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Level Ten

Level Ten

Commander Mills x Reader

Word Count: 9.4k

Warnings: NSFW. Action. Smut. Violence. Blood. Hot Toxic Masculinity. Enemies to Lovers. Idiots in Love. The following warnings occur in a simulation in the story, so not really warnings, but just in case. Injuries to Reader and Mills. Alien Violence. Violence Against Children.

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Author’s Note: Let's run a competitive combat drill with Commander Mills! This is really just a lot of the self indulgent bs I like. Mills is named Nicholas in my canon and he's a fun cocky bastard here.

This is part of a big Mills story I'm working on that I'll post eventually, but this was also fun as a vignette. For purposes of this vignette, this sounds like the beginning because I’m incapable of just jumping into something without context, but it won’t be in beginning of the bigger fic.

A stout blonde knight in full body plate armor stood seven feet away from you on the tournament field. He was not wearing a helmet, letting you clearly see his ugly belligerent face and terrible mullet. Like you, he was sweating and breathing heavily, sounding like a snorting hog at this point in your battle. His sword and yours both lay broken and discarded somewhere on the field, along with each of your splintered shields. His last weapon was a long, vicious dagger, which he held in his right hand. You were armed with the same weapon, and you drew it now. Sunlight glinted off the sharp point of your dagger as you tested its weight and balance in your hand. Hundreds of peasants in the stands cheered.

The knight had bested you so far at swordplay, but he had lived on the wrong continent to benefit from martial arts and elite hand-to-hand combat training as you had. The knight squinted his beady eyes at you and charged, dagger slashing toward your throat from the side. You ducked below his sideways slash, you were more agile than the knight if not more powerful. You straightened as his arm passed over your head and immediately used your dagger to block his retaliatory backswing.

The daggers sparked with the clang of metal on metal, and you instantly struck a ferocious left elbow to the knight’s exposed jaw. Blood spewed from his mouth and he was momentarily dazed, his mouth hanging open from the broken hinge of his jaw. It was just the opening you needed. You reversed your left hand in an open bearpaw strike to his face with all your force behind it. You hooked your thumb under his pig nose when your strike landed, driving the sharp nasal bones straight up into his brain. It was a killing strike that required precise placement but relatively little force. The knight collapsed to the ground instantly, as quick as if you had shot him right between the eyes, convulsing and twitching spasmodically.

“Combat training session number sixty-nine, level eight complete,” the pleasant feminine voice of the ship’s artificial intelligence informed you. “Do you want to proceed to the next level?”

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Years in stasis took its toll on a body. Even if you awoke quote ‘healthy,’ there were always physiological issues and side effects that came from being under for a prolonged period of time. Waking up from a relaxing nap that lingered too long or coming out from under anesthesia after a medical procedure could be hell, but that was nothing compared to a long-term stint in stasis. It was due to the body’s natural recovery and re-acclimation period that every human aboard the ship Artemis was awakened three months before reaching their final destination.

That and the equally paramount concern of forming positive relationships with the other people aboard. This was often the trickiest part of such a long-term and large-scale mission, and the component that was least predictable despite the most impressive science available. Even the most predictable psychological profiles could grow deviant under such conditions.

The planet toward which your ship, the Artemis, flew was cerulean blue and inviting, encircled by azure and golden rings like Saturn but far more beautiful. It had been dubbed Olympus by the man who discovered it due to its ethereal visage that made it look like home to the gods. Also, because it may indeed be home to the architects of your home planet, as tantamount to living gods as anything mankind had discovered.

The man who made the discovery of both the planet and the evidence of its possible inhabitants was the CEO of the largest mining company on Earth who had the authority to drill into the very heart of the planet. It was there, hidden in the depths of what Dante would have labeled a Circle of Hell that he had discovered a ‘map,’ more ancient than any human artifact, that detailed a chart of the universe far more thorough than anything NASA had ever dreamed. Using this map and his almost limitless resources, the man had discovered Olympus and had mounted an unprecedented expedition to discover her secrets.

That man was your father. He was now too advanced in years to take part on the mission into the unknown, so he sent the future CEO of his trillion-dollar company, his first in command. You.

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The months-long final approach to Olympus was the perfect opportunity to get in peak physical condition. A new, unexplored planet held infinite possibilities for what one may encounter, from environment to wildlife to populace. Most of those possibilities, likelihoods even, were frightening. Even the best scientific estimates were only fancy guesses, and no one really knew what to expect when you landed on Olympus. The best anyone could do was to be as prepared as possible, both mentally and physically, which included being in your best physical condition. You spent long hours in the gym each day, both to hone your physique and your combat skills. It also served as a valid excuse to avoid obligatory interpersonal interactions and as a useful distraction from matters that had become far too intrusive in your thoughts.

Besides, it would take you years to work through every combat training simulation programmed into the ship’s computer. And you had to admit, you enjoyed shooting aliens, slicing samurais, and kicking that ugly knight’s ass every time.

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Nicholas Mills was pissed. He was the Mission Commander and the pilot. He was the man in charge of any and every decision involving flight or course, and every military action or inaction once on-planet. He should be head of the whole fucking mission, but this was a private expedition, not a miliary campaign, and he had been hired by a CEO with too much money. Mills was a hired hand, and he resented the fuck out of it. This is what his life had come to after earning more bars on his chest than most generals, because of one fated military transport mission that had literally crashed and burned with him at the helm. Mills used to hate mercenaries, and now he was one himself.

But by God, the things that were under his purview, his control, he was still the Commander, and he didn’t take it lightly when someone usurped his authority. It was fast becoming a problem on this particular expedition, due to one intrusive source.

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” Mills boomed as he burst through the door into the combat simulator. At his intrusion, the drama that had been unfolding in an alien landscape of immersive three-dimensional holograms and virtual reality sizzled like static on a tv screen and then evaporated. The room was plunged back into its dimly lit innocuous gray walls and black foamy training mat underfoot. A rack of weapons that interfaced with the program and were otherwise impotent hung on the wall by the entrance.

“Now?” you huffed angrily. You had spent the morning training in virtual combat and scaling obstacles in the landscape, only to be interrupted now near the end of your programmed mission. You were sweaty and sore and entirely not in the mood for Mills and the omnipresent chip on his shoulder. “Right now, I’m getting ready to reprimand a subordinate.”

“Subordinate?” Mills scoffed, stalking close to you with his chest puffed in an aggressive display of posturing. “Honey, I’m the highest ranking officer here and nobody’s fucking subordinate.”

“Did you come here to debate semantics?” you postured just as belligerently, stepping close to him, unintimidated. “I would say that every man, woman, and animal on my payroll is my subordinate.”

“Animal, huh?” Mills glared at you, his jaw clenching and a little aggravated twitch jumping beneath his left eye. “I’ll agree I may be your beast of fucking burden since you’re technically the boss of this expedition, but I’m damn sure not your subordinate.”

“What was that?” You leaned in toward him, sarcastically raising a hand to cup your ear. “What did you call me exactly? I didn’t quite hear you.”

Mills continued glaring at you. Silently.

“Did you call me the boss?” Now, you smiled icily. “I’m glad you at least understand that simple concept. Yes, Commander, I am the boss.”

“I don’t give a damn what little pet names you like, you have no business overriding my flight commands.” Mills took another step closer to you, his amber eyes ferociously boring into yours. “You altered my course on approach to Olympus. I spent weeks charting the best course before we disembarked. Not to mention your proposed course will take us an extra two weeks to navigate. That impacts every resource on this ship, fuel included.”

“Your charted course takes us through an asteroid belt,” you accused and continued cruelly. “Didn’t you learn about flying too close to asteroids a couple years ago? I seem to recall hearing something about that.”

Mills glared at you for a long moment before releasing a controlled breath. “That was an undocumented field that my ship didn’t detect. This is totally different. I know it’s out there and where every rock is. I can fly through anything, including a known asteroid field. It’s cake.”

“I, for one, prefer my cake without large chunks of debris inside it.” You turned back to re-engage your combat training. “And since I am the boss and the owner of this ship, my preference is the one we will be abiding.”

Mills grabbed your arm, stopping you from walking away from him, and spun you roughly back around to face him. He leaned toward you and his deep voice was gravely. “I know what it’s like to have a ship full of deaths on your conscience because of a mistake. Believe me, Boss, you never want to know what that feels like.”

“I’d also prefer living a nice long life without knowing what it feels like to be blown to smithereens by flying into an asteroid.” You glared right back at him, meeting his eyes confidently.

“You hired me for a reason,” Mills growled, changing his tactic. “I did my homework and I charted the best course. You hired the best man for this job and you better fucking listen to him. I’m right.”

“I don’t take orders. I barely take suggestions.” You smirked and cocked an eyebrow. “Occasionally, I’ll make an exception in bed.”

“You want me to prove I’m man enough for you, is that it?” Mills smirked too, issuing a challenge he assumed you wouldn’t meet.

“I do enjoy some good old-fashioned chest pounding.” You looked around the stark simulator room, thinking. “There are thousands of scenarios based on what we know of the planet we’re orbiting. The simulator imagines all possible types of hostile alien species that we might encounter. And then for training purposes, creates a survival mission.”

“I know what it does, Boss. Haven’t you checked who’s in the top marks in the simulator’s history?” Mills quipped, intentionally flexing his massive chest and taking note when you watched hungrily. “I’ll give you credit, though. You do alright on the girly levels.”

“Girly levels?” you laughed angrily. “I train on levels seven and eight out of ten.”

“Isn’t that cute,” he said nonchalantly with every intention of poking you. You felt your skin heat with indignance as your eyes seared into his. Mills let his eyes trail down your body and then back to hold yours. “You sure are pretty when you’re mad.”

“If I’m pretty when I’m mad then you must want to be fucking dazzled, Mills.” You narrowed your eyes at him and addressed the computer. “Run combat drill, level ten.”

“Loading combat drill for two participants, level ten,” the pleasant voice replied.

“So, you like it rough, huh Boss?” Mills prodded you as he walked to the weapons rack and grabbed you each a blaster.

“I’m waiting to be impressed, Commander,” you told him as you took one of the blasters. The room around you began to transform into a dense green jungle as the program initiated, complete with the sounds of birds, insects, and the current of a distant river. You adjusted the watch on your wrist that interfaced with the ship’s computer.

“Hmmm,” he gave you a rich bedroom growl and cocked his blaster. “I’d never want to keep a girl like you waiting.”

“How shall we play, Commander?” you asked, adding a sultrily teasing lilt to your voice, intentionally pulling his focus away from where he needed it most for the simulation. You noted with pride when he shifted on his feet and cleared his throat. “Whoever makes the most kills wins?”

“If you can even make it to the finish line on level ten without an endgame wound, I’ll count that as a win in your corner.” Mills reached into his pocket and retrieved a cigar as thick as his finger.

“Ready to begin?” the computer asked.

Locking eyes with Mills, you both stated “Ready” at the same time.

Mills bit down on the butt of his cigar and smirked around it at you. There was rustling in the bushes beside you both. “I’ll play however the pretty girl wants.”

The jungle materialized fully and you were immersed in the world of the simulation, every sight and sound as real as if you were living it. You and Mills stood in an Amazonian jungle, claustrophobic with vegetation. The ground underfoot was mud the consistency of oatmeal. The sky above was bright crystal blue. In the jungle around you, the enemies were unknown and innumerable. In this drill, the enemy would attack until you completed the mission by reaching an escape pod.

An alien creature that looked something like a purple-black velociraptor with four legs and a bifurcated whipping tail leapt at you out of the trees from behind, too sudden and too fast for you to react in time. Mills yanked his blaster up to his shoulder as fast as a striking snake, firing a shot right past your ear into the open mouth of the alien. Its head exploded, splattering you both with black blood.

“Impressed yet, gorgeous?” Mills winked at you as a black droplet of alien blood ran down his cheek. Still holding his blaster by the grip with his thick forefinger resting on the trigger guard, he tipped the barrel back onto his right shoulder. “No? It’s only fair that I spot you one. Now, you better move that perfect ass of yours.”

A few steps into the jungle and there was a rush of bodies through foliage. You were prepared this time as a pair of the same dark alien creatures charged out of the bushes, gnashing their razored jaws and whipping their bifurcated tails. You had your blaster to your shoulder just as fast as Mills this time, and you were a millisecond faster on the trigger because you had less of an arc to swing onto the lunging bodies. Your first shot tore through the open mouth of the lead animal. Without even waiting to see its stride falter, you sighted on the second and sent a blast straight through its red eyeball.

“I like my game better.” You winked back at him, mocking his cocky flirtation. You now had two kills to his one. “Try to keep up, big boy.”

You walked abreast through the dense jungle, each of you alert to the smallest sights and sounds, your every sense on edge. Although competitive, you each trusted the other’s formidable skill in combat situations. You inherently trusted Mills, even if you didn’t show it – it felt oddly comforting to place your life in his massive hands. Mills’ prowess on the battlefield was almost unmatched, but it was his twenty-ten vision, preternatural reflexes, and predatory hand-eye coordination that secured him a seat in the cockpit of the finest spacecraft money could build, pioneering the most adventurous exploration in human history. You had read his military history, studied it like a collegiate textbook. Mills’ dishonorable discharge after the fallout of his infamous crash was a blemish on his impressive record, but it was a singular event and it did little to overshadow his legion of other remarkable accomplishments. Mills was a war machine, highly trained and battle-hardened. It gave you a searing flush of pride that was almost erotic when you realized that he was not watching you closely or double checking your gear or the way you handled your blaster – Mills trusted his life to you too, and that was perhaps the finest compliment he could ever pay you.

The sounds of animal life filled the jungle, behind, in front, beside, all around you. Most of the noises were alien to your ears, impossible to know if they were dangerous or innocuous. You and Mills followed a more open section of the jungle, a kind of path through the denser foliage that filtered you onward through the program toward your goal of locating your escape pod. Close ahead was the sound of rushing water. Mills pushed ahead of you, following his natural instinct to put himself between you and any oncoming danger.

“If something jumps out at us, I don’t want you to botch it,” Mills teased to minimize his natural chivalry.

“Trying to make excuses ahead of time for when you lose?” you challenged to his broad back.

“Nah.” He shook his head pausing in his navigation of the jungle to turn around and beam at you with amusement, his eyes as warm on your face as the morning sun. “I’m just playing the long game.”

“The long game?” you scoffed. “Can you think that far ahead?”

“I figure you’ll be in a better mood if you win.” Mills shifted his cigar, grinning lasciviously. “Maybe you’ll want to celebrate. Maybe I’ll get lucky.”

“Your luck is notoriously bad, Commander.” You smiled wickedly. “You really think I’d get involved with a subordinate?”

“Good thing I’m not a subordinate.” He picked up his pace, easily making you jog to keep up with his long strides.

The jungle ended in a small clearing with a rock ledge that overlooked a rushing river fifty feet below. A treacherous looking rope bridge was strung across the river, anchored to the sturdiest trees on both sides. Wooden slats were strewn haphazardly between the rope sides, offering a widely spaced and rickety morse code of steps across the chasm. It looked like something from one of those old campy adventure movies your parents made you watch as a kid, the kind with rugged men who snapped bullwhips and wore torn-open shirts.

“This looks promising,” you deadpanned, skeptically eyeing the bridge.

“Ready to get nice and wet?” Mills quipped, enjoying the sight of you bristle at his double entendre.

“We couldn’t survive a fall into that river?” It was more of a question than a statement, and you looked down over the edge at the rushing, white-crested current.

“Level ten is meant to kill you unless you get lucky, and I never did have the best luck.” Mills joined you at the edge. He pointed to an eddy that was a darker blue than the rest of the river, indicating greater depth. “That’s the spot to aim for if we have to take the plunge. Be sure to hit feet first. Better a broken leg than a broken back.”

“Very helpful,” you said sarcastically. Even though it was a simulation, your pulse thundered and your mouth went dry. Your palm was slick with sweat on the grip of your blaster.

“I try.” Mills grinned around his cigar, shifting it from one side of his mouth to the other. He gestured to the bridge. “Ladies first.”

“How chivalrous of you,” you sniped, narrowing your eyes at him.

“It is, actually.” Mills used the barrel of his blaster to point out at the frayed rope and missing slats in the center of the bridge. “I’m a heavy bastard. The bridge is a lot more likely to fall apart under me. Don’t you want a chance to get across first?”

He was right, but you still rolled your eyes before stepping up the bridge. You hesitated a moment, deciding whether to sling your blaster over one shoulder, which was less secure but would enable you to raise it quickly, or to sling it across your back, which made it impossible to drop but slow to bring into a firing position if needed. Mills guessed your conundrum and assured you, “I’ll cover you, Boss.”

Securing your blaster across your back with the sling crossing over your chest between your breasts, you tentatively stepped onto the first splintered wooden rung. After only a few steps, the rope bridge began to swing and bob precariously under your weight. The remaining boards were spaced far apart, forcing you to stretch out to reach some and hop across a gap to reach others. All that remained of some of the broken slats were splintered ends that would fray any flesh that was unlucky enough to catch on them during a fall. Fifty feet below you, the river churned in deadly rapids.

A shrill screech filled the air above you accompanied by the slicing of wings through air.

“Incoming!” Mills roared as he shouldered his blaster and bowed backward to train his gun high up into the air. Mills fired almost instantly and a flying black creature with a long pointed snout fell out of the sky, its leathery bat wings drawn into its body in death like a diving falcon. The creature’s large body fell so close to you that you felt the air move around you and the bridge swayed dangerously.

You fumbled with pulling your blaster sling back over your head to ready your own weapon as Mills shot again, sending another creature tumbling down. The bridge bucked under your feet from your flailing movement.

“Four,” Mills shouted, counting out his number of kills as the third flying alien fell from his shot. “Keep moving!”

Blaster in hand, you hurried further out onto the bridge. You took aim at the flying alien closest to you and fired, killing it instantly, sending it falling down to splash in the river far below. You mentally counted three and kept moving. The bridge was ricketier with every step. The wooden slats were crumbing away and the ropes were fraying, unraveling right before your eyes.

“Five!” Mills called as another creature fell down toward the river.

You looked up just in time to see the enormous black body falling toward you like a missile. You couldn’t dodge it on the uncertain bridge, but you raised your blaster to block the impact. The creature struck your blaster on its plummet, knocking you down hard against the wooden slats. The slat beneath you broke in half into ragged splinters and your leg shot through the new opening, making you fall down to one knee with the other leg dangling through the hole in the bridge. You tried to pull your leg back out, but your pants caught on the splintered edges and tore. You gasped when the splinters cut into your skin and blood flowed down your leg. You pulled harder, but the splinters only impaled you deeper. You couldn’t pull your leg free without breaking off half the splintered slat inside the meat of your leg. The injury wasn’t real and would be gone when the simulation ended, but the pain was real. Pain was a great training mechanism for humans and animals alike.

“Damnit to hell!” Mills growled at your predicament. He stopped himself before following his instinct to run straight to your rescue. “Wait, I’m ahead. If I just let you fall through and take a little dip, I’ll win our game right now.”

“Yes, and I’ll be in a wonderful mood after that. Think wisely, Mills!” you shouted, struggling to free your leg. “Besides, you’re one of those meat-headed hero types. If you let me fall, guilt will eat you up over not saving the damsel in distress.”

“I can’t argue that I’d rather fight aliens than deal with one of your nasty moods,” Mills grumbled and ran out onto the bridge, unconcerned about the way it lurched dangerously under his heavy weight. He shot another flying alien as he dashed toward you. The bridge swung and bounced under him, making the splinters dig deeper into you.

Mills shouldered his blaster and dropped to his knees beside you. The bridge swayed and the slats that now supported both of you groaned like dying animals. Mills grabbed the broken slat that impaled you and broke it off from the bridge, tossing it away. He quickly plucked out the biggest pieces from your thigh and pulled you to him, lifting you back up fully onto the bridge and incidentally into his arms. His voice was gravelly when he looked at your bloody leg. “Can you walk?”

“Of course,” you huffed and shoved up to your feet. Your leg stung like hell, but you could manage. You looked down at Mills, still on his knees, and forced a smile. “Waiting on you now, Commander.”

“Sure, Boss.” He smiled at you genuinely and pushed up from the bridge floor. Two slats broke beneath him with a crack like a gunshot, and he fell through the new opening. Mills caught a remaining rung, stopping his fall when his chest was level with the bottom of the bridge, his lower body hanging free and long legs kicking wildly in thin air. He grunted with effort as he began to haul himself back onto the bridge. The slat he held creaked portentously.

You rushed to help pull Mills up as he had just done for you, but movement below caught your eye. In the river, sitting in the calm eddy Mills had pointed out to you, was a pair of yellow eyes the size of basketballs, their slitted pupils focused on Mills’ dangling legs. You stopped cold. Before you knew what was happening, the creature shot out of the water, jumping up toward Mills. It was an enormous crocodilian animal with short horns decorating its brows and skull. Water cascaded off its scales as it flew up at Mills like a dolphin jumping up to snatch a fish. Mills jerked his legs up into a cannonball position as the creature bit at him. Its jaws filled with teeth as large as railroad spikes snapped closed inches below Mills’ boots. The leviathan fell back into the river with a torrential splash.

“See what being a hero gets you?” you asked sarcastically as your mind raced.

“Take your sweet time!” Mills growled at you, as he struggled to haul himself back up onto the crumbling bridge.

“Patience is a virtue,” you said with equal mockery. You shouldered your blaster and aimed it down at the creature as it readied itself for another jump at Mills’ legs.

“Not right now it fucking isn’t!” He kicked his legs as he hoisted himself onto the bridge.

Before Mills could draw his own blaster, the creature jumped again. You had it centered in your sights, but you waited a heartbeat longer until those deadly jaws opened wide. You fired straight down into the creature’s open mouth, down into its vulnerable pink throat. You fired again and again on automatic fire as blood erupted in the creature’s mouth and spewed upward in a fountain of gore. The creature growled in pain, gurgling through the blood gushing down its throat, as it collapsed back into the river. The animal thrashed like a dying fish, turning the river water red with blood and white with foam. Mills staggered to his feet beside you and watched the splashing death throes of the animal for a moment before pushing you on ahead of him across the bridge.

Firm ground beneath your feet had never felt so good. Almost as good as the huge hand Mills placed on your back when he stood beside you, just to ensure himself that you were safe and sound. This side of the river was home to a pink flowering tree, its branches hanging down low near Mills’ head. You looked at him, haughtily raising your chin and cocking an eyebrow. Your unspoken sentiment was clear. You saved his ass and made the bigger kill.

“It still just counts as one,” Mills grumbled, fully taking your meaning. “By my count, that puts you at four. I’m at six.” He winked at you again and leaned in close to you. “What do I get when I win, gorgeous?”

You reached to the low-hanging branches of the tree under which you stood and plucked the fullest pink blossom you could find. You brought it to your nose to inhale its scent while looking up coyly through your eyelashes at Mills. When he leaned closer to you still, you pulled back and tucked the flower into his hair above his left ear. His thick forest of hair held it easily. You laughed heartily at his scowl. “Even better than a blue ribbon!”

“Cute.” Mills glared at you playfully, but he indulged you and left the flower in place.

“Shake a leg, gorgeous,” you said flippantly, using his favorite term for you to mock the pink flower in his hair.

The vegetation was sparser on this side of the river, allowing you to walk ahead easily without having to bushwack through jungle. You both held your blasters in casual readiness, the barrels pointed at the ground and angled away from one another, but each with your fingers resting on the trigger guards. From that position, it would take less than a second to raise, aim, and fire. Mills eyed your competent bearing with pride – the way you moved, the way you handled your blaster, the stubborn set of your jaw. He had given you a few lessons and he was pleased to see that you had taken his instruction seriously, even if you would never give him the justification of telling him so.

A clearing opened before you, the grass shorter, only calf high. The clearing was filled with large green pods, covered with a mucus membrane. They were organic and omitted a putrid odor. There was a veritable minefield of them.

“This is new,” Mills commented, his jaw clenched and expression severe.

“Some form of alien life the program has anticipated.” You shrugged and raised your blaster.

“Whoa, let’s not get too trigger happy. We don’t know –” Mills was cut off by the sound of your blaster as you shot the nearest pod. It exploded like a ripe pumpkin, spewing green substance. It struck your cheek and Mills’, hot and the consistency of snot. It burned your skin like acid. You frantically wiped at your cheek while Mills creativity strung expletives together as he rubbed the substance off his own skin.

A figure rose from where it had been crouching in the center of the innumerable alien pods. A young girl, maybe nine years old, stood hugging her arms and shivering in terror. She was adorable, looking at you with huge dark doe eyes. The pods surrounded her, trembling like hatching eggs about to open. She hiccupped a sob and pleaded to you and Mills, “Help me.”

“Cover me,” Mills instructed you, already moving toward the girl, compelled by his heroic instincts.

“Like hell you are!” you hissed and fast as a ninja, you kicked out and hooked Mills’ boot mid-stride, tripping him. Mills hit the ground hard with a grunt. He looked up just in time to see you fire at another pod, the pod closest to the unfortunate urchin. The pod blew apart, coating the girl in acidic green ooze. She screamed, blood curdling and terrible, as her frail body melted and sizzled until she collapsed in a steaming heap on the ground.

“Oh fuck, you killed the kid!” Mills looked at you with an expression of shock. Then he grinned at you. “Bitch.”

“I’m not just a bitch, Commander.” You raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m the bitch, and don’t you forget it.”

“You get a program bonus for saving the kid.” Mills pointed at the smoldering corpse of the melted child with his blaster. “The program inserts kids here and there to manipulate your emotions. Make sure you can fight on when you’re really under duress.” He sucked his teeth with amusement. “But you need to have a heart to have something pull at your heartstrings, huh Boss?”

“I’ve never been burdened with that particular Achilles heel,” you replied easily.

Mills took his attention away from the pods long enough to let his eyes trail over your curves. “I bet if I try hard enough, I can find some spots on you that are nice and soft.”

“Don’t be such a whore with your heroism, Nick,” you told him seriously. “That’s an order. You’re authorized to use it on me, not on every other female of the species you may stumble across.”

“Jealous?” He grinned as he returned his blaster to his shoulder and advanced toward the pods.

“Territorial.” You followed at his side, blaster at the ready.

The other pods opened, blooming like obscene flowers, emitting an almost unbearable stench. The burning on your cheek suddenly faded into the back of your consciousness. A creature leapt out from a pod, something that looked like a huge slimy crustacean. It sailed through the air straight at your face. You and Mills swung your blasters at the unknown creature, shooting simultaneous bursts into it, exploding it mid-flight.

“I shot first,” you said, counting it as your kill.

“I got a feeling there’s plenty more where he came from.” Mills was ready when the next creature launched itself out of a neighboring pod, then another, and another. Mills fired immediately before you, and you both shot in rapid succession at the aliens that leapt from their pods like quail taking flight from underbrush.

In unison your blasters clicked impotently, indicating you were both out of firepower. You looked at your blaster incredulously and punched the breach as if you could clobber more charge into it. “What the hell! These aren’t supposed to run out of charge!”

“Welcome to level ten.” Mills slung his dead blaster over his shoulder as more pods opened. He grabbed you by the back of your shirt, yanking you with him as he ran from the clearing into the thicker brush. He drew a large hunting knife from his belt, holding it in his free hand. You had a knife of your own, supplied by the program.

Mills crashed through trees that caught on his clothing and brush that scratched his face, bowling a path for you as you ran behind in his wake. The alien crustaceans seemed unable to pursue you through the vegetation and you quickly outstripped them. Or perhaps, the program had better foes in store for you.

You were both panting for breath when a rock wall appeared ahead of you, halting your run. Mills turned to look back the way you had come, again automatically putting himself between you and any creatures that may be chasing you, but there were none. Satisfied that you were safe for the moment, Mills leaned back against the rock wall with a groan and let his breath steady. It was impossible not to stare at the rise and fall of his thick chest; not to follow the path of a bead of sweat as it ran down the cord of his neck and down below the collar of his shirt to follow the cleft of his chest.

“You sound practically pornographic,” you teased his heavy breathing. With an effort, you tore your eyes away from his heaving chest and disheveled hair and studied the wall.

“Are you turned on yet?” he asked with equal sarcasm, intentionally deepening his voice. He had already made his own appraisal of the wall, but he would let you come to your own conclusion.

“It turns me on knowing I have more kills than you,” you mused to poke him. You both had lost count after your last encounter.

“I’m not a sore loser.” Mills grinned at you wolfishly. “I’ll help you celebrate your victory.”

You rolled your eyes. “There’s no celebration until we figure out how to climb this.”

The vertical rock wall was about twelve feet tall with scant ridges of rock that could be used for hand and footholds. It wasn’t an impossible grade. A professional climber could free climb it, but you were not a professional climber. You suspected Mills could muscle his way up it. The man was in peak physical condition, agile, and powerfully muscled.

“Hop to it.” Mills waved at the wall, making no effort himself. “I’m just your subordinate, right? I’m waiting for your orders, Boss.”

“I think I can reach the top if you give me a boost,” you said, still looking up at the wall. Mills was well over six-feet tall, he could probably push you up at least seven or eight feet off the ground.

“Here I thought you were a capable, independent woman who could kick ass on level ten without needing any help from a lowly man like me.” Mills looked casually at his fingernails, stifling another grin. He used the blade of his hunting knife to scrape some alien blood out from under a fingernail.

“Are you trying to piss me off?” You pointedly didn’t ask him for help.

“You sure are pretty when you’re mad.” He pointedly didn’t offer any.

You planted your hands on your hips and sighed angrily. Mills ignored you. There was no other feasible option for you to scale the wall. “Fine, you arrogant bastard. Come help me.”

“Pretty please?” Mills suggested with raised eyebrows.

“Now.” You narrowed your eyes at him, and Mills figured he would have more opportunities to risk his life without angering you further just now.

Grinning at his small victory, Mills pushed away from where he leaned against the rock and walked to stand beside you. He propped his boot up on a rock so his thigh was a level ninety degrees. He looked at you and patted his thick thigh. You stepped onto his thigh and it felt just as solid as the rocky ground. He patted his opposite shoulder, helping guide your boot up and secure your foothold. Mills didn’t falter or shake as you used his body as a ladder. When you had both feet planted on both of his shoulders with your hands braced on the wall right in front of your nose, Mills put his hands under the balls of your feet and pushed you up as high as he could. He finally grunted with effort when he had you hoisted up at the full reach of his arms.

The top of the rock wall wasn’t far above you now. You scrambled for only a moment before finding a purchase to haul yourself up the rest of the way. Taking a seat on the ledge, you looked down at Mills. Neither of you had any rope or other means of climbing. He studied the rock briefly, choosing his climbing route. He stepped up onto a thin ridge of rock and hefted himself up high enough to reach a handhold. Grunting with effort, Mills lifted himself higher and higher as he climbed. Every muscle in his massive body stood rigid, keeping him in perfect balance, and his strong hands held his weight easily. He made scaling the twelve-foot rock wall look effortless, and you suspected he could keep up the same climb for long enough to scale a true rockface as well as the best climbers in the world.

Mills pushed to his feet and pulled you up to stand beside him. “Ready to admit level ten’s a little, ah, over your head?”

“Did you have to practice waving your dick around at all times or does it come naturally?” you huffed, shaking your head.

“Careful, your envy is showing.” Mills stepped close to you until your chests were nearly touching.

“Envy?” you scoffed. “Never in a million years –”

Mills ducked in to you, crashing his lips to yours and silencing your arguments. You moaned in protest for only a moment before your lips were moving in tandem with his. When your lips parted with a pleasured sigh, he deepened his kiss, his tongue sliding against yours. The feel of his lips on yours and the heady taste of him weakened your knees more than any exertion in the combat simulation. You swayed against him, feeling the hard length of his powerful body pressed against you. Mills wrapped his arms around you, drowning in the feeling of your body, lost in your kiss.

“Ready to call it a day?” Mills asked against your lips. “End the program and skip right to the celebration?”

“Never.” You smiled and pulled away from him.

Mills groaned as if in physical pain from the parting of your lips from his, hamming it up for your amusement, and set off into the jungle. The terrain was now a thicket of scraggy bushes and overhanging trees. Brush scraped your clothing and twigs crunched underfoot. You were about to suggest how Mills might celebrate your victory with you when an animal snorted in the bush ahead of you. Mills froze as did you beside him.

Gripping the handle of his large hunting knife, Mills looked into the impenetrable brush. The attack didn’t come from ahead, from the direction of the sound, but from the side. Noiselessly, a golden speckled animal lunged at you. It was an enormous feline with long saber fangs, razor claws, and glistening golden eyes. You too, held your knife, prepared to attack. Mills reared back his right arm and threw his knife at the charging animal, sending his blade flying end over end. His aim was perfect, striking the giant cat right in the center of its golden eye. The creature dropped in its tracks, instantly dead and twitching.

The second feline charged from ahead of you. It was the much larger male, the mate to the female Mills had just killed– a Nemean lion with its dark red mane whipping around its enraged face like wildfire. Mills was unlucky in that he stood between the animal and you, the first in its path. He had no weapon. Mills raised his left arm as the leonine creature jumped at him, shoving his forearm between its jaws as the lion tackled Mills to the ground. Mills roared in pain at the feeling of the creature tearing his skin and crushing the bones in his arm. The wound wasn’t real, but the pain was. Using his mangled forearm, Mills was able to hold the creature away from his face but barely so. The lion snarled and bit harder into the flesh of Mills’ forearm, ripping its head from side to side to get at Mills’ face.

The hunting knife in your hand felt small and feeble, but it was all you had. You rushed to where Mills wrestled with the lion, your blade held overhead like a slasher aiming for a cheerleader. You plunged your knife down into the back of the lion’s neck, at the junction of its spine and skull, feeling it cut through flesh and bone beneath like butter. The animal collapsed dead on top of Mills, entirely covering the man’s massive body. Mills groaned beneath the enormous carcass, struggling to push it off him. You threw your weight against the animal’s body, helping Mills to shove it off of him and onto its side to discover that Mills was laughing. Lying on his back, clutching his profusely bleeding left arm to his chest, the jackass was laughing, low and rich.

“Not bad, gorgeous.” He smiled up at you through the dirt and blood that streaked his face. “While I’m down here, you want to tend to my wounds?”

“I’m half tempted to give you more,” you replied, unable to keep from smiling. You went to the lion to retrieve your knife. The knife was stuck in the creature’s body as though it were in cement. You yanked on the knife with both hands, pulling so hard you moved the animal, but the blade held firm. “What is this? Is the program taking our knives now too?”

“Bingo.” Mills laughed again.

“So, what do we do?” you asked, frustrated. “You have the highest scores in level ten. How do we win?”

“Level ten doesn’t teach you how to win. It’s programmed to be unwinnable.” Mills sobered and looked up at you from his back. “It teaches you how to deal with fear in the face of certain death and to master that fear. Level ten teaches you how to die. To accept death as a possibility and to die well. To make your death count.”

“Who programmed that kind of bullshit?” you huffed, planting your hands on your hips. “I’m going to kick his ass when we’re done here today.”

“Now that, I’d pay to see.” Mills sat up painfully and tested his injured arm, flexing his hand into a fist. It was painful and bleeding, but functional. “I’ll give you three guesses, but you’ll only need one.”

Pursing your lips angrily, you extended a hand to Mills. His enormous hand was slick with blood when he took yours, letting you help pull him up to his feet. He grunted and winced in pain, but otherwise masked his discomfort to conceal it from you. He draped a heavy arm across your shoulders as you both walked on through the thicket. You knew he didn’t need any support walking, but you didn’t mind either.

After only a few painful steps, a thunderous roar tore through the jungle, louder and more ominous than anything you had heard before. The sound of something gigantic running toward you, crashing through brush, immediately followed and the ground shook with tremendous force. Mills took your hand and ran.

The jungle thinned into an open grassy meadow. The escape pod sat in the center of the meadow, gleaming like a silver bullet. Sprinting hard, you and Mills ran for the escape pod. Seconds behind you, the animal that pursued you burst from the trees – a huge brindle-colored creature that looked like a Tyrannosaurus Rex with fully developed forearms. Using its forearms, it galloped after you with remarkable speed. You had no chance, it would overtake you in seconds. Mills hazarded a glance back over his shoulder, just in time to see the creature make its final lunge, its jaws ready to close over you both. Mills tackled you to the ground hard, pinning you beneath his heavy body. He couldn’t save you, not this time, but he could die a hero and buy you a few more seconds of life with his own body. Mills looked down into your eyes, engraving the sight of you beneath him onto his memory, taking a breath to steady himself for the inevitable. He never liked the dying part of level ten. Despite having endured it for countless rounds, it was always disconcerting.

Suddenly, you shifted your body beneath him and raised your arm to point at the charging animal like a superhero ready to fire a bolt from your fingertips. With your other hand, you entered a command on your watch.

“Program override accepted,” the pleasant female voice of the onboard computer intoned.

The creature vanished as did all the menacing noises from the world of the simulation. You and Mills were left alone in the grassy meadow, you lying on your back with Mills’ massive body covering you. The light changed too, glowing rosy pink like the light of a soft dawn, giving everything it touched an ethereal glow. Mills propped himself up on his forearms, caging you inside them as he looked down at you incredulously.

“Personally, I’d rather learn how to cheat death than how to die well.” You smiled up at him mischievously. “My ship, my rules.”

“Clever girl,” Mills told you proudly. He noted the wounds on his arm and your leg had vanished along with the enemy creatures. “Does this mean we won?”

“No, just that we transferred to one of my own personal programs.” You sighed and let your legs relax and fall open to better accommodate Mills’ large body. “Do you like it?”

“I like what’s in it.” He hungrily eyed your body spread out invitingly beneath him.

Around you, the meadow had become more of a grassy cove in a secluded garden. Rose bushes encircled you, blooming in pinks and reds. More of the luscious trees with hanging branches and vibrant pink blossoms draped around you, making it romantic and intimate. Lush green grass spread out beneath you, littered with fallen flowers. The sky above was streaked with pinks and blues, looking like swirled ice cream. 

Chirping birds could be heard from somewhere in the meadow and from further away the sound of a bubbling brook met your ears. The fresh aroma of roses and grass after a rain filled your nose when you inhaled. Even the light itself was soft and hazy in the verdant landscape, like that in a dream, and the twinkling yellow of luminescent fireflies danced through the air and between the rose bushes.

“Do you admit defeat, Commander?” you teased, arching your body sensually so your breasts pressed against his chest. “Do you concede I beat you?”

“If I do, are we going to celebrate properly?” Mills captured your lips, groaning in anticipation. He kissed you slowly, languorously, grinding his hips against you, pressing you down into the grass and letting you feel the heavy weight of his body. When he broke your kiss, he took your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled back from you. “You want to do this here? Now? Where anyone could walk in and see you fucking your subordinate?” He all but ripped open your top, hastily freeing your skin to his touch and rubbed his calloused palm over the sensitive skin of your breast. “You don’t want to keep this – us – confined to your cabin as usual, like the dark secret we are?”

“Does it look like I care who sees?” you moaned impatiently as you struggled the rest of the way out of your top. You clawed at Mills’ clothing, yanking his khaki henley off over his head and throwing it away. His hair was even more handsomely disheveled, hanging down around his face and eyes. “I don’t care who knows about us, Nick. You should know that by now.”

Looking down at you with a grin, Mills admired your perfect tits, wolfishly trailing his tongue over his teeth. He pushed up to his knees long enough to yank your pants down and off along with your boots. “We’re both going to win now, my darling.”

“Darling?” You smiled and ran your hands over the bare expanse of his enormous chest. “What happened to Boss?”

“I’m the boss now.” Leaning over you, he rested his weight on his palms on either side of your body as he bent to kiss your navel. “And you’re going to be a good girl and cum when I tell you to.”

His lips trailed lower until they kissed at the waistband of your panties. He teased your skin with the scratch of his goatee before taking the thin material between his teeth and pulling your panties down your legs with his mouth. A rich, pleasured growl purred from his lips. With your panties still held in his bite, he met your eyes like a wild beast. He pushed your thighs wide enough to settle between them, relishing the sight of you glistening with arousal for him.

“You must like it rough,” Mills said huskily, lifting your legs to rest over his broad shoulders. “To be this excited when I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“You know how I like watching you sweat and grunt,” you sighed at the feel of him. “In all ways.” From his fingers to his tongue to his cock, Mills could make you shudder with every part of his body almost effortlessly. You twisted your hands into his thick hair and bucked your hips against his face. “Of course, being a badass while sweating and grunting doesn’t hurt things.”

“For you, darling, I’ll be the baddest man alive.” He groaned deep and hungrily into you, savoring you, his voice thrumming through your flesh. Licking, kissing, caressing you with ardor, he quickly rendered you too incoherent with pleasure to continue teasing him. Your thighs trembled on either side of his head with each sensation, your whole body asking him for more. He pulled away just enough to put two of his thick fingers to work, sliding and curling into you, feeling you tighten and quiver. “I think I found a trump card when I need to win our next argument.”

You thought of contestations, but they died on your tongue and escaped your lips only as lewd moans. A rush of heat ran rampant through you as your first wave of pleasure hit, flooding you with electric heat. The cool grass was a reprieve under your searing skin when you collapsed back, sated and recovering. Mills shoved his pants down his thick thighs, freeing his huge heavy cock that matched the rest of his massive and impressive body.

As Mills crawled over you, you gazed up at him in a portrait of sheer bliss. Looking down at you in return, his expression was just as full of adoration as yours and darkened with lust. Covering you completely until he was the ceiling of your world, he settled his huge body between your enthusiastically open thighs. Reaching your hands up to tangle into the dense waves of his hair, you pulled him down to meet your lips again. 

Mills kissed you slow and deep as your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. One of his hands rested by your head, his fingers softly caressing your cheek and hair – a sharp contrast to his rough, almost harsh thrust into you. You loved it. In the beginning, his incredible size had been an adjustment. Now, the feeling of being so full, so possessed, was nearly enough alone to send you into a frenzy. Mills rumbled praises and adulations against your lips, rocking your body with his motions.

Feeling his heavy body over you and his powerful muscles tensing beneath your hands, you could feel the way he used all of his great strength for your pleasure. Mills could be measured and sensual or frantic and rough, but he was always masterful at prolonging your pleasure indulgently. Your nails dug into the dense muscle of his shoulders, trailing faint pink lines across his skin as your pleasure built again, swirling in your core. Your hips moved in time with Mills’ rhythm, meeting his deliberate thrusts.

Your orgasm crashed over you in a wave of euphoria, your body seizing and clenching. Mills gritted his teeth in pleasure at the sensation of you growing impossibly tighter and hotter. With a primal groan, he buried his face in the crook of your neck and came in time with you, cresting with you and riding the high of waves and pulses together.

You dragged your nails across his wide back, soothingly now, and pulled him down closer against you as you felt his muscles begin to relax. Mills kissed up your neck, trailing his lips across your jaw and over your cheek. He rubbed his large nose against yours affectionately before kissing you for another long moment and then raising his shaggy head to gaze down at you.

With another heady groan, Mills rolled off you and onto his back, pulling you with him to rest on his chest. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close in his embrace, while his lips ghosted at your hairline. When he spoke, his hot breath brushed your skin. “I’d say we both won at level ten, Boss.”

You propped yourself up on his chest and looked down at him with a sultry smirk. You plucked a nearby pink blossom from where it lay fallen on the ground near you. It was even more resplendent than the last one. You tucked it into Mills’ hair, ignoring the scowl he gave you. “I’d say you deserve another blue ribbon for that performance, Commander.”

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© safarigirlsp 2023

Tagging some buddies! 

@babbushka @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather @mrs-gucci @mrs-zimmerman @iamburdened @gabesprincess @reborn-rekall @maybe-your-left @rynwritesstuff @candycanes19 @caillea @cas-backwards-tie @queeniebee @lumberjack00fantasies @mythrielofsolitude @ghoulian13 @icarusinthesea @darkhairedmenrule @reyloaddict55 @fizzywoohoo @heartlight-starlight @richbrittstein @clydesfavoritegirl @thepalaceofmelanie @celiholland @durangoninetyfive @reveluving @vedavan @reylokisses @srorgana1

#my stuff! #my writing #adam driver #commander mills x reader #commander mills x you #65 movie #65 #best #fic #summer

[chaifootsteps]

back on my vikdecai BS - wanna recommend a new fic called Lackadaisy Limerence by greenrider01

it's so good, it gets all the tragedy bottled up nice and there might be more chapters to come!

the next official vignette looks to be based around one of Mordecai's random rants, too, so we're eating good rn!

Ooh, I'll check it out, thanks!

#Anonymous #Lackadaisy #actual blog post

[bathroomtrapped]

ur art is so, so amazing, is there anyway u could do a tutorial bc I wanna draw like u so badly

i can try but idrk how to explain myself or make tutorials lol

i think my style is just a product of my brush and what im trying to get out of my art, which is trying to portray the characters as accurately as possible. i rly just want it to look like it could be a stylized redraw of a deleted scene or something

my process is kinda everywhere bc i just move on to whatever step will probably make me hate the piece less when im done with it. i draw with a more square brush (blurring marker 1 on ibis) which i def recommend. its great for focusing on shapes in ur art and it helps me not overblend/forces me to think of more interesting lines/shapes. my sketch is a thicker size of the same pen, focusing on the major shapes and proportions and i just make as many additional layers overtop of it, lowering the size of the pen and adding details as i go

once im at the lineart i usually use a site that creates color palettes based off images (usually just steal some from old catholic art) and i steal my base colors from that. it doesnt matter how terrible ur base colors look as long as they make sense and r what ur generally going for.

these were my original base, i use colored line art and shade the basic shadows using the line art mixed with the base color, highlights r whatever is the lightest color in the palette. after that i duplicate and throw it through this filter

i play w the colors and use it as a color/hue/luminosity layer on top of the original version, lower opacity and render now that theres more colors on the canvas (the filter creates more contrast between the lame base colors i mix, then i can add bounce shadows and shit).

i use a shit ton of digital cheats. single color overlay layers at the end of a piece, pizza face overlay glow, using vignettes around the border to draw the eye towards the subjects at the center, filters, color palette generators, etc. they make things sm easier so u can worry abt experimenting with other things.

i dont rly know how to explain how i do clothes or hair other than focusing on the shadows and worrying abt lights later. this is honestly the best tutorial i can think of bc in my head im just drawing what i see as best as i can with the pen i use. use a fuck ton of reference, do actor face studies, and try to experiment with ur style everytime u draw. ur never gonna learn how to use ur programs or expand if ur bogged down by trying to achieve a specific look. sometimes that thing u were nervous abt bc thats not how ur style usually works is the best thing on the piece at the end.

actually draw only what u want to draw in that very moment and use that as an opportunity to experiment however u can. i just draw chainshipping and find ways to trick myself into learning 👍🏻 sorry this is so bad if u have any specific questions i can try to answer those better

edit: this is what i mean when i say just draw with whatever base colors and use the lineart to add value. i thoroughly hated this piece at this stage but once i adjusted the pallet it felt much more cohesive and i could continue on with the drawing. the best thing i can say is to have absolutely no process past the same few first steps and resign urself to a cycle of self hatred and throwing random bs at the wall to see what sticks

#sorry this is so bad these dubious ass shroom carts beating my god damn ass HOURS later #i deadass woke up saw this and said Fuck bc i knew id want to answer it but i deadass cant think #sorry this didnt make sense. my style id just however i personally fail at achieving complete realism #also merge ur colors and lineart after the base idk makes it less stiff #ive always thought painting is much more forgiving than lineart and cell shading #theyre scary #most of my art is just how i compensate for being unable to rly fully stylize #i havent been able to since high school so i just stick w realism while i unlearn my old bad habits from having an exaggerated style #GOD ANYWAYS #rambling #larry.txt

[crash-and-cure]

Dear Crash,

I had too much for a reply on your post so I'm writing you here :) I tend to read other writers' fic either late at night or during the day (at work or in between life bs) and so I feel bad, because I don't usually take the time to really tell people how good their writing is, like specifically. But I want to be better, and I feel like if I'm not going to celebrate a 21K first chapter like Burin' a Hole, than what kind of person am I?

Did I know what the omegaverse was bf yesterday? No. In fact, and I mean this without judgement, but bc I have never really read this genre bf, I was a little unsure or wary of what to expect but I have read you other work so many times , that I just dove in. And then I reread it again. There were several things that I noticed reading it a second time, like the significance of having her be a make-up artist and the quote from Kitty, ugh, of course, because she is hiding who she is, the appeal of this career/interest makes so much sense. Elvis reading the mail when she comes to tell him she got another job. There were so many other things that just bowl me over with how much work you put into crafting this piece. The humor too - that Doner party gag, ahhhhh! Perry Mason wins, lollll!

And the way you build these characters, especially E and reader ! Muah, chef's kiss! I love the flipped expectations bf they present, I really appreciated that reader is not just using suppressants to save her father's reputation (bc I don't think that would be motivation enough), but because of her history with alphas, and having watched what her mother went through, and fear of abandonment, and the genuine fear of the intensity of being mated to one. I could see why she does what she does. One of my favorite passing vignettes is the image of Elvis holding up traffic trying to get her to come back to the show after they fight while she walks to the bus stop with a suitcase.

And, of course, the last part ... well, let's just say I have a feeling that section is now one of my go to comfort readings when I want to smile and shiver and be inspired in my own writing.

I'm probably fangirling out too much here, but I'll just end by saying thanks for your fucking brilliance and I'm so grateful I found your work! 21 K fucking words!!! I guess I'm an alpha!elvis stan now, which i never predicted by am so in to, picturing angry alpha austin elvis here....

xoxo

Norah

Thank you so much ☺ I love to hear what people loved most about my pieces and I'm so happy to see when they pick up on those details!

When I started writing this one, there was so much to think about in terms of how the ABO dynamics interacted with the era. Which was a lot of fun to speculate on and at times also overwhelming TBH, but once I figured this out and the details within the request I was able to go from there. When I got the request the thought she was a makeup artist while also being someone who hides who she is was too good of detail to leave so happy to see you picked up on it. The humor was an important aspect to me to really showcase their friendship (what's a light threat of cannibalism between best friends lol).

That being said the build up of the relationship was one of the most crucial aspects to the story for me as to why of all the omegas that froth at the mouth over him, why reader? So them being friends since they were kids and being shaped by one another was something I really wanted to explore. Knowing how he was described as a kid, that definitely factored into how he was expected to present in this world, so reader had to be on the opposite end of that spectrum. Her being his most ardent supporter since the get-go, and basically being the extrovert that adopts the introvert was something I thought fit well into that why.

The readers motivations were also in the same vein of asking why not go for it? Especially making a bold reader, you're right on the money that saving her piece of shit father's reputation was her lowest priority. Fear of abandonement is something I think many people can relate to so the fact that in this world an abandoned mated omega going into heat oftentimes = death, doesn't help either. It doesn't help that the fact that her primary example for an A/O relationship fell apart so spectacularly and both parents to some degree laid the responsibility for it's destruction at her feet, and she unintentionally internalized alot of the blame and now believes that there is something inherently wrong with her.

Something I also had to take into account was why Elvis didn't go for it earlier either, and I can't believe I forgot to mention it in the story, but there is this idea (potentially false) that Alpha's tend to unintentionally injure Beta partners in the act which he would never want to risk (edit: as well as the very real fact that an A/B couple can't reproduce which of course is heavily stigmatized especially in this era). But just because the physical aspect wasn't there didn't mean he didn't view it as a relationship in all other ways, as in his mind for all other intents and purposes reader is his. He to a lesser extent was also traumatized seeing reader so emotionally effected by her situation, utterly unable to imagine how a mother could do that to her kid so he wanted to always keep her close to him. So when the reality that she is an omega comes to light and she wants to leave the temporary pain of a less than willing claiming bite is outweighed by the knowledge that with it she'll never be able to leave.

Believe it or not that vignette was a last minute edition, because I wanted to demonstrate readers near iron will to truly make the fact that she eventually just gives in to him all the more poignant.

I put alot of work into that final section, wanting to make it hot but also elevate it given the omegaverse setting so I'm honored to hear you feel inspired by it.

Thank you so much for taking the time to write this all out, especially when you're working on your own amazing story as well! I'm honestly so grateful for all the love and support I've been getting from you and all of the other lovely readers out there.

Again thank you so much Norah!

#crash answers #elvis #elvis 2022 #yandere!elvis x reader #omega!reader #omega reader #omegaverse

[thehollowwriter]

What changes do you think would be made between your muse as they exist in your head vs how they would be treated as part of canon?

What plot points would change due to the inclusion of your character in canon?

for all your ocs if possible 💕​

Thank you! (Does Silas count in these? I wonder if he does...)

What changes do you think would be made between your muse as they exist in your head vs how they would be treated as part of canon?

Well, this is Disney we're talking about, so Finn's relationship with the trio would be erased completely sffaafsfad. His dad's occupation would he mentioned in birthday vignettes and other occasions, but the more sinister parts would be implied, same with the tweels. I don't think there'd be too many changes, really. I could be wrong, of course.

I'm not too sure how to answer this for Quinn tbh?

What plot points would change due to the inclusion of your character in canon?

He'd definitely refuse to hand over Azul's museum picture at the end of Chapter 3 ffhfhfhfhfh. There's also the fact that there'll be a battle Part Two after Azul's OB because he tries to kill the first years +Leona and Ruggie for "causing" Azul's OB and endangering the lives of his partners and lil brother (@distant-velleity 's Chrysos)

While not too much of a canon impact, Finn would spend all of chapter 4 grumbling about how Jamil is not to be trusted, and when he OBs, he's like, "I TOLD YOU SO". He probably attacks Jamil from behind to end his overblot sooner. He's small and sneaky. He might have to be held back from trying to eat Jamil/j (or maybe not 👀?)

That's it, I think? Until I think of more. He's not a dancer or a singer, so he wouldn't be involved in Chapter 5, but since Vil is his kinda his friend, he jumps in to help with the OB. Chapter 6... well, that's something else entirely.

Quinn would have such an impact mainly because she dislikes almost all of NRC and stays uninvolved in their bs. Chapter 3? She just tells Adeuce and Grim they dug their own graves and to lie in them (albeit in a much nicer way) and carries on. She doesn't make a contract with Azul. She's not too helpful in OBs either, she just panics.

#quinn quips #quinn answers #finn clearcove #octavinelle #quinn #quinn script #Ramshackle #twisted wonderland #twst oc #ask game #oc ask game

[anonymeqaupdates]

Possible vignette for Crowley:

1) Kinda like with Rollo to see him in his daily life in NRC but also avoid the students' problems as always.

2) Having a interaction with the overblot boys.

3) Having a interaction with the Diasomnia boys.

4) Before the main game start let just say before the the dorm ceremony.

What do you think?

So if I was to rank how likely each one is I’d say 1, 4, 3 and 2 from most likely to least likely.

There’s also a chance that it could focus on Crowley and the staff dealing with a big event or some kind of crisis we’re everyone is dubious of his ability to handle it and he ends up bs his way threw it like a less demented, visual key Nagito.

#thanks anon! #ask #twisted wonderland #dire crowley

[luminous-letters]

Silver and Sebek’s exchange in your fic left me laughing for several minutes 🤣 I have to say that I’ve been neutral on Sebek as a character, but comedic moments like this which highlight his tight-laced nature is where he really shines, imo. He bounces against other students’ personalities very well.

Great work!

thank youu! 💛🛐

i absolutely love how sebek can talk like some victorian noble at one moment and then an average teen a few minutes later 😭 it's the gap for me and recreating him making an 'incorrect quote' for lilia like he did in his union birthday was a blast

sebek's so fun to write 😭 and his exchanges with silver are always something i look forward to, be it vignettes or fanworks 😭 it's like that one hyper and the other bored asf meme. maybe its because its silver that usually calls out croco-man's bs

aside from the usual silver and sebek dynamic, you know who else has a tired mom, reserved, quiet, loner nature? idia JACK. i look forward to more interactions with them 😭

meme(s) in question:

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #sebek zigvolt #silver #answered ask #twst meme #twst shitpost

[amxrany]

Rating TWST Events based on how much I enjoyed it [Part 1]

So there won't be a particular order to this, I'll just do all the events I remember playing by memory, and since I'm from the JP server this will contain events that aren't released yet in ENG server so once again skip this post if you don't wanna get spoiled

(Also there might be some events where I might use the JP name or ENG name, it just depends on what I remember)

Ghost Marriage

7.8/10

I played the version where Ghost Marriage Idia and Lilia were released, in which holy shit I went insane with how handsome Idia looked in his card AND LILIA'S VIGNETTE WITH SILVER AND SEBEK FIGHTING OVER THE COLOR OF HIS SUIT????? LIKE THE SLEEPING BEAUTY REFERENCE I SEE YOU

The only other card I have aside from Idia is literally R Rook cuz I got too lazy to grind for everyone else 😀

But story wise, it was funny and really enjoyable

Dance and Wishes

7/10

THE STORIES OF SOME PEOPLE IS JUST AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

IM LOOKING AT YOU SILVER AND LILIA (ESPECIALLY YOU SILVER FOR FUELING UP MY SILVER & DEUCE SHOULD BE SIBLINGS AGENDA)

I was honestly so confused when I started playing this event, but thankfully I got help and managed to finish the event on time

The only thing I despise about this event is the rhythmic and that one swiping tile that kept wrecking my combo

Ya'll don't know about the many times I raged over that tile cuz my run was going smooth (like butter) THEN BOOM COMBO BROKEN CUZ OF THAT TILE

(me when my combo breaks because of that one swiping tile)

Beanfest (Part 1) (I forgot the name of both the parts tbh so yeah we using beanfest for this)

5.5/10

I don't really remember much from this event and I kinda spedran it so yeah

All I remember was just that random drop of lore where Leona and Malleus worked together to take Rook out

I completely forgot which specific part of beanfest was that lore dropped but please correct me if I'm wrong here

The cards were cool tho

Beanfest (Part 2)

6/10

Slightly higher cuz I do remember bits of this event and I kinda enjoyed it

I also remember some vignettes from the newer cards, and once they were as cool as the last one

Halloween Part 1: Scary Monsters

8.9/10

Okay so when Scary Monsters first came to JP, that's when I was new to the game, and I was able to finish like 0.01% of the event but thankfully they had a rerun so I had my little redemption arc

I managed to get all the free cards in that event and Lilia from the banners (I was still new and testing out some new things so I pulled out of curiousity)

I actually love this event and the lore they gave us with how the boys deal with outsiders

BUT HOLY SHIT IS IT TIRING TO GRIND 😭😭😭

I almost had a grind burn out but I survived

Halloween Part 2: Scary Monsters Endless Halloween

9.2/10

I absolutely loved playing this event cuz we get to see different character dynamics and all that stuff (I loved Leona's babysitting services and Jamil's done with everyone's bs group)

AND THE WAY ENG HANDLED THIS EVENT THOUGH???

LIKE SEEING IT TRANSLATED IN ENG JUST MADE ME GO

LIKE THE VIGNETTES REALLY GOT ME ACTING UP YKNOW????

AND THE CARDS ARE SO BEAUTIFUL I LITERALLY CRIED WHEN I GOT SILVER

Almost had a grind burn out part 2

More events will be done in another post so stay tuned !!

#rany talks about twst #twisted wonderland #twst #twst jp #twst spoilers #ghost marriage #dance and wishes #beanfest #scary monsters #endless halloween

[troisfleur]

2; academic prowess.

During my reign as Heartslabyul housewarden, no student of this dorm has ever dropped out or been held back a grade. ♣️ Riddle, Dorm Uniform SSR Vignette, Part 1.

                                 BUT—how good of a student is Trey, really?

I. PRE-NRU.

Trey Clover has historically had a full plate of expectations, and schoolwork generally took a backseat to any other obligations he had. Trey’s never been a bad student, per say, but an average one: report cards marked with Cs and Bs, graduating square in the middle of his class in high school. His grades did improve marginally during his senior year—he needed to stay competitive for culinary programs, after all—although they were fighting with a persistent bout of senioritis and general life frustration.

Generally, he was well-liked by his teachers and peers, although not particularly noteworthy. While he was part of an after-school soccer club in elementary school, and spent some time in middle school in an academic science club, Trey did not have any extracurriculars to speak of in high school. Instead, his afternoons were spent helping run his family’s patisserie.

II. NIGHT RAVEN UNIVERSITY.

Let it be known that Heartslabyul’s expectations of academic excellence get results: ever since enrolling, Trey’s grades and average have improved, as well as his own study techniques. Let it also be known that he puts in more effort to maintain his grades now, as he’s expected to set a good example. With an occasional C in some areas still exist, he’s a solid B-average student, with As popping up in the classes he’s taken a particular shine to.

III. GENERAL EDUCATION.

ARTS. ★☆☆☆☆

Trey is not terribly good at drawing, and only marginally better at literally painting the roses. He’s never been in any sort of dance lessons, and it definitely shows in his coordination. He does have the potential to improve on the dancing front (see: he DID commit to Starsending) but that is extenuating circumstances. He cannot improvise on dance to save his life. D-.

HISTORY. ★★★☆☆

Excellent at Queendom history—partially because it tends to get drilled into its residents’ heads pretty thoroughly—but sometimes Shaky on everyone else. He finds history classes easy to study for, at least, so he’s rarely ever sweating. B.

LITERATURE. ★☆☆☆☆

Not a writer in the least. Creative writing is a special sort of hell; poetry is near-incomprehensible to him. A fan of reading for pleasure on subjects that interest him, but terrible at keeping his attention on assigned readings. Greatly prefers nonfiction to fiction. F.

MATHEMATICS. ★★★★☆

Finally, a subject that makes sense to him. While not particularly keen on having to do more advanced calculations (no enthusiasm for calculus, for example) algebra and statistics came fairly easily once he learned. A-.

MUSIC. ☆☆☆☆☆

Trey could not carry a tune if you handed him the bucket. F.

PHYSICAL EDUCATION. ★★★☆☆

Actually does enjoy light exercise and moving his body, and secretly has a penchant for team sports. Trey really did enjoy his time on a soccer team. That being said, he tends to not quite click with the more sporty types, and so has never pursued an interest much. B-.

SCIENCES. ★★★★★

What is cooking if not a science, after all? Trey’s always loved his science classes, even more if there’s a lab component. There’s not a single facet that Trey doesn’t find fascinating to some degree, and he took as many as possible throughout his high school career in lieu of other electives. A+.

IV. UNIVERSITY CURRICULUM.

                                         (taken from this list here.)

ALCHEMY. ★★★★★

It’s science, with 100% more magic. Trey took to his alchemy classes immediately, eagerly taking as many adjacent electives as allowed. It directly led to him joining the science club as a first year. A+.

ANIMAL LANGAUGES. ★☆☆☆☆

Took as a freshman elective, as caring for the Heartslabyul flamingos and hedgehogs is a task often foisted onto freshman outside of the chore rotation, and he figured it might help. As it turns out, he’s not very good at it, and what he does still understand is generally unkind. The flamingos can be right dicks sometimes. D-.

ANCIENT CURSES. N/A

Never had a chance to take this elective, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little curious.

ASTROLOGY. ★★☆☆☆

Only taken when Cater is in the class with him. He gets by decently enough, but a lot of the star-reading goes over his head and doesn’t quite click as believable. C-.

BIOLOGY. ★★★★★

It’s fascinating to learn about all the different ways magic can affect living things. A.

CHANGES AND COMPARISON OF ABBREVIATED SPELLS IN ANCIENT AND MODERN MAGIC HISTORY. ★★★☆☆

Trey had no idea what exactly this elective was while making his schedule, but he signed up for it. He’s doing okay. B+.

CONJURATION. ★★★★☆

Occasionally has issues performing high-level conjurings, as there’s a certain amount of imagination and spatial reasoning involved that’s not quite playing to Trey’s strengths, but generally does well. Tends to find the required readings a bit dull. B.

DEFENSE MAGIC. ★★★★☆

His personal specialty when it comes to combat-focused spells. Rarely any issues, but not the best in his class. B+/A-.

HISTORY OF MAGIC. ★★★★☆

Threw himself into this class freshman year to try and keep up with more magically-inclined peers. A lot of overlap with general education curriculum, so easy enough, but magical history classes tend to be lowest on the priority of homework, and so sometimes last-minute rushing is necessary. B.

PRACTICAL MAGIC. ★★★★★

Admittedly a large learning curve for him, but once he learned the fundamentals, it’s become easy. Trey has a particular finesse to guiding his magic, now, and while he doesn’t show it off often, he’s gotten very good at doing rather delicate work with magic. A.

MAGIC ANALYSIS. ★★★☆☆

Some of the higher-level classes have been a struggle, but generally he’s passing. The writing component to these classes is endlessly frustrating to him. B-/C+.

PHYSICAL EDUCATION. ★★★★☆

Taking flying as his PE credit. Actually pretty good at it, but finds Coach Vargas more than a little annoying, so tries to downplay his talents. B-.

POTIONOLOGY. ★★★★☆

Deeply enjoys experimenting with potionology, but ultimately his magical science pursuits are elsewhere, and so tends to not experiment too wildly. B+.

POISON MAKING. N/A

Kind of sad he didn’t take poison making, it sounds like a great class.

#❝ℕ𝕆𝕋 𝔸 𝕊𝕀ℕ𝔾𝕃𝔼 ℝ𝕆𝕊𝔼 ℂ𝔸ℕ 𝔹𝔼 𝕆𝕍𝔼ℝ𝕃𝕆𝕆𝕂𝔼𝔻.❞ 【ℍ𝔼𝔸𝔻ℂ𝔸ℕ𝕆ℕ𝕊.】 #[ I've been working on this on and off for a few days but I really wanted to do an analysis of Trey's academic life ] #[ I HOPE THIS WAS INTERESTING FLKSDFJKDSJK I like. thinking about classes ]

[damnfandomproblems]

i havent roleplayed before but tbh if someone isn't having fun with a story bc the group likes boring overplayed troupes, spicing it up seems fun

like long term conflicts and a story progressing is what makes things fun. even in vignettes and episodic shows, you don't have no consequences for disagreements, there's everlasting effects on characters. that's the whole point of a story, things happen and change.

honestly sounds like op wanted something actually interesting and everyone else just wanted status quo bs. personally i would've just dropped out and taken my characters with me. like how are you gunna have a story where nothing happens?

of course even with the vote, if everyone is like "i want this" and the actual owner is like "i really very much do not can we do anything else?" then them continuing like that seems shitty.

It might have been better to just leave and take the OCs with.

#blog answers

[lunarpanda]

Gonna be making a kinda ranking/opinion list of the various Sanrio animes I’ve been watching over the past year or so. This will be edited accordingly as I cross some series off my list. I’m not really a writer so my writing might be confusing but I’ll try my best to keep it comprehensive.

First some kinda... not really ground rules but still like something I should say.

I’m not watching every Sanrio anime out there. Just stuff that’s readily available on youtube or anime streaming sites. I’m not gonna go out of my way to download a torrent of an old OVA or something. 

I’m also passing on Show By Rock, Sanrio Boys and the Gudetama series. I don’t really gel with those characters and Gudetama is still technically going strong with over 1,000 episodes and I don’t have the time or energy to care about that. Mr. Men/Little Miss will also be skipped over as it was acquired by Sanrio after the shows were made.

Anyways enough bs:

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MOVIES:

Joe and the Rose: The first Sanrio film and made by Takashi Yanase. Bittersweet and short. (Alright) *Subbed*

Little Jumbo: Pretty sad, another Takashi Yanase film. (Alright) *Subbed*

The Mouse and his Child: Honestly kinda boring. Feels like a movie you’d find in the bargain bin or one of those movies you didn’t watch much of as a kid but you still had the tape of it. (Skip) *Dubbed*

Ringing Bell: Yet another Takashi Yanase film and it’s the most famous one for a good reason. Honestly better than the first two of his movies and something I could watch again and again *even if that sounds horrible lol* (EXTREMELY RECOMMENDED!) *Subbed and Dubbed*

Metamorphoses/Winds of Change: This one’s kinda hard to pin down. I didn’t mind watching it but it can be boring to some. I’d say give it a shot for the first 20 minutes or so and if you’re not interested you can skip it since it’s all vignettes. I do enjoy the disco tracks for it tho. (Alright) *Dubbed*

Nutcracker Fantasy: Really rad adaptation. Honestly the best stop motion movie ever. (EXTREMELY RECOMMENDED!) *Subbed and Dubbed*

Unico: As a whole, the series is golden, but the best ones *and the easiest ones to find* are The Fantastic Adventures of Unico and Unico in the Island of Magic. Don’t sleep on White Cloud and Black Feather if you can find it tho. (EXTREMELY RECOMMENDED!) *Subbed for White Cloud Black Feather, Subbed and Dubbed for Adventures and Magic Island, Raw for Save Our Fragile Earth*

Oshin: This one slipped under my movie radar until I went onto Sanrio’s wikipedia page. It doesn’t seem to be subbed but there’s a VHS rip on youtube that I watched recently and tbh it’s just meh. Other than some pretty iffy stuff that would require a content warning it’s just not that interesting. I think it’d be better if you possibly watched the drama it’s based off of since it seems to be for the fans of the drama but as a stand alone movie it’s just kinda whatever. Maybe if it was subbed it would be a little more interesting. (Meh) *Raw*

The Sea Prince and the Fire Child: Another dope movie from Sanrio. I enjoy the art style and backgrounds for this movie a lot. (EXTREMELY RECOMMENDED!) *Subbed and Dubbed*

The Ideon (A Contact/Be Invoked): I found the Ideon series as a whole to be kinda boring to watch. I’m not a mech person so this doesn’t particularly appeal to me. I guess these movies could be used instead to watch the series instead of the show since A Contact is a recap movie and Be Invoked is an alternate ending but still it wasn’t really my kinda thing. But many other people enjoy it so it’s a shrug from me. (Meh/Skip if mech and depression is not your thing) *Subbed*

A Journey Through Fairyland: Feels like another bargain bin movie but not as boring as A Mouse and his Child was. I’ve seen this compared to Fantasia but with a plot since it’s got a lot of classical music inserts and that seems about accurate. (Alright) *Dubbed*

Mouse Story (George and Gerald’s Adventure): Really good and really fun! Wanted to watch this for a long time since it was paired with the Cinnamoroll movie! (EXTREMELY EXCELLENT!) *Subbed*

Cinnamoroll the Movie: Surprisingly, I didn’t vibe with this on first watching. I was hoping it would be as good as the Hamtaro movies but it didn’t just jam as hard as it should’ve. It’s still really cute tho! (Pretty Fun!) *Subbed*

Jewelpet the Movie (Sweets Dance Princess): Not a bad little movie. I heard this one bombed at the box office which is sad but it’s really not as bad as one might think. Prolly did better with the kids that watch the show instead of the parents that were prolly dragged along. That being said, you def need to watch the show first before watching the movie. (Pretty Fun!) *Subbed*

Onegai My Melody (Yu and Ai): A small short that was shown before the Jewelpet movie. Just a silly little short of Kuromi trying to ruin My Melo’s barbecue. (Pretty Fun!) *Subbed*

Go-chan and His Forest Friends (Moko-chan and Marvelous Creatures): This is another Sanrio movie I have just discovered recently. To my surprise it was actually officially subbed and put onto youtube! I’m hoping the sequel will eventually get the same treatment. Anyways it’s cute! I think it’s based on a TV mascot and Sanrio just helped with the animation which is great to hear since I used to think that the Jewelpet movie kinda screwed them out of making movies for a while. It’s short, less than an hour and if you need something short and cute to watch then I’d recommend it! (Pretty Fun!) *Subbed*

Jewelpet Attack Travel!: This was going to be a short played before another movie unrelated to Sanrio but COVID happened and both of them got post-poned. IDK if the movie proper ever released but a few months ago the Jewelpet short aired on NicoNico in a special stream. It’ll be subbed soonventually but I thought it was good~ (Pretty Fun!) *Raw but might be Subbed in the future*

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TV SHOWS/OVAS

Kitty and Mimmy’s New Umbrella: I believe this is the first short involving Kitty. Just Kitty and Mimmy mucking about with a new umbrella... nothing too exciting outside of the fact it’s the first Sanrio short with Kitty. (Alright) *Raw*

Sanrio Anime Festival: A mixed bag of Sanrio adaptations of different fairy tales featuring different characters as well as original stories. Some of them were dubbed into English under Sanrio’s Hello Kitty and Keroppi VHS library. (Pretty Fun!) *Subbed and Dubbed depending on the OVA*

Sanrio Video: Another mixed bag of various Sanrio characters and stories. They pull from popular characters such as Kitty and Keroppi but include some obscure friends such as Vaudeville Duo and Patty and Jimmy. Again, some of these stories got dubbed and more recently, fansubbed by a youtube channel called Starshooter. (Pretty Fun!) *Subbed and Dubbed depending on the OVA*

Hello Kitty’s Furry Tale Theater: One of the most famous Sanrio works in the States at least. Not too bad, if you like old 80′s/90′s cartoons you’ll like it. (Pretty Fun!) *Dubbed*

Flint the Time Detective: Sanrio’s only shounen series so far. If you enjoy monster collecting series, you’d enjoy the heck out of this. Some episodes were pretty boring tho but when it’s 39 episodes long you’re gonna get some lame episodes. (Pretty Fun!) *Subbed and Dubbed*

Hello Kitty’s Paradise: Paradise in Japan is mostly a bunch of Kitty shorts with some 7 minute animes (including the later introduced Sugarbunnies, Hello Kitty’s Apple Forest, etc.) and some music videos from Puroland. AFAIK the third season of Kitty’s Paradise is what got dubbed and distributed over here. It’s cute, it’s prolly what a lot of people grew up with. It’s not as good as the Sanrio Video OVAs but they’re still nice. (Pretty Fun!) *Dubbed for Season 3, Raw for others*

Hello Kitty’s Stump Village: Essentially Pingu but with Sanrio characters. There’s really not much substance to it IMO, it’s cute of course but it could’ve been better. I do lowkey enjoy that the dub narrator (Wendee Lee) reads her narration like a mom telling a story. It is better than Adventures of Kitty and Friends tho. (Alright) *Dubbed*

The Adventures of Hello Kitty and Friends: Gonna be real, this one is big boring. This is a good example of a bargain bin DVD series. I don’t mind some mindless entertainment but this is just really bland mush. Writing isn’t good neither is the animation or the voice acting. My only positive about this show is the fact that they use rare friends for background characters like Kururin and Paupipo. (Skip) *Dubbed*

Onegai My Melody: Here we go, we’re getting into the most excellent stuff! If you enjoy either My Melody or Kuromi and also wanna see where Kuromi got her start then you better be watching this series. (EXTREMELY EXCELLENT!) *Subbed*

Onegai My Melody (Kuru Kuru Shuffle): Another excellent season of My Melo and Kuromi going at it. If you watched the first season you better watch this one too! (EXTREMELY EXCELLENT!) *Subbed*

Onegai My Melody (Sukkiri): Now this is where My Melo takes a little bit of a hit. Episodes have been halved to around 10 minutes. However this doesn’t mean it’s all bad. It does shave away a lot of the boring extra human plots and mostly leaves it to My Melo, Kuromi and their critter friends. People that enjoyed the middle school drama of the first two seasons might not enjoy it but I thought it was fine. (Pretty fun!) *Raw*

Onegai My Melody (Kirara): And this is where My Melo tanks. In between a slow start, shoddy animation for most of the series and bland plot points it’s really sad to see My Melo and Kuromi’s show reduced to this. And it’s also big sad that this is one of the few animations that has my absolute favorite Sanrio characters of all time, Lloromannic in it. Berry and Cherry got robbed. (Skip) *Raw*

Sugarbunnies: A cute little mini series about the Sugarbunnies and their myriad of friends in France. Each episode is about 7 minutes long so you can essentially watch the entire show in one afternoon. Keeps it light and easy going for those few minutes and it doesn’t really get boring either. Characterization of the buns is light since there’s about 14 of them in total but it’s not much of a dealbreaker. (Pretty fun!) *Subbed*

Sugarbunnies Chocolat: A sequel to the first season. More or less of the same as season 1 with the sweets competition except with a few new characters and more of a focus on chocolate sweets. There is an interesting story that happens near the end of the third of the show! (Pretty fun!) *Subbed*

Sugarbunnies Fleur: Sugarbunnies steer away from the sweets and now they’re focusing on reviving an old garden in the forest at the back of Sophia’s school. There’s not really a change in tone except there’s just no competitions to worry about. Still as cute as ever! (Pretty fun!) *Raw, subs in progress!*

Hello Kitty’s Apple Forest (Fantasy): Another show that aired on Kitty’s Paradise. This show is another short one like Sugarbunnies and involved Kitty and Mimmy being isekai’d thanks to a magical apple amulet. They’re asked to cure the Apple Forest’s Fairy Queen from a sleeping curse. Unfortunately for them, flying squirrels Monga and Montine are up to no good and try to stop the twins. I enjoyed it! I do enjoy how short it was (13 episodes) so you can speed through it easily. I’d definitely would recommend it for a lazy afternoon watch. I also enjoyed all the fairy tale references in all the episodes. (Pretty fun!) *Raw, will be picked up for subs soonventually*

Hello Kitty’s Apple Forest (Mystery): A sequel to Fantasy, it changes it up with Kitty and Mimmy solving various mysteries all around the Apple Forest and trying to figure out where the prince of the neighboring kingdom has disappeared too. Kitty and Mimmy this time around get magical outfits to wear each episode. Personally I think this is the weakest of the Apple Forest trilogy but again, it’s something you can plow through in an afternoon so it’s not like watching a long 52 episode show. (Alright) *Raw, will be picked up for subs soonventually*

Hello Kitty’s Apple Forest (Parallel Town): After Mystery, the Apple Forest begs Kitty for a brand new adventure and dumps her in a town similar to her home town of London except populated by more human like fairies. Kitty joins fairy girl Emily in finding Mimmy who mysteriously disappeared in the forest and figuring out who in the world Akuro is and what her goals are. This is a bit longer than both Fantasy and Mystery combined. I definitely recommEnd checking it out for Akuro alone if you wanna see what a Kuromi Kitty counterpart. (Pretty fun!) *Raw, will be picked up for subs soonventually*

Usahana (Yumemiru Ballerina): The only animated series that has Usahana in it! Aired alongside Hello Kitty Apple Forest. Usahana dreams of being a ballerina and is excited to go to Etoile Ballet Academy and become a ballerina. Joined by new friends, Rose, Mary, Anzu, Ivy, Nuts, Sakura and rival Azami, Hana will be sure to make her dream come true. Gonna be real, this show ends randomly. Hana is still in school doing her best but it just ends with no real conclusion. It’s also very short with only 7 episodes. Not sure what the thought process there was making it so short but since Hana barely has any anime appearances besides this one, she really needs a reboot! It is EXTREMELY good to see her tho and I love her little friends including the twins Rose and Mary, they’re such scamps! (Pretty fun!) *Raw, will be picked up for subs soonventually*

Kero Kero Keroppi (Hasunoue Town Kiki Ippatsu!): Also airing alongside Hello Kitty Apple Forest. This includes Keroppi and friends gaining super powers and acting like a sentai squad to save their town from an evil toad scientist. It’s also a short anime that didn’t even last as long as Usahana with having 6 episodes. TBH it’s not even that cute. Keroppi and friends get more human like proportions and it’s really strange and kinda unsettling. Really not recommended which is sad since Keroppi is such a cool little guy. (Skip) *Raw*

Charmmy Kitty OVAS: Composed of three different OVAs, it’s interesting to see the adventures of Kitty’s pet cat and Daniel’s pet hamster (Sugar). While the first OVA is just 30 minutes of them goofing off around the house with barely a word the second and third ones is where they get juicy. The second one introduces some secondary characters like Sugar’s friends and Charmmy’s neighbors. The third one is just a straight up retelling of Alice in Wonderland but with Charmmy. All in all it’s cute! I’m glad that Charmmy has a little love to her besides merch. (Pretty fun!) *Raw, will be picked up for subs soonventually*

Jewelpet: And here comes the big one. This is Sanrio’s biggest show they’ve ever had spanning at least 6 seasons. (That means like 300 episodes I gotta go through rip) but anyways. The first show starts as kind of a “Gotta Catch ‘em All” show of finding the Jewelpet of the day and having them solve whatever problem happens thanks to Diana. It’s a solid opening season especially since every pet gets their own episode which is big important since some of the later pets get shoved into the background for the more popular ones. (Pretty fun!) *Currently being subbed*

Jewelpet Tinkle: A magical girl series where Ruby and Labra become the partners of Akari Sakura and lead her journey to become the JewelStar. Favorite girl Labra joins the cast permanently and Sango is featured heavily! I can see why this is the more popular of the seasons tho I do lowkey miss how much of a dipshit Ruby was in the other series. (Pretty fun!) *Subbed*

Jewelpet Sunshine: This is just an extended shitpost of a kid’s anime and I love every minute of it. Ruby and friends are now in their senior year of high school and are just trying to survive. References are everywhere and nothing’s funnier than seeing a straight up hearing “Born to Be Wild” while a polar bear rides an alpaca like a motorcycle. (EXTREMELY EXCELLENT!) *Subbed*

Aggretsuko: TBH, I think EVERYBODY knows how good this show is. Personally I still have to finish it. I always just watch the first season and then totally forget about the rest. I KNOW it’s good, it’s just me getting off my ass to watch it. Also remember to watch the TBS shorts when you find them. (EXTREMELY EXCELLENT!) *Subbed and Dubbed, Subbed for TBS shorts*

Let’s Play with Hello Kitty: A short series aimed towards a very very young crowd. Follows Kitty and her new neighbors Eric and Amy and their friend Harry as they learn about the world around them. It’s cute, but it’s definitely not for me. I’m surprised it’s officially dubbed but it seems like it’s only on Apple TV or some obtuse service like that. (Alright) *Subbed and Dubbed*

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WEB SERIES

Chibimaru: A bunch of shorts featuring Chibimaru the puppy and his friends. Not much substance to them since they’re all about 20 or so seconds long, but they’re good for a quick watch especially if you enjoy Chibimaru. (EXTREMELY EXCELLENT!) *Raw, no dialogue*

Pankunchi: More substance than the Chibimaru shorts with dialogue and a minute long runtime, it features two types of bread and a panda that eats bread going into a magical pocket world. (Pretty fun!) *Subbed*

Nyokki and Penne: There’s only two shorts of these kittens and they’re not bad. I wouldn’t mind if there were more. So I can’t really say too much about it (Alright) *Raw, no dialogue*

Tenorikuma: A stop motion series about extremely small red pandas running a cafe. I never see these little guys much these days even on Hello Sweet Days. But the shorts are OK. (Alright) *Raw, no dialogue*

Little Hello Kitty: This is a strange one. It’s about a plush Hello Kitty going on a big adventure with a bunch of different creatures looking for a home. After 15 or so episodes it just ends with a dance number with no closure. I kinda found it boring and a little hard to watch since the English voice acting was kinda... off? Really just people reading their lines and not putting anything into it. I wouldn’t recommend it. (Skip) *Dubbed*

Hummingmint: One of my absolute favorite modern Sanrio characters. Hummingmint explores the seasons around her. Rather than being fully animated, it’s just a puppet. It also has a live action portion near the end with merch based on the short. It’s really sad they only made four of these because I love these shorts so much and I wish Hummingmint was featured more prominently lately. (EXTREMELY EXCELLENT!) *Raw, no dialogue*

Marumofubiyori: Another one of my favorite modern Sanrio characters. Tells the story of an extremely lazy baby polar bear living at an aquarium employee’s home. What’s good is that Sanrio made official subs for these as well<3 I’m hoping there’s more sometime soon. (EXTREMELY EXCELLENT!) *Subbed*

Cogimyun: And yet another favorite modern Sanrio character, this is about a little flour spirit that wants to become a rice ball. The are two different series of this, one where Cogi is looking after her grandpa’s apartment and meets all the wacky tenants of the building and a second slice of life where she’s in kindergarten. Both are must watch IMO. (EXTREMELY EXCELLENT!) *Subbed*

Hello Kitty’s Supercute Adventures: Very small webisodes of various Sanrio characters. I love that the background cast includes characters like Baku and Doki Doki Yummychums and the fact that they added in Cinnamon after the second season. Really good if you need a quick pick me up. (Pretty fun!) *Dubbed*

Hello Kitty and Friends Mini Tales 3D: Another webisode youtube series. This is def something made to sell playsets and for little little kids. It’s cute but it’s not as good as Supercute Adventures. (Skip) *Raw, no dialogue*

Sweet Moments with Hello Kitty: Very short minute long webisodes of Kitty doing day to day stuff. It’s cute. Nothing special. (Alright) *Raw, no dialogue*

Kuromi’s Pretty Journey: Kuromi returns in her own series along with her BFF Baku and she’s traveling the globe with new friends in toe to try and find her long lost sister Romina. It’s a short series you can watch in like an hour and it’s thankfully officially subbed! (EXTREMELY EXCELLENT!) *Subbed*

Cinnamon Anime Da Mon: A series of youtube shorts featuring Cinnamon and his friends in their day to day. It has the animated debut of Cinnamon’s cat, Shirotaro. Currently as of writing there are about 45 episodes with more being added every few days. Recommended for any Cinnamoroll fan! (EXTREMELY EXCELLENT!) *Raw*

Beatcats Nekosta: This is kinda iffy to put on here, but the youtube description says it’s a short anime so I might as well. Nekosta is essentially a vlog-ish kind of anime for Beatcats and they answer questions and go into detail about their history. Animation wise, it’s really just them sitting down and talking and most of the animation is just tweens so it’s not THAT exciting. It definitely could use some subs since I’m not that great at Japanese yet. Currently there’s about 8 episodes with possibly more being made soon. (Alright, would only really recommend if you’re a Beatcats fan) *Raw*

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Uh yeah, I can’t write. Enjoy a shitty long post that’ll be updated eventually when I watch like everything else.

#Mika shushup #Long post #A long long post of dumb Sanrio opinions #Sanrio anime #I'll prolly tag it as that so I remember where it is when I come back to it.

[theeverlastingshade]

A few weeks ago MJ Lenderman returned with a new song called "Rudolph", which is his first new song since his breakthrough 3rd solo LP, Boat Songs. "Rudolph" is another twangy indie rock gem, but the fidelity is a little sharper than the recordings on BS, and the vocals come through a little crisper. Lenderman played all the instruments on "Rudolph" except for the pedal steel (courtesy of Wednesday bandmate Xandy Clemis), and the music exudes a brighter, more fleshed out sound while still retaining his signature, seemingly off the cuff edge.

While Lenderman's solo work is a little woozier and mellow than his guitar playing in Wednesday it's no less expressive, and midway through "Rudolph" he rips a solo that's both melodic and heavier than what we're used to in his solo work. The writing throughout is rich and evocative, with certain lines that compare the titular character to someone he's affectionate for and others that hint at catastrophe "Deleted scenes of Lightning McQueen/Blacked out at full speed". It's another singular vignette with the sort of pleasure and pathos that no one nails quite like MJ Lenderman.

#Youtube

[extrasweetcoffee]

Just got the Heartslabyul manga. I'm pogged~ Gonna ramble about it. (spoilers under the cut)

The manga is doing a stellar job of endearing me to this version of Grim. Like I love this gremlin cat already whereas in the game I was eh about Grim until chapter 4 (and arguably still on the fence about him)

I think the manga trims the fat of the prologue nicely. It’s so refreshing to not have to go through the chandelier and the ghost fight this time around.

Though at the same time they skipped great bits like Deuce throwing Ace and Grim working with MC at Ramshackle.

Ruining the Great Seven statues is treated with greater severity here; worthy of expulsion rather than the window washing in game. On one hand I'm thinking that's overkill when they have magic to clean it anyway whereas you can't easily replace a valuable magestone. But then again everyone stopped to mourn the statues when they were knocked over on Halloween so maybe it's not too out there of a punishment(?) This is an abridged version of the prologue so I guess my expectations are more generous. Catch me on another day and I'll probably think something different.

It’s super cute how Ace and Deuce are already acquainted and on their BS in this retelling. "stop following me >:(" "I'm going to class, idiot >:(" It's great.

They kept the Juice joke, I'm happy.

Riddle plays a bigger part, most certainly because this is about Heartslabyul, but damn he’s serving.

That shoujo as hell shot where Riddle gets tackled to the floor lmaoooo I wouldn't be surprised if people started shipping Riddle and Yuken.

There’s a few funny faces here I’m dying lol look at that scuffed Trey.

Kalim didn’t get burned in this one. Good for him. :D

The way Azul is drawn, he looks like a wine-drinking aunt. I mean, he always does, but the vibes are a lot stronger.

Boy's def got a longer face than his in-game appearance. He looks older in a sense.

Look at Kalim eagerly watching the events awwww.

It’s neat to see how the mirror hall is supposed to look. I'd always thought it was just a big round room, but here its layout is similar to a church. Makes sense because of the coffin motif.

Idia wearing his robes even in his room is a nice touch (calling back to his ceremonial robes vignette)

Yuken is hella huge holy shit. I heard he was built but seeing it in person is something else lol

IDT they mentioned Malleus by name at all like the game prologue did (and Lilia didn’t appear either). So you see the panels of him earlier in the book and like oooh whos' that???

Overall the housewardens presence at the ceremony is less pronounced. Vil and Idia only said like one line each lol I kinda forgot they were there. I guess that's the trade-off for having Cater and Trey being introduced this early.

Crowley: "You're the protagonist." Yuken: "I got kendo, dawg. No I ain't".

Yuken is such a based protagonist I love him. Just happily rooms with ghosts and accept the janitor job like it’s nothing.

I like how they gave that one dude his own character card in the beginning as if it was going to mean anything. Nice subversion lol

I wonder how confusing it would be to find this manga on a bookshelf or online with no prior knowledge of TWST, looking it up and learning it’s a whole ass gacha game that’s currently on its 7th chapter (chapter 6 for the localized versions) and there’s a bunch of side stories and stuff. Because the book doesn’t say anything like “adapted from the game of the same title” or something.

Ok, they kinda do, but it’s in the blurb by the storyboard artist.

Deuce is great, I don't remember if he took this much initiative in the game (then again, it's been a year since I went through the prologue).

Ace is also less of a lil' shit in this version. He's pretty chill all things considered.

Yuken’s just carrying Deuce like a bag of flour lol

Holy shit Riddle’s here. CANON DIVERSION MY BELOVED. Oh and Trey and Cater are there too lol

YOU FUCKERS MISSED GLEE CLUB PRACTICE. You're gonna lose at nationals.

Dawg, who's the narc that told Riddle about the hedgehog sneezing? Like bro could've said nothing and saved everyone the headache.

Cater and Trey look hella good in this panel at least.

Hell yeah model sheets.

Yana Toboso drew Yuken’s character sheet. That's neat.

#not going to tag this as anything since this is just me screaming at the heavens and geeking out

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

C!Disctober Prompts

by bones_baubles

From last year, I've dug into the ancient archives of horrible BS and found this.

Exploring the different relationships between C!Dream and C!Tommy, and how it influenced them both- for better, rarely, and for worst, mostly.

Follows canon sometimes and sometimes it doesn't :)

READ THE TAGS, THEY CONTAIN CONTENT WARNINGS PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF

Words: 767, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP, Video Blogging RPF, Warriors - Erin Hunter

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: Other

Characters: Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Cara | CaptainPuffy, Clementine the Moth (Dream SMP)

Relationships: Clay | Dream & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, TommyInnit & Captain Puffy

Additional Tags: POV First Person, POV Third Person, POV Second Person, Animal Death, Blood and Gore, Horror, Swearing, like wow there's a lot dang, Hypothermia, Child Abuse, TommyInnit Has PTSD (Video Blogging RPF), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, It's Not Paranoia If They're Really Out To Get You, Paranoia, Panic Attacks, Scarring, Bones is a furry get the holy water and grass, not pogchamp things occur, Betrayal, Suicidal Thoughts, Guilty Conscious, did i mention the murder, Implied/Referenced Suicide, no friends house empty, no beta we die like l'manberg, I Wrote This In School, My First Fanfic, Vignette

#ao3feed #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #crimeboys #crime boys #crimebois #crime bois #mcyt #This is an automated process #If you see any fic that breaks boundaries #or the fic is yours and you don't want it shared send an ask #it will be looked at and removed if need be

[kaetiesmindpalace]

I feel like I need to like slam my head with a locker door or something. Writing my thesis/editing it is making me so frustrated. The notes my first reader gives me half the time make no sense like saying “explain this” when literally the next sentence does just that. Or the words literally state it exactly. She put question marks regarding “straight passing” and wanted an explanation. Like, can you not read? Straight passing is literally appearing like a heterosexual couple, there isn’t much I can do to reword it or explain it without it being redundant. She then started claiming “didn’t this person give you this idea?” Literally no. I was using the terms BEFORE even interviewing that person and had decided to change it, again, BEFORE interviewing them. I’m using narrative inquiry and used a basic definition of it, but somehow that needs more explaining? She deleted parts of my vignettes and told me to focus on theatre when THE ENTIRE THESIS IS ABOUT THE PERFORMING ARTS AND I DO MORE THAN JUST THEATRE.

I swear, someone just shoot me in the temple at this madness. I just want to be done with this BS

#kaetie rambles #thesis #masters degree #i'm done

[levi-txliesiin]

the only explanation for may wearing a shirt w the bi flag colours is bc she wanted to show support of peter, who is bi. thank you for coming to my ted talk.

#out of all the scenes i got most excited during this one #bi peter parker #bisexual peter parker #bisexual #bi #lgbt #may parker #nwh #spider man no way home #spider man nwh #spider man: no way home #nwh spoilers #i think? #not really tho #bi spiderman #biderman #vignette's bs