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cxtangerina · 3 months ago

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k2 is such a funny ship to me, like it's just plausible enough to be kinda sorta realistic if you squint and pray and look at it sideways, not quite a crackship but not able to get off the ground as more than a particularly popular rarepair either. they had, like, one big episode together back in season 3, a handful of major moments over the years that people hold onto with an iron grip, and basically nothing else outside of a plethora of fantastic fancontent and dreams.

i think i like it for the exact opposite reasons that i like kyman, actually, they sorta stand as complementary ships in my mind. where k2 barely has any actual basis in canon & comes heavily from fanworks and speculation about how well the characters would match each other, kyman is practically canonical, at least when it comes to cartman's feelings, and is at least regularly joked about and referenced in-show. personally, i also tend to see k2 as a ship that is kinda miraculously requited, whereas kyman is usually stuck in unrequited hell, which...

...well, this gets into more specific character analysis, but a big part of this is that i tend to see cartman as having very fucked up views of both romance & sexuality that have especially interesting implications when you consider him to have a crush on kyle, specifically.

on the one hand, i think his cupid self is evidence enough that he has a very fairytale, idealized view of romance, based more out of the hollywood movie image of what love is supposed to be rather than anything in reality. south park adults being utter fucking idiots 99% of the time means that most, if not all, of the kids don't have a lot of good role models to base their actions off of. i'm not gonna talk out of my ass about childhood development more than i understand it, but i don't think it's too controversial (?) of a take to claim that kids understand & learn about the world through watching it just as much as interacting with it, particularly when it comes to their own parents.

cartman is a piece of shit, and while a lot of that comes from him and his own bigotry, he's still ultimately a kid in show and you can trace where some of his worst traits originate from in the people around him, even if he makes the personal decision to push it as much as humanly possible. i think the trend in recent seasons for many adults to try and at least appear more pc only makes this more obvious, actually (coughcoughrandy), though talking about that is maybe biting off a little more south park politics than i'm willing to chew for this particular post.

point is, cartman as a character in particular does not have a lot, if anything, to base his idea of what a healthy, happy romantic relationship looks like, which isn't only because liane is single though that may be a major contributing factor. love isn't work to cartman, it isn't about the maintenance of a relationship or communication or all the more realistic and slightly less pleasant parts of loving someone that hollywood doesn't find dramatic or interesting enough to show. rather it's a fantasy, something that happens to people that they have no real control over. i wouldn't be surprised if he believes in soulmates or love at first sight, even if the likelihood of him admitting that out loud isn't especially high.

on the other hand, i think his view of sexuality is greatly influenced by not just liane's sex work, but the way she is slut-shamed and treated like garbage by the rest of the town for it. i tend to view cartman as having a very transactional, cynical view of sex and sexuality, where sex is only used for personal gain (whether that be money or power, likely at the expense of someone else/the submissive party), and sexuality is an inherent character flaw, a weakness that must be overcome unless you are able to twist it and use it for your own (material?) benefit- see the streaming wars & cartman wanting his mom to seduce a rich man for money as a recent example of this.

it's a running gag in TFBW that cartman uses douchebag catching their dad fucking their mom as a tragic backstory, and doesn't seem to understand how reproduction actually works even when kyle basically says it straight to his fucking face. even as a joke, there's still a lot of underlying truth behind why he would believe this. cartman is aware of his mom's sex work, even if he may not want to fully admit/believe it, largely because of situations where he's specifically getting shit for it. he knows he has a father, and that he is (in)directly responsible for said father's horrible death & consumption, but he only really cares about that insofar as it means he's half ginger. sex has only ever been presented through its most vicious power dynamics to him- why would he see it as a good thing, as something that could ever be loving, especially when contrasted against such an idealized, purified view of romance?

(you could also extrapolate from this how cartman associates sexuality & romance with femininity & his brand of sexism to get some particularly delectable transfem cartman ideas, but i digress.)

ANYWAYS. this is all to say that cartman having a crush on kyle (or anyone, really, but kyle is obviously the most emotionally volatile example) instantly pits those two conflicting views against one another, like he wants something that he doesn't even think could ever exist: a happy, healthy romantic relationship, where sex is just a normal thing that they can choose to do or not. this is where a lot of kyman angst comes from for me, with cartman either trying to stuff that round desire back into the square hole of how he views the world, or having his ideals fall ever further apart when the feelings are unrequited. and, on top of that, none of this being actually said out loud because communication is impossible.

this is why i always see kyman as making each other worse, especially if they actually manage to make it into a romantic relationship. i simply Do Not see kyle being a patient enough person to help cartman work through the intricacies of all of his expectations and idealized fantasies and internalized fears surrounding such mutually screwed views of romance & sexuality- on the rare occasions that kyle does show some interest in romantic relationships it's usually pretty centered around himself, and to be frank i only see his interest in romance going down as he gets older.

i've heard some people talk about kyle before like he's the "moral compass" of south park or whatever and while that may be true by the end of the episode, one of the things i like most about him is the fact that he struggles so much to get to the best conclusions. this is kind of getting back into the k2 side of this analysis, but where kenny manages a much more effortless selflessness, even pushing it to the point of being both a strength and a flaw when kenny stops caring about himself for the sake of others, kyle is a lot more self-centered than he cares to admit and it influences a lot of his attempts at being a good person.

this is both my favorite aspect of kyle, that he really has to put in the work to be the good person that he wants to be, and also the primary bad trait that i think cartman brings out of kyle. by being such a notoriously horrible shithead, he gives kyle the perfect target to unleash his annoyance on, getting him so caught up in arguing and proving himself to be the better person that kyle forgets to actually listen to the people that he's supposed to be standing up for. cartman is a fantastic troll and, at least in show, kyle definitely has not learned to stop feeding him argument fodder yet.

sidenote: about kyman entering a romantic relationship... wasn't sure where to add this, but it's for this exact reason that i also see kyman (or this version of kyman where cartman gets worse with age, rather than better) only actually happening in the universes where kyle has lost all other meaningful connections, to the point that feeding a troll to get off on an argument is the best possible option, even if he's old enough to know better. especially if he's old enough to know better.

again, k2 is the opposite of this for me in that i see kyle & kenny as having a lot of potential to bring out the best in each other.

if kyle's worst trait is that he gets too caught up in his own feelings & desires to truly be the good, selfless, thoughtful person that he wants to be to actually do genuine good for the sake of others, kenny's problem is that he skews too far in the opposite direction. i kinda already said this, but to state it outright: kenny's biggest strength and his biggest flaw are the exact same, that he is selfless to a fault, to the point of consistently putting other people's safety and happiness above his own when he thinks it would be of help the majority/the people he loves. this was the key kenny trait that was established by the end of BL&U, and it has only gotten more prominent in the years since with his mysterion persona.

it is in this way that kenny both stands as someone that kyle can look up to & admire for how effortlessly he dedicates himself to the people he cares about the most, but also, simultaneously, as someone that kyle can take care of himself and offer the same help back to. and i don't even think kenny needs to say very much out loud to push kyle towards a lot of these conclusions, he kinda just has to exist and be noticed and kyle has the intelligence to figure it out himself, to recognize the shit that kenny puts himself through and his (usually) quite noble reasons for doing so, and want to offer him the same love and care and dedication that kenny never allows himself to have.

really, the difficult part of this is being noticed at all in the first place. again, i said earlier that k2 is kinda "miraculously requited," in my mind, specifically because the aspect that's missing in the show and almost always must be provided by fan content for k2 is that spark/push forward that gets them close enough to start talking and for kyle to notice kenny in the first place. it's just lucky that's one of my favorite things to figure out and write for those two, hehehe.

#sp k2 #kyman #super long post #tangerina talks #a very casual (long ass) analysis essay but i enjoyed writing this #ik some people like writing a version of cartman that grows in maturity & gets better as he gets older #and that's definitely valid #i just like writing him better when he gets worse LMFAO #this isn't pro-k2 and anti-kyman btw i genuinely really like both ships a lot #this is just my attempt to explore how i see them as opposites #and also figure out what specifically is the most appealing about either ship to me #cxtangerina #fun fact i think the actual most unhealthy relationship would be twyle but that's an argument for another essay ;w;#also no mention of style because. reasons #this shit is long enough i need to write more south park analysis but let's see how people react to this thing first

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lgihtspeed · 5 months ago

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SONG OF THE SUMMER — THE DEBUT EP

SONG OF THE SUMMER is the debut EP of fictional pop group LIGHTSPEED. It was released physically and digitally on JUNE 20, 2024 by C ENTERTAINMENT. The group promoted title track LEFT RIGHT for four weeks: two weeks on Korean music shows and two weeks on American television. Their American promotions were followed by live shows in a few of the cities the members are from, including Los Angeles, New York City, and Calgary.

The album covers were designed by ASH. The physical release comes in three versions: SUN, MOON, and STAR.

They also released six member versions of CD-only jewel cases. Shortly after the album’s initial print, they released a limited-edition vinyl, all of which were signed by one or more members.

TRACKLIST

TRACK 001. LEFT RIGHT Written by Ash Jang, Constance Im, Ev Sharpe, LABYRYNTH Composed by LABYRYNTH Arranged by LABYRYNTH

TRACK 002. GOT IT LIKE THAT Written by Ash Jang, Seo Sejun, LABYRYNTH Composed by LABYRYNTH Arranged by LABYRYNTH

TRACK 003. HAMSTERBOY Written by Constance Im, RHYTHMAGIC Composed by RHYTHMAGIC Arranged by RHYTHMAGIC

TRACK 004. BUZZING MELODIES Written by Seo Sejun, Constance Im, Ash Jang Composed by RHYTHMAGIC Arranged by RHYTHMAGIC

With lyrics entirely in English, most of the songwriting is done by the group members rather than their Korean producers. CONSTANCE and ASH quickly emerged as the group's most prolific songwriters. Production was done by C Entertainment’s new in-house producer duo RHYTHMAGIC and by elusive producer LABYRYNTH, best known for his work with Lightspeed’s label mate, SEJUN. To fans’ surprise, Sejun also made a few appearances as a lyricist, keeping with his tendencies to write songs for everyone except himself.

STATS

13:01 — TOTAL RUNTIME

20M — MV VIEWS IN 24 HOURS

90 — BILLBOARD HOT 100 PEAK

8 — THEMED DANCE PRACTICES

LOOK BOOK

The era’s styling was entirely in shades of black and white and gray. The outfits were inspired by TECHWEAR—coincidentally one of the many themed dance practices—as well as the CYBERCORE and Y2K FUTURISM aesthetics.

HIGHLIGHTS

They were clowned to hell and back for the album title. They also made a disgusting number of “Did I just write the song of the summer?” TikToks, which did not help their case. The only one that went viral was the one of Ev deadpanning the script alongside his signature stiff peace sign ending fairy pose.

The music was well-received and that made the title slightly less egregious. Then Tyler and Mia went on the record and said they didn’t like it and everyone went back to clowning it.

The division between the people with more media training (Violet and Mia) and the people with less media training (everyone else) became obvious very early on.

There were three not-quite-but-almost-there PR disasters. The first happened not long after their debut: Tyler finally deactivated his controversial Twitter account. He probably should have stopped tweeting after he passed the first IGNITE! audition but he didn’t. The fan response was split between those who supported this decision, because idols shouldn’t be tweeting shit about their peers, and those who thought maybe it’s time an idol got to talk his shit. Three days after his account was deactivated, it was reactivated again, causing, in the nicest way possible, a shitstorm on Luminosity Twitter. C Entertainment finally did a bit of damage control by releasing a statement saying that multiple people had access to the account, which no one believed.

The second one occurred during a DIY karaoke livestream where Constance was taking song suggestions from the audience and someone asked for a boy group song. She singled out the commenter, and took a leaf out of Violet’s book by responding she “couldn’t care less about boy groups” and anyway, the people in her stream should just “listen to Lightspeed instead of men.” Never mind that there are men in Lightspeed.

The third and final close call happened in an off-handed comment Ash made. While they were discussing their favorite and least favorite moments from IGNITE!, he remarked about how poor of a representation their profile pictures were. Having recently re-edited and posted his pictures to Instagram, he had to keep going and mention that ever since he graduated from college, he doesn’t have access to legal Adobe products. Everyone else sat in silence after he revealed that until Violet forced the conversation to move along.

They filmed a dorm tour that went viral because their dorm is a house. With six bedrooms and two kitchens and a second floor. In Seoul.

Between the two centers, Mia was clearly the favored one. She was the center of every chorus and the center of every OT6 photo and styled slightly differently from the rest of the group.

Ev’s songwriting credit on “Left Right” came from a competition the group members minus Ash and Constance held to write the second verse of the song. To almost everyone’s surprise, Ev won. He was the only person unsurprised, revealing that his university major prior to IGNITE! was English Literature.

The “Left Right” line distribution was surprisingly bad. Constance, Mia, and Tyler sang most of the song, and the rest of them were left with crumbs. #LetEvSing trended on Twitter after their album release, especially because he wrote part of the song.

SHIP RANKINGS

ASH X TYLER (ASHLER) — One of the most popular ships from IGNITE! for their past friendship. Every single publicly available pre-IGNITE! interaction—all five of them—are also subject to intense scrutinization. Haters will say they can't possibly be dating because they dap each other up too much.

MIA X TYLER (MYLER) — The two centers! They were paired together for everything. Their shared dance break in a “Left Right” special performance had a ridiculous amount of chemistry, and then they covered Trouble Maker’s “Trouble Maker.” Absolutely no moving on from that.

CONSTANCE X MIA (CONIA) — According to their shippers, Constance doesn’t look at the Mia in the same way she looks at everyone else. The evidence is in clips of the two of them making eye contact slowed down to 0.5x speed. Also, they were roommates for the entire last half of IGNITE! (Oh my god, they were roommates.)

ASH X CONSTANCE (ASHSTANCE) — They wrote almost every song together, but more importantly, in vlogs showing off the time they spent in New York, the two of them sat next to each other in every restaurant they ate at. Their alternate ship name is Cash.

TYLER X VIOLET (TYLET) — Similar to the above pairing, Tyler acts in a noticeably different way with Violet than everyone else. He’s usually easygoing and quick to laugh with everyone else—especially Mia—but he froze up in all of the one solo conversation he had on camera with Violet. Which is clearly enough to make a ship.

#AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT — DISCOGRAPHY.#AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT — DEVELOPMENT.#fictional idol community #kpop addition #idol oc #kpop au #kpop oc

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christinescupofcoffee · 30 days ago

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one of my 9 wips — Quarter After Twelve

the other 8:

started — September 2024 | genre — science fiction | pov — rotating/rashomon style (Andy and Zero’s accounts are 1st person; the other three perspectives are 3rd person) | status — first draft | currently — writing! | themes — satire, grief, illness, death, homophobia, antisemitism, misandry, dysfunctional relationships, human trafficking, sexual violence, science gone horribly wrong

blurb | A boy on the run from a terror group while looking for his mother and grandparents. A group of kids find themselves with the corpse of a banker. A girl being a comfort to her best friend who just underwent surgery. A man staring down the shadow of death turning away from his relationship to live his life. A couple meeting a woman who is just a little “too nice.” And the world is brought to a standstill following a massive solar storm.

All of this happened at a quarter after twelve.

excerpt | “I swore that the flashes in the sky would be the thing to protect me from their watching eyes. The aurora blanketed the sky in a veil of orange and pink which made me think of rainbow sherbet, but I had never been in much of a mood to eat at all since the attacks happened. Granted, I had to stop to eat every now and again, and the light show proved to me such was the case.

I had one goal on my mind: find my mother and make the return trip to New York. There was the opportunity to return to Israel where she and my dad hailed from, but I had been born in New York, I only had about ten dollars and fifteen cents in my pocket, and I knew nowhere else to go in such a time.

You would see the tall wiry boy down on the corner with the brim of his hat tipped down low and so you hopefully better not view him as suspicious at all. He stayed posted up by the corner shop with his hands tucked into his pockets and the sides of his arms to protect the delicate flesh of his slightly rounded childhood tummy; the longest black curls in all the land, like streams of ink against cold water, save for a tiny plume of filmy gray hair at the crown as if it acted as his crown jewel. The boy was stranded down in Miami, and yet he dressed himself as if he had wound up in the Great Lakes instead.

That boy was me.

note: by request! And my first original fiction since january 2019 when, frustrated with how no one I knew was reading the story I was writing back then, I tossed it and ventured into fanfic for five years. Almost immediately, I was an outcast because I’ve done enough original fiction that… that’s just how I approach fanfic. I feel that it doesn’t have to be trashy or cheap, like you can doll it up and make it intelligent as well as sexual or sensual or what have you. But that just went right over everyone’s heads.

Then, a betrayal, a plagiarism debacle, several controversies involving toxic fans, and all manner of things that really had nothing to do with me, I found myself in a much smaller (read: virtually nonexistent) fandom and made a bunch of content—and I mean a bunch, like I really fell in love with these guys (and I still do, as you will see once I introduce you all to those fanfics). Then this year, one of those “forgettable but will always remember” type of years, I started branching out into other fandoms that I like, and then last month, I remembered how much I loved doing original fiction because the sky is absolutely the limit here.

#current wip #my wips #writing community #writeblr #writing wip #original fiction #original series #original story #quarter after twelve #science fiction #mine

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mwplanet · 2 years ago

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Win or His Loss?

Inside the controversies surrounding Drake and 21 Savage’s latest album, “Her Loss”

By Karissa Cruz

Cover of “Her Loss”

Photo via Spotify

Amidst the release of Drake and 21 Savage’s new album, several controversies have arisen between Drake, Vogue Magazine and other artists. Several artists are said to have been disrespected and thrown shade at throughout the chart-topping album, “Her Loss”. Artists like Megan Thee Stallion have fallen victim to the controversies surrounding the Torontonian artist's brand-new release. In addition to Drake receiving backlash for his shots at other artists, Vogue Magazine also filed a lawsuit against him and 21 Savage for their fake Vogue promotion poster. Despite the growing arguments with regards to the integrity of the album occurring on social media platforms, the album’s rapid success has evidently continued to overpower.

November 4, 2022, marked the release of Drake and 21 Savage’s brand new collaboration, “Her Loss”. Streaming on all listening platforms, the love rap album features several themes - women, partying, misogyny, and money. Merely minutes following the release, multiple songs from the album blew up on TikTok, Twitter and Instagram. Over 70k creators from all around the world have recorded themselves lip-synching to songs like “Rich Flex”, comedically mimicking how they think Drake and 21 Savage must’ve looked whilst recording in the studio. However, the success of the album is not solely due to the catchiness of certain songs, in fact, its success is primarily the result of the gossip associated with its lyrics and covert references.

Within minutes of the release of “Her Loss”, Drake and 21 Savage set gossip sites and pop culture news aflame due to references ranging from Serena William’s husband, Alexis Ohanian, to old quarrels within the rap industry, to an insult towards Megan Thee Stallion’s foot injury caused by Tory Lanez.

Back in 2015 before Ohanian and Williams were together, Drake and Williams were exclusively dating. They broke up in 2015, and she later started seeing Ohanian in May of that same year. When she married Ohanian in 2017, Drake began to throw bitter shots at the couple. In “Her Loss”, specifically “Middle of the Ocean” at 3:35, Drake calls out the Reddit founder in the lyrics; "Sidebar, Serena, your husband a groupie; He claim we don't got a problem but; No, boo, it is like you comin' for sushi". Ohanian responds to the subtle diss in his tweet, saying, "The reason I stay winning is because I'm relentless about being the absolute best at whatever I do - including being the best groupie for my wife & daughter." This is not the first time that Drake has made subtly bitter comments towards Williams in his songs. He previously insulted the Olympian’s tennis career, claiming that he could beat her in a match in his 2013 track, “Worst Behavior”.

Despite the disrespectful nature of the rapper’s lyrics, the jab at Ohanian and Williams’ relationship was not the main issue that occupies pop culture websites and gossip columns nowadays. Rather, Drake’s controversial covert remark towards Megan Thee Stallion, whose foot was allegedly shot by Tory Lanez back in 2020, has taken the spotlight. The rapper, Tory Lanez, is currently facing “one count of assault with a semiautomatic firearm and one count of carrying a loaded, concealed firearm in a vehicle”, according to a statement made by the Los Angeles County District Attorney’s Office. According to police reports, Tory was having an argument with a woman - identified as “Megan P” in a criminal complaint - in a SUV on July 12. As the woman exited the car, she was shot multiple times in the foot. Megan Thee Stallion, formally known as Megan Jovon Ruth Pete talked about the car incident during an Instagram Live on her verified account. She later posted a photo of her wound, which was deleted slightly after. In October 2020, legal authorities charged the rapper with felony assault, but he pleaded not guilty the following month. He is currently placed under house arrest as he waits for his trial after allegedly shooting Megan and assaulting the singer August Alsina in August 2022. If convicted, Lanez faces a maximum sentence of roughly 23 years. Amidst the allegations made against Tory Lanez and Megan’s public complaints, Drake threw his own shot at Megan through his lyrics in his new album, specifically in his song “Circo Loco”; “This b---h lie 'bout getting shots, but she still a stallion.” The singer responded to the underhanded insult on Twitter. She called Drake “lame”, and claimed that such conspiracy theories were weak and that they lacked proper facts or receipts. Artists like Sweetest Pie and other listeners shared their distaste for Drake’s biased lyrics against Megan.

Like previous tracks, Drake’s songs have a history of calling out people who he feels have wronged him through his lyrics. Evidently, the success of his collaborative album with 21 Savage is not solely due to its acquired traction and fame on social media platforms like TikTok, but a large part of it is the controversies surrounding the lyrical references themselves. His album is no doubt a fan favourite, but the issues that it set aflame have definitely caused a divide amongst his supporters and supporters of those he covertly mentioned in his music.

#wact #karissa cruz #mary ward planet #mary ward #drake #megan thee stallion #21 savage #her loss controversy

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my-music-1460 · 2 months ago

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From Talk Shows to Comedy: The Top iHeart Radio Channels You Should Be Tuning Into

With the ever-expanding world of digital streaming, iHeart Radio has become one of the most popular platforms for discovering a wide variety of content. From talk shows to comedy, news, lifestyle, and even niche podcasts, iHeart Radio caters to every listener's taste. Whether you're looking for something thought-provoking, hilarious, or informative, there's no shortage of options on this platform. One of the reasons why iHeart Radio has managed to capture such a broad audience is its unique ability to deliver content that’s both high quality and diverse. As radio has evolved from traditional AM/FM formats to streaming services like iHeart Radio, listeners have more choices than ever before.

iHeart Radio isn't just a place to stream music; it’s a gateway to some of the best talk shows and comedy programs available today. With exclusive content, well-known hosts, and a user-friendly interface, iHeart Radio continues to solidify itself as a top platform for audio entertainment. So whether you're new to iHeart Radio or a seasoned listener, this guide will help you discover the top channels you should be tuning into. If you’re ready to explore a vast world of audio content, iHeart Radio is your destination for variety and entertainment.

The Best Talk Shows on iHeart Radio

1. The Breakfast Club

When it comes to popular morning shows, The Breakfast Club has been a staple in the radio world for years. Hosted by DJ Envy, Angela Yee, and Charlamagne tha God, this show blends interviews, news, music, and entertainment into a format that feels both informative and entertaining. The hosts aren’t afraid to tackle controversial topics, making the show a space for honest conversations. You can catch their interviews with some of the biggest celebrities, political figures, and musicians on iHeart Radio.

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This show is perfect for curious minds who love to learn something new every day. Stuff You Should Know covers everything from science, history, and technology to random trivia you didn’t even know you wanted to learn. Hosts Josh and Chuck take deep dives into topics like "How Nuclear Power Works" and "The Strange History of Ballet." The laid-back, informative nature of the show has made it a fan favorite, and you can find every episode easily accessible on iHeart Radio.

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1. The Joe Rogan Experience

While Joe Rogan is primarily known for his podcast, his episodes often cross into the world of comedy. Mixing humor with interviews, Rogan’s show touches on everything from politics and conspiracy theories to MMA and current events. The unfiltered nature of the podcast often leads to viral moments, and with its vast library of content, you’ll never run out of episodes to listen to on iHeart Radio.

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Legendary late-night host Conan O'Brien brings his quick wit and humor to iHeart Radio in this hilarious podcast. Conan O'Brien Needs a Friend takes a slightly different approach by focusing on Conan's search for genuine friendships among his celebrity guests. The light-hearted tone and constant comedic moments make this one of the best comedy channels on iHeart Radio. Plus, the guest list is always top-notch, featuring names like Michelle Obama, Will Ferrell, and Bill Hader.

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Top Niche and Lifestyle Channels

1. The Dave Ramsey Show

Financial guru Dave Ramsey’s advice is essential listening for anyone who wants to improve their financial literacy. With a focus on budgeting, getting out of debt, and investing, The Dave Ramsey Show is an excellent resource for people of all financial backgrounds. Ramsey’s no-nonsense, tough-love approach makes his advice effective, and with thousands of archived episodes, there's always something new to learn. The show’s popularity on iHeart Radio speaks to the demand for practical, actionable financial advice.

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3. Call Your Girlfriend

For a modern feminist perspective, Call Your Girlfriend features conversations between best friends Aminatou Sow and Ann Friedman. They tackle everything from pop culture to politics with an unapologetic lens, and their friendship adds an intimate, personal touch to each episode. This show is ideal for women who are looking for a podcast that feels like a conversation with close friends.

Why iHeart Radio Stands Out

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From talk shows that cover everything from current events to self-improvement, to comedy channels guaranteed to make you laugh out loud, iHeart Radio offers a range of audio content unmatched by other streaming platforms. Whether you're seeking humor, knowledge, or personal growth, iHeart Radio ensures that its listeners have access to the very best in audio entertainment. Its wide selection of channels makes it easy for everyone to find content that fits their preferences, ensuring endless hours of enjoyment. As the platform continues to grow and diversify, iHeart Radio remains a top destination for anyone looking for high-quality, on-demand audio content.

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out-of-heaven-and-hell · 3 months ago

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OOC: Given that Hazbin really has established that Heaven committed genocides of millions each year, I really do not think there's any positive portrayal of the ALL-KNOWING, ALL-POWERFUL GOD AND CREATOR OF ALL THAT IS GOOD that can come out of this

Having God or Jesus make a cameo to tell a character "You did something wrong and here's how you fix it" is one thing. Having God either be complicit in genocide, somehow unable to keep his angels in line or be prejudiced towards any group is a rather controversial take (to put it mildly). No matter which way Vivzie might explain the role of God in the hypocrisy and cruelty of Heaven, she's going to be making a statement that nobody will like

"God ordered the exterminations" would mean "God is cruel, God hates you" (which in the context of so many LGBT+ sinners, ISN'T A GOOD LOOK)

"God went off somewhere and left Sera in charge" would mean "God has abandoned us, God is negligent" (which would be rather problematic to say aloud, much less on a major streaming platform)

"God had zero idea any of this was going on and people hid the truth from him" would mean "God is not all-knowing, God is blind to what is evil, God is fallible" (which would have God being the exact opposite of what he's believed to be)

It's like the trick question of "Can God create a stone so heavy that he cannot lift it up?". If you say "No", then you're calling into question God's ability to create anything. If you say "Yes", then you're calling into question God's power to shape reality. There is no satisfactory answer that you can give because no matter what, you're claiming God isn't all-powerful

Everything would go much more swimmingly if THE God (with a capital G) just wasn't in Helluva/Hazbin. Vivzie could have Heaven be a oligarchy of elder angels dictating how Heaven as a society works and what their involvement on Earth is, which would have clear parallels to real life that people could connect with and take inspiration from. Having the redemption of Heaven and reformation of Hell be a lengthy process with slip-ups would make a much more compelling story than "Charlie met God and convinced/defeated him, which fixed everything"

Also imagine how ridiculous it would be if the Hazbin series finale involved a literal boss fight between Charlie & The Gang and God. Imagine how ridiculous it would be if Charlie mimicked Steven Universe's finale (in which he gets the Supreme Leader who did highly unethical things akin to war crimes to apologize and "Be Nice to People")

OKAY LETS TAKE THIS BIT BY BIT

First of all, I just disagree.

Supernatural has taken the route of "God left the angels in charge" it's not a new idea and has been done before, and it can work within a story. Honestly it seems like there's a very false assumption that God has to be objectively good or evil, I mean from what I can remember from the bible verses I were fed there was a lot of inherent contradiction to begin with. "God loves you!" immediately followed by how God will damn others to an afterlife of torment for being ever so slightly horny

God is God. I can buy the idea that we might not fully understand them as mortals who live mortal lives or that a being who can't be challenged by anyone has a questionable sense of morality. Now admittedly Viv isn't very subtle about which characters are good or evil, but I mean Sera has been portrayed with a sense of ambiguous morality why not God? You can argue God is supposed to be good, but so is heaven and they're deadass the main problem of Hazbin Hotel. The villains are literally angels. The hero is the Antichrist.

And Imma be real. I just don't see the problem of why God has to represent the biblical version 100%. Why is it a bad thing to have god not be all knowing and all powerful? I don't remember any source saying Beelzebub was a party girl that sounded like Kesha or that Mammon was a clown and people have taken creative liberty with God before. Good Omens made God a woman (which yes people did complain about) but also made her a passive observer and showed her in a far more positive light in general.

Viv has always done her own thing with these characters, I doubt Stolas being a fruity twink, Lucifer being a misunderstood man with depression, and again Adam the fuck boy Adam is all accurate to their biblical counterparts. I don't think it's an unvalid assumption that if she does add God as a character it'll be very different from what we know about God.

Now God being prejudiced is a whole different can of worms and I've talked in great length about how I don't like the whole "Heaven is homophobic narrative" because it does remove a lot of fun debate about the shows premise. Sinners being redeemed. It opens all the fun debate such as "What sins can be forgiven? What qualifies as a sinner officially ascending? What it the journey like to repenting?" which all gets flushed down the drain the moment you say "They're in hell because their gay"

Which Viv has gone on record of saying that being queer isn't a sin and if that truly was the case, I think it would have been brought up when Angel Dust the openly gay man was brought up in terms of redeeming him. Lute does have that whole "your love is vile" comment but that could be interpreted as her not liking Charlie and Vaggie because one is an angel and the other a devil. Also Viv said Pentious was bisexual at one point (i think) and he's redeemed. So clearly the fact that the majority of sinners are queer is coincidence not an indication that queerness is in anyway sinful. (Though not everyone will see it like that)

Finally, I will agree that the final boss being God vs The main cast is a little silly, but again that's going off the assumption God will either appear as a villain or misunderstood hero coming to save them last second. For example if God is portrayed as being an indifferent and morally grey figure? Maybe Charlie seeks out God's help but they refuse to give it, meaning Charlie has to rely on her own merits. There are many ways to take the story with God being involved, it doesn't HAVE to be Charlie redeeming God via the power of friendship.

And I have the hot take that God being absent completely raises more questions than answers, as how the fuck where the angels created in the first place, how does everything work if the angels themselves make the rules and not God? If the angels themselves have no idea what qualifies as a person as a winner then why is Pentious redeemed in the first place with no intervention from any of them? Is the explanation just shit happens? I think having a divine creator in some form would at least clear some things up

Also I don't think the whole "you have to fight for sinners to redeem themselves" is kinda done, we know a sinner can be redeemed. I imagine the plot will progress from there, but like even if God does appear I don't think she'll have to convince them to redeem sinners cause it's already happening unless God arrives and it like "No fuck you go back" (WHICH I DOUBT), I'm not saying having God in the story would be an instantly good idea but I'm not saying it's inherently a bad one either.

#⛦ ⥗ 𝐎𝐎𝐂 // ❝That odd space between heaven and hell❞#⛦ ⥗ 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒 // ❝Wandering souls❞#long post tw #ask to tag

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The Influence of NFTs and Blockchain on Digital Art

Non-Fungible Tokens (NFTs) and blockchain technology have brought about a significant transformation in the digital art world, offering artists new ways to create, authenticate, and monetize their work. Among the most notable examples of artists leveraging this technology are Beeple and Ben Mauro, whose successes have highlighted both the potential and the complexities of NFTs in the art industry.

This is relevant to my work because NFT's could be something I create in the future, furthermore I could be working for a game company that is utilizing these technologies, thus it is important to understand how they work and look at examples of other artists and how they've used them. In the examples above, both Mauro and Beeple have utilised this technology to gain extreme amounts of capitol.

What are NFTs, and How Are They Changing the Landscape of Digital Art?

NFTs are unique digital assets that use blockchain technology to verify ownership and authenticity. This innovation has fundamentally changed the way digital art is valued and traded. Beeple, also known as Mike Winkelmann, made headlines in 2021 when his digital artwork "Everydays: The First 5000 Days" was sold as an NFT for a staggering $69.3 million at Christie’s auction house. This sale underscored the immense potential of NFTs to transform digital art into a lucrative market, where digital creations can be bought, sold, and owned like physical assets (Cointelegraph, 2021).

The Potential for Concept Artists to Monetize Their Work Through NFTs

For concept artists, NFTs offer a groundbreaking opportunity to monetize their work. Ben Mauro, a well-known concept artist in the gaming and film industries, successfully sold his "Evolution" series as NFTs, generating $2 million in just seven minutes. Mauro’s experience highlights the viability of NFTs as a new revenue stream for digital artists, allowing them to reach global audiences and retain control over their work in ways that traditional methods do not (Decrypt, 2021).

Challenges and Controversies Surrounding NFTs in the Art World

Despite these successes, the integration of NFTs into the art world is not without controversy. Critics have raised concerns about the environmental impact of blockchain technology, as well as the speculative nature of the NFT market, which can lead to volatile pricing and market bubbles. Additionally, issues related to copyright and intellectual property remain contentious, as the decentralized nature of blockchain makes enforcement challenging.

I have chosen slightly older references for this blogpost, as these significant events happened during the last financial crypto bull-cycle which took place around 2020-2021. I expect there will be new similar events taking place within the next bull run expected in 2025.

References

Cointelegraph (2021) Beeple NFT Auction Closes at Record-Setting $69.3M. Available at: https://cointelegraph.com/news/beeple-nft-auction-closes-at-record-setting-69-3m (Accessed August 14th 2024)

Decrypt (2021) How a $2 Million NFT Drop Changed Artist Ben Mauro’s Life. Available at: https://decrypt.co/61647/ben-mauro-nft-drop-evolution-interview (Accessed August 14th 2024)

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captainmartinisblog · 5 months ago

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Fosses and Fjordurs

Saturday 15th June 2024 – Isafjordur, Iceland.

Last night, I was so shattered after such a long, not to say slightly disappointing day yesterday, in spite of the gorgeous weather. There was a barbecue poolside in the evening that the others wanted to go to but there was no lobster and the music was such a racket to my ears that I took my leave to watch Mozart’s ‘Magic Flute’ in the Theatre instead, presented on DVD by the Metropolitan Opera.

I’ve not been to a Mozart opera before and it was a bit ‘weird’, I must say. Let’s just say I’m glad I went but I’m just as glad it was ‘free’! I was so dog-tired by this time that my head barely hit the pillow and was asleep. I may not have written-up my Blog but at least I got 7 hours sleep for the first time!

Today we arrived in our last Icelandic port of call on this cruise, Isafjordur, capital of the Western Fjords, with a population of around 2,500. It was founded in the 9th century on the northern trading routes but today, fishing and tourism are its main income. It’s also just a hundred miles from the Arctic Circle with a sub-arctic climate and the mist had rolled-in from the North! Thankfully, it cleared somewhat during the day and it wasn’t that cold really.

We were followed (yet again) by Costa Favolosa but also today by Holland America’s Zuiderdam (2002: 81,769 tons and 2,272 passengers) which anchored and began tendering.

Sister ship to Westerdam and Noordam we were on last year, she’s similar in size and build origin to Costa Favolosa but a bit nicer looking, in my opinion.

While Angie went off to climb up Gongumannafoss Waterfall (that’s the sort of thing she does), Andrew, Sally & I took the less demanding local highlights tour, calling at Bolungarvik a few miles away in an adjacent fjord.

Here we were entertained with some Icelandic songs by a rather nice looking local called Petur.

Beside the fjord on an ancient fishing boat beaching site is the Osvor Maritime Museum, a collection of wooden turf-roofed fishermen’s huts.

The huts are 20th century reproductions and it’s less of a ‘maritime museum’ than it is about dried fish – and the local ‘character’, dressed in traditional fishermen’s oil-skins, seemed only too keen to have his photo taken with the ladies; though thankfully, he wasn’t covered in equally traditional fish oil and whale blubber (because that would have put them off!).

Driving back the other side of Isafjordur, our little excursion stopped at the Bunarfoss Falls in Skutulsfjordur (all these ‘fosses’ and ‘fjordurs’ can be really confusing!) Here we drank ice-cold melt-water from the mountain stream.

I may have mentioned the purple lupins before, when we were on the island of Heimaey but they are everywhere in Iceland, yet they are not endemic. However, they do spread like weeds and are a bit controversial. They were imported as an experiment from Alaska post WWII because it was discovered that they converted the nutrients in the volcanic deposits into ‘proper’ soil and help to reduce landslides – of which there are rather a lot, it seems!

Today’s was, in contrast to yesterday, a nice gentle excursion, made all the more pleasant by our cheery guide (who was a post-grad student from Tottenham, by the way!)

Departing Isafjordur, the cheeriness subsided when there was an ‘urgent announcement’ from Captain Olaf telling us that storm winds are predicted around the entrance to Prince Christian Sound in Greenland and that heavy ice-floes would also make it too dangerous to visit Nanortalik, the next port on our itinerary. It’s those Elves again……

#iceland #isafjordur #viking star #viking cruises #bolungarvik #bunarfoss #skutulsfjordur #osvor maritime museum

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delicrieux · 4 years ago

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 23: PRETTY BOY

emotions run wild when everyone is drunk and hardly coherent. quackity is always loud, but tonight is a full on assault on the senses (the ears, in particular). bretman simps for corpse too much for your liking. rae is happy for once. there’s a confession of love somewhere in there. sister james makes a very good impostor, but that’s old news, the real question is who gave you a knife? a new persona emerges that leaves the roaches quivering in their boots.

─── corpse husband x reader, a lil bit of everyone x reader (because she’s a queen) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: a lil over 7k.

author’s note: it’s the way i can’t follow a fucking calendar for me. sorry guys, i swear to god i thought i had one more day before thursday . the idiot award goes to me and i accept it with pride. anyway, i was excited to write this for a while! quackity is in mexico, that’s why he drinks, too. my fic, my rules, he’s too funny not to include. im also working on an extra w dream and mr quack so look forward to that, too! hopefully u like this part ily xx and as always lmk wat u think!!

ultimate masterlist. ҉ myso masterlist ҉ previous. ҉ next.

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The outfit for today was picked with care and consideration. Hot, as always- you had forgotten your roots, your hoodie and sweats lay hidden in the bottom of your drawer never to be worn on stream again. You’ve changed. Clout really does that to people. Some viewers, naturally, find your hotness near insulting: how dare you rub your beauty in their faces, and so unabashedly, too?! If only you had a twinge of self-awareness, perhaps you would tone it down. But you don’t, and whether that’s by choice or not is the mystery the whole internet tries to solve (ARMY has been working diligently, and you admire their effort, though in the end their tireless labor brings no tangible results).

You went from hot to hotter. In all truth, the fires eating away at California can be blamed on you. You carry this burden in stride, in your platform overpriced shoes some girl scammed you on Depop with, in your fishnets, in your skirt, in your corset, in your rings and necklaces and chains. You woke up today and chose violence. Decided your existence will be a plague to the rest of the populace, and meant it (that, maybe, you took inspiration from a certain faceless Youtuber that so happens to be your boyfriend or whatever). You feel powerful. Like you could step on the world and the world would let you. You decide that it’s the way it should always be.

The smile on your lips informs of nothing good to your quaint, small audience of 40k. You change the lighting in your room from the soft cherry blossom pink to menacing violet. As fitting for a villain.

Perhaps California’s hellish sun has finally purged you of your bubbly, docile nature (arguably, you had never possessed it to begin with); perhaps it’s the forth mimosa you’re mixing as people slowly trickle into the lobby. Who knows?! Not you, definitely. What do all of those boring dead white European philosophers say? Embrace the unknown? Cheers, you’ll drink to that.

In stark contrast to your appearance, your room is a fucking mess. A war-zone of epic anime scale. Everything is scattered, well, everywhere. A perfect representation on what’s going on in your mind, always. You don’t like how people focus on your surroundings-- you’re the main attraction, hello? Are you not enough to sustain them? Must they beg for more?! Totally ungrateful. You shake your head in disappointment, as if a mother scolding her children.

noooooo! mom pls forgive me i will never ask abt anything ever again T_T

yall looking at the room? lol couldnt be me

feels like im five and my mum just told me i cant eat a pretty rock i found on the pavement:(

You can’t contain your sly grin. Eyes twinkle with a purplish hue, appearing all the more menacing. You tricked them once again, oh how absolutely evil of you. In your blind delight you accidentally spill champagne on your lap.

“-Oop, fuck.” You snort.

why does she sound like goofy

The scandalous drunk Among Us stream is about to start. You had been eerily silent through the greetings, and those that chose to approach you were met with a cold shoulder and minimal replies. All on purpose, of course. You wish to plant a seed of unease within them, and so far, it’s working. There are questions unanswered, jokes unsaid, Quackity unteased. It breaks your heart, but it must be done. You look into the camera, all vulnerable and devout, as if to say: I’m doing this for you, all for you.

pack it up yandere simulator

idk whats going on but i think im into it?

villain arc villain arc villain aRC VILLAIN ARC

“Hey, guys,” Corpse’s voices rings in your headphones, and not a blink later his astronaut appears in the lobby in a cloud of smoke, “Hi, Y/n.”

More sharp, excited hellos follow after. You merely hum, though give no further reply. As Corpse strays to your side, Charlie steps in in front of him, “BDA access only. You have a permit, bitch?”

“Y/n is being quiet-she’s being quiet, guys!” Quackity helpfully informs, as if the rest failed to notice your cryptic silence, “Don’t be sad Corpse, man, Corpse don’t be-she didn’t say shit to me either.”

“Y/n has decided to not waste her breath on the SDS.” Charlie voices, “And you know what? I actually agree with her for once.”

“SD-what now?” Dream questions.

“The Small Dick Society.” Charlie explains, noting Dream’s whine of protest, “Oh no, don’t give me that shit, weren’t you bitching about not being invited and not belonging to exclusive clubs? Congratulations, you’re finally part of one.”

“Wait!” Quackity interjects, “Am I part of it too?”

“Guess, Sherlock.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Corpse says. You nod to your audience, like he just spoke the God honest truth, and follow in his example. Your tentative sip unexpectedly turns into a greedy gulp, but you’re not complaining. The only slightly coherent thought that rings in your mind is drink tasty.

“Ignore them,” Rae chimes, “Y/n’s probably plotting something and using Charlie as a cover up.”

“I’d never.” The words slip past your lips before you can stop them.

“Well you sure are very quick to deny it.” You can hear her smirking, can hear the proud lilt in her voice, like she caught onto your silly little scheme, like she has you all figured out. Your eyes narrow dangerously. The night behind your window pools dark, with far away city lights glimmering before they, too, seem to dim.

Your roommate is back on your shitlist. How her name was missed among the rest.

“I’m defending my honor.” You yelp, the playfulness back in your voice along with your sunny smile, “I can’t have my wifey slandering me online. At least do it in private, geez.”

If Rae’s such a good detective, you’ll give her a good chase. Perhaps you’ve been laying it on too thick. Made her too suspicious. She can’t out you yet--not when your plans are so grand, so fun. It would be a waste.

“Why weren’t you saying anything then?” Quackity questions.

“Do I need a reason not wanting to talk to you?” You shoot back. Your friends laugh and he tries to shriek something past their cackle. You lean back into your chair, the tension from Rae’s confrontation finally easing. You wink at the camera and bring a finger to your lips. The roaches swear to secrecy, elated by your wickedness. As appropriate, they spam devil emojis and various renditions of evil hohohos and hehehes. The apple truly does not fall far from the tree. You had raised them well. You raise your glass in solidarity. A few donations fall into your pocket, easily summed up as: make them suffer.

Muting the discord call, you give a single response, “Oh, I intend to.”

i hope this doesn’t awaken something in me

^already too late for me bro

As caught up in wreaking havoc among your viewers as you are, you miss Sykkuno’s entrance, though from what you can tell, Charlie gave a stern warning to back the fuck off to him, too. He’s playing into your plan so beautifully. Truly, you couldn’t do this without him. Back to stalking the chat you go.

Your eyes flicker to the game upon Bretman’s signature drawl and “Hi, daddy.”. You have no time to get offended at Corpse’s sweet “Hi, honey” back, because the next person to join the discord call and the lobby leaves you speechless. You knew, of course, you had been informed of the line-up, but still, you had never expected yourself to be so close to Jomes Chorles himself. You make a weird gesture with your hands, half wave half excited wiggle, as if you’re telling the audience to calm down, when, in fact, it is you that needs calming.

He goes saying his hello’s like doing a public service, name by name, before, lastly, uttering, “Hi, Miss Y/n. Loooove the vids.”

He’s a roach in disguise, who could’ve known?! Your audience is so diverse and unexpected, gosh, you’d shed a tear if the mascara wasn’t so expensive.

“Hi!” You reply with a grin, and it’s genuine this time, a glimmer of your old self, “Hi, I love your videos, too. It’s like, really cool to finally meet you.”

“Oh my God, you too!” Is his enthusiastic reply, “Okay, the energy in the studio today? Love it.”

“Is this all of us?” Quackity asks.

“Sadly.” James says with a note of disappointment.

“HEY!”

“Okay, guys!” Ash chimes, “Let’s do this! Proximity Among Us, round one, go go go!”

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Luck does not shine upon you during the first round- you are stuck as Crew Mate, your life cut short by Bretman who had the audacity to bite your head off. You’re positive Ke$ha wrote her hit single Cannibal about him, and if she didn’t, she definitely had a That’s So Raven moment and predicted it. It’s also insanely suspicious as after you are eliminated he sticks real close to Corpse, feigning innocence (and this is a controversial opinion you do not endorse) better than even you. It wounds your pride, having been picked off so casually, so quickly, and now stuck a ghost you roam the halls of the dying spaceship, lost, confused, heartbroken.

Charlie runs past you, not once even glancing in your direction. “Brother...” You mutter sadly, “Do you not see me here? Do you not feel... the loss of your twin’s heartbeat...?" Damn, these mimosas really are making you emotional. You sniffle and take a sip to calm the storm within you. No rage, just sadness. You are still processing your own tragic demise.

Suddenly, a meeting is called. There’s a horrible red X on your astronaut. You are the only one dead so far, and of course the rest won’t vote out the fucker. How bitterly you sit! With your arms crossed over your chest and your glare sharp enough to cut through glass. Fuck the sad shit, now you’re just angry. At the very least, the second Impostor could’ve given you some company!

“I knew something felt off.” Charlie is first to speak.

“Who the fuck killed Y/n?” Corpse questions, and his voice ignites a whole discussion that lasts much too short. The others skip, having no suspect yet. It’s much too soon to start pointing fingers, but you still feel like they should have at least tried. Pouting, you fix yourself another drink.

“Stop drinking!?” You gasp, exasperated at your chats demands, “I’m dead! What else should I do, the tasks?! Nah, fuck that. I’m done. I’m out. Charlie better employ his fucking detective skills because if the Impostors win, I will literally quit the game--yes I will, no I’m not bullshitting, fucking watch me.”

Thankfully, Bretman was caught venting, and you didn’t have to end the stream prematurely. The second Impostor, your roommate (oh, the betrayal, Rae, how could you?!) was voted out due to Corpse’s suspicion. Victory to the Crew Mates! The game restarts and you find yourself back in the lobby.

“Miss Y/n,” Bretman says, “I am sooo sorry for killing you first, baby. It was just too easy. I couldn’t pass it up.”

Giggling, Quackity chimes, “Sister slaughtered.”

“Oh my God,” James groans, “shut up!”

“Yeah, Y/n.” Charlie speaks, and there’s an accusatory note in his calm voice, “Why the fuck did you allow yourself to be eliminated first? Real noob shit, I expected more of you.”

“HUH?!” You frown, “What’s with the victim blaming?! I literally was doing my task and Bretman snuck up on me. It’s not like I had a weapon to defend myself!”

“You have been avenged,” Corpse states, “and that’s all that matters.”

“Thank you, Corpse!” You say, “At least someone cares.”

“Hey, I helped, too!” Dream pipes up.

“No, you didn’t.” Corpse shoots him down, “I was the only one.”

“You were not--”

“Literally was. Isn’t that right, Sykkuno?”

“Uhhhh-” Sykkuno trails off, “Well, we-we all helped!” You can hear his shy smile, and you just know he’s bobbing his head up and down at this exact moment, “We all helped. Team work!”

“Team work!” The rest echo, save for yourself, Corpse, Charlie, and the two Impostors. Silence speaks more than a thousand words or whatever. You pray to any higher power willing to listen to finally assign you the role of the villain, the one you were born to do.

Sadly, higher powers must have either shitty customer service or are in need of hearing aids, and you almost scream in frustration when your astronaut appears along with the others, the bold CREW MATE title chipping away at your master plan.

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“Hey, Y/n, hey! Hey, Y/n!” Rae finds you in Cafeteria, where you, metaphorically, are eating your feelings. Not that she needs to know, of course. She sounds chipper, a bit ditsy, and that must mean she’s sufficiently tipsy. You store that information for later, and forget about it as soon as you notice Dream and Sykkuno, like her very own personal bodyguards, trailing after her, “Wanna play a game?!”

“Is this Saw?” You inquire, somewhat lazy. You’d be lying if you said the alcohol wasn’t affecting you, it’s just instead of making you bubbly, it makes you mellow. This was supposed to be fun, you were supposed to terrorize everyone and laugh as they perished by your hand, yet here you are, wallowing in self-pity. The roaches start worrying. The donation jingle chimes.

BEATINGS & SLUTATIONS yns_fishnets donated 5$ mom just wait it out & dont worry youll get your vengeance soon lead them on!!!!

Your fishnets have a point!

“Saw?--No, no, haa, no it’s a drinking game.” Dream sounds like he has had one too many rounds of this mysterious game, and naturally, you are intrigued.

“Where we drink!” Sykkuno clarifies. Right, well that explains everything! If you had any questions, you surely have none now.

“Okay, so, name a category, and you have to, like, say a word associated with it...Or something along those lines.” You hadn’t even agreed and Rae is explaining the rules already. She knows you too well. It’s both a blessing and a curse, “Can be anything! Okay, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n start!”

“Uhh--” If only your brain computed as fast as she spoke! “Song lyrics! Wait--who drinks?”

“You fail, you drink!” She hurries, “Choke me like you hate me but you love meeeeee. Syk, go, go go!”

“Uhm, ah, I don’t wanna feel like this, uh, fuck?” He laughs--it’s a raspy, embarrassed little sound, “I don’t...wanna look like this? Dream, now you!”

“Wait, we’re singing Corpse’s songs?”

“Any song!” You urge him quickly, “Hurry! Or drink!”

“She say I kill her cat like I'm Luka Magnotta--”

“Hey! That’s cheating! You can’t use my song!” Rae protest.

“That wasn’t in the rules!” He counters.

“Y/n! Time’s running out!” Sykkuno exclaims.

“Oh, uh, will-will the real Slim Shady please stand up!”

NOT EMINEM WHAT THE FUCK

MOOOM WHT THE HELL THIS ISNT 2008 T_T

“Ra-Ra-Rasputin, Russia’s greatest love machine--”

“All...All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better, uhh, run better run, faster...-faster than my gun?”

“Uhh, shit--fucking hell.” Dream laughs, and Rae practically screams at him to keep going, “Alright! Okay! I’m singing--uh, you’re so golden, na na na na?”

“I tell you what a woman loves most,” You chime gleefully, “it’s a man who can slap but can also stroke.”

finally, the mother mother representation we’ve all been waiting for

i aint exactly gay but i aint exactly not gay >:)

the bis won

“I steal a few breeeeaaaths from the woooorld for a minute--”

“Mitski?!” You question, eyes bulging, “Baby, who hurt you?”

Even if you can’t see her, you know she’s waving her arms around and shaking her head, “Not the point! Sykkuno!”

“Uh, I-I, uhm, I don’t--”

“Drinnnnk!” You all chorus.

“It was a good concert,” You say, “Syk, I’ll drink with you.”

“Thank you, Y/n. That’s very kind of you.” He says softly, with a smile lining his lips. You grin.

“Oh, fine. Everyone, bottoms up!” Rae decides, and no one protest. A moment of silence passes, then, “Well, GG, GG, let’s do some tasks?”

Your enthusiastic Ariana Grande-esque “yuh” is cut short by the second meeting of game two being called. The first one to go had been Ash, voted out during a bathroom break as a joke, and you still feel a bit bad about that. Now, you notice Charlie has been eliminated. A sense of righteousness fills you--while you mourn for your brother from another mother and father and family tree, you feel like this is divine punishment for slandering you before the start of this round. Karma. Nothing much is discussed, and the meeting ends shortly with everyone skipping.

You spend a good ten minutes wandering around with Dream, who’s mission appears to be convincing you to join his Minecraft server, and really, there was no need for him to try so hard. You failed to provide him with a concrete answer only because it would've been to humiliating to admit that you agreed instantly upon hearing the word Minecraft.

That’s when things get fucking weird. Another meeting is called whilst you’re in the middle of fixing lights, and once the board with the members appears you audibly gasp. There had been 8 living, breathing astronauts rushing around the map, and now only 4 remain. You, Corpse, James, and Alex.

“What the fuck--what the fuck?!” You screech alarmed, noting Dream being among the perished crew, “I was just with Dream fixing the lights, I was just with him, what the fuck--”

“Okay, no one panic.” James says, “Let’s figure this out. Okay? Okay. Who else is close to Electrical?”

“I’m at Nav.” Quackity says.

“I’m at Cafeteria, but Y/n--” Corpse starts, “kinda weird that Dream died when you were with him?”

“I didn’t fucking kill him, I swear to God, Corpse, why are you accusing me?”

“Don’t be so defensive.” He says smoothly, “I’m just pointing out the obvious. We all have a reason to be sus, no? Considering you were right with him.”

“...It is suspicious.” James agrees, and a part of you dies inside. You understand their hesitance to trust you, but it doesn’t make it any less frustrating!

“Guys, I didn’t kill him, I swear. He invited me to play Minecraft, I wouldn’t do that to him, not after that!”

Corpse merely hums, and it brings no comfort what’s so ever. The situation is spiraling, and not in your favor. Trying to salvage your chances at freedom, you try again, “Wh-James, James, you called the meeting, right?”

“Yeah, I found Rae’s body near Medical.”

“So I couldn’t have killed her and Dream at the same time!” You latch onto that piece of information, hoping it will save you.

“You could’ve vented.” Corpse points out, “Plus, there’s no telling how old the body is.”

“Killing five fucking people? It’s the work of one person, or else the game would have already ended. As it stands, I am no way sober enough to think all of this out.”

A brief silence hangs in the air; your lungs constrict from tension, from spilling words so hotly. You grasp your glass, as if for emphasis, and take a shy sip. It taste sweet, a bit too sweet for your liking. Must be your nerves. You drink again to wash the taste out of your mouth, which, surprisingly, doesn’t work. You whine a little, stomping your feet like a child about to throw a temper tantrum.

“...I believe her.” Quackity says. You breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Alex, thank youuuuuu!” You gush, batting your lashes as if he could somehow see you and that would somehow portray your innocence, “I knew I liked you for a reason!”

He mutes his mic, his spill of words lost to your ears, but chat helpfully informs that he’s screaming because you don’t hate him.

y/n out here collecting men like pokemon cards

Now all that’s left is to convince the others. You start with the one you know will work, “Corpse,” You address him in your sweetest voice.

“Y/n,” James warns, “don’t you dare--”

“Baby, I didn’t kill anyone, I’m crew mate, you gotta believe me.”

“She's innocent.” Corpse declare, thoroughly convinced.

“Oh my fucking God, you fucking simp!” James laughs, “She’s obviously manipulating you!”

“No, no, she isn’t. She’s innocent, I agree with Quackity. Now, it’s either you or him.”

“Could be you for all we know!” Alex accuses.

“Guys, time’s running out.” You mutter fretfully, noting the seconds tick by from white to red.

“I’m voting Alex.” Corpse says.

“What?! Fucking traitor! Fine, I’m voting for you.” Alex hisses.

“Ugh, hate agreeing with Quackity, but I’m also voting Corpse. Sorry, hon, nothing personal.” James says. The VOTED icons pop up beside their characters and you panic, pressing your mouse idly but it’s too late, there wasn’t enough time, and you cry as Corpse is thrown into lava. The chat spams F, and it feels like salt on a fresh wound.

In a second you’re back in Cafeteria, shell-shocked and trembling, and Quackity cusses because the Impostor is still among you. His frustration doesn’t last long as you watch in horror as Jams Chortles, beauty guru supreme, murders the only other crew mate in cold blood and all you can do is gape and let his cheerful laughter fill your ears. The screen bleeds red, informing of Impostor victory, the second one being Ash. Looks like you voted her off for the right reason, but little difference did it make.

“Corpse!” You yell past the cacophony of voices, all in varying forms of excitement or anger, beelining for his in-game figure, “Corpse, I’m so sorry, I panicked, I tried pressing the button but I wasn’t quick enough--”

“It’s alright, baby. Don’t worry about it.” He’s so calming, so gentle, you might burst into tears again. What did you do to deserve him? You wish he was with you so you could smother him in a hug. Alas, all you can do now is say “I kith you, mwah!” and rush to the other side of the lobby, as if to hide from such a bold display of affection, even if it was a joke (it wasn’t).

yall say corpse simps for y/n but the reality is y/n simps for corpse harder

queen stop its embarrassing

bhaddies can simp!! i wouldnt but its her choice <3

More deliberations, commentary, and short breaks. Once everyone has returned, the countdown starts. You’re still reeling from the chaos of emotions, the five stages of grief you experienced in 1 second upon Corpse’s unjust demise, that it takes you a moment, a single heartbeat to realize what you’re seeing on screen.

The letters IMPOSTOR hang above your astronaut, with Dream standing just behind you as your newly appointed partner in crime. And suddenly, all the sadness and the tenderness and sympathy vanish with a curt exhale. You slowly turn your head to the chat, muting the Discord call, your soft chuckle of disbelief turning into a full blown laugh.

it’s happening!!!!

omg omg omg omg

VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC

You slap your palm over your lips, trying to contain your wicked smile, to tone down your broken giggles, “N-No, I can’t laugh yet,” shaking your head softly, you look into the camera, “they’re all going to die.”

pack it up light yagami

this has awoken something in me.

^ same

The crew mates go their own ways, rushing to do their tasks like the diligent little workers they are. How adorable. Their grim fate is still miles away from them. The shit you’ll pull will be for the history books. Much like your outfit, which you picked keeping in mind your newfound thirst for blood, you had devised your plan of action with care and consideration. You had been mulling it over all day, drawing on paper like the absolute madwoman you are; hell, you even made sticky notes on who to go for first and what to say. Sure, being moderately drunk hinders your memory slightly (an understatement of the century), but you got a feel for what you’re going to do. It’s nothing short of evil.

Dream and you don’t exchange words, you merely nod at him-- which he, of course, can’t see-- but your criminal bond enables telepathic communication. You can hear his thoughts, ones that strangely sound like drink drink, drink drink. And really, who are you to refuse such an enticing offer?! As he fucks off to stalk his victims, or play pretend, you take a sip. The cocktail is still sweet, but this time it’s not the icky sweet you had tasted prior. You glance at your sticky notes, ones the roaches can’t see, and nearly spill your drink for the second time today as you jerk.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, shoving your headphones off and spinning in your chair. You hastily stand up, wobble -- the world is pleasantly funny right about now -- and giggle. Stepping past the mountains of abandoned clothes and pillows and blankets and anime plushies, you maneuver your way to your bedside table and yank it open, nearly taking out the whole drawer with you. In the mess of old diaries and bad drawings, pencils, jewelry, and stickers, you fish out something you should not be wielding in your inebriated state.

It’s a knife.

In midst of teenage angst you had ordered it off of Amazon with your mom’s credit card, all the while whining that it’s not a phase, mom, and it’s what all of my cool kid friends with fried hair have, and don’t you want me to fit in, don’t you want your daughter to be happy?! You think it’s about that time, the time of too much uneven eyeliner and black eye shadow, that she took to calling you little raccoon. Trash rabbit was your personal favorite, but she used it sparingly. When you presented your Macy’s outfit, holding up a fucking butterfly knife, to your dad, asking if it was a look, he glanced up from some boring business magazine all boring business dads read and said, with a bright smile might you add, “It’s a something!”.

Oh, how it gleams in the lilac light. You used to do tricks with it, back in eight grade maybe, and--what the fuck? Why did you parents allow you to buy it in the first place? Well, because you’re the only child, the only one important, of course they got it for you and clapped enthusiastically at your performances, because why wouldn’t they? The whining they’d face otherwise would’ve been harder to endure than a whole dance number to Panic! At The Disco’s greatest hits. Broadway looked so fucking shabby in comparison. Your mom said so, so it must be true.

Stumbling back to your extremely confused viewers, you take your seat, feeling a bit more grounded now that you’re not standing on your platform shoes anymore. Putting on your headphones, you grin at the chat that starts swimming, and not from too much drinking either. You do a quick flick of your wrist, one that thankfully doesn’t end in injury, and the sharp tip of the exposed knife points upwards, glimmering. It’s a rainbow colored one, because one, it’s pretty, and two, you weren’t hardcore enough for the jet-black or straight up military ones the other emo kids had. Cute and dangerous, just like you.

So you just sit there, holding it up, looking somewhat sly as the roaches capture this momentous moment with screen-caps. Someone definitely clipped you trudging past the obstacle course to obtain a weapon of mass destruction. You must be already trending on Twitter, though you can’t exactly log on and confirm your suspicions. You just feel like you might be, like you should be, because your audience wouldn’t let this slide. Thankfully, your friends don’t have time to check social media, or you’d be outed in an instant.

“Y/n?” Your roommates voice booms from your headphones, and you perk up with a stupid realization that you completely forgot about Among Us. Stuck at the start, at the lobby where Dream had left you, you see her astronaut waddling to you, “What are you doing here? Wait--Have you not moved from the beginning?” She can barely finish the sentence without giggling.

You grin, “I was looking for something.”

Your voice is soft, too calm for your usual frantic spill. You gently set the knife down, hand coming to rest on your mouse, fingers idly, slowly, bouncing on the buttons.

“...What were you looking for?” She’s none the wiser, the numerous drinks consumed tonight numbing her sharp mind. She would have noticed. Your eerie composure would’ve given it away in a heartbeat, or at least hinted at something being objectively wrong. But she sounds curious. Poor girl, hasn’t she heard? Curiosity killed the cat.

“A knife.”

“A knife?!” There’s something about her tone that implies a mental clicking, the puzzle pieces falling together, “You have a knife?!”

“Yes.”

“No!”

You think it would only be appropriate that the random sequence of killing animations renders the backstabbing one. You grin, biting your lower lip with a quiet snicker.

i love women

if evil bad...why seggy?

You take your time leaving her there -- in true serial-killer-to-be fashion, you stick around for a bit longer, admiring your handiwork, or more like the chat singing your praises. You joined today with the intent of making an interesting stream. You have no doubt in your mind that now it will be legendary.

You move down the hallway, and you let your imagination wander: you can almost feel the stuffy air of your helmet, can almost hear your loud footsteps echoing in all this hush, can almost see your reflection in the spotless tile floor. It’s not long before your second victim makes an appearance, running circles in Cafeteria. You hear his voice first before you see him, recognizing Alex by his unhinged screech of “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s goooo!”

“And what’s got you so excited?” How cool and collected you are, gosh, you barely contain the quiver of excitement that threatens to slip out.

“Y/n!” He exclaims, rushing to your side like a lost puppy--he’s really making this easy for you, he’s not even trying, “You just missed--Oh my fucking God, you just missed James, he-he called me tall, he called me fucking tall! Let’s go, let’s gooooo!”

“Well, you are tall, aren’t you?” You chime sweetly, almost as sweet as the drink that lingers on the tip of your tongue, “Real 6′3 energy, no?”

“Yes, yes, exactly! You get it, you fucking get it--” Once again, his mic goes mute, and you glance at the chat for help.

hard to transcribe what hes saying but hes taking shots and yelling that he loves you good job mom

hey, queen! girl, you have done it again, constantly raising the bar for us all and doing it flawlessly

mom plz dont kill alex hes too cute hes all uwu rn

Oh, how you’re about to break his poor little heart. If you had any good left in you, you’d spare him. You don’t, and you’re not taking requests at the moment, so all you do is smile at your chat and they know. They just do. Hive-mind shit, you’re all two-faced little fuckers.

You giggle, and it sounds a tad fake, “You’re so weird, Alex,” You start, and he’s back in the call, a sound of confusion echoing in your ears, “but I get it, you know. You’re weird. You’re a weirdo. You don’t fit it, and you don’t want to fit in. I mean, really, has anyone even seen you without your stupid hat?”

“...Do--” He sputters, bellowing a laugh, “Do you have that whole fucking monologue memorized?!”

“Is it because you’re bald?”

“I’m not fucking bald!” His giddiness is quickly replaced by anger.

You hum, pretend to think, lastly barking a “Liar.” before you kill him. His scream is cut off, leaving only deafening silence at it’s wake. Unlike with Rae, you don’t stick around. You didn’t appreciate how little he enjoyed your recital.

You run into James near Navigation, most likely on his way to Cafeteria. He ends his song mid-note, and you breathe a sigh of relief, “Finally! Someone! I’ve been looking all over, where the hell is everyone?” You question, blocking his way, lest he accidentally stumbles onto the crime scene and easily pins it on you. You’re not done yet.

“Honestly? No clue. I’m searching for them myself, like, everyone’s scattered. I hope no one died.”

You smile. You tried not to, but you can’t contain it, “Me, too.” You echo the sentiment, urging him to join you, and he does. Too trusting. Everyone in this game is too fucking trusting. You lead him back to Nav, feigning that you have a task here. As you pretend to move the spaceship, you can’t help but ask, “Hey, James?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

A beat of silence passes, “Oh no, fuck that, I don’t like this at all.” He states, about to spin on his heel and bolt like he should do, but you’re quicker-- killer instincts and all-- and he’s dead before he makes it out the doorway.

“See, after your No More Lies video, I figured you’d only tell the truth.” Yes, this is the part of the anime where the villain monologues, only the hero in this case is an astronaut cut in half, and not exactly alive to listen to you. You hope James’ ghost sticks around, “Case in point, why the fuck did you tell Quackity he’s tall?” You eye the chat, which’s mostly spamming W and comparing you to Ryo from Devilman Crybaby. “Such a shame...” You murmur, pressing the REPORT button.

“What?! How are so many people dead?!” Ash gasps, her kind voice tinted with fear and confusion. Your three kills, like military stars on an uniform of a distinguished officer, are displayed on the board. Dream appears to be slacking, having yet to take a life.

“Someone’s been real fucking busy.” Charlie observes. It’s true, you have been.

“I found James in Nav, but holy shit--” You begin, exasperated, “--what the fuck, guys, how did we miss this shit? Where is everyone?”

“I’m at Electrical.” Corpse voices.

“And I’m with Corpse.” One sentence is all it takes to figure out your next target: Bretman. Revenge for being killed first in the first goddamn round, and for spending so much time with your boyfriend.

Eep!!! Boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend!!! The word even makes you forget your thirst for blood, that’s how whipped you are. Sadly, it’s time to return to reality, to this grave situation.

“And what have the two of you been conspiring?” You keep your tone level, but that alone is enough to set everyone off. The unease you had planted within them before the game started is starting to bloom. However, if they suspect you, they don’t speak up, not yet.

“Fishnets, mostly.” Corpse says.

only partly a lie he was mostly talking abt u queen <3

corpse simping for y/n is the sweetest thing ever

the times corpse used y/ns name when talking abt y/n: 1. the times he used baby or my baby: infinite

“I’m wearing them right nyoooow.” Bretman drawls.

You hum, “What a coincidence. I am, too.”

“Wait--For real?” That seems to catch Corpse’s attention, because of course it does, you picked them with him in mind, after all.

“No peeping.” You tsk, obviously referring to his tendency to hop onto your stream unprompted. Whether he actually listens to your demands is beyond you, “Peeping means cheating.”

“For the love of fuck all, can we get back to the three dead bodies, please? Because I’m about to have a second coming of Christ moment and taste my consumed, digested beer for the second time.” Charlie interjects.

“I mean, anyone have any ideas who’d do this?” Dream takes hold of the conversation. Quiet, disappointed nos greet him. They have nothing to go on, no clues, not even a subliminal message. With everyone scattered, there is no way of locating the actual bodies and drawing a long red trail leading back to you.

You’re too good at lying, and Dream is too good of a publicist. People tend to trust his judgement, which is his main asset (besides his calm demeanor of course). When the Among Us gods chose you as Impostor, they made sure you had every advantage.

“Who-Who do you think it is, Dream?” Ash questions, “I trust you. I do. Just know that.”

“No fucking clue.”

“Y/n?” She tries again.

“Same. I’m a bit worried, though.”

“Let’s, uhhh, let’s skip?” Sykkuno offers. The consensus is to start voting at six. Your new mission is to make sure you dwindle the numbers down drastically before that can happen. You have no qualms about sacrificing Dream in order to meet your goals, either. Absolutely cold blooded.

Back at Cafeteria, there are words exchanged about Quackity’s body just laying there, forgotten. Blame is shifted: how come we didn’t notice sooner? Where’s Rae? And you mindlessly go along with their mourning, not really paying attention. Dream leaves with Charlie and Sykkuno, Corpse requests you stay with him and you sprout fake apologies. Not his time yet. Us girls need to stick together!, you sing, following after Ashley and getting further and further away from him, going deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of the spaceship.

You find yourself in Security with her, her cute astronaut pressed to the cameras, watching the live feed, “Let’s lurk here, okay? Maybe we’ll see something.” If only she saw who was standing behind her.

“Who do you think is the Impostor?” You ask, standing in the doorway, “Or, more like, who are the Impostors?”

“Honestly?” She ends her word with a little sigh, “I think it might be Corpse and Bretman. I haven’t seen them at all this game.”

You smile, raising your brows, tilting your heard, and you sound so kind, like a dear old friend about to deliver a tender message, “...Have you seen me?”

“SHIT!”

Too late. In one smooth motion she joins the afterlife. You cut the lights, venting mindlessly till you spot Corpse and Bretman panicking in Weapons. Your existence is still a mystery to them.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck--” Corpse mumbles, “Bretman, don’t you dare fucking kill me right now.”

“I’m not Impostor!”

“Okay, I’ll drink to that.”

They rush out of Weapons, most likely on their way to Electrical, and you trail after them like the Grim Reaper itself, biding your time till you can deliver the killing blow.

“Corpse?!” You call out, mild panic ringing in your voice, “Is that you?”

“Shit, Y/n? Where are you?” He questions. Crew vision is so sad, so small, how can he not see you standing almost right next to him? “Where’s Ash?”

“I dunno,” You say, “when the lights went out I ran. Please don’t kill me.”

“I’d never do that, baby.”

Too easy. They’re all too fucking easy. You bite your lower lip, trying to stop the laugh bubbling in your chest, to stop the lightheaded dizziness that overcomes you with a rush of excitement.

“Thanks, pretty boy.” You mutter, and it sounds a bit lower than you intended, a bit darker, something sinister lurking underneath cotton candy words. It instantly clicks in Bretman and he makes a noise, something like a whine, and you see him backing away, “I know I can always trust you.”

Whether Corpse notices the odd shift in tone, he doesn’t show it, “I like it when you call me that.” Is all he says, and you hear the smile in his voice, the appreciation. The trek to Electrical is all but forgotten. You slowly make your way to Bretman, “Where are you? Come here.”

“Just a minute,” You say cheerily, “I just need to kill Bret first.”

“Holy shit.”

“N-” Your victim’s sentence is cut off in a second, and you can’t contain your manic cackle this time, because the screen bleeds red, the words VICTORY splattered on it, depicting yours and Dream’s sneaky astronauts. You’re still laughing as the voices of your fallen friends ring in your ears.

“Y/n, what the fuck, you’re an actual monster.” Dream says, but there’s no actual weight behind his words, each syllable punctured with a laugh.

“I knew the second she asked me about my favorite scary movie that I’d get the chop.” James states.

“Wait, Y/n, did you kill everyone?” Corpse questions.

“She fucking did!” Dream answers for you, “I got Charlie and Sykkuno, and barely at that. What the fuck.”

“I’ve been waiting so fucking long for this.” You admit, giggling, raising you glass, “I toast to you, Dream. My perfect partner in crime.”

“I didn’t really do shit, but cheers.”

Quackity heaves a heavy sigh, “Y/n, Y/n, you don’t actually think I’m weird, right? Right?”

“No, she does.” James chimes.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID I EVER DO TO YOU, DUDE?!”

More commotion, more noise, and you just sit there, buzzed, snickering, reading the chat as the rest agree to play another round. You thank the people who donated that you had accidentally missed among the, you know, murder, reply to a few questions, bow dramatically to the many praises and invisible flowers you receive for such beautiful assassin work. When you look back at the screen, you throw your head back with a maniacal laugh.

Impostor again, only this time it’s with Charlie. Family bonds are often restored when united under a common goal. You’re so happy. So happy. You weren’t done terrorizing your friends yet.

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

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Someone hasn’t been able to stop watching them for awhile, though they can hardly pinpoint the source. They laugh as someone else—a stunningly blue bird perhaps costume—drags them into another dance, the flirts falling almost as easily from their lips as the jewelry that slips onto their arms and fingers and later into hidden pockets. Something obscenely rich and too tiny to be filling still lingers on their tongue as they pass to another guest. The glass someone had handed them is passed to their previous conversation partner, a gift from the one before or maybe two ago, undrunk. It’s the tenth time they’ve done it. And it won’t be the last. Their only means of keeping time when it’s otherwise lost all meaning in the flurry of beautiful and elaborate costumes and masks.

That timelessness is aided by the all too willing fools tripping over themselves for what they can see of a pretty face and voice and the constant stream of cheery music and more food than they see in a month, served on plates that cost more than the entirety of their street. Some of that’s been wrapped and tucked away in pockets too. The ball had started when it was still daylight, but now no outside light spills into the large room, the extravagant scene reflected in the dark windows leading out to balconies. Instead the light reflecting off the crystal and marble and other things they couldn’t hope to name polished of all life has the light spilling outwards with the laughter and music and guests attempting to sneak away somewhere they hope is private.

They detest every part of it.

But they’re so good at playing this part, and oh is it fun.

At the edge of the crowd, someone stands in an oh so elaborate dress of white feathers and a matching mask. It seems so out of place against the bright colors of the other costumes, but so obvious a choice it’s a wonder no one else has thought of it, a taboo of the elite that would fit too well in the mix of twisted masks and dark colors mimicking the abyssals, the poofy dresses made of dahlias, golden ghosts, and colorful hexies. But maybe even the Raven is too controversial for them. Pity.

They kiss the hand of blue with a bow, watching the slight blush under the mask with satisfaction, and a ring disappearing into the dark purple folds of their vest.

An elaborate red suit pulls them into the next dance, a full mask covering all of their face but their brown eyes. No jewelry graces their hands though, but they seem polite enough. But the music has barely started, when someone else steps up behind them.

“May I cut in?”

They make to step out, but the stranger—the White Raven costume—grabs their hands instead.

Red bows out, though there’s a distinct smirk in their voice as they say, “Be my guest.” They frown after them as red moves to the outside of the crowd, and watches after them, but their attention is pulled back to their new partner as the grip on them tightens slightly and they’re led into the dance.

“Do I not hold your interest as much as the others?”

White also has no jewelry to speak of, not even earrings or a necklace. Another pity. But this close, the beauty of the dress and mask are even more apparent, as is the smile underneath and gentle waves of dark hair. “A gem like you, I’m positive you’d hold anyone’s attention.”

A slight smile tugs at the corner of white’s mouth. “Come now my dear, you surely can do better than that. After all, you’ve been working your way quite expertly through the other guests.”

“Perhaps the others are just easily plied by the drink and my good looks.” Their being led through the more complicated version of the dance. The others around them are gliding easily through the simpler version, or stumbling slightly. Their current partner apparently is quite confident neither of them are too intoxicated for this then. Or is showing off.

“Oh but I will be so disappointed to learn that you are just another pretty face, after seeing what you’re capable of.”

The cocky smile slips easily into place. “Ah, are you the one that’s been watching me all evening?”

“I wouldn’t say it was all night. You’re remarkably good at blending in where you need to after all, but once I did see you, I would say it was hard to take my eyes off of you. I was so worried that there wouldn’t be anyone of interest here. What a relief to see you after all this time then.”

Their voice is nice but familiar, and it makes the hair on the back of their neck stand. Still, they smile. “Glad I could captivate you and entertain you for the night.”

“I am curious though, why exactly you’re here.”

White dips them slightly, enough to see the gathering crowd for a second before they’re back face to face.

“To enjoy the party of course, just like everyone else.”

Their laugh is light and beautiful.

“The other people here are hoping to make connections and allies and secret deals and dangerous plots under the cover of faked anonymity.”

“As I said, enjoy the party.”

White spins them, and now some of the other couples have left the floor and the crowd is growing larger. And then they’re back to facing that white mask and the light brown eyes underneath.

“Yes actually, I do believe you enjoy this.” Their breath ghosts over their face. “They’re all such easy marks aren’t they, Flower? How dangerous it would be if they discovered who you really were.”

Heart racing in their chest and blood roaring in their ears, their smile slips for the barest of moments, and the other’s grows.

“Ah, do you think they’d be upset to discover the pretty face is just another commoner then? I’m sure I could spin it rather well. A fairytale romance as it were, a bit of good charity on their part.”

“I’m sure you could. You are rather good at getting out of trouble, even that of a life threatening kind.” White’s hand settles over the scar, but it’s hidden under too much clothing for it to be more than a coincidence. It has to be.

“You flatter me too much, but I have no idea what you mean.”

“Oh, so if you were searched by the guards, they wouldn’t find more than just food tucked away into your pockets?”

“Of course not.”

The dance is ending, and the final moves bring them closer enough white can whisper in their ear, without anyone actually noticing, “You seem to forget I was watching you, Flower.”

Aren’t they, Flower?

The cold of the blade bites even through their shirt, as breath carasess their ear, so close they can feel her smile. “Do be careful, Flower, I’d hate for you to make this harder for either of us.”

“And why would you risk that, Raven?”

The clapping from the crowd barely registers as they pull her back for the next dance, taking the lead.

“Finally caught on did you? Don’t feel too proud of yourself, I made it obvious enough.”

Their leading doesn’t last long. She also doesn’t shy away from getting close to the others on the floor this time.

They glare under their own mask. “Now which one of us is risking both? Tell me, are you here on business or pleasure yourself then? Or both, like me?”

“And why would I tell you such a thing?”

They move past another couple.

“Why reveal yourself to me?”

Is that beat the music or their own heartbeat?

“Because I enjoy our little game, Flower, don’t you?”

“You mean the one where you almost kill me?”

She hums, “You make such a pretty sight at the end of my blade.”

“I could tell everyone who you are.” They smile at her.

“And who do you think they would believe? Me, or the little thief with evidence all over them? I had an invite to this party.”

She lifts them, and though it lasts a second if that, it's too similar to being in that dark room with her again.

They’re pulled against her as they pass another couple. It’s not a solid brown in her eyes, there’s specks of something else too. And a birthmark just under the lip of the mask.

“So is that your plan then? Have me caught?” But even as they say it, it doesn’t seem like what she’d do.

“And let you be hung for your troubles? Of course not. I care too much about our game.”

“I’m flattered.”

“You should be.”

They’re not dancing anymore, but whether that’s because they’ve stopped or the music, they couldn’t say.

She’s staring down at them intently. Is the height difference real, or is she wearing heels under her dress?

There’s no daggers they can see at least, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have any. But they’re not being threatened by them this time if they move a muscle. There’s no ticking clock of time until the marks come home, only hours from the end of the ball.

Even if there was a dagger somewhere, it’s unlikely she’d gut them here in such a…

They’re both at a masquerade after all, they could be anyone.

They’re tilting upwards before they even register that she’s leaning down.

#writing #writeblr #amwriting #excerpt #wip excerpt #uhh technically nightfall?#though this isnt actually how i imagine the characters for that #but it was the best backdrop for this scene #because damnit i want more masquerade scenes to exist #even this doesn't fully encapsulate what I wanted for it #but eh oh well #it exists now #maybe i can improve it later

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