#and now turning 180 degrees to angelic

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Waking up to even more Xiao Zhan has done nothing to lessen the feeling of being overwhelmed by riches.

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

when their tsum courts their crush

I write reader as female

Masterlist

♠️ DEUCE SPADE ♠️

i love the fact that tsum tsum deuce is basically delinquent deuce, only smaller and cuddlier

like deuce explains, he’s very aggressive and quick to anger - it has no impulse control and can and will fight (i.e. headbutt/drop itsy bitsy cauldrons on) anyone 

like, unlike its human counterpart, it doesn’t even pretend to behave or be seen in a positive light, let alone act like the model student deuce is aiming for

but, like all things, there is an exception - and that, dear prefect, is you

you see, tsum deuce is an absolute terror to everyone - everyone except you

in fact, the second it sees you entering the rose maze (trey had you on speed dial the second tsum deuce appeared - everyone say ‘thank you, trey’) it comes bounding over to you and just leaps into your arms

and it just…stays there, all happy and content

and you just look down at this tiny, happy little angelic bean in your hands whilst every single person in heartslabyul is just gawking at how this demon just did a complete 180 degrees personality flip the second you showed up

human deuce is absolutely red faced and has suddenly become very interested in the grass whilst everyone is just giving him the biggest side eyes

so you, being the kind-hearted, altruistic person you are, just smile at the bean in your hands and cheerfully inform everyone that you wouldn’t mind babysitting tsum deuce until crowley finds a way home

everyone except deuce (and grim) is happy with this development

now human deuce already finds it hard to talk to girls but he especially finds it difficult whenever you’re around because he’s literally got the biggest crush on you and has been dying to confess but is way too shy to

but tsum deuce? tsum deuce has no such inhibitions

it will cuddle and snuggle and nuzzle up to you, rubbing against your cheek as it sits on your shoulder or hands as it rests in your palms

tsum deuce likes to grow big so that it can 1) be carried around in that child hug carry that parents do and 2) sit on your lap like a bond villain cat so that you can stroke its head and body

human deuce is not happy with either of these

like tsum deuce is just basking in your endless affection and endeared giggles whilst deuce is suffering so much that even ace gives him somewhat-sincere consoling pats on the back whenever you’d call the little tsum ‘sweetheart’ or ‘dear’ or ‘poppet’ or ‘darling or ‘angel’ or ‘cutie’ - and the list goes on…

what’s worse is that whenever you’re not looking it gives the most deadliest glare to its counterpart and when you turn around it looks back at you like ♡✧(^ ᴗ ^)✧♡

like deuce knows that he’s supposed to keep his head down and nose clean like a good little honour student but his delinquent switch is wobbly on even the best of days and seeing you be so happily touchy-feely with that smug little rascal really does not help those buried instincts

don’t get him wrong, he’s flustered beyond belief at the sight of you being so affectionate to his lookalike but his annoyance and jealousy take precedence 

it all comes to a head when the cheeky bugger decides that its had enough of just receiving your kisses and just full on plants his ‘mouth’ on your lips

it takes everything in deuce to not full on punt it into the sun - especially when you look so flustered as a result, a gorgeous blush spreading across your features as you giggle at the little thing

deuce narrows his eyes - game on

❤️ ACE TRAPPOLA ❤️

@disney when are we getting tsum tsum ace? He’s the only first year to not have a marketable plushie

now ace has no problem with you being affectionate to his tsum

at first

you see ace and his tsum get along very well since they have very similar personalities

the two knaves of hearts just love causing trouble and making mischief together 

but being so similar means that at some point they’ve got to clash 

and clash they do >:)

when you come strolling in, tsum ace happily greets you and you, having been filled in on the situation (“thank you, Trey”), are more than happy to keep it entertained so you pet it and coddle it and dole out your sweet affection

and, honestly, it was a huge ego boost to see his crush being so sweet with a smaller version of himself 

of course, he’s going to be all ace about it and tease you like “why are you so affectionate with mini me? do you have a crush on me or something? don’t worry, i understand - i guess i’m too irresistible even as a tsum” with his signature grin

but then the novelty is very quick to wear off when practically all of your attention is being given to the little bean - especially when he realises that his tsum has just as big as a crush on you as he does, and he’s very quick to act on it

like human ace, tsum ace flirts by peacocking, living off of your praise like it’s the oxygen it breathes

and unlike human ace, tsum ace doesn’t tease you, which kind of gives him a head start 

basically tsum ace is an ace who doesn’t hide his insecurities and feelings for you behind a guarded wall of playful teasing and fake carelessness

it would show off by doing card tricks for you, using its own miniature deck it got from seven knows where to do all sorts of tricks - that do genuinely impress you 

and with every successful trick you’d clap your hands with stars in your eyes and fondly coo at it

and it would eat all of your praise up – with every flirty behaviour you would enable it with more positive reinforcement, spurring it to get bolder and bolder and ace is absolutely dying next to you

ace has a habit of ruffling your hair so tsum ace likes to sit on your head as you go about your day and everyone can swear they see sparkles surrounding the two of you

(ace doesn’t notice because that’s what you look like to him anyway)

you even gave mini ace the glacé cherry on the iced bun you had for dessert that day, hand-feeding the sweet fruit right into the little tsum’s mouth right in front of Ace’s cherry pie (and no, not even the taste of his favourite food can wash away the bitterness corroding his tongue at the sight of you and his tsum getting all buddy-buddy, not when something so much sweeter is just out of his reach)

quit paying attention to it! doesn’t it have its own y/n to flirt with?!

then, at one point, tsum ace has conjured up a tiny rose and has gifted it to you

“for me,” you smile at the tsum and the tsum nods, happily jumping up and down in front of you, “oh you shouldn’t have.”

you carefully take the rose from the tsum and gently pick the tsum up and place a kiss right on its head

“thank you, tsum ace,” you say, giggling with fondness, “that’s for being such a sweetheart.”

ace’s hand clenches around his magic pen and he swears right then and there that it’s no more mister nice guy – no more hiding behind poorly crafted taunts in fear of what ifs

he’s confessing to you by the end of the day even if it kills him

🦁 LEONA KINGSCHOLAR 🦁

honestly, leona couldn’t care less about the little things that came from the sky - not his circus, not his monkeys

though he was kind of miffed when his dorm thought he had turned into that stubby little thing 

he’s surrounded by idiots

he just palmed his own tsum off to ruggie and went off to the botanical gardens to nap

it was during one of his relaxation sessions that he heard your voice, only you were talking to someone 

turns out that ‘someone’ was his own tsum that was happily snoozing on your shoulder

apparently the little guy didn’t take kindly to being babysat by ruggie so it literally hunted you down and refused to leave your side

you didn’t see any problem with this

so you just continued on with your day with a tiny version of the big kitty of savanaclaw 

please understand that leona is a very jealous and greedy lion - he gets incredibly possessive if stray cats get close to you, let alone when you shower Grim with your affection - and now there’s an equally as greedy mini leona that’s demanding your attention

like it made it clear that it was trying to monopolize your attention, tail swaying in delight as you would pet its head or play with its ears - all things that you’d do with the bigger leona

it would jump up and press its head against your forehead, cheeks and mouth so you would kiss it back with your own lips (and leona just looks at the little judas all betrayed because you’ve never kissed him ever and he’s just so angry and jealous that he doesn’t even tease you about it)

so instead of spending time with him, where he rests his head on your thighs as you weave your fingers through his hair, you’re playing around with the tsum, giving it the affection that was rightfully his

at one point, it was still dozing off so you placed it nice and snug in the breast pocket of your blouse, making Leona’s right eye twitch uncontrollably when he could tell that the little deviant wasn’t even actually sleeping

honestly, he scoffs, faking sleep is the oldest trick in the book - and he knows that because he uses it on you all the time

you even played chess with it, and to leona’s surprise it was actually pretty good, only his slight amusement at watching you lose was tainted by how you were suddenly praising it for being such a good player - he’s good too! praise him!

he had finally reached his limit when his tiny doppelganger used its growing abilities to be large enough for you to wrap your arms around and bury your face into, your lovely features smiling in content as you happily sleep, unaware of the burning jealousy and intense scowl leona is giving the tsum in your embrace, or of the smug satisfaction said tsum is radiating

now leona is a man of strategy, of patiently waiting until it’s the right time to pounce, so for now he’ll just settle at baring his fangs at the little runt - he’s spent his entire life being second best (both to his brother, his nephew, that damned lizard), there is no way he’s going to be outshone by a furball that has no idea of the hierarchy of the food chain here. you’re the one thing in his life that he refuses to have taken away, even if it is by himself

and when you wake up?

you better be prepared

💙 IDIA SHROUD 💙

tsum tsum idia is such a sweetheart

while it does have idia’s social anxiety, he does hang around with you through the halls though by ‘hang around’ he’s usually buried in your pockets

tsum idia doesn’t have og idia’s fire hair but it does run naturally warm, which makes it the perfect warm pillow for you to snuggle with

idia didn’t have any strong feelings for his tsum. ortho loved it and it made you happy and that was it.

but it soon became a problem when it made you too happy

you see, idia had made a tiny little tablet so that you could play with the tsum whilst he was busy doing one of his own games

and like his counterpart, the tsum was good

too good

so good that you kept on praising it and snuggling with it every time it won

and apparently the tsum was in possession of some preloaded charm stats because it would keep on endearing you by texting you blue heart emojis or cute stickers that would make you coo at it

and watching you be so outwardly affectionate to someone that wasn’t ortho or grim definitely stung inside

even if that someone was a cuter, cuddlier, plush bean version of himself

so he just amped up the volume in his headset to drown out the sounds of your laughter and continued playing as he internally lamented how he was such a boring otaku that even a tsum has better moves than him

when it got late and you were about to leave (much to idia’s disappointment), you stood up only for the tsum to jump onto your shoulder and happily jump in place

“oh,” you giggle, “do you want to come to ramshackle with me?”

the tsum jumped up and down, indicating yes

“alright then,” you smile and turn to idia, “i guess we’ll see yo-”

“no-” he blurted out, the ends of his hair bursting into pink at the sudden silence that envelops the room, “i-i mean, you can stay. here. not here my room here - like here in ignihyde here. we have a spare room. unless you’d like to sleep over here in my room. if you want to that is. you don’t have to if you don’t want to infactyoucanforgetievensaidanythingohmysevenwhydidihavetoopenmymouth-”

“it’s okay, idia, i understand,” you say, “looks like we’re having a sleepover!”

maybe he should be a bit braver more often

[yamujiburo]

what's the 180 rule?

It’s a rule in cinematography/storyboarding where you want to make sure your camera doesn’t breach the 180 degree line. It keeps your characters in their established positions for clarity

It’s not a hard rule and can be broken if done artistically or with purpose. But generally, it makes your sequences easier to watch and follow haha

Disclaimer, I’m not trying to like,,, shit on this or anything. It’s just the most recent clip of something I’ve happened to see where the 180 rule is broken several times in succession. A good teaching moment!

Notice how the mc is established on the left, facing screen right to the angel guy (who is established on the right himself).

But the mc then runs screen left, is facing left and turns right again to face the angel (who is now on the right side of the screen). BUT a weird cut happens at the 6 second mark putting the angel on the left for some reason and then it goes back AGAIN to the mc facing left.

So now mc is on the right and angel is on the left. It stays there for a while which is good! Then at 46 sec the angle kiiinda crosses the 180 line but not enough to justify the camera but then it makes it feel weird BUT they are still in the same left/right positions which is 👌🏾

After the fantasy seq, they’re still in the same position (good) but at 1:01 it flips again making for a really jarring cut, maybe the most jarring in the sequence

I don’t think this is a make or break thing for people who aren’t looking for it but your sequences will feel MUCH smoother if you keep your characters on their established sides of the screen and if you DO move them and need to break the 180 rule, you have to give yourself time to re-establish.

[hritika13-tamboli]

Jeon Jungkook Fic Recs List 4....

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Series :

Moonstruck || Werewolf & Vampire Hybrid!AU, Supernatural!AU | Hybrid!Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader | Werewolf!Taehyung x Hybrid!Reader (ft. BTS) || @jeonsweetpea

Summary: You couldn’t wait for Jungkook to break his sire bond with you. Not like you were thrilled an ungrateful brat was sired to you anyway. Just a hundred more days and it would all be over. He would no longer be loyal to you.

Chasing cars || brother's best friend!Jungkook x reader | forbidden love?au | college!au | slice of life!au || @oddinary4bts

Summary : when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?

The Farmhouse || cowboy jungkook x reader | childhood bestfriends au | friends to lovers au |slice of life || @solecize

Summary : every summer on your grandpa's farm was real-life magic to your younger self, who left a piece of her heart in amber valley when the years went on and the town became nothing but a faint childhood memory. soon enough, you become rocked by his death and realize the dead end in your bustling city world. this leads to you making an abrupt decision. despite knowing nothing but designer purses and the corporate ladder, you uproot your entire life to take over your grandfather's old farm in the town you were desperately trying to remember - alongside a familiar face from your youth that permanently finds his way into your heart.

Fool for you || jungkook x reader | college au | fake dating au | strangers to friends to lovers au || @btsgotsvt-blog

Summary : When Jungkook is finally single, you shoot your shot.

Supercharged || Jungkook x reader | supernatural au | superheroes au / villain au | Enemies to lovers au || @btsmosphere

Summary: starts with a blow to the chest that changes your life. When your city’s most celebrated hero pays a visit, it turns out the noble Bolt has no trouble tossing lives aside. Lives that won't be missed. Lives like yours. Seven mysterious and powerful men give you another chance – one that starts to feel more like a curse the moment you meet golden boy Jungkook. The boy who wants you as far from his brothers as he can get you. Is it you he hates, or the blue lightning that now runs through your veins? And could it be his golden light that illuminates your heart when darkness threatens?

Long way home || dilf!jk x best friend!reader | single dad jk | boxer!jk | friends to lovers au || @sparklingchim

Summary: jungkook's life makes an 180 degree turn when he's suddenly a single dad and while you're trying to help him come accustomed to the new circumstances, your long-standing friendship takes new turns as well.

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One-shot :

Meraki || grumpy!jk (+ photographer!jk) x sunshine!reader | not exactly e2l but more like "i find you pretty annoying" to lovers || @taegularities

MERAKI (v., Greek). "to do something with soul, creativity, or love; to put something of yourself in your work." Summary: Jungkook finds you irritating; far too energetic and insistent. But his perception of you changes bit by bit, minute by minute, when he's persuaded into spending an entire night with you at places he doesn't know.

Silent treatment || Gamer Jungkook x cat owner reader | Established relationship au || @angelic-vibez

Summary : Jungkook gives you a silent treatment after your cat ruins his whole gaming setup

But we loved too young || Bestfriend!jungkook x reader | friends to lovers au | lovers to strangers au | big timeskip au | college to adulthood au || @jl-micasea-fics

Summary : Jungkook is everything you’re not, the ying to your yang. Your tight knit friendship nurtured from childhood survived the major life events that most don’t, and to that end, you suppose you’re fated to be together, until unrequited longing is eventually noticed, and boundaries are forever crossed.

First class || rich student!jk x rich student!reader | universityau | bestfriends au || @girlygguk

Summary: in which you are just another spoiled, bitchy, annoyingly gorgeous trust-fund baby who has everyone at Yonsei University eating from the palm of your hand. and jeon jungkook, your spoiled, fuck-boy, annoyingly gorgeous trust-fund baby best friend, is always first in line to take a bite.

The witch sisters || heartthrobwitch!jk x witchfem!reader | witch au || @rkivepetals

Summary : When your seven witch sisters come across your almost- boyfriend.

Not like you || dilf!jungkook x boxer!jungkook x childhood enemy!reader | Enemies to lovers au || @oureuphoria

Summary: God had favourites. Jungkook figured that out early in his childhood, when every waking moment was spent trying to impress his parents at the expense of you. He ran away at 19 to escape the immeasurable pressure to succeed but he couldn't escape you. Six years and a daughter later, Jungkook met his childhood enemy again, except this time he didn't want to run.

Limerence || exes to lovers au | ex boyfriend!jk x ex girlfriend!reader || @kooktrash

Summary: a recent discovery of old VCR tapes takes you down a rabbit hole of self-pity, remembering what you once had and how it all went down the drain over youthful mistakes. suddenly, you find yourself playing back the old tapes of the best relationship you’ve ever had and all you can think about is how to get it back—if you could get it back

Infinity || Three-shot | alien!Jungkook x human!female reader | alien!AU | dystopian!AU | dark romance | S2L || @runariya

Summary: As the last human in existence, what will be your fate?

Sweet apple biscuits || Jungkook x reader || @rosaetae

Summary: a story about someone who receives letters from themselves ten years in the future and asks them to fix all their regrets and save a particular boy.

“Hold him and love him. Tell him how you feel. Tell him how much he means to you. And whatever you do, never let go of him.”

Disney+ and bust || app developer jungkook x reader | Established relationship au || @1kook

Summary : There’s a pounding on your door a little past noon, so hard and rough, that you almost think it’s the police finally coming to catch you for all your years of illegally pirating Phineas and Ferb. It’s not. It’s just a really drunk boyfriend wailing for your forgiveness at the door. 

The lucky ones || Jungkook x reader | University!AU | Soulmate!AU || @today-we-will-survive

Summary: unique soulmate mark stains the skin around your right eye, making you an outcast in a world where everyone has a mark showing where their soulmate will first touch them. Unlike others with marks on their palms, arms, or cheeks, your eye mark sets you apart, leaving you to question its meaning and the fate of your soulmate.

Some way, some how || autoshop owner!jk x businesswoman!oc | slice of life | childhood crushes | friends to lovers || @1kook

Summary: Maybe you don’t know Jungkook as well as you thought you did. Maybe he doesn’t know you.

It was always you || naval aviator!jungkook x professor!reader + editor!jungkook | childhood friends to lovers au || @hueseok

Summary: as long as you remember, you’ve always had the fattest crush on your childhood friend, jeon jungkook. it never blossomed into something more though, because that’s what happens when life naturally takes it course—you grow up, you move on, and you pretend that those feelings never existed in order to maintain the good friendship that remained between the two of you over the years.

so when he visits you after work one day, asking you to marry him, you do everything you can to refuse, because the reason he’s asking you isn’t due to the fact that he finally realized that he loved you after all this time, but because he thinks he’s doing you a big favor.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

|| Incorrect Quotes - Hazbin Hotel ||

Adam: Change is inedible.

Reader: Don't you mean inevitable?

Adam, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

Adam: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside

Reader:

Reader: Adam, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn...

Adam: *Sips coffee from bowl*

Adam: I'm 10 times funnier and sexier than you

Reader: 10 times 0 is still 0 though

Adam: Jokes on you, I can't do math

Adam: Today is a day of running through hurdles.

Reader: Aren’t you supposed to jump OVER hurdles?

Adam: Whatever. Fear is only something to be afraid of if you let it scare you.

Reader: When you said 'Magic in Bed', I wasn't expecting this...

Husk: *pulls out card from deck* Now, was this your card?

Reader: Holy moly-

Vaggie: Hey, what’s up?

Reader: The sky.

Vaggie: No, I meant like, what are you doing?

Reader: Oh, Lucifer.

Lucifer: *highfives Reader* Nice!

Husk: sapnu puaS.

Reader: What??

Angel Dust: What language is that.

Husk: Turn your phone 180 degrees.

*Husk was removed from the groupchat*

Reader: Do you take constructive criticism?

Husk: I only take cash or credit.

Husk: I was going to suggest we do Marilyn Monroe and JFK roleplay, but I’d get way too into it.

Reader: What- how?

Husk: You’d be like “come to bed … Mr. President” and I’d be like, “I need to increase the amount of American military advisors in South Vietnam by a factor of 18.”

[holybibly]

two words. CEO Yeosang.

imagine this: you’re a secretary/personal assistant to a cold CEO who’s beauty is ethereal. you have these thoughts of all the things he would do to you.

one day while in the break room you and your friend were talking about mindless things when the topic of your boss came up. the immediate thought of him made you instantly flush with all the fantasy’s.

little did you know that your boss overheard you guys talking and decided to tease you from then on.

“come here bunny ride my thigh while i work. i see how you look at me there’s no hiding how you feel bunny”

god this man has complete control over my brain.

question; if you call us your bunnies then what do we call you? i would like to say as someone who is a submissive through and through whenever you call us bunnies my brain goes like this: (*^◯^*)

For all bunnies! Unholy Hours is always open, you can send requests at any time.

You're not the only one asking this, do you have any idea what you want to call me, my darlings? You can tell me and then we'll do a poll and pick something.

Hmm, what should I do with this naughty bunny, a? Should I punish you or maybe praise you, tell me baby.

"Mr. Kang, oh God, Oh please." You squealed with a roll of your eyes in pleasure. You were supposed to be quieter, but how the hell could you be when Yeosang was being so ruthless in his efforts to drive you crazy?

Your thighs trembled uncontrollably as his hand viciously slapped your pussy; the wet, squelching sound was too loud in the spacious office of Kang Yeosang, the CEO of Blue Bird Incorporated. My God, how did you end up in a position like this in the first place? You didn't even have time to analyse the situation before you were under the caress of his long fingers.

Your hand was tangled in his soft, long hair, pulling at the strands with a light tug. With little thought of the need for silence, you moaned louder than before.

"The whole office must be listening to you by now, you little bitch. I thought I told you to keep your voice down, Miss Moon. What are your colleagues going to think when they find out that you are not only my secretary but my fuck toy as well? Will they respect you?" To be honest, you didn't really care about the fucking respect, especially when Yeosang's tongue started to circle around your clit, drawing different patterns. Is it worth it to remember this man's talent now to turn his tongue 180 degrees?

As your legs try to close around his head to hold him in place, you inadvertently grind your cunt against his angelically handsome face. In fact, you thought Yeosang's place was there, his face just begging to be smothered in pussy. Your toes curl in pleasure as you come with a loud scream, tears rolling down your cheeks and smearing your perfect make-up when he doesn't stop his merciless assault on your sensitive clit.

"Mr. Kang, Yeosang Fuck, this is too much."

He moaned into your pussy as you tugged and pulled at his hair, the plush walls of your cunt clenching around his fingers as you tried to keep them inside of you. He inserted a third finger inside you and began to move it at a steady, hard pace, your head jerking back. Your hips are pressed hard against his face, earning you a sharp slap on the cunt that makes you let out a loud whimper.

Yeosang grips your hips tightly to stop you from moving. But it does little as your legs lock around his neck.

"Yeosang, please stop. This is too much." Your back arched as he bit down on the inside of your thighs and looked at you with his eyes half-closed. How can everyone in the office have the impression that he's an adorable puppy when he fucks like this?

"Too much? Do I need to remind you, Miss Moon, that you have been an attention-seeking slut?" Your cunt clenched around his fingers at the titillating insult, and he grinned as he continued to slap you. Yeosang just chuckled as he made you squirt profusely, your juices spilling all over his perfectly ironed shirt, causing it to cling up next to his body. He watched as your body writhed in pleasure, orgasming violently, instinctively moving your hips to match his movements, and fucking yourself on his fingers.

"I didn't know you liked being insulted, Miss Moon. Do you always come when someone calls you a 'slut' hmm? Shameful." His grip on your hips tightened as he began to suck on your swollen clit again. You held on to his glass desk as you lay on top of his many documents and folders. His fingers poked and prodded your sweet spot. Your juices stained the multi-million-dollar contracts beneath you when you saw stars from pleasure.

Drool runs down the back of your neck and ruins your shirt, as everything is too sensitive from your orgasm, and each time his fingers penetrate you, you shudder and whimper. You spread your thighs wide in a desperate attempt to escape the endless assault on your clit. But your hips are firmly gripped and held in place by Yeosang's strong hands.

His tongue laps up your juices as if they were his last meal and licks your swollen pussy.

"Come on. I think you can cum again; you're going to need to try harder to keep up with what I think of you." His seductive chocolate eyes looked up at you, and all you could think about was his fingers going inside you, making you wish it was his thick cock. Oh, and Yeosang is good at it, too. Last time, you had to swap your usual stiletto heels for something more comfortable, and you couldn't walk normally for several days.

"Oh! Yeosang." Your back arched up from the table, and your toes curled up. Pleasure washed over you like a blanket as you pulled hard on his hair, eliciting a deep, low moan from him.

Every time you hear Yeosang moan, you think that if he weren't the CEO of the company you work for, he could be making a lot of money from Pornhub.

"I'm cummin' Yeosang!" You screamed his name as your legs closed around his head, and you came again. You fell back onto the table and caught your breath as he finally released your hips and stuck out his tongue to show you the mess you had made. The prettiest boys are always the dirtiest. You realised after the first time that Yeosang had literally fucked you to the last inch of your life.

"Miss Moon, there are still 40 minutes until lunch break. I think you have enough time for two or three more orgasms.

[archer-kacey]

Something I noticed is a lot of people who hated BATIM love BATDR and a lot of people fond of BATIM dislike BATDR. To me, this seems like a mechanics vs story issue. The actual game mechanics and aesthetic of BATDR disguise the lackluster characters and plot holes. However, BATIM still suffers those same issues.

This is a vague question, but what are your thoughts on BATIM vs BATDR story wise? Is either of them truly better? Or are they just flawed in different ways?

Sorry, this is long, but so are BATIM and BATDR :')

I think you hit the nail on the head in the sense that yes- BATDR has better gameplay and mechanics than BATIM, but BATIM by far has a much more compelling story that was able to capture and keep attention over the course of five chapter releases. And yes, BATIM is not without its flaws, for example it's mainly a walking simulator in terms of actual gameplay- the only thing saving it being the unique ability to suck the player in through the rich, stylistic environments.

In terms of story, here's my take for both of them-

BATIM is more solid overall, there are more connected plot points and there's a thread there to be followed from start to finish. It does suffer from some WTF plothole moments, the biggest one being Alice's 180 degree turn with suddenly using Boris as a killing machine rather than...what I can only assume was a plan to use his ink/body as some kind of reparative agent for the hole in her face (like thicc ink premium idk), or...some kind of spell...? It's honestly not very clear HOW she was going to use him, but bottom line she decided to entirely change her plan off-screen, which could have been remedied with something like a cutscene's worth of explanation, and more of a buildup to Brute Boris. The "reveal" in the haunted house didn't hold that much weight (at least to me,) just because we didn't even get a cookie crumb of a hint that Alice was going to mutilate him and use him as a drone instead of just axe him.

There are other nonsense details like Allison's ominous "I'm no Angel" line, which didn't make sense when Tom was the one to want to leave Henry. It was never explained WHY the Ink Demon walks around with a limp when he can shapeshift into a bigger and faster Beast version of himself (and apparently he was ALSO the hand in the ink river??? I guess???) And can we talk about how the cult Joey started was just never brought up again? Wally talks about how workers were encouraged (or mandated, idk) to put offerings in the break room to "appease the gods." What gods? Was Joey worshiping Bendy like a god? NONE OF THIS IS EXPLAINED EVER and honestly I think Micheal D. and Meatstick just Forgot that Joey was a cult leader in favor of Sammy's cult storyline.

But despite all of the plot holes, we still get a tale of a deteriorating studio, humans being used as literal skeletons for lifelike versions of cartoon characters, themes of life, death, cults, art, and more. Honestly, going deep into the plot of Bendy would take its own post to really do it justice.

I guess the main plot is this: Ex-co-founder of Joey Drew Studios, Henry, is trying to get the fuck home to his wife, learning along the way that through the power of a mysterious ink machine, his ex-business partner decided to coerce and persuade people to Literally Die so he could have the necessary materials to create living versions of his cartoons, thus making "his" characters (and more importantly, Bendy,) a reality. Once Henry does escape, he learns that Joey has sent him through this same hell before, still filled with hatred and spite, just in time for Joey to assumedly "reset" him and send him on a different version of the same journey, as we can guess from the storyboards on display in Joey's apartment. THAT on its own is an intriguing and layered tale, and that's not even including the other details, voices, and faces we run into in BATIM, AND the new info we learn in BATDR.

Now, BATDR...is something I've come to view as a mixed bag.

Story-wise, it weirdly wants to have its cake and eat it to. Henry's story is elaborated on, and part of Audrey's origins are also brought to light. This is helpful information concerning the plot of BATIM...but then we get assblasted with a ton of new characters and lore for a completely new Cycle under the reign of a completely new Random Old Man. I know he's Nathan's son, and he was mentioned in both Illusion and Fade to Black...but those were de-canonized, so it almost doesn't help context-wise...???? So...????

In a lot of ways, BATDR almost acts like it wants to be an AU branching from BATIM rather than a direct sequel, which it was marketed/confirmed as.

I think my biggest problem with BATDR is that some of the main characters are bafflingly like. Mishandled.

I'm gonna have the mildest take on earth and say I didn't like the new Ink Demon. Old design was better and more uncanny by far, the new design looks like Generic Satan or something straight out of Baldur's Gate. He was given a deep, guttural growling voice because....tumblr sexyman I guess. Even if they needed him to talk, it could've been something more breathy and raspy, true to the heavy breathing of the original Ink Demon. Also, his alternate form was made very childlike, and I'm just weirded out by the fact that you have this oddly "sexified" version of the Ink Demon on the flipside of Bendy the Child. I don't think any ill intent was meant by this, but it's more confusing than anything thematically. I'm also not sure why Bendy's abuse was brought up and then never touched on....? Like wasn't this guy locked up and called a monster his whole life? Are we going to...say something especially considering the moral of this story......?

Memory Joey is completely fine, but I just can't shake the feeling that the narrative is trying to paint IRL Joey as "UWU fixed now" when that's not the case. The most sympathy I can extend to IRL Joey is that he was a gay man who desired to have a family at a time when that was not only frowned upon but dangerous, not just socially speaking but in terms of his physical safety. But beyond that, this was a dude who locked people in a building to keep them working, coerced and possibly forced the deaths of many people to get what he wanted (the ink machine was a scientific advancement that could've had AMAZING implications for society but he Did Not Give a Shit about that), and was abusive towards Henry. If we trust the Bendy books, he also gaslit and killed his teenage staff. This motherfucker isn't a patron saint of anything, and even if Memory Joey can learn from IRL Joey's mistakes, IRL Joey was still a shitbag who just happened to raise a daughter.

Which leads me to Audrey. Some of Audrey's tale is explained- she was raised by Joey, forgot Joey was her father, and came to work at Archgate as an animator. Got to know Wilson, who works as a janitor at Archgate, and then he drags her into ink hell because....idk, she's his version of "A Perfect Boris" I guess. Fair enough. However, it's NEVER EXPLAINED how Audrey doesn't remember her father, or WHERE she went to live after his passing, or WHO she lived with. Remember, Joey was as old as a cave painting, so he clearly passed when she was very young. While you could argue she doesn't remember his name because she was little, SURELY she remembers his face or voice, or the fact that she HAD A FATHER??? Like, was there some huge trauma there? (Other than the fact that Joey was her dad?) It makes little sense to me that she would forget so easily. If I had to make a guess (and granted I'm no Mark Twain), I'd wager that Allison probably found Joey dead. Remember that Nathan hadn't talked to Joey in years, and Allison was the one who went out of her way in the first place to visit. At this point, Allison's gonna find a little girl running around by herself, and assumedly her and Thomas would've taken her in. If that's not the case, someone else found Joey dead, at which point Audrey would've possibly lived with Nathan and Tessa, considering how much Nathan cared about Joey. Either party has ties to Archgate. But all of that is just speculation, not confirmed, and even if any of that were true, Audrey makes no mention of it. And I'm sorry, Audrey's backstory makes me want to cry, because it's just NOT THERE and she has the personality of a depressed bucket.

Alice was alright...but she was kind of stupid? Which is like....the antithesis of everything cool about her? Instead of using traps and luring the main character from a distance, she knocks out Audrey (via unspecified drink), plays Diet Jigsaw with Audrey, and then gets pushed off a balcony. She was also a lot more...idk, suave and sultry in speech mannerisms in BATDR, which isn't bad, but her unhinged and clever nature seemed a bit watered down.

I don't really have notes on the rest of the main cast. Sammy was brought back to die immediately, which honestly was fine considering his death track record. We get some mentions of BATIM characters. Wilson and Betty were fine, and even some of the lore explaining how the timelines work made sense.

HOWEVER,

I've already said it a hundred times, but the old cast was shoved to the side for a bunch of new characters we had no time to connect with. A new butcher gang member was added when we still have Miss Twisted as a potential female-role filler (keep in mind the Projectionist is based on Camera Man and Brute Boris was based on The Brute.) The whole "Amok" thing was a REALLY roundabout way to get the Lost Ones to stop attacking Audrey.

Wilson's motivations are mostly consistent and I'd argue somewhat compelling, but I don't understand why he didn't do more to protect Audrey if he was going to need her for the endgame for Shipahoy Dudley? Like what's all this about letting her run around and get killed? Was he just aware that she'd revive?

The main message of BATDR was fine, but it didn't work super well for Audrey's character. She'd already forgotten Joey was her father, and was living in blissful ignorance of that fact until Memory Joey decided to infodump on her right away. Sure, the "just because you were born of darkness doesn't mean you have to be darkness" thing applies to her AFTER she learns Joey was her father, but...Audrey was never threatening to Become Evil, so it almost didn't need to be said and was kind of a flat message...? I would argue Memory Joey would benefit more from that message- as he's a literal copy of a Very Bad Dude. My guy was projecting this whole time.

I do think BATDR was worse story-wise, but I'm not going to sit here and pretend it didn't have certain disadvantages from the start. The Kindlybeast debacle happened, BADTR was trying to continue a story from an existing property, and there was a severe lack of Adrienne Kress. Okay, maybe the last one was a bit much, but still. That doesn't mean I hate BATDR overall, I can appreciate a lot of things about it, but strictly in the story department, it needs soooooo much work and makes me want to jump off a Minecraft cliff.

[artful-aries]

Genshin Headcanons: When They Get Jealous (Kaeya, Childe)

Two posts in one day? I don’t know what came over me either lol

​​​​Kaeya

​​Despite his usual cool demeanor, Kaeya does find himself getting jealous over you from time to time

​​He doesn’t care per se about random men hitting on you at the Angels Share; he knows those men don’t stand a single chance with you

​​No, what often sparks his jealousy is when you give your attention to Diluc

​​Kaeya knows you aren’t doing it to get under his skin; you just simply got along with anyone and everyone. You also hoped to bring him and his estranged brother closer together somehow, and he couldn’t hate that you cared enough about him to try, even if it brought more tension than he’d like

​​But something about seeing you smile so sweetly at Diluc, laughing at whatever conversation you two were having, made his blood boil

​​He knows Diluc isn’t interested in you romantically, but he’s still stealing the attention from HIS partner

​​Even through his jealousy he would remain cool headed, which ultimately makes things worse. He’ll saunter up to you, sliding his arm around your waist and let loose quite a few pointed jabs at the tavern owner

​​Deep down Kaeya knows he’s just taking his jealousy out on Diluc, but he can’t find himself to care. Their sharp banter goes back in volley’s until Kaeya says something particularly hurtful. The only sign that his comment cut the red haired man deep is the twitch of his eye, a sign that does not go unnoticed by you or Kaeya

​​You all but drag him out of the Angel’s Share, apologizing profusely to Diluc for Kaeya’s “clearly drunken behavior” (an excuse you’re making on his part) before getting him home and scolding him, demanding to know what his problem was

​​He never really admits why he got jealous, he’s too busy staring at your lips as you’re scolding him. Mid lecture, he swipes his thumb across your bottom lip before capturing you in a heated kiss

​​It leaves you breathless and nearly makes you forget what you were even scolding him about, which is his goal. From there Kaeya begins channeling his frustration towards you, but in a more physically pleasing way

​​It’s in the afterglow as his limbs are tangled up with yours, holding you tightly against him as though you may disappear as quickly as the morning frost that you say “Tomorrow morning you’re going to apologize to Diluc.”

​​He can never get away with anything with you, can he?

​​

​​Childe (Tartaglia)

​​A jealous Childe is a bit of a terrifying Childe to say the least. He doesn’t know how to be casual about his jealousy

​​It doesn’t take all that much for him to get jealous, he can ignore a few flirtatious comments to an extent, but the minute someone tries to lay their hands on you his rationality goes out the window

​​He will practically stalk over to the person, a shadow falling across his face as he does. You recognize the sign of impending doom before the other person does, but your warning looks go unnoticed or ignored by them

​​By the time they realize Childe is standing next to them, it is too late. He is smiling politely, but there is an uncanny look to his face, the air around him seems to drop a few degrees in temperature

​​Childe does keep in mind that you hate bloodshed, but boy, is it hard to hold back. In lieu of absolutely obliterating them, he places a tight hand on their shoulder and says, “What business do you have with my significant other, comrade?”

​​His voice sounded cheery, but it has both you AND the stranger shitting bricks. They all but run off as you sigh with relief, soothingly rubbing Childe’s arm

​​Now that it’s just you two, he does a total 180 and turns into a complete pouting child (no pun intended)

​​He’ll basically be hanging off of you for the rest of the day, making sure everyone else got the hint that you were his

​​Let’s just say that later that night you’re in for a very fun time, as he still has pent up frustration that he wants you to help him with~

​​

[nkirukaj]

Deerly Beloved (8)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing;

Genre: ANGST/Fluff (& Humor!)

Word Count: 2K

8. Big Six

Two years.

That’s how long it had been since Voe had been redeemed. 

Someone had put over the papers and TV that the Radio Demon was now single, giving Alastor a bit of a new entourage of women. Following, winking, and flirting women that Alastor got tired of very quickly. Coincidentally, this was around the time when Alastor began to get very lonely. A feeling that, only a few years prior, he would have known nothing about; it was a constant tug of war between the frustrations and the desire for company. But he knew that there was only one woman who could help him in that department.

“Mimzy!” he hugs the shorter woman, bending down three-quarters of his height to do so

She hugs him back and laughs “Wow, you must really need something if ya calling me,”

He releases her and stands to his full height, placing his hands behind his back “I confess that I may have a bit of a motive, but it is only that I wish to see you,”

The blonde demon raises an eyebrow “Why?”

Alastor hesitates to answer, but MImzy puts her hands on her hips, waiting for a response “I have recently become a bit…starved for company, and I thought that maybe you could help me with that situation,” his grin is warm and friendly

“Ah ah ah, don’t lie to me, mister! With that group of women constantly on ya tail, don’t tell me you get lonely!”

“Those women…do not scratch the itch that I have dear,”

Mimzy pops her tongue “What about the other girl, the brown one?”

Alastor raises his eyebrow “I beg your pardon?”

“The redhead! Super jealous? The last time I saw ya, she was ready to scalp me! She not around?” 

Alastor’s grin remains, but his eyes turn solemn. “No,” is all he says

Mimzy grins with satisfaction “My my, must have taken a supernova to get her away from you! What happened?” 

Alastor’s grim falls slightly and he looks away from the woman for a moment “She’s just not,”

Mimzy looks at him with understanding “So she left ya, huh? What a crazy mistake for her to make! I say, if I would’ve been around, this never woulda happened ‘cuz ya never woulda been with the broad anyway-!”

“Will you help me or not?” He cuts her off

She tugs on his sleeve “Of course! What are friends for? After all the times you helped me? I owe ya one!”

Alastor guided Mimzy through the halls of the hotel, as she had never seen it since it had been rebuilt, drawing the eyes of some confused guests, such as Angel Dust.

“Wow, what happened to the ritzy slob factory?” Mimzy asked, staring up at the place

“It’s been rebuilt,” Alastor sticks out his chest as if he had anything to do with that.

As Mimzy looks around in awe, Angel approaches Alastor from behind “Uh, Smiles?”

Alastor slowly turns his head around 180 degrees “What?”

“I don’t think this is a good idea. Like, I know you miss Voe and all, but to fill her place with…her,” he points to Mimzy, “Is not the best way to go about it,” 

Alastor tilts his head, still facing backward in an attempt to freak Angel out “I do not recall asking for your opinion or your permission to do anything. In fact, I’m sure I did not,” he elongates his neck towards the spider “So I suggest you see to your business, spider,”

Angel jumps back slightly as Alastor snaps his neck back into place, turns his head back in the correct orientation, and ushers Mimzy up the stairs.

“These are the little ones,” Alastor tells his blonde friend

Mimzy approaches them “Look at them, they’re so cute! Names?” she leans down, staring at them

“The girl is Alyson, named after me,” his smile widens “And the boy is Vernon, named after…Vera,” he lets slip out

Mimzy stands up straight “Vera? Is that the redhead’s name? It always slips my mind, but I’ll remember that. Vera..”

Alastor remembered his promise to his wife, before she was his wife, that he would never call her Vera to anyone else. But then again, she had promised never to leave him, and it seems they both had broken promises to each other. Besides, if she was never to return, how would she know about the broken promise anyway? She was too busy up in Heaven, living it up with Angels and being better than everyone that she left down here with her mess. 

Alastor is snapped out of his thoughts by Mimzy literally snapping in his face “Alastor! What’s with you?” she asked holding Vernie

Alastor flinches forward a bit, instinctively reacting, knowing that Voe did not like when others held her children without her permission, but then remembering that she was no longer here to give her permission, he eases up.

“So where is Miss Redhead anyway? When did she leave ya a few months ago?” 

Alastor sighs “It’s been two years,” 

Mimzy blows out some air. “Two years? No wonder youse is lonely. I just can’t believe that she would leave behind these adorable little muchkins,” she boops Vernie on the nose “Especially that one,” she points to Aly. “Looks just like her,” She looks up at Alastor “Doesn’t that hurt? To see a reminder of her every day? I mean, what kind of wife would do that?” 

Alastor doesn’t answer, but Vernie puts his fingers in his mouth and then grabs Mimzy’s dress

“How cute,”

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“Dada!” called Alyson from the crib while Vernie lay down, staring

Alastor leaned over to address the little one “Yes, my dear?”

She grabs Alastor’s nose “Is lady coming?”

He pries the little fingers off of his face “Yes, Mimzy is coming today as well,” he assures her

“Mimmy?”

“No, it’s Mimzy. Pronounce it right,”

Alyson stares him directly in the eyes before repeating “Mimmy?”

Alastor rolls his eyes and fixes his coat; these few weeks had been satisfactory. Mimzy would come over at night, and they would play music for the children, and once the children fell asleep, they would knock back some whiskey.

They sat in the chairs on the opposite sides of the admittedly small radio station, downing shots like it was nothing. Mimzy taps her nails on her chair as they laugh, telling stories from when they were alive and trading tales from after their deaths. When the laughter dies down, Mimzy stares at him, her lids lowered along with her inhibitions.

“What?” He asks, his smile lazy and his hand under his chin

Mimzy’s index finger rims the shot glass as she speaks, “You’re a real catch, you know that?” she smirks 

Alastor waves her off “Oh come now,”

“You are, don’t try to deny it, mister.”

“Oh, I’m not denying anything,” his voice is a low growl when he says this, his lids lowering as well

She looks away from him and back “I just can’t believe how lonely you must be after Miss Redhead left ya. Still can’t believe that happened. She must have been planning this for forever,”

Alastor raises his eyebrow “Planning?”

“Yeah, redemption does happen in a day, cher! If she was trying to get redeemed, then she was planning on leaving you for however knows how long.”

Alastor sat and pondered this; he could recall specifically telling her that Heaven was not the place for her and her promising not to leave him behind. Were those just more of the lies? He could never tell with her. When he came back into the moment, Mimzy was standing in front of him, her finger on his knee and downing one more shot. She places the glass down next to his and grabs his hand.

“Let’s dance,”

Both of his brows rise “Excuse me?”

“Come on, handsome, let’s dance like we used to!” she takes some steps away from him and turns to look at him over her shoulder “Unless you can’t,”

“Are you challenging me?” his grin sparks up

“I do believe that I am unless you’re too old to keep up,” she turns to face him with a wicked grin on her face

Alastor stands to his full height and reaches down “Shall we?” with a wave of his hand, his radio turns up the music, jazz playing out of the speaker. He grabbed her hands as they shook and shimmied their bodies to the music.

“Let’s go out! Hit the town like we used to do!”

Alastor mulls it over “I suppose some fresh air could do me some good,”

“Yeah!”

Once they arrived at the speakeasy, Mimzy was lively and sprightly, while Alastor was certain he had made the wrong choice. The last time he had been to one was with his wife, and that’s the last memory he had of speakeasies in general. When Alasto reaches for another drink, a feminine hand takes the glass from him

“Slow down you big six,”

He looks up and sees a rabbit demoness with long, curly green hair “I’m sorry, do you know who I am?” his eyes flash black at the idea of being deprived of his drink

“I know exactly who you are; you’re the Radio Demon. But right now, you’re a bimbo with an edge,”

He recognized the slang of his day and smiled more invitingly “Alastor,” he introduced himself

“Willie,” she introduces herself back, winning the little game of tug of war for the glass, she downs it herself and and grins back at him “So are what the papers are saying true?” She asks while wiping down the glass “The Radio Demon carries a torch for a dame that ain’t around no more?”

He rolls his eyes “I suppose that it is,”

“Where is she then?”

“That is for me to know,” he leans over the counter

She puts her hands up “All right then, Mr. Radio Demon, tell me what you’d like me to know. Though I will say that I think that I know enough about you already,” 

Alastor raises his brow “Is that so?”She nods “What is it that you think you know?”

Willie smirks “Well, you’re here in a speakeasy, so that means you’re either from an older time or with someone from an older time, but you’re here by yourself, so I’ll go with the former.”

“I’m actually not here by myself,” Alastor smiles triumphantly

“Whomever you’re with left you here alone, so you clearly are confident navigating such an area,”  He closes his mouth after hearing that “You’re drinking a lot, so you’re trying to forget something, and you’re standing here talking to me when you could be killing me right now for taking your drink. So I’d say that you, Alastor, are awfully lonely,”

Alastor’s eyes widened at her ability to read him; it reminded him of- no, he shook his head. It wasn’t time to think of the past.

“And if you’re looking for company, then I can be of assistance,” she gives him a coy pout as he examines her face.

It was delicate, something soft-looking through the way she spoke, her voice low and gravelly, making her sound tough and rugged. She had light dust of white fur all over her arms and neck, presumably some on her legs and none on her face. Her white ears flopped out from the sides of her hair which he wondered if she had dyed or not.

“My hair’s not dyed by the way,” she answered his unspoken question that she probably guessed from the way that he was eyeing her. “I would’ve changed it but I hear colored hair is the cat’s meow nowadays,”

His smile turns up slightly, somewhat relieved to hear words and phrases from his time period being used correctly and not in a mocking way

“Indeed it is,” he slides another shot from under her watchful gaze and downs it

“My my, who is gonna be taking you home Mister?”

“I can get myself home just fine, my dear,”

“If you say so, ya dashing sheik,” she winks

[angelbitezzz]

Next one up: Day 6!

Short fic under the cut

"Oh! You wanna play basketball, Papyrus?"

"OF COURSE! THERE WASN'T A COURT BACK IN SNOWDIN, BUT FROM WHAT I'VE SEEN YOU ONLY NEED TO BE TALL TO BE SUCCESSFUL!"

The human on the picnic blanket snorts at his words, grinning and reaching a hand up in a grabby motion. Papyrus responds in kind and took her by the hand, pulling her to her feet.

"I guess you're right. But we can't just play by ourselves."

She casts a glance around to find their friends scattered in the park space they had set up on. Undyne speaks animatedly to Asgore, Sans is working the grill, and Toriel is fussing over getting sunscreen on her kid. Angel raises her hands to her mouth.

"AYO UNDYNE! WANNA PLAY BASKETBALL?"

Her head nearly snaps around 180 degrees at her words, a smug grin spreading across her face as she turns.

"WANNA LOSE?"

"Yeah, okay, whatever, GET OVER HERE!"

Undyne abandons her conversation with Asgore as she rushes to the court. The king merely grins fondly—not at all bothered at being left alone—and sidles over to the grill where Sans stands. Angel jogs over, taking an appreciative sniff of the food cooking and another appreciative look at the skeleton at work; his signature blue hoodie draped over a nearby bush in favor of his simple white beater shirt, exposing the bones of his arms, neck and collar area.

"What about you two? Basketball?"

"Oh no," Says Asgore, waving a hand. "I'm fine with cheering from the sidelines."

"What about you, bone man."

"ehhhh. last time i played, i stood around wondering why the ball kept getting bigger. then it hit me."

"Shut up!!! That's a total lie!" Laughs Angel, shoving him in the shoulder. "C'mon, you've been working hard at the grill this entire time, take a break!"

"not sure that counts as a break, pal. least this way i can stand around and look pretty. really making the best of my skillset here."

"SANS, IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR BONY BUTT OVER HERE RIGHT NOW, I'LL RELIEVE YOU OF YOUR STATION! FORCIBLY!"

"what, like, you'll take over the grill?"

"EXACTLY!"

Sans pulls his spatula closer to his chest, eyesockets narrowing slightly. The skeleton is lazy by nature, but the idea of his brother ruining perfectly good meats when they're almost done....

"fine, if you insist. just be warned, my dunking skills are the wurst."

"BUTT! HERE! NOW! AND WE BOTH KNOW THAT'S A LIE!"

"can you gimme a sec? it's almost—" "Not to worry, Sans. I can keep an eye on it for you." Asgore butts in, friendly as anything. Sans takes in the moment with a blank grin and gives up without a fight, handing the spatula over. Angel grabs him by the arm and tugs him towards the court.

"So do you really suck at basketball or are you just doing the lazy thing again?"

Sans just shrugs and grins, making her roll her eyes. By the time they've made it onto the court, Toriel has noticed everyone gathering and wandered over. She tugs up the sleeves of her t-shirt to expose more of her arms and smiles, flexing her (admittedly, pretty muscular) arm.

"Count me in! I could use the exercise!"

"Sweet! Teams are gonna be unbalanced, though..."

"NOT TO WORRY! I'VE ALREADY GOT IT FIGURED OUT!"

Papyrus pats Sans on the shoulder and puffs his chest.

"IT'S ME AND MY BROTHER (PLUS TORIEL) VERSUS THE REST OF YOU! BECAUSE LET'S BE REAL. UNDYNE COUNTS FOR SEVERAL MEMBERS."

"DAMN RIGHT!"

"Fair enough!"

Papyrus pulls out a basketball from somewhere, and the game begins. Immediately, Angel finds that, much like the many times she's had to play games with the monsters, things have very different rules. She's already not the most versed in sports—and she ends up spending most of the match watching Undyne and Papyrus go head to head with a ferocity she can only wish to match. And match she tries! It's hard being short in a basketball game, but stealing the ball can be easy if you're quick enough; and Angel is fast.

Then comes her first challenge—fucking Sans. Turns out the guy either used to play or is a very fast learner, because whenever she manages to get her hands on the ball, he's right there ready to snatch it.

"Dude!" Angel pants during a brief pause of the game, after a panicked confrontation that ended in the ball accidentally going haywire and into the nearby trees. "I didn't know I was playing with an athlete, Christ!"

"heh," Sans looks pleased, though something like sweat beads on his skull. "nah, i barely rim-member how to play, really."

"Terrible."

"you're smiling."

"Yep."

The game is on again. Angel gets lost in it, having too much fun to consider holding back. Life gives an opportunity—Only Papyrus blocking her way from the hoop. Brashly, in a move betraying her complete faith in her own terribly unathletic body, she rushes him. Time slows down. Papyrus crouches to ready himself to catch the ball, and she sees the answer so clearly, so so clearly...if she can push herself enough!

"oh shit—"

It's all the time Sans has left to speak before he reacts on instinct, reaching out with his magic and grabbing hold of her soul, hoisting her into the air on time with her jump. He hadn't really meant to help the enemy team—but a head-on collision with his giant ass brother would've left them both with bruises, and he hadn't even thought before using his magic to stop it. Well, the truly unhinged scene unfolds before them—Angel using Papyrus as leverage to push herself up, straining hard, until her hand hooks on the rim and the ball swishes through the net. Everyone gapes in awe. Sans drops his magic, but Angel stays on the rim, clutching tight as Papyrus stumbles and rights himself. There's a beat of silence before everyone starts laughing and cheering, wolf whistles from Undyne, clapping from Frisk on the picnic blanket. Angel laughs with them, and then another problem arises as her legs kick.

"Uh! Help me get down! I'm too high up!! Help! Help????"

[aza-writes]

Blood Red : Chapter 14

Doodles of Saturn

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF BLOOD AND VIOLENCE AND PAST SEXUAL ABUSE

Hell's Kitchen : 2016

Aleksandra's POV

A euphoric feeling lingers as I ride my bike to the meeting. I weave in and out of cars in a rush to get there, worried I'll crash if I ride on this high any longer. I've never had to ride my motorcycle or drive a car while my head remains stuck in this haze, but I kinda like it. I like the absence of worry and strategy; I like the recklessness.

Tonight's meeting is at the Ranskahov garage, where they stash their taxis. It's a typical meeting spot, unassuming. You wouldn't question a bunch of cars going into a garage. That would be a ridiculous thing to be suspicious of.  I'd almost feel bad for the idiot who thought, "Huh, I wonder why cars are going into a garage?"

I don't slow down as I navigate into the opening of the garage, allowing the ramp to pull me down even faster than I was going, adding extra adrenaline to my already excessive-high. My heart is going incredibly fast; I fucking love it.

My bike comes to a skidding stop, forcing all the momentum to stop at once and forcing my bike to turn 180 degrees to avoid crashing into something or someone. Besides the usual people at Mr. Fisk's meetings, there were also the people the Ranskahov brothers employ. Bloodstained water covered the ground and slowly drained.

More blood.

This night keeps getting better and better.

The smell is dull, diluted with water. It doesn't matter, though; blood is blood.

Even over the sound of the power washer the Ranskahov employees are using to get Anatoly's head bits off the door frame of the car, Leland's voice echoes throughout the garage. Even though he is a loud talker, I cannot fully grasp what he's saying. There's a soft ring in my ears that, combined with the power washer, drowns out the actual words he's saying. I know it's his voice. I know he's speaking, but I can't register anything.

As I approach the group of mobsters and drug dealers, I take the helmet off; my mask and hair are still intact. The instructions for the meeting said to keep the blood on my face, so I do just that. I'm not complaining; I get to ride out my high for longer and relish in a well-done job. My eyes scan the circle, acknowledging everyone I see.

There are so many mobsters in one room. Harsh faces that have or been an accomplice in a murder or assassination. Except for one. In a sea of drugs, sex, and crime, there's an angel sneaking glances and smiles at me.

Under my mask, I want to smile back and let him know I see him, too, but would we risk being in trouble? In the Red Room, we would be punished for anything that indicated a connection, romantic or platonic. We, of course, cared for each other, but no one knew what was a genuine connection or simply bonding because they were there. Although I don't want to, it's the ladder.

Maverick's face melts away all of the other thoughts in my brain. Nothing else matters right now. I've just met him, but I feel like I've known him for years at this point.

Why am I feeling like this? I have been around boys my whole life, yet he makes me feel something. He isn't just an object; he means something. Fuck, I must be going crazy.

The illusion of it being just us is quickly fading. Our reality crashes back as Leland continues to ask questions. Gao just giggles at him.

Leland looks me in the eyes and says something to me. I can't make out his words, but I can sort of read his lips. He repeats the word "look" several times, but he mumbles so much that I don't catch the rest.

His eyes dart to something behind me that shuts him up immediately. I push my shoulders back, making myself look more intimidating as Fisk's car pulls up.

Fisk's car is silent; if you weren't completely quiet yourself, you wouldn't be able to hear it.

Wesley steps out of the car first, straightening out his suit jacket. Not even a millisecond later, Leland starts to run his mouth again.

"Why aren't we meeting in the usual place? And what's all this?" He gestures to the bloody cars and garage.

"An opportunity," Fisk's voice echoes throughout the garage, controlling the conversation. "for those willing to seize it."

Madam Gao laughs again. I can't tell if she's crazy or just a bitch. She is my favorite out of the group, though. She finally speaks up.

"最后，我们看到了主销。是什么花了你这么久." (Finally, we get to see the kingpin again. What's been taking you so long.) Her voice is very cheerful, with a hint of sarcasm. She truly is my favorite mobster.

Wesley turns his head to Fisk, not making eye contact. "She's happy to see you." His voice is quiet like it always is. It has a false calmness; if you weren't familiar with reading people, you would think it's true. He tries so hard to behave how mobsters do in the movies, but it seems almost too natural to him. He's still wearing a mask, though; he's not born for this like Fisk.

"My apologies," He leaves a long pause in the middle of his sentence, "for my absence of late." His voice grows louder, and he becomes more controlling of the situation. "And for calling you here on little notice."

"Where are the Smiley Twins? Sleeping off another kidnapping?" Leland, who had no impulse control, decides to interrupt Fisk again. As silence hung for a moment, his eyes drifted to me, then back to Fisk. "What's with bloody over there?"

That sentence caught Maverick's attention. He looked up a bit at me, then put his back down and continued to write. My eyes had to stay focused on Leland, not allowing me to see Maverick's facial expression without looking. Is he disgusted with me? Ashamed?

"The Ranskahovs are no longer a part of this organization."

"Since when?" Leland's annoying little voice butts in.

"Since I removed Anatoly's head," the silence was deafening, "with my car door."

I take a sharp inhale, the memories of blood and carnage rushing back. My brain goes fuzzy again. Madam Gao's voice becomes distant again.

The smell of the blood from last night still lingers in my mind, mixing with the scent of the blood on my face now. I want to resist getting lost in my thoughts, I really do, but it's hard not to. My brain is hardwired, too. Not just psychologically but biologically and chemically, too. I'm fucked in the head on a neurological level.

I want to move my head and look at Maverick and see his reaction to everything. In meetings like this, I feel sick to my stomach seeing his reactions. Today's worse than the others; I've never had blood on my face and clothes before. I've never been on a blood high around him before.

He seems almost unbothered by the meeting and the topic being covered. He's unfazed by the blood, talk of murder, and the mobsters surrounding him.

I allow my eyes to drift up and down, analyzing Maverick; his head is down, taking notes. His sleeves are rolled up to just above his elbows, and his tie is a bit loose. The paper he's holding isn't very big, but big enough for me to make out some of the things he wrote before Fisk came. Several long math equations are scratched on the paper, and next to them is a little doodle of Saturn.

He doesn't belong here. I need to protect him.

I've never felt this instinct to protect towards someone before. I guarded who and when I was told to, not when I felt it was right. Protecting Maverick feels right.

My view of Maverick is eclipsed by Fisk. He towers over Maverick. Maverick isn't a small man, but he doesn't compare to Fisk's colossal build. Although the most dangerous mobster in New York is glooming over not just Maverick but Leland, too, he doesn't care. He is unfazed, writing notes, equations, and the occasional doodle.

"The masked vigilante killed his brother."

I can feel my eyes dilate, the spike in my nervous system is evident, but no amount of blood-struck euphoria will make me lose my composure in front of Maverick. He doesn't need to see me this way.

"At least that's what Vladimir believes."

All eyes in the room turn to me. Everyone, except for Maverick's. His nose is in the notepad. Scribbling and scribbling to the point he needs to flip the paper again. His fingers are diligent. His hands are flexed, making the veins and muscles on his arms stand out against his rolled-up sleeves. Such strong arms for such a delicate person.

"Did your little widow-monkey-blood-girl do it?"

I know what my role is supposed to be here; say something intimidating to play into the part I've been cast in. Even though my brain is screaming at me to be the bad guy, I can't do it.

"You think I wear his blood for full day?" I tilt my head slightly, staring deep into Leland's soul "I'm not a monster." I relax my voice, creating a haunting whisper. I'm doing my job, what I'm doing is enough.

"Weren't the Russians terrified of you? I wouldn't exactly call you an angel-"

"I thought she was? Russia's angel of death." Maverick's voice cuts through like a knife. All eyes going from me to him. "I did my research. I do my job."

"Little sh-"

"That's enough." Wesley's eyes. "We came here to hear from our employer. Let him speak."

Fisk continues talking, everyone's attention turns back to him; all but mine. My eyes stay on Maverick. His eyes linger for a bit on me before returning down to his notepad. He flips it again, but very few notes are on the page. The majority of it is taken up by a doodle of an ocean wave, but it couldn't keep my attention. The opposite side of the paper had delicate angel wings and a halo. But between them, a little heart.

• • • • • •

Masterlists

[luxxsolaris]

Victoria's Secret Rebrand and the Selkie example

This is something thats been in the works for over a year now- a lot of commentary surrounding the VS rebrand has focused on largely fatphobic and body exclusive critique which is not the perspective I believe should be taken towards criticism of the rebrand. This discussion will focus on the idea of the 'angel', why people are upset with the rebrand and why people SHOULD be able to critique it

The popularity of Victorias Secret has been declining to the point of near irrelevancy in the early 2020s after years and years of criticism for culturally offensive runways, fatphobia, problems with sizing, and pushing their models into severely disordered eating habits in fear of being dropped as ambassadors over half an inch of fat. Things got so bad for the brand that in 2021 they announced plans to change their concept entirely to a more subdued, low-key, neutral collection showcasing their new ambassadors and shifting focus onto the success of these women as opposed to their body type.

The brand of Victorias Secret has been predominantly centred around the fantasy of the angel- women so ethereally beautiful that brings a developed sense of elegance, seduction and glamour to their shows. Part of this desire to rebrand was to escape this idea of the male gaze and this male centred fantasy created by their runway shows in that these women were designed to be the 'perfect' woman oftentimes forgoing the actual opinions of what women wanted to see from the brand. This is where the critique of the new-wave VS collection begins.

Thousands of people have taken to tiktok to spread the entirely fatphobic rhetoric that the reason there has been such little support for VS even into their rebranding because they have abandoned the original idea of the angel.

This mindset that models for VS must adhere to a specific image of femininity is not only disrespectful to the women currently involved as brand ambassadors but to the very Angels they claim to defend as hoards of familiar VS Angels including Adriana Lima, Erin Heatherton and Bridget Malcolm have all come out and discussed the ways in which their modelling careers have affected their eating habits and body image, with Lima commenting (same article) that she would refrain from eating solid foods for nine days prior to a VS runway show.

To wish for Victorias Secret to be this unattainable display of the peak of feminine beauty and sexuality is to push the women involved to unhealthy extremes, damaging their bodies to the extent of chronic exhaustion and missing periods due to extreme weight loss . The push for body inclusivity was a desire to see beautiful women represented by all body types but also a movement to protect the women already involved in the agency and allow them to be and feel healthy and glamorous.

so what happened to the glamour? The recent 'my wings my way' campaign has received a lot of flack for its sense of casualness, embracing a new kind of natural beauty reminiscent of the pages from a 90s magazine as opposed to the high feminine glamour of the 2010s era. Similarly, the new VS collective underwear release has focused on more neutral, subtle styles with a large range of nude colours to appeal to all skin tones almost identical to the Dove body inclusivity campaigns from 2017.

These concepts are both beautiful in design, but the 180 degree turn from the original concept has left fans wondering if the iconic Look of the brand has been entirely abandoned upon its movement to become more inclusive to age and body type. It's a decision that has subsequently prompted more criticism, this time focusing on the ideas of 'why cant my body be glamorous?".

Why did body and age inclusivity mean that the ideas of femininity, glamour and angelic beauty had to be forgotten? Is VS sending the message that plus sized bodies are not sexy? Is this an attempt to cater to 'what women want' without actually acknowledging what women want (again)?

Natural beauty is a wondrous thing, it's something that everyone possesses and that needs to be celebrated- but thats not the point of Victoria's Secret. Brands are allowed to adhere to a certain aesthetic. Brands are allowed to have a target audience based on selling a specific type or style of clothing. Women appreciated VS garments for feeling glamorous and hyper feminine- what needed to change was the ranges of sizes they carried and the way in which the shows were run (and their intrusive in store measuring lets be real) to ensure that all women of all sizes and ages had the opportunity to experience that high feminine fantasy.

That's where Selkie comes into play. For the past two years selfie has presented absolutely phenomenal spring/summer collections at NYFW with models of differing shapes and sizes- and their 2024 collection featuring their first disabled model (whose name I have not been able see featured in any articles on the runway).

Selkie embodies what people wanted to see of a VS rebrand. Maintaining the essence of who the brand is- for VS as a hyperfeminine, classy and sexy underwear brand- and feeling that fantasy within inclusivity. The strive towards appreciating that all bodies are beautiful should not have to sacrifice the aesthetic of the garments and in such sacrificing the core audience who appreciated and anticipated their designs.

Selkie's work proves that all bodies are mystical and goddess-like and ethereal and embody the fantasy that their audience are attracted to. The angel can be fat or disabled or old and still be angelic. The fantasy of the angel is not held in body type or skin colour or age or ability but in the women who feel it. What was needed of VS was to allow women to feel their angelic fantasy instead of marketing it towards a male gaze through an unrealistic standard of the ideal woman. What was needed was allowing their models to feel beautiful instead of pushing themselves on strict food exclusionary diets to obsessively maintain their weight. Victorias secret needed a rebrand in conduct that didn't sacrifice the identity of the brand. Because let's face it, there was nothing wrong with a glitzy thong.

[darkpeacemusic]

Incorrect Creepypasta Quotes because y'all loved my slasher incorrect quotes

LJ: Hey, what are you reading?

Kate: This is my magic book where any ink spilled shows a scripture of the future, however it bears a curse making it broken, and as such in order to make any scripture appears, I have to do it myself.

LJ: Impressive! I must have it for myself!

Toby: So it’s just a Notebook?

Kate: It’s just a Notebook.

Masky: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things.

Hoodie: Hi, I’m ‘things’.

Hoodie: Is something burning?

Masky, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

Hoodie: Masky, the toaster is literally on fire.

Hoodie: Hopefully Jeff has learned a lesson about respecting other people's feelings.

Jeff: Oh, shut up and die Hoodie.

EJ: So, Masky and Hoodie.

EJ: According to this, you two are being accused of: Armed Robbery, Vandalism, Drug Abuse, Grand Theft Auto…

Masky: We had a bad day.

EJ: And… MURDER?!

Hoodie: It was a pretty bad day…

Ben Drowned: Jeff is so...

Toby: Annoying?

LJ: Cute?

Liu: Funny?

Slender man: Weird?

Ben Drowned: I don't know, maybe if y'all let me FINISH for ONCE IN MY LIFE, I'd tell you!

Hoodie: What is the big deal about borrowing money? I do it all the time! Sometimes, I even pay it back!

Jeff: I think my guardian angel drinks.

LJ: Can I have 2 straws with that milkshake?

Jeff: Aww-

LJ: With 2 straws, I can drink it double as fast!

Jeff: Let's just agree to both say we're sorry on the count of three.

Jeff: One... two... three.

Liu: ...

Jeff: ...

Jeff: See, now I'm just disappointed in both of us.

Masky: Do you want to know your gay name?

Hoodie: My... my gay name?

Masky: Yeah, it's your first name-

Hoodie: Haha. Very funny Masky-

Masky: *gets down on one knee* And my last name.

Hoodie: Oh- oh my god.

Kate: If we’re in trouble, just throw Jeff at the problem, and hope for the best.

Ben Drowned: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming?

Liu: Can everyone in this godforsaken group please learn the skill called "Think Before You Speak"?

Kate: Ya know... it might be.

LJ: Would anyone know any good vendors for professional-quality brass knuckles?

EJ: I know you’re serious, but you say the scariest shit sometimes.

Masky: Jeff got into a fight.

Slender man: That’s bad.

Slender man:

Slender man: Did they win?

Jeff: Liu, how could you possibly have gotten into this much trouble in one day?

Liu: It... It didn't take me the whole day...

Masky: Do you have a bobby pin?

Jeff: Yeah. *searches in their hair*

Jeff: Oh, no, wait. I’m not a nine-year-old girl.

Toby: Don’t go picking a fight with me. I could make your life difficult.

LJ, sarcastically: Wow. I wonder what it’d be like to have a difficult life.

LJ: I just watched Jeff jump off of a spinning chair. Luckily, they weren't hurt that badly. But the whole time, Ben Drowned was screaming for help, which caused Liu to run in to help Jeff. Just note that all of this happened in the span of six minutes.

LJ: Did you hear that!? Ben Drowned just threatened to destroy my lego AT-AT!

Slender man: ...You just threatened to kill them in their sleep.

Liu: Do you know the ABCs of first aid?

Toby: A. Bone. Coming out of the skin is very bad.

Toby: Who wants to make fifty bucks?

EJ: How?

Toby: I need someone to take the fall.

EJ: What did you do?

Toby: I can't tell you. Yes or no, no questions asked.

Slender man, from the other room: Oh my god.

Toby: ...

Slender man: OH MY GOD!

EJ: Make it a hundred.

Toby: Deal.

Hoodie: Here’s the cold medicine you asked for.

Hoodie: *dumps 3 shopping bags of wine on the table*

Jeff: ...Thanks.

Ben Drowned: sapnu puaS.

Masky: What??

Slender man: What language is that.

Ben Drowned: Turn your phone 180 degrees.

*Ben Drowned was removed from the groupchat*

[televinita]

Good Omens 2: the first 2 episodes

Watching w/ husband, who Does Not Binge, so I think it is probably gonna take minimum 2 weeks to finish the new season (love how I ignored season 1 for nearly a full year, casually looking at every post and gifset known to mankind in the meantime, and now I'm like NO SPOILERS, SPOILER LOCKDOWN, TELL ME NOTHING. the lack of press has allowed me to exist in a state of truly knowing only what was shown to me in the one (1) trailer).

That said, it means you get Thoughts!

Crowley's AUUUGH GABRIEL! scream is the funniest thing ever

A close second is "there! no one even noticed that tiny fraction of a miracle" / *jump-cut to: alarms blaring with flashing red light*

I'm so bored with the coffee shop ladies already

Beelzebub is still disgusting

Awww at soft!Crowley the Angel. He is literally mesmerized by the beauty of the world (or at least the process of creating it).

Orange-Cat-Level Himbo Gabriel* in general is also proving extremely entertaining. (*aka Jim, "Short for James. Long for Gabriel.")

Crowley "literally smoking" and then exploding lightning bolts everywhere: 👍

I'm SO CURIOUS what is going on! But no, I shan't, I shan't look at ze spoilerz.

EPISODE TWO

Oh my god I love this show's flashbacks so much. Even when they feel more blasphemous than usual, so I have to ask Google what the story of Job is and then have to retract my statement because "oh. all righty then. did in fact make a bet with Satan in canon exactly like that." (also canon: Bildad the Shuhite, an old friend)

Husband and I as the cute lil' goats are zapped: NOOOO! Husband and I as it turns out the goats were just transfigured: WOOOOOO!

Youngest child's enthusiasm to be turned into a lizard (specifically a blue one): aces

Ty as the wildly spoiled and disdainful eldest child? Perfection.

Jane Austen's long list of wild activities, and Crowley's patent disbelief that she also wrote books. "Jane Austen? That Jane Austen? an author?? well, good for her."

My shipping meter in episode one: (silence) My shipping meter when Aziraphale starts crying about being basically a demon now and is fully distraught about having betrayed his purpose, and Crowley's sunglasses barely hide the adoration beaming out of his eyes because Aziraphale is the most pathetically adorable being in the universe: FWIP! (arrow slams 180 degrees from "cold" to "scorching"

Husband declared this his favorite episode of the series so far, including season 1.

[ciralys]

It always starts with a soft kind of ‘fiewww’. Just a little, fluttery sound.

Zachariah knows it will be his demise.

There are no therapists in Heaven but soon there’ll be such a need that some angels will have to buckle up and make it their job – maybe those from the Eden Supervision Department, it’s been a few millenia, God knows what they do all day (scratch that, She might not). So you might just say: there are no therapists in Heaven yet.

Because then the ‘fiewww’ gets louder, becomes a ‘fiEWWW’ then a “oh hello, there” then a “didn’t see you there, pal”. Yeah man, fair enough, I must’ve been so hard to spot in that huge fucking empty corridor. Nothing but white walls in a five miles radius, albeit with sometimes the nice addition of Saraqael squinting menacingly from a distance.

So that’s the point when you must turn and smile politely. “Pleasure, Chief Executive Manager Crowley. How are you?”

Although by now Zachariah mostly does a 180 degrees turn on the white floor (squeaak) and blurts “hi”. You don’t want to make the moment last.

Then the man smiles at you behind those terrible, ominous black glasses. His hoverboard is wobbling, as if to notify you that he can and will come roll over you any minute. Or at least make you retreat until you disgracefully hit the wall and start crying. Zachariah knows someone did that once. Might have been him.

“So are your tasks coming along well?”

And that is just the worst, isn’t it? Cornering you alone for a random checkup, smiling like a manic, holding a clipboard. A clipboard. Chief Executive Manager Crowley invoked material matter in the sole purpose of looking intimidating.

It works.

“Yes, sir.”

“Fantastic. There is a meeting in a few moments.”

Of course. Of course, there is.

Gabriel was terrible. He would smile with way too many teeth visible, mightily clap you on the back for no identifiable reason, and wink at you as if you somehow shared a bond (you didn’t) and he wanted to deepen it (physically painful thought, that. No-go zone).

But new boss Aziraphale wants to do things ‘right’. Asks for input or whatever. And so he holds meetings. With everyone, together. Then with everyone, individually. He wants to know what they think, what they’d like to do, what Future they envision for Heaven and for his little planet Earth. Zachariah likes Heaven, doesn’t care about Earth, and simply wants to walk around in corridors without the fear of that ‘fiewww’ sound manifesting behind him. And without having to attend so many bloody meetings.

He’s fairly certain that everyone would have started calling in sick, if Chief Executing Manager Crowley didn’t bully them into attending.

Sometimes, Zachariah can’t help but think Gabriel was actually not so bad.

(So @twilightcitysky asked for someone to write it so I did bc hoverboard!crowley is cracking me up)

Crack AU where Crowley goes to heaven and acts as Aziraphale's assistant. This is a horrible idea and would be absolutely awful but if we ignore all the realistic implications of it, it has endless comedy potential! Have some dumb doodles

[bills-bible-basics]

THE FDA, NEURALINK AND ELON MUSK

As some of you may know, the FDA approved Neuralink’s BCI chip in May of 2023. The acronym BCI stands for Brain Computer Interface. It is my understanding that Neuralink is now working with their second volunteer.

On the X platform, Elon Musk says that he envisions hundreds of people having a BCI chip within a few years, and then thousands of people some years later, and eventually millions of chipped people.

In my view, transhumanists like Ray Kurzweil, Kevin Warwick and Elon Musk are playing with fire. It is a very slippery slope which can be used for good or evil.

Of course, these people always promote the benefits of using their technology, such as the same was done with Digital Angel and VeriChip years ago.

What is interesting is that in recent years, Musk has made a 180 degree turn in his thinking. Not too long ago, he used to warn against AI and related technologies.

Now he has a “if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em” attitude because he is apparently afraid that if society doesn’t embrace these technologies, the technology will one day soon be superior to us, and perhaps even enslave us as inferior beings.

HEY! Wait a minute! Haven’t I seen some famous sci-fi movies about that?

😀😂🤣😆

Article: "Robot Wars and Skynet: Is Sci-Fi Becoming Our Reality?":

https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/robotwar.html