#anyway just a funny thing to think about. it would be so fun if it existed but i'm not the one who's going to take on that challenge

[laura1633]

I had to write something after hearing Crane suggest Max wear a ball gag to the first press conference of the year. It's just something short and silly but here it is. (1281 words)

“Charles, quick here, help me with this!”

Charles makes a peculiar squeaking sound as he finds two hands on him dragging him away from the direction he was heading and down a corridor. The Monegasque is just about to start kicking and screaming when he realises that it is Max who is currently manhandling him. 

“We don’t have much time” Max holds something up in his hand. And Charles - , well Charles has to do a double take because -

“What the fuck is that?” Charles stares straight at the item. There’s no real need to ask what it is because it is quite clearly a ball gag. The real question is why Max is holding it up menacingly seconds before they head into a press conference. 

“I was talking to Seb,” Max appears a little frustrated at the delay Charles is causing by wanting an explanation, “and he said that if I really want to make a statement about these new rules then perhaps the best statement would be silence….”

“Seb said to wear a gag?” Charles raises an eyebrow as he gives Max a curious look. He supposes that does sound a little like something Seb would suggest.

“Well no not exactly,” Max’s lips curl upwards into a grin, “The gag was my idea. Good right?”

“You know you’ll probably end up in the stewards room for this?” Charles’ heart rate spikes as Max impatiently thrusts the ball gag into his hands. 

“I will end up in there anyway!” Max smirks, “May as well have some fun first.” 

Charles finds a lot of things fun. Hanging out with friends. Skiing. Hiking. Music. Something. Anything other than stepping out in front of the world’s media in bondage gear. Clearly him and Max have different ideas of what is considered fun. 

“Are you going to help me or am I going to have to do it myself?” Max huffs.

“I can help,” Charles tuts rather defensively. Of course he is capable of placing a gag into Max’s mouth and be completely normal about it.

Completely. Utterly. Normal. 

“Cool,” Max opens his mouth wide. Ready, waiting. 

And suddenly it doesn’t feel quite so funny because Charles’ hands are getting sweaty and his heart is about to break free from his ribcage. He doesn’t really have much choice though, he can’t exactly run away, so the Monegasque reaches out and tentatively places the ball gag directly into Max’s mouth and watches as the Dutchman wraps his lips around it.

It looks -, fuck it looks hotter than it has any right to. 

Max makes a soft humming sound of approval and turns around to let Charles fasten the back. 

This is absolutely not what Charles imagined he would be doing moments before the first press conference of what could be a pivotal season for him.  He has no idea how he is going to answer questions about Ferrari’s championship potential or the impact of the arrival of Lewis when he has Max sat next to him like this. 

Charles gets the gag properly fastened and is pretty pleased with his handiwork. It’s not too tight but it’s secure enough that it’s not going to fall out.

Max makes a muffled sound that goes immediately to Charles’ dick and the Monegasque tries his best to think unsexy thoughts. It’s bad enough Max is going in there with his mouth stuffed, Charles absolutely can not accompany him with a hard on.

“You ready to go?” Charles gets a gentle nod in return as Max rather dutifully follows him through to the room. 

And just as Charles had anticipated, the whole room erupts with noise. There’s raucous laughter and excitable chatter along with a few gasps and most significantly of all a blinding amount of flashing cameras. Within minutes there will be photos all over the internet of Max with his mouth held open and lips plush around the silicone ball.  

“Everything okay Max?”

Charles watches as Max gives the reporter a thumbs up and then slinks down on the couch casually. Like this is any other press conference. Like there isn’t the smallest amount of saliva already dripping from behind the gag. 

There is though. 

Charles is close enough to see it dripping around the sides. By the time they are done here Max will likely be drooling helplessly. Wet. Messy. Filthy. 

Fernando looks endlessly amused. Ollie looks shocked but then giggles along nervously. Charles is - , well in truth Charles is turned on.

“Max why don’t you tell us what you think your chances are of retaining your championship this year? 

Charles turns to his right and watches Max shrug and then make a ‘so-so’ action with his hand. It’s enough to earn him another round of laughter from everyone.  Everyone apart from Charles who has to force a smile on to his face. 

Max fidgets a little in his seat. Charles can’t help but wonder what the Dutchman is thinking, whether he is regretting it, whether he is enjoying it. 

The Dutchman tries to swallow down the spit that is clearly building in his mouth. Charles hears the wetness of it. Sees more drool starting to escape down the sides, glistening under the lights. Max doesn’t look embarrassed though, he is just staring out ahead. Charles isn’t sure he has ever seen someone look so submissive and dominant at the same time. Gagged but in control. 

“Max is this some kind of statement regarding the new rules and penalties?”

Charles tries not to groan as he hears Max make a murmured sound from behind his gag. It’s completely incomprehensible, obviously, but the helplessness of the sound makes Charles’ dick twitch.  Again everyone in the room chuckles. And once again Charles has to force a smile on his face whilst also discreetly trying to readjust himself so his semi is not quite so obvious. 

There must be other people finding this a turn on. Charles can’t be the only one. Except maybe its because Charles can hear Max trying to breath around the intrusion. Maybe its because he can hear the muffled sounds and the slurping of spit. Maybe it’s because he can see the stretch of the lips and the way Max’s throat muscles are contracting each time he swallows. Maybe its because Charles is the only one thinking about what else Max could be gagging around right now. 

Charles has no idea what answers he gives to any of the questions thrown his way. In fact Max is probably making a lot more sense than he is. The Monegasque jumps up the second he is allowed to leave and immediately turns his back to the audience of journalists so they can’t spot the rather obvious bulge in his pants. 

Max follows him closely out of the room and is quick to remove the gag. The Dutchman starts gently massaging lightly his own jaw and wiping the excess of drool up. His cheeks looked flush, red all along the cheekbones, his eyes are sparkling tough. Excitement. 

“I think you shocked them,” Charles tries to look normal about the whole thing, “I don’t know whether you are a genius or an idiot.” 

“Perhaps both,” Max shrugs. 

“I can’t believe you bought a ball gag just to wind them up,” Charles’ gaze drops to the gag, it’s soaking wet, “What the hell are you going to do with that now?”

Max laughs and shakes his head. 

“I didn’t buy this for them,” Max smirks as he meets Charles’ gaze, “I had it at home. It’s going straight back into my collection.”

Charles stares blankly as Max winks and then saunters off swinging his ball gag in his hand. 

[miyuka1709]

Good afternoon!...

Anyway here's a cute little Cold, and some pen-tasting.

Pretty great stuff.

(There's a pretty long rant ahead about an STP swap AU!!!!!)

I think it's so interesting that there are 5 very different Princesses in the Stranger; I heard from somewhere that their names are The Hopeless, The Sinister, The Snide, The Kind, The Blank.

I imagine it'd be fun if a swap AU implemented those Princesses as "bases" based on the first thing the player says upon being told about the cabin and the Monster.

I mean Voice of the Sinister could be like Nightmare and Tower. She might appear when you first say the "Sweet I've always wanted to off a monarch!" Dialogue in the base game? It'd just be "I've always wanted to off someone!" Instead maybe cause TLQ isn't a monarch and it's definitely pretty sinister to just outright say that.

Voice of the Snide would be like Prisoner/Sharp Princess. Could be a "Why would I listen to you?" "Have you ever considered that I'd be okay with the world ending?" defiant type voice.

Voice of the Kind is obviously Damsel/Soft Princess. "What if he's going to end the world BECAUSE he's locked up?" Or smtg like that, morality talk and whatnot.

Voice of the Hopeless could just be.. Broken? But a girl, I guess? I'm not sure what she'd say but it's something that Broken would say - like "What's the point of doing this? The world will end one day anyway."

They sound so cool and I'm sure anyone can work with that, but Blank Princess? That could probably happen if we outright try to leave like in Stranger so the Monster can't perceive us.

But what would she say? Would she act or speak like Cold? She'd generally have minimal opinions, wouldn't she? Would having her even change anything? Would she be completely pliable or changeable? Would she be like Opportunist, but sincerely ever-changing and not just for self reason? Is she just a shell and says things just for the sake of it like Deconstructed Damsel? Would she just follow along the Princess as the main character and mirror her actions? Would she be as moldable as we (Princess) are to TLQ?

Again, I think the "Base Princesses" might work really funny if they were a byproduct of SOLELY your first ever choice in the narrative, and it sticks, and they act like Voice of the Hero who accompanies you throughout the entire run.

So instead of having different TLQs, you get different You's at the final Heart scene? That's a pretty funny concept to think about - but it sounds like it'd be painful to work with in a game because you'd have to make all the routes compatible with each of the 5 Base Princesses and make it not feel too clunky or too different.

I'd honestly want to write or plan a whole thing with this kind of story, the only problem is I don't know how to make the Narrator want to kill TLQ.

The Echo's literal purpose is to get rid of change and death with it while leaving a sliver of TSM in TLQ so the world could still move along and people could have lives that aren't completely stagnant and devoid of growth and change.

Would this swap-Echo's job be to protect TLQ and tell the Princess/Player to save him? Or would His view change entirely so He'd oppose TLQ by saying"The world will be doomed to eternal stagnancy"?, instead of death, would he be afraid of the constant and stillness? Why would he want to rid the world of it specifically? I'm really not sure.

Just a little idea I had, y'know!.. phew, I didn't mean to write a whole thing but yeahh..

[stevecore]

random shit keeping me up at night:

steve has no plans other than working at family video for the rest of his life until he randomly goes with eddie, jeff and garet to la to check out some shady record deal they've been offered, because being a formerly wanted criminal and survivors of the infamous hawkins town disaster doesn't hurt your cred as a metal band. all ozzy did was bite the head off one little bat.

they've sent out a handful of tapes and some actually get picked up, even though everyone wants money just to take a meeting. steve is planning to plant his pretty ass down on venice beach for a week and do fuck all when he's approached by an excited looking punk girl asking if he's ever acted, modelled, anything? he has a look. he has the look for a project she's working on, she's co-director, would he be interested?

which is how steve harrington end up playing one of the lead roles as an undead jock in the worst b-rate horror flick you've ever seen. the kind that gets passed around at parties as joke. robin makes fun of it for the rest of his life, but he's the best thing in it and it puts him on the map. he's got natural charm and comedic timing, and the fact that he's basically playing himself and everyone adores working with him keeps landing him bigger roles.

meanwhile eddie cannot believe his awesome scream king boyfriend and the fact that he's casually hanging out with some of eddie's heroes. he's filming with john landis. cronenberg wants him for project. barbara crampton gushes about working with him. steve didn't even know who half these people were, is an unrepentant romcom fanboy. when asked by fangoria who he'd like to work with in the future he says john hughes, and everyone thinks its a really funny joke. only eddie knows how much of a dweeb steve really is.

corroded's kind of dead in the water at this point, but they've got a solid first album and steve is pretty close with the director he's working with at the moment, and the film is in development mainly off of steve's typecasting anyway. so steve is like "sammy, what about a psychadelic metal concept album running through the entire film?" and eddie's like "did you just call sam fucking raimi 'sammy'?" and sam is like "sure, set something up" *shrugs and goes back to writing about a demonic witch cult that steve's unassuming quarterback has to fight off with a cursed bible and a nail bat in a small town in iowa (some of which is steve's idea, thank you very much, its a collab for the ages)*

corroded coffin's soundtrack ends up a success, and much later a lauded cult classic. they get signed by someone who doesn't work out of a basement. steve is a hit, and its the first time he sees this many people dressed as a character he played for halloween, which is a trip. dustin sends him a pic from a party at his college wearing his now iconic letterman jacket and the bat and steve has genuinely never been as proud of anything he's worked on.

he lands a tiny part with about two lines as 'guy who gets face eaten' in a john carpenter film and john falls in love and makes him kurt russel's younger brother in a lovecraftian story about a a mysterious extraterrestrial force unleashed during a solar eclipse. eddie munson shakes kurt russels hand for about ten of the wildest seconds of his life at the premiere party. he'll score a song for john years later, and john will remember how much of a hyper fanboy he'd been that night and enough time will have passed thats it funny.

steve takes him to dinner with bruce campbell, who likes to call him kid apparently while steve tells him to fuck off, hes 8 years older and a dick, and apparently this is some injoke between them. eddie is dating a dude that has injokes with bruce campbell. eddie barely eats the entire time, just keeps about half a billion questions about every minute detail of evil dead to a minimum and lets the guy breathe. he's pretty sure bruce knows they're together, even though they dont go around announcing it, and he seems cool. he signs an autograph that eddie only feels a little mortified about asking for while steve rolls his eyes.

and steve is like i dont understand why me being a kickass point guard for three years didnt do shit for you but getting sprayed by a fuckton of fake blood in this terrible stephen king adaptation impresses you but ill take it.

eventually eddie composes a couple of songs solo for a scifi that does reasonably well and just leans fulltime into scoring. as a personal favor, john and him chainsmoke their way through a few collaborations on eddie's first and final solo record in the late 90's. it's indisputably his best work, and he tells steve he can die happy now.

they're just an adorable little horror power couple and i live for it

[magicanddragonsgalorebookclub]

ONYX STORM SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!!!

So fun fact about this book club blog - I created it because of Onyx Storm. I had just finished the book and the one girl who I knew was reading the series was ghosting me, so I was harassing my mother (as one does) and she suggested what became this.

Anyways. Needless to say, I have many thoughts and questions for the future of these characters.

I need more information about Brennan and Naolin. I really thought we were going to get more concrete answer and this book and then we didn’t (except for the mention of Brennan’s first love who was a rider a year or two older than him, which I was THRILLED about, but I want answers)

The obvious question: who is the brother at the very end? I am very much so in the camp of it being Bodhi, but I can be convinced otherwise

I need more bonding between Imogen and Violet because I feel like everyone else Imogen was close to is either dead/venin/Garrick (who is missing)

Capital Q Question: how is Violet going to handle her second signet? Xaden mentions that it’s a form of inntinsic, so it’s not like she can just tell people that it manifested, but people are going to question what her second signet is. Is she going to explain it off as her not manifesting a second signet because Andarna broke the bond? But then she showed up again, so that complicates things. I don’t know, but I guess we’ll see.

…This last thought scares me so much.

We’ve seen with Jack Barlowe that venin riders can have their bond with their dragon broken without them dying. This means that Xaden and Sgaeyl could theoretically break that bond without Xaden dying and this thought relies on Sgaeyl also not dying, but that’s a little more up in the air. So. Xaden and Sgaeyl’s bond is broken and both of them are alive. Does this mean that Xaden could theoretically die (in book five, I highly doubt that he would die in book four) without Violet also dying? I really don’t think that Rebecca Yarros is going to kill Violet, but Xaden doesn’t have the plot armor of the chain reaction death thing anymore and that SCARES me.

Slightly less worrisome follow up question though - what’s going to happen with Sgaeyl? She and Tairn can’t be separated for too long, so either she’s going to stay with Xaden and then just randomly pop up every week or so to say hi (TBD if Xaden would be with her or not, I truly do not know what Xaden’s going to be doing in book four) or she’s going to break the bond with Xaden and just fly around with Violet which, as much as that breaks my heart, I think it would be funny if Violet just ended up with three dragons following her around

I have many more thoughts running through my head (I’m already re-reading the book via audiobook), but that’s all for today.

[statementlou]

ZAYN'S FIRST TOUR I can’t believe it’s over guys… like not only my shows, but also the WHOLE TOUR, it’s like a double punch, that was so fucking fun!! But also it’s just the fucking start, by the end he was having so much FUN, we’ve really got him hooked and cleansed of his demons now yall, it is ON and I’m so excited. It was weird having tickets first to the opening show of the whole tour, and then it got changed to somewhere in the middle, and then it got changed again to the LAST two shows of tour, a whole rollercoaster, and not getting the opening show after all was disappointing but in the end I loved getting to go to the end of it. I loved watching the lives- starting out saying, oh I’ll just watch the first one probably, but then it was so good and he ended up being so much fun that I just didn’t want to miss a thing, and the change from start to finish… honestly mind blowing. I went on the first SF night with fellow livestream gang girlie @justanothershadeofblue but also with @uhoh-but-yeah-alright and @homosociallyyours who had not been watching the lives or videos at all, didn’t know the setlist, etc, and seeing him up there just ON FIRE, yelling and bouncing and chatting, so outgoing and excited and comfortable laughing and teasing and playing off the crowd and hitting every mark… I could say to them, wow at the beginning he was so nervous and awkward and mumbly and would mess up and have to be like oh uh can we restart that song all the time and didn't interact with the crowd at all, this is really different, but how can anyone really believe that when he’s just owning the space and yelling FUUUUCK YEAH!! every couple minutes at the top of his lungs?? Incredible!! The BLOSSOMING we've witnessed these last few months has been a fucking gift, for real, I'm so proud and happy for him.

Anyway more specific show thoughts: I danced and waved my arms around like an absolute idiot the whole time it was great, he was SO FUNNY and fun, the energy feedback loop of him getting so excited by us being hype and it feeling so good to make him so happy and getting even more hype, SO FUN, I loved that he seemed to be genuinely excited by the idea of San Francisco for whatever reason even if he did call it San Fran about 8000 times like a giant nerd, like I’m very lucky to live somewhere where I get to see them at all but after how Harry and Louis for example play out in the outlying areas and plus treat Bay Area shows as an afterthought to deal with on their way to LA it felt really nice, and I also felt super blessed to get to go to the end of the zour because although throughout he had struggled some with learning to sing SO MUCH AT A TIME without losing his voice (Zayn HIRE HELENE) and had to be conscious of that, on that final night he didn’t have to worry and just went for it and it was EVERYTHING, and! Most important of all! Even though at least for me I think night one was superior on night two the most important thing of all happened, something I will treasure forever even though I didn’t get it on video and didn’t even realize what I was experiencing until right after it happened: I, bander, was in the room when Zayn Malik said my favorite Zayn Malikism of all time right there in front of my salad, I experienced the beloved WHOOPSEH DAISEH with my own two ears!! So grateful, so zlessed, life is good! He also said vas happening but idk what to tell you, I’m a whooseh daiseh girlie forever I loved every minute of this tour, and can’t wait for the shows coming up, and also the circumstances were so shit and it doesn’t make Liam’s death any less tragic nor have I forgotten: but I am really glad that as a fandom we got something nice and fun and happy during this time, we really needed that. Was thinking last night though about how when we got the tickets for this Megan and I were like holy shit we never thought Zayn would tour, now we really will get to see 5/5 playing solo shows together, we’ll just need to go see Liam sometime after this…. it’ll be 4/5 forever now. But not the 4 you would have guessed a year ago, and I am truly happy for Zayn that he's been able to feel the joy of performing again, and in a lot of ways probably for the first time it's been like this.

[iwritejustforfun]

Coconut scented ꩜ .ᐟ (part 2)

part 1 👈

part 3 👈

Chishiya Shuntaro x reader

Word counts: 1.2k

Summary: Reader was a hairdresser back in the normal world, when she met Chishiya, she was determined to take care of his hair.

Warning: The second part of this series. It’s a whole lot of fluff, just declaring Chishiya’s feelings for you. I used different colors to distinguish each character’s words.

Writer's note: English is not my first language so i'm extremely sorry if my grammar is not correct, feel free to correct me, thank you and enjoy 🫶

It's not wrong to say that Chishiya slightly regrets not stopping Kuina from instilling confidence in you, because the way that you’re walking around in that tiny bikini is driving him crazy. Luckily for him, that doesn’t happen too often, you still want to protect yourself from crazy perverts – like Niragi, to be exact. But the thing is, it's not just the fact that you're wearing a bikini that distracts him, it’s everything that you do. He can’t pinpoint the exact moment when everything changed, but now, every word, action, and smile of yours makes his heart flutter. He can’t help the feeling of wanting to get closer to you.

But what drives him even crazier is the fact that he had never felt these feelings before with any other woman, so why you? Even though in the back of his mind, he knew that he was falling in love, because that is how love is, you can’t control it, nor you can control who you fall in love with. But he just can’t bring himself to accept it. He’s in denial that the cold hearted Chishiya is developing feelings, he didn’t want to feel attached to anyone, especially in the Borderlands – where anyone could die tomorrow. Although that man is overly confident in his intelligence, he suddenly became stupid in love.

He had tried to stay away from you, but never succeeded. Occasionally, he still lets you take care of his hair, and he would always console himself with the fact that he only does it because you’re really good at your job (not because he actually loves the way you touch him).

And now, you’ve gained a new hobby, which is practicing makeup on Kuina. Every night you two would leave him behind and hide in the room to have your own fun, doing makeovers and putting up fashion shows with the variety of clean bikinis that you found. The truth is, the two of you did invite him, you said something about how makeup would suit him really well, but he pretended not to be interested, because he don’t think he could control himself if you get that close to him. Until one day, you both managed to lure him into being your judge for your little show. You and Kuina will compete to see who gives the other person the best makeover.

You are the first one to show off your skills, a few days ago you found a sailor hat along with a really cute sailor bikini laying around, it must be one of The Hatter’s kink (ew), but you decided to wash and keep it anyway because you know it’ll suit Kuina really well. You make her change into the bikini, then take off her pony tail and turn her dreads into low pig tails so you’ll be able to put the hat on her. For the make up, you gave her thick eyeliners with a blue under eye that matches her outfit, then you draw on a tiny anchor on her right cheek and finishes it off with a red lip. Damn, you’re so proud of your work, she is drop dead gorgeous, you’re for sure going to win this.

Next it was Kuina’s turn. Now some people might mistake her for an absent-minded person, but she is actually quite sharp. She knew that Chishiya has a big fat crush on you, and it’s so funny that someone as perceptive as you can't figure it out, cause come on, he makes it so obvious. So with this opportunity, she has decided to mess with him. And lucky for her, the day before she found a leopard print bikini in the unused pile, it was tiny - perfect.

Saving the best for last, she starts with your make up, deciding to give you smokey eyes with some freckles, brown lip liner and gloss. Then she tops it off with some chunky gold jewelry that she had collected around The Beach. For the hair, she just let you wear it down. Satisfied with her work, she thrusts the bikini into your hands and pushes you into the bathroom to change.

When you took a good look at the bikini, you were shocked at how small it was, so you called out to her – “Kuina, this is tiny!!! I can’t wear this!!!”

“If you don’t then you’ll just have to admit your defeat” - she challenged, knowing that you're a competitive person.

At first you were hesitant, but thinking that you could show off to Chishiya, you confidently stepped out, wanting to see what his reaction would be. And let me tell you, that man’s eyes almost fell out, jaw dropped to the floor. Damn, you have him in a chokehold, he’s so thankful he had agreed to this. He wishes that you could always dress like this, but then again, it’s not really a clever choice in this environment (and it’ll be a big distraction for him).

So without any hesitation, he chose Kuina as the winner, his reasoning was because he likes cat. That is such a stupid excuse, but he doesn’t give a fuck, you look good and he isn’t going to lie about that.

Kuina jumped for joy when she knew she won. But you were not buying it, you outfit was AMAZING, how could you lose??? “I want a rematch” - you said, with a displeased look.

“Chishiya, let me do your make up”

“What?”

You then walk over to him and push him down on the bed – “I’ll show you that you’ve made the wrong decision”. Without saying another word, you climb on top of him and strangle his body in between your legs, making him sit still.

Oh, this is going to be interesting.

He tries resist a little but is now pinned down by your body, he could clearly feel the way your skin was rubbing against him, making the blood rush straight to his …ahem… so he stops moving, afraid that if you push down any harder you’re going to be able to feel him.

He is now completely at your mercy.

So you pull out your make up bag again and begin your revenge. You decided to give him smokey eyes that matches yours and cat-eye eyeliner to enhance his sharp gaze. Then you put on some light contour and blush to make him look absolutely snatched. Finally, you finish off his look with a pink-ish gloss and accentuate his beauty mark. Done, you then give him the mirror so he can admire your work.

When he saw his reflection, his jaw dropped, even Kuina standing next to him was surprised. Damn, you have done a really good job, he has never looked so fabulous in his life, and he can’t even deny that he’s feeling himself. So with a nod from Kuina, he admitted that he made the wrong decision, you are the true winner.

As soon as that was said, you cheered in joy. You were celebrating your victory when you realized that you were still sitting on top of Chishiya, so you awkwardly cleared your throat and quickly moved away from him, but still continued to celebrate your victory, making him instantly miss your touch.

But when he saw how happy you were, the way you playfully teased Kuina and how your bubbly laughter instantly lit up the room, he knew. He knew that he couldn’t push back his feelings any longer, he’s long been lost in your eyes, captivated by your lips and lovely smile, never wanting to escape. He can feel himself painfully yearning for you, and he will willingly do anything, anything, to be able to call you his.

You have to belong to him.

[user947468]

The Game Within | Chishiya Shuntarou Fanfiction

Originally posted on ao3! @user951250

Chapter 1/30

Prompt ; You get trapped in a TV show, dedicated to stick by the rules of the game you hid in the shadows, watching from a distance, acting clueless. But what happens when your also being watched?

Chapter 1:

The rain finally stopped after three days- which would have been even more enjoyable if it lifted two days ago before your spades game- but still, you appreciated being able to wander the beach without shivering every step of the way. The smell of wet concrete and gray clouds still lingered but instead of cursing them for the biting chill they sent you just days before, you've grown to appreciate the heavy clouds for it's aptness to empty out the main area's of the beach. Most finding it to be much more comfortable and warm to party inside seeing as the pool was no fun if it was going to threaten you with frostbite.

There was a few lone people by the hot tub, thankfully not being too annoyingly loud, but loud enough for you to hear them from a few feet away. A cute, rather short girl with some type of tropical drink- a color so vibrant you can never help but wonder what the fuck they actually put in the drinks they make here- she had a cherry in her mouth. On the other end of the stem a cherry hung into a guys mouth- it was all very sensual, and you would usually feel like you were interrupting something but there was something humorous in how the guy sitting in front of them was staring at them with such disgust and confusion, and all at once looking very distraught.

It was funny on his part, and utterly pathetic on yours. All that you have been able to do these past weeks has been to people watch, after these hellish weeks of fighting for a life in a world that is not even your own. A world you thought was your own- for an optimistic few minutes until the the sun light seemed to warm and blinding to just be a dream, the stores, cars and roads too abandoned to be somewhere you somehow were unfortunate enough to sleep walk too- but as soon as the singular billboard shown a bright sign that rung alarm bells in your brain; you thought that was it- you've gone fucking insane. It was insane, so that meant you were too. However you learned the hard way dwelling on your sanity in an empty city wasn't fading your surroundings back to the familiar walls of your room no matter how hard you closed your eyes.

You knew where you were, but that's something too ludicrous to say out loud, let alone think- something you wont even say to yourself now. Who's to say you wont jolt awake in your bed a few seconds from now and laugh about your own stupidity? You stayed there for a long time, mind reeling and dwelling on ever logical possibility to make where you were- where you are make sense. The only thing you could think of was to follow the billboard, on a negative side to confirm your intuition; on a positive side to humor yourself.

But there was nothing humors about the cold shock you felt when you seen the conscious, lively people in-front of the arena, all as confused and anxious as you were, nor was their humor in the blood that stained your clothes, the seething warmth of the liquid that sprayed you. It was all too real too fast. 4 of Diamonds, a maze of mirrors with secret codes, and a lot blood. It took you three, close-to expired visa's and two more games for you to be pushed and try to understand your meaning in all of this... if it wasn't you going into psychosis after all.

During your third game, and your fourth game, and all your games after- you always repeated too yourself what you did know rather than thinking about what you didn't know. If you wanted to be grounded, you knew that these people that you were seeing weren't real. Not in your world anyways, and isn't that what really matters? When you wanted to have a clear mind before a game you reminded yourself that every participant you were up against, they weren't going to make it out in the end. It was dehumanizing, and dissociating, and borderline insane- but it kept you safe. And you were going to play by the rules, how the games intended. From the day of your first game the thought that death was creeping behind your back never ceased your mind, not while alone, scavenging for food, or in the middle of a game. It was the first thing you thought about when you went to sleep, first thing on your mind when you woke up.

Especially when you think back to your games, the games you won out of sheer dumb luck. The luck that your life lies on so tenderly, threatening to collapse at any moment. You weren't particularity athletic, or a team player, neither did you have the mental capacity to call your self a diamond or hearts player, you just got dealt a good hand. Low number cards, yet to anything above a 6. Sheer dumb luck. Somewhere along the lines of trying to keep your sanity intact you got recruited to the beach, partially because you had one game card they were deprived of and partially because they were getting desperate for more ranks. All though staying at the beach was breaching multiple rules you made for yourself in your brain, it truly was a blessing in disguise. Warm bed, clean water, hot food, you even felt a wall of safety grow around you, it was a false sense of security and you knew that, but couldn't you appreciate the slight comfort it brought?

The first day at the beach you made two new rules; One was made when you first meet Hatter- an a lot less incriminating interaction than the one you've seen on TV, it was over almost as soon as it started. Him taking your cards, brief run down of the rules and a toss of a room key, then him guiding you by your back to the main floor, he left with some rushed good-bye's and him trailing off about "Never having a foreign before..." That interaction was enough to make your mind blank for the next three hours. Knowing you're in the same place as fictional characters is one thing, seeing and interacting with them is brain numbing. Your truly happy you came into the beach with such ease, with no one but the Hatter and a few low class militant controls- you don't wanna know how you would've reacted if you've seen Mira in there, knowing everything you know; So you've made a rule to blend into the crowd. And to your displeasure that wouldn't mean sitting back and watching people slowly lose their sense of sanity in front of you, but to join them. Like clockwork, every other day you force yourself to the bar and get a shot with whatever fruity drink you see first, and get just drunk enough that socializing doesn't seem like its own mind game.

The second rule was to never, ever neglect bathing every again. You really don't like to think about it.

You don't really like to think about anything anymore when you don't have too, and the cold air mixed with your sore muscles was a perfect brain distractor. Or at least it was, until mild discomfort turned into a borderline ache all over your body when the sky got darker and the night got colder. The couple (throuple?) by the pool have already left, a chilled glass cup sitting alone, being the only thing to prove they were ever there. A nice reminder that you haven't gone insane yet and hallucinated them. Despite the throbbing in your legs, you stayed still. You were waiting.

Another reason you liked to stay out here was the view, specifically onto the third and fourth floor. The higher ranked area's were a mystery to you despite everything, but from down here you could see all of the front facing rooms at anytime of the day- except for one. The third room to the left always has it's curtains drawn, and when they are open it's only ever enough to see a dark crack ruining from roof to floor. Except for right now. This was against your rules, to watch, to pry where you didn't need to- but there was some sort of sick satisfaction you got from watching everyone when you knew their endings. And Chishiya had a long way ahead of him.

After the initial discomfort of knowing, watching has been the most entertaining thing for you to do. Anyone if you’re bored enough, executives preferably, Chishiya by favor. Mostly because he was the hardest to spot around the beach, always hiding away doing god know's what- but not now. He's talking to someone (Kuina?), if him glancing into his darkroom ever so often and nodding is anything to go by. He's toying with something in his hands, too small to be seen by you, and he keeps looking around the outskirt below him- not anxiously, just watching. Could it be the taser he used in the spades game? If he had the taser now did he already meet Arisu? Was it a replica? Or maybe it was something else, a different devices he needed someone to test it on... and you were a solid target laying out in the open. Not that you would particularly mind.

You pried at your brain to focus seeing that the balcony was now empty, the curtain still open an inch wide. You needed to get up and back inside, away from the cold and into your warm bed. Groaning you stood up stiffly, allowing your eye's to glance back once more to the third floor, almost disappointed- but he was back, to your surprise, like he never left. Lightly leaning against the railing, hood on, but this time without the device in hand, watching. Specifically glancing back in your direction, and if you squint it’s almost like he’s staring at you. With a final look around he retreats back behind the curtains.

Fuck, did he notice you?

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There were only a few things you appreciated here, the normalcy's in your surroundings was one thing. The sun, moon, sky, the stars- they were also the only thing making you contempt with this situation- they’re the only things that stayed the same. Your visa expires tomorrow, and a game was much needed to help tame the anxious pit in your stomach- but even a gruesome death game you don't have the luxury of having, being meet with an empty table and pity glances from the two girls you rode in the backseat with.

Maybe you would've argued your way into the game, or even fought for the phone if you cared enough to, but no sooner than you could scoff something shining through the trees got your attention. The sight of a small bright arrow pointed further down the road, and the good news is it didn’t seem to be a painfully long way ahead. You were almost grateful to be turning away when you heard the cheery chirp of their phones, leaving the group behind to wander on your own. You don't get that a lot anymore. You also didn’t want to think about how you’ll get back later tonight. If you will, at all.

Swatting away the last thick branch from a particularly overgrown tree you see an arrow pointing down into a lit tunnel, the yellow toned light gave it a sense of warmth-a burning warmth of a lighter, a fire you shouldn't play with, only look at from afar. Nonetheless, you continue to the tunnel- you feel more uncertain with each step, pausing when you’re directly under the arrow. A bus was parked a few feet ahead of you, a familiar bus, one with graffiti too distinctive to be a copy. Your half minded to turn back completely, find a new game and forget you ever came across the highway- but the moon was taunting, reminding you of your visa. Getting closer to midnight every minute you stared aimlessly into the light, way to close for comfort.

[hootyhoowoo]

A little 15 min doodle but first post of the year has to be Bingqiu!

[meamiki]

5% of a color headcanon.... two versions since b&w emphasizes the dagger more i think but i still like the warm tones ASFSADA

i am not biased towards rainbow daggers whatsoever i promise (lie)

((also friend is streaming now and im there too!! bit more info linked here, its rated mature tho))

[robinson-graves]

[sits up suddenly from my coffin] anybody fuck with my super danganronpa 2 x guy who didnt like musicals au

[smile-files]

a happy-go-lucky darling who also happens to possess a lust for blood... being a magical girl gives her the best of both worlds!

[canecone]

Hello creatures of the night 😍😍 I have come back to fix the planetlord design

I need to stop pushing myself so far to the point the quality is the worst when I get long periods of inspiration 😔

[skitskatdacat63]

Roleswap anyone??

Tell me Fernando wouldn't make a fantastic general/emperor, and that Napoleon wouldn't make a fanastic driver/tp!!

[scificrows]

The Roombabot Diaries

"Even without full scan function, I still had my dark vision filters and my own mapping data, so with the fixed point of the corridor hatch, I could retrace my steps to the ramp. It just looked awkward and stupid because for the first part I had to navigate like a floor-cleaning bot." - Martha Wells, System Collapse (Video and audio description below the cut)

VIDEO ID:

An animated video of Murderbot, in a full environmental suit (featuring a little 'Perihelion' logo on its chest and an opaque helmet).

Murderbot is wandering around a dark space, the sound of its footsteps on the stone floor are audible. It walks in a straight line to the right until it hits a pillar with an audible 'thunk' noise and stops. A grumpy smiley face appears next to it.

It recalibrates, making little chirping calibrating sounds, then turns and moves towards the viewer until it seems to hit the camera (again with a 'thunk' noise and a little frowny smiley face next to it) and recalibrates again.

It turns its back to the viewer and starts walking again, this time seemingly hitting the wall in the back. It recalibrates again, then turns to the right and starts walking again. After a few seconds it stops briefly, two exclamation marks appear next to it along with a beeping noise, then it quickly walks out of frame.

[eri-pl]

So with @edennill mentioning isekai recently (a week ago? Idk), I started thinking and realized something: (if we ignore part of meta that's self-contradictory anyway or if we squint hard enough) if we are contemplating the concept of "isekai-ed into ME", landing there as an elf makes just as much sense as landing there as a human. Because the difference between the two kindreds is how they're tied to Arda and since we are getting thrown into a different world anyway (because this is the only way this premise makes any resemblance of sense, because time travel is a total mess) we can as well be more strongly tied to it. It makes just the same amount of sense as being more loosely tied.

(Tolkien said that there is no inherent physical difference between Men and Elves; the only difference is the nature of their bond with Arda and stuff like this, purely spiritual or whatever to call it.)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

friend notoriously bad at videogames said shed play marvel rivals with me tomorrow chat if i never post after tomorrow night its because a blood vessel bursted