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oathkeeper-of-tarth · 9 months ago

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Here's another long-winded post about me combing through BG3 early access files in search of Aylin and Isobel tidbits - rummaging that already resulted in this post right here. Let me just say I'm pleased to have brought Aylin Silverblood some attention because, again, I think it's a dope name.

Now, obviously, Isobel and Aylin are both Act 2 characters, and early access only covered Act 1. So anything related to them is partial stuff that wasn't scrubbed from the game files for whatever reason, and a lot of placeholders (these are usually indicated by |the text being in vertical lines|). This all means that sometimes (usually!) there are no nice voice lines indexed by UUID and parseable dialogue trees, and you have to trawl through a giant localisation XML of every bit of text in the game instead. An additional complication is all these stories were in flux, but older bits of writing from deprecated iterations didn't get immediately removed from the files, so it's sometimes hard to tell what belongs to which version.

The biggest luck I've had with regards to these two is the 24/11/2021 version of the game - EA Patch #6 Hotfix #19, aka game version v. 4.1.1.1356845, aka the source of Aylin Silverblood (my beloved). Here's a handy list of the patch and hotfix history, if you're like me and interested in this stuff. I'm actually wrangling files from 5 versions of the game right now, ranging from March 2021 to July 2022 - it's been a fun time. This old datamining post on reddit really helped narrow down the timeframe for me to look into.

Why am I doing this? I genuinely find it fun and interesting! There's some neat writing to be found! I crave more Isobel at all times! And I'm always into WIP and "how the sausage is made" type stuff. Also, tons of cool inspo for fics and headcanons.

Note, because I know that's a popular EA tidbit: this is all from after the Halsin killing Isobel variant was scrapped. This is, in fact, the version where she gets killed and soul trapped by Balthazar, and Aylin gets framed for it.

I'm going to start this off with my favourite part, and that is snippets of an early version of the Aylin/Isobel reunion from 2021. I've done my best to put them in order, but be aware a lot of this is still me speculating.

|[CINE: Nightsong teleports the party to the plaza in front of Last Light. As she looks around trying to familiarize herself, Isobel notices your arrival from the balcony. Her reaction is pure shock, followed by an immediate rush down the stairs.]|

|[CINE: Isobel dashes out of the front of the inn, wide-eyed and out of breath. Nightsong stares at her, stunned.]|

Aylin: |(distant, shocked) Isobel.|

Isobel: |Aylin...|

|[CINE: Nightsong takes an instinctive step towards her but stumbles, collapsing to her knees, eyes blown with pain and disbelief. Isobel closes the distance between them in hasty steps, trying to help Nightsong up, but Nightsong tightly grips at her arms - as if the contact makes everything real.]|

|[CINE: Isobel's eyes fill with tears as she drops down to the ground, throwing her arms around Nightsong's shoulders in a tight embrace. Shaking, almost fearful, Nightsong returns the embrace - the first kind touch she's had in a hundred years.]|

|[CINE: Nightsong draws back from the hug, looking Isobel in the eyes. Isobel helps Nightsong to her feet. As the two of them stand, they keep their hands linked.]|

Aylin: |A hundred years. Isobel, light of my heart, where were you? (choking up) I found your body, I....|

Isobel: |I was dead, Aylin. For so long. It was Balthazar - he trapped my soul, he-|

Player: |[Doesn'tKnowRelationship] You were lovers? Did Ketheric know?|

Aylin: |(jaw tightens) We were lovers. Her father was against it. He saw nothing but future misery. I'm immortal. I would never age, but she would.|

Isobel: |He didn't understand. It doesn't matter when... (fearful, as if worried Aylin's feelings might have changed) ... I still love you so much.|

Aylin: |(her first genuine smile) And I, you. No trial or pain could ever change that. (relaxes a touch) It is why I couldn't leave your body, even when they came. Balthazar and that Sharran witch told your father that I was to blame.|

|And he believed them over you?|

Aylin: |(frowns) He believed what he wanted to believe. Ketheric saw his daughter dead, and he saw someone he wanted to hurt. Shar took that cruel thread, that moment of mortal pain, and used it to corrupt him to the core.|

Aylin: |I was put on trial, and I had no defence. The moment it was over, I was taken down to the temple and... well, you saw what they had done.|

|Isobel presses against Nightsong's side, face tight with worry, running her fingers in slow strokes up and down Nightsong's arm.|

|[CINE: Nightsong tilts her head back towards the player.]|

Aylin: |These heroes saved me. Without them, I'd still be trapped in Balthazar's soul cage, with Ketheric gripping my heart like a leech.|

|[CINE: Isobel's face falls at the mention of her father's name.]|

Isobel: |A *soul cage*? Gods.|

Isobel: |I didn't know. Gods, he didn't say a word to me. I ran away because it was Balthazar that brought me back. As I ran, I heard my father shouting... but I'd seen enough. There was no saving him.|

Aylin: |You are not your father, Isobel. (sad, wry smile) You were the only thing that kept me alive in the dark. When hope began to fade, I simply thought of you.|

Isobel: |[To player] Thank you. (smiles wide) I... I can't possibly thank you enough, for bringing Aylin back to me.|

|Nightsong smiles too, but she's lost looking at Isobel, completely tuning out everyone else around them. Isobel leans in, resting her brow against Nightsong's and closing her eyes, Nightsong's hand clutched to her chest.|

Then, there is an option to press Isobel for details:

|You said the necromancer trapped your soul. Why?| |Was Balthazar the one who killed you, Isobel?|

Isobel: |(hesitant, visibly guilty) I think Aylin would know better than I do. The last thing I remember is a blade in the dark. Too fast to feel pain. Then silence.|

Asking Isobel to go with you to Moonrise was possible at various points, leading to different responses:

Will you come with me to Moonrise? I could use your help. If we're going to stop Ketheric, you have to come with me.

Until there is a way to keep Last Light safe, I cannot leave. All I can do is pray. |Not if everyone is killed at Last Light in my absence. I'll do everything I can to help you from here, but I won't go with you.| |Not if everyone is killed at Last Light in my absence. If someone else could take my place, I would go with you. I swear it.|

|Nightsong is here, she will protect Last Light - let's go to Moonrise, like you promised.| |I want to spend the night with Aylin. Meet me at Moonrise tomorrow.| |Nightsong will protect the people while together we can stop Ketheric.|

Isobel: I... we need to get close to him, don't we? And Aylin can protect Last Light in my absence. Aylin: Isobel, I have just gotten you back. To put yourself in his hands again-

Looks like we would've had a flip of the current Act 2 boss fight, and Isobel would be the ally for the confrontation with Ketheric, not Aylin. Also, that one line right there that is our first indication of Succor™, gotta love it. Sadly, post-reunion I only have:

|TBD: Post Nightsong Reunion.| |How are you and Aylin doing?|

To borrow release version Isobel's stock line: KEEPING VERY WELL, I HOPE? In any case, I'm putting the rest under a cut, featuring options for calling Isobel out on her parentage, Aylin being from Mt. Celestia, and Balthazar being gross - among many other things.

At one point quite early on, Isobel's protection from the shadow curse wasn't a spell, but an ointment:

|Ointment of Selûne| |Ointment Container PLACEHOLDER| |Isobel filled this with precious doses of her sacred Ointment of Selûne.| |First get the ointment from Isobel.| Have you received Isobel's ointment yet? What protection can her ointment offer, exactly? You should see Isobel. If Marcus does crop up, I'd sooner you had her ointment to protect you. Can use that cleric's ointment to get you on your way. But I have to move out - now. Can I get some of your ointment? No more theories! It's time for action. Our secret weapon needs to travel to Moonrise Towers, which means they'll need your ointment. You have the ointment. You have the Gate Stone. Moonrise Towers awaits. Are you sure the ointment will last long enough?

What is now Isobel's Ominous Cough was a gradual weakening that was remarked upon and seemed to be there to create more of a sense of urgency:

I won't claim to know Isobel's craft, but Selûne's light is bright in her. Isobel's tough - though she was tougher at the start. I've rarely seen a cleric so in tune with her goddess, but the curse is taking its toll. The light used to be stronger, Isobel. How much more of this curse can you take? You look paler than death, Isobel. How much more of this curse can you take?

We have some nice concise infodumps on Ketheric:

After Ketheric turned to darkness, the Enclave joined with the Harpers to unseat him and his Sharran cohorts. We marched together, fought together, bled together... and in the end we prevailed.

Only it wasn't the end. Nothing seemed to kill Ketheric himself, so the Harpers decided to seal him in his own tomb, alive. They thought that would be enough. But they hadn't counted on Ketheric unleashing the shadow curse. We watched it drain all light and life away from this place, saw it twist people into abominations. The Harpers lost hope.

Ketheric wove the curse on this land. The moment he was sealed in that tomb, Shar's poison devoured everything in its path.

Fallen paladin. Champion of Shar. He was building an army bent on unholy conquest, but we stopped him. Killed him. Buried him.

It was not enough. General Thorm lives again. He's built a new army, and this time he marches under the banner of the Absolute.

November 2021 is the earliest mention of Aylin I found, mostly marked as not finalised and placeholder dialogue (and that reunion up there). The Nightsong as present in that patch is still very different from what we ended up getting - nobody was killing her, in fact people were coming to get her "kiss", and there was a whole thing where it seems like Shar would directly take control of her and you could help her overcome the curse, or abandon her to it - or kill her.

Embrace the Nightsong and be sworn to Eternal Shadow.

Anyway, here are her lines (all of these exist as voice files, which is rare for stuff I put in this post - but they're done by a voice actress who doesn't sound like Helen Keeley, our final Aylin VA, so I don't know what to make of it all tbh):

Shar is the Nightsinger, and I am her Nightsong. I am her instrument, transforming the faithful into shadows. I've been here for centuries. Do you know how many priests of Shar came here, full of faith, seeking my kiss? I've been here for centuries. Thousands of Sharrans came here seeking my kiss. I drink their sorrow, their loss, their grief. Then I vomit it back into the world. All of them are shadows now. That is Shar's only reward. But Ketheric returned for my kiss, over and over. You're the first to survive my kiss intact. You're the only one who can help me. Please, you have to help. No one's ever resisted the kiss before. No one has ever resisted my kiss. But you are not merely *one*, are you? That thing in your head must be incredibly powerful to resist a goddess. Perhaps it's also divine in nature. Because a mind can't survive two masters. It breaks us. Shar's attention must be elsewhere. Speak quickly. She's watching now. She's waiting to steal my voice. But it won't last. Please - listen! I was captured by Ketheric Thorm, Shar's chosen. He turned me into this creature. I'm a slave of Shar. She owns me, just like that thing in your head owns you. I want to sing my own song. Not Shar's. Not *Ketheric's*. Find Ketheric. Kill him so I can be free! Slay Ketheric. His wretched existence binds me to this temple. Oh. That made her angry. The Lady returns! She has me again! *Again!* Stop! You've driven her away!

I am not your *spectacle*. Turn away before I strike you blind. Tell them to come and receive my kiss.

Some possible relevant tags, interactions, and outcomes include:

|The soul cage has greatly weakened Nightsong| |Debug: click to save Nightsong (sets the flag to talk to Isobel)| |We sided with Ketheric and doomed Nightsong.| |Companion comment!||But if his power is linked to this Nightsong, there must be a way to unlink it.| |You have taken control of Ketheric's Soul Cage| |You are bound to Ketheric's soul cage, taking his regenerative powers for yourself| |Bound to Soul Cage| |Soul Cage Key| |Soul Cage Research| |The book details the necromancer's research on the soul cage| |There is a glimpse of Isobel's ghost, as she takes her Father with her to the afterlife.| |There is a glimpse of Isobel's ghost terrified and in agony. Both Isobel and Ketheric will disappear.|

At one point Isobel delivers her own, Ketheric's, and Aylin's backstory as "a story", but sadly I can find very little of it, just disjointed fragments:

You seem to know a lot about Ketheric. He was a devout Selûnite who converted to Shar. They say it was Ketheric's purity that drew an angel down from Celestia. You're Isobel Thorm. The daughter who died in that story.

And there seem to be many options to question Isobel about her hiding the truth about her father:

Why are you lying to me, Isobel? Everyone thinks you're dead, Isobel. Tell me the truth, Isobel. Everything. Still, Isobel might have saved us some time had she been honest from the beginning. |Why didn't you tell me what happened from the start, Isobel?|

Ketheric. Don't you mean your father? Ketheric is your father. I know the truth. Ketheric told me at Moonrise. He wants me to bring you home. I need your father to trust me. He wants you back. You sent me after your father - Ketheric. I think we should discuss Ketheric - your father - first. For all you've said about Ketheric, you left out the part where he's your father.

To which I've found some responses:

And would you have trusted her? Ketheric's daughter? Why didn't I tell you that I was murdered, that my soul was locked away for a hundred years? What would I have told her? That my father murdered her fellow Harpers, but that I can surely be trusted?

[Attempt to read Isobel's thoughts.] *You see Ketheric standing before Isobel, although the memory is hazy. His words are unclear, but his tone is not - he is pleading with her.*

Brought back by the same man that killed me. Balthazar. Standing next to my father with a smile on his face.

But I'm not sure it would have mattered. To stand with that man, my father has surrendered to deepest evil.

I would love to know what the whole pleading thing is about, and what Isobel "didn't know" that she claims didn't matter anyway.

My father. After a century, he somehow brought me back. But I saw the monster he had become. I couldn't bear it... I ran. I ran until I found Last Light. It was like a second home to me, once. I've been studying the curse ever since, searching for answers. Trying to restore the damage my father has wrought upon this land. It's possible I may have to sacrifice myself. But this is my father's crime.

And then, there is this nugget I cannot place but that I like:

|Your father's due will come.|

There is also an option to tell her Nightsong is Aylin (who was, at this point, a full celestial - no mention of being connected to Selûne, though, and in fact, if she was indeed from Mount Celestia as mentioned in the "story", she would not have been):

Isobel: My father's curse still blackens this earth. Have you found anything? Player: A celestial, chained to Ketheric's soul. Player: They called her Nightsong, but she told me her name was Aylin. Isobel: Aylin. She... she's alive. I knew she had to be, I… Player: Ketheric's necromancer took her to Moonrise. Isobel: His necromancer? Gods, you have to free her. Isobel: You have to go to Moonrise and free Aylin. When Ketheric is weak, this can all be over. Isobel: The truth is that I would give anything to see her again, and anything to stop my father. Free her, and you do both. Isobel: At least, the shell of my father. There's nothing left of the man that championed Selûne. Isobel: Find her. Free her. If Ketheric isn't stopped, all of us are doomed.

Player: |[Doesn'tKnowName] Aylin? Care to explain?| Isobel: The angel in my story about Ketheric. That was Aylin.

Speaking of Balthazar. Some lines from him:

[Introductory note: please imagine everything Balthazar says spoken with a wheezy voice, as if he's permanently out of breath.]

[I need to retrieve the Nightsong, but the temple is haunted and my minions cannot make it past the trial grounds. I cannot go there until the ghosts have been dealt with. Now that you are here on behalf of Ketheric, you will do all this for me.]

I, Fodder, am here on behalf of General Ketheric Thorm. Down in the depths of this temple writhes his desire. I am to bring it to him.

I created the Nightsong for General Ketheric, many moons... HEAR THAT SHAR? Many moons ago.

*As you hold the necromancer's mocking gaze, you can tell how it starts to dawn on him you are not the mere minion he thought you were.*

Along the way I found some more recent Patch 8 (2022-ish) gross Balthazar lines, some bits of which have actually survived to release:

She was a unique specimen even before I began my work. Aasimar. A god's blood united with mortal flesh.

Such fine clay she was. We grew quite close as I… remoulded her. Now she is General Thorm's shield. Her strength is his to drink upon. His pains are hers to bear.

If I never exceed her, I will still die happy. If I ever do something as gauche as truly dying, that is.

Utterly revolting! Makes my skin crawl! Man deserves a yeeting into the Shadowfell a hundred times over! But in order to not end on a gross note, I leave you with:

Ketheric Thorm. Murderer. Oathbreaker.

Aylin Silverblood. My true name. Nightsong was only ever a curse.

#isobel thorm #dame aylin #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #aylin x isobel #balthazar #datamine #early access #long post #i have more of this stuff actually but this post is already way too long #so stay tuned i guess

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didishawn · 2 years ago

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Hiii Can I make a request? I love your stories, and I was wondering if you could do one with pedri. It would be smut, like you have a toy inside of you which he's controlling and you two are buying in a supermarket or in your parent's house or his parent's house. And he is teasing you, also if you can do that they will end up doing it.

Control over you (Pedri x Reader) smut

Warnings: use of vibrator in public, Pedri being a lovable bitch, smut, mentions of Pedri's injury, fucking on the car, lots of Spanish

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You are starting to think that with his injury, your boyfriend is having too much time to think about dumb stuff to do.

That's at least the explanation you give yourself when he convinces you of going out with your brand new vibrator inside of you, neither you or him knowing exactly how to control it, but about to learn.

Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend learns way too fast and is now having the time of his life while on dinner with his parents.

"¿Estás bien, y/n?" his mother asks you, Rosy adores you and always has an eye out to check on you "Estás un poco roja, ¿no te estarás enfermando?" (are you ok, y/n? You are looking a bit red, are you coming down with something?)

To be honest, you are a bit out of your mind with the strong vibrations inside of you, Pedri being the little shit he is increasing the intensity as you are about to speak, making you bite down on your lip, then answer "Sisi, solo un poco acalorada" (yes yes, only a bit warm)

Everyone but Pedri gives you a strange look, yet none say anything, your boyfriend leans down next to your ear, his big hand resting on your thigh to tease you even more "Hace diez grados amor, te podrías haber buscado una excusa mejor" (it's ten degrees, love, you surely could have come up with a better excuse)

You glare at him, about to reprimand him when once more the intensity increases, making you bit back a moan once more, trembling a bit as you feel yourself get closer to the edge.

"No me digas que mi niña bonita ya se va a correr" he places a kiss on your cheek when no one is watching "¿Te vas a venir aquí delante de mis padres? ¿Vas a dejar que vean que no eres para nada como se piensan? Solo una puta deseando que la folle" (don't tell me my pretty girl is about to cum. Are you going to cum here in front of my parents? Gonna let them see you are nothing like they think you are? Just a whore begging me to fuck her)

There are low whines escaping your mouth as your whisper "Pepi, por favor, vayamonos a casa, no quiero correrme aquí, quiero hacerlo con tu polla dentro mio" (Pepi, please, let's go home, I don't want to cum here, I want to do it with my cock inside of me)

Your boyfriend thinks about it for a minute, still his thumb moving up and down on his phone screen to tease you with the levels of pleasure. He finally stands up, taking your hand into his as his parents and brother watch you "Mejor nos vamos a casa, que y/n en verdad se siente un poco enferma" (we better go home, y/n is feeling a bit sick)

Worry for you takes over everyone's faces, specially Pedri's mother who stands up to check on you.

"Nos vamos todos si queréis" she says, being in Barcelona everyone is staying back on your house. (we can all go if you want)

Pedri shakes his head "Que va que va, seguid con el plan, el cine y tal. Ya nos veremos luego" he hands his mother the money for everyone's dinner plus the movies and drags you out of the restaurant. (nono, you follow the plan, cinema and the rest. We will see each other later)

Pedri has one hand on the steering wheel, the other has his fingers thrusting roughly inside of you as you play with your clit. He tries his best to keep his eyes focused as you fuck yourself on the passenger seat.

There is no music on the car, only the sweet sounds of your unrestrained moans over the sound of Pedri's teasing.

"¿Disfrutas de mis dedos follandote, amor? Te vas a venir aquí con ellos dentro tuyo. Sigue tocandote, te pones tan puto apretada" (are you enjoying my fingers fucking you, love? You are going to cum here with them inside of you. Keep on touching yourself, you become so fucking tight)

You whine, high pitched "Pedri, por favor, te necesito dentro ya, no puedo aguantar más" (Pedri, please, I need you inside now, I can't handle this anymore)

"Joder, cariño, no me lo pones nada fácil" (dammit darling you make this so difficult)

He keeps on complaining, all while parking the car on the side of the road, on a point that no one passing by will be able to see you. He pushes his seat back, hasty hands unbuckling his belt as he indicates you to undress too "Venga bonita, dejame verte entera" (come on, pretty, let me see all of you)

As soon as you are undresses, he throws your clothes on the back as your hands lift up his sweatshirt, you too want to see him whole, almost salivating at the sight of his thick cock standing tall against his stomach, tip red and precum coming out from it, looking ready as ever to reach extasis.

Pedri doesn't waste time, picking you up by your waist and placing you above him, your hole lining up with his cock, then dropping you into him, taking him whole, you letting a loud moan out at the feeling of being so full, trembling as you grab into his shoulders, neither you or him waisting time to move your hips.

He grinds into you, his lips attached to your neck and going lower to your breasts he is so obsessed with. You look down, head dropping back at the sight of his entirety all inside of you, his cock stained with both of your juices.

"Joder, amor, no voy a aguantar mucho" (dammit, love, I won't last much)

You are pleading, big, glossy eyes looking up into his "Da igual, vente dentro mio, necesito sentirte completamente" (doesn't matter, cum inside me, I need to feel all of you)

The sounds coming from Pedri's mouth are animalistic, primitive, pleasure has completely taken over his foggy mind, he is in complete control, hard thrusts one after the other, he moves you up and down as if you don't weight anything.

One particularly hard thrust does it for you walls tightening around him and squirting everywhere, he lets out the hottest moan you have ever heard as he fills you up to the brim. His head drops to your shoulder, he doesn't move from your insides.

Suddenly, his phone dings, and with half a mind he picks it up, surprised when he sees the message coming from his brother.

¿Donde estáis? Que hemos venido a casa directamente y no habéis llegado

Where are you? That we have come directly home and you are not here

You turn red at the next next

Por cierto, dile a y/n que tiene que mejorar su actuación. Dais puto asco haciendo eso en la comida

Also, tell y/n she has to improve her acting. You two are fucking disgusting doing that while we eat

#pedri #barca #fc barca #pedri headcanon #pedri imagine #pedri x reader #spanish nt #barcelona #spain national team #spain nt #pedri smut

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meganechan05 · 6 months ago

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Trying to read as much as I can tonight from the King-Ohger Official Perfect Book so here are some notes:

The original pitch Omori-P gave to TakaMina didn't involve bugs at all, only a team of Kings. It only ended up having a bug motif because their conversation about how each King's country works which turned into connection to bugs.

TakaMina showed up to a production meeting with a 16-page pitch on what he wants to do for the show including character, settings, and overall plot.

The two did have ideas on connecting KingOh to previous sentai teams but scrapped it in favor of making KingOh being a standalone team.

The Kyoryuger episodes were done solely for the anniversary. The only reason they managed to make it work was because they already had plans on making Caucus Kabuto Castle a spaceship.

They didn't want to do KingDon at all because it would break the flow of how KingOh worked. But when they finally decided to do it, they had to discuss with Kato-D a lot and get his input as he's worked on Donbros.

Prince showing up in Episode 40 was a last-minute decision because Sakamoto and Kaneko already submitted the script for KingKyoryu V-Cine and they needed to make sure it'd make sense.

The two praised KingOh but most of their focus was on Kyoryuger which was why the V-Cine felt more like a Kyoryuger movie than a crossover movie.

Omori was probably the most level-headed of the Main 3. While working on the idol episode, everyone in the cast and crew including Sony PCL who gave them the LCD screen went crazy with production. Omori questioned their sanity as he believed they didn't have to go that far for a joke episode. (Yes, they did. KingOh needed the silly break)

Costume designs actually struggled a bit with the ranger suits. Because of the inclusion of armor and bug motif, they had to be extra careful to not make it like Rider. To make it more Sentai, they decided on having the visors be a big piece in the shape of the bugs. The proportions had to be skewed in order to make the visors work.

Kamakiri's is the only visor that faces the bug from the front rather than the back like the rest (also the only Main Shugod who faces to the side in the Soul). When it was decided KamakiriOhger was going to be female, they made sure the visor didn't look too sharp.

PapillonOhger being purple was a decision made by Toei.

They were made to be neither male or female when designing. When designing PapillonOhger, they went through 5 different shades of purple before settling on the final product.

The belt is the thinnest in history as its only use is to store the OhgerCalibur. They added the phone to the front even though the Kings never takes said Hotlines out while transformed.

The OhgerCaliburs were designed with the decision there weren't going to be any additions made to them. Most of the design struggles was how each switch was designed and used.

The King's Weapon was hard to design as it's a 5-way weapon that connects to the Calibur but they were happy it ended up working out.

No idea if I'll read more but these are very interesting to note.

#kingohger #king ohger #ohsama sentai kingohger #kingohger official perfect book #kingohger spoilers #kingoh spoilers

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ssinnerplazahotel · 5 months ago

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*Chapter Four*

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WC:8k

Warning: 18+, age gap, smut, fluff, toxic elvis, manipulation (kinda?), drug use, it’s the 50s/60s

Pairing: elvis, black reader

Masterlist: Prologue, Ch. 1, 2, 3

You weren’t a stranger to Elvis’ mood swings, no Graceland resident was. Although he always managed to keep a consistently good attitude around you, you heard enough and saw enough to know how short his temper truly was. He wasn’t always angry, some days he was just in a glum mood and didn’t want to do anything but stay locked up in his room all day. It drove his friends and cousins crazy. Without Elvis, there was no party. They would beg at his door for hours, trying anything to get him to come out with them.

You remembered the first time you were on the receiving end of his bad attitude, although it was the first time it was far from the last. Elvis had started giving you the cold shoulder the day after Christmas, and it went on for days before you finally confronted him about it. You were going to ignore his sudden coldness towards you but it was starting to keep you up at night. You had no clue why he suddenly stopped coming by your room and calling you to his. You didn’t know why he completely ignored your existence when he passed you in the hall or ran into you in the kitchen. No matter the reason, you wanted it to stop. It was driving you insane.

He was going to be going away at the start of the following year to begin working on a few projects that the Colonel had lined up for him. The last thing you wanted was for him to be angry at you when he left.

You lingered in the kitchen later that night, hoping to stop Cynthia before she took up Elvis’ tray for the night. When she entered the kitchen you offered to prepare and deliver the tray, to which she was happy to let you.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” She reached into the pocket of her apron and pulled out a small envelope. “For his headache.” She opened the envelope and shook two tiny blue pills onto the tray next to the glass of water. “Don’t be too much of a bother, okay, hon? He’s had a long day.”

You smiled politely. “I’ll be in and out.”

You climbed the stairs with an anxious feeling in your gut, you hated confrontation. You hated it even more now knowing that Elvis had a rough day. It made you think that maybe it was just a tough week for him in general, and his coldness towards you wasn’t intentional at all. There was no way to know without asking, so you put your nerves aside and knocked on his bedroom door—ready for whatever was to come.

“Come in, Cinee.” You heard him say through the door. You opened it while balancing the tray in your free hand, walking in before shutting the door behind you.

He stopped where he was when he saw you. He was on the phone, shirtless, holding it in one hand with the receiver to his ear in the other. He sighed, tilting his head and looking up. You couldn’t tell if he was annoyed with you or with whoever he was on the phone with. You stood by the door, not moving until he motioned with the phone to put the tray on the table. You did so, standing beside it with your hands clasped in front of you.

“Daddy, if you just came back before then we wouldn’t have to be bothered with all that.” He walked over to the table, shaking his head with a scoff as he balanced the phone between his shoulder and grabbed the tiny blue pills. He scarfed them down with some water before turning his back to you, not sparing you a glance as he continued pacing. “The Colonel will take care of all of that, you just have to get back before we leave. You and Dee can come stay on the ranch with the rest of us.”

You stood there as he sorted out business with his father, not budging from your spot until he finally finished his conversation.

“Daddy, I can’t keep talkin about this right now, my head’s fixin to explode,” He finally said. “Just let him handle it, he handles every-goddamn-thing else. I’m not leavin without you, so see you soon, bye.” He hung up the phone with a sigh, setting it on his bedside table before sitting on the bed. He looked at you, leaning back on his palms. He had that same bored expression on his face that he had when he saw you around the house. “What?”

“‘What?’” You repeated in disbelief. “You know what.”

“I don’t think I do.”

“You’ve been ignoring me for days.”

His eyebrows drew together slightly, but his otherwise blank face gave you no insight into what he was thinking. “I thought that’s what you wanted, honey.”

“What do you mean?” You asked in genuine confusion, fidgeting with your hands as you grew more anxious.

“The last time I asked you to come see me you never showed, I figured you was tellin me to give you some space.” He shrugged. “So that’s what I’ve been doing.”

“The other night?” You remembered. “I fell asleep waiting for everyone to settle down, I was going to apologize the next day but you completely ignored me.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“That day was a busy day for everyone, you know that.”

He shrugged, sitting up and rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. He sighed, looking off to the side without saying anything. You waited for him to say something, to tell you to leave, or to ask if you had anything else to say.

“That’s it?” You finally asked, the silence becoming unbearable as you stood there.

“Why didn’t you come to see me?”

“I fell asleep~”

“Before then.”

You fell silent for a moment, still confused about why he was upset. “You usually came to me, o-or asked for me.”

“Maybe I wanted to see if you’d come to me if I didn’t send for you. I guess I see now.”

“Well,” You started, trying not to let your frustration show but failing miserably. You didn’t know how to respond to his attitude, nor were you in the mood to deal with it. “I’m glad you made your point.”

“Don’t talk to me like that.” He chastised you suddenly.

“Then don’t play games with me.” You crossed your arms. “It’s not funny, and I don’t appreciate it.”

“You don’t appreciate it?”

“I don’t.”

“Okay.”

You bit back your next remark, giving him a moment to respond before turning to leave the room.

“Where are you going?” Elvis spoke before you could move from your spot.

You faced him again, not bothering to hide your infuriation. “What?”

“C’mere.” He motioned for you with his ring finger, holding his hand out expectantly.

You sighed as he stood and grabbed your wrist. You kept your arms crossed as he pulled you with him and sat back down on the edge of his bed. You stood between his legs, avoiding his eyes while he toyed with the sides of your skirt. “Are you mad at me?” You asked, trying to interpret his words and expression.

“Did I say I was?” He asked, looking up at you with the same expression he’s had.

“That’s the thing, Elvis,” You said, a humorless laugh leaving your lips. “You never say anything.”

“I’m not.”

“Then why are you being mean to me?”

You hated how small your voice sounded, you hated even more how quickly your anger was brought down to frustration and hurt.

Elvis shook his head, looking down and rubbing his eyes again. “Goddamnit, birdie, it’s not just you that’s got me all screwed up. Daddy’s gone off somewhere and he’s doin my damn head in about the Colonel a-and the ranch~”

“You could’ve talked to me about it.”

“I-I know, baby.” His voice was suddenly small. “I just h-had~ I g-get…I get all screwed up sometimes.”

“You aren’t mad?”

“No. A-And I guess I shouldn’ta been making assumptions about you standing me up.” He chuckled, making you smile a little despite yourself. “I should’ve known my baby birdie wouldn’t do that.” He uncrossed your arms and put them around his neck.

You reached up and pushed his hair out of his face. You looked over his face for a moment. “You look exhausted.”

“N-Nah, I j-just…” He shook his head, closing his eyes briefly before meeting yours again. “Headache.”

“Cynthia told me,” You said. “I should let you rest~”

“Stay with me~”

“I can’t~”

“Please, baby.” He stopped you, looking up at you with pleading eyes. It was the first time in the entire conversation that his expression had changed, and you didn’t quite know what to make of his sudden desperation. “Don’t leave.”

“There’s still an hour left that I’m supposed to be working,” You said, checking the clock on the wall. “They’ll wonder why I never came back down.”

“Let ‘em wonder,” He said, looking up at you with heavy eyes.

“You’re going to get me in trouble.”

“You’re already in trouble.”

Your eyebrow quirked at the threatening undertone behind his words. “What does that mean?”

“Stay here,” He said, his hand traveling up to the bow on your hip where your apron was tied. “Don’t go against me.” He pulled the string and unraveled your apron, letting it fall to your feet.

“Everything you say confuses me,” You said. “It’s like you start talking in the middle of a thought and never finish it.”

“That’s because you think so hard about everything I say.” He reached up for the top button of your blouse, batting your hands away when you started to protest. “You worry yourself out of your mind.”

“If you said what you meant, in plain English, I wouldn’t have to worry at all.” You tried to stop him again. “I can’t do this right now.”

“They won’t miss you for an hour.” He undid the final buttons of the blouse before pushing it off your shoulders, eyeing the thin chain around your neck that held the bird charm and the ring he’d given you.

You sighed in defeat as he reached behind you and unzipped your skirt, letting it fall to the ground as well. You wanted so badly to say no, not to give in—especially after the way he’d treated you. But you couldn’t resist him. “I don’t think you listen to me, E.”

“Right now, only one of us isn’t listening,” He said, pulling you with him onto the bed. “Don’t worry a-about Dawn, if she gives you trouble and I’ll talk to her.”

You kicked off your flats apprehensively, slightly comforted yet suspicious of his words. Had he spoken to Dawn behind your back?

You didn’t have more than a second to think about the question as he made you straddle him. He laid back against the pillows as he kissed you, taking you with him. Your constant and never-satisfied yearning to be close to him outweighed your frustration in that moment. You knew that if you let your emotions get in the way every time things were rocky you’d be putting yourself into a position you weren’t sure you wanted to be in. Always catering to every one of Elvis’ wants and needs in fear that he’d push you away again if you didn’t. In fear that he’d leave you like Dawn said he would.

You heard him hum once before you felt his body go limp beneath you. You pulled away to find his eyes shut, his arms still wrapped loosely around your waist. “Elvis?” You asked, tapping his cheek with your hand. His breathing had evened out and his eyes fluttered slightly in his sleep. You sat up in his lap, looking down at his sleeping figure. When you moved to stand his arms to tighten around you. You sighed and shifted onto your side.

You didn’t know what to make of the conversation, but you managed to convince yourself that things were settled between the two of you again as you lay there. You didn’t remember falling asleep, but you remembered waking up with a start the next morning.

“Oh no,” You muttered to yourself as you scrambled into a sitting position, checking the clock on the wall. 7:12.

You swore under your breath and rushed out of the empty bed to get dressed. As you reached for your blouse from the day before you noticed a silver, five-stone band around your middle finger. You froze when you saw the diamond ring, bringing it up to your face to be sure you weren’t hallucinating.

You didn’t have much time to gawk at the ring, you dressed quickly and put it in the pocket of your apron before trying to escape the room without being seen. You were careful as you slipped out, listening to be sure the hall was empty before rushing to your room. You sighed when you made it, leaning against your closed door once inside. You stood there for a moment before noticing a newly installed telephone on your bedside table. You had a feeling that it was Elvis’ doing, and your thoughts were solidified by a note scribbled in his handwriting left beside the phone.

I’ll call you. ~E.

You felt your heart sink as you picked up the scrap of paper, turning it over in your hand as if more writing would appear. You sunk onto your bed, reaching into the pocket of your pocket and retrieving the ring. You held both the ring and paper in your hands as you sat there feeling crushed. You wondered why he didn’t wake you before he left. It would likely be weeks before you saw him again, and all you could do within that time was hope that he’d keep his promise and call you.

A knock at your door startled you out of your somber thoughts, you put the ring away and went to get the door. You deflated even more when you saw Dawn, but you smiled as best you could. “Is everything alright? It’s early.”

“I was hoping to catch you before you went downstairs,” She said. “Can you talk?”

“Sure,” You said, stepping out of the room and shutting the door. “Is everything okay?” You asked again, she didn’t look as if she had any bad news but you were still anxious.

“Everything’s fine,” She reassured you. “I was thinking about your mother yesterday and how she would just go on and on about how smart you were and how well you did in school. You remember I’m sure.” You nodded your head uncomfortably, memories of your mother still made your throat tighten with emotion. “Anyway, it made me think to ask if you’ve thought about starting classes at the college.”

“Oh, uhm, I h-haven’t, no,” You stammered. “I forgot you mentioned that, it’s been so long.”

“I know, you get so swept up in the routine of things I guess,” Dawn said, nodding in agreement. “I think it’s what your mother would’ve wanted.”

“I guess.” You shrugged. “I’ll start looking into it. Thanks.”

“Of course.” Dawn smiled, sighing before turning to head back downstairs. “We’re doing the floors today, so, I would change those shoes.”

“I will,” You said, waiting for her to go before going back into your room. You quickly changed, making yourself presentable before heading downstairs for the day.

You thought about Elvis as you worked, that wasn’t new for you. However, your thoughts of him became more longing as the day went on and you realized he wouldn’t be in his room waiting for you that night.

You’d missed him terribly.

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head when you heard the telephone ring, sending you stumbling out of the shower after it. You barely stopped to grab a towel before rushing to lock your door and answer the phone.

“H-Hello?” You answered before an automated voice asked you to accept some charges, which you did in a rush as you sat down on the edge of the bed. After weeks of babysitting the phone while also managing to work and get started at school, you were finally getting a call from Elvis in Hollywood.

“That you, babydoll?” His voice said through the phone, making a smile immediately form on your face.

“Elvis?” You asked, even though you knew it was him. “A-Are you there?”

“I’m here,” He said on the other line, chuckling softly. “Were you waiting for me?”

“Every night since you left,” You admitted shamelessly as you moved to sit against your headboard. “E, a-are you sure no one’s listening to us?”

“It’s a private line, birdie,” Elvis reassured you. “It’s just you and me.”

“Well, how have you been?” You asked enthusiastically, pulling your shower cap from your head and setting it aside. “What’s Hollywood like? Are there a lot of celebrities there like in the movies?”

“I guess so, I-I don’t go out much, really.” He answered through a laugh. “How’re you? A-And things around the house.”

“Fine, nothing happens when you’re gone,” You answered. “Have you gone to any Hollywood parties? Like the ones they write about in the paper?”

“One or two maybe. Y-You know how I get when I’m working.”

“I remember you telling me,” You said, looking up at the ceiling with a ridiculous smile on your face. “Well, are they treating you alright?”

“Mhm,” He answered. “Nothing worth telling you ever happens around here. The guys never sleep, but when do they ever? Daddy’s always off somewhere with Dee and I haven’t seen the Colonel since the plane landed.”

“You aren’t lonesome are you?” You asked, twirling the phone cord around your finger.

“No, I find ways to keep busy when I’m not shootin.”

“I’m glad.”

“I didn’t call to talk about me, birdie.” You heard him shift on the other line with a sigh. “How’s my girl?”

“I’m fine when I’m not missing you,” You chuckled. “I started night classes, Dawn made me.”

“You been in class t’night?” He asked, his tone curious. “You must be tired.”

“I’ve been up since…” You lifted your head to check your watch on your bedside table. “Before eight. But I’m kind of getting used to being sleep-deprived.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I drink coffee like an old person now too.”

“Well, congratulations, little.” He laughed softly. “Schooling’s important nowadays.”

“That’s what everyone’s saying,” You sighed. “It’s not so bad. Some girls invited me to go out with them after class.”

“You should’ve gone.”

“I couldn’t, I’ve been waiting for you to call every night for weeks.”

“I’ve b-been working every day since we got here,” Elvis said in his defense. “I would’ve called s-sooner if I was free.”

“You haven’t had a night off for two and a half weeks, Elvis?” You asked, finding it hard to believe.

“No,” He said shortly. “What, you don’t believe me?”

“I do, it’s just hard to believe that they haven’t given you any time off.”

“They haven’t.”

“But you had time to go to a party or two?”

Elvis laughed far away from the phone. You pictured him taking it away from his ear to laugh. “You’re sharp t’night, I’ll tell you.”

“Why didn’t you call?” You asked as his laughter died down. “Didn’t you think of me at all?”

“Why are you talkin crazy, baby?” He asked. “You must be gettin delirious.”

“I’m not being crazy.” You pouted. “It’s just that you didn’t wake me up to say goodbye before you left and you didn’t leave a number for me to reach you~”

“I told you I’d call you~”

“I know, so I waited for you to call,” You said. “I just hoped that you would’ve called sooner.”

“Honey, I’d call you every night if I could.” His voice rose slightly in aggravation. “What d’you want from me?”

“I just want to talk~”

“We’re talkin. If you keep carrying on I’m gonna hang up~”

“No.” You sat forward in alarm. “Don’t hang up.”

“Then quit it with all the crazy talk. These people give me enough hell around here as it is, I can’t take it from you too. The last thing I need right now is you nagging me, birdie, please.”

“I’m sorry,” You said quietly. “I miss you, that’s all.”

“I miss you too,” He muttered. “I-I’m gonna try and call sooner next time, I-I-I just been so busy, baby, b-but, it’s not because I don’t think of ya, I do.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah.”

“I believe you…I’m glad you’re doing okay.”

“I-I’m gonna send you something, f-for starting school.”

“I won’t waste my time begging you not to~”

“Good.”

“Nothing too flashy.”

“I’ll see what I can’t do.”

“You could save yourself all that trouble and just call me.”

“I might have some time next week,” He said. “I promise I’ll call if I do.”

“Okay,” You said. “It’s fine if you can’t.”

“I’ll try, mama,” He promised. “I should let you offa here, it’s gettin to be past your bedtime.”

“Don’t hang up yet,” You begged, deflating at the thought of the call ending so soon. “We haven’t talked in so long.”

“I know, honey, but you’ll be miserable in the morning if I keep you up. I’m g-gonna call sooner next time.”

“Okay.” You frowned, only slightly reassured by his empty promise. “Well…I love you, Elvis.”

“If you love me, birdie, you’ll wait for me,” He said in response. “Okay? Just wait for me, baby.”

“I will,” You promised, tears forming in your eyes. You weren’t prepared for the sudden influx of emotion as you ended the short-lived call. “B-Bye.”

“Hey now,” Elvis chastised on the other line. “Don’t let me hear you cryin, honey, be a good girl for me.”

“I’m sorry,” You said after pulling yourself together as much as you could manage. “Goodnight. Take care of yourself.”

“I will, baby. Talk to you soon.”

You waited for the line to disconnect before hanging the phone up. You sat in your bed with a distanced expression as tears filled your eyes and rushed down your face. You shook yourself out of your trance and wiped the tears from your face. You knew that Elvis wouldn’t want you to be upset so you pushed all your emotions away. It wouldn’t do you any good to get worked up.

Instead, you went on like usual that night and the next day and several days after that. Spending the mandatory three days a week tending to the house while Elvis was away and spending your free days going out at night with the girls from your classes. You had the system down, and it worried your aunt that you were drinking with the older girls. Which you of course told her you were not—but what was a drink or two now and then? You were just having fun, and you were still making decent grades. It was harmless, and it took your mind off of all the things that were troubling you.

Although Elvis promised to call soon after the first time, he ended up not calling back at all. You wanted to believe that he would call any day now but before you knew it he was coming home in a week and you hadn’t heard anything from him. The only contact you had was a Cadillac delivered to the steps of Graceland with your name on it. Elvis was known for his unbiased grand gestures, so it wasn’t a shock to see that he’d gotten you a car to get to and from school. You were grateful of course, you almost couldn’t believe that he’d done this all the way from California.

“I wonder why there aren’t any reporters,” Cynthia commented as she and Dawn stood beside you looking at the car. “The colonel wouldn’t miss an opportunity to capture Elvis’ generosity.”

“Have you seen the paper?” Dawn asked. “Compared to what’s going around right now, the last Elvis Presley story people would be interested in is this one.”

“Why’s that?” Cynthia chuckled. “Another scandal?”

“I’ll say.” You pretended not to pay attention as you looked at the ivory coupe deville Cadillac in the driveway. “Something about him reconnecting with some girl he met while he was in the service.”

“Really?” Cynthia asked. “You think it’s true?”

“Who knows nowadays,” Dawn said before speaking to you. “Move the car around and come finish helping me with the windows.”

“O-Okay.” You fished the keys out of the pocket of your apron and went to move the car. Your thoughts ran rapidly as you wondered if the story your aunt saw in the paper was true. There were so many false rumors—especially written in the paper—that you never bothered to read them when you saw them. But, for whatever reason, you felt more inclined to believe them at that time.

You were distracted when you returned to help Dawn, your expression had become distant and your thoughts wouldn’t stop racing. By the time you were leaving for your night classes, she had noticed your behavior change and she was worried.

“I’m fine. I’m probably gonna go out with Pat and Barb, so don’t wait up for me.”

“You shouldn’t drive if you’re going to be drinking~”

“I already told you that I don’t drink,” You said, stopping at the door on your way out. “I’m smart enough and old enough to take care of myself, okay?”

“Just be careful.”

“I will be.”

“Are you there?”

“Elvis?”

“Yeah.”

You scoffed in disbelief as you stumbled back and sat on your bed. “I must be dreaming,” You said sarcastically, Elvis wasn’t having it.

“Why didn’t you answer the first two times I called?” He asked harshly, because how dare you keep him waiting, right? “What were you doing?”

“Do you realize that it’s three in the morning here, you can’t just call over and over again.”

“That’s my goddamn house, I’ll do whatever the hell I want. Where were you?”

You clenched your teeth in anger at him. “I feel like I should be the one asking you that, Elvis. You’ve called me once since you’ve been gone. You’re coming home soon!”

“I lost track of time.”

“Oh, is that what they’re calling it now?” You laughed in irritation. “I haven’t heard that one.”

“W-Why do you sound like that?”

“Like that?”

“You’re talkin funny.”

You shrugged although he couldn’t see you. “If you have to know, I had a few drinks with some friends from school after class.”

“You’re drunk?” He asked in alarm. “When you start drinkin?”

“Don’t try to change the subject~”

“Tell me where you were, right fucking now,” He demanded. “And who you were with.”

“I don’t have to tell you anything.” You frowned. “What have you ever told me?”

“You’re too young to be drinking. You weren’t driving were you?”

“Kenneth drove me,” You said before you could think to either lie or refuse to tell. “H-He wasn’t drinking s-so he dropped me off.”

“Who?” He asked, his tone darkening.

“A friend…” You answered vaguely.

“He got you drunk?” You could hear the fury building behind his words.

“No~”

“Did he take advantage of you?”

“No, Elvis!” You exclaimed. “He’s a nice guy~”

“Nice guys hurt little girls too~”

“Well, he didn’t,” You snapped. “He’s…he’s taking me out tomorrow, actually.”

“Like hell he is.”

“You aren’t here to stop me.”

“I don’t give a damn—if I find out you went anywhere with him~”

“You can’t forbid me from seeing him, Elvis,” You said. “Especially considering what you did. Or what you’re doing? Which one is it, huh?”

“What do you mean?” He asked in frustration on the other line.

“Is she still there?” Your throat tightened with tears.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talkin about.”

“There’s a pretty good shot of the two of you in the paper, I’ll save it for you.”

You heard him groan on the other line. “I don’t know what’s going on in the fucking paper~”

“I’m going out with Kenneth.”

“I swear to god you’re gonna get that man hurt.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

You slammed the phone down on the hook, releasing a trembling sigh as your heart hammered in your chest. It rang again, and again, and again until you finally took it off the hook.

You couldn’t eat for days following the call. Although you went through with the decision to go out with Kenneth, it didn’t make you feel any better about your situation with Elvis. Being out with Kenneth should’ve opened your eyes and made you realize what a relationship should be. Instead, you spent the time dreading, yet craving, the privacy of locked doors to which you had grown so accustomed. Even as you entertained Kenneth and drank your milkshake—combating your intense nausea that just wouldn’t go away—you thought of him.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Kenneth asked as he held your hand and walked you to your car after the date.

“I’m fine, I promise.” You smiled before thanking him for the night. You froze a little as he tilted his head to kiss you, but you leaned into it after a moment of shock. You wished him well before climbing into your car, the car that Elvis had gotten you. You started to feel overwhelmed by your endless thoughts and reminders of him. You could hardly focus on the drive back to Graceland, uneasy as you started to think of what Elvis’ reaction would be when he found out that you went out with Kenneth. If he found out you kissed him, he’d go ballistic. He may have even followed through with his threat to hurt Kenneth.

Your stomach churned, making you force back bile as you continued to drive. It was past midnight and Elvis was due back at Graceland sometime tomorrow—you were dreading seeing him. Yet at the same time, that relentless need you had to be near him still tugged at you.

Everyone was on duty the next day to prepare the house for Elvis’ arrival, but you were off that night as usual for school. After hacking up the milkshake from the night before you could barely stand up from your toilet, your legs shaking beneath you as you went to get dressed. You wore a pair of dark, plaid trousers that Barb had got you—you never wore them—and a navy short-sleeved blouse. You styled your hair and decided to do your makeup in an attempt to bring your face to life. You threw on some eyeliner and lipstick, concealing the faint circles under your eyes and adding a little blush before giving up.

“Are you faint?” Dawn asked when she came up to check on you before you left, pressing her hand against your forehead. “I haven’t seen you eat hardly anything in days.”

“I’m just a little sick,” You said, trying not to focus on the way your head was spinning. “I’ll be fine.”

“You have to eat something before you go.”

“I can’t, I’m gonna be late.” The thought of eating anything made your stomach hurt. “I’m coming straight here after class so don’t worry about me.”

You tried to get your mind off of things by listening to the radio on the way to school, but unfortunately, there was no such thing as listening to the radio in Memphis without listening to Elvis Presley. So you opted for driving there in silence, trying to force yourself to relax as you listened to the mechanic hum of the engine.

When you got to campus you parked your car in your usual parking spot, finding Kenneth there waiting for you as he often was.

“Hi.” You tried to smile as he opened your door and helped you out of the car. “You didn’t wait long did you?”

“I just got here,” Kenneth said, closing your door. “I still can’t believe your boss gave you this car.”

“Yeah, he’s…” You trailed off, forcing a short laugh. “D-Did you finish the homework for Winslow?”

“I was hoping Barb did it.” He put his arm over your shoulders as you walked. “I worked late. My boss told me if I left early again I was gonna have to come in a whole extra day to make up the time. You know last time I did that…”

You tried to listen but you couldn’t concentrate on anything other than swallowing down your nausea. You nodded along with his words and laughed when he laughed until you finally reached the door to your class.

“Go out with me after class?” Kenneth asked, stopping you before you went inside.

“I’m back to working regularly tomorrow, I have to be up early,” You said apologetically. “Maybe this weekend?”

“Sure.” He smiled, leaning down and leaving a kiss on the corner of your mouth. Your eyes widened slightly as Elvis’ words replayed in your head, making you pull away first. You didn’t think he would hurt Kenneth, but you couldn’t rule out the possibility completely. You were seeing sides of him that you’d never seen before, and that worried you. “I’ll walk you to your car tonight.”

You nodded with a tense smile before walking into your classroom. You sat down in your seat with a sigh, glad to be off of your unsteady legs. You urged time to go by slowly in your classes, savoring every minute, and even staying after to speak to two of your professors before meeting Kenneth outside.

“Y’know, Ken,” You started, holding your books to your chest as you approached your vehicle. “I had a lot of fun at the diner last night a-and I really like you.”

“I like you too.” Kenneth smiled.

Your heart hammered anxiously against your chest as you forced yourself to speak. “I don’t want to ruin anything between us, but I don’t think it’s going to work out.”

You could see the disappointment spread slowly over his features as he processed your words. “Oh?”

“I-It’s not your fault,” You said quickly. “I have a lot on my plate right now.”

“Oh, well, o-okay,” Kenneth said, forcing a smile. “I’m sorry if I did anything~”

“You didn’t,” You stressed. “We can still hang out with Barb, Pat, and the other guys.”

“For sure,” He said, you could see through the smile he was putting on. “Maybe if your plate isn’t so full in the future…”

“Yeah,” You nodded, smiling softly.

“Okay,” He chuckled. “Be careful going home. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” You said, hugging him with one arm. “Thanks, Ken.”

“No problem,” He said, hugging you back. “See you around.”

You got in your car and started the engine before driving off. It was eleven now, you knew that Elvis would be home and the guys would have likely thrown together some kind of party just for the sake of it. You could see by the multiple cars littering the driveway when you got there that you were right. For a moment you actually dreaded the mess that would be left tomorrow more than you dreaded seeing Elvis.

You pulled your car around before going inside. Music played on the record player in the crowded living room, and people lingered in multiple areas of the house. You slipped through the entrance and made your way upstairs.

You heard someone shouting your name over the music, causing you to stop halfway up the stairs. You turned to see Joel, you’d only spoken to him a few times now and then.

“Hey, Joel,” You said, facing him. “Is everything okay?”

“Elvis was lookin for you earlier,” He said. “He’s blowin off the party so you might can just go talk to him now. He told us to let you know.”

“Okay,” You nodded, forcing a smile.

“Oh.” He stopped you. “How’s the car runnin by the way?”

“Fine, it’s fine I think.”

“I’ll take a look at it for you sometime. Free of charge.” He laughed and you managed to crack a smile.

“Thanks, Joel.”

He nodded at you before going back downstairs. As if god or the universe had something against you, you reached the top of the stairs just as Elvis was leaving his room. His eyes found yours immediately, following your gaze when your eyes darted to your door—trying to judge whether or not you could make it there before him.

You could hear the warning in his tone when he said your name, but you ignored it as you rushed for the door.

You cried out when he crossed the hallway in one long stride and wrapped his arm around your waist, making him cover your mouth as he dragged you backward to his room. You felt weak as you fought against him, uselessly trying to get out of his grasp. He forced you into his room, closing the door as you stumbled forward.

“Where were you?” He asked, locking the door without taking his eyes off of you. He looked angry in a way that you’d never seen, and it scared you. “Who were you with, huh? Are you drunk?”

Your hands trembled as you shook your head wordlessly, unable to form a sentence as you stood there in shock.

“Huh?” He snapped, making you flinch away from him. He grabbed you by the shoulders and you dropped the bag that hung on your arm as he looked you up and down. “Look at you. You look like a whore.”

“Stop, Elvis,” You cried, trying to push him away. “P-Please.”

“Is this what happens when girls go to college?” His grip tightened on your shoulders. “They turn into whores?”

“You’re hurting me,” You said through your tears, struggling to get out of his grip.

“Were you with him?” He asked lowly, his face close to yours. You squeezed your eyes shut and he hummed expectantly for an answer. “Were you with that son of a bitch?”

“I was at school~”

“At school?” He snapped. “Dressed like this?”

“I swear,” You said, looking up and meeting his furious eyes. “I-I-I was at school.”

“You don’t understand,” He said, his jaw tense. “I’ll kill that motherfucker if he touches you. If he touched you~”

“You can’t say that.” You tried to pull away again and you tumbled back a few steps when he let you go. “You don’t have some kind of claim over me. Even if you did, you lost it when you did what you did.”

“This isn’t about me~”

“Oh, that’s new.” You tried to stand your ground even though you felt like falling apart. “I-I’m here waiting by the phone e-every night only for you to call me once while you were away. And the whole time you’re in Hollywood w-with some other girl. You didn’t call me because you were with her.” Your voice buckled as you spoke the truth aloud. “T-That’s why you didn’t call.”

“You gotta understand the way things work in this business.”

“The business?”

“I have to keep people entertained. Colonel says that no publicity is bad publicity so long as it keeps people interested,” He explained. “That means it’s not gonna be the last time you read a story in the paper about me and some other girl.”

“So you didn’t fly her out to Hollywood?” You asked, your breath catching as you tried to stop crying.

“I did,” He said, making another wave of emotion wash over you. “It’s just business.”

“Does she know that?” You asked.

“Yeah.” He shrugged, you weren’t convinced. “S-Some things are just a part of m-my lifestyle, and they have nothing to do with you or us.”

“That’s just not fair.” You shook your head.

“Do you love me?” He asked, he knew you did. “Do you?”

“Yes,” You said, wiping your tears with trembling hands. “You know I do~”

“Then don’t make me snap,” He said, reaching out and grabbing your wrist. You flinched away when he touched you. “Are you scared of me?”

“No,” You said, although you weren’t sure.

“Listen.” He took your face in both his hands and thumbed away your tears. “Don’t make me hurt him. Because I will and then we’ll both be in trouble. And don’t have to worry about what happens when I’m away. We live in two different worlds then.”

“I think we’ve always lived in two different worlds, we’re in two different worlds right now,” You said shakily. “I don’t give a shit who you fly out to Hollywood, Elvis. That’s not why I went out with Kenneth.”

“Don’t say his goddamn name~” He pulled away from you.

“You just can’t see past your own possessiveness,” You said, raising your voice. “I didn’t go out with him because I wanted to get back at you for what you did. I went out with him because I wanted to know what it was like to go on a normal date with a normal person. I wanted to be with someone who made me feel wanted and desired me in the same ways I desired them. I went out with Kenneth because I knew he’d make me feel all those things. I knew he’d make love to me if asked him to~”

“Is that what this is about?” Elvis asked with narrowed eyes. “I wouldn’t fuck you so you went and found somebody that would?”

“You’re so clever, aren’t you? We didn’t have sex, but you know what? We didn’t do a lot of things. We didn’t hide, or make sure we weren’t seen together. We didn’t make up discrete gestures or signals for when we saw each other between classes. We didn’t have to lie or keep a secret~”

“What the hell do you want me to do about that?” Elvis roared suddenly, the amount of anger behind his words scared you but you didn’t shut down.

“I wanted you to call me!” You shouted back. “All I wanted was for you to call me!”

“Well, d’you have a fucking time machine I can borrow?” He shouted. “I can’t do anything about that!”

“You make me feel ashamed of myself,” You cried. “You make me feel insignificant and insecure~”

“Oh, lord,” He said, throwing his hands up. “You’re out of your mind.”

“I’ve barely eaten anything in days because I’ve been dreading you coming back to Graceland.” You continued through your tears. “My nerves have been so bad, Elvis, because I went out with Kenneth when you told me not to. But when I see you in the paper with some other girl you tell me it’s business and I have no choice but to accept it. You keep me up at night wondering if I’m really that unimportant to you and you know what? I realize now that I am.”

“How can you say that? I’d do anything for you.”

“Why? So you can sneak me into your room at night whenever you’re not in Hollywood taking care of business?”

“You’re mine.” He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you against him. “I’ll do what I want with you.”

“You care more about who can’t have me than having me yourself,” You said without meeting his eyes, pressing your hands firmly against his chest in an attempt to keep some space between you. “You don’t care about me, you just want to control me.”

“What do you want me to do?” He asked, trying to meet your eyes.

“You know what I want you to do.” You looked up at him, your face still wet with tears.

“That’s not what you want,” He said, shaking his head. “Because, if I were to do anything to you right now I’d do damage.”

Your breath hitched when he stepped back with you towards the bed, sitting down on the edge before making you straddle him.

“Is that really how you want to lose your virginity?”

“Jesus, Elvis, my virginity means more to you than it does to me.”

“Because I care about you,” He said. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Then don’t hurt me.”

“I won’t.”

You shook your head, wiping the remaining tears from your face. “What’s so wrong with my outfit?”

“I don’t like seeing you in pants,” He said. “Little girls should only wear dresses.”

“Am I a little girl or am I a whore?”

“Don’t get cross. You’re my little girl.” His pointer finger traced the gold chain around your neck until he untucked it from behind your blouse, exposing the two rings and the bird charm that now hung on the thin chain. “I just wanna take care of you. I-I wish…I wish we didn’t have to carry on like this, hidin and sneakin, y’know. I want to have a proper, decent relationship, I do. B-But it’s the only way to keep you in my life, birdie, a-and…I need you in my life.”

“You don’t need me.”

“I do,” He said, his lips twitching in a suppressed smile. “I-I need you. Being away from you all these days, it's killed me, honey, really. A-And I just…the thought of you with someone else~”

“There is no one else. You don’t understand…”

“What?”

“I’m ruined.”

You casted your gaze down as more tears threatened to form in your eyes despite your best efforts.

“I want things to go back to the way they were,” He said, tracing patterns into your thighs. “I want to be close to you.”

You closed your eyes as he leaned in and kissed you. You felt the tension leave your body as you kissed him back. You’d almost forgotten how smooth his lips felt against yours.

“I don’t wanna fight, mama, please,” He whispered, his hands traveling up the sides of your shirt. “Just let me hold you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he hugged your body close to his. You held onto him tightly, savoring every minute of his embrace. “God, I missed you,” You admitted in a whisper.

“I missed you,” He said, rubbing your back. He pulled away after a moment, making you hug him tighter. “We gotta get some food in you.”

“I don’t want to.”

“You gotta,” He chuckled as he pulled you off of him. “You don’t look so good. I don’t want you to faint.”

You nodded as you shifted off of his lap, suddenly aware again of how dizzy you were.

“I’ll go grab you something,” He said standing. “Hold tight for a minute.”

You sighed heavily after he was gone, trying to calm down as you sat alone in his room. You tried to tell yourself that everything was fine again, that he wasn’t mad at you anymore and things were back to normal. You tried convincing yourself that you could eat without getting sick but you weren’t sure you actually could. By the time Elvis returned with an ill-made sandwich—no doubt thrown together by himself—you’d thought it over enough to know that you couldn’t eat anything.

“I-I’ll be sick if I eat anything,” You said, fidgeting with your hands, your legs bouncing anxiously. “I’m so on edge.”

“You gotta calm down.”

“I’m trying.”

He hummed as he sat the plate and glass down on the table by the phone. “Hang on,” He said, walking to his bathroom. You heard him rummage through a few things before returning, seemingly empty handed until he stopped in front of you. You saw him turn over a small white pill in his fingers before bringing it up to his mouth and biting it. He held the other half out to you, putting it in your mouth when you parted your lips. He grabbed the water he’d carried in a minute ago and let you wash it down before washing down the other half himself.

“What is it?” You asked.

“You should eat now,” He said, making you stand. “Let’s get you out of these clothes first.”

“These clothes that you hate?” You ribbed halfheartedly as he unbuttoned your pants first, tugging your waist harshly as he got them off. He made you sit as he pulled them off your legs, kissing your bare calf after they were gone.

“These clothes that make me want to fuck you like I don’t know you.” You could sense the humor behind his words even though he hardly laughed when he said it. He helped you remove your blouse and handed you the sandwich.

You didn’t protest, instead you decided that it was best to try to eat. After a few minutes of picking at the food in silence your eyes started to feel heavy and your head swooned.

“E-Elvis, I don’t…” You paused, searching for the words you wanted to use to describe what you were feeling.

“It’s okay, it’s just the medicine.” He stood. You didn’t remember him sitting down. “It’s a good thing you finished eating.”

You looked down in alarm at the empty plate, you couldn’t remember how long you’d been feeling that way.

“You’re okay, honey.” Elvis took the plate and discarded it on the table by the door. “Lay down.”

You nodded, moving to lay against the pillows—you wondered when you took your shoes off. You felt like you wanted to panic but you physically couldn’t react. You felt the bed dip before you felt Elvis’ arm around you, kissing your shoulder and neck.

“I feel so strange.” You felt like you were spinning. “I-I’m scared.”

“You’re just gonna fall asleep,” He reassured you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to ya, I promise.”

You felt comforted but still far from comfortable as he held you. You felt the edges of consciousness starting to slip away from you as you focused on the feeling of Elvis’ warm breath on your neck and the way the chill running down your spine was unending.

You closed your eyes and gave in to the feeling that you had of floating or falling away. For a short moment before you lost consciousness you felt immense warmth and happiness as Elvis murmured softly about how much he’d missed you. You wanted to hold on to that moment forever.

#elvis presley #elvis x black reader #elvis x you #elvis imagine #austin butler #black reader #elvis fluff #elvis smut #the bikeriders #elvis presely smut #austin!elvis x reader #austin elvis imagine #50s elvis #60s elvis #elvisaaronpresley

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nenynrawrites · 9 days ago

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Lazy day

Summary: Axl gets back from tour and you two decide to spend the first night just chilling in bed that turns to more

Wordcount: 1028 words

Warnings: Female! Reader, SMUT, Axl jerking off and getting jerked off, if I missed anything, let me know:3

A/N: This is for dear Cine @tobbesdiscordkitten (who definitely didn't go crazy over the idea<3)

(Btw, I had Axl from 2001 to 2006 (left is 2006, right is 2001) in my head, but it works with any era Axl you want to imagine:])

Likes, comments and reblogs are always welcomed<3

,,I'll be right back, yeah?''

,,Mhm, yeah.''

Whenever Axl was touring, he tried to get you to come with him, ever since you two first met. But either your work didn't let you, even if it was for a day or his management didn't say yes...So basically two managements said no at most times. But when it worked, you two were basically attached by the hip, using every free minute to explore. Though the best times were still downtime, when you've got holidays during it or the tour was done itself: Cuddling for hours, making food together, talking about all the things that happened in the months you were apart, listening to music, and of course, the sex. Which brings us to the next point...

,,I'm gone for a minute and you do that-''

,,I can stop.''

,,I wanted to say ,,And you do that without me'' actually, but now that you mention that...''

,,Come 'ere, baby.''

It was a sight for your tired eyes: The TV was still playing, though the blanket was pushed down to around Axl's knees, his lower half exposed, as he had been shirtless all day, the nipple piercing shining in the TV's light whilst one hand played with it, the other buried under his boxers, lazily stroking. It just made you remember how much you missed his body, the closeness and softness of it, but you didn't know if your tiredness would get the better of the two of you.

Until you were laying back in bed, your whole body tingled, only tamed by Axl's lips on yours. Trying to say anything was a literal loss for words: He didn't let you, neither did your brain. But by the second your eyelids got heavier, your kisses barely had any pressure, but one of your hands still joined Axl's under his boxers, languidly stroking to whatever pace he wanted. But even he got too tired after a few minutes, none of you bothering to take your hands out, just leaving them there, halfway intertwined...

~-~

,,Didn't know you wanted to surprise me like that.''

,,What-''

The sun shone in to the bedroom, casting a red shadow over it. The air was warm, even warmed since Axl was right next to you, one arm around your body, holding you close, the other seemingly not having left his boxers. Your eyes followed your arm that wasn't under his body, just to see the same. But the feeling was...Weird. And sticky. Did he...Probably in his sleep, but it felt weirdly...Good. So to tease, you moved your hand very lightly.

,,Mhm...Don't...''

,,Why? You know it feels good.''

,,Yeah, but...Fuck, don't-''

Axl's eyes were closing, small breaths escaping him as his body slightly shook. And lo and behold, he came. Little tremors still shook his body as he came down from the small high, slight drool escaping his mouth as he eyed you up and down.

,,That's why, baby...''

,,Aww, little bit sensitive, hm? You look so cute like this! Don't want me to continue when you're just begging to feel me, hm? Right, honey?''

,,Oh, shut up, you little brat...''

Before the tiredness overtook him again, he quickly moved his knee between your legs, his arms around your upper body and his face smushed into your chest before falling soundly back asleep.

~-~

,,You know you're a bastard, right?''

,,Depends on what I've done, sugar.''

,,Leaving me high and dry? Not very gentlemanly of you.''

,,Would've been if you would've listened.''

You just rolled your eyes at him, stepping out of the small bathroom and standing in front of the full length mirror, posing, before big hands settled on your waist and a chin occupying the space on your shoulder.

,,Look at my pretty girl. I love those hips of yours, you know?''

,,You've got pretty ones yourself.''

,,Yeah, but yours are just...Magical, or whatever the fuck that word is.''

,,And yours are great to grab on to.''

,,You think so?''

,,I know so! It's my favourite part when I'm sucking you off.''

By now you weren't facing the mirror anymore, but him instead, slowly descending onto your knees. You didn't continue, just sat there until Axl looked at you, a happy smile on his lips.

,,Fuck, didn't realise how much I've missed you until now.''

,,The horniness gone?''

,,Yeah...Get up, honey.''

Obeying, he pulled you close, one arm around your lower back, the other around your upper back, giving you a tight hug.

,,How did you know this?''

,,How long have we been together?''

,,10 years?''

,,Exactly. And I think that's enough time for me to figure that out. And for you to figure it out about me.''

,,I do know that you're horny right now, sugar. Otherwise you wouldn't be able to form a single thought.''

,,Bet you can still make me feel like that?''

,,Of course.''

Both your bodies felt warmer than before as you kissed. Axl basically guided you, putting one of your legs around his waist before your back hit the bed once again, not once catching your breath.

,,If I didn't have to breathe, I would just kiss you until my lips fell off.''

,,That's strong...Thought of going as a vampire for Halloween this year?''

,,If you'll be my vampire goddess, then yes.''

,,Deal.''

You just looked at him: His eyes had that look of want, if not even need and admiration. His lips that were so puffy and red from all the kissing that they look blistered. And the saliva smeared over it...Made you think. His chest heaved as if he just ran a marathon, his abs contracting just as hard. And his knee placement was just...Perfect.

Axl tried to say something, but you shut him up with one of a million more kisses, and he complied, giving in fully, his body laying on yours.

,,Now...Do you want to tell me how the rest of the tour went? 'Cause I certainly know the first part.''

,,Oh, exhausting, let me tell you...''

And so you spent the rest of the day sharing stories from the past few months, alternating between the bedroom, eating snacks in the kitchen or sitting outside in the garden.

#nenynra's stuff #nenynra's thoughts #one a day series #guns n roses #axl rose

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residentshitcunt · 1 year ago

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The funniest thing for me personally, coming out of all the James Somerton shit, is the camera choises that he made. I've seen a couple of his more recent videos, there is nothing there that requires spending more than a couple of grand max on a complete camera rig. If what you do is sit in front of a stationary background in controlled lighting and talk at the camera, you can make that work with fucking 8-bit footage (I wouldn't for the sake of flexibility, but it's very doable), keeping in mind it's gonna compress down to a garbage-fire bitrate for streaming. And you go from a Ursa Mini Pro G2 to an FX6? When you're supposedly running out of money? Everything about an FX6 is more money. You need FF glass, you probably want AF lenses, probably mirrorless ones too (no sigma 18-35 1.8 for full frame), and for what, slightly better low light performance (not an issue on a professional set, most cine cams shoot at low EI values) and AF, which again isn't an issue shooting with cine lenses because they don't have fucking AF motors. "I wAnT tO sHoOt AnAmOrPhIc" buy a flare filter and crop your footage and spend the money you saved hiring people to do what actually needs to be done to make a good film, which doesn't involve blowing your budget on camera gear.

#james somerton

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johannesviii · 7 months ago

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When did you start watching infinity train?

Ok, so. Let me break down the timeline.

February 1st, 2024: My friends' cine-club decides to watch all of Infinity Train. We watch Book 1. I'm in love. I immediately download it to show it to my s.o. I think about it from time to time for a week. Hell yeah, what a cool, nice, normal interest that won't spiral out of control

February 8th, 2024: Cine club again. We watch Infinity Train Book 2. I have kind of a visceral reaction to MT at first because it feels like watching 14 year-old me, and not in a pleasant way. But I really get into the story halfway through, and by the time the Tape Car happens I'm. like. screaming in chat about how cool the visuals are and how brave the metaphor is. I cry a bit. Hell yeah, what a great show and a new special interest with a normal intensity, and there's zero way it's gonna get worse

February 15th, 2024: Cine club yet again. We watch Infinity Train Book 3. I'm kind of hyped because I thought these guys were very intriguing in Book 2, and lo and behold: I fucking love these characters. I fucking love this story. It has almost every single trope that is garanteed to make me lose my mind over a story AND amazing character building AND it does incredibly brave things narratively. But also I relate to Simon way too much for my own good, for some very specific reasons (aka trauma related to 1) a toxic relationship with a friend in highschool, 2) my negligent mother, 3) and that phase where I was borderline homeless around 2007-2009 when I was about 20 y.o.) and this entire story basically holds a mirror in front of my face screaming "this is you if you picked every wrong choice in your life". It breaks my heart. It breaks my brain. How am I supposed to feel normal about this in any way

March 6th, 2024: Rewatching s2 + s3 on my own. Bad idea. Bomb countdown activates

March 7th, 2024: I need to talk about this shit. Infodumps and analysis start in a couple of discord servers. By this point we have truely reached the point of no return. Hyperfixation activates

March 12th, 2024: Full color fanart. It's too late. There's no cure. Quarantine the entire area

(and then we watched Book 4 and it was also very good but yeah)

So yeah I would like to congratulate this show for doing the impossible and destroying my brain harder than Doctor Who did all the way back in 2014

#replies #anonymous #anon #infinity train #IT WAS ON MY 'TO WATCH LATER' LIST FOR YEARS #I HAD NO IDEA

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chaenniz · 2 years ago

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bad idea! - 8. late

the doorbell jingled softly as chaewon stepped into the cozy warmth of the cat cafe. the aromatic scent of freshly brewed coffee and the gentle purring of feline companions greeted her.

chaewon glanced around, searching for the perfect spot to settle down and immerse themselves in their study materials.

spotting a table by the window, bathed in a stream of golden sunlight, they made their way over and pulled out their textbooks and laptop.

it was the perfect ambiance for a productive study session. however, there was one obstacle standing in her way – she had to wait for y/n, her sworn enemy and project partner, to arrive before they could start.

where was she anyway? y/n was already running 15 minutes late to their agreed meet-up time. chaewon was starting to think that she bailed on her.

just then, a familiar puppy-like teammate of y/n walks into the cafe, sporting the black and white uniforms that employees wore at the cafe.

yujin simply smiles at chaewon, before heading into the shop’s break room, waiting for her shift to start.

sighing, chaewon settled into their seat and absentmindedly sipped her iced americano, she never really liked coffee, but found that americanos were one of the few drinks she could tolerate.

she had always found solace in the company of cats, and this little haven provided a much-needed respite from the tensions of hers and y/n’s rivalry. soft mews and gentle purrs filled the air as the resident felines lounged lazily across the room, seemingly oblivious to the world.

not wanting to lose anymore time, chaewon starts going over the project outline again, not willing to tank another bad grade due to your careless actions.

lost in thought, chaewon barely noticed when y/n walked in. her eyes widened in surprise, and a fleeting moment of panic gripped her heart.

as chaewon looked up at y/n, she couldn’t deny that the girl in front of her was radiating an undeniable allure.

dressed in form-fitting athletic attire that accentuated her curves, y/n embodied both strength and femininity. her body glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration, making chaewon ask herself if she ran here after practice.

y/n’s hair, tousled and slightly damp, falls effortlessly around her shoulders, framing a face that screams ‘yeah, i know i’m hot.’

every move y/n makes reveals the grace and power of her well-toned physique. the beads of sweat that cling to her skin highlight her sculpted muscles, showcasing the results of countless hours of dedication and hard work.

for some reason, your appearance looked really good to chaewon right now, her mouth slightly ajar.

before chaewon could stare at you any longer, your low voice and uneven breathing from running to the cat cafe stopped her.

"hey," y/n greeted, her voice surprisingly gentle. “sorry, i’m all sweaty, i ran here.” chaewon high fives herself for getting that right.

chaewon cleared her throat hurriedly, trying to compose herself. she wasn’t nervous, you had just caught her off guard, that was all, yup.

"…that’s okay” she managed to say, her voice sounding more confident than she felt.

y/n chuckled awkwardly and took the seat across from chaewon. "sorry again, you know, for being late,” y/n paused before continuing, looking directly into chaewon’s eyes, “should we get started?"

relieved by her somewhat amicable approach, chaewon nodded and opened their textbook.

at the very least, the two of you weren’t at each others throats. maybe this project would be different after all.

back from the dead 🙏

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jayjj7 · 9 months ago

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chapter 9. embarrassing

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to no one’s surprise, lily broke your mirror after you told her to be careful. she was the reason your conversation with chaewon was cut off but you didn’t think much of it, though that didn’t mean you weren’t complaining to haewon and lily for the rest of the evening. lily being the nice person she is, decided to sleep over and go to the store to buy a mirror with you the following morning, after you threaten her of course. haewon had left shortly after cleaning up the broken glass in your room.

“yn hurry up we’re gonna end up being at the store all day knowing you!” lily complains resting her head on the half open front door.

“i’m coming hold on! i have to use this mirror instead because someone broke my other one” you emphasize hoping lily would catch your attitude.

“yn i told you im sorry! im gonna buy you a new one anyway!”

“thanks” you smile skipping out your house making your way to your car with lily following behind.

“hey yn!” a familiar voice diverts your attention next door. it’s chaewon opening her mail box, though it confused you as most mail and packages are delivered in the afternoon.

“oh hey chaewon!” you smile and wave at her, still walking towards your car. “i loved the cookies by the way, they were so good! except she ate most of them” you roll your eyes, playfully shoving lily.

“oh don’t worry i’ll make you more” chaewon says awkwardly making eye contact between you and lily.

“don’t bother! yn once ate 3 whole cookie packs in a day!” lily interrupts as she steps into the passenger seat.

chaewon awkwardly laughs as she watches you scold your friend. while watching you, she slowly turns to look behind her only to see yunjin, sakura, kazuha, and eunchae watching from the window. all five of them making eye contact for a fraction of a second before the group closed the blinds.

“don’t listen to her, i swear that’s not true!” you say stepping into your car, embarrassed.

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alangdorf · 10 months ago

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Welp, the ref lineup still isn’t done cause I haven’t drawn Shion yet, and the belated valentines I’ve been working on are gonna be like at least a month late cause I just planned three more, but what I did do these past couple weeks is start writing a fanfic and then immediately abandon it to go draw a bunch of only tangentially-related suzutsubas (except for that first pic; that’s a scene from it, albeit one I haven’t written yet), only half of which are fit for public posting (one of ‘em I could make a few edits and feel ok about posting sometime; it’s not that out there, it’s just, y’know. Hamal Cine Bad End Hyperbolic Torture Chamber. I’m usually very “whatever happens happens” about my art but if I don’t show some restraint I know I’ll end up stuck in there forever), but hey, since I’ve been teasing them for ages and finally have some finished stuff with them, take a couple Suzumii! Also gonna ramble abt headcanons under the cut (and it will be LONG)

To begin, a note abt my Len’en gender/pronoun headcanons: as a they/them preferrer myself, I’m thrilled that most people just stick with those for everyone, but I’ve developed some more detailed headcanons as I go through working on designs and I’ll generally be using those. Don’t worry though, most of them are still nonbinary and basically all of them are trans/gq. Relevant ones for this post are Tsubakura: they/them nonbinary (transmasc to some degree) and Suzumi: cis female, question mark?? (to be elaborated on); for clarity’s sake I usually use she/her for Arde and Hamal Cine individually and plural they for the system collectively (also I don’t usually use their nicknames, dunno why), but singular they for Benet (the wiki says Benny is probably short for Benetnasch so I’m assuming that’s their actual name) for reasons which will also be elaborated on (sort of).

Aaalso this clearly isn’t autobiographical or anything but I think I’m subconsciously putting a lot of myself into Suzumi because 1) we do look pretty similar (brown wavy bob + blue eyes) and 2) given their current status as both the main antagonist and the most well-known plural Len’en character (I get the impression that Hooaka also being plural isn’t super common knowledge; I mean it took me several read-throughs of their wiki page and their dialogue with BPoHC Secret Team to get what they were getting at lol) I am probably way too anxious about doing a bad stereotype. Just an observation and also probably partially why I’ve even ended up with so much headcanon for them in the first place

And before I get into the thick of it, notes on derivations from canon: I’m running with the assumption that Suzumi being a system is a relatively recent development tied to whatever incident it was that caused the falling-out, since Tsubakura is like the only person who seems at all familiar with Hamal (including Mitori/Chouki/Fumikado, but they’re more easily explained away as just having met with one of the other alters the few times they’ve interacted) even though she’s supposedly usually the one fronting. They don’t seem to know the mechanics of it though, judging by their confusion when Arde implied that she and Hamal are different people. So basically, I’ll be referring to pre-incident Suzumi as a different character from any of the other three. (Ngl I am very influenced by Dissociation Constant on that and just in general [when will my wife The One and Only Suzutsuba Fic return from the war…..]) I was also debating whether to have Suzumi have any history with the gang before starting to work at the lab/whether stuff would happen around high school or college age, cause they keep referring to everything happening “a long time ago” and I know I, a 24-year-old, feel like stuff that happened five years ago was like yesterday, but I do have the pandemic and not really doing much of anything for most of that time to reckon with so like, eh. College age makes more sense in my head and so does the dynamic of like, Suzumi was only introduced into the friend group (she was acquainted w Hoojiro and Yabu already though bc lab) because she was dating Tsubakura and since that ended, and badly (understatement of the century), they have extremely little reason to be civil with each other and also interacting at all is really awkward.

Ok now on with it! Either end of high school or beginning of college, Suzumi ends up interning at Tsubakura’s lab for college credit (Tsuba’s already practically a department head despite being like 17 or something because. Idk. Who even knows what’s up with them) and she’s like. Only wears t-shirts and jeans (bought a bunch of khakis for this job though), [reading] glasses from the men’s section, hates leaving her hair down (it’s lab safety anyways). Repressed queer in denial, you know the type. Starts interacting a lot with Mx. Tsubakura “wears short shorts that everybody thinks are actually a skirt and also uses ore and omae almost exclusively” Enraku who seems to have everything all figured out and is immediately starstruck (GIRL WHY?? they are such a mess). Lots of “do I want to date them or do I want to be them” confusion (this will be relevant later); eventually evolves into the “am I trans or just a lesbian” question (not that they would need to be attracted to women to be into Tsubakura but you get the picture), which never quite gets answered.

In any case, they do eventually start dating (Tsubakura thinks she’s cute and smart so they reciprocate), and they’re not like super great together cause Tsubakura is emotionally constipated at the best of times (Suzumi’s into that though) and neither of them are the most mentally/emotionally healthy people even back then and also Tsubakura is more or less Suzumi’s boss which is weird, but they’re kind of ok??? Tsubakura’s mom dies at some point, also they move in together (college housing is expensive), the rest of the crew at the very least tolerate Suzumi, etcetera.

And then…! [insert catastrophic event here]!! I don’t have a shot to call on this yet cause I have no idea what it could’ve been (and I’m sure it’ll get revealed at some point anyways); I’m just banking on it being something extremely not mundane and something where you could reasonably set the blame on either (or neither) party cause they sure both seem convinced the other is way worse, huh! In Tsubakura’s case at least, blaming Suzumi is partially a defense mechanism so their self-loathing doesn’t get the better of them over it (guess what the fic was supposed to be about, lol).

The worst part of all this business though is that they DON’T break up over it immediately and it just makes everything orders of magnitude worse for everyone involved. Tsubakura and Arde have hate sex MORE THAN ONCE………… they would both really rather forget about it. Hamal thinks it’s hilarious, ofc, but the less said about her, the better. And Benet… exists??? The only idea that I’m running off of for them atm is the observation that I think they’re the only character with flat black eyes other than Tsubakura/Tsurubami and the subsequent idle thought, “hey if someone malded so hard about a breakup that they ended up with an introject of their ex would that be messed up or what?” So make of that what you will. (Oh and it may have been obvious that this is what I was going for but Hamal is femme and Arde is butch and they’re constantly squabbling abt aesthetic presentation. Having Arde be straight-up male would’ve been too straightforward of an interpretation and I think it’s funnier this way)

The canonically mentioned murder attempts start taking place and I’m leaning towards Tsubakura eventually being convinced to move out even though it was originally their apartment, albeit mostly just because the wikipedia page for house sparrows mentions that they’re known to take over swallows’ nests, usually after they’ve been abandoned, but they will sometimes drive away or kill the current occupants, and that was a very fun fact to come across when specifically doing research for Len’en but idk how else to incorporate it lol. And so on and so forth up until the present time.

Uhhh is that all I have atm? I think so! Anyway, I think I finally shook out all my suzutsuba doodles (and rambling, though I do still have that fic to work on. idk whether I’ll be able to finish it though; I started strong with an extended metaphor in the middle but Iiiii’m not sure if I can successfully write my way up to it while making it make sense. Also I may draw pretty slow but I write even slower!! Eh I’m sure I’ll post some of it sometime) for the time being so I should theoretically be able to finish up my bigger projects now. Maybe I’ll have the valentines ready in time for white day? We’ll see!

#art #len’en #tsubakura enraku #suzumi kuzu #suzutsuba #btw sorry if that’s like not the right ship name lol I saw like one person use it but there’s not much in the tag but that might just be #bcuz ppl don’t seem to make much for it anyways #digital #I should probably ask for len’en discord recommendations sometime soon just given the Circumstances #namely if tumblr actually goes down the drain but also so my little sister doesn’t have to keep watching me have a mental breakdown live #(hi Val!!)#briefly looked into the wiki’s server but that has A THOUSAND MEMBERS?? scary…..#ough FINALLY this post took me like a full day to write #also of note: these are essentially silly little doodles and I got kind of lazy with them #and I still don’t know how to draw Tsubakura’s hat or hair…..#idk why I’ve been having so much trouble differentiating how I draw Suzumi and Tsubakura’s hair but I have and it’s weird

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