#for real though he'd have a whole team of mechanics on call just for his family/friends

[iammorethananame]

Me: *financially independent and uncomfortable accepting monetary help*

Also me: *fiercely anti-captalist and anti-rich people*

Still me: *staring wistfully at @theidiotwhowritesthings's sugar daddy!Joel Miller AU* I want one

[dullgecko]

We've had a few "oops everyone gets changed into xyz thing", but I think it would be funny if they get changed into baby goats because they're the Bad Kids.

Maybe Aguefort thought it would be funny, and because he has that weird antagonistic thing with Gorgug, maybe Gorgug doesn't get changed and has to deal with his friends being goats.

Riz would be a nightmare (even more ability to climb). Kristen and Fig would both spend the whole time headbutting things.

Gorgug is just so done with everything. He calls Ayda and Aelwyn and then just goes home for a nap until everything gets sorted.

Gorgug is standing in shock in the middle of his lawn outside the thistlespring tree. Riz had been sitting in the shade against the trunk fiddling with a puzzlebox Aguefort had asked him to work out how to open, the rest of his party similarly comfortable and lounging when Gorgug got up to go get some snacks from the kitchen.

He'd been halfway to the door when Riz made a triumphant noise behind him at having worked out the locking mechanism, a bright flash accompanying the noise before suddenly everyone was gone. Well, not gone, just slightly less humanoid/goblinoid than before.

It had taken the half orc nearly an hour to round everyone up into a fenced-in portion of the yard, he was sure his mom would forgive them for trampling the vegetable garden since this was an emergency. Kristen and Adaine had been easy enough to snag, the pair of them getting tossed into the pen before Gorgug had to hunt down Fabian and Fig. Both of whom were currently headbutting eachother full force and looking like they were enjoying themselves immensly.

Riz had been the real challenge, just as sneaky as a goat as he was as a goblin, and Gorgug had needed to go hunting for the little guy. He found him eventually though, Riz having somehow scaled the outside of the tree and currently chilling in the upper branches. The half orc had needed to go inside the house, go up to his parents room and snag Riz through the window he was standing next to. At least he was pretty small and Gorgug could hold him in one hand.

Once Gorgug had wrestled the puzzle box out of his mouth he tossed Riz into the pen with the others, snorting when Fabian tried to resume his headbutting game but with Riz instead but was obviously being much more gentle this time.

Friends secured he finally sent out the SOS to the backup research team, the half orc flopping down to lie in the grass and supervise until they got there and could sort this mess out.

[cattimeswithjellie]

The most interesting thing about the Bogeyman curse is how it changes from game to game. We've seen it twice now, in Last Life and Limited Life, but in each game it's so different that it might as well not even be the same mechanic.

In Last Life, the Bogeyman curse is as much a roleplay device as it is a game mechanic. The behavior of players is fundamentally changed by it because the rule states that all loyalties and allegiances are broken until the curse is lifted, and the players actually listen to that. They keep their status secret, they plot against everyone on the server, they kill their own allies without remorse. The curse is seen as a real curse because if you get it, you have to do things you might not want to do and you could ruin your alliances and damage your chances of survival because of it. There is basically no upside except for players who really enjoy chaos.

In Limited Life, the Bogeyman is a whole different beast, so to speak. The rule of forsaken alliances is apparently still in place, but nobody follows it. Hardly anybody even acknowledges it, except to consider and then discard the possibility of scoring an easy kill on an ally. Becoming the Bogeyman has no impact on anyone's allegiances, and teams are very willing to assist their afflicted members in scoring the kill that cures. Not only does this remove the downside of being Bogeyman (as it would be extraordinarily difficult to not get a kill with your allies helping you out), the Bogeyman gets a substantial upside in this game. Being the Bogeyman is a coveted strategic advantage because you get one opportunity to kill an enemy for double damage while securing a double benefit for yourself. The ability to steal two hours from someone's life is massive, as is the chance to gain a full hour with one death. Skizz never truly recovered from his double bogey deaths in Session One, while Tango's back to back Bogey kills put him in a far stronger position than he'd been before. Being chosen as the Bogeyman is not really a curse at all, and you can see the energy surrounding the daily choosing change as the players realize this.

The actual mechanics of the Bogeyman bit changed too, though we're left to infer what they actually are. We know they are different in Limited Life, just not exactly how. We know that Red Names can now become Bogeyman, which was not the case before. We know that the Bogeyman can score legal kills on Red Names, which was not the case before. We have some evidence, though nothing solid, that the Bogeyman mechanic cannot end someone's series. This would be a continuation of the mechanic from Last Life, where the Bogeyman could not be washed out of the series for failing their mission and could not end anyone's series with a Bogey kill. We haven't seen anybody fail in their Bogeyman mission yet, but I'd be very surprised if a Red Bogeyman's failure to score a kill was enough to wash them out of the series. Talk about anticlimactic! And we do have evidence that a Bogeyman kill on a Red player does not wash them out of the series either. (Etho got credit for his bogey kill on Jimmy, but Jimmy's death was treated as a normal death. This was the first Bogey kill on a red name, so it's impossible to tell if a Red player killed by a Bogey only loses one hour or if that is only the case if the Red player has less than two hours left.)

All in all, I really like the Bogeyman mechanic and it's brought a lot to both the games it was in, but I kind of really wish they'd called it something different and explained the rules a little more thoroughly for Limited Life. It's got the same kind of spirit, but it's definitely not the same Bogeyman.

[cielachela]

i won’t ask you to wait if you don’t ask me to stay

sorry y’all i listened to ‘tis the damn season a lil too hard

(max) if i wanted to know who you were hanging with while i was gone i would've asked you

on non-speaking terms, he hates hearing about daniel's LA adventures during new year’s because he should be here in monaco with him, not gone off doing god-knows-whatever kinds of wild activities with scotty and his posse. he hates seeing the numerous posts on instagram where they're all in some neon club, girls all over them. he hates it because he knows daniel belongs here, in monaco, with him.

(daniel) it's the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass, but i felt it when i passed you / there's an ache in you put there by the ache in me / but if it's all the same to you it's the same to me

right after daniel announces he's leaving red bull in the 2018 season, the air between him and max stiffens, and no matter how many terrible jokes daniel cracks during PR videos, max's smile never fully reaches his eyes after that. when there's no cameras or filming going on, max avoids daniel at all costs, even ignoring him when he's right next to him in the garage. the coldness from max's demeanor chills daniel every time, instilling the partial regret of leaving before the season's even ended. daniel knows he's hurt max, but he can't just stay at a team that doesn't prioritize him and his needs. he just can't gamble his whole career by staying, although leaving means leaving max and everything that brings comfort in his life, besides his hometown.

(daniel) so we could call it even, you could call me babe for the weekend, 'tis the damn season write this down / i'm staying at my parent's house, and the road not taken looks real good now / and it always leads to you in my hometown

daniel had so many plans of bringing max home to perth; he'd always seemed so enamored with stories from daniel's childhood, wanting to be shown around the town and taken to the park bench where daniel had once broken a finger doing a badly executed backflip, wanting to be shown his childhood home and the countertops that daniel always swore had it out for him, always coming back to monaco after the winter break with bruised hips. daniel's in perth now for christmas, the season and red bull far behind him in europe. not max though. after a long, sad conversation with pleas of "for old times' sake, maxy, please," because he always promised both max and his parents he'd bring them to meet him properly outside of a race weekend, max finally gives in. after a quiet but long flight, and a slightly less tense drive from the airport, max and daniel finally arrive at his parent's farm, but michelle was there as well, so that left only daniel's room available, the guest room occupied by michelle's kids. daniel offered to take the couch, but max refused to put him out of his own room, offering to take the couch himself, which daniel quickly shut down because he was his guest. after settling on sharing the bed, ("maxy, it's a queen. we've shared smaller beds.") the jet lag quickly caught up with them, both of them sliding into bed. "max?" daniel asks into the dark room. "yes, daniel?" max answers. "do you ever wonder what you might do if you had a normal life?" daniel questions. max is quiet for a while before answering. "yes. i think i would be a mechanic or something. you?" it's a very on-brand answer for max. daniel thinks for a moment. "i think the same for me. but i don't know if i would've left australia if it weren't for racing." max turns his head to look at him, barely visible in the pale moonlight. "no, i think you would have left at some point. we had to meet somewhere along the road, yes?" daniel turns to meet max's gaze. "i suppose so, maxy," he says, neither of them saying another word, just staring for a moment before max turns his head back facing forward, blue eyes flashing in the dim light for a moment before closing. daniel watches his chest rise and fall until his breathing evens out. daniel stretches his hand out between them, landing somewhere on the bed, but not close enough to touch max. he falls asleep then, dreaming about another lifetime where their relationship wasn't held tense and taught by everlasting rivalries and their careers. he even thinks, in his dream, they're a little more than friends.

(daniel) the holidays linger like bad perfume, you can run but only so far / i escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave / but if it's okay with you, it's okay with me

inviting max to perth with him was a humbling experience. sunday night, after the abu dhabi gp, daniel knocks on max's hotel room door. it swings open to reveal a disheveled max in a white t shirt and gray sweats, contrasting with daniel's large black t shirt and sweats. at the sight of daniel, max tenses, a sad gleam glistening over his eyes, but then it washes away immediately into a blank expression from years of PR training and emotion suppression learned from his father. max looks at him expectantly, and daniel realizes he hasn't said anything yet. "oh, uh, sorry. i was just, um, wondering, if maybe you wanted to come home to perth with me during the break? wanted to keep my promise." max raises an eyebrow. "oh, now you want to stick to your word? what about when you said you weren't going to leave?" max asks harshly. daniel winces, but continues anyway. "please max, i already promised my parents i'd take you with me." max is already looking ready to close the door. "that is not my problem. you should not make promises you can't keep. goodnight, daniel," he says, pushing the door shut. almost. daniel stops it with a hand, pushing it open before sighing heavily, looking up at max. "please, can we just talk?" max rolls his eyes but steps back anyway, mumbling a small "fine" as he lets daniel into the room. they take their seats on opposite ends of the bed; max's knee jumping in time with the fidgeting of daniel's hands. he brushes a thumb over the rose tattoo before speaking. "i just thought you should see perth while we're still-" "why did you leave?" max interrupts. startled, daniel turns to meet max's gaze. "i just can't let them waste my career like that. they weren't prioritizing me at all." max doesn't like that answer. "that is not true, they love you, i'm sure if i ask christian he will say we are both his favorites." daniel shakes his head, tired of explaining himself to everyone. "come on, max, you know as well as i do that they were favoring you." max shakes his head in denial but doesn't say anything else. there's a long stretch of silence before daniel breaks it again. "please just come home with me, max." max jumps up. "but your home is here! with red bull! with- with..." max trails off, unable to say 'with me' without pouring his whole heart out to daniel. "max," daniel whispers, "please just come home with me," he repeats, "for old times' sake, maxy, please." max runs a hand through his hair, then sits back down. "fine."

(max) time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires / now i'm missing your smile, hear me out / we could just ride around / and the road not taken looks real good now / and it always leads to you in my hometown

the days leading up to christmas are filled by daniel showing max around the ranch and how things work. the days feel shorter now that max spends so much time staring at daniel's incomplete smile from the passenger side of his truck. he wishes he knew how to fix it and still keep himself sewn together even after being ripped apart so many times. after dinner each night, they slip into the same bed and make smalltalk about the day's events before falling asleep. in the middle of the night, max wakes up to daniel's hand near him, so he carefully places his next to daniel's, sliding a pinky underneath his, trying not to let his heart ache too much at the thought that they'll never have this again. every night since waking up with their fingers intertwined, he dreams of a lifetime where they're here, in perth, but their intertwined fingers have matching gold bands and daniel kisses him before saying goodnight. he hates his wishful thinking, because it makes waking up and seeing an empty but warm bed all the more painful.

(daniel) sleep in half the day, just for old times' sake / i won't ask you to wait if you don’t ask me to stay / so i'll go back to LA, and the so-called friends who'll write books about me if i ever make it / and wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles i'm faking / and the heart i know i'm breaking is my own / to leave the warmest bed i've ever known / we could call it even even though i'm leaving / and i'll be yours for the weekend / 'tis the damn season

christmas comes and goes. max blends in well with the family, charming grace and helping joe around where he can while he plays with isaac and isabella. he even makes it into the ricciardo family christmas photograph that is to be sent out next year for the holidays. daniel had originally planned to go to LA for new year's with scotty and his wild friends, but he hesitated now that max was in the picture. he so badly wanted to stay in perth with him, drop off the face of the earth and just live at daniel's farm, because that’s what friends do, right? max, however, didn't want to get in the way. he booked his ticket back to belgium to visit his mother for the same day daniel was due to leave, not knowing daniel was hoping max would ask him to stay. so they leave perth. their flights are relatively at the same time, so they at least get to say goodbye before departing. it's not as extensive as either of them wishes, though. "this is my gate, i guess." max says, looking down at his ticket. daniel nods. "yeah, i'm right over there," he says, pointing to a gate a few meters away. max looks up at daniel, the silence between them now growing thick with unsaid words. "so, uh, i guess i'll uh, see you on the track?" daniel bites back a protest that he can't just wait 2 months to see him, but an airport where people are starting to recognize them is no place to have this conversation. so he just nods and gives max a sad, small smile. "i guess so, maxy. stay safe." and then they turn and get onto their respective planes. it's a restless, long flight for daniel. he can't stop thinking about how far away he'll be from max now, not only right now in january but also in the paddock now that they won't be on the same team. he wonders if max will have forgotten how to read him by then. he always seemed to know which smiles were genuine and which were PR trained, anyway. he doesn't know how it'll be next season, but he knows he would trade the rest of his career if he could live the life he lived in his dreams, where he and max lived in australia and never had to worry about who saw them together, where they had matching gold rings and held hands the same way they had in real life, but mainly he just wishes he could stay in the safety of that warm, comforting bed with max where he'd never slept so good before.

[amalgamgooze]

Today, my high school hosted their annual art show.

This year was the first (and last) year that I had a piece featured in it.

It was also the first (and possibly last) time I'll go to it. (Though maybe I'll be back someday?)

Though I'd never been to one before, this year's exhibition felt special compared to the other years.

Maybe it was because a lot of my friends had full displays at this show.

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I walked in, showed my parents the one thing I'd painted, and quickly made my way to the main floor where all my friends were displaying their work.

First, I'd stopped at a table with a friend I knew from soccer at the beginning of the school year. He'd been injured for the first half of the season, so we'd spent a lot of time talking while on the sidelines. (It's worth noting I managed the team, so I didn't spend much time in drills either.) While we talked about his art projects occasionally, I had no idea what to expect tonight from his display at the art show.

What I didn't expect was Wes Anderson level stop-motion projects. At no point had I ever gotten the feeling that this friend was one who'd worked with stop-motion. A whole area was dedicated to watching various films he'd made. My favorite one was one he'd made about lemmings, which was a criticism of the work-intensive culture in America. (You know I love my societal parodies!)

But I think it goes to show that you'll never really know everything about a person. In fact, I'm still learning new stuff about my parents even after living with them for the past eighteen years.

Next' I'd visited a table with a newer friend, who, while we went to elementary school together, I can't say we talked much until more recently during art class. She was always working on some crochet stuff or something similar, so when I finally read their exhibit description, I was honestly shocked to find out that they focused on making their own dyes.

You know, like in Minecraft? When you take the flowers and--it's something I'd always been interested in doing, but never really had the time to do myself. It was exhilarating to see someone else who'd actually taken it up seriously. I can't explain why. After all, I wasn't even doing the thing--someone else was, and I still thought it was cool!

Maybe it's because it was someone I knew in person, who existed as a real tangible person as opposed to the online people I could've watched do the same techniques. That's just my guess.

Then I walked past the piano, which one of my friends was playing. They'd played piano at past art shows, usually with someone else to take turns with, but this time, they played the whole two hours alone. I commend Piano Friend for this--it's hard for me to even improvise for more than an hour before my hands hurt!

I also feel kind of bad for them--he never got a chance to look at most of the art, save for the displays near him. Nonetheless...

Near Piano Friend was quite possibly the most awesome artist at our school--who also happened to be another one of my friends! She was super busy talking to the many people who'd come to look at her work--as expected, since she's done so much art-related stuff for the school. Her first piece of the year was elected as the poster for the art show, and she was also commissioned to design the 2024 mural portrait thingy. (I don't remember exactly what it's called right now, but it's kind of a big deal to have the honor of designing it!)

Honestly, I didn't feel a strong need to talk to Awesome Friend since they seemed so busy with all the art show guests, and I get to talk to her every day at school anyway. Nonetheless, I still said hello when I had a chance to.

After that, I had a pleasant conversation with another artist who'd taken a more abstract approach to art. We discussed how "spontaneous art is often great", and how playing the guitar spontaneously often leads to better melodies than playing it mechanically.

Finally, I stopped at another newer elementary school friend's (like Dye Friend) display, which featured a painting of an image that was unmistakably a painting of a scene from our kindergarten play. Obviously, when I asked her about it, she confirmed my assumptions, and also added that the work made her feel a little sad.

I must admit it also made me sad, but in a good nostalgic sort of way. I feel that the painting was sort of a testament to how far we'd come since then. Just twelve short years ago we were on the stage retelling the children's story "Are You My Mother?", and now here we were getting ready to graduate from high school.

Of course, and all the things that happened between those two points.

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This year's art show was, again, special.

Though I've tried to appreciate and understand art when I go to museums and such, I can't say I've ever understood it as fully as I did tonight. When I know and have watched the stories behind the pieces my classmates've worked on, it really adds something to the experience of viewing all the finished works displayed together.

Honestly, I'm a bit miffed that I'll probably never know the art at an exhibition again as well as I did tonight.

But life goes on. And I'll have new once-in-a-lifetime experiences to mourn the singleton-ness of soon.

[ikkaku-of-heart]

"She's a good lass. She kept me alive an' sane the decade I raised her. Gave me somethin' t' live for after Arashi passed. I think she felt a bit guilty, leavin' me t' live out her dream, but if she hadn't gone with Trafalgar I'd've dragged her onto that submarine myself!" he laughed. He'd truly been so lucky to have his granddaughter in his life, but he'd raised her to live her own life. And now he got to enjoy

"Doesn't talk about her parents, eh? Not surprisin'. From what I've managed t' sus out, when they weren't outta the house workin', they basically pretended she didn't exist," Tomasu explained as he sipped his drink. His moonshine didn't have much taste, but the burn was pleasant. Soothing for the soul and warmed him in a way that had gotten him through many damp, cold nights at sea and minding the lighthouse. If Law had his way, he was certain the surgeon would demand his liver for study.

"As for Ushi...I swear, he was just born wrong. A real psychopath. He would've been a fine cult leader if he hadn't been so gung-ho on joinin' the Marines," Tomasu growled. "And my daughter and son-in-law enabled him. Hell, the whole island did. They all wanted some Marine hero to call their own, so they let him do as he liked, ignorin' the obvious signs. His siblings' bruises. Dogs snarlin' at him. Fukuro's mangled arm. Everyone, including his own mother and father, just put 'em on a pedestal and made Ikkaku the scapegoat." It was why Tomasu had been so adamant about adopting her and bringing her to the lighthouse. No one could touch her there. Not Ushi, and not the rest of the island that refused to see which child had been the real monster.

He looked up at Edward, managing to smile as he studied the giant man. He could only imagine what the man might do to Ushi should they ever cross paths. It would be a beautiful sight to see in his twilight years. The man just had to live long enough to do so. Which, he would grudgingly admit, he would probably need his medical team to achieve.

Tomasu raised his glass, toasting to his and Whitebeard's health. They were old, but they'd earned their rest and front-row seat to this new age. "I don't hate all doctors," he finally admitted, taking another sip of his drink. Though, for good measure, he petulantly stuck his tongue out at one of the scowling nurses. "Marco's a good lad. Still remember him as your apprentice. Amazing how he's grown. An' Traflagar's a bastard, but he's a decent doctor, at least where Ikkaku's concerned. But ya didn't hear any of that from me. No one'll believe ya, anyway," Tomasu added, smirking. "Does Marco actually have a medical license? Or did he just learn everything he knows through his Devil Fruit and hands-on experience? Can't imagine ya sent him to medical school. I did the same with Ikkaku - got her all the books on mechanics and tools I could get my hands on and she basically learned on her own. Guess we got blessed with some real geniuses, eh?"

Thinking of Marco and Ikkaku's own dislike of most doctors, he was suddenly curious about her dynamics with the lads in her new family. "I hope she's gettin' along with Marco, despite me tellin' her all docs are shit. Trafalgar's probably softened her towards 'em. She doin' ok with the other lads? Anyone I should be worried about, or need t' give a good talkin' to?"

The aches and pains of age couldn't break the spirit of these two old outlaws. They both had traded in their youth for years of experience and a lifetime of memories, some good and some not so much. Still, Newgate was glad for it. It reminded him that their was still a place for two old fossils in this new age Roger had left them with. And for how long they would be able to enjoy it was anyone's guess.

He hoped both to see both Ace and Law grow into fine pirates before his time was up. Ikkaku, too, which brought him back to the present. "Ikkaku is a good kid. That Law is too. She's got a good family here." He told him with a nod, complimenting the smuggler while also ensuring that Tomasu knew that they were both fitting in well. "She doesn't talk much about her parents. She did a bit about her siblings, though. That older one sounds like he's a real pain in the ass though." The massive old man stated, taking a more serious tone as his friend mentioned ikkaku's parents. No doubt they had a similar outlook to their eldest child by the sounds of it.

"Gurararara! Still no love for doctors, eh? Marco ain't given up trying to prove they all aren't shitty to you, you know." He chuckled a good hearty laugh. Marco was his first mate and doctor now. Whitey Bay and many of the other founding members of his crew having branched off. Marco and Law getting along surprisingly well despite having personalities that were nearly opposites.

That said, he did understand Tomasu's reasons, but holding on to that grudge wouldn't bring back the dead ether. It wasn't his place to lecture his friend on that, though, especially when he still held his share of unhealthy grudges himself. "The best medicine if you ask me." Newgate grinned, toasting his friend before guzzling the moonshine that was provided. No doubt he'd be getting an ear full from both Marco and Law with how Tate and the other nurses were protesting.

[papirouge]

That was the plan! :D

Sooo finally caught up the first part of the interview featuring Samuel

⚪ Both Samuel and Neil seem to have a personality pretty close to their character overall: Neil is outgoing and extroverted while Sam is more demure and quiet (almost shy), occasionally drawing a smile on his face during Neil goofy jokes.

⚪ Sam voice is very regular actually ; he did a wonderful job to twist it to make it deeper and more gravelly for Ghost. Got asked 2 times to talk as Ghost and the first time he seemed quite reluctant, saying "it's weird without the mask"..... which was the coolest, most Ghost-y thing he could ever say😳

⚪ Sam got asked if he felt any pressure into portraying one of the most popular character of serie. Said it felt intimate bc the team was small and was focusing on the moment. Only on the afterwork only he realized how much of a big think it was.

⚪ Got asked when the friendship kicked off? Sam and Beil met on the first day on set. Neil joked that he didn't want to mess with someone much taller than him (implying he'd better off making a friend of him lol)

⚪ They recorded the "Alone" campaign on the first day of shooting. They were both together in the same room which was a decision of the production team to improve the alchemy between them 🤍

⚪ About the "Alone" campaign jokes: Sam said it was reminiscent of ppl saying jokes during funerals as coping mechanism

⚪ Soccer of Football? Sam and Neil both agreed it was Football (as they should. USAmericans DNI idc)

🔴 Secondhand embarrassment moments from people asking them:

what they thought of Lady Gaga..... I- ???????

bromance or romance? Both Neil and Sam were like: 😐 The host swiftly replied bromance of course.....because this whole yaoi fantasy has to stay on tumblr or Ao3 and willfully shoving it to the actual real actors (Roukin is married and has a child FYI) is borderline predatory.

if they were on Tiktok...... Like, do you guys realize they're middle-aged super normie men?? They're not really the demographics engaging in that type of media. It was so embarrassing to see them tiptoeing trying to explain why they weren't interested in/engaging in/involved into this type of scene or demographics 💀 But they seem to know weird shit is happening out there. Sam says "I know there's some stuff happening over there (...) That makes me happy " 💀💀 which makes me believe he actually doesn't really know the extent of the insanity of Tiktok crazies or never laid an eye on Soap × Ghost smut I'll call this ship Ghoap ok? where not a single orifice of their body is left unexplored... Sam is so pure and innocent lmao Bless his soul.

Neil admitted chain liking comments on Instagram ("people are so nice!!") without realizing some of them might be a tad "wild" which ultimately bit him in the butt lol ...Tells you how out of touch with stans crazy antics these men are. Again: bless their souls.

Actually Neil just joined TikTok and is already regretting it💀

🔴 Dan (the hosting Youtuber) shows them a bunch of popular memes featuring Ghoap ....but it was underwhelming bc he didn't pick the best ones imo. Between the disgusting fujo -I'm a slut for him🥵💦- memes and boring dudebro ones (which are those he picked) there were still some decent funnier meme to pick, so I'm bummed they weren't there. The whole sequence felt awkward bc it's obvious neither Neil or Sam are familiar with that 'culture'. Neil looked like enjoying them though lol

⚪ "Do you guys speak spanish?" Sam: "Un poquito" Neil points out that in the beginning of the game he doesn't speak spanish, says he was impressed by the actor playing Alejandro. Btw am I the only one who noticed that Soap said he did not speak spanish at the beginning of the game (asked by Alejandro in the car after they picked them up from the airport), but at the late stage of the game after Graves betrayal he straight up says "Alejandro es nuestro hermano" (Alejandro is our brother). I guess hanging around Los Vaqueros got him familiar with the language . Multilingual Scottish KANG, I told you😳🤍

⚪ Countries to visit? Sam: Japan. Neil: Patagonia, Tibet, New Zealand (awesome taste. Neil became instantly hotter at that moment 💙)

⚪ What a Soap/Ghost date would look like? Sam: "I don't think Ghost dates" (devastating & heartbreaking, but that's the only valid answer💀Sam is the realest for that 🥲). Neil ideal date: hiking, horses, an italian restaurant (and that's why he's the hottest❤️‍🔥👀👀👀)

⚪ Favorite line of the game? Sam: "No one fights alone".

⚪ Was working with a mask a problem? Sam says it was more troublesome for other actors bc they couldn't see his facial expressions, which was a struggle for proper interaction. Neil points out that Ghost has a whole demeanor and particular voice which almost work like a mask in and of itself, and I thought it was a pretty brilliant insight. He says the scene when the whole team is around the table and they all get ghosty (grab those skull balaclava and they all wear them) sent chills down his spine.

⚪ At some point Neil webcam froze and left the stream and people in the chat said that he actually ran away bc people were just too awkward and disgusting in the chat lmao💀

⚪ Favorite joke of the game (Sam alone answered cause Neil was still offline): the "Two goldfish in a tank" one. Which I'm not surprised bc even in the game you can hear him laughing through his teeth when delivering the "...Do you know how to drive this thing??" line. Said they laughed their ass off in the studio after that lol

That's it for now. I don't know if we'll get more interview of them anytime soon. I heard rumors of a Ghost spinoff....Maybe it will be the occasion to hear more of Roukin and Ellice in the near future 🤍

Thanks for reading<3

Watched the last hour of the live interview featuring Samuel Roukin & Neil Ellice (face model + VA of respectively Ghost and Soap), and as expected... it was a mess 💀

Caught up in the middle (it was already past midnight where I live) and Samuel already left so it was only Neil and the interviewer. Might rewatch it to listen to Samuel insight. So all these remarks concern only Neil part for now.

🔴 LOTS OF SEXUAL HARASSMENT IN THE CHAT. People really couldn't behave and thought that this space was the same as a Ao3 comment section or tumblr fanblog. Many comments à la "are you a dom??" or "I want you to wear a maid costume" None of that trash is acceptable. These people are actually HUMANS and not your horny fantasy material. Appreciating characters is a thing, but you need to understand boundaries and that not everyone is going be comfortable for your retarded cumbrain humor. Some of you legit need to behave bc you come off like freaking weirdos and animals.

⚪ Ellice sounds like a real normie. Said he never fully played the campaign. His hobbies are BBQ and hanging out with his 2 dogs 🤍 When inquired about his favorite in game sequences he was scared to spoil people which was very cute. He definitely doesn't realize that fujoshi skimmed through the entire campaign dozens times already, and screenshot every single frame to make gif and shipping material....🥴

⚪ Has a lovely Scottish accent. Said he had to make it thicker for the role (Soap is canonically Scottish in the game and has a few lines in this language)

⚪ Said he could speak German, uttering "Danke shoen"....then -with no hesitation- "Un Dos Tres" ....which is actually Spanish. The whole chat lost their mind at this moment 💀 and so did I bc it was freaking hilarious lmao Multilingual airhead Scottish king🤍💙

⚪ Said the development of a game is very different of a movie or TV show in that unlike movies which are made in one go, the game developers called him several times in the span of 2 years to do the motion capture and voice acting. This is because the budgeting comes in small frames so they can't make the whole process in one go. It was a very interesting insight tbh.

⚪ When being asked what's his favorite type of game, he joked that he was into point & clic dating game which almost made me fall from my bed bc it's been days I'm begging for a Call of Duty Dating simulation 👀

⚪ Thanked every fan whenever they made donations. Was super cute all around. Got asked by some fans who donated to make a shout-out as Soap. Ended them with "Stay Frosty!!" which was super cute & fun... whatever that means lol

That's all for now, I'll try to catch up with the beginning of the video later ✌🏾

I'm eager to hear Samuel Roukin insights because he's been the most 'rare' of the cast in interviews (very fitting for his character 💀)

[dannyphantom-justiceleauge]

Sorry I'm late to this party. @guardianrex I have thoughts!

So first off this is great for video games. I don't know how well the mechanics translate to real life but danny can definitely grind with them. I think an important thing to acknowledge though is that the game played in the show was an mmo. The people they interacted with in the game were other players.

I don't think technus can give sentience to npcs in the game world without possessing them directly. So npcs would stick to a script when interacted with. Almost like robots. Likewise the characters on a tv show wouldn't be ones you could interact with. They don't have the programing for that. If Danny were to enter a cartoon he'd probably be floating in the background completely ignored. The characters wouldn't notice or act differently because it's a recording not an interactable game...

Unless...

Technus teamed up with someone who could give them sentience. Someone with a strong connection to media and story telling. Someone who could even add books to the places danny can explore...

Ghost writer.

If anyone can make these worlds interactable and damn safety to give Danny a realistic (dangerous) experience through fantasy worlds, it would be ghost writer. Especially if he teams up with technus. That's an op teamup!

I imagine the first time Danny got trapped in a show technus and ghost writer were trying to attck him but then they all had a fun adventure together and temporarily forgot they were fighting until the show ended and they had to leave.

Then they kinda came to a half truce because they have to do that again. That adventure couldn't be a one off. So they agree to jang out in some book or show or game every Saturday but probably still fight during the week.

Danny probably gets stuck in the mindset/langauge of the world and will call people muggles or try to argue in elvish in the real world. Use rpg mechanics to explain things. The very true cover story is that Danny is just a nerd.

I think Danny's favorite world to visit would be star trek or doctor who. Technus likes thise worlds too but needs to chill on the whole taking over the space ship thing. But any opportunity to explore space is great for danny. He also probably got a sick amount of satisfaction from being murdered in one of his b-list horror movies. Like yeah getting stabbed isn't fun but can anyone else claim to have been murdered by lady deathclops? Sam? Exactly.

Ghost writer loves any book buthas a preference toward classic lit books, especially gothic literature. You better believe they hung out in Dracula. This actually helps Danny's English grades shakily improve. I say shakily because they tend to derail the plots of the story's they enter so Danny doesn't know those part. But he knows the characters and the world. Lancer is highkey proud of Danny's improvement, thinking hes somehow responsible for Danny's new interest in books.

Technus is a weeb. When its his turn to the choose where they go he always chooses an anime and the animes they explore can be... hit or miss. Neon evengeleon wasn't a fun trip. Neither was madoka magica. But full metal alchemist? bnha? Those are worth a second trip.

Notable this crossover palooza is a great exuse to draw danny, technus, ghost writer, whoever they bring along in different art styles and costumes. I'm particularly interested in the magical girl world.

This is just a really fun concept that id love to see more of. Thanks for coming up with it ^///^ - Hestia

GUYS I HAD AN AMAZING FUCKING THOUGHT