#game interviews in regular clothes?

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240410 VGK@EDM | pre-game chat

[thewitchblue]

Bruce isn't actually a playboy to the dismay of others. His wife is a shapeshifter and simply changes skins to keep up the reputation. Whenever someone comes to the door or she goes to a gala to support Bruce, she changes into a new person, unable to keep her hands off him as he gives whoever he's speaking to a smirk.

He wanted to flaunt her around, but he needed to keep Batman as far away from Bruce Wayne as he possibly could. This was the only way they could kill the rumours before they began. Nobody would suspect a playboy to be a fighter period, let alone be Batman.

It was actually her idea to use the playboy act to keep Batman's identity away from Bruce Wayne. They would never suspect Bruce Wayne. The closest the public has gotten to solve the masked vigilante was saying they are friends because of how linked Bruce is to the police. Even then, the rumour was killed quickly.

That didn't make keeping her a family secret easy, however. The boys nearly told the public multiple times because of how excited they were to have a mom like Batmom. If Bruce didn't intervene, Batmom would have been exposed, and it would have been all over the news. They are keeping her secret until they absolutely have to reveal her.

That all changed when the Justice League arrived at Wayne Manor after the heroes found out about his contingency plans. It was a trust exercise. One Bruce wasn't happy about, but he considered it necessary.

Nobody knew about her or her shapeshifting (which was the coolest thing ever to the kids) except their family. Batmom was kept a guarded secret and loved deeply by both of the kids she helped adopt so far.

The boys quickly learned to keep her a secret after a couple of close calls in interviews. Not even their friends knew of her. She always wore a different skin when they were around and acted all embarrassed about being caught as another fling.

Batmom waved to them as Bruce was giving them a tour. She was relaxing in the kitchen with Alfred. They were having a pleasant conversation that Batmom considered more engaging than the heroes. She assumed they would simply look the other way and dismiss her as another woman Bruce Wayne managed to reel in. After all, this is her regular skin. A skin she rarely wore outside the Manor.

"Woah, who is this?"

Barry asked Bruce with a flirtatious smile. Bruce glared at the speedster as he made his way to his wife's side.

"My wife."

He replied with a voice that promised violence if the heroes attempted to flirt with her. He pulled out a necklace that held his wedding ring on it and held her hand. She was his, as much as he was hers, and he'll be dammed if someone stole the best thing to ever happen to his family.

"You have a wife?!"

Oliver questioned loudly. Bruce quirked a confused eyebrow at Oliver. His friend seemed stunned. The playboy Bruce Wayne has a wife, and nobody knows about her?

"I see you with a new woman constantly. When did...this happen?"

With a timid smile, his wife waved her hand while shape-shifting into an entirely different woman. She changed her entire appearance. Hair, clothes, eyes, even her face and body type were different.

"This happened ten years ago, Oliver."

The heroes had never been more surprised. The cold, bad Bat had such deep love for his family that he couldn't even keep the adoration off his face when he looked at her.

Just as they began to digest the fact Batman is married, an excited seven-year old child came sliding in with an older kid grinning behind him. They seemed to be in a game of tag before the older one launched the younger into Batmom's arms with a massive grin on his face.

The woman giggled as she caught him, twirling in a circle while tossing him in the air until he, too, fell into a fit of giggles. She held him like Simba from the Lion King for a moment to show him off before holding him normally. She peppered kisses all over his face with a smile until he began squirming in her arms.

She grinned at her boys. They were her everything. She adopted them quickly after she married Bruce. The boys were excited to have a full family, so they agreed immediately to the adoption. They were her boys from day one.

She decided to show little Jason mercy, apparently as she stopped her affection attack. However, she kept him in her arms, not wanting to let him go just yet. She turned back to the heroes in normal clothes with a beautiful smile.

"Oh, baby birds, say hello to Bruce's colleagues."

Suddenly, both young boys were attempting to hide with shy smiles. Even the extroverted Dick was timid at first. Neither of them were used to the type of attention they got whenever they went out with Bruce. Not even Dick, who was a performer.

The elder of the two wrapped his little arms around her waist, which caused her to ruffle his hair affectionately. Suddenly, the heroes all understood why Bruce fell hopelessly in love with the mother in front of them.

"Wait, wait, wait, you kept a shapeshifter from us?!"

Barry asked. His brain seemed to finally compute the facts in front of him. He blinked rapidly at the happy family. Never in a million years would he ever think the Batman could be a family man with a wife and children. Batmom casually said,

"I'm afraid that's my own decision, Barry. We all agreed it would be for the best that I was a secret. We tried to keep the boys a secret, too, but they both seemed to have... other plans." She, quite honestly, never even considered fighting. Sure, she could, but her life was with her boys and Bruce.

A playful smirk played on her lips as she looked at her children as they sheepishly smiled back.

Jason squirmed in his mother's arms and hid his face in her shoulder. He was still getting used to the unconditional love everyone in the family gave him.

With a gentle kiss on the top of Jason's head, she finally sets him down only for Bruce to pick him up again and place him on his shoulders. Tiny Jason squawked in protest. Dick snickered at his mother's side, still partially hiding behind her.

She smirked and playfully bumped him with her hip. Her family is her life, and she plans to keep them as close to her as possible. The League watched Batman and their Batmom play together with grins. They loved Batmom already.

[cosmosluckycharms]

Showtime☆

pt 1

Little Miss

Your momma was just a regular lady. Despite not being rich she gave you everything she could.

She'd take you out to parks with your cousins, she'd drop you off at your grandfathers house when she had a job interview, she'd listen to you talk about your nonsense, and she would bake for you and help you bake! She wasnt rich by any means but she tried her best! You knew she'd give you the clothes on her back if you asked!

Momma wasnt anyone important to others. A mere fling by Bruce from back in his Brucie Wayne days. but she was important to you! Momma didnt hide your father. She wasnt emparrassed. She said it was amazing to have "such a ball of sunshine" with her!

She never told you she was glad you werent broody like your father

Despite never meeting your father, you wondered what he was like. Was he as sweet as momma? Was he kind like momma? Would he take you out for ice cream like momma?

You never fully had time to wonder though, Momma was always dropping you off at your grandpas house whenever she had a job interview. Which was basically every other day. You didnt mind though! It gave you more time to get closer to your grandpa!

You both had similar personalities! you both liked music, games, themeparks despite how you could only go once at 5 years old. your grandpa and momma had to save up for 8 months and a half, walking and talking and baking and, and, and-

Youre 7 when your mom dies. She died from not getting her Pneumonia checked out. You wanted to beat yourself up for not noticing, you wanted to cry and throw up and blame it on yourself, but the truth was no one knew besides her.

You felt something was off because the months leading up to her death her smile was fading. Momma didnt want you to worry and snitch to your grandpa and put more on his back so she kept quiet and never told anyone.

She couldnt even tell a doctor, she couldnt afford the medical bills and she'd rather die then tell bruce

You always were very observent. You mourned for a while, as much as you could anyways. You couldnt mourn for long, you had to keep going, for momma! You kept smiling, for momma.

You and your grandpa tried your hardest to keep going for her, to keep her memory alive. You held onto the art projects she started but never finished, onto the books she never released, onto the movies that never made it in the industry.

Youre 7 when your grandpa dies. He died from accidental overdose from his off-brand medications.

You tell yourself he isnt dead hecantbedeadhecantdieandleavepleasedontleavemecomebackplease

Everything was a blur from there. You decide to creamate him, like momma.

You space out for what feels like hours. Its been a while when you stop dissasociating and realize you're at a police station where theyre taking dna tests on you to see if you have any other family to take care of you.

Its a shock to others when it points to Bruce Wayne being your father, and it shocks them more when you immidiately say you already knew and how you immidiately brighten up and go on talking about the things your momma said about him.

After what feels like hours, someone who definitely does not look like who your father picks you up.

He says hes your fathers butler, you didnt even know those were real! You thought they were made up for movies!

He keeps trying to talk to you in his fancy car, you try to keep the conversation going to distract yourself from how you really just want your momma.

hi im new at writing pls be nice sorry for the mistakes

tags:

[wttcsms]

saying let's get married;

domestic and sweet moments during the first year of newly-wed life (f!reader) <3

KUROO — "my wife" this and "my wife" that to the point where all his friends and coworkers are groaning and saying we get it, man! you're married now! his dorky nonfiction books taking up all the space on the nightstand. helping him tame his bed hair when he wakes up and is trying to get ready for work. created a powerpoint presentation where he told you he was going to give you the most epic promotion of a lifetime (the powerpoint was themed to mimic an HR presentation describing new employee benefits and perks, along with what the new position would consist of; the final slide asked "do you accept the position of being tetsurou kuroo's wife? limited time bonus offer includes a diamond ring!")

OSAMU — doesn't know how to fold your clothes properly (it's not weaponized incompetence, he just doesn't understand why your tops have these many strings and components to them). tries out all his new recipes with you as his taste-testing guinea pigs. during your wedding reception, atsumu asked you who was cuter: him or osamu. on your off days from your job, you go to onigiri miya and help him close down the shop. blowing bubbles at him from the soap that foams up when you're washing the dishes. him knowing where you're most ticklish and using it against you every time he asks you for a minor favor.

BOKUTO — asks you about kid names before he even pops the question. wants you to quiz him on your family tree because he so badly wants to impress them when he's meeting them (he then asks for a quiz on your extended family once the wedding date is scheduled). gets excited when he sees those corny tiktoks that claim "these initials are soulmates" and he sees yours and his initials paired together; he'll send you those tiktoks and go "babe, look!!! i told u we were meant to be!!" brings you up any time he can, whether it's in regular conversation with friends, small talk with a cashier, a meet n greet with a fan, or a post-game interview. loves to do push-ups with you on his back.

OIKAWA — makes a vision board at the beginning of the year, except the main image is a horribly photoshopped picture of your head pasted on some stock photo of a bride. he was showing you something on his phone, and the notification from his jeweler announcing that your engagement ring was ready for pick up popped up and he nearly dropped his phone while trying to hurriedly swipe away the notification whilst shielding his screen from you. gets all pouty and wants to be the little spoon; will also start asking you "baaaabe, would you still love me if i was a worm?" saw you in the stands booing his opposing team, and whistled, exclaiming "that's my girl!" panics when he sees strands of his hair on the bathroom floor; proceeds to ask you if you'll still be with him even if he becomes bald. then asks if you'll pay for his hair transplant (as a joke; you never use your card when you're with him).

[maxladcomics]

Theory: Papyrus's battle body

So, everyone should know about 'Papyrus's battle body', it's something I've been pointing aggressively at for years to point out that his brother is a liar-

Contradicting what he says, during the hang out, Papyrus specifies that he wears his special clothes underneath his 'REGULAR CLOTHES'.

Then the interview came out and it turns out I was wrong.. Papyrus's battle body is indeed....

...

....HANG ON A SECOND.

What the interview confirms is that Papyrus does indeed have a battle body, but what's also been confirmed is that it's not his clothes. But there's also an important question to factor in: Does what his brother say, have any merit? Was this 'battle body' made a few weeks ago for a party?

I've mentioned this before but it's very important for this theory, there's a post on the Undertale tumblr that relates to this:

"not everyone is as tough as my brother." - immediately starts talking about Shyren for some reason. "they say those without blame should cast the first stone." (Is this implying something happened to Papyrus that someone could be blamed for?)

Anyway, Shyren's form in battle is made of 2 different monsters, the body is 'Shyren's agent'.

Papyrus loses his head when killed, and his body dusts, then his head. They both have different dust patterns.

"Papyrus's body and head have different dust patterns because it's his battle body but not his battle head" - @fluo-skeletons

If I can make an assumption from the Undertale changelog, dust patterns are changed for each individual monster. There was some extensive research done before I found this, including checking dust pattern related to monster size, HP, EXP, G, and none of them seemed to line up.. Was this patch note intentional for these connections to be made?

(Image cropped and modified for ease of reading, this is on the fandom wiki)

What I'm saying is that Papyrus's entire body was made, and he didn't always look how we see him in the game. But this leads to one of the biggest mysteries of Papyrus, what or who is he?

There's not a character that's canonically been shattered to pieces that speaks just like he does, there is never any implication he can read wingdings either so ignore that

He can walk/run through the air, he acknowledges things that implies he knows he's in a game, and how games themselves function. He's implied the ability to use a save file, he can use blasters, his bedroom is silent. It's implied he's been inside the true lab, or at least Alphys's lab. He's implied that he can see from your perspective (NOT FRISK'S, YOURS.), the annoying dog annoys him the most, he can change game UI and take over the whole screen.

Who else has done that?

[endless-ineffabilities]

Something has taken over my brain. After reading do me no good and seeing Matt at all these holiday parties…. I keep thinking about bumping into him at one of those parties and having some ✨fun✨ with him in a coat closet.

Thank you for all the fun fantasies. ☺️

-🦁

rendezvous with Mr. Smith (18+) 🍸

He was the life of the party, but you couldn't say you were surprised. You've heard tell of Matt Smith in the circles you both run in, and he was notorious for being a charmer. A smooth talker. Your regular casanova.

He once famously referred to his mug as resembling the bottom of a boot, in one of the interviews you indulged in thanks to your curiosity, but that particular bottom of that particular boot must possess a strange appeal that you wouldn't mind stepping on. In a nice way. In a heated, clothes discarded, hair rumpled kind of way. You could step on him, and drag your foot along his navel down to the tent pitched in that designer denim.

You thought it was just going to stay a fantasy, until he set his sights right on you, his gaze drawing down to your lips as you took a generous sip of your dirty martini. When you finished, he offered to make you another.

"Are you trying to get me drunk, Mr. Smith?"

"Mr. Smith is my dad." He gave you a subtle wink that could have dropped your panties to the floor. "Call me Matt."

"Okay. Matt." You tried to throw the wink back at him, hoping you didn't look like you were suffering from a nervous twitch.

When he licked his lips and smiled at the gesture, your nerves calmed somewhat. How did one flirt with a master of cheeky banter? He's had leggy models and decorated actresses grace his bed — how could you compare? You decided to step up your game. Matching every compliment he threw your way with one even more suggestive.

"You've got this presence," he whispered in your ear, "sweet but with an edge. It's the kind of thing that sticks with you, you know?"

"I wonder how else I could stick with you."

He didn't say anything for a moment, and you began to cringe inwardly, thinking you'd taken it a step too far. Was that line sexy or was it just awkward? Thankfully, Matt thought the former, because you found yourself being steered into one of the guest rooms, away from the din of the gathering.

His lips were on you before you could stupidly ask what the hell he was doing. Why would you, when it was glaringly clear? It became even more apparent when he braced you with your palms against a desk, his bulge fighting for attention as he rubbed it against your ass. His mouth wetly glided on the back your neck, and he whispered, "I want you, love. Do you want this?" He drove his hips forward, stealing the answer from your lips. You let out a soft moan instead, but he insisted, "Tell me you want to fuck me as much I want to fuck you."

"I do, Matt," as you spoke, he slowly undressed you, reaching around your hips to unbutton your jeans, pulling it down with a burgeoning impatience. "I want you to fuck me," you confessed, and he growled lowly in his chest, your panties meeting the floor as well.

You heard the rattling of his belt, anticipation taking root in your belly and spreading like wildfire. You'd gotten so wet that you would have felt that warm release if you rubbed your thighs together. Matt makes you gasp when he uses his hard cock to collect the substances leaking from your core, coating himself in it.

"Oh fuck," you heaved, taking a deep breath, but nothing could have prepared you for the sharp sensation when he finally entered you in one slow and torturous thrust, every raw inch of him filling you in a foreign yet welcome way.

"Yeah," he said from behind you, "that's good. That's my girl." As if remembering his manners, he added, "Is this okay, beautiful? Are you alright?"

"More than," you gave a satisfied sigh, craning your neck to see him. He leaned forward and captured your lips in a gentler but somehow more searing kiss. He took his time, his tongue tracing the outline of your lips, all while his cock was lodged deep in your cunt. Your walls tightened in your lust, contracting around his length, causing his head to fall on your shoulder. You wiggled your ass back as a signal for him to move. And he does.

Deep and measured at first, breathily moaning in your ear. Before he leaned back, hands digging right into the flesh of your hips, and he pistons his cock inside you with a brutal pace, drawing obscene noises out of you that would have gotten you both into trouble if the speakers weren't blaring loud in the main room.

There was nothing poetic about the words that came from your mouths, clichéd sex talk like, "You take me so well," and "You're so fucking big," but you wanted to sear them to your memory. In the middle of being pounded like a whore, you were already thinking of how you were going to try your best to preserve this memory for another night's self-pleasure.

Little did you know that it wouldn't be the only night you'd get with Matt. There would be dozens of encounters in his own bedroom and in yours. On set, in his trailer. In the back of a limo when he took you as his date to a premiere. In a hidden alley during your anniversary trip to Portugal.

And, in your marital bed.

[vamprnce]

okay these specifically ??!!!?! jesus christ

omfg the sm2 official concept arts ?!?!!!?!!

[hikari-kaitou]

Translation from Gyakuten Saiban Fan Book

What sort of person is Miles Edgeworth?!

Phoenix's best friend and rival, Edgeworth, has gained a reputation among fans throughout the trilogy of being a man who carefully hides the chinks in his armor. Mr. Inaba and Mr. Iwamoto seem to have rather different opinions on the finer points of his character.

Mr. Inaba's comments

Interviewer: What blood type do you think Edgeworth is? (T/N: in Japan, it's believed that blood type reflects a person's personality)

Inaba: I happen to think he's type B.

Iv: What gives you that impression?

Ia: It's not so much that I dislike B types as I find them intimidating. They seem strong and I feel like I can't stand up to them.  I think good-natured people can generally be found in the O type category (lol).

Iv: By the way, what type are you, Mr. Inaba?

Ia: I'm a meticulous, cleanliness-loving A type Virgo. Also, I think Franziska is an A type like me. On the outside, we look like punks, but we have a fragile side that comes out looking a bit crybaby-ish sometimes. Kinda cute, don't you think?

Iv: Actually, most players seem to feel that Edgeworth is an A type Virgo (lol). So how about his birthday?

Ia: In the winter. I feel like winter suits him.

Iv: What sort of place do you think he lives in?

Ia: Definitely not in an official residence. He seems like he's probably swimming in old heirlooms (lol).

Iv: What sort of hobbies or luxury foods do you think he enjoys?

Ia: I feel like he probably plays some expensive sports and lounges at home in his robe with a glass of wine. My image of him is that he's like a host club host. His lifestyle is like a host's (lol).

Iv: Do you think he listens to music? 

Ia: I feel like if I say he listens to classical, that would make him seem too proper, so… I think he listens to new and old American and European music equally.

Iv: Do you think he has a cellphone?

Ia: He's definitely got one. One with a simple but sleek design.

Iv: And finally, what do you think his type is?

Ia: Hmmm… someone warm, I guess? This is kinda basic, but I feel like he cares more about how someone is on the inside, rather than their appearance, and he probably prioritizes personality. He might be surprisingly disinterested in women. Maybe he'd accidentally treat his partner coldly or something. Oh, I kinda touched on this earlier, but for Franziska, I think she seems like the type who'd be difficult to win over but would fall in love surprisingly easily, so I hope Edgeworth will do his best (lol).

Mr. Iwamoto's comments

Iv: Mr. Inaba said he thinks Edgeworth was born in the winter, and players overwhelmingly agreed with that. What do you think, Iwamoto-san?

Iwamoto: Edgeworth was born in June, just like me who voiced him in the games! And I think he was born in Chiba Prefecture because I was too (lol).

Iv: So from your position as the voice of Edgeworth (lol), what type of place do you think he lives in?

Iw: Either a designer penthouse, or somewhere surprisingly simple, like a place with plain concrete walls. I feel like he lives in an unexpectedly functional apartment. At least more than you might think, based on his frilly outfit.

Iv: So considering the type of room you imagine him living in, what sort of clothes do you think he wears at home?

Iw: Clothes that are out of touch with reality. Like the kinds of things most normal people wouldn't wear, or like… Like he wears silk just because, or instead of a regular shirt, a prince-like blouse. I feel like Manfred Von Karma probably influenced him there, but he dresses more plainly now than he did when he was younger (lol).

Iv: Maybe he started to notice that he didn't quite fit in with others (lol). It might be because of his frilly clothes, but he seems to be in better shape than Wright. Is his build based on your own, Iwamoto-san?

Iw: No way (lol). But I did sneakily make him the same height as myself.

Iv: Since he's in such good shape, do you think he does sports?

Iw: Maybe long distance running. He seems like the type who might go out jogging by himself in silence to "outrun his sins…" (lol)

Iv: What do you think his blood type is?

Iw: B type. I don't really have any real basis for that, he just strikes me as a B type.

Iv: And what do you think Edgeworth's type is? 

Iw: Let's see, maybe someone enthusiastic and passionate? (Lol) Like maybe he likes the kind of person who charges recklessly into things? And that's not just for women but in general the type of person he likes.

Phoenix version

[lfghughes]

Could you write a Trevor fic where the reader likes to crochet so she makes beanies that match Trevor’s game day fits and he wears them during interviews and a reporter asks about it and he like goes into detail about how his gf makes them for him and he loves watching her crochet. Thank youu!!

a/n: this is such a cute little thing ahh, thank you for sending this request. gotta mix in some happy stuff today

There was no prouder boyfriend than Trevor. Everything his girlfriend did he supported 110% and he proudly showed it. He wasn’t really sure at what point it started but all he knew was one day she had made him a beanie to wear and on one of his game days he wore it to the rink. Since then it became their thing. She would make him beanies that were different colors and had different designs that would just go with his suit of choice for the game.

It was something that was really just between them but then some of his teammates found out about it which again he didn’t mind because he was super proud of it. At the end of his game he got pulled to do an interview, something he was very used to by now and with the win tonight he was definitely in a good mood. Most of the questions were the usual question but then came one that made him smile from ear to ear.

“We heard that these beanies you wear have a little backstory to them?” Word sure did get around pretty quickly, that’s what Trevor learned. “They do, yeah. It’s actually really awesome. My girlfriend she crochets these for me and she makes me one for every game day suit I have.” Trevor explained, this was one of those things he could talk a lot about but also everyone around could see just how proud he was of this. “Is this something you two do together?”

“Oh no, this is definitely all her. I love to watch her, she’s very talented. Me on the other hand, not so much but maybe one day I’ll get good at it.” Trevor teased before saying goodbye and heading out. Once he was able to, he changed back into his regular clothes and threw his beanie back on. It didn’t take long for his phone to start blowing up when he realized that the internet was currently freaking out over his interview and also gushing over how cute his relationship was. The internet did have that right, he knew his relationship was cute and he also knew his girlfriend was crazy talented and he was happy people were seeing that.

[expecto-patronix]

Full Focus (Fernando Alonso x Reader) smut

A/n: fuck it, Fernando smut for all the nando fuckers out there.

Pairing: Fernando Alonso x (female) reader

Warnings: smut (oral, both receiving). Age gap (reader is in mid 20s, Fernando 41)

Summary: you and a few guys have a twitch stream session but your secret boyfriend Fernando is a distraction and a tease.

Word count: 3229

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How you had managed to keep your relationship with Fernando secret from your friends was still a mystery. You, Lando, Charles and Pierre were hanging out all the time. Even in covid you were still streaming on twitch with the guys on a regular basis.

Before covid you would walk around the paddock. As a journalist your job was to find out as much gossip as would be possible. With you being the same age as the younger drivers, you had an easy way in. Their humour matched yours and quickly you became a part of their friend group.

Why they had never noticed your eyes lingering on the Aston Martin garage every time you walked down the paddock to meet with them was a mystery. Somewhere during his time with Alpine you had met Fernando on the grid. Of course, you had interviewed him a few times prior to that but this time Esteban introduced you two. Now Fernando had joined Aston he looked better then ever. His big brown eyes always had a glint when he was dressed in his team clothes or driver suit, and you loved to see him like that.

You hadn’t told your friends about your relationship yet because you weren’t sure how they’d react. Fernando was obviously significantly older than you and you did not want to have to justify anything. So, you and Fernando decided to keep things quiet at first, just waiting for the right time to tell your friends.

Now there were 3 weeks with no races, meaning everyone had some free time to just enjoy themselves. The off time gave you and your friends time to stream again, which was something you could only do if there was no race to prepare for. You had gradually invested in better gaming equipment so you could better match the drivers during your e-racing matches. You just hoped they would not notice how your skill level had improved exponentially ever since Fernando came over more and more often and gave you some pointers.

‘LNADO! THAT WAS MY CORNER YOU BASTERD’ you scream laughing into the mic. Your ears are filled with at first the loud laughter of Charles and then the loud wheezing of Lando. You tear your eyes away from the screen as a red flag pops up and a message saying you were out of the race. To the right side of your living room, out of view from the camera, Fernando has put down a yoga mat and is now doing some weights and core exercises. It was a sight to behold really, his tight white sport shirt clinging to his body and showing off his muscles whatever way he moved.

‘Earth to Y/n!’ Charles voice brought you back to the game. Apparently, you and Lando crashed so hard it created a chain effect crashing everyone and so the race was over and a new one was ready to start, only you still had to connect. Your eyes snap back to the screen. On screen two you see the boys staring at you with amused smiles. You tried to supress the blush wanting to creep up on your cheeks.

‘What has you so distracted all of a sudden?’ Lando teases.

‘Nothing, just my cat jumping on the table and almost knocking something over…’ you lie, in the corner of your eyes you see Fernando break his set while he catches on to what is happening in your stream. The blush on your face and neck was also speaking volumes.

‘Awh, can you show the cat?’ Pierre asked.

Goddamnit.

‘Ahh maybe later? He just… left the room.’ It was a terrible lie, but at least the guys dropped the topic after that and the next race started. You did a qualifying and all, all of you easily passing though to Q2. Then when you were waiting in the garage to go out for Q2 you see Fernando on the yoga mat. He was sweaty from his previous exercise so he decided to take off his shirt. Oh fuck. Then the fucker proceeded to do lounges. He had noticed you looking at him out of the corner of your eye the past minute and decided to give you a bit of a show. He knew exactly what he was doing, the exercise showing off his strength and stamina at once and every once in a while you swore you could hear him grunt softly. Was the training he was doing now really that demanding? Absolutely not, but he loves messing with you.

‘Y/N WHY AREN’T YOU OUT YET?’ you hear Charles scream at you. Once again you got caught not paying attention. The cat excuse can’t be used again because he just left, as you had told them.

‘I am waiting for the track to dry to do a quick lap!’ you defend, frantically looking around the screen to see how much time was left in Q2. Shit. Too late. Even if you would go out now there would be no time for a timed lap. This meant you were to start from p15.

‘Maybe if you’d kept your eyes on the game you would have made Q3’ Pierre says wriggling his eyebrows at you from your second screen.

You just groan and throw your head back in your game chair out of frustration. To your right Fernando has now stopped his exercise and has started stretching. There was no way he needed to stretch like that at this moment. Such a tease.

The sound of racing resumes in your headphones, meaning Q3 has started. You redirected your eyes to the screen once more. All the boys were focussed on their laps. Even though it was just online racing no one wanted to lose, not even a pole position. Your eyes were unfocussed on the screen while your mind went to the sight you had just seen. Your incredibly handsome boyfriend doing his very best to distract you by doing his most low-effort training just to give you a show. And it had worked. You subconsciously clench your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure that was slowly starting to build. Maybe you should just give up on trying to refocus on the game and concede to Fernando’s tactics.

You blink your eyes trying to refocus when you hear Fernando softly clear his throat nearby. Apparently he had moved to right next to your computer, arms crossed across his chest and an amused look on his face.

‘Did you want to join me in the shower or no?’ he asks in a thick Spanish accent.

You quickly turn off the camera and mute yourself, staying in the stream but being clearly absent. You move the headphones off your ears and place them on your shoulders.

‘I swear the guys know something is up, I can’t keep making up fake pets to excuse myself Fernando!’ you laugh at the idea.

‘Then tell them.’ He retorts with a smile.

‘What?’

‘It has been months, mi amor, I think it is time they found out. No?’

He was right. You would have to tell them sooner or later… and maybe about now would be a good time.

‘Alright… I will.’ You say, standing up and placing one hand on his sweaty chest and one on the back of his muscled neck. His hands land on your waist, pulling you in closer and leaning in to place his lips on yours. How he always managed to take your breath away completely you would never know. The only thing you did know is that the sensation of Fernando, from his hands roaming your back to his mouth hungrily claiming yours, was engulfing you completely.

His mouth moved from your lips to your neck, biting down on your pulse point. Sparks of pleasure were already soaring though your body at his touch. You scratch your nails down his toned chest as response, enjoying the way his muscles jumped under your touch and how he shivered slightly when you put a but more pressure behind your touch. Fernando’s hands slide down your sides so they could creep up again but under your shirt. While his hands roam your skin under your shirt he walks the two of you back in your room, his mouth never leaving your neck.

You feel the floor under your feet disappear under the yoga mat that was still laying on the floor, very classy. Not that you would ever admit it out loud, but you loved it when Fernando got all sweaty. It reminded you of times when after a race he would come to you to either unwind or celebrate, depending how the race went. You felt Fernando hitch your shirt up, trying to get more access to your body. He pulls away from your neck to allow you to take off the fabric of your shirt and then your bra, leaving you in just your sweatpants just like him. You pull him closer by his neck, feeling his muscles tighten at your touch as he pulls you closer by your waist, connecting your bare chest to his. The skin-on-skin contact felt amazing, but you craved more. You feel his cock harden against your front when he deepens the kiss to dominate your tongue with his. Ever the control freak.

But you take him by surprise when you pull back suddenly. At first, he looks at you, searching your eyes for any sign he had done something wrong. And then you quickly drop to your knees in front of him and pull his sweatpants loose and down in one swift motion. Before he had any time to object or scold you for risking damaging your knees you pull his boxers down and take his cock in your hand. Fernando lets his head fall back with a moan at the relatively sudden contact. Where just a few moments ago his cock was just getting hard, you could now see the pre-cum already glistening at the tip while you spit in your hand and start pumping him slowly but with enough pressure to make his breath hitch and his head snap forward to look down at you. You look up at him while innocently batting your eyelashes.

‘Don’t tease.’ He breathes out as you keep your slow pace a bit too slow for his liking.

‘I thought you liked teasing?’ you retort, he lets out a snort.

‘Not when I’m on the receiving end.’ He says whilst weaving a hand through your hair. You take the hint and move one hand to his muscular thigh to steady yourself while the other moves to the base of his length so you can put his tip in your mouth. He lets out a sigh of relief at the feeling of your warm mouth where he needs you the most. You move your head down his length and take him as deep as you could without gagging and stroke what was left of his cock with your hand. Almost immediately you set a quick pace, just how he likes it. His hand in still in your hair to keep you from slowing down just in case you wanted to tease him again. He was always in control, and you knew it.

Fernando’s breathing grew more and more ragged while you worked him towards his release, the sheet of sweat already adorning his body only growing more and more obvious. Then you hear his breathing deepen and you feel his hand on your head tighten in grip, he was getting closer. With all the willpower you had you took him even deeper in your mouth, fighting your gag reflex for all you were worth. When you looked up into his eyes and he looked back he lost it. The tears welling in your eyes from almost gagging made your eyes look even more pretty in his mind.

‘Fuck…’ he breathes, followed by a string of Spanish curse words. Then you moved your head one more time up and down his shaft, this time taking him all the way in, so the tip hit the back of your throat. The look he gave you was enough to fight your reflexes for a bit longer, the need for air completely forgotten as he moans out your name and the muscles in his abdomen start to spasm as he comes in your mouth.

He moves his hips a bit back when he starts coming down from his high, giving you a chance to swallow down his seed and then breathe in a gasp of air that refilled your lungs, which had rarely ever felt so empty. Fernando stepped out of his pants, which had pooled around his ankles by now, and threw them towards the laundry bin. The pleasure that was building in your abdomen was a lot to handle, your clit begging to be touched and your cunt begging to be filled. But as you watch Fernando walk towards the shower you think maybe he is just going to clean up now, so you stand up and sit back down on your game chair, grabbing your shirt from the floor and placing it on your desk.

You eye the computer screen for a minute, your webcam was still just a black screen and the microphone was still muted, thank God. Just before you could see how the race was going however your chair was spun around quickly, and Fernando was now looming over you.

‘I’m not done with you yet, mi amor.’

Before you had any chance to answer his lips are back on yours, his tongue once again entering your mouth not caring about tasting himself on you. Now your fingers wound through his hair when one of his hands moves to harshly pinch one of your nipples. You pull back from the kiss to try and catch your breath, letting out more moans when he continues to tease your nipple with his hand. His head moves down to catch the other nipple in his mouth, and you can feel him smile when you let out a rather loud moan when his tongue flicks at it. You head falls back against the chair as you relish in the pleasure he makes you feel. His mouth stays on your chest and his hands move down to your pants, tapping your thigh to let you know to lift your hips so he can pull your pants off. You oblige and the clothes are thrown onto the pile Fernando had started earlier with his clothes.

Then his kisses move down from your chest to your belly, then to your waist. You sit low in the chair to give him the best access possible. You close your eyes when you feel his hot breath close to where you need him, but just not there yet. The anticipation is murder. then you feel two thick fingers suddenly moving through your slit, collecting your juices, swirling them around your clit and then moving back down to your entrance, slowly penetrating you. Your mouth falls open in a moan.

‘Fernando…’ is all you get out when you get interrupted by him placing a wet kiss to your clit. But he moves his head right back again while he slowly fingers you.

‘What do you want, Y/n?’ he asks.

‘Don’t tease…’ you plead; your eyes go down to a sight to behold. Fernando is looking at you with a soft smile, his head between your legs and his fingers slowly moving in and out of you.

‘But you know I like teasing you, no?’ he asks with a mischievous smile. Fucking hell.

‘Fuck, I need you...’ you try.

‘What do you want?’ he asks, knowing fully well what you need, but he loves to hear you say it.

‘Fernando please, make me cum?’ you half tell him, half ask him. You didn’t want it to sound like begging, but the tone of your voice gave you away anyways.

‘It would be my pleasure.’ He says and then his mouth is on you. you close your eyes at the intense feeling as his tongue circles your clit expertly and his fingers start picking up the pace.

‘You’re so wet for me.’ Fernando remarks. He always manages to make you blush, no matter how many times his head was in between your thighs. You grip the armrest of the chair tightly, your body chasing the building tension in your core. The room is filled with the wet noises of Fernando quickly pumping his fingers in and out of you while his tongue is attacking your clit like a last meal. His pace is brutal, and you knew you wouldn’t last long like this. The pressure in your belly slowly building, tightening until it started to spread though your entire body.

‘Fuck, Fernando, I’m, I, fuuuuck.’ Is all you manage to say and he just smirks, whispering a soft ‘cum for me then’ against your clit followed by some Spanish praise words and you were done for. Fernando’s other hand was holding you down while he worked you through your orgasm. It took you longer to regain your breath than you were proud of, shockwaves of your orgasms being kept up by Fernando still softly sucking your clit and slowly pumping his fingers in you.

When you finally got to open your eyes again and see your room and not just stars, Fernando reached behind you to a pack of tissues which he must have gotten earlier when he left the room. As the gentleman he is, he cleans you up nicely and gets you some other pants to wear. You put on your shirt again and check the computer screen.

There must have been around 30 missed messages from the boys in your private chat of them trying to get your attention back.

Fuck

The game

You try to fix your hair as best as possible and arrange your shirt like it was before you would restart your camera and microphone.

‘Heeeyyyy guys I’m back!’ you say in a chipper tone, trying to hide all the evidence of what had just occurred while also making sure Fernando would hear you were back on the stream.

‘Jeeeezus Y/n, what took you so long? We’ve been waiting for like 15 minutes!’ Charles remarked.

That long? Oops.

‘Yeah sorry, I was just... running some errands’ you lie. Another terrible excuse.

‘Yoooo Y/n! What is that on your neck?’ Lando was kind enough to comment on the bruise slowly forming on the side of your neck, as was the whole chat of the twitch stream it seems.

How were you going to talk yourself out of that one?

Or just tell them the truth…

You never had to decide what to do, because at that moment Fernando moved into the back of your camera, redressed, and still trying to fix his own hair. He walked into the camera frame, tilted your head to give you a kiss, then moved your mic towards the side to say, ‘Hi guys!’ and then he left the room, shouting something about groceries. The boys on your second computer screen looked shocked at first, but quickly they all burst out laughing, and you swore you could hear Pierre scream ‘I knew it!’ before the chat exploded.

[yandere-collections]

Yandere!Actor X Streamer!Reader

male yandere oc x gender neutral reader

This yandere is a semi famous actor. His name is Vince Cantrell and most people know at least one or two movies he’s been in, like when he played the heartthrob of a love interest in the smash hit Guardians of Time trilogy. He’s a rather aloof and eccentric person, choosing to remain hidden away in his manson completely isolated from humanity. He hasn’t acted in a while, taking a break after the sudden death of his parents. However, he can sometimes be persuaded into doing things for marketing, interviews and such to build hype for new projects which was how he met you for the first time. 

You were a moderate sized streamer, usually reaching a few hundred viewers during regular streams. You got a real bump in viewership after you played the licensed game sold as a tie-in with the Guardian of Time series based on the movies. In it, you had to think fourth dimensionally in order to strategically build and defend a self sustaining agency in its own branch of reality. Because you played it, and were good at it, the game did far better than projected as thousands of people tuned it at a time to see what you could do, finding inspiration in how creative you were at pushing the games boundaries. 

The devs took notice of how you lead to a direct boost in sales, giving them the chance to make a sequel with an even bigger budget. That’s when they took the opportunity to invite you to promote the sequel by playing an early version before the final release as a way to show off all the new features. And the best part? You would be doing it with Vince Cantrell since his character from the movies was prominent in the game as well. It was meant to be a prerecorded casual interview with gameplay that you would then stream on your channel the week before the game’s release.

You met Vince an hour before you were to begin filming, having to go through make-up and staging. He shook your hand, not thinking much of you at the time. You seemed nice, he supposed after you moved away to respect his space instead of crowding up close, he hated people who invaded his personal space. You both took a minute to look the other over. He wore his character’s signature outfit, a black business suit with sci fi elements and electric green accents to match with his eyes. It stood in contrast to his stark white hair, making his features even more striking, almost inhumanely pretty. You on the other hand were dressed in some of the nicer clothes you owned, something closer to business casual. You thought you looked nice and you were happy enough with your appearance, but knew you couldn’t compare to him, not even mad about the distance between you two. If only you knew the emotions swirling inside Vince. He was actually a bit embarrassed, feeling like his costume was a bit too ostentatious compared to you. He admired how down to earth you were and how well you pulled off the look without feeling the need to hide behind excessive wealth and glamor, unlike most people he worked with. If Vince took off all his layers, would he like the person underneath? Would you be willing to show him how?

After introductions, a pair of makeup artists practically pulled the two of you to your chairs under uncomfortably bright lights. Although Vince was used to this treatment, you clearly were not. He even had to hold in a chuckle after seeing your displeased face, failing after you shot him a betrayed look. The studio’s side door opened as the director and one of the devs came through, drawing attention with their arguing about which aspect of the production to focus on, the interview or the game. They came to a stop in front of you two to debrief you on what the two of you had to do while on camera, things like what features to talk about and what to talk about with each other. Pretty standard stuff but Vince was charmed by how earnestly you listened and nodded along. 

The two of you were taken to a simple set comprising of a computer with two chairs and a themed backdrop. You and Vince were then left alone, sitting in your chairs while everyone moved around you, setting up lights and cameras. You averted your eyes from the actor seated next to you, not knowing if you should talk to him or even what you would talk about.

“So, what is it you do again? For a job, I mean. They tried explaining it to me but I was a bit confused.”

Of course Vince was mostly throwing you a metaphorical bone so you could feel more at ease with him but he was genuinely interested in learning more about you. 

“I livestream myself playing games for my audience. Sometimes I’ll make edited videos but it’s mostly the streams.”

“And people watch you do this instead of playing themselves?”

“Yeah! Sometimes people can’t afford games or they want to see if it’s good before they buy it. But other people like watching people experience something they like or the sense of community with other viewers.” You looked a bit nervous as you explained it to him and Vince felt the urge yet again to put you at ease. He couldn’t stand the idea of you feeling uncomfortable around him.

“I guess I can see the appeal. You’re an entertainer like me,” he said, not really knowing what else to say. After all, he didn’t really get internet culture. It must have been the right thing to say as he was treated to the sight of your face lighting up with the brightest smile accompanied by a blush, looking a bit flustered by his comment. Adorable.

“I’m glad! A lot of people don’t think streaming is a real job so I’m always happy when someone at least tries to understand it.”

You then asked him a couple questions about his work. He was happy to answer, especially since you refrained from asking anything too personal, but he was more interested in learning more about you. Your favorite color, your favorite game, everything. With each new thing he learned, his hunger for more grew. You were just as good at pulling information from him, especially with the way you would light up with each fact he gave and deflated with each nonanswer. He would do anything to keep that smile on your face. 

“Alright you two! We’ve got everything set up on our end. Let’s boot up the game and then we can get started!” the director shouted. Vince nearly glared as you were jolted out of the conversation, sheepishly nodding as you woke the computer from sleep mode and double clicked the icon on the screen. 

And then, it was time to start. You had a hard time concentrating on what to say with the stage lights and all the cameras pointed at you. Sure, you were used to facecam but this was nothing like that. You nearly jumped out of your seat when you felt a pair of lips brush against the shell of your ear, right before the cameras began rolling.

“Just focus on me and the game. You’ll forget about them in no time.” 

Vince was once again treated to you blushing, smirking as he pulled away. He saw no harm in a little bit of flirting, especially when it was so easy to pull such a cute reaction from you. He then pasted on a smile, taking the lead in introducing the two of you and the company behind the game while you composed yourself enough to take over. 

“Well, let’s get started!” you said after the intro. “I’m super excited to play this since the sequel was so much fun. And it’s not everyday I get to play games with a famous actor like Vince Cantrell!” He felt his heart warm as you looked at him, a teasing glimmer in your eye. Time to turn up the charm.

“I’m even more excited, if you can believe it, to experience this game since I’m with you,” he said, holding eye contact. “But I’m afraid I don’t know that much about video games. Hopefully I won’t slow you down.”

You laughed at that. “Don’t worry, it’d be my pleasure to teach you. You’ll know everything you need to when I’m done with you.”

The next couple hours flew by for you two. It was like you had both forgotten the cameras and were in your own little world. It was the most fun Vince had had in a long time, ever since his parents died. You were the first person he felt he could genuinely connect with, not as an actor but as a person. 

In between interview questions about his role in the movie and the flirty comments you two exchanged, you showed off the features of the game. Vince took this opportunity to crowd in close, pressing against you in order to look at the screen. You eventually coaxed him to play a little after promising to keep your hand over his to help with the controls.

“And if you click this menu right here, you’ll see some things they added in the sequel. Like pet shops! They officially added pets after I found a bug that let you domesticate wild animals and everyone in the community fell in love with it and asked for it to become a proper mechanic.”

“So if we place this down our citizens can buy pets?”

“Yep! You can choose what pets you want to stock and customize the building. And after a while, the pets may cross breed and make new species.”

“Interesting…” he muttered, caring more about the feeling of your hand on his. Not that he was bored, of course not! He thought he could listen to you talk about game mechanics for hours on end, just to hear your voice. 

“And let me bring up the color wheel so you can see all the options for customization. Go ahead and pick whatever you want. See, you’re already getting it!”

“Only because I have you to help me. We’d probably need to spend far more time together before I could do anything like this on my own. Maybe I could come over sometime?” You looked a bit taken aback by that. Sure, he was laying it on a bit thick and playing up his incompetence but it wasn’t really his fault, not when you were so completely enchanting that he would do anything to get closer to you. It was exciting, having to take the initiative. Most of the time people pursued him, wanting the attention of someone rich and handsome while not actually caring about him at all.

“Ha ha, maybe,” you laughed, brushing off the comment. You both continued with the game for a little while longer until you got the signal to start wrapping up. You announced the game’s release date and also said you would be doing a give away for some free game keys in your chat when the video premiered on your channel in a few weeks time. 

“AND… CUT!”

And just like that, it was over. The lights shut off and you slumped, no longer having to be “on”. 

“I don’t know how you do stuff like this so often. I’d never survive,” you sighed.

“You get used to it. Besides, you did really well. You’re great on camera.”

“Really? Well I guess that makes sense even if my setup is way more casual. And you definitely helped a lot! I would have been a wreck without you helping me.”

He tried not to let it show how much that affected him but it was hard for him to hide how pleased he was hearing you say that. It was only natural you would recognize his rightful place was by your side. There was just one thing left for him to do.

“I was serious, you know. About coming over and playing games with you. You could even stream it if you wanted.”

You bit your lip. “Really? You’d be okay with that?”

“More than okay, I assure you. I had a lot of fun today and would love to see you again in a less formal context.”

“Oh…” You trailed off, considering it as Vince felt his heart crawl up his throat. Please say yes. “Um, sure. That sounds fun. Let’s exchange contact info and see if we can set something up. I expect you’re way busier than me so let me know when you have some free time, okay?”

And with that, he was in. The actor watched as you entered your details into his phone, eyes narrowed like a predator. You then walked off with a wave, eager to get home and wash the day off in the shower. Vince smirked as he watched you go.

You may not realize it now, but you were already his. After all, once Vince Cantrell decided he wanted something, nothing could stop him

(Hope you enjoyed! There will be a part two to this, when I get around to it)

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Daddy-Daughter Podcast 2023

11 years ago, my kid's daycare surprised us by announcing that they were closing for Christmas break a day before everyone else, so I ended up with our then-four-year-old daughter, Poesy, at my office for the day.

After she got bored with coloring and playing with my office toys, I sat her down on my lap in front of my podcast mic and we recorded the greatest, all-singing episode of my podcast ever:

https://craphound.com/news/2012/12/21/happy-hols/

Thus began an annual tradition. Every year since – save one, when my mic was busted – we have recorded a podcast: I interview the kid about her favorite media, apps, books, and hobbies. Sometimes, she gives a tutorial. Then, we sing a song.

She's 15 now (!), and I still managed to drag her to the mic this weekend. We discussed her musical favorites, old (Ike and Tina singing "Proud Mary") and new (Dominic Fyke). We discuss high school, volunteering at the zoo, and the rigors of dance team. She teaches us how to drive. She runs down her favorite apps, and discusses her recent name change. And then, we sing!

https://craphound.com/news/2023/12/10/daddy-daughter-podcast-2023-edition/

This is the eleventh installment in this time-series snapshots of my kid, starting in London, then moving to LA, and every year I go back and listen to the previous recordings. It's not just a wonderful moment of nostalgia for me – it's also a powerful way to put everything into perspective. Anyone who's kept a journal (or a blog!) knows, the act of regular record-keeping, combined with regular revisiting of those records, turns the impressionistic jumble of memory into a clear picture of your life and its trajectory. We remember so poorly, but our treacherous minds fill in those omissions with whatever's going on right now, so if times are good now, we remember all times as good. If times are bad, everything seems bad.

The following year sees Poesy far more confident and even funnier – and excited about working at the zoo someday:

https://craphound.com/news/2013/12/23/christmastime-daddy-daughter-podcast-with-poesy/

At six, Poesy has learned a little French, and some naughty words for Jingle Bells (and she's got a lot more vocal control!):

https://craphound.com/news/2014/12/22/podcast-happy-xmas-guest-starring-poesy/

At seven, Poesy is living in Los Angeles and my mic is very busted, but Poesy knows all the words to Frosty and she's got the barrelhouse walkout nailed:

https://craphound.com/news/2015/12/25/podcast-happy-xmas-guest-starring-poesy-2/

We didn't manage to record the next year, so we catch up with Poesy at nine, with her English accent all but gone – but her memory for lyrics is better than ever (who knew there were so many choruses to "Deck the Halls?"). This is the first time I interviewed her, for an in-depth discussion of how to make slime (remember slime?):

https://craphound.com/news/2017/12/23/reviving-my-christmas-daddy-daughter-podcast-with-poesy/

At ten, Poesy is now watching online makeup tutorials and has lots of advice for you, and is super into squishies:

https://craphound.com/news/2018/12/24/christmas-podcast-with-poesy-2018-edition/

At eleven, Poesy's no longer willing to sing, but she has lots of information about riding horses. This is the first year that she's got her own music preferences, with half of them being contemporary artists like Billie Eilish and the other half being older acts like Queen. This is also the year that she got rid of all her old toys, books and clothes, because they were "not her style":

https://craphound.com/podcast/2019/12/20/my-annual-daddy-daughter-xmas-podcast-interview-with-an-11-year-old/

Twelve sees us podcasting from covid lockdown. No song this year, but she's playing video games (Among Us), thrifting (while double-masked), and she's just discovered Tiktok, along with Tiktok dances, and she's started to find cool music that I enjoy:

https://craphound.com/news/2020/12/11/daddy-daughter-podcast-2020-edition/

At thirteen, Poe's a high school freshman and the singing is back! She's big into Drag Race and Ru Paul. And high school sucks so hard that she'd rather go back to Zoom school. She's still riding horses, and she's fallen in love with a book for the first time in years: Animal Farm (but she hates the ending):

https://craphound.com/news/2021/12/23/daddy-daughter-podcast-2021-edition/

Last year, Poesy was fourteen, and my office had just flooded out in a freak rainstorm. Poesy has discovered her argumentative nature, and she loves hiking in nearby Angeles National Forest. She's getting into hiphop – Eminem, Snoop Dogg, and Cyprus Hill – and South Park (also Fleetwood Mac!). We get a lot about Big Mouth, and a long discussion of her short fiction writing:

https://craphound.com/podcast/2022/12/12/daddy-daughter-podcast-2022-edition/

These annual time-capsules are just tremendous. I may not have had the discipline to do daily, time-lapse ready photo portraits, but this corny, silly yearly tradition is more than a way for my kid and me to spend a few minutes together just before Christmas – they're a way to connect to our past and think about the future to come. I can imagine doing these over Zoom when the kid's away at university in a couple years, though who knows if she'll stand for that.

Here's the podcast episode:

https://craphound.com/news/2023/12/10/daddy-daughter-podcast-2023-edition/

And here's a direct link to the MP3 (hosting courtesy of the Internet Archive – they'll host your stuff for free, forever):

https://archive.org/download/Cory_Doctorow_Podcast_457/Cory_Doctorow_Podcast_457_-_Daddy_Daughter_Podcast_2023_Edition.mp3

And here's the RSS feed for my podcast:

https://feeds.feedburner.com/doctorow_podcast

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/12/11/daddy-daughter-2023/#not-bye

[multiplicity-positivity]

Hi there, we were just wondering if you have any advice on figuring out the separations/differences between alters. We've been on-and-off blurry for like two months and we're pretty sure our regular host hasn't really been fronting much but our memory is kinda consistent between fronters and can make it pretty confusing to tell who we are/who's in front a lot. Thank you in advance, and sorry if we worded this badly :3

Hey, we actually have a couple resources which may help y’all figure out some differences between the alters in your system.

The first is this little template which has a few questions you can ask each other to learn more about one another:

We also have a post with some tips on discovering differences, and sometimes forging new ones, between alters or headmates. The post is kind of long, but it’s an in-depth explanation on how individualizing has worked for us in the past:

A bit of specific advice though…

If it’s kind of hard to tell who is fronting often, maybe try making a habit of jotting down or doing something particular in those moments when you do know who is fronting. This could look like updating a fronting history log, writing in a journal, wearing a certain item of clothing, or doing something specific that the current fronter enjoys (listening to certain music, eating a certain food, working on a certain project or hobby, playing a certain game, etc.). Making a habit of noticing and acknowledging whenever you do know who is fronting in the present may help making these distinctions easier in the future.

Good luck with this. I know our own system can be blurry a lot (a big reason why we stopped doing sign offs here haha) but in general it has gotten better with time and effort spent like, consciously acknowledging those moments when we do know whose fronting.

[bittercape]

WIP game

rules: you will be given a word. share one sentence / excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word

tagged by @paprikadotmp4 , thank you!

word: WRITE

W - from a wip so far bearing the informative name 'bottom Slade overstim'

While Slade has been working through this minor epiphany, Jason has worked Slade’s shirt up past his nipples and is nibbling on his pecs and vaguely rutting against his thigh. It feels like a more than decent sized cock, at least as far as he can tell through two layers of clothes.

R - from a fic that is technically finished and will be posting tomorrow

Red Hood is utterly mesmerizing to watch in a fight — and he’s all Red Hood, in this fight, plowing through the goons like a siege weapon taking down a wall, all speed and grace and power. Slade maybe gets a slightly unnecessary cut because he’s watching Hood more than his own opponent, hitting the gap in the armor on the outside of his thigh. It hurts like a bitch, but he can’t even regret it; Red Hood punching out the teeth of a Bane-sized thug is a sight he won’t forget any time soon.

I - from a still unnamed wip featuring Jessica Jones and Karen Page in the tennis universe:

“If you want,” Karen says, noncommittally. “We can do an interview later in the week if you like.” “Ugh, gross,” Jessica says, and Karen laughs, slightly too loud for the relative quiet of the bar. A few people glance their way, but leave them be soon enough. “What do you want to know about Roy?”

T - another still unnamed wip, this is a 5+1. exerpt from Steph's section:

The fact that she’s had the second Robin’s sweaty socks pushed into her face doesn’t take away from the symbolism, at least if she doesn’t think too hard about it. She would have continued on her merry way, if it wasn’t for the goons.

E - from the imaginative working title 'steve thing' that wants to grow big:

Either by design or by accident, JARVIS was not forbidden from reporting, and Steve and Natasha both were given regular updates on what Tony was doing – watching the documentation, mostly, and drinking more coffee and vodka than any normal human should consume in a year. What JARVIS did not say was what his processors were doing while Tony did his complicated mourning. On the sixth day, Tony shot Clint with a tranquilizer dart by the coffee machine in the common area kitchen.

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[naanima]

Oh, dear Ratboy. I really like it when he does long podcasts. It helps that he can communicate. Interview starts around the 1h.11sec mark. Dot points things of interest:

He has finished moving from Calgary completely, doesn't even have winter clothes anymore. LOLs.

When he first arrived in Florida he was happy to take a backseat, but the team wanted him to get involved in the leadership group.

He really loves living in Florida.

VGK was the best team they played. Boston & Vegas were very similar. Talks about how Boston slapped them during two of the regular season games, but they played really well against them for the other two games. And that's why he had the belief they could win. OMFG. He fucked up by jumping on the ice and got the penalty LOLs. It was all his fault.

He thinks players who come through in OT etc are the ones who want the puck on their stick. Good or bad they will need to be able to live it.

His dad always preached live in front of the net. Take some physical abuse in the games, earn it to score. Can't get your stick tied up. He learns a lot from Brady when it comes to spinning it off and getting it into the net. Watches every one of Brady's games.

When he switched to the Right Wing he watched a lot of vids of good right wing players.

Evolved as a player year to year. Same mindset as when he was a kid, "screw you I'm getting that puck." Paul gets on him when he gets into a bit of a shoving match on ice with guys he shouldn't. LOLS.

Offseason - earlier was PT, playing catch-up in strength, conditioning wise more cardio in the hopes to play more mins and faster. He feels he is better prepared this season. He is back to 100%.

Microphones on ice - good for the game. NHL gotta do a better job. It is evolving more via the players and teams. Players don't like it too much bcos they would feel like walking on eggshells. If it is used properly it can grow the game.

Wedding vids - makes athletes look crazier than they are.

Media/SocMed blowing things up. Keith talking about his team being "soft' - he was pissed bcos of how it got blown up. They had a chance to be in the playoffs and then they lost four games in a row. Ouch.

His current health - "Everything feels great." He didn't realise he broke his sternum, he thought maybe a collarbone, it wasn't how hard the hit was, it was the spot. He had to leave the game bcos he had to do concussion protocol. Game 3 didn't really hit him how bad he was. After the game he was not feeling great. Drove home that night with a sling, probably shouldn't have done that. The next morning he couldn't get out of bed. The day after he had to call Brady to help him get up, he couldn't even remember if he had a shower. LOLs. During one of the scrums he couldn't even really grab people's jerseys.

Getting into fights etc. Not that they want to get into a fight, it is more that they just hate losing. LOLs.

Sticking Jonathan Quick - doesn't know what happened, he has no excuses. He is not a fan of goalies that play out of their creases.

Buddies with Auston Matthews & other hockey players. It is the game. He would run almost everybody... except Brady for a lot of reasons, one of them being Brady would take him down. Lols.

Olympics & World's etc - a shame that they can't play together. It is sad. His first dream is to win a Stanley Cup, and then to win for the US with his brother.

Right now - being down in Florida outside; jetskis etc. Not going to buy a boat. Love hanging out with his family and friends. He used to not like the beach at all, but now he is there all the time. He is not into nice cars. Only into golf and stuff on the waters. No gators close to his house, they are close to the rink (wtf).

Him changing team - talked to Calgary that he wasn't gonna sign a long-term contract, worked together with the team, and with permission he had one week to talk to a handful of teams. Came down to Carolina, St Louis' and Florida. He just wanted to learn everything he could before he made the decision.

Going back to Florida in a few days.

Taryn is doing great, was injured last year/season and when she came back she was great.

Invited to 6 weddings, attended 4.

Jack Eichel - his hit. Haven't seen the video.

Fav goal in the playoffs - when Cousins scores. The Carolina one.

Barky is so chill, he thinks Barky is the best player he ever played with/seen. Loves watching Barky playing, during training he learns from him.

Scoring between his legs, his dad was pissed. LOLs. He used to do a lot of trick stuff, flipping his picks etc. He remembers watching Kane and Crosby doing it when he was growing up.

He will chat with his dad after games, and nowadays his dad trusts him.

He thinks Brady is great, a great scorer. Brady's goal is to get the team into the playoffs. Ottawa loves Brady, he is a god there. They treat him and his family well bcos of Brady.

His parents come to Taryn, Brady and his games etc.

It is fascinating to me that Matthew is so very much, "I did this", 'it is my fault", "we didn't play well enough", "the other team is better" etc.

I typed this as I was listening to this so there will be mistakes. LOLs.

[yanderefairyangel]

Alear and Veyle are the only Fell dragon claded in white. While their clothing features other colors such as golden/blue and red for Alear and pink and turquoise for Veyle, the dominant color is white.

However in their "Fell equivalent"

Their dominant color is black.

White is a bright color but when combined with others it actually accuentate their presence unlike black that darkens and hide the presence of other color as it's more catching to the eye.

This link to how Sombron's main color in magenta/black tone.

However, this doesn't not apply to Rafal and Nel

Rafal and Nel also feature white in their outfit however, the dominant color is neither black nor white, it's turquoise/pale blue for Nel and pink for Rafal.

We do see that Alear and Veyle dressed in their "Fell version" are closer to Sombron's tone as opposed to the rest of the game. However, in the rest of the game their dominant color is white.

Nel and Rafal sort of break this pattern. Their outfit like Alear and Veyle don't fit with the pattern Sombron wears even though in their "Fell version" Past Alear wears similar tone and Veyle as well. However, they also don't fit the pattern of having white being the dominant color but it being blue and pink.

Funnily enough when I made the design for Alear's fan siblings, I ended up respecting the pattern drawn by Alear and Veyle

As you can see, they have the same palette as Evil Veyle during the 17-21 portion of the game : dominant black and a color around red/magenta. No white.

While Nel and Rafal happens to share a similar color theme with Veyle and Alear, they still stand out as those color they share being the dominant one in their outfit compared to how in Veyle and Alear's case, those color are dominated by the white.

Nel's outfit wearing armory and being in tattern imo is going with how she is the only twin that actually protect her brother. She is always on the front, so she needs to be prepared for that but it ends up with her clothing to be damaged

Also, one thing that intested me is how big Nel's dragon stone is. If you compared it to Alear's, it's big enough to be on Rafal's chest. Veyel however can keep it in her pocket.

Another thing is the motif that is common to Nel and Rafal's outfit, nowhere to be found in Alear and Veyle's design, even less Sombron.

The diamond pattern in gold and black for both twins doesn't exist in Alear or Veyle's design.

Also it should be noted that Rafal wear on his sleeves and on his chest the pattern of the eye that can only be found in a link to Gregory and Griss's design but doesn't exist in Sombron's or may be a reference to Sombron's 3rd eye.

The twins also share a pendant. There is no sign of this motif on Alear and Veyle's design nor Sombron's

It looks like a thunder ?

But the most striking difference between the Fell siblings and the Fell twins is that lack between the clash of white and black.

According to the interview the team had with Nintendo, for each country and faction, Tei choose one theme/season and color for them to make them stand out.

For the Divine dragon, he choose white and for the Fell dragon black to make them stand out. Hence why Sombron and Alear and Veyle's outfit are black and that in their regular version Alear and Veyle's outfit are in white to show their opposition to their father and siding with the Divine dragon faction.

This however isn't present in Nel and Rafal's outfit with the dominant color being the pink and blue.

In their dragonic form they share a pattern of black like Sombron's, however, their drgonic form sharing the color of their outif confirms what I said about their dominant color.

However, Rafal's great Fell dragon form is also a different color

Seeing Nel, Sombron and Rafal you would think that Fell dragon are necessarily black yet for some reason here Rafal's form is white. Hmmm.

Anyway, I think that the distinctinction between Nel Rafal and Alear Veyle's outfit might also be linked to how they hail from different world. That makes me curious about the fashion of the Fell dragons in Engage