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angel-sweets666 · 5 months ago

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How did strade catch you?

strade x reader

warnings: kidnapping, drugging ect yk strade stuff

Strade first saw you when you moved into the house next door. From the moment you arrived, you exuded a warmth and friendliness that caught his attention. On the day you moved in, you went out of your way to introduce yourself to him, chatting easily and flashing a bright smile. Strade couldn’t help but be captivated by your charm and beauty.

As the days passed, his thoughts were increasingly consumed by you. He found himself watching you more closely, admiring your every move. You were just so pretty, almost perfect in his eyes. Yet, a darker thought gnawed at the edges of his mind. Wouldn't you be even prettier with some blood? The idea thrilled him in a twisted way, making his desire to catch you grow even stronger. You were becoming an obsession, and he was determined to have you, no matter the cost.

One day, while you were taking out the trash, you noticed the man watching you from the window. You smiled and waved up at him, and he waved back, his usual toothy grin flashing. Strade opened the window and lit a cigarette, the smoke curling lazily around his head.

"Hey buddy! Whatcha doing?" he called out.

"Taking out my trash!" you replied, walking closer to his window so you could hear him more clearly.

"Oh, that's fun. Garbage man should be here tomorrow!" he said with his casual German accent, which always seemed to add an extra layer of charm to his words.

Strade leaned against the windowsill, his eyes fixed on you. "Say, wanna go for a drink tomorrow night?"

His invitation took you by surprise, but his charming demeanor and that captivating accent made it hard to refuse. You considered his offer for a moment, feeling a mix of excitement and curiosity. "Sure, that sounds like fun," you replied with a smile.

"Great," he said, his grin widening. "I'll pick you up around eight."

As you walked back to your house, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation. Strade was always such a charmer, and there was something intriguing about him that you couldn't quite put your finger on. Tomorrow night promised to be interesting, and you found yourself looking forward to getting to know your mysterious neighbor a little better.

8 o’clock that Saturday rolled around, you got into a casual outfit that could work for a bar or a fancy place. A knock on the door scams and raced down “hey strade” you smiled and he held the door open for you “hey buddy!” He grinned “I know a bar, I’ll take you there” he informed you

Eight o'clock that Saturday finally rolled around. You stood in front of your mirror, carefully selecting a casual outfit that could work for both a laid-back bar and a more upscale place, just in case. After a few moments of indecision, you settled on a stylish yet comfortable ensemble that made you feel confident.

A knock on the door broke the silence, and you felt a rush of excitement as you raced downstairs. You opened the door to find Strade standing there, his usual toothy grin in place.

"Hey, Strade," you greeted him with a smile.

"Hey, buddy!" he replied warmly, holding the door open for you with a slight bow. His charm was irresistible, and you found yourself grinning back.

"I know a great bar nearby," he informed you, his German accent adding an extra layer of allure to his words. "I'll take you there."

As you walked to his car, you noticed how different he looked tonight—more relaxed, yet there was a gleam in his eyes that hinted at hidden depths. The drive to the bar was filled with easy conversation. Strade had a way of making you feel comfortable, like you had known each other for years.

The bar he took you to was cozy, with dim lighting and a welcoming atmosphere. The chatter of patrons and the soft hum of music created a perfect backdrop for the evening. Strade led you to a corner booth, where you both settled in. He ordered drinks for both of you, his confidence evident in the way he spoke to the bartender.

"So, tell me more about yourself," Strade said, leaning in slightly, his eyes locked onto yours.

You shared stories about your move, your job, and your hobbies. Strade listened intently, occasionally interjecting with witty remarks that made you laugh. He shared bits about his own life, his accent making even the mundane details sound fascinating.

As the night went on, the drinks flowed, and the conversation deepened. Strade had a way of making you feel special, like you were the only person in the room. His gaze was intense, yet there was a warmth to it that drew you in.

"Do you come here often?" you asked, curious about this side of him.

"Not as often as I'd like," he admitted. "But they have great beers and cheap booze so.. thought it work” he grinned “say! Want a drink?” He asked, you trusted him enough with you drink. Big mistake.

Soon enough, Strade was carrying your limp body in his arms, skillfully pretending that you had simply gotten sick from drinking too much. His face was a mask of concern as he navigated through the bar's exit, eliciting sympathetic glances from the few patrons who noticed. Gently, he placed you in the passenger seat of his car, buckling you in as if he were merely a friend ensuring your safety.

Strade stepped back, admiring his handiwork. "That was way too easy… You're easy to kidnap, Schatz," he chuckled softly, the sinister undertone of his words lost in the empty parking lot. His grin widened as he settled into the driver's seat, the adrenaline of his actions making his heart race.

As he drove through the quiet streets, Strade glanced over at you from time to time, his mind racing with the plans he had for you. The streetlights cast fleeting shadows across your face, highlighting the eerie calmness that had settled over you. In his mind, you were already his, a canvas for the twisted desires that he could barely contain.

The drive felt surreal, the usual humdrum of the night punctuated by the knowledge of what was to come. When he finally pulled up to his house, he quickly exited the car and circled around to your side. With practiced ease, he scooped you up again, your body limp and compliant in his arms.

He navigated through his house, the dim lighting casting long shadows on the walls. Strade moved with purpose, each step taking him closer to the basement door. He kicked it open with a quiet grunt, the creak of the door adding to the sinister atmosphere. The basement stairs loomed ahead, descending into darkness.

Carefully, he carried you down the stairs, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the confined space. The basement was cold and damp, a stark contrast to the warm, inviting bar where the evening had begun. Strade flicked on a light, the harsh glow illuminating a room that was far from welcoming.

He laid you down on the cold concrete floor, securing your wrists behind the metal pole that sat in the middle of the basement He took a step back, admiring the sight of you bound and helpless, completely at his mercy. Strade grinned a devilish grin “all mine now~ don’t worry shatz…I’ll keep you safe…”

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anulithots · 1 year ago

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The Character creation masterpost, in which I shall hold your hand through every step of the process, complete with examples and Maslov's hierarchy of needs.

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What concept are you trying to convey?

Because stories are, in essence, metaphysical explorations of this weird and wonderous thing called existence, and at the heart of stories... are characters.

But it can be quite difficult, to go from abstract concept to a character you are comfortable writing as, so here's a process that works for me. Although it's best to test and try and see who this character wants to be. (For example, I'll make a doll of most of my main characters, and that can influence how I write them, and when I was little, I used to figure out their personalities and backstory based on those dolls... so character creation can be whatever you want!)

Shameless doll plug:

So pick a phenomenon to explore, for this example, we'll pick: Labels. We take pride in them, yes. That's a good thing, but what about those who use labels to phenomenon people, who use our colorful identities to keep us separate and ranked?

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Next up, let's pick a specific viewpoint, one specific way an individual could view this concept. For our 'labels' concept, let's pick a main character that centers around the idea of 'taking so much pride in your identity that you put others/groups of people down'. (so this would be a character that might be a bit bigoted, and hopefully they'll grow past that through the story.)

For other characters, you may pick other ideas, such as 'I take pride in my identity, and all other's identities, it makes us all colorful, and it makes life rich.' (This could be a character who showcases all their colors, and enjoys expressing themself, and encourages others to express themselves too), or 'Eh whatever, I don't adhere to any labels, and you should not judge others for their labels either' (The chill anarchist my beloved.)

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Alrighty, now you got a viewpoint and some of their personality, but this is still pretty vague right now, so let's get comfortable being this character. Do a bit of freewriting about what their mind is like. Perhaps how they view themselves and the world. This can be utter garbage writing. It doesn't even have to be legible. You're just doing a 'prose version' of your development so far. Play with different writing styles here and pick your favorite (it will keep getting better as you go on.)

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Now for the 'best case scenario'. What's their dream? What life do they fantasize about? What situation, what moment makes their heart warm yet strained with longing? What would they have? What wouldn't they have? How would they feel? What wouldn't they feel?

-Basically: what do scenario do they think will give them happiness?

(Try writing this out in prose. For example, one of my characters keeps returning to this specific recollection of what their home used to be, when they were happy. Having this again is what they want more than anything else.)

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Why do they want this dream so much? What does it mean to them? Why will this scenario give them happiness? What is this hidden that they are lacking?

For this, there's a handy little a pyramid. (Maslov's hierarchy of needs)

Do they want safety? Do they want love and belonging? Do they want to be respected and to boost their self-esteem? Do they want to feel fulfilled, with a purpose and meaning to their life? Do they want to be free from longing itself?

(Feel free to add to your practice prose, this is just to get a feel for how to write this character.)

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Here's the thing, characters would've reached this goal already if there was nothing holding them back, which is that viewpoint from the beginning.

Using our 'labels' example, let's name this character.... Xavier (peak edginess).

Xavier believes that there is so much to be proud of for their identity (I would have specifics if I did practice prose, let's say this dude is the pinnacle of righteousness and is respected by everyone, and identifies strongly with their traits and quirks... perhaps their intelligence?) and other's are somehow 'lesser beings' because of it.

Okay, so what would be the worst outcome for Xavier based on this belief?

How about..... another who they deem as lesser outshining them.

And their best case scenario is being respected by all, loved for their accomplishments, perhaps the milestones too - they are successful, and are on a good path in life. They've always been the 'good child,' the 'gifted kid'. And they want to be the epitome of that as an adult.

Their underlying want is for respect and validation.

So Xavier would try desperately to flaunt the labels given to them, and prove they are more valuable than all they deem lesser. Constantly trying to outshine them.

Alrighty! Now that your character has internal conflict, write out some more practice prose. Feel free to create a random situation and play with their head, or just have a train of thought. It could be multiple separate paragraphs, or pages and pages of continuous prose.

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Backstory time!

(This helps with giving a character depth, and it makes them easier to write if you've seen all their pivotal moments.)

First off, write a scene where the character went from being a child who thought everything was happy and everyone was loved and it would all be okay, to believing the viewpoint. What event made that seed of a viewpoint take root in their head?

Tip: when did their worst fear come true? And how did their brain build up a belief system to keep them safe from this scenario from ever happening again?

For our boi Xavier, perhaps they had a friend, and everyone else at school deemed them as lesser because of their community. This friend was bullied, and they were the best companion Xavier could ask for, even if it meant they got ostracized too.

But when this friend got an award for something... perhaps a competition that Xavier also wanted to win...they were more susceptible to the other's comments that this friend was greedy and took opportunities from everyone else, and that Xavier was ruining his self-esteem by being near another who would constantly do better than him.

Xavier stopped being friends with this person and left them all alone.

But at least Xavier wasn't bullied anymore, the crowd acknowledged their strengths (superficially). They didn't do that before, when Xavier was lumped with this other friend.

In a way, it was freeing.

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Next up... have fun with this! Write a few scenes (they can be as short or as long as you want) where the character was close to getting that 'best case scenario' but a hint of their fear arose, and they decided to avoid their fear. The pain of their fear was greater than the pain for a lack of happiness.

For Xavier, they had the chance numerous times to connect with others of different backgrounds, and refused it each and every time this other person had a quality that was better than Xavier's. Eventually this chain of avoiding their fear, lead this viewpoint to be deeply rooted in their head. Prime for storytelling.

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.... then you can write the first chapter ;p

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styrmwb · 8 months ago

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I beat Final Fantasy VII Rebirth

There's gonna be spoilers in this just in case you care, hopefully I tagged it correctly, and also yeah this is a long one (I don't have it tagged game ramblings for nothing)

Anyways, loved this game. My gripes with it are very few, but unfortunately one of said gripes is very major and hasn't changed from Remake; but in the effort to Pretend like my thoughts are organized, I'm gonna section this cause sectioning is fun :)

Actually, one thing I wanted to note here (writing this after like, 3 paragraphs), is something that influences a lot of my love for this game is the fact that it... Doesn't suffer from translation problems like the OG. It brings factors that i never truly appreciated into the forefront, and clears up a lot of confusion. I wanted to put this here because I realized it would be weird to say all of my nonsense without clarifying this.

Gameplay

Rebirth (and Remake) is what I think is What modern FF should be. I absolutely love this style of combat so much. I do wish there was a very small passive ATB charge cause sometimes I get stuck in a situation where I can't do anything, but other than that the rotation of hack and slash then classic menu, and switch between party members is so fun, in the best of times I can make a really cool action scene, everyone showing off their own moves; it's a blast. I'll go a little deeper into the characters when I go to That section, but overall I found everyone really fun in some way, even though end game I ended up using the same party as I did in Remake (and also the OG VII lmfao).

I know to some/possibly most, the amount of open world (and Chadley) and the side quests might feel like a bunch of fluff and garbage, but I actually kinda really enjoyed it? I loved how the world intel all changed slightly as you progressed. Moogles as an example, annoying as they were, did add an extra level of challenge every time you saw them. When you had to catch a chocobo, it was a different style of stealth minigame. Summon crystals all had increasingly complicated patterns. Hell, even the towers were slightly different every time with how you had to climb or even reach them! I think this being the strength solidifies itself when I think of my least favorite intels being the Fiend Intel, because I think they were the most samey the entire game through. The side quests I compare to XVI. XVI's side quests were... like XIV. A LOT of dialogue, run here, more dialogue, fight one enemy or gather 6 items, then go back. Rebirth's quests felt... a little more alive? A little more varied? Sure, side quests are usually going to be the same in these styles of game, but I think of chasing a dog through the region while the dialogue happens along the way, I think of the options to gather more resources than the bare minimum for different rewards and dialogues, picking different flowers, having to pay attention to notes, having to interact with the minigames: it all felt more interesting and like I actually wanted to do them. The varied nature of everything is what made me enjoy it.

Oh and Queen's Blood? Greatest FF card game don't even @ me I had so much fun with it it better stay

Characters

One of my favorite parts of Rebirth is how much it helped or made me love the cast. Even characters that I did not care about or possibly actively disliked, this game made me enjoy. Main characters were all expanded on, side characters were silly, and brought back into relevance when I would never expect (Like holy shit I swear every named NPC from Remake came back which is so cool), and they all make the journey an absolute joy to take, and the world as colorful as FFVII SHOULD be. But let me talk about a cast that went from "yeah I like them" to possibly one of my favorite parties in the entire franchise.

Cloud

I honestly already considered him my favorite character in VII (which is a very hard thing to admit without the fear of people thinking you like him for the wrong reasons), and Rebirth being essentially half the game lets me get to see why again. A man who presents himself as serious and uncaring, but OOPS he actually does care and is really silly but unfortunately has some major mental problems! (please help him he is NOT ok). Sure, they kinda speed up his realization of certain aspects, and maybe they go a Little too hard on the fact that Something Isn't Right, but I really enjoyed seeing his declining mental state, its effect on the world, and his relationships with the party. The Sephiroth juice is intense at this point in the story, and I am very excited to see him in the next game. His gameplay is classic yet fun, with big swordy slashes and huge hits that don't have to be slow (they're sometimes slow).

Barret

My favorite part of Barret in Rebirth compared to Remake is how he didn't wear his sunglasses for most of the game. He's open, he's feeling, he's emotional; he's the big tough softy I love. This is where him and Cloud's relationship really gets to shine, where you can tell there is respect, trust, and concern between both of them. The Gold Saucer and side quests are where I think this is at its strongest, and I love seeing it. His gameplay makes him a really fun support, and just like Remake I had him as a sort of paladin healy tanky type, staying behind with GUN as he takes care of the party, which is really fun and consistent.

Tifa

This game does wonders for Tifa enjoyers (it's me I'm Tifa enjoyers), giving her a lot of focus and emphasis on that caring, observant nature that is her strongest suit. Her concern for Cloud and friendship with Aerith feel very strong here and it makes me happy to see. Her gameplay had her in my party the entire time no other reason, her fast attacks, dodges, ATB filling, and stagger damage multiplier being extremely huge in every single fight.

Aerith

The big one. Honestly, I'm gonna keep my real big story thoughts for later, but I will say I loved seeing her enjoy life, the open world, and helping others in the side quests. She's a great character to see happy :) Also, her scene in the Gold Saucer is probably now one of my favorite scenes in the entire series. It was so fucking stunning that I cannot get enough of it. Unfortunately, her gameplay is easily my least favorite out of the group, as her slow attacks and dodging (yes I know she has an ability to boost her attacks but that takes a while to get to) makes her kind of a slog in my hands, and better off in the computer's.

Red XIII

One of two characters that I did not expect to grow to love as much as I did. I'll prob mention this again later, but... I didn't REALLY know the extent of his change when I played the original. Yeah, I knew he was young for his race, but he always felt like just that wise grumpy dog man (some of this could be on me not reading well enough but between poor translation and Advent Children and the fact he didn't make it into DFFOO I'm gonna give myself a break). Rebirth showed me how much of a joy Red is. Despite the trauma and pain he went through, he's silly, he's excited for life, he has fun and loves his family. But also, despite this and his youth, he doesn't COMPLETELY lose his knowledge and wise nature after his reveal; he just relaxes more. I care about Red so much more than I originally did now because this change was made clearer. His gameplay is also really fun, fast attacks, strong defenses, and even stronger abilities (stardust ray my beloved).

Yuffie

We already got a good amount of Yuffie in Intergrade, so having her again here felt like anyone else from last game. However, I do absolutely love how she was integrated into the main plot instead of just being Girl in Forest. She served as great comic relief (and literally says this!) for her appearance in the story (although I do think there were a couple occasions where it was a bit much but that's ok her arc is next game), and I really enjoyed that she started to become a cared for member of the group (really shown by Cloud in the Skywheel date and her and Barret's relationship). Gameplay was just as fun as Intergrade, the throwing/ninjutsu swapping being a joy, and I loved using her doppelganger attack in combination with elemental weaknesses and Sonic Boom. Yuffie was key for some of the harder fights, the MVP fr fr.

Cait Sith

The other of two characters I did not expect to enjoy, and Cait Sith here is the absolute king of it, as I DID NOT like him in the OG. But here? He's a larger character, he's more sympathetic, he's a little more understandable, and his gameplay doesn't suck shit lmfao. His betrayal I think was done a lot cleaner this time around, where he really Felt like part of the group, and his return was done pretty smoothly but honestly doing anything other than being like "hi hello I'm back!" while Cloud beats the shit out of Aerith is an improvement I really enjoyed his melee/ranged nature being similar to Cloud, and his heavy hitting attacks. Despite the fact that he still had RNG, it was RNG that felt good no matter what and I appreciated that.

Cid and Vincent

Our poor poor "you're not allowed yet" boys. No gameplay section here cause they ain't got any! But that's ok, because for what little role they had, I really enjoyed their presence. Early Cid was very interesting to me, and while i do feel like he loses a little not being introduced as a complete dickwad, I still love having Cid around and giving him a little more connection to the party. He didn't seem as aggressive and %#*^-y, but I kinda hope we get more of that in part 3 when Rocket Town happens. Vincent, similar to Yuffie, gets tied into the story in such a great way. Getting to fight him was super super cool, and I loved that small amount of comic relief he gives by being Overly edgy yet out of touch with the world. I'm very excited to see where both of them go.

Zack

It took me some time to... Accept what Remake did to the timeline. Once I did, I was all in on the train for more Zack. I love Zack! He's my other favorite VII character other than Cloud! This game gave me more Zack, and I appreciate it for that. Not to mention his whole interactions with Aerith and Cloud made me very happy and filled a void in my heart I needed (that fucking synergy attack between the two of them???? DUUUUUDE) Unfortunately however; he didn't get to... get the story treatment I would have liked. Gameplay wise; I don't care much for his charge mechanic, sadly.

Sephiroth

I don't have much to say here. Sephiroth is Sephiroth. He appears, says "pee your pants cloud", then fucks off, and he's really good at that, and that's what he's supposed to be. My grudges against him aren't against him and more against who's writing him. Playing him was hype though, and I enjoyed his counter mechanic which I feel got later reincarnated into Red.

As for people other than in the playable cast, Dio was incredibly fun, Elena felt like a treat and a more threatening than the original but still showing that silly nature (pink gun???? no tactical advantage whatsoever I love it), Hojo is still the scum of the earth as he should be (he never gets better!), I got to actually understand what Bugenhagen is, and so on and so on. Nobody was worse than their original appearance and I loved that.

ALSO CISSNEI GANG RISE UP WE LOVE OUR GIRL AND I'M SO GLAD SHE GOT TO RETURN

Story

So. This is the big part. If I had to choose where my biggest gripe with the game would be, it would be in the aspect of story. This is the Exact Same Gripe I had with Remake, that being the aspect of whispers, alternate timelines, and whatever Sephiroth is cooking. This being.... I don't really like it? I don't think it adds anything?? It's confusing, intentionally vague, and it really ruins the flow that these games have otherwise. Cause aside from this singular (big) aspect? Dude! This game fucks! It takes every story beat that was in the original, and expands on it in a way that i feel makes me love the story and world way more! I feel like a lot of aspects got tied together a lot more smoothly (although again, I also attribute this to not terrible translation), and every experience that I expected from the original was a joy to watch in this game. The swamp, Junon, the boat, Costa del Sol, the Gold Saucer, Cosmo Canyon, Nibelheim, the Temple of the Ancients. These were all done so well. All of the side content and side stories were really fun, added a lot of character to the world. And with the slight changes they did make, like with Cait Sith's arc being changed to be more sympathetic instead of blackmailing and Cloud being controlled by Sephiroth NOT beating Aerith I think were actually done really tastefully and improved the experience (actually thinking about it Dyne's just felt like they wanted to hurt Barret more why would they do that). I just... I wish if they were going to do this whole alternate timeline dealy, they were a little more clear on it? i wish I could feel like it actually mattered to this series, but what i get is "oh wow the unknown journey" that turns into "yeah here are these extra bits that are confusing and don't change anything and actually instead ruin the impact of one of the most well known scenes in video game history)

With that I will talk about the ending. I was willing to ignore the fact that we didn't get to walk through the City of the Ancients more. I was still shaking and nervous until the very end, thinking "oh man what's going to happen???? oh fuck!!!" and what i was instead rewarded with was a constant whiplash of emotions and confusion that left me numb to what should have torn my heart out. I shouldn't have to be left wondering if a character truly died or not for the sake of "OHHH MAN TIMELINESSSSS WORLDS???" that didn't DO anything when I could have gotten either a successful changing of timeline, or a 4K edition of something to tear my heart out, and hearing the absolute pain in Cloud's voice in his speech afterwards. I am Really Hoping that part 3 will clear this up, and retroactively improve an ending and story beats that I think single-handedly knock this game down from a 10/10. I shouldn't have faith in them, cause they've beefed two endings in a row, but I do, because they've shown that everything else they can create are honestly perfect.

Graphics

shortest section in the world this game is beautiful the landscapes are beautiful the characters are beautiful (or ugly when they needed to be and it still worked) my eyes were given a treat this entire 80 hours

Music

shortest section in the world this soundtrack is amazing hamauzu and suzuki cooked and made so many good songs

it's like they knew tifa's theme was one of my favorites and proceeded to give me 20 versions of it also gold saucer getting individual remixes???? a top 5 battle on the big bridge? NO PROMISES TO KEEP???????? GOD FUCKING DAMN.

Unorganized Ramblings/Finale

I really did have a lot of fun with this game. I didn't feel soured until the end for the most part, even during some frustrating game segments (fuck you Rufus and Odin and then Odin again and also that last Fort Condor). I really appreciate getting to see the wider world of FFVII in a modern sense, and I think overall I appreciate what I didn't previously a lot more. I also loved how with the addition of a card game and Gilgamesh, it got to match up with VIII and IX, the other 2 PS1 FFs to really feel like a unified FF vision. This game kept the silliness that the original had on top of its incredibly dark setting for something that I love to describe as the same vibe as Yakuza. I laughed seeing Red get a whole scene instead of a single bit in his person outfit, and then cried at a newfound caring for Cloud, Tifa, and Barret seeing Jessie's poster in the Gold Saucer. The vibes were immaculate and I'm really really excited to see what they do for the final part (which is going to be called Reunion I'm betting my left materia on it)

9/10. The peak of modern FF gameplay that enhances a classic, but fails its mission of being different.

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patchun · 2 years ago

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It's that time of year again. Yes, the time for a highly unnecessary but very detailed tier list for an obscure game that no one plays anymore. Today I bring you: the Dragon Quest Heroes: Rocket Slime CREW TIER LIST!

First of all, if you haven't played this game, let me explain some basics.

Rocket Slime is kind of in its own genre. You explore these levels where you find slimes to save and materials to gather, and eventually you get a tank, which you can use in tank battles. The stuff you found out in the levels can then be used to improve stuff like your tank HP and ammo, and eventually you unlock the ability to add more crew members to the tank to help with operations. Generally, each crew member will have a two "Tactics" to choose from, which you can switch between at any time in combat. Something like "Infiltrate and sabotage" will have the crew member try to break into the enemy tank and cause chaos, sometimes causing the ammo dispensaries to malfunction if they are successful. Or something like "Use the lower cannon" will have the crew member go around your tank and gather ammo, and then... throw it in the lower cannon. But, there is a lot of diversity in exactly how effective each crew member is within a given Tactic. And that's what I'll be exploring today.

As usual, I meticulously tested every crew member, generally comparing it against other crew members with the same tactics. My wife and I made "best of"s of each Tactic, making notes of everyone's performance, and then put everything together to create an ultimate overall tier list. Without further ado, here it is.

I'll start at the bottom.

Absolute Garbage: These crew members either have Tactics that are completely useless or are so bad at doing their job that you may as well not have them at all!

Mother Glooperior - She's the best of these, as she at least has the option to "Use the lower cannon"... she's just... incredibly... slow... at doing it. Her other tactic, "Keep everyone alive", is entirely useless, as she can only cast Miniheal on crew members that are inside your tank. The amount of times where enemies can actually successfully infiltrate your tank is so sparse, and her usefulness in those specific situations still so little, that I sadly couldn't justify putting her even in the Extremely Niche Use Tier. She does get points for cuteness, at least.

Bunicorn - It can fire itself out of a cannon for a whopping 15 damage!!(?) or it can attempt to Infiltrate and Sabotage... and probably not break down the wall of the enemy tank by the time you've passed of old age. I should probably go into how we tested Infiltrate and sabotage to explain. Infiltrate and sabotage has a crew member leave the tank, walk across that entire field, and enter the enemy tank from the front. There, they will be confronted with a wall.

This wall. They will attack this wall over. And over. And over. For some crew members, it takes maybe thirty seconds. Others, I dunno, about a minute? But for Bunicorn, this takes an ENORMOUS amount of time, because every single time it attacks, it gets its horn stuck in the wall, and has to do a whole recovery animation. If you can't even Infiltrate in the first place, then you can't really Sabotage, can you?But in Bunicorn's case, it doesn't matter. Tired of waiting, I broke down the wall for it, and it proceeded to go in and maybe destroy one panel (seen at the top right of the image above, they control various mechanisms of the tank and provide advantages for you if they're broken), then died to enemies without getting a single hit in. Bunicorn cannot Infiltrate OR sabotage, and for that reason, it is Absolute Garbage. At least it's also cute.

Curate Rollo - If you really needed to be kept alive in the tank, Curate Rollo would be the dude. He can also accompany you and keep you alive in the enemy tank. But like, the only times you would ever possibly even need this, aka the battles against Flucifer and Hooly, he can't be used. So yeah, useless.

Restless Armor - They have two options, "Infiltrate and sabotage" and "Guard your commander". Huge problem with both - this thing is super, super slow. While it may be faster at breaking the wall than Bunicorn, it takes ages for this dude to walk across that field, and once they're in, chances are they'll die before they're able to do anything, also due to their slowness. Guard your commander is a useless Tactic in general, as most of the time they'll get in your way more than protect you, seems like more often than not they'll accidentally attack you (which does damage) rather than the enemy, lol. But for Restless Armor in particular, it can't guard Rocket effectively at all, because it can't keep up with him! It's too slow!

Living Statue - Like Mother Glooperior, Living Statue has the option to use one of the cannons, but like Mother Glooperior, it is incredibly slow in doing so. Its other option is "Keep baddies out", which is probably the worst Tactic in the game ever. It sounds like it could be useful, even if just for those rare instances where the enemy team is dedicated to breaking into your tank... but ironically, that seems to be where it is most useless! I tested Big Daddy, Blubba, and Living Statue, and every time I set these guys to "Keep baddies out", and allowed baddies in... they just wandered around aimlessly doing absolutely nothing at the back of the tank! Like, what? You'd think "Keep baddies out" would have the crew members programmed to stay near the front of the tank for protection, but it almost seems as if they were programmed specifically to not work! So yes, this is a useless tactic, but it gets worse - eventually I got tired of waiting and having my tank destroyed, so I pushed my Living Statue into sight of the baddies, which finally triggered him to fight... one of them. And what did he do? Well... nothing. His attacks are so slow and have such short reach that he was unable to Keep baddies out at all. And here's the real kicker about Living Statue - it's not cute. And why would you use a crew member that isn't cute? Think about that.

EXTREMELY Niche Use: These crew members are really... not that much better than the useless members, but in very rare circumstances, they can actually do something, and do it well. Or, in one case, they provide such great comedic value that it's worth looking past their flaws. Here we go.

Mimic - Mimic's first Tactic is "Bring ammo", which, other than being not a very good tactic in the first place, it completely sucks at, because it's very slow. The interesting one is its second tactic, "Mimic a chest". Mimic will slowly hop across the field and into the enemy tank, get to the wall, and then... sit there. It doesn't even break the wall, so it can't really count as an Infiltrate and sabotage or anything. But, say somehow the wall is already broken, perhaps by you or a different crew member, then the Mimic will enter further into the tank and lie in wait. When an enemy approaches, Mimic will pounce. And the reason Mimic can be good in niche circumstances is because when it pounces, it does not stop. It keeps biting, and biting, and biting, and unless an outside force stops it, it will get at least a few kills. If it can get inside the enemy tank, it's fairly good at what it does. Might be worth shooting it out of your cannon to get it there.

Golem - It does nothing, it just provides you with a Golem that you can hop in and ride. Once in, you have a high movement speed and can easily break into and destroy the inside of the enemy tank. Once that's done, it returns to being completely useless for the rest of the battle.

Flabbot Flancisco - He has one tactic, and that's to stand there and sing, healing your tank for 20hp every 20-30 seconds. Basically deadweight, but not completely useless, as he is doing... something.

Bo - Bo is a very funny crew member. Her options are "Bring ammo" and "Follow the leader". Bring ammo is not very good, but at bringing ammo, she is the best (along with Tokyo Tom). Meanwhile, "Follow the leader" has her shadow you, napping or singing every once in a while along the way. She doesn't pick up ammo, BUT! She will attack the wall with you if you're trying to break in, and she's actually one of the strongest crew members at fighting enemies, as she has an attack with a large hitbox and very quick windup time. I never tried, but shooting her directly at the enemy might not be a bad way of using her, when she isn't supplying ammo.

Tokyo Tom - A similar story to Bo, but Tokyo Tom also has the option of “Goonin Cammoflauge” where he turns himself into a pebble, bullet or medicinal herb and hops over to the enemy tank. Once he gets to the wall, he really struggles, constantly firing off shurikens in the complete wrong direction (why?), but he did manage to break the wall down at an average speed nonetheless. Once inside, he isn’t as sneaky as he thinks he is, and performs somewhat average compared to other Infiltrate and sabotagers. Imp - This dude sucks. He can Fire Like Crazy (basically meaning he can use the upper and lower cannons) or Bring ammo, but is terrible at both of them because he CONSTANTLY trips and falls, dropping whatever ammo he was holding, and usually just leaving it there. So, why is he not in the Absolute Garbage Tier? Because he’s fucking hilarious. Every time he falls he says “Thon of a thlime, I dropped what I wath carrying!” and it’s just gold. He sucks but we love him.

Below Average: These guys are like… the RU tier of Pokemon. They can do their jobs and do it fine. But there are just, generally, much better options Swotsy - Swotsy has the options to use the lower or upper cannon. Relative to other viable cannon users, Swotsy is fairly slow at loading, and speed was generally how we judged our cannon-user viability. Somehow, the most notable thing about Swotsy is that they are really, really talented at… sabotaging our own teammates. Swotsy CONSTANTLY accidentally throws teammates into the cannon, and depending on the teammate, that can either be kind of situationally beneficial, or most commonly very detrimental to our tank’s DPS! I don’t know why it’s just Swotsy that we noticed this most with, perhaps it’s because of Blubba being one of the first teammates we use?

Baron Blubba - He can carry three pieces of ammo, which is really nice, as most crew members save for god himself and Rocket can only carry one. The problem is that he’s so slow at moving that chances are, other crew members will have already picked up the ammo he was moving towards by the time he gets there, so the amount of times he’ll actually come with three pieces of ammo when you’re using other genuinely good teammates is really low. Additionally, due to his enormous hitbox, Blubba is VERY prone to being accidentally knocked into your cannon. Thankfully, it’s not the worst thing in the world, as Blubba isn’t that bad at fighting enemies, so he can do some damage if he ends up making it to the enemy tank… but if he’s disrupted mid-flight, he’ll have to do his very very slow wobble of shame back home. We made a note that, evidently, Blubba just has a very throwable face.

Picksy - The worst of the viable “Use upper or lower cannon” users. Picksy moves very slowly until it has picked up ammo, then it moves quickly - the opposite of Swotsy, who moves quickly until they pick up ammo. But Swotsy seemed to be faster overall via testing, along with the other viable “Use upper or lower cannon” user Dracky.

Ghost - My wife and I heavily debated Ghost’s position, but I definitely think it belongs here in “”C”” tier. It can either “Steal ammo” or “Hamper their commander”, which is basically “Target their commander” by a different name. With regards to Steal Ammo, there are three crew members who can do this, and of them, Ghost is arguably the worst. Though enemy ghosts are very annoying to deal with because they’re invisible, Baddies seem to be able to sense the ghosts through this and hit them anyways. It’s still effective, just, not very. Like the others on this list. Hamper their commander meanwhile has one perk over the other “Target their commander” options (which is more or less Infiltrate and sabotage, but instead of focusing on destroying the enemy ship, the crew member will try to kill the enemy commander, possibly destroying some stuff along the way), which is that Ghost can go through the wall, making it a non issue. We tested Ghost twice with different results, but our conclusion was that Hamper their commander is effective. Honestly, Ghost may warrant further investigation.

Walking Corpse - It can “Fire Like Crazy” and has average speed doing so. The gimmick of the Walking Corpse is that when it dies, it is instantly resurrected… but the only way for it to happen is if an enemy is in the ship, and it’s not great at defending, so why does it even matter? That said, it’s definitely not the worst in the world. Problem is it gets no points for cuteness.

Average: UU Tier of Pokemon. These guys are all pretty good at doing what they need to do. Some may have useless secondary tactics, but it doesn’t really matter if they can accomplish at least one of their tactics well. Because it’s so populated, I’ll try to be brief about these. Jinkster - Zooms around the tank with magic. Small and quick, has Fire like crazy so it can use both cannons. It’s small, so it’s unlikely to be knocked into the cannon by accident, but if it is, it does have the Infiltrate and sabotage tactic. With that, it’s very squishy and dies fast, but it’s also focused. It uses magic and targets specific areas. B+ tier.

Cactiball - Has “Fire like crazy”. Most Fire like crazy crew members are minimally slowed down when they’re holding ammo, Cactiball is not. Sometimes it will dance with maracas which is a plus. “Target their commander” is its other option. It struggles against The Wall, but once in, can do quite a bit of destruction, as it basically makes its entire body into an attack.

Gooshido - Steals ammo. Fun to use, but very squishy, dies quickly, and is bound to jump into enemy fire accidentally.

Big Daddy - Very fast, good at Infiltrate and sabotage. Can break down The Wall pretty quickly, and is really good at destroying the inside of the tank as well as fighting enemies. Other option is Keep baddies out, which we’ve discussed is terrible.

Hooly - Basically the same as Big Daddy, but with a smaller hurtbox and hitbox. Other option is firing himself out of a cannon… which does 15 damage. No thanks.

Mama Mia - She has Fire like crazy, which is good. Her other option is “Mum Missile”, where she charges up and then tells you to shoot her into a cannon, lol. At maximum charge, Mama Mia does 125 damage, which is big. But… she’s locked behind postgame, where you’ll likely have items that can do similar damage AND crew members doing other important things.

Wyrtle - Can Use the upper cannon or fire itself out of a cannon. When using the upper cannon, it’s pretty quick. When firing out of a cannon, it does thirty damage, which isn’t that good - but on the plus side, it has a little bit of super armor so it won’t immediately be knocked out of the sky. This would be really good if it wasn’t able to be accidentally knocked into the cannons, but for some reason, it can be.

Mischievous Mole - Can Use the upper cannon or Bring ammo. As fast as Wyrtle. When bringing ammo, it’s the third best.

Jailcat - Has “Fire like crazy” and “Infiltrate and sabotage”. It’s amazing at infiltrating, as it will always immediately jump over The Wall, completely bypassing it, and then attack the panel that controls it, thus allowing anyone else to come over. But at sabotaging? It’s really bad. It attacks slowly and dies quickly. Still, being able to bypass The Wall is more than a lot of Infiltrate and sabotage users can do. So basically it’s a good support member.

Dracky - Use upper or lower cannon. It’s not that much better than Swotsy, but it’s very cute and is trying its best. Points for cuteness put it in low B tier.

Platypunk - It has Fire like crazy and Infiltrate and sabotage. It really struggles to get past The Wall.

BEST IN CLASS: These are the best at what they do, and probably the best crew members in the game.

Goodybag - “Steal ammo” is its only ability. But god damn can it steal ammo. My wife and I created a competition between Goodybag, Gooshido, and Ghost. To do so, we stood in the upper room of our tank and allowed all three of them to act on their own, then we tallied each time one shot stolen ammo out of the tank. Here’s what that looked like: Goodybag: IIIIIIIII Gooshido: IIII Ghost: III …Yeah. Goodybag can instantly Zoom into the enemy tank, grab ammo extremely quickly, and carry it all the way back extremely quickly. It’s probably about as fast as one of the C tiers… while grabbing ammo from ANOTHER tank. It’s genuinely crazy. Not only that, but because Goodybag can Zoom into the other tank, you can use it to enter the enemy tank without worrying about The Wall. Goodybag will run away from Baddies, which can sometimes complicate its speed, but it also doesn’t die as easily as Gooshido and doesn’t risk being hit by enemy ammo. Of course, the effectiveness of Goodybag also depends on the ammo used by the enemy tank. Against powerful lategame enemies, Goodybag will be stealing Kafrizzles and Metal King Swords, but against early game enemies, it’ll be stealing pompoms. Also, if you’ve played Rocket Slime, you’ll understand that Goodybag isn’t exactly fun to recruit.

Killing Machine - Extremely fast movement and ammo-loading, which is made even faster if it gets hurt at all. It uses the upper cannon,but it can also Infiltrate and sabotage. Against the wall, it has average performance, it’s not great at it, but chances are if your Killing Machine makes it to the enemy tank, it’s because it was accidentally knocked into a cannon in the first place, so the wall isn't a huge issue. Not only that, but as far as “Keep baddies out”, Killing Machine is probably your best bet, even though that isn’t even one of its tactics. It will drop what it’s doing and defend your tank against stuff like invisible Ghosts, Dancing Flames, et cetera. It’s a case where an awesome design does awesome things, and ya love to see it.

Goosashi - Goosashi is interesting because he basically has three tactics. The two listed are “Goonin Ammo Strike” and “Goonin Bodyguard”. For Goonin Ammo Strike, it’s a unique ability that allows Goosashi to catch enemy ammo in the air if he’s thrown out of a cannon. A very cool ability that can really come in clutch if used well. Goonin Bodyguard is probably (?) the second best bodyguard skill after Bo’s, but as I’ve mentioned, the guard skills aren’t very good - though, it can be fun to use it at the end of the battle. What the game doesn’t tell you is that while Goonin Ammo Strike is selected, Goosashi will be set to “Fire like crazy”, and his speed and ammo-loading speed are very, very quick. So essentially what you have is a crew member that is by default, very good, but then has some pretty useful circumstantial abilities to boot.

Dancing Flame - Dancing Flame is THE Infiltrate and Sabotaguer… well, other than god. It can break down The Wall in a meager two attacks, barely any time at all, and then is quite good at combat and destruction once inside the enemy tank. If you want someone to Infiltrate and sabotage, Dancing Flame is your dude. Notably, like Hooly, Killing Machine and Big Daddy, the Dancing Flame has a higher movement speed than Rocket. The other tactic for Dancing Flame is bodyguard, once again, something that can be used at the end of battles to take down the core easier,... depending on your RNG, of course.

GOD: Reserved for the best team member in every way.

Hammerhood - I don’t know who on the Rocket Slime dev team just REALLY liked Hammerhood, but there was definitely someone like that. Hammerhood has “Fire like crazy”, where it moves very quickly and does not slow down when carrying ammo… but the crazy thing is, Hammerhood can hold TWO pieces of ammo at a time. Unlike Blubba, however, Hammerhood is just as quick-moving as the other top tiers! But it doesn’t stop there! Hammerhood’s other option is “Target their commander”. In this mode, he handles The Wall above average, and will start causing havoc. But the real kicker about Hammerhood is that when he is damaged a single time, possibly even by being accidentally (((or deliberately))) bumped into by Rocket, he will lose his hammer and go berserk, running towards the enemy ship, absolutely decimating The Wall, and being near unkillable inside. It runs around crying and flailing its arms, destroying everything in its path, be it panels or enemies. The only chance enemies have against it is to team up, and chances are by that point there will have been severe losses already. So basically, Hammerhood is the best cannon user and the best at causing destruction in the enemy tank. It’s just the best crew member. My wife theorized that Hammerhood would be able to hold three pieces of ammo… if it wasn’t already carrying its hammer. If you’ve played Rocket Slime but have never got around to trying out Hammerhood, I highly encourage it, or if this tier list has motivated you to try Rocket Slime, you know exactly who you need to collect 30 of. He can basically solo some fights.

#tumblr killed this post halfway through me making it so i had to retype all of it :d #dragon quest #dragon quest rocket slime #rocket slime #slime #hammerhood

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ninepentz · 9 months ago

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Missing toddler still hasn't been found-SOLVED

Updates!! 9/13/24 bottom

For some reason Tumblr has deleted my original blog post and all I'm left with is an audio file that might be confusing for some :( hopefully we can make it work tho. Everytime I try to add links to case discussions or articles, my blog deletes itself so I'll let you know key words instead.

Elijah Vue is still missing as of Feb 29th, 2024.

Fb support group/searchers for Elijah:

Look up "Find Elijah Vue Discussion", you can find most information and updates there.

Last seen chart 8AM

**Correction, Sun in the 12th semisquare moon in the 4th**

911 call 11AM:

Chart mapping of possible locations using 911 call important points:

Location on Google maps is 3900 mischicot Rd, two rivers Wisconsin.

The most recent update on this case is that the mother and caretaker for Elijah will have a preliminary hearing march 7th, so all we can do now is keep searching and wait until then.

I posted part 2 forensic reading for Elijah which you can find on my page. This is all I can do for now

***Also not in the audio but I noticed some similarities between Elijah's 911 chart and Prince Mcrees 911 chart

They both had moon in the 2nd house aspecting Neptune. For prince mcree moon-neptune were conjunct. And for Elijah moon-neptune were trining transit wise + his natal moon opposing transit neptune in the transit synastry reading. What I'm thinking since both moons were in the 2nd aspecting Neptune is maybe Elijah was discarded somewhere in a very nasty, filthy, hidden dump site where things are unseen, trashed, not taken care of. Basically something similar to what happened with Prince..bc I'm realizing that Neptune can have many meanings. It can be garbage, drugs, gases, bodies of water.. and 2nd house which is related to Taurus, is what we take, posses, own, buy, get paid, our values, most importantly imo is the taking/giving aspect, it's transactional. Like in Prince Mcrees chart for example, he was found in a dumpster near some businesses.. that shows me the 2nd house can be related to things like the dynamics of trash companies, NOT the trash specifically. More so the act of taking something.. So we pay taxes to have our trash cans picked up every week right? so that could be somewhat related to the 2nd house. The transactional part. Bc I remember I mentioned in Elijahs synastry read, that he could have been sold to someone but it could actually be either or. Neptune is in the 11th house tho so that is more tied to community, unlike princes Neptune which was in the 2nd. So that changes things a bit.. and since Elijahs 911 call moon was in cancer that also makes it different.

Idk I'm just trying to throw things out there bc honestly this case is very complicated/complex. Maybe it could mean that he was thrown in a bio hazard area, maybe the person responsible was freaking out about where to discard Elijah and put him in the 1st place that comes to mind when they think about children.. near a hospital or related to child birth, child care, nearby a home or something with obvious attachment to Elijah. It's like the person couldn't think clearly so they kinda made a bad decision to place Elijah in place where those who really knew him would easily find him.

OR if a stranger took him, we would have to think like a guilty stranger who has no kids whatsoever, what's the 1st thought you would have at hiding a body? Could be anywhere where children are or anything associated with children, bc their mind couldn't come up with something better.. it's like their fucked up conscious got the best of them. Hope that makes sense.

Most recent updates!

The remains of a child has been found located near a girl scout camp, they may or may not be elijahs remains. We will have to wait until testing is done. Wow. Just insane if that is poor little elijah.. ill be updating more here with any new details

New update as of 9/13/24:

Unfortunately, the remains have been confirmed to be elijah vues... may you rest in peace our sweet boy <3

Newest and final update as of 10/22/24:

Katrina baur charged with child neglect leading to death and jesse vang charged with repeated abuse causing death and hiding a body... how vile and evil!!! And to know that jesse vang had a tiktok trying so hard to portray himself as a funny, light hearted person, he even wrote a book about his life and struggles as if it's something he learned and overcame. He was a wolf in sheeps clothing. May they get the karma they deserve

To see the rest of my forensic astrology readings follow hashtag #forensicastrology <- no spaces

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#astrology #astrology transits #forensicastrology #criminalastrology #zodiac #missingperson #youtube #full moon #missing persons case #missingtoddler #SoundCloud

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sleekervae · 2 years ago

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Okay, this might be long...

hi guys. so... obviously a lot has gone down in the past 48 hours. I didn't want to make opinions/assumptions at first because I wanted to see what more information would come up. As sad and disappointing as this whole drama with palaye is, let's please, please, please remember to be respectful of one another on the internet. Let's not bully one another about opinions and let's also not get too sucked into things that may or may not be our business.

I as a writer portray my subjects the way that I interpret them and their personalities to the best of my abilities, but I don't know any of the members of palaye or what they're like irl. From the people I've talked with who have met them, they've had really positive experiences so this does go both ways. I'll just reiterate again: let's not be mean to each other, please? I'm also not saying let's sweep this under the rug bc some of the behaviour being exposed is def not okay from a group that some people look up to. They're also human, and humans can be shitty. The point, however, is (hopefully) we learn from that behaviour and (again, hopefully) not repeat it. And in some cases, in order to not repeat it, people need to be called out.

As for Emerson, needless to say I'm disappointed and I'm also really sad for Shy. I'm of the belief (currently) that Emerson isn't a groomer; I'm going to give him the benefit of the doubt. What there's no doubt about is that cheating is cheating no matter how you slice it. We watched it happen publicly about three or four times this past year.

That being said -- and this is just me taking the high road -- but please don't share the nudes around on the internet. Just don't do it, it's gross. It certainly wasn't okay when it happened to Percy White, and it's still not okay. And yes, I know there's a difference between what's happening with Emerson and what happened with Percy, but still; there's a fine line to walk here.

The internet has a really interesting effect of pouring more and more gasoline on the fire, no matter whether the context is positive or negative. I don't agree with how the guys handled it at first with twitter (but I'm also of the opinion that twitter is just an on-fire garbage can that needs to be taken out) and they should've handled this privately. But again, let's be respectful to one another. Whether some of us like it or not, palaye are going to forge ahead. For the fan drama, I hope the guys get a wake up call to smarten up. As for Emerson's drama, it's shitty I know but cheating doesn't necessarily constitute getting thrown out of a band. It happened with the Arctic Monkeys and they're still forging ahead, too.

I'm going to be taking a little break from The Neighbour (I know it sounds dumb coming from me 'cause I take month long breaks in between chapters), but I'm not going away forever. Palaye Royale has still played a major part in my life the past four years and has gotten me through a lot of trauma. I'll still be posting other content, and if anyone every wants to reach out and chat you're more than welcome to!

If you made it through this whole thing, than you deserve a cookie! I'm not going to promise that everything is going to be okay, but please remember to be kind to yourselves and one another. :)

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Also to add; I've read a lot of people complaining about Palaye's merch being delayed, not delivered, no replies to emails, etc. I've experienced trouble with it too and I don't think that Austin guy they put in charge is very organized. Maybe he's great at setting up merch tables but running an online store and business is another can of worms. Either he gets his shit together or they should put somebody else in charge of the online stuff.

#palaye royale #remington leith #emerson barrett #sebastian danzig #ona's opinions

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undervaluedagent · 2 years ago

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❌ dhmis

I don't have any problems with the show so I'm gonna rant about various things in the fandom. Putting it under a cut just in case.

Child Yellow Guy

This does not apply to everyone who headcanons Yellow to be a child or writes him as one, but I have seen some garbage. Some people just cannot write child characters, and end up instead of writing Yellow Guy, writing some random kid who doesn't have the traits I came to love Yellow for and is just some 4 year old who's not too bright. Also why would you even want him to be a child in this world anyways you're just making it worse for him lmao. Oh and the nuclear family-fication of the trio is just, eugh. Let them be unusual for God's sake!

There's an "odd one out" in the trio

(Ik there's usually an odd guy out within episodes, like Red in Transport or Yellow in Electricity, that's not what this is talking about.) This covers many things, whether it's "one of the guys is more or less real than the others," or any variation of "two of the guys have a stronger connection and the other is just there," all of it is just no. All three of the guys need to be on equal footing. They are all equally real or unreal (and Duck is NOT A FUCKING DOG). Red favors Yellow, Yellow favors Duck, Duck favors Red, they all still like their least favorite friend. There are three of them. Not one plus two, not two plus one. Three.

Yellow Guy x Claire the Spanner

I do not understand the appeal of this ship. At all. First off, Yellow Guy is aro. (<-Technically not canon but w/e). Secondly, their whole relationship is based off being a shallow work relationship. Claire wrote "Don't talk to me before I've had my lasagna" in Yellow's retirement card and also didn't care when he had an accident. Their relationship was entirely loveless. Plus, Yellow Guy was masking the whole time he was at the workplace, so even if Claire did actually love him, she would be loving some false version of Yellow. Their relationship isn't cute, it's hollow, and if someone's gonna write fanworks about it, I'd like to see how much it sucked during those 40 years.

I can't think of anything else to add rn, but I'll say more if I think of something.

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Charged and Uncharged Yellow Guy

They're the same damn person! Will edit this when I grab my other post abt it. Edit: here

#ask #ask game #me being a hater

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anulithots · 1 year ago

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What concept are you trying to convey?

Because stories are, in essence, metaphysical explorations of this weird and wonderous thing called existence, and at the heart of stories... are characters.

Shameless doll plug:

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-Basically: what do scenario do they think will give them happiness?

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Why do they want this dream so much? What does it mean to them? Why will this scenario give them happiness? What is this hidden that they are lacking?

For this, there's a handy little a pyramid. (Maslov's hierarchy of needs)

(Feel free to add to your practice prose, this is just to get a feel for how to write this character.)

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Here's the thing, characters would've reached this goal already if there was nothing holding them back, which is that viewpoint from the beginning.

Using our 'labels' example, let's name this character.... Xavier (peak edginess).

Okay, so what would be the worst outcome for Xavier based on this belief?

How about..... another who they deem as lesser outshining them.

Their underlying want is for respect and validation.

So Xavier would try desperately to flaunt the labels given to them, and prove they are more valuable than all they deem lesser. Constantly trying to outshine them.

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Backstory time!

(This helps with giving a character depth, and it makes them easier to write if you've seen all their pivotal moments.)

Tip: when did their worst fear come true? And how did their brain build up a belief system to keep them safe from this scenario from ever happening again?

Xavier stopped being friends with this person and left them all alone.

But at least Xavier wasn't bullied anymore, the crowd acknowledged their strengths (superficially). They didn't do that before, when Xavier was lumped with this other friend.

In a way, it was freeing.

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.... then you can write the first chapter ;p

I need everyone’s best character advice. STAT.

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firstaidspray · 10 months ago

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Birthday Countdown Revchase Snippets - Day 2

To celebrate Valentine's month as well as my birthday month, I'm going to post a snippet of Revchase every day until my birthday, using these prompts- there are 25 so it leads right up to my birthday!! I'm a bit behind bc it's been a few days into a month but here is the second:

2- Write about your ship helping each other to prepare a special meal.

Pairing: Robert Chase/Reverie (oc)

Media: House MD

Word Count: 1,367

Rating: T

CW: Nothing, just language

“This is stupid, I hate cooking. I truly, truly fucking hate cooking.”

Chase stifles a laugh when Reverie says this. She's barely even done a thing, yet she's angry. That's how much she hates cooking. Or, in this case, baking.

“Don't fuckin’ laugh!” Reverie says, trying to be serious but also avoiding a scoff. “I'm serious, this is dumb.”

Chase places his hand on her shoulder. “Babe, it's just a dozen chocolate chip cookies. What's the big deal?”

She throws her hands up. “It's for the stupid office Christmas party, and if I fuck it up, everyone is going to laugh at me. And I know I'll fuck it up because I. Hate. Cooking!!”

He can't help but laugh. “You can't be serious. Rev, it's an office Christmas party. It's that important to you?”

Nodding slowly, Reverie clenches her hands into fists. “Yes. I get mocked on the daily by House for shit that doesn't mean anything, but if I get made fun of for fucking up a batch of stupid goddamn cookies, I swear to God, Chase, I will break his nose.”

Chase nods, smirking at the thought of tiny, five foot one Reverie knocking House down over cookies of all things. But he understands why she'd react that way. This is special to her, so he's going to play along.

“Okay, okay. Look, you may not know this about me, but I'm actually decent at baking. Let me help you, let me make this special for you. At least take the stress of doing it by yourself away.”

He says this as he holds her shoulder, blue eyes locking with her near-black ones. The smile on his face is genuine, and as always, makes Reverie melt, so she gives in with a roll of the eyes and a reluctant smile.

“Alright. We gonna dump this first mix and start up a new one?” Reverie asks, taking the bowl and readying herself to toss it in the trash.

Chase shakes his head and takes the bowl back from her. “No, because you didn't actually do anything wrong. Put it back under the mixer.”

She looks shocked that there isn't a thing wrong with what she thought was a pile of garbage. “Really? I thought I–”

“Nope, put this in there,” Chase says, handing her a small cup of milk. “You just need a bit more of this. Now mix it again.”

Reverie nods and sets the bowl into place and flips on the mixer, then watches with Chase as the batter forms. He was right, it's beginning to look like real cookie dough.

“Okay, that's enough,” Chase announces as he turns off the mixer. “It looks good. You want to add the chocolate chips?”

This time, she looks excited to keep baking, and nods furiously. “Yep, I wanna do it! I hope everyone at PPTH likes a lot of chocolate in these cunts.”

Dumping practically all of the chocolate chips into the bowl, Reverie laughs to herself. “Heh, maybe this isn't so bad.”

A smile spreads on Chase's face. “I told you. Let's mix it up.”

The two both reach for the switch on the mixer at the same time, and turn to smile at each other as they turn it on. As the mixer spins, Reverie twirls on one foot and, in a swift motion, wraps her arms around Chase's shoulders.

“We should put on some music,” Chase suggests, catching her hips between his hands when she spins up to him, “if you're gonna dance like this. Must mean you're in a better mood.”

Reverie taps him on the tip of his nose. “Yep. I am. Only thanks to you.”

Chase smiles at this. “You're sweet. Like the batter that we're kind of neglecting.”

Hearing this, Reverie rushes over to the mixer and turns it off, inspecting the mixture in the bowl. She stares down at it, brows knit.

“Does it look okay?” Reverie asks.

Chase nods. “Yep.” He then pokes a finger into it, taking a chunk of dough with it, and pops it into his mouth. “Tastes better than okay, too.”

She sighs in relief. “Thank God. Okay, do we put them on the sheet to bake now?”

“You don't pay attention to recipes?” Chase asks playfully. “Yeah, let's do it. Let me put on some music first.”

As Chase heads over to the stereo and turns on Soundgarden's Superunknown, Reverie gets out a sheet for the cookies and a scoop, then sprays the sheet with non-stick coating. When he returns, he takes the bowl from the mixer stand and places it beside the sheet.

Reverie begins scooping out dough and dropping it onto the sheet in near-perfect spheres. Chase smiles as he watches her– the precision she brings to surgery translates even to baking. Once she's placed all the dough onto the sheet, she places it into the oven, closes the door, and turns on the timer.

“And now we wait,” Chase says, putting his hands back at Reverie’s sides, swaying them both to the music. “As long as we listen to the timer, they'll be fine.”

Reverie nods, playing with Chase's hair as her hands rest at the back of his head. “Okay. What do we do while we wait?”

He smiles. “This.”

“You know, I could turn this into an elaborate little ballet, if you really want to dance,” Reverie says, pulling away from Chase and grabbing him by the hand, twirling away and gesturing to him with a flourish.

Chase takes her hand tight in his and pulls Reverie close to his chest, spinning her in a circle as he does so. She falls into a fit of laughter and laces her hands together behind his neck again, returning to the simple swaying from before.

“Unfortunately, I don't have my pointe shoes with me today,” Chase replies sarcastically. “But if you want to do a little dance for me, well…I'm not opposed to that.”

Reverie rolls her eyes. “And unfortunately I don't have my platform heels with me today.”

With a scoff, Chase pulls her closer. “So not fair. They're in the closet and the bedroom is only a few feet away, you know.”

“Yeah, but…we need to watch the timer, remember?” She reminds him. “We can't get too distracted.”

“Oh, fine. I guess you're right.” He smiles and gives her a peck on the forehead.

As the cookies continue to bake, the pair continue to do their little dance in the kitchen, exhausting a quarter of the album before the timer beeps that the baked goods are ready. Funny enough, both of them look down at their waists instinctively, their brains having registered it as a pager.

“Don't forget oven mitts!” Chase calls after Reverie as she goes over to the counter.

Reverie shoots a glare his way. “You think I'm stupid or something? Fuck off,” she responds playfully.

Chase smirks as he watches Reverie slip on a pair of oven mitts and open up the oven. When she bends over to pull out the cookies, he gives her a light smack on the ass, startling her but not enough to drop anything.

“Fucker,” she snaps, though not seriously. She places the sheet on the counter and stands back to admire the fresh cookies. “How do they look?”

He stands next to her and takes one off the sheet, despite the temperature, and says, “Good. The question is, how do they taste?”

After making noises of complaint at the heat, Chase manages to chew and swallow the bite of the cookie he's taken, and smiles.

“Well?” Reverie asks, bouncing on her toes in anticipation.

Chase takes another bite, and says around it, “Even better than they look.”

“That's good,” Reverie replies, “because I am shocked at how damn good they do look.”

He offers her the rest of the cookie he's taken bites from, and Reverie takes it, nodding and smiling when she does.

“Everybody at that party is gonna be talking about these,” Chase says. “Only thing House can get on you for is being too good.”

Her smile widens. “Yeah. I still fucking hate cooking, by the way.”

“I know, Rev,” Chase responds, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I know.”

#my writing #birthday countdown revchase snippets #revchase #reverie #robert chase #x: gee angel

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ombreblossom · 4 years ago

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there sure have been some episodes of this damn podcast lately, huh?

#i'm still not functioning and it's almost a day later #and i've listened to it like 4 times lol #i love every single thing about this new episode folks #tma vague #it's the first five tags that get captured by tumblr's tag search system right?#i'm hoping so #i'll add some more garbage here just in case #doo de doo #bum bum #bumbumbumbum #for my own organizational purposes >>>#tma #tma spoilers #ombre talks

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whysojiminimnida · 2 years ago

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WELL I SEE IT'S TIME TO TALK TATTOOS AGAIN

Holy cats, hoes mad:

I just adore Black&White KM, don't you? Honestly, never yells at me no matter how often I steal their pics, they give out freebies at concerts, they're respectful -- if you're gonna make a living off photographing famous people, do it like they do. Honestly. So they're in Qatar doing their whole job and hoes losing their shit all over the internet, apparently, all because a certain JM is darker. STILL.

This is not a brand new development.

Y'ALL HE DID THIS MONTHS AGO WHY ARE WE JUST NOW FREAKING OUT ABOUT IT?

This is at LAST YEAR'S GRAMMYS Y'ALL:

And completely unedited, unretouched, the JM was darker enough then that I did a whole post about it.

I MEAN DAMN have we not gone over this, like, several times? (In case you're new to this house elf situation we have here, yes. YES WE HAVE.) We have talked about Jungkook's tattoos at GREAT LENGTH. Well, I have, as far back as a while ago, most recently along about here but also here and here and here and several other places. There is zero tag organization in this house, I don't know what else to tell you.

Anywho Jungkook's tats do not, as nearly as I can tell, mean this:

Because, like the nice graphic above says that I just edited, THIS IS FAN-MADE BULLSHIT. I dunno who made it but I suspect the addition of the J upset some folk enough to need to make JeiKei's motivation anything OTHER than Jimin. Because, as we know, he started out with his ink like this:

Yes, that is a pic someone ripped off. I don't like using it. But it's what we have, and it's years later, and it's been out there for a long time, don't shoot. But I have expounded more than once on why it makes NO SENSE to GO BACK LATER to add one letter to a near-complete hand piece. It doesn't. And that A is not, never has been, a V. In Korea you can go literally anywhere and see Samsung logos, Shilla hotel logos, and of course Jimin's dad's cafe' all using that stylized A with no crossbar.

And I think it's pretty clear what JK thinks the JM means. It means Jimin. Ji Min. JM. DUH. And just like his "rather be dead than cool / make hay while the sun shines" crossword ON HIS ARM, he has a crossword on his hand. A very obvious crossword. Who he loves is written for all of us to see: ARMY, and JM. And lest I forget about that crown:

It's THE SAME CROWN. Wanna go one better but likely utter fanfiction, you could even go heart-arrow-crown like so: 💜 > 👑... ... and make that story work. It actually makes more sense than one J for four people and four letters for three. But we're not here for that. Occam's Razor tells us that the simplest explanation is usually the correct one, and the simplest explanation is the one that's got bitches tearing their hair out. Because THEY KNOW. They KNOW that JM means Jimin, and they HATE IT. (And so what, to quote JeiKei directly. We're gonna talk about fan hate today, too, just... not in this post).

MEANWHILE JUNGKOOK is always showing us his hand, too, have you noticed? Ever since he got the tattoos, but I think more in the last year. It's gotten really pronounced since the PTD dates.

Jeon Jungkook does what Jeon Jungkook wants, and what he wants is for us to pick up what he's been throwing down since, oh, FOREVER but even more recently. Like, it's NOTICEABLE, the way he gets that tattoo in frame at every opportunity. I'll run out of image space before he runs out of ways to show us his touched-up hand.

Yeah. I think the fanmade bullshit has been exposed for what it is. Some of us have known it all along, but even if you're baby Army and you accidentally got stuck watching a lot of comic sans rainbow font youtube garbage (or got up on the wrong side of stan twt), there's no shame in that. I ain't even mad. I'm just happy you're here. Jeon-Park house elves, how we doin'?

#jungkook tattoo #jungkook tattoos #jeikei's tattoos #those damn hand tattoos again #here we go #jikook just jikooking nbd #must be 2022 in the jeon park house #hand tattoos #hand tattoos and ring placement #we didn't even talk about ring placement #jkjm #jmjk #kookmin #minggukie supremacy #jimin #jungkook #jeikei #jk #must be 2022 in qatar

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plain text: “We’re here to fight evil”

If "death rockers" My Chemical Romance say they're superheroes, then who is Blender to argue? We just don't remember Spider-man having so many problems with drink, drugs and swearing in front of kids. By Dorian Lynskey. Photography by Lego.

One day last August, Gerard Way boarded a plane to Japan with the gnawing conviction that he might not be coming back. Over the past year, the 27-year-old singer for the rock group My Chemical Romance had got it into his head that he had to be drunk to perform, and then needed Xanax to switch off his brain afterwards, and the combination was making him suicidally depressed. Way didn't like being suicidally depressed, so he'd often add cocaine to the mix. That's when his mood really got black. He spent the days before the flight saying goodbye to friends in New Jersey, just in case.

In Japan, Way spent all his time drunk. Before the final Tokyo show, he got so trashed on Heinekens and vodka tonics that he realized, even as he was performing, that he wouldn't be able to remember anything about it the next day. After he came off-stage he spent half an hour throwing up in a garbage can, until there was nothing coming up except bile. Tonight, he thought to himself, his hair caked with vomit, I've drunk my last drink.

"It was a vicious circle," he says matter-of-factly. "I needed it to function but it made me want to kill myself. It made me extremely unpredictable and dangerous to myself. I didn't want it to get to the point where it became like a VH1 Behind the Music where they show this really bad picture of me 30 pounds overweight, throwing up on the floor in Berlin. I didn't want that to happen to this band."

Way's cold-turkey flight back to the band's home of Belleville, New Jersey, was excruciating- almost 7,000 miles of skin-crawling, sweat-soaked willies. "I got really emotional outside the airport when we landed. I didn't know if I was going to see these guys again." He went straight to his therapist and booked into Alcoholics Anonymous, knowing that in the same week My Chemical Romance had to replace their drummer, film a video and start their tour. And you thought you'd had a hard week at work. "We got through the hard shit," says Way. "This is the easy part." /

Any fears last summer that My Chemical Romance were going to implode into obscurity were knocked flat by their swaggering teen-dysfunction anthem "I'm Not Okay (I Promise)." Inspired by the high school experiences of Way and his friends, it delivers angst-rock verities with a knowing wink, not to mention the kind of melody that ignites careers. The tongue-in-cheek video, filmed in the same L.A. high school as Donnie Darko, depicted MCR as proudly geeky misfits. It was a role that didn't require much rehearsal.

Way calls My Chemical Romance's music "death rock." Others have tagged it goth punk or emo. Some endearing individuals have overcome genre confusion by simply calling MCR faggots. "Our guitarist Frank met somebody who said, 'How do you feel when people stop liking your band because they find out you're gay?'" says Way, curling his lip with pointed amusement.

To the more meat-headed members of the Warped tour fraternity, some eyeliner and the occasional ambivalent lyric (in "You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison." Gerard sings "I'll kiss your lips again" to a male character) are too much to process, but Way hopes MCR can change a few minds.

"We've always tried to switch the way people think about rock bands," he says. "That [lyric] puts a dividing line between people. Are you on our side and you want to be different or are you on that side and you want to throw a football at my head?" Only a morbid former comic-book artist from blue-collar New lersey could have hatched a band as toughly unorthodox as My Chemical Romance. Gerard Way writes the songs with his bandmates— his bassist brother Mikey Way, guitarists Ray Toro and Frank Iero, and new drummer Bob Bryar— but the vision is all his. He illustrates the record sleeves and defines their image. Recently he chose matching shirts, ties and armbands for the band to wear in the video for "Helena," taking enormous care not to resemble (a) the Hives or (b) the Nazis.

Most important, he's the one who assembled the band back in late 2001, when September 11 iolted him out of his rut as a struggling illustrator. On their 2002 debut album, I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love, and last year's Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge, MCR voke the thunder of punk to the black humor of Morrissey, Nick Cave and Tom Waits. and blaze with purpose.

"There are bands that are in it for the wrong reason, polluting the airwaves and filling their own pockets." Gerard growls. "Or just saying, Oh I wanna be a rock star. Right. You've got a lot of kids following you. What are you saying to them?"

So what are MCR saying? He's ready for this one. "We're saying it's OK to be messed up. There's other people just like you. And if we stick together we'll get through this."

—

When Gerard was still working in comic books, his favorite creation was The Amazing Goffo Brothers, Piano Movers Extraordinaire. A black comedy set in a creepy, anonymous city, it was a metaphor for the relationship between him and his younger brother, Mikey.

Despite their age difference (Gerard is 27; Mikey is 24), the Way brothers wore matching outfits as children. Today, the Ways arrive at a Midtown Manhattan restaurant wearing identical black jackets, but that's the only visible similarity. With his blood-red tie, ink-black hair and snow-pale skin, Gerard looks part Jack White, part Edward Scissorhands, and sounds as if he's been hanging out at the Bada Bing! club. His stick-thin sibling, meanwhile, wears oblong-framed glasses and the kind of candy-striped wool hat favored by fourth-graders and fashion stylists. He has the most extraordinary laugh: a shrill, girlish giggle that causes waiters to turn their heads.

They grew up in the predominantly Italian-American town of Belleville, in Sopranos country— the Pizzaland restaurant glimpsed in the show's opening credits is a few blocks from the house they still live in with their auto-mechanic dad and hairdresser mom. In Jersey, says Gerard, "There's a 99% chance you're not going to do anything with your life." Mikey yelps with pretend outrage.

"Well, 90%, maybe," his brother concedes in a deadpan drawl. "Every time I come back to Jersey, it's ready to put its tentacles all over me and suck me right back in. If I'm home for more than three weeks, I forget I'm in a band. I start to fill out applications for supermarkets.”

Is there anything good about the Garden State?

"I think it gives you a bleak outlook on life, which is awesome," says Mikey, cackling. "It gives you an edge. When you're from Jersey, people act like you're from Rikers."

Gerard nods. "Sometimes all we have to do is get up there, make some feedback and say, 'Yeah we're from Noo Joisey,' and then hit 'em like a bomb. People are like, 'Hey, I don't want to get beat up!'"

After high school, Gerard studied art and Mikey drifted his way through college: "I thought college was a place you went to find people to be in a band with."

Sometimes they played in bands together, but Gerard was more committed to becoming an artist, which was proving to be a disheartening process. When he eventually quit, his big project was a magic cartoon chimp called Breakfast Monkey. "I was doing bullshit," he shrugs.

After September 11, Gerard wrote his first song, "Skylines and Turnstiles," and played it to an old friend, drummer Matt Pelissier. Pelissier knew a guitarist called Ray Toro. "They played me their one song / and I was jumping around the attic and headbanging," says Toro, a genial, frizzy-haired film buff with a caricature of Alfred Hitchcock tattooed on his left arm. "Gerard sounded really sincere about wanting to start something real. That's what made me excited."

The members of My Chemical Romance aren't especially weird— it's not like any of them collect skulls or serial-killer memorabilia— but they all grew up with reasons to feel like outsiders.

Toro was a shy kid with an overprotective mother. Instead of going out with friends, he'd stay at home playing guitar to Iimi Hendrix or Metallica. Guitarist Frank lero suffered from bronchitis and ear infections and was ill almost constantly until the fifth grade. He was raised by his mom after she split from his dad, a musician who worked on records by John Lennon and Kiss. "I'm in the family music industry," he says. "My dad would ask me how school was, but mostly it was, 'When are you going to start playing?'"

Jazz-trained drummer Bob Bryar was an Illinois kid "who took apart radios and stuff and then tried to put them back together and realized they didn't work." He has a dark sense of humor that can sometimes come off as surliness. "I get these urges to fuck off sometimes," he says. "I find it hard to entertain myself."

Bryar befriended the rest of the band in 2003, when he was a soundman for the Used, whom My Chemical Romance were supporting. When relations with Pelissier deteriorated, he stepped in. The new lineup had just two days to practice before their next tour.

"I haven't relaxed in a long time," sighs Iero. "I look forward to that. I'd like to take a step back and look at some newspaper clippings."

—

The next morning, the sky is the color of a dirty washbowl and it's being emptied on New Jersey. Brian Schechter, My Chemical Romance's manager, taps at his cellphone as he steers his car through the damp, gray streets to pick up the Ways. We collect Mikey first.

"Did you see that MTV.com head-line?" he asks, still wearing his striped hat. "MCR Aim for Smashing Pumpkins Status.' It was out of context, but it's OK. It makes people think it's possible."

The band's destination is Philadelphia's Theatre of Living Arts. A local radio station held a competition between high schools to raise the most food for homeless shelters, the prize being an exclusive My Chemical Romance show. Considering the audience will be as young as 13, some adjustments need to be made. "We should probably have a PG show tonight," says Schechter. "We didn't do a show for charity just for Gerard to call them a bunch of motherfuckers."

It's a forlorn hope. "Put your fucking hands together!" cries Gerard within minutes of stepping onstage. In a black-velvet suit, red tie and black armband, he struts across the stage, wagging his finger to the lyrics or spraying mouthfuls of water over the front rows, while his band compress punk, metal, goth and glam into furiously concise pop songs. When he introduces "Headfirst for Halos" as "a song about suicide," you can almost feel the ripples of concern from the adult chaperones lurking around the edges of the room.

However, even they can't resist tapping a toe to "I'm Not Okay (I Promise)." Last night MCR played it on The Late Show With David Letterman. Tonight they're playing it to a couple hundred Philadelphia high school kids. Letterman was a highlight of their career to date, but it's here that the song makes most sense. "I didn't do my usual thing, where I compare high school to prison," protests Gerard later, sucking on a cigarette in a dimly lit backstage office. He admits he can see how people might get the wrong idea about MCR. "Journalists usually portray us as a fucked-up, dark, vampire, alcoholic rock band. Until they meet us."

Although he's got the charisma and the goth pinup looks to be an angst-rock martyr, Gerard seems too grounded to play the feel-my-pain card. Maybe it's the Jersey in him. Even when he talks about his therapist (a "rad guy" who turned him on to Brian Eno), he's pragmatic.

"If you're in this band, you're in it for the right reasons," Gerard declares. "You're not in it for money or fame. You're in it to do some good. Becoming more popular, it's like people are granting us superpowers and we have to use them to fight evil."

Is that the comic books talking?

"Oh yeah," he says, his grin a pearly sliver in the gloom. "We're like the Doom Patrol."

—

You from Joisey? I'm from Joisey! My Chemical Romance are but the latest stars to emerge from the swamps of the garden state… By Steve Kandell Martha Stewart: What Exit? 150 (Garden State Parkway) Bada-Bing! The home-decorating wingpin learned everything about tea cozies and insider trading as a child in suburban Nutley. TELLTALE SIGN OF JERSEYNESS: Conspiracy? Obstruction of justice? Multiple indictments? You can take the girl outta Jersey, but… John Travolta: What Exit? 71 (Rt. 95) Bada-Bing! Don't let the Malibu estates and the Scientology mumbo jumbo fool you: Travolta's straight outta Englewood. TELLTALE SIGN OF JERSEYNESS: A lifetime of breathing toxic Jersey air prepared him well for The Boy in the Plastic Bubble. Aaron Burr: What Exit? 15 (NJ Turnpike) Bada-Bing! Thomas Jefferson's Newark born vice-president killed his archival Alexander Hamilton during a duel in Weehawken in 1804. TELLTALE SIGN OF JERSEYNESS: Only a veep from Essex County would handle a political beef Tony Soprano-style. Buzz Aldrin: What Exit? 148 (Garden State Parkway) Bada-Bing! The second man to set foot on the moon was born and raised in Montclair. TELLTALE SION OF JERSEYNESS: No one better illustrates the lengths to which some people will go just to escape N.J. Shaquille O'Neal: What Exit? 15 (NJ Turnpike) Bada-Bing! Before becoming the NBA's most dominant center and starring in Kazaam Shay grew up– way up– in Newark. TELLTALE SIGN OF JERSEYNESS: Shaq recently warned former teammate Kobe Bryant that charging the lane against him might result In physical unpleasantness. He sure didn't learn the art of the threat from playing in Orlando.

Photo captions: Makeup by Andie Markoe-Byrnes for Kiehl's. Left to right: Tank by Calvin Klein. Shirts by Nautica. Pants by Dickies. Boots by Dr. Martens. My Chemical Romance (left to right): Mikey Way, Ray Toro, Gerard Way, Frank Iero, Bob Bryer. "Just dial 1-800-CRAZY-CULT." My Chemical Romance are sponsored by Tie Rack. Martha with a present for her cellmate, "Big Irma." Aaron Burr. And that's his good side!

[transcription note: page breaks indicated by "/" and section brakes indicated by "—". Text on pages 92, 94, and 95.]

blender, april 2005

words: dorian lynskey photos: ray lego / ethan miller

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cirilee · 3 years ago

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Something I thought about: fantasy au!Megatron wrangling Dragonscream httyd-style. I had this idea that Megs first ordered to put a muzzle on Starscream when he was sleeping/unconscious, since it would be the easiest way to do that, but what if that wasn't the case? Just imagine Scream snapping or swiping at Megatron, and Megs's expression turns dark as he stomps closer with a muzzle clamp, grabs one of Scream's horns and yanks his head down before snapping a clamp on and (temporarily)sealing it shut with a spell and saying something like "I wrestled and killed beasts greater than you with only a hunting knife; keep that in mind." Man just plays his intimidation factor up to eleven to literally bully a dragon.

Also, Starscream probably can't reliably wear jewelry after he gets cursed – mostly things like bracelets, tight necklaces or rings, since he risks either losing them during a transformation or injuring his own fingers/wrists/neck. So, if he still has TC's ring and Wheeljack steals it later, there is a nice extra serving of angst – when Scream gets that ring back, he can't wear it either because he is a dragon or because he's got slightly bigger scaly hands with claws now and putting a ring on them and getting it off is a struggle(and he still risks messing up his hand in case of unforeseen transformation). So, Scream begrudgingly puts TC's ring on a chain or even a cord/lace because that's all that he had on hand, and adds "why couldn't you keep a better grip on the one and only remaining memento of your brother, you heartless bint? You can't even wear it now, you bloody monster" to his inner monologue.

And fluff, to balance that: horn jewelry. As in designed to be worn on horns – Wheeljack finds a horn band and once he realises what it is, he goes straight to Scream and says something like, "Hey, wanna see something beautiful? Get over here" and very gently makes Scream bow his head so he can fasten the band onto the horn. Maybe he even fumbles with it a little while Screamer kinda awkwardly stares at Wheeljack's chest. So, once the band is in place, Wheeljack lets Scream go and he immediately checks it out in the mirror; probably says something like "for a garbage rat, you have a good taste in jewelry.😤 If you rigged an explosive to it, I'll roast you like a goddamn kebab"

@neoncl0ckwork @the-shy-lonely-weirdo

oh i want to see drago scream decked out with horn jewelry now, that is so neat !!! But then, dragons with an innate instinct to hord treasure! so at some point something in Starscream clicks: he starts picking wheeljack up randomly, and just holding him, carrying him around. one night, when they go to sleep, he takes off his jewelry and starts putting it on wheeljack (even though its way too big for him X'D), decorating him wordlessly while jack quips "what are you up to, huh. these were gifts to you, remember?" and when starscream is finally satisfied with the way wheeljack looks,he curls around him, tail tucking him in tight, and already half asleep, he finally explains that he likes having his treasures in one convenient amalgam >w<

WJ, "i hope i'm more important to you than a trinket!"

SS, "you're the very diamond in the rough one might say"

Then shuts him up by curling his tail tighter around him, basically cuddling up to him, although he would call it "guarding his treasures" X'D

CUTENESS

#tf fantasy au

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a-vampire-culturelover · 2 years ago

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Gemini- Part: 2 to Earthshine

TW: A bit of gore, blood obviously, and vampire shit

A street market littered with few people, some on their way home to their cozy den, house, or other, and some staying for the night shift, some citizens of Ooo were nocturnal after all..

Especially a certain ancient vampire and a freshly turned vampire cat, Garbage. Scanning from the shadows for the perfect morsel for the hungry fledgling, who was practically drooling at the thought of eating, his empty stomach aching for the taste of that warm, red substance.

"So, how does this work Moon? Don't I just go up to a house, ask 'may I come in?' and then get 'em that way?" garbage asked, getting a wheezing laugh from the shorter, leaning on the wall of the shady alley like what he said wasn't serious.

"You're serious?.." She added, giving a 'tsk', and shaking her head like she was disappointed.

"You have much to learn for a young vampire. The old ways were what led to our kind being killed off, and no matter how much my brother Hierophant wants to go back to those days, it's clear now those ways have no place here in..Ooo, was it now?" Moon spoke, mentioning someone Garbage had no idea of.

"Hierophant? like an elephant or something?" He asked.

"The fuck is an elephant?"

"Nevermind. Who's Hierophant? You're brother? I didn't know there were more of you!" Garbage asked, bouncing around like a excited puppy. Moon gave a look to the ground, pondering whether to tell the fledgling about the others. She did not want to put their lives, Empress's, at risk after all. They needed to keep a low profile in case Marceline attempted to stake them back to oblivion again.

"Hierophant is..my brother. A shapeshifting vampire to be specific. Sometimes I play little pranks on him, both before and now. I'll never forget that stupid look on his face when I summoned that eldritch horror. Theres the Fool, I've mentioned he's a bit similar to you, although no doubt you're a lot more...spontaneous than him. At least his sense of wardrobe was much better taste than yours(ay!). There's The Vampire King, but he's off trying to make amends with the one who staked us in the past and make sure we don't end up dead again, he's very protective of us. Maybe a bit too protective if I must add. And then there's Empress, the prettiest, yet most hypnotic vampire I, you would ever see. We're..very good friends." Moon spoke, blushing at that last bit, hinting to some..feelings she had for her friend Empress.

Wow, this short little gremlin lady sure did enjoy mentioning Empress. 'Lol, What are they girlfriends' his thoughts teased.

"Vampire King, Empress, Hierophant..You said hypnosis? *gasp* can I hypnotize people and make them do dumb stuff?"

"Pfft, no. Only Empress can. If you were turned by her maybe, but no. Instead I believe you may have inherited some of my abilities, self-healing for example." Ah, so that explained why she healed after he accidentally impaled her those few times. He'd be sure to do some wack dangerous stunts to test that out >:].

A grumbling stomach interrupted his thoughts of doing backflips on monsters, alerting him to the enticing smell of blood from all the pulsing little mortals still in the streets.

"But I don't wannnaaa eat someone. :("

"Do it, Pussy."

"Ay Im not a pussy >:[."

"Well then lure someone into the alley and drink their blood, bitch."

"I'll tell you how to really hunt like a vampire, not the old ways of course. Unless your that admandant on it then." She whispered to him from the shadows on how lure a mortal into the lone alleys, giving advice on where to strike and just how long to drink, being a bit morbid when she described the feeding process. 'Eh, crazy people be crazy people.'

A lone bear wearing a loose sleep shirt headed their way, humming a small tune as he passed the alley. A small, luminescent, light blue orb enticed him to investigate, two vampires hiding in plain sight as he looked closer and as the pearls began to stalk down the alley farther.

'Here goes nothing', he thought to himself as he slept from his hiding spot and let instincts guide him, fangs drifting into the position of the bear's neck and almost instantly killing them. Hmm, blood had this weird, but enriching flavor to it. Like the milkshakes his adoptive mother would make when she had the time off work from the apothecary shop.

Suddenly, it was like he was floating. Holy shit, he didn't want this to end..frothing at the mouth, the red, pulsing liquid drenching his shirt, mouth, and fangs ended, no longer flooding into his mouth. Giving a soft little growl, he bit more into the skin of his prey, not wanting the floating feeling from his dinner to leave him. Bits and pieces of skin and bone flew in the carnage, Moon looking almost impressed by his bloodlust as she pulled out a recorder and began filming the demolishing of the poor soul's body. Finally, Garbage was no longer high off of the blood, now panting, tired now that he was finished, and looked to see the mess of the body below him.

"WHAT THE FU-"

And afterwards, he watched the little "snuff film" that Moon had made of his first feeding, cooing and praising him like a proud mother, something he hadn't been giving since the days before his exile from Wizard City at 10.

"Garbage what the fuck are you doing in an alley with a short woman and covered in gore?" A new voice asked, a tired looking Eustace peering down the alley.

"Oh hey Eust! We were just watching this thing my friend Moon here made of me mauling a body to shreds! Also im a vampire now, so next time invite me in when I visit Bug and Geraldine :)." Garbage excitedly told his best friend, trying to keep Moon far away from him.

"Oh great now I got more things to worry about. Whatever, you gotta come back home, Geraldine said she saw blood back where you said you were going before, and there's been some rumors that something dangerous has been wandering outside, so its best you come back."

"But-"

"No buts, I don't care if your some bloodsucker now you're coming home. We'll deal with this shit later."

"Can I at least visit Moon every now and then?"

"Yeah sure whatever. Im tired and want to go home and get to bed, You can stay in the attic if that's fine." Eustace said in a rushed tone, dragging Garbage with him. He'd make sure he'd see her again.

#adventure time ocs #adventure time stakes #adventure time moon #adventure time the moon

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"shit, i didn't even think about that. you came here alone." friends were important in general, but especially to him. friends were, ultimately, the reason he had his magic... while also being the reason he had to leave home and find a place to start over again. friends were everything to him. he might have been a bit too eager to add more to his roster but, well, no one liked being alone. "i can always help you sometime, if you want. to try and find your friends that weren't mortal-- and i can even try and help you find information about your mortal friends in case, somehow, their lives or records got written down somewhere. for closure or something-- but, yeah, we are definitely friends now." offering the other a soft smile, he then found himself shaking his head as another easy laugh rolled out of him. "dude. a kick between the legs isn't supposed to be honorable, it's supposed to be as disrespectful as the action that earned it... plus, in today's age people don't really do the whole proper fight thing. you call someone a name, they throw a drink, you throw a punch, they pull your hair... it's all very chaotic and not formal at all."

"a fossil is basically uh... a relic from the past, preserved in time, that gives us modern folks an idea of what the world was like before we came around and fucked it up. don't focus on the fossil part," he teased, "just focus on the part where i said you looked good."

"anders. dude. you can not be using soap operas as your lessons for how to behave in this time. you are going to turn into one melodramatic wreck if you base your behavior off of those shows. i mean, i'll be in your corner screaming and cheering and supporting whatever you do, but there is way better shows for you to watch for referrences. like desperate housewives, one of the best series ever created, or the real housewives reality tv series that was basically modeled after that one." he laughed, purposefully picking more garbage for anders to watch for the mere humor of it.

"since this place isn't opening yet, and i don't feel like waiting... want to head back to my place with me? i normally go to sleep at this hour and waste the day but, whatever, i can make you some coffee my way and we can watch a movie or something if you want..."

"Oh well I don't mind that. Friends are nice. Especially when all my other friends are stuck in the past. Maybe some are still alive though...well the like not mortal ones." Anders said thinking about it really, he should be more sad, and perhaps in his private time he would be able to process it all and mourn. At the suggestion to kick someone between he legs Anders' brow furrowed. "That's very dishonorable. Especially when I am capable of fighting them properly."

Anders smiled brightly and struck a pose like he had seen on television. "I have no idea what a fossil is but thank you. I think. I appreciate it." Anders pulled out his phone and clumsily unlocked it, pulling up the app he watched videos on. "How to videos. Lots of soap operas so I can learn how to act in this time. Movies. Cop shows. Um I wasn't certainly it was important to tell you? I also assumed people just. Knew." For the most part people understood that he was a time traveler after the first string of dumb questions he spouted off.

#draconic-anders #th. anders x iain

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xxisxxisxxis · 4 years ago

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Gateway Drug | Part Eighty-Five [PT. 1]

Part Eighty-Five [PT. 2]

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NIKKI

My lawyer looks completely unimpressed with my lack of shoes, shirt, and dignity as he leans back in his chair behind his desk, rubbing his temples.

"It doesn't work like that, Nikki, I'm afraid." He informs me finally, sitting up and leaning forward to rest his elbows on his desk.

"I was declared dead for two minutes. I died. My wife's technically a widow."

"You can't annul a four year marriage on the basis of 'I died for two minutes.' Some cases of actual death, it can take an act of congress for widow or widower to have an annulment for a marriage where their spouse is no longer alive, legitimately." He explains and I roll my eyes.

"So, what, I just get some divorce papers or something?"

"Unless I declare mental incapacity given that you went through a traumatic series of events within the last twenty-four hours and this could possibly be a very serious lapse in judgement." He argues and I stare at him.

"Stop pulling my dick."

"I'm not 'pulling your dick.' I just don't want you to make this decision and then regret it when your head clears."

I managed to wear him down and by the next morning, he left the papers by Tommy's door after Vince mentioned to me that Viv stayed over there with Tommy and Heather.

When I get home, Karen opens the door and looks at me, wide eyed and confused.

"H-Hey?" She says as I push past her and go to the phone, opting to change my answering machine.

"Hey, it's Nikki." I say. "I'm not here because I'm dead."

Karen just looks at me, astounded, and I go to my room, slamming the door.

I was good and tired and glutton for punishment because I got home that night and loaded up the biggest shot of smack I could muster and pulled the trigger.

I wake up with a sharp pain in the crook of my arm, a needle still in my skin as blood trails my forearm to collect in my palm...Jesus fucking Christ, I've officially lost it.

I take the needle out and force myself up to trudge to the living room to check my messages.

Things like, "You're an asshole," and "that's not funny," tend to be the common theme.

I guess I need to change my answering machine.

I comb through to see if I have anything from Viv.

Now would be a good time to hear her bitch me out for almost making her kill herself--because, lets face it, she's gonna blame it on me, anyway.

Nothing's found, though.

"Fuck, Vivian." I sigh out, sitting on the carpet in the living room, rubbing my forehead as a new message comes on…

"You fucker, you would be the one to fucking OD and die and then get up right after and file for divorce as if she doesn't have enough shit going on, already."

I furrow my brows at the voice.

"Axl the Twat?" I say aloud, confused, as he finishes with, "fuck you, you fucking fuck."

He hangs up and I raise my brows.

Did I die and wake up in a parallel universe? Axl defending Vivian?

Is this hell?

It cuts to the last message.

"Hey, umm...I don't know if you'll get this or not or if…" Vanity. "...I don't know what's going on but I heard something terrible on the radio and I suppose it was true--well, kind of, um…" she sighs. "We're not together anymore and I get that I just hope you're o--"

"Fuck that." I grumble, hitting delete.

I fall back and I look up at myself.

It's fucked that I bought this fucking house for Viv, and she's not even staying in it anymore.

I feel like I promised her so much and haven't given a damn thing to her except reasons to want to throw herself off of balconies.

I look down at my arm, dried blood still on my skin.

I'm fucking tired of this shit.

I let my complete exhaustion of being sick fuel me to dig through everything I own and throw out all of my rigs, any other drugs in my path, and even pour everything to get drunk off of down the sink--even the fucking cooking-wine.

Vivian's somewhere catching the holy spirit, probably, just sensing I'm finally fucking done.

Or she's somewhere in tears over me finally taking the final step to end our relationship.

I feel like it's dead in every way aside from legal.

Whisky's laying by the door, whining when I step over him to go throw the big garbage bag out.

I'd get down there and whine for her, too, but I know this is what needs to be done.

Our entire relationship has just been one giant clusterfuck, and I don't want to put her through the bullshit of having to try to forgive me and trust me, again.

I think I've already stolen enough of her peace of mind.

She'll be happier with Duff, anyway. He's a good guy. A hell of a lot more suited for her than I am.

My hand rubs the back of my neck and I realize I'm still wearing the small crucifix of her's.

I'm tempted not to give it back.

I just sigh and throw the trash out and get back in the house, getting in the shower.

When I get out, I ruffle a towel through my hair, seeing the light blinking on my answering machine.

I go over and try to keep myself from getting too excited at the thought of it being Viv before I hit play on my messages.

"Nikki, it's Doc. I know you feel like horseshit right about now but I need you to come down to the office at 5:00p.m., we're getting you guys together because we need to talk. See you then--preferebly kinda sober and coherent."

Turns out I'll have my ass chewed by Doc before Viv, after all.

I know he came down to the hospital and tore Slash and the guys new ones while I was unconscious.

I'm digging in my garbage for a couple pills to dull down my future shakes that I just know are gonna be coming before sundown.

Despite being not in shape to fucking drive anywhere, I still go because I know if I don't go, Doc will come here and I don't need him here.

It's morbid walking into the office to see Vince, Tommy, and Mick sitting and waiting for me while Doc sits behind his desk.

"Fuck me." I complain out loud, dreading what Doc's about to go on about.

"Sit." Doc tells me and I plop down beside Tommy, sighing, and Doc waits a minute before saying, "I canceled the European tour."

"What?" Vince asks and Mick furrows his brows.

"What the fuck, Doc--"

"--Shut the fuck up and listen." He cuts me off while Tommy nervously shakes his leg. "If you bastards go to Europe, one of you will come back in a body bag. And I'm not gonna be the fucking manager that runs Mötley Crüe into the ground." He states harshly.

"That's a fucking first." I laugh out, meanly, and Doc glares at me. "Guess dead rockstars don't make as much money as alive ones, huh? I coulda told ya that after Razzle--"

"--Nikki." Mick states.

"Where's my wife?" I snap next.

"Oh, the one you so stupidly filed for divorce from without giving me a heads up first? Probably with her friends that haven't put her through the ringer and fucked her over time and time again." He states.

"I didn't know I needed permission to make decisions in my personal life--that have nothing to do with Mötley Crüe."

"Are you two just gonna argue or are we gonna actually talk about why we're here because I have things to do." Vince grumbles.

"Tommy came to me and told me he's thinking about rehab." Doc tells us and I glance at Tommy, who's avoiding looking at anybody. "I'm not taking Mötley Crüe on tour again, in a studio, whatever, until you guys get your act together."

We all look at each other, exhaling, and I rub my lips together.

"Fine." Vince sighs, and Doc looks at Tommy.

He nods.

"Nikki?" Doc asks and I just stare at him.

The guys are gone in a few minutes, leaving just me and Doc and I stand up.

"I wanna see Viv." I tell Doc as he digs through some files, and he looks up and blinks from behind his desk,

"She said she's not seeing you until you get help." Doc states.

"She says that but I bet I could find her tonight and still get her under me in less than three minutes."

"Assuming she's not still under Duff." Doc says and I tense up. "You think I didn't notice how questionably close they got on tour?" He adds.

"She's going through a crisis." I reply.

"Can't imagine why." He mumbles.

"Just tell me where she's at, Doc." I snap.

"You look like shit. You need to go home and get some fuckin' rest because you're all checking in tomorrow afternoon." He adds.

"I'm not going anywhere until I see my wife."

"You mean the wife you filed for divorce from?" He questions and I roll my jaw. "Your wife is resting. You should, too."

1981

I fumble for my key to the apartment, cussing under my breath when I can't get the door opened.

"Motherfucker." I hiss, finally getting it unlocked and shoving it open…

I slam it shut and toss my keys across the room, hearing Tommy and Vince's room door creak open.

Vivian crosses her arms, a scowl on her face, her hair tousled from sleep.

"Could you be any louder?" She snaps, shutting the door behind her, going to the kitchen.

My eyes run up and down her long legs as she heads that way, only in one of Tommy's t-shirts and panties.

Fuck. Me.

I go to grab the bottle of Jack on the counter, taking a sip as she gulps some water down, a droplet escaping the glass as she drinks, rolling down her chin to her neck and I watch it, my burning throat getting dry as I try to pull myself together, my prick starting to push against my pants.

Damnit.

It's like the sane part of myself is trying to slap the hopelessly horny part of me.

She's fucking evil, dude, fuck off, I tell myself.

She's hot.

You hate each other.

I wonder what weird shit she's into in bed.

She's a bitch. You know she's a bitch. Leave her alone.

Oh, I forgot she's supposedly a virgin.

Go to bed, dumbfuck. GO TO BED.

That means I get to watch her experience stuff for the first time.

I end up chuckling, amused at the thought of seeing her pretty eyes roll in her head as pleasure bombards her for the first time.

"What?" She snaps, and I realize I've been staring at her.

I'm about to answer until I get caught up at the sight of her nipples peering through her shirt...fuck me.

"Nikki," she shoves at my shoulder, making me take my eyes off of her chest.

She just scoffs.

"Go touch yourself in the bathroom or something. Jesus." She puts the glass down and walks past me to go back to Tommy's room.

See? Evil.

I ignore the voice of reason and I catch her wrist and stop her, yanking her closer to me.

She looks like a deer in headlights for a minute before I'm grabbing at her hair closest to her neck and pulling her to me, kissing her.

It's a pretty clean kiss, no tongue, no mess, just testing the waters.

She doesn't push me away or beat me up like I always thought she would do, instead, when I pull away for a moment, she takes a breath, wide eyed, before grabbing me by my jacket, pulling me back in.

I'm surprised but I don't let it get in the way, taking lead a little to guide her.

For someone who's never been kissed before (again, allegedly) she's not awful at it like I expected--well, I didn't expect her to be awful because she's never kissed anybody, I expected her to be awful because she's so mean to me.

Her hands push my jacket off my shoulders and I push my tongue past her lips, coaxing a quiet moan from her.

Holy shit.

My hands go to her ass and she grasps at my hair as I pick her up, her legs wrapping around me.

Just to see if we're on a standard starting basis of common interests, I lift one of my hands and bring it back down, not too hard, but hard enough, and she hums, fucking biting my bottom lip and grinding into me a couple times.

I have to keep from creaming my pants just by her moving against me.

You're being stupid, I tell myself, but I can't bring myself to leave her alone now.

She's been the forbidden fruit or whatever for months now and I just gotta have it.

I take her to my room and kick the door shut with my foot, taking her to the shitty mattress on the floor.

I drop her onto it, seeing her in the glow of streetlights.

"Take your shirt off." I say, lowly, and she rubs her lips together and slowly pulls it over her head, her bare chest exposed and my dick's practically throbbing at this point.

I take her crucifix in my hand, and she looks down at it as I lick my lips.

She unfastens it and throws it aside.

I lean down and kiss her again, trailing down her neck, my tongue against her skin and she gasps out a sharp breath, her hands pulling at my shirt.

I take it off and she's sitting up and running her palms over my shoulders, down my chest, and I grasp her around her throat, pushing her back to the mattress and I feel a little shiver go up her spine.

My tongue circles one of her nipples and she lets out bated breaths as I take it between my teeth.

She moans, loudly, and I move my hand to her mouth.

"Shh!" I say. "You're gonna wake them up." I add and she nods.

I do the same to her other breast, with my hand over her mouth, but then I get an idea.

A glorious, completely selfish idea.

I take my hand off of her mouth and smirk before kissing the middle of her chest, one of her top ribs, biting into it, hard, making her scratch at my shoulder while covering her own mouth as a sharp moan is forced from her.

I run my tongue over the bite mark and continue down her stomach, stopping at the top of her panties, glancing at her.

She's still breathing heavy, hands covering her chest, tilting her head to see me.

I run my hand over her clothed core, a little noise coming from her throat, feeling a big wet spot over her cunt.

She lifts her hips and starts pulling them down and I take them and discard them, running my fingertips up the inside of her thigh before I rub my thumb around her clit that's slickened wet.

Her hands jolt to mine between her legs, her back arching, trying her hardest not to be loud.

I tug her to the edge of the mattress, and grab one of her hands, replacing mine with it before I'm looming over her for a moment. "Touch yourself." I tell her, my lips brushing against hers and I can tell she's blushing under the dark of the room. "C'mon, it's hot, just do what feels good." I add, my lips pressing against hers for a moment before I feel her hand move, a delicate gasp coming from her and I pull my lips from hers to watch her face.

Her eyes close, her head tilts back while her other hand tangles in her hair.

I stand up to take my pants off, grabbing at my painfully hard cock when she bucks her hips against her frail fingers.

"Nikki," she says, eyes still shut, head back, and I rub my hands down my face.

We haven't even fucked yet and I can already tell she's gonna make me a fucking idiot.

I get my pants off and run my thumb over my tip and get some precum on it, leaning down and holding it up to her lips.

"Hold your tongue out," I tell her and she opens her eyes and looks at me, before doing as I say.

The pad of my thumb rubs it over her tongue and she lets out a satisfied sigh, looking up at me as I lick her spit off my thumb.

I get back up on my feet for a moment and she gets up and crawls to the foot of the bed, her eyes on my prick, hunger in her eyes…

Nice try, evil bitch, you're not stealing my soul by sucking it through my dick.

I grab her hair and make her look at me.

"Lay down." I tell her and doesn't argue, eyes still ravenous…

I kiss up her kneecap to her thigh, sliding up and up until--

"Oh, fuck!" She whimpers out when my tongue swirls her clit around, getting the first taste of Saint Viv.

My eyes are the ones to roll back, now.

Holy shit.

It's good because she's Satan and needs something to trap you with, that little voice comes back.

Her hands find my hair, her lips find my name and if I don't get ahold of myself, I'll be finding God based on this experience alone.

Apparently she's finding him right now because all she can muster out is, "oh, God."

I find a good rhythm with my tongue, her pussy starting to grind against my face as teasing, little sultry moans flutter through the room.

After a minute I feel her body tense up, and I pat myself on the back as she comes, my tongue lapping at her entrance to get drunk off of her, my hands running over her stomach and thighs.

Vivian claims we just went right into sex without doing anything aside from making out before hand but I distinctly remember going down on her. She must've blacked out once she realized we were about to fool around or something but I remember that happening because it was something I'd dreamed up doing ever since I met her, creepy but honest.

I pry myself from her to grab a rubber behind the head of the mattress, the both of us pulling ourselves up there.

I get it on and turn over, getting on top of her.

She's already hooking her legs around me before I even line myself up with her.

She looks like she's high or drunk, eyes nearly shut, her lip between her teeth, her head tilted slightly, exposing her neck.

I lean down and kiss her neck, her skin damp with sweat and she sighs.

I rub my tip against her opening and she closes her eyes.

I push into her, having to coach myself through because fuck her pussy is tight, and she winces, her mouth opening but nothing coming out. I'm about to ask her if she's alright when she speaks first.

"Take it off." She tells me.

"What?"

"The condom, take it off."

"Are you trying to trap me or something?" I snap at her.

"I wanna feel you." She tells me softly, and I guess it's kinda sweet, or primal, whatever.

I pull out of her and take the condom off, dropping it by the bed before I'm pushing back into her.

We both moan, and I can feel her body stretching to accommodate my entrance, her face showing pain.

I pullout again, but before I can get out completely, she pulls me back in with her legs, letting out a high pitched breath.

More of her juices coat over my cock.

"Fuck, Vivian," I say it, thrusting into her again and she wraps her arms around my back, hugging me to her, and my lips find hers as I push into her again, and again, roughly, the feeling of heaven washing over me each time I go back inside her.

I make her take every inch, forcing myself to fit the last inch and a half despite her body not having room, and she writhes underneath me.

"I think I'm bleeding." She tells me breathlessly and I think she wants me to back off or get off her, but when I go to, she says, "No, keep going, it feels good."

The look on her face is a clear indication that she's into it.

I'm kind of shocked that churchy Vivian is into the same shit I'm into, and I grab her throat, again, and kiss her, our tongues moving together.

"I wanna get on top next." She tells me through moans.

"Why?" I ask.

"I wanna see it." She says and I furrow my brows for a second before I catch on.

I'm rolling off of her and onto my back, my hands running up her thighs and waist when she gets on top of me, and I grab myself as she straddles me, pushing it against her before my hands pull her down onto me.

She screws her eyes shut, as she sinks down to the hilt, her thighs shaking, and I hit her ass cheek as hard as I can and she gets so tight around me I can't pull out until she relaxes.

"You can't do that shit." I tell her harshly, biting back my urge to go ahead and come, and she relaxes a little more as my hands hold at her waist, guiding her movements since she's never done this before.

"Does it feel good?" I ask her, her little moans and whimpers getting me even more hot and bothered.

"Yes," she nods, tipping her head back. "So good."

I look between us, clear view of her pussy taking it, and I sigh.

"It looks good, too." I tell her and she leans down over me, her forehead against my chest as she watches me fuck her for a moment before looking at me, kissing me sloppily, her chest pressing against mine making her sigh when her nipples brush against my skin.

When she pulls away, I'm sticking two fingers in her mouth, taking her by surprise but she starts sucking on them in a second, and I force them down her throat, making her gag, as I start pounding into her, making her nearly shriek out but I gag her with my hand around her throat.

"You're so pretty." I tell her, spit all down her chin from choking on my fingers, eyes nearly shut, my hand around her throat, and I glance down between us, licking my lips. "That pussy's pretty, too." I add and she cries out when my other hand starts rubbing at her clit.

I take my hand from her throat and she gasps for air.

"Nikki, I'm--"

She can't finish.

I roll onto her again, getting on my knees and lift her hips, continuing to hammer into her roughly and her eyes go to the back of her head, as her cum soaks the both of us.

Why the fuck didn't she tell me she can come like that?

I feel myself reaching my own end and go to pull out but she tugs me onto her, kissing me, her legs snaking around me.

At first I don't think she realizes I'm about to blow my kids everywhere, then when I try to pullout, she says, "do it in me, I've heard it feels good."

I look at her like she's crazy because it's something I'd never expect her to say.

"Please, Nikki, let me have it."

I don't have time to argue because I'm finishing with a grunt and a satisfied smile at the sight of tears of pleasure in her eyes before her lids screw shut, her mouth open as a moan leaves her, her body sparking off with shivers.

I let her have it.

"You're a slut." I tell her, thrusting into her a couple more times and she hums at my words.

"Shut up." She says next and I kiss her one last time before rolling off of her.

She pulls the covers over her chest and closes her eyes, tired, and I watch her for a moment.

Okay, she may not be a slut, but I know she's gonna be able to get away with murder and I'm gonna let her because she's fucking Vivian.

I ran myself into my own grave, but heroin and Vivian were major catalysts, but I know I was a catalyst for her own rock bottom, too. We were just too fucking young to know better, I guess. We fell in love and got hooked on playing house without actually stopping to think what all it would look like. Of course, neither of us expected me to be on smack, neither of us expected me to reach the level of stupidity that I reached with Vanity, and neither of us expected her to be conceiving a lovechild while I was next door dying, and I certainly didn't expect to file for divorce first, if at all. I remember that first night together in that shitty apartment got me hooked on her. Not just sex, I actually started listening to what she had to say after that, and wanting to have conversations, and hangout...I fell in love and she made it easy for me to. It was like boiling a frog. Things got worse and worse slowly overtime until BAM! I had Vanity, crack, and junk, and Vivian had Duff and a secret savings account she didn't think our lawyer would get record of. I was pissed, but I knew it was my fault.

All of it was.

I had promised her the world and instead stole everything from her like a life-sucking demon.

She wasn't the evil, manipulative bitch.

I was.

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