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glassmarcus · 11 months ago

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I’ve spent hundreds of dollars on Sonic Unleashed at this point

*The following is a culmination of playthroughs from 2008 to 2023

When I first played Sonic Unleashed, I didn’t know there was a major difference between the console ports. I didn’t have a Playstation 3 or Xbox 360 at the time so I bought it for the Nintendo Wii. I knew that this was the game where Sonic ran faster than he’s ever ran before, and when I started playing it, that fact was true (unless you’re a freak and used Speed Break in Sonic and the Secret Rings). Sonic does run extremely fast in both versions so nothing seemed awry. I played it, had a great time, but only afterwards did I realize something was off. The level I saw in the first trailer of the game was nowhere to be found in my playthrough. I did some digging and learned that the Wii/PlayStation 2 version wasn’t just a sacrifice in graphics, but an entirely different game created by Dimps, the developers of the portable Sonic the Hedgehog games. I was interested to know what I was missing, so years later, I bought the game again, this time for the Playstation 3 that I at last owned.

This High Definition version of Unleashed developed by Sonic Team themselves was somewhat disappointing. I heard from everyone that it was the superior game, but it just wasn’t hitting the same. I thought it was bias. I truly thought that because Sonic UnWiished was the first version I played, that I was always going to prefer it. That was my theory anyway. But we are now ten years removed from the first time I played Sonic UnleasHD. I have forgotten so much about both games that they are as fresh in my mind as they are ever going to be. I literally purchased an Xbox Series S, just so I can buy Sonic UnleasHD a second time under optimal conditions. And going in with the most charitable lens possible, I have uncovered the unassailable truth that the Standard Definition iteration of Sonic Unleashed is the best version of this mildly mediocre game. I hate to give Dimps any props as developers, as I still have not forgiven them for Sonic Lost World 3DS, but they truly out did Sonic Team here.

In terms of graphics and scale, UnWiished can't compete. Dimps had less time and storage space to make it, so the levels are smaller and there's less of them. The fidelity is on an entirely different level and 6th gen hardware shouldn't be allowed anywhere near that level of detail. Frankly neither should 7th gen hardware. The one technical advantage SD had over HD was a consistent frame rate due to it not trifling with powers beyond its comprehension. Sonic Unleashed barely did its job on the PS3. The frame rate would rarely do a full work day and would some times take Paid Time Off without any notice. Sonic Unleashed is a 9th gen game released a decade too early. But now that it's available on adequate hardware, there is no technical area the SD version can stand up in. HD is gorgeous and taking in that lush scenery at 60 FPS feels like a luxurious dream. Especially during the day stages.

I used to prefer the SD version when it came to the Day Time stages. But now I'm not too sure. In UnWiished, the Day Time stages were good because they valued resource management and perfection. Getting S Ranks adequately rewarded you and the game expects you to replay the levels to get better at them. There's a bigger emphasis on knowing the stages and understanding when and where you should be using your boost. Boosting in UnWiished is not a speed up button that you hold like in every other Sonic game with a boost mechanic. It is a button that effectively teleports you 100 feet forward while also giving you momentum. You are not in control when you press that button so you can't be using it willy nilly. This is why it's a limited resource that you can't spam. Giving that amount of power in these cramped stages is a recipe for disaster. You can tell there was a lot of thought put into the systems of the SD version.

But the HD version just has better levels. Or at least better Sonic levels. Sonic is a platformer and it feels like you are controlling a jumpy scrimblo character here, albeit a very fast one. There is open space and objects to jump on in UnleasHD. UnWiished doesn't really have that. You are not controlling Sonic. You are controlling a car that is shaped like Sonic. In HD, The freedom and control you are given along with the sheer spectacle provided leads to an overall better experience... Initially. Replaying levels is a different story. These levels are far longer and thus aren't as friendly towards mastery due to the ratio of how much time you spend on a run vs how easy it is to mess up that run. I have no motivation to get S ranks in this game because of this. The Dimps levels are feasible to master because you only lose 2-3 minutes if you fuck up. The Sonic Team levels have double that time frame usually, so it’s not as palatable due to how much time you are potentially wasting. Though it might even out a bit more now with the use of the Solid State Drive on modern Xbox consoles allowing for faster level restarts.

At a certain point I came to the conclusion that SD has better levels to master, while HD has better levels to experience casually. When you are running through a level in UnleasHD and you don't have to worry about rankings or medals(don't worry I'll get to that soon) they are the most fun you will have playing Sonic Unleashed. Empire City is the absolute peak between both games. It's the perfect length, there's wide enough platforms, the set pieces are thrilling but don't play themselves, there's a wide array of paths you can take. I replayed that level just because I liked it, no ulterior motive attached at all. The HD levels are intrinsically better. They extrinsically missed the mark compared to what Dimps ended up cooking though. The game is not structured in a way that pushes the player to enjoy it optimally. There's always something in the way. This goes for the whole game.

The handling of progression in UnleasHD is a gross display of self sabotage. It's meant to be a huge game, so the truly great parts of it are spread out and surrounded by medium effort filler. I just want to play levels in these games in a linear fashion, but Sonic Team has other plans. If you want to play UnleasHD, you need to partake in its world adventure aspects more intimately by exploring the hub cities. Hub Worlds aren't the worst thing in video games, I usually like them well enough. Just not in Sonic games. I have zero desire to explore a city as Sonic. It doesn't mesh well with the way the character moves. I didn't enjoy it in Sonic Adventure with Station Square and I didn't enjoy it in any of the 9 times they did it here. The SD version has you visit cities as well, but they take 1 minute of clicking to get through, as the whole of exploration is done through Visual Novel prompts. It's cheap as hell and not as impressive, but it saves time and doesn't break the pace of my adventure. In some cases, less is more, and one of these cases is also seen in the tornado sections. These flight mini games are an enemy of humanity and must be destroyed. They’re just a series of Quick Time Events. Instead of a potentially fun rail shooter, we get a flurry of nondiagetic disorienting button prompts. Stop asking me to press the ‘X’ button! How would I know where that is? It's different on every controller! Quick Time Events are pasted throughout the game as a replacement for actual content and they always suck. Dimps doesn’t have this weird fetish for QTEs. There are only a handful in UnWiished. There is also no tornado section to be found and it ends up being all the better for that.

All I wanted to do was play through these levels so I could compare them to the other version. But I kept getting ambushed by hub world shenanigans, bad mini games, and after I got through those I was turned back because I played the levels wrong. Medal hunting is the quite honestly the most baffling decision in this game. The game blocks you off from the next chunk of the game if you haven't collected enough medals in the stages. If this was Mario Odyssey I wouldn't mind. If this was Banjo Kazooie I wouldn't mind. Because those are games that are about collecting things. Sonic is not about combing the area in an attempt to find Skittles. This game certainly isn't because it's the game where you move the fastest. These medals are well hidden, you will not be able to spot them if you are blitzing through the stage like you are urged to do. So many times I blasted past a medal and then spent a minute trying to back track and get it to satisfy the medal quota. You WILL miss these things, you WILL replay these stages, and if you are as sane as me, you will NOT have fun. Instead of placing little collectibles for the curious sect of players who want to engage with Unleashed in this way, they take these bonuses and turn them into chores.

It's not just that it forces you to replay stages that's the problem, It's that it forces you to replay them in a woefully counter intuitive way. Nothing about how this game is put together suggest you should be slowing down to pick up trinkets, but they made it a requirement anyway so they could pad run time in the most obvious of ways. UnWiished has medals. But you don't find them. You earn them. The better your rank for a stage, the more medals you get. And if you don't have a lot, you aren't gated from the rest of the game. You only miss out on side puzzle rooms that hold bonus content and extra lives. It's the complete inverse. You aren't punished for playing the game in the intended way, you are rewarded for it.

The theme here is that while HD has more to offer, that more is rarely good. It offers more bad ideas, more padding, more progression gates, more pace breakers. SD doesn't have a lot to offer. So it has to be smarter to compensate. The structure of UnWiished is consistently intuitive and player friendly. Dimps is that weird nerd in school that you don't like talking to, but you know it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to be paired up with them because they will carry that group project. Sonic Team is conversely, a stereotypical jock. Few elegant things that come out of their mouth, but it's okay because they're hot. Both have short comings, and I don't think either are better than the other. Sometimes I'll prefer a jock over a nerd. Other times I won't. It all comes down to preference really.

If that sounds like it's too diplomatic and clean of a conclusion, that's because it is. There is another 60% of the game I haven't even touched on. It's time to talk about the big hog in the room. The real reason Unwiished still holds my favor. The Werehog.

Nobody liked the Werehog when these games came out. It was the major complaint everyone had. You could move so fast as Sonic during the day and it was exhilarating, but come nightfall, you're forced to play as the comparatively far more sluggish Werehog. And you play as the Werehog for most of the game. It became the default example of how hard Sonic had fallen off. And who could deny it at this point. The Werehog sucked. It was a shallow God of War clone used for blatant padding. Even me, a shameless Sonic shill, didn't like the Werehog. But something profound happened during the end of my first playthrough. I started to understand what they were getting at with this gameplay style.

The Werehog seemed like a nightmare when I first picked it up. The platforming was unreliable and the combat was punishing. I struggled far more than I thought I would. But then it all started to come together when I realized you can hold down the grab button with no consequence. Any pole or ledge that the game expected me to grab while I loomed over a bottomless chasm wasn't terrifying once I started holding down the grab button and removed timing from the equation. Once I had that safety net, I started getting far more reckless with my movement. I was progressing through the levels cautiously before, but with the threat of death lessened, I summoned enough gumption to start dash jumping over gaps and leaping from pole to pole. The secret of Sonic Unleashed is that the Werehog is slower than regular Sonic, but only actually slow if you're a pussy. This applies to enemy encounters too. I used to approach them slowly because the enemies hit hard. But once you get your combos and start using the objects around you, you do just as much damage. It's all about getting the first hit. The The brevity of these enemy encounters after you master the game is exactly what a Sonic action game should strive for. It's not mind blowing or anything, but it's good at being what it is. A simple 3D Beat Em Up Platformer. There aren't a ton of moves, but the ones you do have feel good to use and are easy to execute. There aren't a ton of level ideas, but each one is used to its fullest. As long as you are open to learning it's mechanics, the Werehog is a fun time with no reservation.

But for the HD version. It doesn't matter how much you learn about the mechanics, it still sucks ass.

Sonic Team’s Werehog is some doo-doo. It's like it's dedicated to making you feel as weak, slow, and cringe as possible. This feels so much worse to play, it’s staggering. First, the Werehog attack animations have zero weight behind them, despite all the wind up they have. It looks embarrassing. I bumped attack way up at first because of how little damage I was doing. After I gathered sufficient strength, I decided to invest exp into new moves. This was a bad idea. Every attack in this game is functionally the same and there are too little enemies for any variety to matter. The game gives you this big tool box and nothing to use it on. I ended up using the same attacks in the beginning of the game as the end, because there was no advantage to using the new move. Yea that new dash attack I got 80% into the game looks kinda decent, but it's so hard to control and does so little damage that there's no reason for me to touch it. This new attack does big Area of Effect damage, just like the other 5 attacks I have that I can pull off easier. It's not complex, it's convoluted. While I get people want to use a lot of moves in these game, there effectively still not a lot of moves here. And it doesn’t help that I dislike how flaccid the attack animations usually end up being.

Fights take soooooooooo fucking long and I felt like a loser the entire time I was playing. The idea is that you are supposed to handle enemies using the QTE prompts that take them out in one shot. If the QTE animations were snappy and clean and the inputs were intuitive, maybe that would work, but the reward never felt worth the risk. I get that it's hard to balance a level curve, but it's not just in combat where you feel profoundly lame. It takes like 5 hits to break down a wooden boarded passage way. Some real life humans can do that in less attempts. And some real life humans can jump higher too. The vertical for the Werehog is tragic. Like Knuckles in Sonic 2 levels of tragic. Despite Sonic's new found melanin, his hops are more pathetic than ever and it's a damn shame. It doesn't feel like you are playing as some super strong monster, just some above average dude whose default walking speed is on Crowded Grocery Store settings. What's the fantasy supposed to be here? I don't want to be a guy who can only grab onto ledges at seemingly random points. It's not a dream from me. The game feel for this character is a net negative. The controls of the Werehog feel like an adaptation of my battle with depression. It just takes so much effort for what it gives you, that it becomes near impossible to summon the will to go on.

Lastly, this camera is deplorable. You have very little control over what the camera angle is. This isn't inherently a problem as the early God of Wars have mostly fixed cameras. But UnleasHD just decided to give you bad camera angles for reasons I don’t quite understand. I can usually extrapolate why things are designed the way they are but here I’m baffled. The designated angles obscure so much of the screen half the time, making platforming a nightmare and off screen attacks a common occurrence. Being aware of your environment is vital to both platforming and combat, yet it is treated as optional here. This is a combat platformer, it should be one of the most important things aside from jumping and hitting feeling good to do (which it doesn't).

The Sonic Team Werehog does just about everything it can to be worse than the Dimps version. Unwiished is simple but it's good at being simple. UnleasHD is bad at being complex. It gives you a big move set without the fun enemies or a secure environment to use them in. Large droning levels that run out of ideas half way through. Insane gimmicks and spectacle that waste your time after the novelty wears off. HD is a game I'm impressed by, but will never truly like due to how sloppy it is. SD earned my love through tight design and not having a final level that retriggers anxiety disorders that have lain dormant for years (Eggman Land HD is evil, and the final boss isn't even a good cap off for it). And when I think about it. When I get to the core of the matter. It becomes clear what the dynamic between the two games represents.

Unwiished is 6th gen gaming. 6th gen games did the best with what they had. It was such a large leap from the previous generation and the hardware was regularly pushed to the max. But games were allowed to not be the best game of all time. They could be massive slabs of content, or marvels of performance, or mechanically innovative, or graphical milestones. But they weren’t required to be all of these at once. I think that’s why there aren’t a ton of embarrassing 6th gen blunders that come to mind.

UnleasHD is 7th gen gaming. It belongs to an era defined by doubling down on bad ideas and biting off more than you can chew because being impressive is more important than being good. So much of this game is poorly planned out and it’s all in the name of being the next big video game. And my affection for UnWiished makes it clear than I much would have preferred it to be smaller. Because even if it wasn’t as much bang for my buck, there would likely be less things the game ends up tripping over. The tech has caught up. We can see the game in its highest quality. We can see the game at it’s intended framerate. We can go between levels with nearly no load times. But none of that matters. Because not matter what hardware you play it on, UnleasHD is still a mid ass 7th gen game.

#sonic unleashed

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notaloneclangen · 2 years ago

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☽ MOON 1 ☽

Mid-Newleaf brings another peaceful moon to BegoniaClan. The denizens of the rocky fields are brimming with the joy of a world awakened; even the senior warriors find themselves alive with energy. Midnightpelt is chatting with Fallenheart outside the healer's den, the black tom's fur buffeted by a gentle morning breeze.

"So that's when Marigoldkit — while I was distracted, mind you — she climbed up on the rock behind me and pounced right on my neck! That beetle was just a diversion," Midnightpelt says with a purr of laughter. "That kitten is going to be one pawful for her mentor. Her assessment is next moon, right?"

"Mhm," Fallenheart confirms, her paws busy but her ears still attuned to the conversation. She's concentrated on threading freshly dried cornflower into the roots that dangle into her den. With one paw, she teases out a clump that had long since turned brown around the edges. She spreads the wilted petals over the floor of her den.

As the healer picks off a petal that had gotten stuck on her claw, she side-eyes her herb storage. Newleaf has been fruitful so far; she has been able to stock up on a lot of her staples for the season. She runs through a list of the essentials in her head. As she silently mouths herb names to help herself think, her gaze lands on an empty space in the alcove, and the realization hits her. "Hey, Midnightpelt, would you and Foxtuft be up for a patrol? I'm missing lungwort, and I could use the company."

Midnightpelt rises from his spot, holding his tail high. "Sure thing! I'm not assigned to anything else today. I'll go get him!" He bounds off to go find the other tom without another word.

By the time the patrol has congregated and made it to the stepping stones that allow them to cross the river, the sun has reached its highest point in the sky. Midnightpelt is the last to fully make the crossing. When he reaches the final jump, he stretches out and rolls onto his back, soaking up the warmth of the sun-touched stone. Foxtuft reaches down the bank and flicks a cold spray of water at the dark-furred tom. Midnightpelt is back on his feet with a yowl, hopping up the bank to join the other cats as they let out mrrows of laughter.

They walk alongside the water in peaceful silence for a while before anybody speaks. "So, how far are we going into the forest?" Midnightpelt asks, keeping his tone metered.

"Ideally, not at all," Fallenheart replies. "The herb I'm looking for can be found on the forest's edge, so if we're lucky, we won't need to go searching any deeper. Do you remember how I described it to you?"

"'Look for a low-growing plant with speckled leaves,'" Foxtuft recites. "'The flowers can be pink to purplish blue.' We remember. We're not apprentices." Fallenheart flicks her ears back at the tom's sass, but says nothing more.

The group soon reaches the shade under the outreaching branches of an elm on the forest's border. "This is a good spot," Fallenheart says. "We can look here."

As the group searches, a chill seems to seep from the woods, setting their fur on end. Fallenheart crouches so that the top of her head just fails to crest the groundcover. Midnightpelt, ever the observant, does the same, gesturing for Foxtuft to follow suit. When he doesn't receive an exaggerated grumble in reply, he turns to check on the other tom. To his alarm, Foxtuft is nowhere to be seen.

"Psst," Midnightpelt says in a low hiss. When Fallenheart whips her head around to acknowledge him, he simply gestures with his tail at the space where Foxtuft was.

Fallenheart flattens her ears and scents the air. "He's still close," she whispers back. The two bring themselves to a standstill, scarcely breathing lest it render them unable to hear the missing tom. Midnightpelt is just starting to creep into the underbrush and truly enter the forest when something erupts out of the foliage at him.

"Gotcha!" cries Foxtuft, batting at Midnightpelt's ears. Midnightpelt spits and leaps back, tail huge and back fur bristling.

"You scared the daylights out of me!" Midnightpelt hisses. "This isn't the time, Foxtuft…" His voice trails off into a groan that he makes to exaggerate.

"We didn't know where you'd gone," Fallenheart chimes in, not even operating under the pretense of joking around. "Please, be more cognizant of what times are appropriate for play."

Foxtuft huffs indignantly. "Fine! Stars above, what's the big deal? It's just the forest. It's within the bounds of our territory, right? We rule this place."

Fallenheart exchanges a glance with Midnightpelt, and an unspoken conversation passes between them. "We don't want to startle any larger animals," she meows, forcing her pelt to lie flat again. "A deer could knock you out if you frightened it badly enough."

"Which doesn't take much," Midnightpelt adds with a good-humored purr. Foxtuft just eyes the two warily, but says nothing more.

Before long, they've located the herb they came for, and they begin their walk back to camp with a jawful each. Foxtuft bounds to catch up with the other two, aiming a swipe at Midnightpelt's tail before thinking better of it. He sighs around the bundle in his mouth and falls in behind the pair of cats as they walk home side-by-side.

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The afternoon sun beats down on the BegoniaClan camp, the breeze settling into a stillness permeated by ambient warmth. Marigoldkit and Cougarkit are enjoying the nice weather by basking together in a patch of grass on the rim of the hollow. Marigoldkit is on her side, appearing almost as if she is asleep, while Cougarkit lies on her back, watching the tiniest cloud drift overhead.

Cougarkit wiggles her paws in the air, feeling her way around the silence. "Did you wanna play keeper again?" she asks finally.

"No," Marigoldkit says, barely stirring.

"How about 'rogue or loner'?" Cougarkit tries again.

"No."

Cougarkit sits in the unsteady quiet again for a moment. Then another. Then, "Dooo… you want to chase bugs?"

Marigoldkit simply rolls over onto her stomach, burying her muzzle in the short grass.

Cougarkit turns onto her side, facing the other kitten. "Something the matter?"

Marigoldkit tenses and grinds her face further into the ground. She lets herself breathe for a few heartbeats, then grits her teeth. "I had. A bad dream."

"Oh." Cougarkit pulls herself into a half-sitting position, wobbling a little. "Talk about it? Or no?"

Marigoldkit whines. "It's dumb! I'm not supposed to be afraid of anything! I'm almost an apprentice now." When Cougarkit only blinks at her, she sighs and rolls to face her. "It was about the river."

Cougarkit immediately scoots closer. "Keep going."

"It started out normal. I went down to the river — you know, like we usually do, except you weren't there. It was the shore with the shallow part, not the crossing. Anyway, I was watching the minnows swim around, when suddenly it got dark and they all hid. I wanted to look up because I was confused, but I couldn't move. I just felt this stare on me from the other shore. The water stayed where it was, it didn't change. But my mouth and lungs were filling with water, and my ears plugged, and it felt like I was sinking, but I couldn't move. As long as I felt those eyes on me, I couldn't move." She swallows. "Then I woke up."

Cougarkit just stares for a moment. "What did the thing look like? Like I know you couldn't look, but did you maybe see a shadow on the water?"

"Does it matter?!" Marigoldkit mewls indignantly.

"No, not really, sorry." Cougarkit ponders for a moment. "I don't think it's stupid that that was scary for you. Midnightpelt has dreams like that sometimes. It's fine that you didn't know that, you're usually not paying attention when we talk about it." Marigoldkit glares at her. "He's had river dreams, and forest dreams, and weird dreams where the rocks in camp all grow faces. And he's pretty old, so I think if he has those dreams too, it's not just a stupid kitten thing."

Marigoldkit stops shredding the piece of grass she was terrorizing, so that must have worked. Cougarkit looks away, watching a white butterfly flit above the camp. "Besides, we have plenty to be scared of," she says.

"Huh?" Marigoldkit says, bristling. "What do you mean?"

"Nothing. Sorry." Cougarkit watches the butterfly flutter away on the breeze as it picks up again, carrying it away towards the forest.

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#begoniaclan's blight #moon 1 #first newleaf

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a-few-wet-blankets · 2 years ago

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uh piss warning i guess

OK SO UH. All I can say is that I hope the people that know me don't find me lmfao. Anywayyssss since I found 2 enstars piss accounts that's enough for me. There is a demand and I will supply (mostly to myself but whatever. You're free to view this as you please) I honestly don't know how to use Tumblr so . sorry for being bad at this i just came here to post piss and hope no one knows abt it lmao Might post more in the future idk, prob gonna be a lot of yume For now I'm gonna post a couple of my ideas because... why not ig

Hiiro x Reader Starting off with Hiiro, I personally think he'd struggle to find bathrooms around the ES building and etc., especially when he's new because he doesn't know his way around yet. That, and I also think he's the type to not know he needs to piss until it's almost too late. He just… doesn't notice. With that being said, I had this one idea where the reader character/producer would run into Hiiro after he leaves practice, and he's trying to find a bathroom but can't, so reader tries to help him find one. But then…. one thing leads to another, and they have to hide in a really, really tight storage closet where their bodies are basically touching… You sarcastically ask how much he needs to go when they realize the closet is locked, and Hiiro almost doesn't respond because he's really, really close to wetting himself at that point and just murmurs that he can hold it. (He can't). You text Mayoi to get the two of you out, because if anyone knows where they are in the building, it's him, and Mayoi texts that he should be there in about 20 minutes. Around 15-20 minutes later Hiiro's basically whimpering and trying to hold back said whimpers, and trying to move to alleviate the pain (essentially, you and him are so close to each other that your bodies are basically pressing together and you can barely move your hands). He really, really doesn't want to piss all over you but it's getting to the point where he's barely holding on. (Bonus points if he has a crush on you). And then both of you shift a little, trying to inch out of the space a little bit, but one of you shifts wrong and basically hits right on top of Hiiro's bladder and he starts to leak, and he's barely able to stop before a spot starts to form on his training clothes. He's not crying YET but is really, really close to, because he feels like he can barely hold on but keeps insisting he can (while you're asking him to let go because you can tell he's in pain and won't be able to make it anyways). At some point, his bladder simply can't take it anymore, then he just… lets go. He's soaked, and so are you, and he feels really, really terrible about it and almost starts to cry but you try to comfort him while you wait for Mayoi. It takes a while but Mayoi actually does let both of you out, and Mayoi apologizes profusely because he didn't know about Hiiro needing the bathroom… and after that you and Hiiro go to your rooms and change. And of course, you promise to show Hiiro around the building so it doesn't happen again.

Mao x Reader As for the other idea I had. Well… I love Mao but that also means I also LOVE to make him suffer, just a little. Considering that he overworks a lot, and is constantly busy (with practices, producer-type work, and etc.), he probably doesn't get to use the bathroom much, or at all… So consider Mao working full 12-15 hour days but not getting any breaks… Recipe for disaster. Hehe. I'd imagine that most of his piss issues (pissues haha) probably started when he got busy with Trickstar and the student council… Between practice and work, he barely ever gets a break, even to take a piss. That, and a lot of water to stay hydrated…. Nail in the coffin. So, consider… Mao's rushing out of the student council room trying to find a bathroom, but it's way, way too far and since he's gone nearly 12 hours without relieving himself, he's absolutely bursting and NEEDS to go NOW. He's shuffling through the hall holding his dick and runs into you, who immediately notices and asks if he needs to use the restroom and if he needs help, and he says yes. So you help him walk a bit but he starts to leak, and it's extremely painful to the point there's a very visible bladder bulge. Thankfully, you're carrying your school bag with you, and there's an empty bottle that you forgot to throw away after finishing. Mao really, really doesn't want to use it because it's embarrassing, but he really doesn't have much of a choice, because when he started leaking, he didn't stop (Bonus points if he has a crush on you). He accepts defeat and tries to get his pants off, but can't, so he asks you to help and hold the bottle for him as well. When he gets his pants off he barely has time to aim before he starts going and gets some on the floor, but most of it ends up in the bottle (to his relief). He nearly overflows the bottle but finishes just a few millimeters away from the top, and thanks you… I feel like this would happen so many times to the point you would just get him one of those literal piss bottles for him to keep because he just never seems to get any time to actually go to a bathroom. He's embarrassed about it but he can't really control when he can and can't get a break.

I did have another Mao x reader idea but for now I'm gonna save that for later lol Too much typing. Enough for now shhsahd

#enstars omorashi #ensemble stars omo #enstars omo #ensemble stars omorashi #omo #omorashi #hiiro amagi x reader #mao isara x reader

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chemicalpink · 3 years ago

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Young Gods ❈ KNJ, JJK

❈ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader x Jungkook

❈ Genre: smut, f2l kinda, but also s2l, fantasy!au, fluff if you squint, gods!au, wizard/witch!au

➛ Part of the Namkook Moonrise Masquerade hosted by @jamaisjoons

❈ Rating: 18+

❈ Wordcount: 4.2k

❈ Warnings: it is jungkook centric, it does have a somewhat heavy plot, double penetrative sex, magical sex, teasing, slightest corruption kink.

❈ Summary: Legend has it that if you were to walk all the way up to Hallasan, and if the land is welcoming enough, you should be able to see the most beautiful lake where it is rumoured to home the most powerful being the world has ever had the pleasure to meet, so when young warlock Jungkook starts having trouble with his magic, who could blame him for travelling all the way there in hopes of finding answers only to be met with the hottest man he’s ever seen. and really, who could blame him for fostering the biggest crush on him without saying a word for ages? that is, until y/n, a long lost friend of Namjoon shows up. so really, who is he to blame if he lets the two greatest beings in existence use him for their pleasure?

❈A/N: SHE'S HERE. GOD THIS TOOK A WHILE. Please enjoy! ALSO, banner by @jamaisjoons, I do believe the only thing that keep me writing this was the banner lol. Do tell your thoughts on this bad baby, I was heading towards a larger fic but I didn't have time yet magical au is most definitely there for future fics.

The first time Jungkook realised just how powerful he was, he was fifteen years old, although his mother can recall him being around four and being able to master a potion that most common-born non-royal witches could only hope to get mediocre at once trained at their young twenties. Of course, his magic had soon become taboo around the village, having to hide himself behind years of his father’s training, his lineage a bit closer to royalty, not quite, but just enough for his son’s magic to pass as his own. If his customers notice how better his spell jars or potions get once Jungkook turns eighteen, they sure don’t comment on it. Not that they would be able to tell that the family was hiding a master of the magical arts that could rival the country’s most powerful witch in the blink of an eye. Those were just rumours going around, as far as the Jeon’s were concerned.

“Son, I believe it is about time you get some proper practice on your magic” his father mentioned bypassing one Sunday night as they both locked up the store. He turned to hi, somewhat confused.

“Look if this is about Seojun noona’s elixir being more powerful than it usually is I swear it was a rightful mixture, my trial was right beside her actual one and she entered the shop sooner and-”

His dad shakes a hand dismissively at him, rounding the counter into the small storage room, coming back in sight with a leather-bound book in between his hands, calloused fingers roaming the antique-looking pages “I am not quite sure how much truth an old man like your grandfather could hold, but it wouldn’t hurt to try” he turned the yellowing book towards him, fast and almost undescribable scribbles decorating the paper as he squinted down at it, his father handling the energy in it to make the content quite literally come to life, a storytelling spell all too familiar to him from his young age.

“Dad, you know I absolutely love bedtime stories, but I’d say I’m quite a bit too old now for-” before he can even think about finishing the sentence, a mountain comes into view, alive straight from the book’s pages, standing tall and proud dressed in green, almost touching the sky, a magical aura surrounding it, one that he could even feel just by looking at it “What’s that?”

“The old man used to tell me stories about an ancient being, the most powerful of them all, living on top of Hallasan” the pages turn by themselves, the image changing to a faceless man, standing almost as tall and proud as the mountain itself, performing all types of magic, some of them Jungkook himself hadn’t even heard of “Legend says he was outcasted by royalty in fear of revolution, wouldn’t even be alive if it weren’t for he is a child of Earth herself”

“I-I don’t think I’m following”

His father sighs loudly before his magic shuts the book closed, all magic gone on a whim “Jungkook, whatever this man was, if my father was right and he really did exist, you might be like him”

“But-but I was born of both you and mum” he couldn’t quite yet fathom the extension of his own magic, much less think about the probability of being more powerful than any other being that had walked the Earth in millennia. Even if the man was real, would he even be alive still? If he was as powerful as he was presumed to be, would he even take Jungkook under his wing? What if he wasn’t as lucky as the man from the book and word got out and his life was endangered?

“Jungkook just think about it, you might be a child of the Earth”

“What if I don’t want to be” he couldn’t quite face his father, feeling his own heartbreak as the older man deflated. Jungkook knew that perhaps his dad had entertained the idea of his only son being a creature out of a legendary book, could feel how proud it would make him, for Jungkook to be a hero, make history with the power he presumably held within, yet he couldn’t help but feel like a small child again, afraid at the uncertainty that the future could hold. “I- I’m good with just running the shop and helping you and mother out with stuff”

His father sighed before placing a gentle hand on his shoulders, a small act that made him feel even more like a child, one getting subtly scolded by his parents as they prepare him for his inevitable future. “Jungkook-ah, your mother and I- all we really want for you is to live your own life”

His ears perk up, gaze facing forward as he catches his mother standing with her arms crossed over her body, the softest motherly look on her face “And if that means for my baby to go find himself at some faraway place, then so be it” she comes to join his father by his side, both of them bracing each other as the thought of their child growing up simmers down on them. “We just want you to grow up to your full potential Kookie”

.-.-

It had taken quite some convincing for him to completely make up his mind, the negging looks from his father as he helped around the shop, the longing yet scolding gaze his mother held over dinner until he found himself preparing a small bag for the long trip– almost burning inside his mind the map contained in his grandfather’s grimoire from the many times he had read over what he once thought to be a legend out of a children’s storybook.

The trip itself wasn’t as difficult as it was troublesome, having to hike up the highest mountain in the land, the difficult part–if the Jeon’s memories were anything to go by– was having the Hallassan land spirit to like you enough to show itself, even a step further to have the legendary witch to show his home.

For quite some time Jungkook entertained the idea of the immense possibilities on how the wizard could look, every possible image popping up in his head some variation of a wrinkly old man hunched over himself, staff in hand and he couldn’t help but laugh soundly at it, picturing himself getting nagged at by such a figure, perhaps he would end up looking like one of those old scholars that came to his village from time to time. But how wrong was he.

It took him three days, two cold sleepless nights in the woods and running in circles for at least two hours in the nothingness that was the top of the mountain for the valley to show up right where he had started to venture– he could almost hear the forest spirits snickering at him. He really tried to be angry at it, almost went back down just out of spite, yet the clearing before him had him doing a double-take, the space was bright and clear, none of the trees from before on sight, the small dipping in the middle of it leading to a sort of entrance– this was what he came for.

Jungkook had been raised better than what he found himself doing– walking into a stranger’s house uninvited. Was it really uninvited if after knocking for a few minutes the door opened on its own?

He walks inside, small steps, unsure of himself, his past resolve crumbling down completely as he walks further in where he listens to a hushed voice coming from his left, a mop of silvery hair turned away from him, green warm clothes cradling the figure, Jungkook entertains the idea of an old man still, yet not so much hunched over himself if the deep hushed voice and the hair colour was anything to go by. “...Now where did I last see-”

"Hello-"

"Oh! great timing! the pay is where it always is" broad shoulders are still facing him as the man moved around, a couple of won bills on the counter where he had waved his hand dismissively, not even bothering to turn around, for a legendary creature perhaps leaving his home door open was a recurrent thing, what with the whole clearing hidden from the public eye and all.

"Oh I'm not-" he had tried to make himself knows as definitely not the person he was expecting yet the man kept mumbling to himself, apparently in deep thought at whatever it was

""—So then if we are able to move this around we should -" he had started moving around the room, still not facing Jungkook directly, just pointing to places around the spacious room as his free hand busied itself with picking books from the humongous shelf against the wall

"I'm- uh" his hands couldn’t be still, grasping at the bag over his shoulder, knuckles almost white as he clears his throat "I'm not-"

"Did you forget where-" the man turns around and Jungkook feels whatever little poise he had gained leave him in the spot, right in front of him is the most legendary creature in existence, recorded alive for millennia, a god in more ways than one, no old man in sight but the prettiest human he had laid eyes on, fierce sight set on him awkwardly hanging at the entrance as the man keeps blinking at him "uh"

He bows down almost instinctively, 90 degrees, hair falling onto his eyes as he does so "Mister sir- uh keeper of Hallasan"

"You aren't Soobin"

"Uh.. no I'm not"

The man doesn’t even flinch at the information of a stranger setting a foot inside his house, deep voice calm as ever as he asks "How did you even get in?"

"Uh the door was open" he points to the door in a futile attempt for it to not make it seem like he was the weirdo picking locks or something at a magical creature’s home

"No it wasn't" he moves to the door in the most graciously way he has ever seen someone do it, almost gliding across the floor, eyes never leave him except for the brief second where his hand tries the doorknob "huh it was. Weird"

It took the man less than a minute after his initial shock to turn to Jungkook and invite him in, a pair of teacups resting against the table as they seated parallel to each other, him crossing his legs in a nonchalant manner as Jungkook couldn’t stop fidgeting in his seat– he certainly never thought he could come this far.

“So what can I do for you, Jeon Jungkook?” if he absolutely preened at the way that his name sounded in the stranger’s mouth, that was certainly something only for him to know.

The words died right on his tongue. There were certainly a lot of things the beautiful man seating across from him could do, none of them necessarily involving what he had initially come for, yet as the words take meaning inside his mind, he seems to short circuit yet again “I uh- you know- you know my name?”

He smiles a big smile, eyes crinkling into crescents, dimples showing and a heat simmering inside Jungkook’s belly “I know a lot of things, Jungkook” he stares off into space “Social skills are rusty, but they come back after getting a good look at you” Jungkook’s eyes must widen at the implication of his words. Could he read minds? Could he take a look into souls? “Just general stuff about you, don’t worry about it”

The man could definitely read minds.

Blink if you’re hearing this. The man blinks and Jungkook feels like fleeing. Wait. Everyone blinks, stupid. Perhaps some other time.

He somehow finds his voice, remembering the lingering question, the sole reason for him to be there “Mister Hallasan keeper, sir”

“Namjoon is fine”

“Mister Namjoon-ssi”

“Namjoon hyung”

Jungkook is sure this time his brain shortcircuits for real, for this complete stranger. Namjoon he corrects himself, to give him permission to call him so affectionately after only a few minutes of knowing him. After technically breaking- not breaking into his home.

Smile if you’re reading my mind. Namjoon smiles, something doesn’t sit right with him, he could very well be reading his mind, or simply smiling out of politeness at the extended silence Jungkook had caused, again. I’m onto you Mister Hallasan Keeper. Namjoon just smiles more fondly at him.

Jungkook goes on explaining his situation, from his rapid magic learning to being unable to wield his magic, to his father even suggesting that he could have been born from the Earth herself, just like Namjoon did all those millennia ago. The blond man restricts himself to listen to Jungkook speak, gaining a serious pose when he drops the reason for his visit, asking him for help. Jungkook’s almost sure he will deny it as he goes on to explain how his last magical apprentice had been there almost sixty years ago, going on about how he is pretty much a loner, no reason more than a brief excuse of being an outcast for practice differences with the village where Jungkook comes from, giving it a few seconds of thought before he accepts to have Jungkook under his wing, going as far as to give him a spare bedroom to sleep in along with the longest set of rules he had ever heard of.

Months with Namjoon look something more or less like this: waking up at 6 am sharp– something Jungkook had never done in his life, the first few times he had woken up later than that, it was almost impossible to know where his teacher had gone to. Have a rundown on the day’s activities and breakfast until 7. Jungkook was in charge of gardening on the 30-minute window of Namjoon harvesting for the spells he was due to make for the day. An hour of light reading– he knew better than to comment on how a thousand pages book was most definitely not light reading, but he did it anyway. He would then shadow Namjoon on whatever mystical task he had to do for the day before finishing up with him running basic high-level training with Namjoon’s guidance in the clearing– Namjoon had said that the Hallasan spirit would keep him safe and sound if he were to screw up, although so far all the spirit and her friends in the forest had done was laugh at his mistakes.

Five months in it, the whole routine came as second nature, he couldn’t even picture a day without Namjoon on it, not that there was anyone else that could pick up on the energy shift within it, Jungkook had learnt a lot from his teacher, not only in the magic department but about him as a person, couldn’t hide the lingering eyes, the curious touches of skin, every bit of information about Namjoon expanding that fondness feeling inside his heart, Namjoon was a man of habit, a powerful one at that, yet all those millennia living couldn’t hide the fact that Jungkook could see right through him, a lonely soul, as powerful as none other, yet so inherently say. Not even the whole power in the universe could keep him away from his own greatest danger: himself.

If you can read minds, kiss me. The kiss never came so perhaps Namjoon could never even read minds in the first place.

Now here’s the thing, Jungkook might be a mess when it comes to magic, but not so much at hiding his feelings, at least the best he could, Namjoon was as intelligent as men come and he had yet to notice. Namjoon’s friend that just happens to show up on a particularly lazy day– his teacher had said his magic tends to run out from time to time and would rather rest it; perhaps not so much.

Jeon Jungkook is a weak man. A weak man for beautiful things, like Namjoon, or you. Who just happened to walk inside Namjoon’s home like you owned the place– could he count it as his home too yet?

He could feel his heart wanting to leap out of him as soon as you introduced yourself, and perhaps he was imagining the way your eyes grazed over his figure before going to tease Namjoon, not that he stopped having heart eyes for the man when you walked in, he had enough heart eyes for the both of you, even if he had to keep them to himself. You were easier to warm up to than Namjoon if it was anything to go by, smoothly falling into conversation after you three had sat down for tea, walking up to Namjoon’s massive library, picking out books from their shelves as you asked him about his upbringings.

“The Jeon family? Oh, dearest, your grandfather was as good as wizards come” his brain cuts short as soon as the words leave your mouth, just how exactly could you have known the old man? The old wizard was presumably thrown out of the royal house for being unfit for ruling over the land. You playfully push your elbow against Namjoon “And I say this while knowing Joonie”

The blond man groans at your teasing.

“You-you knew my grandpa?”

“Yeh, such a shame he decided to be a mortal” Your initial interest seems to diminish as you turn to face the books yet again, a particular red cover catching your attention.

“What”

Jungkook faintly hears Namjoon standing up from his chair to try and get in between his conversation with you, although all he hears seems to come as if the voices were kept under cotton inside his ears “Y/N you’re overwhelming the kid”

For such a calm and collected posture, he had maintained not only while learning with Namjoon but back at home too, hearing such a word coming out of him really tips the glass “I’m not a kid! Why is everyone always treating me like a child!” surely it did seem rather childish to have an outburst like that, yet his mind couldn’t help but reel in all those other times in his stay where Namjoon had dismissed him from helping, saying it was a rather complicated spell you should wait this one out Jungkook. Or something along the lines of when you get stronger. It did seem the type of things one would say to their petulant child.

“Jungkook waits” Namjoon groans as he retreats to his assigned room, you can’t help the softness inside you at the way that strong independent loner Namjoon reacts to his apprentice being pissed off, certainly a first.

“You pissed off the kid” your remark isn’t that much well digested as Namjoon throws a dagger-like glare your way, groaning as he throws his head back against the couch

“Why am I parenting again?”

You shrug your shoulders as you offer him a tight lip smile, you had heard a lot about Jungkook even before you had walked inside the wizard’s home, like a reader of a slow-burning love story, you knew that ‘parenting’ was most definitely not the dynamic in his relationship with the younger, not with the way Namjoon had described the little mannerisms of his apprentice, or the way that he described his figure as the strongest back I’ve ever seen with such a tiny waist when he sent you a letter asking you to visit him.

The thing with the dynamic you had with Namjoon had been one going on for hundreds of years, feeding off of the magic that only such powerful creatures like you and him could conjure, effective yet dependent as when either of you two was in dire need of a boost, you would have to pay him a visit to work your magic. Jungkook hadn’t appeared after his little outburst, probably hidden in his room, taking only a few minutes of Namjoon glancing expectantly at the place where the younger had disappeared before you dragged him towards his room in an all too practised manner.

The whole environment was always on the calm side whenever you two get to it, something along the lines of strictly business, yet an undeniable connection between the two. Namjoon had you against his door, a dimly lit lamp on his desk, strong hands holding you in place at your waist as he leaned down to connect both of your mouths, eyes fluttering shut as he did so. Your hands found themselves tangled in his blond tousled hair in no time as he deepened the kiss, moving the both of you towards the bed as magic started glowing dimly within you two, connecting and feeding off of the spark of the situation, magic so profound and delicate that only immortal beings could hope to master. Namjoon placed himself against his elbows as you straddled his hips, your figure teasingly humping his growing bulge inside his pants as his breath started to become ragged, his own magic reaching forward to yours, just the way his lips chased yours. Yet there was only so much ominous Namjoon could handle. His hands were quick to undress both of you in between hot caresses and messy kisses as both of your bodies seem to move on their own accord, the magic itself doing the most out of the tantric experience, moans slowly but surely filling up the room as Namjoon positioned the tip of his hard cock on your entrance, teasing your folds for a few seconds before you settled on top of him in a familiar manner, sinking down on him as he throws his head back, letting out a groan. You are almost sure Jungkook could hear you both, yet your mind so clouded you wouldn’t have given it a second thought with Namjoon’s cock filling you up so nicely as you moved up and down on his length, that is until out of the corner of your eye you catch the casted shadow outside the dimly lit room.

"Your puppy is outside," You say as you stop moving on him, not quite removing yourself from the situation, yet you feel the magic in the room flickering faintly as if going dormant.

"What" Namjoon’s eyes are surprised as he lets reality sink in, his magic safely sated from the small act

"The kid that has an obvious crush on both you and me?” you state matter of factly as Namjoon’s jaw goes slack “He's watching us from behind the door"

As if on cue, there’s a rustling behind the door, feet rapidly resounding against the floor "No I'm not!"

Namjoon sighs loudly "JK just come in, I know this might seem.." the door opens and you could swear Jungkook’s eyes are about to leave his skull at the image he’s present with "weird"

"incredibly hot," they say at the same time, rendering both of them speechless

"huh kid's horny" you start removing yourself from Namjoon’s cock as your magic starts tingling, now reaching out for the younger "i like it"

"Y/N please"

You gesture by raising your hands as if surrendering, yet you know just how the night had taken a turn, willing to satiate your magic’s needs “He doesn’t like your PG training, let me handle this”

Jungkook is still sporting his Bambi eyes as he feels himself pulled into the room, closing the door softly behind him as he can only stare at you as you make your way towards him, lips ghosting over his “So tell me Jungkookie” your hand trails down to bring him closer to your naked body, taking his hand in yours and guiding it to your ass “Just how much are you willing to render of yourself for me and Joon?”

“All of me”

Jeon Jungkook might as well had been an erotic wizard like yourself if by the way he manhandles you and surrenders you to Namjoon like a loyal apprentice would to his master was anything to go by. Namjoon’s stare alone has the young man pliant as he caresses tan skin under his fingers, achingly curious as the youngest takes turns to kiss the eldest and yourself, Namjoon’s fingers playing with his nipples, your own hands working his length to life after your magic had completely undressed him, feeling both your and Namjoon’s magic reaching for Jungkook’s in a way you didn’t know was possible. A few kisses and lingering touches in, minds clouded with lust, kissing noises and moans taking over the space, Jungkook takes no time in positioning you on top of him, back to his chest as his length stretches you deliciously, long fingers playing with your clit as his own legs separate your thighs as if offering you up to his master, Namjoon looking like a man starved as he positions himself against Jungkook’s cock, his tip meeting no resistance as he glides in and nestles next to Jungkook, stretching you like no other time you could fathom, groans and ragged breaths of the men under and above you working you to your own climax, babbled words coming out of the youngest’s lips along with a promise of becoming yet another young god under your spell.

#bts smut #jungkook smut #namjoon smut #bts imagines #btshoneyhive #bangtanarmynet #thebtswritersclub #bangtansorciere

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Unexpected Places (Pt. 09 of 11)

Pairing: Ivar the Boneless X Reader/Bjorn X Reader

Word count: 2.6 K

Summary: As a princess, you've lived in a golden cage all your life, always a piece on someone else's game. But everything changed when the Norsemen came crushing down on Wessex, like waves in a violent storm. Their king spared your life and decided to take you with him to his kingdom, in what felt more like a rescue than a kidnapping. There, you were not only confronted with a completely different culture and lifestyle, but also with two of his sons. The oldest one has his eyes set on you, but it's the youngest one, Ivar, who gets who claimed your attention since the first sight. And he seems to have an unnamed interest in you. Of course you hoped whatever that was would pass, but when unexpected feelings start to flow a different way, things begin to change.

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Make Me Fly

It has been an interesting week. Bjorn hasn't been around lately, since he and Ragnar are starting to gather people for the next raid. Winter will be over soon enough, and apparently, they start getting ready a long time before sailing. You're trying not to think too much about it, since you know Ivar is going.

But that's an issue for when the winter is over, and it isn't yet, and won't be for quite a while. On Ivar's bed, already dressed for the day, you're kneeled behind him, braiding his hair. You've been sleeping here now, and of course, the news got out, even though you don't really know how. Hvitserk was the first to know, so he told Aslaug and Ubbe. Ragnar found out quickly after, meaning it got to Bjorn's ears as well. Then, you started noticing people staring, and some rumors, according to Helga. You were under Aslaug's protection, but the rumor that you're with Ivar makes people scared of you. You don't mind though, but you still haven't spoken with Ivar about it. You want things to just happen instead of pushing it because of what people are saying.

“There you go.” You say when the braids are done. “I'm getting really good at this.”

Ivar runs his fingers through his hair, tugging on the braids softly. His hair is long now, and he agreed on not cutting it short again. “You're getting great at this.” He says, grabbing your hand and pulling you down again, so you have both your arms around his neck. “I want to show you something today.”

“What?” You ask hands on his chest.

“I'm gonna show you how I ride on the battlefield.” His voice gets a little darker, and you know he's not joking. “I know you've been asking yourself that.”

“I know you can fight.” Getting up from the bed, you move to stand before him. “I just don't know how, but I don't doubt it.”

“We still have some weeks, but I'll be sailing to England again.” Ivar takes his clutch and gets up to his feet. “No need to hide it, I know you're worried.”

“Worried isn't the right word... Maybe anxious.” You start making your way to the door, and Ivar unlocks and pulls it open for you. “I know some people don't come back and I've never been through anything like that. I don't how those who stay deal with the waiting.” You set a comfortable pace, walking side by side with him.

“You'll get used to it. That's the way things have always been here.”

“I know.” When you cross the main hall, you wave at Hvitserk and Ubbe, muttering a ‘hello’ to Bjorn, since you've been trying to ease the ever-growing tension between the two brothers.

Ivar guides you through the city and then through the forest to a wooden structure built among the trees. There are some men around, and the doors are open. You're way too curious about it, but you manage to wait until you reach the building. There are several horses inside, some war equipment and ballistic devices you don't recognize, many shields and swords.

“Storage?” You ask.

“Yes. But that's the only thing that really matters.” He gestures at the very end of the barn, and that's when you see it.

“What's that?” Walking faster, you make your way towards it, ignoring everyone around. You've never seen anything like it. They keep a certain distance from it, you noticed. You wonder how many times they had Ivar yelling at them to stay away from his things.

“It's a war chariot.” He answers as you walk around it, stepping up and inside. “With it, I can march into battle. Lead troops in combat.”

In the center, there's a structure for Ivar to sit, so you walk around it, standing on the edge. You can't help but imagine how it must feel to be in such a position, in the middle of war. “I wish I could see you in action. It must feel like flying.” You expected him to say something, but several seconds go by and you're still in silence, broken only by the low chattering of the men working here. Looking over your shoulder, you spot Ivar still on the ground, looking up at you. “What?” You giggle, turning around.

“Get my chariot ready.” He commands, raising his voice. “Now.”

“You're kidding, right?” You ask, unable to hold back the smile.

Ivar doesn't answer, he just pulls himself to the chariot, taking his place. Everything is done quickly, and once the horse is attached to the chariot, the doors on the back of the barn are pushed open. Ivar is seated on the bench made for him, and you stand on the front, hands tightly holding on the edge.

“Are you ready?” Ivar inquires, and you give him a look over your shoulder, biting your lip.

You've never seen this look on his face. You have seen him smiling many times, but this is different. Ivar looks truly happy, comfortable, secure. Wild, even. And you absolutely love this look on him. “Make me fly.” You mutter, and the moment he moves his arms to whip the horse, you turn around.

Soon enough you find you picked the right word to describe it. Flying. Ivar keeps the horse's pace so fast that it takes your breath away. It's nothing like riding. It's something entirely new. The chariot rocks a little through the woods, but when it reaches a road, the speed only increases, and you're laughing like a little kid. It's just amazing to ride this into battle, and you can only imagine what his enemies feel when they see Ivar on this thing, flying to meet them. They must be terrified. Ivar's reputation is the worst, or the best, depending on the point of view, and men must tremble like leaves at the sight of him.

“You alright there?” He yells above the wind, and you glance at him.

“Never been better!” Assuring him, you focus on the road again, seeing how close you are to Kattegat. “Turn around! Or else we'll enter the town.”

“And what's the problem with that?”

Laughing again, you decide you don't care if he doesn't care. And into the town you go, making people jump out of the way. Nobody dares to say anything though, just making sure to warn those ahead to watch out. The space gets a little narrow, and Ivar starts to struggle a little until he gives up, knocking some stores down and getting some angry yells. You're not really thinking right now, looking down at the people as you pass by, too fast. You can hear his laughter too, filling your ears.

“Ivar!” A different voice reaches you, and as soon as you spot Ragnar riding on your left, Ivar pulls the horse, making it reduce its pace until you stop completely.

“Father. Hi.” He mutters, in that tone that means he did something bad but doesn't care one bit.

“Will you take this thing back? Look at all the mess you two made.” He complains, gesturing at the market place. You give it a quick look, noticing way too many broken things. “Move it around and take the chariot back,” Ragnar says before riding away.

With a dramatic eye roll, Ivar does what he's told, and this time, since he's riding slower, you have your back at the landscape, staring at him instead. “Weren't you seeing where you were going?”

“Of course not.” He snaps back, shrugging his shoulders. “I was too busy looking at you.”

Blushing, you look down, and a rock on the road makes the chariot shake, making you jerk forward, bumping on the support on which Ivar can rest his chest. “Ouch.”

“Come here.” He says, moving back a little. “Good thing you're wearing pants. Sit here.” Raising an eyebrow, you do as he says, bringing one leg over the structure and straddling it. The moment you sit down on it, you feel Ivar's chest pressing against your back. “Better?”

“A little.” You mumble, feeling as his arms surround you, so you place your hands on top of his, holding the halters. “That's nice.” You whisper, the cold air suddenly not bothering you anymore.

“It is.” Ivar let go of the halters, letting it to your control. “I never allowed anyone to do that. And I don't think I ever will.” He whispers in your ear, and you feel a shiver rolling down your spine.

“Really?”

“Really.” He repeats, hands on your hips. “Ever since I started raiding with my father and brothers, I never truly had anyone to come back to.” You feel yourself relax onto him, for a brief moment forgetting you're the one controlling the chariot. “So I need to know if that changed.”

This is important, so you pull the halters, making the horse stop. Once you're motionless, you move to the side and turn your head a little, just enough to look into his eyes. “What exactly are you asking, Ivar?”

He brings a hand to caress your cheek, cold fingertips running through your skin, painfully slow, leaving a trail of fire. “I'm asking if you will be waiting for my return.”

“I–”

“Prince Ivar.” Someone calls, and you're cut short.

“What?” He hisses, as you stand up and move out of the made chair.

“Your father asked us to take your chariot back. He needs to speak with you.”

“Why didn't he said it himself?” Despite being annoyed, Ivar steps out of the chariot, and you do the same. It doesn't go unnoticed that the men don't ride it. They simply pull the horse. It's like an unspoken rule, that doesn't need to be reassured. People just know.

Then, you're left alone in the woods, the sound of the chariot being taken away slowly fading. “Guess we should go now.” You say, but before you give the first step back to Kattegat, Ivar grabs your arm, forcing you to stop and turn to look at him.

“First answer me.” There's insecurity in his voice, fear even. You wonder if this side of Ivar will ever heal. Maybe it won't, but, as long as you're around, you'll do everything you can to make him see that he's not less of a man because of his disability. You know he's still scared that you'll pick Bjorn over him, the reason for the insane jealously going on between the two brothers, but the truth is you already made your choice. And you're not changing your mind.

“Of course I'll wait for you.” You say, not a hint of doubt on your voice. “I'll be on the decks, watching the boats arriving, searching for you among the people.” When Ivar smiles, you do the same, tiptoeing to place a kiss on his cheek. But when you feel his flesh, you're quick to notice you met his lips instead.

At the same time you freeze, you feel your entire body heating up. But then, you're fast to move, a hand coming to cup cheek as the other grabs the hard material of his vest, holding him close. You don't pull away, how could you? Not when you just realized you've been wanting to do this for so long. Smiling a little, you let him deepen the kiss, his free hand on your waist, pressing your body against his even more. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you feel completely inebriated by the warmth of his lips, his taste, everything.

But you still need to breathe, so you're forced to pull away, still standing close to him. You feel your cheeks burning, a smile on your lips that you just can't hold back. “That was something.” You mutter, clearing your throat.

“If I come back from this raid, tell me you'll be mine,” Ivar whispers, and you look up to meet those bright blue eyes once again. “I promise I won't ever take or love another woman.”

There's only one possible answer for this, but the truth is that somehow, you have been his since the beginning, you just didn't know. “You'll be mine, and I'll be yours.” Tiptoeing again, you place a quick kiss on his lips.

“And so it'll be.”

• • •

You both agreed on not letting the word out until after the raids. So, as the days and weeks pass by, you watch as people get ready, and you enjoy the many feasts Ragnar throws, but also the meals you share with the family alone. Hvitserk is the only one who knows about you and Ivar since he got you kissing by Ivar's bedroom door. But he won't tell anyone, or else, you swore to use him as a target to practice with the ax. But you trust him, you know he'll keep the secret as long as you want him to.

Bjorn is struggling. In the beginning, when he found out you were sleeping in Ivar's bedroom, he had this constant angry stare. Now, you're not sure what his plans are, but you know he hasn't given up yet. Ubbe told you that Bjorn still doesn't believe you made up your mind, because to him, it's insane that any woman would prefer Ivar over him. You don't care though. What he thinks doesn't matter. But you do catch him staring, and you're tired of trying not to let Ivar notice. It's almost always useless.

Tonight, it's a goodbye feast. They're sailing first thing tomorrow, many to their deaths, so today, everyone celebrates. You're dressed in a brand new dress, with the necklace Ivar gave you, as well as rings and earrings that we're also gifts from him. You're happy tonight, despite the anxiety building up in your chest.

“So. Do you want anything from your homeland?” Ivar asks, his mouth close to your ear to make himself heard above all the noise.

“I want you.” You answer, stealing a chicken wing from his plate and taking a bite. Ivar looks at you with an annoyed stare, eyes rolling at your audacity.

“You already have me.” He simply answers.

“Are you guys serious?” Hvitserk complains, dropping to the bench beside you. “If I ever fall in love and start acting like this, I give you both permission to punch me in the face.”

“You know I'll never forget this, right?.” You tell him, an arm around his shoulders. “I have a good memory, my friend.”

“You'll regret saying that,” Ivar warns him, and you giggle.

The night was long, but it ended too soon. You were awakened before the sun, so you could help Ivar with the last preparations. You did you're best not to look worried, but right now, walking next to him to the boat, you have to clench your hands into fists so nobody will see them shaking.

“That's it.” He says, turning to look at you. “Don't worry too much. I'll come back.”

“I know, Ivar the Boneless.” Some people pass by, so you look down at your feet. “Just be careful, alright?”

“I will.”

“Alright.” You know you've been keeping this a secret until he's back, but right now, it doesn't matter. Standing on your toes, you kiss him, slow and passionately, not minding the many eyes on both of you. It just doesn't matter. Pulling away, you smile, hoping this won't be the last kiss.

“So much for keeping a secret.” He says, smirking.

“Shut up.” You mutter, resting your head on his chest. “Just remember I'll be waiting.”

“I will,” Ivar says in a low voice, and with one more kiss, you let him get in the boat, making your way back to the decks, standing next to Aslaug.

The Queen has a look on her face, and you know she saw the kiss.

“Won't you say anything?” You mutter, feeling your cheeks burning.

“No.” She smiles, glancing at you. “I just think it'll be a long summer. For both of you.”

And, of course, Queen Aslaug was right.

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sharpwin101 · 4 years ago

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“EVERYTHING I DID, I DID FOR YOU”

N.B. Hey guys, I'm re-uploading this narrative due to previous grammar, spelling, punctuation, etc. mistakes. I'm completely bad at proofreading lol, and didn't take the time to read over, but after receiving some very impactful feedbacks on twitter, it gave me the motivation I needed to somewhat correct these mistakes🤞hopefully enough, finishing this fanfic, which I must say I'm quite excited for you guys to read.

S2 EP16 “EVERYTHING I DID, I DID FOR YOU”,

CHAPER 1

I don't get it? As tears stream down her cheeks,

Her thoughts raced as she remained in front of her bathroom mirror long enough to get agitated by her own self-pity.

She understood that harboring such feelings would not only be self-destructive, but would keep her trapped, she was mentally stronger, and refuses to let it sabotage the barrier she has construct throughout the years.

She knew conquering and embracing Max’s indecisiveness, was just a question of time. That continues to fail him terribly, repeatedly, to define them, what they meant to each other, wondering how much longer, if not impossible, it will be for him to embrace and overcome his own fetters to unleash what he truly feels.

Will he ever? she’s impel to believed, naively unaware of her imperceptiveness to his true desire, behind his barriers, causing her to suspect mistakenly,

Questing “does he feels the same”

She paces back and forth, flipping her heels off with a small grimace, scattering them on the floor.

Fervently turning to her living room, with an instant wipe of her tears, in the direction of the liquor cupboard, pulling the first wine bottle her hand came across, desperate for a wine opener, she run-walk towards the kitchen, leaving nearly all of the drawers open while probing through.

She spotted the opener. Yes, yes! Clutches it obstinately, relieved.

As she holds the bottle inverted between her knees, she struggled to open it a bit, her mind still being indistinct after their encounter, temporarily forgotten how to open the wine bottle.

(The wine cork flew free)

She hastily turns it to her head, gulping it down as if she didn't have time to consume it a bit slower, inadvertently spilling it on her.

Crap!

Returning to the bathroom in search of her robe, while undressing herself and gulping more wine down her throat.

Being the clean freak she is, immediately after, she brought her clothing towards the laundry room, as she senses the impending intoxication looming over her.

(Crash)The wine bottle slipped from her deft grip and shattered on the floor.

she slowly slumped to the floor, leaning against the laundry door for support grappling to sit up. While her clothes slowly unfold from her arms, As she casts a longing glare into space.

She ruminate aloud, frustratedly.

What is wrong with me? Staring up towards the roof, as though she was seeking answers to all of life's unanswered questions from a greater Entity.

Why I’m I so unlucky?

I fought on, knowing that I wasn't even sure whether I'd be ready too, if you chose me then or now, she added, laughing.

All the walls I've worked so hard to build, comes crumbling down whenever I see, I can’t comprehend it.

As she gently holds the nape of her neck, breathing deeply, with her left hand supporting her head, while facing down. I don't want to lose control; I can't lose control.

You say these significant things,

you look at me in the way you do, and then you do nothing? How can I fight for that?

You asked me why I did what I did, despite the fact that you already knew the answer. I asked you to define us;

what exactly, this, we are? as she motioned for answers

I've given you so much, and I tried so hard not to but it's as if all my rationale goes out the window when you're in danger. (laughing sarcastically at her self).

For God sake, you yelled at me.......... whenever I try to help.

I have these fantasies about you before getting out of bed, I've tried to ignore it; believe me, I have (laughing)

now I'm just here talking to myself.

As her gaze wandered around the room, she became irritated by the smashed wine bottle.

“ FIGHT FOR US”,

CHAPERT 2

(KNOCKING) She tilted her head, confusedly glancing towards the front door, wondering if it was the alcohol or someone was actually at the door.

Struggling to get up from the floor, as she continues to listen attentively to hear whether the knocking was coming from her front door. She slightly slipped when grabbing for her phone on the kitchen counter, to check the time.

11:43pm

Tightening her robe as she wiped her face, pondering, a few names flashed through her mind, But why would they not call? silently muttering to herself. Her phone started to ring as soon as the knocking ceased. Resuming her attention to her phone, which lids up, displaying "Dr. Max Goodwin” with a slight discontent look, she responded, still gazing at the door, nervously biting down on her index finger.

What, what do you want? She answered.

"I'm at your door; will you let me in?". Quickly swallowing her saliva, her heart races, instantly lowering her phone to her side, with a million thoughts rushes through her head as she looked at the messed she had created, quickly ending his call. She began picking up her clothes from the floor and rushed to the washroom, staring at her flushed face, unbothered at this point and didn't care whether he noticed she was crying.

She trudged towards the front door, spotting her bed slippers and pulls them on. Briefly pausing before opening the door.

There he was, standing in front of her. Casually dressed, in blue jeans, a grey t-shirt, and his black jacket, which she had seen him in before.

Trying not to look into his eyes, but he has already peered right into hers. Struck by how small and delicate she looks outside the walls of the hospital, becoming completely lost in her eyes, unable to speak. 'Um, I... What are you doing here? she asked, before he could finish his sentence.

Were you crying? With a slight head tilt, she rolled her eyes irritably as she turns her back on him, leaving the door ajar. What are you doing here, Max?, her voice raised rather than normal. The frustration in her voice perplexed him. I wanted to ‘Um, before noticing the shattered wine bottle on her floor.

As she reaches to get the mob and dustpan from the storage area adjacent to her kitchen. He watches her as she teeters, shutting the drawers that she left open earlier.

As she approaches the spilt wine on the floor, she kept her eyes lowered trying not to look him into his. He detects her shakiness as she extends the broom over the shattered wine bottle. No! he said, with no intent, to say it so loudly. Reaching his hands towards the broom.

Let me help, she still persisted. He gently withdrew the broom from her grasp when she walked away towards another section of her apartment, as his eyes followed her.

He disposed the shattered glass in the trash can, placing the mob and dustpan into the already opened storeroom.

In search of her, he returned to the living room area. noticing she had her back to him, curled up on her couch in a sitting position, fully wrapped in a blanket that matches the color of his shirt.

He stood behind her for minute before approaching.

Placing his hand on her shoulder as he walks to the side of the couch. She shivers at his touch just enough for it to go unnoticed while still looking down.

Seating next to her, he tries to get her attention. Helen, she did not respond. I'm sorry.... As he questioned. Are you okay? Placing her right palm on her forehead, displaying a tiny discomfort. She muttered, I have a minor headache. ‘Um, do you have any pain relievers? Instantly patted his forehead after, quickly realizing she wouldn't be able to take it seeing that she was drinking. Hastily corrects himself, do you want me to make you some tea? she fixes her gaze on him.

Please let me make you tea, while he makes his usual puppy eyes at her.

She gave her approval with a nod. Where are your…...? Instructing him with a finger while drawing the blanket back up to her shoulders. He stood up lively, walking towards her kitchen, absolutely taken aback by how tidy and organized her apartment looked.

Already knowing what kind of tea because they both enjoy it the same, reaching into the pantry for the box of tea bags on the lower shelf, pulling a cup from the washer and placing it on the hot water kettle. He spoons in 1/2 teaspoon of sugar exactly how she likes it. While leaning his back on the counter.

As he waited for the water to heat up, he indulged in his thoughts, gazing around her kitchen.

The whistling from the kettle stopped, with relieved he turned around, adding the hot water to the tea bag and returning to her,

With a wide smile on his face, he hands her the cup, she noticed he didn't have his wedding ban, she looked into his eyes as her hands extends to take the cup. He noticed that she noticed, with a little distance between them, he sat beside her in silence.

on her third sip of tea, he glances at her and proceeded to apologize.

I should never have let you walk out that door, ‘I, I.... I have tried to hide this. It's been hard,

It almost drove me completely insane. As she looked at him, intently listening

I've tried to hold back, since the day we met.......................... It's been eating me alive knowing I felt this way while being married and had already started a family,

but I can't deny that I haven't felt this, not any more, he remarked, shaking his head.

For the longest time, I felt guilty, knowing I had felt this way about you,

if I let you slip out of my life, without trying, to fighting for us, I will not survive it,

I see you, Helen. it’s just that sometimes it takes me a minute, to remember what matters more than anything, you.

He drew closer to her, as she sets the tea cup on the center table. Helen,

I’m ready to fight. Fight for you, for Us.

Every time you've been near me, I've wanted to do stuff to you, imagining what it would be like.

You are undeniably BEAUTIFUL and sexy, and I need to have you, in all the ways I have been dreaming of.

She swallows her nonexistent saliva as he got closer. With her mouth partially open, uncontrollably batting her eyes at him. She searches his eyes, while he searches hers for permission, to touch her, intimately. Placing his left hand on the right side of the back of her neck sliding his fingers upward, gently holding on to her hair, a rush of adrenaline prickled her stomach, as he watched the whooshing of her breathing, thinking how soft on silky the growths of her hair felt.

She needed him to touched her, she needed to grip him closer, but her body was weak, weak to his touch. As they stared intensely at each other, their faces being only a few inches apart, tightening his grip on her hair, causing her to slightly tilted her head back, finally freeing of her temporary paralysis, she grabs hold to his muscular arm with her left hand, while clutching his side with her other hand.

He knew he was in charge, and she wanted him, his lips being a inch closer to hers, her eyelids, fill down slowly closing.

Their lips touch, as their bodies tingles, her chest rises, left her feeling like she had no air. The instant chemistry they felt, was uncontrollable. His thinking slowed when his lips met hers. Time becoming unknown, as if he were in a dream, how warm and crazily soft her lips were.

As they draw each other deeper and further into each other's sanctum, thrusting herself up with a knee for support.

Has he pauses, looking intently into her eyes, slowly begin rolling her robe over her shoulder.

In complete awe of how clear and smooth her skin appears, while stirring her down. He notices she was wearing a black lace bra that matches her thong, which complemented her skin tone well, lost in her eyes, before entirely removing her robe. As she gets back up on both knees, yanking his jacket off, while he impatiently helped her to removed his shirt.

Unbuckling his belt, she unzip his jeans. Holding her by the lower portion of her cheeks, he punches his tongue into her mouth. Resting his back on the couch, hoisted her up on top of him.

feeling her body, with both his hands on her waist, recognizing how small it was in comparison to her hips, being considerably wider. She bends her knees and places her hands on the couch over his shoulder. As his tongue trails down her neck, while unclipping her bra, struggling a little.

Carefully pulling it off, her hands fill to her side, looking down at him, when he stroked her breast with his hands, causing her head to fall back uncontrollably, as a rush of adrenaline went to her vulva, gasping harder as he places his mouth over her tit, slowly sliding his hand into her thong concomitantly.

He gave her a look, realizing she was already lubricated, as she gasped for breath somewhat dropping her upper body backwards as his hand quickly supported her back, her mouth flew wide open, when he slid his index and middle finger in an upward motion on her clit.

She moaned loudly as he stroked it faster, her body slipping in and out of his grip, being a fraction of a second from an orgasm, he halted.

He hoisted her up positioning her back laying on the couch, with one of his hands intertwined with hers above her head. He opens her legs slightly with his bent knee, while she bends her knees up to give him access. Passionately kissing her while caressing her clit with his right fingers. Her heart races. As he drags his tongue in between her breasts, he releases her hands as he went down further, trailing his tongue towards her navel, causing her tummy to jerked.

He elevates his head up as he pulls himself down more to her vulva, while holding on to her hips. He tasted her, swiftly clinging to the cushion behind her, unable to keep her legs steady as he licks her clit. (she rapidly gasp for air).

She weakly tries to pull him up, with her orgasm being at it’s peek, moving back towards her lips, as they exchanged sensual glances. Using his hands as a support to keep himself upright while holding on to his already-erected dick. He puts the blanket under her back to elevate her slightly.

Penetrating her. Max, she screamed, quivering and gasping for breath, as she looks deeply into his eyes, attempting to caress the side of his face, (while she bit her bottom lip, as he went in deeper, she clutches onto him.

His sweat drips on her skin, as he moans, they couldn’t get enough of each other.

As he penetrates deeper, harder and faster inside her, he tightens his grasp around her waist. As they drew closer, their moans became more even louder.

Fuck! he shouted as he ejaculated his semen into her, simultaneously in the instant of her orgasm relief. They both felt to the ground. Looking at each other, completely in awe.

He extends his hand to the side of her face, pulling her in, to cuddled her.

#new amsterdam #helen sharpe #max goodwin #freema agyeman #ryan eggold #helen #max #nbc #nbc new amsterdam #sharpwin

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bourbon-ontherocks · 4 years ago

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(Previously, on GG rewatch...)

Aaaaah, I remember February 2020 me, anxiously waiting for this premiere and Beth's expression of grief... How naive of me, right?

"This person that you knew... or whatever" I CAN SEE BETH'S BRAIN REPLACING THIS "WHATEVER" BY A GIANT "FUCKED"!!!!!!

Every time I see Lucy on screen I regret that we didn't get to see her more, every line that comes out of her mouth is pure gold

I get that the girls had to invole JT to test the cash, but do they really have to tell him EVERYTING about their recipe? Isn't that, what's the word again, oh yeah, DUMB??

Oh snap, isn't that where @missmaxime's blog title comes from?

KRYSTAL!!!!!!!

I'm not sure about how schools work in the US, but is Marcus going to the same school Jane does? In which case, why didn't Beth know Rhea before/ran across Rio at random PTA events? And if they're not in the same school, how did Beth get Marcus a spot in the soccer team? And how did she track down Rhea while not even knowing Marcus' name (it hasn't actually ever been pronounced out loud on the show)?

I'd like to point out to everyone that if Beth managed to sign-up Marcus to anything at school then she knows his LAST NAME...

Enjoying my last minutes of Turner on screen... This choice of a romantic song for him visiting Rio's room isn't coincindental, mwahahaha!!

What? Lucy's got more than one bird? Where are they??

This first exchange between Lucy and the girls is absolutely surreal. Like, any normal human being would run out of here immediately. Nobody's acting sane. This show is nuts

"You know how you help the family of the guy you ended?" "Yeah, you get a teardrop tattoo and you call it a day." Um, Mick does have a teardrop tattoo, right?

"Thinking of you" Aaaaaah, I love a good Turner double-entendre!!! Also Beth's look in that scene is probably my favourite ever

So, um throwing the money in the fire (since when any of them has a chimney BTW?? I thought this couch was facing the TV) is an extremely dramatic move, but couldn't they just, you know, bury it in the attic and wait for the dust to settle??

Diane explaining to Sara how to fix her gag reflex is one of my favourite comedy moments of this show, like ever.

"All to pay for something that anybody on planet Earth would expect to be covered." Literally me, every time I hear about the US healthcare system. Poor Gwen, though...

Bhahaha, I love that this show tried to make us believe that Beth was pregnant this season while she's literally getting wine-drunk in the premiere!

I know that it's a controversial opinion, but Annie's desperate quest for batteries and toothbrush adventures crack me up every time, and the fact that she doesn't even once think about using her hands says a lot. Also I have questions about this Minions toothbrush: who uses it in Annie's home?? It looks like a kid's thing that Ben would probably discard, but the way it was proeminently sitting in the bathroom shows that it's used often...

Hahaha, I like that Beth tells her kids she'll "ask daddy" about painting the room purple but just didn't do it and went for the painbrush!!!

... Did Rio timed his ambush operation on Turner just so he could reach gold status at the hotel?? Extremely on brand

Okay new theory: Kowalski is actually Rio's real last name. They would have gone for something less improbable for a fake name, rule number one of fake ID is to sound plausible so you don't get caught.

RIP Jimmy, you'll be missed

Bonus 1: I’m totally losing it on this stuffed lion in the back and the idea that it’s now taking some space in one of Rio’s storage units...

Bonus 2: Isn’t she gorgeous?

#gg rewatch #find your beach #also can someone explain to me what's the point of Below Deck??#I mean I get that NBC promotes its other shows through gg but this one sounds like an improbable concept

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retphienix · 4 years ago

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Phasmophobia maps ranked (totally objective, no opinions here, super srs, psyche gottem it's all opinions)

Brownstone High School

I won't sugar coat it, I didn't even bother going inside for a screenshot for this entry because I hate high school.

Now to be fair, I'm down to play high school whenever, I want to get better at it and I believe that should speed things up a bit and make it more fun.

And HS is the map I think of when I think of running a full 4 man!

But beyond a full 4 man HS is too big, too boring, and too annoying to solve.

It's long hallway with a million rooms after long hallway with a million rooms after small reprieve of finding a science lab or gym followed by long hallway with a million rooms followed by going upstairs to do it all over again.

THERE ARE TOO MANY CLASSROOMS AND I KNOW THAT'S THE POINT

But when the gameplay revolves around finding the room where the ghost is hanging around having these many rooms AND hallways can really drag things out.

Now to be honest, when you have the room on lockdown it's a fun map to maneuver and solve!

So if you walk in the front door and hear something fall over in a specific direction it immediately becomes more playable!

But if you walk in and the ghost is being a quiet asshole then you're in for the least fun you can have in phasmo in my opinion.

Just a bunch of "PLEASE DO SOMETHING" shouting and holding your EMF or thermo practically begging for something to happen.

Bottom tier, worst map, don't like it.

It doesn't even have unique collectibles to make up for the fact that it's a big map so you won't find the bone!

Hardly necessary (though I argue all maps need those) but definitely worth dropping a mention on top of being hallway simulator.

Too many rooms and boring hallways out of 9

Edgefield Street House

Edge honestly doesn't deserve to be next to HS but someone had to be and Edge gets the dishonor purely because it's the most middling map in the game.

Edge is fine.

Edge is passable.

Edge is simple and clean.

Edge isn't exciting is the problem, but it is still a fun one.

The houses aren't renown for being the most interesting; Their job is to be middling and accessible and they get the job done just fine. Edge just happens to be the most middling.

With a first floor that's underutilized, I mean the ghost is in the kitchen if they are here at all let's be real.

Garage is meh, living room is a rare spot for anything to happen, there's a weird back exit area that is never used ever for anything?

First floor is clearly an afterthought for the ghost but it gets the job done.

I actually really dig the basement layout, but I've never once seen a ghost spawn there lol. It's mostly just a place to turn on the power and hide in the locker and that's fine.

The 'star' of Edge is the upstairs which has roughly 9 billion rooms and locations for you to hide, scientists are still counting the exact amount.

You want the blunt end of that?

It's entirely playable- it's safe as hell even since there's a closet every 3 inches- but it's not the most interesting thing for an entire map to be "Go upstairs, look at the 15 doors because one is probably about to open for you and that's the ghost room"

Runs of Edge are a bit too 'samey' since so much of the real-estate is upstairs and it's so dense.

Edge is fine. The most 'passable' map in rotation that I won't complain about but I'm never stoked to head to.

Passable out of 9

Asylum

I'll be honest and say I'm not being thorough with asylum.

It's among my least played, but that doesn't mean my least enjoyed.

It's got a really fun reverb on voices, it's genuinely fun to wander through, but it just feels some strange level of 'too big' while still being... not that?

I dunno how to say it.

But the 1st floor is annoying to clear out with its layout and sure that's inexperience talking-

While the bottom floor is fun due to the aesthetic but it's in a weird place of being overly simplistic.

The bottom floor is just a big hallway with rooms on either side.

That's not the most interesting layout- though it is fun to hide down there, with bathrooms and other makeshift spots to hide behind in most rooms which makes the hallway less threatening.

Asylum is weird, the layout goes between annoying and overly simple between the two floors and it feels too 'wide' for what it has to offer.

AND YET

I like aslyum.

I never play it, but I like it.

Shweppsi out of 9

Tanglewood Street House

Tangle we all know it and what's there to say.

A little bit, to be honest :)

It's the smallest map around and it's a great first map to learn the ropes.

Tangle's strongest feature is its layout- it's both interesting and fun to experience in multiple runs.

I love the little trio of rooms (and bathrooms/closet space) on the left side of the house, the way it's a little mini hallway for two of them (and a bathroom), then deeper in to the left of the living room is the master bedroom, I dig that.

I dig the garage too, the way it's connected to a laundry room feels really nice, but let's be honest every ghost ever in Tangle is in the kitchen.

Sure that's not literally true and I've had a ton in the first room on the left or the bathroom on the left, but that kitchen is where every run on Tangle ends up- with everyone hanging out asking for the ghost to show themselves.

Also the basement is lame, nothing ever happens there and there's no real hiding from what I can tell, just run upstairs to one of the closets.

All said, you take the good design with the bad of being so small every run feels about the same and you end up with Tangle.

I really like Tangle as a beginner map and to revisit for the layout, but I won't lie, kitchen ghosts here are lame and common.

Still not bad enough to outweigh the good, Tangle is a winner.

Tutorial out of 9

Grafton Farmhouse

Once upon a time Grafton was my favorite farmhouse but, well, it's here and the other hasn't been mentioned yet.

Grafton is one of those maps with few "locker" style hiding spots, but unlike a lot of the other maps that emphasize hiding behind things I just never feel comfortable hiding on Grafton- and not in a tense way, in a "The AI is gonna ignore this and walk around and peer out the window for no reason which will prompt it to see me anyway, won't it?" kind of way.

There are some lockers in the storage upstairs now which is nice because the ghost spawns there like 80% of the time.

First floor : Left is dining/kitchen/and a back room. Between those the kitchen is pretty popular for the ghost but also is a spot where orb ghosts can be assholes who hide their orbs for no reason.

Right side is a living room, two bedrooms, and a laundry room, these are some pretty nice spots for the ghost to be because there ARE hiding spots, but their accessibility kinda depends on where in any of these rooms the ghost decides to spawn, making the hunts pretty fun.

Genuinely this right side of the first floor is a win, I dig this area and when the ghost hangs out here.

Upstairs has a shitty terrible awful room where you die (far left), a bathroom where nothing ever happens, and a room with an attached back room/storage that the ghost LOVES to be in to an obscene degree.

Grafton is fine all around, a good hunt location, but really it's where the hiding spots are and where the ghost likes to be that make it just less fun for me.

It's almost always "Upstairs back room / Kitchen / Left Bedroom on first floor" and the repetition of my luck makes it less fun. (though, again, that bedroom is fine because that cluster of rooms is a fun one).

At least there's voodoo dolls out of 9

Ridgeview Road House

Ridge is cool!

It's easy as hell but it's just nicely divvied up, it's one of those maps that benefits from having a very nice layout that leads to games feeling very different depending on the ghost room.

I like the basement, but nothing ever happens there I swear.

The first floor as a whole has some nice spots, anything on the left can be hidden away in the garage lockers (which are at the far end which makes it a little tense which is nice!)

Anything on the right is a little less safe feeling because that back room is terrible, honestly safer to run upstairs to a closet.

And finally anything upstairs is standard house affair- a ton of hiding closets and a good amount of rooms but not 9 billion rooms like Edge.

Ridge is nice. It's small, easy, and well spaced.

Strong layout out of 9

Willow Street House

Willow really is small as sin, but I dig the look a lot.

I also like how hiding is a 'behind furniture' affair unlike a lot of the other houses with their plentiful closets.

My favorite area is the basement, which sadly makes for a less than stellar photo, but I love the multiple rooms in the basement and the lighting in those rooms.

Upstairs has a very different feel from the other houses which does a lot for making it feel fresh as well, definitely the most immediate thing most will notice when playing it since Tange/Ridge/Edge all feel the same due to the aesthetic they carry.

All in all it's my favorite house right now, but I'm curious on its lasting power for that.

It definitely helps that the map is built around hiding spots instead of hiding closets because it's a lot more fun crouching behind a dryer or cutting corners to get behind a dresser than it is to just hold a door shut and know you're effectively immortal as long as you don't talk.

Between the aesthetic and the unique layout it's come this high on my list WHILE being a bit buggy from being brand new, so that says something at least.

A joy to hunt on out of 9

Bleasdale Farmhouse

One of the two farmhouses and for a while my lesser fave, but it's grown on me the more I've played it.

Bleas doesn't emphasize lockers as much as hiding behind changing 'curtain' deals and after giving it a shot, it grew on me a lot- probably my favorite form of hiding spot because you can often still see the ghost as they come right up to you and walk away.

The highlights of Bleas will always be the immensely safe back room where the breaker can spawn- there are lockers here and it makes a fairly safe cut away for most events on the first floor because most events on the first floor are in the kitchen/dining area anyway with the rest of the first floor mostly being dormant in my runs.

The terrible terrible terrible attic which I hate and love at the same time.

it has hiding spots but whenever I have to use them it's highly unlikely I make it to them in time.

It's just a terrible place to be.

And the second floor is a pretty great one tbh! Mostly because there's a nice central hiding spot and the entire area is divided up pretty nicely for ghost stuff- unless you get hallway, fuck when it's hallway. It's the WHOLE hallway as far as I can tell and that's just stupid!

Bleas is a winner for sure, definitely beats the likes of Edge with ease, there's never a dull time hiding behind the privacy curtains- oh and this map has voodoo dolls! I firmly believe all the maps need more collectibles so this one having some is a boon for sure

"We got fingerprints on all the windows in the kitchen!!!" out of 9

Prison

TIME FOR THE BEST BOY!

PRISON!!!!

How to explain it.

When I started Phasmo my least favorite maps were the bigger ones, I hated feeling lost and like the ghost took too long to find all while the houses were fast and easy to understand.

But then I tried Prison and everything changed.

Talk about a beautifully laid out big map!

The sounds, the various hotspots, the fact that it's somehow big as hell without ever feeling too big and empty- I love prison.

Gushing aside, Prison is basically split up into 3 segments.

Main building, A block, B block.

And the unfortunate truth of prison is that the Main building is where most action seems to happen... doubled down with the truth that if the ghost IS in either block then they are significantly more dangerous to occasionally unfair degrees.

Yet despite that it consistently ends up being the most fun map for me to play through!

It all comes down to layout. The main building has a lot of little 'segments' which encourage you to run during a hunt differently, and the blocks are intimidating in their own way because going upstairs in them feels like signing your will.

I'd love to say more, but it's just the most fun one, so that's that.

Best map out of 9... I heard a cell door open, let's get towards A block.

I know it's just a random post of mine and all but hey, what's your take on the maps?

I'd like to hear what some arguments for other faves might be- especially if someone is a die hard HS fan, lol.

#RetPlays #Phasmophobia

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killian-whump · 5 years ago

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I don't know if I'm a Colin fan yet. Never heard of him before until now with the Right Stuff (Space nerd here!) and I thought he was good looking so I thought I'd watch some of his work but I have to say I don't like his Hook character because he's a bully and a misogynist and I hate his rape jokes. I stopped watching Once Upon because I think Hook would ruin Colin for me and I really want to like him in TRS. Any recommendations of better characters of him? Characters not like hook. Thanks!

Hi! I’m excited to meet you! :D My sister is a HUGE space nerd, so I have a soft spot for other space nerds ;) And I’m also excited for TRS!!!

First off, I want to let you know that Colin himself is a sweet, precious little human bean sprout and just about as unproblematic of a person as you could ever hope to be a fan of. And I’m not just saying that because I am a fan. It’s, like, a Real Actual Fact, agreed on by just about everybody. Like, I literally cannot possibly express just how likable this guy is.

However... He’s one of those actors who likes playing roles as different from himself as possible - and that means he plays a lot of dark, complex, conflicted characters. He tends to like playing Bad Boys, because he’s such a Good Boy in real life ;) But! He has played some Okay Boys and even some Good Boys, too :) I’ll run through some of his roles real quick here and let you know what to avoid at all costs and what to check out. I added links where you can view some of the stuff online, if possible :)

Check Out:The Clinic: Unfortunately, the person who had uploaded all of his scenes from this Irish TV show took the clips down awhile back and I don’t know if anyone has uploaded them again yet :/ But his character in this show is a sweet guy with some mental health issues, and is overall a Very Good Boy. He kinda takes a turn near the end of his run on the show, when his character stops taking his meds and gets manic and starts acting out, but I don’t think it would be disturbing or make you dislike him.The Tudors: He’s only in one episode, but Duke Philip is sweet :)The Euthanizer: This one deals with suicide, and Colin’s character hires a guy to help him kill himself. So if that might be triggering for you, you’ll want to avoid it... but other than THAT, Colin’s character himself is a good guy.The Rite: Creepy movie about exorcisms, but Colin’s character is totally enjoyable! Also has Anthony Hopkins :)The Words: This is a music video by Christina Perri that Colin’s in :)The Dust Storm: His character is a pretty good guy in this one, even though there’s lots of problematic activity going on - TONS of drinking, and lots of indiscriminate sexual activity. But it’s mostly due to the bad influence of the female lead, so Colin’s character is pretty palatable.

AVOID:Carrie Pilby: He plays a total scuzbucket of a professor here.Storage 24: His character is a macho jerkface. There’s also an alien.What Still Remains: Run, don’t walk, away from this one XD His character’s a total nutter and his lack of care towards the female lead’s consent (or lack thereof) is a major plot point.

ON THE FENCE:Call Girl: He’s so young, he’s practically a fetus in this one, and it’s only 15 minutes long. His character is... weird. Very weird.Love Is The Drug: I haven’t actually seen this one yet, because AFAIK, it’s only available on an Irish app that I don’t have access to. I think he’s a football (soccer) hooligan type of guy. He has a weird buzz cut.Rebel Heart, Proof, Wild Decembers: He’s not really in any of these long enough to even form an opinion about his character ;)

As for Hook... He does get better. He stops being a villain and falls in love with Emma (the female lead). Also, in S7, he plays an alternate version of Hook who is cursed into a modern persona named Detective Rogers, and he is an absolute sweetie-pie

#colin o'donoghue #hello new friend #<3 #anonymous #kw ask box

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uriduriragwaenchana · 6 years ago

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All of your attention pt1 || Wong Yukhei (f)

a/n: a very cute anon requested this a while ago. I'm sorry it took so long I was trying to make sure I had enough information on the subject to write about it😅thank you for bearing with me

genre: fluff! cafe!au Its a little dramatic but so am I so..

words: approx. 2.6k

summary: Why would he think ignoring him was something anyone could do on purpose?

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"I brought you help," He smiled with all of his teeth, his eyes squeezing shut as he tossed a look back to where he'd left the stranger, the new boy, petting the animals. That was exactly how it started.

Johnny had worked at the puppy cafe for quite a while before you'd been hired and he'd done a number when it came to marketing and advertising the small place, tucked away on the far end of a busy shopping district.

His face helped, he wasn't bad looking; he was actually quite stunning and he was even more charming and friendly once you got over thinking how people really weren't allowed to look like that-- coupled with the visual of his tall frame feeding and caring for small animals and making frappecionos with a towel over his shoulder-- well, you can imagine why there were always people in the store and a small line down the street.

Aside from that he made a mean cup of coffee and kept little cute flyers with him so that even when he was approached randomly or met someone at a supermarket or elsewhere, he'd hand it to them and smile and then they'd come running through the door the first chance they got.

He was sociable and easy to talk to and sometimes he invited his friends to watch him work, which usually consisted of them ignoring him and spending the afternoon playing with cute pups. They were wellmannered and just as goodlooking and made easy conversation with you when they weren't giving their undivided attention to the animals or when you tended to their glasses for refills.

The days when Johnny was off were noticably more quiet and easy going, which you preferred. Sure, you enjoyed his company but when it was busy, it was hard for you to concentrate and stay focused, and most of all it was hard to make out what any one of the customers were saying when there was soft music from the speakers, puppies barking and growling and chatter, with 'ooohs' and 'aaahs' directed almost always toward Johnny.

Oh and the puppies.

Today was no different, save for a few middle schoolers sipping distractedly on iced coffee with two, mild mannered labs sat on the seat next to them, eager for any sort of attention.

You didn't expect Johnny to come in today because he'd called in earlier about his practice running a little late and you most certainly did not expect for him to bring friends. Luckily you were facing the door, cleaning up after Yuki; the toffee coloured shitzu, otherwise you'd have missed the little bell on the door ding and Johnny coming in, followed into the store by another giant boy with the biggest, most endearing eyes and an oversized blue sweater and messy, soft brown hair.

The puppies went straight for the stranger like they'd been waiting for his return (even if you were sure you'd never seen him before) and started licking and wagging excitedly as he ran his hands over them, eyes alight in jovial delight.

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Ever since then, the tiny, fairly profitable puppy cafe had had a new addition to its staff. Lucas-- who reminded you so much of Sushi, the doe-eyed beagle mix that always found the strangest assortment of accessories from god knows where around the store and dropped them at your feet-- wasn't much older than you were and probably half as capable. He was a clutz and a little bit of a ditz and you suspected that it was that naïve charm about him that was so endearing to the customers. They never seemed to get mad or impatient with him when he mixed up an order or put a little too much sugar in the drinks and he drew the younger kids in by the boatload. The coffeemaker was his nemesis and the trio of pugs that were brought in by one of the usual customers-- a high school boy with soft smiling eyes and beautiful lashes--named Blondie, Raven And Carmine respectively, always made his life miserable.

You would admit, however that Lucas was kind of cute. His hair was always a fluffy storm, like he'd ran his hands through it too many times in one second. His hands dwarfed the puppies and most of the kitchen appliances and utensils. His mannerisms were also kind of adorable; he mumbled a lot to himself--which you found out when he was training, and only because you'd been looking at him directly. He was asked to make a basic iced coffee and when he moved behind the counter to begin, immediately started the inner and sometimes outer conversation with the appliances. You could read his lips but at some point you'd decided there were multiple languages involved and you wouldn't try to decipher that.

Overall, very cute.

He wasn't however, as articulate or friendly as Johnny; who now spent more time out of the store now that Lucas had begun his shifts more regularly. He'd been a recurring staff member for a little over two months now and during that time, Lucas hadn't tried speaking to you unless he had to and tended to side step you altogether. You hadn't minded at first, you were a little shy about certain things about yourself and it was fine, if only a little hurtful but you weren't going to make trouble unless he was being rude.

You were perfectly content to remain cordial colleges; you each had your routine duties-- he took out the trash and cleaned the dog's sleeping area, you cleaned and stacked chairs on close up and took care of the counter and kitchen area. You both fed and cared for the animals and washed the dishes in peaceful silence-- and you were comfortable enough in his presence to get through the day without major upset. Until one day he broke part of the coffee machine and you'd decided to make the executive decision, after calling Johnny and talking about it for five minutes; to close up shop about an hour early, put the pups away to their little room in the back wih sufficient food and toys to entertain them, and try to fix the machine since it only seemed like the lever had detatched itself in Lucas' all-encompassing grip.

"What do we do?" his hands found their way into his hair as he turned to you when you'd came back, shoving the phone into your apron.

"We can try to fix it, no biggie," You assured the little big baby standing and staring, absolutely distraught. He was truly adorable.

It in fact, was a biggie and before the minute of faux repairing was up, there were more loose parts than you knew what to do with and very little idea of what to do next. You did not want to call Johnny with this information. You wanted to believe you were more than capable of doing this on your own. You were not inept; the coffee machine was Lucas' enemy, not yours.

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Some time during the next half hour, Lucas had managed to find a toolbox in the storage room, the cafe had been closed for much longer than you'd have liked and both of you were still no closer to fixing the machine than you'd been when you started. Your patience with the contraption was starting to wear a bit thin and Lucas was visibly agitated-- kind of the first truly negative emotion you'd seen him express.

"This isn't working," you didn't hear the metal wrench clank against the tile countertops, but you did see Lucas plop down into the plushy seat Johnny had purchased at a flea market and stuck behind the counter for 'atmosphere', his full lips pulling together in an exaggerated pout. "Oh geez, its all my fault too."

"Not really." Yes really... "You've actually been doing really great so far," You were not entirely sure what prompted you to respond, honestly. He wasn't speaking to you, but you'd managed to make out what he said and he looked like very much like a wounded puppy. You wanted to at least lessen whatever he was feeling and your heart may have lurched a little when he looked up at you from his seat, eyes wide and a little bit of a smile dancing at the corner of his mouth.

"I mean you put a little too much effort in sometimes but... " you rushed, letting the sentence hang and turning away as your face began to sear, back to your task at hand. If you looked him in the eye again you were sure you would crumble and right now, you wanted nothing more than to fix the stupid machine and get back to work.

There was a beat before you felt movement at your back and spun, immediately met face to chest with Lucas' mass of body.

"You're doing it again," he said crowding your space like it wasn't even yours to begin with. Everything was a blur and before you realised what had happened, your lower back was met with a lever on the machine and you were sandwhiched between the two, confused and flustered. Your most innate reaction was to try to put some space between the two of you. He was much too close; you could practically feel his body through his clothes and your brain was starting to dissasociate with this personal space nonsense. You forced your hands up though, and angled your body away as best you could without impaling yourself further on the now, broken coffee maker.

"Doing what?" you sputtered, trying to keep eye contact with him somehow so you could try to pick up what he was saying but also trying to regain some of your composure. Lucas wasn't having any of it though, completely oblivious to your struggle as he tilted his head to look down at you.

"You're ignoring me. You've been doing it since I got here; I try to talk to you or ask you questions like when we do dishes and stuff because I'm really trying and this is really hard, but you keep ignoring me and I'm kind of hurt and annoyed." His eyebrows furrowed and he was pouting again. You were very hyper aware of all his facial details and not the not so subtle changes in his expression; the unreal process of a frown glossing over his features was kind of mesmerising.

Why was he so... pretty?

He was too close.

Your breath got stuck in your throat and you froze as the implications of what he had said dawned on you. Of course Johnny hadn't told him; he was too kind, too Johnny. He would want your business to be your business. He would let you confide in Lucas on your own like you'd done with him. A very small part of you kind of wished he had told him so you wouldn't have to go through this again now, but you realized that potentially would have been worse than his entrappment. Apart from this being the most he's ever said to you-- well now you knew that probably wasn't true-- you had a good few of reasons to be taken aback.

Why would he think ignoring him was something anyone could do on purpose? Surely he was aware of how large he was; physically and personality-wise as well? This did seem to explain his occasional mild standoffishness and you thought back to all the times your back must have been turned to him and he'd probably tried to say something to you.

Poor kid; he was trying his best and struggling and he was just trying to talk to you or make a friend. You wanted to facepalm but your hands were keeping you alive so you settled for groaning softly. Would apologising even help?

Not if you weren't going to tell him.

You swallowed another groan and attempted again to put some space between you. This time Lucas got the message and took one tentative step back. That did nothing, but it was enough for you to bring a hand up to brush some of your short hair behind your ear, revealing the tan aid you had in today. You didn't usually wear them, but you were kind of glad you did because now you didn't have to focus on explaining, just keeping the anxiety and embarrassment from showing on your face. People very rarely cared, most did however and decided against any type of relationship with you because of it.

"I don't ignore you on purpose," was all you could get past your lips at this point.

Lucas retook the space he'd just barely given you, reaching a hand up and out to you. You held your breath; your first instinct again, to move. Move and then panic although the latter seemed to sprint ahead first. What if he was trying to touch it? You were not an animal. And you were going to muster some annoyance to tell him off or at the very least move away, but his hand stopped short, grazing your skin, stroking your cheek ever so lightly before he pulled back half second later. He was staring and all that served to do was make your skin hot and your knees waver in and out of stability. This was a very bad idea and he needed to stop looking at you like you were... normal. He wasn't staring at it, although he had briefly glanced, but rather he was staring at you, his eyes settling on yours.

"What?" you tried to keep the anticipation out of your voice. This was killing you. His eyes ran over your face endlessly, what he was looking for you weren't exactly sure. What you were sure of however, was how ridiculously easy it would be to stare at his eyes forever without wanting for anything else. They were so pretty and bare and screamed of his harmlessness. He could probably kill you if he hugged you too tightly and the damage he had made to coffee maker was minimal, but even if he looked like a threat to most inanimate objects and short people, you knew he was harmless. He probably just didn't know his own strength.

"So... you just weren't hearing me?"

You winced and dropped your gaze. This was so embarrassing and talking about it so casually was just making you want to crawl inside yourself. You weren't embarrassed to be hard of hearing, nor were you embarrassed of the aids; you'd needed them since you were very young, and you knew you weren't an anomoly-- there were tons of people like you and you liked yourself because of it, not in spite of it. These conversations were always uncomfortable though because you never knew what type of reaction you would get. You finally grew some balls and slid out from practically under Lucas, sliding across the edge of the counter. Now you could almost breathe again, although now there a was a familiar, Lucas-sized indent in your memory and on your body.

"Yea," you didnt elaborate or offer any types of explanation. Anything that would prolong this conversation was not something you wanted to do right now.

"Oh my god?" you and Lucas jolted, spinning around to where the voice of pure distress had come from. Johnny's large frame shimmied between the beaded curtain seperating the puppy room from the main cafe, his hair hanging low in his eyes and coated in sweat like he'd ran all the way from practice. He wasnt panting, but he was breathing raggedy as he stared between you both, who looked like you'd kick the shit out of the coffee maker and won. Secretly, you were ecstatic that'd he'd come despite you begging him to just let you deal with it. Even without knowing, he was saving your behind. "I thought you said it was just a lever?!"

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nervouswastelandtale · 3 years ago

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The Title places him in significantly more extraordinary verifiable air, and he's a long way from finished with NBA Finals: Stephen Curry's fourth

All things considered, Curry has forever been the eye of this Warriors storm that has torn through the NBA over these most recent eight years. He is the person who safeguards dread the most and watches appropriately. He's the person that holds everybody together in the storage space, the caring star who plays without the ball and accounts for others to sparkle. You hear Steve Kerr discuss Curry as the more limited form of Tim Duncan, and he's right. The uncommon hotshot mix of lowliness and out and out self-important trust in his own capacities that, as Steve Kerr told Scott Van Pelt after the success, "makes everybody in the storage space need to battle for him."

Curry's four is one more than Larry Bird and Dwyane Wade, and one short of Kobe Bryant, Magic Johnson, and Tim Duncan. Leave all your "he really wanted Kevin Durant" accounts in the waste where they should be. Curry, most importantly, brought home a championship before Durant and presently he has won one after him. Other than that LeBron required Wade and Chris Bosh, then, at that point, Kyrie Irving and Kevin Love, then Anthony Davis. Shaq required Kobe and Wade, Magic required Kareem. That is the means by which it works, especially with the profundity of ability that exists in the cutting-edge NBA. No one does it single-handedly.

"Without him, no part of this occurs," Kerr said. "Furthermore, that is not removing a single thing from Joe and Peter's proprietorship, since they're astounding proprietors. They've fabricated an unimaginable association. Weave Myers, an amazing GM. Our players. We've had such countless incredible players. Be that as it may, Steph is at last why this run has occurred. Similar to Timmy [Duncan] in San Antonio. I'm glad for everyone, except I'm excited for Steph. As far as I might be concerned, this is his highest accomplishment in what's as of now been an extraordinary profession."

I concur with Kerr. There is something else, more authoritative, about this title. This Warriors group was not super. Klay Thompson merits significant love for the manner in which he returned this season and contributed a big chance to what is likewise his fourth title, yet he isn't the player that everybody recollects before the wounds. Nor is Draymond Green, who partially through this series was beginning to seem to be a real impediment. Andrew Wiggins was by a long shot and away Golden State's second-best player.

Like Kerr expressed, credit to Myers for pulling all the right program strings, and for not pulling a couple of others that a lot of individuals thought he ought to have been pulled. Credit to an extensive rundown of players who moved forward in their jobs. However, this was Curry's title, easy. He gets his most memorable Finals MVP by averaging 31.2 focuses, six bounce back, five helps and two takes on 48-44 shooting parts (that 3-point rate is the most elevated in Finals history with more than 50 endeavors) against quite possibly of the best safeguard we've found in quite a while, perhaps ever. Obviously, when gotten some information about this singular honor, he wasn't by any stretch keen on discussing himself.

"Disregard that inquiry. Why do you start with that inquiry?" Curry answered when asked how it felt to get the Finals MVP monkey away from him. "We have four titles. God is perfect. The capacity to be on this stage and play with astonishing partners against an extraordinary Boston Celtics group gave us all that to attempt to get to the end goal.

"This one hits different without a doubt, simply understanding what the most recent three years have implied, what it's been similar to from wounds to top-down restructuring in the programs, Wiggs getting through, our young folks conveying the conviction that we could return to this stage and win, regardless of whether it check out to anyone when we said it, everything matters.

"Also, presently we got four titles. Me, Dray, Klay, and Andre, we, at last, got that terrible kid. It's unique. It's unique. Simply everything that went into it, the confidence and conviction, and everyone in that storage space that is getting to splash champagne around the storage space, everyone made a difference in that cycle. So I'm only pleased with everyone."

for sure, Curry is never going to sing his own commendation. That is the very thing his colleagues are hanging around for. Andre Iguodala said this title cements Curry as the best point monitor of all time. Draymond referred to Curry as "totally astounding."

On Thursday, Curry set up 34 centers, seven pieces of help, and seven returns, pounding down six 3-pointers. That makes him the foremost player in NBA history to make something like five 3-pointers in five rounds of a lone Finals series. He's moreover one of just five players to win different typical season MVPs, various scoring titles, and Finals MVP, and he's basically the third guardian in history to average something like 30 spots in two separate Finals. We're running out of room on a resume that is ending up being truly challenging to keep out of any unrivaled uncommon conversation meriting some regard at any rate.

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clockwaysarts · 7 years ago

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Hey, so I'm looking into trying to cast some things in resin, but I've heard that humidity can mess things up. I live in Florida and it's humid as HELL. I've heard that some people get a de-humidifier for this problem. I originally planned on doing my casting in my garage, do you think a de-humidifier would be okay to put out there? It's relatively closed off, so I think it might work?

Man I wish I had a clear, easy answer for this but the best I have is Ideas. But I’m happy to share them. In fact I’ll just make this my Tip & Tuts Tues.

As background I’m in the hella humid Houston area myself so I understand. All my casting is done my garage also. I do have a pressure pot for casting.

First thing is there’s two important items with resin: humidity and heat. Read all about it below the cut.

Humidity:

Humidity you’ve brought up already. Humidity, as you know, is water being held in the air that makes everything moist, sticky hell. An important thing to note is that the hotter it is, the more water air can hold without issue, and the less humid it is. This is the dew point. The cooler it is, the less it can hold- to the point eventually raining or misting. This is why in the morning the humidity will be higher and at peak heat, lower. Right now around 10am it’s between 75-85% humidity here and around 2pm it’s 45-55%. The hotter it is the less humid.

In resin, my understanding of it, is that the moisture gets into the mix and can mess with the curing process. This can be all the way from not curing at all to clouding. If you look at my alligator you’ll see that despite my best efforts, there is is some clouding in the resin visible along the curve.

Right now, as I don’t have a great set up outside (more about plans later) I’ve been pouring and coloring inside in a venting bathroom. I then cast outside in the heat of the day when humidity is lowest. This does mean casting outside where it’s easily 110+ in my garage and runs into the second problem still..

Heat:

Heat also effects resin pretty heavily. Resin’s chemical curing process itself produces heat. Extreme heat- aka what we live in- can ruin resin and mess with curing times pretty heavily. Resin is happiest at the mid 70′s (boy would I like that temperature.. ever). Store your resin inside!

Curing wise here’s what I’ve seen:

At high heat, resin mixes together quickly- about a 15 count. You can tell with the resin I currently use (Smooth On 326) because it becomes cloudy when it first starts mixing and then clears when it’s mixed. In cold temperature- I was casting out at high 30′s, low 40′s last winter- it can take a 45+ count to clear.

In heat resin’s work time and cure time is also greatly accelerated and like wise decelerated in cold. Right now in the heat I can only do one color casts or it will stop being workable before I can’t even get it in the pressure pot and then be full of bubbles. It’s… limiting.

Possible Solutions:

All honesty here this is just the research that I’ve done so far- which is not entirely finished- and the plans I have. Please keep that in mind I may have some things wrong!

Humidity:

As you’ve said, dehumidifiers are a great option! These suck the moisture out of the air, lowering the humidity. There seems to be three important factors with dehumidifiers:

amount of cubic feet they’ll handle

amount of water that it will suck from the air per hour

capacity size/draining ability of the water storage tank

The bigger the space it can pull from and the fast it pulls the more expensive it can be- up to a good few hundred dollars. If you can limit the space it has to pull from and be ready to start it long before you want to cast, the cheaper and smaller you can go.

Heat:

Really the only option for this that doesn’t add more humidity is an AC unit. Either piped in air or a little stand alone unit like goes in windows. Again, ACs are rated and priced similarly by:

amount of cubic feet they’ll cool

amount of cooling it can produce per hour

My Plan:

My garage is not at all well sealed and it’s far bigger than I need to deal with! My car doesn’t need to be dehumidified, for example. I intend (and really need to get on this plan when it’s less brutal to work out there) to basically make the framework for a ‘room’. You can make frames rather simply or buy them pre-made. Instead of solid walls though, It will be wrapped in velum- a heavy plastic used in construction sites or labs. This will help keep it mostly air tight.

I’ll have a humidifier in it- preferable self draining- and a small standalone AC unit. I’m debating since it’s in and out if I need to work on ventilation. The AC might handle it and be enough with my mask. If not, a small exhaust fan is easiest but not air tight at all. There’s a slim chance I might get my hands on a used fume hood and all of this is easier.

Basically this will become my small casting room that I can do my best to combat this lovely weather that I live in. I hope this helps some!

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