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you-can-call-me-wanda · 4 years ago

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Home Movies

Pairing: Nasty Suicide x Reader

Author’s Note: I want to apologize for how long these imagines have been taking me. Lately, I just feel like my writing is turning out like shit, and I never wanna give you guys something that I don’t think is good. Anyways, ignore my pity party, and enjoy this!

ALSO, this one does focus heavily on having a kid with Nasty and pregnancy is sort of implied (but I tried to keep it open towards other means of becoming a parent), so if that’s not your thing, I’m sorry.

The sound of your own laughter stopped you in your tracks as you carried a basket of laundry down the hall. You tilted your head in confusion. It wasn’t every day that you heard your own voice echoing from another room in the house.

“Nasty,” you called, knowing that he was somewhere around. “What are you doing?” You had a feeling your lover was behind this.

Sure enough, Nasty’s voice responded from the same direction of the familiar laughter you heard earlier.

“In here!”

You put down the laundry and followed his voice to the living room, where you found him lounging on the couch, entranced by the home videos playing on the television screen. He was still clad in his boxers and a t shirt, not yet dressed for the day. A steaming cup of coffee was perched on the end table.

“What are you watching these for?” you asked as you made your way over to him and joined him on the couch.

Not taking his eyes of the screen, Nasty shrugged. “Dunno,” he said. “Just saw the tape and decided to put it in.”

You looked to the screen to see what was going on. On the TV, a younger version of the two of you were giving a tour of your new home to your good friend, Razzle, who was behind the camera filming.

“Over here,” Nasty said, walking into the master bedroom, “is my favorite room.” The room was sparsely decorated, you and Nasty had only a sparse amount of money leftover from your first deposit on the house.

Razzle piped up from behind the video camera. “Why’s that?” he asked as he panned the camera around the room.

You rolled your eyes as a wolfish grin came across Nasty’s face.

“Well,” he said, waggling his eyebrows, “me and (Y/N) have a lot of fun in here if you catch my drift.”

Razzle made a gagging sound in the background as you and Nasty burst into simultaneous bouts of laughter.

“Come on,” you said once you’d regained your composure. “I’ll show you the kitchen.”

The video cut out a few moments after that and skipped ahead to another date in time. This time you and Nasty’s friends sat gathered in the very same living room you were currently sitting in, talking amongst themselves.

You snuggled up next to Nasty, who swung an arm around your shoulders, as you watched the scene unfold. You had to admit to yourself that watching these snippets from your past brought back a wonderful feeling of nostalgia.

“What’s with the camera?” Michael asked, looking directly into the lens. His eyeliner was heavy and made his blue eyes pop loudly. He looked younger and his hair was long.

Nasty must have been the one holding it because you suddenly came into frame wearing a huge smile.

“Well,” you said, “We have something to tell you guys.” This earned the attention of all your guests. You wrung your hands nervously in front of you. After a beat of silence, you finally spoke again. “Me and Nasty,” you began, looking over to the man behind the camera for moral support, “we’re going to have a baby.”

Shouts of surprise and excitement immediately filled the room. You couldn’t quite make out what anyone in particular was saying as everyone was speaking over each other. Sami, one of your best friends, was the first to stand and engulf you in a hug. He leaned in to whisper something into your ear.

The video paused and you looked over to see Nasty holding the remote. He turned to you with a sentimental look.

“Do you remember that day?” he asked you.

“Yeah,” you hummed. “If feels like just yesterday.”

He nodded his head in agreement with you. “It’s hard to believe it’s been five years.”

As if on cue, your son’s footsteps could suddenly be heard coming down the hall. He appeared in the doorway shortly after, dark fluffy hair sticking up in every direction and his pajama clad body practically bouncing with the energy only a four-year-old seemed capable of possessing.

“I dreamed about an airplane last night!” he cheered upon entering the room. He clambered his way onto the couch without invitation and wiggled his way between you and Nasty.

Nasty smiled down fondly at the child. “That’s super cool bud,” he said, ruffling his son’s hair.

“What are you watching?” the little boy asked, eyes instantly drawn to the colorful images paused on the television.

“Home videos,” you responded. “Videos from before you were born.”

“Is that Uncle Sami?” he asked, pointing to the frozen screen. Sami and you stood mid-embrace.

“Yeah,” you said. “This is right after we told everyone that you’d be joining our family.”

Your son’s big blue eyes squinted at the screen, trying to make out what was going on. “Was he happy?” he asked.

“Everyone was happy,” Nasty answered.

Your son nodded, content with that response, and turned his focus back to the TV.

Nasty took the hint to unpause the video.

The hug between you and Sami faded out as a new video began. This one, weeks later, at a birthday party for Nasty. You were filming for a change and had the camera pointed to Nasty who was seated on the couch opening birthday presents from his mates.

He was pulling the tissue paper out of a gift bag as he joked around with Andy and Razzle. They were sitting next to him, balancing plates of cake on their laps.

Finally, Nasty pulled the gift out of the bag and held it up. It was a shirt, made for a baby, with the words, “future drummer” written across it. The gift, of course, was from Razzle.

Everyone laughed while Nasty jokingly rolled his eyes at the present.

“No way!” he playfully argued, putting the shirt down. “My kid’s gonna be a guitar player.”

“Yeah!” Andy sided.

Razzle was quick to retort with a list of reasons as to why drums were a much better instrument than guitar could ever be. You kept on filming, entertained greatly by the scene in front of you.

“Hey!” Mike cut in, pulling the attention to him. “What about saxophone?”

Shouts of disapproval could be heard before the video cut out and skipped ahead.

You and Nasty both laughed at the memory while your son looked confused.

“I want to play drums,” he said, sticking out his bottom lip in a pout.

“You do?” you asked, surprised. He’d never said anything about that before this moment. “You’re already learning guitar.”

Your son nodded determinately. “I want to know both.”

Nasty shifted to look at him. “Hmm, I see,” he said. “I guess I can call Uncle Raz today and see about getting you some lessons,” he said.

Your son screamed with joy and threw his arms around Nasty’s neck. Your heart swelled at the sight of your two favorite boys sharing such a sweet moment. Your son had turned out just like Nasty, not just in looks, but in personality as well. He seemed shy and reserved in public, but around his friends and family he was always talking and making everyone laugh. He absolutely loved music too. Nasty had begun to teach him guitar when he was just two. The boy had begged to learn as soon as he knew how to. You felt extremely lucky to have the two of them in your life.

You turned your head as Nasty switched on the home videos one more time.

“Babe, look at him.”

You were holding the camera once again. It was aimed at Nasty, but this time, he was standing in the nursery looking down fondly into the crib.

You panned the camera over as to catch sight of the baby sleeping soundly inside.

“He’s adorable,” you whispered, careful to keep your voice lowered so you wouldn’t wake the baby.

“He’s perfect,” Nasty corrected. He looked up and you brought the camera back to focus on his face. “I love you,” he said, “and I love him. My perfect family.”

You leaned over your son and captured Nasty’s lips in a quick kiss, feeling nothing but overwhelming love for the man sitting next to you. He returned your kiss hungrily.

“Ew,” your son whined from beneath you. His nose crinkled up in disgust.

“Ew?” Nasty said, feigning shock. “I’ll show you mister!” he declared before grabbing hold of your son, pulling him onto his lap and covering the giggling boy’s face with kisses.

“I love you too,” you answered off-screen. “I love you both.”

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oldschoolimagineblog · 4 years ago

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INFAMOUS: p. 1 Meeting

→ Warnings: There is going to be mention of drug use and abuse, sex* (*girl on girl too), fights, name calling and a poly-relationship (kinda).

→ Tags: @anon-1112 @m0n1cal3w1n5ky

→ A/N: I hope you guys enjoy!! Any feedback is welcomed, if you wanna be tagged let me know!

1983

The Sunset Strip, what a wonderful place it was; filled with beautiful women with barely any clothes on and filled with drunk and dosed Rockstar's and common men. It was the place to go when your heart desired was to party and enjoy the view of women, hoping to be lucky and go home with one of them.

And right now, nothing sounded better to Y/N than that; she knew how to get there, she´d seen some of band mates go in a few times, her legs felt like jelly and her body tricked her into thinking she was melting with every step she took now that the mdma had officially taken over her system, but once she walked into the club, eyes wide and a big smiled plastered over her face from all the women inside, she forgot about how she was melting just a few seconds before.

But her heart jumped in her ears when she heard Razzle's´ laugh in the club, it was pure coincidence that she had found him there, and pure luck the fact that she heard him over the music, she scanned the room and spotted the blackhead quickly, he was sitting with some other men you couldn’t care to identify, so you made your way towards him.

When you were close enough, he spotted you walking by, and drunkenly he rose his hands up, like a child, when he´s excited over something and yelled your name which only made her chest feel heavy with joy,your senses too heightened so all the joy you usually felt when you saw Raz just became a thousand times more intense, everything was.

¨Darling come sit with us! I´ll introduce you to Motley fucking Crue! ¨ he yelled, by now everyone in the table was looking at you. The boys were all drunk or high, or both, but not even that took the shock from them when they saw you, all smiley and clearly high off something, since you were unable to stay still and on your forehead and arms a thin layer of sweat shined; still you looked just like in the magazines.

You modelled on and off, it was never really your thing but you record label loved to make money off you, and although your main job was music, they liked to profit from your looks as much as they liked profiting from your voice. And although they were silent as you embraced Raz and pressed a kiss on his lips, they were all thinking the same thing how the fuck does Razzle know you.

You were everyone's dream girl, your career was at its highest point, everyone knew you and either wanted to be with you or be you, your music videos and interviews played through all MTV, your name was always on the papers and magazines along with photos, your music was on the radio; you were what the industry was all about.

¨This is Y/N! Dear love of mine, this is Motley Crue, Mick, Vince, Tommy and Nikki¨ Raz introduced everyone and then sat down, leaving you space to join them at the table, and once settled you didn’t waste no time in excitingly saying hi to all of them, babbling on how you’ve seen them live a few times at the Whiskey and how you had a friend who was obsessed with them.

¨You know what I'm curious to hear, the story of how you out of anyone stumbled into a strip club at this time at night¨ Nikki said to everyone, ¨Hopefully is not one of those stories in which you were just looking for you boyfriend here¨ he added drinking from his bottle of Jack.

To which you laughed and explained, ¨Oh no, no. It was all casualty that Raz was here with you guys, by the way, we are not dating, but I was partying at another club and decided I wanted to come down to sunset strip and see some girls dance, the plans just changed when I saw you guys when I walked in¨

¨You wanted to see girls dance? ¨ Vince jumped in, ¨Let´s go see some girls dance! ¨ he offered, ¨We never meant to ruin your plans anyway¨ Tommy said, everyone seemed to like the idea since they were all standing from his seats already, grabbing onto their drinks and cigs as they called for a girl to come along. So, you followed, naturally all the exciting washing over your body like waves.

On a private room, all of you sat until a dancer came around and started playing some music, your leg was bouncing unable to stay still from the anxiousness it caused you to be there, but not the bad kind of anxiety, the excited-I-can´t-wait-for-this-to-happen one. Once the dancer began doing her thing, your eyes were glued to her, she moved and looked like a goddess, and although it was the extasy running through you, you wanted her, and she was quick to notice your lusty staring with your dilated pupils and she went in for a show.

Making her way to you until she was eventually straddling you, everyone's eyes were on you too, no one expected this to happen, but they were not angry about it, and all the boys were too high and drunk to even bother to talk.

The dancer unclasped her bra and slid it down her shoulders, revealing her breasts to everyone, then she started to play with the hem of your shirt until eventually she took your top off, leaving you in a bra, she never stopped dancing to the music while she did that, her hips were moving and she pulled your hands to her breasts, and you wasted to time in grouping her, eventually not caring about the boys in the room and kissing and sucking on her nipples.

¨Raz man, if she isn´t your girlfriend then you wouldn't mind us joining in on her fun, right? ¨ Nikki asked, ¨She surely isn't my girlfriend mate, she's my wife, but I don’t think she would want anyone to join in her fun right now¨ Razzle laughed, quickly glancing at Nikki as he spoke.

¨You´re married? How is this not public? ¨ Mick asked, he had completely zoned out of your and the dancer, and just as the topic was beginning to get the attention of everyone, including you, the dancer finished up her routine, picked her tips and left.

¨My manager doesn´t want the story to go public, since we got drunk married in Vegas¨ you explained, ¨Pretty much, and getting it annulled would bring unwanted attention on the subject¨ Razzle added.

¨So you guys are together? ¨ Nikki asked trying to get the story straight.

To which you and Raz shrugged, ¨I wouldn’t say we´re together¨ he explained.

¨Yeah, we´re not strictly together, but we do go out sometimes¨ you said

¨So you have and open marriage? ¨ Mick asked, trying to put it in simple words,

You and Raz and looked at each and nodded, truth was you guys never really talked about what your relationship was all about, surely you felt something for Raz, he has showed you love and support like no one, and you felt the same way towards him, but you were too young to commit, he was two years older than you, and you had just turned 21 a few weeks ago, exactly why you had decided to celebrate with Hanoi Rocks in Vegas.

You’ve met Hanoi Rocks when your manager introduced you to them, they had just arrived from Finland and your label was helping them breakthrough in America, and you all clicked as soon as you started speaking. So, on the weekend of your birthday you surprised with tickets and reservations for Vegas to celebrate, and they were all in.

However, things did get a little out of hand, and although it was not your first-time drinking, you all got a little too carried away and lost control in the middle of the partying, and somehow you went from strangers buying you and the guys drinks at a bar to someone's penthouse getting body shots from beautiful women and having everyone on Hanoi Rocks do coke on your ass.

And with a few lines and drinks on your system you grew a little closer to Razzle, his hands were on your body the whole night, dancing and drinking, kissing your everywhere, and things escaladed quickly, it was in a matter of hours that you two were in one of the bedrooms, tearing each other's clothing off, touching and rubbing on each other, making love promises.

And it was at that moment when Raz thought about marriage, and so he asked you to marry him, all while kissing down your body while you were under him, looking at you in between your thighs, your panties were long gone, and you said yes, you assured him you wanted to marry him; and suggested how all the partying you were doing was now your joined bachelor party.

And it took no time for him to attach his lips to your aching core, already dripping from all the foreplay you had done before hand, his tongue was all over your clit, sucking and flickering, while his hands were skilled on your core, sliding in and out, waves of pleasure coming through you as you melted under his touch, your hands were tight on his hair pushing closer to you as you moaned out his name, begging for him not to stop as you felt yourself about to finish all over his face, which you did shortly after, and he licked you clean, you were quick to want more from him, ready to get him inside of you when he stopped you.

¨This can wait sugar, I just wanted to show you a preview of our wedding night¨ he kissed you, ¨Then what are we waiting for Raz? let's go get married! ¨ you said getting off him, ¨get dressed! Let's go to a chapel! You said, to which he listened, quickly getting his clothes on.

The ceremony was short and fun, some guy dressed as Elvis married you two while his band was his best men and some girl you found at the party agreed to be you maid of honor. And in your vows, you promised to love and care for each other until the day came one of you part into another life.

Once you came back to California with the band, and the drugs and booze had worn down, you and Raz were kind of freaking about you and him being married, you had both agreed on the fact that most of what was said was all under the influence and although he was clear on the fact that he did find you fascinating, maybe marriage was a little too soon for you both, to which you agreed, you guys needed to get to know each other a little more, and just as you and him were talking about getting your marriage annulled, your manager heard you talk and he almost lost his shit.

He couldn’t have your reputation be questioned after a weekend of hard drugs and a marriage where you were the bride! So, he brought Hanoi Rocks manager, and it was quickly decided that to keep the bad press away, you were to stay married until they found a way to annul it without it been a big story so both you and is band would be free of any drama and bad reputation.

Once you and Raz had told the boys the story of what happened between you two, they understood your relationship a little more, although a lot of questions came from it.

¨So if he fucks another girl you wouldn’t care? ¨

¨No Tommy¨

¨What about if he gets another girlfriend? Would you be angry then? ¨

¨No Tommy, I just want to see Raz happy¨

¨Raz and would you care if she fucked some other dude? ¨

¨As long as she is into it, I'm good Nikki¨

Soon enough you were all crashing at Motleys two-bedroom apartment, it was one of those weird night in which all the boys came home together, not leaving early with some chick or crashing at someone else's house instead of theirs.

The sunlight was starting to shine through the city since you decided to walk to their apartment, and once in, everyone kind of just scattered around, they offered some of their clothes for you to sleep in with, and by the time you came out of the bathroom in Nicki's shirt and Mick´s boxer everyone was already passed out, so you followed their lead and walked around looking for somewhere comfortable to pass out too, and ended up finding Nikki asleep in a bed with plenty of space for the two to sleep in.

The only thing he managed to take off was his shirt, his boots and pants were still on, so carefully you took his shoes off, and you made your way to the other side of the bed. You didn´t want to wake him up, not that you thought was possible though, the nights drinking and drug using was enough to tire anyone, and they were already in the club when you arrived, god knows since when they had been sitting in that table. You laid next to him; he was on top of the covers so you were hoping on it not being a cold morning so you could sleep peacefully.

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coeursetcolores · 4 years ago

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What I Would Add To/Change About: Psychonauts

Howdy! Today is April 19th, and if you don’t know what game came out today, then why don’t you try and read my mind to find out? Go ahead!

So what’s your answer?

...

Why yes, it was Psychonauts! Way to go, you just earned a merit badge, cadet!

...What do you mean you just read the title?!

Anyway, for those of you who know, Psychonauts is a beloved cult classic that unfortunately received not that much mainstream attention, which is such a shame because I loved playing this game! I’ll admit there’s some problems, but I had such a psi-blast playing it, I didn’t really mind! That being said...

I’m still gonna talk about the problems.

This is all just my own personal opinion and if you disagree with me, that’s perfectly okay! If you’d like to talk about a point I made, please let me know, but please try to respect my opinion as I respect yours.

Well, without further ado, let’s open that Psycho-portal!

SPOILERS AHEAD!

As usual, first let’s get out all the things I absolutely ADORED about this game!

The. Voice. Acting. I cannot say enough how much detail went into dialogue and performances, you just have to listen to it. I was talking to/inspecting as many people/things as I could and seeing what dialogues were available when I switched things out. I probably spent more time doing that than actually playing the game! Definitely Richard Horvitz’s best work in my opinion!

The environments. This game is a mixed-up feast for the eyes and the level design is the main course. Things can go from the nice and simple Whispering Pines to the breathtaking and colorful Black Velvetopia to the utter lunacy and ominousness of the Milkman Conspiracy. It’s a masterpiece in artistic expression.

The Milkman Conspiracy. My gosh, this level deserves all the hype it gets. I really wish it hadn’t been spoiled for me, but even then it’s just such a trip that I can’t mind it that much. Also, Steve Blum!

The character design may not be the most aesthetically pleasing, but it fits the messed up and wacky world of the game to a T.

JUMPING!!!!!!

The puzzles can get frustrating (especially at a certain final level whose name shall not be said in respect of those still recovering from it) but they’re really fun to experiment with and find ways to move ahead in.

I really enjoyed Raz as a protagonist. He wasn’t too moody or obnoxious and he was necessarily sassy when he needed to be. He was also really relatable, being a kid who felt ostracized at home and didn’t understand why his father wouldn’t let him do what he wanted. And he was just so nice in spite of how upset he was at his family situation while still being determined to accomplish his dreams and help people. And even when he reached the asylum, it never felt like he was going into anyone’s mind as a means to an end, he genuinely wanted to help these people along with the campers. Also, he’s a total fanboy geek and that’s awesome!

As fast as it happened, the romance between Raz and Lili was really sweet and cute and I’m glad it didn’t lessen their characters or take away too much from the story. It was definitely two kids going through their first puppy love.

I also really liked Raz being nice to Dogen. Their scenes together were just sweet!

All the different abilities were so cool to use and the different types of enemies encourages you to switch things up on the fly which keeps gameplay from getting stale as you progress.

Underneath all of the trippy sequences in the levels there’s a solid moral that not everyone can deal with their mental issues by themselves and sometimes you need someone else to step in and help, and I appreciate that kind of message. Even with all of their eccentricities, the mentally ill are people too and even if you can’t fix their problems like Raz can they still deserve basic compassion and understanding.

With all that being said, I feel like the game could have used a few more things.

ADD:

I really wish Raz got a new look for every mental world like he did in Black Velvetopia.

The game should have been stretched out over more than just one day. It would have given more time to expand upon certain plot elements and develop the characters more, as well as make Raz’s psychic growth a little more believable. I know that the plot kind of relied on Raz only having a day to do everything, but it just made him seem like of a Mary Sue learning all that in one day.

I feel like the game should have explained some things more. I get that video games shouldn’t hold your hand too much and they should be a challenge, but some things took FOREVER to learn the right button for.

A tracker for emotional baggage? I couldn’t find it all.

Maybe make the other counselors seem suspicious so it’s not so easy to single out Coach Oleander as the villain?

Add some side quests around camp to help the other campers: Stand up to Bobby, talk Crystal and Clem out of suicide, show Mikhail he’s being used and knock some sense into Maloof, get a show for Phoebe and Quentin’s band going, and help Dogen control his powers, etc. I feel like they really could have expanded Part 1 at camp more.

Maybe add some flashbacks of Raz’s family life before he ran away to help the audience see through his eyes and understand his thought process better.

More fights with the Nightmares would have been cool. The scrapped plot about them escaping from Milla’s mind and abducting kids while they didn’t have their brains would have been a cool subplot. Or they could have come from the kids themselves or Oleander. I just think they had more potential.

Dr. Loboto boss fight (I did not play Rhombus of Ruin, I don’t do VR!)!

I’d kind of want to see Raz’s dad arrive at camp and how he got to where all the action was. Maybe some scenes of him getting there too to really make the player feel just how little time they have.

A scene of Ford Cruller getting up to go help out and save everyone?

Alright, now it’s time to get to the ugly!

CHANGE:

Oh my gosh, ARREST COACH OLEANDER! I know he was genuinely remorseful and the Psitanium might have had a hand in it and he was unfairly rejected from every branch of the United States army for his height, but that doesn’t change the fact that he lobotomized an entire camp full of children, attempted to murder one, built psychic death tanks, mutated and brainwashed a peaceful fish, brainwashed an asylum patient into covering his tracks through arson without regards to the residents of the asylum, kidnapped and lobotomized two colleagues whom he then tried to kill, hired DR. LOBOTO and tried to take over the world. At least have the guy monitored and put under probation, geez!

Change the rules of the race in Milla’s Dance Party so you DON’T have to win! I don’t care if I lose, I just want to move on already! This is not a racing game!

LESS. FIGMENTS.

I honestly don’t know what to say about the **** ****** except HAVE OLLIE STAY PUT AT THE TOP SO YOU DON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT KEEPING HIS BUNNY-LOVING HIDE ALIVE!!!!!

Maybe the Two-Headed Dad Monster could have been more challenging at the end? As I’ve said, I am not a gameplay expert, but that final boss fight was really easy, and not in a satisfying way. Then again, you did just have to play through the **** ******...

And, that’s about it, I really don’t have much to complain about. Psychonauts is a super fun game and I highly recommend it. It’s colorful and explores heavy themes with respect and humor while going hand in hand with interesting gameplay and plenty of likable characters. There are no dull moments, I genuinely enjoyed this game greatly. I wish more people had given it a chance when it first came out and we could have gotten the sequel sooner, because I am honestly super nervous about it living up to the first. This is nothing on Tim Schafer and Double Fine, I just don’t have high expectations for a sequel made and released after ten years of radio silence as a rule. But, who knows?

Maybe they’ll go in and change my mind.

#What I Would Add to/Change About...#Psychonauts #Criticism #Praise #My Silly Personal Opinion

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orderofthedyingstar · 4 years ago

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RECAP: SESSION 14

The party is off on the road to Asaraoi, the last major town before it’s just the Long Road between them and the capital city of So’Joh. Rhododendron asks Jun about how his journey out of So’Joh went, but he doesn’t supply too much information beyond saying that there were bandits and a druid colony in the forest near the Long Road. He also supplies some information about the upcoming ‘Night’ of Endless Rains, and how they’ll probably end up getting stuck in Asaraoi since they’re so close to Yulong’s Fingers and that entire portion of the country will be completely flooded (and underwater). Rhododendron also tries to ask Junzabout a dance show he’d attended a while back but like always Jun is very reluctant to talk about his time as the Royal Seer, but does mention that Inigo was at the show with Umbra. He keeps making the noise from the horses’ hooves louder to avoid talking, much to Marlee and Verrix’s confusion.

Rhododendron: “VERRIX!”

Verrix: “Hmm? What?”

Rhododendron: “What do you think we need? Verrix?!”

Verrix: “What??”

Rhododendron: “What do you think we need in Asaraoi??”

Verrix: “What did you call me?!”

The party plans on getting their final round of supplies before the Long Road, including a map of So’Joh. Verrix is still bitter about his cloak, which got fixed when Dilong saved their lives in the temple, but with silver stitching. While reviewing their supplies, Inigo says that he has a tinder box and then immediately drops it over the side of the cart. Jun mentions that he wants to break into the palace for the supplies he needs, including a glass eye worth 100gp. They also debate asking bandits on the road about Umbra, to which Jun offers to pick through the brains while Rhododendron suggests that Verrix use his powers of persuasion - which Marlee expresses some doubt in. Inigo still isn’t able to recall very much from his past memories.

Jun supplies a little more information about So’Joh and Nartai, including the fact that the criminal organization the Masks are a prominent figure in the capital - but Verrix isn’t worried about them. Rhododendron asks Jun if he’s worried about running into anyone in So’Joh, and but he says that he wouldn’t be recognized since he had someone help him (“paid a lot of money to”) change his appearance. Rhododendron pesters Jun about his appearance, and he continues to avoid giving an answer. Eventually, after repeated bothering (and some guilt-tripping) from Rhododendron, Jun gives a bare description of what he looks like, including that he has a tail. Rhododendron asks Jun if he thinks that the royalty in So’Joh are looking for him, to who he says that he doesn’t think that they care. Rhododendron thinks that the Emperor is probably looking for Jun on some level (and assumes that the child who died was the crown prince, which isn’t true since the child was a princess and wasn’t first in line to the throne, but Jun doesn’t correct her*). He tells her that he’d rather be dead than be the Royal Seer again.

*he usually uses ambiguous pronouns w no descriptions when giving info about ppl he doesn’t want to talk about, and rhododendron has a habit of filling in the blanks w her assumptions and he just tends to go along w them lmao

Rhododendron also manages to remember that the 80-day timeline on Queen Lunette’s return reward has passed, but the party hasn’t heard anything yet about the outcome of that. They wonder about who her replacement might be, and Jun expresses some concern that the Emperor of So’Joh might try to get involved with Gosha.

The party finally arrives in Asaraoi, where Verrix stocks up on some explosive crossbow bolts and Rhododendron gets rations and basic supplies for the road. She also asks around about a glass eye but doesn’t find anything even close to what she’s looking for. Marlee pesters Verrix about working on the book he’s ‘writing’ again, and Rhododendron gets him a forgery kit and a bracer for Inigo (but she doesn’t give them those gifts yet). Inigo looks at the wanted posters and wonders if he knows any of the people on them, while Verrix manages to recognize Jun’s description of what he actually looks like - and finds out his legal name; he points it out to Rhododendron.

The party also finds out that the people of Asaraoi sacrifice a volunteer from the town every year during the week of the flood, and are understandably horrified by this (or, Rhododendron and Verrix are). They talk to one of the clerics at the local church about it, and she’s very nonchalant about the whole thing. She also mentions that the town (as well as the town of Moyoto) pay the ‘Bloody Price’ (in sacrifice, again) to the local giants of Giant’s Pass to keep them from attacking their towns. Marlee gets increasingly annoyed/bored with the cleric’s retelling of the Night, and she insists on being the one to talk about the myths behind it.

Marlee: “Anyways, she didn’t know what she was talking about.”

Marlee talks about how Yulong, the goddess of the ocean and storms, worked with Laoteng and Nyvarstra to give people life. She’s known for having a volatile temper, shifting just as frequently as the ocean’s tides used to. Yulong once fell in love with a mortal (that Marlee says was probably ‘young and hot’) and Yulong’s grief was so much that she flooded the entire world for weeks until Ardrin and Nyvarstra punished her for harming mortals indiscriminately and trapped her deep in the ocean. Marlee thinks that Yulong was being overly dramatic.

Rhododendron: “Have you ever been in love, Marlee?”

Marlee: “Y - no, but I would like to.”

Rhododendron: “I don’t really think you’re an expert on the subject.”

Marlee: “She still took it way too far, like it couldn’t have been that good. Like two weeks? She was like, drowning people, oh my gods. She needs to, like, chill.”

Marlee also mentions that there are different versions of the story, such as their love being forbidden by Laoteng or Zelia also having been in love with the mortal and killing them for revenge over not choosing her. Rhododendron remembers that the party still needs a map, and Marlee points to an excessively massive one on the wall, saying that they’re easier to read (and glossing over the fact that she might actually need glasses).

Rhododendron: “We don’t need more details, we’re going straight to Nartai, which is the biggest detail on the map since it’s the capital - ”

Marlee: “Oh my gods, we can go shopping??”

Rhododendron: “How about we go shopping after we find Raz?”

Marlee, delighted: “Oh! Ah, your little boy-toy, oh that’s cute.”

Rhododendron: “I…don’t want Raz to be my boy-toy…”

Rhododendron escapes the conversation after that, taking Jun with her and leaving the rest of the party behind with Marlee at the tavern. She also wants to investigate the church again to see if they can find the town’s sacrificial volunteer.

Rhododendron: “We’ll have to explore the realm of your available emotions eventually.”

Jun: “I’m good, we can stick with none.”

Rhododendron: “I don’t know, it’s probably be good to know if you can feel…certain things…”

Jun: “Hmm, no, not really, I can’t really see any benefits.”

Rhododendron: “You don’t want to know the spectrum of pain you can feel?”

Jun: “Uh. What I felt in the temple was enough. Don’t gotta experiment with that.”

Rhododendron, upset: “Okay, whatever. Let’s just go. To the church.”

Rhododendron talks to Asaraoi’s sacrifice, who seems pretty calm about the whole situation. They ask her about where she grew up, and whether or not she loved the people in that town and what she’d be willing to do to prevent her family from getting hurt - what lengths she’d go through to keep the people she loved safe. They never really reach an understanding over the matter, especially since worship of Yulong is very limited or nonexistent in most of Gosha. The volunteer cleric tells Rhododendron that she looks lost, and that maybe she needs some sort of Guidance. Rhododendron is relived that the sacrifice is willing rather than forced, and also decides that they need to bunker down their horses in one of the warded stables before the floods come. They return to the party to discuss where to store the horses and Marlee offers to pay for them since the rest of the party is ‘so broke’.

The party decides to stay in the cart outdoors for now, and Rhododendron gives Verrix the paper and ink she bought (for writing the book) in front of Marlee before taking it back later. Marlee tries to teach Inigo some basic hand games (like patty-cake). Rhododendron tries to get through another section of the book Marlee lent her, getting progressively more embarrassed as the material gets increasingly strange. Jun lends Rhododendron his spellbook to hide the cover of the smut book from curious passerby, which she snoops through - she finds out that it’s a very old children’s textbook on Arcana that he’s written notes in and shoved extra papers into. She asks him about why he’s carrying a children’s spellbook with him, and he admits that it hurts to think about too much and would rather not continue on with the topic.

Rhododendron: “Why are you a wizard still?”

Jun: “Cause it’s useful.”

Rhododendron: “…And why does that matter?”

Jun: “Cause there’s probably people that want to kill me.”

Rhododendron: “But you’re not in a country where people want to kill you anymore.”

Jun: “Kind of about to be, though.”

Rhododendron: “Yeah, but you don’t have to be, is the thing. Why are you here? Why are you helping me? Why have you stayed so long? Why are you still seeking magic when you don’t have a heart?”

Her line of questions triggers an emotional response in Jun (very bad CON save), who doubles over in pain while his eyes roll in the back of his head. Both Verrix and Rhododendron freak out, with Verrix insisting that she’s killed him. It takes about an hour and half before Jun’s pupils reappear and he passes out. Marlee checks in on them a few times during this, and tries to ask about what happened but Rhododendron refuses to give her an answer (even though Marlee says she is “the epitome of good”).

Marlee: “Do you need me to heal him?”

Rhododendron: “I don’t think so, I tried a few times and it didn’t do anything. It just kind of burned up in my hands.”

Marlee: “Ow, always kind hurts though, like a slap.”

Rhododendron: “That is not how I cast Cure Wounds.”

Marlee: “Oh, well. Maybe one of us is doing it wrong. Could be me.”

Verrix: “Yeah, maybe.”

After turning down Marlee’s offer to cast Cure Wounds or Lesser Restoration on Jun, the party decides to take a long rest, leaving Inigo and Verrix on the first watch. Inigo teaches him the hand games that he and Marlee were doing (both of them roll extremely well). Marlee and Rhododendron take over the watch after them, and Rhododendron tries to ask Marlee about the smut book…

Rhododendron: “YOU’RE INTO THIS?!”

Marlee, completely deadpan: “Ya, it’s hot.”

Rhododendron: “Are…you hoping this will happen to you at some point???”

Marlee: “It could.”

Rhododendron: “Oh my gods, oh my gods. I don’t even know what to say to you right now. I’m not even halfway done.”

Marlee: “Oh my gods, you’re not even at the best part.”

Rhododendron: “What’s…the best part…?”

Marlee: *winks*

There’s a day left before the rains start, and Jun still won’t wake up. The party heads into a room at one of the inns in town, crowding into a room with a couch and a bed. They debate trying to protect the door against thieves before deciding that they 1) have way too many people in here for a thief to want to rob them and 2) don’t look rich. Verrix still sets up a simple trap to make noise with some spare junk to rattle if someone tries to get through the doorway. When they look out the window they can see the sacrificial cleric walking through the town as the rain starts to pour. It takes a few hours for the rain to start flooding the town about four feet from the ground. Rhododendron, Inigo, and Marlee play go-fish and strip poker while Verrix stares out the window and watches fish (and jewelry) and shapes in the darkness float past.

As the next few days pass the party splits up to spend time away from each other in the main hall downstairs, with Marlee trying to pair random strangers up with each other. Rhododendron spends some more time going through Jun’s spellbook. On the forth day Jun finally wakes up, and he admits that he’s having a hard time telling what is real after having prophetic dreams for the past few days. After Rhododendron spends some time doting on him, they speculate about Inigo and Umbria’s connection to Zelia, a whether or not that’s going to come up at all as they get closer and closer to confronting Umbra. Jun still struggles with understanding how much information to share, and doesn’t really want to share things about the future that might not come to pass.

Rhododendron: “You don’t have to lie to me.”

Jun: “I just don’t really know what to say, there’s just stuff you shouldn’t have to worry about.”

Rhododendron: “I mean…you don’t really have a stake in my heart, though.”

Jun: “I don’t understand…?”

Rhododendron: “You don’t get to decide how I feel, is what I’m saying.”

Jun: “That is true, I can’t even decide how I feel.”

Rhododendron (after Jun’s tried to escape the conversation several times): “……Jun? Remember that I trust you.”

Verrix goes around and pickpockets some merchants while Marlee continues to cause personal drama amongst the others trapped in the tavern with them. He also uses his weighted dice to scam some people out of a few silver, and then runs up to the room to hide out from people in case they figure it out. When a merchant knocks at their door Verrix ducks under the bed to hide with Marlee’s armor while Rhododendron (poorly) attempts to lie to the merchant. Verrix refuses to crawl out from under the bed even after the merchant leaves, insisting that he’s totally fine down there. After failing to convince Verrix to come out from under the bed, Rhododendron leaves the room to search for Jun, who left a while ago to go get tea. Verrix gets bored and tries to put on some of Marlee’s armor, but he can barely even drag the helmet halfway out from under the bed (and critically fails to shove it back under the bed, so he just kicks a blanket over it).

Rhododendron fines Marlee and Jun talking about all of the ‘couples’ that she’s helped create, and both of them tell her that they haven’t seen Inigo in a while. She goes looking for him and finds him up in the attic, which is used for storage. He says that he just wanted some space to think, since he saw someone downstairs with a tattoo he recognized - a skull with a dagger through both of the eyes - since he also has the same tattoo. Inigo isn’t able to remember anything about the significance of the symbol, but mentions that Marlee suggested Remove Curse or Lesser Restoration to try and fix his amnesia, although he’s hesitant since the memories he’s gotten back haven’t been the most pleasant.

Rhododendron: “Listen, Inigo, I have heard quite a lot about the person that you used to be, but I think you should keep in mind the kind of person that you are now.”

Inigo: “Stupid?”

Rhododendron: “I, uh - ”

Inigo: “I’m kidding! I mean, I’m not but I am.”

Rhododendron: “I just mean that at your core this is the person that you are, and you shouldn’t forget that, even when you remember who you are.”

Inigo: “That’s a lot of forgetting and remembering, but I’ll try.”

After talking about Inigo’s lack of memory and who he might have been for a while, they briefly touch on Raz’s situation and Inigo asks if her ‘little wizard’ is awake yet.

Rhododendron: “Do you not know his name?”

Inigo: “No, I know his name, it’s just - you kind of dote on him a little.”

Rhododendron: “I don’t dote on him!”

Inigo: “I’m just saying, you don’t see Verrix doing the same thing.”

Both of them also express their frustration with being stuck in the inn for the better part of a week, and Inigo admits that he’s been helping her with her chaotic destroying and re-pairing up of the couples in the building. Rhododendron begins to worry that Marlee will get this bored while they’re all trapped out on the Long Road together, and try to start things amongst the party members. The two of them leave the attic, and Rhododendron goes to investigate the halflings downstairs to see if any of them have the tattoo that Inigo was talking about. She eventually finds them, but they aren’t exactly forthcoming on information (CRIT MISS Persuasion).

Rhododendron goes back up to the attic to send up a quick prayer to Yulong while the rest of the party regathers in their room to watch the floodwaters slowly receded. She returns to the room afterwards, and then reminds Inigo, Marlee, and Verrix that they need to wait until most of the crowd has left the building until they try to get their horses back since they’d spent too much time causing trouble. Marlee offers to officiate some weddings to fix some of the broken up couples, but Rhododendron tells her that would probably just make things worse. Rhododendron and Jun find their horses (Tulip and Carnation) just fine, although there are a few less lucky steeds that got partially eaten by the creatures that were moving around during the floods despite the magical wards on the stables.

The party reunited after the crowd has left the inn, and Rhododendron gives Inigo the bracer she got for him (and he starts to feel a little bad about causing trouble in the tavern), making Marlee and Verrix suspect that she has feelings for him.

Verrix: “Did she give you a present too?”

Marlee, delighted: “She. Did. Not!”

As the last of Yulong’s tears of grief dissipate from the Material Plane, the party prepares themselves to head into So’Joh and begin their months-long journey on the Long Road.

#Marlee definitely needs glasses lol #also when i started these recaps there were only twenty eight sessions #now....there’s...more...#dndas #dnd another sunrise #dndas recap

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Love and Leather /part nineteen/

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A/N: I’m so fucking sorry it’s long, I got carried away, But enjoy it! Feedback is always extremely appreciated💛 also s/o to @electradestiny for always editing my jumbled mess and making sure everything is in tip top shape because my eyes stop seeing the errors after a while.

Warnings: language, angst, a little smutty (by little, I mean a lot)

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“Thanks for coming, see you next time!” I cheerfully spoke to the customers as they left, handing me a twenty dollar tip with a kind smile.

I smiled, waving them off as they left. My smile quickly dropped when Tommy and Nikki walked in, a red head attached to Nikki’s arm and a blonde holding hands with Tommy.

“Van! You haven’t been working the last few times we came in.” Tommy said, reaching over the counter, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

I gave him a weak smile, “I’ve been sick.” My voice was hoarse and crackly. My eyes quickly glanced to Nikki, who in return looked away from me.

“Too good to say hi to me now?” I teased him, “Maybe return my phone calls and I will.” He snapped back at me. “Maybe apologize to me and I’ll answer your calls.” My wit was just as fast as his, which he hated so much. “Maybe if you gave me the time of day I could apologize.” I smirked, shaking my head with an eye roll, “Nikki, I’m hungry.” The red headed girl with a nasally voice whines out, Nikki looking at her and nods.

“Booth or table?” I asked Tommy, “Booth please!” He joyfully responded, trying to make light of mine and Nikki’s bickering. I had them follow me to a corner booth, handing them all menus.

“Can I start you with any drinks?” I asked, holding my pad and paper in hand, “Jack and Coke...actually just give me the Jack, I got the coke.” Nikki told me, and it took everything I had in me not to laugh, and he knew it by the smile he had on his lips.

“What are you doing after work? Come hang out with me.” Tommy said, giving me puppy dog eyes, I shook my head softly, an amused grin playing on my lips.

“I need to tell you about this idea I have, it keeps coming to me in a dream...I wanna play the drums upside down and in a cage, that spins over the crowd!” He was overjoyed,his hands waving in a circular motion as he spoke.

“That sounds dumb.” The red head that was attached at Nikki’s hip spoke up. “Shut up, no it doesn’t.” Tommy snapped at her, “It sounds rad T-bone, you’ll have to tell me more later...now how about drinks?”

I came back shortly after, handing a milkshake to Tommy and his female companion of the night, a water to the red head that was all over Nikki, and then a shooter of JD to him.

“Oh Van, this is Heather.” Tommy smiled, pointing to the blonde that was sitting next to him, “Vanity Blackwood..” I introduced myself sticking my hand out, “Heather Locklear.” She replied, shaking my hand,

“Wait...you’re in that show, right?” I asked her and she smiled, “Not the Fall guy.” Tommy said with a chuckle. “No I know that, Dynasty right?” I asked her and she nodded. “My roommates and I watch it whenever it’s on, how did you guys meet?” I asked, confused.

“The party.” Tommy said, then had an awkward chuckle, “After you and Nikki...ya know, disappeared.” Tommy said, wiggling his eyebrows. “Don’t remind me.” I joked, looking at Nikki who was glaring at me.

Tommy motioned me to come closer, so I did as he cupped his hand around my ear, “I think I’m in love.” He whispered, I smiled at him, gently putting my hand on his head and ruffling his hair.

“What can I get to eat for everyone?” I asked, “I’ll take the cheeseburger deluxe with extra fries.” Tommy told me, I nodded. I looked at Nikki and he shook his head, “I’m fine.”

“Ladies?” I asked them, “Just a small salad for me.” Heather said, and I nodded, “You?” I questioned the redhead, “I think I’ll just skip to dessert.” She said, eyeing me while kissing the side of Nikki’s neck, a smirk on his lips as her lipstick left a print on his skin.

A part of me felt a deep rooted fit of jealousy when I saw her lips on him, the same exact spot I had left my mark on him a week ago.

“Your food will be out shortly.” I said, before walking away, clutching the pen so hard I thought the ink was going to burst out.

“Did you see that Tommy and Nikki are here?” Tonya said, taking off her jacket as she had just gotten back from her lunch, “Yes! Of course I saw they were here, with girls too!” I shouted while turning around to face her.

“Uh whoa, what’s your problem?” She asked, tying the apron around her waist, “Nothing, I’m fine. It’s all good.” I told her, sarcastically of course.

“Has he apologized yet?” She asked, I side eyed her, “I’ll take that as a no.” She said, walking out of the kitchen and. going to the floor, walking up to a customer to take more orders.

“Orders ready.” Rubio told me, as he placed the tray of food on the window seal, “Thank you.” I grabbed the tray, while walking it over to them,

“Here you go, T-bone.” I put his plate down in front of him, then Heathers in front of her.

“So you’ve known Julian for a while?” I froze when Nikki asked me that. Has Julian already called? What did he say to them? Did he say something about me?

“Uh...he’s..” I stuttered, pausing my words as Nikki looked at me, “Van? Hello? I asked you a question.” Nikki said, snapping his fingers in my face, “He’s a friend...someone I use to know.” I spat out quickly,

“Have you talked to him?” I asked Nikki, pushing Tommy’s shoulder softly so he could scoot over, “Only over the phone, he’s flying out here in a few days.” Nikki replied, my eyes going wide. “He seems like a nice dude.” Tommy said, mouthful of food. My eyes darted to him when he said that, “What?” Tommy said in a confused manner.

“He said he’s known you since you were a teen.” Nikki said, taking a sip of JD. “That’s all he said?” I asked, trying to clarify. “No, he also mentioned that you dated him for a long time...oh, and engaged too.” Nikki replied, more aggression in his voice as he went on. “Forgot to mention that one Vanity.” He snapped, leaning back into the booth while wrapping his arm around the back of it.

“You seem to hide a lot of secrets from me. You forgot to mention you are filthy rich and forgot to mention you were engaged, what else are you lying about?” Nikki questioned, his eyebrow slightly raising.

“I haven’t lied about anything.” I told him, my voice getting a tad louder.

“Guys...” Tommy said, slyly nodding his head toward Heather.

“I have to get back to work.” I said standing up, “Vanity, we are not done talking.” Nikki said, standing up and following me. “Go back to your red headed groupie, she’s waiting for you.” I said as I kept walking away from him.

“Vanity.” He said, grabbing my wrist. “Nikki, I’m at work! Let go of me!” I whisper-shouted as he dragged me down the side hallway and led me to the bathroom, closing the door and locking it.

“So you thought hiring your ex-fiancé would make things better for Vince? I told you to stay out of it!” He whisper-shouted back, causing my eyes to roll as my arms crossed my against my chest.

“Vince called me! He called asking for help because your manager doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing!” I said, unfolding my arms and jabbed my finger into his chest. “I am helping Vince! Your lead singer, and you don’t seem to care!” I yelled, continuing to poke my finger into his chest, knowing it is more than likely pushing his buttons.

“So yeah! I called Julian! Did I want too? No of course not! I absolutely hate him with every ounce of fiber in my body! In fact, I wish he was fucking dead.” I yelled at him, his eyes going wide when I said that.

“So I did this for Vince, I did this for the band, and I did it for you! Even though you don’t give a shit about me!” I continued to berate him. His hand slowly reached up, grabbing mine and removing it from his chest and gently rubbing his thumb across it, causing me to calm down as he continues.

“I never said I didn’t care.” I rolled my eyes, “You might as well have.” He sighed, giving me a stern look, “Would you just fucking listen to me!” Raising his voice, he took his hand away from mine, “I said fucked up shit to you and you didn’t deserve it, I am sorry for that. I was just angry, upset at the whole situation. I didn’t mean a single word I said.” He spoke softly, resting his hand under my chin to make me look at him.

“Then why would you say that Nikki? I felt worthless to you, like I was just another random girl you put your dick in.” He closed his eyes and exhaled through his nose, “Doll, I care about you so much, and I never want to make you feel like that. You were just the first person that crossed my path, and that is fucked up. I know you were just trying to make sure I was alright.” He said, my eyebrows scrunched together as I stepped away from his hand.

“So you just decide to be an asshole?! All because I was trying to check on you? I didn’t even fucking know yet that Raz had died or Vince was on his way to jail! They are my friends too Nikki!” I shout, causing me to become worked up once again.

“Van...Vanity...just calm down.” Nikki said, placing his hands on my shoulders but I smacked his hands off of me, I could tell he was also getting frustrated with me.

“Don’t tell me to calm down! You fucked me and then you treated me like shit! And I’m not gonna let you use the ‘oh I was angry and I didn’t mean it’ excuse!” I yelled, mocking his voice.

“How do you think I felt? I needed you and you didn’t answer my fucking calls! I tried coming over with Tommy, but Lucia and Tonya wouldn’t let me in because they said you had been too upset & crying that afternoon! I tried to apologize to you, I fucking needed you! My friend died and my brother almost fucking died and now he’s in jail! They told me you were crying and it fucking hurt! I care about you and us more then you fucking think, Vanity!” He shouted. I was taken back, I gawked at him as I took a step back. Us? There’s an us?

“Us?”” Nikki rolled his eyes, “Yes, us! There’s an us!” He shouted in frustration, “What? No there isn’t.” I was skeptical about what he was saying.

“Yes there fucking is, and don’t you tell me there isn’t! You always flirt with me! You’re always touching me, always trying to lean your head on me, or hold my hand or hold my arm! You are there for me when you shouldn’t be! There is an us, Vanity! We have a thing! A confusing, fucked up thing!”

My lips parted as I watched him pace around the bathroom, “Why do you think I get pissed off when you’re flirting with someone else? And yeah, you can say all day long that you aren’t flirting with them, but you are. Why do you think I won’t let the other guys have you, if we didn’t have a thing I would’ve already passed you around the band!” He yelled at me,

“It’s not like you’re my boyfriend.” I told him, his eyes instantly locked on mine. He took one stride over to me, as he placed his hands on the side of my face.

“I know I’m not your boyfriend, I’m not saying I want to be. But you and I have a thing going on whether you’d like to admit it or not Vanity. You are mine and everyone around us knows that. I always make it a point to let any guy I introduce you to know that, so they know to back off.” His eyes were dark, but his lips looked so tempting at the moment.

“Then how come if I’m yours you still go out of your way to fuck multiple girls a night, if I’m yours then you’re mine, Sixx.” He smirked, slowly taking his hands away from my cheeks.

“And that’s why we can’t be together. I don’t want a girlfriend, I couldn’t be faithful to you.” He said with a smile which made me laugh, “At least you’re honest.” I told him, while rolling my eyes.

“Can’t we just fuck? And nothing else cause jesus christ Vanity, why was that engagement broken off anyways? Julian couldn’t keep it up, huh?” Nikki said jokingly, I forced a laugh out of me.

“I want more of what I got from you...so can we? Just hook up and nothing else? Would you be okay with that?” He questioned, putting his hand on my lower back, slowly making its way to my ass.

I looked up at him, silently deciding for a moment. “Okay...but you can’t get mad when I fuck someone else.” I teased him, “Same goes to you.” He replied, “And you can’t get attached to me.” I added on, “Doll, you’ll be the one doing the attachment...not me.” I smirked, nodding, “I have to get back to work,my shift is almost over.” I said, looking down at my watch.

“Not so fast.” He said, putting his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me into a rough kiss. I groaned into his lips, as his tongue found its way to mine. He slowly backed me up to the counter, lifting me up so I can sit on it.

His hands trailed down my sides, while peeling my shirt off. His lips slid down to my jaw, then to my neck leaving a wet kiss before leaving yet another hickey on my neck, “Shouldn’t you get back to your chick of the night?” I asked, putting my hands under his shirt, trying to take it off. He stopped kissing my neck and rested his forehead on my shoulder, sighing in frustration, “You sure now how to ruin a moment, don’t you?” He asked, finally looking at me and giving me another kiss.

“Fuck her.” He said, while unbuckling his belt, then fumbling with the button and zipper “Isn’t that the point?” I smirked, while hopping off the counter. I put my hand on his chest, backing him up so he was leaning against the wall. I watched him as I dropped to my knees in front of him, “Fuck, don’t look at me like that.” He breathed out, as i tugged his pants down, “Like what, Nikki?” I asked, pulling out his hard member as he tilted his head back.

I gripped his hard cock before slowly taking him into my mouth, moaning when I did so. I began to move my head up and down, then placed a kiss on the tip. I started pumping his shaft, quickly going back to giving him what he wants.

My tongue swirled around the tip of his dick as I kept working my way further down the shaft, “Fuck.” He dragged out his favorite word, while putting his hand on the back of my head, entangling his fingers into my hair, making me take more of him into my mouth.

I looked up at him, giving him a wink, “Jesus Christ, Van.” He moaned, looking down at me and taking his bottom lip in between his teeth. “You look so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.” Nikki groaned, pushing the stragglers of hair out of my face, my face going hot as a crimson shade scatters my cheeks.

I continued as his moans started echoing through the bathroom, almost forgetting I was in my work of employment. I closed my eyes, Nikki’s hand gripped itself around my arm, “Come here.” He said, pulling me up off my knees and turning me around so I was bent over the sink.

Nikki lifted up my skirt, while pulling down my underwear, letting his fingers run against me, before slowly putting one inside of me as his thumb gently brushed against my clit, his finger pumping in and out slowly, “Nikki, common.” I whispered my pleas, noticing a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth through the mirror.

I heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper as he quickly slid it onto his shaft. His hands came up to my hips, and in one swift motion I felt his cock tease my entrance. Biting my lip, I pushed my self back onto him, “Impatient, are we?” He chuckled to himself as he eased himself into me, causing a loud moan to escape my lips, quickly putting my hand over my mouth.

Nikki’s pace started picking up as he kept hitting the same spot over and over. He put his hands on my hips again as he rhythmically gave it to me harder. I tried holding back my whimpers as I kept hearing people walk past the bathroom door, “C’mon Doll, be loud for me, who cares if they can hear.” Nikki groaned, removing my hand from my mouth, holding it behind my back.

I felt the familiar pit form deep inside of me as Nikki fucked me harder, “God, Nikki!” I moaned out as I gripped the counter.

My eyes almost popped out of my head when I heard Tonya’s voice, “Vanity! Are you in there!” Tonya banged on the bathroom door, “I’ll be right out!” I yelled, my voice was shaky.

I closed my eyes, trying to focus on how Nikki was making me feel, “You gonna cum for me?” Nikki whispered into my ear, his teeth grazing against it as he sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t form a sentence, only a head nod. I saw his smile that made me melt into his rugged hands.

“Vanity come on! I want to go home!” Tonya yelled, banging on the door once more. “Coming!!” I yelled as soon as I felt my release, my legs almost buckling underneath me, but he kept me in place.

“She can wait, I’m almost-“ “Have you seen Nikki?” We both heard Tommy’s voice, “Always wanting to ruin it.” Nikki said through gritted teeth, as he dug his fingertips into my hips and beginning to thrust into me faster, trying to get closer to his orgasm.

“Ah fuck...” Nikki moaned as his thrusts started to slow down. He kept himself inside of me as he rode out his release. He rested his head on the back of my shoulder, kissing it before leaving a soft bite.

He took himself out of me and I quickly pulled up my panties, pulling my skirt back down. “Here.” Nikki said handing me my shirt, I took it and slipped it over my shoulders, “What is that?” Nikki stopped me, my shirt half on as his finger touched my back.

“That’s one gnarly fucking scar, how’d you get that?” He asked curiously, “Don’t worry about it.” I told him, before grabbing his jaw and kissing his lips. I waited until he was decent too, before opening the door, only to run into both Tommy and Tonya.

“Oh hi guys.” I said, slamming the door, holding the door knob behind my back so Nikki couldn’t open it. “What were you doing in there?” Tonya asked me, her arms across her chest, “Have you seen Nikki? That chick left.” Tommy questioned, “Uh no...haven’t seen him.” I told them, but Nikki forcefully opened the door, making it bang against the wall.

“Oh, hey.” Nikki said as he stood behind me, continuing to adjust his shirt. “Nice, man.” Tommy said sticking his hand up for a high five, I glared at him and he put his arm back at his side.

“Now that your activities are over...I want to go home, I counted out for you.” Tonya told me, I nodded without making eye contact. I followed her as the boys followed behind us.

“At her job, that’s fucking sleazy.” Tommy whispered but not quiet enough for me not to hear him, “Shut up, T-bone.” Nikki replied with a laugh in his voice.

I grabbed my belongings from the coat rack. I watched as Tommy walked over to Heather, giving her his leather jacket. “Sorry about your girl.” I told Nikki, he rolled his eyes, “They come a dime a dozen.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders, I shook my head and laughed.

Nikki walked me to my car around back where Tonya was waiting impatiently for me, “Our tour is getting held back because of everything with Vince.” He explained, “So you’ll be home for a while?” I asked, which only got a nod in return. “Well...I’ll be seeing more of you then.” I said while biting my lip and looking at him.

“And I’ll be seeing a lot more of you too.” He said, his eyes looking me up and down. He put his hand on the side of my face, bending down to give me a kiss but I turned my head, “Not in front of them.” I warned him, motioning to Tonya behind me and to Tommy and Heather who were waiting at their car for Nikki.

“Oh fuck them, they already know we fucked.” He growled while forcing his lips onto mine, as his hands reached down to my ass and squeezing it. “Easy, Sixx.” I teased him as I broke the kiss, backing away from him and walking to my car.

“Goodnight Vanity.” I turned around, giving him another glance and a smile. “Bye, Nikki.” I told him as I opened the car door, sitting down in the drivers seat.

“You gonna tell me what all that is about?” Tonya questioned me, I looked over at her while turning the key in the ignition. “It’s nothing.” I said, but I knew I had a cheesy grin on my face. “Doesn’t seem like nothing to me.” I laughed, “I swear, it’s nothing.” I replied as I started to drive out of the parking lot.

“You’re blushing like a school girl.” She pointed out, while poking my cheeks, “I am not!” I said covering my cheeks, “Someone has a crush.” I rolled my eyes, shaking my head in disapproval.

“God, what are we, like twelve again?” I asked her, making her laugh, “No! But it’s nice to see you feel this way about someone.” She said, I looked over at her, “I don’t feel anything towards him.” She gave me a glare, “What I’m serious? He’s hot and he’s a great fucking lay, and he doesn’t want the relationship part which is perfect for me.” I explained to her.

“Don’t fuck around and get your feelings hurt, Van. I would hate to see your guys friendship get ruined.” She playfully warned me, I looked over at her, “I know better than that, it’s just a fun little thing.” I said, she nodded, not continuing to give me her opinion of my new found relationship with Nikki.

#im so fucking sorry its long lmfao #i literally couldnt stop my self from typing #the dirt #the dirt fanfic #nikki sixx #nikki sixx fanfic #motley crue #motley crue imagine #douglas booth #douglas booth!nikki sixx #1980s #rock n roll #fanfiction #my writing #my idea

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doomfisthero · 7 years ago

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Peace Talks - The Brothers

Here’s the second RP Matty and I did, starring Keaton’s older brothers, Felipe and Champ! Enjoy!

I’m sorry I yelled at you guys and hung up. Are you free to talk soon?

As Keaton looked down at the message that he’d sent his brothers a couple of days ago, shortly after his talk with Thuban, he found it inadequate compared to everything that he was trying to make up for. It was just so…short. It felt pathetic. The message he’d sent Raptor had been longer, but his sister was a different person – thorough and proper, and lacking, to Keaton’s knowledge, any awareness of his troubles. He’d spelled out his issues in much greater detail to her: his separation anxiety, his fear of abandonment, and his fear at the unfamiliarity of normal life.

She hadn’t responded yet, but that was understandable. Her life as a pilot kept her busy. Keaton’s brothers, on the other hand, had replied within the end of the day. They’d both assured him that they weren’t upset at all, and that they were more than happy to talk with him. It helped Keaton to know that his brothers weren’t angry, but he was still ashamed. From what they and Thuban had said, he’d caused them a bit of worry.

It weighed on Keaton, forcing him down as though forcing him into a space too small for him. His shoulders sagged, and his head tilted down without meaning to.

A few minutes after the time they’d decided on, the video call begin to ring on Keaton’s tablet. As quickly as he could, the boy answered it.

A video popped up of Felipe and Champ in their dorm room. Champ was wearing a T-shirt and jeans instead of his cape, vest, and shorts, which was normal as of recently because of university dress code, but surprisingly, Felipe's hair streak was sky blue instead of its normal bright red. Had he re-dyed his hair? Another odd, awkward change.

"Keeto!" Champ thundered, a big smile on his face once Keaton came into view on their end. Felipe nodded and smiled as well, his pale eyes filled with warmth.

"Hey, guys," Keaton said, giving his brothers a small wave. "Felipe, I really like your hair. Any reason for the change?" Keaton's first instinct was that it was related to him somehow - sky blue was his color - but he didn't want to assume.

"Oh, this?" The Leo Ranger looked up at the streak and chuckled. "Well, your eighteenth birthday is soon, right? I wanted to dye it in your honor."

"I helped!" Champ announced proudly. He took a seat on the couch of their dorm room and crossed his arms, arching an "eyebrow". "So, what's up, little bear? Pops told us you were having some serious zarking issues a few days ago, but he said you'd tell us more."

"Is it... related to that outburst you had?" Felipe fielded, sitting next to his older brother and angling the cellphone he and Champ were using to communicate so that Keaton could see both of them in the frame.

Keaton took a shaky breath and nodded. "Yeah," he muttered, feeling himself close off further. He forced his shoulders still. He'd already spoken with Papa, but this was a different feeling. He'd been scared then, a young boy in need of comfort. Now he was shameful. He'd done something wrong. This was his fault.

"I'm...I'm sorry, guys," he murmured, feeling tears of shame pool under his eyes. "I'm so sorry I yelled at you, that I said what I said." He felt his chest tighten. "And I-I'm sorry I pretended to be busy for so long before so I couldn't talk to you. And I'm sorry our first meeting in a while ended with me reaming you guys out and hanging up. And I'm sorry I didn't take any of your calls after that. I love you guys so, so much, believe me. I just..." He bowed his head slightly as the tears began falling. "I'm just...having a really bad time right now."

The elder Chuan brothers looked to one another, then at Keaton. Felipe bit his lip. Champ tapped his hoof. Neither of them had expected Keaton to start crying because of what happened. However, they were his brothers. They had to do something.

And so, something they did.

"Keaton..." Felipe started. "Keaton, whatever is going on, it's... I can't say it's okay, but we aren't mad at you or upset with you for whatever the zark happened that lead to you freaking out." He sighed. "I have no idea what's wrong, but I want to help you however I can."

"I do too," Champ rumbled in a softer, more sedate tone than his ordinary one. "Little bear, whatever you gotta let out, you can let out with us. Tell your big bros what's up."

Keaton shook for a moment, then nodded and murmured, "Okay." He looked up at his tablet and wiped away his tears. "There's, um, a lot of stuff I've been talking about with Papa, just stuff in general, and then there's...some stuff specific to the two of you. I'll start with the-the general problem." He took a few deep breaths. His brothers were here with him. He trusted them. "I miss you all," Keaton began. "A lot. We were always...together on the Asclepius, and now it's just me and Papa, and I'm not used to that. It's...different. And you're all...off doing amazing things with your lives, now that Hyperspace has fallen, and I...I don't know what to do with mine. Papa's been teaching me how to act, and I'm learning a lot and I know you guys think I'm going to be great, but I...I'm scared that if I can't...keep up with you guys, I'm going to fall behind and, I don't know, lose sight of you all."

"Baloney!" Champ blurted out before he could stop himself. "Kee, you're only just turning eighteen! None of us really have it together except Shaula, Solomon, and Raz, either- whaddaya think Feli and I are in college with Liz for?"

"Champ, have a little tact, please?" groused Felipe. He cleared his throat. "Uh, I'm no good at this either, but Keaton, Champ is right. We really... aren't doing that amazing, not even Shaula. We're all just on the path to... hopefully finding success, just like you." He shrugged, shifting a little uncomfortably. "And I know you must be lonely with only Dad for company, and... we can't really do too much about that, but all of us are here for you in spirit."

Champ butted in again, pushing Felipe slightly off to the side- to his credit, the Red Ranger took it with the knowledge that he didn't mean anything by it. "You don't hafta figure out what to do with your life right away, either. Felipe actually only just decided he wanted to go to college since he never thought he could. He had to drop out of high school, for crying out loud!"

"Yes, dredge up that unfortunate little tidbit, why don't we," Felipe said with a dry smirk. "Ze'ev dropped out too, after he had to leave his friend Mr. Levenson and hide out on that vine-choked nightmare of a planet where we found him before you came along. We're all taking small steps towards our goals, little bro. It's alright to be a little lost, because we're all together to help one another along, even if it isn't physically, and we're all... bouncing back from all the crap we've had to deal with."

"That's..." Keaton thought for a moment and sighed. "I hadn't thought about it like that," he admitted. He'd only seen that everyone in his family was doing something. He hadn't much opportunity to see what they were doing, through their eyes. Maybe he and his family were on a much more even level than he'd expected. "I just..." he debated his next words for a moment, then said them aloud. "I didn't...really have an opportunity to live, to be a person, y'know?" He rubbed his forehead. "I've always been an heir, or a prisoner, or a Ranger. I've always been fighting against my family. What if I'm...too used to that?" That was his deepest fear - that his final birthright, the poison within him, would keep him from happiness for the rest of his life. "What if...I can't do anything else because...I never had the chance to be anything else? What happens then?"

"Keaton, that's the biggest load of crud I've ever heard come out of your mouth!" snorted Champ. "That ain't gonna happen. You're getting that chance right now! Hyperspace is gone, you're hanging with us, and life is finally better than it was!"

"Tact!!" hissed Felipe, facepalming in exasperation. "Ugh, what the Steel Steer over here is trying to say is that things are different now. I never thought I'd be anything more than a taxidermied head mounted on some Malicetrate's wall when I became a fugitive. I never thought I'd actually have people who fought for me, who taught me how to fight and how to believe that this world is worth fighting for, and helped me get over the worst parts of my depression and trauma. You don't need to be one of those things anymore, buddy... you can be an actor, a friend, a spacefarer, a little brother, a boyfriend, or anything else you want to be. And no matter what, you'll always have us to turn to, no matter what goes wrong."

"And you're a hero now, Kee," Champ added. "You helped kick Hyperspace out on its fascist ass and saved the universe from an eternity of tyranny. We aren't just our background. Otherwise I'd still be nothing but a fighting machine and Felipe would still be Mister Mopey."

"Plus, we're technically in the same boat as you," Felipe pointed out. "All of us are from Hyperspace famiglias by birth. But we're past that, and we're getting written about in news articles and history books as heroes!"

Keaton chuckled. "Yeah, I guess that's all true," he said. "It's...I don't want to say funny, but serendipitous that you mention our birth. That...sort of ties into the other thing I mentioned, the thing I've been going through specific to the two of you. Why I lost my mind at you two. I, um, don't mean to bring down the mood, since it's gotten better, but should I...?"

"Go right ahead," both of his brothers chorused. It was funny hearing them speak in such perfect unison.

Keaton chuckled again. "Okay, so...none of this is your fault. I want to make that clear. Nothing that you have said or done or been is responsible for how I've been," he stated. "I have always thought of us as equals. Not just because we're brothers, or our signatures on the adoption papers, but because we came from the same place. Hyperspace. But we've all overcome that. We're the same." Keaton formed a triangle out of his thumbs and index fingers - equal on all sides - and held it up. "This is us. Let's say I'm the point on top, and you two are on the bottom. The space between us is equal, and so are we.

"But now - and again, I swear this isn't your fault - you guys are not only gone like everyone else, you're together. You can...do things with each other that I can't. You can share experiences that I have no place in. And I know, believe me, I know that this is petty, but...I feel like I'm drifting away from you guys." Keaton slid his thumbs past each other, and the equilateral triangle became isoceles; smaller on the base, but equally far on the sides. "And when we used to talk, I started to realize that...I didn't understand what you two were talking about. What you were laughing about. I wasn't... equal like you guys anymore. And that hurt." Keaton lowered his hands. "That's why I stopped talking to you guys for a while. I thought that-that if I isolated myself from you, I could make myself feel better, but all it did was make me even lonelier. And when I came back, I still didn't understand, and it still hurt, but now I knew that I couldn't leave without it hurting too, and I..." Keaton's voice cracked, but no tears fell. "I didn't know what to do. And I feel terrible telling you guys this, but...it's how I've felt for a while now."

Both boys on the other end of the connection became progressively more wide-eyed as Keaton's explanation went on. They sat in silence, staring quietly, but the silence was broken soon by a sniffle from Felipe and a soft, involuntary whimper from Champ. Oily tears were leaking out of Champ's eyes, and he lifted his shirt up to wipe them, getting stains on it. "Keet," he said softly, "I- I never knew you felt that way, bud.."

"Neither did I," said Felipe. "We... we should've tried to make you feel more included. All those stupid inside jokes and ga'ak like that... we had no idea you felt excluded because you didn't understand." He looked down in shame. "We should have asked if you were okay sooner. I- I mean, you don't want us to feel like this is our fault, I know, but... we still could've at least tried to bridge the gap for you..."

"It's not your fault," Keaton said reassuringly, shaking his head. "I didn't want to tell you guys anything because, well, you're just living your lives. You're finally living your lives, now that Hyperspace is gone. And I was...scared and confused, and I didn't want to speak up because I didn't want you to feel bad about that. I love hearing that you're happy, I do. It's my problem, not yours."

"It's all of our problems if anything..." Champ looked like he was restraining himself from bawling. "Keaton, we've missed out on so much with you, too! Don't take everything on yourself!"

"You should be able to live your life too, Keaton." Felipe managed to choke his own tears back briefly. "We should have made a better effort to connect to you and keep you updated." As he spoke, he wiped his eyes repeatedly, his forearm becoming wetter and wetter with each try. "And we miss you too... It isn't the same without you or Dad around, i-it really isn't."

"Hey, it's okay," Keaton said, wiping fresh tears from his own eyes. "Don't hold anything back on my account. Let it out."

(Next segment skipped to avoid drowning of both role-playing parties in a flood of fictional and real tears. Insert whatever you like into here. I, for one, like to believe it involved many tearful declarations and reassurances of love, and a number of recent happenings shared between all characters.

Resuming in progress...)

"Alright, you guys okay?" Keaton hiccuped. The last of his tears dried on his face, but even with the trails there was no denying that he was in a better mood. "Ah, that felt good. I missed doing stuff like this with you guys. I didn't realize you guys were feeling lonely, too." A thought occurred to him. "Actually, that works out really well, because now I have some really good news." Keaton smiled. "For a while now, I've been thinking about enrolling in college with college with you guys. It was meant to be a backup plan, but now more than anything, I think I was trying to run away from my problems." He waved it away. "Anyway, I brought it up with Papa, and he was really supportive. He said it could be nice for me to have you guys and Liz around to support me. Nothing's set in stone, but there's a visiting day coming up, and I'm thinking of attending. So...maybe I'll be seeing more of you guys soon."

The boys smiled at that news. "You're really thinking of that?" asked Champ. "Well, hey, that'd be great! We can show you our dorm and everything!"

"Y-yeah, that'd be awesome!" Felipe nodded exuberantly. "And you'll get to see my new 'do up close, too." He flipped the dyed portion of his hair and grinned. "Keaton, it's so good to be able to talk to you, you know that? You're the best little bro anyone could ask for."

Keaton smiled, the expression every bit as warm as the fuzziness growing inside of him. "Aw, thanks, guys. I wouldn't trade you two for anything either. I can't wait to see you again. I'm gonna give you two all the hugs."

"We'll be sure to return them in spades!" Felipe pumped a fist in a very Champlike attitude. An alarm dinged somewhere in the distance, and both of their eyes widened.

"That'll be the pizza we were making," Champ said. "Better go get that out of the oven before it burns. I wish you were here to share it with us!" He wiped a few more stray tears away, and made a motion like he was trying to air-hug Keaton. "We should probably go for now, but take care, alright? We love you, baby bro, and don't you ever forget it!"

"I love you, too," Keaton grinned. "I'll see you guys soon! It's gonna be great!"

"Yeah! See you real soon!" Felipe waved goodbye, and the call cut out on his and Champ's smiling faces, full of love for their little brother.

#power rangers nebula nine #keaton (nebula nine)#felipe (nebula nine)#champ (nebula nine)#story time with me and my buddy #role play #unbelievaball #nebula nine spoilers #long post

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babycharmander · 7 years ago

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Okay so time to post some stuff before I forget!

I WENT TO PAX WITH JAYWINGS uh ... when was that, a week ago? Two weeks ago? Something like that. I wanted to post about the stuff I got there, but due to various nonsense had to have said stuff shipped home. But I have it now, so without further ado, my PAX loot!

...Well wait, first, let me show you a couple cool things I got at the MoPOP, which I visited BEFORE I went to PAX:

At the MoPOP they had a Jim Henson exhibit, which included puppets from the Dark Crystal! I took like a bajillion pictures of that exhibit so remind me to post them later. Anyway, at the exhibit’s giftshop they had a lot of really cool t-shirts featuring The Dark Crystal and Labyrinth, two of my favorite movies, but I didn’t wind up getting one. ...Buuut Jaywings’s mom got me the t-shirt on the left as a birthday present!! IT’S SO COOOOL

As for the book on the right, when we went to the museum’s gift shop (after spending ages looking through the exhibits), we looked through some of the books there and I was stunned to see THIS particular book. The reason being that I used to have it as a kid (albeit with a different cover) and I read it like 500 times, and then lost it. The comic wasn’t terribly expensive so when I saw it I bought it immediately. Need to read it again soooon!

OKAY NOW ON TO THE ACTUAL PAX LOOT!

“BC,” you ask, “why is literally all of your PAX loot from Double Fine?”

Yes, well, there are two answers to that question, one of which requires a longer explanation. The shorter one, though, is that I love Double Fine’s games (particularly Psychonauts and Grim Fandango, though I’m also very much looking forward to Ooblets), and I wanted to get at least one thing from their booth this year. I wound up getting the Psychonauts cinematic soundtrack, and the Grim Fandango art print (which has a Steam code for the game on it! I might do a giveaway for it or something since I already have the game), the latter of which I bought because there is virtually no merch of that game so I will buy whatever they have.

The second reason is that, as you know, Jaywings and I both cosplayed as characters from Double Fine games (Raz from Psychonauts and Manny from Grim Fandango respectively), and the first thing we did was visit the Double Fine booth. The people there were thrilled to see us cosplaying and took a bunch of pictures, and then one of the guys there... offered us free t-shirts??? I had been planning on getting it anyway, so I got the Grim Fandango styled Double Fine shirt you see there (and then proceeded to play the Ooblets demo because HECK YEAH OOBLETS).

But that’s not the end of it! Double Fine posted the pictures of us to their twitter, and Tim Schafer was disappointed that he’d missed us, so he asked us to come back when he was at the booth, which we did. He took pictures with us, and signed some stuff of ours, like my Grim Fandango Prima guide:

(I need to post some of the stuff from this guide sometime... It has some art I’ve never seen before and some interesting details that I’m not sure are canon or not.)

Anyway, Tim also told us to come to the Double Fine party the next day, which we agreed to do. So... we did! And when we got there, the first thing we saw was a table with all the Double Fine merchandise on it. Jaywings and I talked to the people working the table a while and mentioned that we were the ones cosplaying yesterday, and the people there were super-excited about that. We talked a bit about the different games and how I was looking forward to Ooblets, which led to their asking if we’d gotten Ooblets pins yet. When we said that we hadn’t... they gave us each one for free?!?! And then when I spotted the Psychonauts poster, I asked to buy it... and they gave us each one of THOSE for free too?? (Plus the tote bag to carry it in, but I think those were free anyway.) I was kinda stunned at their generosity but I’m not complaining!

Oh yeah, the poster! We talked to Tim Schafer again, and he signed our posters! Here’s mine:

It was hard to get a good picture of it because it’s still curled up, and I don’t have it framed yet. But yes, Tim did sign it:

And check THIS out!

He scribbled a little Manny head! \o/ AAAA it’s so cool

I had a lot of fun cosplaying and the Double Fine party was a blast, of course.

Aaaand I think that concludes all the loot I got from PAX (and the MoPOP)!

#pax west 2017 #grim fandango #psychonauts #LONG POST #sorry this is so long but I've been wanting to show off this stuff for a while #currently wearing the double fine shirt--it is very nice

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kenstenbaum · 6 years ago

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RUNOUT

Against a pre-human exactitude, let’s no longer go to the under-layer of what is legible but progress to the edge of readability.

On imagine. On ne pourrait que mieux faire qu’ici, un coin de monde et vivre pour partir. Tous depuis des étapes différentes, l’épicentre des nœuds de routes était la situation de notre rencontre. Un soir arrive quand il pleut. Nous sommes deux, on tient la pause bouclés à des crochets tout terrain. Remplir ses propres formes dans l’attente de voir venir la forme. Pas le temps calme de revenir, au fond. Reprenons les suspensions de nos envies les plus coûteuses. Baisers, de quoi baiser la fertilité. Vendange des rondeurs de la ferti- lité. Tremors de dénivelés rocheux s’écaillent et craquent. Il faut se coller entièrement à l’horizon et gérer sans prise l’auto-centrisme.

Cherry pie and much more things on the list to be closer to what we like so much.

En grande vélocité, faire vibrer les stocks de recettes/dépenses en colonnes dégringolées. Dézinguées. En somme des envies de château, de vie mûre, séchée, congelée, réhumidifiée, craquer mon T-shirt.

À l’intérieur c’est tout chaud, comme une invitation à prendre un pas tranquille. Le dépôt de corps gras vient fondre à ma soudaine bave. Le corps gras de ces pauvres de peau, ça me colle à la peau de base. Ma poêle irritée en souvenir.

Sachant la place qui ne pourrait plus être occupée par une approche organique, on ima- gine empilé par succession, une décharge de la première place qui avait fait raz. RAZ

Les condors volent. Patience inconnu.

C’est arrivé en pleine lourdeur pour suturer et enfermer une réelle mélancolie. Pas moyen d’affecte ou d’sentiment. «Souviens-toi des histoires perdues», ON SAIT que l’on ne pourra revenir. Quand je me sens bien, je n’aime pas les flashs. Merci à l’indifférence, je ne songe jamais que vous êtes parallèles et multiples, que nos contacts ont des bords recroquevillés vers eux-mêmes. Salauds! Je vous aide déjà : Vous avez voulu rouler à notre mort mais je roule déjà à notre mort. Conduisez-moi, en tant que chef je dirai où la neige tombera. Riche de germes, parcourons les steppes de points de vie de vide. Ce moment spécial voulait que nous soyons seuls n’acceptant aucun entrouïr trop bête. Nous, orchestral, sans rire, à marcher du diable! Le vertige sans pédale.

General beat given aside.

“ Je pleure, et tu ne t’arrêtes pas de m’éblouir ! Pas moyen d’y voir un «Mezzo», le crash-test n’a pas aidé.

— Trash. — Sérieux! Ultima Vez, Ultima Vez. — Buttes-moi au canal, je te trouve si amère que je suis brûlé. — On tire vers l’être entier mais moi je ne peux pas me perdre anonymement.

Où est le commencement? Des ordures? Je vais tout jeter. — Vois-tu les dorures de mes bleus? — Route, mille routes, mille fois le tour sur un dragon. ”

Voilà pourquoi on se regardait, partageant entièrement la responsabilité des gains. Voilà mon sexe sans poils. C’est difficile d’arquer la face, les crêtes sourcilliaires sont trop éle- vées que tout n’y est pas. Elle a mal au visage ou putain à la tête. C’est un jeu, que nous te- nions notre verre à deux mains. Au début, c’est moi qui disais de ne pas embarquer. Mais tout content bien gagnant, le jackpot était bien là. La faille, quand le montant des gains devient supérieur à la capacité globale des comptes, déverse tous ses excès. On galère, ça se voit. Au fond, si on joue, c’est qu’on est au chaud! Dehors le froid. Pas possible de sor- tir de cette caisse. Chut! Possible, quand notre sueur nous dégoutera tant qu’on ne sentira plus l’envie de croquer, d’y laisser une sanglante. On appuiera again et grosse machine on play.

Poussé par un son de flash et de réacteurs, j’active maintenant la manette qui dévore. On se fait goûter en plat fumant. Plus de jambe ni de tronc corporel, que des grands bras et un mental en visio perspective à la première personne. Faisant tout pour garder la réflexion à l’œuvre, je grattais le marre du percolateur, une emmerdeuse et moi.

Les vestes de crises sont les données qui nous vendent de la musique bien qu’éternelle plastique lourd.

Au moins tenter le jeu, la musique pourrait se branler d’autre chose! Aucune vision n’aide à planer, toujours accueillante, elle zap sans dire aurevoir. Voilà du style!

“ On est chez nous! — Arrêtes le matos, on va déneiger ici. Nous somme resté concentrés. — On aura tout essayé, on reviendra? — Moi, j’ai tout donné. ” Langoureuse patience en attendant le retour de Joie. Elle est si

superficielle que nous seront amis au moins quelques années.

Il y a du potentiel libre service de thé et de café, et c’est gratuit! Les pommes ont une apti- tude à la survie. Pulsions novices, ça sera jamais que jouer de la trompette en trompette, genre la motivation et tout. Elle avait raison de commencer championne, elle connaissait l’habitude. Les résultats nuls sont exemples pour détails importants. Nous avons tout partagé dans le contrat de mise. De somme, sommes liés à l’émotionnel de mise.

You could generate a computer full all of this certain willingness of being real. Perfectly attached to the commandment in the right order and how money is. In succession, harmoniously. SUCCESSION.

The earth hemisphere is now and howsoever, a big plastic length of cord. In the inner interactions, the membrane which shows good manners of reflexion could just leave the movement in contract with an act. The too perfect pointed the member ‘free infinite’ to enclose it. Malabar islands have become numb and normal living purity, sharped in strip mall. The move there could be, I would never complain.

It talks about its creator. Once a real act has begun, just go with the run. Follow word by word, growing permanently and one day take it as an insult. Know that this fear will take over the driver’s hand. Unlike any route, leading to one’s, the part of what is suggested as thoughts, will melt perfectly to the horizon. Perfectly melted, I drive now in a slow big movement taking masses with the echo. Exponential echoes.

How can I be disturbed by my own ID creation, taking over when she followed me. I was following a note, pushing always, written on a sheet of paper placed behind me. Today I was really stressed, I cried.

I don’t really listen. Unknown route to an unknown village of knowledge.

According to you that we all learn a bit while intelligence is there, we never know how the rites are used by each.

As a visual oil coat, I would really like to encounter the wet now yet - then - wanting you, we all want this too cheap/not true. I love you, actors. All of you, actors.

Nom, prénom, âge... On part tous, égaux de ça. La santé morale pleure la riposte, le retour n’est pas informé ou injuste - c’est qu’on s’est engagé - maintenant c’est l’histoire du futur. Tombes en froid et réjouis toi d’un reste d’hyperthermie. Accroches-toi à ton palais et à tes pédales. Only pause pipi are allowed.

“ I will not be able to do it anymore, the battle in my hand bought the tickets which leave the earlier. ” Resolving a danger, trust me, take my hand, trust you, you took my hand.

On s’appelle pas souvent.

En plein pouvoir des liaisons extérieures, je pousse à saisir en simplicité et cohésion ce qui se présente. Il y a cette chaleur ambiante qui adoucit la terre où tout se développe un peu avec calme. Par cette ouverture, je me sens plus proche de vous et je voudrai presque être empathique ; Juste pour ce que j’aime bien. C’est la passe d’être las. En fait il fait beau alors on se sent beau et on oublie le reste, ça fait du bien.

AC (spreading) cool air is something I already hope could happen next time.

Il y a cette atmosphère veloutée noire. Surtout un grand lourd de gravité, l’air réconfor- tant, sûr, pour cacher des secrets cyniques. Couleur affolante des machines en l’air. 1000 milliards de possibilités avec 30 € en poche. On y passera la nuit honnêtement, le choix ça nous stresse pas trop on est venu pour en bouffer.

It was for banning all this crazy residue to make them totally invisible.

Prendre du poids, sentir que se remplir la panse à foison n’est pas possible, c’est tout pré- parer pour se branler en total, pour tout mettre en branle. Dépasser la raison primitive d’ingurgiter mais y faire passer le plus fluide des fluides quand il réclame le fruit de petits poids. Après l’oublie, l’appel d’air prend la place des parties nécessiteuses en gras et en sucre. La réactivité sera efficace, un manque de matière vive.

En venir aux extrèmes, apparement c’est ce qu’on voulait essayer de jouer et progresser, sans urgence, en répétant bon élève.

Juste la sensation — qu’elle te rende heureuse pour continuer, comme d’habitude. Abon- dance solo, une poussée de mes externes :

“ Merci de me sortir, j’aime ça! — Ça marche à tous les coups, gros reflux. — Tu me parles de ton image, elle se fait distordre. J’ai bien cru ne plus jamais te voir.

Impasse bien cruelle, n’est-ce pas? — Qui es-tu? — Le chicot 01855. ”

Pour organiser la même chose, on ne le fera plus. La première fois c’était déjà pas censé devenir concret. Plutôt une autre question mais cet endroit ne change pas. Toutes les nuits la même chose, personne ne nous accompagnera. C’est une zone — Unsafe — At your own risq.

For it should go slower, much more, or what is something that could possess time process and with it, would appear by the tuition wish of being present. I got to take a break in silence. I will just leave the situation and have a look from far away until it can drop me or if I like the scene, I would ask to stop again.

“ Big Spyro obscura, I thought what you did was terrifying. — What do you say when every speech is made to celebrate the venue of the frozen sun.

{...} — Don’t go against the wall that you won’t see. It is invisible, but also too big. — Go burn yourself. ”

D’une part d’enfant sauvage d’une autre de règle incandescente, je m’attache encore aux mets, ceux qui me parviennent et calment ma brusquerie. C’est à hauteur d’en baver sur chaise. Il n’y avait que, tout autour, des rebords moquettés d’épaisses matières étouffantes, absorbantes, pour focaliser son attention sur l’adresse à maîtriser où la dextérité simple d’expérience constiturait son beau language.

ENCORE - SIMPLES - des centaines de milliers de kilomètres à nous - où bon nous per- mettrons d’aller les nappes de sol noires. Impossible de décoller de l’apesanteur, la norme c’est de glisser comme un flotteur.

“ Tu rêves? — Assez oui, je m’y adonne et des fois j’y suis. Mais ça c’est le contrôle non-conscient. — Moi je dors dans le noir et je ne rêve pas. J’aime que ça se passe comme ça avec toi.

Tout ce qui bouge derrière s’efface pour charger les prochaines rafales en perspective. Tu es toujours en avance sur cette pleine immersion, j’arrive à te voir.

— C’est plus facile de me laisser conduire. Quand les jeux seront fait, tu prendra la relève.

— What the fuck! — It’s a cat, in the middle of the way. ”

There’s a cat in the middle of the road. It prevents with great distance that before us was the deep tranquillity of the area. It doesn’t move SO FAR.

“ Should we take right or left? — What is this? the end of the road? — A road does not end, it’s always leading to a road to another road... — This one is not finished, it is just blocked by rocks and trees. — It’s growing again. ”

Un moteur aérodynamique qui vrombit ça fait pas classe. Les phares ont une portée normale de 50 à 150 mètres environ.

When the appetite is twarted - CONTRECARRÉ

Une boîte mécanique _ une activation à la pièce comme un tour d’auto tamponneuse à laquelle il n’y a pas de limitte de temps, seule différence dans la partie, celle de s’éloigner au maximum des uns des autres... Si on lâche le jus, toute la chauffe se dissipe et l’ivresse redescend.

C’était l’idée de faire tapi pour une fois. Une quinte double flèche - un point à mille tours par seconde.

Les frontières territoriales sont ensevlies par les évènements naturels, celui-ci est de pluie, celui-là plein de sable venue des dunes. Les pistes formes des courants d’aspiration vers des étendues élancées.

Temperature will fall to — 54°.

Malheuresement, je ne passe pas inaperçu.

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