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they should totally put me in charge of a Max Steel reboot
#like mattel listen to me#listen#i would take such good care of it#please#like please#seriously#i got so many good ideas#just put me on charge#pleaase#max steel#i started other character sheets but then lost steam and got distracted#i plan on drawing the other characters later but for now enjoy these#max mcgrath#sydney gardiner
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Something that makes me happy #67:
Falling asleep to YouTube videos.
#something that makes me happy#I dunno something about it just makes my brain at ease#kinda like listening to friends talk from down the hall while you’re in bed 🤣#mental health#mine#positive thoughts#social anxiety#positive habits#positive thinking#productive thoughts#youtube#youtubers#subjectively#truegreen7#subjectively YouTube#ace trainer Liam#jenna marbles#rupauls drag race#bob the drag queen#trixie mattel#lindsay nikole#alpharad#jacob alpharad#jaiden animations#shiny Catherine#pragmagik#dimension 20#Bussy queen
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#this is also out now!#s2 dropped last week#I remember I listened to s1 and k was in like the last 5 min of ep 5 & first 5 min of ep 6#but you get to hear her use her Russian accent!#if anyone has listened to this and knows when/where t&k pop up let me know#brb gotta get free audible again#totally forgot about this but I follow Bowen and remembered they’re in it lol#don’t worry t&k I’ll promote your work on my drag queen side blog#katya#katya zamo#katya zamolodchikova#trixie mattel#trixie and katya
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one thing about me i will trick u into thinking i’m normal and like chill and have good music taste and then u start getting to know me and my lore and then you go ohhh no this girl is a bit strange she’s a bit weird she’s cringe. worst of all she still listens to the songs from winx club
#likeee i’m gonna b real.#winx club is like the future i was a winx club girl i was a lot of girls i watched a lot of fantasy media as u can all tell#the worst thing is that they whitewash the characters though like why is flora and aisha so PALS#pale*#anyways felt like i had to b upfront about this#idk why i said ruse u all know i’m like.#me. myself#and i. yeah#anyway the point of this post listen to winx club at least they have all the songs there unlike mattel for barbie fml still#every time i post a good spotify link there’s a winx club or barbie or monster high theme waiting in the wings#my text
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god help me when it's time to record fashion fairytale
#LISTEN#the animation is ugly#i hate what it implies for the Lore#i say imply but it outright states it sorry i do not agree mattel in my mind they ARE all separate people and not played by an actor#the whole Raquelle thing!!#like i know its completely against her personality but fuck that bitch up barbara!!!!#she should have also beat her ass in fairy secret but I have a love-hate relationship with fairy secret#And if we want to talk about really ugly animation there is the Barbie diaries#and princess power sorry but her face reminds me of a corpse face I can't unsee it those huge ass eyes#barbie movies#I will say one thing fashion fairytale did have going for it though it had some banger songs#I should upload that little CD sampler I got with a doll#I got one of those with a corinne doll too and if u happen to find the musketeer action anthem on YouTube you're welcome lmao
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Lauren Bacall (To Have and Have Not, The Big Sleep, Key Largo)—"Just put your lips together...and blow" excuse me ma'am i'm briefly going to turn into a kettle. She's the quintessential Femme Fatale who may betray me in the end but I'd let her it'd be worth it
Diahann Carroll (Paris Blues, Carmen Jones, Porgy and Bess)— Face of an angel. She had the range. She brought chemistry with every romance she portrayed. She also had a great fashion sense, and was so pretty Mattel made a doll based off of her.
We are in the quarterfinals of the Hot & Vintage Movie Women Tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Propaganda is not my own and is on a submission basis. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
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Diahann Carroll:
Another groundbreaking black actress, although she might be better remembered for her television roles. She was also an activist and worked with charities to support women in need.
here she is hanging out with shadow prince anthony perkins :3
Lauren Bacall:
"She is soooo neat. And hot. And everything. That one scene in To Have and Have Not where she says "you know how to whistle don't you? You just put your lips together and blow" altered my brain chemistry during media archaeology class and here we are."
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"The VOICE, the SLINK, the EYES. Woof."
"Lauren Bacall was a major lesbian awakening for me. Every picture of her makes it look like she’s about to destroy you physically and emotionally (why is that so hot, I may need help). She had incredible long running chemistry with her husband, Humphrey Bogart, but was an absolute star in her own right. I’ll never be over my crush on her."
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"She's got that confident, no-nonsense air about her. She's a boss babe who knows what she wants and gets it DONE. Staunch liberal Democrat her whole life. Campaigned for RFK. From Wikipedia: "In a 2005 interview with Larry King, Bacall described herself as "anti-Republican... A liberal. The L-word". She added that "being a liberal is the best thing on Earth you can be. You are welcoming to everyone when you're a liberal. You do not have a small mind."" Beautiful hair. Beautiful eyes. Beautiful lips. She's just beauty. LISTEN TO HER VOICE. TELL ME THAT'S NOT THE STUFF THAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF."
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ok i have been having this situation in my head for awhile and i completely agree with this post
so like a week ago i downloaded twt and made an acc under my user just to have my user saved on there and tweeted a little bit and checked out what was happening in the twt spaces of fandoms
and eventually a few days ago i deleted the app because i don’t plan to use it
but also
i made a tweet just saying i confess to actually liking the texture of poly and i swear like one hour later that’s when the designer posted that story/people pointed out the “secret message”
and i deleted the app out of stress from the whole situation because 1 i don’t get the outrage and 2 i am afraid my tweet will be seen as a response to this situation when it was just a very, very bad coincidence
but seriously i don’t get it people are complaining that “they buy all these dolls and defend mh but beg for no more poly and this is what happens?”
i know what the designer said was definitely a little snarky/mean spirited but… if you don’t like poly then don’t buy the doll? i REALLY don’t get it 😖😖
and people say that the designer could change this ? i’m not sure how much power designers have but designers are meant to design, not pick what type of products to use for a doll, please explain if it s actually possible anyone
i don’t know exactly how to put my thoughts completely out but i just don’t get the hate and i would like for someone to explain it better to me (again, please i srs don’t get the rage)
okay it's 1am but i gotta talk about this
one of the g3 designers (i believe it was the person who does faces?) made a little joke about "loving" polypropylene hair (a bit tone-deaf to ignore and poke fun at valid constructive criticism but nothing outrage worthy imo) and dolltwt is FUMING about it 😭
like it's totally understandable to not like poly for a myriad of reasons but people are getting,,VERY upset and i personally think it's a bit dramatic and petty 🤔 but i guess i shouldn't expect dolltwt of all places to be capable of having civil debates
#i want to emphasize on like#“we buy these dolls and you don’t listen!!#i don’t think mattel will listen to you not wanting poly if you still buy the dolls with poly#I JUST Really don’t get it Erm#i’m not a doll collector just a mh fan who buys mh dolls so that may be a barrier for my understanding#but still#v!??2!$#please no one hate me again please just explain#monster high
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HCs: Ken meeting a Human!Fem!Reader who owns a ranch
Wanted to write something for this movie bc it’s all I’ve been thinking about for the past two days. So enjoy, lovelies!
I’m taking requests for this movie so don’t be shy <3
[SPOILERS AHEAD]
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After going back to the Real World to find a purpose for himself, Ken runs into you, a country girl who left the Mattel company to take care of your ranch.
You just stopped in the city to find new outfits..and instead found him rollerblading through the park, immediately recognizing him as a Ken.
You may not be in the company anymore but you just knew (especially with his vibrant outfit giving it away).
You two hit it off right away and eventually you go shopping together.
He gets a new cowboy outfit and is bashful when you pay for it (to which you reply that you..really didn’t have a choice in the matter, as he had no money).
He’s like “ohh that happened before when I was with Barbie..we got arrested for the second time that day :D”
You’re very concerned and decide that he should stick with you from now on (not that anyone at Mattel would ever care about a Ken running around to begin with...you just didn’t wanna have to bail him out of jail).
On the truck ride back to your home, you mentioned owning a ranch and Ken’s in a w e
You tell him more about it, and he’s so intrigued and can’t stop staring at you the entire time, especially as you go on about how a lot of women in your world are cowgirls and how they aren’t represented enough.
He bluntly states that he once believed “patriarchy” was all about the horses and you nearly laughed, but he seemed sad about it, so you assure him if he wanted to see horses, he made the right decision coming with you.
You introduce him to one of your favorite steeds and he’s SO overjoyed to actually see one in person. Like petting its mane and asking dozens of questions like an excited kid.
“Are you sure Barbieland didn’t have any horses of their own?”
“No, we just have the ones on sticks and our imaginations.” He pouts, mimicking the way he rode invisible horses with his hands. “But this? This is WAY cooler!!”
He tries mounting your horse, envisioning himself riding off into the sunset, free as a bird while shouting “yeehaw” at the top of his lungs-
Only for it to rear its head up and nearly stomp on his foot, with you having to calm it down as he snaps back to reality, looking utterly distraught and stressed over upsetting it.
“Alrighty. Ken. If you wanna ride a horse..the first step is earning its respect. Thought you would’ve learned about that in those books....but if you’ll let me, I’ll show you how to properly mount one. Luckily this one here’s accustomed to double riders.”
His face lights up and he listens to every instruction you give him, from placing the saddle on its back to climbing on, and finally how to control the direction he wants it to go.
For this one time, however, you take the reins and let him sit behind you, hugging you a bit too tightly for your liking, but you allow it as you show him around the rest of your ranch.
He just likes the closeness fr and you.
By the time the day’s over, your horse got better acquainted with Ken and let him ride around for a little while before you gotta put it in the stable for the night.
Before he could worry about where he was gonna go, you tell him he can stay with you as long as he wants.
He’s so happy he just,,,,breaks down ugly crying into your arms.
Though he quickly apologizes, admitting he’s still getting used to crying freely and being more emotional and-
“It’s okay, Ken.” You reassure him. “We need more guys like that around here who ain’t afraid to shed a tear or two.”
“Th-Thanks...Barbie told me it’s an amazing feeling. And honestly..it kinda is.”
After that small heart-to-heart talk, he gifts you his horseshoe necklace as a sign of his appreciation, that dopey grin returning to his face when you take it and wear it right away.
Yeah, you’ve only met each other for a day and he’s smitten the moment you started treated him as an equal. You let him have his own room, bed, wardrobe, etc. (and in time he'll have his own horse too).
All you ask is that he helps you manage the ranch, but at this point he’s willing to do anything for you now.
Finally, he realizes this was his dream all along.
One that Barbieland couldn't provide, but that was alright.
Patriarchy is overrated, anyways. This was all he wanted.
#barbie#barbie movie#barbie 2023#barbie spoilers#barbie x reader#ken x reader#female reader#headcanons#fluff#just ken#barbie ken
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do you think jason gets turned on when you start rambling about something you’re interested or passionate about? like he’s listening and giving you his full attention, zoned out on your pretty lips while you talk and hearing the little spurs of excitement in your voice when you get to one of your favorite topics and the way you smile while asking him “what do you think tho?? 😊” is just so cute and ugh now he’s hard bc you’re just so perfect to him and he can’t decide if he wants to watch you try to keep talking while his fingers are knuckles deep inside you with borderline obscene squelching noises interrupting you or just shut you up with his tongue down your throat while he’s balls deep inside you
-🦦 anon who is high rn so this might sound like gibberish 😋
this is the kinda bf i need fr. like let me tell you in detail what went down between mattel and mga that caused the downfall of bratz while you try your hardest not to make the bedroom look like the aftermath of an onlyfans shoot !!!
anyway, the thought of this with jason is going to make my nose bleed like i just can't think about this. the fact that you're so passionate about something turns him on soooooooooo bad. like ofc he also finds it cute and endearing, but there's something so sexy about how knowledgeable you are on this topic. like if you have a favorite book or movie franchise and see someone give it a bad review based on some stupid criteria (letterboxd users lmao), and you start rambling on about how their opinion is wrong (bc opinions can be wrong idc) and they just don't get it, he's gets just slightly amused but mostly very horny. he lets you keep talking as long as he can before moving closer to you, kissing your neck, lightly touching your thigh. you stop talking bc the moods shifted, but he just tells you to keep going, keep rambling, spill all of your thoughts on this person's dumb opinion while his fingers find their way into your cunt. it seems like he's not actively listening, and even if he was, every word that comes out of you is so broken that whatever you're saying is practically incoherent. somehow he still manages to pick up everything though, so he randomly brings up something you said, and then it's your turn to lay it on him bc attentive men are so hot.
#★ dirty laundry ★#jason todd smut#jason todd x reader#jason todd lover#jason todd#jason todd x you#red hood#red hood smut#red hood x reader#★ 🦦 ★
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Barbie made her debut in 1959. The way she was sold then is a little different than the way she's sold now. These days, individual Barbies come with their own unique looks & usually some kind of unique function or accessories. You can buy clothes separately, but those looks are still secondary to the expectation of buying a lot of Barbies. Back in the day, you bought the one Barbie and then bought her clothes separately. This is why back then Barbie came with a bunch of friends and always came wearing a swimsuit.
The oft-memed origin story for the classic Barbie is that she was modeled on a German sex doll named Lili, which is only partially true. In the 50s, most dolls available for girls were baby dolls that primed girls for being a wife and mother. Fashion dolls were a thing but they were generally more reserved for adults.
Ruth Handler, who co-founded Mattel with her husband and served as its president from 1945-1973 (#girlboss much?), got the idea of making an adult doll for girls when she'd see her daughters playing with paper dolls. Instead of playing with babies, they chose teen-aged and adult paper dolls and played fantasized versions of adulthood. Then, on a trip to Germany, Ruth saw a Lili doll in a store, and asked her daughters what they'd think of playing with a doll like that. Apparently, they liked the idea.
Lili the doll wasn't an inflatable fuck doll. She was based on a popular comic strip character Lili created by Reinhard Beuthien and published in the Hamburg-based Bild Zeitung. Lili was a buxom gold-digger seducing her way through the wealthy men of post-war West Germany.
The comic was definitely adult-oriented, and the doll it created was a popular bachelor party gag gift.
The introduction of a doll with breasts did cause *some* controversy, but it was more pearl-clutching rather than tremendous cultural outrage. Barbie was actually an immediate hit. She fit in very well to late 50s ideals of femininity. I've heard it said before that parents liked her because she helped little girls get into the beauty, fashion, and level of grooming that she would need to catch a husband. IDK if that was intentional, but it seems to fit very well.
I don't want to get into whether or not Barbie is this huge feminist icon or not because, well, she's a toy. I think Ruth Handler was an incredibly smart businesswoman who saw a market demand and met it. Barbie is about the power of fantasy and imagination, and anything that people see in her are the things they want to see in her.
In her incredible multitude of careers, she also holds up an impossible and toxic standard of beauty. Mattel has always been very aware of Barbie's image. I'm pretty sure that the reason Mattel hated "Barbie Girl" so much wasn't because it was wink-wink sexual, but because it nailed the popular stereotype of the time that Barbie was this fake, plastic bimbo who was an unhealthy role model for girls (go listen to Aquarium, now!).
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The recent years of Barbie taking on a more empowering, feminist, and diverse lean is because Mattel is simply correcting course and keeping up with the times. Honestly, they've done a very good job of it, but I'm not going to kid myself into thinking they're doing anything other than maximizing profits.
I love me some Barbie but I was always an AG girl, ngl. However, I think Barbie and her cultural context are still incredibly fascinating and worth taking a look at.
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okay, cherik idea here.
And this is a really, really wacky one.... but hear me out (honestly, I think I'm just built for thinking of/writing crackfics).
So, you know that thing where your brain has to make everything you see, think of, listen to, and talk about relate to your current hyperfixation? Well, if you don't... just know I do.
So, I rewatched the barbie movie tonight (you can see where this is going) and my brain was like, hm, okay, how can we make this cherik?
I present to you: this very dumb idea.
So, it's a few years after the ken takeover and the barbies and kens talking things out and mattel visiting barbieland and that one barbie leaving to be a human, and slowly kens are starting to carve out their own places in society.
Let's look at this one ken. He's always felt a little like the odd one out, even during the ken-mojo-dojo-casa-house-kendom-kenland takeover thing where supposedly all kens were just living their best, most kenough lives. (He wonders sometimes, what the other kens would think, if he knew he'd felt the way about some of them that they had felt for barbies.)
After all that happened, he decided to go to university, since he had always been friends with biologist barbie and doctor barbie and philosophy barbie (okay the other two might not be real but I KNOW doctor barbie's a thing). So he goes, he gets a degree, he's chilling. Whatever. (you guys see where this is going, yeah?)
He also chills with weird barbie all the time, since he finds her really smart and interesting to talk to, and sometimes she has books from the real world that he gets to read. And that's really cool.
Then one day, he gets really sad. And really tired. And he's thinking about loss a lot, like, what if he lost his friends? what if they grow up, and change, and they don't need him anymore? And his wardrobe, which had always been kind of a cute, ken-ish style academia, has gotten super depressing and subdued. And he doesn't know what to make of it.
So, he goes and chats with his friend weird barbie, and she tells him all about the barbie who went to the real world a few years ago -- a story she never wanted to talk about before. She says that this is exactly how that started for her -- and that whoever's playing with him must be experiencing some kind of crisis, and their emotions were bleeding into his life.
And before she can even finish talking, he's gripped with this overwhelming sense of sadness for that person -- and the feeling that he wants to help them stop feeling so awful. And so, when weird barbie says that he could go to the real world to help, he doesn't even think twice.
She does, though, and says that since it worked out so crazy last time, he needs a plan going in. While barbieland has become a little more like the real world, it's still REALLY different. So she has him make up a story and choose a name for himself.
Charles Xavier: thirty three years old. He lived in westchester for years. He has a degree in genetics and a passion for learning (though those aren't a lie). He's estranged from his family, but still has some money (weird barbie gave him this thing called a credit card). He's new to LA.
With that, weird barbie sends him forth into the real world.
(I'm going to take a pause here and just mention that originally i had the ken as erik, but then realized i needed a girldad to be the human. Not that charles isn't, but he's got david, and erik has... wanda, nina, anya, and lorna, not to even mention peter, so we're just sticking with erik as the human and the twins as his kids. no, i can't add all his kids i'm too tired to work them into the plot.)
And everything's different there, and messy, and he finds himself a little intimidated, especially after wandering around and meeting weird people (let's just say he hit a bad spot of the city) and he's about to go home when he stumbles into a library. And it's a little bit like he's seen this library before, somewhere, in a dream... but also like it's his first time seeing this big, beautiful library, and obviously he's a nerd, so it's like a kid in a candy shop.
He's been roaming around the aisles and browsing through some of the books for hours, and then he gets kicked out because it's closing. And it's night. He finds himself walking around, and then stumbling into a fight...
well, not so much a fight -- more just one boy, getting beat up, by a few other boys. Older boys. Bigger boys. Well, bigger than the first boy. Not full grown adults with ken muscles. So, the ken intervenes -- first with his words, then with his fist. And he can't even think about how it hurt to hit those guy's faces when he's focused on comforting the first boy. A boy who... well, the ken almost feels like he knows him, somehow.
He says his name's Pietro, well, nobody calls him that, it's actually peter, and when asked what he's doing there at night he gets really quiet, then admits to the ken -- to... Charles -- that those boys told him to meet them there. That they were going to hang out, finally. That they'd be his friends if he just sucked it up and stopped being such a little wimp and snuck out tonight. So he did, and now his face is all messed up and he got blood on his jeans and his dad is going to be so mad-
Charles manages to calm him down, and he walks the boy home, fending off the creeps of the city because protecting peter has become his new main priority.
And when the door opens, he recognizes the man standing there, just like he recognized the library, just like he recognized peter. And he's not sure why, but he gets the feeling that maybe this is the person he's come to the real world to find.
The man, Erik Lehnsherr, as he introduces himself, is obviously livid, not at Charles, but at peter. He thanks Charles, though, in a very heartfelt manner -- he's so grateful that someone brought his boy back safe.
And then, like that, he says goodbye, and the door closes, and Charles doesn't know what to do. Erik's the person he's come here for, he's sure of that.
He gets himself a hotel room not too far away with weird barbie's credit card, and decides to try and figure it out tomorrow.
Meanwhile, after scolding Peter for sneaking out, cleaning up his face, promising to use his magical homemade stain-remover potion on his son's jeans, and sending the boy to bed, Erik finds himself unable to sleep. It's been like this for months now, really. Ever since the twins have gone to high school he's been feeling down and out.
He goes to his desk in his office, thinking that maybe he can get some work done if he's not going to sleep, and ends up pulling out that stupid ken doll that he saved from the donate bin wanda put out on the street three weeks ago.
When he played dolls with the twins when they were little, this was always the doll they made his doll marry. "dad's ken." Even back then, even when they were making the barbies fight to the death and launch air raid attacks on the legos, his kids didn't want him to be lonely.
Though now, as they're getting older, it's like they've forgotten how they all used to be friends. His friends. Wanda and peter are always fighting now, and peter's hanging out with jerks and sneaking out and getting low grades, and wanda has a boyfriend who seems perfectly nice but there's just got to be something wrong with him and erik worries she's gotten too caught up in all the drama and he's just the same as he's always been. They're growing up, and he can't help them, and sometimes it's like they're changing and growing and he's not -- he's just getting older.
(I'm going to make a side note here -- why the hell have i been typing a cherik barbie au for 45 minutes?? what has this fandom done to my brain???)
His thoughts turn, suddenly, to the kind stranger, Charles, who saved peter tonight. Brought him home safe.
He almost looked a little like the ken. brown hair, blue eyes. But then again, he was better -- he had freckles, too, and his eyes were even bluer than any painted-on blue could be, smart, too, and with that accent... Erik shakes his head, scolds himself for thinking those thoughts about a complete stranger, and forces himself to go to bed, hoping it will all be forgotten in the morning.
But then he sees Charles again. And again. And again.
Charles, at the library he frequents. Charles, at the coffee shop where he goes sometimes after the twins have gone to school. Charles, randomly, on the street, Charles, Charles, Charles.
Meanwhile, Charles -- because, yes, that fits better than ken ever did -- is having the time of his life exploring the human world. He's read so many books. He's eaten so many delicious new foods, and the coffee cups actually have liquid in them (disgusting liquid. He's found he prefers tea). He's found that he really needs a proper cellphone to exist, and goes out and gets one -- making an email with his new name. He finds that there are places he just instinctively recognizes, the way he did the library and erik and peter, and he explores those places -- and new ones, too.
Speaking of Erik; he sees him everywhere. Sometimes it's on purpose -- he does know that the man will frequent the spots he recognizes -- but a lot of the times, really, it's by complete accident.
They strike up a conversation at the library, about a book. Charles mentions that he's kind of new to LA and doesn't really know anyone yet, and Erik asks if he'd like to meet up with some friends of his for drinks sometime. Now, mind you, he has no clue the next time all of them will have an evening free, but the offer's there.
And then Charles asks if maybe, he'd like to sit at the same table together at the cafe tomorrow morning. They're both going. They may as well. Erik accepts, and Charles feels this strange fluttering feeling in his chest -- a little bit like how he'd felt about a few people back at home, but never with this intensity.
They have coffee. They have coffee twice, three times, five times. Ten. Every morning. Coffee turns into dinner, which turns into three dinners, which turns into dating.
Erik makes a joke a few times, about this ken doll that he stole from wanda, the one that they used to joke that he'd marry that looks just like him. And Charles feels that fluttering feeling again, because while Erik may not know it, he's that ken doll, and somehow the idea of having been married to this incredible man, even in a make-believe setting, is amazing.
Charles meets Wanda. Charles hangs out with her and peter and their dad. Charles moves in. Charles comforts a crying wanda when she breaks up with her boyfriend -- and much worse, her best friend is ghosting her too. Charles helps peter with his homework and talks with him about his friendship problems and his problems with his sister. Charles learns to cook, Erik laughing by his side in the kitchen as he burns eggs. Charles meets Erik's friends. Charles gets a teaching position at the nearby university (he found a way to use his barbieland credentials. I'm too tired to think up the specifics right now so that's all I'll say). Charles convinces Erik that he's still living and growing, too, just like his children. To be human is to change, constantly -- an idea he's becoming more and more familiar with as the days pass. While he thinks of his friends back in barbieland from time to time, this, what he has with erik, his new friends, even peter and wanda, this is more real than anything he's ever had before. He feels like a person. Maybe he is. All he knows is he wants to stay.
But, of course, eventually mattel realizes one of their dolls is on the loose in the real world again -- and this issue must be rectified as soon as possible, because, wow, look at what happened last time (they had to continue producing ken's mojo dojo casa houses because people wanted them so bad, even after the ken takeover was over). They notify the heads of their departments: keep a look out for british ken (probably not a thing but you know what we're making it a thing), brunette, blue eyes, on the shorter side, wearing cardigans, reading books.
Erik lehnsherr, head of the art department, gets... a little concerned.
Hadn't he been thinking that Charles was just like that ken?
Hadn't charles shown up right after he'd seen the doll for the first time in years, dug out of the back of wanda's closet (ha, he came out of the closet) to be donated?
Didn't he fit that exact description?
Well, how do you ask your boyfriend if he's a barbie doll?
And what do you do when he gets all quiet, and asks how you figured it out?
Mattel intervenes, obviously. Shit gets tense for a little while, but in the end... They realize it hasn't made an impact. Nobody back in barbie world is worried too much about one missing, discontinued ken. Not enough for it to effect either world.
Maybe it makes Charles a little sad, that his old friends seem to have forgotten about him. But what matters more is he gets to stay with the man he loves, the man who somehow still loves him back, the two messy, sometimes awful, amazing teenagers that he's come to love as though they're his own, and all the friends he's made.
They have a big-ass, glamorous wedding, curtesy of weird barbie's self-refilling credit card (yeah, they're pretty much infinitely rich now. they decide not to ruin the economy and just use it when they need it and make large donations to charities as much as they can.)
And that is what I thought of the entire time I watched barbie tonight.
#cherik#the great cherik revival of 2024#barbie#i guess#kenough#i guess that too#crack fic#i am so weird#this is so weird#this took me too long to write#i also think i should mention that i think charles is ace in this#just in my thoughts of this au#it just makes sense#also erik for sure has his cute silver/blonde hair#like i mean#he's still pretty young (38? 36?)#but i mean whatever#single dad#the stress got to him#charles xavier#x men#erik lehnsherr#magneto#xmen#professor x#x men movies#peter maximoff#wanda maximoff#i'm like scared to press post#yall will think i'm weird (i say like everyone doesn't already know this)
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Just finished Black Barbie on Netflix with my mom. She and I liked it and I recommend it to anyone who is interested in Barbie, African American history, children’s psychology, fashion dolls, or the toy industry. Or documentaries in general.
As a doll loving autit, a lot of the Barbie history was recap. However, as a white American, listening to new experiences and viewpoints from a community I’m not a part of taught me a bunch.
This solidified a lot of the criticisms and frustrations I’ve already been having with modern Barbie/Mattel.
I hope this film helps spark productive conversations.
(Also side note: The doc’s timeline does up until the Big City Big Dreams movie. Pre Barbie movie era.)
#magpieposting#dollblr#dolls#fashion dolls#doll community#doll collector#barbie#doll design#black barbie#black barbie netflix#mattel#langueria davis#beulah mae mitchell#kitty black perkins#stacey mcbride-irby#ruth handler#netflix#documentary#shani dolls#shani & friends#shani and friends#so in style#s.i.s. dolls#sis dolls
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i feel like you have such great characterization of both billy & coryo, so I'd love to know ur thoughts on what kind of music each of them would listen to? probably in a more modern/current music sense cuz idk what kind of music they listened to in the 1870s or in future panem LOL 💌
ps praying either of them would like the smiths
oh coriolanus snow’s literal theme song is “please please please let me get what i want” are u kiddin me he would love that song so much and relate to it so deeply, especially pre-games coryo. i truly think like. early-mid 2000s poppunk would really do it for him too, like any sort of that type of emo music tbh. for the rest of his playlist for modern!coryo in my head:
tiffany blews by fall out boy
the river by good charlotte
i dont wanna be in love by good charlotte (lol)
the kill by 30 seconds to mars
lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off by panic! at the disco
knives and pens by black veil brides
lips like morphine by kill hannah
help me by alkaline trio
exit music (for a film) by radiohead
venus in furs by the velvet underground
for billy i actually think going the country route is a little too on the nose, i think if he was into that it would be more modern but throwback-y stuff like tyler childers and orville peck. but at the same time i think he’s also the type to enjoy anything with a lot of Feeling to it if that makes sense?? some of modern!billy’s playlist in my head:
tattoos by tyler childers
sleep on the floor by the lumineers
wedding song by anais mitchell and justin vernon (specifically this original version and not the hadestown cast version)
hexie mountains by orville peck
talk and work song by hozier (❤️)
moving parts by trixie mattel
she’s got you by patsy cline
the devil wears a suit and tie by colter wall
roses are falling by orville peck
feathered indians by tyler childers
#anon#this was SO FUN TO ANSWER OMG#i love character music and playlists#william h bonney#billy the kid#billy the kid x you#billy the kid x reader#tom blyth#coriolanus snow#coryo#coriolanus snow x reader#coriolanus snow x you
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listen if you go into g3 thinking it will be just like more episodes of g1 youre gonna be very disappointed. like yeah if I had to choose between them Id choose g1 as it cant be beat, but g3 has its own unique charm and is really good if you accept that the g3 cast isnt gonna be a carbon copy of the g1 cast. they arent meant to be! theyre new takes on their character, by definition, a new generation. yes I still have criticisms for it but also it did a lot of stuff better!
first off, a trans character IN a queer relationship. Ive always related to frankie but gen 3 especially does them so well and no matter what you say them and cleo's relationship is adorable. also I see a lot of you treat them like just a girl who uses they/them pronouns (or ignore that theyre non-binary at all) just because they dress femininely, and I am judging you. their relationship is trixic, not sapphic, and frankie is unlabeled and cleo is bi so theyre not lesbians either. frankie is not your theythem girl or theyfab or whatever. grow up. deuce is also theorized to be trans or intersex and is also canonically aromantic and I fucking love that as well. "b-but my nostalgia abt cleo and deuce" Im still nostalgic about them too and it was nice seeing the "mean girl" and her boyfriend have a healthy relationship but again this is a different take on their character, and I can happily say I could see their g1 versions identify this way as well if mattel wasnt such a coward back then.
next, lagoona. Ill be honest I was one of the biggest haters of g3 lagoona at first, pink skin, vsco girl ass fashion, "this aint my lagoona, she's way less edgier than the others AND g1" Id say, but she really grew on me, and as someone who frequently rewatches g1 as well, I notice she is a LOT more well developed than her g1 counterpart. g3 is fierce and is afraid of no longer being seen as such due to also having "cutesy" interests, and loves graphic novels and sometimes sees them as more true than real life. she also has anxiety and copes with them in an unappealing fashion (chewing). she makes up for her lack of edgy looks with her edgy personality. meanwhile g1 is just.... aussie and loves her boyfriend. g3 is still very sporty and cares for her friends (and crush) a lot, but now has personality past that, she can even find fault in her crush while still loving him, while g1 lagoona just saw gill as the perfect incarnate. g3 just overall, has more fleshed out monsters than g1.
more about deuce, I see a lot of people headcanon him as trans and I love that, but I personally believe he may be intersex. "but both of his parents and his sisters are female, there is no y chromosome in their heritage so how could he develop a y chromosome or testosterone" you may ask, but worry not for I have a biology special interest and am more than willing to explain! deuce's parents are a harpy (bird monster) and a gorgon(snake monster), and both birds and snakes are known to have NOT X and Y chromosomes to determine sex, but Z and W, and it works the other way around! meaning the offspring with zw chromosomes will be female while the offspring with zz chromosomes will be male! and due to deuce being out of the sex norms of both harpies and gorgons (having no males), he is considered intersex! again, I have nothing about his trans headcanons, but him being intersex makes more sense to me. and I LOVE it if thats the intention.
either way, even if I have my criticisms, I love g3, yes its not comparable to g1 but theyre different series!
#monster high g3#monster high#monster high gen 3#lagoona blue#deuce gorgon#frankie stein#cleo de nile#mh g3
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Maintenance
Ken x Afab!Reader
NSFW, 18+
Wordcount: 1459
Summary: Some new additions needs maintenance...
Content warning: some fluff, masturbation (male)
You looked at the pad and the house in front of you. You checked off the rooms, the external condition of the house and the yard. Everything looked fine.
You moved on to inventorying furniture, clothes and accessories.
Considering Barbie lived for few decades and fashions changed... even faster, it was going to be a long day.
The kitchen took you about 5 minutes. Luckily all the Barbies and Kens were on the beach. No one will disturb you or engage in small talk ending in full-blown discussion about the Real World.
At least that's what you thought.
Ken was sitting on the couch in the living room, leaning against a pillar, which is why you hadn't seen him before. He was reading a book about horses. But didn't look like he was paying attention to it, constantly shifting in his seat.
“Ken?”
He stood up quickly and looked at you in surprise.
"Who are you? A new Barbie?” the man…you mean the doll, you reminded yourself, was as surprised as you.
“No, I work for Mattel. I'm checking out the Dream House for a new doll.”
Ken lifted his head and stared at you with his blue, sparkling eyes. Only now did you notice his rosy cheeks.
“You're from Mattel?!” he cried, his voice full of hope. "Can you help me?! Sublime!"
“Uh, sure, I can help you, but I need to do this inventory first.”
“Inven…what?” Ken tried to pronounce the new word, but eventually gave up. You looked at him discreetly, 'checking' the furniture in the living room on the pad.
The doll was wearing his new lightning bolt tracksuit and a leather vest with fringes. He used a fingerless gloved hand to straighten the falling fringe of his platinum hair on his bandana. You wouldn't admit it at work, but he looked great in those clothes. They gave him his own, individual look. He was no longer just an accessory for Barbie.
Seeing his still questioning look, you showed him the clipboard. He stood towering over you and began to read aloud.
“Oh. So you check if everything is there? I didn't take anything.” Ken raised his hands in a defensive gesture he had learned from being arrested twice in the Real World.
You smiled at him and patted his back. His muscles were rock hard.
The poor guy was tense as if he was about to explode.
“I’ll help you, then you will help me faster, right?” His tone was almost pleading. What was so important that he needed a human?
However, you agreed and with Ken behind you, you went upstairs. The wardrobe and dressing table will take the most time. But when you were looking through the first bunch of clothes, you felt that Ken's help would be indispensable. He knew every garment, line and name of the limited editions.
You quickly went through the wardrobe and stood in front of the display where outfits for a given occasion or day were displayed. You took note of everything that was visible, feeling Ken's breath on your neck. Strange... The dolls didn't breathe. And certainly not with hot air. You turned to him to ask about it and saw his rosy cheeks and neck. He grabbed your arms desperately and you felt yourself shaking.
"Everything's all right?" you asked, seeing how his lower abdominal muscles tighten. You opened your mouth unconsciously, seeing the impressive size of the tent in his sweatpants. Oh my… The dolls had no genitalia.
“Okay, let's go to the bedroom, you need to sit down," you took charge and went there first.
Ken looked miserable when he showed up on the floor. You gestured to the open clamshell bed, placing pillows behind his back. He needed to relax. Or… No, you didn't even think about that. And how are you supposed to teach a man (a doll) what to do?
“Let's try this…close your eyes and think about something disgusting,” you suggested, knowing it would be a long ordeal. Ken must have been in this shit hole situation for a while.
He listened to you and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, but he didn't even budge in his pants.
“Argh, I can't! I don't know what could be disgusting, all my thoughts are nice!” Ken groaned, looking reproachfully at his crotch. The pink on his cheeks began to turn into a redder shade and spread to the rest of his face.
“Okay, let's try something else…” you couldn't watch him suffer. You knew perfectly well what it was like to feel frustrated when you wanted to feel good so much and you couldn't. And he didn't even know about this possible pleasure. Something had caused him to start turning into a human and now he sat there with a raging boner. You were responsible for the maintenance of this part of Barbieland, so technically showing Ken how to please himself was... your job?
You sat on the edge of the bed and took one of his large hands, guiding it to his crotch and still keeping your hand on his, you pressed down on his cock and moved your hands up and down. Ken let out a guttural moan, so deep and shuddering, you thought he was going to cum. He looked straight at you. Something in his blue eyes made your breath catch in your throat. By force of will, you removed your hand from him and placed it on the zipper of your jeans.
“Move your hand up and down like this,” you pointed and Ken obeyed. After a while, his moans echoed around the area, but it didn't last long. When he looked at you in frustration, you knew you couldn't avoid this…
“It doesn't do anything, I'm so hot, and I feel… I feel…” Ken couldn't say what he felt. He wasn't sure, he had ever felt this before in his life.
“I know, Ken. Okay. Pull out… This,” you finished, your voice a little too rough. You cleared your throat and pointed to his hands gripping his cock.
Ken quickly pulled down the waistband of his pants and freed himself from the material. Of course he had no underwear. And he must have looked so amazing. Involuntarily, you felt warmth spreading between your thighs. Pull yourself together, girl!
“Are these… Ge-genitals?” the man looked at himself in surprise, stroking the delicate skin along his entire length, reaching to the head. When his fingers ran over the frenulum, he shuddered and a large drop of precum appeared on the tip.
"Yes. Men have a penis, women have a vagina,” you explained. Since you were already teaching him how to masturbate, he could learn the basics of anatomy.
Ken's eyes became as big as saucers. “So you have something else? Barbie has…”
“The vagina, yes. Because we are women,” you finished.
“Oh… Ooooh,” Ken moaned, touching himself more confidently now, instinctively using the wetness coming out of him to lessen the unpleasant friction. The leather of his gloves creaked as he clasped one hand around the base and moved the other up and down. He threw his head back, resting on the pillow, and panted faster and faster.
“Oh my... What is happening to me...?! Hahm… I… I can't… I feel so hot. I can’t hold it,” he groaned, looking at his hands and cock, and you felt how hot he was actually getting. Or at least you shared his feelings, knowing damn well that this sight would never be forgotten in your memory.
Ken's hands grabbed himself as he twitched and shot his cum high. You saw perfectly well how his body was torn by orgasm. It must have been intense.
After a while, Ken went limp all over, panting and looking at the mess he had made around him.
“It was… So…” he started, but you quickly cut him off.
"Do you feel better?"
Ken nodded lazily. With a sigh, you pulled out the pack of wet wipes you carried in your carry-on bag and handed a few to the man. He took the wet cloth from you and wiped his hands, sculpted stomach and chest. He handed you the ball of tissues and you grabbed it between two fingers and put it in a ziplock bag. You're lucky you had it all with you. And others often laughed at you for this.
“Ok, put it back…” you pointed to his still slightly swollen member and Ken lifted his pants, hiding his new addition.
“I have to finish my inspection… Umm, maybe you can get some rest…” you started, but a soft snore interrupted your words. You smiled slightly to yourself and checked the bed off your list.
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Go Play Your Video Games
Summary: As a small time gaming streamer, you like your little cozy corner online. But when a subscriber donates a couple of thousand during a charity stream, he swears it’s because he’s an actor. You know the rule about never truly trusting anything on the internet. So there’s no way an actual actor can be watching you stream, right?
Pairing: Dieter Bravo x YouTuber!Reader
Word Count: 11.4K
Rating: M (18+ only)
Warnings: slight phone sex and allusions to sex, drug mentions, if there is anything I’ve missed please let me know (also sorry no beta reader we embrace the chaos the way dieter would)
A/N: Ok so, reader has a YouTube channel name and nickname but I promise it connects to the story so I just wanted to give that heads up! Second there are game references but nothing extreme or that you need to know for reading this. Third yes the title is based off the song ‘video games’ but i highly recommend Trixie Mattel’s cover of it! Fourth and final this is for @skeletoncowboys and @lowlights - my two lovely angels I truly can’t thank you both enough… this would not be here without y’all, you two are my guiding stars
and to you reading this, thank you 💜
Dieter is worried as balls he’s going to be late.
His manager has been talking for so long now that the dude sounds like a parent from a Charlie Brown special, just mumbling muffled crap that Dieter hasn’t even been listening to since fifteen minutes ago.
“Dieter. Dieter, man are you even paying attention?” His manager snaps and Dieter waves half heartedly at him.
“No.” He answers truthfully while his eyes stay focus on the other side of his laptop screen where the YouTube page is opened. Fuck he’s thankful the screen hasn’t changed. His eyes even stopped trying to flicker between the zoom meeting and the YouTube window. Now he just flat out patiently stares at the load screen buffering.
“You know what, fine. We’ll just figure this out tomorrow.” His poor manager sighs giving up.
“Yeah I know. I said earlier we should have discussed this tomorrow but whatever, okay bye!” Dieter cries happily and immediately clicks out of the zoom meeting to maximize the other window. The screen however suddenly freezes in the process.
“God damnit shitty hotel wifi!” Dieter screams horrified, scary movie worthy.
It’s just a snag of a moment but it is costing him time. He now scrambles to try and do something, anything, to bring the screen to life.
Because he’s been waiting for this moment.
A face reveal. Your face reveal.
You normally did all your ‘let’s play’ game streams faceless. You mentioned how you wanted everyone to focus on the game while also admitting that you felt a bit self conscious about showing your face.
But then the charity stream collab came.
“If you guys donate and we make it past one thousand dollars I’ll do it. I’ll do a face reveal stream. And who knows, maybe I’ll do a few more if we reach anything past our goal.”
You announced that during the stream a few weeks ago while your character ran around the Sim’s.
Dieter did not hesitate. He donated the entire thousand himself and added two extra thousand dollars just in case. He even recorded the moment it happened because it was so damn cute. You were so damn cute.
On stream when you suddenly saw the amount you cough out whatever you were taking a sip from. It made him laugh.
“Okay DB Blaster what the HELL?” Your reaction? Saying his user name? One of his top ten favorite moments of all time for sure.
Now the face reveal stream is here.
He already knows you’re probably beautiful, just knows because he can tell. The energy and aura you give off? Yeah he knows you’re gorgeous. Plus his actors’s intuition is no joke.
But now he gets to know what color your eyes are, how your face looks when it lights up when you laugh.
And the damn stupid hotel wifi is fucking up his entire LIFE.
As if nothing, the laptop screen unfreezes and there, the stream pops up. Dieter thinks he actually hears angels singing as the stream loads.
“Come ON!” He screams at the laptop so tempted to shake it.
And then, there you are.
You sit on a cozy gaming chair. The light of your bedroom bathes you in a golden glow as you grin warm. It damn near twinkles in your eyes.
Dieter inhales so fast his head goes dizzy. His heart suddenly jumps wild as hell in his chest and he’s worried it might fly out of his ass.
Because yeah he knew you were going to be pretty, but he didn’t think you’d be down right gorgeous.
He sits stunned in the nice hotel chair.
A piece of him thinks about that one podcast he listened to on how YouTube culture is meant to distract the masses so the alien overlords could take over easier. But right now he thinks the alien overlords could show up, burn his hotel room down and he wouldn’t give a rats ass. He wouldn’t even move from his chair.
Because there you are, separated by millions of pixels and glass screens always. And fuck, you are beautiful and his heart now soars far out of his chest.
Dieter happily grabs from the snack pile he curated to perfection for this event. He mindlessly shoves cheezits into his mouth. The salty cheese snack is enough to finally snap him out of the trance you put him under and immediately type something in your chat.
Streaming started off as a half joke to you.
During the peak of the pandemic the boredom, as well as the ache to just connect with your friends, is what brought you to live video game streaming.
You had played a few rounds of Mario Kart before with online play. But to fully play multiplayer games over a livestream with your friends?
That was how Twitch was introduced to you.
“Let’s just use it to play stupid games together!” Your best friend argued over a voice memo.
Twitch became a simple fun time to play with your friends. You laughed on private streams and enjoyed chasing your friends around trying to figure out who was the killer in Dead by Daylight.
Then your best friend had the crazy idea of uploading one of the livestreams into the main tag.
“Dude we’re funny, you are funny! Why not?”
“If you do that I’m hiding my face.” You vehemently told them.
Now here you are.
A full YouTube channel with 10K followers and doing a full on face reveal.
If you had told the past you that your friend posting the nightly video game group hang out would have transformed into this, you would have probably passed out.
But learning how to edit videos, gaining the confidence to post videos, straight up livestream with strangers, many who have now become dear friends since your Twitch days, and even finding friends among other streamers - all of this has led to where you sit now in your cozy gamer chair.
Because here you are - halcyon ghost.
And you are trying to keep yourself composed at witnessing chat go up into a whirlwind at finally seeing your face.
butterflybabe: GHOST?? U ARE GORGEOUS
ytgnfjkl: must avert my eyes from someone so pretty
JustCallMeSunny: UHH HAND IN MARRIAGE PLS
doodlenoodles: we gotta cancel ghost now for being too beautiful can we do that?
khaki345: just proved to all of us those earth angel allegations are true pal
A childish urge to cover your face itches all over your body and you can’t stop smiling.
DB_Blaster: HEY! I knew ghostie would be lovely before everyone else did thank you!
Then that comment has you smirking as you shake your head seeing the familiar chat name and Roger Rabbit icon.
Outlandish, a bit eccentric, DB_Blaster appeared around a year ago.
AJplays, your closest YouTube friend, advised that yes you can make great friends with a lot of subscribers and members. But you still always had to be careful.
“You don’t know who’s on the other side of the screen or chat ya know?” He had told you and you kept that in the back of your head, a silent awareness to always be just a bit careful.
And then DB Blaster weeks ago dropped a few thousand dollars during your livestream and you almost choked on your drink.
A year ago you made a discord server for channel members. There in a private discord chat you messaged the user who casually had donated enough money to make your head spin.
Halcyonghost: did you seriously just drop 3K
DB_Blaster: excuse you I donated 5k
Just as fast as he replied, he then donated another two thousand dollars.
DB_Blaster: do you need more? 🥺
You sent back a mess of screaming messages.
Most of them were confused and completely freaking out because who has the money to just drop thousands during a charity YouTube stream?
Then this dumbass had the audacity to send you back a gif of Garfield shrugging.
After that you couldn’t help but want to find out more about this elusive DB.
Halcyonghost: so are you some sort of mob member? Is there a mobster actually wanting to watch some youtuber play animal crossing?
DB_Blaster: HAHAHAHAHA
DB_Blaster: holy fuck if only
DB_Blaster: but nah ghostie, I’m an actor 😇
That was the first time he said he was an actor and you rolled your eyes.
Halcyonghost: okay sure, believe the mobster theory even more now
“He might just be some rich sugar daddy type dude.” AJ told you over a voice memo.
That theory felt closer to being true than the possibility of a real actor messaging you. After that DB slowly began to message at weird times of the day. Once at two in the morning he wished you a good day and sent a link to a weird but super funny tiktok. You also always could count on him to send you some of the most outlandish memes.
It was cute and endearing in its own way.
Now as you sort through chat and let the screen load for Stardew Valley an alert pops up on your phone.
Discord Alert: new message
You covertly go to check it on the desktop.
DB_Blaster: oh sweet ghostie you have me on my KNEES
DB_Blaster: you are gorgeous
DB_Blaster: not even Billy Shakes could do your beauty justice
Your lips fight back a smile as you type your reply back.
Halcyonghost: Billy Shakes?
DB Blaster quickly sends you a glittering photo of William Shakespeare wearing sunglasses.
You hold back a stupid little giggle and simply decide to jump into playing.
On stream you run around like crazy trying to fish and end up facilitating a discussion about what maybe do next stream to change things up.
AJPlays: play another horror game you coward
“Don’t be rude!” You wheeze playfully at your friend’s comment. “But I’m open to playing more horror games.”
friedpickle: let’s watch a movie!!
“A movie live watch would be fun.” You offer. “Would be a bit hard since YouTube is ridiculous on copyright movie shit.”
The private discord message notification goes off again.
DB_Blaster: you watch anyone of my movies you wouldn't have to worry about copy right issues I’ld take care of it
You decide to be a bit playful.
Halcyonghost: you sure are serious about the whole actor deal huh?
DB_Blaster: as serious as the Oscar I got 🫡
Now you can’t help but egg him on.
Playfully you reply with the ‘sure Jan’ gif and return to streaming.
The joy of carving out this little space on the Internet for yourself is being reminded how fun it can really be. Sure chat can be a little chaotic to keep up with sometimes, but the conversations are wonderful. It does stun you from time to time to get hit with the realization that real folks watch you, interact with your content and want to talk with you. A fond warmth blooms through your chest even as you frustratedly lose another fish.
That’s when you finally glance at the time on your computer screen.
“Woah team, why didn’t you guys tell me it was this late?” You announce through a yawn seeing it’s about to be past nine.
“Well,” you begin a bit heartfelt and slowly bare your heart. You explain how you never thought you’d get this brave to become a streamer, much less show your face. You sincerely thank everyone who watches, interacts and makes this little nook of the internet so special for you.
Chat blows up and giddiness overwhelms you at the response.
So many cute hearts and massive sweet messages.
AJPlays: LOVE YOU!!
sam maybe: nothing but love for you!
It’s all a beautiful reminder that yeah being online sometimes is good.
As you log off chat you reach for your phone. A few emails from work, texts from your parents, and a couple of alerts from discord wait for you. You check the main server chat first.
doodlenooodles: we should make this day a national holiday -national halcyon ghost face day reveal
JustAshley: agreed
An amused snort escapes you and you move to check the few private discord messages you have.
One is AJ screaming his demand for you to play another horror game along with sending a photo of his partner's sweet dog.
Then two messages wait for you from DB Blaster.
The first is a photo.
A very prestigious Oscar award gleams on a mantle. An opened bag of chips casually is crunched beside it. From how shiny it glistens in the light, the award looks official. Not believing it for a second though, you click on the photo to investigate. You zoom in on the award where the name can be made out even in the gleam of the light.
Academy Award Winner
“Hunger Strike”
Dieter Bravo
“Wait.” You admit outloud.
Why did that name sound familiar?
You google the name and up pops the very handsome veteran actor. You suddenly remember the ads he was in for that Beast Cliff movie your best friend raved were pure delicious golden trash.
There is no way it’s that guy.
Halcyonghost: That’s a good replica lol are you a big fan of his?
DB_Blaster: definitely not a replica and I guess you could say that lol 👀
His profile name now made sense. This guy had to be a huge fan of Dieter Bravo. You could respect that.
DB_Blaster: on another note! I’m glad you did a face reveal, you really are so attractive like wowza
A bit forward, you thought. But he’s quick to apologize.
DB_Blaster: shit sorry I don’t wanna be creepy
DB_Blaster: I just remember how nervous and hesitant you were about ever showing your face and now you getting to this point? rad as fuck
A sweet appreciation unfolds over you fast, sweetening your teeth as if you had just taken a bite out of your favorite cake.
This person has been with you for around a year now. So for him, along with all the other members that have stuck around, to recognize this moment is just as big of a deal for you as it was for them is incredible. The true depth of your emotions feel too big to be captured by words.
Halcyonghost: aw shucks thank you
You explain how as nervous you were, by the time stream hit the hour mark everyone made it feel like you were back to streaming with your friends. You happily embrace that feeling
DB_Blaster: awww you like us! 🥹♥️
Halcyonghost: Of course! Everyone who comes to stream and interacts is what pushes creators like us & I never want to forget or take for granted anyone who views my work
You were lucky and grateful for the sweet community that’s grown with you.
DB_Blaster: wow, pretty poetic and sentimental ghostie I like it
DB_Blaster: 🥰
You smirk cause it’s not even that poetic but you don’t have the energy to correct him. It’s getting late and you want to start heading to bed.
DB_Blaster: can I ask you something? Since you’re being sentimental and what not.
DB_Blaster: and you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to but I’ve always want to know
DB_Blaster: why did u get into streaming?
Why did you get into streaming and YouTube?
DB_Blaster: fuck shit I’m sorry if that was too invasive
He even sends a worried cat face picture.
What a question to ask though. You thought you had discussed this on stream or even on a previous video before. Now you wonder if maybe you hadn’t mentioned it. All your friends knew about how you got to this point. They were the aid and the only reason why you got the push anyway.
Halcyonghost: No worries its all good
Halcyonghost: guess like everyone else the pandemic kinda just pushed me to try new things, decided to play on twitch with friends on a private stream and then a few streams later my best friend decides to post it on a main tag and it blows up
Halcyonghost: then one brave fuck it decision later a YouTube channel is born and here we are lol
Halcyonghost: sorry if that’s not too exciting
DB_Blaster: no that’s everything
DB_Blaster: it’s special knowing this turned into something meaningful for you it’s great
It catches you off guard at how endearing the message is.
Halcyonghost: wow that’s real sweet thank you ♥
You mean that reply.
After you brush your teeth, you pass out in your bed forgetting to see if he replied back. Strangely enough, the image of a golden Oscar lingers in the back of your mind.
The beautiful moments of enjoying streaming, of getting to bask in how special this little outlet, are what you treasure. But those moments when work, life, clash with your little carved out corner it reminds you that sometimes you need to step away from everything for a bit.
Halcyon Ghost: hey guys, tough day at work today… going have to reschedule stream :( real sorry about this!!
The replies are sweet, reassuring along with some humorous ones. One comes from your mystery man on a private discord message.
DB_Blaster: do you need me to take someone out?
It’s enough to make you laugh and a relaxed ease melts away some of your stress.
Halcyonghost: Tempting! But stand down Don Corleone
DB_Blaster, catching your godfather reference, sends you a gif of the classic ‘‘leave the gun take the cannoli’ scene.
DB_Blaster: sorry work was so tough, anything I can do to help?
You thank him and explain how it’s just work stuff getting you down. Of course you make the joke about one day becoming a full time streamer because every little YouTuber at one point wonders about the life of having that as their job.
DB_Blaster: you should, I’d support you. No lie.
You’re about to dig into the takeout you order and you’re thankful you didn’t take a bite because you would have coughed out a little laugh at seeing that message.
Halcyonghost: Ahh yes forgot… talking to a scary rich mobster here lol
He sends a gif of Marlon Brando’s Don Corleone and it does make you giggle.
DB_Blaster: but seriously, you ever need anything
DB_Blaster: I know it sounds weird but pls let me know okay??
It’s oddly sweet. But of course you sharply remember how this guy donated thousands easily and it only intensely rattles your mind thinking about what kind of man this guy is.
Halcyonghost: thank you ♡
Halcyonghost: so…what do you seriously do? Besides being a mobster obsessed with one random actor lol
DB_Blaster: Rude!!
DB_Blaster: and I told you
DB_Blaster: I am a thespian ghostie babe 😎
He really is sticking to that.
You want to poke fun but you also understood not wanting to discuss personal aspects. So you apologize for asking. He doesn’t reply for a full ten minutes and you now wonder if maybe you could be upsetting him.
Discord alert: DB_Blaster sent you a voice message!
That new alert now makes you eve more worried.
You scramble to grab your headphones and you don’t know why your heart is hammering so much. You don’t hesitate to listen to the voice chat.
“Ghostie.” The voice that greets you is pure smooth goodness. Thick, manly and older, and something feels as if it is being yanked out of your chest fast.
“I swear I’m an actor.” He urges with a laugh. “Do you want me to send you my IMDB page? Or you know what, maybe this might help.”
The voice chat ends and you see the bubbles pop up suggesting he is typing a message in the discord chat.
A photo pops up.
The man in it is scruffy, a bit sleepy looking with bed head type hair. He holds up a peace sign and grins at you. This man is also gorgeous. Deep dark brown eyes and a sharp striking nose, for some reason his voice perfectly fits his features.
His face again seems so familiar.
DB_Blaster: SEE! It me :)
You can’t even reply to that yet.
You go back to googling the name that had first appeared when you saw that academy award.
Dieter Bravo.
The mess of paparazzi photos, screenshots from movies, to various interview clips, the man is the same as the one in the photo sent to you.
This has to be a catfish. Someone really trying to keep their identity hidden and deciding to do some old fashion celebrity role play type deal.
You decide to do a deep dive.
You check Twitter and find he’s not there any more. His Instagram is bare minimum and hasn’t seen a recent post since 2019. He has been included on a few TikToks. But to say that photo sent could be an older Instagram or Twitter photo Dieter Bravo took is too much.
You try turning your brain off from thinking about streaming or a possible catfish living in your messages. But curiosity scratches at you like an anxious kitten. There’s no way it could be the actual actor Dieter Bravo.
Barely one episode into your favorite comfort series rewatch, you decide to check discord.
More messages wait for you.
DB_Blaster: I know you think I’m lying
DB_Blaster: but I am not I swear! I vow on my life!
DB_Blaster: if you feel comfortable enough you are more than welcome to video call me and see me with your own pretty eyes 😇
You want to scream.
There’s no way. But, what could you lose if you video chat with this person? Worst case? You drop the video call, block him on every account and pretend this never happened. Best case? You don’t even want to think about that because a best case feels so outlandish.
Electricity hums through your veins and you sit up straight on your couch.
You hit video call.
Loudly your heart hammers a vicious beat in your ears. The video chat rings twice. Someone answers.
There he is.
Dieter Bravo, in the flesh, talking so bright and amused. His smile crinkles his deep eyes and the crisp light of his kitchen highlights his stunning features.
“Well well well, might have to call a paranormal investigator because I just made contact with a ghost!”
He talks first, so excited and haughty, and you can’t help it.
You hang up the video call.
Wild electrified clusters of emotions course through you so strong it feels as if your brain might shut down.
Dieter Bravo.
Dieter Bravo is a viewer of your channel and is who you have been chatting with.
You call him back. You have to make sure this is real and maybe not just a wild delusion.
Dieter Bravo again answers with the most Cheshire Cat pleased smile.
“Trouble with your wifi? I get it.” He asks so casually.
You really can’t believe it.
“You’re…you’re HOLY FUCK?” You scream.
Dieter barks a laugh.
“And here I was thinking I’d be the one freaking out.” He’s amused and it is so clear in the twinkle of those warm charcoal eyes.
“I told you I wasn’t lying ghostie!” Dieter urges excited.
You could admit and testify that yes, known actor and academy award winner Dieter Bravo is not a liar. And also apparently, he is a fan of part time game streamers.
“I can’t believe it.” You mutter still stunned as hell.
“Believe it ghostie.” He replies swiftly.
“So how was your day before it got turned upside down?” He smirks proud. Even with that you find he is so casual and actually friendly? He mentions how his day went and how he’s excited to feast on the Taco Bell he door dashed.
“How did…How did you even find my channel?” You breathlessly ask.
“Oh, we’re getting into the personal stuff already? I was hoping we’d get to that maybe by our second date but this is fantastic.” He replies back taking a bite out of the Taco Bell he told you he ordered.
“Oh my god.” You sputter out not even processing fully what he’s saying because this entire moment feels outrageous.
He’s a celebrity. A full on icon who has been in the same room as Meryl Streep and here he is grinning at you like he’s won the lotto.
“You know you’re even cuter than you are on stream. Really diggin’ the extra cozy vibes from my favorite cozy gamer.”
You wonder if maybe you should hang up on him again.
“Let’s be serious here.” You huff. You just want to find out and piece together how this man found his way to you.
“Honestly?” He begins after taking a swig of a baja blast.
“I had a bad break up a while back.” Dieter starts with a brisk and slightly detached voice.
“Thought it’d be a long haul thing but…it’s whatever.” His voice drifts off as he moves to sit down. Dieter places his phone across from him so now it feels as if he is sitting across from you. The view gives you a full sight of his wild and vast Taco Bell haul. You also don’t miss the weed pipe resting beside his Baja blast.
“Anyway, I was up late one night, couldn’t sleep. Went to look up a video about how humanity could possibly survive a kraken emerging from the depths of the sea, as one wonders about at three in the morning.”
A wild laugh almost escapes you, but you stay composed as best as you can.
“And then, the freaky as fuck YouTube algorithm decides to recommend me your video.” Dieter says.
“Wait.” Your voice sounds small, as if you’re afraid to shatter this moment. “Which one?”
You watch this handsome man’s face grow soft as his eyes look distant. He dives in to take a scoop out of his nacho pile and munch happily.
You already hate how attractive he is just eating.
“It was the ‘I make a gay love cafe for my animal crossing villagers’ one.” His voice drips with evident fondness. For some reason though, just hearing the title of your video along with his soft voice does it for you. You start giggling.
Maybe it’s the disbelief finally settling in or the exhaustion from the hard day you had, but you laugh and it aches your stomach. Dieter joins in thankfully laughing just as much as you are.
It’s unreal, a twinkling moment you know you’ll never be able to capture again but it’s oddly wonderful.
“I guess you liked it?” You ask through a wheeze.
“Ghostie, I snorted a shit ton of coke just so I could stay awake till five am to binge all your videos.” He admits through a giggle.
“Holy shit!” You cough out a bit stunned at his reply.
“Well,” You manage to recompose yourself and even smile grateful because you are. “Sorry about the break up, those are always shit. But…I am glad you found my little video. Weird as that sounds.”
“It’s not weird.” Dieter reassures you and it knocks you breathless how directly he stares at you. You almost feel exposed.
“It’s kismet, dear ghost.” Dieter tells you with so much eased simplicity it sounds a bit comedic. You can’t help but snort.
It might not be kismet but it was something.
Dieter and you end up messaging each other, constant and steady after that. He begins sending you pictures of the sky outside his LA apartment during his runs. One of them is a glorious tangerine lemonade sky.
DB_Blaster: sky kinda looks like a musty day old orange outside today, it’s kinda nice
There’s a neighborhood cat he always gets excited to see and gladly sends you photos of the unamused white feline whenever he spots her.
You tell him about your day and you are surprised he balances asking about your videos and streaming to asking genuine questions about how you are doing. Interestingly enough you ask more questions about what video games.
“I’m a fucking killer at Mario kart. Love The Sims, the grim reaper is my roommate there.” Figures.
“One day I wanna play Mario Party.” He gladly tells over a voice chat.
“Oh my god you’d be ridiculous at Mario party.” You snicker back. “And the sims…it fits you.”
“Thank you.” He proudly replies and it makes you grin so ridiculously.
Dieter Bravo is charming, but you know he is. You would never admit it to him but that night, that first night after you discovered Dieter was in fact DB_Blaster, you went on an entire Dieter Bravo interview deep dive.
You watched how personable he could be with someone interviewing him. But you also witnessed the side of him that could be a real ass. There was an old Rolling Stone article you read briefly that described him as “an enigma of a man you’d run into at a bathroom and believe you fever dreamed the entire interaction” and that entirely described Dieter perfectly.
By the time your weekly night stream arrives, you can’t help but think of him. He promised you he would be present.
“Ghostie I’ve only missed ONE of your streams and it was only because I was on shrooms and got explosive diarrhea. Not a good night for me.”
It horrified you hearing that but also had you holding back the giggles because the earnestness in his voice was so pure.
Dieter Bravo is a pure enigma of a man for sure.
You decide to stream again with your face camera on to embrace the weight and joy of being known. And also because a secret, but very aware part of you, knows Dieter Bravo watches you.
Your mind wanders to the photos of him at the academy awards. You honestly stared at those for a good few minutes because you could get over how much of a god he looked in his striking tux.
You also think of the one day he video chatted with you. Obvious coke residue was dusted on his nose and he wore a Golden Girl’s shirt that had Cheeto dust on it. Even witnessing that side of him, a deep fondness and even deeper attraction for this chaotic cluster of a man infects you rapidly.
Drop kicking those thoughts away, you jump into playing Tears of the Kingdom. A small discussion buzzes in the chat about which of Zelda’s outfits are the best. You go to check on chat and your heart jumps straight into your throat seeing the familiar user name now among the bunch.
DB_Blaster: Ghostieeeee, my dear you are looking extra ethereal today 🥰
A sharp heat spreads over your cheeks and a giddiness surges through you.
“Moron.” You snicker mainly to yourself even though you know chat probably caught it.
An alert pops up from discord. You click onto it quickly and find a private message.
DB_Blaster: you’re adorable when you get flustered
You are falling down a dangerously slippery slope for this dumb actor. Mentally you want to sink your fingers onto a ledge to stop yourself from going into a free fall.
You simply reply back with a silly nonsense gif because it’s all you can muster.
Stream goes smoothly and you call it in early for the night. Another discord message awaits you and this time you already know who it’s from.
DB_Blaster: what’s the one thing you need the most for streaming?
That stuns you.
When you took the jump into streaming you promised yourself you’d only get the basics and nothing too expensive. Because sure, as much as you would love to spend a couple extra bucks on a better microphone, better software, or even a full time editor you had bills to pay, snacks to buy.
You simply reply back that better audio would be nice.
DB_Blaster: wait how do you buy better audio? 🗣️
You laugh and find it so easy to video call him now.
When he answers, Dieter is not in his lavish LA apartment but a similarly lavish and sleek hotel.
“Hi ghostie.” He grins.
“Wait where are you?”
“Rude! Did you forget I had an audition for a new Broadway production?!” Dieter gasps hurt.
“No, I remembered! I was just surprised you didn’t fly back home already.”
He scoffs. “No way, and miss getting some New York pizza? Plus I’m lazy and just would rather deal with LAX tomorrow.”
As you snicker you decide to settle in for the night. Propping him up against your mirror in the bathroom Dieter suddenly gasps again.
“Am I in your bathroom?! We haven’t even gone on a proper date yet!”
“I’m gonna hang up on you.” You smirk, shaking your head.
A thought suddenly trickles in. You think of AJplays and a few other streamers who are now all your dear friends. There is a small but dear step it takes to see more of the person behind the youtube name.
So you take that step. You give Dieter your real name.
“You can call me that now.” You try to be eased with it as you go to wash your face for the night until you catch how direct Dieter stares at you.
He repeats your name, breathing it out on an exhale that sounds reverent. It galvanizes your heart into a dangerous spring.
“Yup, that’s me.” You weakly reply.
“Your name suits you.” Dieter sincerely says.
“Thanks. Halcyon Ghost is my middle name.”
That makes Dieter laugh and you hate the excitement rushing in you from making him laugh.
Dieter Bravo is truly such a wild but interesting man. He has told you about the time he almost jumped into the water fountain at the Bellagio in Las Vegas. Then over a video call he softly revealed how he wants to create art, performances, that connect with people even long after his soul has passed into the next dimension.
“S’why I got into acting.” He had said so simply.
You can’t believe this strange endearing man now sits in your phone urging you to do a cliché beauty influencer talkthrough of your night time routine.
You raise up your boring moisturizer with the peeling label in the way you had seen in TikToks and videos. However your lack of enthusiasm immediately has Dieter and you busting out wild giggles like school children trying to keep quiet in a library.
Eventually you and him settle into a comfortable eased conversation.
“So you talked about audio earlier…what do you need for better audio?” Dieter of course brings that up again.
“Eh, a better microphone, or some sound mixing equipment. But like I said, I'm good with what I have.” You are.
“I could get you something nicer.” His voice echoes off the walls of your small bathroom and your eyes go wide.
“Uh no!” You chide him. “Please don’t buy me things!”
“Why?” He debates simply.
“Because…because I said so!” You sputter back. Because the thought of this gorgeous man spending money on you is making your knees want to buckle.
“Aren’t we friends? Friends buy each other things.” Dieter replies stubbornly.
“Not new hundred dollar mics!” You fire back just as stubbornly.
“Oh they’re only a hundred dollars? Baby that’s nothing.” He scoffs. But the new nickname he so casually calls you rips a new heat through your body. It crawls up your spine and makes your throat going dry.
You stay quiet not knowing what to say or not trusting what you might say.
“Did I upset you ghostie?” Dieter asks playful but the concern is there.
“No, I'm just tired.” You lie.
“Uh huh.” He doesn’t believe you for a second and you know it.
“Come on,” you grab him from his perch against your mirror and give him a sleepy grin. “Bed time.”
“Are you taking me to bed now, little ghost!? If I knew we were taking this step I would’ve ordered us dinner before!” Dieter exclaims again dramatically and over the top.
You laugh in disbelief and settle against your bed frame.
“You moron.” You can’t help but sigh fondly.
“Yeah your moron.” He offers back gently.
Was he slowly becoming yours, or were you just becoming his? All you can do is grin soft at him and shrug.
“So, you wearing any cute underwear?” He flat out asks. You place your phone down and away from you on the blanket as if to put him in timeout.
Dieter barks a hilarious and loud laugh that fills your room with warm energy you can almost hold in your hands.
You pick up the phone and glare at him.
“You better behave.” You chide him with no malice because your mind is still trying to settle down from the question he asked.
“I will, I will. I swear on my Oscar.” Dieter reassures. It only makes you roll your eyes.
“Tell me why you picked your YouTube name, halcyon ghost.” He says your channel name with proper grand bravado.
It was October when you made the channel. Your thoughts immediately went to something spooky. You also explained how you always thought the word ‘halcyon’ was nice.
“So why not.” You finish explaining a bit anticlimactic.
“Did you know the word comes from some like Greek myth too?” Dieter offers then happily jumps in to retell it.
“Halcyon was the name of some bird. It had the ability to calm rough seas whenever it went to nest or some shit. It’s why the word ‘halcyon’ means tranquility and peace.”
Everytime you are reminded of how worldly and sometimes sagely this ridiculous man can be it knocks something solid through your chest.
“That’s beautiful.” You admit.
Dieter hums thoughtful. “Yeah.”
His eyes suddenly flicker to unflinching look to you. It is just you and him staring so directly at each other. But you can’t hold his gaze for long. You blink away, not even truly focusing on anything.
“So no true poetic meaning picking ‘ghost’?” Dieter asks now interested and curious.
You laugh. “I mean, not really?”
You could probably do some deep analysis and talk about how as a creator, it’s easy to feel like a ghost when there is no interaction with the content created.
You wanted to keep your face, your identity, a bit hidden so the ghost image fit.
“But you know how that went.” You joke.
He snickers.
“Ghosts also haunt things.” Dieter offers with a light tone.
“They do.” You nod.
“Would you believe me if I said you have been haunting me?” Dieter admits into the quiet space of your bedroom.
Your heart trips, skips a beat and you try to control your face but it’s so hard when your eyes snap to his fast.
A moment passes with his wonderfully magnetic eyes again staring at you but now he seems to be waiting for you to say something, anything. Even over a simple video chat the atmosphere in your room thickens, becomes hazy, and it begins to sink beneath your skin.
All you can do is nervously laugh. “I’d say that’s a good one and you should save it for chat.”
Humor, it’s all that you have sometimes. Plus, you don’t know if he is being serious or playful. It’s hard to find the hard line between the two when he’s an actor, a man known for putting up fronts. Because even though you now see him as a friend, there is still a strange space between you and him that you want to cautiously navigate. It feels like a deep river that if you take one more step into you might fall into a rushing tide.
Dieter hums and you don’t miss how his eyes immediately lower a bit downcast.
“I’ll let you go for the night ghostie.” Dieter mutters.
The tension does not leave your room even when the video calls leaves and it makes your skin crawl.
You are at a company dinner Friday night when the email comes.
“Hi Halcyon Ghost
Exciting news! Here is your invitation to this year’s VidCon held in Los Angeles California!”
It is a clash of two worlds and you can’t focus your excitement into anything without making one of your coworkers confused.
AJ already has messaged you screaming with his excitement over you and him receiving the same invite.
You and him already start screaming a plan to meet up and room together.
For some reason your mind jumps to Dieter.
You want to tell him, want to freak out the same way you did when he proudly called you to announce he got the broadway part he auditioned for. He’s become such a strange but solid facet in your life it almost aches how badly you want him more than anything.
Because you’re still at dinner you decide to message him quick and fast in discord. So fast you don’t even remember what you sent. By the time you return to your apartment you find a mess of messages waiting for you.
DB_Blaster: MY DEAR GHOST?? EXCUSE ME?!?!?!
DB_Blaster: WHAT A PRO! WHAT AN ICON!!!
DB_Blaster: 🎉C O N G R A T S 🎉 BABY!!!
DB_Blaster: GHOSTIE!!! CALL ME NOW!!
You do so eagerly.
“Uh hello?” He answers in a bad accent that you vaguely remember from that bad Cliff beast whatever movie. “Is this pro gamer halcyon ghost? Now famous VidCon invitee?”
You laugh is bright and loud and you don’t care.
“I can’t believe it!” You cry. “Me, AJ, and a few of our other friends got the invite! I mean it’s just an invite and it’s not much but-“
“No,” he cuts you off sharply and even frowns. “Don’t do that, give yourself credit. Your content is awesome as fuck and you deserve this!”
Your face drops because he sounds so sincere.
He notices it too. Over the phone’s screen you watch as Dieters eyes flicker and scan over your face so intently.
“God I’m so fucking proud of you.” He breathes out and it makes your spine snap straight.
“Dieter…” you exhale and now catch that familiar shift coming in the air. Even over the video chat you again sense it, something brewing and becoming uncontainable, stretching thin as if it's a wire maybe about to snap.
Then your phone rings.
You cuss sharp under your breath.
Your best friend’s hilarious photo pops up on your phone. You know the call is to congratulate you on the invite. But you know there’s something even more pressing here sitting in the air between you and Dieter. You don’t want to avoid it anymore. The elated energy, the buzz of the high, makes you want to face whatever this is head on, to dive right into whatever is brewing beneath the tides.
Your eyes shoot an apologetic look to Dieter. An understanding but little crooked grin paints his features and makes him look so boyish.
“Text me back or call me when you can.”
Dieter hangs up and you already ache for the actor you’ve grown so deeply fond of.
The phone call with your best friend is wonderful, joyous, and you appreciate the support like this in your life. But it’s getting late and you can’t help but think about the actor still possibly waiting for you.
So you grasp onto the exuberant energy still humming through your system. You harness it with all your might and immediately call him. You chide yourself for getting caught up in the excitement and not video calling him.
Then Dieter answers.
“Ghostie?” He sounds wrecked, out of breath.
“Hi yeah, it’s me. Sorry, am I interrupting something?” You offer small and so worried now.
Until he sighs and it sounds soaked in sex, so delicious and dangerous.
“Baby…” he sighs your name out and it has never sounded more sacred.
“You gotta know,” Dieter whines. “You gotta know how much I want you.”
You are sent out of orbit. Your mind, your body, all melt as everything inside you ignites in a fierce flame.
A few weeks ago you learned one of Dieter’s movies involved a heated sex scene.
After searching and finally finding the clip, it shot the strongest dosage of arousal through your body at a dizzying speed. You rewatched it an embarrassing amount of times, more than you even want to admit to yourself. You thought about how fierce and consuming he kissed his costar. And now those scenes vividly flash in your head, begging you to fall into the beautiful abyss creeping up below you.
“Dieter.” You reply a bit choked.
The faint wet noise of his hand stroking his cock comes and it makes you swallow back a whine.
“Wanted you for so long, think about you all the time.” Dieter mutters in a trance.
“I…” there’s so much you want to say, so much you want to discuss. But heat licks a blazing path through your veins. It makes your underwear sticky and so wet already. All those hesitations and all thoughts you had flutter away.
“Don’t think,” Dieter coos like a soft siren begging you to join him. “Just feel, come on baby. Feel with me.”
So you do. Your hand slips greedily beneath your underwear and you feel everything right there with him in the warm glow of your bedroom.
Sunday night you are on a discord voice call with Dieter as he waits out his canceled flight.
After not talking to him all Saturday he was the one to finally break and call you first. You’re surprised you even answered.
“I can hear you thinking ghostie.” Dieter hums amused.
It’s been on your mind this entire time since Friday, since the phone sex - the thought of whatever you and him are becoming, have now become.
“Talk to me.” He offers soft, soft like the way he wishes you good night over voice memos every night now.
“Do you think about how we have like…different layers? Like I know your job is literally about being someone else. And I understand you present yourself a certain way even in interviews and you aren’t even your true self there-”
“If you watch that one buzzfeed interview I did high I think you’d recant your words baby.” He jokingly interjects and you snort.
“You know what I mean.” You gently return back to the thought you’ve been wanting to discuss with him.
“And with me, I know I have layers of how I’m perceived online and I just…” your voice trails off now thinking you might be getting caught up in your words.
“You think we’re both just caught up in the projected perceptions of the other huh?” Dieter muses.
It again startles you how perceptive he is.
If there is anything that you would have not pictured Dieter Braver to be, it's perceptive. But he is. This is of course the same man who told you how he once drank a Baja blast out of a black licorice because he wondered if the flavor would change. But he’s also deeply intuitive, even a bit wise, and those traits shine so warmly now.
“Ghostie,” he begins and then says your real name. “Remember when I told you how I found your videos? How I said it was…wait fuck what did I say it was like?”
“Kismet,” you smirk saying the word.
“Yeah that’s it thank you baby!” Dieter cheers. “Okay anyway, I said that ‘cause it’s true. Your video was like…some damn lifeline I didn’t know I fucking needed. Finding you felt like I was returning from a haze.”
Confliction bubbles in you with an acidic wave. Pride, gratitude, and even deep admiration rise up all for him but it also strongly clashes with the fierce realist in you.
“And then I got to know you.” He adds firm. “I learned what your favorite take out meal is. I still remember the story you told me about your most embarrassing moment. I learned about the movies you love and the ones you hate.”
Hours were spent discussing movies. You should have known any movie talk with an actor would result in hour long debate over which Lord of the Rings movie is best since Dieter swears it’s the first.
“I know you.” He urges.
“I mean, I don’t know who your favorite teacher was and shit but I…I think I know you. You’re now not just the cute as fuck streamer who brought me out of my dumps. You’re someone who’s been brigtening the FUCK out of my life just from hearing you talk about what you plan to get at the grocery store.”
You don’t realize you’re on the verge of tearing up until you blink and find tears blurring your vision.
“Still can’t believe you donated that much.” You sniffle.
“Yeah but doing that let us all see your lovely face so ha.” Dieter replies haughtily.
“Look baby, let’s just keep getting to know and grow with each other, yeah?” He offers in a hopeful and warm tone that reminds you of a tangerine sunrise.
“Yeah.” You agree and gently walk into that tangerine sunrise.
“Now will you let me buy you some new audio shit?” He asks in an annoying childish high pitch voice and the soft moment gets squashed. But it is pure Dieter.
“You moron.” You choke out through an affectionate laugh.
“Yeah your moron ghostie!” He exclaims with all his might.
“Please tell me you did not just yell that in the middle of an airport.”
“Oh you know I’ve acted worse in an airport. That was nothing.” He scoffs.
You do know. Dieter explained, even sent articles, about how he ran around the Denver Airport once trying to see if there were actual lizard people in the tunnels. It’s why he is forever banned there.
Remembering that solidifies his words.
To know someone is a blessing, a privilege, even if the stories surrounding them are so wild and ridiculous. Maybe even more so with this man.
Because to know Dieter Bravo is to know he is ridiculous, wild, a bit eccentric, but entirely warm and heartfelt.
You realize you never want to know a day without him.
That thought blooms into firm wonderful roots that immediately grow in your heart’s chambers.
By the time VidCon approaches only a month away you, Dieter is now simply calling you over your phone. Discord voice and video chats no more.
“So what are your LA plans?” Dieter asks while chewing through some jerky.
“Well AJ and I already got a room booked by the convention center so that’s my biggest relief.” You and AJ already had excitedly joked about maybe running into a celebrity. A part of you even now has to suppress giggling at just thinking about how you have daily phone calls with a known celebrity buzzfeed articles have deem ‘Sexy AF.’
Except right now said celebrity burps disgustingly loud in your ear.
“Dieter, gross.” You frown.
“Sorry babe…Anyway,” Dieter bounces back quickly. “Want me to pick you up from the airport?”
You almost drop your phone.
“Honey what?” You wheeze out.
“I love it when you call me honey!” He gushes so obnoxiously. You’ve been calling him honey for months now and it never fails he says this every time.
“Focus Bravo.”
“Yeah okay,” he sighs. “As I was saying, let me just pick you up from the airport.”
The thought of finally seeing him in person freezes you. After months of doing the long distance thing, having incredible phone and video sex, everything now settles in you fast. From your excitement, to the fear of him actually seeing you in person-
“Ghostie.” Dieter breaks into your thoughts with a sing song like tone.
You sigh now “Sorry honey.”
Dieter giggles dreamily. “Honey.”
You sigh again.
“Let me pick you up baby.” He suddenly purrs low as if he wasn’t just giggling like a lovesick fangirl a split second before.
It would solve your issue about dealing with a ride share or even the horrifying thought of getting a rental.
“Sure, why not.”
Dieter screams loud as if his favorite sports team just scored but Dieter doesn’t care for sports and you hang up your phone.
He simply now texts you: [See you at stream tonight babeyyy]
You playfully reply back: [not if i block you 😊]
He simply sends back a gif of a dumb minion blowing a kiss and you now really contemplate blocking him.
Later that night on stream, as you play the most recent Pokémon game, you see Dieter’s name pop up.
DB_Blaster: hello beautiful my ghost
You hid your smirk behind the hand your face is leaning on.
Chat of course ignores him while they excitedly continue to send encouraging words about the upcoming VidCon trip. A few members even eagerly hope they can run into you at the convention. It is exciting and reminds you of the exciting energy that awaits before a big vacation.
Then a chime comes from chat.
This one alerts you that someone sent a super chat, which includes a donation with it.
Your eyes readily flicker over to check and thank whoever sent it. Then your eyes almost pop out of your socket.
DB_Blaster - $900 super chat!
“What the fuck!?” You can’t help but flat out shriek.
Thankfully chat reacts just as wild.
butterflybabe: dude db_blaster can you like adopt me??
justAshley: I am manifesting this type of energy to find me oh my god
You scramble quickly to your phone to text him in all caps about what the fuck does he think he’s doing.
[Dieter: for ur mic and audio shit baby!]
[Dieter: Don’t think I forgot 🥰]
[Dieter: or for maybe a new vibrator hmm 👀????]
You swallow back the scream you want to let out and instead slam your phone back down.
Recovering fast you grin at the chat.
“Don’t worry everyone, DB Blaster is actually my estranged rich grandmother, so let’s all say thank you to her! Thank you grandma!” You smile bright and wide on camera.
Dieter straight up calls you in the middle of the stream and you can’t help it. You laugh and almost knock over your microphone.
After scrambling for the days off, shoving everything into a suitcase, suddenly the month is over and you are landing in Los Angeles ready for VidCon.
LAX is an experience, like a whole world encapsulated in one place.
There is a MAC makeup store, a Michael Kors and then a Jersey Mikes. You don’t want to wander around too much before getting lost in its depths. You can almost hear Dieter’s voice rattling off in your head, warning you not to get lost or else the alien creatures living in the airports will grab you and make you play monopoly with them like a scene out of a bad 80’s Sci Fi movie.
Thankfully you don’t have to wait too long to actually hear his voice. Your phone rings and you rapidly scramble to answer it.
“Hello?” You breathlessly answer.
“Baby,” His voice is drenched in disappointment and so much heartbreak. “My ghostie…Fuck I’m so sorry I can’t make it.”
You knew he would be cutting it close with his photoshoot.
“Honey it’s okay I promise.” You reassure him but you still are a bit heartbroken. Your excitement escapes you like a deflated balloon getting caught up in the ceiling of the Los Angeles airport.
“I’ll make it up to you I swear!” Dieter urges with devout conviction.
You know he will, in his own Dieter way and that’s enough to comfort you.
The walk to the rideshare pickup area is solemn but you carry yourself and your luggage with gathered dignity. Thankfully your Uber driver is sweet and you enjoy the chat during the drive. She happily suggests restaurants and different bars to check out making the trip to the hotel not too bad.
Finding AJ already in the lobby waiting for you makes the journey even better. After the hilarious freak out for finally meeting, you now eagerly discuss dinner plans with him.
“Maybe we can go food truck hunting?!” AJ offers excitedly.
You agree with just as much excitement and move to open the door.
There in the room a full array of colors explode before your eyes. So many flowers cover almost every surface of the hotel room. Their arrangements are large and fan out with flair. From gorgeous deep crimson roses to colorful lilies vibrantly begging to be smelled, it overwhelms you but in the best way.
“Okay, what the fuck?!” AJ cries. “Is this because we’re here for VidCon?!”
You want to think it is. But the teddy bear almost the size of the hotel wall nestled happily in the corner says otherwise. Especially because the sweet bear rocks some cool bright neon sunglasses, wears an ‘I ♥️ LA’ t-shirt and has a rolled up white paper taped to his mouth as a mock joint.
Your eyes however now go straight to the sweet little bundle of flowers, your favorite actually, that sit patiently on the coffee table.
A white folded note rests among the flowers.
‘Ghostie’ the handwriting is sleek but messy, scribbled fast but with intent. The sight of it already clogs your throat because it’s exactly how you’d picture Dieter’s handwriting.
“Sorry I couldn’t make it, hope this makes up for it! Don’t worry we’ll be together soon”
-DB
He even doodled a Sun wearing sunglasses with a heart beside it. Your own heart transforms into something light and buoyant. You worry about floating away at any moment.
AJ of course freaks out over dinner when you tell him everything As if summoned out from under a couch cushion himself, your non official-official boyfriend calls.
“Hello?” You answer with a warm grin and AJ eyes go wide.
“Is that him?” AJ mouths. You can only playfully shrug.
“When I walked out of my shoot just now I knew LA looked and smelled brighter and it’s because you’re here.” Dieter says with so much awe that it overpowers his classic Dieter type comment.
“Dork.” You smile so fond that AJ playfully makes a gagging face.
“When can I see you baby?” Dieter mutters in a sweet alluring tone that has something delicious crawling up your spine.
You explain how you are at dinner right now.
“Dinner?! In your first night in LA and it’s without me?!” Dieter exclaims dramatically.
“It’s with Markiplier isn’t it? I knew it! Well tell him he’s only half attractive and that when I get there it’s over for his gamer ass!” He screeches.
“Goodbye!” You laugh wild and unbelievable. You cut him off quickly because goodness, what a beautiful hilarious force Dieter Bravo is.
“So I’m thinking I might get to enjoy a hotel room all to myself this trip huh?” AJ comments playful and with a teasing smirk.
“Maybe!” You reply weak but you know the truth grows in your bones. It only solidifies when you text him to meet you at the hotel.
You want to spend as much time as Dieter will allow. You want to see his apartment, want to find that sweet cat he always takes pictures of during his runs. You want to enjoy and let yourself soak in the bliss of just being with the one man who has been lighting up your life.
[Dieter: heading over, see you soon ghostie 💘]
The text electrifies you faster and brighter than any strike of lightning could. Then, as you sit on the couch waiting for his call, your phone rings and you almost jump out of your skin.
“Yeah honey?” You answer breathlessly.
Quickly you open the door to rush to the elevator only to find Dieter Bravo standing there on the other side.
This moment has filled your daydreams more than you would ever admit. You wondered if this first meet would be some cinematic moment. You originally hoped this would have happened at the airport. You even pictured it a very sweet indie movie type way where the love interests finally meet at a place where so many paths cross and are brought together.
Yet here he is.
The man who’s filled your heart with so much humor and affection that right now it swells to the point you wonder if you might burst.
Dieter’s face falls in complete awe.
He hangs up the phone and before either of you can say anything he moves in quick steps. He swiftly sweeps you into his arms.
Dieter kisses as if you might disappear. His mouth is warm, tasting faintly of ice coffee and a shot of desperation. It makes you melt into him. You clutch his Los Angeles Lakers sweatshirt as you kiss him back with everything you have.
The months, the build up, it all led to this.
As fast as he kissed you, as fierce as he licked into your mouth, suddenly Dieter gently cradles your face. He pauses for a split second and then he is kissing you so softly, so light.
Dieter kisses your lips gently, once twice, before moving to kiss the corner of your lips, the top of your cheek. He finally kisses your forehead and the tenderness overwhelms your senses.
“You’re here.” Dieter breathes out.
“You’re here.” You choke back.
Dieter pulls away and grins a molten sleepy thing that touches his eyes.
He is everything you have dreamed of and then more.
When he pulls you into his arms, simply to just hold you, you squeeze him back with all your might.
“No more screens separating us, ghostie.” Dieter coos affectionately into the top of your head.
No more screens indeed.
As if Dieter himself is a real ghost, he spirits you away from the hotel room. You think your laugh and his still hang in the hallways of the hotel.
“Okay, are you sure you want to do this?” You ask hesitant.
“Yes ghostie, this is the fifth time you’ve asked me. Should I remind you again that I’m the one who suggested this and got excited when you said yes?” Dieter scoffs as he settles into the seat beside yours.
Your heart hammers loud in your ears. You’ve never done this. Hell knowing you’re doing this with him feels even more terrifying.
“Hey,” Suddenly his warm larger hand moves to squeeze yours.
Your eyes flicker to Dieter. He is the picture perfect example of ease and you know it’s not the edible he took because it already wore off after he picked you up from VidCon.
“If you don’t feel comfortable then no worries.” He reassures you effortlessly. You can’t help it. You lean over and kiss him soft, appreciative.
It’s been so easy to fall into place with him.
He kisses you back more and more. You’re about to pull away until he breathes against your lips.
“Move here, move in with me.”
Your eyes snap open wide and you scramble away from him.
“Dieter WHAT?!”
“What!?” He cries back just as loud. “I thought that might take away the nerves and give you something else to think about and then the words just kinda flew out!”
Your damn chaotic but so sweet boyfriend…
You exhale feeling the old nerves now transfer into this new topic and you suppose Dieter’s plan did work in a way.
“Ghostie,” Dieter urges. “Talk to me please.”
A silence settles between you and him.
“You want me to move in with you?” Your voice is small, barely able to process the words yourself. Your eyes flicker to Dieter. He stares at you with the cutest worried face.
“Baby if I had it my way you’d quit your job, live here with me and live off my money until you get sick of me. You’d be here and do whatever the fuck you want for as long as you want.” His tone is soaked with sincerity as he answers without hesitation, without doubt.
“I just wanna come home to you. Wanna see your moisturizer in my bathroom. I want to get into fights over which Pringle’s flavor is best,” Dieter continues so earnest. “It’s the shrimp cocktail flavor by the way.”
“It’s not.” You reply with a sniffle and Dieter smirks affectionately as his thumb strokes your hand.
“Just…think about it, okay?”
It’s a lot to process but hope swirls and swells in your chest. It speaks more than you can at this moment. All you can do is lean forward to kiss him fiercely and true.
Dieter kisses you back softer.
“Come on ghostie,” He mutters against your lips. “Don’t you have a stream to get to?”
“Guess this is why celebrities don’t date fans huh.” You mutter.
Dieter busts out laughing at your comment and you join him feeling bright and limitless. He yanks you into his arms and kisses you multiple times now, all loud and relentless. For the finale he blows a raspberry on your cheek making you laugh even louder.
If you are his ghost, you think he might be your halcyon. A strange beautifully colored bird that seems mythical but one that brings you so much sweet peace among the waves.
“Alright come on let’s do this.”
You jump onto stream and warmly smile as Dieter sits besides you.
Warmly and as casually as you can you greet everyone while also explaining the elephant, or this case academy award winning actor, in the room.
Chat rapidly explodes.
socallie: Dieter bravo?? DIETER BRAVO IS THAT YOU?
butterflybabe: holy shit is that actor dieter bravo?
floatify: Gio from Cliff Beasts I’m ur biggest fan
soupjuicy: DIETER!!!! WOWOWOWOW I LOVE YOU!!!
svdbeau: Uh? HOW? EXPLAIN PLS??
gammagamma: This is the crossover I didn’t know I needed, this is my endgame
dreamfairy95: wait who is this guy
AJPlays: heeheeheee
A j’s comment has you snickering. It’s enough to release the nerves and let you settle in. Unseen by chat or the camera Dieter rubs your knee fondly and a bigger smile tugs at your lips.
You explain that, since it’s VidCon, you thought to try something new and have a friend join. You don’t even have to see Dieter to know he’s smirking like the damn cat that caught the canary.
His agent and manager both loved the idea of him doing a surprise stream.
“Apparently it would be a great way for me to ‘connect with the youth.’” He told you even using air quotes. “Like fuck, I get it. I’m old but hey I’m hip! I can hang!”
That was enough to have you agreeing in a fit of giggles. And after you accepted, then after he fucked your brains out, Dieter warmly told you this was a new fantasy he didn’t even know he needed.
“Finally getting to have fun with my baby while playing games? That’s a dream come true ghostie.”
You find now that maybe it’s a secret dream for you too. Finding someone who wants to sit beside you and cheer you on, who wants to enjoy this silly endeavor that’s become so important to you is a tender dream you want to cherish.
Just thinking of it makes you reach down secretly to quickly squeeze his hand.
“I came here to immortalize myself on the internet as one of the best Mario Kart players ever.” Dieter suddenly speaks and instead of it startling you, a surge of reassurance washes in.
You’re here with him. Who would have thought? Because instead of feeling overwhelmed at the thought of celebrity Dieter Bravo here, it’s simply your boyfriend, Dieter.
“Okay, let’s do this.” Dieter announces with competition and confidence beaming in his voice. “And yes my Mario Kart main is Birdo because I stan a queen in this household.”
He is a natural, effortlessly interacting with chat and laughing so easily with you.
By the time you realize he’s beaten you twice on Bowser’s Castle, you find you never want to leave this moment.
Because this moment? It is a bit ridiculous but wonderful. It reminds you of tasting a sour candy that makes your face pucker so tight but the taste is incredible and makes you only want more.
And you do, you want more moments with Dieter.
“Fuck YEAH! VICTORY! Eat my ASS BOWSER!”
As Dieter screams excitedly, throwing his hands in the air and even doing the weirdest wiggle victory dance, you think you might be the real winner in this game.
#I’m gonna go play Stardew valley until my fingers bleed now ok that’s all bye!!!!#dieter bravo x reader#dieter 🤎
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