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demento · 1 year ago

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this is going to be my running commentary for the 2001 a space odecyecs (can't spell lmai

the monkey part is so wierdd, it is so obviously some dude in a fursuit, topped off by the noises and music. my dog is growling at them and intensely staring at the screen.

the massive pole thing? idk what that was abiut. and then they start beating eachother, and It suddenly cuts to outer space? okay.

my dog is so interested, not taking his eyes off it. abolutely captivated.

really cool soundtrack btw, I really like it

first part of characters(ur title):

his daughter just wants another telephone :(. I am so confused rn, what's that really long convo around the table? who knows.

PASSENGERS ARE ADVISED TO READ INSTRUCTIONS VLBEFORE USING THE TOILET XD !!!!??????!!

there is no speaking again? really cool music but I need to know what's going on. please

oooh a meeting. I wish subtitles were available I am not processing any of this

the CGI is fabulous I love it so much

they going into that base thingy now with the horrific audio, like, it doesn't need to go in for so long :(, it's too much for my head to handle. I hope it has a purpose, to build tension or smth cause it's really terrible(in the way that it's well done/made but a bad noise). AND NOW RINGING?!

it says Jupiter's mission now

it's focusing on this dude running around a rotating office(?) and it's hurting my brain I can't wrap my head around the movement in it. ik you said it was trippy but I assumed that's later lol

the way this dude is eating his icecreamed food is driving me insane, no one eats it like that, stuff is meant to be eaten in an order, or going from one end to the other. oooh it's infuriating >:(

HAL 9000! I <3 him so much. He and Dave are so. just so.

" I know it's a bit silly" awwww

the breathing atm is so grr dheggebsb bdjbbs bsnndndndnnhw grrrrgrrrreerrr. they did not need 10 minutes of this dude breaking really heavy, was not needed.

got to the intermission!

there's the breathing again it is so wierdd and just wrong.

my dog just let out the loudest fart honestly >:0

the dude that's not Dave is just floating out in space. he won't stop it's been ages now. he's been saved!

all the people in the white sleepy suits just died

Dave let the dude go again?! he and Hal had an argument over killing each other.

Dave killed Hal as he was singing a song to him? ok, onto the Jupiter and beyond the infinite

the magical colourfull line he's gone into looked like guitar hero, but rotated

atm all I see is colours I am so confused. it hurts my eyes.

babies in space!?!!

overall I just found it confusing, but it was interesting to watch lol

have fun reading this :P

LMAO HI

im not gonna respond to the first gorillas bit bc i was there w u but . set the tone for ur dogs for sure….

THE POLE YHING IS PART OF THE TRIPPY BIT my ongoing theory is that it gives people new information that their brains cant rly hand,e (i.e. monkeys near pole went apeshit but figured out how to use tools, people on moon near pole had to be put in a coma but figured out how to go to jupiter, dave near pole had the worst trip of his life but was reborn into a giant baby…) like some sorta lovecraftian shit

THE SIUDNTRACK IS SOOOOOO GOOD AGH. i LOVE the use of music in the film to set the tone & atmosphere & motifs & shit

THE LONG CONVO WAS UHHH. they were on like a specship docking station nd these guys tell the doctor (main guy who rang his kid) that the spaceship he’s going onto has rumours of a massive disease outbreaak, and so he better be careful and also they say he should like. feed info back to them . and be a rat basically . the doctor says “nuh uh thats confidential” and they all get sad bc they dont have access to a mole

the meeting is where we discover that actually theres NOT a disease outbreak , thats just a backup story to prevent more people going onto the ship. they’re travelling to the moon to investigate this weird black pole thing (th same pole frm the monkeys) bc it has a super strong super weird magnetic field . its said that it must have been dug down into the ground purposely bc its so deep…

…which brings us nicely to the AWFUL RINGING SCENE . theyve found the pole and are investigating it — behavior is notably VERY similar 2 tha monkeys. they reach forwards and touch it hesitantly, crowd around it in a circle… the reason however that it might be ringing for us NOW but was not ringing for the monekys PREVIOUSLY could be just because we, the viewer, ARE humans, adn thus cannot hear the sound the moneksy heard

JUPITERS MISSION IS WHERE THE MAIN PLOT COMES IN ! with hal and frank and dave . uhh more or less u seem to understand most of the first bit of this, but just to put it out there that the people who are in a coma are the people who were on the voyage to th moon to investigate the magnetic field .

HAL AND DAVE ARE SO. THEY ARE JUST SO. U GET IT

the breathing is bc theyre in space thats what they hear but iAGREE it was HORRIBEL watching that on the big screen OUGH

intermission :-3

frank was uhh dead .? the pod he was manouvreing got taken over by hal (bc the red light at the front lit up ) , and it cut his oxygen cord. he’s dead out there buddy . dave isnt saving him .

dave let frank go bc he had to go in the entrance where he would Probably Die if he did not Pay Attention. and so bringing franks body in was NOT on his list of priorities .

the argument with hal was brought on previously — do u remember the convo dave and frank had in the pod when they thought hal could not hear them ? the convo abt cutting hal off if it turned out that the communications device was NOT broken aftr all? thtas why hal killed frank, and why hal wanted to kill dave

THE SONG WAS A REFREENCE TO THE FIRST COMPUTER TO SING A SONG !! th ibm something or other….but uhh the deal with him singing was bc his memory files got removed it was like a factory reset. && dave kille shim bc he killed frank and all those cryogenically sleepin people lol

I TALKED ABT THIS EARLIER IN THE POST BUT JUST TO CLARIFY. u could see the black obelisk thing just b4 he started with the freaky acid trip thing……nd my personal theory is that. the information he was fed got TOO much and TOO overcomplicated . and thats why the last hhalf an hour is like that lmao

GIANT BABIES LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO

it IS confusing ur right. nw….tgank you for liveblogging it like i asked babycakws

#thanks for the ask!#ballsack

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rosetheex-editor · 1 year ago

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[Audio transcript start.]

[Footsteps on tile. It goes from loud to quiet every few seconds, after a minute it is interrupted by the sound of a door opening. The voice that emits from the other side sounds hurt, quiet and rough. Barely picked up by the microphone.]

?: n- ness?

[Voice identified: Rose.]

R: w- what… are you-

[Rose is cut off by another voice. This voice is much closer to the microphone, seemingly the same person pacing back and forth.]

?: Movie time, silly! Remember? We just talked about it!

[Voice identified: Ness.]

Ne: Come on! You need a break, and don't speak if you don't need to.

R: I-

[Rose is interrupted again.]

Ne: Shut. Katherine! You ready?

?: Mhm! Ready!

[Voice identified: Katherine.]

Ne: Cool Rose do you need your crutches or-

[Ness is cut off by the sound of footsteps, Rose sighs.]

Ne: That’s a… no. Katherine did you know Rose started moving without the crutches?

K: Hm? No? I’ve uh. Mostly just been in bed. So. I don’t know much of anything…

Ne: Rose you feeling good?

R: i'd r- rather not answer.

[Rose coughs for multiple seconds before opening the door.]

K: Okay, lets go before I lose too much energy.

[Someone can be heard picking up the phone as two sets of footsteps walk out the door, the third is a bit further away.]

Ne: Rose wait up! Damn you… sure you're ok?

[Rose does not respond.]

Ne: Katherine you got any ideas… by all means it's not normal for Rose to have gone from unable to walk straight to… that!

K: Ness, I work at a Dennys, I don’t know medical shit. I’m sure it's not normal, but I don’t know what to do about it in the slightest.

[Someone can be heard falling down the stairs causing one set of footsteps to speed up.]

Ne: ROSE?

[Rose makes no audible noise, causing Ness to sound even more worried.]

Ne: Damnit… Katherine help me pick her up please?

R: f- fine…

K: I’ll help, yeah. Rose, you just fell down the fucking stairs. Not fine.

[Rose can be heard standing only to fall again with a thud.]

R: i- i'm… f- fine…

K: Let us help, Rose. Please.

[Rose doesn't respond.]

K: Even if you say no, we’re helping. So. Come on. Up.

[Rose can be heard crawling away.]

Ne: Bruh.

K: Rose, do you want to go to this movie or not. Because I can and will ground you if you do not stop trying to do this.

Ne: Rose please…

[Rose stops, Ness begins walking again and can be heard grabbing Rose's upper torso.]

Ne: Grab her legs.

K: On it!

[Fabric shuffling as Katherine makes her way over and grabs Rose’s legs.]

K: Er. What now?

Ne: What?

K: Well, we have Rose. Do we just. Bring her down?

Ne: Why? What's wrong?

K: A lot. But specifically here, nothing. What are you on about? I’m talking about bringing her to the car!

Ne: Oh… you said 'Er' and I got confused… erm. You could put her feet down long enough to get the car open?

K: Alright. Sounds good. Let's go.

[Two sets of footsteps, Rose's arms can be heard shuffling with the fabric.]

Ne: Rose. don't scratch the wound in your knee… don't want it to get messed up.

[Katherine makes a small noise of concern, both for Rose and something else.]

Ne: What's wrong?

K: There’s a lot of blood in this stairwell, I’ve noticed.

Ne: Yeah…

[Ness takes a deep sigh. There is a thump against someone's arm.]

Ne: Rose. Quit scratching… I swear. You ok Katherine?

K: Yeah. Just remembered where the blood is probably from. Or, more so… who.

Ne: oh… yeah… ugh, ok, let's get out of this stairwell.

K: Mhm. We’re close to the bottom, I think.

Ne: Rose I swear to fuck stop scratching!

R: h- hurts…

Ne: Katherine? I'm not well versed in helping people… help?

K: What makes you think I’m any better at it? I– Hm. Rose, what hurts?

R: m- my heart… a- and my l- leg…

K: Same, girlie. Uh, anything we can do to make it better?

R: d- dr pepper?

Ne: We can get some at the theater? Um… did you want to watch the movie with us Katherine? If so, I have enough money to pay for you a ticket…

K: That would be great. Alright, help me get this door open so we can go out to the car.

[Fabric shuffling, as Ness can be heard struggling to set Rose down enough to not injure her legs.]

Ne: That good?

K: M’yep. But you’ve gotta help me get her out, too. I’m not as strong as… I’m not strong.

Ne: Yeah… are you fine with watching a horror movie? I kinda bought mine and Rose's tickets before… y'know it's, uh, PG-13 so not too bad.

K: I’ve been through worse. I can handle it.

Ne: Well y'know after… never mind, let's just get Rose in the car.

K: Alright.

[More fabric shuffling as a car door can be heard opening and someone is sat in a seat.]

Ne: Should we check on Rose's knee? I'll be honest… she hasn't let me look at the injured one. I just know it's injured from the blood stain in the jeans she was wearing.

K: You can. Yeah. But don’t try anything. We’re not doctors.

Ne: Ok…

[Fabric shuffling as Rose can be heard making a noise similar to a failed scream, before she can be heard slapping a hand.]

Ne: Ow!

K: Hey. Both of you. Be gentle.

Ne: Rose, please let me.

[More fabric shuffling, Ness gasps and immediately walks away into the back of the car.]

Ne: Ok! Let’s go.

[After a little while of just silence, Katherine speaks up.]

K: How about we turn on the radio? It’s a little quiet in here.

Ne: Sure yeah!

[Ness sounds as if they are trying to avoid freaking out.]

[The radio switches on, the beginning of ‘You Give Love a Bad Name’ plays.]

Radio: Shot through the heart and you're to blame–

[Katherine frantically switches the station.]

Radio: –Don't try suicide! Nobody's worth it!–

[Another switch.]

Radio: –Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight–

K: Motherfucker!

[The radio is turned off.]

K: Never mind.

[Rose begins hyperventilating before eventually just screaming, the scream sounds as if the person is having their vocal cords ripped apart. After a few seconds the sound of flesh being punched.]

K: Ness! I’m driving! Help her!

Ne: Rose! Rose! stop!

R: IT’S MY FAULT! HE'S DEAD BECAUSE OF ME EVERYONE I CARE ABOUT IS GOING TO DIE BECAUSE OF ME I CAN'T SAVE ANYONE!

Ne: ROSE GOD DAMNIT STOP!- KATHERINE!

K: Rose! Listen!

R: IF I WAS JUST FASTER EDGAR WOULD STILL BE HERE! IF I WASN’T A STUPID BRAT RUBY WOULD STILL BE HERE! NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF I WASN’T HERE!

[The car comes to a halt, pulling into a parking lot, a seat belt unbuckles, and Katherine turns around in her seat.]

K: Rose, I know. I know it’s hard, but you have to understand that it isn’t your fault. I know that it’s awful that any of it happened. I miss him too. We all do. But that shouldn’t be any reason to start literally beating yourself up over it.

[Katherine takes a deep breath.]

K: He’d want you to be safe. He’d want you to move on. You don’t have to right this minute, but you’ll have to eventually. Don’t blame yourself.

[Rose continues sobbing, her next few words forced out. And full of coughing.]

R: I- h- have w- watched… a- almost e- everyone i love… d- die… h- how many more times… a- am i going t- to have to see that?

K: I don’t know. But we’re going to be here through every time. Even if I’m on my fucking deathbed, I’ll be there for you, alright? Got that?

R: C- can y- you promise me something?

K: Depends. Is it something to do with your safety?

R: i- if… s- sparrow is ever put i- in a situation… n- no one can help them… d- don't stop me?

K: Rose, you know I can’t promise that.

R: k- katherine… i- i know… i p- promised e- edgar… i w- wouldn't go back… b- but i promised r- ruby… i w- wouldn't let them get hurt… a- and that… e- even though s- she's dead… i c- can't let sparrow die…

K: Two promises that clash. You’re stuck. I… Rose, I can’t promise you that. I really, really can’t. Because if I do, I’d be allowing you to run to your own death at a moment's notice.

R: s- sparrow is the last bit… of f- family besides you… i h- have.

K: I won’t be able to help you if I make this promise. I made a promise as well. The same as yours. But there’s more at stake there than just trust. I intend to keep that promise with my life, which is just making this even harder.

R: …

Ne: Katherine… can we talk… outside the car?

K: Yes, of course.

[A car door is heard opening as someone walks outside and over to a tree.]

K: I really hate having to pretend that he’s gone for good, but Rose would never start getting better if we didn’t… Now, what did you want to talk to me about?

Ne: [Mumbling.] How the FUCK do I say this…

K: Just tell me. Bluntly.

Ne: Ok… You know how I uh checked Rose's leg and then just ignored it?

K: Fuck. What’s wrong with her leg.

Ne: Ugh this is the tough part… ‘cuz like… I don't think… that's her leg…

K: … What do you mean.

Ne: It looked like the flesh had been sewn back together… Bits of muscle missing or peeking out… It’s also… um… Rose's left leg isn't… or wasn't in showfall's possession. She lost it after she escaped if I got my facts right.

K: Wh– so who’s…

Ne: Assuming it was that… Mai person who put the leg on… take a wild guess…

K: You’re kidding.

Ne: I wish…

K: Fuck. Does she know?

Ne: I don't know… maybe? Maybe some part of her brain knows and that's why she didn't want us to check…

K: We… okay. I think we should try to just… get a nice afternoon watching a movie, and then maybe we can think about this. This is a lot.

Ne: Yeah…

[Faint knocking on a car window.]

Ne: Is Rose pointing at her throat… Oh right. screaming.

K: We should get going. This is going to be a nice afternoon. And everything will be okay.

Ne: Yeah… I'll grab Rose.

[More footsteps, another car door and someone being grabbed out of a car.]

Ne: OW! Nevermind, can't carry Rose by myself- arms weak.

K: Imagine, nerd. Step aside, let me handle this!

K: I’m joking, by the way, I’m also a fucking weak ass nerd.

[Rose can be heard tapping on a car door.]

Ne: Um Rose… I don't think anyone here knows morse code.

K: We should learn, though. I think it’d be nice.

Ne: Yeah… um Rose, what is it?

R: s- stick…

Ne: Huh?

K: … I know you don’t mean it in that way, but that’s the only way I can think of it. What do you mean?

R: c- crutch!

Ne: Oh!

[Ness runs into the grass before the sound of ripping something off a tree.]

Ne: THIS!

K: Ness! Don’t hurt the trees!

Ne: Rose asked…

[Ness runs back over as Rose mumbles.]

R: t- too… n- nice…

Ne: Welp… you deserve it so of course we're gonna be nice. Right Katherine?

K: Yep. Can you two stop flirting so we can go watch the movie?

Ne: WE AREN'T FLIRTING!

[Ness laughs before she can be heard accidentally dropping the phone on the floor.]

Ne: Oh shit!

[Ness can be heard trying to pick up the phone, leading to her accidentally ending the transcript.]

[End transcript.]

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rommahh · 3 years ago

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{Harry in sparkly black….Harry lemme **** *** *** for free}

You hadn’t talked to Harry all day. Not that you were mad at him or anything but your therapy this morning left you feeling a little spacey. There was something about talking about your emotions that left you feeling emotionally drained.

You missed Harry terribly and though it’s only been a short week, you felt very lonely. But on another note, your anxiety wasn’t as bad as it was. You were starting to feel like your normal self again but missing something.

You loved the tight knit life you have with Harry. You like being around him most hours of the day. You two were inseparable. If you were in the shower, he was in the bathroom reading a book from the lounger chair in the corner. If he was writing music on the beach, you were somewhere on the shore collecting shells. If you were going to the grocery store the least he could do was go for the drive with you. You two were close and it was something the both of you were ok with.

Some couples don’t like being so close but it worked for you and Harry. Being away from Harry was a weird experience. It’s only been a week but you feel like it’s been a lifetime. You haven’t minded being on your own but you wanted to be with the person you felt most connected to.

So being you, you purchased a ticket to Chicago. You didn’t know how Harry was going to react but you could only assume it would be a positive reaction. You told Jeff that you were coming so he could get you a hotel key and backstage pass.

As you sat in the airport you felt your back pocket buzz- your music pausing for the call. Your hand slipped into the pocket roughly pulling out the small phone. Harry’s icon, him in a fluffy robe looking as grumpy as ever, met your eyes. You cursed because you were quite obviously in the airport and if he saw you, the surprise would be ruined.

You answered anyways but only for audio. You made sure that your airpods were snug in you ear and there was no chance of them falling out.

“My lover!” Harry greets you a in sing song voice. You could hear his humph as he recognizes that you didn’t answer with the FaceTime video on. “Turn your camera on.”

“Can’t, I’m not feeling good.” You fib nervously. Harry frowned, nervous that he may have done something to upset you.

“Oh, alright. What’s wrong then?” He asks. You chew your lip trying to think of an answer.

“Uh, period.” You stammer.

“Your period doesn’t start for another few day…saw it on the tracker.” Harry may have your period tracker on his phone but it was because he wanted to make sure he was able to comfort you the best way he could when he needed to.

“Must be the meds-“ The sound of your boarding attendant sounded over your head cutting you off. “Hey bubs, I’ve actually got to go but we can’t chat later.”

“Sure, that’s fine I guess. Love you.” He mumbles, confused by the phone call. You hang up leaving Harry a little lost in his thoughts.

Later, Harry sang through his rehearsal carelessly, his head clouded with thoughts. He even sang through TBSL and though he was in the worst of moods, fans waiting at the venue thought he never sounded better.

You on the other hand had just sat through the worst flight of your life. There was a woman in the flight who didn’t want to wear her mask causing commotion before the flight could even take off. You had the worst headache halfway through the flight and because of the lack on supplies, the flight couldn’t give you any ginger ale or accommodations.

You didn’t let any of it get to you though as you directed for the chauffeur Jeff sent for you to go to the venue for show.

Harry sat in the common room backstage with the band and Jeff eating dinner grumpily. His fork was stabbing every little piece of lettuce of his salad, everyone watched worried that he may break his bowl.

“HS3 is trending on Twitter today, pretty exciting.” Jeff says to Harry breaking the silence. Jeff just received a text from you saying that you arrived to the venue and were walking towards Harry’s dressing room.

“Mmm great.” Harry grumbles. Jeff rolled his eyes at the diva.

“Someone’s a little pissy this evening. How about you go fix that mood before you greet your fans with a bad attitude.” Jeff scolds him like a child who just got caught doing something they shouldn’t have. Jeff really didn’t care about Harry’s attitude, used to the moods at this point, but he needed a way for Harry to leave the room and see you in the dressing room.

“Fine, didn’t want to be around anyways.” Harry shrugs.

Back in Harry’s dressing room, you rolled your suitcase into a corner where Harry’s outfit for the night resided on a hanger. You smiled at the sparkly black top that you helped pick out. You walked around his dressing room from the hair and makeup table, past the bathroom/ dressing area, and back around to the couch’s and coffee table where you took a seat. You snagged one of his green juices needing the boost of energy from being on the flight.

You heard the door knob jiggle but stayed planted in you seat sipping on the juice. You never made a peep as Harry barged through the room, scowl covering his face. He stormed past the couch not batting an eye at you. He went to the mini fridge where his juices were before letting an exasperated sigh.

“Who fucking took my juice?” He whines. You quietly giggle in your hand at his tone.

“Im sorry, thought I could have it.” You chuckle. Harry leaps from where he stands letting out a yell. He turns to look at you with wide eyes, hand over his chest as if his heart was going to explode from his chest. You stood from the couch waiting for him to react more but he just stood there in shock. When the realization of you actually being there kicked in he let out another yell before bounding over to you.

Before you knew it, you had two strong arms wrapped tightly around you. Your wrapped around his neck, hands and fingers spread through his hair. His face tucked into your lower neck peppering desperate kisses all over just to feel something.

“What are you doing here?” You hear him cry. You pulled away from him to wipe his eyes of the tears that streamed down his face.

“I needed to see you.” Was all you could muster. He pulled you down on the couch, your body cushioning his larger frame. He laid in between your legs, your back flat in the body of the couch.

“Im so happy your here.” Harry couldn’t even put his excitement into words. He knew you were coming in a week but to have you here earlier than that made him feel things. He sat up from suffocating you into the couch, allowing for you to sit up beside him. “What about your therapy? I hope you’re not jeopardizing your mental health to be here with me cause I would much prefer if you put me on the back burner and took care of yourself.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “I’m ok. I still will see my therapist virtually, I’ve got all new meds that are working fine, and if all goes to shit I will go back home. It’s ok bubs.” You reassure him.

He grabs your face with both hands pulling your face to his. Your lips meet with need. His lips slotting with yours, moving slowly but with rigor as if he was scared you would slip from his fingers. Your bottom lips fit between his lips leaving for him to suck on it slightly. You moaned at the feeling making Harry pull you in tighter. You sat slightly upon his lap, chest against each other tightly. Your tongues pushed at one another, lips loving in tangent.

You pulled away when you felt his lower presence awaken. He whined at the loss of contact making you giggle.

“If we go any further you’re gonna be late for your show. I’ll give you more back at the hotel, yeah?” You say lowly trying to catch your breathe. He groaned resting his forehead on yours chasing your lips with chaste kisses making you smile.

“Fine, you owe my though. This is level three apology situation that can only be resolved with these things; sloppy blowies, butt stuff, or face masks if you catch my drift.” He chastised. You let out a deep belly laugh pushing yourself away from him. You two still sit facing each other, your legs slightly on top of his.

“You’re so nasty, but I may be able to arrange one of those.” You wink making Harry let out a triumphant laugh.

“Are you staying for the show? I understand if your not.” He questions fiddling with your fingers.

“Think it would be best if I didn’t. I’m really tired and I obviously need a nap if I’m going to be up for your post show antics.” You joke giving his nose a poke. He jokingly pretends to bite your finger in retaliation.

Harry went on stage that night happier than ever. He started plotting proposals from the second he walked you to the car with your suitcase and waved goodbye to you. You went to the hotel room and “accidentally” fell asleep wearing one of your most recent purchases curled up in your tour bus blanket.

Let’s just say that Harry not so accidentally woke you up after that concert ready to love all of his adrenaline off in you.

Part 2👀

#harry styles love on tour #hslot #hslot Chicago #harry styles angst #harry styles smut #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fic #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #Harry Styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot

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azucanela · 4 years ago

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bakugou/todoroki reacting to their s.o. who usually wears long sleeves and pants wearing a casual dress? please feel free to include anyone else! also if it's ok can you add a bit of spice or smth 👉👈

REACTING TO S/O WEARING A DRESS HEADCANNONS + SCENARIOS

[ft. bakugou katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, todoroki shoto]

SUMMARY: for the first time, the boys witness you in a dress and... it ends pretty well for you.

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

WARNINGS: make out session, kissing, insecurities, SPICE, implications

A/N: THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS IT MAKES ME HAPPY TO WRITE IT <3 also this is as unholy as it gets [for now] a lil spicy hehe, just a tad

BAKUGO KATSUKI

OKAY SO

he’s taken you on dates, and normally you wear jeans and a t-shirt, and he’s fine with it, he doesn’t care, your clothes your business, you wear what you want and look good no matter what it is. sweats? hot. sweatshirt? hot.

dress? probably hot, he hasn’t seen you in one yet.

UNTIL NOWWWW

it’s getting warmer, and pants are for losers, so naturally, you wear a pretty lil sundress for your upcoming date with bakugo

he comes to get you in your dorm room, and you text him that the doors unlocked and he’s like AIGHT BET

not the type to knock before entering, but you have thankfully already been dressed and as he enters he realizes that his hypothesis was in fact correct

you are very hot in a dress

very pretty

beautiful

he’s confused though, like since when is this a thing, why are you being so casual about it? did he forget something important? when was your anniversary?

“what the hell?”

you’re like ??? because nothing has changed

so he’s like “you’re.. in a dress.”

“OH,,, haha... yeah.”

now he’s made you insecure, you suck katsuki

once he passes the confusion he is checking you out, your thighs are exposed, and so are your arms, so he’s a lil distracted and doesn’t realize he’s distressed you

when he finally comes to he goes to compliment you, “you look-”

“bad? i should change-”

“NO.” he shouts, and it is a little too quickly and aggressive, so his cheeks flush at this outburst, “you look pretty.”

then he realizes he was too nice, “idiot.

you smile at him, and move to the door, only for him to kick it closed

you’re like ???

he’s like

Katsuki tries to avoid the looks he gets from the rest of his classmates as he makes his way to Y/N’s dorm room, hands shoved into his pockets as he walks. They had a movie to get to, and Katsuki wanted to make sure they had time to get snacks before the movie started, so he intended to begin rushing her. Removing one of his hands from his pocket, he turns Y/N’s door knob, shoving the door open.

He pushes it slightly behind him, but not enough that it closes since he doesn’t intend to be here long, Katsuki looks up and turns to her, “oh hey Katsuki.”

She’s putting some things in her purse, which is on her bed, so she’s slightly bent over as she shoves some cash inside it. Meanwhile, Katsuki can’t help the astonishment that washes over his features as eyes her. “What the hell?” He can’t help but exclaim at the sight before him. This was the most skin he’d seen since... since ever.

Not that he was complaining.

Y/N’s brows furrowed at his comment, standing up and bringing her purse onto her shoulder she looked at him and tilted her head in confusion. “Excuse me?”

Katsuki opened and closed his mouth once or twice, trying to find words as he let out a noise of frustration, gesturing to her, “you’re wearing a dress!” Exasperation clear in his tone, confused as to how she hadn’t seen this as an abnormality. Had he forgotten something? An anniversary perhaps?

Y/N, on the other hand, felt her cheeks warm at this. It hadn’t really crossed her mind that she didn’t wear dresses often, much less clothing that revealed her skin, which was littered with scars from the training and all the incidents there had been in the school year thus far. She couldn’t help the thought that rushed through her minds as she responded rather lamely, “yeah. I am.”

Katuski collected himself, “well, you look-”

“Bad? I should change-” Y/N began, preparing to go to her closet to find another outfit.

Only for Katsuki to call out, “NO!” His cheeks flushing red as he realized how ridiculous his outburst must look, Katsuki looked away. “You look nice... idiot.”

Y/N beamed at him, moving towards him and the partially open door that he stood by, she grasped his hand, “let’s go then!”

As she brought her hand to the knob, she was yanked back by Katsuki, who released her hand when she was close enough pulled her to his chest, pressing his lips to hers. Y/N’s free hand came up to hold his jaw, while his hands dug into her hips as he kicked the door behind him closed before shoving Y/N onto it.

Gasping at the sudden movement, her other hand came to his hair and tugged harshly on it. In response, Katsuki released her lips and brought his mouth to her neck, one of his hands coming to the bare skin of her thigh and pulling it up to hold against himself. Pressing open mouthed kisses onto her neck, Y/N let her head fall back onto the door, giving him better access.

Exhaling deeply, Y/N spoke, “Katsuki we’re gonna be late.” As much as she wanted to disregard the movie, they’d already paid for their tickets, and she wasn’t in the mood to waste money.

In response, he bit down on her neck, causing her grip on his hair to tighten before he looked back up at her, swollen lips baring a cocky grin, “I don’t mind being late, babe.”

SHINSOU HITOSHI

he’s so cute ugh

anyways, i feel like his range in terms of style is trash bag or finest man in the room so he doesn’t care how you dress and if you switch it up on occasion

this does not make him immune to the S H O C K

anyways

you’re going out with friends, but he doesn’t know this so he comes over

you open the door for him like ? but then a light bulb goes off in your head like yes! your bf! he can help! surely!

so you let him in and now he is in shock

like wow you are always hot but WOW

dresses 4 life in shinsou’s book

AND THEN YOU TURN AROUND AND HE CAN SEE SO MUCH SKIN BECAUSE YOU NEED HELP WITH THE ZIPPER AND-

rip shinsou 2020

he’s dead

look what you did

who gonna help you with that zipper now huh

very respectful gentleman though

he looks RESPECTFULLY and TOUCHES respectfully

and he really wants to touch

“HOW CAN HE BE SO HOTTT AND RESPECTFUL” tik tok audio

helps you with your zipper tho

because he is a good boy

but you lowkey noticed his change in attitude and well...

hahaha....

Shinsou was bored, so naturally, he was going to visit his lovely girlfriend at her dorm. It was odd, not receiving the cruel glares from his fellow students for his so called ‘villainous’ quirk. Then again, his girlfriend was the most powerful student in her dorm, and the people there either already liked him, or were forced to get over themselves when the two had started dating.

Nobody wanted to face the wrath of Y/N L/N.

He made his way to your door, smiling briefly at those he passed, a small wave to one student he knew particularly well. Shinsou knocked at the door, and the sound of shuffling came from inside, before the door peeked open slightly to reveal Y/N’s head, a smile making its way onto her face as she saw Shinsou.

“Oh, Shinsou! Perfect, come in and help me.” Cute.

His brows furrowed in confusion as he looked at her, and a small laugh left him, “alright.” Y/N. was sure to hide her body behind the door as she let him in, only increasing his confusion as he entered and she closed the door behind her. “Babe, what are you doing?”

When she closed the door, he finally got a full view of her body and realized she was wearing a dress. Shinsou couldn’t help the moment of shock he had as he looked her up in down. “You look beautiful.” He commented, coughing as he averted his eyes. He was looking, respectfully until his eyes trailed a little too low and-

“Would you mind zipping me up?” Y/N asked, turning around, exposing her naked back to him, save for the clasp of her bra.

Oh god you were trying to kill him.

Inhaling sharply, he nodded, “yeah, yeah, sure.” He replied. Moving closer, he brought his hands to her hips, allowing them to linger momentarily. He tilted his head as he noticed a scar running up her back, and couldn’t help but trace it upwards. Y/N felt her cheeks warm at this action, a shiver running up her spine being all it took for Shinsou to break contact entirely, “sorry.” He mumbled, embarrassed, his hand coming to the zipper and pulling it upwards.

She simply shook her head, turning around to face him, his cheeks burning red. “It’s fine.” Y/N brought her hand under his jaw and pulled him into a kiss, her other hand going to his arm.

Shinsou hummed into the kiss, allowing his hands to trail up his back once more, he finds himself regretting that he helped her zip of the dress as he presses her closer to him.

Y/N pulls away momentarily, much to Shinsou’s dismay, before pressing another peck to his lips and shoving him backwards. The backs of his knees hitting her bed frame, causing him to fall into a seat on the bed. Shinsou raises a brow, watching her figure come between his now spread legs and tilt his head up to bring him into another kiss.

His eyes flutter close as he finds his hands gripping her thighs, pulling onto himself before the other followed, allowing Y/N to straddle him, “what’cha doing, kitten?” He mumbled against her lips. She released his lips only to bring her own to his neck, as his hands hands went under her dress and up her thighs until-

“I have to go meet my friends.” She mumbled into his neck, exhaling deeply.

Shinsou groaned in annoyance, falling backwards onto her bed, “tease.” He grumbled under his breath, looking to her as she slipped off of him and amended her appearance, he couldn’t help but smile. “Have fun.”

TODOROKI SHOUTO

SO CUTE I LOVE HIM MARRY ME

ahem anyways.

shoto always looks nice, its in his nature and how he was raised, so he could be the wearing the best fit in the room and you could be wearing sweats but he really does not care

he doesn’t really notice what you wear tbh, you’re pretty to him no matter what so

bb boy is just sitting at the bench, you two had agreed to meet up at the mall, and he intended to SPOIL you, per usual, not that you knew this

you did not approve of his spending habits

you are his spending habits

he’s on his phone, preparing to text you, and he sees a figure appear in front of him, white dress with flowers on it is all thats in his vision

he’s about to be like stranger danger what do you need until he looks up and sees

GASP its you!

and you look MIGHTY FINE

you always look mighty fine, no matter what you wear, but the fact that this was something new made it even better. shoto didn’t particularly care what you wore but WOW

he kinda just cannot speak, like his mouth gapes open, you have left him speechless, good job

he’s definitely eyeing you, and he isn’t very subtle but you look so GOOD like what the hell who allowed this

insert anime nosebleed from todoroki

you are going off on a tangent about bees or smth idk and he’s like not paying attention your words but he certainly is paying attention to how nice the upper half of your body is looking rn

iykyk

he does not understand the feeling he is having but he does understand he really really really wants to kiss you

several times

and he wants to touch

you are there like “shoto???”

and hes like yes, anything for you my sweet love, what do you need

“yes love?”

ugh shoto and petnames just

a simp

anyways you guys go to the mall and he’s holding you closer than normal, and even if todo is an oblivious bb, if he happens to come across someone look at you the way only he can look at you?

its over lol burn down the mall

what was SUPPOSED a lil intimate lunchtime behind the mall in a more empty area turns into spicy todo

Sighing as he shifted on the bench, phone in hand as he prepared to text his fashionably late girlfriend, Shoto realized someone was approaching him, a white dress spotted with pink flowers filled his vision and his brows furrowed. Shoto opened his mouth to speak to the stranger, looking up only to realize it was no stranger.

It was his fashionably late girlfriend.

Shoto couldn’t help but straighten his back at the sight of her, mouth gaping open as he eyed her appearance. This was... abnormal. He rarely took note of her outfits, however he’d never seen so much bare skin, that much he knew.

Y/N simply pressed a kiss to his cheek, as though nothing was amiss, she began to speak of the difficulty she experienced on the way to the mall. Shoto failed to pay attention though, his eyes lingering on her upper body as he nodded along in the midst of his shock.

“Anyways, would you mind if we ate first?” The breeze blew her hair slightly, and Y/N basked in the sun, “maybe we could eat outside.” She suggested.

Snapping out of his trance, Shoto nodded rapidly, “of course, love.”

Y/N beamed at him, extending a hand for him, which he accepted, pressing a kiss to it before sitting up.

This was also... abnormal. Shoto never deprived her of affection, but in public it was rare for him to kiss her and he just- Y/N tried to shake herself of these thoughts, but couldn’t help the warmth that she felt spread across her cheeks as they began to head inside the mall. When they made it to the food court Y/N selected a soba place, bringing a smile onto Shoto’s face, though when she tried to pay, Shoto had already been tipping the person at the cashier $100.

As Y/N had previously suggested, the two made their way outside, and as Shoto suggested, they found a more desolate space to enjoy their food. They had ended up behind the mall in a small, unbothered, field. He’d stopped by a store to purchase and blanket, and Y/N couldn’t help but get excited at the concept of a makeshift picnic. The pair sat down on the blanket, placing the bag of food down.

Shoto couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto his face as he looked at her, “you look beautiful.” He complimented, crossing his legs.

Y/N beamed up at him, “thank you, Shoto.” She leaned forwards, on her hands and knees as she pressed a kiss onto his lips. Shoto pulls away momentarily, only for his hands to find their way onto her face, deepening the kiss.

Pulling away, Y/N raises a brow, “you’re awfully affectionate today.” She points out, moving to sit down closer to him as she brings a hand to play with his hair.

“Well, I want to touch you.” Comes his response, and in that moment Y/N contemplates cursing Shoto out for his bluntness, though she’s distracted when one of his hands comes to her thigh, “may I?”

Oh god.

Y/N nods, enjoying this side of Shoto as he brings his other hand under her other thigh, pulling her into his lap before pressing another kiss to her lips. Shoto sighs contentedly at this, and Y/N’s hand remains in his hair, tugging gently at the bicolored locks. Meanwhile, his hands wander her body in wonder as he breaks the kiss to place his lips on her neck. Y/N can’t help but lean her neck further back.

“Happy?” She mumbled as he pressed a kiss to her collarbone.

Shoto looks up at her to respond, “very.”

A/N: this is my favorite thing it was literally so fun to write omg

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So, earlier this month, I stopped working at one of my part-time jobs. While I still believe it was the best choice, considering how the job’s responsibilities changed since most Broadway theaters stopped requiring vax card checks, I will miss one of the big perks that the job offered: the opportunity to watch Broadway shows for free after shifts.

Now that it’s over, I think it’s time to share the full list of shows that I had the opportunity to see, ranked in order of how much I enjoyed them, from least to most. However, keep in mind that I didn’t think ANY of these plays were necessarily bad, nor did I hate any of them.

Take a moment to remind yourself that this is ranked based on pure enjoyment, and here we go!

Macbeth

Yeahhhh, sorry Daniel Craig, but this production of the Scottish Play definitely made the bottom of the list. (Or top, since we’re going from least to most.)

Again, I didn’t HATE this production, but this show confused me the most, and not in a good way. I’ve read Macbeth before, and I still found this production hard to follow. The staging was simple and vaguely modern, meaning that context and furniture were the main clues as to where any of the characters were at any time. Combine this with frequent double-roles for a lot of the actors, and I often couldn’t place who was speaking, where, and why.

This show was also the play of weird artistic choices. No matter what happened, there was almost always FOG, which worked sometimes, but just seemed to cover up lacking scenery at others. When Macbeth gets stabbed at the end, he seems to get stabbed in the crotch, and the spray of blood seems to come directly out of his butthole. When dramatic/spooky things happen, they LOUDLY blare what sounds like the Psycho knife screech, which just made those moments jarring and silly to me. Finally, at the end, when MacDuff is about to kill Macbeth, they FLASH bright white lights to slightly (but not totally) blind the audience as to what’s about to happen.

... then all the characters, dead and alive, sit by the wall, nursing their wounds while the last bit of the play happens. The Weird Sisters pass around bowls of soup, and they all eat while one of them sings a modern song that I don’t know well enough to understand why it connects to the scene. I know what this moment was GOING FOR, but it honestly felt like MacDuff stopped murdering Macbeth at the last minute and went “.... You know, violence isn’t going to solve anything. We all made mistakes. Let’s just call it off, apologize, and eat soup.”

There was one side character who, during the performance I saw, spoke into a handheld mic for no reason (with popping P audio to boot, which annoyed me), dressed in a Steve Jobs turtleneck, and spoke with a tone of voice that just seemed flippant and not totally immersed in the drama. I can’t even relate to being confused by this character to other coworkers who saw the show, since they remember a totally different actor (apparently one of them used a wheelchair), or at least a portrayal who didn’t use a handheld mic.

That leads into another aspect of the show that doesn’t help my rating: not only does it have a limited engagement, it was technically still in previews when I saw it, so it was always changing. However, every time I heard of the changes, they never really seemed to be for the better. The core flaws always remain.

Daniel Craig’s performance was OK. He’s a good actor, and he wasn’t bad in the role. However, he also wasn’t great. I’ve seen more engaging Macbeths. I put this down to direction, though. The same could be said for Ruth Negga as Lady Macbeth, although I believe her performance was a little stronger.

Finally: points off for causing undue stress on me and my coworkers, who had to avoid saying the name of the show while we were working in different theaters. Bad luck did legit happen after people said it. Also, both times I worked at this theater, it rained and made my job harder.

Now for a couple moments of positivity: I thought the porter scene was super funny and that the actor did it well. Props for that!

Also, since I had to stand in the balcony, I did not see that what I thought was the back wall of theater (a brick wall with piping) was actually the set itself. This meant that when, at the end of the show, the wall MOVED FORWARD, limiting Macbeth’s space, forcing him into conflict, and making him feel that there’s nowhere to run from MacDuff seeking his revenge, I was LEGIT SCARED. THE WALL WAS MOVING, WALLS SHOULDN’T MOVE, WTF

Anyway. Next show!

The Phantom of the Opera

Ah, Phantom. Phantom, Phantom, Phantom. Not gonna lie, you’re so low down partly because your theater is hell to work at. So many tourists, and so many of them angry.

But this show is also farther down partly because the specific performance I saw felt off. I saw this show during the period where so many Broadway actors were coming down with COVID that they had to rely on all the understudies at their disposal. As a result, nearly the entire cast were understudies, and I think it showed. The show felt a little bit offbeat, especially in regards to the Phantom himself. His performance felt more silly than dramatic in some parts, although the show itself doesn’t help in that regard. Christine was good acting wise, but her voice just wasn’t strong enough during a few numbers. Eric also could’ve used a singing boost. It’s not a good sign when your performance of Phantom needs stronger singing.

I want to make one thing clear: I LIKE Phantom of the Opera. (i’m so sorry, best friend who hates it) I don’t love it, but I do like it. I think the music is good, and I find the dramatic shenanigans to be NUTS, yet entertaining. Maybe that’s why this performance felt off to me. I’ve seen a version of the show that I like better in the past, and have my own thoughts on how the show should be done. The performance I attended just didn’t satisfy that itch. Maybe later non-understudy performances were better! Who can say.

Still. It was Phantom of the Opera at the Majestic theater. The sets and effects were still amazing, and the acting was still good. It was a net positive overall, but it could’ve been better.

To Kill A Mockingbird

Ah, now we TRULY get to the proof that this list isn’t so much “worst to best” as “least fun to most fun.” I honestly wish this show wasn’t so far down the list, as I really did like it. It’s a great adaptation of the book, with great actors, sets, and direction. If you’ve read the book or seen the movie To Kill A Mockingbird, you know what this is about, and you know what happens in it. But it’s still a good story, and it makes for a good show. I remember that for being a Mockingbird adaptation, and dealing with some pretty heavy stuff, this show managed to still have a lot of humor in it. I laughed a surprising amount during the show, but fortunately, it still knew when to keep things serious and solemn.

The show DID add a few new elements. While the play utilized Scout’s recollection of the past as the main narrative force, there were a couple scenes that Scout couldn’t have witnessed, such as Atticus Finch convincing Tom Robinson to let Atticus be his lawyer for the case. This is a cool moment to see, as this is Atticus and Tom Robinson’s first interaction with each other. However, it’s interesting that Atticus learns that Tom felt sorry for Mayella beforehand, and warns him not to say that in court. It feels like they wanted it to be foreshadowing, or at least a setup so that when Tom says it later, the audience KNOWS that the trial is essentially lost, or that Tom really felt pressured into telling the absolute truth of the matter. However, since we didn’t get (or NEED) that kind of setup in the book or the movie, it feels a little extraneous. Still, it wasn’t bad at all, so I’m fine with its presence in the show.

Jeff Daniels was great as Atticus Finch. As someone who mainly knew him from Dumb and Dumber, a film that I don’t really find entertaining, I was pleasantly surprised to see him excellently play this intelligent, (mostly) soft-spoken, and principled man. When he put Bob Ewell in a headlock, despite having to stand the whole time, I was so pumped that I stood on my tiptoes to watch.

The other actors also do their roles justice. They cast young-looking adults as the kids, no child actors here, and they were great at embodying the characters. All three “kids” actually have their own moments of “narrating” and recounting the events of the story.

The actor who plays the man who pretends to be a drunk (a review of the show says that Sorkin combined three characters into one for his play: Link Deas, Reverend Sykes, and Dolphus Raymond) was not only the same actor for Boo Radley, but he was also the one deaf actor in the show. This worked very well. Not only is the “drunk” man an outcast for being deaf AS WELL AS for having had a mixed kid with a black woman, but also Boo has another dimension to him for his own silence and outcast status. Scout even signs “thank you” to him shortly before the very end of the play.

Also. I gotta give props to this play for making Scout’s big old ham costume. I was waiting for that and it delivered. Bravo.

Despite not being closer to the top, this show was still great, and I’ll fondly remember watching it. (although I won’t fondly remember how an usher pressured me to sit in a seat that someone had already bought a ticket for, how I tripped and fell flat on my face getting back out, and how another usher SHUSHED me after SHE ASKED ME to explain what had happened)

Chicago

Ah, now we’re getting to the fun stuff! I went into this pretty much blind and had a great time. I honestly don’t have much criticism. It was just real good. I think the cast was mostly comprised of understudies, since I saw it during the period where so many Broadway actors were coming down with COVID that they had to rely on all the understudies at their disposal, but if so, they did an excellent job. The singing and choreography were phenomenal, the content was FUN, and I had a good time.

Also, I love that both the male and female chorus members wore sexy outfits.

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

If there’s any show I’m glad my job let me watch for free, it’s Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. This way, I didn’t give J.K. Rowling my money, and I supported the people I DO care about: Broadway actors.

While it’s true that the show’s script wasn’t personally penned by Rowling, she DID essentially give it her blessing. She was present when the writers formed the story, and even answered questions that they had. There’s no uncertainty that she at least contributed to this, so I still consider this partially her responsibility.

This show is most convoluted thing I’ve ever seen in my goddamned life.

This definitely isn’t helped by the fact that this is the TRIMMED version. At least for NYC, they changed the show from two separate two-and-a-half hour performances to one three-and-a-half hour performance. As a result, it feels like the “Summer Once Again” episode of The Goes Wrong Show... in reverse. Before intermission, the show runs at a breakneck pace, with little room to breathe, let alone establish ANYTHING. It’s only after intermission that things finally run at a human speed again. Or maybe I was just used to it. Either way, it took over an hour for things to feel normal.

The plot’s still a MESS. The protagonists’/antagonists’ kids angle can’t help but make it feel like a direct-to-DVD Disney sequel, or a child OC fanfic, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. I never really got into Albus (unsure why. I think it felt like he was just complaining after a while), while I unexpectedly grew more on Scorpius as the show went on. He was a bit annoying to me at first, but then he just became sweet and fun. I wish him the best.

The Voldemort’s daughter thing is, of course, ridiculous. And with how little the character is “set up” (she’s hiding as someone else for a while), it just kinda feels like she came out of nowhere. This show’s biggest fault is that it’s trying to tell a Harry Potter years-long story in one Broadway show. There’s just too much to cram into one viewing, or maybe even two. I’m not saying the answer is to make one show for each school year, though. That would make no sense. I also don’t think you NEED to limit the story to just one school year, although that would make things simpler. I think, overall, it needs to be presented in a more concise and better paced way. Preferably after scrapping the time travel plot, or at least making the time travel more like how it occurred in Prisoner of Azkaban.

SPEAKING OF WHICH. I don’t like how this show utterly throws out how the Time Turner is set up in Prisoner of Azkaban. Despite technically creating paradoxes, I like how the Time Turner is used in that book/movie. It establishes that while you can use it to mess about in time and do the right thing, there’s still a degree of certainty to the true timeline. All the things that the characters try to fix end up resulting in what they already experienced. This creates a few bootstrap paradoxes, but it shows that while their actions are useful, they can’t really CHANGE anything. This made the timeline feel secure, and prevented the time travel from being too powerful. I always respected that about the Time Turner, even when I was younger and loved the idea of changing the past to affect the future.

.... and then they go in a totally different direction for Cursed Child. It turns out that you CAN change the past, and that you CAN create a totally different future, and that if you do the wrong thing, whoopsie! Now Hogwarts is run by Headmaster Umbridge, is guarded by Dementors, and you’re late to celebrating Voldemort Day.

Yes, all that happens in one of the alternate futures of this show. Yes, I did actually laugh at the reveal.

So. After all the faults I just listed (and more I didn’t list), why is this show here on my list? How did it beat Phantom, Mockingbird, and even Chicago?

Partly, this is due to the effects. Whenever I asked someone how Cursed Child was, they replied with “Oh, the effects are GREAT!” Which... may not have been a good sign for the story, but it turned out to be absolutely true. The effects are, indeed, astounding. The crew took the challenge of representing magic on a Broadway stage and answered it phenomenally. There were moments that took my breath away in how real they looked, especially in regards to the Dementors.

Another reason this show is here on the lists is.... well, I had a fun time.

I DID have a fun time in a way the show didn’t intend, though. Now that I care less about the Harry Potter series overall, I was able to laugh at this show a lot more than I would have as a kid . It was definitely FUN to see how this story is a convoluted mess. Also, the acting is still good, so there were still good performances.

Also, there were some parts of the show that successfully hit the little parts of the Harry Potter fan that still reside in me, or at least the Potter fan of the past. The Dementors made me feel like a scared kid again. Seeing magic and hearing the familiar spells thrilled me. I feel like if I was a stronger fan, I’d dislike how some characters were done dirty. But I’d also like an excuse to see other characters return and give one last hurrah.

Finally. One shout-out to the moment that legit felt like it could have been from a Potter book or movie. While most of the show felt like new Rowling stuff, stuff that’s weak or weird or just extraneous, there was ONE moment that wowed me in effects, execution, and nostalgia:

The trolley lady.

There’s a moment in the show where Albus and Scorpius climb on the roof of the Hogwarts Express to leap off before they reach school. However, as they do, the trolley lady suddenly appears, perfectly balanced, even her trolley full of snacks.

Then she reveals herself to be an eternal aspect of the train who helps to ensure that every student REMAINS on the train. She even says the Marauders couldn’t escape her. She turns into a monster, her fingertips ELONGATING before our very eyes into claws, as she roars at the two boys escaping.

That was NUTS. My heart was pounding in my chest, and for the first time in years, I felt like a true Potter fan experiencing more genuine Harry Potter.

Still, I’m glad I didn’t pay for it. And I’ll continue my boycott of anything J.K. Rowling. I haven’t seen the new Fantastic Beasts, nor do I intend to. PLEASE don’t give any money to Rowling, as she’s done so much harm to the trans community.

But credit where credit is due. I did enjoy this Broadway experience, even as I scratched my head at it. If you have an opportunity to see it for free (no money to J.K. involved), then take it.

The Little Prince

Ahh, now onto another head scratcher! This show delves into the artsy abstract, with lots of dancing, maneuvering on aerial straps, and projected animated landscapes. While there IS a narrator onstage recounting the story, they do not physically resemble the Aviator, and they also speak aloud the “dialogue” that the other characters would be saying.

It didn’t help that I went into the show totally blind, not knowing what it would be like. I hadn’t even read the BOOK before. For most of the show, my reaction was that one Krusty GIF:

However. This show grew on me, and eventually won me over. It might look overly artsy at first, but it really is beautiful. The music and choreography are just gorgeous. Every part was fascinating, even if I didn’t know what was going on. I was confused, but also intrigued, thoughtful, and entertained; these emotional states lasted all the way until the end, when they showered us in red paper petals shaped like hearts.

Also, there was a part after the bows where someone went on the aerial straps and actually swung OVER the crowd like Spiderman. That was cool. :3

Now that I’ve read the book, the show makes a lot more sense, and I appreciate it as an adaptation in retrospect. Even if the vain main was adapted into a clown-looking dude who uses a smartphone. I truly wish I could see this again with my newfound knowledge of the book in mind.

Plaza Suite

Now onto the rich person play! This is what I and a few other coworkers called it because 1) it’s at a very fancy looking theater and 2) the crowds that came to see it were typically (but not always) rich New Yorkers and tourists. Half of them acted SO privileged, and the Mask Up folks were even told to be more lenient with them. While we still had to tell them to keep their masks up, we were also advised to not be as “forceful” or “commanding” as we would be at other theaters, which left a sour taste in my mouth every time I heard it.

However, the show itself is great, and definitely gets better the more it goes on. Matthew Broderick and Sarah Jessica Parker act very well in it, and they understandably have incredible chemistry together. Broderick especially surprised me with the amount of physical comedy that he does in the second and third parts of the play. He’s a bit of a hit or miss actor in most of the things I’ve seen him in, but this play is a hit. Plaza Suite is also just a very clever play overall, with the humor only getting better with each part, so the actors have wonderful material to work with.

Also, the play takes advantage of the fact that there are no set changes. The set looks AMAZING. It looks just like a fancy expensive plaza suite was chopped out of a building and plopped onto the stage. The special effects (the few times they were necessary) were also great! When the rainstorm happened outside the windows in the third part, it looked and sounded pretty real!

Overall, despite attracting grumpy privileged rich people, it was a fun time!

A Strange Loop

Ohhhh, talk about FUN. Almost all of my coworkers were scrambling to get their hands on a shift for this show. I came in mostly blind, but I knew a few important things: 1) It’s the tenth musical to win the Pulitzer Prize, 2) it's the first musical to win a Pulitzer written by a black person to win, 3) it’s the first musical to win a Pulitzer without first having a Broadway run, and 4) it’s unabashedly black and queer.

Not only was I able to watch the show after my only shift there, but I was also extremely lucky to get a ticket in the third row of the orchestra. (Someone just gave the ticket back to the theater; I guess they had to cancel? Unsure) Anyway, I had a CLEAR view of this wild, meta, and heart wrenching show. Everybody in the cast is so talented, and I was surprised to learn this is Jaquel Spivey’s Broadway debut. He plays Usher, the lead, and he does it wonderfully.

Honestly, there’s not much else I have to say here. The music is great, the acting’s phenomenal, the emotions are powerful, and the bare cheeks of the chorus member who stood on my side of the stage during “Exile in Gayville” are tight.

Also, the crowd for this show was definitely the most understanding and mask-wearing crowd I had ever worked with. Loved that.

Company

This was a blast. Company was another show I went into mostly blind, and I’m glad I did for this production. In fact, I’m curious about the effects of going into this one blind, as this production of Company has some big gender swaps. The male lead Bobby is now a woman (Bobbie), the bride-to-be with cold feet Amy is now an anxious gay groom named Jamie, and the three girls that Bobby dates are now three men. The only time the genderswap feels noticeable is a moment late in the play where Patti Lupone’s character proposes that Bobbie should sleep with her husband. In the original, she proposes that she should sleep with Bobby. I think the original works better tonally. Aside from that, everything else felt so natural that, if you hadn’t told me there was a genderswap at all, I don’t think I would’ve guessed.

Genderswap or not, this was a great time. I’m usually not the biggest fan of abstract staging; it’s gotta be done well for me to really be on board. This production does it super well! From the big neon letters, to hiding the number 35 in various places, to changing prop sizes, all the ways the staging plays with Bobbie’s psyche are both entertaining and thought provoking.

Since I came into Company blind, I was legit surprised by the power of the show’s comedy. Company could have achieved a high place on this list through laugh-power alone.

The acting and singing are, of course, amazing, and I’m so glad I got to see Patti Lupone in a Broadway show. She may not have too major a role, but she performs it so well. She just has a dazzling presence to her, and a beautiful voice to boot.

The rest of the cast are great too! My favorite number was Jamie’s “I Am Not Getting Married Today.” His performance was wildly entertaining, as was the random priest popping out of the fridge and freaking him out. Comedy gold.

Come From Away

I’m surprised that I was able to watch this show totally blind. I didn’t know a THING about it until a couple of days before my first shift there. The one thing I learned before I saw it?

“It’s about 9/11.″

That definitely gave me the wrong idea of what this show would be like. I came into it expecting a consistently dark, somber, and mournful story. However, while it does center around a tragic event, and it touches on some of the paranoia, stress, and xenophobia that people felt during/after 9/11, the show surprised me with lots of fun music, warmth, and goodwill. It even taught me about part of the aftermath of 9/11 that I never knew about- that after US airspace was closed, 38 international aircraft were forced to reroute and land in Gander, Newfoundland. Luckily, the town of Gander welcomed the hundreds of new people, provided them with food and shelter over the next week, and stayed in touch with their new friends in the years afterward. It’s such an interesting and heartwarming story, and as I watched from standing room, I was bouncing to the tune of the music all the way through.

(Also, thank you for being under 2 hours. It’s nice to watch a Broadway show that’s the length of a movie.)

The Music Man

Now for the show that so many people are dying to see and willing to spend hundreds of dollars on tickets for- The Music Man, starring Hugh Jackman and Sutton Foster. While I knew the basic story of The Music Man beforehand, I still hadn’t actually watched it before, so I had a fun time watching this partially blind. The story’s silly, and parts are clearly old fashioned, but I thought it was very entertaining. The music is great, and it was nice to hear an official (yet slightly changed for modern audiences) version of “Shipoopi” after being so familiar with the Family Guy rendition.

The two aspects that really blew me away, though, were the look of the show and the acting.

This show was fun just to watch. The sets and costumes are all gorgeous. Also, during “The Wells Fargo Wagon”, they did a couple of neat things with the horse-drawn wagon. First, they had little moving cutouts of the horse galloping with the wagon in tow in the “distance”, which was fun. Then they had the “horse” (people in a really great horse costume) come out on stage, which was so impressive.

And as for the acting? It’s Hugh Jackman and Sutton Foster, of COURSE it was amazing. This was actually my first real experience seeing Hugh Jackman sing and dance, and he’s excellent at both. The rest of the cast is great too; everyone was full of energy and immensely talented.

This show might’ve given me a couple tough crowds to work with, but being able to watch it was worth it.

Hangmen

I couldn’t help but love Hangmen. I loved it so much that it was the only show I saw twice during my old Broadway job. Sadly, both times, I had to miss the first ten minutes, in which (as far as I could piece together) the main character condemns to death the man who sets the whole plot in motion. I went into the show mostly blind, knowing only that it took place in the 1960s, after hanging is abolished in the UK, and that it was written by Martin McDonagh. (He created The Pillowman)

This play is a great dark comedy. Despite the dark subject matter and the attitudes of some of the characters, nearly every joke landed. Even if the laughs were sometimes surprised or slightly uncomfortable, the jokes WORKED. There’s so much great setup and payoff, and I was always invested in what was going on.

The sets are also wonderful. While I couldn’t really appreciate the first set (jail room), I loved looking at the detail of the later pub set. Like the plaza suite in Plaza Suite, it truly looked like they carved out a real location (in this case, a 60s British pub) and put in on a Broadway stage. Also, there’s a short scene in a cafe that was stage marvelously, literally taking place ABOVE the pub set. It was practically hidden up there, only revealed when it had to be, and it still looked realistic, with a THUNDERSTORM visibly happening outside its windows. So cool.

Alfie Allen of Game of Thrones fame is in this production, and he’s marvelous. Even before I knew he was in Game of Thrones (I did not watch it), I thought he was one of the strongest actors in Hangmen. He just has this ENERGY of great acting ability on that stage. Then I learned what he’s been in, and I thought “Oh, that makes sense.”

Without going into spoilers, I will say that the hanging in Hangmen (that I did see, at least) is chilling to watch. I had to keep telling myself that there had to be a harness, that there were precautions in place, that they wouldn’t risk the life of an actor. Great acting combined with great effects equal legit fear that someone’s gonna die.

Finally, I really liked the excuse to listen to Northern accents for a couple hours. It’s just nice. Reminded me of when I was studying in Manchester, even though Hangmen takes place in Lancashire. Speaking of which, I was super amused to hear the hometown of one of my friends, Burnley, get name-dropped a half-dozen times over the course of the show. I don’t hear about it much outside of him and football, so that was a nice surprise.

And that concludes my thoughts of all the Broadway shows I saw during my old job. I did get a NEW job working on Broadway, but it won’t provide the same show-watching opportunities that the old one did. (Fortunately, people will be WAY more polite to me because I’m not working COVID safety anymore) Still, I’ll always be grateful for this period in which I saw what is probably nearly a thousand dollars worth of Broadway shows.

Thanks for sticking around to read all this! If you’ve seen these shows, lemme know your thoughts. :3

#Broadway #This is me #on the job #Hangmen #The Music Man #Come From Away #Company #A Strange Loop #Plaza Suite #The Little Prince #Chicago #To Kill A Mockingbird #The Phantom of the Opera #Macbeth

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hwrryscherry · 4 years ago

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The one with the accidental tiktok part.1 .

characters: HARRYxMODELY/N

blurb: Harry and Model Y/N always record tons of tiktoks together but Y/N never post it. Then on a date night they record a funny tiktok and she accidentaly posts one.

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author's note: I received this request and I just wanna say how much I loved it. The concept it's everything so thank you to whoever sent me this and I hope you like it💗💗

here's how the tiktok was like: click here

You and Harry have this tradition of cooking together every Friday night. It was a moment where it was just you and him and no one else doing something you love to do. It’s a time to connect and spend quality time together as a couple and actually, most of the time those cooking nights ends up on a very spicy night, if you know what I mean.

This Friday, you both are currently in Palm Springs. You and Harry decided to rent a house in there, so he didn’t have to drive from LA every morning and this would make things easier. The house itself had a really calming Californian desert vibe, it was really colorful and had a yellow front door that you loved the most. It even made you tell Harry you wanted to dye your front door in LA yellow because it just made the whole place feels happier.

It was already 7:30 pm now and you were sitting on the living room sofa in your gray sweatpants, turtleneck blouse and your damp hair being just showered. Your day was full, you took some photos for Cosmopolitan magazine so there were people putting a lot of makeup on you and touching your hair all day long and honestly, after all these quarantine months you weren’t pretty used to it. Messy hair, no makeup and sweatpants were your daily routine now. So at that moment, an eye mask, comfortable socks, sweatpants and spending time with your favorite man in the world were all you wanted.

You continue to go through the Instagram feed when you hear the sound of keys and then the front door opens. Your eyes met the apparently tired figure of Harry entering through it, you didn't judge him. This man was waking up every day at 5 in the morning and came home around this time, but you knew it was for something good and that he was actually having a great time on set. Your dog, Charlie immediately ran up to Harry, barking a little and basically jumping at the man's feet. Harry smiled tenderly and crouched down to pet the little dog, while you closed your laptop and stood up walking towards your tired boyfriend. He stood up when you approached him trying to smile at you, but you could see in his beautiful green eyes that he was really tired. You smiled at the boy, placing your left hand on his shoulder, approaching to give a peck on his lips and then you ran your hand through his hair, making him sigh with satisfaction at the feeling he loved.

— Hi! — You spoke in a cheerful tone but not so much, it was calm, but he could feel in your voice that you were trying to cheer him up — How was it today? You look tired, my darling.

He then sighed as he put his keys and cellphone on the small table by the door.

— I am! I had so many scenes today, and to make matters worse, I had to redo the same scene about four times! — Harry said, sounding frustrated

— Oh, I'm sorry! — You said, propping up the on wall right behind you and crossing your arms trying to think of some way to make his day better. —

Why don't you take a shower, use the bath bubbles and relax? And I’ll order something for us to eat, anything you want. What do you think? Pizza, Chinese food? Anything you want.

— But today is Friday, we always cook together on Fridays! — Harry argued, frowning at your suggestion. And you actually did, it was probably one of the few things you both did by the beggining of your relationship that became a tradition to you.

— But you're tired, and it can be cool too either way! — You said, placing your hands on his shoulders starting to massage them calmly, then giving a small kiss on the back of Harry’s neck.

— No, no! It’s alright! — Harry said, shrugging you off and starting to walk straight to the bedroom while you followed him thinking what the hell did he wanted to say with that. It’s the confusion for me. He walked into the master suite bathroom starting to take off his shirt. You were surprised by the lack of tattoos, of course you knew they were covering it up for the film but it was really hard to get used to it, when you were so used to seeing his tattoos for almost three years now — I’ll take a relaxing bath and then I’ll be ready so we can cook together and bing watch a show or a movie, okay? — Harry said entering the shower. You really didn’t matter to skip one cooking night, but it was important to Harry, he loved those nights as much as you did and he didn’t want to make you lose a cooking date because of his tiredness. You just agreed with him even though you were not doing it.

So, you just went back to the living room where you took your cell phone on the couch and ordered Chinese food, since you both loved it. It didn't take long for Harry to come out of the bathroom in his sweatpants and damp hair. You sure loved Harry anyway, but when he was like that, with the damp hair of someone who just got out of the bath he literally looked like a Greek god. He sat beside her on the couch, lifting his legs and placing them over his lap. Harry propped his head on the back of the couch watching you place your cell phone on the coffee table.

— Have you decided on today's recipe? — He asked, stroking his calf.

— No, I ordered food! — You answered calmly watching the boy's facial expressions change.

— What? Because? I said we could cook! — Harry said settling himself on the sofa so he could face her better.

— You said, but we can't! — You replied approaching your face to him, putting your arms over your shoulders — But it will be cool too. We can eat, watch some movies, some tiktoks, I can even massage you since you have the worst back in the world! — Harry chuckled at hearing his words, not that you could say anything about bad backs, but he will just let it go for the moment.

Harry leaned in kissing your lips as his right hand was now in your cheek. Deep down, he knew this was exactly the best thing for today. The kiss started to get steamy. It was slow but passionate, Harry slid his hand that was previously on your cheek down your body until it reached your waist where he lifted you and placed you on his clothed lap.

You brought your right hand to the boy's neck and pulled his hair lightly causing Harry to groan as he squeezed your waist. He slid one of his hands down the sides of your body and brought it back to your cheek where he started to kiss your neck making you roll your eyes. It wasn’t anything higly sexual, it was more about the intimacy, the initmacy of being so closed to his lover.

And then the doorbell rang alerting that his order had arrived causing you to llet out a frustrated sigh as you separated the kiss looking at the smirk on your boyfriend's lips.

— Chinese food... — You said withdrawing from his lap and getting up starting to walk to the door.

— I said it would be better to have cooked! — Harry said ironically running his hands over his thighs covered in sweatpants.

You had already paid by credit card over the phone so thank god it was just getting the food. You returned to the living room in a few seconds, placing the packages on the coffee table and sitting on the carpet. Harry then slid from the couch to the carpet on the floor and sat beside you.

— Should we film a tik tok? — You said, opening the bags getting your orders out of it. You ordered Chicken Yakisoba for you and shrimp yakisoba to Harry as he’s a pescatarian — Like, while we eat! We’re never gonna post it, so whatever!

— Sure! — Harry said, handing you your phone and grabbing his order — Oh, which one should we do? Like, the couple challenge, or should we like lip sing to one? — Harry asked.

— Oh, OH! I saw a heard an audio today — You started laughing just about remembering it. Harry thought it was so adorable when you’d do it, so whenever you were trying to tell a story and started laughing because you remember it perfectly and it was so funny to you, he’d just stay there with a cheeky smile admiring your face and laugh — Alright, so it’s like a song and then the girl it’s singing like ‘’my man ain’t shit’’, ‘’my man ain’t shit’’.

— Excuse me?? Why would we do it? I’m like the coolest person! — Harry interrupted you making you look at him with a mocking look.

— ANYWAY, wait for it! — You put a few strands of your hair behind your ear while taking the spring roll with a napkin — Then the girl says like ‘’why you won’t leave him?’’ and she answers ‘’’cause bitch, dick too bomb’’. — You couldn’t help laughing at it, because it was just so funny to you. Harry laughed too, he loved that you could find the funny side in the silliest things, but could also be so mature when it was needed.

— Ok, I like how it turned out, let’s do it! — Harry said taking a bite of his food as making you chuckle. It was true though, this man’s dick? too bomb.

You then entered the tik tok app and prepared everything and positioned the phone in front of you both.

— Wait, what should I do? — Harry asked as he stand up behind you.

— Nothing, just copy the obscene gesture that I’ll do in the end and you’ll be fine. — You said with a mocking smile at him.

— Why? I wanted to lip sing too! — Harry said, looking at the camera, pouting like a child.

— Because I don’t have a dick, so it would be weird if you sang! — You argued, turning your head to face him.

— Oh, is there any audios about boobs? Because love, yours are spectacular — He said widening his eyes, making you laugh and turn again to face the camera now.

— Ok, focus Harry, focus! — You said as you press the button to film and started lip singing. When the time ended, you both sat down to watch it and it actually turned out really funny, and Harry doing the gesture was totally the best part of it.

When you were about to save it privately on the app, Harry accidentally spilled the soy sauce on the carpet. Yes, the white carpet in your rented house. You clicked on any button to save the video and ran to get a floor cloth or anything that could remove that stain. In fact, you knew I wasn't going to leave, the act of trying to clean up was a spur of the moment. Well, you couldn’t clean it and a few minutes later your cell phones started to vibrate a lot due to notifications and when you clicked to see what it was they saw that in the moment of despair, you didn’t press the button that would save the video privately, but yes to post publicly. The video was basically all over the social network and even if you delete it now, you very much doubt that the whole world hasn't seen it yet.

#harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry and y/n #harry styles and y/n #HARRYxMODELY/N #hwrryscherry

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 4 years ago

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HASO “Leading the Witness.”

Alright guys, this is going on longer than I thought and way more detailed as well but its been interesting. Also I am sorry for the late update, my boss has me rolling quarters at work so I am trying to do that and write this in between.

Thank you to my discord member Eddi for the testing logs he wrote and that I am using as evidence in this story. He deserves all the credit for the well thought out and executed test logs.

WARNING: Graphic depictions of blood, gore, bodily mutilation and mentions of suicide. The Steel eye project development is very graphic, so if you wish to read, please skip the test logs, which will be bolded.

The room spun around him, and he took a few long, deep breaths hoping that it would stop.

He wast sure he could survive another few hours of this.

He wasn’t sure at all

He was sweating, and his body throbbed all over. Clammy hands gripped the sides of his chair as he sat straight backed in his seat. A line of cold sweat dripped down the back of his neck. Blood had long since drained from his face, and he wondered if he looked as sick as he felt half expecting the bailiff to walk over with a bucket or something. A part of him fancied he could feel every eye in the room staring at him. The prosecution was still talking, but he could barely hear them as his head spun around and around in circles, ears ringing.

The lights pulsed.

He jerked out of it as a hand came to rest on his shoulder. He looked up, confused for a moment as he tried to figure out where he was, the room was partially tilted and it took him a moment to realise that he was slumped slightly to the side. Waffles had her head in his lap whimpering very softly.

“Adam, adam are you ok, do you need to step out.”

He lifted his head and turned to look at Admiral Kelly, who now sat beside him, a hand on his shoulder.

His ears were still ringing but not enough to realise that the court had stopped.

The lead judge had held up a hand to the prosecution and was looking directly at him.

Well… at least now the blood was rushing back to his head, and he could feel his ears burning, “Is everything alright, council?” The judge asked, “Does your witness need to step out.”

The lawyers turned to look at him, hints of both concern and concealed annoyance on their faces.

They looked at him expectantly.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, “No your honor. My apologies.”

His voice was surprisingly strong for someone who felt like he was about to pass out. The judge didn’t seem too annoyed at him, and looked on with some measure of concern. They whispered something to the nearby bailiff and then motioned the council to continue.

Admiral Kelly didn’t move seats keeping one hand on his shoulder. The bailiff walked over after things had started up again and sat next to them for a moment, “If you need to step out.” He whispered, “Take the side door to your right and someone will let you back in.”

He nodded, “Ill be alright, but…. Thank you.”

The man nodded and stood returning to the front of the room.

“As you can see, their first attempts at creating a proper drug cocktail to dull the pain of direct neural interface, was a complete disaster. Dr. Gladstone, assuming you were forced to use drugs instead of subdermal implants, how would you have gone about this? What is the proper procedure dictated by ethical state law.”

“Drug trials can take months to years, we test them on animals, rats monkeys and even inject them into synthetically grown human tissues and tube grown organs before we even test on animals. Each phase of testing can take up to eighteen months in clinical trials, and if the drug proves to be wrong we start over again.”

“Have you ever done phased drug testing on human subjects.”

“No, certainly not.”

“But of course they continued. May the prosecution present Experimental log 32 for For consideration by the court.”

Experimental log #32:

Over the past experiments we have been testing multiple drug mixtures to try and reduce the pain induced by the Direct neural interface our most recent tests have involved morphine much to our resident doctors discouragement it is one of the few drugs we have found capable of suppressing the pain induced by the direct neural interface. This test involves the use of an automatic dispenser controlled by the pain sensors in the arm.

The subject, as before has been sedated for the implantation of the test augmetic. This time however the drug reservoir has a direct link to the bloodstream.

-recording break-

The subject seems to be stable and moving around without much interference, although slightly lethargic and a little dopy due to the drugs.

We made sure to remove the augmetic well before the drug reservoir ran out. This seems to be successful and stable Several more tests are to be made to confirm this before moving on to the next stage.

“Dr, do you happen to know the laws in relation to the regulation and use of morphine during testing?”

The doctor nodded, “Morphine is heavily regulated even on the research level owing to its additive properties. Only doctors are allowed to prescribe it, and even then, the morphine dosages are regulated and reviewed by an internal board of directors. There is a cutoff point for the amount of morphine allowed for personal use,and the amount of morphine allowed for medical use. This cap can be broken if the board of directors determines the patient is terminal and in extreme pain.”

“How about for research purposes.”

“You can’t research with morphine, and you certainly cannot give it to a patient with no prior history of injury, or other medical conditions.”

“Thank you doctor, the prosecution wishes to present experimental log 34 to consideration.”

Experiential log #34:

Our continued experimentation has lead to the conclusion that stronger chemicals may be required to reduce the pain, one subjects auto-dispensary caused an overdose When the subject spent some time prodding and poking at the implant site it caused excruciating pain that was responded to by the auto dispensary by flooding the body with over 500milligrams of morphine. A stronger painkiller would mean lower doses are required thus avoiding an overdose. Despite our team's medical advisors continuing protests.

Prosecution turned to the judges, “You see here your honor that instead of considering the ethical questionability of their actions, they determined to use more morphine despite the overdose and even extend the use to even more potent drugs. These are not the actions of scientists who were considering ethics, or even the value of human life.”

“Objection your honor on conjecture about the thoughts of my client.”

The judge waved a hand, “It may pass.”

The defence took a seat.

The prosecution adjusted her tie, “Three people died as a result of these tests your honor. Marvin Dess, William Moseratt and Angela Vilgrin. Not once were the tests paused or delayed. Instead, they moved onto the next phase of testing.”

Adam was starting to feel a little better now. He wasn’t sweating so much and he had finally managed to even out his breathing.

“The prosecution would like to present experimental log 28.”

Experimental log #28

Calibration of the arm mounted augmetic seemed to proceed without error or difficulty, The drugs delivered through the internal reservoir developed by Dr. Nkosi renders the subject inured against the supposed pain induced by the augmetic. The primary tests we will be administering are of the use of high strength servo motors to power the augmeitc, reducing its weight and increasing the power behind the subjects rapid motions.

-Recording break-

The Reaction of the servo motors and torsion cables was far too extreme delivering significant damage and trauma to the subject, Further testing will have to be done and fine tuning of the suits will be needed.

Adam knew what was coming and tried to close his eyes and block out the sounds as the next visual log was projected before him.

Audio-visual log transcript:

The subject appears bleary and unresponsive. The augmentic is mounted on their right arm, supposedly their dominant one according to the research notes. The subject is drawn to attention by the scientist administering light taping on their cheek. Upon raising their arm the subject appears a little shocked at the size of the augmetic and the fact it is connected directly to an external power source, questioning the scientist on this who confirms it is just an experimental version. The augmetic appears to only be active on the elbow joint. The scientist appears to be requesting the subject extend his arm in an attempt to punch an invisible foe. Upon doing so the augmetic appears to cause an extreme reaction of force, resulting in not only damage to the subjects musculature, but outright stripping the subjects muscle tissues away from the bones, the pins seem to be functioning as anchor points as the subjects skin and muscles are removed from the skeletal structure. Functionally stripping the flesh away from the skeleton in a manner that can only be described as ‘glove like’. It appears that this area also contained the drug delivery interface as part way through the emergency removal of the upper section of the augmetic, the subject seemed to come out of the semi stupor and begin to register the damage done to themselves, screaming and becoming violent. It was only after the subject was re-drugged with the remaining contents of the drug reservoir that they calmed down.

His attempts to block out the sound do not stop him from hearing the hydraulic hiss, the tight whirr, and the horrific cracking popping noise as flesh is torn from bone. The screaming echoed around in his head. His heart was beating at a million miles an hour. Sweat poured down his back and neck and in between his shoulder blades. Flashes of red sky cut before his vision, the sound of gunfire and the smell of ash.

Admiral kelly squeezed his shoulder hard bringing him back. The dog was halfway in his lap her head pressed against him, and the Bailiff from earlier was on his other side steadying him as his body seemed prone to leaning to one side.

He took a few very deep breaths.

A few of the judges were watching him, but they didn’t stop the proceedings this time. Most of them just looked like they wanted an excuse to look away.

“Your honors, this is not the last log in the series. Even after the catastrophic failure, they continue to implant the steel ee pieces onto test subjects without prior testing in a controlled environment. I believe we have been making realistic ballistic dummies for the past thousand years. I am sure there is something that could have been done.”

Adam was fading.

The lights were growing up in his vision, turning everything around him white.

The defence stood, “THe defence calls for recess, your honors.”

There was a pause, “Recess granted. You have thirty minutes.”

The room burst into a flurry of murmurs and movement. Admiral Kelly leaned forward hands on his arms, “Adam, you should get up, walk around a bit.”

He nodded and stood feeling the world tip around him as he did. With one hand he gripped heavily onto the back of the pews and staggered forward out of the room. Waffles followed after him whining and whimpering. He waved admiral Kelly off him as he wobbled his way down the hall and burst through the outside door and into open air. He took a deep long breath and leaned against the wall trying to choke down the bile that welled into his throat.

“You alright here buddy.”

Blinking owlishly, he turned to the side to see a man leaning against the wall on the other side of the door.

“You don’t look so good, Cigarette?” He asked offering a pack of the things towards him.

Adam waved a hand, “I don’t smoke but, thanks anyway.”

The man shrugged and lit up puffing a billow of smoke into the air, “You know breathing exercises.”

Adam blinked and nodded, “Yeah.”

“Don't forget to do them. It will help.”

Adam rubbed a hand across his forehead breathing slowly.

“You seem to know a lot about this. Am i that easy to see through?”

The man shook his head “I was a soldier during the panasian war, I know what PTSD looks like.”

“My father fought in the Panasian war.”

The man nodded, “Better get back inside while you still have some color, boy.”

He did as told. He didn’t know the man but something about his calm demeanor and understanding was nice, and he stepped back inside patting waffles on the head as he walked back towards the courtroom.

He sat down before anyone else was there just yet and rested his head in his hands breathing slowly and evenly. The room slowly filled up again, and before he really knew it, things were back in session.

“The prosecution would like to present Experimental log 31”

He closed his eyes and began to count slowly breathing in and out, in and out.”

Experimental log #31

This test is the first among the replacement for servo motors for hydraulics The system was far slower and makes use of a combination of fast extension pistons and slower extension ones for combination. The test is the same as before a simple arm extension in the guise of a punch. However the augmetic will also include the shoulder. We have increased the dosage of the painkiller as so to prevent the increased implantation volume from inducing a negative reaction in the subject. -Recording break-

The reaction from the hydraulics was stronger than expected, and the delay and stack up of orders has caused significant issues. A halt override taken directly from the nerve system needs to be implemented.

He squeezed his eyes tight shut

Audio-visual log transcript:

The subject appears to be only semi responsive, appearing to function at a 12 on the GCS, Only held there by the active responsiveness of their motor function. This appears to fade somewhat when the subject is given physical stimuli by the scientist in the form of a light slap on the cheek. Bringing the subject back to consciousness. The subject is then encouraged to make the punching action as prior experiments. The subject does so, the fast reaction of the piston seems to achieve the scientist's goal, However the long extension piston appeared to continue extending. This continued, dragging the subjects arm outwards, dislocating the subjects shoulder, then elbow as well as wrist. The subject appeared to be distressed at this, however not unduly in pain. The scientist having stepped back to observe the outcome of events. The extension of the piston continued beyond tolerable human limits. The piston continues to extend despite the protests of the subject and attempts at removing it. The extension continued forcefully separating the subjects limbs at both the elbow and shoulder joint, ripping tendon and muscle as well as ligament structures, fully separating the limb in to two parts and away from the body. It is at this point the subject began to scream in terror and panic till the researcher sedated the subject.

A door opened at the back of the courtroom as a few more people stepped out. Adam sat there on the bench, his head tilted back and staring at the ceiling breathing even and slowly as light and color swirled around them. He could what speaking, but didn’t really hear what was being said.

He just had to keep himself together.

“....Log 35 to the court.”

Experimental log #35

Continued experimentation indicates that a combination of servo motors, torsion cables and hydraulics are likely to result in the desired effect. Since the previous experiments a stop override has been implemented in to the systems. This prevents the hydraulics from continuing to extend despite the users body having ceased movement. This should result in the desired movement structures. We are moving on from the single arm testing considering the current functionality and strength amplification satisfactory. The current test is simply to get the two lower limb implants to function in tandem with walking. We have had to once again increase the level of drugs in the users system to prevent the reaction to the pain induced by the interfacing devices.

-Recording break-

While the system is capable of walking, the addition of hydraulics have caused the system to be heavier and more cumbersome than intended. Additional servo motors and possible leaf springs for artificial support tendons will have to be added to prevent the augmetics from lagging behind their users.

“Objection your honor…. The court has seen enough….. This is simply…”

“Objection denied council. The evidence stands. If you must you may leave the room.”

“But members of the audience…”

“Can step out if they need to.”

Audio-visual Log transcript:

The subject once again appears to be somewhat unresponsive. This ceases when the scientist provides a physical interaction with the subject, tapping them on the shoulder. The subject appears to be somewhat disoriented. Upon being prompted to walk the subject beings to walk without much in the way of impediment, though seeming to tug at the augments as if they are holding the subject back. The subject is then prompted to move at a might higher speed. Running if possible. The subject manages this for two steps before the continued pulling against the augmetic and movement against the interface needles appears to pull the subject’s leg free, removing large sections of the subjects muscle tissues and nerves along with it. The subject seems to be disturbed, if not in pain. Likely due to the drug reservoir and input mounted on the subjects arm. The subject however seems to be announcing that they can no longer move their legs as the researcher requested. The subject is then sedated and recording ends.

Adam is being held up again by Admiral kelly his body tilting widely sideways and he is having trouble finding the orientation of the room.”

“.... experimental log 38 as a demonstration of the scientists moving development far too quickly.”

Experimental Log #38

Increased response time in the legs combined with the introduction of support springs within the armour have reduced that movement restrictions of the armour and made it much harder for the user to ‘pull away’ from the armor, this combined with several additional straps and metal binding to keep the users legs attached directly to the augmetics have solved several of the most recent problems. The newest set of experiments are moving on to vertical movement, focusing on the subjects ability to jump and move around obstacle strewn environments.

-Recording break-

It appears the engineers did not calibrate the hydraulics and other systems to function as shock absorbers, but rather only as force amplification devices. Meaning that impact shock is taken fully by the users body, This would normally not be an issue, however with the additional force and weight provided by the augmetic seems to cause issues upon landing.

Audio-visual Log transcript:

The subject is suffering the same symptoms as prior subjects, low levels of function and unresponsiveness. Once the subject is roused from the stupor via an open handed impact to the cheek, delivered by the researcher, they are directed to attempt an obstacle course. The subject seems to have little trouble with the primary obstacles, clearing them with little effort, however their recovery from each obstacle appears to be ungainly and improper. The subject is then presented with a three meter high wall and instructed to go over it. Rather than scaling it as expected the subject simply jumped over the wall, exhibiting far more mobility and control than prior subjects in experiments. However upon landing the subjects legs appear to buckle and collapse under them, folding at several points that do not have joints. Indicating shattering of the bones. The subject seems unphased by the injury, Pointing it out to the researcher and asking if that is normal. This indicates that the drugs being used are of a high enough dosage and strength to suppress not only extreme pain but the shock reaction of the body.

He can feel another person holding him up from the other side, but mutters that he is ok when anyone asks. E just keeps counting and breathing counting and breathing knowing that it has to be over soon. He just needs to hold himself together

Experimental log #42

The final tests regarding midriff functionality have been completed, with shockingly low failure or complications compared to prior testing phases, we are putting this down to our own excellent ongoing improvements of the system. This final text is a sequential system test where a single subject will be required to use each individual part in sequence to ensure that no errors are likely to occur during the whole body testing or further complications are likely to occur.

-break in recording-

The subject suffered no ill effects due to the armour itself. However the subject seemed to become agitated and seemed to be suffering ill effects until they were returned to the augmetics. So long as prolonged exposure to the augmetics is not an ongoing factor we do not see an issue with this.

“These testings had immense costs and horrific side effects to those who participated. Many of these men and women seen here are not functional or alive to testify in court as to what happened, however, the prosecution would like to call Admiral Vir to the stand as a representative of those who could not be here today, and s a member of the steel eye operation himself to ive the court a little idea about what this experiment did to people even when fully operational.”

Adam was still feeling light headed but even then he still knew what this was. This is what he was here for. Thi was the moment he had come to be a part of, the moment that he was here to help all those soldiers and test subjects used by steel eye.

Admiral Kelly stood with him as he made it to his feet, but he brushed off her hand and walked towards the witness stand. The judge stopped him on his way up.

“Are you well enough to testify Admiral?”

“This is why I came, your honor. Even if I had to crawl through a field of glass to get here.”

The courtroom murmured as he was sworn in, and he sat down feeling the eyes of the entire room on him.

He was still sweating and light headed.

“State your name for the record.”

“Adam Allen Vir.”

“And what is your position in the UNSC.”

“I am Fleet admiral of the UNSC space armada on loan to the GA.”

“And what branch?”

“Originally the air division. I trained at the Aerial combat academy as a fighter and shuttle pilot before being a member of the crew on the enterprise.”

“And how did you end up on Anin.”

“The Enterprise was being decommissioned for some wok, so I offered to go to Anin and be part of the war effort against the Drev.”

“And as a fighter pilot, you didn’t see much time on the ground.”

“No ma’am, I was primarily air support at that time.”

His voice was strong and hard, and the longer he talked the straighter he sat. he had to do this for them. He would NOT fall apart now.

“How did you end up on the ground forces then, Admiral.”

“Volcanic activity, ma’am, they call it the dark season when ash chokes the ai miles into the sky. It isn’t safe to land a ship or fly a jet in such conditions, so my vehicle was grounded. By that time the war was going badly and they needed every man they could get.”

“Were you trained for ground combat, Admiral.”

“Yes at the academy we were trained in ground combat though not as extensively.”

“And you lost your leg to a Drev.”

He reached down hand to his leg remembering the screaming of a red sky above, “Yes, I did.”

“What happened after that?”

“I ended up in a triage tent in out forward operating base. There was no medicine because all our supplies had been used up.”

“Would you say that you were delirious during that time.”

The defence stood quickly “Objection your honor. Leading the witness.”

“Dismissed, council.” The judge said, waving a hand.

“There were no painkillers, ma’am, so maybe. If not delirious than I was at least not in a right state of mind. I remember floating halfway in between being conscious and unconscious. I was in so much pain its…. Had to describe.” His voice wavered before he had it back on track shoring it up and strengthening it with memories of the men and women waiting back at the rehabilitation center.

“And at this time you were approached by Admiral Ablemen about the steel eye project?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“And did he detail any specifics.”

He paused thought for a moment trying to remember back into memories that he really didn’t want to foster, “Not…. really. It's hard to remember but I…. I remember him saying that we could help him win the war. I remember him saying that when I woke up I would be a new man. He gave us the choice to go home or serve the UNSC one last time.”

“In your opinion, would you have said yes had you been more conscious.”

“Objection based on conjecture your honor.”

“Objection accepted.”

Adam paused and the mn let him continue, “Wat DO you remember about what happened to you.”

“I…. remember pain and….. Anger. I was never really all there during the steel eye project. I remember feeling invincible, like I could do anything but at the same time, hazy. I remember getting orders and going out, and then nothing after that.”

“Did they tell you there would be rugs involved.”

“No ma’am.”

“And after the war was over, what happened. How did all of this affect you?”

He paused and struggled to speak for a moment, opening his mouth and then closing, “I…. have never been so hopeless in my entire life. I tried to get help with the Veterans association but my claim was denied. I…. went through withdrawals…. Horrible horrible drug withdrawals where I. I was in so much pain, I just….”He paused then lifted his head to look up at th courtroom making eye contact with them. His voice was as strong as ever “I wanted to die, and I would have done it if I hadn’t had a good support system in my family. After a few months my brother got me in contact with a group of people who got ahold of my service dog, and I was able to heal.”

“Does what happened still affect you”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“In what ways.”

“I still have long term PTSD, and while it is controlled and I am no longer on medication, I still have bad days. Days where I can’t move or think, days where the quietest nosies send me into a panic.”

“Were you ever compensated for your injuries, Admiral.”

He paused again and shook his head, “No ma’am, I never received help.”

“Thank you admiral, you may be seated.”

He stood, his head was clear and his hands were dry. He stepped down from the podium with his chin raised and his back straight returning to his seat. He had done it. He had done what he needed to do and the only thing that was lft was to survive the rest of the trail.

He could do that.

He survived operation steel eye didn’t he?

So he could certainly survive this.

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MCC 18 SEP 21

Yellow Yacks and Cyan Coyotes with a little Aqua Axolotls. Part 1/1

The only reason I didn’t forget MCC was because I got the notification for Eret.

I have Wilbur on my TV. I’m going to watch Eret on my phone. And I’ll have Tommy on my iPad probably.

Wilbur throwing a tantrum and saying he won’t play.

I feel like a true Gen Z member with my multiple screens of minecraft.

I’m only just getting the Wilbur notification.

I love watching everyone run around before MCC and scale things.

Griefing the thumbnail. 😂

Wilbur just causes problems on purpose when it comes to group photos doesn’t he.

He just loves finding ways to cause problems.

Wilbur got a coconut!?!

I didn’t mean to type the question mark originally. But I am a bit confused.

Wilbur just stocking up on coconuts

True friendship is a quote book. I have several.

Baby banana boo.

Wait. I heard the word tumblr

Scott what did you do with tumblr?

I’m scared. Only Eret permitted on tumblr.

I remember watching hole in the wall as a tv show as a kid.

Wilbur’s glasses that don’t do anything.

There are September discounts for subbing?

Neato.

The conversations in my work discord are something else.

Not surprised that Wilbur is going for top swearer of MCC

But my residents are going to walk by my door and judge me.

Alright I apparently wasn’t signed in to twitch on my iPad and it took me entirely too long to learn to remember it.

Tommy looks like he’s really concentrating. Oh wait never mind.

Wow the yaks are in first currently. I might be cheering for a winning team for once.

Alright I have my iPad split screen between Tommy and the MCC website.

Everyone break the elevator!

In the game, not in the building I work. I don’t want that paperwork.

Stick together and place many block.

I’ve been in Wilburs position. “I’ll be captain” “yeah let’s let Wilbur be captain”

Not a single POV I have up is synced. But that’s life.

Oh not starting out strong.

Just keep going. Ignore the falling people just like ranboo last time.

We are at the absolute bottom for this game.

Where’s a bag of popcorn or something?

“Stay down there. That’s how I won that one time” -Ranboo

Down they go.

They didn’t have anywhere to run.

Second round!

Oh that wasn’t their best idea. It was fun seeing Erets POV of that.

Go Teams.

Turning down the volume on yellow yacks to listen to aqua axolotls.

Aqua please. You have so much potential.

Nope.

Switching audio again.

Yellow back at the bottom.

Ranboo ranboo ranboo ranboo

Down he goes. 😂 the timing of that was funny.

Please. Don’t die

Wilbur. Scott. Please.

Scott uncovering the creeper.

Their plan is literally just sit and be.

To be fair that’s my plan for everything I do.

Oh cobwebs are smart.

I’m eating very salty Chick-fil-A chips and need water.

We are still doing ok. Wow.

Cobwebs man. The real MVP.

They are still in 10th

COBWEBS!!! And Wilbur standing on the edge of a block.

THEY WON THAT?!?!!!!

It moved them from last to eight. But still. Wow.

Holy cow. How did that happen.

I always forget what the acronym game is.

Oh yeah. Wilbur snuck and found this. I remember.

Go team!

Oh the website updates faster than the game. But we’re starting off decent.

I’m going to have to take back that statement aren’t I?

Go go go go

Fly fly fly fly

Build build build build

Go Wilbur!

Rafter strat.

Wilbur found the rafters and everyone else loved it.

Blocking his own jump. 😂

I really should do the inside joke chair emoji thing for laughing. But I don’t care.

Tiktok is nice. Depends on the side you are on, but it’s nice.

We are doing halfway decent. I’m proud of us.

Wilbur is struggling and I think he might cry.

Not bad. I don’t think.

Power sweater.

This game in MCC has rainbow road vibes

I’ll have to make that it’s own post since I feel that’ll be popular ish.

Holy cow we hit first on the website!! How?

Ranboo sweet one.

They said no peaking to Wilbur.

Wilbur making them block stuff off and the like is so funny.

Run yaks run!

I missed the moment Wilbur just mentioned. Oh well I’m sure I’ll see the clip.

First last first.

Hey 4th overall. Look at em.

Wilbur switching to full screen to show us his M&Ms.

Let me balance my water bottle on the bedpost above my head. No way this could possibly go wrong in multiple ways.

Double coins. Gorgeous.

Chickens are being sniped.

What’s going to work? TEAM WORK!

I don’t think I have ever watched a game of grid runners in my life?

Alright game should start any second because it started on the website.

Alright stream is delayed about 13 seconds.

Go teams go!

Wilbur just sniping targets.

We’re doing ok.

All this dirt.

Go go go

We’re completing things first.

Cake!

Wilbur got in!

Now they eat

Oh but they are falling.

Oh wow the painting is complicated. My friends and I would fail to communicate so fast.

Is this lever thing just find the button but complicated?

Go you got the levers!

Items grab!

My friends and I would seriously struggle unless I was allowed the lead. But I would lead us off a cliff.

Everyone get ready to go in as soon as the cake is done.

Exit! You guys are so close! Please!

Woohoo!

Go Ranboo! Go Scott!

Come on guys. Come on. Good communication.

I think I like watching Wilbur with MCC because he had a similar strategy to what I would do.

Wilbur why did you try to act cool!!!

They keep saying they are miles ahead but not according to that scoreboard.

You placed 3rd. Good job y’all.

I’m excited for bonuses.

They have another minute until the others run out of time.

Good soup.

Oh wow. Ranboo and Wilbur really are always totgehe.

We are doing well. I see the board changing on the website so much.

Where will they land.

Looks like 2nd or 3rd

Fourth overall. Not bad.

Lap time is logical.

Audience vote?

Look at me redownloading twitter.

Can you not see how others have voted on twitter?

Oh there it is. It only showed mine for a sec there.

Battle box looks close. I voted ace race.

Oh it all looks close right now.

Long break my beloved.

I don’t have time to start my laundry but still. My beloved.

Game 5/8 so MCC won’t be too much longer.

I look up and Wilbur is shaking his ass at George. I’m not surprised.

Phil and Sneeg judging Wilbur.

Wilbur twerking on Phil and Sneeg joining.

Poor Phil.

Wilbur just having visited so many random places with so many random words just gathered.

Oh wow parkour tag is low. But so is sands.

Oh wow it was a tie. Between Sands and Parkour

“Wilbur is Sand Daddy” -Scott and then all the agreement noises.

Sands of Time is my favorite practical game

Maybe because Wilbur is really good at it. And Ranboo had been trained by him.

This is just good.

I swear Sand daddy is going to kill me during this.

I am just going to pass away.

My stream delay though.

Wilbur who says he stays very quiet as he makes circus music noises.

Minecraft Rhinos. Because I can’t spell their real name.

I don’t quite understand sand of time. But I like watching. It’s like college football.

I am missing the only college football game I care about for MCC.

Go Team.

No blue yet.

All the mobs.

“You better not die” sung to the tune of Santa clause is coming yo town. -Wilbur

Keep it up guys.

Oh no. They lost the key.

Oh good they found the key.

You can tell Wilbur had a musicians brain. He just hears something vaguely lyrical and starts singing a song.

Gotta promote your band whenever you can I guess.

I listened to the last Ep for like an hour and a half yesterday while I went about my day.

I wonder how we’re doing?

Only a few seconds.

I could warm a heating pad in the amount fo time they have left.

Ranboo doing these puzzles so amazingly.

Quit caring about what others think. Just do your thing.

I swear the sand daddy thing.

I love the cage of shame for not tracking your sand.

I zoned out. Red cyan orange?

We’re almost 15 minutes into sands.

I want to play Minecraft on my iPad right now.

Wait the website updated. We were 6th?

Yikes. I thought they did better.

3rd overall though!

Wait what was that about most influential improv thingy? Good for them.

Build mart!

Oh Ace Race. Wilbur calling Ace Race his girlfriend now.

I want to see the enemies to lovers fan fictions of Ace race and Wilbur.

Oh wait I can do that. I can verbally tell one like I have others in the past.

I’m excited to watch this.

Wilbur flirt with the race.

I’m not mentally prepared for this.

Everyone just joined because they don’t want to miss Wilbur x Ace Race.

Oh no. He’s not doing so well.

Oh Wilbur is giving us more.

Complicated history…

Whispering to Ace Race and Solidarity.

You’ve got it Wilbur.

Keep on talking. Keep your brain busy while you play.

Mommmm Wilbur is flirting with Ace Race again!

He’s whispering though so I can’t quite hear it and will have to find a clip channel that added subtitles.

Oh teams are changing on the website.

“What are you doing in my women Philza?” -Wilbur

“I will end your bloodline which is canonically also me.” -Wilbur

I can not track all the quotes from this. That’s beyond my abilities.

Wilbur did halfway decent, but it still uncomfortable.

Ace Race is a person now. Also the fact that Wilbur compliments Ace Race so much.

Sally v. Ace Race.

I want to find that fanart now.

Scott honey. Confirmed cannon is everyone fancies the fish.

4th. Not bad.

We’re still talking Ace Race x Wilbur

Build mart! My dearest buildmart!

I miss them sliding around in the sleds.

Grab da flowers!

We’re in 1st at the minute.

Come on yaks!

No coyotes!

Hurry hurry hurry.

Work discord going it’s thing again.

Oh we’re dropping fast.

Move the redstone! Thank you

Alright back on top. Keep it up.

Nevermind.

I love the way the build spaces for the different teams work.

Who is the person on the build?

Oh first again? Nevermind.

Oh we popped up to second. We’re so behind. Come on.

Duck!

Good soup energy. Now all I can think is the bi wide energy song.

Time is running out.

Yeah we aren’t catching up to first. Just hold second.

Where is granite?

Game over.

Third overall now. Not bad. Last game time they can possibly pull it into dodge bolt.

I need to go get a picture with the President of the university for a game with my work.

Good Soup.

I’m sitting here making popcat noises while waiting.

Game time! Go team! Survive!

Wait where did the steamer go? I wasn’t paying attention.

He’s back.

He’s swearing for his points on the swearing list.

Is pee a soup? No. I don’t think it’s think enough under normal circumstances.

Karl is apparently swearing according to Twitter. Good for him. He deserves to swear some as a treat.

Everyone running and leaving shubble.

Oh good they are all together.

Just keep running.

4th so far.

Cars. Beep beep.

Ranboo breath child.

Calling Wilbur like some kind of golden retriever.

Bow boy

Scott is leader now. Because otherwise they are arguing.

We are playing the don’t die strategy.

Come on team.

Did I put my cut in this post? I did.

Ranboo having stolen the airdrop. And he has a thing!

Oh the boarder is right behind them.

They are fighting Dream?

Nice Will.

We’re in fourth.

Boarder is right there.

Sapnap? Nope.

Pink attack and they book it.

Oh no. There goes Wilbur.

Is it just Scott?

Scott vs the world.

Just Organe and pink. They came third.

GO ORANGE!

Please. Please let us do it.

Overall third. Pink overtook yellow.

Sadness.

Ranboo has achieved: Found Hated Game

Ranboo has been hit by Survival games so many times now.

If they had just lasted a tiny bit longer they would have come second.

Cheering Orange I suppose.

I have no skill at picking winner POVs.

I have 3 teams I was at least kinda watching. And none of them are in dodgebolt.

Gosh can hear Ranboo tweaking.

Wow. Yellow yaks just as a team twerking.

What is Wilbur chewing on? Wilbur don’t chew on things that probably aren’t meant to be chewed on.

I can hear the band outside of my window. I think my campuses football game is starting.

The drum line practiced outside my window all the beginning of the semester so it’s fun seeing them march to the stadium.

Oh and there are the cheerleaders.

Oh right I was watching MCC! Who’s winning?

Come on Orange. So close.

Wait I looked out my window. Why is the band walking back to where they were?

Along the sidewalk?

I thought it was game time for a minute.

Oh dodgebolt could go either way.

Distracted by Jesus.

Grian! You got this!

Nice Grian.

Oh Grian has a chance!

Oh!

It’s so close!

Ooo ooo!

I’m so invested.

I SEE THE CONFETTI IN THE SITE! But I don’t want to miss the shot.

Come on Grian.

I know you do it. But you’ve got this

YESSSSS

Woo hoo!!

That was a good MCC. Now to do the chores and homework I originally planned to do today.

That was a nice stream.

Scott is separating Ranboo and Wilbur?

Please. Scott.

Don’t separate the beings.

You know. Twitter needs to politely bully Scott into keeping Ranboo and Will together.

Oop and that’s Wilbur done. That was fun.

See y’all next time!

#mcc #wilbur soot #ranboo #Scott #dangthatsalongname #shubble #yellow yaks #delayed liveblogging

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zizz-asdf-re-r-o-u · 3 years ago

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Gory Podcast Recommends

Hi there! This is just a self indulgent post for those who are looking for gory podcasts. I think of it kind of like the opposite of ASMR- horrible sounds that give you the good adrenaline rushing chills. Note: I lean towards queer podcasts, so with a few exceptions, you can trust these are predominantly full of gays.

Top 3 that I have listened to and finished=

Blood Crow Stories: My introduction to audio drama horror and I stand by that it has some of the most convincing foley work. Sometimes in strict audio dramas without a narrator, it’s hard to tell what’s going on, but there’s not much confusion in BCS. Season 1 is found footage, seasons 2 & 3 are strongest in terms of physical/supernatural action. There hasn’t been much in season 4 yet, but I can tell it’s getting there. Also, if you want a giant cast of interesting gays in slasher horror, this is it. Tumblr: @thebloodcrowstories

Darkest Night: This is basically if you strapped in a VR headset to witness all the action. Season 1 & 2 are set in reality and you can, for the most part, actually feel every stab, every slice, every crash, every body or body part that flies over your head, and more. And I meant it when I say “feel” the action, instead of hear. Season 1 also has the benefit of taking creative liberties on horror twists/action. Note: There are only 2 canon gay characters out of all 3 seasons & 1 of them die, but I headcanon some others to be queer-coded.

Archive 81: It’s mostly speculative horror, so it’s not grounded in reality, but there is a lot of delicious body horror and sound design that’s unique and brings you into its version of (un)reality throughout the entire show. Also, all the voice actors sound unique and nice to me, without relying on “character voices/accents” that Blood Crow Stories relies on. Tumblr: @archive81

And now here’s some other shows, some horror, some not, but have some amazing horror sound design & foley work:

AM Archives: Out of the 3 Bright Universe podcasts, I think this one had the best fight SFX and my favorite voice acting, especially revolving one of the deaths (I relisten to that episode way more than is healthy).

Bright Sessions: the one fight scene it had was AMAZING, even though most of the tension was built up by dialogue instead. Interestingly, I think some of Bright Session’s best action scenes are when the action is silent.

Dark Dice: This is the only D&D podcast I’ve been able to listen to, and I think it’s cause the monster SFX and horror elements are real gross and enjoyable.

The Deep Vault: Made by the same creators of Archive81, the sound design is just as good and is more grounded in reality. Unfortunately, it’s a little busy and no matter how much I relisten, I can’t understand what the whole vat/door situation is.

Dining in the Void: The show’s sound design definitely getting better (and the music is great), but there are moments in season 1 where it struggles with silence. Where this podcast excels though, is audio drama storytelling with no narrator and I’ve been desperately searching for all gays in horror that do this.

Dos After You: Ok so admittedly the sound is a bit rough, but there is this one scene that really leans into how sexy horror SFX can be.

How I Died: This is like Darkest Night, except with a canon queer main character and we hear the actual victims, instead of their final moments. There’s minimal action, but still a lovely amount of corpse squishiness. Trigger warning that it touches upon sexual & child assault multiple times.

Mabel: This is like horror ASMR if feral bloodcurdling screams were ASMR.

Malevolent: It took a while for me to get into it, and because of the episode release timing, it’s hard for me to remember plot moments. But HOLY COW the foley work is realistic, gross, and super immersive. All made & voiced by 1 guy as well!

Null/Void: More quippy gays in horror and action! The action doesn’t kick in until later, but it has some of my favorite kidnapping/snooping around audio scenes.

Omen: Oh MAN i love love a lot of the attack and distress noises, and many of the fight SFX is quite “realistic”.

Oh Asphalt Bones: It’s very rare, but there are a few episodes who some very lovely squishy body gore.

The Orphans: This came before Dining in the Void and is more like survival/Lost, than an Escape room/station/Clue. I think my favorite scene is still in the beginning ocean scene.

The Penumbra Podcast (Juno Steel): If you’re on tumblr, you probably already hear a lot of people praise it for the queerness and storytelling, but it also a lot of fight scenes, several horror-adjacent scenes, and a surprising amount of murder. The ending of season 2 does suffer from audio confusion (along with an unreliable narrator).

The Penumbra Podcast (Second Citadel): Even though its the same sound designer/editor, the sound effects (including creatures) in this story is a lot more immersive and convincing, with the bonus of having no narrator.

Primordial deep: Has good amount of body squish and creature noises, but can sometimes be confusing. Has a “anyone can die” vibe with it. No one is explicitly queer, but several characters flirt with multiple genders.

Quiet Part Loud: It’s a Jordan Peele production’s take on weird horror and while I can’t stand the main character, I think this is the only “mainstream” audio drama that I found actually creative and geared towards an audio-focused medium, utilizing Archive 81/Skillset-style audio “monsters” in a cool way.

Remainder: This has some GOOD fight, torture, and body illness horror scenes. There’s also several good explosions. However, there was a major scene that should’ve had an epic battlefield soundscape + epic explosion, but completely missed out on it. There’s no canon queer characters at all.

Skillset: The fights are like Electromancy meets Stranger Things meets Valence meets Archive81. And next to Archive81, I think this is one of the most creative audio drama “monsters”/fight sound design I’ve heard in a while. Many audio dramas use generic monster noises or fight SFX, but Archive81 and Skillset, creatively use sound distortion as “monsters”. This is still a very visual action story, but it uses the advantages of a sound medium where possible.

The Two Princes: What?! This is a completely family friendly story, like think Disney if it was actually gay. However, like Pixar, there’s actually a few moments that are real scary: season 1 finale, the S2 hydra scene, and the last 2 episodes of season 3.

Vampires of Whitechapel: Despite advertising itself as sexy vampires no more, some of those bloodcurdling screams? Still pretty sexy.

WOE.BEGONE: The first 2 seasons were more descriptive gory than SFX gory, but now, we get a improved SFX and lots and lots of pain noises. If you wanna hear someone in pain, listen to this. Fun fact: if you stick around for the outro bloopers, you can hear the creator’s cat being worried that the creator is in real pain LOL.

#podcasts #podcast rec #blood crow stories #darkest night #archive 81 #am archives #the deep vault #dining in the void #how i died #null/void #the orphans #penumbra podcast #personal #list #podcast list #remainder

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rigelmejo · 3 years ago

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Ok so I read 2 chapters of tyk today, 1 yesterday, in Idiom app. Since I got the free version again, a decent number of idioms definitions are not good sjsjjd (pleco would be better but I'm too lazy to switch)

So like. I have been clicking words for definitions but also guessing a lot since about half the definitions are unusable. And just trying to read as fast as I can.

The upside? Retained my grammar and sentence phrasing kind of saying familiarity so only forgotten and unknown words are slowing me down. Also reading speed is way faster than last time I read over a year ago, along with comprehension much higher.

I looked up like 90 words? Out of I'm guessing like 1000ish words? So my comprehension is idk I'm gonna roughly guess 91% with my current rusty memory for the chinese I've studied. If I guessed the words that look familiar it's probably closer to 95% (but less certain in my interpretation) which is what my zhenhun comprehension was last time I measured it back in July 2021... so actually... assuming priest novels are similar difficulty (tho i do think tyk is easier so I probably lost a little skill level) I didn't lose too much of my reading skill over the Fall of not studying.

It is Painfully apparent I lost my listening skills though. Maybe I have a visual memory? Recognizing the hanzi enough to guess new words like variations on excited, nervous, hasty, jolted, shocked, stared, sized up, glared, confused, shook, stretched, picked up, took away etc are super easy cause I remember at least one of the hanzi in the words and likely did learn these words before since I can guess them while skimming so they Look familiar. But I looked a LOT up anyway when reading cause I forgot part of their pronunciation...

Just went to glance at the hanshe pingxie fic and yep... word recognition on sight still seems mostly retained, but I have to look up a lot of words to remember their specific pronunciation. Mm..

Anyway what all this means?

Well 1. It means if i wanted to go through tian ya ke or qi ye English then Chinese chapters, should be very doable. Even if I dont look up words (that just means I won't have the pronunciation support). So it basically depends on if i can tolerate not being certain about word pronunciations when reading ahh...

2. Probably also means i could go back to the zhenhun print novel again and pick up where i left off skill wise (except I'll not recognize all the pronunciations I used to). So... reading skill should come back if i just get into reading again a bit. Which is good news.

3. I probably need to actually purposefully build up listening skills again like I did last summer ahh ToT so L R method again or audiobook with subs. To connect sound to words again. Audio flashcards too obviously for just general listening comprehension improvement - but i think the biggest loss is I forgot the sound of some words I know, and to get that back i need to see audio matched to the words I know. I will probably wait to do that until when I've got more energy in a few months maybe.

Update: just played audio for hanshe while following along AND. That'll work if I wanna get my listening comprehension back! I could follow along fine, so that should work if I do that with anything I've read before - just listen to it again while reading it. (I listened in Idiom but in future I should probably listen in pleco cause it works better that way, but either works. Also any audiobook file I find with Chinese subs like the tian ya ke one should be fine). So yeah I do not need to put in super effort and look words up while doing that - just listening while following along will work enough. I presume also listening again later with or without text more will reinforce it, but overall probably Just hearing the words again and being forced to process them ASAP then move on will probably jog my memory Enough eventually.

#progress #february #february progress #happy my reading speed has not TANKEF #it definitely slowed a little. but its still noticeably faster than whrn i was a beginner #and i can still speed thru some paragraphs. so i think the loss of speed is just being rusty wirh some words

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vgckwb · 3 years ago

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ML: Isolation Chapter 27: Figuring Things Out

The next day as Adrien was walking into school, he noticed Max and Kim talking. Both of them seemed really excited. “Hey guys,” Adrien said, walking up to them. “What’s up?”

They were both confused. “Should we tell him?” Kim asked.

“Tell me what?” Adrien inquired.

Max gave Kim a look, and Kim glanced off. Max turned his attention back to Adrien. “It’s not that we don’t wish to tell you, it’s just kind of a surprise.”

“Ugh, what is it with everyone and surprises?” Adrien asked. “You, M- My girlfriend…”

“Wait, you’re dating someone?” Max asked.

“Yeah,” Kim said. Adrien glared daggers at Kim. Kim retreated on what he was going to say and instead told Max “Ondine and I ran into them.”

“I see,” Max said, curious. “Well, I’d love to meet her someday.” Adrien smiled, cautious to not say anything. “But I guess I’ll leave you with this. Our secret also involves meeting someone too.”

“Hopefully” Kim clarified.

“Even if things don't go ideally,” Max continued, “you should meet them by the end of the week.”

“But, um, if, um,” Kim tried asking without giving stuff away.

Max sighed. “We’ll come to them if they don’t come to us.”

“Gotcha. Great!” Kim said.

Adrien smiled. If this is what I think it is, I’m excited. “Well, that sounds wonderful.” The first bell rang. “We should get to class.” They all nodded and headed over together.

Throughout the day, Adrien skimmed through Noir Notes just to get a sense of what Alya was like at her most focused. He needed to be prepared as much as he could to make sure nothing got out. Everything on it was thorough, and well investigated to the degree that it could be.

Once school was over, he was about to message Marinette, when Alya approached him. “Hey” she said, capturing his attention. “I’m going around interviewing people about Cat Noir for Noir Notes. Wanna answer a few questions?”

Adrien smiled. “As much as I’d love to, I’m a bit busy right now. Perhaps some other time though.”

Alya was disappointed, but understood. “Alright, but I’m going to hold ya to that.” She walked off waving.

Adrien waved back. He then got out his phone and messaged Marinette. “Hey. I’m going to try and meet Alya this afternoon. Do you have any pointers?” No response. “Marinette?”

“Ah, sorry” she finally responded. “I’m...still trying to work things through about school people...and Alya in particular…”

“I see… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault. Alya was my best friend for a while. So, it hurt that much harder when she turned on me. So, when you asked me about Alya...I feel like I should know everything, but I feel like I know nothing…”

“I’m sorry. That sucks. I promise we can work things out once this is all sorted.”

“...Promise me you won’t get mad…”

“What?”

“Well, I’ve sometimes thought ‘Do I need these people to be my friends again?’ Like, I cared for them, and was there for them, and we had some good times, but if it all ended like that...well...do I want people like that?”

“Huh.”

“But...After thinking about it, I might be willing to give them a second chance.”

“What made you change your mind?”

“Well, in a word: You.” Adrien was surprised. “When you exploded on your parents, you allowed them to explain what happened. You gave them a second chance even if you felt like they might not have deserved it. Plus, I got an apology from Alix yesterday, and I kind of feel like you had something to do with it.”

“Well, she wanted to do something, I just pointed her in that direction.”

Marinette giggled on the other end. “That’s Alix for you. She’s incredibly headstrong, but she needs a bit of direction. Which does lead me to the other reason I might give them another chance. With things like that apology, or some of the stuff you’ve told me, I’m starting to see that underneath all of Lila’s lies and deceptions, they ARE the same people I became friends with. But until recently, I’ve been failing to see that. I guess as convinced as they were that I was a monster, I was convinced they were.”

“Marinette… Well, you know you’ll always have me.”

“Thanks.”

“So, are you ready to talk about Alya, or should I go in as I am now?”

“Hmmm. Well, we wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise. So, I guess the biggest thing you should know about Alya is that sometimes, she can be a little overconfident. She’s really passionate, and fun to be around…”

“...It’s OK. I’m here.”

“Thanks. But sometimes, she gets an idea and can never let it go until she figures it out one way or another. I think that’s as much as I can say on what to look for.”

“Well, that certainly helps.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Besides, I’m her friend too. While I can’t say I know her as much as, well, anyone else in class, I’m no fool. Well, I’m a fool for you, m’lady.”

“Dork.”

“Aw, I thought that was charming.”

“It was. But it was also dorky.”

“Mmmmm.”

“But you’re my dork. And I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“You should probably go meet with Alya now.”

“Oh, right. Yeah. Seeya.”

“Bye.”

Adrien rushed off to enact his plan. He contacted his driver. Once he arrived, Adrien got in, and they made it look like he was going home, but instead the driver let Adrien off in an alley, after making sure no one would notice. He changed into his Cat Noir outfit and threw his bag in the car. The driver drove off, as Adrien was free to find Alya.

Fortunately for him, he didn’t have to look far. As Alya stated, she was going around asking people to be interviewed about Cat Noir. However, she wasn’t having much luck. Adrien approached from behind. “Would you mind interviewing me?”

Alya looked behind her. She gasped. “Cat Noir?!”

“The one and only!” Adrien said.

“Are you sure about that?” Alya said, wryly.

Adrien giggled. “You never miss a beat, do you?”

“Well, when you want to be a professional journalist, you can’t afford to.”

“That’s a fair point,” Adrien reasoned. He smiled. “Why don’t we take this someplace else?”

“Wait, are you ACTUALLY going to subject yourself to an interview with me?” Alya asked, too excited for words.

“Of course,” Adrien answered.

Alya grew suspicious. “What do you want?”

“Sharp” Adrien retorted. “I will outline what I want once we’re situated. If you don’t wish to continue, we will call it there. Sound fair?”

Alya thought for a moment. “Fine. Just don’t make it too weird. If you try anything funny, I won’t hesitate to karate chop you in the face.”

Adrien chuckled. “Very well, lead the way.” Alya nodded. She started walking, and Adrien followed her.

They eventually arrived at Alya’s place. “Sorry, but it’s a bit messy.” Adrien looked around. “I have a set of younger twins, so…”

“Hm. Say no more.” Alya smiled, nodded, and led Adrien to her room. “So, do you often let strange men come into your room?”

“Watch it!” Alya said in a dead serious tone. “Or that karate chop is coming.”

“Sorry” Adrien apologized. “I couldn’t resist.” Adrien took a seat.

Alya followed suit. “So, what do you want from me?”

Adrien smiled. “I would like to see a section of Noir Notes dedicated to some creative endeavors centered around Cat Noir.”

Alya raised an eyebrow. “Are you serious?” she asked. “You want to aggrandize yourself on a fictional level too? Is all this real life attention not enough?”

“Believe me, “ Adrien began, “the attention is more than enough. However, I’m not doing this for myself.”

Alya was in awe. “Oh. So it’s another request?”

“Something like that,” Cat Noir said. “Well, it’s not a formal request from Noir Notes.”

“Right…” Alya said. “Very well. I accept your offer. I should have it up and running by the end of the week.”

“Great. Thanks” Adrien said.

“Now, with that settled, are you ready to begin the interview?” Alya asked.

“Of course,” Adrien said.

“Do you mind if I film it?”

That was alarming. Adrien told his parents and Nathalie about this plan. After he explained it, he was warned to not go on film. “If it’s all the same to you, could this just be an audio interview?”

“Well, it’s not all the same to me,” Alya said.

“Oh!” Adrien said, taken aback by this insistence.

Alya sighed. “Fine. I’ll release it as audio, but I want a tape for myself.”

“Sounds good to me,” Adrien said. As insistent as Alya was on wanting to figure this out, he figured it would be better to leave it to her to comb through the video, rather than all of Paris.

Alya nodded. “Thanks.” She set up a camera. “Greetings everyone!” She greeted. “Today, we have a Noir Notes exclusive! An interview with the man himself!” She pointed the camera at Adrien, as he gave a salute. “So, Cat Noir, what set you off on this path? What made you become a real-world hero?”

Adrien sort of figured out a tactic that could work. He needed to give Alya something without giving her too much. Smoke and mirrors. Use the information you give to hide the information you don’t want out. “Well, I found someone in need of rescuing” Adrien answered. “But I couldn’t do it without causing trouble. So, to protect myself, I hid behind this mask.”

“Were you able to rescue them?”

That was a tough question. Marinette was getting better, but with Lila still in the picture, it’s hard to say if she was “rescued”. But Adrien rolled into it. “Well, as much as I would have liked to, I can’t say the job is complete yet. Otherwise, I’d give up the guise of Cat Noir.”

“Huh. I see. So, are all of those requests you’ve been taking nothing more than a means to an end? Something to rescue this person?”

“Hm. Well, I wouldn’t say that exactly. I do genuinely enjoy helping people. If it just so happens to align with my goal, that’s just icing on the cake.”

“Very well. How do you decide what requests to take?”

“Well, that’s a bit complicated. My reasoning is my own. But, for a glimpse into my thought process, I feel more attachment to a request if it seems genuine in my eyes.”

“OK. So, how long before your personal mission is over?”

“Well, that all depends on a couple of factors. Of course, I’d like to get it over with as soon as possible.”

“Is there any way I can help?”

Adrien smirked. “In some way, you’re already helping. I know I wouldn’t have thought of this Noir Notes thing myself.”

“Right, but is there a way I can help more directly?”

Adrien was cornered. His light obfuscation tactic worked for a while, but this question presented a problem. All he wanted to do was scream “Yes. Lila lied, Marinette’s good, please be friends with her again.” But he knew he couldn’t.

Instead, he resigned in defeat and said “Sorry. The matter is complicated, and anything less than total commitment wouldn’t do.”

Alya sensed something was wrong. She stopped recording. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Adrien answered.

“That doesn’t look fine” Alya retorted.

“Like I said, it’s complicated.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” Adrien snapped.

Alya calmed down a little. “Fine. I get it. You don’t want to tell me. But you should tell someone.”

Adrien smiled. “Maybe I’ll tell my doppelganger.”

“Very funny,” Alya said. She grew a little more serious. “Do you mind if I tell you something that’s been...on my mind?”

Adrien was curious. “It’s what I do.”

Alya smiled. She frowned. “There’s this guy in my class. His name is Nino. I REALLY like him. Like like him like him.” Adrien was surprised, then giggled. “But when I told my best friend, she told me she liked him like that too.” Adrien was surprised. “We promised each other neither of us would confess to him, otherwise we’d hurt each other. But I really want to, and it’s been eating me up inside.

But now, I think she likes this other guy in class. And I’ve been kind of hoping that those two would just start going out already so I can ask Nino no strings attached.” She sighed. “Do you think that maybe you can help those other two confess to each other?”

Adrien was stunned. “Well I guess I could try and talk to them,” he offered, “but I can’t force these things.”

“Ugh. I know” Alya said. “I feel awful for even suggesting that.”

Adrien looked at Alya in distress. “It’s alright. Love makes people do crazy things after all. But I will say, I don’t know if that kind of pact is something best friends do.”

“Well, I wouldn’t know what best friends do” Alya snapped, stunning Adrien this time around. Alya sighed again. “I used to have this other best friend, but she betrayed my trust…”

“How so?” Adrien asked.

Alya stared into space for a good minute. “So, my new best friend, her name is Lila, and my old best friend, her name is Marinette, didn’t get along. Well, I say that, but it seemed a little more one-sided where Marinette was always calling out Lila for being a liar and stuff like that.” Adrien nodded.

Alya continued. “I wanted to maintain my friendship with both of them. I mean, Marinette was still herself when Lila wasn’t present. Besides, Marinette was like the first friend I made at that school. I didn’t want to give that up. But then Marinette stole Lila’s necklace.”

“How do you know?” Adrien asked. Alya looked up at him. “How do you know she did it?”

Alya got a little more serious. “By the time it happened, it was clear that lines were drawn between Marinette and Lila. You could spend time with one, or the other, but not both. More people were drawn to Lila because she kept a cooler head. I tried my best to balance both, but...it got complicated.

The day before, Lila told me she was worried that Marinette might do something. So, I did something. A while ago, I found this little compartment in the locker room. Sometimes, if I think something is going to happen, I set up a camera there to record things. Despite being close with Lila, Marinette and I were still best friends, and aside from me, she was the only one with a key to the compartment.

When it was revealed that the necklace was stolen, I snuck away to go get my camera to see the footage. But it wasn’t there. The lock wasn’t tampered with. So, the only person who could have moved it was Marinette. And the only reason she’d move it was to hide the fact that she stole something.”

Adrien was surprised by all of this. I’m going to need to ask Marinette about this.

“I just couldn’t believe it” Alya went on. “I was upset at her, but I was more upset at myself. How did I not see this coming? How did I not prevent it? Maybe I’m not as good of a journalist as I thought…”

Adrien smiled. “That’s preposterous.” Alya looked up. “You’re a great journalist. You had my back against the wall with your questions.”

“Yeah…” Alya said, unenthused.

Adrien continued. “I just think you need to think things over, and not get so discouraged. If you didn’t see that course of action coming, there has to be a reason. You’re more perceptive than you give yourself credit for. After all, you managed to spot the difference between me and my associate.”

Alya lit up. “You mean that wasn’t YOU at the Louvre?” Adrien nodded. “And when you say ‘associate’...?”

“They were acting in my name,” Adrien said. “They’re on my side in all of this.”

“Wow,” Alya said. She gave it some thought. “Tell you what, that information will stay between us.”

“Um, OK. But why?”

Alya shrugged. “Just as a thank you for hearing me out on all of this. Besides, if this person you want to rescue is still captive, it's better to keep the element of surprise.” Adrien nodded. “I’m going to start the interview again, if that’s alright. I’ll just edit around that last question.”

“By all means.”

Alya smiled. She got the camera out and started filming again. “Well, after everything we’ve talked about, I feel confident in my ability to support you.”

“The feeling is mutual.”

“Is there anything you want to say to the people out there?”

“Yes. Just be yourself. Have confidence. That is the best way to support anyone. But I get it. It can be hard. So know that if your aim is true, I will always be in your corner.”

“Thank you Cat Noir. Well, I think that is it for now. I hope you’ll come back soon. In the meantime, take care.” Alya stopped the recording.

“Well, overall, I think that went well.” Alya nodded. “I don’t think I need to say this, but I hope you remember your end of the bargain.”

“Of course,” Alya replied. Adrien nodded, did his salute, and left. Aya began working on the process of extrapolating the audio from the interview, as well as taking a few steps to set up that fanworks section for Noir Notes. However, she did something else. On her phone, she started a new note. “Re-evaluation: Did Marinette REALLY take my camera and Lila’s necklace?”

Later on, Adrien just informed Marinette of what he and Alya talked about. “Woah. That’s…” Marinette managed.

“Yeah” Adrien followed.

“Well, she is right,” Marinete continued. “I was the only other person with a key. I still have it. But I didn’t move it…”

“What’s wrong?”

“...I was there though. Well before class began. I did want to see if Alya had set up her camera. I noticed it was there, so I gave her a little message. But then the whole thing with Lila’s necklace happened. It happened so fast. I didn’t know, or even THINK about the camera. All this time, I thought Alya got mad at me for nothing.”

“Hey. It’s OK. We’re going to get through this.”

“...Yeah. Besides, we have a new goal: Figuring out this camera mystery. I mean, it’s obvious Lila did something, but what? And how?”

“Right” Adrien agreed. “Although that might be easier said than done.”

“Yeah… But still, it’s worth a shot. Also, I’m even more angry now.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because! Lila’s also standing in the way of Alya and Nino. It makes me SO mad.”

“Heh heh.”

“? What’s that for?”

“I’m just thinking: We both take love seriously. I think it’s another nice way we compliment each other.”

“...Uh, yeah” Marinette said, clearly embarrassed.

“Was that too much?”

“Maybe a little.”

“I’ll work on toning it down.”

“No. ...I like it. It’s part of what makes you you.”

Adrien was now embarrassed. “Uh, thanks.”

“...We should probably get some sleep.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”

“Well, goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

“...”

“Alright, we really need to.”

“I know.”

“Why are we like this?”

“Because we want to spend time with each other.”

“Right… But if we want to hang out in person more, instead of just on here, we need to thwart Lila. Which we need sleep for.”

“You make a convincing argument. Goodnight then.”

“Goodnight.” They both logged off and headed to bed.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanfic #adrien #MAX #Kim #alya #Marinette #no kwami #NICE GABRIEL

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siempre-pedro · 5 years ago

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Put Your Head On My Shoulder

Pedro Pascal x Reader

Summary: Everything is blissful when Pedro asks you to be his dance partner for a dance lesson he has to take for a new role, until you catch a contagious illness and have to cancel. Pedro finds a way to still dance with you and confess his feelings.

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: I’m obsessed with those songs but in another room videos/audio! I wrote this inspired by Paul Anka’s song...but in another room. I recommend listening to it while you read.

Requests are OPEN

A gentle knock of your apartment door interrupted your glamorous dinner one Monday night. You folded the corner of your magazine and took one final bite of your Lucky Charms before getting up to answer it “Coming,” you shout, your mouth sill full of cereal.

Once you open the door, you swallow your food as fast as you can, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of your hot neighbor. You’d known Pedro for years, he had moved in next to you and sent over a plate of baked goods and a note apologizing in advance for any noise. Both of you were smitten since that day. “Did I interrupt you again?” Pedro asks, grimacing at his awful timing.

“Nah I only got to the who wore it best section this time,” you chuckle, leaning on the cold door frame and tugging your knit sweater up on your shoulder. Pedro ran his fingers through his messy brown hair and then cooly put it in his front pocket “What do you need?”

“A favor,” he responds simply, “when was the last time you danced?” You squint your Y/E/C colored eyes and your lips pucker in thought.

“Senior prom. Why?”

“I signed on to do a project, and I have to learn how to waltz,” he explains, a pink tint rising to his tanned skin. You smile softly and cross your arms over your chest, motioning him to continue. “I found a class on Friday in Midtown, will you please be my partner?”

“Why me?” you ask, trying to hide a giddy smile that was threatening to make an appearance. The man of your dreams was inviting you out and all you do was stand there and look like an idiot! He looked so nervous and precious, standing there fidgeting on his spot.

“You know I have two left feet, I trust you not to laugh at me too much,” he laughs. That was fair, he did, hen he invited you to a friends wedding you got to experience that first hand. “Please, Y/N. I need you,” he begs looks at you with pleading eyes.

“Fine, fine, fine,” you agree “Friday.”

He sighs in relief and pulls his hands from his pockets “You are my savior, Y/N. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’ll see pick you up at 5 and we’ll take the Subway, yeah?” He plans excitedly, almost bouncing. You bit back a girly laugh and did your best to keep your calm composure.

“I’ll see you then.”

Except you wouldn’t. Tuesday and come and gone and when Wednesday came you woke up with the worst headache of your life. Your neck was so stiff it felt like you were tied to a board, and after some back and forth with yourself, you made an appointment and thankfully, they were able to see you right away. Pedro was texting you nonstop for updates and made silly jokes to calm you. Some made you giggle and others made you groan from second-hand embarrassment.

Those jokes didn’t help when your doctor stood in front of you, his clipboard under his arm, and his eyes looking stern down at you. The older looking man takes a deep breath before giving you the diagnosis “Its meningitis,” he tells you bluntly.

You blink a couple of times, cocking your head as far as it could go without it hurting…which wasn’t that far at all “Meningitis?” you repeat confused, you’d never heard of that before.

The doctor leans against the old counter and uses his free hand to press against the back of his neck “You have an infection that’s causing swelling of the membrane covering your brain and spinal cord, ” he begins to explain, and this is where your daydreams came to a rough stop “It’s highly contagious and often deadly, seizures, brain damage, hearing loss.”

Your eyes widened at the amount of emphasis he used in ‘highly’ “Oh,” was all you could say. Fuck now you were afraid you were going to die! You couldn’t tell Pedro you liked him if you were dead. “H-how bad is my case?” you ask meekly, your eyebrows turning upwards in worry.

“Thankfully we caught it early and the infection is only bacterial, I’ll be giving you the best antibiotics I can and you should come out of this with no side effects,” he tells you, taking his clipboard from his arm to start writing down a prescription. Here comes another kicker “You need to be quarantined for at least a week, no face to face interaction with other people.”

“I have a date Friday,” you say without thinking about what you just blurted out. The doctor looks up from his clipboard and gave you a look that said ‘are you serious?’

“Do you want them to get infected?”

“No.”

He laughs “Then stay home and rest. I’ll supply you with a few masks to get home, then no going out. You go to the pharmacy and go home. Got it?”

You smile at him “I do. Thank you, Doc.”

Telling Pedro you couldn’t go dancing with him may have been the hardest thing you’d ever have to do. You imagined it was going to crush him as bad as it did you. You lean back in your seat on the train, passengers saw your blue medical mask and creating a bubble around you, at least you were alone-ish. Sliding your phone out of your pocket you begin to text him ‘I’m on my way back.’

He replies almost instantly ‘How’d it go? Are you ok?’

‘I have meningitis. A brain infection basically.’

‘Jesus Christ. Are you going to live???’

‘lol yeah. I have to be quarantined for at least a week. I’m HIGHLY contagious. I can’t go with you Friday, I’m so sorry Pedro.’

Pedro’s quick responses ceased. You were constantly checking your phone every few seconds to see if he texted back. You watched your screen intensely, no pop-up messages were appearing, and when it did it was just an Instagram notification that gave you false hope. It took the actor 7 minutes to finally respond.

‘Fuck. Please don’t worry Y/N, I just really want you to get better! I’ll go to that bodega down the street and get you a few things so you don’t starve and stuff.’

Fuck this guy for taking care of you, fuck him for being sweet and nice and everything you wanted him to be. Too bad you were breaking both your hearts, you think. No Pedro was fine you assumed, just helping out a friend.

When you got back to your apartment you found two grey plastic grocery bags filled with Gatorade, semi-healthy snacks, and Tylenol you assumed. On the bag was a neon yellow sticky note ‘I hope I got you everything you needed. I’ll see you in a few days : ) – Pedro’ it read. You smiled softly to yourself and picked up the bags, ready for the lonely week ahead.

Thursday you were in the worst pain of your life, it was like that scene if Ferris Beuller’s Day Off when Cameron was in bed telling Ferris that he was dying, unable to move. That was you, 80s music and all as you laid hopelessly in your bed, surrounded by clear bottles of Gatorade and snacks that Pedro provided. Pedro himself was only adding to your pain, his constant texts asking how you were and trying to make you feel somewhat better was backfiring, you still felt terrible about the dance class. In the evening Pedro would knock on your door, leaving your mail in front of the doorstep. Too bad you couldn’t move to get it.

Friday you were able to accomplish getting out of bed and slowly moving around your apartment. You were leaning on your kitchen counter, chicken noodle soup near boil in a silver pot in front of you. You checked the clock on your microwave ‘4:58’ it read in glowing blue letters, Pedro would be leaving at any moment. That is if he was really going of course.

He was, the door to his apartment closed loudly and a light giggle rang through the walls. You stood stiff, that was a female voice. You rushed to grab a medical mask in the living room, tugging on your gray oversized sweater and a good excuse in your mind.

Your door opened in a rush and you stood in the hallway, the speed of everything got Pedro and the woman’s attention. God she was beautiful, tall and bronzed with silky long black hair, if they needed a new Miss Universe it would’ve been her. She was your foil, you were there in sweatpants and your hair greasy hair pulled up into a high bun, a blue medical mask covering your frown but they couldn’t conceal your dark bags. “Y/n,” Pedro speaks cautiously like a man in a relationship getting caught with another woman. The tall skyscraper of a woman scans you up and down disapprovingly and you didn’t miss her taking a step back when you coughed. “This is Katerina. Kat this is Y/n.”

“Hi,” she sighs, and you simply wave at her before crossing your arms over your chest defensively. Katerina, you hated the way he said her name with that accent of his. Your heart was shattered, would rather dance with her. Your mind quickly flashed to him leaning in to kiss her while they danced, their bodies pressed together.

“What are you doing outside?” he asks you with concern.

You bit your quivering lower lip and replied in a faltering tone “I just came to get my mail.”

Pedro’s dark brown eyes look at you sympathetically “Do you need it right now?”

The tears started to form in your eyes, she probably thought you were ridden with disease “N-no.”

“Please go rest, I promise to bring it to you tonight,” he pleads.

“Pedro we need to go, the Uber’s out front,” Katerina interjects.

You didn’t say anything as he offers a guilty smile before walking off with her. Once their figures disappear down the hall you take in a sharp breath, tears falling down your cheeks. Why did you have to get sick? Why did it have to be contagious? Why did he choose her? You were so angry and jealous and it going to the window in your bedroom to watch him help her into the Uber fueled the angry green fire in your soul.

Later that night you sat on your couch brooding, that night’s rerun of Entertainment Tonight providing background noise as you angrily flipped through Vogue. Pedro would be back any moment, and you were just waiting to hear Katerina’s obnoxious giggles. Soon enough Pedro’s front door opened and shut, no exchanges of words or laughter could be heard. Maybe he did come home alone and you were worrying for nothing.

Music started to play from the apartment next to you, the 50s song you recognized from your father's collection and that one all the kids were into these days. Why was he playing it this loud? You could hear Paul Anka’s voice over Kevin Frasiers on the tv, the bass gently thumping the wall behind you.

Your phone started to ring, Pedro’s name and goofy face popped up “Pedro you’re going to have to pay another fine if you keep it this loud,” you say playfully as you answer it.

“How are you feeling?” He asks lowly.

“Better.”

“Good, stand up,” he instructs.

“W-why?”

“Do his for me Y/N, please,” he sighs.

You shrug and oblige, putting your magazine to the side and standing up in the middle of your apartment “Now what?” you inquire.

“Can you hear the music?”

“How can I not… I’m sorry, yes, yes I can,” you laugh.

“Good, now close your eyes and imagine I’m with you…we’re dancing,” he tells you and you do what he says. You smile and start slowly swaying to the song “I really wish you were with me tonight.”

“You didn’t like what’s her name as a partner?”

Pedro chuckles and closes his eyes “No she was fine. I just wish it was you… my first choice.”

“First choice?” you question.

“You’re always my first choice, Y/N.”

‘put your head on my shoulder’ you cock your head to the side and imagine your putting your head in the crook of his neck, the smell of his cologne bringing a sense of comfort. “I didn’t mean to get sick,” you confess.

“I know, I know… I’m not upset at you or anything. I just had bigger plans for this evening,” he admits, a pink tint rising to his cheeks.

“Which are?” you hum.

“I wanted to tell you that I liked you. More than a friend.” Your eyes open and you snap out of the fantasy, your heart ready to burst from your chest.

“Pedro,” you breathed, wishing he could see the blissful smile. “I’ve liked you since you moved in.”

There’s a silence on both ends, the romantic song filling the void but soon he speaks “Once your better you’ll dance with me?” he wonders.

“I promise,” you say, and the fatigue sets in, “I-I’m getting tired, I did too much today”

Pedro hums in contentment “Go to sleep, I’ll bring your mail and slide it under the door. Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight Pedro,” you whisper. As you hang up the song ends, your eyes look at the wall that divided your apartments and smiled all the way to your bed.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fluff

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casualdadnomad · 4 years ago

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Modern au + social media they use and what they post there?

okay i got two asks of the same thing so i’m gonna answer on this one and then link this post on the other one. i see so many social media aus and they’re all so good, i will try to do the gaang justice!

modern atla masterpost :)

Aang

This dude is overactive on literally every form of social media he has, but mostly Instagram

He also has the most casual instagram page you ever did see

common instagram posts include pictures of Appa, pictures of Katara, pictures of food, and more pictures of Appa

he has a ton of followers due to him being the avatar, and is actually verified. his handle is “avataraang.”

however, he only really follows people he’s met in real life

Katara

She has a VSCO page, unlike anyone else in the gaang

Does anyone in real life even use VSCO what the hell is a VSCO anyways

Her instagram is mostly inactive, as she only posts good pictures from special occasions

the soft aesthetic is strong with this one

her snapchat is a lot of sunsets from Appa’s back in the sky and candid pictures of Aang on their dates

she’s the field hockey captain, and posts pictures from practices and games on her snapchat story as well

Katara stays off twitter for the most part because it always ends in arguments with idiots that are not worth her time

Sokka

Snapchat king

he has several private stories. the most exclusive one is literally only Toph and Suki

Additionally: tiktok king

constantly on tiktok, sending them to everyone

sending tiktoks / memes is his love language ok !

he also makes tiktoks and constantly puts his friends in them

Ty Lee, Aang, and Suki are the only three who never turn down a tiktok appearance on Sokka’s tiktok page

he has like three hundred follows so it’s not a super big deal, but his Aang tiktoks get a shit ton of views cause he’s the AVATAR

and yes, he has an art tiktok page

Toph

not hugely into social medias like Snapchat, Instagram, or really anything photo-based

gee i wonder why

Sokka does run an instagram page for her though

Toph: can’t believe i’m so famous i have a social media intern // Sokka: you’re one remark away from a post saying you died

She does vibe with twitter cause god does she love yelling at people

she also enjoys youtube, because a lot of it she can comprehend simply by listening to

commentary youtube, specifically

tiktok can be very confusing though, as all the audios are pretty much super generic and the onscreen text is what differentiates videos from eachother

Tumblr is chill with her too, because it’s mostly textposts and a lot of people do image descriptions anyways

Mai

just... very goth on instagram

a lot of features on Ty Lee’s tiktok

their fellow tiktok teenagers go buckwild for the cottagecore x goth girlfriends

Ty Lee made a tiktok account of just videos of Mai throwing knives

once again, the internet goes apeshit over Knife Girlfriend

Mai picks up on the knife tiktok and starts posting on it herself too

it becomes a series where she throws knives at her friends to terrify them

everyone hates this series because getting a knife thrown right past their nose is not a good time

Ty Lee and all Mai’s follows think it’s hilarious though

Zuko

Not a social media guy really

One of those people who think not downloading tiktok means you have a phd in maturity

instagram cause everyone has instagram

follows a lot of actors and singers, particularly broadway people

receives a lot of memes and tiktoks from Sokka and does not know how to respond so he just likes the message

pretty self conscious about his appearance, so he doesn’t really like posting pictures of himself anywhere :(

everyone else tells him he’s gorgeous but he still a little insecure

Suki

Runs both her personal instagram and the official instagram for the Kyoshi color guard

(also should I mention their school is called Kyoshi High School and that’s the explanation for why it’s called the Kyoshi color guard)

She consistently posts about important things happening in the world and political things on her instagram story

always has petitions to sign in her bio, or places to donate to

she also has a color guard based tiktok page

she is on fandom tumblr but no one knows about it because she keeps it on the dl

Snapchat videos of Sokka graffitiing things on her story constantly

Ty Lee

a tiktok legend along with Sokka

a lot more popular than sokka though because the wlw community loves her and Mai’s relationship dynamic

Ty Lee and Mai wore the pink and black matching strawberry dresses once and Ty Lee gained like 10k follows from it

as. they. should.

Ty Lee is on cottagecore aesthetic tumblr too

Aang does tiktok dances with her on her account because no one else really likes to

Azula

yes she runs one of those shade room instagram pages

she wants to start drama

she does stop using it though once she starts therapy and starts actively trying to be a better person. and let go of some of her anger

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connorandersons-blog · 4 years ago

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Kinktober Day 9: Uniforms, RK1K

Funny enough, this was the first day I wrote! I bounce around a lot when writing things that don't actually go together.

Hope you enjoy!

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It was a big deal to Connor when he was given a uniform. It was more for show than anything else since he was still going to work as a detective.

Markus had been there to support him as more than just the leader of the revolution. Connor was the first android to be actually hired, ever.

Hank had this proud look on his face, but Connor could see some of the sadness that would never go away. Would Cole have become a detective too? Would Cole and Connor get along? He really hoped they would have.

He'd never get to find out, but that was ok. Not in the sense that the death of a child is ok, but that he couldn't change the past no matter how hard he tried.

Hank clapped him on his shoulder, and even Reed gave him a very small and quick smile. Connor thought it was mostly because Officer Miller had brought in a large chocolate cake to celebrate. (Then had been incredibly apologetic when Connor explain he couldn't eat yet)

Markus had stayed by his side, and when he couldn't he was always in sight and watching Connor.

It was odd to have so much attention just on him because of something good. He'd gotten used to being focused on because of what people wanted him to do. He had decided to stay as a detective because he liked it and wanted to actually help the city. He wanted the androids to be given fair trials and their crimes not be skirted over because of being androids

He had also been given a badge, but he hadn't been issued a gun. That was fine. It was a very slow process, but he was proud to have gotten even this far. He didn't really need a gun anyways, and if need be Hank could always let him borrow one. Not like they could find his prints on them.

It was a few months later when he actually wore it at work. Though, it definitely wasn't for work purposes. He had talked Hank into getting him private access to an interrogation room without too much information given. He'd have to temporarily turn the cameras off there and Hank made sure no one went into the viewing area.

This was all completely against protocol, but he figured he could break a few minor rules since he was deviant and all.

Now he had to find a way to get Markus in without any questions from Markus or the other officers. At least with Markus, it wasn't a complete surprise.

The night after he'd gotten his uniform Markus had whispered in his ear exactly how much he was proud of him and the certain things he wanted to do. Connor was making that come true.

He had wanted to bring Markus in with handcuffs on but that would raise too many more questions. At least this way they'd just think he was stopping by for a quick visit, not getting arrested.

"Jesus, just cause your Robo Jesus doesn't mean you can walk around here cause you wanna visit your boy toy. You don't get special treatment." Gavin Reed said once he caught sight of the two walking towards the interrogation rooms together.

First obstacle was going to be Reed. Not too surprising and far easier than it would have been months before. Markus, however, looked ready for murder. Which was quite an impressive feat considering he lead a completely peaceful revolution and stuck by the whole no violent thing.

"Gavin, I know you may not be getting any, but that's no reason to take it out on us. Plus we do get special treatment, it's called racism and discrimination." He smiled almost too kindly at him.

Gavin was left gaping but also looking slightly impressed. Maybe there was hope for him after all.

He moved on, guiding Markus away from Gavin with a hand on the small of his back. He really didn't need to actually arrest Markus for assault.

The one good thing was that only a few people glanced at Connor when Markus was around, so no one really noticed that he was wearing his uniform. It helped play into his plans, making it seem like this was a normal thing. That he didn't wear jeans and whatever shirt he felt like wearing. Sometimes he'd even spice it up with a scarf, hat, or jacket.

Yet he could tell Markus was definitely affected by it. His breathing was faster than normal and he kept looking over at Connor whenever he didn't have to pay attention to where he was walking. Plus he kept licking his lips which was proof enough.

It was adorable how much Markus licked his lips when experiencing certain emotions, most of which Connor caused. That did make him wonder if he had a tale for similar situations.

He pressed his palm to the pad and led Markus into the room. Without even blinking he had the cameras and audio turned off for the room. He'd just have to trust that Hank kept everyone else out.

"Take a seat." Connor nodded to the chair opposite to the one he had slowly sat down in.

Markus nodded, only looking slightly confused. "You said I may have witnessed something?"

Connor nodded and rested his hands on the table. "I did. It's just protocol to bring you in even if you agree to an interface. Has to be all recorded and by the books, especially since it involves androids." That was true if there was an actual case.

Markus nodded and then held out his hand. "Sure. You can go through any memories you want, you know that. If this can help, I'm willing." Damn this man was too good. How did Connor deserve him?

"Actually, I have a few things to do first. Like I said, protocols." He slowly stood and swayed his hips just slightly as he moved towards Markus. "Can you stand up for me?"

Markus's face flushed a dark blue but he stood as told. "Alright, now what, Detective?" Oh, so he was catching on, or just being a little shit. The likelihood of either was about even, all things considered.

"Hold your arms out and spread your legs for me." He pulled Markus's arms up to show him before patting his arms down. Then he moved down to his chest, doing more than just the regular check. He let his thumb graze over where he knew and felt Markus's nipple were over his shirt. Then he slid his hands down his sides before squatting down and patting up his legs.

He smirked up at Markus as he got higher up his legs, more running his hands along than actually patting. Who could blame him? Markus had killer thighs.

He also knew to be gentle around the connections of his legs. They often caused Markus pain so he was gentle there. Then he moved his hands close enough to just tease Markus before pulling back and standing. "You're all clear. I have to do another thing, it's a bit silly but-" he trailed off.

This part definitely wasn't protocol. Far from it actually. He pulled his cuffs made specifically for androids. Connor had been used to test if they could actually hold him, and he was shocked to see they could. Now all officers carried cuffs for androids and cuffs for humans.

"Con? Uh, oh. Oh. Well, if you have to, Detective." Markus said, holding out his wrists.

Connor put them on and then attached them to the table (which was also new and heavy enough that Connor couldn't easily pick it up and throw it).

"Is that too tight?" He asked, sliding a hand up Markus's back and leaning down just slightly.

Markus pulled at it, testing the strength. Then he looked up at Connor like he was going to die if he didn't kiss him. So Connor pulled away and went to sit down opposite to Markus.

This was definitely going to be fun, especially with how needy Markus already looked. He drummed his fingers on the table, simply sitting and watching Markus squirm.

He wouldn't be able to make this part last too long. Hank could only hold people at bay for so long and others would need the room eventually.

"So, do you know why you're here now?" He asked, using the voice he often used on actual suspects.

Markus bit his lip and nodded. "I do."

Connor raised an eyebrow, leaning back into his chair. "Are you going to confess?"

Markus shook his head. "I can't confess. You'll have to force it out of me."

That was definitely the plan. He nodded and stood up, slamming the table. Markus jumped, his eyes going wide. "Tell me! I know you did it, so you might as well confess. I don't want to have to use other tactics, you wouldn't like them." It was actually the opposite.

"I will not talk." Markus looked up at him defiantly. That's exactly what he wanted.

He unhooked the handcuffs from the table and pulled Markus by his hands so he was bent over the table, chest, and hips pressed against it, and hooked the cuffs back to keep him in place.

Markus let out a small whine but didn't say his safeword, so Connor continued. He pushed Markus's head down onto the table then moved behind him, letting his hands wander.

"Look at you, fucking naughty. I think you need to be punished for your crimes, don't you?" He trailed a hand down Markus's spine, making sure to not touch any skin yet.

"Yes, Detective!" Markus said, shifting just slightly, but it was enough to let Connor know he was very much enjoying this.

Connor gave a soft hum before sliding a hand under Markus's shirt. His fingers found every small dent and crevice that he knew by heart. He was sure he had kissed every inch of Markus already, but he would be happy to do it again.

Markus tried to push into the touch but Connor kept his chest pressed firmly into the table. "No moving, do you hear me?"

Markus nodded again before stopping, "yes sir. I won't move."

"Good boy." Connor moved his hand back down and then pulled Markus's pants down along with his underwear.

The sight before him is just too good. He knelled down and spread Markus's cheeks apart and leaning forward, licking a fat stripe over his hole.

Markus couldn't help but cry out quietly, squirming and whining as Connor kept licking and poking at his hole with his tongue, loosening up the ring of muscle.

He could do this for hours, Markus squirming underneath him as he eats him out, his own hands keeping Markus's thighs apart so he can get a better angle.

Androids didn't really need any prep or lube but they both enjoyed the process.

Connor takes one hand off of Markus's thigh, bringing it to his hole and pushing in a single finger.

Just like before he knew he couldn't spend too long doing this. He did have enough time from his calculations, so he kept at it, slowly adding fingers when Markus's babbling got more coherent.

"Please! Con, fuck, please," Markus begged, and how could he say no to that?

He pulled his fingers out, wiping them onto Markus's shirt. "So wet and needy. I bet everyone would love to see the great android leader like this. I could just send the video of this to the news and it would spread like fire. I wonder who's watching behind that glass?"

He had scanned the glass multiple times but thankfully found no heartbeats. He highly doubted another android was there since they'd only hired a few others as traffic cops.

Yet the idea still had Markus trying to find some kind of friction. "You-you can't!"

Connor hummed, slowly unzipping his too-tight pants. "I'm pretty sure I can. Maybe that will be your punishment. Let the world see how much of a slut you are for me. You do put on a good show."

He pulled himself out, stroking a few times. "Fuck yes," he muttered. He could get off at just the sight in front of him. Markus would like that too, actually. "What do you want?"

"You! Please Con, Detective, I want you. Only for you." Markus tried to look over his shoulder but Connor forced it back onto the table.

"I didn't say you could look." He scolded. "Though, I could just pass you around to the other cops. Let them have a go at you. They'd fill you up but you wouldn't be allowed to come. No, you couldn't do that until you were a whining mess and I finally got to have you again." He gently ran his hand down and up Markus's spine.

"Connor please!"

He gave a slight slap to Markus's ass, mostly just cause he loved seeing how shy Markus got when he did that.

Markus let out a squeak, and he tried to shift. Connor didn't even have to look to know he was blushing and doing everything he could to hide his face. He really was just too damn adorable, and Connor couldn't wait to wreck him.

He lined himself up, gripping Markus's hips tightly, and pressed the head of his cock against the hole. Just a little bit of force had Markus letting out a long whimper. Connor stayed still until Markus relaxed, and then he began to move very, very slowly until he bottomed out.

God, it felt amazing. Feeling this good had to be illegal in some way, it was like a drug and he was definitely addicted.

Then Markus whined and tried to move his hips, yet Connor kept them firmly in place. "Shh, not yet baby."

He hadn't pulled his pants or underwear down so Markus would definitely feel both against his skin, but that was part of the point of the whole thing.

"Detective, please, I need more. I promise to tell you anything you want! Just please move." Markus's voice was a mix of husky and almost static or glitchy, and Connor wouldn't change it for the world.

He began to thrust his hips at the tantalizing order, slow and steady at first while he savored the feeling of Markus. He reveled in the small whimpers and groans continuing to issue forth from Markus's mouth.

He increased his pace and intensity suddenly as his fingers dug sharply into Markus's hips. Sparks of pleasure pulsed through him, a pool of liquid fire filling his groin and drawing him closer to the edge.

"Hmph, feel so good. So good for me baby. What do you need?" It was hard to form words but at least Markus was in no better condition.

"I—I need to come," Markus whined, blunt nails clawing and squeezing the edge of the table. "Please let me come!"

He kept his brutal pace, his fingers digging in enough that the skin retracted around them. Connor retracted his own around his hands and Markus didn't hesitate to accept the interface.

"Fuck! Come, come for me." Connor said, barely able to hold himself back from the flood of arousal and love he got through the connection.

Markus shouted his whole body clenching and tightening. Connor grit his teeth but kept pounding into him, only coming after it just becomes too much.

Markus's body shaking and shuddering through it all. Connor has to fight to keep his legs steady, but he manages to pull back out and walk to the corner of the room where he had put a bag before going to get Markus. He pulled out wipes and a thirium packet, along with a large hoodie Markus loved.

He walked over and uncuffed him first, gently rubbing his wrists. "There we go, baby. You did so well," he murmured.

Then he cleaned up Markus as gently as he could. Markus seemed content to just let him do this, moving when Connor asks.

The look on Markus's face was pure love and Connor pulled him into a sweet and gentle kiss. He didn't feel the need to deepen it, just content to be.

He pulls back slowly, smiling softly at Markus who looked slightly dazed. "Alright, I'm going to get you into this hoodie and we can sit here as long as you need. I've got some thirium for you too that you'll need to drink. Can you tell me how you're feeling?"

He sat down on the ground, back against the wall, and Markus was sitting sideways curled against him. The hoodie's sleeves were long enough that they almost completely covered Markus's hands, but that's how he liked it.

He took the offered thirium and sipped at it slowly. "I feel good, really good. Thank you for this, you're amazing." Markus pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before leaning his head back into Connor's chest.

Connor rubbed slow circles into his back, letting out a relieved sigh. It wasn't too odd to not use the colors or safewords during and only realizing something made you uncomfortable or needed to be talked about until after. They had both had that experience a few times, and they'd talked out each one.

"That's good baby, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Was there anything you wanted to discuss what happened or was said?"

Markus shook his head, briefly closing his eyes. "No, I liked it all. Do you think you can get away with wearing your uniform at Jericho?"

Connor hummed softly, thinking it over. "I shouldn't do it too often, but maybe on special occasions. By the way, did you want to draw? I snagged one of your sketchbooks and pencils this morning."

Markus chuckled, playing with the end of his sleeves. "I had wondered where those had gone. You know me too well. Maybe I can sit in the break room and sketch some people."

Connor nodded but didn't move to get up. He'd let Markus decide when he was ready to move. "After work, I can take you to that park, I heard they finally finished the gazebo and it's supposed to be beautiful."

Markus gave a small hum, snuggling closer. "Yeah. How long do we have until the room is needed?"

"You don't need to worry about that right now." Hank would message him if it looked like someone was going to need it, so he wouldn't need to stay on alert.

He really owed Hank big for this one. The least he could do was get him lunch for at minimum a month. He'd even get him a burger if he wanted. He'd also make sure not to tell Hank about what had happened at all. It was always fun to tease him, but he was definitely going to hold back on that this time.

They stayed cuddled together for a while until Markus was squirming and ready to move. It was rare Connor even got him to sit down for a few minutes if it wasn't for drawing. Though, he couldn't really complain since he was a certified workaholic. It was nice when Markus finally took time to relax and just stay still.

But that never lasted for too long, and now was no different. Markus grabbed the bag and put the empty thirium bottle along with the used wipes into a ziploc.

"Time to get back to work, Detective. Don't want you missing out on catching some criminals. Hopefully, they all don't get the same harsh treatment as me." Markus grinned, bumping their shoulders together.

"Only you baby, only you."

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thefanficmonster · 4 years ago

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Never Satisfied [Teaser]

Corpse Husband x Original Female Character

Warnings: Language (possibly more?)

Collaboration between Vy & Ashens 🖤

“this criminal is stealing my fires, what the fuck?!“

Life is a rollercoaster, it always has been. One moment he feels at the top of the world and the very next he’s upside down at the bottom, wishing the ride would come to a stop as soon as possible. Things that shouldn’t be difficult, things average people would consider the norm to him were the equivalent of walking on glass, each step sending shocks of pain throughout his body, anxiety pumping his blood with adrenaline that provoked his fight or flight response. And after choosing ‘fight’ so many times, he’s more than prepared to choose ‘flight’.

But as he sits in the Walmart parking lot, he’s talking himself out of that habit of running from discomfort. He doesn’t want to battle it either, he just wants to face it and prove he’s strong enough to defeat it if he tried. Well, anxiety is laughing in his face right now, mocking him by the shaking of his hands and the tight sensation in his gut and throat. He’s here for what’s supposed to be just a quick shopping trip. Just to buy a few things! That’s all he has to do. However, he can’t bring himself to get out of his beige Subaru and walk into the store.

I’m just hungry, right? Or maybe tired, he thought to himself.

That’s what everyone told him - that anxiety was caused by something simple to solve but hard to realize when your mind is in a frenzy. He’s planning on getting something to eat to calm his nerves. If that doesn’t work, to hell with it. He has been improvising plan B’s all his life, this wouldn’t be anything new.

With a shaky sigh Corpse looks at his radio, switching stations until his luck smiles at him when he comes across a BONES song and turns it up just enough to not overwhelm his senses. He has been needing some kind of a distraction all day, why not gravitate to the one thing that felt real, as if sent to save him from the mess within his head. Putting the car into drive, he pulls out of the parking lot and into the nearest fast food drive thru. A plain burger with cheese so his stomach doesn’t act up, fries and an unsweetened tea.

This will have to do. He isn’t even hungry, and the thought of the greasy food only made his stomach churn worse but he knew he needed to eat something in hopes of it having the effects he was told it would have - magically cure his overwhelmingly hard to handle anxiety.

Once he got his food, he returned to the department store lot and parked in a far back spot. He has opened the paper bag to dig his food out, grimacing at all the grease and the smell of the cheap meal that wasted no time invading his car. He really isn’t hungry, but he hasn’t eaten all day and he’s aware of the toll the lack of food is taking on his system. He knows better than to work against himself in a moment like this when his mind is already working against him.

Chomping down on a fry, Corpse savors the salt as it hits his tongue and takes a moment to let his shoulders loosen and hang low. Something about the salt and fat seemed to make his body feel better. He tosses his head back slightly as he flicks a few stray strands of hair out of his eyes, reaching into the bag and grabbing another fry.

He’s been content with sitting in his car, eating and trying to quell the anxiety bubbling up under his ribs and in his throat. There’s a sense of peace to it and to the loneliness of it. He doesn’t mind being alone, though. That’s how he prefers to be actually. Dwelling on that thought too long has had the tendency to kill even the smallest spec of a positive energy he possessed in the past so he avoids it for his own peace of mind. The feeling of his heart thundering in his chest to nothing more than his own unconscious is being muffled by the soft rap music coming from the car speakers, him having chosen to pay attention to that instead.

Corpse is so engrossed in his attempts of maintaining this peace that he fails to notice the person approaching his car at a rapid pace. He’s left completely unbothered until one of the backseat doors is yanked open and someone is diving inside, shaking the vehicle.

“What th-..” He shouts, startled out of the peaceful bubble he had created around himself.

“Hey, how's it going? Sorry to interrupt your dinner. I'm just avoiding somebody, so don’t mind me!” A slightly out of breath female voice answers from the backseat. But before he could bring himself to turn around and demand this girl get out of his car, fear takes hold of him, closing his throat and drowning his words in the sea of questions and anxiety rising from deep within his chest.

Ok, breathe. This is weird. There’s a stranger in my car, but she doesn’t appear harmful. Just breathe, stay calm. Fuck, is that a fucking cop car?!

His shaky hand is barely capable of holding the burger as his wide eyes follow the movements of the vehicle. The patrol car in question slowly drives through each aisle of the parking lot, seemingly searching for something. Or someone. He feels himself unable to blink nor breath as the car creeps closer and closer. He has already broken into a nervous sweat, head spinning with all the possible outcomes - none of which bode well for him.

How am I gonna explain this shit?! There’s no way they’ll believe that she just dove into my car. They’ll think I’m an accomplice. I’ll go to jail. God knows if I’ll get out. I’ll die in there. Oh fuck, I’ll die in there.

He inhales sharply, trying not to hyperventilate, all his muscles tensing before a slap to his arm shook him out of it, “Could you look any more suspicious?! Fuckin’ act cool!”

He nods automatically and looks down at his lap, like he’s trying to find a napkin before taking a quick sip of his tea in attempts to look natural. The liquid promptly went down the wrong pipe, causing him to choke and go in a fit of coughs which he suppressed with his baggy hoodie sleeve.

The cop passed by, eyeing the man in the car before making a turn to go down another row of parking spots, allowing Corpse to finally peek his gaze upwards to check if the guy was finally gone when the voice in the back seat spoke up again. “Thanks dude, you saved my ass.”

He hadn’t noticed at first but as he turned to look behind him he saw a bare arm reaching from the back seat, dipping into the paper bag and taking one of his fries. Before he could comprehend it, the girl had climbed up over the center console as the police car pulled out of the parking lot and left.

Only now is he able to get a real look at the woman who is a potential criminal and went into his car. She isn’t tall but not short either. She’s wearing a pair of jeans that are ripped around her knees and upper thighs and have little occult symbols drawn on them, peace signs and even an occasional tiny dinosaur - the majority, if not all, probably a DIY project of hers by the looks of it. She’s also sporting a sleeveless top with the sides cut open to show most of her waist. Under that, a black sports bra and a tattoo are visible - the tattoo extending from her back to her ribs just slightly. Her dark brown hair is pulled into a loose and rather messy hairdo, every strand going in its own direction as if she couldn’t be bothered by it. Looking down he sees the pair of black combat boots she has on. They look to be well taken care of and loved. A glint of a septum piercing attracts his attention when he notices it reflecting the ugly yellow light of the parking lot street lamps.

She’s pretty.

His cheeks flush a little in the darkness as he dumps the remainder of his food back into the bag, noting she was taking another one of his fries before he looked away, swallowing nervously when he feels her gaze on him.

Before he could speak, however, she had already taken another one of his fries, leaning back in the passenger seat.

“W-why...are you in my car?” His voice showed off his confusion as well as the rising levels of his anxiety, his brow furrowed as he tries to remain cool and calm.

“Hiding from the police...obviously.” She responds in a ‘duh’ tone as if she were pointing out something very simple and ordinary.

“Bu-...Alright...I guess. You should stop stealing my food though.” He finally mumbles, putting the paper bag into the back seat and catching a brief whiff of the perfume she has on as he turns to do so.

He’s been alone so long, people have grown to terrify him. Public places terrify him, so it’s no surprise he stays inside for as long as he can. He hasn’t been this close to someone in months. Not since his ex left. She was just...another human being. Another one to leave. Nothing new to him. It shouldn’t have been a surprise nor a disappointment to him but he couldn’t not feel distraught over it for a while after it happened. He couldn’t help but hope she would….nevermind.

She grins - her smile a little spark of light in this lonely little world that is his life. Everyone around him always looked so damn happy. How come he never felt the happiness for himself?

He shifts back into his seat, fingers fiddling with the zipper on his black hoodie, avoiding her gaze as much as possible while still trying to take subtle glances at her. He feels uncomfortably like a teenager at that moment, stumbling his way through a conversation with a girl way too pretty to be talking to him.

“I bet you hear this all the time, but you should do like, audio books or voice acting or somethin’. You’ve got a rad voice to narrate some Steven King or Dean Koontz. Bram Stoker's Dracula would be sick, or some kind of devil or demon character.” She offers, grinning again as she steals another fry despite the bag now being in the back and shifts to reach into her back pocket, the sound of her wallet chain hitting the side of his car door echoes throughout the enclosed space of the car. She pulls out a couple dollars and slaps them onto his dashboard, “anyway, for the fries. Annnd for letting me hide in your car. Don’t go spending it all in one place.” She pushes the door of the Subaru open, winking at him and sliding one leg out. “Thanks for keepin’ the fuzz off of me, see ya Hades!” She jokes teasingly, slapping the roof of his car before closing the door and practically skipping off in the opposite direction of the one the cop went in.

Corpse parts his lips, blinking slowly before looking at the department store and back towards the slowly shrinking figure of the girl. His head is spinning again, for different reasons now.

“What the hell just happened....?” He pauses for a lingering second before his voice turns sharp and a distressed look crosses his face, “Fuck, what did I need from the store?!”

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