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deadmunds-ghostbee · 3 years ago

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Rambling thoughts/analyses on even more (!) stills (p.ii):

Part 1 here

11. This is a really fun picture and I’d assume it’s maybe from middle episodes? Instinct is to say its Anthony that they’re looking at bc of the happiness from Lady D, the skeptical look on Mary’s face, and nervous on Kates. Which makes Edwina’s reaction very interesting! She may be in a phase of souring on him (which makes me think it’s not super early). Hopefully she isnt mad at Kate. They could very well be looking at someone else tho! Another thing ppl have noticed is that Kate’s dress is the same fabric as her pap boat dress but the wig and jacket are different. so I don’t think it’s the same scene. In an interview Simone said Kate starts out “wanting to blend into the background” so it makes sense to reuse dresses bc we haven’t seen the same dresses on Edwina. All in all love this still. It’s so funny and their little line up of faces so charming.

12. Another great still and this one is most mysterious to me of them all! Anthony and Lady D dancing and laughing is so sweet to me also spot little greg in the background. This is a smaller party at Bridgerton house I believe and people have speculated a birthday or maybe (??) an engagement ball. Brazilian fan sources say this is ep 2 but we have no confirmation of that and it doesn’t make much sense to me because why is Anthony smiling so big? What occasion? And what sort of fallout/drama could there be so early on (see maids in the background reading whistledown and the fallout of it in the next still). Also interesting because since I think this is bridgerton house, they aren’t in the country but that’s where middle eps take place? I’d love to know when this one is so hopefully someone finds out soon. Also note the markings on the floor -- I *think* someone said it may have some cultural significance (don’t quote me on that) I don’t remember who said it or what it meant though and I can’t find the tweet. I’m interested to hear if it does have significance, what it is because it’s just interesting to know and it might be an indicator as to what type of event this is. LMK if you know once I open up my asks again! EDIT: It’s prob just paint.

13. Okay onto the next one from the same event. See the big cake in the background. It’s a celebration of something for sure and they allow kids to be there so birthday seems like a fun idea. In this still they’re clearly dealing with the consequence of whistledown. Mary is worried and Kate is kind of still and concerned and Edwina is...spiteful. Whether she’s mad at Anthony or at Kate or the ton OR on her sister’s behalf is so interesting. Notice we haven’t seen an Anthony/Edwina interaction beyond ep 2 (that scene of them dancing in the teaser is confirmed like the second ball in the show from Charithas q and a). But we also know that Edwina/Anthony dance in the pink ball in episode 4 because we saw bts pic of them rehearsing so this shall be interesting how it plays out. Other things: they all look hot. Love Mary’s hair. Love the color of Kate’s dress. Ed and Kate have matching jewelry.

Okay now quick commentary on some of the posters before back to stills

14. Love Kate’s dress so much. Peacock feathers and it’s the same scene is as when she’s fanning herself but that doesnt necessarily mean that’s her *actual* pall mall dress? i would say it’s most likely tho.

15. BY FAR THE MOST INTERESTING POSTER. First off love pens dress it’s the one from episode 7 still (which i suppose can mean anything but it’s interesting they chose that one!) I love the flowers but theyre real sus to me. Does she hang out in the garden and see the bees sting/expose Kathony in whistledown? Am I just overthinking this? Lol.

16. See Eloise’s dress from ep 7 still. Now that I think on it more I don’t think Pen or El will be present for Pall Mall.

17. Now I’m only including this because it looks so weird. They do all the actresses so dirty when the mamas (milfs) are the most important in this show. No mary (BOOO!!) and portia looks so out of place. Netflix. Do better.

18. Last poster bc these are the only ones that interest me. Love the heart wig. Kinda dumb that they’re keeping the pall mall balls in even her still. Also I know she’s not in front of AH here but...they’re not dragging the queen to aubrey hall just so she doesn’t miss out on the drama? That would be fuckin stupid imho. I guess QC feels isolated and also throws herself into gossip but inviting herself to the Bridgerton’s party is maybe a step drastic for her characterization.

Okay back to stills that came out this morning bc honestly the posters are just kinda underwhelming. They don’t inspire many thoughts other than I wish they were more action oriented. like you think ppl are gonna love them and be enticed just because of the mallets? eh. They could’ve done better but s1 posters are bad too. Anyway I don’t wanna talk about the posters beyond this.

19. Pen and Eloise in Eloise’s room! This room was featured in the Architectural Digest article but it’s unclear whether it’s her aubrey hall room or the one in bridgerton house. Did Daphne give eloise her room at the end of s1? Am I making that up? I cannot be bothered to check myself. My gut is bridgerton house tho bc Pen and El were there in ep 7 and why would they still be hanging around Aubrey hall? This goes back to the big group photo in front of Aubrey hall where my gut said Kathony were married but that didn’t make sense based on their location. Maybe they just spend time at AH in later episodes too? ANyway onto the actual still. Eloise is still wearing her dresses way up to the neck. Pen’s dress is still cute. And their faces--Pen excited el overwhelmed? Is it about the debut or about a guy (would explain the reactions) or something else entirely?

20. Love that we’ll be getting an awkward dinner party! Kate’s wearing that color again and it’s clearly at Lady D’s house bc she’s head of the table but also the red curtains. Looks like Mary’s family is there which makes me wonder what that relationship is? Is her (I assume) sister supportive? Is the husband kind? Would Lady D even invite them if they aren’t? I love that this almost confirms Mary gets an arc or at least some interesting relationships beyond the main cast to play off of.

21. Last one. Episode 2x04 Pen looking over the pink ball (shits really gonna go down there isnt it?) I forgot to include this earlier. Oh well. Nothing to say really other than I like the idea of her overlooking everything. It alludes to the looming and seemingly all knowing presence of LW. Dress is fine wig is weird.

I know there’s ones I haven’t analylzed like the theo sharpe one from weeks and weeks ago (nothing to say there) and some bts photos dropped today. I will say there was that Lady D + Mary photo of them in a carriage in the costumes from the big group photo in front of Aubrey Hall. So clearly Lady D and Mary are involved in whatever the Bridgertons are watching in the trailer in some way or coming up on it? Maybe they’re sharing a carriage with Kate and Edwina, maybe not. Maybe Anthony goes down the steps to greet the 4 of them or maybe he’s already with them.

Anyway. This is tiring and i bet more still are still to come or maybe more posters? (No Daph, no solo Kathony, no mary?) They’ve also teased pall mall so much I’m surprised there isn’t a still of that. If we get episode numbers or even titles maybe I’ll do another update.

Good luck to you for reading all this.

#Bridgerton #bridgerton season 2 #bridgerton theories

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savagenutella46 · 4 years ago

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Who I’d Be - 2 of 2

Part 1 <- did I do that right? Sorry in advance.

Inspired by m3owww’s statue of ice

"She can't know, Timmy." Marinette whispers, wincing at the tight grip Tim has on her elegant green-silk dress, clutching it so hard wrinkles begin to form. Janet will have her head for those later.

They're standing in the corner, shouldered off from the rest of the Gala by a lone velvet curtain covering the long window sitting beside them, while Tim grasps onto her dress and pleads.

"Why not? She'd love to come! She'd be so proud of you." Marinette winced again, the wholly untruth of those words invisible to her twelve-year old brother, who's eyes are so innocent and excited. She looks down at him with a brief smile, and gently extracts her dress from his hold.

"Timothy." A pointed look, to show she is done with arguing with him about the conversation. "I assure you, Janet will not know of the exhibit prior to your mouth, so you will do your best to shut it." Formal language with Tim will always turn the sparkle off in his eye, the excited glint disappearing, and as much as it brings a hammering wallow to her heart, she swallows the regret harshly down her throat.

"Look, Tim. She's never been a fan of my photography. She would rather go to your parent-teacher conference." She plasters on a fake smile as she says the words, and they practically grind against her teeth as they fall out of her mouth.

He's been begging her to tell their mother about the photography exhibit for days on end now, and she can't give in now. He doesn't know about what happened to her old camera, and he never will. It was in pieces by the end of dinner, that day.

Tim sags his shoulders and sighs, putting on an unimpressed look at the mention of parent-teacher conferences. "Whatever." He turns around and reenters the ongoing Gala without another word.

Marinette swallows her plea for him to come back, please, and sighs. She looks down at the wrinkles in her—

—satin dress, and Janet, an almost unnoticeable twitch of her jaw, displays her disdain for the tiny creases at her hip. Marinette breathes a sigh of relief and feels a drop of sweat roll down the side of her neck when Janet turns back to the fellow business partner she had been conversing with before Marinette caught her attention by walking back into the room.

"Are you okay?" She flinches at the unexpected hand on her shoulder—jumps a little too noticeably to just be nerves, settling once she notes the hand is smaller than Jack's.

Marinette turns around, and suddenly, her vision is spilled over with a bright worried blue peering into her own eyes, searching for anything and everything, leaving her bare, almost as if they were stripping the secrets from her very own soul.

She must've looked surprised, because the voice quickly started to speak again, soothing her downtrodden nerves with a surprisingly gentle voice. "Sorry, you looked backed up for a moment there." Marinette clears her throat and spares a quick—panicked—glance back at Janet's back before settling back on the boy, who's followed her gaze with an almost imperceptible furrow in his eyebrow.

"It's fine, did you need something?" The boy's lips quirk up for a second before flickering his gaze down to her midsection and up again.

"Your hands are bleeding." Marinette's eyebrows shoot up, tearing away her eyes from the boy to take a glance at her clenched hands, where her nails have penetrated the skin and blood was oozing out.

"Oh," She breathes, and unclenches the fingers from their grip to reveal crescent-shaped welts in the heel of her palms. The boy takes a warm and surprisingly gentle hand to each of hers and begins to tug her along the floor, almost bumping into several ladies with long, expensive dresses who each took a turn to glare at her once they saw who was dragging her.

Huh, they must not be a fan of this guy.

"So, what's your name?" She turns her gaze back to him, and he's already peering at her with a slight turn of his head and a tiny grin. She never knew such a small upturn of lips could convey so much emotion, so much gentleness, but she finds herself not wanting to tear her eyes away from it.

"Oh, Uh—Marinette, Marinette Drake."

"Jason Todd." She swallows harshly as she realizes just who he is.

"You—"

"Yeah. Not really a big deal." He turns his head back to watch where he's going, and she finds herself going cold under the loss of Jason's gaze. Marinette mentally scolds herself and lets him pull her into a secluded room away from the Gala, momentarily breaking away to grab a first-aid kit from a fancy wooden cabinet.

Jason rummages through the white kit, "That woman, she's your mom?" She can almost decipher an undertone of scorn from his voice. Marinette coughs and looks away, a prickly feeling rattling its way up her arms and fingers at the slightly mention of her mother.

"Yes." The painting on the beige walls looks very interesting right now as she feels the weight of his piercing stare on her shoulders.

"Figured. She was lookin' at you real weird. Like she wanted to shoot an arrow in between your eyeballs." Marinette's head snaps back to Jason, and he has a skeptical look on his face, like he thinks...

No. He's wrong.

Whatever he's thinking, it's wrong.

—But, still, it hurts to wonder.

"You know, I've heard about Jack and Janet Drake, but I've never heard of you. Just Tim, that's his name, right?" She nods, turning her gaze back to the small wrinkles in her once magnificent green dress.

"I tend to keep out of the limelight. Less people to judge me." She hears a huff of laughter from right in front of her, and looks back up to see Jason kneeling before her hands, gently taking both of them in his warm hands, wiping away the blood with a cotton ball.

"I understand that. Still weird though, never would've guessed you even existed if I hadn't seen you right in front of me." The atmosphere around them was slowly starting to get uncomfortable, and Marinette feels as if a frog jumped in her throat and planted itself at the base of her lungs, scratching and strangling her.

"W-weird." She'd never been one for receiving public praise or glory. Never had her parents talk about her with a twinkle in their eye and a found sense of pride in their voice and posture, as if she were the best thing in their lives. No, instead they confined Marinette to her bedroom to waste away.

(What they didn't know, there was a rope she would swing down from her vast window, escaping through the abundant gardens to escape to the library.)

Jason hums in agreement, but not without a disbelieving glance in her direction. Not like she was looking anyway, feeling a nervous sweat start to form on the back of her neck as she stated hard at his hands, who are making their way back down to his own lap.

"All good." She wishes it could be that easy. To slap a bandaid on all the things that made her worthless, and finish the whole ordeal off with an “all good”.

But, no. This is not an “ordeal”. This is her livelihood, her existence. She is—

Who is she?

She’s putting up her photography on her appointed wall space. Snapshots of Gotham at her finest, smog floating through the air, the dim glow of lights as they spill onto the leaf-littered streets. The assault of dirty rain, like cold, hard truth spilling onto the leaves of sweet lies she almost surrounds herself with.

Because she defines herself with photography. She defines herself into computers, hacking the Pentagon at least twice a week.

But, photography without her, it stays the same. Marinette without a passion, she dies and wilts away under the scornful glare of her mother. She is hated, worthless, disgusting, mortifying to mention, as if the utter of her name will bring disgrace upon the Drakes.

Marinette is wearing her finest dress. Leaf-like structures sewn into the bodice, streaking their way down her waist and puffing out to follow the soft ivory dress.

“Woah.” Marinette could’ve sworn, even as someone stands very obviously behind her, looking over her shoulder, that she did not tell a soul about this exhibit.

—Except Barbara Gordon. Marinette turns around, and Barbara appears to be ethereal before her own eyes, ginger hair curled and spilling like a waterfall down her back. A deep mahogany dress fits around her, as if it’s made solely for the capable woman.

“Babs, you made it.” (Because, Barbara would kill her if she called her anything different.)

Barbara smiles beautifully at Marinette and slaps the boy next to her on the back—the one her uttered such a defining, yet normal word under her work. (Woah—she never thought her work was capable of such a word.)

It’s Jason Todd standing next to Barbara, looking quite fancy himself and staring at her with an awe she’s never seen on anyone before. Marinette smiles at him with familiarity, eyebrows slightly furrowing when he tears his gaze away, suddenly, and a red tint blooms across his cheekbones.

“I couldn’t live with myself if I hadn’t, besides, this is worth it.” Barbara pulls her gaze back with a warm voice. She continues, “Where’s your parents?” She turns her head and scans over the crowd, before returning back to Marinette with a questioning look. Suddenly, Jason’s eyes are back on her as well.

She fiddles with her thumbs, taken aback by such a question. “Um, uh, they’re—“ Sitting at home, arguing with each other. (They’d decided to skip Tim’s parent teacher conference, for the boy was top of his class, what more did they need to know?) “They’re—they couldn’t make it.” She coughs, ignoring the apologetic eyes before her.

“So! What do you think?” She smiles, quickly changing the subject, and even though their gazes remain the same for a second, they quickly agree with her non-verbal plea to change the subject.

“It’s great—“

“Wonderful. How do you get your shots so high up? You’d need to be awfully skilled to do that. The amount of dark to light shots of Gotham contrasts perfectly with each other, really shows the side we don’t see.” Jason listed, keeping his eyes on the photos the entire time.

Marinette opens her mouth, gaping at Jason. She’s sure Barbara is doing the same without looking at the older, judging on the cricket-inducing silence coming from Marinette’s left.

Jason seemingly snaps back to reality, shutting his mouth audibly and clearing his throat. “Sorry, you just...” And Marinette finds it in herself to talk once again.

“Thank you, that...really means a lot to me.” Jason looks back at her, and she smiles widely at him, a real, genuine smile she’s sure she’s never produced in her fifteen years.

Jason smiles back with the same intensity and continues to rattle off compliments, ones she knows is coming from his heart, because there’s a heavy blush on his face the entire time.

Maybe she’s found her passion. Maybe this is who she is, because, standing under the bright museum lights, standing next to two unexpected—but welcome— friends who acknowledge her worth, she’s found herself.

She’s Marinette. Just Marinette.

This is who she is. She is something. She is everything she’s ever wanted to be.

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#jasonette #jason todd #timmari #tim drake #marinette dupain cheng #maribat #ml x dc

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gossip-girl-of-middleearth · 4 years ago

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Please tell us about the cinema, I beg you

Oh boy...that accursed night. If you think fanfic plots are chaotic, just wait for this story.

Story under the cut:

So, I just got this job at my small town’s local theatre. I genuinely enjoyed it, and was quite content with the way things were going—fun shifts, cool coworkers, and a nice boss. So I thought.

I was only two weeks in when the “incident” occurred.

At the theatre, we had to collect a walkie talkie radio at the start of every shift, and sign it in and out with a piece of paper in the office.

It was a little clunky and annoying when cleaning cinemas with vacuums, but nothing to cry over.

One night, I’m put to work with a new supervisor I hadn’t met before and some new coworkers (they’d all been there a while, but this was my first shift with them).

For a little context, I’m 19, and most of the other employees were like 15-17. So, I was basically being bossed around by pretentious, power-tripping kids. Fun.

King Kong vs Godzilla had just been released, so of course, the theatre was packed that night — 130 people per room.

Now, we usually have 20-30 minute intervals between sessions to clean the cinemas, but with the release of a new movie, it was cut down in half, sometimes less.

I was cleaning the most popular cinema that night, and was first told to take my time, as it needed to be spotless. Also, side note, can people please not throw popcorn everywhere? It’s a pain to clean. Then again, I don’t work there anymore nor ever will, so do what you want, I suppose.

My little coworker told me to take my radio off my belt and put it aside to get a good vacuum going through each aisle, as it apparently made it easier, as the cord would sometimes get wrapped around the radio stem.

Fair enough.

I did so, and left it on the wooden platform of the rows to begin vacuuming. He leaves and I get to work.

However, he comes rushing back a few minutes later and says, “what the hell are you still cleaning for?? We’ve got a hundred people waiting outside???”

I’m over it™️ at this point because I only took this job to see the behind the scenes of how a cinema works. I shrug and go, “okay”

I pack the vacuum up and try to leave hastily, as he’s being very antsy and pushy.

He gets frustrated and grabs the rest of my cleaning crap to leave, and tells me to hurry up behind him.

My hands are full and I can’t grab the radio, so I say, “what about the walkie talkie?”

I swear I hear him say, “leave it, there’s no time!”

I shrug and think it’s weird, but trust him to know better.

However, once I dump my crap and prepare to leave, as a hundred people are pushing in behind me, my intuition tells me to grab the walkie talkie.

I rush back in to where I left it, and find it missing

I have a brief moment of “oh shit”

However, I think to myself, “it’s okay, you only took this job for shits and giggles. If they fire you, you have your other job anyways. What’s the worst that can happen?”

If only I knew.

An hour goes by into my shift, and I’m cleaning another cinema with the same coworker. I’ve kind of shoved the walkie talkie thing to the back of my mind, because I was doing a closing shift that night and could probably get away with not facing my manager about the sign out sheet.

However, at one point the boy goes, “where’s your radio??”

Sheepishly, I say, “uh...I left it in cinema 3, like you told me to?”

He sort of pales and I think this little skinny high schooler is about to pass out.

He starts yelling at me and tells me that I need to get my flashlight and start checking every single row in there.

I go, “fuck no, the movie is still going? You want me to flash a torch in the peoples’ faces during King Kong?? The one cinema hosting the entirety of the sweaty balls side of reddit right now???”

He gets very shitty and says, “I’ll do it myself, wait here.”

By now I know I’m in the shit, but shrug and remember I can always escape through the vents if need be.

Now, there was this really fucking annoying 15 year old boy I was working with that night, who’s the definition of the “well aCtUaLlY” guy irl

He comes sprinting into the theatre I was cleaning, and starts literally interrogating me over this walkie talkie. Like, he thinks he’s the “bad cop” or some shit. Other coworkers closer to my age had already warned me about him before I even met him.

The other boy I was working with apparently couldn’t find it, and just didn’t want to deal with the consequences that night so much, that he called his mum to come pick him up early.

Weakling child.

It was at this point that I quietly arrived at the conclusion of “they think I stole it”

I didn’t understand why, it’s a fucking walkie talkie? What’s the big deal? Go get a Dora the Explorer one to replace it from Target??

I let my inner Mickey Milkovich come out, and play cool.

Him: you fucking stole it

Me:

This 15 year old Ben Shapiro-looking fucker starts grilling me, and literally places me under theatre arrest. I wasn’t allowed to leave the room I was cleaning, in other words.

He gets uncomfortably close—just me and this weird boy in this dark theatre—and goes, “I want you to be brutally honest with me...did you take the walkie talkie? I won’t tell the manager that you did.”

If you guys know me well enough from my blog, then you know this boy suffered a great deal of aggressive sarcasm in response.

He gets pissed (brown-noser), and tells me to continue cleaning, as he leaves the theatre.

Only ten minutes go by until he comes back, but this time with “good cop”.

I roll my eyes, and turn the vacuum off.

They stand at the bottom of the cinema blocking my entrance with their arms folded, and start interrogating me about stealing it.

I give them some more Mickey Milkovich sarcasm, as I had already explained to them a hundred times what happened.

They involve the manager (snitches) and now I’m really in trouble.

They force me to go into the cinema whilst the movie is still playing to look for it. Begrudgingly grabbing my flashlight, and preparing for rightfully angry people as I search their crotches in the middle of a highly anticipated movie, I head inside theatre 3.

Fuck doing that though, I watch the movie instead with the people and eat some popcorn.

Figuring a reasonable amount of time to search had gone by, I sadly leave the cool laser battle scene, and head back out.

Me: “I searched and couldn’t find it.”

Power-complex 15 year old with a punchable Ben Shapiro face: “Did you look everywhere in the cinema??”

Me: “Yeah, I shoved a flashlight up seat 33’s asshole and checked it myself.”

Some more pissy exchanges take place, and I’m told to go clean another cinema.

I’m having fun at this point, because I’ve worked enough jobs to know this situation was being dealt with incredibly immaturely by the other staff.

Regarding accidents like these in the workplace, and given how big the cinema chain is, they should know insurance covers a simple walkie talkie, and that assuming the new employee stole something which is misplaced is a bad way to integrate them into your company. It’s simply a bad look for your business.

I’m cleaning another cinema when all three come in, and tell me they’re going to put cinema 3 on lockdown when the movie ends, and check everyone’s bags.

I’m amused at this point, so I really just go “damn bro that’s wild”

They do exactly that, and it’s as awkward as you can imagine.

People are angry and annoyed—all 130 of them at 9:30pm huddled in a group, having their bags searched for a damn walkie talkie.

After discovering no one had actually stolen it, like I said, they start interrogating me again.

“Are you sure it was cinema 3??? Is your memory perhaps failing you???”

“If I say yes, will I go home sooner?” (my shift ended 15 minutes ago, and I wasn’t allowed to leave)

Naturally, I stayed another 40 minutes, and had to search the entire building. I’m talking arcade, toilets, offices—everywhere.

It is eventually deemed completely lost, and I basically end the night saying, “well, I ain’t about to strip nude for you all for a full body search, and although I’ve never had such a fun shift anywhere else, I’m not a fan of work environments that promote skepticism and cohort-wide distrust. I ain’t coming in next week, or the week after that, or the...well, I think you get the point.”

I leave my badge behind, and basically book it out of the cinema an hour after my shift was supposed to end. I worked illegally longer than I was supposed to, and wasn’t given the legal shift break.

I received text messages and emails from the head office shortly after, asking if I was coming back, and ignored them for a little while, as although I can handle irl confrontation, virtual ones spook me?

Anywho, the walkie talkie actually costs $1000, but as mentioned before, I, an adult, recognise insurance covers these sorts of things, especially in companies as big as these.

So, moral of the story, don’t leave 15 year olds in charge of adults, because most of the time, they’re too young to realise what insurance policies are :)

#I have so many more stories like this #and I’m pretty sure I left a few good details out #but it was like 2 months ago so I don’t remember #was a wild night #and I can’t wait to tell it around a fellowship campfire #or to my kids #I’m not kidding when I say I am literally Alvin the chipmunk given how many times I get myself into trouble and sticky situations #xoxo gossip girl

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shirtlesssammy · 4 years ago

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4x12: Criss Angel Is a Douchebag

Then:

I always trusted her.

Now:

Let me start by exclaiming Barry Bostwick is in an episode of Supernatural! I often forget because I don’t rewatch this episode that much. I don’t know why. It also has the PI from House and a cool Prestige vibe to it.

Anyway, Barry Bostwick Jay is trying to impress a young bartender with a neat card trick, but messes up the shuffle. Another magician mocks him from across the bar. A companion admonishes his rudeness. The man is clearly drunk and comes over to ruin the trick.

The bartender tells the guy to “leave the old guy alone.” Oof, Barry Bostwick will never be old. (I weep thinking how old this episode is now!)

Later, Jay and two companions, Charlie and Vernon, mock a Criss Angel-like illusionist practice his stage performance. (I recognize one of his companions because I watched Fletch in my youth more times than a child should). Jay tells them that this “douchebag” isn’t the joke, they are. They’re washed up old men, and their magic days are behind them. He announces that he’s going to do the Table of Death that night. It’s crazy talk!

Cut to Jay on stage about to perform the Table of Death. He gets locked into the table and glaces at the spikes above him. AlL iS GoOd! Charlie pulls the curtain and walks off stage to share grim looks with Vernon.

Drunk Magician leaves the bar, with the warning by his companion that his show is in an hour. A man in a cape need not worry about time!

The Table of Death is looking more death-y as the seconds tick. Jay struggles to escape his confines. The fuse burns down to the rope. The music escalates. The spikes drop. And Drunk Magician grasps his chest. The curtain is pulled back to reveal a fully intact Jay. He did it! Hurrah! Drunk Magician though? He’s dead on the street, puncture wounds dotting his white tuxedo shirt. No, Barry Bostwick!

Criss Angel-lite is performing a “demonstration” on the street to onlookers. This is not a trick. It’s a “demonstration about angels and demons.. love and lust..” And that’s it. That’s the story of Supernatural. They’re not trying to trick us guys. Anyway, Dean and Sam approach in their FBI garb. Dean is skeptical but Sam, the nerd’s nerd that he is, knows how the guy is. He’s Jeb Dexter, kinda famous for “douchebaggery”. He does his little trick and the crowd is impressed.

Dean remembers that Sam went through a faze of liking magic when he was 13. Dean doesn’t understand the appeal of playing the act when there’s actually magic and demons out there. And I ACHE For HIM. AND Sam. Like, Sam was able to indulge in the playing of the supernatural and mystical because of how Dean raised him. Dean didn’t get the chance to play at anything. Bby Dean, you escape into your soap operas and horror movies where the good guy always wins! Take a break.

They’re in town to investigate Drunk Magician’s Vance’s death. His assistant makes it clear that he wasn’t well liked in the community. Dean asks about weird stuff with him and she shows them the Ten of Swords tarot card.

Charlie and Jay talk in Jay’s hotel room. Charlie wants to know how Jay pulled off the Table of Death.

Jay is super pumped about his new super magician powers! He can do amazing card tricks! He’s ready to try the Executioner! That sounds...wise. He’s better than Houdini! Charlie doesn’t want him to do it. He won’t watch Jay die.

Later, at the venue, Dean interviews Vernon about Vance. Jeb really is a douchebag. He’s interviewing Jim Jay, “a wicked cat that came before [him]”. Vernon used to use the tarot deck in his act, but that’s been years ago now. Dean wonders if he knows anyone that uses the deck now. They send Dean away with a vague “guy down on Bleecker Street” lead. Dean, how can you not see through them!? Anyway, they send him to a place where he’s supposed to ask for “Chief”.

Dean goes to see “Chief” and is led to a very dark and dreary basement. And he gets to meet “Chief”.

Ruby show sup at Sam’s door telling him that he’s got to get back into fighting form. The seals are breaking. She tells him he needs to go after Lilith if he wants to stop all this. (Sure, Jan.) If Lucifer rises, “oceans of people” are going to die. Sam needs to start drinking that demon blood again!

Dean and Sam meet up at the magician show. We overhear Vernon and Charlie discuss talking Jay out of doing his latest trick. Dean calls them out of sending him to the “Chief”. They call him out on being a fake fed. Touche. They cover by saying they’re actually doing research beause they’re aspiring magicians themselves.

Jay’s act starts.

Jay gets trussed up in a straight jacket and noose. (Jeb preens in front of his mirror.) He has 60 seconds to escape. The curtain is drawn. His shadow struggles. (Jeb continues to preen. A noose uncoils and snakes it’s way around his ceiling fan.) The time runs out. Jay seemingly falls to his death. (Jeb meets Mr. Rope and dies instead.) Jay’s FINE! Dean is SO impressed (Like, bby is ACTUALLY impressed, sweet child.) Sam has doubts. (Jeb is dead dead dead.)

Back at their motel, Sam and Dean pore over the lore - or at least over Jay’s bio. Once a “big deal” magician, Jay’s slid into obscurity. They’re speculating that the culprit is a death transference spell. “I hope I die before I get old,” Dean says, and I hiss like a cat who has just been dunked in a lake. Sam yearns to live long enough to marry a blurry woman. Dean wants to go out well before the dreaded old age of sixty. “It ends bloody or sad, that’s just the life,” Dean tells him.

I wonder how Dean managed to crystal ball his way into their future with such cutting accuracy. Sam wonders if they go after the head evil honcho, if maybe they can carve out a happy ending for themselves.

At Jeb’s hotel, Dean flashes the latest tarot card to Sam. He speculates that the cards are a way to pinpoint the death transference spell to a particular victim.

Jay returns to his motel room, tailed by The Amazing Winchesters. They confront him with guns drawn and demand that he confess to the magical murders. Jay scoffs. There’s no such thing as magic, dummies! Hitting a wall with their shock confession tactic, they decide to tie Jay up to buy themselves some time. Alas, Jay the magician slips his bonds and escapes. Cops confront the Winchesters in the lobby.

Later, Charlie berates Jay for his reckless stunts in the green room. Jay’s spooked by the Winchesters’ allegations. He reveals that he had intended to kill himself with the table of death trick. Charlie bolsters Jay’s ego, telling him that he’s an incredible magician and that he’s got to TAKE CHANCES and DO THE TRICK. On stage, Jay struggles against his bonds, but once again avoids certain death. Unfortunately, there’s a shriek backstage. Charlie lies dead, punctured on the floor.

Jay springs the Winchesters from jail and meets them at a bar. They theorize that Vernon is running the mojo behind the scenes. While Vernon heads to the stage to meet with Jay, Sam and Dean investigate Vernon’s room.

Jay’s in full accusation mode with Vernon when a young...Charlie appears!

He shed his skin like a snek! Charlie reveals that he’s been alive for a long time. He found a spell for immortality in a spellbook, as one does. Charlie tries to convince them to join the immortal magicians club when the Winchesters burst in.

Charlie tosses a magical rope around Dean’s neck, leaving Sam to menace Charlie with his handgun. Quickly, Charlie gets the upper hand and straps Sam Fucking Winchester under the spikes o’ doom. It’s looking bad for our heroes, when Charlie suddenly gets invisibly stabbed.

Jay stands stoic, with a knife buried in his gut. He took Charlie down by picking the magic tarot deck from his pocket and planting a card on him. As Charlie dies, the Winchesters are released.

Back in the bar later, Jay sadly shuffles cards. He’s lost his magic-boosted skillz. Dean thanks him for killing Charlie. Urf. “Charlie was like my brother. Now he’s dead because I did the right thing,” Jay spits (thematically) before toddling off sadly to head back home.

The Winchesters avoid discussing their feelings. Sam takes a walk and finds Ruby outside. “I’m in,” he tells her. He doesn’t want to still be fighting when he’s an old man.

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vxlkyrie · 4 years ago

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pairing: spencer reid x reader

genre: (a bit of) angst, fluff

warning: cursing, mentions of (fake) blood, fake weapons, mentions of alcohol, suggestive themes

word count: 3.1k

summary: i guess that’s one way to get into the halloween spirit

a/n: hi! how is everyone doing? i’m like over two months into the semester and i’ve finally gotten into routine with the workflow. now that i’ve found some time to write, why not make a halloween-inspired oneshot? i hope you are all doing well and i hope you all enjoy reading! have a safe and happy halloween! (also this is definitely still in beta, so sorry for any mistakes!)

“hey y/n?” derek called from a few desks away from you.

“yeah morgan?” you answered, concentrating on your paperwork.

“got any plans for halloween?” he asked, trying to stifle a laugh.

“yeah, spence and i were-” before you could finish answering, you looked up to see a very detailed, yet disgusting mask in front of you. “hey babe.” you chuckled, lifting up the mask to reveal your boyfriend’s flustered face as you gave him a quick peck before returning back to your work.

derek and emily gave each other a bewildered look.

“you were supposed to jump out of your seat and scream.” spencer pouted as he took off the mask.

“i was?” you raised an eyebrow. “well, ahh!” you lightly jumped in your seat and let out a low monotone scream as you waved your hands in the air in an attempt to look scared, earning giggles from the other two agents.

“haha, funny.” spencer slouched his shoulders.

“i’m sorry babe, i just don’t really get scared at anything, especially during halloween.”

“but that’s the best part of halloween!”

“i know! i grew up on horror movies and video games. i guess i just desensitized myself from getting scared.” you shrugged your shoulders.

“that explains why you didn’t get scared when that phoenix unsub shot right next your head.” derek mumbled.

“she is so lucky he missed.” emily muttered back.

“i just have a couple sentences to write down. once i’m finished, wanna get some take out and watch a movie? your choice.” you asked spencer. he smiled and nodded in response, walking to derek’s desk.

“you’ve been dating y/n for how long and you just found out she can’t get scared?”

“we’ve only been dating for three months, five days, and eight hours.” spencer said matter-of-factly.

“right.” derek gave him a look.

“it’s my first fall with her – my first holiday with her, and it’s our favorite holiday too! i just thought i could get a good scare out of her.”

“well, you’re a genius. there must be some way you could scare her.” emily encouraged him.

“i mean, if she can’t even get scared from this,” spencer said, putting the mask back on. “this is gonna take longer than i expected.” he sighed.

“what the hell is that?” penelope suddenly screamed as she entered the room, looking at spencer with a terrified expression.

“what movie are we watching?” you asked as you got yourself comfortable on the couch.

“oh nothing, just the scariest movie to ever exist on the planet.” he over exaggerated as he wiggled his fingers to emphasize that it’s scary. you tried your best not to laugh at your boyfriend.

“where did you get this?”

“i found it on this website, it’s only available in asia and yet only a few people have seen this.”

“isn’t that kind of illegal?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“um, probably. anyways, trust me, it’s pretty scary.”

“scariest movie ever. gotcha.” you nodded as he took his seat next to you, wrapping a tight arm around you.

as the movie played, there were times where you felt spencer tightened his grip around you.

“you okay babe?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“yeah!” he said as his voice cracked. he cleared his throat awkwardly. “ just making sure you’re safe and not getting scared.”

“of course.” you lightly chuckled as you continued watching the movie.

sure, there were some parts of the movie that creeped you out along with a few jumpscares that you didn’t see coming, but none of that fazed you. spencer, on the other hand, was terrified. you can feel him shake at times where you could tell the monster was about to pop out or hear a faint noise come out of his mouth from trying not to scream.

the sound became quiet – a little too quiet. the characters scope out the area with fear in their eyes when the monster popped out of nowhere and a loud sound effect followed. the characters started screaming and running away. as the monster appeared, you suddenly felt emptiness next to you. you look to your side.

“spencer?” you said out loud.

you look over the couch to see your boyfriend hiding behind the couch, crouching into a ball. you tightened your lips together in an attempt to not laugh at him.

“are you sure you’re okay, spence?” you looked at him skeptically.

spencer jumped up, dusting himself off as he shamefully walked back into his spot on the couch. he started to breathe in and out slowly.

“yes, i’m perfectly fine. definitely not scared at all. let’s keep watching.” he attempted to chuckle.

he wrapped his arms back around you, his grip tighter than usual. you raised your eyebrows at him in confusion.

“just making sure you don’t get scared.” he lied.

“like a tough boyfriend should.” you playfully teased.

the movie kept on playing, but not even two minutes later, spencer has you on his lap with his head hiding behind your back, occasionally peaking over your shoulders.

at this this point, you didn’t even question him as you kept your eyes glued to the screen. spencer looked at you in shock as you kept a pokerface during the rest of the movie, no matter how loud or how scary the movie got.

he sighed in defeat.

you were adding the final touches on your makeup when you heard your doorbell ring. you opened your door to see spencer dressed up his favorite sweater.

“well you look warm and cozy.” you smiled at him as you gave him a quick peck.

“thank you. you look pretty cute yourself.” he shyly said as he took in your striking image as you sported your cutest fall outfit.

“you’re such a flirt,” you smirked. “so where are we going anyways?” you asked as you two walked towards his car.

“it’s a surprise.” he answered, opening the passenger door for you.

“come on, can you at least give me a hint?” you pouted. spencer softly laughed as he turned on the engine and started driving. he played your favorite tunes as an attempt to distract you from asking him again. luckily, it worked.

you felt the car being put into park as you finished the last song. you look around to see a big and dark warehouse.

“you took me to a haunted house?” you looked at your boyfriend in confusion.

“yeah. why? you a little scared?” he slightly smirked even though his voice sounded a bit hopeful.

“oh yeah, definitely.” you laughed as you stepped out of the car.

spencer sighed as he slowly locked his car. he was not a fan of haunted houses (and according to jj, he’s gotten kicked out of some for screaming too much) but if it meant getting a screech out of you, it was all worth it.

you and spencer were currently waiting in line to go into the haunted house.

“hey babe, you sure you’re not gonna get scared?” he asked as he played with your hand.

“oh i definitely am. i’m going to absolutely piss myself whenever i see a severed hand pop out of the wall.” you answered. spencer could practically feel the sarcasm in every word.

“you’ve been hanging out with rossi a little too much.” he frowned, causing you to giggle and plant a kiss on his lips.

time passed by and it was finally your’s and spencer’s turn to enter the oh-so-scary haunted house. the moment you two stepped in, you felt your boyfriend’s hand instantly grabbed yours. you tried your best not to giggle.

as you two walked through the dark hall, the lights started to suddenly flash. next think you know, a figure wearing a scary mask appeared in front of you two. spencer jumped up and let out a loud shriek. you couldn’t help but let out a cackle, earning a pout from your boyfriend and a head tilt from the actor.

you two continued to walked through the heavily decorated warehouse. spencer audibly gulped as he watched a pool of blood drip from the ceiling.

“we’ve been to crime scenes worse than this, and this is what gets to you?” you joked as you pointed at the blood that was obviously mixed with corn syrup and red dye.

“the blood’s, uh, usually already dry by the time we get there.” spencer practically whispered. you laughed as you shook your head.

more screams and cries for help from spencer continued as you try to find the exit.

“y/n, help!” he yelled as he saw several hands pop through the wall.

“just walk through it.” you casually tell him.

“i’m not walking through that!”

when a woman with disheveled hair and a white gown approached you two, you continued to pass by her while spencer pressed against the wall as he tried to tiptoe around her.

“hello ma’am, i’m just gonna, uh, walk around you if that’s okay.” he politely told the terrifying looking lady. she responded by screaming in his face, causing him to whimper as he ran towards you, wrapping his arms around you as you laughed.

“i’m sorry, but that was so funny,” you said, practically in tears as you gripped your stomach from laughing so much. “come on, we’re almost at the end.”

“it’s okay spencer, you can do this,” he said out loud to himself. “the exit is right there, you just gotta-”

before he could finish, a bigger man with a chainsaw appeared out of nowhere and started to chase after you two. spencer let out the loudest scream as he bolted towards the exit as you slowly walked behind him.

“you good babe?” you asked as you placed a hand on spencer’s shoulder as he had his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

he cleared his throat as he stood right back up, putting back his tough facade back on.

“oh yeah. i’m great.” he tried to look serious.

“did you have fun?” you asked.

“hell yeah i did. did you? i bet you were so scared.” he chuckled.

“terrified.” you deadpanned, patting his back as you walked back to the car.

spencer sighed in defeat once again.

“kid, what are you doing?” derek asked spencer who was currently staring off into space.

“i’m thinking.” he shushed his friend.

“oh wow who would’ve thought.” emily quipped, making derek laugh.

“guys, this is serious. y/n’s out getting lunch right now and i need to use this time to come up with a plan to scare her.” spencer explained himself.

“didn’t we establish that y/n is impossible to scare?” emily pointed out.

“yeah that woman isn’t scared of anything at all. that in itself is scary.” derek commented.

“i know! and no matter how much i try to scare her, i just can’t. that mask thing didn’t work, she wasn’t fazed by the haunted house we went to. she didn’t even flinch at the foreign scary movie i illegally downloaded!” he quickly said.

“you, an fbi agent, illegally downloaded a foreign film?”

“that’s not the point! the point is that i will scare y/n. i just don’t know how.”

derek and emily looked at each other.

“we might have an idea.”

the next day, you were out running errands when you got a call from derek.

“hey derek, what’s up-”

“y/n, you have to get to spencer’s right now!” he answered in a panicked voice.

“what?! what happened? is he okay?” you practically yelled into your phone.

“just get her, there’s no time!” derek hung up.

your eyes widened as you sprinted to your car and sped to your boyfriend’s apartment.

you entered through the already unlocked door to see derek and emily hovering over spencer.

“what’s going on?” you asked as your body was shaking with fear. you stepped toward spencer who was laying on the floor with a pool of blood surrounding him.

“i don’t know, we came to visit him but then we just found him like that.” emily explained.

you gasped as you saw the knife that was stuck in him.

“spence, how did this happen?” your voice cracked.

spencer wasn’t moving. he barely breathing.

“call 911!” you yelled at emily and derek, eyes still on spencer. “wake up babe. it’s gonna be okay.” you cried.

you tried to hold spencer when all of the sudden–

“boo!” he shouted in your face. you closed your eyes and let out a deafening scream.

“i finally got you baby!” he jumped in victory and laughed, pulling out the fake knife from his chest. “you should’ve seen your face!”

you kept still on the floor, quietly sniffling.

“hey baby are you okay?” spencer approached you, reaching his hand out towards you.

you slapped it away as you ran out, slamming the door shut.

“shit, maybe we went too far?” emily said as all three of them felt guilty.

you didn’t call spencer for the rest of the day, not wanting to talk to him after what he pulled.

you sat on your couch as you watched your favorite halloween movie with a frown on your face. you were ready to fall asleep when you heard a faint knock on your door.

you walked towards the peephole, looking to see a sad spencer holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. you took in a deep breath as you opened the door.

“h-hey y/n.” he smiled sadly.

“hi.” you responded, giving him a small smile, feeling a little embarrassed that you look like you’ve been crying for years and currently wearing a dirty shirt and sweatpants.

“can i come in?” he politely asked. you nodded, opening the door wider for him. “these are, uh, for you, obviously.” he nervously chuckled as he pushed the bouquet towards you.

“they’re beautiful. thank you.” you took the flowers from him and set them on your kitchen island.

“look,” spencer started. you turn around to look at him, ready to listen to him. “i just wanted to say that i’m so fucking sorry for being a dick to you. i just wanted to get a scare out of you because you’re impossible to scare, but i went too far and i had not intention to hurt you at all. i’m so sorry, y/n.”

you sighed.

“spence, i thought something serious happened to you. when i saw you on the floor, i couldn’t breathe. knowing that it was all a joke made me so pissed.”

“i know and again, i’m so sorry.”

“the only reason i don’t get scared of movies or haunted houses is because i know they’re not real. but when i saw you with that knife in you and all that blood, that looked a little too real and that scared the absolute shit out of me. i thought i was gonna lose you.” you explained, a tear rolling down your cheek.

“oh baby,” spencer wrapped his arms around you, wiping the tear off your face. “i didn’t want you to think that. i’m so sorry.”

you gave spencer a kiss on the lips as you wrapped your arms around him hugging him tightly.

“does that mean you forgive me?” he asked. you pulled away to look him.

“only on one condition,” you said. spencer raised an eyebrow at you. “don’t ask derek and emily for advice again.”

“i’ll do you one better. let’s get back at them.” he suggested.

“great idea doctor.” you smirked at him.

“happy halloween!” rossi, who was dressed up as dracula, greeted you and spencer at his front door. he decided that the team will be throwing a halloween party (at his house, of course).

“thank you so much for having us!” you hugged rossi.

“it’s no problem,” he said as he kissed spencer’s cheeks. “also, try not to make too much of a mess when you scare them.” he whispered, looking at you two. you and spencer looked at each other, trying not to giggle.

you two joined the rest of the team as they gathered around one of the tables.

“hey guys!” spencer shouted.

“wow look at you two!” penelope awed as she pointed out your beetlejuice inspired couples costume (after a small argument, both of you decided to go as beetlejuice).

“you guys look amazing!” jj smiled.

“thank you so much!” you smiled back.

as the party went on, everyone was pretty tipsy – except for you and spencer (and hotch).

“you ready?” he whispered in your ear.

“always.” you smirked as you two walked away from the group, giving a quick nod at rossi.

you two got yourself ready to scare the living shit out of your teammates.

“is this enough blood?” spencer asked, half of his face covered in red corn syrup.

“yes, babe, that’s plenty.” you laughed.

you two got into position, waiting for your friends to find you.

“hey, where did the two lovebirds go?” penelope asked, only now noticing that you two had strayed away from the team.

“they’re probably going at it like rabbits.” derek joked.

“oh gross, why did you say that?” emily said, downing the rest of her glass.

“let’s go find those rascals, i could use the blackmail.” derek got up.

“you go ahead, i’m not trying to see something that i’m not supposed to.” jj waved them off.

“same.” penelope said, with hotch and rossi agreeing with her.

“suit yourself. em, you coming?”

“hell yeah.” she jumped out of her seat.

the two ventured into the hall with rossi’s guest bedrooms, notcing that one fo them had the door slightly opened

“they didn’t even bother to close the door.” derek laughed as he shook his head.

derek readied himself, suddenly barging in through the door, only to see you and spencer sprawled out on the floor and bed, covered in an insane amount of blood.

“holy shit! what the fuck happened?!” emily shouted.

“stop, they’re probably just pulling a prank on us.” he said, nudging your body. you didn’t move, trying your best to hold in your breath.

“oh my god. emily, get some help!” derek panicked as emily froze in place.

“boo!” you and spencer shouted, causing emily to scream and derek to fall to the ground. you both broke into a fit of laughter, ignoring the rest of the team that decided to watch what was happening.

“that was so fucked up.” derek said.

“serves you right for giving spencer that idea to scare me.” you raised your eyebrows at them.

“you’re right, we did deserve it. sorry y/n.” emily surrendered, still trying to catch her breath.

“i’m sorry too. forgive us?” derek sighed.

“like water under the bridge.” you smiled, giving derek and emily bloody kisses on the cheek.

“hey!”

“gross!” they exclaimed in disgust as everyone laughed.

“i love halloween.” rossi smiled.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n

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gaulemtypefemale-dm-l-016 · 4 years ago

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5i and 5l for the zero escape asks!

5i. Unpopular opinion

So here goes my take:

ZTD is not that bad and Delta is not that bad of a character.

I saw a post somewhere talking about how ZTD should or could be taken as a comedy and, in part, yeah. The models are funky, some of the things they say are idiot, and even gore moments are sometimes more funny than truly horrific (and I'm not a gore fan, although I got used to watch it in anime).

Nevertheless, I really how the game kept all the shenanigans from the other games, the thought experiences, and I enjoyed the core message regarding the consequences of shifting. The new characters were also very interesting. Even Q team, towards who I was very skeptical at the beginning, showed to be quite interesting, and relevant to the game, even if at the start they seemed the most unrelated to the series.

I came to like Delta more, lately, as a character. I think ZTD wasn't delivered in the best way, as I feel like most of connections I made come from people's analysis and simply trying to create a meaning for it. But I like to think of Delta as a tragic character who, as Phi, was born in weird circumstances, and obliged to come to knowledge of a big threat that has to be eliminated, and whose path of destruction he had already witnessed (the repeated snail story). Delta wasn't born with the ability to shift and, as such, he isn't unable to fix the timeline and save the world. But he is aware of other realities through his ability to read people's minds. Due the fact he is alive, he is also obliged to recreate the circumstances that made him possible to exist (Zero Escape plays a lot with the non linearity of time).

I haven't thought about what could he have done, due to the fact everything is presented almost at once and I do not know much more than the chain that started the whole Zero Escape series, but the fact he has lived this long, that he was probably the one who met and seen Sean die, that he had never met his real parents before because he was alive before they even existed, and at some point came to know it, they must have taken a mental toll, even if we can't certainly assure that.

Besides that, the whole possibility of Delta being a meta critic of the player who wants to the see what happens through the end is also very interesting. Especially when the game even starts by giving the player the easiest way out in the coin toss. Had the player stopped there, nothing of what comes from there would ever perceived.

Now his morality is very very twisted due the horrific tone of the game (the most gorish of all the three games) and due to him seemingly being fine with creating an option that dooms 2/3 of the population in an attempt to eliminate a supposed fanatic (in reality I believe the main point is to create the Sigma that comes do DCOM to play the decision game, but the other purpose is also included).

And that's it, there are a lot of interesting elements in ZTD. I wish they were better delivered as we only get to know most of the stuff at the end, and it also seems a bit convoluted, but it's an interesting source of points to discuss.

5l. Headcanons

These are just funny random ideas I had. Most of them are just funny, maybe a bit idiotic but I haven't thought much about it in detail. I think I ended up writing more short ideas than necessary. I hope you don't mind.

Aoi kept the original clover that Light gave in the first Nonary games and looks at it every night, thinking about him and the plan he and Akane are about to execute in 999.

Him and Light end up together after ZTD because I say it. I don't know how and Light is probably mad because of what he had already done to him and Clover in 999, plus kidnapping her again for VLR. The Fields are strong, but Aoi manages the solve stuff, probably with the help of Akane, who is an expert in dealing with severely traumatized people (Junpei).

Girlboss Hazuki and Seven also work with Crash Keys to find the fanatic. I love the potential of Hazuki and Seven together. Hackerwoman and sweet detective.

This reminds me how it would be cute if Seven and Ace Attorney's Gumshoe knew each other or worked together, as well as Junpei and Apollo Justice (two boys who suffer a lot in their games).

Btw I want Akane and Junpei adopt a bunny, and, although Akane loves bunnies, it is Junpei who plays with them the most because it's therapeutical. He is also having therapy, nonetheless. He needs it. The whole cast needs (Eric I'm also looking at you).

I believe Sigma, Diana and Phi created a shelter for cats with some weird pun name, and that's how Sigma tries to deal with all the trauma from the games.

Finally, how cute it would be Eric going with Sean to anime conventions, but Eric is the most excited about it as he likes to cosplay.

I suppose old Sigma returns to his timeline after finishing the mission, and, if so, I want him to start being a decent father. I can't stop thinking about how I was so lovely riding that Lagomorph "car", so who knows, maybe they can build a whole Funfair.

I also like to think that even in a different timeline, Junpei and Quark will meet again, in the future. Quark will have a nice family that takes care of him. It would be interesting something like, Quark running to catch a ball and Junpei catches and gives it to him. He thanks him, but the thanks carries more than just the act of giving the ball back. It's also thanking him for saving him and giving him a future. They don't know it, but they feel it.

Thank you very much for the ask. Sorry for taking this long. I hadn't forgotten, I kept thinking about it. Just didn't take my time to think and write it. Sorry...

#zero escape asks #zero escape spoilers #asks #sorry for the long posts #i get carried away

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Hey so loved your black magic series! I read your post about using REE/Rafael. I’ll read anything you write but this idea to me is RPF and kind of squicks. ☹️ Maybe if you use another character he played? Nevada?! Someone sees “Barba” doing something super bad and they’re all “omg omg” and think it’s Barba? 🤷🏻‍♀️

I hear you, I do. HOWEVER, I made a "Version" of Raul Esparza in this story that is 5 years younger, and...I hate to say it, "more" famous?

IDK I wrote a 'prototype' chapter last night, so I'm gonna put this to you. I assume/hope you're an avid reader and I can gauge the public consensus, but also I want ALL my readers to be happy!!

So here, read this and then tell me if you still find the idea "Squicky".

That goes for anyone else! Maybe I should put my tag list in here....

The way I wrote him though anon, I truly feel in my heart that it's not RPF, because like I said RPF freaks me out as well.

Before you already go in skeptical, let me set up the plot I had planned. {As told to @madamsnape921 in an IM:

the thing was gonna start that someone sees Rafael proposing to the reader, and tells a tabloid that Raul Esparza is engaged to some rando. Because they think that it was him. And then Rafa, the reader and Chloe start to discuss on how either it's a multiverse thing, or a doppelganger thing because it turns out that Rafael and Raúl are very similar, like personality traits and the Broadway dream, except that Raul's childhood was basically the opposite of Rafael's so Chloe THINKS that Raul is Rafael from a "multiverse".

Right and then Raul goes to Rafael's office to confront him and then the reader and Chloe are there to take Rafael out to lunch and they're like holy shit!

And Rafael is super uncomfortable with the idea of the reader EVER being in a show with Raul because obviously they're like the same person and Raul probably has more in common with her

Oh and also Raul is five years younger, and thinner. So then Raul's like you shouldn't listen to him, I could really help you with your career.

Annnnd that's all I have so far.

Okay so read this really and tell me you honest opinion.

Screw it putting the tag list:

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You were walking towards the exit of Central Park hand in hand with your now fiancee, when all of a sudden two giggling girls came running up to you.

“Oh my god!!!!! Raul we didn’t know you had a girlfriend!” One of them started squealing.

“Fiancee,” He corrected. “Wait I’m sorry, what? Did you just call me Raul?”

“Uh...yeah, duh,” One of the girls made a face. “Raul Esparza?”

“What?” You bursted out laughing. “I’m sorry, you think he’s Raul Esparza?”

“Um, we know he is,” The other one crossed her arms.

“Um, no he isn’t!” You wrapped your arm around Rafael protectively, as if the two girls were going to kidnap him or something.

“I can promise you ladies, I am not-- whoever you just said,” Rafael assured them.

“Why are you doing this? Are you trying not to embarrass your lady friend here?” One of the girls made a weird face at you.

“Wha? No--” Rafael tried to defend himself but the girls were already clearly ticked off.

“Wow, I have heard of actors trying to get away from fans but completely pretending to be another person, that’s pretty low Raul,” One of them glared at Rafael.

“Yeah, it wouldn’t have taken you much effort to just take a selfie with us,” The other one added with a scowl.

“I...um--” He looked to you for help, but you just shrugged. You had no idea how to handle such a weird situation.

“I guess we can take one--” He offered.

“Oh no, forget it now,” One girl scoffed.

“Yeah, jerk!” The other one stomped her foot and they both sauntered away angrily.

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“...What the hell was that?” Rafael looked at you in utter confusion and disbelief, you just gave him a “wtf” smile.

“I have no idea baby--”

“Oh my god, are you guys ok?” Chloe suddenly came running up behind you. “What the hell did those teeny boppers want? To rob you with water guns or something?”

“No they-- they wanted a selfie?” Rafael was still confused, trying to figure out what just happened.

“A selfie? With you?” Chloe snorted.

“No-- With Raul Esparza,” You looked at her with a confused smile. It was pretty entertaining to think that your fiance looked like a Broadway star.

“I don’t get it, you said that I didn’t even look like him!” Rafael looked at you.

“I mean I said I didn’t see it, and that you were more handsome,”

“....Yeah well you might wanna rethink that answer babe,” Chloe’s eyes were wide as she handed you her phone. She had googled RAUL ESPARZA, and the images that popped up were-- Rafael’s face.

“Oh my God…” You whispered, showing Rafael the phone. He quickly pulled out his own and started searching for himself. You handed Chloe back her phone and did the same. Pages and pages of articles about Raul Esparza’s shows, and accelaides, and all with Rafael's face plastered all over them.

“He’s….me,” Rafael whispered in horror.

“He looks more like you than you do!” You teased, he looked at you with a very serious face. Clearly he was not ready to joke about this yet.

“Holy shit. This is some multiverse shit,” Chloe muttered as she went through her Google search.

“Excuse me?” You asked her.

“You know, the multiverse theory? There’s an infinite amount of universes in every decision anyone ever makes.”

“Meaning…?” Rafael asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Chloe raised an eyebrow. “Raul could be Rafael, if he hadn’t given up on his Broadway dream,”

“Oh my god,” Rafael started laughing. “Chloe, did you get loaded in the park or something?”

“Oh okay, so you have a better idea, big brain lawyer?” She crossed her arms.

“He might not, but I do,” You piped up, showing her your phone.

“Doppelgangers?” Chloe read with a face.

“Yes, it’s a fact that there are 5 people in the world with the EXACT same face,” You continued reading.

“And he just happens to live in New York, where Rafael lives? AND is on Broadway, the one thing Rafael gave up?”

“Look sure it’s a million to one shot that those events would line up, but what’s more plausible: Doppelganger or ‘Multiverse’?” You looked at Chloe, who looked at Rafael, so you turned to Rafael as well.

“...Wha--are you asking me?” He asked.

“I mean it is your face,” You shrugged. “What do you think, baby?”

“I’m leaning towards a doppelganger, sorry Chloe,” He shrugged as well.

“Yeah well, you’re probably right,” Chloe nodded as she read her own phone, still on Raul Esparza info. “Most likely because he’s five years YOUNGER than you,”

“WHAT?!” Rafael grabbed her phone; as he read it, his face fell. “Oh God, no…”

“Wha--What does it matter how old he is, Rafa?” You furrowed your brows.

“Or the fact that he’s clearly thinner and more attractive,” Chloe added with a smirk.

“CHLOE,” You scolded her. “What the ever loving fuck?”

“Well, I’m just saying-- Look at them side by side,” Chloe had a photo of Rafael from some mayor’s ball next to Raul Esparza at the Tonys, both in tuxedo’s. You wouldn’t admit to Rafael but Raul was definitely thinner, and...he looked a lot younger. It was probably Botox or something you were sure, but still….

“Okay but again WHY does it matter--?” You wanted to change the subject.

“Are you kidding me? Y/N-- This is what you want to do!” He gestured to Chloe’s phone.

“....I don’t want Raul--” You started.

“No, you want to be on Broadway though!! And, and what if someday, God forbid, you end up in a show with this guy? He clearly already has a leg up on me compatibility wise, and as Chloe so kindly pointed out, a leg up on me age and attractiveness wise, and--” Rafael started ranting and rambling, talking lightening fast, as he did when he got upset or excited.

“Whoa whoa whoa whoa, back up there counselor,” You put up a hand to his face. “Are you actually insinuating that if I worked with Raul Esparza, that I would magically fall in love with him?”

“Don’t say it like that,” Rafael was triggered by the mention of magic and love.

“Okay but I’m not even saying ‘magic’ magic, I’m just saying-- What do you think because he’s an actor, and younger than you I’m just going to think I’m better off with him? Just because he has your face?” You gave him a small “oh honey” smile as you placed your hands on either of his face.

“No, but if you have to play his love interest, and you spend every day with him, it might blur the lines--” He started grumbling.

“Rafael, baby--” You shook his head in your hands. “I am still in SCHOOL. I am nowhere NEAR being in a Broadway show as a freaking techie, let alone a love interest starring opposite Raul Esparza,”

“Yeah, I mean this guy is huge-- 3 Tonys, 2 Emmys, an Oscar--” Chloe rattled off, but stopped when she realized you were glaring at her. “What? I’m helping!”

“...See? He’s far too famous for me,” You pressed your forehead to Rafael’s.

“Right, and I’m just the lowly ADA,” He muttered.

“Lowly my ass, Rafa,” You hit him playfully. “You are the most respected ADA in all of New York,”

“I’m the only ADA of New York,” He made a face.

“Not true! Just the city,” You beamed, proud of yourself you did some research once you had gotten together.

“My point is Rafael,” You now put your hands on his collar and pulled yourself into him. “You are all the acclaim I need,” You kissed him softly. “You’re my everything, I mean for fuck’s sake you just held a one man flash mob to propose to me! Let’s Raul Esparza do THAT,” You laughed, hoping to make him feel better. As his scowl melted into a smile, you knew you had succeeded.

“That was pretty romantic wasn’t it?” He beamed, proud of himself.

“It was EPIC,” Chloe chimed in, for good this time.

“Your voice is beautiful by the way,” You had forgotten in the midst of all of the romantic hubbub to compliment him. “I’m really sorry you had to give up Broadway,”

“Yeah, well-- apparently some part of me didn’t,” He gestured to his phone.

“Well he doesn’t have me,” You pointed out.

“He doesn’t know what he’s missing.” Rafael grinned as he pulled you into a deep kiss.

“Now can we please just forget about--” You hesitated, deciding not to mention his name again. “Anything else, and just focus on our engagement night?”

“Well, I suppose--” He nodded as he put an arm around you, and the three of you continued to walk through the park.

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Across town in a swanky New York Penthouse, an alert went off on Raul Esparza’s phone. He had it set to notify him any time his name appeared in a headline on the internet. He glanced over and picked it up, reading the notification. As he read it, his eyes widened and his face grew red. He stood up and yelled to no one in particular,

“Who the FUCK is trying to impersonate me?!”

#rafael barba #rafael barba imagine #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba fanficton #raul esparza fanfiction #but not really #anon ask #black magic #doppelganger #law and order svu fanfiction

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delta-magnetic · 4 years ago

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so the pendulum has once again swung over to "its my blog i'll do what i want" so like i said in my reblog gushing about death magnetic, im gonna talk about my sort of personal metallica roadmap ! plus some reflection at the end lol

don't worry i shall put it under a read more because while i have the guts to babble about whatever in this moment, i don't have the balls to force you to look at it assuming/hoping the read more works lmao, here's to hoping!

so when i was in elementary school, and my uncle was of the four relatives i was regularly in a vehicle with, and "his" music was metal/hard rock. specifically he'd always be like "yoooo metallica!" and it would not be a truck ride with him w/o hearing master of puppets

...nono not the whole album! just the title track. might listen to battery sometimes, but he would play it just for the title track

but god damn if we didn't get hype as shit when it was on. i used to always think it was two different songs because of the slower part in the middle (which was admittedly my favorite part besides the intro)

and hearing just this, battery, and seek and destroy sometimes (either through the radio or maybe he had some sort of "best of" or even a burned CD? idk) from my uncle, i always imagined a slightly intimidating, very angry middle aged dude. think 2003/2004 james (didn't really imagine/think about the fact it was a whole band, i was so young and was only putting a face to the vocals), since that was about how old my uncle was, that's why i imagined a very intense, older guy singing master of puppets (this tangent will be relevant to the end lol)

now flash forward many a years. i even wanna say 2020? mom's usual radio station flips over to all christmas music in mid november and stays that way til christmas is over, so she goes to a different one. she tells me how this one plays a LOT of metallica, to her slight dismay

and i heard enter sandman on there while i was in the car with her one day and was like "wait, this is metallica?" i'd love to say i'd surely heard the song at some point in my life before then and knew it was by them, but i really can't! (or who knows maybe i had and just somehow didn't pay it any mind) because if i had i'm sure i would've gotten curious

which i eventually did! but not through "oo i wanna check out more!" i actually have youtube recommended to thank. out of nowhere, i was suggested "members of metallica being idiots". so of course i'm like lol wtf and click on it, and once again am saying "wait this is metallica?" but much more intensely lmao. like wait a second that dude shouting from my uncles radio and his bandmates are just big ol dorks?

and so the rabbit hole begun. i watched more compilations, googled names, and eventually gave in to listening to some songs. i phrase that last part like that because i almost didn't want to get into metallica? like it felt too "different" compared to me. i wasn't a metal person! i couldn't be a metal person! it just didn't fit me and i didn't fit it!

i know some of the first things i heard were two st anger songs (the unnamed feeling and invisible kid. former of which i still absolutely love. i wouldn't say love at first listen, but very liked at first listen) and the black album. there were definitely songs off tba that stood the hell out and i immediately loved, but i think a mix of tiredness on first listen, my own weird intrapersonal skepticism, and unsavory associations tied to dtom prevented it from being my major launch into the band

that would be death magnetic, which i of course gushed about on jinn's post lol, so there's a little bit of space saved

buuuut yep there it is lmao. i've certainly rambled about certain aspects of this before, like my uncle only playing master of puppets, or how i don't feel like i "fit". it took me a while to overcome that tbh, and i even still occasionally struggle with that, because i knew how fans could and would get over "fake" fans, which felt 10x more intense coming from a band of this magnitude and genre (that being said i'm super lucky and glad i've found the people i have on here uwu). and admittedly i'm not a metal person! i just like metallica :3, this could change but i am more than content with just these guys and of course all the other bands i like but you know what i mean!

another thing i've surely said a bunch, but i find it a CRIME my uncle never played me the black album! i know i said that it didn't sucker punch me as hard, but i bet it really would've if i had heard it as a little kid! or hell even just the rest of master of puppets, YOU DEPRIVED ME, SIR!!

it's also just so wild how much my perception of them has changed?? this is another thing i've definitely babbled about before, but going from thinking there was some grumpy man in his mid-40s behind master of puppets vocals, to knowing it was a kind of shy dork who's barely older than i am now?? and putting faces to the rest of the band?? i find it weirdly cool tbh

#wpbosting #i *know* this coulda been condensed #but like i said *somebody* got me feelin rambly!#i mean that in a good way btw <3 #anyone who bothers to read this deserves a medal tbh #maybe now that ive scrawled this down in one post i'll stop bringing it up so much pffft #also i started this like 6 hours ago but then watched a movie with friends #and now its 3 in the morning lmao #was GONNA finish and post this tonight tho dammit!#though with that being said it is time for me to motherfuckin SLEEB

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peachfluffsoftstuff · 5 years ago

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Beyond The Reef [2]

Content: Soft Vore, G/T Vore, Unwilling Prey, Shark Mer Pred, Safe Vore

Word Count: 2515

Fandom: N/A; Original Content

A/N: The next chapter!! We get Skim’s POV, and some lore.

- Skim blinked dazedly, trying to remember what he’d been doing to feel so warm and satisfied.

As though in response, something inside him thrashed, sending waves of content through him. Suddenly much more awake, his hands jumped to his stomach, and he looked up at Devon with alarm.

“Was that supposed to happen?”

The older mer only nodded, looking amused at his panic.

Skim swallowed thickly, staring in confusion around the small reef. He remembered now. He’d been scenting the tiny mer that had stabbed him, and then everything went fuzzy. The uncertainty lacing his movements had briefly fallen away, replaced by an instinctual, single-minded focus on the being caught in his hand. It was… unnerving.

There were no signs of life in the colorful reef, no saviors for the boy the way he had been one for the other tiny mer. Despite Skim’s worry that there would suddenly be an entire group of tiny mers on their asses because of his actions, it was still unsettling that evidently nobody cared enough to save the boy from what certainly seemed like death. The little guy seemed to know it, too, with the way he’d resigned himself. He’d put up a fight for the other mer, but not himself.

“Let's go, Skim.”

Pulled out of his thoughts by his mentor, Skim sent one last guilty backwards glance towards the tiny village, and then followed Dev up out of the reef. He could still feel the tiny heartbeat within him with each shift and movement, like a ball of light warming him from the inside out. The sensation of tiny, panicked hands against the inside his stomach was impossible to ignore. He let out a shivery purr, feeling bad and good at the same time.

“Man, that was the worst…”

Devon raised an eyebrow at him. “Even now, you say that? The initial bond can be a bit disorienting, but most enjoy them as easy, on-hand prey. It feels good, doesn't it?”

Skim wrinkled his nose. “Well, yeah, but that doesn't mean I ever want to eat someone alive for real! Especially not someone who can talk to me and is terrified!”

Devon smiled approvingly at him. “I'm glad.”

Skim grinned back, smoothly passing under a reef arch, and then flushed lightly, hand pressed to his abdomen. “So… does that means I can let him out now?”

“Not yet,” Devon gently chided him, “we have to get to a secure area first. You saw how fast he was, he’d immediately dart off. Unless you want to do this all over again?”

Skim resisted the urge to groan and was rewarded by Devon rolling his eyes and continuing. “Luckily, I know a place nearby. Follow me.” Ignoring Skim’s subsequent cheering, Devon led the way.

Skim looked around with interest as they winded through a grotto closer to the surface, finally coming closer to actual landmarks rather than the long distance, open ocean swimming they’d been doing.

They eventually arrived at a slight indent, where the bigger mer shifted a boulder and revealed a narrow entryway. He gestured for Skim to go in, and got a confused head tilt in response.

“Aren't you coming, Dev?”

“This part requires the two bonded alone. It's your responsibility to explain the situation to the small one and become attuned. I'll be back when your time is up.”

Skim nodded, his fingertips grazing where he could still feel every tiny movement. He easily swam through the opening, and turned to wave at his teacher as he pushed the makeshift door back into place, sealing off the cavern.

The walls of the narrow tunnel he had entered were lit dimly by phosphorescent plants, and Skim followed them until he reached the cove further in. He only spent a moment looking around the enclave, noting the beam of light in the middle, and the soft plants spread along the sandy floor in patches, as comfortable a place to rest as any.

He moved over to the light first, peering up at the small tunnel upwards, all the way to the top, where faded sunlight was illuminating the bedrock through the clear water. No wonder this place was so secure. It was close enough to the surface that the top of the cave breached the water’s surface, so even if someone tried to escape that way, it would be a dead end.

Shaking his head, he quit stalling and turned his attention inwards, still slightly amazed by the pulsing beat of another heart lined up with his own.

Regardless of how good it felt, he had to let the tiny thing out, explain and try to help him understand why he’d done this. Focusing on a mostly unused muscle, he heaved, feeling the alarmed fluttering start up inside of him as his internals emptied themselves.

Acrid water fanned up and out of his throat, followed by the same small body that had been in his mouth once before, not too long ago. The tiny mer still tasted sweet and soft, full of life in the way he squirmed and shuddered. Skim forced himself to open his mouth, watching as the mer shot out in an uncoordinated whirl of limbs, twisting in the water.

For a moment, he looked completely disoriented, taking in his surroundings with the confusion of someone who hadn’t expected to see much of anything ever again.

Skim waited patiently for the other’s eyes to focus on him, and then smiled without thinking. “Hey there!”

The tail end of his greeting was interrupted by a choked-off yell, and in a flash of shining scales the tiny figure vanished.

“Hey, wait--!” Skim’s smile dropped, eyes wide with alarm as he tried to figure out where the smaller mer had fled to.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-! Uh, please, I’m not trying to hurt you or anything!” He thumbed his teeth insecurely, remembering too late that a jaw-full of sharp teeth was probably not what the blonde had wanted to see upon release. Not for the first time, he wished that he could have explained before he’d terrified the guy so much.

Remembering how he’d found the other tiny mer earlier, he hovered over the corals and seaweed along the cove floor, sharp eyes scanning the plants. He swept a hand slowly through the taller grass, and was rewarded with another glint of scales out of the corner of his eye. Dang, but this guy was fast.

Unfortunately for him, Skim’s vision was sharp, and he could see where the tiny figure now hid. Skim glanced at a nearby sizable shell, abandoned but mostly whole, and snatched it. Still acting under the pretense of searching, he moved closer to the group of coral, and glanced at the little guy’s hiding place.

He squinted, noticing the mer move backwards warily, closer to…

“Watch out!”

His eyes widened as he abandoned his acting and darted over to the coral, too late to stop the tiny mer from backing into a sun coral. The sea plant immediately reacted to his presence, curling barbed feelers around his body and crushing them together to try and collapse his rib cage. The mer was too big a prey for the carnivorous plant, but if Skim hadn’t been there, he may have still been exhausted or badly injured from trying to struggle free.

Luckily, Skim was there! He quickly reached out, ignoring the slight sting of the barbs as he wrapped his fingers around the thrashing body, tugging it gently free of the coral’s grasp.

He opened his hand to try and see what damage had been done, but as soon as he loosened his grip, the mer attempted to slip right through his fingers, still heaving panicked breaths. Skim cursed lowly and brought the shell still clutched in his other hand up, catching the small man in it and clapping the opening against his empty hand to keep him from escaping. He felt the mer’s tail graze him as he continued to move in the shell, evidently torn between trying to fight his way out or avoid contact with Skim at all costs.

Skim lifted the shell, and then eased his hand off it slightly, peering in at the little guy. He was pressed into the back of the curved surface like he was trying to merge with it, and visibly shaking. Skim noted the rapidly forming bruises along his sides and chest with concern; the coral got him good. He held the shell just a bit closer to his face, intending to get a better look, and promptly was rewarded with a swipe of claws and stinging pain along his nose for his efforts.

He recoiled, feeling the scratch along the tip of his nose with one hand and managing to scoop the mer into a loose, cupped hold with the other before he could dart away again. The smaller mer’s gills flared rapidly in fear, but he could barely even wiggle for the pain blossoming along his sides.

“Hey, hey, easy,” Skim soothed, setting the now-empty shell down and running his thumb down the tiny spine in a calming motion, “I’m not gonna hurt you, okay? Just let me explain.”

The mer shied away from the contact, his tiny claws digging into Skim’s hand in a weak attempt to hurt him. “L… Let go of me, please, just--” His soft voice cracked in terror, sounding nothing like the determined yell he’d used to warn off his friend earlier. Skim’s heart sank.

“Okay… Okay, I will, I’m sorry.” He opened his hands completely, laying them flat like a platform. “I shouldn’t have grabbed you, I’m sorry.” He watched as the mer managed to put a considerable distance between them with a flick of his tail.

Surprisingly, he paused, looking up at Skim with wary eyes. “Why… Why did you…?”

Skim cocked his head, and then realized what the mer was asking. “Oh, um, I was never planning to kill you,” he explained, earnestly. The mer shot him a skeptical look.

“No, really! I know my kind has a reputation, but I don’t eat people, half-fish or otherwise. The plan was always to let you out as soon as I got somewhere secure.”

“Then why even eat me in the first place?” Once he got past being suspicious, the little guy mostly seemed confused about why he wasn’t dead.

“Well, uh,” Skim tapped his chin, trying to come up with a good way to explain. “See, I’m a shark mer from the Eastern Depths, do you know what that means?”

The tiny mer shook his head slowly, skin flushing slightly. Skim hurried to reassure him. “No worries, I can just tell you! All sharks born there are cursed to live a short and cruel life, no matter the species. I don’t know who laid the curse, or why. According to my mentor, it’s been around for ages, but the loophole to the curse was only found recently.”

“You can loophole curses?” the tiny mer muttered.

“Apparently! We call it Bonding. Basically, by creating a link between your magic wavelength and a compatible non shark, you can trick the curse into thinking that you’re not a shark mer. I think because our wavelength doesn’t read as shark anymore? I dozed off at that part of the lecture, heh.” Skim rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “You’re supposed to ‘just know’ when you find one that’s compatible with your magic type, which I didn’t really get until I fuzzed out when I saw you. Sorry about that...”

The mer shook his head, dismissing the apology in favor of all the new information. “So we’re… Bonded, now?” He asked, peering up at him.

“No, not at all! The whole point of the Bonding is that it has to be agreed upon, which is why areas like this are arranged for us to discuss it. We went through the first bond, so we at least know that we’re compatible magically. We’d only continue with the second bond if we both agreed on it, and even that’s not permanently binding. Anyways, if you decide you don’t want to, you can just leave! I’d give you a lift back, if you wanted. And I would go out and… do this all over again, I guess, until it works!” His smile faltered a bit at the idea.

The mer looked at his hands, face creased with thought. “And… what happens if I decide to stay?”

Skim tried not to look too excited, his tail swishing excitedly. “Well, it means a lot, some good and some bad! We’d generally stay together, like traveling partners, and I might end up in dangerous situations pretty often, though I’d die before letting you get hurt, of course! But you’d get to see pretty distant places, and I’m fine with coming back here to visit if you’ve got friends or family you need to check up on.” Skim saw the mer’s closed-off expression, thought about the lack of rescue, and hurried on.

“There’ll be a lot of new stuff to deal with, pretty fast. I don’t know if you noticed, but while you were in… my stomach, our heartbeats were aligned. That signifies that our magic systems are similar enough to link, and as a result we can Bond. And the full Bond itself… It connects us on an emotional and mental level, but in order to create it, and later on keep me from dying, our magical cores have to be in contact frequently.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly at the mer’s expression of realization.

“Yeah… It means that the whole ‘getting swallowed’ thing would happen… repeatedly. Which is a deal-breaker for a lotta people, I get it, but… please understand that I’d never try to hurt you or abuse this in any way.” Skim said, trying to project his sincerity into his words.

The tiny mer stared at him, gauging something, and Skim stared resolutely back. After a tense moment, the mer broke eye contact. “And what if I say no?”

Skim sighed softly, ruffling his own hair. “Then, you can leave, and I’ll help you get back, if you’d like? It’s only fair, since I dragged you out here in the first place.”

“... Prove it,” the mer said, softly. Skim blinked at him.

“Uh, okay.” He twisted to go face the entrance, and easily pushed the makeshift door out of the way, before swimming through. The mer followed in his wake, keeping a considerable distance. After just a moment, they were in open waters again. Skim peered around; no sign of Devon.

“Well, I can take you back home now, if you’d--” Skim paused, realizing that the mer had vanished from sight. “Oh.”

Well, there were plenty of fish in the sea. Still, he felt pretty bad that he’d so thoroughly spooked the little guy, even if it was unintentional. He swam up to a outcropping of rock and sprawled over it. Might as well get some sun while he waited for his mentor to check back in.

#Soft Vore #Safe Vore #G/T Vore #Mermaid #Extreme Cuddling #Emeto CW #Vore Writing #Vore Story #Original Characters #Beyond The Reef #OC: Skim #OC: Aless

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imaginesforyourfandom · 5 years ago

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Karma - Christen Press Imagine

(Y/N) POV

I stood up and stretched before starting to get ready for the day. I turned and saw JJ already awake scrolling through twitter on her phone.

“How you feeling?” she asked me as I shrugged.

“I don’t know.”

“Come on. It can’t be that bad.” She said as I shook my head.

“Well, a giant argument with my girlfriend yesterday ruins any kind of good sleep.”

“Why is she mad at you again?” she asked turning to look at me as I sighed.

“She’s upset because she thinks there is something going on between me and Alex.”

“okay but like…I could see why she would think that…”

“There’s nothing going on…” I groaned as she nodded her head.

“I know that…but like I could see why she would think there is…”

“It’s literally mostly fans that make a big deal out of everything.” I said as she nodded her head.

“Do you like when everyone says that Christen is dating Tobin?”

“No of course not…” I said immediately as she gave me a look. I rolled my eyes before heading towards the bathroom.

Once I was ready, I waited for JJ before heading down to breakfast. We had a game today which was against Canada. It was going to be great.

“Hey.” I said sitting down next to Alex who gave me a curious look.

“You know I adore you…” I stopped and stared at her. “Do you really think after the big fight you had yesterday that it is a good idea to sit next to me?”

“She’s not talking to me anyway…” I said as Alex frowned at me. “Look, you’re my best friend. We’ve been friends forever and I am not going to stop being your friend just cause she’s jealous.”

“She loves you. She doesn’t want to lose you. She didn’t act like an ass when you freaked over Tobin.”

“So, you think I am acting like an ass?”

“I think you’re lacking sympathy in this situation.” I sighed turning to look around the room for my girlfriend. I spotted her next to Tobin and Pinoe. She looked in my direction before immediately looking away.

“I’ll talk to her after breakfast.” I said as she nodded.

“Make sure to apologize.” I nodded my head as we continued through breakfast.

Once breakfast was over, I beelined it to Christen who seemed like she wanted to make a quick getaway. I caught her arm as she turned to look at me.

“Let go.” I let go of her as she turned towards me.

“Can we talk?” I asked as she seemed to think it over.

“Later…” I nodded my head as she turned and walked away from me.

“That didn’t look like it went well…” JJ said as I looked to her and nodding my head.

“Come on. We got to get ready for today.” Alex said giving me a small smile.

The rest of the day was spent getting ready for the game against Canada. We knew they would be giving us a physical game so we had to prepare ourselves and try to keep our attitudes in check. It didn’t help that I was already in a bad mood because of my fight with Christen.

Once we arrived at the stadium, we went through warm-ups before doing our respective anthems and getting the game started. The first half was filled with horrible tackles and lots of shoving. It was a lot of chasing down Jessie Fleming and trying to keep their midfielders from connecting. Our team was able to walk away with a goal lead from JJ. God bless her head.

The second half was when things got worse. Alex had been subbed out in exchange for Christen which was great because I knew Christen could help us, but Canada had upped their aggression so that wasn’t great.

It was the 75th minute when I had the ball. Most of our team was pushed up towards Canada’s half so I decided to run up just a little before crossing the ball up towards Christen who seemed ready to make a run. I hadn’t anticipated Desiree Scott coming in extremely late and her cleat jamming into my knee. As I heard a loud pop from my knee, I screamed before hitting the ground. I barely registered the whistle being blown as I laid there trying not cry from the extreme pain in my knee.

“Don’t move.” Becky said as I continuously slammed my other foot down on the ground. I placed my hands over my face and closed my eyes trying to hide my pain from everyone else. I could hear bits of arguing from my teammates and the Canadians. I was trying so hard to focus on other things and not my knee.

“Hey, it’s okay…don’t move too much.” I felt soft hands on my face as I opened my eyes to see Christen hovering over me.

“It hurts.” I whimpered as she nodded her head.

“I know. Just breathe.” I kept my eyes focused on her face and the comforting words she was offering me.

“This is Karma.” I said as she gave me a sad look before she shook her head.

“(Y/N) can you stand?” I nodded my head as they assessed my knee for a moment. Eventually, they helped me up as I limped off of the field. Alex was one of the people who helped me as soon as I was off the field. She gave me an apologetic look as she took one of my arms around her shoulder to help me walk.When I got to the locker room, they sat me on one of the tables and continued assessing my knee. At one point, he moved my knee causing me to hiss in pain.

“Okay we are going to take you to get an X-ray just to confirm, but from what I can tell…it’s your ACL.”

“Of course, it is.” I mumbled as he gave me an apologetic look.

“Just sit tight.” He said as I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.

“I am so sorry.” Alex said as I shrugged my shoulders.

“It’s Karma.” She gave me a confused look as I sighed.

“What are you talking about?”

“This is Karma for hurting Christen…” she shook her head at me as I nodded. “This is god punishing me for hurting Christen.”

“Would you shut up?” I turned to see Christen coming into the locker room. “This isn’t Karma. This is just the result of a terrible tackle from Desiree Scott.”

“It’s Karma.” I whispered to Alex who scrunched up her face at me.

“You’re an idiot.” She said back before leaving Christen and I alone.

“Stop saying that.” She said as I pouted at her. “How do you feel?”

“Like shit…” I said as she gave me a sad look. “It’s my ACL.”

“I am so sorry (Y/N).” I shrugged again as she took my hand in hers. “I was so worried when you went down.”

“I’m sorry Christen. I am the one that needs to be apologizing. I am sorry for yesterday.”

“I know you are.” She said looking at me. “I hate fighting with you. I don’t care if you’re friends with Alex. I just…I need a little reassurance sometimes.”

“Christen there is no one I could love more than you…ever…” I said moving just a bit. I winced a little when my knee moved. She gave me a soft look before leaning in to give me a kiss.

“I am sorry about your knee.” I looked down at it and nodded my head.

“thanks. It sucks, but I’ll recover.” I said as she nodded her head. “Eventually.”

“You will. You always come back stronger than before…” I smiled at her before leaning in to give her another kiss.

“So, if I wanted to have my recovery process say in Utah…?” I asked slightly as she gave me a skeptical look.

“Are you asking to move in with you?” she joked as I laughed.

“I mean…we already live together sort of…” I said as she smiled. “But yes…”

“I’ll have to think about it.” She said as I let go of her and dramatically dropped my head causing her to laugh. I smiled at her as she grabbed the front of my shirt pulling me in for another kiss. “Of course you can come stay with me.”

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

The End.

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winchester-fantasies · 5 years ago

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Backtrack - Summer of ‘98: Chapter 3

Backtrack Masterlist

Series Summary: What if you were the one Dean came to instead of Lisa? Rewrite of “Swan Song” and some of S6.

Word Count: 2252

Warnings: fluff, light angst

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

A/N: Chapter 3′s song: Tides by Swimming Tapes.

Winchester Fantasies’ Masterlist

“I don’t know,” you said skeptically, surveying yourself in the mirror. “I mean, is this really...me?” You turned towards your friend and gestured to the flowered sundress and sandals.

“Of course it’s you!” your friend, Andrea, exclaimed, jumping up from the bed and turning you back towards the mirror. “You look beautiful, and Dean’s going to think so, too.”

You blushed at the thought and bit your lower lip. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” Andrea said, giving you a reassuring smile and squeezing your biceps gently. “Do you trust me?” she asked suddenly, turning and going over to her purse lying on your bed.

“You know I do,” you scoffed as you watched her rummage through the bag.

“Good,” she said. “Because I have an idea.”

“Okay…” you said suspiciously.

Andrea held up a small tube of lipstick. Your eyes widened, suddenly feeling very nervous. “N...no,” you stuttered. “I’m good.”

“(Y/N)!” Andrea snapped. “You said you trusted me! I’m your best friend, and I know you better than you know yourself. I know you’re a tomboy, but would it really hurt you to branch out? Just a little? And just for tonight?”

You bit your lip and looked to the floor. You knew Andrea was right. You’d never been a girly girl. You hardly ever wore dresses, preferring your jeans and t-shirts. And on the rare occasion you did wear dresses it was always with Converse and your hair in a ponytail. And you hated makeup. Especially lipstick.

But maybe Andrea was right. You never put yourself out there or stepped out of your comfort zone. Maybe you did need to push yourself a little. “Okay,” you said, nodding once and squaring your jaw.

Andrea raised her eyebrows in surprise. “You’re serious?” she asked incredulously.

“Just do it already!” you clipped. “Before I lose my nerve.”

“Okay,” Andrea chuckled. “Little Miss ‘Livin’ On the Wild Side’.”

“Shut up,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Sit,” Andrea directed, gesturing to your bed. You perched on the end, raising your face to the light when she told you to. Her eyes were focused as she rolled the creamy lipstick over your lips, making sure it was flawless before she put the cap back on. “There!” she said triumphantly. “Go take a look.”

You smiled timidly before sliding off the bed and going to the mirror. “Wow,” you breathed, your eyes widening at the sight. Your lips were now a soft shade of pink, almost peach, the color contrasting just enough with your skin to bring attention to the plump flesh of your mouth. “I’m hot!” you blurted.

“You totally are!” Andrea laughed, making you blush when you realized what you’d said. “Told you you could trust me.”

“You’re right once again,” you said, grinning as you turned back around.

“What would you ever do without me?” Andrea teased.

You put your finger dramatically to your chin as if deeply contemplating her question. “Probably die,” you finally said with a shrug of your shoulders.

Andrea laughed. “What time is Dean coming to get you again?”

“7:00,” you said, glancing at the clock. Your stomach clenched. “So...in fifteen minutes…. Andrea...I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Listen,” Andrea said. “I know you haven’t felt like yourself since you and Caleb broke up, but I really think this would be a good thing. I like Dean. He seems like a nice guy, he’s cute, and he doesn’t strike me as someone who plays games. At least not from what you’ve told me.” She came up and hugged you tight. “Go. Have fun.”

“Okay,” you finally conceded just as the doorbell rang. You heard the door open and muffled voices downstairs before footsteps approached the staircase.

“(Y/N)!” Leah hollered up the stairs. “Your date’s here!”

Your stomach flipped, and you looked to Andrea, your eyes wide. “Go,” she chuckled, practically pushing you out the door.

You walked down the stairs nervously. You found Dean standing near the front door, twiddling a set of keys in his hand as he looked around at the family pictures on your walls. He looked up as you descended the last step, his green eyes lighting up.

“Hey,” you murmured.

“Hey,” Dean said, grinning. “You look gorgeous,” he breathed, his eyes sweeping over you.

“Thanks,” you said, feeling a blush creep up your face, your shyness getting the better of you again.

“You ready?” he asked eagerly.

“Yep!” you said, picking up your crossbody bag from the table by the door.

He opened the door, standing off to the side as you approached. “Ladies first,” he said, gesturing to the entrance.

You giggled before walking through, pausing while he closed the door. “A lot nicer inside when there’s not a party and people aren’t puking,” Dean said, jabbing his thumb behind him.

“It is,” you chuckled. You started down the sidewalk towards town, but stopped when you didn’t hear Dean following.

You found him still standing in the driveway, an amused smirk on his face. “Where do you think you’re goin’?” he asked.

“To the carnival,” you said in confusion.

“And how did you expect to get there?” Dean asked.

“By...walking,” you said. “I do it all the time.”

“Well, not today you’re not,” Dean said, starting for his house.

You frowned before hurrying to catch up with him. “What do you mean?” you asked once you were by his side again.

“You’ll see,” Dean said vaguely, sending you a wink. He walked to the garage where he deftly pulled the heavy door open. Their Chevy Impala sat inside, freshly washed and waxed. Dean stood back, gauging your reaction.

“No way,” you breathed. “We’re taking her?”

“Yep,” Dean said proudly. “Wouldn’t be a proper date if we didn’t.”

“How did you manage that?” you asked, walking over to the vehicle, your hand trailing lightly over the sleek, black metal. You knew his dad was particularly possessive over the Impala after observing them over the few weeks since they’d moved in, rarely letting Dean drive, if ever.

“Dad’s taking a few days off from...uh, work. Told him I needed Baby for a job of my own,” Dean said.

“Baby?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Yep, good ol’ Baby,” Dean said, slapping a hand on her trunk affectionately. “Been the only one I needed. ‘Til now.” He glanced up at you when he said the last part, and you couldn’t help the butterflies that danced in your stomach.

You cleared your throat, desperate to keep the silly grin that threatened to cross your lips. “So,” you said. “You know you’re not getting paid for this “job,” right?” you asked playfully.

“I’m not worried about money, when I’m getting paid in something better,” Dean said with a smirk. “Kisses.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Feeling lucky, huh?”

“Am I right?” Dean asked, his voice playful but with an undertone of hopefulness.

“We’ll see,” you said coyly.

Dean chuckled before coming around to the passenger’s side. “You really ready this time?” he asked with a chuckle, opening your door for you.

You smiled and nodded before sliding into the car, the warm leather soft against the backs of your thighs. Dean shut the door behind you before going around to the driver’s side and climbing in. He started the Impala, the engine roaring to life and leveling off to a steady hum.

Dean sent you a grin before he started backing Baby up and out of the garage. Before long you were on the highway, headed to the carnival only a few streets over.

The boardwalk and surrounding area were busy as Dean parked the car. He quickly alighted from the Impala, pocketing the keys and hurrying around to the passenger’s side and opening your door for you.

“Thank you,” you said, stepping out and grabbing your bag.

You and Dean started for the carnival, the sounds of laughter, playful screams, and the smells of kettle corn and cotton candy filled the air. “Where to first?” Dean asked as you passed under the carnival banner.

You looked around at everything being offered before pointing to the carousel. Dean cocked an eyebrow. “Isn’t that for little kids?”

“No!” you scoffed. “And even if it is, I’m a big kid at heart.”

Dean chuckled as you made your way over to the ride. It wasn’t long before you were both settled on the carousel, you on your white palomino and Dean on his black stallion.

Soon the scenery of the carnival was flashing by. Dean’s face was lit up as he watched you, wind in your hair, head tipped back and a wide grin on your lips as you let go and enjoyed the exhilaration of it all.

But all too soon the ride was over. “That was so much fun!” you exclaimed, smoothing down your windswept hair.

“It was,” Dean admitted with a grin. “Where to next?”

“I’ve already picked. It’s your turn,” you said, adjusting your bag across your shoulder.

“Well, I was kinda thinking the fun house,” Dean said. “But we don’t have to if you don’t….”

“Let’s go!” you said excitedly, grabbing his hand and practically running over to the brightly colored building with the face of a clown as its front. Dean presented two tickets to the attendant before leading you inside, his hand never leaving yours.

You walked through, enjoying the various attractions. There was a floor that tipped back and forth and backwards and forwards, resulting in you grasping onto Dean’s arm while his snaked around your waist to hold you steady; fun house mirrors that distorted your bodies beyond recognition and had you and Dean bursting at the seams with laughter; the jet air vents that had you feeling like Marilyn Monroe; and the ball pit you and Dean had to navigate to get to the exit.

By the time you reached the end, you were both hot and sweaty messes. You wiped your hand across your brow, enjoying the light breeze that cooled your heated skin. “I need something to drink after that workout!” you panted, fanning your face.

Dean chuckled, holding out his hand to you. “C’mon.” He lead you to one of the food trucks advertising corn dogs, funnel cakes, and freshly squeezed lemonade. He ordered one of the lemonades, grabbing two straws before coming back to you, settling himself down on the wooden bench beside you. He handed you the plastic cup, you drinking the sweet and tart liquid greedily. “You having fun?” Dean asked as you handed him back the drink. You nodded as he took a sip. “Good,” he said with a grin. “Any idea what you wanna do next?”

“Well, I’ve been craving cotton candy since we got here,” you said with a giggle.

“Cotton candy it is,” Dean said before taking another sip.

“So how do you like it here?” you asked as you and Dean walked along the outskirts of the carnival. You popped a piece of the pink candy floss into your mouth before offering some to Dean.

Dean pinched some of the fluffy candy between his fingers, placing it in his mouth and letting it melt on his tongue before responding. “I like it,” he said. “It’s so different from Texas, and anywhere we’ve lived really.”

“How so?” you asked, taking another bite and watching him out of the corner of your eye.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “It’s just the people, the town, the atmosphere…. It all just...feels like home.”

Your heart seized up as he spoke, a wistful and almost sad tone in his voice. Even though you’d never talked about it, you knew he’d had a rough life; a life already burdening him even at his young age. You stopped walking, Dean coming to a halt when he realized you weren’t by his side anymore. He turned to look at you, a questioning look in his mossy eyes.

“Everything okay?” he asked in concern.

You smiled and closed the small distance between you, taking his hand in yours and brushing your thumb over the back of his larger one. “I’m just glad you’re here.”

He grinned, his eyes growing soft. “I am, too.” He cleared his throat and glanced to the ground quickly before meeting your gaze once more. “So, uh, you wanna go do something else?”

“Sure,” you said with a soft smile and quick squeeze of his hand.

Minutes later you and Dean were seated on the Sizzler, your body squished against Dean’s side as you whirled around, your hair whipping around your face. You couldn’t help but laugh as the ride spun you both around, your chortles swallowed up by the wind. You could hear Dean’s deep laughter, too, as he carefully maneuvered his arm around you, holding you close.

You and Dean were still laughing once the ride finally stopped and you were making your way back to the parking lot. Dean grabbed your hand and whipped you around to face him once you reached the Impala. Your breath caught in your throat at his close proximity as he stared down at you, the side of his face illuminated by the bright lights of the carnival.

His hand rested on the small of your back, keeping you pressed against him while his other came up to caress your cheek. “Thank you,” he breathed, his eyes searching yours affectionately. “Thank you for tonight... And for reminding me what it means to be alive.”

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psychicprincesscreation · 4 years ago

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NUANCE

Edit 7 (7/12): I didn't realize I kept breaking the link when I was trying to come up with a good title lol my bad.

Last two titles: "I'm not your bass-slut anymore." (That didn't exactly fit the narrative.)

"Don't fuck your idols. :)"

Since everyone is talking about accountability, let me put it succinctly: I was 22, this was consensual for me, I was a "groupie" who knowingly emotionally cheated on my then-bf with Bassnectar for months, I broke it off & moved out because I expected more from the relationship than I ever got.

As one person on IG stated: I was just a groupie whose fantasy didn't go the way I wanted it to. Lol it's true, but that isn't the whole story.

I know it's easy to focus on how I was "old enough to know better" and the harmful choices that I made, but don't forget that Bassnectar actively pursued me even after finding out about my boyfriend -- I'm sure he wouldn't have had any problem finding a single girl to talk to instead, given his stature.

He offered me concert tickets, plane tickets, money to buy an apartment, he told me to email him as often as possible, he told me to keep everything a secret and to lie to my boyfriend over and over.

He tried to "save" me with controlling advice about eating, sleeping, not partying (ironic, considering that he is a DJ) not pursuing music journalism, not hanging out with any male friends whatsoever, where I "should" work. This was all before we ever met in person.

People don't realize how hard it is to say no to your idols, especially when they are CONSTANTLY offering gifts that I considered very extravagant at my age.

This wasn't a normal affair; I had absolutely nothing to offer Bassnectar but myself, yet he spoke to me like I was a star. He told me we could "go deep" and that he wanted to "mate" with me.

Of course my dumbass young-adult drug-addled mind is going to fall in love with the idea of him.

CONSENT IS NOT DEFINITIVE. I didn't consent to a relationship as two normal people sneaking around. I became a cheating asshole who was misled by a rich & famous liar. I never said what I did was right -- in fact, I made it very clear that I did something wrong, too.

I also said that my story is NOT as bad as the other accusers'. I absolutely do NOT think that I had it worse than anyone else. I think my story is important because it shows that his behavior wasn't limited to people underage.

Hopefully my candor denotes honesty and by admitting my faults in this situation, people can see that Bassnectar's emotional manipulation was real and calculated, and most certainly did not start or end with me.

Side note: Apparently Bassnectar DOES cuddle... I guess he just didn't want to cuddle me that night. Ouch! :)

Edit 6 (7/12): Too many typos to fix so I'm just leaving them now lol. Added detail.

Edit 5 (7/12): Just because I say I'm slutty and I like sluts, doesn't mean every girl/women who was involved with Bassnectar is a slut. I'm just owning that label to change MY narrative for MYSELF. I really don't think there's anything wrong with being slutty -- it's always the rest of the world that has a problem.

I wrote this stream-of-consciousness, so I wanted to mention that sometimes my statements that involve other women may seem brusque, but I'm on the women's side. I mean to convey disdain for the way Bassnectar treated us (as a secret "harem",) rather than jealousy or annoyance toward the women. I hope it comes off that way, but I don't know who is reading this and how some might interpret my words.

Edit 4 (7/10):

Removed names. A story mentioned in this post wasn’t true. Either just a lie (to make someone look bad,) or I don’t remember it properly ‘cause it’s been so long. If it was my fault: my bad.

Edit 3 (7/7):

FIXED SOME TYPOS!

Edit 2 (7/7):

I like sluts. Stop making us feel bad for wanting love *and sex, too.

Another thought: Bassnectar probably pursued a relationship with me because I had a boyfriend. Therefore, I would be more secretive and would have to take some of the responsibility and guilt in this situation, too. And that is true. I do feel guilty about the lying and sneaking. I think that it was inevitable that I would break up with my then-boyfriend, but it really wasn’t Bassnectar’s place to accelerate the break-up by giving me the impression that Bassnectar would be my boyfriend instead. This wasn’t friendly advice given to me by someone older, this was tactical. It makes me wonder if a lot of girls/women don’t want to come forward because they are afraid that the truth will come out about their own affairs?

Don’t be afraid to tell your story because women-hating assholes try to dissect and expose your secrets in an attempt to discredit you! Bassnectar is the one who needs to be exposed for HIS indiscretions -- this is about what HE did wrong. Edit 1 (7/7):

- Bassnectar told me that he was coming to NYC and because we had an online relationship, I thought that he was coming to see me. My friend told me today that Gov Ball 2013 was the same weekend, so I think he may have actually been in NYC for that reason (I don’t think he was scheduled to play on the flyer,) but I was delusional about it. - I removed the screenshot of his phone number from the post because I don’t want to violate any doxx rules. I am still willing to compare this phone number with other women/accusers to corroborate our stories. :) - This is my story told from my perspective. I was an adult and I’m not posting this with the intent of legal action, or revenge (although I do admit that this relationship was devastating and heartbreaking for me.) I just want people to know what kind of person he is. - My story is not as harrowing as some of the other accusers’, but that doesn’t make it invalid. - Even now, reliving everything hurts me and I wish I could say that it was real, but now that I’m older I am wise enough to know that it was all lies. - I stand with the women who Bassnectar has hurt in similar, or worse, ways.

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My relationship was short-lived, but it was so eventful for me that I remember it clearly. I'm mentioning many minuscule details because I think that could help prove the validity of other victims' stories.

Writing in bullet points because it's easier for me to sort through the memories. I'm calling him Bassnectar because the "Lorin" I was talking to is someone that I feel hurt and appalled by now.

• I don't have social media/email screenshots because I deactivated my Facebook and Twitter years ago. Bassnectar asked me specifically to delete our emails because his "girlfriend had caught him" and asked me to get rid of the evidence because she was "demolished." (I will go into a bit more detail about that later on.) • I don’t have a “smoking gun” that skeptics are looking for, but that’s what happens when someone asks you to keep everything a secret and delete everything that shows you were communicating.

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• This happened in 2013 over many months, plus Bassnectar texted me a few times about once a year after our "relationship" ended. • I was 22 at the time. I'm from NYC and frequently went to clubs, shows, events, and festivals with my then-boyfriend (who I lived with) & the same group of friends. • Bassnectar was one of our favorite artists and we'd seen him perform several times in several states. • My friends had a private Facebook group where we'd tell each other about shows and make arrangements to travel/meet up/stay over each other's places. • I was very interested in music journalism at the time and occasionally wrote show reviews for my friend's online music magazine. • I actively used Twitter. I basically tweeted at every DJ we liked, and always posted reply screenshots in our private Facebook group to share with my friends. • Things became complicated with my then-boyfriend, but we still lived together. We had recently gotten back together around the first time Bassnectar DM'd me on Twitter.

• Bassnectar responded to a Twitter pic I posted of our mini-fridge with a Bassnectar logo sticker and said that he "liked my fridge" or something. • I screenshotted this and posted it in my group because he was the biggest artist who had responded to me at that point. • I thought I could use this as an opportunity to interview him for my friend's mag. • After I already posted the screenshot in my group and had responded to his DM, he sent another message asking me not to screenshot him because he "hates that." • I deleted the screenshot from the friend Facebook group. I stopped screenshotting and sharing our conversations with my FB group immediately after he asked. • I continued to chat with Bassnectar via Twitter and said that I was a big fan of his merch and that I bought several things at all the shows I've attended. • I asked to interview him at some point in the conversation, and he skirted over the request. • Instead, he gave me his email (bassnectar2012) and asked me to send him merchandise ideas. • I slapped together a few simple, quick ideas on Photoshop or something and sent them to him.

(I don’t know how to embed a picture on Tumblr lol -- will update.) • You can see that the image I sent is no big deal, and all the files were similar, but he responded as if they were the greatest things he had ever seen. He definitely made me feel special and talented. • We emailed regularly and relatively frequently for days. • Emails are exchanged back-and-forth and eventually I asked to interview him again and he agreed. • I gave him my number and he called me. My then-boyfriend was aware that I was in contact with Bassnectar, with my original intention of interviewing him. • My then-bf was in the room when Bassnectar called me for the first time. • Bassnectar didn't want to be interviewed; he wanted to get to know me. I agreed to just chat at first. • He told me not to call him Bassnectar because that was his "band" and that I should call him Lorin. • At some point he asked if I had a boyfriend and I told him no, even though things were complicated with my then-bf and we were technically together. > I know I'm going to be chastised for doing this, but I've learned years ago that I made a bad choice. Honestly, I still wanted an interview, and I am well-known for leading with my sexuality. This is when I started becoming deceitful with my then-partner. Simply put, I was just more enticed by the idea of advancing my career, and eventually the allure of potentially being Bassnectar's girlfriend, so lying seemed best. Just because I’m flawed, too, doesn’t mean Bassnectar did nothing wrong.

• My then-bf confronted me about not saying that we were together. I felt guilty and the next time I spoke to Bassnectar, I confessed that I was back together with my then-boyfriend and I wasn't single. (I don't remember if it was via text or voice call.) • Bassnectar was upset that I lied, but continued to talk to me nonetheless through text and email.

• He made me feel like my writing was profound and touching, and that we were falling in love. • He would tell me that he wanted to "bring me the sun," or "get me a puppy." He said things that were romantic and poetic and I felt heartened to respond to what I thought was love. • He said he had $10,000 in his mattress and he wanted to get me an apartment in NYC, so I didn't have to live with my then-bf anymore. • He would text me before and sometimes immediately after he played shows then say he was going to sleep by like 12am (typically.) It was easy to keep up with where he was playing via social media. • He offered to fly me to his show in Red Rocks so I could attend. (I didn't accept.)

• He called me from time-to-time and told me not to tell my then-bf who I was speaking to. • One day he had me call a different phone number, which he said was his "home phone." • He told me a story about a beautiful girl named (removed)? Who he had a falling out with because she mentioned that Bassnectar told her that he didn't like Steve Aoki. (I don't remember that story in detail -- I think he was telling me so I wouldn't tell other people when he talked about other artists.) > Edit (7/10): This person messaged me to say that’s not what actually what happened between them. • One day I was speaking to Bassnectar on the phone and didn't answer when my then-bf called on his way home from college classes (I always answered right away.) He asked who I was speaking to and I admitted "Lorin."

• When I called Bassnectar back, he became annoyed that I told the truth and said that I should tell my then-bf that I meant my girlfriend Lauren instead. • I began to sneak around more, lie more often about who I was speaking to on the phone, and texted or emailed Bassnectar almost every single day. • He said we should skip Camp Bisco 2013 and just spend time together. (Obviously anyone who attended Camp Bisco knows that didn't actually happen lol.) • He was flirtatious, charming, and always offered me tickets to events, or sometimes to fly me to where he was. I didn't accept any of this then.

• He told me that I shouldn't do any drugs, not even smoke weed. All of my friends were casually experimenting back then, and I was equally as candid as I am now about everything I did. He told me not to do drugs at his shows, or any shows, and especially not around guy friends. • Me and my friends traveled to see a show in Philly and stayed with friends. When I texted saying I was mostly with guys (my friend group was mostly guys at the time,) he asked if I "felt safe" and offered to get me a hotel. I thought it was unusual because I always felt very protected by my male friends. • He told me that I shouldn't hang out with guy friends, or have guy friends at all. • He told me that guy friends all wanted to sleep with me and I didn't realize it. • He told me I should eat healthier and exercise regularly -- it was very weird and controlling. He just didn’t want me to be myself. • He told me that he had a girlfriend who had two abortions. I think because we were talking about relationships? • He told me that he grew up in a hippie commune and was Christian and he questioned his priest and that his mom was a poet laureate. It just seemed like he wanted me to get to know him at the time. • He told me I was co-dependent with my boyfriend and that I needed to become independent and move out. • He told me I should make lists of my life goals as an independent person and email it to him. • He told me not to tell anyone about us talking. I told all of my girl friends, but it was a "girl code" situation and none of the guys or my then-bf knew what was going on. • We talked A LOT and often, but all of this only happened in a matter of months.

• Time passes and our emotional affair eventually becomes physically intimate when he says that he is going to fly to NYC. This is JUNE 2013! He played at Electric Zoo 2013, but that wasn't until Labor Day, so I'm not sure why he really needed to go to NYC, but it definitely wasn't for a show because me and my friends would have been there. > NOTE (7/7): My friend read this and mentioned that Gov Ball 2013 was the weekend before, so there is a good chance that Bassnectar was already in NYC for some reason and didn't actually come to see me personally like I was led to believe. lol.

• He alleged that he would see me again around Labor Day when he came back for EZoo, too.

• I am from Staten Island, and wasn't totally familiar with Manhattan's layout at the time, but I think that the hotel he was staying at was in Midtown. It's been 7 years since this happened, but I tried my damnedest today to figure out exactly which hotel it was -- there are soo many in that area alone. • If Bassnectar says any of this isn't true, then he's lying because there will definitely be a plane ticket or something with his name on it to NYC in JUNE 2013. > NOTE (7/7): I thought he was there to see me specifically, so the dates he told me was staying in NYC are probably not 100% accurate, but there is definitely some proof somewhere on his end that he came to NYC for whatever reason. The lies he told me are just coverup to make me lose credibility if this ever came out.

• He said he had a hotel for three days. I think it was a Mon-Wed? I took off work those days so I could see him everyday that he said he would be in NYC. If he has no record of checking into a hotel around the time I'm citing, then his manager probably did it for him. I believe his name is Carlos. (I'm going by the memory of what Bassnectar told me.)

• Bassnectar met me in person at the Staten Island Ferry (Manhattan side) and we walked to Battery Park and sat on a bench and talked. • I felt extremely shy and awkward because I knew that by meeting up in-person, I had given up with my now-ex. The whole thing was conflicting and unfair to so many people, but it was too late now. • Bassnectar frequently complimented me in person. He said things like, he was dying to smell my neck, that he loved my wrists because they were delicate like a bird's frame. • He said that he felt self-conscious that he would be recognized because he's used to being recognized in crowds. • He would pet and caress me, but didn't try to kiss me in public. • He told me that he got his hair washed at a hair salon and he gave the hair dresser a ($50 or $100?) tip and looked in the window to see her reaction and she was crying because she was so happy. • He convinced me to go back to his hotel. We took a cab there. It didn't take that long, which is why I'm convinced it was Midtown. He never told me which hotel it was, but I didn't realize it was actually because he didn't want a trail back to him. I guess it worked.

(I'm about to get very detailed about my memories, so trigger warning for making people feel uncomfortable.)

• When we got to his hotel, he became physical with me very quickly, but he said he wouldn't kiss me first. That I had to do it first. So I did. • It progressed into kissing, cuddling, him touching me all over in bed with our clothes on. He dirty-talked a lot. I also remember that he moaned and grunted a lot, and I wasn't used to any of that. • At one point, I untied his hair and let it down and he joked that I was making sure he was really Bassnectar and not his assistant that I was meeting. • He told me about his go-go dancer friend who had fake boobs. I can't remember why. • I remember him kissing me against the wall, and he said something like, I want to fuck you against the wall and hold you up with only my dick. It was way too specific to forget. (It didn't happen, though.) • We inevitably had full-on sex after the on/off touching/kissing/talking. • He said he didn't want to wear a condom at first, but he thought he should. We did, but it felt like a test to see what I would say. • I remember that he wanted me to have an orgasm, and I instructed him which position worked best for me. • He orgasmed by having sex with me from behind and asked me to look back at him. I remember him draping his long hair over my back. How could I forget that? -_- • One of my girl friends texted me ("How are you plants doing?" was our code phrase) to check in and make sure I was okay because she knew where I was. It was monumental for me, so I told her it was great. • I sat on his lap while he looked at his laptop. • We had these deep conversations about life, and love, and the future and it seemed so real to me at the time. • I remember that I told him I was unsure if we could be boyfriend/girlfriend because he was so much older than me (I think he was 35 at the time?) • He told me about about a girl he loved named X who was also around my age. I didn't think it was that weird because I was convinced he still really liked me best, but he probably had so many "Xs" and I was just another one. • At some point, he commented on Facebook (or Twitter?) in response to someone saying he was Illuminati. Honestly, it was like we were two people hanging out because of how normal everything felt after the sexual tension was gone.

• I remember having dinner with him at the restaurant across the street and talking about wanting to be a writer and he said I CAN'T WRITE ABOUT HIM EVER. (So it wasn't normal after all.)

• I remember, back at the hotel, he asked me perverted questions like, can you show me how you make yourself orgasm? He asked me to just demonstrate on his hand so he knew what to do next time. • I don't remember much more because I wasn't planning to stay. • My other girl friend had a job interview that day and we decided to meet at the ferry to take it home together. • On my way out, he walked me to the elevator and he gave me $50 to take a cab to the ferry and to use for a cab when I came back to see him tomorrow. (For my fellow New Yorkers who doubt this story, no, that wasn't enough fare for both trips, so the amount is definitely the truth lol.)

• I went to see Bassnectar again the next day. When I asked him for the hotel address or name, he wouldn't give it to me directly. He said it was because of people stalking him or something. I don't fucking know but it was obvious confusing bullshit and I think he gave me an address that was about a block away. I think he even said he would tell the cab driver the address over the phone. There was a lot of runaround to avoid saying the exact address. (Now the reason why seems obvious.) • My details are a bit fuzzy at this point because I remember meeting him outside the hotel and going up together, but I forget why we met outside and why we were both confused about which street the other person was standing on. • We went up to the hotel room, he worked on music on his laptop, while I sat on his lap and read Trainspotting on my Kindle. • He let me listen to what he was working on, but I don't remember it. I just remember that he was working with female vocals. • He told me he had to meet his guy friend in Williamsburg because his friend was making him lobster. Looking back, it was probably another girl.

• I asked to stay because I wanted to spend more time with him. I texted my now-ex-bf (who I still lived with) that I was staying with my friend. • Bassnectar said that normally he would say no, but for some reason he agreed and left me in the room with the room key and all his stuff. He either really trusted me, or really trusted how much control he had over me to leave me with his laptop. • I left at one point to get pizza, and came back. I watched TV, but couldn't sleep. He got back some hours later and he was drunk off wine, but I just wanted to cuddle and sleep. • He jokingly thanked me for not stealing his things. • Apparently Bassnectar DOESN'T cuddle and made that a point, but he did sleep in bed with me for a bit, before moving to the other bed in the middle of the night. (There were two beds in this hotel room.) • For anyone else who had sleepovers with Bassnectar, you know that he sleeps with his own fans for the white noise. So we slept in separate beds with his own personal fans on. It was all very bizarre. • We didn't have sex this day at all.

• The next morning I went to Duane Reade while he was still sleeping so I could get toiletries and shower since the sleepover was impromptu. • He had a meeting with someone (manager?) who was supposedly coming to stay in the room later that evening? (It was probably another girl though? idk)

• When he got back, he made me go over the list of accomplishments and goals he asked me to email to him. • He told me that I shouldn't be worried about finding someone to be in love with and it should be a lower priority on my list. • He told me that I should get a job at a restaurant or American Apparel or something and get a shitty starter apartment with only girls. • He said that finding an apartment that was pet-friendly shouldn't be a priority at all. I had a pet cat so if I moved out, that meant I would have to leave my cat behind, but that didn't matter to him. • He told me that if I wanted a serious boyfriend, I shouldn't let him see my legs or have sex with him for a long time. • When he finished life-coaching me, we watched a movie together. • He chose Spring Breakers because he was supposedly asked to do the musical score for it and turned it down (that's what he told me.) • At one point in the movie, Vanessa Hudgens jokingly gestures to her friends that she's giving a blowjob, and Bassnectar said he "didn't understand why girls sucked dick." • We had sex once more, more quickly than the first time and with much less romance. I can't remember much because I just remember feeling sad about leaving soon and like he was blowing me off suddenly. • We took a shower together after.

• I packed up my stuff and before I left he gave me $1000 in cash without warning and told me I could use it to help put a down payment for an apartment or something, but I should pay him back because it would be "good for me." > Looking back, when he left for a short while that morning, it was probably to take out cash to give me when I left. • He didn't walk me to the elevator this time and he sat on his laptop while I left feeling very cheap, stupid, and crushed.

• Time passes and we talk less and less. I'm heartbroken, but still make moves to find a job and move out of my ex's ASAP. • I email Bassnectar a diatribe saying I'm feeling hurt and abandoned. I say that I felt betrayed that he made me think we were essentially going to be together after I left my boyfriend and it turned out to be all lies. • I'm having lunch with friends when he calls me and is angry saying that he told me what I should do to make my life better and that he can't just give me a job or do anything for me and that I need to do things for myself. • My friends walk over to the car where I'm on the phone and when I say I'm ready to go, he asks who I'm speaking to and I say, "my friends." • He yells at me and asks why I'm talking to him on the phone when my friends are around (he asked if he could call and I said it was okay, I didn't know we were supposed to be alone.) I tell him I will call him back. • I text him and ask to call back and his mood flipped and he's suddenly super kind and apologetic and tells me he just wants me to be independent. He reminds me that I'M the one who told HIM that he was too old for me and we can't be boyfriend and girlfriend. • I am heartbroken all over again, but I move on with my life and move out within the next month or so.

> I actually did get a waitressing job as per his suggestion and saved money from that + the grocery store I already worked at and moved to BK by August 2013. I didn't use the money he gave me at first because I thought it was a reason for us to see each other again, and I was afraid to spend it in case I couldn't earn enough to pay him back by the time I saw him. (I never saw him again, though.) > In case you're wondering, I did spend it eventually when I started to resent him for blowing me off.

• I speak to Bassnectar very rarely, and only via text. He doesn't call anymore, even when I ask. • One day while I'm at work, he sends me a video of a beach he's supposedly vacationing at. • When we DO speak, he asks for nudes, usually. • When I send them, he says he feels guilty since “he has a girlfriend” and that we should stop. • Contact is so infrequent, when we catch up about my life, he gets annoyed if I mention I'm seeing any guys, but I never think he really cares because he stopped caring about me a long time ago. (If he ever did at all.)

• I still tried for months to maintain any kind of relationship with him because I truly thought we had something special, but he was always too busy for me. It fucking sucked because he was always in the back of my mind now that I was *~independent~* like he said he wanted me to be so many times.

• One random day when I was too busy to chat with him, I remember he actually DID call me because he said he lost a sound file and wanted me to record myself saying "I really like it." A few times to use on a track. I guess I took too long to get back bc 15 mins later, he texted to say he got it from someone else. I couldn't do it anyway because I was dealing with some other personal stuff. I forgot about it soon after. • I didn't listen to the album NSVB for a long time after it came out bc I was still hurt, but when I did.... I heard that fucking sound bite in whatever song it's on (I really don't care to know) and it fucked me up. • I was conflicted thinking, shit, did I blow my last chance for "us" ? I was still hung up on this asshole as if he were just some ex because of that emotional manipulation. • Would that have solidified what we supposedly had? Or would that have just been another way he used me? I began to resent him.

• Fast forward a few months and I'm drunk with my girl friend at home and text Bassnectar for the lols. I say that I should ask him for tickets to BASSLIGHTS 2013 in VA to make up for him being such an asshole. • Surprisingly he agrees on the condition that I only go with girl friends, don't do any drugs, and say that the Tix are left for me because I interviewed him. (Don't forget that no interview ever happened!)

• Before Basslights, he texts me and even asks me what songs he should play and I don't realize he's just stringing me along. Presumably it was just another plot to hook up. • Before we leave for VA, my friend who is driving admits that one of her OTHER friends secretly knows Bassnectar so we might be able to get into some party or backstage. Sooooo I guess she was another one of his "harem" that he was having a secret relationship with. (I don't mean anything negative towards that girl/woman, just that Bassnectar probably saw us this way and was playing *at least* the two of us at this time.) • My friends and I drive from NYC to VA and miss Bassnectar's set the first night because we arrived late, but the Tix were waiting for me at the box office. • If you get Bassnectar's guest list for Basslights 2013, my real name is on there. I'm sure a lot of other girls he manipulated are on there, too. • Bassnectar texts me and asks what I think of the show and I say I missed it. • He says he was thinking of me a lot during the show. • He texts me saying I should let him "vroom vroom in my girl power." Obviously he's alluding to sex, and I show the text to the friend who was at my place when I asked him for the Tix. He won't send a cab to get me at my hotel when I say sure, though, because he "has a girlfriend" again and he would feel bad. Maybe he was annoyed that I missed his set, maybe he picked someone else, maybe he actually was with his gf? Whatever. • I told him I didn't feel comfortable texting like that anymore because he said he had a gf. • He tells me I'm a good person.

• I am so hurt that I don't answer his texts at all anymore. • We go to Basslights night 2 and I get suuuuper fucked up with my friends (because fuck him) and have an awesome time and disassociate Bassnectar from his controlling bullshit. • I ignore him all the way back to NYC and just text to say I'm home. • He sends me an URGENT text saying that his gf suddenly found out about his gross infidelity and begs me to please delete all of our emails and texts. • I'm stupid and kind and fucking over him so I do it. He knew I would because he knew I was too nice of a person not to. • Bye bye evidence, though. :( I regret deleting those emails even now because I knew this misconduct shit would come out eventually with him.

• LOTS OF TIME PASSES. Now and again, Bassnectar would text me just to say what's up and I'd barely respond. This only happened approximately once a year. • I'm pretty sure this was just to make sure he was on my good side and there wasn't a chance that I was going to expose him. • I think the last time he texted me first was all the way back in 2016.

• The last few times we spoke were when he had a cancer scare and I texted to say sorry. • When I went to Moonrise Festival, I asked if we could meet and he blew me off. It's been so long, I didn't really expect him to say yes, but it was worth a try. • When me and my friends went to Electric Zoo and he closed, I texted him saying that we couldn't hear well from where we stood and left early. I think he was offended because he replied saying that no one else complained. • The last time I spoke to him, I knew he was playing at an event near me and asked for tickets again so I could see him and he said he would be with his girlfriend. It was a one-off thing and I thought it was worth the try. •There were no cordial conversations in-between the times I contacted him at all. Just me being lonely and single and still hanging on to this idyllic version of him that never fucking existed in the first place.

• I'm much older now and I know that a lot of this happened because of choices I made, but I was 22, starstruck, in a confusing relationship, partying, and desperate for an ethereal love that I sought in that music scene.

• I bet Bassnectar specifically targeted girls like me because (at least in my case) I was depressed, pumped full of mind-altering chemicals, pretty, and lonely. He acted like I was a unique, artistic, lost soul and he made me believe that he was the only one who could save me.

• At 22, you don't realize that a man 13+ years older than you shouldn't be asking you to keep your conversations a secret from everyone, asking you for nudes, asking you to lie to/break up with your boyfriend, inviting you to hotels, offering you gifts, and straight up giving you cash that you didn't ask for.

• But that man DEFINITELY knows he's doing something wrong, otherwise he wouldn't be sharing that hush money with you, or asking you to hide and delete everything.

• Because he would text me once in a while saying something like, "You cross my mind all the time," it would be enough for me to hang on to this hope that *maybe* there was still a chance. I couldn't see that it was just another manipulation tactic that worked well on me because I was still feeling the effect of the emotional annihilation from so long ago. :(

• I loathe how he made me feel for so long and it breaks my heart to know that there are so many other girls who were taken advantage of in worse ways by this egotistical LIAR in his position of power. Seriously, Bassnectar, fuck you.

ALSO: not sure if this was his burner phone or what, but here are the last two digits of the # he always contacted me with (sent in the DM). If any other victims want to corroborate by comparing numbers... Let me know.

(I REMOVED THE SCREENSHOT OF THE PHONE NUMBER IN CASE IT VIOLATES ANY DOX RULES, BUT I CAN SEND IT TO YOU DIRECTLY IF YOU ARE CONTACT WITH ME!) :)

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#eab #bassnectar #metoo

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Final Fantasy 7 Remake: Thoughts and Ramblings

Surprised to dust this off but I want to collect my thoughts quickly now that credits are rolling on Remake:

In general, I enjoyed it quite a lot. As one of many players with a unique relationship to the original (I first “played” it watching a childhood friend over the course of several sleepovers before playing on my own and occasionally returning to it) I was skeptical. I’ve express some of that skepticism at Kotaku , a website I write at. Remakes and remasters sometimes fall short or deviate in strange ways. Remake forges its own path and I’m grateful for it.

SPOILERS AHEAD KIDDOS

So! Here’s some scattered thoughts. Maybe they end up on Kotaku, maybe not. And while I’m loathe to immediately rush to create content on a Sunday night, this game has my mind spinning. Here we go.

The characterizations in this game are very strong, perhaps stronger than the original’s Midgar section. Some of that is owed to a very bad localization in ‘97 (you can get insight into that from my former colleague Tim Rogers’ series here) but Remake takes a lot of effort to allow the cast to breathe. That can come from the ways in which Cloud alters his way of taking with Tifa, and it can come in the moment where Barrett is more explicitly an ideologue. It’s quite good even if the script has a flaw that we’ll talk about in a second.

That flaw is, frankly, that if you’ve not played the original then Remake is going to end up impenetrable in the final hours. This is particularly true once characters like Zack are brought into the fold and the visuals begin to mirror the original. (See: the hard cuts before Sephiroth and Clouds final duel mirroring the Omnislash moment from ‘97.) I don’t think that diminishes the character work here but I think that the more interesting meta-narrative stuff *so* damn crucial to this game that I can’t imagine what a newcomer will think.

Connected to this, I’ve seen folks disappointed that this is not a perfect remake but in this instance, I think that sentiment is misplaced. Valid, but shortsighted? You can’t make Final Fantasy VII today. Not in the way it existed in ‘97. Which isn’t to say the visuals or script but the context cannot be reproduced. New hardware, FMVs taking a forefront, an advertising campaign that positioned the game in competition with movies, and a cultural splash that the series hasn’t ever quite replicated. Because the weight of expectation hovers over Remake—folks have been obsessed with a new version since the PS3 tech demo stirred imagination at E3 2020—the game *needs* to be about that. To be a game about this moment, the moment gamers have waited decades for, Remake needs to be about itself in a very explicit way.

I can’t not see the Whispers and Arbiters of Fate as anything other than stand-ins for gamers, fans, and the culture as a whole. That’s an obvious reading but an undeniable one. The core question of Remake doesn’t really have much to do with the fictional stakes. It’s this: who owns Final Fantasy VII, and who owns the Remake? Is it the story tellers or the players? I have a cheat answer: it belongs to the characters. In unbinding themselves from player expectation, they claim ownership over the narrative now.

Aeris just flat out knows she’s in a sequel/alt-timeline thing. Her final line is about missing the surety of something as presumably ever present at the metal sky of Midgar’s plates.

I like the combat here more than FFXV, which isn’t saying a lot but worth saying. There’s more participation from the player. That’s it. I don’t think *more* active choice inherently makes a combat system better but it is the key reason this works better than XV.

Character swapping breaks things somewhat since enemy aggro is (save for using the provoke materia) focused on the player. Wish the combat design took this into consideration a bit more. It’s the one glaring flaw in the system.

Tifa is the most fun to play as in this game. It’s not even a contest. Starshower is overpowered as hell and Chi Trap rules. Love using her to increase the potency of the stagger meter when the time comes.

Fights do get occasionally Too Busy. Airbuster is a big culprit here. Too many phases for what was essentially a jobber of a boss in the original game.

Train Graveyard section is an atrocious pace killer as well. Again: “too many notes.”

I never found the Nail Bat and that was a bit of a bummer.

I tweeted out a quote from Barrett this weekend and it made the rounds. In general, for this game, Barrett works best in this revolutionary mode even if certain scenes (Shinra middle manager for instance) deploy visual language that’s dated. Of any character, he has the highest highs and lowest lows. Not surprising.

re: that tweet some folks kinda lost their shit about it(?) but I think the quote still holds. Remake does a good job of showing *individuals* within Shinra but Barrett does rightly note they are complicit to an extent in Shinra’s crimes. You can disagree with what Barrett does about it but that’s 100% true. Sorry, not sorry. (The discourse today was just a hassle frankly. Multiple things can be true at once, but I don’t think Twitter is a place where that’s ever acknowledged.) Whatever eventual regrets he might feel about methodology in ‘97′s script, he’s not wrong on this individual point. I’m interested to see where he goes as a character when it comes to all this.

Kinda related to the above, Remake arguably does a better job than ‘97 showing the alternative to Shinra. It’s the communal nature of the individual sectors. It’s the Neighborhood Watch and local leaders in Sector 7, the trio in Wall Market. Remake rejects Shinra’s autocracy and favors the various slums communes. This is made ever more clear by how little of Reeve we see in this script. Who are the leaders shaping life into a passable experience in Midgar? It’s not the Urban Planning guy with the cat robot.

Also: hey, is that Cait Sith in the plate drop cutscene? Yep! Hope you played the original or there’s just this sad cat that shows up for 4 four seconds.

Is he a Chad? Well, he’s Chad-ley...

Not sure what to think of the Wutai stuff being more explicit but it feels right for 2020 for a variety of reasons. I’ve never been too interested in FF7′s realpolitik tho. It’s not really much of an expansion so much as a background element but one that’s deployed a bit lazily.

Roche owns in a way I was not expecting. He’s a balls to the wall anime motherfucker and I kinda love him? I’m really, really surprised that (as far as I could tell) he didn’t even come back for the final bike sequence tho.

I don’t really have the energy to litigate or talk about Wall Market much. I think it’s better than the original but pandering in the sense that it’s a very safe and commodified version of queerness. I appreciate that Nomura and folks looked at the original and were like “well, we can’t do *that*” but it doesn’t quite land for me.

That said: “yes, I know, nailed it,” is a fantastic line with a fantastic read from Cloud’s English VA.

Hell House announcers rule. Hell House fight? Kinda terrible actually.

Nice shout out to Kunsel in Shinra Tower. Crisis Core is a messy game but I like Tabata’s work a lot. Even the messy stuff, which is most of it. That game’s story is bonkers but I like Zack and I actually like the idea of the Digital Mind Wave as a mechanic. If nothing else, Squeenix lost a pretty exciting designer when he left.

Less nice? This game’s tendency to pad out dungeons. The whole approach to the Sector 5 reactor comes to mind. Train fight then tunnels then sun lamps then reactor. It’s a lot. Also: all of the extra Hojo stuff. I know we’re padding out like 5 hours but some of the sections could have been abbreviated. Probably would have made the game better.

Even less nice? Zack’s English voice actor. Maybe the only voice actor I didn’t like. Really miss Rick Gomez on this one.

Conversely, Red XIII? They nailed it. 11/10. Nanaki, I love you so much.

Counterstance is an amazing move and I can’t want to carry that over into Hard Mode.

The Jenova fight fuckin’ ripped. I was a bit huffy when I learned through leaks that there was a Jenova fight (since the first fight in the original is on the boat to Costa Del Sol) but this was a great set piece. One of the moments where everything worked.

Also good: Rufus fight. Bad: losing Rufus’ speech to the party.

Not a ton more thoughts right now? Sephiroth fight was good although for all his presence in the story I think we suffer without the full Nibelheim flashback to round things out. In all really liked it. Want to play again pretty much immediately. Will write something more cogent for the site I guess? Got a few ideas. But yeah! entered as skeptic and left mostly a believer on this one.

#final fantasy vii remake #spoilers

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mjrwritesalot · 5 years ago

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The Con that Started it All

365 Days of Jensen - Day 1 Jensen X Reader (eventual) Words 2134 A/N: reviving my 365 days of Jensen series - and reediting it since tumblr was a jerk..

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“How the hell do you manage to keep up, especially being pregnant?”

You let out a laugh and shake your head. “I guess I’m just used to it. I’ve got three more at home, and they’re all mobile and busy.” You finally had some time off, and after spending the first day of Vegas Con alone, you decided to join up with your friends and their activities. Allison and Kori had been more than happy to include you in on their activities for the day, and between the few panels you wanted to see on the first day, you had been quite busy. “I want to know how you were able to sing that song at Karaoke last night.” You look to Allison who had stopped to take a drink of water. She looks to her girlfriend and smiles. “You’re used to it?” “Yes, and when I can drink, you should see me belt those songs. Inhibitions are out the window.” You laugh. “Oh, I’m getting hungry. We should stop in here. I heard they’re really good.” You point to Hash House, and give them a nod. “Yes! We must feed the pregnant lady!” Kori laughs, pointing to the sky as if making a declaration. “Maybe you should call Toula and David, wake them up and have them join us. (Y/N) would love to meet them.” You shrug your shoulders. “Well, Toula sounds Greek and Greek people are really cool people, so I’m down with meeting some more new friends.”

“So, we’ve been talking. Since you’re pregnant, we can’t really tell what type of fan you are?” David asks after you had finished lunch. You were all digesting and just sitting around. You give him a surprised chuckle, which made his wife Toula elbow him hard in the ribs. “What do you mean?” “Don’t scare off new friends David, why do you ask every supernatural fan how big of a fan they are? They wouldn’t be here if they weren’t big fans.” “But then there’s big fans, who like go to every convention and event and thing they do, or there’s the first timer. And I can’t pinpoint who you are.” You smile at David and shrug your shoulders. “WAIT!” Kori squeals. “It’s your first con? How did I not know this?” “Guilty as charged. I got on the website and picked the closest one to where my sister lives. And it happened to be Supernatural or Stranger Things, and I never got into that show. I’ll stay with my sister before I fly out to Austin. This seemed smartest.” “You’re a con virgin. This is so awesome.” Toula laughs, giving Allison a high five. “I’m betting that you’ve lost your con virginity then, by the way you’re acting?” you ask. “Uh huh. Went to Vegas last year. This’ll be my second.” Allison said. “It’s Kori’s first, and we met Toula last year.” “And it’s my third. David’s second. I dragged him along last year and he seems to like it. Maybe borderline obsessed.” Toula looks to her husband and gives him a face. David rolls his eyes and leans forward, making it a point to only include you in his next question. “Since you just picked the closest one, are you even a Supernatural fan? Like are you current to what’s aired?” he asks. “Yeah. I’m current. Dean died and went to hell, right?” you laugh at his perplexed look. “I’m kidding. I’ve got a thirteen year old. She’s obsessed with Supernatural. We had to get cable so she can watch it that night.” “I still don’t believe it and I’ve known you for over a decade. You look good for having a thirteen year old. And really young.” Allison smiles. “Like what can I do to have good genes when I’ve got a thirteen year old?” “How old do y’all think I am? I could be ancient.” “Mid twenties.” Toula nods with everyone. “Close enough. Thirty one. Had my oldest at eighteen.”

After two days of non stop fun, after Saturday night and the concert, you were tired and ready for a few minutes alone to your thoughts.

Once you were done at the convention, you would fly out of Vegas, and start your new life with your kids, in a new city and a new state. Everyone told you that Austin Texas was the perfect place for the art scene, and your small business would flourish. Then you found out you were pregnant and it changed everything quickly. Your parents took your girls and drove your moving van to Texas while you had one last weekend to yourself. Your ex didn’t want to be a father any more, and wanted to head off on his own adventure with his newest model. Granted you were only thirty one, and you’ weren’t old by standards – it hurt that he replaced you and his daughters for someone else. After a long talk with Harper your oldest, and then Sage and Piper your baby – you finally felt ready to get back to the group and have fun.

“You look like you could use some company. You okay?” You look up to watch Jensen Ackles – the Jensen Ackles – placing a can of sprite in front of you. “Yeah. Not sure actually.” You sigh, putting down your phone. “I can leave.” You wait a few seconds, weighing the options in front of you. Being alone to sit in your thoughts, or spend a few minutes – even if it’s a few – with Jensen Ackles. “No. No. I could actually use some company.” You lean back, showing off your four month bump a little better. “No husband with you?” he pulls out a chair and sit with you. “No husband.” You look up at him with a smile, but in a second he can tell how fake your smile is. “Uh oh. Someone in the dog house?” “No. I actually don’t have a husband. He didn’t think his daughters or I were good enough for him.” He let’s out a loud exhale. “Shit. I’m sorry I – ” “It’s okay. I’ve had about three months to get used to the idea of single parenting.” You rub your stomach a few times and accept the cup of sprite, taking a long sip. “How far along are you?” He leans back and takes a drag of his beer and puts the bottle down. “Four months.” “Damn, what an asshole.” You laugh and tap your cup to his glass. “Can’t say I disagree. But enough about me, what are you doing here of all places?” “It’s small, quiet. Good drinks. Pretty company.” You scoff, trying to wave him off. “No. I’m serious. You’re pretty. And the company I’d rather have.” “What, Jared not pretty enough?” you laugh. “Yeah, he’s okay. But again, you’re prettier.” “Well,” you motion to the empty booth and table you were at. “I am so busy. So, I don’t know how much attention I’ll pay to you.” “Okay, so you’re sarcastic and sassy. Tell me, are you team Dean or team Sam? Keep you busy dodging my question.” “How do you know that I’m here for the convention?” He laughs and looks down. “I would have not asked, but you’ve got a bracelet on for the panels today. I assumed.” “Well, you know what assume spells, right?” You lean forward as much as your stomach lets you and give him a big smile. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Seriously. Because if you’re a Sam girl, I won’t even waste my time.” “Oh no. Don’t go. I actually like you, despite your shorter stature.” You smile. “Short. Woman.” He shakes his head, but glances at you as you start to laugh. “Tell you what. You guess. I have a thirteen year old who’s obsessed with Supernatural and I let her name our new dogs. If you guess right, I’ll tell you what team I’m on.” “Only if I can see what kind of dogs they are to wager my guess.” He replies. “You just want my phone.” You counter. You don’t know where your confidence was coming. You usually had to be drunk to talk this boldly with a guy – especially Jensen. “Maybe I do. Maybe I want to give you my number.” He holds out his hand, almost expecting you to give him the phone. “Aren’t you married?” you ask. “No. I’m not. So you aren’t a rabid fan, because they obviously know I’m divorced.” “No offense Jansen,” you make it a point to mess up his name, and he smiles and shakes his head. “I’ve got three girls, one’s a teen and I’ve got one on the way. I have no time to Google you and find out all about your life. If I’m ever curious, I’ll have Harper do it.” “You have a teenager?” he asks skeptically. “How old are you?” “You know that’s like the worst thing you can ask a woman, right?” you take a sip of your drink and lean back. “Like, no one asks a girl their age. We give it to you if we’re feeling nice.” “Come on, I’m terrible at guessing.” “Fine, I’ll give you a clue. I was a senior in high school when I had my oldest.” “And she’s a teen?” he asks. You nod slowly. “Well, if she’s just in her first year of being a teen, she’d be thirteen. So I’m guessing you’re twenty–nine, thirty?” “Impressive. Low balling my age. I like.” You laugh. “You’re older?” you nod. “Thirty–one?” “Bingo. Good guessing, for being such a terrible guesser.” You tease. “Now, here’s the phone, those are my dogs on the background. Let’s see if you can guess these guys’ name.” “Well,” he pauses, and you can tell he’s typing something into your phone. You’re sure that he’s putting his number in. “I’d like to think that you’re a Dean girl, so I’m going to guess that one is at least Winchester. Baby?” “Nope. Well, one you got right, the other not so much.” “Well, the Pit Bull looks like a Winchester. Tough guy.” He laughs. “Although you are correct with the name, he’s an absolute pansy.” You reply. “Hmmmm, so I’m thinking that German shepherd is actually a girl, and your daughter named her Ellen. Or Jo.” “Nope. Not a girl. It’s a boy.” You correct. “I picked two boy dogs just because we have enough estrogen in our house.” “Okay. Okay. How about Dean?” he asks with a laugh. He takes a drink and leans back. “Not bad for being bad at guessing. The kids love calling out “Dean Winchester” and people see two dogs running towards us. Just as funny as my mom thought it’d be funny calling two of her horses Bradley and Cooper.” “You’re joking…” “I wish I were. There was a time when my family was normal. Then my daughter wanted to name the dogs, and it all went downhill from there.” He lets out a deep chuckle and sighs. “Care if I join you?” “Isn’t that what you’re already doing Jansen?” “No. I’m sitting off to the side. Can I join you in the booth?” “Ah,” you put your legs down, offering the space next to you. “I guess so.”

“Hey, we need to get you to bed. You have a panel tomorrow. Multiple panels.” You look down to your phone just in time to see it turn to 3:00 AM. “Wow, would you look at that. Time has sure passed quickly.” “Well, that’s what you get when you have good company. Thanks for keeping me company. I needed it.” “Just think, you fly out Monday. Maybe we’ll arrive the same time?” “Oh, so you’re leaving Vegas on Monday?” you ask skeptically. You still give him a smile, even though your voice gives off the tone that you don’t believe him. “Maybe. Maybe I’d be at the airport to give you a hug when you arrive. I don’t know. I like that you’re going to be in Austin.” “Austin’s a big city. I highly doubt we’ll see each other.” “You have my number,” he stands and helps you out of the booth. After throwing a large number of bills down on the table, he walks with you slowly out of the bar. “Okay, true. I’ve got your number, but you don’t want to get in the middle of my drama.” You point to your stomach and look down. “Don’t make that decision for me, please?” he stops you from walking and holds your hands in his. You let out a big sigh and smile, starting to pull away from him and head towards where your room was. “Okay, fine. Southwest, Monday night. 9:35. If you want to be there.” “See you tomorrow pretty girl,” he replies, finally letting you walk off.

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