#online modern house design

[bungalowmakers]

Bungalow Makers is the leading company when we talk about house plans. Bungalow Makers not only provides you with house plans but is also ready to give you unlimited time changes with technical support. Our architect and interior designers team first talk with you about your requirements then we give you an exact and outstanding result. 

[stairset]

I had Spider-Man 2 mailed to my house when I pre-ordered it and it hasn't arrived yet so I've just been spending my entire day dodging spoilery Youtube thumbnails like Tobey Maguire dodging Green Goblin's razor bats in slo-mo in that one scene.

[bloominheresy]

After being inspired by Kj's Band AU months back, I have decided to also throw my hat into the rink! (👉ﾟヮﾟ)👉

I only have Narinder and Leshy's streetwear designed so far, but anyways!! Lore drop time YYYYEAAAAH

An Eternal Vessel for a Voice AU ( Bishops ):

Legally recognized foster family, all used to live in one house until a few years prior to the current timeline

Shamura the eldest sibling, estimated 35 yrs old, is the founder of their own rapidly growing tech company. They used to be a super popular anonymous producer online but retired to pursue the challenge of technological innovations + support their siblings as the main breadwinner of the family

Kallamar (30-ish) used to work at a private clinic as a doctor and also supported the household, but has since parted from the household to watch over Heket

Heket at her early twenties is currently touring the lands and is a well-renowned vocalist known for her deep and powerful growls and control (think Ado!); doesn't want to return home just yet in order to heal from the rift caused by a certain event

Leshy (18) is still a high schooler on his last year; one of those 'stupidly smart without studying' type of kids who has too much free time on his hands and uses it to indulge himself in art and anime weeb stuff HAHAHA he got gifted a drawing tablet by Kallamar for his birthday and has been obsessed in exploring the art medium

Narinder (24) finished college a few years back, but a certain event made him a social shut-in for a while, taking care of the house now instead and being the only sibling Leshy loves to constantly annoy since Shamura often comes home late and barely has time to stay for the weekends. He has a great passion for music producing thanks to Shamura's influence growing up and has been using his spare time at home to hone his craft and post his work online

They all have social media accs Twitter Narinder and Leshy's mascots / pfps uses their crowns; Leshy is actually the artist for many of Narinder's album covers and music videos and is often seen bantering online on the TL even if they're literally in the same house most of the time 💀

This one is just self-indulgent and projecting but Narinder loathes the idea of socializing in order to collab with other online musicians so he forced himself to learn how to play the piano so that he could just use VSTs (virtual instruments) instead to cover all other parts his songs would need BWAHAHAHA ( I wish I knew how to play piano for the same reason :') )

Adding onto here some more Nari and Leshy-specific hcs:

Magic doesn't exist in this Modern AU, so Narinder's eyes are an olive green, and his third eye has been replaced with an oddly symmetrical scar he got from an accident years back

Leshy's social media handle (@chervx888_) is based on the romanized spelling of worm in Russian, while all the 8's are meant to represent a lot of eyes

Leshy has once bursted into Narinder's room, phone in hand, to proclaim with his volume turned up to eleven: "BRO, BABY GRONK JUST CALLED OUT THE RIZZLER TO FIGHT HIM IN THE BOXING RING"

Leshy is really REALLY nearsighted but refuses to wear the prescription glasses he was given since it looks "uncool" to his classmate friend group consisting of the Darkwood mini bosses

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Be warned that I need to add another set of woody horns on Leshy to match his sprite... but. BUT- what if... the third set starts growing out or something later down the line.... (no clie, just add the third set instead doubling down)

Anyways, this AU is meant to reference popular JP entertainment media online! NicoDouga, Vtubers, Vocaloid, Utaites, JPop, and much more!

[pixelglam]

hey amelie! i just wanted to ask, how long did it take for you to learn how to build? did you watch youtube tutorials or anything like that? idk, i’ve always wanted to build a house for my own sims but it’s so hard for me to like what i’ve made. did you feel this way too? do you have any tips? sorry i’m such a yapper 😭 have a great day! <3

Hello! Watching simmers like bojanasims, lilsimsie and simlicy on youtube helped me a lot especially when I started building lots myself about one and a half years ago! I listed a few tips for you below!

I also received a similar message from another anon so I'll be answering both here. 🤍

'hiii i recently discovered your yt channel and i love your builds. how did you improve your building skills and how do you make your builds so realistic? 🩵'

Study Real Architecture: Look at real-life houses, apartments, and buildings to understand architectural styles, layouts, and details. This can give you inspiration and ideas for your own builds. My favorites are pinterest and real estate/architect websites.

Plan Your Build: Before starting, come up with a plan and layout for the build. Decide on the overall style (modern, traditional, etc.), number of rooms, color scheme and any special features you want to include.

Get Acquainted with The Basics: Understand the basic tools and controls in Build Mode. Practice using the wall tool, room tool, roof and terrain tools to create a solid foundation for all your builds. There are a lot of really informative tutorials on youtube! (important for beginners)

Pay Attention to Scale and Proportions: Ensure that rooms, windows, doors, and furniture are proportionate to each other. This helps in creating a realistic and cohesive look.

Use Realistic Colors and Textures: Choose colors and textures that are realistic and complement each other well. Consider the overall color scheme of the house and how different materials blend together.

Add Detailing: Pay attention to small details like trim around windows and doors, roof overhangs, and landscaping. These details can make a big difference in the overall appearance of your build.

Experiment with Roofing and Terrain: Roofs and landscaping can significantly impact the realism of your build. Experiment with different roof shapes, angles, and materials. Use terrain tools to create realistic slopes and landscaping features.

Furnish Thoughtfully: When furnishing your builds, think about how real people would use the space. Arrange furniture in a way that makes sense functionally and aesthetically.

Utilize Custom Content (CC): Explore custom content to expand your options for building, furniture and decorative items. This can often help to create a more realistic look as well.

Seek Feedback and Learn from Others: Share your builds in sims discord groups or on Simblr to ask for feedback and look for inspiration. Look at tutorials and speed builds by other players/creators to learn new techniques and tricks. (please don't copy or steal other people's builds to post online though)

Practice Regularly: Like any skill, building in The Sims 4 improves with practice. Experiment with different styles and challenge yourself with more complex builds over time.

Have Fun and Be Creative: Building in The Sims 4 is a creative outlet, so enjoy the process and don't be afraid to try new things in your designs.

[seancekitsch]

Can't Stand Me Now: a modern Aegon x Stark! reader fic

CHAPTER SIX: House of Jealous Lovers

series masterlist here

warnings for the series: smut, smoking, drinking, friends to strangers to lovers, angst, fluff

You wake up next morning to snoring in your ear and 97 notifications on your phone. Without even looking at it, you know exactly what they are. Fuck. Your stomach turns, as if you’re about to be sick. You pull on Aegon’s arm, fit snug around you, as you turn in his grasp. You’d forgotten his penchant for both clinging and spooning; now you lay victim to both, as you feel the walls close in on you. 

“Aeg,” you attempt to rouse him, and his brows furrow, but his eyes don’t open.

“Aeg!” this time louder, and he flinches. The fucker is awake. 

“Aegon,” you laugh, pressing kisses all over his face until he cracks a smile, pushing you away gently. 

“Already suffocating me, woman,” he jokes, swatting your hair away from his face, “Who knew you were so needy?” 

“Aegon, we’re fucked,” you tell him, voice cracking as you speak. The levity of the moment disappears for you, fear now bone deep. 

“No? We did fuck,” he responds, “and we’re gonna fuck again if you let me.”

You reach around for your phone, shoving it screen first into his face. He groans, reading and scrolling through a few of them before tossing your phone down towards the edge of the bed. He throws his head back as he grimaces, and pulls you into his chest. 

“Why do they have to ruin this? Me and Sunfyre just got you back! Can we please ignore it and just stay here all day?” He whines, and part of you wants to agree. You’d made up for lost time, you’re finally back in Aegon’s orbit and now his bed. Something feels sacred and right about this, and you’d like for nothing more than to lounge around naked all day with him, maybe only putting on clothes to smoke on the balcony or order door dash. 

“We weren’t careful enough,” you mumble, burying your face into his neck. You squeeze your eyes shut, tightly knitting your eyelashes together. 

“Sure, but at least I only saw pictures of us kissing.”

And he’s at least half right, that is a genuine relief you feel all the way into your spine. At least there are not pictures of Aegon fucking you on his fingers for the entire internet and your family to see. Part of your dignity is saved, amidst the swirling insults and cheating rumors at which you are in the forefront. Somehow, the vicious names are not hurled nearly as much as Aegon, but you know why. 

“Can you make like… I don’t know,” you sigh, your mind drifting to your shop, “Like one of those awfully corny instagram posts to clear the air?”

You ask that, as if you don’t know his grandfather is probably going to chew him out, as if this doesn’t give his half sister more fuel to the fire in the company. He doesn’t want it anyway, he just wants his lifestyle. She can be CEO as long as he has his flat and his shoes and his car. But you have your own reputation, your own livelihood to think about. This cannot be good for sales, cannot be good for online reviews, cannot be good for social media. While you don’t make your face a symbol of your brand, it’s not hard to make connections, and a lot of your sales base knows who you are. There’s a very real chance your buyers will believe the rumors and will take their business elsewhere. There’s a chance connections will not want to work with you, bigger stores will not want to stock your designs. 

“Are you kidding? Me? PR friendly?” Aegon jokes, but your silence stops him from laughing. It’s bigger than just the two of you, and he is adept and understanding your moods in particular. He pushes your hair away from your face, and then pulls you out of his neck, your eyes still squeezed shut. 

“Stark?” he asks, his thumb rubbing gentle lines back and forth on your cheekbone. 

You only shake your head. You refuse to cry over this. Refuse to let whatever anyone says get to you in a way that matters. You know what has transpired between you and Aegon. He is warmth that brings you in like a moth to the flame, 

“Hey, hey I can post,” he reassures you, his voice a little panicked. Great, now you feel bad about that too. You open your watery eyes for him, your pout hard to hide. His face is marred with worry, the faint scar under his eye appearing deeper, more garish. His eyes hold nothing but comfort and concern for you. 

“Listen, whatever I can do to help you.”

And he’s sincere when he says it. You nod to him, understanding. He visibly un-tenses when you acknowledge him, and moves into action. 

Aegon releases you from his hold, only to lean back and reach behind himself to grab his own phone set on his charger. He flinches when he sees his screen, probably a similar barrage of texts, calls, and notifications. His thumbs move quickly, tapping against the screen as he scrawls out a note, swiping occasionally when you assume notifications come up. You curiously look at your own phone, and note ten texts from your family group chat, sixteen from the group from last night, and literally hundreds of notifications on your instagram. That one will be its own monster. You only click on the group chat from last night, support and memes light up the screen. If anything, you have them. 

Aegon shifts, sitting up while still furiously typing, his brows knitted together and tongue peeking out from between his chapped lips. You want to whine at the loss of his warmth, but the sight of him stops you. He looks beautiful with the way the sunlight reaches and sets ablaze his silver hair. 

He turns the phone towards you, his brows raised as he waits for you to read it. 

It’s an instagram post, the picture being the same one that he left in your jacket, his favorite.

The caption reads:

“There are many rumors lately, surrounding myself and those I hold dear. While attempting to maintain privacy, I had no way of knowing that the timeline of my personal relationships would remain public interest. My friends and family are deserving of the utmost respect and space. Any ‘faults’ or ‘blames’ should be leveled at me for any misconceptions you may have. Please respect the privacy of my best friend.”

“How is that?” he asks, the same tone of voice he used to have when showing you papers for revision. Aegon and writing have never truly mixed, self expression usually difficult and too vulnerable for him. You look from the caption to him, and back down and up again. It’s hard to voice what you think about the caption. It says a lot, not enough to fully dispel rumors, but it is a public defense of you. 

“I find it weird that you can be this eloquent hungover, and yet sober you send me fuckboy DMs grammatical errors.”

Aegon laughs, full and loud, his chest heaving with each howl and cackle as he pulls you back in close to him. 

“Shut up! I’m being helpful,” he manages to gasp as he calms himself down, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he presses post on his screen. 

“Thank you,” you tell him, your voice still small but that heavy weight of anxiety lifted from your chest.

“I think it’ll work,” he tells you, and you believe him. 

“At least maybe our phone batteries,” you agree, and settle into his embrace. It’s a stale sort of happy that drapes a veil over the two of you. You are finally comfortable, finally full again, but this is also the end of something. You can never go back now, pandora’s box opened. It’s a shame really, that you never got to have a bubble of secrecy with Aegon. You would have liked to at least fuck him ten times before the media caught wind of it. You would have liked to design a few green and gold pieces with him in mind before it went public. “It” also being so weird to you. Just yesterday it didn’t exist yet. 

“Can you promise me something?” he asks, whispered, as if his voice might break the spell. 

“Of course.”

“This changes nothing, yeah?”

Of course it does, everything changes now. Your routines, your social lives, your security, your careers, even the relationship will change. It’s futile for him to ask this, but you grant him the promise anyway. Change will not be all bad, especially with Aegon by your side. 

He kisses you instead of saying anything, but this kiss is not like the ones from last night. There’s something deeply desperate with this one, something needing and aggressive in the way his lips find yours. You oblige, parting your lips as you pull him against you, the pair of phones and their vibrating ignored for the heady scent of sweat mixing with day old perfume and cologne. His tongue sweeps across the edge of your teeth, his hands pull and grope at you. Aegon moves quickly, maneuvering himself over you and propping himself up on his elbows. You move your tongue against his, a mouths dancing in sync with one another as your hands tangle in his hair. Aegon’s leg slots between your own, definitively trapping you beneath him. His hands move down, rough hands on soft skin, and pinches a nipple, rolling the bud between his fingertips and you moan into his mouth.  Your hands travel down his bare back, trying weakly to press him to you, the need for his body against yours quickly overtaking your senses again. It’s almost unbelievable, the way your body seeks out his, the way your body has remembered his and what makes him tick. 

“Aegon, please,” you beckon him, and he dips himself down, his length hard and heavy as he ruts agains the apex of your thighs. Your hips buck against him, naturally responding to the need for friction, the need for Aegon. 

“You want me?” he asks, mumbled against your lips. 

“Yeah.”

“You need me?”

“Aegon!” you sigh, exasperated. Of course you need him, of course he doesn’t make this easy for you. He gives in though, shifting until hes got both of his legs firmly between yours, his hips spreading your thighs. He humps against you, his chest brushing against pert nipples with each thrust. His breathing is heavy already, exhaustion from a long night seeping from him like sweat.

“Gonna fuckin,” he interrupts himself, the head of his cock catching on your entrance, your breath hitches in anticipation, “fffuckin’ split you open, baby.”

You moan at his words, hitching your knees up to spread yourself even further for him. His head catches on your entrance a second time as his hips tilt, this time slowly sinking into you. He drops his head onto you when he bottoms out, groaning at the feeling of being completely flush within you. 

He waits to thrust, panting as he gets used to the feeling of you. It’s almost overwhelming, being so full, being so bent up beneath him. Even his breathing as him brushing against the most sensitive spots in you. Stars already form behind your eyes. 

“Aegon, please,” you beg him again, no further explanation needed in your desire for him. He rises up off of you again, his hands planted on either side of your waist as he begins thrusting, slow and deep. He pulls himself almost completely out, then pushes in slowly, roughly bottoming out into you each time. It’s a bruising pace, harsh and perfect. Aegon reaches down, keeping his pace as his hand finds your clit. He rubs quick circles, almost painful compared to the slowness of his thrusts, a deadly combination. Your breath hitches as you gasp, as if each rotation of his fingers pulls the air from your frame.

“Aegon!” you cry, a strangled sob getting caught in your throat.

“There she is,” he urges, nodding as he speeds up the pace of his fingers, “Gimme one.”

He does not need to convince you, each time you squeeze your eyes shut you see the static of stars, each clenching of your muscles sending your nerves alight. Aegon presses harder on your clit, stilling his hips as he holds you in place; Holding you to climax around him.

Aegon more or less forces your climax out of you, holding you in place to spasm and contact beneath him. He encourages you through it, praising you and moaning and begging you to keep going. He doesn’t let up until tears form in the corner of your eyes, silent pleading replacing the moans and yelps from your lips. He kisses you softly, gently, breathing life back into you. You reach up to caress his face, cupping his cheek as he holds you.

It’s only when he’s completely sure that you’re ready to go again that he moves; this time his thrusts are faster, and it’s clear to you that this one is for him.

He ruts into you quickly, short shallow thrusts, but the way he scrunches his brows looks more like frustration than pleasure. He keeps at it, quickening and slowing his pace, changing his angle, pressing his fingers on your clit. You pinch his nipples, you arch into his movements.

No matter what, the frustration remains.

And then you recall Aegon’s penchant for pain. Shaking, you reach your hand up, palm flat.

“This okay?”

Furrowed brows, and then confirmation.

You strike him, contact cracking through the air like lightning.

“Again,” he begs, his eyes pricking with unshed tears.

You strike him again, this time your hand stays on his cheek, rubbing the skin and soothing the area.

Aegon’s hips jerk and stutter, a sign that the slap was exactly what he needed. He pumps into invigorated, his hand once again rubbing tight circles on your clit. Your arms snake around his neck and your legs hook around his waist at the ankles, holding him to you. He looks at you with pure love and desperation.

“Give me one more, please,” Aegon begs, the red mark on his face deepening as he grits his teeth, “Please.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant, a prayer. Your arms around his neck pull him closer to you, breath mingling as you grab him in for a kiss.

He comes with a groan, loud and wanton, his pleasure crept up on him not unlike your own. He kisses you as he works himself through it, and you, a weaker second climax.

Aegon collapses on top of you as he finishes, lazily pulling your legs from around his waist and he maneuvers you to lay together. He pants as if he’s run a marathon, sweaty and heavy on top of you.

Besides his exhaustion, he still presses kisses into your skin, still pushes hair from your face, cradles your body to his.

“It’ll be alright, Stark.”

And for the third time this morning, you believe him.

[komitomi]

May I request a modern au of Kaveh having to teach his online class with a vibrator inside his ass and his s/o edges him underneath his desk?

OH MY GOD YES!!!! I got a bit too carried away and it's not exactly the same but I hope you enjoy it <3

Kaveh x GN!reader.

MDNI, NSFW CONTENT.

warnings: this is kind of short, blowjob, handjob(?), voyeurism (not sure if it counts as that), both are switches I guess, edging (m.), teasing, p in hole, p with no plot, cumming inside, no protection (wrap it irl pls), not proofread!

wordcount: 947

Kaveh was trying so hard to not make it obvious, biting his lips as he's teaching his online class about 3d design and showing slides, explain how a certain software can be used to to design houses, his voice cracked in the middle from time to time and he tried not to make any lewd expression as his camera was on.

Unbeknownst to students who were attending his class innocently, they didn't notice how deeply their teacher was breathing, thank god his mic was shitty and doesn't pick up sensitive sounds, if not the students would've heard the vibrating noise.

You were in control of it, underneath his desk, changing it's mode from time to time, making him gasp and shake visibly, as you palm his clothed cock.

“you're next p-pr-project is to create a 3rd model in this s-ahh-oftware.” his voice cracks as he let's out a gasp, “sir? are you okay?” one of his students ask, making him panic and he quickly nods his head, “yes, I am f-fine, just– it's just I'm sick, so– my voice cracks.” he tries to come up with a reason, while you just smirk at him.

You unzip his pants making his eyes widen before he quickly turns off his camera and looks at you, ‘what are you doing?’ he whispers, making sure the mic doesn't pick it up and you look up at him innocently as stroke his hard dick, making him throw his head back before licking the tip.

He throws his arms over his mouth to cover up the moan he almost let out, breathing and panting heavily as you suck him off underneath his desk.

“Sir? Your camera is off.” a student says, “Y-yeah, it's cause— uh– fuck.” he says and his student raises an eye brow, confused, “I knocked the webcam off on accident– fucking stupid of me.” he says, pretending he's annoyed before his student nods and goes back to taking notes.

Your tongue swirls around his cock, sucking him, up and down, in and out, taking all of his sweet length, you feel his legs clenching, telling you that he's close, you immediately turn off the vibrator and stop sucking which makes him frustrated.

He looks down at you, glaring at your smirking face as you wait a couple of seconds before turning it on again and getting to work once more.

“Uh- note all of these down– ha– in your notes, they're very important q-questions.” he tells his class, as his shaking hands scroll to the next page in his screensharing.

You suck on him faster making lewd noises as his pants heavily, biting his arm so suppress all noise, “Mr. Kaveh? Are you okay? We heard a squelching sound just now.” his student points out which makes kaveh panic before he grab you by your head, making you halt your movements.

“I was grabbing a drink– haha,” he says trying to mimic a sucking noise pretending like he's drinking from a straw which makes you almost burst out into laughter.

“Sir you can't just grab a drink in the middle of the class!” one of his student jokes, trying to mimic what kaveh says when he catches a student eating which makes kaveh let out a deep chuckle.

“Uh kids, I'm gonna– leave for the bathroom for a bit, behave.” he says before muting his mic and turning to you, you smirk at him before setting the vibrator to the highest in his ass and start sucking on his dick, massaging his balls as he spreads his legs wider, throwing his head back in pleasure.

He grabs you by your hair and thrusts into your mouth, pushing you further down his cock making you choke and grab onto his thighs for support, dropping the vibrator control from your hand.

“f-fuck, couldn't you at least wait? class will be over in 5 minutes, you'll pay for this.” he sneers at you and you give a cheeky smile before forcefully pulling away from his cock even though he tries to make you stay here.

“Oh shut up, you're all talk.” you say and gently stroke his cock, his orgasm was near once again until you abruptly stop once again, he let's out a frustrated grunt, oh he's mad now.

He unmutes his mic, “Class is dismissed, something came up.” he says, not even waiting for his students response before leaving the zoom meeting and closing at the tabs before his attention shifts to you.

He pulls you up by your hair, making you wince and claw at his hand, picking up the vibrator controller along the way before he forces you down on his lap, prying your hands open to take the controller and set it to a setting he prefers before throwing it away so you can't be in control.

He raises you up before lining his cock against your hole before shoving it in, you yelp, he instantly cums at the sheer feeling of you clenching around him. You let out a loud moan, bouncing on his cock, chasing your own orgasm.

He thrusts upwards inside you, he's overstimulated, still coming down from his high, while the vibrator is still inside him, it rips another orgasm out of him making him gasp as he lays his head on your shoulder.

“You came 2 times in 5 minutes, what a slut.” you mock him, which makes him look up at you, and start thrusting fast into you, making you throw your head back as you reach your orgasm as well, clenching around him as your cum trails down onto his thighs, he looks up at your lewd expression.

“Who's the slut now?”

[thepossumwrites]

Glad You're Home, Asshole

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader (no gender specific language used)

Word Count: 1,640

Warnings: swearing, reader is american and a streamer

A/N: this is so self indulgent. the time period is modern obviously, since the reader is a streamer, but Draco and reader are in their like . . . 20's-30's. just dont worry about it

this might become a little one shot series, not sure. currently hyperfixating

The Ministry was probably the most boring place in the world. 

Draco Malfoy sat back in his office chair, sighing deeply. That would have to be enough for today. He closed the book he was looking through, setting it off to the side. There were so many archaic laws still to sort through, Hermione was right when she told him it would most likely take him years of diligent work. Still, he was grateful for it. This was what he was good at, the superfluous language, the knowledge of what went through the minds of a group of aristocratic wizards. His job was to put the past into the present and hand that information over to those who could make a difference. Already he’d been instrumental in helping overturn old laws that had no bearing in modern society. It gave him a sense of accomplishment, of pride. 

He stood, collecting his suit coat and bag. He knew you’d be waiting for him, he had promised you he’d either call you by 5 pm to tell you he was going to be late, or he would be home by 7 pm. A quick glance at his watch told him that it was 6:45 pm, so he’d have to be quick. 

Heading to one of the designated apparating stations, he left the Ministry with a crack. 

He landed in the mudroom, setting his suit coat and bag down. The house was warm, inviting, a space that instantly melted the stress of work and the outside world off him. As he makes his way through the house in search of you, he remembers what it took to get here. 

An American in Britain always stirred up some emotion from the native peoples, an American magic user in the Ministry of Magic stirred up more than just emotion. Draco is the first to admit that British magic users still had a long way to go when it came to the acceptance of certain people by and large. He still had to catch himself every once in a while when he interacted with muggles. He’d met a couple Americans here and there, but generally in passing, generally muggle. He couldn’t remember the last time he spoke to an American magic user, he genuinely may never had before. But when you caught his eye as he walked through the Atrium he couldn’t move as you walked over, a smile brightening up your beautiful face.

He could tell you were American from the way you dressed, the way you let your emotions dance across your face. You were animated in a way his compatriots generally weren’t. It was . . . refreshing, he decided in the moments it took for you to reach him.

“Hi! I’m so sorry to be a bother, but I’m looking for someone and the stupid sim card I bought for my phone isn’t working, and this place is just massive. Could you tell me where Regina Hillspire’s office is?” Your voice was animated as you smiled through the whole sentence.

He hesitated for a moment, caught up in the magnetic pull of your being. People didn’t really smile at him at this point, didn’t really ask him for anything outside of a professional capacity, and even then it seemed forced. Here you were, making solid eye contact, your voice melodious in a chorus of one notes. 

“She’s a friend, you see, we met online. I stream actually, and we started talking because we both play this really cool game. She invited me to visit, and I've never been to Britain before so I figured ‘why not?’! I just got in, so on top of the sim card thing not working I'm also super jet lagged. If you don’t know where her office is, that's totally cool, I can maybe find it?” You looked around, the hesitancy of your conviction evident in your face.

Draco looked to the side, needing to divert his gaze to hard reboot his brain. After a moment he nodded and turned back to you, “Yeah, I know her office. It’s just down the hall from mine, let me walk you there.”

You smiled wide, “Great! Thank you so much! I’m Y/n by the way.”

“Draco,”

“Nice to meet you, Draco.” 

You started walking, following Draco as he weaved his way through the labyrinth that was the Ministry. You were quiet as you two walked, and it didn’t sit right with him. He liked hearing your voice, a fact that he filed away quickly in a box labeled “eh”.

“So . . .” He started after they walked into an elevator and the doors whispered shut, “You stream?”

You nodded at him, “Yeah, generally I stream video games, sometimes I do other things. Right now i’m streaming a run of a new game, I got early access to it so I could stream it. That’s my favorite, I think, introducing something new. It’s really cool.”

You were definitely introducing something new to him.

“Do you . . . I mean can I . . .” He didn't know how to ask how to watch your streams. He’d never played a video game before, let alone watch someone play one. 

You looked at him with expectant eyes.

Before he could figure out how to ask, the elevator doors opened, depositing the two of you onto his floor. Instead of finishing his sentence he strode out, his long legs propelling him down the hallway at a clipped pace. You struggled to keep up for a moment, chasing after him. 

After a couple seconds he slowed down, giving you an apologetic look. You just waved your hand and smiled.

It didn’t take long to reach Regina’s door. They could hear her talking behind it, most likely on the phone. 

“Well, here’s her office.” He stuck his hands into his pockets, unsure what to do. He didn’t want to leave you, he wanted to ask you about your streams, talk to you about your life. He wanted to be selfish and take your time away from your actual friend. But he couldn’t do that, the only claim he had of your time was this simple act.

“Thank you so much,” you responded, smiling happily.

He nodded and turned, intending to head to his office and wallow. 

“Hey Draco?” 

Draco stopped in his tracks, turning back to you with an eyebrow raised.

“I would love to go on a date with you.” 

For the second time that day Draco hesitated, this time his surprise flashing across his face. He watched as your smile slowly turned down and into a grimace.

“Or is that . . . not what you wanted to ask me in the elevator?” 

“I . . . no that’s not what I wanted to ask you." His words were slow, brows knitting together.

You nodded slowly, your gaze flicking from his face to the closed door of Regina’s office.

“But!” He said quickly as you reached for the handle, “I would really like to go on a date with you, if you have some time during your visit.”

You quickly looked back at him, face lighting up. Warmth spread through his chest, warming the tips of his ears and making him feel slightly drunk. He really liked your face, liked the look of it when he made you happy. 

The rest, they say, was history. Two short years later and you had moved in, you were sleeping in his bed and letting him call you darling, baby, honey, love. He fell more in love with you every day, and today was no different. 

When he didn’t find you in the living room, he knew you had to be in your office. The day you moved in Draco had installed a light next to the door frame. Green meant he could come in, red meant you were streaming or working on something and couldn't be distracted. 

The light was green, so he quietly opened the door and headed inside. Your streaming room/office was a gorgeous extension of your personality. It was filled with the things you loved, the things that made you you. Draco had had a marvelous time helping you set it up, basking in the glow of you being with him all the time. 

Right now you were contorted in your computer chair, noise canceling headphones on, wrapped in a blanket he’d had since Hogwarts. It was dark in the room, the only lighting your two monitors as you stared intently at the one that held the game. 

He crept up behind you, wanting to see what you were playing. The second monitor had a game page on Steam up for a demo, a horror game it seemed. He smiled softly, you did say you’d try anything once. 

You flinched suddenly, hitting pause on the keyboard so quick your hand was a blur.

“Holy shit,” You muttered, taking a deep breath. “What the fuck was that?”

Draco had to stifle his laugh, watching as you steeled yourself. You hit play again and move your mouse, the first person view point shifting, lighting up a tree with a figure behind it, its eyes black and its smile wide. He chose that moment to place his hand on your shoulder.

You screamed, jumping up and ripping your headphones off, reaching for the wand that was placed neatly in a holder on the side of your desk.

“It’s me! It’s me!” Draco laughed, holding his hands up.

Your breathing was ragged as you took in the site of your boyfriend. You glanced at the clock on your desk, “Draco! What the fuck man??”

“I’m sorry love, I couldn't resist.” He smiled the world's most infuriatingly charming smile as he swept you up in his arms.

You grumbled but let him hug you, sighing heavily, “Glad your home, asshole.”

He laughed once more and kissed you, “So am I.”

[dalilacherie]

Do you have any random Two Bit headcanons :D

𝐓𝐰𝐨-𝐛𝐢𝐭 ����𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬:

- Two-Bit is a sucker for little kids. He'll often be found playing games with the neighborhood kids and telling them tall tales.

- He frequents the local soda shop, where he always orders a chocolate milkshake. The staff know him by name and start making his order the moment he walks in.

- Two-Bit loves going to the movies and can quote nearly every line from his favorite films. He has a particular fondness for Westerns and will often mimic cowboy accents.

- Two-Bit is a huge Elvis Presley fan and often attempts to mimic his dance moves, much to the amusement of his friends. He even has a poster of Elvis on his bedroom wall.

- He practically lives in his worn leather jacket, a hand-me-down from his uncle, which he proudly sports as a symbol of his greaser identity.

- Two-Bit loves going to the drive-in movies with the gang. It's one of his favorite pastimes, and he's known to bring/buy the best snacks. You'll always find Two-bit talking to the stranger next to him.

- He has a small but cherished collection of vinyl records, ranging from rock 'n' roll to the blues. On quiet afternoons, he likes to sit back and let the music transport him to a different world.

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬:

- Two-Bit worries that his friends only see him as the comic relief and not for his other traits.

- Growing up with an absent father and a mother who works long hours, Two-Bit often feels the pressure to be the man of the house, even though he tries to hide it.

- (Modern-ish) Two-Bit occasionally finds himself thinking about friends he's lost touch with over the years. It hits him hardest when he's alone.

𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐔 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬:

- Two-Bit runs a popular TikTok account where he posts funny videos and pranks. He's surprisingly tech-savvy and enjoys connecting with a wide audience.

- Two-Bit is an avid gamer who spends his free time playing online games with Ponyboy and Johnny. He has a particular knack for first-person shooters.

- Working part-time at a local coffee shop, Two-Bit is known for his latte art skills and friendly banter with customers. He enjoys creating complex designs and surprising regulars with custom creations.

- Two-Bit volunteers at a local community center by organizing fun activities. He finds fulfillment in giving back and being a positive role model.

[formlines]

The Homemaker

Shoshannah Greene

from the website "I really enjoy spending my down time watching home styling content online. So many people extend their personal styles into their homes, from mid century modern, Japandi, Eclectic, boho, to minimalism.

I pictured Beaver, an animal who is known to build intricate housing, settling into her room with newly painted Lime washed walls. The box is painted in washes with a combination of Burnt Sienna and Raw Umber. The design has her wrapped around the box, her paws nestled in by her face. On the back, the beaver’s tail has her human form smiling at her finished product."

-Shoshannah Greene

This piece is part of Lattimer Gallery's 2023 annual Charity Bentwood Boxes auction running from November 25th to December 9th. All proceeds will be donated to the Urban Native Youth Association.

[bungalowmakers]

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[1n-bl0om]

obscure tbp hcs

just some thoughts tbh (hints of brance and finbin)

goes between modern day and the 70s

- griffin would definitely send death threats to people online at the most minor inconveniences. nobody expects the innocent ones

- billy knows how to play the hermonica

- vance would be one of those toxic gamers. the ones that just yell and scream and blow air into the mic

- bruce the type of mf to actually slip on a banana peel

- robin goes around school and does those interviews with a tiny mic

- billy and vance would do the “devious lick” trend that happened early last year. mfs would steal the whole bathroom sink

- the guys try to recreate the breakfast club table scene and the table ends up collapsing

- one time griffin jumped in a pool and immediately started drowning

- finney is extremely good at solitaire

- bruce has held a boombox outside of vance’s window after a fight. vance closed his blinds after seeing him

- griffin would run a stan acc on twt. no further comment.

- robin has doodled “F + R” in his notebook

- when gwen and finney go shopping, finney is the designated bag holder

- bruce owns one of those crusty white dogs with a human name

- gwen has definitely been chased by geese at a park

- the guys have made one of those “cooking in the cafeteria” videos but caught something on fire

- billy spams the gc with tik toks that no one ever watches

- vance and robin are the number one instigators. they will hear people arguing and go, “you gonna let them talk to you like that?”

- finny watches interstellar every week

- robin has accidentally grated his hand while grating cheese

- griffin doing something feral and vance going “what if i told you griffin got that dawg in him?”

- finney follows those niche fire alarm accs that post rare fire alarms

- bruce has five pairs of the same shirt and gets clowned for it. the guys call him a cartoon character

- billy sleeps with like 10+ stuffed animals

- vance's mom has a doll collection and it freaks everyone out

- gwen goes around and takes those .5 photos of everyone

- vance and robin working at a local fast food place together and just hiding in the back whenever a customer comes through the drive thru

- billy yelling “stroke that thang cuzzo” when bruce goes to hit at a game

- robin scares finney at any chance he has

- one time griffin ate five corn dogs before going on a rollercoaster, it did not end well

- vance definitely go to house shows. those diy shows in peoples basements, backyards, garages, etc. whatever, you name it. sometimes robin joins and he takes bruce one time

- griffin has a pet goldfish that somehow doubled in size

- gwen has a collection of half burned, unscented candles. they are all carious colors and her dresser has wax embedded into it

- bruce watches golden girls. period

- gwen and finney sometimes have a “sleep over.” which just consists of finney sleeping in gwens floor and her forcing him to play dolls and do prank calls

!! bonus !!

left image: left - everyone else, right - griffin

right image: finbin with e/o & brance with e/o

me posting about the black phone?!? woah!! unheard of

[sophie-looks-at-stuff]

Some Modern Aemond Headcanons:

Hey y'all! So the votes were pretty close, but by a slim majority it looks like one post per character was the winner! 🥳 I also just have too many ideas for certain characters! So I'm going to start with my favorite, the man, the myth the legend, Aemond himself. My internet is going to be a little spotty for the next few days, since I'm going to be moving, but stay with me! I'll get them all on here at some point :)

He has a big black/gray great dane named Vhagar. I saw someone else say he’d have a great dane, and I totally agree!

He experimented with different colors for his false eye, blue, green, maybe even the signature Targaryen lavender. But ultimately he settles with the sapphire blue stone. It’s different, and makes him feel badass, but also a little pretty :)

Mans is the embodiment of dark academia, from style to work ethic. He’d be a double major in philosophy, and history. Maybe a minor in business, just in case Aegon somehow convinces Alicent and Viserys to give him the family business instead him. He’d still be the CFO or something, but CEO does have a better ring to it…

He'd get his own apartment as soon as possible. He doesn't like having roommates all up in his business. He refused to stay in a dorm room with a total stranger, so he and Aegon teamed up for once to convince Alicent to let them do an apartment together instead. But after a year or so, Aemond needed his own space… Aegon isn’t exactly neat and tidy sometimes. 

Speaking of his apartment, I think Aemond would be pretty minimalist. He doesn't super love clutter. But his office might be the one exception. Since he's a double major with a minor, he's got a lot of textbooks, and novels lying around. Unlike Helaena, he's not a collector, or a huge fan of nic nacs. But he does have his posh tea, and I think he'd have a small collection of about 3 or 4 daggers.

It would be interesting to see him with an s/o that is a collector, he'd probably end up designating a part of his house to them for all their little things. He could handle a small corner or bookshelf, but it grows on him overtime. And he gets secretly a little excited every time they bring something new home. "Hey look what I got at the antique store today!" "Add it to the shelf love :)"

Definitely a smoker. He knows it’s a bad habit, but he’s not super driven to quit either. It’s a stress reliever, and it gives him something to do while thinking. Helps him process stuff. (also it’s just kind of hot to think of Aemond with a leather coat and a cigarette, plus that motorcycle I mentioned earlier…) 

Black is his favorite color/shade, at least for clothing and interior decorating. But ever since he was a kid he's had a thing for blue, a deep ocean, sapphire blue. That's probably why he settles on the blue sapphire for his eye.

Modern boyfriend Aemond would be a secret romantic I think. He didn't really have many girlfriends if any in high school. He'd have had his first kiss and all that, but they weren't really on his radar. Part of me thinks Aemond would be with someone a slightly more extroverted than himself. They would get him out of the house a little more, even if it's just to take Vhagar for a longer evening walk than usual.

I think one of his love languages would be gift giving. He can be a little closed off sometimes, so when words seem to fail him, he'd find a way through gifts. They'd range from a bouquet of your favorite flowers, to a private dinner at the nicest restaurant in town. You saw a dress, or top you liked online? It would be nicely wrapped in a box on your bed within the next couple days.

He needs someone with patience. He's insecure about his eye sometimes, (not all the time, cause I feel like he has some days where he's totally feeling it). He might take a while to let down some walls, but when he does, you can read him like a book. You see him squint a little at something his brother said? You know he's annoyed and wants to change the subject.

Looovvessss dark chocolate. More particularly though, he loves chocolate covered espresso beans. It's his snack when studying.

He runs cold, he has an extra layer with him at all times. Sometimes it's a sweater under his leather jacket, or a scarf Alicent made him tucked into his bag.

[thatmaxcontent]

Modern AU Sanuso in a semi-real world? Sign me up :)

[AU RAMBLES DOWN BELOW! Not proof-read in the slightest :D]

They're married and live together with their three dogs. Sanji started his restaurant at 24, living in a small apartment with his then boyfriend Usopp. The other had been doing jobs on and off before he started working on a passion project with saved money. They were pretty broke, up until an ad-campaign Usopp animated for the All Blue restaurant blew up with teenagers and young adults, leading to great growth and success for both the restaurant and Usopp's online store.

The All Blue restaurant expanded, but Sanji didn't open any new locations. From just a restaurant it turned into a hotel, still focused on its food with other services holding up well. The interior had been designed by Usopp, as well as the exterior, according to Sanji's wishes. On the location's 20-year anniversary Usopp and Sanji hosted an event where they told the humble beginnings of the restaurant, bringing in Sanji's adoptive father Zeff to give gratitude to the man who inspired it all. Day and night alike the event was wonderful. Once the married couple reached their comfortable home Sanji allowed his emotions to flow as he fell asleep in Usopp's arms, crying tears of gratitude and giddily joyful disbelief as Onion, Pepper and Carrot (their dogs) cuddled up with them.

Whenever Sanji takes days off and leaves the restaurant in charge of his trusty right hand woman, Pudding, he makes sure to rest himself body to mind. Usopp doesn't have that priviledge, as their home is his working place.

It was only in their thirties that Sanji really realised how much Usopp did around the house, being a stay-at-home worker and all. Every corner was always clean, clothes were washed, fridge and freezer were stocked with ingredients and necessities, dogs were fed, happy, walked and bathed, everything was always in order no matter how it seemed before. It was a norm, but one day as Sanji returned home the house was a little more unkept than usual. This was because Usopp, hard as he tried, could not get out of bed for the first time since teenagehood. From that day on Sanji, who got used to their perfect house, started truly appreciating who made it perfect for them all. He tried to pull Usopp to relax with him whenever he took his days off, realising quite fast the artist couldn't lay back no matter what. Always stiff, aware and awake.

Some time after that realisation Sanji took off a month, something he did a lot of arrangements and work for to make it happen. He convinced Usopp to take that month off as well, after almost a day of debating he finally gave up as they fell asleep on their bed together. Half of that month they traveled to France, to Sanji's hometown to stay at Zeff's. The other half they spent in Thailand, trying out new things and enjoying their time. They were supposed to go visit Usopp's hometown in his home country, but he really didn't want that so instead they visited a destination recommended by a friend and frequent traveler, Nami. After this vacation they returned home, and next time Sanji was talking Usopp into taking a day off with him it didn't take long for a short cuddle-session to start.

Usopp takes commissions every now and then, but mostly he animates shorts and passion projects. He sells his creations, artwork and tailored fashion online, he is also an author as a simple hobby with some published books. He is very often stressed, even though he works for himself he doesn't take kindly to free-time. Whenever he manages to relax, if ever, he prefers a plate of Karelian pies with some egg-butter on top to be by his side as he binges a show. Chugging water and pear juice, he thinks about fresh stories and new projects even while he's supposed to be laying back. The only things that can truly make him rest his mind are Carrot, Pepper and Onion spending time with him and Sanji being his silly Sanji self (which Usopp finds unbearably sexy in a non-sexual way for some reason).

Even though they've been married for 23 years (Sanji at 50 and Usopp at 48) the only thing that's changed is majority of their priority list. It's no longer "I want to spend all my time with you", rather "I want to savor and love you for each moment I have you". They have their own lives, own groups, own events, own plans, but the smallest things will make them get all lovey-dovey with each other.

"Starboy, did you vaccuum the mats?" Sanji would ask, and the moment Usopp replies; "Yeah, I found some spare time.", the older will be with his arms lovingly placed around the younger, drowning him in light cheek-kisses and sweet whispered nothings.

"Loverboy, did you buy this potted plant?" Usopp would inquire, and the moment Sanji replies; "Yes, I thought it could fill the place of the former one.", he is already watching as the artist cares for the plant before giving the cook a long kiss of gratitude.

They met at a vocational school in Finland, where Usopp was a second-yearer at 17/18 and Sanji a first-yearer at 19/20. Sanji studied at the Restaurant-Catering side, while Usopp was forwarding Art studies. Sanji graduated in two and a half years while Usopp had to stay up until four. It was at the end of Sanji's second year that he confessed to Usopp, he wanted to seem cool and romantic but instead stumbled on his words while they were spending time at a mall. They had both moved into Usopp's own apartment at around Sanji's first year, but now as they both returned it was different. Their dumb nicknames weren't so dumb anymore, but seeing one another naked was still as awkward (and uncomfortable for Usopp) as ever. Even so they felt comfortable enough to sleep next to each other that night (in the literal sense, nothing more 👽).

Sanji is in contact with his siblings, who were also adopted by Zeff, to this day. Usopp sometimes looks at old videos of his biological father's, Yasopp's, Olympic Records and other sports performances. Though he keeps a picture of both an archery and sharp-shooting record Yasopp still holds the gleam in his eyes isn't exactly happy whenever that unfamiliar face enters his vision.

I love these two very dearly :) almost as dearly as they love each other 💕✌️👽✨️

[huevobuevo]

Whoops

hello generation loss enjoyers. it has been several months since the release of ranboos project, how have yall been? im going to be insane.

Many folks have known me as the lminal space connosieur, dead malls and fucked up houses in particular being my strongsuit for both their sex appeal and the amount of symbolism they can all hold.

Watching Gen Loss with my friends through a hostage situation was a wonderful experience! upon the reveal of the Showfall Media offices being inside a rented out mall, there was a split second where I was a bit unamused at the lack of effort put into integrating the mall's architecture into the studio's office. There were only a few empty stores being used with at the bare minimum some chairs and desks, half the mall was still closed, the mini maps stands were still up, and the food court's usage as the streamers hub was very just. like. thats a whole ass food court. without the people walking around the only way to actually know what the hel this was being used for was the giant white banner that just said showfall media like a fraternity's house claiming its territory.

But then, as the episode 2 closed out, almost instantly it hit me why. why the mall was still a mall, why there was little to no integration for the set- it was on purpose. it was supposed to just be a studio crammed inside a mall. a dead mall, to be precise.

first lets get into the anatomy of what makes a dead mall dead. Around the 1980's a rise in popularity of the commercial supermalls began to spread, the american consumerist dream was rampant with a greater demand of fast fashion, merchandise, and all kinds of strange trinkets for the average american to waste their money on. It was capitalism's wettest dream, but as the years went on there came a steady decline in popularity. Sometimes the competing businesses ended up putting each other out of stock, maybe the trends began dying off, and in certain areas consistent crime rates drove away costumers.

Then in the mid 2000's the stock market crash ended up pushing several people into poverty, the lower class unable to afford the luxury goods offered at shopping centers. Then online shopping took society in a deathgrip, further pushing away the desire for in-public purchasing. Brands took notice and began selling online-exclusive products. In the late 2010's the sightings of several "dead malls" were on an alltime high, some being left to rot while others were demolished all together in favor of empty concrete spaces.

Corporate response to this was one of two things; continously invest in the "Anchor Stores" (big chain stores like Macys or Forever 21 that brought in more customers, usually stationed at the ends of the mall). Meanwhile the smaller businesses inside would be shut down one by one to save costs, until eventually the anchor stores themselves would be forced to leave. Sometimes the Anchor Stores would leave beforehand, not wanting to waste money investing in a deadend location. the decline is faster, the mall rots quicker. The company sells the lot to the biggest buyer and destroys what little remains.

Then there are times where the mall itself is sold off to another bigger company, in hopes of more funds to rejuvenate the center. Majority of the time the mall will enter a large reconstruction designed to look more appealing, mor modern. In actually, the personality of the malls architecture is stripped like the skin of prey. The colors and vibrant shapes of the late 1900’s, the waterfalls with rocky beds and marbled beige tiles, all replaced in favor of sharp black on white edge and stainless steel fencing. The occasional shrub here or there, maintained by automation. Lights too bright, all glimmer, all space. Sometimes it works, sometimes the mall is reborn as the pinnacle of luxury again! Sometimes it rots in shiny chrome, a corpse dragged along in the hopes of attracting attention. All it does is stink and bloat, a miserable display.

I hope you begin to catch what im saying.

In Generation Loss, the Showfield Social Experiments are commentary on streamer culture and the damaging relationship between a content creator & their platform. Visualized by Ranboo being pushed into dangerous scenarios for the sake of entertainment, their disposable friends forced into the flat archetypes the fandoms have labeled them as.

They were all vibrant young folks once, bright with personality and that raw humanity filled with flaws and voice cracks. Shitty microphones and inconsistent uploads, some were barely finishing high school. Then they became big, almost too big. They were characters now, and just like Ranboo’s teammates the perception of them as humans were dumbed down to memorable trademarks. Streamers and Content Creators alike had to be marketable now, and when the time comes where they lost their popularity sometimes they sign off to groups and organizations to help boost them up again. They are stripped of their rawness again. Theres a reason their artforms are called “content”.

So it makes sense that Showfall Media, the personification of the content creators downfall, would do the same to a Mall. The corpse of the center is repurposed loosely to fit the studios purpose. It is empty, it is hollow, it is dead. Low costs, big risks- just like Gen Loss Ranboo.

basically

Content Creators are Dead Malls.

[mythbustersfacts]

[Opening Scene: The MythBusters workshop. Adam Savage and Jamie Hyneman stand in front of a collection of ancient Egyptian artifacts]

Jamie: [skeptical] Adam it looks like you've been on tumblr again, do the fans have another myth for us to test?

Adam: [excitedly] Today, we’re diving into a modern myth that’s taken the internet by storm—the mystery of the White Pharaoh.

Jamie: [nodding] This enigmatic figure is said to be an ancient Egyptian pharaoh with distinctly European features. Some claim he’s from an American textbook, while others say he's a character from a slot machine.

Adam: And there’s a twist! Rumor has it, this character is based on a real person living in Utah, who’s supposedly forcing people to build pyramids. Crazy, right?

Jamie: [raising an eyebrow] We’re going to investigate the origins of this character, let's start by looking into the slot machine story.

[Adam and Jamie walk into a glitzy casino, filled with the sounds of slot machines and the buzz of excitement. They head towards the corner where a Pharaoh’s Fire machine stands prominently.]

Adam: [pointing to the screen] That’s the guy! The White Pharaoh. Notice the European features, quite different from traditional Egyptian depictions!

Jamie: [curious] We’ve arranged to meet with a game designer who worked on Pharaoh’s Fire. Let’s see what he has to say about the design choices.

[The team meets with the game designer, a cheerful professional eager to discuss his work. They gather around a table with a laptop showing design sketches.]

Game Designer: [pointing to the screen] The White Pharaoh was designed to stand out and appeal to a wide audience. We used a mix of features to create a character that was both exotic and familiar.

Jamie: [deadpan] So, no historical basis at all?

Game Designer: [shaking his head] None whatsoever. It’s purely a creative blend. We wanted a character that would be memorable and fit the adventurous theme of the game.

Adam: [raising an eyebrow] Did you expect this character to become an internet sensation and a point of debate about ancient Egyptian history?

Game Designer: [laughing] Not at all! It’s incredible how a piece of gaming art can take on a life of its own. But remember, it’s just a game character, not a depiction of real history.

[The team thanks the designer and leaves the casino, ready for the next phase of their investigation.]

[The camera follows the MythBusters team as they drive through the scenic landscapes of Utah. They discuss their mission to find the real-life White Pharaoh, rumored to be somewhere in the state.]

Adam: [approaching a local] Excuse me, we’re looking for someone known as the White Pharaoh. Do you know where we might find him?

Local: [pointing to a distant hill] He lives up there, in that big house. You can’t miss it. But be careful, folks around here say he’s a bit... eccentric.

Jamie: [turning to the camera] Alright, let’s go meet the man behind the myth.

[The team approaches a large, pyramid-shaped house on the hill. They knock on the door and are greeted by a tall, pale man dressed in an ornate robe. His features strikingly resemble those of the White Pharaoh from the slot machine game.]

White Pharaoh: [smiling warmly] Welcome, travelers. I am the White Pharaoh. What brings you to my domain?

Adam: [extending a hand] We’re the MythBusters. We’re here to learn more about you and your connection to this image that’s been circulating online.

White Pharaoh: [eyes narrowing slightly] Ah, the internet… always spreading tales. Come in, let’s discuss this over some tea.

[The team enters the house, which is filled with eclectic decorations and tapestries, including numerous Egyptian artifacts and pyramid models. They sit down in a cozy living room.]

Jamie: [looking around] This is quite a collection you have here.

White Pharaoh: [smiling mysteriously] I am fascinated by ancient Egypt and have devoted my life to studying it. Some even say I am the reincarnation of an ancient pharaoh.

Adam: [leaning in] And what about the pyramids? We’ve heard rumors you’re involved in building some out here.

White Pharaoh: [chuckling softly] Yes, I have a few projects going on. I believe in bringing a piece of Egypt to the American landscape.

Adam: [nervously] And these people working for you... are they volunteers?

White Pharaoh: [gazing intently] They are devoted followers. They believe in the vision I have for restoring the glory of ancient Egypt.

[As the conversation continues, the atmosphere grows increasingly tense. The team notices several people working outside, surrounding the Mythbusters van and stacking large stones around it in pyramid shapes under the White Pharaoh’s watchful eye.]

Adam: [whispering to Jamie] This is getting weird. We need to wrap this up.

Jamie: [nodding subtly] Agreed. Let’s make our exit.

White Pharaoh: [suddenly standing up] You must see the pyramids we’re building. Come, I insist.

[The team follows the White Pharaoh outside, where they are led to a large, partially constructed pyramid. The workers, looking exhausted, glance at them with a mix of fear and curiosity.]

White Pharaoh: [gesturing grandly] Behold! The future of Egypt in America. Isn’t it magnificent?

Adam: [backing away slightly] It’s... impressive. But we really should be going.

White Pharaoh: [smiling ominously] Oh, but you must stay. We could use your skills to complete our masterpiece.

[The camera captures the tension as Adam and Jamie face the White Pharaoh. The air is thick with unease, and the followers of the White Pharaoh begin to close in on the MythBusters team, their intentions unclear but menacing.]

Jamie: [firmly] We’re leaving. Now.

Adam: [nervously chuckling] Yeah, thanks for the tour, but we have a lot of other myths to bust today.

[The White Pharaoh’s smile fades, replaced by a cold, calculating expression. He raises a hand, and his followers tighten their circle around Adam and Jamie.]

White Pharaoh: [calmly] I’m afraid I can’t allow that. You’ve seen too much. You will help us complete the pyramid... or you will never leave.

[Adam and Jamie exchange worried glances, realizing the seriousness of their situation. The followers, looking more desperate than before, begin to push them towards the unfinished pyramid.]

Jamie: [to Adam, quietly] We need to find a way out of here, now.

Adam: [looking around for an escape route] Agreed. Let’s create a distraction.

[Adam notices a pile of construction tools nearby. He subtly picks up a hammer, trying to hide his movements from the encroaching followers.]

Adam: [raising his voice, addressing the White Pharaoh] You know, I’ve always wanted to test the structural integrity of a pyramid like this.

White Pharaoh: [intrigued, momentarily distracted] Oh? And how do you plan to do that?

[Adam suddenly throws the hammer towards a stack of equipment and knocks over a circular saw causing a loud crash and a cloud of dust to rise. The followers instinctively look towards the noise.]

Adam: [shouting] Now, Jamie!

[Taking advantage of the confusion, Adam and Jamie sprint towards their van, dodging followers who are trying to block their path. The scene is chaotic, with followers stumbling and shouting in the dust cloud.]

Jamie: [grabbing the driver’s side door] Get in, Adam!

[Adam dives into the passenger seat as Jamie revs the engine. The van lurches forward, scattering the followers who are still trying to recover from the sudden disruption.]

White Pharaoh: [yelling angrily] Stop them! They must not escape!

[The van speeds down the dirt path, kicking up a trail of dust. The camera captures the frantic followers chasing after them on foot and throwing pyramid-shaped stones but they quickly fall behind.]

Adam: [panting, looking back through the rear window] That was close. Way too close.

Jamie: [focused on the road, accelerating away from the scene] Yeah, but we made it. Let’s just hope we’re not followed.

[The camera follows the van as it navigates the winding roads of Utah, the unfinished pyramid and the White Pharaoh’s house fading into the distance. The mood inside the van is tense but relieved.]

[Musical Sting and Scene Transition: Back at the Workshop]

[Cut to the MythBusters workshop. Adam and Jamie stand in front of the camera, looking slightly shaken but with a hint of excitement in their eyes. The familiar backdrop of tools and experiments gives a sense of safety and normalcy.]

Adam: [seriously] Our investigation into the White Pharaoh took us on a journey we never expected. We set out to explore a modern meme and myth, but what we discovered was far beyond what we imagined.

Jamie: [nodding] The White Pharaoh isn’t just a character from a slot machine. He’s real, and he’s out there in Utah, building his vision of a new Egypt in America. We saw it with our own eyes, and it was both fascinating and a bit terrifying.

Adam: [leaning forward, with intensity] He claims to be a reincarnated pharaoh, surrounded by followers who are completely devoted to his cause. They’re constructing pyramids in the desert, bringing ancient dreams into modern reality.

Jamie: [smirking slightly] So, after meeting him and seeing his projects firsthand, we have to say... myth confirmed. The White Pharaoh is real, and he’s turning his own myth into reality.

Adam: Confirmed!