#sorry my game wasn't recording audio

[kaban-bang]

MADELINE CERTIFIED GIRLKISSER????

[redbatchedcumbermayned]

"I didn’t even know that there was the possibility of a romance option when voicing Heinrix" - Interviewing Chris Tester part 2

We're continuing our interview with Chris Tester, the voice of Heinrix van Calox in Owlcat's CRPG Rogue Trader. In this part we speak about insights into Heinrix's character, how the process of recording voice lines for a video game works, if Chris would romance Heinrix in game, and interacting with his fans.

Part 1 of the interview

Part 3 of the interview

I will publish this interview in three parts over the next week in text form and with the accompanying audio file (the audio quality is not spectacular but tumblr limits uploads to 10MB). If you quote or reshare, please quote me as the original source.

F: So, you already talked a bit about Heinrix as a character. What drew you to the character or what hidden depth did you find in the character?

CT: Well, I hope I found some depth to the character. That contrast between principles or values that you seem to be holding onto and lots of unprocessed trauma going on underneath. Sure, that seems interesting, that seems like a really interesting thing to find. Because you can understand, therefore, the appeal of an ideology, which gives you the answers and it tells you what to do. Essentially, it gives you a role, authority, it gives you status, you completely understand the appeal of that. Just like I find voice-over incredibly appealing and exciting: it gives me structure and authority and the illusion that I know what I'm talking about and what I'm doing. 

And then there's the flip side: you could make him heretical in some way, shape or form. And you know, I love, obviously, the fact that he belongs to part of that world which I'm sort of familiar with. Where a lot of the more interesting characters are the ones that have disavowed this God Emperor kind of like status in one way or the other, they tend to have a little bit more going on. They're not two-dimensional villains, not all of them, not all of the time anyway. Whereas on the one hand he's not going full chaos, there was just an interesting tension there to explore. Also, it kind of reminded me a little bit of the Eisenhorn series, which again, it's an Inquisitor that through his pursuit of different things starts to question and use the powers of the warp for his own purposes. A very different character, but still, there are those parallels that I really liked, that fallibility, that vulnerability to a degree, but I wouldn't say too much because I didn't really know how vulnerable or how much of a journey he was going to have in the early stages. I didn't know that until we were recording, I'll be honest. 

And I didn’t even know that there was the possibility of a romance option, until we were like: Oh, these are romancing lines. And I was like, you what now? So, sorry, I appear to be saying some quite forward things, from his point of view anyway, that's slightly taken me aback. They were like: oh yeah, you're romanceable, you can have a romance. I was like, oh, okay, right. I'll just think back to the five hours or so of recording that we've done up to this point and pray that I've made the right choices. So that was a bit of a crazy ride, but thanks to Olga, the writer of my character, she gave really astute directions. She wasn't in all of the sessions, but the majority, especially when there were big plot beats to explain to me what the hell was going on, however, roughly. She was great. And also the technicians at 3B. I was working with a lot of different members of the group technicians slash directors as well. And they were great in terms of giving me not exactly the bare minimum details, but the bare minimum details that I needed in order to be able to make choices quickly, but strongly and relevant to the game. So yeah, it was quite a trip.

F: Thank you. Since you have been trained as a stage actor do you bring a certain physicality to voice acting? If you embody Heinrix, do you puff your chest? Are you rigid?

CT: Definitely. I think there's the reason why rather than having a small booth, I record in a room is, that I can explore those dynamics as much as possible. And the fact that I was able to record standing and very upright and taking that space was vitally important. Obviously, there's the action stuff that really helps when you're actually making fighting noises. That's one thing. But I think in terms of real subtle differences to be able to, as well as mic proximity when he's speaking under his breath and that kind of thing, that's obviously incredibly vital, but even the subtle things of being able to have that big open physicality because he is so often so imperious because he thinks he's absolutely right. That was a vital aspect to explore and just being able to be upright and expressive in that made such a huge difference. 

And also when, without wanting to give too much away, he's in more constricted circumstances, shall we say, trying to do that just purely through the voice means that it all becomes about the sound that you're making as opposed to the truth of the character's journey without wanting to be, again, too much of a cliche, but focusing on that rather than am I making the right gurgling noise?

F: Were you offered any other character to audition for Owlcat? Or if you could, which other character would you like to voice?

CT: I couldn't say any of the other characters. I do play a couple of NPCs randomly. I think before even I had Heinrix. There's some cockney London geezer in there that is immediately disposable. That was me. That was my kind of guaranteed role. I was like, great, fantastic, because I did the audition for Heinrix and then there was quite a few months before it was actually kind of confirmed. I thought the role had gone to somebody else. As with many of these things, you just don't hear back. If you don't hear back, you just assume it's dead and then suddenly it'll come back up or it won't or you'll see another voice actor posting on Instagram going “amazing session” and you slightly die inside and then you move on. 

But in terms of the other characters, I mean, I've met, at least digitally online, the vast majority of the principal companion cast and they're all lovely and amazing and I associate them with their performances. For better or worse, Heinrix is very much my kind of casting and I loved it. Not because he's pretty in a particularly posh kind of way, but that helps. Sure, I'll go with that kind of slightly emotionally constipated. I'm very well cast, very well done, but I think so is everybody else. Throughout the entire game, it's a bit of a who's who, they might not be all household names, but in terms of for myself, the actors that I know in some big parts and some really small parts, the actors that I know in the UK and in the U.S. voice-over scene, so much talent, so that it was just an honour to be included in that really.

F: So now I have to ask you a question from our discord server. Would you romance Heinrix if you were playing a female Rogue Trader? 

CT: I think that would be a bit weird. No, I'll just watch videos of other people romancing him slash me. Is that more or less weird? I mean, I'm 42 years old. I've spent far too much time playing with myself already. So, let's just draw a line under that, but other people are welcome to. That's absolutely fine. My only thing, without wanting to overstate it too much, is that I was very surprised that there was anything around any character that I've been related to but as with so many of the other companions as well, that's a testament to the writing. Credit to the whole Owlcat team in that respect.

F: Would you like to continue working with Owlcat in the future in another capacity?

CT: Oh, God. Yeah. They've not made me sign an NDA, so I can say, not name a thing, but there's DLC for one of their other titles, which I'm going to be in, and that's in a completely different world. There's that thing of once you've had one really positive experience with the developer and the type of games that they create. The ones that are very story focused, that's the type of games that I'm passionate about. I was brought up on these things like the Mass Effect Trilogy. You know, that absolutely iconic kind of stuff, and so to be a part of someone else's experience to facilitate that kind of longer storytelling stuff is exactly what I would be after. They've got a great process, amazing writers and I also think that the games themselves look fantastic. So yeah, I'm a fan of that.

F: So your fan base has certainly expanded since the release of the game. Do you mind having a female fan base now? Have you noticed that there is a bit of a shift because Warhammer 40k for the totally uninitiated looks like a male hobby and unfortunately some part of the male fans are very aggressive against female fans.

CT: Are absolutely ridiculous. Idiots, essentially. Because my relationship to the whole Warhammer 40k thing is like, I played it when I was really young, and then you put away your childish things. I'm saying that in inverted commas, that's kind of ironic or whatever, and then didn't really get back into it until someone gave me a book and I realised that the lore was actually quite good, quite interesting, and then actually really good and really interesting, and I therefore have done some novels for them and a couple of video games as well. 

But to your question, do I mind? No, of course I don't mind. I'm very happily married and well adjusted, so I definitely don't mind as long as it's all respectful, if that makes sense. Surprise, surprise, female fans seem to conduct themselves with that level of respect or if there is a server which is going into crazy, crazy character scenarios and that kind of stuff, no one's sending me a link to that. And even if it is, it's the character, it's not me, and so that's all quite healthy and good. And I think I'm definitely not in a position where I should be censoring any of that kind of thing at all. I think it's all positive and very, very healthy and everybody that I've interacted with has been incredibly respectful. So, I think that's great. 

And I think being able to portray these characters that offer that level of connection is great. We're in a post Baldur's Gate world, I suppose. Not that there weren't other games that did this, but on that scale and everything. I think the value that the games can offer in that. Rogue Trader is hugely valuable and I definitely wouldn't want to censure any of that at all.

F: Yeah, it was nice. I reconnected a lot with people who have this fandom experience again that I had in the Eddie Redmayne fandom more than 10 years ago when it was small, when you have a rather small group of fans and then a very nice person that you're a fan of, and you can interact with.

CT: So people have contacted me via Cameo, for example. And, you know, they've had a certain particular playthrough and then they say, well, I would like you to voice this letter from Heinrix or whatever.

F: That was me.

CT: There have been more than just you is what I'm saying, but sorry, not to say that I'm a whore and I'll just do anything, but you're not the only person who has come to me with that kind of thing. And that's great. That's a pleasure, because it's continuing to tell the story on a wider scale. But also the fact that you can personalise and make it your own. And that's the brilliant thing. 

That's part of the whole appeal of a video game, as opposed to it being a theatre piece or a film or something else is that it was very much your experience, your playthrough. You can have multiple versions of the thing that you kind of like one but you can really structure your own narrative. And that's a fascinating thing. You get to iterate on it yourself. You know, if one stage of that is also being able to call upon the voice actor to facilitate that, I think that's a cool thing, you know, as long as it doesn't get too weird or too whatever, but you know, whatever two consenting adults want to exchange money for or time, great, fine. I think that's less weird than getting an AI to do it personally. I think that level of storytelling is a great thing.

[ilovetheriddler]

Hi, I hope you’re having a lovely day! I was curious if maybe you’d be willing to write Arkham Eddie who is conflicted with his feelings about the reader? Perhaps the reader is a villain/anti-hero/hero, and they’re working together briefly, and maybe after an argument he finds himself aroused and… takes care of himself?

Oh! An Arkham Eddie Request! How delightful! I hope that you're having a wonderful day as well. This was quite exciting to write, so I hope you enjoy this!

Insatiable Need.

(Arkham Games) Edward Nigma x F!Reader.

Word Count: 1,023.

Contents: 🔞🔞🔞 NSFW 18+! Conflict, Arguing, Fantasizing, Masturbation.

Edward couldn't say that he was in any way pleased to have to work with some so-called hero. In fact, it infuriated him. Someone of his brilliance having to agree to assisting someone? It was appalling to think about. However.... you were at least different enough from that pesky bat to a point where it was at minimum better than working alongside him!

You seemingly enjoyed his riddles and actually would attempt to answer them to the best of your abilities. And it made him... feel something, he wasn't sure what it was exactly, but it was definitely something.

Of course, the two of you only needed to work together briefly on stopping someone else's big scheme. Eddie couldn't help how smug it made him feel to know that someone finally acknowledged how his genius was absolutely needed to stop this. It's not like batman would ever be willing to work with him, yet here you were, standing next to him as he worked away on the device you needed to shut down this new scheme. It was... a pleasant experience having someone actually be there nearby while he worked, much to his surprise.

He had a wide grin on his face as he handed you the finished device, expecting your praise and endless thankfulness to him. Instead, you criticized him for taking too long and putting lives at risk. The grin immediately fell from his face.

"Oh, excuse me! I can't rush my brilliance. It takes time!"

"Well, we don't have time. Lives are at stake here! Ever second counts....!"

"Is this the fucking thanks I get for so graciously offering to help you?! Unbelievable!"

You let out a surprised yelp as he grabbed ahold of your shirt and pulled you closer to him, the irritation evident on his face.

"I pour my time and effort into this for you! And I get your criticism instead of your admiration?! I'm I just a fucking means to an end to you?! Huh?! Is that-"

He was cut off by a sharp stinging sensation, and after a few seconds, he realized what had just happened. You slapped him.

"D-did, you just slap me...?"

"Listen, Eddie, I'm sorry, but you were getting a bit-"

"Take the damn device and get out of my lair...."

You stood there silently for a moment before doing as he suggested, leaving his lair with the device in hand. Meanwhile, Eddie sat slumped in his chair. He was furious, enraged, irritated, and worse of all extremely turned on, damn it!

He stood up and frustratedly made his way into his room, slamming the door behind him. He couldn't stand this. He couldn't stand that a filthy hero was making him feel such things! He glanced down, the evidence of his growing arousal already slightly noticeable against the front of his pants. He just couldn't ignore this, not when he was this worked up.

He quickly pulled up an audio file he had put together on his computer, one good thing about always recording every conversation he had with someone else in case he ever needed to use it against them, is that he had your voice recorded as well, more importantly saying his name. Not exactly in the breathless and needy tone he'd prefer to hear it said in, but it would still do just fine for assisting in his fantasies.

He quickly fumbled around, attempting to unbuckle his numerous belts, and once he had, he tugged both his pants along with his underwear down, His already semi erect cock springing free. He reached down and took hold of it, moving his thumb to smear some of the precum already leaking out of the tip around, pulling his foreskin back just slightly as he groaned wantonly. He spat in his hand after a bit, using that along with the precum to lubricate his cock somewhat.

He grasped his harding cock firmly, closing his first around it and slowly starting to pump it steadily. A moan slipped past his lips as his head fell back slightly. He progressively increased his pace as he continued, his mind filling with the filthy fantasies he had about you. About you lying on his bed, whining and begging for him to fuck you, admitting that you were wrong to not offer him the praise he so rightfully deserved, admitting that he was better than all those heros, that he was better than that Bat! That you loved him, needed him, couldn't handle not having him inside of you. That's what he wanted.

"I-I'm so much better t-than... A..ah! ...him... aren't i?! Mm... F-fuck! ...I make y-you... feel so good, don't i?! Ah..."

He tried to imagine that it was you that he was fucking as he thrust his cock into his hand, repeated gasps and groans escaping him. You'd be absolutely perfect for him. He'd make you feel like you were on cloud nine if you'd just give him the chance! He couldn't help but wonder what your skin would feel like against him, how the sound of skin slapping against skin would sound like music to his ears if it was only yours, how that sweet voice of yours would sound screaming his name over and over again all night long, how it would feel to fuck you senseless until he was satisfied.

His body tensed up, and a broken moan got caught in his throat as his hips jerked slightly, Spurts of his warm cum spilling into the already filthy floor. He stood perfectly still for a few seconds, catching his breath. Once it had stopped, he carefully tucked his now flaccid cock back into his underwear, pulling up that along with his pants back up.

He knew one thing for certain, sooner or later, he was going to have you in his bed. No matter what he had to do to get you there. Perhaps batman could be preoccupied with his other rogues for a while? Eddie liked the idea of devoting his schemes and plans for you to handle instead, at least until he got what he wanted, that is...

[britt-kageryuu]

Leo was a bit bored and rambling. Though the audience and chat were enjoying him talking. His model was dressed in a white shirt with a blue flannel overtop it, bluejeans, sneakers, and his mask with one gay tail, and one pride tail. His model is seated in a version of his train car.

"I don't really understand those ASMR videos, or those voice packs I heard other VTubers do. While I get that some of them are kinda like those audio dramas that are published for popular amime/manga, games and light novels, it's still just a bit weird." He pauses to grab something, which was apparently a book.

"Like in the back of this book is the scripts for a couple audio dramas for this one series. They're from the main girls fiance's pov, but when he talks to her, they didn't record her talking. You just have his thoughts on what she's saying. Actually give me a sec." Leo mutes his mic, and the audience can see he's doing something.

After a few minutes he turns the mic back on, and starts talking with a slightly different tone to his voice, "Hey, sorry if I kept you waiting! I got caught up in traffic... Oh you just got here? You're not just saying that to make me feel better are you?" Leo's model has a bit of a playful look, and he switches the background to a park with sakura trees in full bloom. "I hope you don't mind us having a picnic instead of going to that anime café. They were booked full. But hey the weather is nice, and I made us some lunch." His model holds up a big fancy stacked bento box.

"What?! You didn't think I could cook? Just because I don't do the fancy stuff like my brother, doesn't mean I can't cook. Trust me, you'll love this. But first let's find a place to set up our picnic... Oh you like this spot?" Leo pauses, and then switched back to his train car.

When he started talking again he was back to his usual tone, "Okay, that wasn't that bad, but it's got to be a pain in the butt to write this stuff out, or improve it in a way that sounds natural if a bit cliche. That was just me rehashing some popular romance story tropes, and I couldn't get very far before I started to kinda hit a road block." Leo pauses to take a drink of his tea, "Maybe I could get Dee to try reading some stuff like this. Maybe frame it as, 'I bet you can't read this in a non flat voice!' Or something." He starts to read over the chat, and scrolls back to about where he started to read off his quick script, just reading some of the reactions.

"While this will definitely not be a big thing, and we might never do this again, it would be interesting to see you guys reaction to us posting a couple videos like that. No Promises Though!! We may be creative, but we do have day jobs." Leo continues to read through the chat, before something catches his attention.

"What in the name of Pizza Supreme does that mean? Is that some new thing, or slang? I'm gonna look this up real quick." Leo then goes down a rabbit hole of searching, and kind of forgot he was streaming, and the audience if just listening to his random mumbling about whatever it was he looked up, and then got sidetracked by.

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Masterpost

Really I personally don't fully understand ASMR. The closest I ever got, was listening to a song while reading, and the song just kinda resonated with how I was reading the story, and I got a shiver up my spine.

[bloodyshadow737]

The hidden girl•part-2

Masterlist of everything

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Let me know if you want more of this

Matching: Billy x reader x Stu

Billy and Stu think about every little thing, they even have a plan B if everything goes wrong

Warning: mention of attempt of murder, stab in, gun, knife, drunk people, fake kidnapping, unprofessional medicine, insults

💞Enjoy💞

The house of stu was full of police man's checking everything around the place, the last place were the guys were laying, the stereo of the closet, everything.

Sidney feel hopeless, the killer of her mother was in front of her dying by her hand, and some one take them from her. The police interrogate she and her father, most the attention was in the father because he can hear or maybe see the girl that is working with them.

But they don't have luck, the girl never have contact with him

That is what they think

Randy is still drunk but he knows what is happening around him, and he has seen a lot of scary movies to know how this is going to move from now one.

But this is not a movie

"I'm going to the bathroom"

Randy get up from the couch, were the police are holding them to interrogate them, heading directly to the bathroom in the lower plant. Getting in the bathroom he starting to look around this to entertain himself, in part he get to the bathroom to pee but also because he wanted to watch around stu house finding something first that the police.

And lucky for him, he found a tape that said

(Tape-1)

Randy get back in his pants grabbing the tape that is inside the mirror cabinet of the bathroom, he rush out of the bathroom holding high the tape getting attention to it.

"I found a tape in the bathroom!"

Sidney almost jump from the couch to the pink stereo, she is not playing they game but she wants revenge. She take from Randy hands the tape so quickly that the police didn't have time to stop her, the tape get in the stereo and the play button is press.

•

White noise started for some seconds to finally a voice started talking

"So. . with this one I recorder, how I know if I'm recording Billy?"

"You are right now, to stop you have to-"

The audio stop abruptly to came back with a laugh of the girl

"Yea this tape is gonna be a mess if you keep doing that"

"I wasn't doing it on purpose Billy!!"

"Yes! You are!"

The sound of the recorder falling to the ground is hear and the voice of both of them can be hear moving away an laughing together, some noise closer to the recorder is hear and the voice of Stu get in it.

"You know this was from my grandmother don't you? My mom is gonna be so mad if it damaged"

The laugh stop a little only to the girl laugh getting closer.

"Stu! It only get punch a little, it wasn't so much"

"That is what you said about my window the day we met, and I still didn't have a apology"

"Huuu~ I'm sorry my pokie bubblegum boy~"

Kisses can be hear by the recorder to what would be receiving it is Stu face that he laugh.

"Wait, are you recording? I didn't give this to play aro-"

Silence again

The sound came back, is only the girl.

"Okey, okey, Stu give me this because I told him I have a diary in the past to talk about me, but that is not what it was for actually hahaha!"

The laugh sound so maniac that is scary

"I want this because is a perfect opportunity to give you a message, I know you hate me now and I know you are coming for my boys but you never gonna get them away from me, the only one that can kill them is me. AND GOOD LUCK TRYING TO DISCOVER WHO I AM SIDNEY! BECAUSE NOT EVEN YOUR DEAD MOTHER KNOW ME! HAHAHAHAHA!!"

Sidney stop the recorder abruptly angry and rising the stereo furious up her head intending to destroy this to the ground, but the police stop her saving the stereo and the evidence tape.

Her father get to her hugging she trying to calm her down, Sidney know is not her fault but she feels it that way, if it wasn't for that stupid girl she would be revenge her mother some hours ago.

Now she is not sure she would ever revenge her

Billy was already sleeping again all patch up and clean, getting the blood shirt was a challenge but not that hard like clean Stu burning face. He was now sleeping cover in mattress and with a pillow like a baby, that give you a smile in your face.

Getting in the passenger door you open this watching Stu jump a little by the noise but he calm knowing it was you. There is not enough space like in the back so you move to sit in Stu lap and closing the passenger door, he get is hands immediately in your thighs because he knows this is gonna hurt.

"You can scratch me if you want but you can't push me away you need this"

"O-okey"

Removing slowly the weat fabric from his face you watch the part that is burn it look horrible, is awful to watch how is face is ruined this way, careful you remove the burn skin that is not useful anymore from is face he whine and move a little trying to stop you but this have to be done. Holding his face to stop him to move a little brute for him but he know that is because of your mind, he is scratching your legs with all his strength that almost make you react.

Getting everything done Stu face now was with cream in the burn part and some patches that cover everything in place, holding his face to move this you give him a kiss in the lips like you did with Billy when you clean him.

"Okey, now change and cover yourself, I'm gonna move the car to other part so we can sleep for today"

Dropping the clothes in Stu lap to get out of the cart stretching yourself a little, the white skirt and the pink hoodie you are using are still clean and perfect, you love pink it make you feel like a princess for your boys.

Walking around the car making sure no one watch what happens inside the car you get in the pilot seat getting the engine on to drive away to other place of the city, so you can sleep it have to be abandoned or deserted, it was time to get back to your home

The one of your first crime

Lucky for everyone is not necessary get inside the horrible house, getting the car inside the garage was easy and better when you managed to close the gate. Stu was already getting the inflatable bed that cover the part of the legs in the back seat so the three can sleep together.

Getting to them, Stu was already getting all the space besides Billy making you a little gealous because he is not giving you attention, so moving up both of them you manage to get in between both bodies getting the warm and in a second both of Stu and Billy hug your waist making the moment more intimate and sweet.

"Tanks for the saving honey"

"Ye-eah. . You are awesome"

"It was nothing guys, you both know I would do anything for both of you"

Moving both hand you hold they faces gentle and with all the love you have for them.

"Anything"

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[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

omg since you’re taking off todya from studying can we hear some of your beatle hottakes?

ughhhhhhh sorry, these are so hard to come up with these days

meta take: I sort of wish we could have a genuine conversation about the blurry line between wishful thinking/headcanon and more objective (or, aspiring to be objective) historical analysis �� I get the headcanons, I really do! but just in the past year, there's been several instances of people in good faith asking about sources or questioning "fan favourite" anecdotes and being shouted down for "ruining people's fun". If you want to engage with this stuff in a more lighthearted way, that's fine! but accept that that's what you're doing. Being rude to people trying to get to the truth is not a good look. Your imagination can withstand it, I promise.

more people need to jump on the Day Tripper tinhatting train. shit's crazy up here

the more I listen to Double Fantasy the more I'm offended that a certain brand of John fan basically only names songs from 1970/71 as his best. ditto with Walls and Bridges…

Again And Again And Again: best Denny solo-written Wings song ( it's hard to gauge how much is him and how much is Paul for their collabs. Anyways, No Words my beloved)

Sexy Sadie is kind of perfect… The lyrics, the chords, the distorted doo-wop it all embodies that DISAPPOINTMENT so well. The guitar solo is great, the high-pitched oooooooooohs. No notes, underrated song for sure.

the Mind Games album cover is soooooo deranged but so fucking good. That and Ram might be the best post-Beatles album covers.

this isn't exactly a take but the SADDEST part of Hey Jude is when John harmonizes with Paul. I can't not hear all the unspoken pain.

I kind of hope we get versions of Free As A Bird and Real Love with cleaned up John vocals like Now And Then. I don't want to erase those originals because the audio quality tells a story of its own, but Real Love especially suffers so much from it. I listened to it earlier today and nearly got teary. "No need to be alone" kind of gives me goosebumps. There's something so raw and emotional about all three of these songs…

This is almost the opposite of a hottake, but it kind of Doesn't Matter To Me who Now And Then is about. It could be about Paul, it could pretty easily be about Yoko too, and a few people I've seen say they think it's about May, which could be too! It perhaps not being directed at Paul doesn't take away from the song for me, because the song feels bigger than just its direct inspiration.

On that note, I sort of think that sometimes people could stand to.... Die on fewer hills? Like, the notion that Now And Then could be about Yoko doesn't negate John and Paul's relationship or most things people theorize they may have gotten up to. Now And Then Release Week bonus round, cause it's been long enough to talk about it a bit:

Paul (and Ringo and George! they also have a writing credit, guys!) making editorial choices about John's unfinished song with the blessing of his widow is literally fine. "But John might not have approved–" yes, this is how death works. John also might have found the song embarrassing and not wanted it released at all. It wasn't on Double Fantasy after all! Or maybe he would have specifically wanted to remove the same bit! (which I maintain is musically strange and unfitting at worst and at best a still really rough idea that would probably require a lot of work in of itself – echoing the chord progression in the instrumental bit is the best compromise I could imagine)

I actually really get the George girls who were a bit bummed out by the rollout of the song. He DID get the short end in this situation! but… what would have been better? I saw some people say Paul isn't nearly as good a slide guitarist at George. Okay well then… So Paul should've hired a session musician? How does that makes sense? Paul should've asked Dhani to find some random guitar bit George recorded 25 years ago and frankensteined it onto this song? I'm asking this honestly: what should have been done instead? Because… I sort of got the feeling from some of the criticism that the only acceptable solution was to not release this song at all. And TBH I don't think George "getting the short end" is worse than not allowing Paul and Ringo the closure of completing this song. This wasn't perfect but again: yes, this is how death works.

[silverantagain]

Finally got around to finishing Borderlands, so ramble! MASSIVE SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT.

I'm rambling about my general thoughts on the game, it's all extremely positive though because I did enjoy it! A lot! :]

I kind of suspected that the vault wasn't going to house a treasure, but I still really enjoyed the twist. Big ole Eldritch creature or whatever, and as much as I wanna be like "oh haha it could get it", it made me realize how bad I am at fighting still in FPS games. I had to have died at least 7 times to it.

I kind of had hoped that Tannis would betray the player, but her coming back to the player's side in the end surprised me! In a good way. She's a very neat character, very morally grey and I really did enjoy her audio logs. She's just extremely neat to me, you don't find very many women written as multi-faceted as she is and it makes me have hope for the rest of the series. I like series that let the women be just as dark and gritty as the men.

All in all, I'm really happy that Borderlands was the first fps game I played. It was very charming, the sound design was great and the visuals were too, and it had the added benefit of scaring the shit out of me every 30 seconds because I'd be looting and then BAM random enemy firing at me. The side quests did get a little repetitive but I liked the variation in different types. The atmosphere was nice too, it felt so lonely.

Some of my favorite moments was during side quests, you'd come to an area where there SHOULD be bandits, but it's suspiciously quiet, only to find out that something else killed them. It was also cool that bandits would get attacked by non humanoid enemies as well, it added to the atmosphere.

Claptrap is my favorite character still, he's neat. He's also very silly and pathetic (/endearing). Tannis is my second favorite, she's just so cool to me and I want to draw her someday. The lightbulb moment in my mind when I realized that she was the same person as the person who left the recordings for a quest I had done earlier was wonderful. Sorry I'm rambling about her again I just very much love the whole "seemingly random background character is actually a key character" trope.

But yeah! I'm gonna try to get around to playing Borderlands 2 soon and I'll try to let y'all know how I feel about that!

[rhyske]

I love the found-family dynamic, it's so damn sweet and wholesome. for me its how they are just all there for each other and it makes me cry AAA 😭 I have noticed that as a player, Liam is really good at taking the time to have one on one conversations. 🥺

I have been curious about how they would handle deaths in the show and I like what they did with it so far. Vex dying in the show feels more impactful somehow and it doesn't only affect Vax but her too (and Percy). The inverted trope was amazing too and it really deepened their relationship. f I recall correctly it wasn't quite the emphasis on that in the game and I just love how they leaned into it in the show.

it's also interesting to see the slight changes some of which were surprising. I noted at least one story beat that took place somewhere else than it did in the game. I literally thought to myself 'Wait that didn't happen here?' but it kind of made sense to shuffle some things around, so I didn't really mind it. Have you only seen some of Campaign 1? I haven't finished myself and should get around to doing that sometime! ��

Studying is so expensive even here, but you're American, right? sorry if I assumed wrong! but I absolutely understand choosing to work instead. I worked a little bit before I started uni and studied screenwriting. though I quit uni after two years because I wasn't feeling well at the time. I'm doing a slight direction change as I am going to study bookbinding instead which is really niche.😅 Them student loans will be rough though oof. 😬 💜

Found family is my jam. My absolute favorite trope. There's just something about broken, hopeless individuals finding love and purpose with each other that just. Yes.

I never actually paid attention to who specifically prompts one on ones. Hm. I'm guessing he does it in Vox Machina a lot too?

I know Vox Machina didn't start recording at the beginning of their campaign, so it's possible it was touched on but wasn't something they had means to continue with in the recorded sessions. I love how, in the show, Vex's death is just so....sudden. There's no build up, there's no hint it's gonna happen, just bam. She's dead. One second alive, another not. They did SUCH a good job with it.

I remember them talking about it, and adding Pike into the Whitestone story when she wasn't there previously (if I'm remembering right). I like that they don't have the restrictions of "it's live and it's all about people's schedules."

I don't plan on watching the sessions of Vox Machina. The audio quality itself really hurts the ears, but the fact it starts in the middle also never sat right with me. It's why I just went to Might Nein instead - it starts at the very, very beginning.

Yep, I'm American (: Bookbinding looks really cool and also really hard! I've seen some videos of people rebinding books and it's so fascinating! If I could choose a niche thing to dabble in, I'd choose glassblowing. It has the same mystery to it. For books you give them new life, and with glassblowing you legit just turn something into mush, mold that mush, and get something really pretty out of it 😆 I'm also surprised bookbinding is a school thing? Seems more like a trade thing.

I wish you luck on that school debt >:

[greta-van-chaos]

Could I request a twin situation where there is slight jealously, kinky sex, ect, smut please…. You can do whatever you want with it.

Rocket Queen

Josh and Jake Kiszka x Reader - NOT TWINCEST CMON

Warnings | Explicit sexual content, cursing, mentions of sex under the influence, toxic behavior tbh, jealousy, humiliation, edging, hairpulling, use of a belt, choking, degradation, slapping, oral (m & f receiving), f/m dom, f/m sub, audio recording of a sexual encounter (consensually!!!), spitting!!!, i literally went all out

Word Count | 5.5k words

Authors Note | THIS IS TOTALLY UNEDITED MY APOLOGIES IN ADVANCE (SPOILERS) I love this request so much! I've been wanting to go all out with a fic and this is the perfect opportunity to do so! The title and overall fic inspiration is from the song Rocket Queen by Guns 'n' Roses. In the song there's a girl moaning and it's the drummers girlfriend sleeping with the singing after he cheated on her. They literally put her moaning in the song!!! Figured I'd do something similar :) YES i sorta stole a little something for abaddon so full credit goes to garbagevanfleet <3

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You knew it wasn't a good idea. Hell, it shouldn't have even been an idea in the first place but after a drink too many Sam was just looking too good in that cable knit sweater. After another shot for confidence, you made your move, pressing up against him when he helped you line up your cue for a game of pool. Without you even trying he was already getting hard, probably from how drunk you all were and your purposeful choice of skimpy clothing. It didn't take long after that for him to be muttering the cliché phrase lets get out of here into your ear and then fucking you senseless when you made it back to his house.

Now you're stuck with Sam's arm firmly holding you against him. You hadn't meant to fall asleep but he was so warm and you were so drunk. Upon realizing that the twins could come in to get Sam to go into the studio at literally any moment you shoot up in bed and scramble to find your clothes. You've stayed over at the guys house before but never like this... it was sort of an unspoken agreement that your relationships were all strictly platonic. It's not like you felt romantically for Sam, you were just sexually frustrated and he was willing to help you out, surely the twins could understand that if they found out, which was almost certain considering Sam couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"Woah, woah, woah, what's wrong y/n?" Clearly you had woken Sam in your flurry of anxiety. He stares down at your from your kneeling position on the hardwood floor as you gather your clothes.

"If Jake and Josh know I'm in here for the reason i'm in here, who knows what could happen." You tug on your shirt as quickly as you can but get your head stuck and groan impatiently as you untangle yourself.

"They won't care!" You can hear it in his voice that he doesn't believe that for one second.

"Sure, whatever you need to tell yourself to sleep at night, Sammy. Either way, I'm not sticking around."

"Aren't you coming to the studio with us?" He's now getting up and dressed himself as well and you can help but look over his naked form as he stands.

"I was but i don't think that's such a good idea anymore."

"Oh yeah, make us look even more sus-"

A loud knock on the door cuts off the bassist and you both share a look of horror when it swings open and both Jake and Josh are standing behind it.

"Oh, sorry, are we interrupting?" Jake chides "We're going to the studio but plans have changed a bit. We don't need you to record your bass today."

Sam looks perplexed but also slightly relieved. "Text me if you change your mind."

"You, on the other hand, we need you to come with us." Josh's voice holds more malice than you're used to and both of the twins eyes have a shine that lets you know they're planning something.

"Why? I'm not even in the band."

"We just need you for some background vocals."

It wasn't uncommon for you to occasionally step in and sing a bit but by the way that Jake is looking at you, you can tell it's not going to be a regular day at the studio.

"Meet us in the car when you're decent." Josh's voice is slightly cutting and when he motions to your bare legs your cheeks flame with embarrassment, you hadn't even noticed your lack of bottoms.

After getting properly dressed you give Sam a weary look and head downstairs to the car. Josh is sitting in the passenger seat and Jake is in the driver's which leaves you to sit in the back. The air in the car is thick with tension and you gulp when the car doors lock and Jake starts driving.

Jake is first to break the silence, "What the fuck was that about, y/n?"

You play coy, hoping it'll help you in the long run, "What do you mean?"

"Don't fucking do that shit, it's pathetic. Why the fuck were you in our brothers bed this morning?"

You want to bite back with some comment about how he never actually saw you in the bed but think better of it as you notice his hands gripping the steering wheel impossibly tight. "We were just having some fun, we got stupid drunk last night and made a bad decision, so what?"

"So what?" Josh echoes with a bitter laugh.

"Is this you choosing a side? Do you like Sam better than us, do you think we couldn't make you feel just as good, angel?" The way Jake says angel makes your stomach flip but you try your best to hide how he's effecting you.

You want to laugh at his inclusion of Josh, as if the two of them are unit but once again think better of such an action when they both look so serious. "You two must be on something, it was obviously a mistake! It's not like i'm in love with him or something."

"We just feel left out, is all." Josh chimes in.

"Everything has to be a fucking competition with you three." You cross your arms over your chest a turn your head to look our the window. The rest of the drive is spent in complete silence which couldn't unsettle you more. When Jake finally pulls into the lot of the studio you jump at the opportunity to get out a stretch your legs, finding yourself very sore from the previous nights affair.

"Looks like Sammy fucked you good." Jake groans as he watches you bend to touch your toes and wince. You can feel him running his hand over the swell of your ass and so you stand abruptly, following behind Josh into the studio.

Once in the small, red carpeted room you turn on your heel and face the twins. "What is it that you need me to record? I wanna get this over with so I can get the fuck out of here."

"Well, we have sort of an obscure idea." They both look at you expectantly and so you nod for Josh to continue. "We heard you last night and well, we wanted to record some of that for ourselves to put in Lover, Leaver."

You're so taken aback that you actually take a step away from the boys and laugh, defensively crossing your arms over your chest. "Are you fucking insane?"

"Well, we also have a little bet you see. I think I can get prettier moans out of you than Joshy boy here can."

Once again you laugh in disbelief, brining your fingers up to massage your temples "Oh my god, you're serious."

"Come on angel, you sounded so pretty, give us a little taste for the new record." Jake steps towards you, pulling you by your wrist and placing a kiss to it.

"We think it's only fair that we get to hear it too, since you went behind our backs and fucked our little brother." Josh is now advancing on you too, tilting your head towards him by your chin and running his thumb over your bottom lip.

Jake now has a hold on your waist and brings his lips to your neck, running his tongue over your pulse point. You thread your fingers into his hair and do the same to Josh with your other hand. When dips to actually kiss your lips you arch your back into him. All possible frustrations have melted on your tongue and all you can imagine now is getting absolutely destroyed by these two in the recording booth.

"Guys--" You breathe out but a paralyzing wave of lust rushes over you and you succumb to their subtle touches. "Fine, I'll do it."

"Good girl. Now get in the booth and take your clothes off." Jake practically growls.

Your body is tingling with electricity and every step you take makes you shiver with excitement, who knew it would be so easy to get you to say yes? When you step into the booth you close the door carefully behind you and begin to strip. There's a worn leather couch and a table inside, along with a bunch of amps that aren't plugged into anything. You don't bother making a show of taking your clothes off, you just hurriedly pull them from your body until you're down to your bra and underwear.

You watch from the glass as the boys have some sort of conversation that quite obviously involves you as they continue to motion to your almost naked form. Finally they both nod and Jake comes in.

"Are you familiar with the light system?" You're not expecting him to ask that so you stand like a deer in headlights, nodding aggressively. "Use your words and don't make me ask again."

"Yes, I am."

"Okay, if i were to ask you what colour you are right now what would you say?"

You bow your head, not necessarily out of embarrassment but just to let the contents of the situation really sink in "Green."

"Good." Jake takes a minute to walk around you, regarding your body and the way it trembles under his gaze. The air crackles with anticipation of what's to come and you know he can feel it just as much as you can. "Do you want me to touch you?"

You don't even have to think, letting the word slip out so effortlessly one would think you've done this with him before "Yes."

He steps towards you and you now become aware of Josh sitting on the other side of the glass, watching you with a hungry expression. Jake stands behind you and slides his hands along your stomach and up to cup your breasts. You push against him, arching into his touch. A moan leaves your lips when he brings his mouth to your necks and sucks a hickey into the delicate skin, all the while kneading your breasts through your lacey bra.

"Jake--" You whine and he snakes his hand up to your throat, effectively trapping you against him.

"Such a pretty mouth, saying such pretty things, did you sound like that when you were fucking Sam last night? I bet you sounded like a whiny little slut, begging for him to fuck you."

The odd tinge of jealousy in his voice is very uncharacteristic. You've all had your moments flirting with each other but it's never ended like this before. Jake starts to step backwards and you have no other option but to follow, your feet practically dragging on the floor as he walks you over to a waist high stack of amps.

"Bend over, pretty angel." He speaks into your hair and then releases you. You fall forward and he does nothing to help you as you scramble to place yourself against the amp. Without warning Jake grabs your panties and all but rips them off, throwing the fabric aside. "Jesus Christ, look at your pretty cunt all pink and wet for me."

"Jakey, please--"

A harsh slap lands on the swell of your ass and you jolt forwards, letting out a loud whine. Against your better judgement you cast your hand behind you, searching for Jake's hair, skin, anything that can anchor you to the moment.

"So fucking desperate, I wish you could see how pathetic you look right now." He lands another smack on your ass, this time harder and a sound short of a scream escapes your throat. You're shaking violently, lust drunk and touch starved. You can feel the ache between your legs growing and you have to squeeze your thighs together to get as much friction as you can.

"Touch me Jake, please" Your stumbling over your words, still reaching around behind you until your hand lands on something. When you look back you've grabbed Josh's arm and sigh, you hadn't seen him come in.

"Look at that, she's dripping all over her thighs." Josh laughs. He then bends down into a squat and drags his fingers through your folds, collecting your slick on his fingers and standing back up. "Open up." You obey and part your lips just enough for Josh to slide his fingers against your tongue. You suck desperately at the digits, trying to get as much as you can out of the simple gesture. His eyes are dark, pupils blown so wide you can barely see the chocolatey brown colour his irises typically hold.

"I brought you this" Josh says, now turning his attention to Jake. He's holding something in his hand but you can't crane your neck far enough to see it. Your body jolts when the feeling of leather being dragged across your reddened ass alerts you to the item Josh retrieved.

"Would you like to do the honors or shall I?" Jake soothes the skin of your ass with his palm, gently sweeping it over your burning flesh.

"You can, I'll hold her." Josh then directs his attention to you "What's your colour angel?"

"G-green" You stutter out, so incredibly turned on that your tongue will barely form words.

Jake runs the belt against your skin again before drawing back and cracking it against you. You yelp in surprise and moan when Josh's mouth goes to soothe over you with his tongue. Once he's pleased with himself he takes your wrists and moves to hold them against the small of your back. Jake kicks your legs open even more and now you're completely at their disposal, unable to move and completely spread out.

"Count to four for me angel, does that sound alright?"

You nod but he doesn't take that, instead he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you up so he can growl in your ear "Words, don't make me make it nine."

"Yes--" You let out a shuddering breath "--fuck, yes. That sounds fine."

Jake releases you and pets your head "You're sure you're green?" His whisper is so quiet that you barely catch it.

"Yes, keep going."

"Dirty girl." Josh jeers.

Finally you feel Jake draw back again and when the belt makes contact with the swollen skin of your ass you choke out "One."

Josh continues with his method of soothing, dragging his mouth over you and then allowing Jake to spank you again. The process is repeated until finally the last hit radiates through the room and you cry out, "Four!"

Giving you absolutely no time to recover Josh spins you around to face them. Your legs can barely hold you up and there's drool coating your chin. "Who do you want first?"

"You. I want you first, Josh." You don't even have to think about your choice, you already know Josh will be the kinder of the two and you'd much rather have an explosive grand finale with Jake.

"I'll go make sure we record this." The younger of the twins exits the booth and leaves you to stand shaking under Josh's gaze. His eyes are soft and he reaches out to caress your face, brushing some hair away from your eyes and wiping your chin.

"Where do you want me?" You whimper out, voice faltering to such a great extent that you wince.

"Awh, angel, you sound so fucked out already." His tone is teasing as he motions to the couch "I'll take it easy on you mama, go lay down over there."

You walk on wobbly legs over to the couch and do as he asked, laying back across the couch. Your bra is still perfectly in tact and you go to remove but Josh gives you a warning look. "What are you going to do to me?"

"I'm going to fuck you so hard the only name you'll remember is mine."

You throat goes dry and your tongue feels heavy and inflated in your mouth. "Please, Josh." The boys had barely touched you yet and you were already a shaking mess.

The singer sheds his shirt and starts to unbutton his jeans as he walks towards you. Your eyes are glued to his hands as he pulls down his pants but then they find the outline of his dick in his boxers and your eyes go wide. He was a god, his soft tummy and chest all tan and beautiful, you wanted to run your hands over his skin, drag your tongue down his chest.

You pull yourself up onto your knees and give him your best puppy dog eyes, "Can I please touch you?"

He moves to stand in front of you and forces you to meet his eyes by grabbing your chin. He first removes the confines of your bra and then with a curt nod lets you know that you can finally place your hands on him. You start slow, rubbing your hands from his thighs, to his hips, to his stomach, to his chest. Placing your finger tips on his shoulder which is as far as you can stretch your arms, you lean forward and press a kiss to his stomach. He sighs and tilts his head back as you continue, kissing down each side of his abdomen, dragging your tongue along his soft skin. Josh's hands are deep in your hair, scratching over your scalp as encouragement. When you reach his happy trail you cant help but drag your tongue over it. A shiver wracks through him and whiney moan leaves his lips.

"Do you want me to touch you somewhere else, Josh?"

He relinquishes the power he previously had, clearly too caught up in the idea of having your mouth on him. Josh was never a dominant person and you knew he'd break eventually. He nods his head frantically, pulling your mouth against him again but you move back, looking up at him through your lashes.

"Words, baby." You rake your nails over his hip bones and his hips jut forwards. "And here I thought I was the one about to get fucked until I can't speak, oh how the tables have turned."

"Please mama, don't make me wait."

Slowly, while still keeping eye contact you peel down his boxers and then watch as his cock springs free and slaps his stomach. He's so painfully hard that you hesitate in putting your mouth on him, taking him as far as you can without gagging. His moans are echoing through the booth and when you cast your gaze through the glass to Jake he's mindless scrolling on his phone, clearly waiting for you to be the one moaning, it almost makes you laugh.

You're sure when but at some point Josh's hold on your hair tightened. Now he's thrusting into your mouth at his own pace, not caring for whatever rhythm you had set. He's clearly pressing towards an end goal and you let him use you, relishing in the pretty whines floating past his lips as he fucks your mouth.

"I'm so close." He whimpers and you runs your hands up his thighs as encouragement. He's going impossibly fast now, thrusting sloppy into your mouth and tipping his head back his eyes squeezed shut. Without a second thought he lets go, releasing into your mouth and down your throat. He pulls out with a bit of a sheepish smile.

"Sorry, I got carried away, lay down, it's your turn." His switch in demeanor is laughable as he takes on his serious voice from before. You see Jake perk up from the other side of the glass and shoot him a little smirk. Laying on your back you spread you legs for Josh and watch his mouth hang agape at your eagerness.

"I need you so bad Josh, please." You make sure to really play it up that you have an active audience.

Josh licks his lips and kneels between your legs, pulling you to his mouth by your hips. His tongue is warm and soft against you and immediately you grab his curls, holding him to you as hard as you can manage. You tip your head back when he slides two fingers inside of you, allowing a deep moan to leave you. Locking eyes with Jake you purposefully moan again, this time louder and with more conviction.

"Josh-- Your mouth feels so fucking good, oh my god." You back arches up off the couch and he lays his tongue flat against your clit so you can grind onto him and build up your pleasure by yourself. Upon locking eyes with Jake again you continue to mutter Josh's name "No one's ever made me feel this good-- fuck--"

What once was a smirk painted on the guitarists mouth has turned into a bit of a scowl. Clearly he's a lot easier to make jealous than you had expected and that was a game you'd love to play if he'd keep treating you like he was earlier.

Frantically bucking your hips into Josh's mouth you let out you most obscene moan yet, sounding as though it was straight from a porno. Jake better be recording this cause if your moans are going into a song they need to be extravagant.

"God, I can feel your pretty cunt clenching around my fingers, are you gonna cum, angel?" His eyes are wide and with the way that he's looking at you you can't help but buck your hips against him harder.

"Yes-- fuck-- i'm so close Josh, please let me cum!" You don't know why you've begun to beg but it feels right and you can tell his likes it by the way his fingers pick up speed.

Unfortunately, right at the last second, right as you're about to come undone under him he pulls his fingers out of you and stops moving his tongue against you. You shoot up into a sitting position and uncomfortably shift your hips.

"Josh, please--"

He cuts you off, pressing a finger to your lips, "If you're gonna cum, you're gonna cum while i'm fucking you."

Shifting so he's sitting on the couch, legs spread, cock already hard again, he moves you into his lap. Your back is to the glass so you can't see Jake anymore which is slightly unsettling. Josh stalls a bit, sliding his cock between your folds and toying with your clit.

"Could you just get on with it?" You sound slightly more aggressive than you intended and he smacks your jaw a little bit harder than an innocent swat.

"The only thing I wanna hear from you is how good my cock is making you feel, understand?"

"Yes, sir--" You jest but his sinks you down onto him with as much force as he can muster. Your attitude is caught in your throat and the only thing you can focus on his how big he feels inside of you.

"Can't be mouthy with me now, can you? Barely done anything and I've already fucked you stupid, look at your face."

He's referencing how your mouth is hung agape and your eyes are squeezed shut. You're still trying adjust to his size so when he starts moving a scream-like moan tears through your chest. He's fast and harsh, your pelvises meeting at a bruising pace. Every time he shoves you down he completely bottoms out and the fullness is like nothing you've ever felt before. Your tits are bouncing in his face and he' completely transfixed by the sight.

"Fuck--" You head is tipped back and your fucking yourself on him relentlessly, following the pace he's created and intensifying it by moving in sync. You wrap your arms around his neck and press your face into the crook of his neck, crying out at the newer angle now that your bodies are flush against one another. You moans are slightly muffled by Josh's neck and just as you consider pulling yourself away a harsh tug at you hair pulls your head back. When you open your eyes are locked with Jake's. Why are these two so good at silently entering rooms?

"Open your mouth. Right now." Jake's voice is commanding and your lips immediately part. You watch him almost like it's an out of body experience as he harshly spits into your mouth and then presses your bottom jaw up to close your mouth. Josh's pace has grown a little sporadic while all of this unfolded, probably because you're clenching around him with fierceness you didn't know was inside of you.

"Do it again, Jake." You rasp, still locked in Jake's eyeline.

"Such a slut, begging for me to spit in her mouth." He speaking to Josh and you can feel the twins curly hair tickling your breasts when he nods. "Go on then, beg for it, angel."

"Please, Jakey, I want you to spit in my mouth. I need it."

A smirk paints his face and he nods, not needing more than that to persuade him. "Open up then, angel."

You hurriedly open you mouth, a little bit more than before and when he spits this time he dips his fingers into your mouth and spreads the mix of both of your saliva over your lips as an act of degradation.

Josh is slowly coming apart under you and you're not that far behind. Snaking your hand down between the two of your sweaty bodies you circle your clit, bucking your hips forward. Josh's head falls into the crook of your neck as he cums deep inside of you and after one particular jut of his hip you're sent spiraling into your own high. Jake presses his lips to yours from above you, Spiderman style and although you thought such a kiss would be awkward he somehow makes it that much more sensual. You're uncontrollably moaning and huffing deep breaths into his mouth as you come down and he swallows them all, now gripping your throat and kissing you with a newfound passion.

"It's my turn now." The slightly possessive edge to his voice makes you clench around Josh and he lets out a groan that Jake tries to ignore. "You think you can cum again, for me, angel?"

"Anything for you Jake."

The guttural moan that escapes you when Jake removes you from Josh's lap is slightly embarrassing and your cheeks actually flush red. Once on your feet Jake properly presses his lips to yours hungrily. He's gripping at your hips hard enough to bruise but you couldn't care, you're too focused on how good his lips feel against yours. Jake walks you backwards towards the glass wall and holds you against it by your neck.

"You need to clean yourself up." He growls and you don't really know what he's talking about until you become all too aware of Josh's cum creeping down your thighs. You dip your hand between your legs and gather as much of it as you can onto your fingertips and then put the cum-slicked digits into your mouth, making sure that Jake is holding the eye contact and that Josh is watching too.

"That's so much better." You sigh and give him a cute little smile.

"So fucking mouthy." Jake tsks and shoves his fingers into your mouth to silence any further sass. With his hand occupied he only has one to unbuckle his belt so you help him, gripping the leather and pulling closer. He makes a hmph noise that sends you reeling back into a state of pure lust, although you're not sure why. Your hands work feverishly at the belt and then you're pulling down his pants and releasing his cock from its confines. Jake lets out a strained groan when you start to pump him but he swats your hand away.

You try to form a sentence around his fingers but it comes out muffled, so he draws his hand back, wiping the spit across your lips as he did previously before letting you speak.

"Are you gonna fuck me Jake?" You bat your eyelashes and try to feign innocence but he sees right through it.

"I will but first, we're going to play a little game. Close your eyes." You don't even question him, you just let your eyes flutter shut and await his next words with baited breath. "If you can keep your eyes closed AND keep yourself from touching me, I'll fuck you however you want me to... but if you can't--" He pauses and you can now feel Josh at your side, brushing some stray hairs behind your ear "--Josh and I will edge until you're crying for us to stop."

"Does that sound good, angel?" Josh whispers against your neck.

You keep it short and simple, whimpering out a yes and then moving to hold your arms against the wall. You're expecting them to touch you but nothing happens instead you hear the door close and Jake's voice right in your ear.

"I can't wait to fucking ruin you."

His words make you want to reach out, thread your fingers through his hair and attack his mouth with your own but you hold fast and keep as still as you can. You squeeze your eyes shut until you see a vibrant array of colors swirling around your eyelids. Jake doesn't say anything else but you can still hear and feel him breathing heavily against your neck. Eventually he rests his head on your shoulder and that's when you can feel it. Every couple of seconds his fist lightly nudges your stomach and its so rhythmic that you can see what he's doing crystal clear in your mind.

"What are you doing, Jakey?" You breathe out, voice at least an octave higher than usual.

"I think you know the answer to that, angel." He hums, breathing growing heavier. He starts to press sloppy kisses to your neck, open mouthed and even just biting you on an offbeat. You start to notice his pace picking up and you long to drop to your knees and help him or even just to look upon his face as he finishes. As soon as the thought passes your mind you feel him pull away.

"Turn around, I can't wait any longer, I need to be inside of you."

You obey and press your face against the glass, probably giving Josh a great view of your tits if he's sitting in the chair that Jake had occupied before. Struggling to keep your eyes closed you let out a grunt of annoyance but it's quickly spun into a moan when Jake pushes into you.

"God, you're making such a fucking mess, you're so wet."

Jake curls his body over yours and starts thrusting into you. You place your palms against the glass and he puts his hands over yours, interlocking your fingers. He's driving into you with such force that in your semi-overstimulated state you already feel close to cumming. You wish you could see that way that Jake looked right now because his moans are deep and filling your ears so pleasantly.

"Please, Jake--" You're not even sure of what you're asking for but he seems to understand your body better than you, snaking his hand down to rub tight circles on your clit. You shake against him, unable to properly hold yourself up.

"Is my pretty angel gonna cum?"

"Mmm, Jake-- Please--" You can barely form a coherent sentence and when Jake withdraws the hand rubbing your clit and when you hear him spit on his fingers before toying with it again you cum around him, right then and there.

"Holy shit, you're gonna--" Jake is promptly cut off by his own orgasm taking hold of him. You can feel him filling you up so deliciously that you squeeze your eyes shut even harder. He keeps pounding into you, riding out his high until he's satisfied. "You can open your eyes now. Are you okay?"

You let yourself acclimatize once you can see again and then when he pulls out you turn around to face him. His cheeks are flushed red from exertion but maybe something else too as he has a sheepish grin on his face.

"I'm great, although I may need some help walking out of here." You both laugh and Josh reenters the room, gathering your clothes for you. "Did you get some good audio?" You ask it innocently but even thinking about putting any of what happened in this room into a song makes your stomach churn with something akin to excitement.

"I'd say so." Jake murmurs into your neck, kissing below your ear.

Josh hands you your little bundle of clothes and Jake steps away from you after placing one final kiss to your cheek. Once redressed you all decide to call it a day and head back. The car ride is quiet this time but the tension is gone, now replaced with a shared tiredness between the three of you.

When the car pulls into the driveway you become greatly aware of your state, you can barely walk and you have lovebites all over your neck. "I think we should have a talk with Sam."

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[wolfish-trickster]

..........

The doorknob jiggled and-

"GOTCHA!" a sparkly cloud of pink and red glitter engulfed Loki from behind. He turned around only to see you with a giant grin on your face and an empty still glittering bucket in your hands. "April Fools, Loki."

He was more than confused. He was startled, relieved, angry but most importantly he was baffled. 'What just happened?'

He must've looked hilarious to you, because you soon started laughing like mad. And who wouldn't? With a god with a completely lost expression and pink glitter all over him standing right in plain view.

Loki blinked few times to return to reality and understand what happened. "You," he gestured at you and then pointed at bathroom door, "how-wha-....? Can someone explain what just happened?" he asked desperately for answers.

"Oh Loki," you breathed out and straightened yourself. "I'm so glad what you did earlier was just a prank. To be honest, I wouldn't have know if it wasn't for the fact you NEVER spare someone on this day. And you did say the big one was about to come, remember?"

"So you knew? This whole time? B-but how? I didn't tell anybody. I'm not saying I'm not glad you didn't fall for it, I'm just.... confused."

Your smile fell. "You know, at first I really did think you were breaking up for real," you hugged yourself and looked away. "You were always a great actor."

"Y/N," he took a small hesitant step towards you, "I am so sorry. What I did was too cruel and I never wanted to hurt you."

"I know."

An awkward moment of silence.

"When did you realize what I said was a lie?" Loki asked.

"When I saw you on security cameras running up and down calling out for me. People who break up with someone don't usually do that. Also you were in my old bedroom hugging my dusty plushie and crying. That was a good clue too," you made an attempt at a joke to lighten the atmosphere.

He chuckled. "Yes, it was. But, how did you," he pointed at the bathroom door.

You held out your phone and pressed play. Sounds of sniffing and crying came from the bathroom, identical to those he heard before. "A bluetooth speaker plus some recordings. I wanted to use them for something else, but they did come in handy for today," you paused the audio and tucked the phone away.

"You are one clever girl, outsmarting me at my own game," he smiled softly, but still with guilt.

"Yeah. But please, don't do these types of pranks again, okay? Never say anything you can't take back. And especially when you mean it as a joke. You're risking person's trust in you when you do that. Those kind of words can hurt people more than a bucket of water falling on them or snakes jumping out from cans."

"Don't worry darling, I learned my lesson. No fake break ups again. I promise," he went in to hug you but you quickly dodged.

His face fell again. "I understand, you don't fully trust me after all of that. I shall keep my distance untill you say otherwise," he held his hands behind his back and glanced at floor.

You giggled. "No, it's not that. You are still covered in glitter and I don't want it on my favourite shirt."

Loki nearly forgot his whole back was glittery. He was relieved you didn't dodged for the reason he thought. "You are right. I will just quickly wash it off and then can I humbly ask for a hug?"

"Yes, you can."

Loki smiled.

"But," you lifted a single finger and gestured at the glitter not only on him but on the floor as well, "only after every single piece of glitter is gone from this room. And I'm warning you, glitter is a bitch. You can find it even on places you've never been to with them."

"Is this some kind of a punishment?"

"Yes, you can think of it as a tiny punishment for making me cry."

"Anything you say, as long as you forgive me and let me stay in your life. And for the record I would gladly clean the whole Tower as a punishment for making you cry."

You stepped over the glittery puddle and lightly kissed him on his clean cheek. "You don't have to, just do this room and you'll be forgiven. I love you, Loki."

"And I love you, my darling."

Bonus:

*next day*

Tony: Hey Thor, where have you been the whole yesterday? Did you leave us to suffer under your brother's jokes? That's not a team spirit man.

Thor: *having flashbacks to drinking 1 whole cup of vinegar thinking it was water, jumping from his bed to other side of the room on his desk, grabbing Mjolnir and smashing the whole window just so he could fly out, only to later realize that just those few cups around his bed are real and rest is just illusion, having to explain to some citizens why he was standing in the middle of the street with glass shreds in his hair and Thor themed pyjamas with a small vinegar stain on it, promptly escaping to another planet out of embarrassment *

Thor: .....

Thor: he put a snake in my boot

[manikrege]

I reached out to the kid I bullied in school. It hurt like a bitch.

Moving places makes you realize how badly humans need closure. How hard we strive for the chapters of our lives to open & end neatly, one by one. And how much we hate cliffhangers, incomplete pages, or vague endings off the screen.

I tried to seek my closure yesterday. Because I'm moving away from the neighborhood I grew up in. Don't worry, it's nothing I'm going to miss. School sucked for me, as it did for most 'studious' kids.

Fat, nerdy, weird, and a bit on the 'girlish' side, it was like this boy entered the class wearing a cap that said, "Your new favorite target." Of course, the cool kids ganged up & left me broken. I felt all alone like a wet puppy abandoned in the rain.

So like a dog, I learned survival, the ugly way. I bit back, chewed on smaller prey. And before I knew it, became the very thing I hated the most. A bully.

Roy, let's call him that, had the same awkwardness that had made me a target. His only disadvantage was that he didn't want to fight back. This allowed me to slowly strangle him, one taunt at a time.

It started out as lame jokes that you'd expect from any teenager. Calling him "gay," laughing at his curves, making him feel unwanted. This graduated into mild jabs & punches. And then finally, one day, the five of us spent 2 straight hours 'roasting' him, stepping on every last piece of his self-confidence that we could find on the floor.

Turns out, he'd had enough & his father was at my door with an audio recording of what we thought was sublime standup comedy. I felt ashamed but cried victim, pushing the blame back onto him. Tit for tat.

We stopped playing with him after that day. He had become a traitor. I don't know if he found that liberating. And if he did, I can't imagine how fucked up that would be ... feeling happy to finally have no one you can make memories with.

I went abroad and forgot about Roy. Until yesterday when we were packing up and I saw him pass by. Something snapped. Like an ice cube being run down my neck.

As someone who has been through so many changes in the last few years, I felt an urgent need to prove to myself that I'm no longer the person I was years in 2014. I wanted to leave this shithole behind for good.

So I messaged him on Facebook.

Dear Roy,

I won't ask if you remember me because I know you do. I just wanted to say I'm really sorry for how I treated you.

There's no explanation. No my side of the story. No excuse. And they weren't just harmless jokes.

I bullied you badly and caused you a lot of pain. Practically ruined your childhood. And I don't know if you're doing better. I hope you are.

You didn't deserve any of the shit I gave you. I did it because I felt powerless myself and needed something to fill that hollow space in my days.

We moved out yesterday & I wanted you to know that I'm aware of my mistakes and although I can't change the past, I am working to heal, both myself and others. I'm part of some NGOs that help poor kids in Majiwada. I do regular activities to put a smile on their faces.

Again, I know this isn't enough or even related but I hope someday you can forgive me. Even if you can't, I understand. And I really wish that you find love, happiness, and peace wherever you go - yes you do deserve those things. I was wrong.

Please let me know if I can do anything for you.

Thanks.

He responded with that "blue thumbs up" icon. That's all. I didn't push it, either. We didn't have a heart-to-heart conversation to go over everything. I'll probably never see him again or know how he turned out to be. It just is.

So did I get my closure? As I unpack in my new room, I'm not sure if it matters anymore. Because I think human relationships are much messier than we let on. You cannot just file them into chapters.

Sometimes they'll end abruptly.

Sometimes they'll reappear again and again, unexpectedly.

And sometimes you'll find new meanings every time you go back to old pages.

More importantly, you cannot just erase the damage you do to people. You cannot say sorry hoping everything will be forgotten and forgiven. The harsh truth about scars is that they never really heal.

But someday someone will look at those scars you caused on people, and madly fall in love with them. Someone will find that pain beautiful. Someone will turn it into a source of strength and love. And you can take the first step towards making that happen - by just saying one word.

GET TO THE POINT- If you think you hurt someone, you're right 9/10 times because we're hardwired for empathy & kindness so the moment we give in to hate, our mind sends us a small hunch. So just say you're sorry. Not "sorry if I hurt you." Not "sorry but it wasn't my intention." Just. Fucking. Sorry. Own what you did. It means everything.

DON'T FORGET IT- Yes, it's best if you repent asap but even if it's 10 years later, admitting to your fuckups is the right thing to do.

DON'T EXPECT AN OK- Your sorry is about you choosing to become better. For the person in front of you, it represents lots of trauma, heavy baggage, and painful memories that they've probably suppressed or internalized. So they may not forgive you or even respond. Please respect their privacy & feelings this time. And move on.

Trust me, this was one of the hardest things I've done as an adult. That said, I think we all did stupid things when we were kids. I think we were all MADE TO DO stupid things by a select few who understood intuitively how war works. I think most of us were a form of entertainment. Puppets. Dogs in a fighting ring. Dogs trying to fit in, or be liked, or just be left alone.

Just realizing how insanely toxic this entire game was ... is probably the most obvious sign that you're growing up. I know I am. I'm actively working to be truer to the kid I was before they took him away from me. And I know it's not going to be some beautiful transformative journey away from my past like they show in the movies.

It'll be ugly, too painful to bear sometimes. Because I'll meet parts of me that I hate. Parts you'd hate if you knew them. Parts that I'd rather not be remembered for. But you know what?

Sometimes, the first step in conquering your demons is accepting that they exist.

That they make you but don't define you. That you have a choice to be kinder, sweeter, warmer. And the only thing that matters is whether you have the courage to make that choice even when the whole world is giving you a billion reasons not to.

Be that one reason everyone needs to heal.

[ecofinisher]

Don't mind me, just thought about going "telenovela" with my Sims by having the father-in-law get his own son's daughter pregnant for drama 😂

Of course, I didn't record the full gameplay, just recorded the important parts and put them together. I'll add here screenshots as well.

Youtube description: I was bored and needed to make something different in the game. 😂 For short, the Langerak's oldest son was already married in-game to River McIrish, which made her the daughter-in-law to Dustin. Instead of using him to betray his own wife with the sister I went a different direction and did it with Parker's wife. Throughout the entire gameplay, Parker Langerak was the only one to not have realized what was going on despite being aware, that River was the girl leading him, which kind of made no sense, cause if he doesn't know it or better.....if he has never seen it or heard, why would he know? 😂 These are the important clips of the gameplay I went through. Note: The audio is Nokternal by Aurora, a free-for-use soundtrack. Gamers of Midnight Club may be familiar with it.

Open up for the taken screenshots during the gameplay:

Here you see, that Dustin cleary has a thing for his son's wife 😂 interestingly the two men kinda have the same smile.

Dustin's affair with Parker's wife was spotted by his daughter Kaylynn, which of course was irritated by it and would dodge any contact with her father, no matter how sorry he was.

Knowing from River, he was to blame for both their mistake as well and now had a new trouble coming up for their "accidental" affair.

(My fellow simmers as Master Oogway says: "There are no accidents", all this in the game play wasn't an accident either)

River did not want anyone to know, what happened and mostly of all, she did not want her father-in-law near her or the unborn child.

Iliana, Dustin's wife heard, what happened from their daughter Kaylynn and came into action (It's also kind of hilarious, how he just thinks of River as he's slapped 😂 I'm pretty sure, she could read his mind)

Upon the arrival of the new baby, Parker got to know the full story from his own mother. Much to Dustin's dismay....

Yes, imagine knowing your husband slept with his own son's wife and had a baby with her.

Understandable reaction. The part I will never understand is, how you knew your own dad was betraying your own mother with your own wife, but you didn't know your wife was betraying you with your own dad. (Used a lot of "own", but this seriously made me laugh the entire time.

(Look at her curves....no seriously, I see some odd curves on her. I guess it's the nightgown....) This guy's whole world broke in pieces. The baby, that he thought was his turned out to be his half-brother!

404 Tears not found.

That's all for now. I stopped right here and left the gameplay do it's own thing on its own, because I left for dinner. Nobody died, I just lost my pets 😭

[archiveikemen]

Mashiro Kanade Main Story — Chapter 19

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The same morning MC visited Kanade's room with the completed song...——

Meguru: ...

In the Music Control Bureau Director's office, Meguru was listening to music while looking through the research data about 'Own The Night'.

There was a knock on the door and Yuzuru entered the office.

Yuzuru: Thanks for coming in so early in the morning.

Yuzuru: Here's the latest data you asked for.

Meguru: Oh, thanks.

As Yuzuru stepped forward to pass Meguru the documents in his hand, he looked at the speakers in the room.

Yuzuru: It's unusual for you to play music.

Yuzuru: This isn't subject to censorship, right?

The song playing was an instrumental by the world famous, government approved solo guitarist, SO.

Meguru: Yuzuru.

Meguru glanced at Yuzuru.

Meguru: Are you playing dumb with me?

Meguru: You're the one who left this CD here for me to listen to.

Yuzuru: Hahaha, have I been found out? You sure do know everything.

Yuzuru approached Meguru...

Yuzuru: SO's music is, of course, not subjected to censorship.

Yuzuru: But there something that has been bothering me lately.

Yuzuru: So I wanted you to listen to it...

Yuzuru placed the documents on the desk and smiled again.

Yuzuru: You know what I'm talking about, don't you?

Yuzuru deliberately put his hand next to his ear.

Yuzuru: This song has no singing, and yet it's breaking the birdcage from within...

Yuzuru: Does it not sound as if it's screaming that it wants to sing freely?

Meguru: ...

Yuzuru's tone sounded somewhat amused yet hateful.

Meguru frowned and fell silent.

In contrast to SO's music that was playing the the director's office,

At the Sakuragi...—— In Kanade's room, there was only the sound of two people talking quietly.

Kanade: You're finally here.

Kanade: Come in.

MC: ...I'm sorry for disturbing you.

When I entered his room, the first thing I noticed was that the bed was still neat and tidy.

I couldn't help but wonder...

MC: Kanade, did you not sleep last night?

(It's still quite early in the morning, so I thought you were asleep just now.)

Kanade responded matter-of-factly to my question.

Kanade: Yeah, I was busy composing.

(I knew it. If Kyoichiro were to find out, he's going to be in trouble.)

When I thought about that, Kanade held out his hand...

Kanade: It's done, right? Give it to me.

MC: ...Okay.

I gazed at his face as I handed him the music sheets and demo recording.

MC: I tried to record a demo by myself. But... I'm not very good at singing.

Kanade: ...

Kanade didn't answer.

He walked straight to the part of his room that was lined with music equipment.

(I'm getting nervous...)

I casually glanced at him.

Kanade sat in a chair, his eyes fixed intently on the music sheet.

Kanade: ...

MC: ...

In the silence, the demo recording in the audio system started to play.

The melody I played on the piano could be heard, and Kanade tapped a finger on his lap to the rhythm.

(Ah...)

Kanade's reaction was slightly better than the 'hmph' he used to give me whenever I showed him the songs I wrote.

As I stared at Kanade's finger tapping to the rhythm, my heart started beating faster.

(This is the first time Kanade is seriously listening to my song.)

The melody, accompanied by my poor singing skills, made me feel a mixture of anticipation and anxiety.

I held my chest tightly as I stared at him.

A smile gradually formed on Kanade's face that looked so beautiful in the morning sunlight...

Kanade: Hm...

(Is Kanade smiling?)

I had never seen Kanade so happy before, I was amazed.

It felt like a lot of time had passed, and as I waited, the demo recording came to an end.

At the same time, Kanade's finger also stopped.

The smile then disappeared from his face.

Kanade: ...

MC: ...

(How was it?)

Kanade wasn't saying anything as he looked down at the music sheet.

I became increasingly anxious.

Then I looked at the clock and gasped.

(Maybe it's time for Kanade to get ready to go out.)

(Should I come back another time? ...I'm not exactly in a hurry to get his opinion anyway.)

I went to the door and called out to Kanade as I placed my hand on the doorknob.

MC: Um, Kanade.

MC: I'm sorry if it's too early in the morning. I can come back at a later time if you like...

Right when I was about to open the door,

MC: Huh...!?

Kanade's voice suddenly echoed through the room...

I turned around with my eyes wide open.

Kanade stood up and sang the song that he only heard once.

I held my breath and gripped the doorknob as I listened to Kanade's singing fill the room at full volume.

(Kanade is singing my song.)

(This is amazing.)

My heart was going crazy with its beating.

My whole body was stunned, it was as if my soul had been stolen away.

The sound of his singing escaped through the half-open door, and the early risers of the Sakuragi rushed to Kanade's room.

Henri: What!?

Koki: What are you doing this early in the morning?

Evan: Woof!

Next to Koki, looking a little dumbfounded, Haruto was the first one to notice and opened his mouth to speak.

Haruto: ...I've never heard this song before.

While everyone was buzzing around, Kanade didn't stop singing.

As I listened to Kanade's singing, I felt a strange sensation.

(Kanade's singing doesn't only steal and devour my soul. Accompanied by the powerful music, it makes me feel as if I have been reborn.)

I thought I had polished my song, but it was still a gem in the rough.

Its entire surface was polished by Kanade, and I could see it shine even brighter.

(The song is only completed when someone sings it for me.)

MC: Nn...

I realised that tears were running down my cheeks.

At the same time, Kanade's singing faded out and the room fell silent once again.

Haruto looked at my face and widened his eyes in surprise.

Haruto: Are you crying?

MC: Ah.

I hurriedly wiped the tears from my cheeks with my hands.

MC: This is... um...

(It's a little different from being moved to tears.)

(My heart was shaken and tears just flowed out naturally.)

I tried to figure out how to express my feelings.

Before I knew it, Kanade was approaching me, his hair swaying in the air...

Kanade: ...

MC: Huh?

He suddenly reached out his arms and hugged me tightly.

I was startled by the sudden warmth of being held against his chest and the sound of his heartbeat.

Gaku: Ah.

Ritsu: What...!?

As I stood frozen, I could hear the astonishment in the voices of the people around me.

Koki: Hey, hey. I told you to keep it within limits!

As soon as the confusion in my mind started to clear, I was able to make sense of the situation.

My body temperature and heart rate immediately rocketed.

(I'm...)

(...Being held in Kanade's embrace?)

My body started to relax in Kanade's arms.

MC: K-Kanade...

Perhaps noticing that I've gone weak, Kanade's arms tightened around me to support my body.

Kanade: Ahaha...!

While holding me in his arms, Kanade let out a laugh from the bottom of his heart.

Everyone around us gasped.

Ritsu: Is Kanade laughing!?

Gaku: This might be my first time seeing it.

Kanade didn't care about their reactions.

I was still in his arms, our cheeks almost touching.

Kanade: Way to go.

[the-sapphire-general]

New Playthrough

First off, I am so sorry for taking a long time to start a new playthrough on my YouTube channel. OpenEmu wasn't cooperating with me at first...until I realized my laptop must never be on my bed to play video games on an emulator!! I honestly felt like a complete idiot, but on the other hand, I'm new to emulators. So I recently began recording the next playthrough, an obscure PS1 game that I took a liking to and it's pretty fun in my opinion. I have the first two parts recorded courtesy of my screen recorder I downloaded from the Mac App Store to record gameplay on OpenEmu. I haven't uploaded them yet because VideoPad is one tricky video editor I use to edit and export the videos. It turns out I can't stick with their default options, so I experiment with them until the video turns out well once I upload it to YouTube. The first part took FOREVER to get it exported into a file that didn't get screwed over once it's on YouTube. I kept winding up with a YouTube video that caused the video and audio to be out of sync. But I'm getting the hang of it now and the two videos I made so far turned out well. I don't know when I'll make them available but it should be soon. My channel is now known as Sonic&Sephiroth91.

[conner-grace]

The Detective and his Little Assistant (part 4)

(Part Index)

Chapter 3: The Plot Thickens

*Warning spoilers if you haven't gotten through 6/13 in the game*

A/N-Before the chapter starts, I want to explain a couple things. First, I chose to make Kaito a witch because I identify myself as a witch, and yes, I do mean witch, not warlock, because witch is, in fact, a gender-neutral term, also due to me being a witch, everything Kito does involved with witchcraft will be based off my own experiences, knowledge, religion and opinions, so please don't tell me I'm wrong unless you can cite a reliable source for your info. Second, for those reading this, who don't know Japanese culture very well, calling someone by their first name without an honorific (-san, -kun, -chan, ect.) unless you know them very well, or they've given you permission, is highly offensive. Please remember these for future chapters :) .

Now to the story.

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Monday, June 13th, After School

*Akechi's P.O.V*

I was listening to the audio data from the pen I downloaded to my phone on the way from the station to work. I was quite happy to see that it hadn't been accidentally turned off throughout the day, despite the likelihood for it to have. I was actually skipping past a bit that seemed to be a personal conversation between her and her friends, though I seemed to be the topic of their talk. If it weren't for my current opinion of Yuno, I might've even blushed at the direction the discussion was going, however, I was disgusted and just trying to get past it.

"Finally." I sigh, getting past it, not surprised that it took up all of lunch. Listening as she head's to pe. "Hmm, who should I ask for help on my homework today?" She either wonders aloud or asks her friends, judging by the steps I heard around her. Her friends offered up names. I quickly realized all the names were all from the top 10 students in the first and second years, 'but most of those kids would never-oh, yeah, blackmail'  I think, my gritting my teeth. 'Wait, thinking about it, not even Kaito-kun would've taken this lying down, so what's she got on him that he doesn't want me to know?'  I knew it as a little self-centered to think I'm the only one who mattered, but it Kaito had in fact told me that my opinion was the only one that mattered to him, and the teachers would never believe any bad rumors about him since he was the star student of nearly every class he was in. He also never cared what any of the students around him thought of him, except, after we became friends, for me. In fact, a couple months after we became friends and before I knew he considered himself a witch by his religion, a kid that that seemed to a rather bad opinion of Kaito-kun and said something about my friend cursing him or something like that. Kaito-kun seemed to not have even heard him, but then froze quickly looked to me, fear flashing through his eye like lightning before he hid it. I realized later he’d been worried about my reaction and trying to hide it. I'd ended up asking if he'd cursed our fellow student, and he'd replied he never cursed anyone, I'd then asked why out of curiosity, and he'd told me it was because cause he was selfish, and since he believed in karma, he didn't want the negative energy of a curse coming back to bite him later.

I felt an earbud pulling me out of my ear, snapping me out of my small trip down memory lane. "Oh don't worry, I've got something special planned for-" I heard through the other earbud as I paused the recording, knowing I'd have to relisten to it later after, hearing an annoyed sigh next to me that I knew belonged to Sae-san.

"Oh, sorry Sae-san. I got lost in thought it seems." I say with a practiced sheepish smile, pulling out the other earbud.

"I hope you know you were so lost in thought you nearly walked into the door." She smirks teasingly. "Maybe you should keep the music for your work-outs only."

"Guess so." I chuckle, remembering the few hours of music Kaito-kun had given for my birthday as well, that I'd put on my phone and started listening to during my early morning runs, and noticing I’d been only a couple steps from walking into the door.

"Well, let's go in then, we've got cases to get to." She smiles.

"Indeed." I smile, opening the door for her.

"Always the gentleman, thank you." She sighs with a smile, walking in.

"Of course, you're welcome." I smile, following in after.

***

Deciding not to listen to the recording until I got to my apartment, considering how I nearly walked into a door the last time I listened to it on my way somewhere. I was heading back to my apartment in the evening light, hoping Kaito-kun had actually taken the advice of my pre-scheduled messages telling him to go to bed…. even if I wasn't following my own advice. I smile, remembering where my mind had wandered before Niijima-san, and how it had ended. My mind started to drift back down memory lane, remembering how after he'd explained why he didn't curse people, he told me he'd actually reported the student for harassing a female classmate. He ran off to the bathroom after telling me that and it took a little while, however, over the next three days the problem student kept having the worst luck. One of the biggest scenes that spread around the school like wildfire, was the when girl he'd been harassing, who was actually quite sweet and quiet for the most part, slapping him across the face before admitting he'd been harassing her, causing him to get suspended. When he came back, he ran towards Kaito-kun and I at lunch, nearly falling on his face in the process, and yelled about Kaito-kun cursing him again, my friend seemed completely surprised and a little lost. Though after he left a sly smirk pulled at Kaito-kun's lips.

"I don't curse people, but I can enhance one's karma." He smirked under his breath, causing me to look at him questioningly.

"So, you had something to do with this?" I asked, though not quite believing he could.

"I'd like to think so. I mean, I did use a spell to make all he's done come back to him three times three." He smirked, snapping his fingers while saying the last word, the problem student tripping over his own feet and falling at the same time, causing his smirk to grow. "I was gonna leave it at the report and try helping the girl, but...he just kept pushing." He sighs.

I learned two things that day; 1: don't piss off the witch; 2: Kaito-kun wasn't all rainbows and shy smiles like I'd seen till that point and I'd even started putting a little more stock in mysticism and such. "I could report you." I smirked, mostly curious to see how he'd react, though not quite sure how that'd go. His reaction surprised me, his face fell slightly, though he tried to hide it as he looked down to his food and started playing with it rather than actually eating it. I'd expected him to just laugh it off, as he did with most things.

"I'd like to see how that goes down, with your rep, it might actually go a bit differently than the 20 or so other accusations." He smirked, though his voice was a little harsh.

"I-I said could, not would." I quickly stated, trying to back peddle out of this point in the conversation.

He’d pinched the bridge of his nose with an annoyed sigh. "Sorry, I'm overreacting, but you wouldn't be the first to report if chose to." He murmured.

"That's a bit obvi-"

"I meant the first I considered a friend to do so." He specifies with a sigh, making me freeze, realizing what the statement meant, 'he's...used to being betrayed, so when the possibility of it happening comes up, he immediately goes on the defensive'

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I went straight to my computer after locking my door, hooking my phone up to it so I could better analyze and actually edit the recording so I could only keep what was actually important and discard what wasn't, 'like the first disgusting 30 minutes' I think, deleting that time from the file. Starting back at the beginning of Yuno's talk with her friends. "Hmm, who should I ask for help on my homework today?" I knew whoever she asked for help, probably didn't have an actual choice They talked for a few minutes, before settling on a female student who was 2nd place to Kaito-kun in his class, however one of the other friends piped up. "What about Kaito?" I froze, my worries confirmed that he was a target. I could feel my jaw tighten at the insult of them using his first name, especially without an honorific. "Oh don't worry, I've got something special planned for Kaito today." Yuno giggles, the rest joining her. My hand starts curling into a fist 'what the hell did you do?!' I mentally growl before skipping past, and deleting most the silence of the pe class until I heard Yuno talking to the girl she chose for helping with her homework. Judging by the girl's voice, I was right in assuming her victims at least don't feel like they had a choice in helping her. While she was heading to her next her next class, she told her friends about taping notes to Kaito-kun's locker 'so that's why he seemed a little off after school' I think, feeling the leather strain around my fist. Skipping past and deleting her silent work, stopping when I heard them starting on the notes for his locker, saying what they wrote mostly stupid shit, that had me grinding my teeth and wanting to punch them like 'fag', 'looser', 'freak', then I barely stopped my fist from hitting the desk with the last one, "you're lucky we're not dealing with Salem trails stupid witch". Forcing my hand to relax as I buried my head in my hands, knowing if I hadn't been wearing my gloves, my fingernails would be digging into my scalp right now as they continued.

"If that bitch used my pen to write that." I hissed, ending with a growl that many might've described as murderous as I continued listening, not even wanting to think about what else they might’ve done to him.

"Why not just go ahead and tape a picture of a vase of flowers to his locker Yuno-chan?" One of the friends snickered. "I can't do that, Kaito might freeze long enough for Goro-kun to see, or he might actually tell." Yuno giggled.

*SLAM* my hand hits the desk hard enough I might have actually bruised it hearing that. "Do. Not. Use. My. First. Name." I growled, wishing she could hear venom dripping from every word, wishing I could throttle both of them for that considering doing something like that was a way of telling someone to kill themselves.

"Why didn't you use his pen?" One of the friends smirk, causing me to sigh in relief. "Cause if he manages to find out, he'll never forgive me." Yuno sighs.

'Oh-ho-ho, we're way past no forgiveness bitch' I think with a dark chuckle, getting the last bit of evidence and wishing I had a punching bag in my apartment, as I get up and head to the bath to try and calm myself down enough to go to sleep.

 *Akira's P.O.V*

I had just got back to Lablanc after talking with everyone at the dinner, Makoto-san, third-year, and the student council president had figured out who the phantom thieves were.

"You're back-whoa, you look tired. Long day?" Sojiro-san asks from behind the counter.

'You have no idea' I think with a sigh, nodding my head to my caretaker while I was on probation. "Your day any better?" I ask, deciding to strike up some conversation.

"If slow is better, then yes." He says with a slight smirk.

"Heh, well then, guess I'll head up." I say, not having much else I could say to him.

"Actually..." Sijiro perks up slightly. "Do any students from Aoyama use the station as you?"

"Uh, yeah, Akechi Goro, we actually talked a little this morning too." I say, though figuring that wasn't who he was wondering about.

"No one else?" He asks, trying to seem disinterested...and failing.

I thought for a moment, before remembering the smaller boy that ran over to Akechi-senpai. "Yeah, actually, a boy, around my age, but a bit shorter." I answer, I definitely had Sojiro-san's attention, even if he was trying to hide it. "Akechi-senpai introduced him...Sasaki, Sasaki..." I trailed off, trying to remember his first name.

"Sasaki Kaito, he's short and rather shy?" Sojiro-san offers.