#this photoshoot is absolutely criminal

[sincericida]

ANDREW GARFIELD

for Esquire Magazine (backstage)

(X)

[sisaloofafump]

Thinking about Bruce getting hit by a spell that gives him catlike features for a year. It lasts long enough that he knows he can't hide it, so he integrates it into his public persona.

It doesn't really affect his Batman work. He perches on high places and turns away from physical affection like usual. His cowl already has places for ears and his tail is hidden by his cape. His balance is already so good. The eyes make his night vision better, the flexibility in his feet makes him swifter, he modifies the gloves to match Selina's claws.

But there are little things that change.

He's more sleepy, constantly, and it's rarely a deep nap but he nods off whenever he can. Every few days he needs to cuddle with someone safe and is restless and needy if he can't. His meals (already dense and few and far between) stick to a strict schedule. He sniffs things.

And with those that he's close to, it gets a little more apparent.

He deposits care packages at his kids' doors in the middle of the night with no explanation

He hisses at criminals

He licks his thumb and rubs sauce splatter off Alfred's face in the kitchen

Diana picks him up by the scruff like a misbehaving kitten and he just goes limp

Selina is having the absolute best time of her life. It doesn't matter that they're fighting, once she hears the news she runs back to Gotham and doesn't let him out of the bed for a week

She is, however, mockingly offended that he's both stolen her aesthetic and that he refuses to lean into it. She keeps making him catsuits. She "buys" him cat themed jewelry and he can't even complain about it because she's looking at him with such wonder and awe and then kissing him stupid

He melts into Clark's pets and practically climbs into his lap when they're alone. (Totally Platonically of course). He travels to Metropolis semi-regularly to take care of his cuddling needs away from the indignity of his household

He always checks and makes sure Superman's hair curl is perfect

Socialites love it. They pet his ears and his tail and he drapes himself over them pretending he loves it too, focusing all his attention on controlling his tail muscles and not letting it flick angrily

"Oh no, it didn't give me the muscles to purr" Brucie explains, and then he spots Friend! Ally! Lois Lane across the hall and starts purring up a storm

Lois is unbelievably smug as her and Bruce are nearly chased out by an incredibly jealous heiress

Both Cass and Stephanie are so excited and Steph stops avoiding patrols with Bruce because her need to sneak up behind him and pat his (cowled) head is too strong. He lets it happen. They work well together when she knows she's only allowed to keep it up if she follows all his other mission commands

Damian brings him pamphlets on feline health and behaviours and enforces strict adherence to its guidelines

Jason is insufferable about it, not lessening in his taunts even after the novelty has worn off for everyone else. Bruce once picks him up by the scruff and he goes limp

Wayne Foundation sells multiple photoshoot calendars, ranging from wholesome to downright scandalous. Selina (who is semi-publicly known to be Catwoman after her most recent arrests) directs them the shoot, to the horror of most of the crew

They sell out immediately

Lois buys all three and places the most scandalous in the kitchen with sticky notes covering the most sensitive areas (but leaving enough to let the imagination go wild). The wholesome one goes beside their bed and the mid tier one is on Clark's desk at the Planet. He moves it to Lois's desk. Lois changes his computer wallpaper a full frontal cat!Bruce nude

Bruce gets away with catnapping throughout any meeting he wants

He sets up a "nap room" attached to his office which provides ample excuse to sneak away or work on his batcomputer

Dick doesn't know how to feel. Humour, yes, but it reminds him of the cat themed entertainers at the circus and their acrobatic stunts. He teaches Bruce some of them. He doesn't say why (but Bruce knows)

Bruce chirps when he's sleepy. He curls up with Clark on the couch and Clark memorizes the sound

He accidentally chirps over comms once and without hesitation Clark and Diana reply back. The rest of the league is deeply confused but it becomes a nearly effective check in system for the Trinity

Clark subconsciously learns how to purr. Lois gives him absolute hell for it. The apartment vibrates minutely whenever Bruce is over

Bruce's ears and tail are horribly transparent about his emotions, especially negative ones. It's not purring or chirping that indicates contentment, but the lack of his tail's near constant flicking and ticked off ears

Tim is one of the only ones who tries to optimize the cat features as part of Batman. He isn't distracted by or infantilizing of them, but he also doesn't ignore them and pretend everything is the same

Duke thinks it's Bad Ass but doesn't push the gimmick when he realizes Bruce won't lean into it. He once snips off a piece of Bruce's fur on a dare by his civilian friends. He sells it for $690

Bruce goes cowl & capeless at core-group Justice League meetings because the suit still too constructing and sensory-overwhelming no matter how much he modifies it. His glare dares them to be distracted by it. They still are.

Most of them move on after a few months. Barry never does. Actually if we're being honest none of them do, but most of them stop hovering around and hoping to pet him. (And he trusts them. He allows some initial pets to get the curiosity out of their system. Until he gets overwhelmed and shuts it all down)

Hal is gravely injured on a mission and Bruce wraps him in his arms and purrs until evac arrives. They never talk about it again

Oliver wonders if he should get an animal themed transformation. Zatanna gives him a rat tail

Diana is delighted by the increased spring in his pounces and elects herself his principle sparring partner

(Dinah propositions him for a threesome. Bruce takes one look at Ollie's tail and walks away)

Bruce claws up Clark's cape and perches on his shoulders while he flies

He rips up little papers at his desk while working

When the batsignal goes up, he abandons everything and pounces towards it. Gordon finds him tapping at the bright light with his claw

Helena’s dog hates him

For a few weeks in the second month, he has two sets of canines as his adult cat teeth come in. What starts as a duo Alfred & Damian project to find appropriate teething material for Bruce that is a) effective and b) dignified enough Bruce would use it, spirals into a full batfamily effort. Too many people buy the exact same cheap adult batsignal chew necklace. Luke designs a high tech chewable batarang. Dick suggest an old cowl's ears. Finally someone brings him a chew necklace shaped like the Superman crest and Bruce gets way too much satisfaction walking out of a WE board meeting with an punctured and ruined El crest

Clark puts his hand on Bruce's shoulder during monitor duty, expecting either aloof rejection or a cuddle. Bruce bites him. That knocks the remaining baby teeth out

Diana performs his dental check ups because her fingers are strong but forgiving, and Clark Is Not Jealous

Bruce will give Jon and the shy children of socialites and WE employees piggybacks and let them play with his hair and ears, and or get away with tugging on his tail. It's uncomfortable, but he enjoys their glee and what little he can do to entertain them

Clark tries picking Bruce up by the scruff and Bruce hisses at him

Bruce only talks to J'onn telepathically

Unthinking, in an emergency, Bruce uses his serrated tongue and licks the kryptonite particles off of Clark's face

Inspired by the whiskers he unfortunately did not get, Bruce inputs sensors on the side of his cowl to help him judge what he's able to squeeze through

The one person who hates it is Kate. She attends some of the same events as Bruce as resents the attention he gets, both for his sake and because of her own annoyance. She thinks it's stupid how much mission time is wasted talking about it. She wishes it happened to her. She is Bruce's main ally in getting conversations back on track

Bruce gets so many love letters and proposals in the mail from all over the world. Selina puts them all in a binder and, even when wearing a disguise, pulls him closer whenever she sees one of the authors in person

Babs is (aside from changing some of his interface to have some cat themes) very professional about it. She low effort dresses up as a cat for a last minute Halloween event and Dick retches when she tries to flirt with him

Everyone buys him cat collars. Most are cheap gag gifts. Most are bat merch. Hal gives him a green lantern one. Steph gives him a Superman one.

Selina gives him dozens but the only one he'll wear isn't a collar at all but a lacy black choker with a dainty chain decal and a little heart charm. Bruce wears it to a gala and doesn't understand Clark's expression until he looks at it under a microscope. "Property of S". He looks into claw coverings Selina helped add to his gloves. "Property of C". Huh. Maybe that explains why Clark looked at them weird

His butt wiggles before he jumps

When the year is nearly up, Bruce pretends he won't mourn any of it and continues like normal. Selina debates trying to extend it. Zatanna could, but ultimately they decide to let it go

Unlike in the first week, Bruce and Selina fight a lot in the days before the end because emotions are high and Selina is clingy. It doesn't stop them from making the most of each night tho

Clark is disappointed that his time as Designated Bruce Cuddler and their semi-regular hangouts are coming to an end. Lois was dragging them through an X-Files marathon and they had only a couple seasons left

Diana gives in and takes him to the Andromeda Mall for a spa day so she can finally coo over him in relative privacy

When it ends, Bruce goes back to his old suit with no comment. He barely addresses the change and, aside from a few wayward jokes, people move on. But if they look closely, they'd see how the claws remain, and the springing support near his ankles

Selina leaves for a time after she realizes he wants to pretend it never happened and their increasing arguments were no longer tempered by sex. Bruce pretends it's not ironic that he'd lose two cat aspects of his life at once

Clark comes home late a few weeks later and finds Lois in her armchair and Bruce there with popcorn and X-Files queued up. Bruce sits on the opposite end of the couch, but he doesn't seem to mind when Clark tucks his legs up on the cushions and rests his feet against Bruce's thigh

Everyone still gives him cat toys too often

Selina spots Bruce in the lobby of her favourite ballet and the frills of a black lace choker are peaking out of his collar. She smiles

(Also for the next 4 years Hal will only show Batman as a cat during strategy simulations)

Anyway. Cat Bruce <33

[karmas-chameleon]

Did my Manfred pillow need a story based on it? Probably not.

...but I wrote one anyway

Manfred von Karma had been summoned to the police station by its chief, who had assured him his presence was necessary for the good of the city, for his own career, and possibly for the sake of justice itself. The prosecutor had come to expect that the further the police chief exaggerated the importance of a visit, the more useless it ended up being. And yet, he made the trip there anyway.

He arrived to see a photoshoot in progress, along with Damon Gant wearing only his swim trunks. He wasn't the only one, either, as several other scantily clad officers were at the scene. Before he could make his exit, Gant rushed to stop him.

“Wait, Manny! It's for a good cause! You wouldn't turn down a charity event, would you? Have a heart.”

Despite himself, he turned around just before the door. “Charity? Is the police department truly so destitute that you've resorted to stripping for cash?”

“Oh, it isn't like that. We aren't simply taking our clothing off for the public.” Gant clapped his hands together and grinned. “We're making a calendar! To sell to the public. And all the proceeds go to…to some important cause or another.”

Standing behind Gant, Detective Gumshoe in his usual trenchcoat (and little else) stepped forward. “It's, er, for officers wounded in the line of duty, and their families. Sir.”

Gant nodded. “Ah, yes. An important cause indeed. And, as an added bonus, this fundraiser will also help build a connection with the community. To let them see us as more than just law enforcement, but also-”

“Also as fools,” Manfred grumbled. “Your little charity event sounds idiotic, and I don't understand why you saw the need to invite me over to witness it.”

“Oh! Did I leave that out? How silly of me.” Gant’s grin suddenly took on a more mischievous look. “We needed someone to play a criminal in our photoshoot. It wouldn't do to have an officer in that role, would it? And we can't exactly take someone out of a cell just to get some glamor shots.”

Manfred shot him a glare. “And you thought it would be a good idea to have me posing as- as what? A murderer you're arresting?”

“We never specified a crime in particular. All we need is for you to pose in handcuffs for a picture, maybe look a bit threatening in another. You won't even need to take your clothes off.”

“What sort of impact do you expect this will have on my reputation? Showing a prosecutor as some vile criminal in a pinup calendar, it's utter nonsense. If you're so concerned with building a connection between the police and the community, what about the rest of the justice system?”

Gant frowned, and slowly walked over to Manfred. “Now, now, Manny. I think it would be better that the public sees you as playing the criminal in a silly photoshoot, rather than…”

The chief of police lowered his voice to a whisper. Though nobody aside from the two of them could hear what was spoken, the look of terror on Manfred's face said enough. 

“How…how do you know-”

“Nevermind about ‘how’, Manny,” Gant smiled. “Let's just focus on the photoshoot. Don't tell me you're still too heartless to help with charity?”

“...Fine.”

---

Weeks later, Manfred was summoned to Damon Gant's office. Once again, it was absolutely vital, and once again, the prosecutor reluctantly came to be tormented by his associate.

As he walked into the office, there was another figure slumped beside Gant. Not a person, but a pillow, though it bore the picture of a man upon its fabric. 

It was him.

“I thought- you told me-” Manfred stammered, taken aback by the sight of himself. “You were making a calendar. For charity. Not…this.”

Gant gave him a wide smile. “And we did make a calendar for the department. A smashing success, I should say. But we also made other merchandise with the photos that were available. Well, only the one bit of merchandise, really. It's a body pillow!” He reached down and grabbed the thing, holding it tight to his chest. “Great for hugging. Fits on the bed well, too.”

“You're a dead man, Damon.”

“Well, I'll have to make sure to avoid taking any elevators when you're around, hmm?”

Manfred only scowled in response.

“Too soon? Sorry about that. But I do have something for you, aside from a look at my new pillow.” He set the handcuffed Manfred down and picked up something else - a calendar. “A copy for you, free of charge. Consider it a thank you for your help.”

Manfred stared down at the thing. He didn't want it, of course. But he tore it out of Gant's gloved hand regardless.

“Now, I should mention, this copy is a special one.”

“Special? What, did you autograph it?”

“Ooh, I should have, shouldn't I?” Gant twirled a finger around his hair thoughtfully. “But no, this simply has different pictures. Some outtakes, some extras. A little more focus on certain subjects. You'll see.”

“It’s a bold assumption to think I'll even open this, Damon. It'll end up in a landfill before the week is out.”

With that, Manfred turned around and exited, slamming the office door shut. He walked out of the building, holding the calendar like a piece of particularly offensive garbage the entire way.

And when he was in his car, he flipped through it, finding only photos of the police chief inside. 

[mark-watto-watson]

It's absolutely criminal that I haven't put these here yet. Feast your eyes on the best photoshoot ever done of Watto. Bless Alan, bless the man that you can fin on THIS Instagram account! For finally taking very very good photos of Mark.

[italianpersonwithashippersheart]

I know everyone is predicting stuff for GMMTV P2 but the majority of my "predictions" (that are probably a little tin-foil hat coded) are not from that.

Do not get me wrong I enjoy GMMTV BLs. But I am honestly not as exited about new stuff from them. Once we have it I will probably enjoy most of them (unleass they fuck up in a major way again). But I can't build enough anticipations for any of it (especially since what I really want is never going to happen).

My non GMMTV BL prediction of this year and early 2025 are as follows:

CHANGE 2561 would be very very stupid to not capitalized on how much the cast of Pit Babe is close to each other and is able to create "shippable" content with non "official" ships. Also they did a bit of BL history already with Pit Babe, and I think they can do more by announcing some projects that break up the official pairs after the next one (the long bean one)

FoureverYou is not filming, that leads me to believe that the Vampire Project might not be the only project they are shopping around for. Despite the fact they are doing promo photoshoots and have all the cast ready and they did the blessing event thing (sorry I am not sure how to call it at this time) there has been no filming. Half the cast is still being managed by Wabi Sabi despite the fact that they are obviously not looking to do that anymore. SO THEORY: This is also getting shopped around. I don't think that GMMTV is getting this one, because of how fast the part 2 is coming up now. But another studio might be getting, along with the rest of the Wabi Sabi actors that are not GMMTV and don't want to go indipendent.

Barcode being at all the promotional stuff with Ta (and Copper) makes me think they might be testing the water. JeffBarcode have Wuju Bakery but then nothing, and Copper is leaving soon, so no pairing with Ta is able to happen. They might be testing the waters to eventually pair Ta and Barcode as leads in a BL ---- I am not saying I 100% want this, I would be ok with them not having a pair braind. But BOC is short on bankable pairs. So far they have one. BibleJes is getting tested with 4 Minutes and all the other boys don't have a set pairing. A third pair for them would help them a lot.

---- CONTROVERSIAL THEORY UP HEAD (It's about Mame - putting under the read more so you don't have to engage with it If you don't want)

I am not saying you have to agree - I am not even saying I am correct - I am speculating only. This thoughts are colored by my expirience and I can only speak for myself.

The BossNouel Mame series (the one that is based off the Minor Side Couple in TharnType s2 - the neighboors with the jealous boyfriend and the younger uni guy) is not going to happen. Hear me out, not only did Nouel just cut his hair in a way that would totally clash with how the character he is supposed to play looks like. It would also be very bad for them. I have recently re-watched TharnType and it appears obvious to me (although again I might be wrong - this is just my opinion) that this ship is basically less bratty Rain and less bad boy Phayu. They are basically the same dynamic at their core. And if BossNoeul does this, they will get typecasted all the way to hell.

That is what killed OhmFluke (UWMA) and it is absolutely still hurting their job prospers even now. Fluke as expressed already that he wished to do a Mafia style BL, something where he played a criminal, but he is not getting that.

I think BossNouel should not play a dynamic that is so similar to their first one.

I know I don't know these people and I am just speculating, but that haircut is not something a naive and innocent babyfied character like the one is supposed to play should have. Love Sea finished filiming. They should be working on the BossNouel series soon. So why cut his hair now?

Plus Mame re-realesing TharnType and Don't Say No on YouTube full episodes and all, might have been a way to get people to recall the characters BossNouel are supposed to play, their are supposed to play in that universe.

That is why the series got re-released (I am guessing) which means they expect to shoot relatively soon. So again, why cut his hair in a way that that character wouldn't have. Because as it stands they would have to use a wig on him.

Unleass they are doing something very very different in which case why dragged the TharnType characters back, or they are not doing that anymore.

I don't know. I might be wrong.

Do not come at me about Mame or about how wrong I am the ship. Engage with the post in good faith or leave (covering my ass)

[beheadable]

I forget about Pierce and remember him at random and every single time I. Sylvester needs 2 drag him into an impromptu photoshoot. He is so criminally pretty, absolutely beautiful, Ves needs to capture it

[loriane-elmuerto]

give meeee pre-relationship + sarai/din AND domestic life + dom/carlos pls <333

Ship questions

Sarai x Mando

1. How did they first meet?

Back in 8 ABY, Mando was out on a job in the Outer Rim hunting down a criminal gang leader who had kidnapped an important political figure to sell off into slavery. He managed to hunt down the criminal and the politician, but he discovered there was another prisoner as well, a relatively unknown smuggler and gambler with a rather impressive bounty on her head in the underworld, so he thought it would be a great idea to bring her in. She wasn't all too happy about it and after leaving a literal dent in his chestplate from a simple punch, they agreed that she'll work with him until her bounty is paid off.

2. What was their first impression of each other?

Less than great. Din thought she was some unlucky hotshot upstart that pissed off the wrong people at the wrong time, while Sarai thought he was yet another bounty hunter who has taken one too many cues from Boba Fett. Basically, they weren't impressed.

3. Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?

Oh yeah. OH YEAH. The people they encountered (such as Greef, Cara, Cobb, and Kuiil) saw how well they worked together as a pair and how they protected the kid with their lives. Some even already thought they were a pair and were just really good at hiding it.

4. Who felt romantic feelings first?

I gotta say, it was definitely Mando. This guy discovered that he has a weakness for kids and good treatment of kids when he saw how motherly Sarai acted towards Grogu since day 1. That, and her kindness towards people also turned from an annoyance to a trait he admired.

5. Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Oh both of them 🤡🤡🤡 Mando didn't want to get attached because he knew they were working only temporarily and that their relationship would've just been used against him eventually, while Sarai resisted because of her upbringing and because she had never known what loves feels like. The only example she had was her sister Aminata, who spent 10 years separated from the love of her life and showed their happiness for like. 5 seconds.

6. If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

Mando would've just walked away and Sarai would've laughed in your face.

7. What would their lives be like if they had never met?

For Mando it's easier to say bc...... The show events would happen as usual

For Sarai I believe the galaxy would've given a very different path of life - she'd most likely rejoin the New Republic as a Rebel fighter, running jobs as Ghost Storm once again. And I don't think she would've become a Jedi Knight.

Dom x Carlos

1. If they get married, who proposes?

Oh, Carlos absolutely. Man has been whipped since Racoon City.

2. What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

The wedding happens in 2004, and it's very very private in a courthouse, where only the closest of their friends attended. Those two didn't want any attention, so only Chris, Jill, and Dom's close friend from RPD Regina were the witnesses. Afterwards they had a quick photoshoot, a lunch, and called it a day.

3. How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?

Three kids + one adopted from the Dimitrescu castle! Their youngest is a very curious bean that doesn't know bounds and is always getting involved in some activities with her parents or her sisters. The middle one is the more artistic child who joins a musical school. She's also the one who has the biggest opinion of things, much to the surprise of her parents. The oldest one is the negotiator and daddy's daughter, she has Carlos wrapped around her little fingers. Contrary to popular belief, she's not the "serious" one or anything, that's the youngest kid. This one has a silver tongue and a wicked sense of humor.

Their adoptive daughter Alona is a former maid of Alcina who survives the horrors of the village and gets adopted into the Oliveira family after everything. She's rather shy and more closed off, used to a completely different lifestyle, but she does take a liking to the family, especially the kids. Dominique and Carlos fought hard to keep her happy and safe from the hostile world.

4. Do they have any pets?

Nope! Though they sometimes wish they do. They tried to raise some less maintenance requiring pets to teach some responsibility into their kids, but their lifestyle didn't leave much room for that.

5. Who’s the stricter parent?

Definitely Dominique. Carlos is the one who goes easy and gives in much easily if his girls blink those pretty brown eyes, coupled with some tears, whereas Dominique sees right through them. She recognizes those patterns and she won't be fooled so easily. Carlos, if he could, would spoil them rotten, especially considering his own upbringing. Dom is a little different.

6. Who worries the most?

I'd say also Dominique? She's used to holding all four corners of the house, keeping tabs on everything, so long-term assignments that take her away from home are always stress-inducing for her. She fully trusts Carlos and knows he will do the right thing, but that's just who she is.

7. Who kills the bugs in the house?

Both of them!

8. How do they celebrate holidays?

They always try to create a memorable experience each year for their kids, no matter the circumstances. They also make it a rule to always invite their friends and always have a day off, especially on Christmas. Other holidays are more flexible, but Christmas? You better be ready for that invite, it's sacred to them.

9. Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

Carlos. Dominique is used to the early bird regime, and her marriage with Sam didn't change much, considering they were both police officers. Carlos is the type of person to stay in a little longer in the morning, and he'll make sure his lovely wife is right there by his side, because she deserves the extra rest after everything she does for the world.

10. Who’s the better cook?

Dominique! Girl is used to making food for herself and others, this doesn't change in this relationship as well. Carlos acts as the support by helping with side tasks and little jokes that make the process much more fun.

11. Who likes to dance?

CARLOS. Look at that man and tell me he doesn't like to dance. Don't get me wrong, Dom has the moves too, but Carlos lives for that stuff. One of the kids' best memories are secretly watching their parents dancing to Frank Sinatra in the middle of the living room as Carlos sang to Dominique.

[thatonekawaiigirl13]

Who Said Death Was Easy? [Death Note] Chapter 56: Exchange

Chapter Fifty-six: Exchange 

[A/N: Yes, the rumors are true! After forever, I’m finally updating my fanfiction. Sorry it’s taken so long, lol. Someone commented that I should have an upload schedule, which I agree with. Right now my goal is a chapter a month, which is something I’ll try to stick to. This story is so close to being finished, which I’m excited about. Sorry if this chapter isn’t super exciting, I had more plans for it but I had to split up this chapter because it started getting long so the next chapter will be more like normal. I could also just be totally anxious since it’s been so long since I posted and this chapter could be fine, lmao. I suppose that’s enough rambling, I’ll let you guys decide how I did lol. As always, comments are appreciated! Thanks, and sorry again, lmao. 

-Stephanie]

Misa’s POV: 

“Remember, today’s an important day, Misa-chan,” Light spoke in a hushed yet urgent tone. The morning light was lazy as it streamed in through the bedroom window. Misa watched the sun peak through the clouds as she listened to Light continue on over the phone. This time, Light was the one who had called her first, something Misa was rather excited about. Misa supposed that it would be an interesting day, to say the least. 

“Are you sure you’re ready to go through with this? Absolutely ready?”

He’s certainly rather chipper…well, he must mean business, Misa thought. Despite knowing that he could not see her face, she gave what she thought was an enthusiastic nod. She sat up in her bed, as alert as ever. Even though it was too early in the morning to be awake, talking to Light was more than enough to energize her, and she was determined to do a good job, at the photoshoot and for their little secret exchange. 

As good a job as I can do anyway, at least while I’m currently acting as the Second Kira. Soon, I’ll be just plain Misa Amane, model, singer, and fashion icon, once more. How boring, but I suppose it’s a necessary evil for the time being it seems. 

Yes. I’m ready.” 

Oh well. It’s a new beginning, for me and for Light. For Kira and his new Second Kira. Yes, Misa gave another nod. It’s my time to shine. My last time to shine as the Second Kira. As per Light’s orders, I have names written down of criminals to be killed over the next few days. That way, there is insurance that there are no gaps between killings as this fresh start takes place. Luckily for us, that leaves no room for L or anyone else on that damned Task Force to be suspicious! Wow, Light sure does think of everything, huh? He’s arranged this whole little operation all by himself; how brilliant! 

“I’m ready, Light-kun.” Misa repeated. “I’m more than ready.”

“Good,” was Light’s response. “Now, just to review…you have the note I told you to write as well? Make sure it’s securely attached and tucked into the pages of the death note so Mikami and I will be able to keep contact via the instructions listed on there. And make sure it’s safely hidden as well once it’s inside the locker. There shouldn’t be any cameras in the room, for privacy reasons of course, but we don’t need anyone accidentally touching the notebook. I know we went over everything already, but it’s better to be thorough. This whole operation is supposed to be subtle and simple, we don’t need any possible witnesses.”

“Of course. Don’t worry, Light-kun. After what happened with Ryuzaki-san, I have a strict no perverts policy.” She let out a small laugh as she continued on, “besides, the main dressing room we’re using will be out closer by the set. You are more than aware of that, there should be no one left loitering around once the photoshoot begins. It’s a closed set and my manager is a guy, there’s no need for him to be in the room. Only my assistants will be in the locker room with me, but as we covered in our initial plans, they’ll leave me if I ask to be alone for a moment. As I told you before, they usually let me be.” 

“Good, good…I tried to think everything through logistically. It’s best to be prepared though for any type of situation,” although Misa couldn’t see his face, she imagined the way Light was probably smirking at her right now. “You got this, right? I’m entrusting you with this important task, Misa-chan.”

“I got this!” She chirped into the phone. “Don’t worry, you don’t need to keep reminding me. It’s not rocket science, it’s like passing notes in school, but a lot more secretive and stuff!”

“I just want you to be aware,” Light was saying. “I’m sure that today will go as planned, but as I said, it's better to be thorough.”

Misa gave a soft sigh at his words, her eyes grazing towards her alarm clock. It was still a bit early, but the sooner she got ready, the better. For herself and for Light. 

After all, it’s always better to get organized as soon as possible. They don’t call me one of the best in the fashion world for no reason! And, as Light had said, it was very important to be prepared for any situation. 

Misa decided to be as prepared as possible for Light and for his mission. She let out another chuckle as she imagined Light’s face. Of course, she supposed she had to have an award for such a task. It was only reasonable, after all, she needed some motivation to keep her going. There was no harm in that.  

“Anyway, I should start getting ready! Remember, after I complete this mission, you owe me a date.”

“Misa,” She heard Light sigh into the phone, something she opted to ignore. A date was of course within her terms and conditions, especially as she was about to give up being the Second Kira for who knows how long. There was a brief pause as Light was seemingly gathering his thoughts, but Misa didn’t wait for his response, instead she persisted with her demand. 

“I may not have my memories of being the Second Kira anymore after this, but I’ll of course remember the date that you promised we would have. This was my condition for completing this task, you know.” 

“Look, Misa-chan, I don’t remember promising you a date, but I promi-”

“No, no take-backsies!” Misa interrupted again, her voice a singsong as she spoke. She then jumped down from her bed, her socks creating a soft plop sound as she hit the floor below. Taking her chance at his brief silence, she kept going. Her words were rushed, but her tone was light.  “I’ll see you later, Light-kun! Don’t worry, you can count on me! I love you!”

With that, Misa hung up. She walked over to her mirror, studying the stylish reflection before her. There was a pep in her step and a mischievous gleam in her eyes as she got ready that morning. After changing out of her pajamas and lacing up her boots, she decided it was finally time to get going. 

Almost time to report to work. How exciting! After all, today is an important day, an important task! And I get to look good while doing it! 

Her eyes shone extra bright as she grabbed the mysterious notebook, which laid undisturbed on her nightstand. Ryuk trailed behind her, unfinished apple in hand, as she deposited the death note, which also had the note Light had mentioned tucked away within its pages, into her small backpack. After checking to ensure her bag was secure, she gave a small hum of approval at her work. 

It’s go time. 

With that, she was ready to face the day. Misa glanced behind her at Ryuk, “let’s do this!”

Today’s the day. My last day acting as the Second Kira. My final act…just you wait, Light. As I said, I’m more than ready. 

/timeskip/

Misa hummed along to herself as she opened her designated locker. As was planned, she was left all alone in the locker room. Her assistants had left to go help set up in order to prepare for the magazine photoshoot; she would be modeling for a new product design to be released by none other than the Yotsuba Group. It was a funny situation, but also a fortuitous one as it allowed for an excuse to pass off the notebook to its next successor. 

After triple checking that she was, in fact, alone, Misa Amane slipped the notebook discreetly behind her purse. As Light had instructed, Misa felt at the very back wall of her locker, feeling for the loose brick. She then moved the brick aside, pushing it to the corner of the storage unit. Afterwards, she grabbed the death note once more, checking for a quadruple time that she was still alone in the room.

Good good, everything is going smoothly. Not that I thought it would go bad, I think Light was worrying too much earlier. After all, I have a pretty simple task. Therefore, I’m confident I can do a good job! Like I said, it’s like passing a note, but in a much more elaborate way, kind of cool actually…it’s like I’m a secret agent! I suppose in a way, I am. 

Misa laughed a little to herself, and with some quick movements, the death note was now pushed up in the back of the locker. Ryuk gave a small chuckle as she rolled it up ever so carefully, placing it partially inside a small hole that was accessible to the other room; the other locker room aka the men’s locker room, which sat directly next door to the women’s locker room. It was a pretty good set up, one that would make their plan run much smoother.

She was grateful she had tested the death note some days prior, and was even more grateful that, if rolled up, it was seemingly small enough to fit through some rather tight spaces. Tight spaces including said peephole that connected the two locker rooms together, something that Misa was quite thankful for, as it worked in their favor. Taking a step back a moment, she admired her handiwork. 

“Aha! How cool!”

It’s a good thing Light had me scope out the place first! It’s usually the assistant's job to scope out modeling shoot locations, but I was able to convince them to let me come along! It was also pretty lucky that I found a locker that had a false backing to it. After a few duds, I noticed the loose brick in this particular space, I thought it was rather suspicious…and what do you know, I totally lucked out! I didn’t have to carve out my own hole to transfer the notebook, which makes my job a lot easier. Of course, it’s entirely not a good thing, seeing as a peeping tom probably was the one who made the hole there in the first place, but it fortunately also makes good use when exchanging secret documents…or, in this case, the death note! 

“Hyuk hyuk, wow. I never imagined I’d see the death note folded like that,” Ryuk quipped, yet another apple in his hand now that the two were alone. “There’s no technical rule saying you can’t do that, but it still feels rather wrong…not that I care too much, don’t get me wrong. As long as that death note isn’t irrevocably damaged, it makes no difference to me. You humans are rather silly though, if you ask me…all this just to exchange the notebook.” 

“Oh Ryuk,” Misa gave a laugh as she studied the shinigami, who had moved on to try and fish out another apple from his pockets. “I can always count on you to be honest, can’t I? Don’t worry, Mikami will be here to pick up the notebook within the hour. It won’t be stuck like that for too long.”

With that, Misa leaned forward and shut her locker once more. After checking that the door to the locker was locked and secure, Misa clapped her hands together. Her part in the plan was now almost over. In a way, she was almost as sad as she was excited; the prospect of a date with Light Yagami was more than enough to keep her going, but she was going to miss acting as the Second Kira. Not to mention, it was an extra excuse she wouldn’t have anymore to see Light, at least for the time being. However, she was willing to do whatever she needed to do in order for Kira to succeed and, possibly, get ahead. That made everything that she was doing more than worth it, she wanted to be useful to Light. 

Alright! Everything is all officially locked away now… the passcode to the locker was only given to me and Mikami. In case of an emergency, he can always sneak into the women’s locker room to retrieve the notebook…but he should be able to access the locker and grab the notebook from the other side without any issues. 

Misa gave a hum of excitement, watching Ryuk down the apple he was holding. “You better eat that apple quickly, Ryuk. It's almost time for the exchange. Now remember, I will be in the middle of the photoshoot, so I won’t be able to speak with you directly. Just keep an ear out, and when you hear me say the phrase, ‘exchange clothes’ or something similar when it’s time for my outfit change, that means that I want to give up ownership of the death note. That’ll be the cue. ‘Kay, Ryuk?”

“Hah, ‘exchange clothes’, got it.” Ryuk was amused, but he followed Misa quietly as she walked toward the door of the locker room. Her footsteps gave a slight echo as she clicked around in her heels. She was determined to finish her role as the Second Kira with pride. After all, this was all for Light.

It’s time… 

“Alright, let’s do this…” She spoke to no one in particular as she opened the door. It was time for phase two of the exchange. Misa let out a breath as she took a step outside the room, ready to leave the world of Kira and death notes behind her. 

/time skip/ 

Mikami’s POV: 

Mikami gave a small chuckle as he walked through the desolate outer hallway of the first floor business. It was one of Yotsuba’s subsidiary businesses, but it housed a good location for filming, or so he had overheard from an employee outside, presumably on a work break. The employee had been on the phone, but he had been talking loud enough for the prosecutor to hear as he walked by to enter the building. 

Although Mikami wasn’t sure who the original owner of the notebook was, he was almost certain that this ‘Kira’ he was receiving it from was Misa Amane herself or one of her employees, not anyone from Yotsuba Group. He had been keeping in contact with a mysterious woman, someone who had given him orders from the original ‘Kira’ himself. She had said she was the current Kira, acting in place of the original for the time being. According to her, it was time for this power to pass onto him for safe keeping. The task before him was both an honor and a privilege, one that he would accept with pride. His new role as the Second Kira, becoming a god among men.

However, this was no easy task, it was one that demanded the utmost loyalty, dedication, and trust. Therefore, he assumed this woman was someone of high importance to Kira, someone whose ideals aligned more closely to his, not someone from the Yotsuba Group; they were infamous in the legal world as a business who was known to house some rather shady business practices, which he heard about from his fellow colleagues. This narrowed down the list of possible acting Kiras to just Misa or one of her two assistants, who he had briefly seen from his car as they had entered the building almost an hour before. 

As curious as Mikami was to find out her identity, he had some work to do that was more important - namely, the exchange itself. He had been told that all of Misa’s staff and Yotsuba building employees would be gathered for Misa Amane’s photoshoot, something that all but guaranteed that no one would be snooping about in either locker room. The shoot would last around four hours, and he decided to wait around an hour before entering the building, just to be safe and ensure that the shooting was well underway before making his move. 

He walked through the building, careful not to appear too out of place in case anyone would be walking nearby. Just in case, there was a forged Yotsuba workpass housed in his pocket in case anyone had any questions for him. Being a lawyer, all he had to say was that he was a legal representative. Despite having a good cover, he didn’t want to risk seeing or talking to any of the employees, less of a mess that way. Less risky. Lucky enough for him, the halls were barren as promised, and he was able to locate the locker rooms at the end of the hallway without any issues. 

The two rooms were split off, the men’s side separated from the women’s side. However, despite being technically separated, the two rooms were side by side. His eyes peered at the signs written on the doors, then at the door handles, and he counted to ten in his head. After ten seconds had passed, he concluded there was no movement on either side or in any direction, meaning he should be more than totally alone. If there was anyone, they would have likely heard his footsteps and would have potentially questioned him by now. 

Mikami took that as his cue to continue onward in his mission. He walked forward, his hand meeting the handle, careful not to be too loud. With a simple light swoosh, he opened the door and walked into the men’s locker room. As he had suspected, he was alone, causing him to relax a little. 

The prosecutor looked about the room, his sharp eyes grazing over all the locker numbers until he spotted his designated spot - the locker that was closest to the side wall, inconspicuous and well-hidden. The locker that was secretly connected to the women’s locker room - locker 1228. After spotting his prey, he gave a light chuckle, his footsteps light as he walked toward the locker. 

Mikami paused for a moment, retracing his footsteps in his mind. After triple checking that there was no one around the room with him, or nearby in the hallway, he reached forward. The pinpad beeped as he typed away the password, and it gave a final, slightly louder beep followed by a click as it unlocked. He reached upward and opened the locker, in all its glory. It was just a normal locker, but hidden deep in the back of the unit was a small hole. A small hole that had been filled with a particular noteworthy object, the very same object that was promised to him for safekeeping. 

The notebook! It’s here as promised! Mikami’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw the notebook, which had the words ‘death note’ printed on the cover. The same one that he had discussed with that mysterious woman via secret texts and phone calls. He gave a chuckle as he pushed his glasses up on his nose. 

So, this is it, eh? This is that infamous killing ‘notebook’ that was spoken about…the notebook that I was told held Kira’s killing powers…all of his secrets, it must be written down here in this death note! 

Mikami gave another snicker as the realization started to dawn on him. All of Kira’s powers were about to become his own. He was about to become Kira’s proxy, a position most desired by his many loyal supporters. The prosecutor had looked through and commented on various forums composed of him and other fans who gave their unwavering favor and support to Kira. In fact, he had even appeared on multiple television programs in the crowd, surrounded by others who shared his mindset. Of the many, many people who would have loved for Kira to even give them a glimmer of acknowledgement, he was chosen. Him and only him. He had to admit, it was something that was rather fitting. Of all people Kira could have chosen, he picked a criminal prosecutor, someone who more than shared his ideals. This Kira was just as smart as Mikami suspected he was, someone who knew how to be sneaky and powerful. And here was Mikami, who was honored to be working with him. 

Of course, he thought it was a scam when he first received contact but Kira and his Second Kira were able to prove their identities via criminals killed. They predicted their deaths, up to the exact second of passing, and Mikami was able to see for himself Kira’s true power. Although he had never met this woman or Kira in person, he was more than happy to accept this task, as he felt Kira and himself shared many similar beliefs. Kira was able to do what he was unable to do as a criminal prosecutor, and for that, he revered him. 

He had to admit, he had long suspected that Kira may not have always been working alone. That made sense, after all, there may be times that Kira would be unable to move or punish evildoers for any various reason. Whatever the reason, he was certain he would do a good job in Kira’s stead. He was determined to do whatever it took to ensure justice prevailed and that Kira would remain a world power.

It’s almost too good to be true. This notebook, Kira’s killing power, his secrets, hidden away in this one small locker, trapped between both locker rooms, just waiting to be snatched away! And, most of all, it’s called the ‘death note’, a rather fitting name, if you ask me. I have to admit, I thought it was pretty insane when I first heard the way that Kira kills. It’s one thing to hear about it, it’s another thing entirely to see such a sacred notebook sitting right in front of me! It is truly amazing, a small notebook that holds so much power. It’s right here within my grasp, all I have to do is accept it! 

Mikami was more than ready to accept his fate as the newly appointed Second Kira. He reached forward into the locker, gingerly fitting his hand around the rolled up object. With a slight tug, he was able to shake the notebook free from its confines of the hole. No longer sandwiched in between two lockers and two different rooms, the notebook was now safely in his hands. 

Finally, Mikami was able to breathe in a sigh of relief, at least for the time being. He took a moment to relish this feeling, breathing in deeply as he held the notebook. There were many times in court that he felt powerless, but here in this moment, he was the one wielding all the power. It was him who could now take matters into his own hands, it was him who could correct all the wrongs within society. It was him who could fight back and enact justice for those who could not stick up for themselves, and punish those who deserved it. 

It’s mine! All mine! Its powers will aid me in doing what Kira wills me to do! It’s up to me to do this! Only I have this honor! 

“Hyuk, why hello. It’s nice to meet you, Teru Mikami. You seem to have taken quite a liking to this ratty old notebook of mine.”

The sudden noise caused Mikami to let out a grunt of surprise, which caused him to nearly drop the notebook. Standing right in front of him was a most terrifying monster, a magical being that Mikami had assumed was merely a fairytale. Surely, no such being existed. There was no reason for such a being to exist in the so-called ‘real world’, or so Mikami had thought. Mikami soon realized that he had thought wrong. 

What the hell?! What is this thing? Is it really…? Could it be…? It can’t be right? I’m imagining things, but still… 

“W-who are you?” Mikami pushed up his glasses, his gaze unwavering as he stared at the strange black creature with wings before him. “No, wait. What are you?” 

It was both terrifying and confusing, Mikami wasn’t sure what he had expected after retrieving the notebook, but it certainly wasn’t such a creature. He had expected to deposit the death note into his briefcase and leave. Instead, here he was face to face with something he never even thought existed. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna eat you or anything. The name’s Ryuk. I’m a shinigami and I’m the original owner of the notebook that Kira passed down to you.”

Shinigami! Mikami’s eyes went wide. I can’t believe it! So it’s true… I was right, that old folk legend! This creature is a God of Death, and this is his notebook! Amazing, terrifying, yes but amazing…a shinigami, this is part of being an owner of the death note, part of being Kira, or in my case, Second Kira… 

The being laughed in amusement at Mikami’s sudden discovery. Mikami fought his nerves and continued staring at him, determined not to back down. He wanted to appear as brave as he could despite this little hiccup. That was one thing he learned doing his job, you had to always appear cool and collected. Especially when dealing with criminals, or in this case, a shinigami who towered over him. 

“I doubt I’d show up on a human camera, but a picture would last longer,” the shinigami replied and Mikami was almost certain that the creature was trying to crack a joke. 

What an interesting being…he has a sense of humor, eh? What a way to lighten the mood. I suppose he’s gotten this sort of reaction before. 

The joke aside, Mikami was ready to get into it. He was ready to take on his position as the Second Kira. There were many things swirling around in his head, and he was ready to take action, and hopefully get some answers. 

But still…when it comes down to it…   

“The source of Kira’s killing power is this death note and a shinigami?”

“Kind of a package deal, really. Well explained in the manual, now written in both Japanese and English,” Ryuk explained, giving a slight nod. “I can answer some questions, if you have any, but mostly I just sort of hang around. Don’t expect me to do much but watch, if you want my complete honesty. Also I’m not here to guide you on what’s right or wrong, or even influence your decisions at all. The notebook right now is entirely yours…it’s up to you what you want to do with it, I don’t care.”  

“Amazing…” Mikami murmured to himself, the initial shock wearing off as the excitement now rolled back in. He pushed up his glasses, deep in thought. After all, this was a lot for him to process. It wasn’t like he had expected to see such a creature, he was only expecting to take the notebook and leave. 

A package deal, eh? Interesting…a magical creature and a magical notebook, both of which are now my responsibility for the time being, what a well kept secret that this Kira and Second Kira had, it’s truly impressive, I have to admit…hm, wait a moment…I had no idea he was even in the room with me, until…   

Something in Mikami’s mind clicked and he glanced between the death note and Ryuk, “so no one else can see or hear you but the owner of the notebook…is that correct? You appeared after I touched the notebook…interesting.”

“Yeah, it’s something like that,” Ryuk gave a slight nod as he shifted around. He was rather flighty, Mikami noted. Not able to sit still.  “But we can go over that later.”

Ah right. Mikami looked around, that’s for the best…people. I don’t know how much longer it’ll be before someone starts looking around the premises. On the off chance that someone is around…if someone hears any noise, they may start to look around. The last thing I need to do is draw any attention to myself. Not when I’ve already come this far and gotten the notebook safely within my grasp. 

As if he could hear his thoughts, the shinigami gave another chuckle. “Don’t worry, we’re alone right now…but you’re right, we should probably get a move on. If it’s one thing I’ve learned, you humans are strange creatures. Strange creatures who don’t like looking like they’re talking to no one…”

“Well. Maintaining a good image is important,” Mikami confirmed, feeling slightly more at ease with the creature before him. The fear was also starting to wear off as he realized this shinigami was likely not a threat. 

This shinigami creature is quite odd…it doesn’t seem like he’s lying to me, his body language tells me that much. I suppose he doesn’t stand to gain from lying anyway, he did mention that he doesn’t care at all what I do.  

“You sound just like Li-” Ryuk paused, as if to realize he had started to say something he shouldn’t have. He gave a slight cough, “well, let’s just say it’s no fun not having anyone to talk to.” 

At this, Mikami’s ears perked up, Li? I sound just like Li? This… this has to be the identity of the first Kira he almost revealed right? For privacy and safety purposes, it’s obvious the identities of the Kira and Second Kira have to be hidden…although, I have to admit, I’m rather curious…well, we can get to that later. Right now, I’m crunched for time…better to be safe than sorry, right? Back to the task at hand, Teru Mikami! 

The prosecutor let out his own small laugh in amusement. “Well, you said your name was Ryuk, correct? Hm. Don’t worry, Ryuk…the fun is about to start.” 

Mikami gave his glasses another push, a glint in his eyes as he stuffed the notebook into his briefcase, being careful not to crinkle it. Unrolling it was a task in itself and he wanted to keep it in a pristine condition. He vowed to keep it safe and hidden. After all, to the public he was acting as Kira now. He had a reputation to uphold. 

Mikami was extra cautious as he retraced his footsteps through the building, Ryuk trailing close behind him. It appeared the photoshoot was well underway, as the halls remained empty and the only thing that could be heard was his footsteps hitting the polished floors below. He kept a brisk pace, and within a moment, he was able to clear the building, leaving not a trace behind him. The hard part was now officially over. Mikami made his way to his car, a smirk on his face as the events of the last few minutes played through his mind once more. 

It’s my turn. My chance being the Second Kira. It’s my time to shine… 

“Hyuk, you seem rather excited.” Ryuk gave a laugh. He was loitering around in the backseat, watching as Mikami unloaded the briefcase into the seat beside him. Mikami then settled into the driver’s seat, ready to take off. 

“As I mentioned, Ryuk, I’m sure things will be rather fun.” 

Rather fun, indeed. The exchange was a success. It’s official, I’m now the new Second Kira. 

[barbatos-sama]

i'm watching a video abt an unhinged company that makes fursuits and it's so wild because the way this specific company works is unlike any other, instead of making a custom fursuit of someone's pre existing character that the wearer owns, they have pre-made designs they sell and they maintain that they(the company) still owns the character even after someone pays 8000 dollars or something to buy it. because of this they're extremely strict and basically act like they can control what someone does with the suit after they've purchased it and they have a long terms of service list full of stuff they say you're not allowed to do in their suits.

some of them include:

• you're not allowed to depict the fursuit or the character doing any criminal acts (so no fun bloody murder aesthetic pics) and you can't even do anything related to Religion with them which is wild

• you're not allowed to do anything that is "contrary to public order and morals", be self-deprecating while in the suit, or defame third parties (so you can't even make your fursona say fuck taylor swift)

• you can't do anything sexual either with the suit or with the character. which is an absolutely ASTOUNDING thing to try to tell the Furry Community not to do

• in fact they discourage you from buying one of their suits if you've ever even Done anything sexual online at all. like not even related to their fursuit just in general if you as a human being aren't advertiser friendly they don't want your money

• you can't change the design At All and can't change the character's pre-chosen company name

• you can't do anything that could potentially damage the suit, despite the fact that you paid thousands of dollars for it and you should be able to take that risk if you so choose. a big controversy was that they freaked out when someone tried to do a photoshoot in the water with one of their suits.

• you basically can't do much of anything with the fursona, they say commissioning art of the character from outside sources is prohibited unless you Submit a Form asking them for Permission to do so

• they prohibit you from reselling the fursuit or even Giving It So Someone Else. like as if your soul is now contractually tied to this fursona forever and you cannot be rid of it lest you be sued

• making a vtuber is prohibited

• they encourage other people to snitch on people if they're breaking the rules and even stalk their buyers social medias to make sure they're following the rules

• if you break the rules they hound you on social media to take down any offending content and threaten legal action in your emails. they also threaten to "revoke your rights to use the character" which is hilarious considering they already have the suit what are you gonna do? go to their house and take it back?

it's just really funny i'm kind of obsessed with it. i love the audacity of companies who think they can control what you do with the product after you've already paid for it

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Posedump | 25 (Non-Listed) Poses

Published by NotJustaBook on December 23, 2018

Hi everyone!

I know I’ve already posted today, but I thought today would be good to dump a little Christmas present on you guys. This time it’s a pose dump consisting of mostly story-telling poses that I’ve made for this and that. They’re pretty recent this time (thankfully) and all from Monte Vista Stories, so lots of poses for all your criminal needs (… no? Just me? Kay). This time, you get:

25 poses in non-listed format

9 stand-alone poses for adults

11 coupled sets for adults/teens

1 coupled set for an adult and a child

Pose codes in a .txt file

A note on height-adjustment

A list of links for the accessories I’ve used in the poses

Images with pose codes

A folder with the .clip files

Holiday wishes from me! (You get those even if you’re not downloading, though).

Height-adjustment:

Some of the poses in this set are height-adjusted, which means that you’ll have to either:

Use a height-slider. I use CMar’s slider. In most of these, the sim in the male position is set to 200 and the female is set to -130. (For sorrydaddy1-2 the male is set to 180, however).

Use an OMSP. Simply pop your dude on it and set it to around 13 cm (may need to be lowered a little for sorrydaddy1-2), then snap photos from the waist-up. Or don’t – I’m a free-minded individual.

Previews:

These first ones are all made for Regina (because who else?). The first one is unused so far and required this handgun (not included), while the others were used in gen 2 chapter 7 for Gina and Lotta. They require these flashlights (not included).

The first of these have been in use quite a bit. See example of it in use in chapter gen 2, chapter 8 and the gen 1 rewrite chapter 1 (last picture). The second was used in gen 2 chapter 8. It uses the same gun accessory as the above.

The last one I haven’t used, and it’s a little finicky to use. He’s holding a painting under his arm and you absolutely have to use moveobjects with it. What you do is place the painting and lower it down, then while holding down the alt-key, move your sim into position. Depending on the height of your sim, the painting can’t be too big or it’ll touch the ground.

The first couple here were never used. I intended them for a photoshoot but I wasn’t happy with them and scrapped it. I question past me’s decision on that because they’re not that bad.

The second set were used for an old layout for my blog as you can see in the featured image, so it’s mostly meant for modelling. However, I also managed to find a use for it in gen 2 chapter 15, so it has story-telling potential as well.

These were made with an adult and teen in mind for gen 2, chapter 5. There’s a little caveat however – when you use the pose in the fem position with a teen, the hand clips through the arm. That’s just how teen poses are, I’m afraid, and I was too lazy to correct. Instead, I shot around it in my chapter 😛

These poses were (funny enough) also made for Regina. The first one is stand-alone and just meant as a reaction to being pushed down. In the other two, shit gets real. takedown2-3 are variants of each other, meaning the faces/hands are nearly the same, except he’s lower down to the ground in 3. Why? Uuuuummmm, I dunno 🙂 I guess I felt like I had a need for that at the time. However, none of them ever made it into a chapter. The gun used is the same as for all the above.

Both of these were made for and used in the old version of gen 1 (pls no read is bad). The kid/adult one can be seen in use in gen 1 (old), chapter 20 and she’s actually meant to have this stiletto in her hand (not included). I was just too lazy to do it for the preview. The second was used in gen 1 (old), chapter 19. It uses these rope accessories (not included) though again – too lazy to put them on for the preview because I’m terrible. It works well with my posepack Tied Up at the Moment and maybe I would have included it but I thought it was bad at the time (it is, his face is horrible).

And finally, I have two conversation poses to be used with a railing. The one in this preview is from the basegame, though the name escapes me. They can be used with other fences/walls with a little creativity and alt-key usage though, as I did in gen 2, chapter 21 with 1 (first pic – seen from behind).

What Can I Do With These?

Take pretty, pretty pictures and show me. I’m so curious!

Edit these for your own personal use – that’s what the animation files are for

Edit these and upload them to your funky blog (but please ask for permission and give credit, also please don’t just re-upload without edits, it’s silly)

Downloads

Download (SFS, .zip)

Download (Box, .zip)

[sincericida]

ANDREW GARFIELD

photographed by Mark Seliger for Esquire Magazine.

[getmemymicroscope]

So, right off the bat - just knowing the cast and the topic, you know this is going to be a bad Bollywood movie. There's are rare exceptions where the story actually surprises (the Sherlyn Chopra-starrer Red Swastik comes to mind), but in general, you go in knowing it'll be a 1* movie. I was only watching it because it sounded like a suspense movie, and I figured I'd take the plunge.

It's not like I haven't seen 1* (0*?) Bollywood movies before. They tend to fall into 2 camps - the first, movies with big name stars (or, at least, a recognizable cast) that just end up being utter shit (Deewana Main Deewana, Deewane Huye Paagal, Red: The Dark Side); the second, nonsense like this.

Even just minutes into this movie, the scenes you've come across - where is Monty; the introduction of the annoying brothers at the hotel they're staying at (Bollywood's obsession with shitty "comic" relief apparently even extends into these movies) - let you know that this whole thing is going to be torture. Which, of course, it is - not only those scenes, but even many of the characters and the dialogues.

The murder mystery itself is weird because - well, we know people are being murdered, because we see them die/dead. But then the bodies apparently disappear, because the first two deaths are just essentially erased by "they left a note" and no body is ever found. The third death (the creepy guy) doesn't even make sense, when everything is revealed, because the killer was killing off the super model competition - and he sure as hell wasn't that. Clearly it was meant to be a red herring type of thing, but, well, why him is never explained. Again, he was creepy and a horrible person, but if the motive was to win the crown of 'super model,' his death makes no sense. Even more dumb because, after the first few deaths have just snuck under the radar, this one leaves blood for folks to find, and suddenly the murder thing is in the forefront. Not smart.

The blurb about this movie also suggests that the occurrences start pointing a finger towards our leading lady, who is one of the competitors for this 'super model' thing (really, there's like 4-5 girls taking part in a photoshoot, and one of them will eventually be chosen to be the lead model of a calendar being made to advertise a new wine, or something like that) will appear guilty of the murders. But, honestly - no. First, no one in the actually story knows that there is any murders until there's only like 20 minutes left. Second, no one, at any point in the movie, points even a measly half-finger at her. At the lead actor - okay, well, even him, it's just someone staring at him for a second, but absolutely no finger pointing. There's only like 6-7 people there - 2 arrived after the first "death" (we know it's a death, the characters don't), 3 of them are already dead. It leaves our 2 leads, one more potential super model, and the ... hairdresser? I'm not sure what Bobby Darling's character is actually doing. Oh, and the two comic relief dudes. It's not really much of a consideration, really. But, point is, this isn't "she wants to be a super model, but people start dying and she becomes a prime suspect" - hell, officers don't even show up until the very end, by which point the criminal has already confessed (also, sure, you think your hotel room is empty, but how the hell do you not notice these brand new large cameras around your room before admitting everything; also, why are you saying all this out loud to yourself?).

Of course, this movie isn't one you turn to if you want a smart story. Or good acting. Or decent dialogues. I mean, it happens and people show up and then people die and then I guess we're supposed to care about our ex-playboy who has suddenly changed for a girl, and a bunch of girls who want to be super models and are apparently mean to each other simply because that's what wannabe super models do, and a creepy guy who I don't even know why he's around, and two incompetent brothers who apparently run the hotel they're staying at, and Jackie Shroff, who for some reason has agreed to show in like 5 single individual scenes to narrate things like "these are the characters" and "this is the backstory of the wannabe actress" and "now it is time for the story to begin."

I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that this one wasn't worth it, even if you just wanna see a whodunnit simply to know whodunnit.

Expected 1* movie turns out to be 1* movie. (Shocking, I know.)

[ask-the-silly-critters]

ੈ A new characters have joined! ✩‧₊˚

[Woohoo! Another characters that will joined the Silly Critters and what's this? One of them even related to a certain sassy queen squirrel? My, my~ the blog is getting more interesting at all time~ Let's see who these critters, shall we?~]

MEET THE CHARACTERS

JollyJoy Shiba

Introducing the one and only Chief of the police in Crittersville, JollyJoy Shiba! This certain critter is very serious in taking their job in catching thiefs or other criminals that doing illegal stuff but don't be fool by his slightly scary face! This shiba is an absolute sweetheart and a goofball! He also dating with a certain purple model feline and love him dearly~

Jolly is 36 years old but still act a bit child-like and a slight energetic whenever around his dear lover.

SleepyKitty RagDoll

Of course, in the village that there would be atleast one person that is a good influencer and a model, especially if they come from a big city! Introducing, SleepyKitty RagDoll! One of the very famous model and influencer in his city but now he lives in the Crittersville to be with his lover that he fall inlove when the first he visit the village for a photoshoot.

He is 35 years old and he's a selective mute, also, he doesn't mind being told that he look like CatNap, he have gotten used to it haha!

ArcherySea RedFoxee

Of course, in every show there would needed to be a pirate, don't they? Introducing ArcherySea RedFoxee! An adventurous fox and always up for a good challenge in finding treasures! He even talk like a pirate! Perhaps it's because his 'father' used to be one like that haha!

And what make it more surprise, he is the younger brother of Cotton and a Cousin for Daisy :0 a surprise indeed! Even though he rarely visit his sister, he loves her dearly and sometime even given her gold and gems!

He is 26 years old and have his own pirate ship! Travels a lot in the seven seas~

MeriBella MerryBubble

And since there's a pirate, it's no surprised there would be a Merfolk or should i say, a MerCritter! Introducing our last silly, MeriBella MerryBubble! Our energetic and bubbly mermaid and friended with our pirate fox, Archer! Both of them would travel together through the big sea and founding interesting items or places. Though, Meri have an amnesia from her childhood being captured by a Fisherman, causing the girl don't remember her parents or her own age!

But that doesn't stop her from exploring her home! Even if she doesn't remember about her past, she knew that deep down that the ocean is her home and she would embraced the ocean as if the ocean was her own mother figure.

She doesn't remember her age or know if MerCritter even age but does that matter?

[And that is all of our Silly Critters folk! 9 critters? My, my~ the blog going to be quite crowded, don't they? Hahah! And now for the info replies and their tags~]

THE INFO OF THE REPLIES

This is JollyJoy Shiba speaking and his whisper...

This is SleepyKitty RagDoll speaking and his whisper...

This is ArcherySea RedFoxee speaking and his whisper...

This is MeriBella MerryBubble speaking and her whisper...

THE TAGS FOR THEM

-> jollyjoy shiba (Jolly reply)

-> sleepykitty ragdoll (Sleepy reply)

-> archerysea redfoxee (Archer reply)

-> meribella merrybubble (Meri reply)

[Welp, that is all, goodnight/afternoon/morning folks! Enjoy chatting with these new characters~]

[unhingedwomandiaries]

You'll never believe the absolute circus that was work today. I'm there at stupid o'clock as usual (because apparently I hate myself), when who should come slinking in but X, a whole bloody hour early. Now, this is the same person who usually treats punctuality like it's optional, so already my internal alarm bells are going mental.

I give him one of those awkward 'morning' nods - you know the type - but he's got a face like a slapped arse. Then it clicks: yesterday's meeting cock-up. The one where he made a proper dog's dinner of everything and muggins here had to sort it. Brilliant.

I'm trying to get on with my work like a good little worker bee when BAM! X comes storming over, proper radgy, accusing me of sabotaging his precious project. Before I can even defend my obviously innocent self, he drops the F-bomb right in my face! X! The same bloke who usually apologizes to chairs when he bumps into them!

But oh no, that's not even the best bit. Come team meeting time, he's suddenly transformed into Mary bloody Poppins - all sunshine and rainbows like he hadn't just told me to go forth and multiply. So I think, right, I'll be sensible and have a word with the boss. Big mistake. HUGE.

Suddenly I'm getting blamed for everything from missing paperclips to the hole in the ozone layer. Then - and this is the proper cherry on top of this shit sundae - the boss whips out CCTV footage of me nicking a highlighter from some ex-colleague's desk. A HIGHLIGHTER! Like I'm some kind of office supply criminal mastermind!

There I am, trying to explain that we've got more chance of finding the Holy Grail than a working highlighter in this place, when His Royal Highness demands photographic evidence of its safe return. I mean, what am I supposed to do? Stage a highlighter photoshoot? When I point out how utterly mental this is, he goes absolutely nuclear and starts waving the HR card around like it's his trump card.

Well, sod that for a game of soldiers. If they want me highlighting things, they can bloody well provide the tools. I'm not Amazon Prime for stationery, am I?

Starting to think I should've become a sheep farmer instead.

P.S. Watch this space - tomorrow they'll probably accuse me of running an underground Post-it note trafficking ring.

[subliminalbo]

I sat on this manip for a few weeks while I waited for the right hook to come to me. Photoshoots with water are always a good fit for random Assimilation stories, though I already did a bathtub Assimilation story in a caption way back in 2016 and I never like repeating ideas (ironic, considering how repetitive Assimilation can feel to me).

One of my favorite and absolutely criminally underexplored mind control tropes is the concept of the hunted: or rather, someone who is marked by a mind controlling force and powerless to avoid their fate. The best example I can think of is Ghostbusters where Dana is hunted for the first half of the movie before finally succumbing to the possession of Zuul in a scene that, frankly, goes way too hard for a comedy.

Anyway, this caption was based on the prompt, "It was in the water." Which came to me randomly on Monday. I mentioned that a lot of these stories are based on random one-line prompts that I make for myself so if anyone wants to tackle them with me I'll be sharing the prompts moving forward.

It was in the water.

Alyssa called a plumber in the first time she saw it. Black liquid thick as motor oil spewing from the faucet. It splattered in the bowl of the sink but didn't go down the drain. Instead it lingered, Alyssa studying its appearance, feeling strangely compelled by it. It soaked up the kitchen light, reflecting nothing but its blackness. It seemed to vibrate there, an unearthly twitch in its composition like it was responding to Alyssa's presence. She forgot to breathe.

When she regained her senses, Alyssa washed the black something down the drain, thankful to find water spill from the faucet again. When the plumber checked the pipes he said that all of these rentals near campus had been converted from old country houses, many with the same old copper plumbing. "All kinds of gunk could be backed up in those pipes," he said. But the mystery deepened when he got into the basement and found that the plumbing had been completely torn out and replaced sometime in the last decade. Alyssa hated the way he looked at her as she insisted that she'd seen what she saw.

"Hey," he said. "Between you and me? I've gotten a few calls like this lately. You want my theory? I think Futurum's putting something in the water."

Alyssa wasn't interested in conspiracy theories. She needed a real answer.

She shared the bizarre incident with her friend at work the next day. Julie, a professor of biology at CSU, was fascinated by the description of the black water, but she offered few ideas.

"I'd love to study it," Julie said.

"I don't know," Alyssa replied. "It was so strange, Julie. It was like I lost myself a bit staring at it. Like I could feel it staring back into me. All I wanted was to reach out and touch it. To taste it, even."

"Well, definitely don't taste it," Julie laughed. "But hit me up if you see it again."

Their interaction was brief, Julie passing through to a class and Alyssa with an emergency one o'clock with a student looking to restructure their entire semester. They agreed to get drinks and catch up for real soon, then went their separate ways.

Days passed. Alyssa didn't see the black water again but it was never far from her mind. One night she awoke to the sound of her phone buzzing on the night stand. She didn't know the number but it was from the Romero area code. The woman's voice was unfamiliar, but sounded softer than it should have been, her words were slow and deliberate, a small breath between each line.

"The Master has chosen you to carry its gift, Alyssa. Listen for its call. Accept its power."

"Who is this?" Alyssa blinked, still half asleep. "What are you talking about?"

"All life surrenders to the Master." A click on the other end, and the caller was gone.

The next day Alyssa received a strange text from Julie.

J: drink the water alyssa

A: What??

J: all life surrenders to the master

As Alyssa read the message from her friend, a crack formed in her mind. Unlike its other vessels, Alyssa didn't have to wait to hear the Master's voice—she had already been touched. It happened that day as she stared into the sink, watching the Master's form. Its vibrations bored their way into her mind until its truths were fixed like a tattoo on her brain.

How had she clawed back? A few vessels had shown resistance, but ultimately they all found their way to the Master. Because in the end, there was one truth above all.

Alyssa's phone bounced off the rug. She sunk mindlessly backward into the couch, her eyes rolling back, faint signs of her pupils clipping erratically beneath her eyelids. Her whole body followed the motion of her eyes, shaking as the words pushed through her. All life, she thought. All life.

Soon a stillness came over Alyssa. The embrace of plush cushions held her softly while she lay motionless. Waiting? Thinking?

come

Without a word, Alyssa rose from the couch. She stepped slowly, deliberately toward the stairs and ascended the creaky old steps to the second floor. The bathroom was at the end of the hallway and inside she found that the tub was already full.

It was in the water. It had always been there. The Master didn't need to awaken Alyssa like the others. Perhaps she was a test to see just how powerful it was. A test of the one truth above all.

The black water was cold as Alyssa slid down into the tub, but it wasn't enough to pull her from the fugue.

drink

Alyssa continued to sink, dipping her head beneath the water, mouth open so that the Master could fill every hole. That was all she was. That was all she had ever been. A vessel to be filled.

Alyssa emerged from the water with a sharp moan. The Master had taken every bit of her, and she could only scream in orgasm as the change took hold of her. She could hear the voices of the assimilated, the dozens across Romero who had already experienced this power for themselves, welcoming her to the fold. The sensation was all still so new to her that she couldn't make any sense of the noise. But she knew that Julie was in there somewhere, she could feel her waiting to be fucked in mindless service to the Master.

As the transformation came to a close, Alyssa repeated the one truth above all: "All life surrender to the Master."

[donttouchtheneednoggle]

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