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total-drama-brainrot · 7 months ago

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Question about p! Noah..

How would he hypothetically react to being stabbed. (Accidentally) Like not a deadly stab wound but one big enough for it to be considered concerning.

How would the rest of the cast react?

Ok so what I'm asking is how committed is p! Noah to the bit? How for would he go in such a serious situation. Maybe he didn't care at all and walked around bleeding? Maybe he was only thinking of ways to torment the others using this to his advantage. Idk.

Also love this au sm!!

"Hypothetically", just say you want to stab him. This is a safe space, I'm not judging. ...Okay I'm judging a little bit.

I actually have a few thoughts about reactions to stabbings, as someone who's been involved in more than my fair share of them, and generally I think a lot of people don't tend to understand just how much it fucking hurts to be stabbed, even when it's non-fatal. It is a very painful experience, even with the added anaesthetic of adrenaline, and seeing just how often media portrays people walking off stab wounds or regarding them as little more than scratches is just. Infuriating.

Now, I personally headcanon Noah as someone with a fairly high pain tolerance. This is backed by a lot of the bone-crushing and otherwise painful experiences he suffers through in the show and is generally able to shrug off without complaint (and really, Noah would realistically have so much chronic pain after World Tour in particular, given how much he's crushed, tossed and thrown about in that season alone). But that doesn't mean I think he can just brute-force his way through acting unconcerned by a literal stab wound.

Even p!Noah wouldn't have that unwavering of a constitution, and he's crazy. Though I do think he'd make a good effort of maintaining his persona as the unflappable unstable wildcard, he'd be quick to abscond from the situation at hand and treat the wound. Again, that shit hurts, and it's really hard to keep up any pretences under the pain of a stab wound, so getting himself out of the situation as fast as possible would be his top priority- the less time he spends around the others in his vulnerable state, the slimmer the chances are of them seeing behind his mask of mania to the scared person hidden behind it.

Because his detachment from reality is the vast majority of his defence mechanism game plan; if Noah allows himself to be seen as anything but the psychopath he's portrayed himself as- either by the audience or the now aware cast- he's lost practically everything he's spent seasons building up on camera. Letting himself be seen as vulnerable or even affected by something as "inconsequential" as a stab would is a no-go, so he'd stutter out a few witty zingers and bounce.

(Which is an incredibly unhealthy mindset to have, but p!Noah isn't exactly mentally sound even without his exaggerated persona. His commitment to The Bit is strong enough for him to momentarily disregard his physical wellbeing, but not enough to grant him the ability to completely ignore it.)

It'd play out something like this:

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Noah's eyes momentarily widened in shock as he felt the cold steel of Duncan's knife embed itself into the meat of his upper thigh. The pain was searingly sharp, molten agony burning like lava in his veins, and the bookworm found himself reflexively stumbling backwards from the punk.

"Did you just stab me?" He asked incredulously, sparing a glance down towards the weapon sticking out of his now ruined cargo shorts. The sight was almost comedic; Noah's oversized shorts rested against the hilt of the knife like cushions, completely blanketing the wound beneath them. He was almost amused enough to laugh, but the constant screaming of his nerves had his laughter congealing against the back of his throat with the rest of his saliva, leaving his mouth uncomfortably dry.

Duncan, in turn, seemed just as shocked by the turn of events. The delinquent's terrified blue eyes darted from Noah's face to the knife jutting out of his thigh. Which prompted the cynic to contort his grimace into a toothy grin, as any sign of weakness here would completely ruin his carefully cultivated image, though the edges of his smile were soured by the constant throbbing pain in his leg.

Truly, it was Noah's own fault. He shouldn't've provoked the stab-happy jailbird, but messing with Duncan was just too fun an opportunity to pass up.

"Oh fuck! Oh shit, dude, I'm so sorry!"

And he really was. Noah could tell by the shaky panic in his voice, the bulging of his ice-blue eyes, and the way Duncan seemed to curl self-consciously into himself. Not that the pessimist thought he had any right to act to timid- he was the one with the knife in his leg.

Again, Noah wanted nothing more than to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Here he was, stood before the resident metal-faced punk, brandishing the other's knife deep in the flesh of his thigh like some sort of twisted fashion statement. Every minor twitch and spasm of his muscles had white-hot agony lick at the back of his mind like flames, matching the welling heat of pained tears he desperately choked down; Noah refused to cry in front of Duncan, refused to let the other know just how much pain he was in.

He took a few tentative steps backwards, edging towards the exit of the Economy Cabin and towards the relative safety of the Confessional. Each step was a test in his composure, as every time he put even the slightest bit of weight onto his pierced leg Noah felt liquid hot torture bubble through his veins.

"Wow. I know you offered to give me a piercing, but don't you think this is a bit much?" Noah snarked, playing off the unsteady tightness of his voice as mirth with a humourless giggle, and disguising the wince he couldn't quite subdue as a cocky tilting of his head.

Noah placed a steadying hand on the doorframe of the exit, never once turning his back to his assaulter or letting his feral grin falter, as his tear-fogged eyes scanned across the cabin. He'd made it to the exit, but really needed a moment to catch his breath. It was so hard to breath around the sharp, burning pain.

The cynic felt, more than saw, the concerned looks the other occupants of Economy were shooting him. In fact, both Owen and Alejandro had jumped from their seats to, assumedly, assist him. That wouldn't do- Noah staunchly refused to show any semblance of helplessness in front of Alejandro. The latino's hero complex and overblown ego would never let Noah hear the end of it, and making himself even the slightest bit sympathetic in front of their audience would offset the persona he'd worked so hard to maintain.

Damn his team and their inconstant bouts of humanity; concern was the last thing Noah wanted! The whole situation was jeopardising his image! He'd have to do something drastic to stop his well intentioned teammates from following him- something crazy.

"I'm keeping this, by the way."

The bookworm yanked the knife from it's nested perch in is thigh, scattering scarlet droplets of blood in its wake, and brandished his newfound weapon with performative flourish. It hurt like a bitch, and Noah had to force down a shudder at the feeling of his own rapidly welling blood as it began to trickle down his leg like molasses in rivulets of crimson. No doubt his shorts would be ruined, not that they weren't already.

A resounding cry of disbelief rattled through the cabin, though Noah payed it no mind.

It... probably wasn't the best idea, ripping the knife out of his stab wound. But Noah was nothing if not committed to his act, and it wasn't as if he could just re-plug the bleeding with the knife.

Unless? ...No, no that was stupid. The persistent throbbing pain of his sluggishly bleeding wound was probably just messing with his head.

It was, however, satisfying to watch the well-intentioned concern on the other's faces drain into white-faced revulsion and terror, as Noah playfully began to spin the blood soaked weapon between his fingers. Both Owen and Alejandro came to a halt a few meters away from him, the Spaniard in particular seemed to recoil at the stray droplets of the cynic's blood as his face took on a peculiar green tinge.

And Duncan stood shell-shocked in his original position, apparently still stunned by disbelief by his own actions. Not that Noah cared, but it was a little ironic to him; the big bad delinquent couldn't handle the ramifications of his own violence. How sad, Noah's heart was just bleeding for him- or was it his leg? It was hard to tell, the rapid loss of blood made his deductive skills a little wonky.

"Thanks for the gift, Duncey. Toodles!~"

With that, Noah skittered his way out of the cabin, leaving a trail of scarlet behind him.

"Dude, what the fuck."

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And then p!Noah hobbles his way to the Confessional to treat his stab wound and stop the bleeding. And probably has a little cry over it because ouch, being stabbed hurts. (Obviously he'd muffle the sounds of his sobs and agonised hissed breaths as he deals with the wound- he wouldn't want anyone overhearing his moment of weakness.)

Then, of course, he remembers that the Confessional is decked out with a camera and quickly re-masks into his usual persona and waxes poetic about how pretty he looks covered in his own blood, and how Duncan was so generous in gifting him his prized knife, and how Noah would love to repay the favour. Or something along those lines.

Duncan in this scenario would have the added bonus of not only dealing with the guilt of stabbing someone, but also the paranoia of Noah's rebuttal. Of which Noah would relish in, because of course he would.

As for the others, Noah would make a conscious and continuous effort to keep them as unconcerned with his wellbeing as possible, since his whole goal is to make himself seem as inhuman and unstable as possible. Letting the others care about him would humanise Noah in the eyes of the cast and the audience at large, which is a big no-no for his game plan.

That doesn't mean he wouldn't let Owen fuss over him in private; Owen's one of the very few people around who knows that a lot of Noah's instability is an exaggeration, so Noah isn't as hesitant to lower his walls.

#in short: he's screaming on the inside but outwardly he's still committed to the bit.#no amount of crazy can make someone immune to the pain of being stabbed though #he can only keep the act up for so long before the mask slips.#being stabbed hurts y'all. like HURTS hurts. it's super hard to act casual when there's a knife sticking out of you.#also blood is a bitch to clean up so the real victim in this scenario is the intern who has to clean the confessional after Noah's used it.#pushing my nowen agenda at the end there. owen's the only one allowed to care about p!noah in his eyes #(in turn p!noah cares a lot about owen too but shh 🤫 that's a secret)#total drama #td noah #psycho!noah au #silly ideas #silly hypotheticals #others' ideas #replies #tw stabbing #tw blood

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writesick-lover · 11 months ago

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Just One Date pt.2

>> part 1!

A/N: Hi guys! You absolutely loved the first part of this and I cannot express how happy that makes me :D I am so thankful for every reblog, like and comment! Here's the awaited part 2, I really hope you'll like it! Should there be a part 3?

Let me know ;D

Warning: !spoilers if you haven't read the first part!, slight hint of drugs and swear words

Special mentions: @merromimo , @justtrying2getby

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Cameras.

There were cameras everywhere as soon as you stepped out of the train. The citizens of Capitol had grouped around the station as if your arrival was worth looking at, and they certainly hadn't missed the show. Your breath hitched in your throat as soon as you saw the dark voids of lenses taking you in. They recorded your every step, which eventually led to tripping and falling off the last two stairs. They also manage to eternalise the way you landed into a pair of strong arms, the chuckle the person holding you made, and when you looked up, you saw the broad shoulders of Finnick Odair, covering you from the broadcast.

"Watch your step, honey," he whispered with a sly smirk, making you look up. Anger took over your previous shock. You knew you could easily be the talk of the Capitol. And you couldn't care less about their shenanigans as long as you had the promise of peace. Because you knew they couldn't hurt you any more than they had already done. They couldn't hurt you any more than your own district already did. But you didn't expect it from any of the victors. Not from Finnick Odair. Though the question making you go crazy at that moment was, what did you really expect?

You didn't expect of Finnick Odair to even glance your way, ever since you saw him in the Capitol after your games. Why he was there, you don't know. He acknowledged you a few times you happened to be at the same party in Capitol. You never expected him to approach you alone. Let alone, ask you on a date. And then bring the whole nation to come and watch your downfall. No, no matter what you had done in the past and how much you had come to despise your life, you would never allow anyone to drag you down like this. You had your pride to keep that for yourself.

And that pride led you to a small dimly lit room, somewhere near the station. Your memories were blurred by the red that kept colouring your sight, your chest rising up and down rapidly, with your loud huffs of air that fell on the face in front of you. He barely breathed as you held a small knife to his throat, his hands up in surrender, but that smile, that smirk on his face, you couldn't wipe it away even with a dagger threatening his thread of life to be cut. He was a victor too, after all, but you refused to step away now. "When you approached me," you started, still panting. "I thought you confused me with someone else. When you asked me out on a date, I thought you had to be totally wasted,"

"But you came-" Finnick hissed, making you push the cold metal against his neck even more, shutting him up. "I came because I never expected you to be so out of your fucking mind!" you retorted, your voice louder. The truth was, you didn't know why you came. You thought he might really have taken an interest in you. Was it that bad? To finally be able to escape your life in your district? No more spitting on you on the streets, no more threats, no more surviving. But as the seconds went by, you were more and more convinced that was the life you deserved.

Meanwhile, Finnick was panicking inside. This was not how he imagined it to be, your dagger on his throat, the cold metal slowly grazing his dead skin cells before it could dig into his nerves and veins. He was so caught up in himself, so naive, thinking you would just roll with all of this. Now he thought you might stab him. Your guard was up, the smile from before was gone, it was replaced by anger, fury and... fear. You were scared. So was he. He could play on that.

"I'm not out of my mind, sugar, you don't have to worry about that. And you don't have to worry about them," he nodded towards the locked door. "They won't hurt you anymore," His eyes softened as he spoke. If you could just play this with him, they will hurt neither of you.

Your eyes widened. "I'm not... I'm not worried about them," you relaxed your grip. And you noticed; Finnick did not take advantage of that. Then you let him go completely and he bent down, caressing his sore throat. "You have a nice grip," he nodded.

But you stayed silent, watching him warily. "I swear, I won't hurt you," he extended his arms to you. You blinked a few times before your muscles relaxed. You haven't heard that sentence in 2 years. How refreshing, to have someone say that. But at what cost. "What do you want then?" you asked, still not letting him close enough. He smiled, gently. "You remember Katniss and Peeta?"

"The new victors?"

"Yes. I know how they survived this. We can do that too," he spoke softly, each word a seed in your heart, setting it ablaze. "How?" you asked too eagerly. "We will become star-crossed lovers ourselves," You gulped.

"Trust me."

He took your hand, opening the door to the outside. There were people on the sunlit streets, your hand in his soon enough catching their attention. You looked around, noticing their curious glances, the lifted eyebrows, faces of amusement. They wanted this.

Finnick spun you to face him, placing his palms firmly against your cheeks. "Do we have a deal?"

"Yes," you whispered, and with that, he pulled you in. Butterflies exploded in your stomach, his lips tasting sugar and ocean salt at the same time. They created a taste you could never forget.

And if there was one thing you had to give to Finnick Odair, it was his charm. He did keep his word. He wooed you with just one date.

And that's how you happened to end up here. It took a few weeks, a few meetings, a bunch of interviews and you stood in one of the rooms in one of Capitol's mansions, the party downstairs at its peak. It took you a few kisses too, but you didn't dare to admit that it was your favorite part.

A subtle knock on your door made you turn around as you tried to finish zipping up your dress. "Come in," you said, immediately smiling when you met Finnick's dark brown eyes. "Ready?" he asked, but you hesitated. "I don't know, I mean, what if they-"

"Hey, no what ifs, it's too late for that anyway," he came closer, placing his hands on your hips. "We'll just grab you a few drinks and you'll see how fast you'll relax," his warm breath tickled your ear as he turned your back to him, finishing your zip. "Finnick!" you hissed back instead of thank you, turning away to hide the redness on your cheeks. "I'm kidding! Just keep close to me and I'm sure you'll have the time of your life,"

"Yeah, can't wait for that," you mumbled as he gasped dramatically, your hand already in his, dragging you out and to the party.

As always, your entrance brought all the attention to you. It was like as soon as you started to appear with Finnick, his beams seemed to shine out of you too. He switched his grasp from your hand to your lower back, guiding you through the crowd, looking forward as if none of them existed. And everything seemed fine, until people actually started approaching you. You were terrified, unable to count how many times Finnick had to nudge you to relax before you could deprive his arm of any blood flow. Soon enough he was handing you a pink drink he fetched from the waiter, making you relax with every sip.

"Sleepless pills," one of the colorful guests smiled at you.

"Huh?" you managed to say back.

"It's a new pill from Capitol! Why sleep when you can eat this and stay up all night? Without feeling tired?" the woman squealed together with the man next to her. You looked up at Finnick to exchange shocked glances before you excused yourself, your head spinning, Finnick following you right after. "This is sick," you stated, leaning against one of the tables for support.

"I'm trying to catch at least a few hours of sleep every night and they are creating pills to avoid it?" you couldn't believe the words you had just heard.

"Don't mind them, Y/n, you know they will never know what it is like," Finnick caressed your back gently, but his words and alcohol only made you angrier.

"I think I need a minute," you breathed heavily, looking away from Finnick and down to the floor. "Should I get you water or something?" you heard him say, his words coming in muffled. You dragged yourself to the wall near you, sliding down your back and onto the floor.

"I will get you-" you couldn't hear the rest, looking up and watching as Finnick's black suit disappeared in the crowd of walking rainbows. Then everything went dark.

When Finnick came back with water, you weren't there. In fact, you completely disappeared out of the hall. He looked around in panic, your name slipping down his tongue. He was ready to shout it at the crowd, maybe they noticed something while sipping the purple liquid...

Your drink was pink.

Finnick's face turned pale with realisation. And then he was shoving his way through the guests and out of the hall.

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ghossttoast · 1 month ago

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Are we connected?

Chapter two: Lesbians and Horrors beyond our comprehension

A/N: like all of chapter two gets skipped here because i couldnt figure out how to change it enough that it would be interesting to write but we're offically away from canon so i can do whatever i want!!! (which should hopefully mean longer chapters :^)

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It was dark, really dark, like going into a cave and turning off all the lights, pitch black. Kris wasn't sure where exactly they were, or if they really were anywhere at all.

“Where…” A voice spoke out, “Where am I? Hello…? Anyone…? Is… is anybody out there…?” It sounded vaguely familiar, but not enough so that Kris could put a name to it, “Someone!? Anyone!? Can anyone hear me!?” It was scratchy, the voice strained as it yelled like it hadn't spoken in a long time, “… It's dark. It's so dark here. Someone, anyone, if you can hear me…” it trailed off sounding defeated, “Say something… please…”

“Kris, did you eat all of the pie!?” a much more familiar voice cut through, causing Kris to groan as they slowly opened their eyes, “It is your knife in the empty tin is it not!? Oh Kris… am I going to have to lock the oven again?” She laughed, “Well hurry out of bed, it is time for school” She informed them, a laugh remaining in her voice as she spoke.

Kris slowly pulled themself out of bed shortly after their mother left, yawning as they begrudgingly tried to fight any remaining sleepiness.

“Up and at em Mx Dreemurr, it is time to rise and grind!” A, annoying in their opinion, cut through, “Woo-hoo it's time for… education n stuff, yeah!” it finished as Kris felt their limbs move on their own, just as they had been doing since yesterday.

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Noelle hummed Christmas carols as she brushed her hair, smiling at herself in the mirror once she finished. She checked herself over, ensuring nothing was out of place with her outfit, before turning back to her desk and staring at the lunchbox sitting there.

The lunchbox she made for Susie.

Noelle felt her face heat up as she actually thought about it.

What was she doing?

Is this crazy?

Gosh, Susie is probably gonna make fun of her, and laugh… with those big teeth of hers as she pushes her over and…

What was she thinking about again?

Right, lunchbox! It’ll probably be fine, Kris said she liked chalk, and when have they ever lied to her?

Okay, when have they ever lied to her and not came clean relatively shortly after? If she doesn't actually eat chalk, then Noelle can play it off like she wanted to help out after the two of them came back empty-handed yesterday. Noelle isn't to worried, Susie’s never messed with her before (for some reason) plus Kris was with her all day yesterday, and they came back fine, if a bit more talkative than usual.

Actually, that was really weird. Kris went out of their way to visit Noelle’s dad at the hospital, apparently without their mom telling them to, and then start chatting up a storm with her outside of her house. Even before that, they’d wandered around class talking to literally everyone, including their teacher, normally they would go straight to their desk and pass out for half the class (how they were passing was honestly a total mystery). Maybe something happened? As much as it sucks to admit it, Noelle doubts they were anywhere near close enough anymore for Kris to update her if there had been something.

Well, that just makes Noelle more sure! Kris and Susie were paired together, so she could ask the two of them to join her and Berdly for a group study session. It’s not like either of them could fault her for wanting to expand her educational horizons, she can rekindle her friendship with Kris and work on starting a relationship with Susie. Maybe they’ve just changed a bit, grown up and matured. Gosh, Noelle honestly hopes that they haven't changed too much.

With her mind made up, Noelle shoved the chalk filled lunch box in her bag before she had time to get scared and back out before dashing out the door and heading towards school.

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Today was… okay. Kris got to see Noelle again, that was nice. Kris got to spend more time with Susie, that was fun. Kris saw Ralsei again, that was all right. Kris had hung out with Berdly for a bit, that was entertaining. Kris cut a puppet’s strings, and it was unable to stand without the support, that was uncomfortable. Kris had wandered around town, talking to everyone they could, just as they had yesterday, that was irritating.

“Okay so” The Player started, speaking directly to them rather than the general commentary it seemed to enjoy, “I need you to do me a super totally huge favor that if things go how I need them to well benefit both of us” It explained, its voice getting higher and faster as it spoke.

What would it want them to do that it can't just make them do?

“…You think you could uh not make a dark fountain in your living room, pretty please?” It finished

Oh, right, it knows how today goes.

“Look, I don't know how to explain this, but I kinda need to break the timeline a bit and this is the nicest way I can do it- I mean, you even hearing me means something is definitely weird like I really have no idea how this is even- point is dark fountain getting is how the ch… day is supposed to end and uh,” It paused for a moment “I just would really like to avoid the direct consequences of that,” It explained, really unconvincingly, if it was going to keep stuff from them, it should have the decency not be so obvious about it.

They’re still going to make the fountain, they have no reason to help this thing.

That resulted in what sounded like an annoyed sigh from the soul. “Kris, I’m finding a way to mess stuff up enough that I can keep playing, you not making the fountain is easy and simple, and no one gets hurt, I’m being moral here!” It shouted, making Kris glad they were the only one that could actually hear the thing (it had tested extensively). It cleared its throat (did it have one?) And hovered above ‘yes’ in the option box that had appeared, “This is the best option for both of us and I will go back and do the other way if you screw this up for me.” it warned with a strained calm in its tone before selecting yes.

Kris sighed to themself as they ran the tap and washed their hands, there was an underlying threat and this wasn't the hill to die on. It had been good with sparing so far, but there was always the option for it to cause harm, and they didn't want to risk it.

“Yay! Pleasure doing business with you” Kris wished they could shatter their soul without literally killing themself, “You should sit down, Toriel and Susie hanging out is both cute and potentially important later I don't wanna mess stuff up too much” it’s tone was back to the uncomfortably cheerful one it typically held and Kris wasn't sure if this was any better.

Kris listened to Susie and their mother joke around in the kitchen, they were glad that the two were getting along. Once it sounded like the two of them were done, Kris wandered back out to meet them, their mom invited Susie to stay, to which she agreed, the two messing around for a bit before eventually passing out on their couch. Well Susie passed out, Kris had been taking a bit longer, mostly because a certain someone wouldn't shut up.

“Agh, this is so hype, actually. I’m excited. Are you excited? Probably not but you should be” It rambled “Oh shoot uh” it cut itself off “What are you doing…?” it muttered under its breath, about what Kris has no clue, they hadn't noticed any changes which did make them uncomfortable to think something they couldn't see was going wrong “Wait, no, son of a-”

And then it was gone

#deltarune #kris deltarune #deltarune player #noelle deltarune #noelle holiday #kris dreemurr

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needycorio · 2 years ago

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Sweet and Sour

Pairing: Simon Riley aka “Ghost” x female reader

Summary: This is a continuation of my first Ghost fic, ‘Interrogation’. Two years have passed since Simon had taken you in and got you a place along side him in the field. The relationship between you had grown as time went on. You also noticed he had gotten more built and grew a lot in two years, causing your mind to always think about his size and how small you were compared to him.

Warnings: Mentions of blood and unaliving people, mentions of weapons, Mommy kink and Daddy kink, size difference, mentions of big d!ck being visible from the stomach and throat, female and male receiving oral, f!ngering, rough $ex like completely railing;)

Two years ago was when that mysterious man had had his way with you and took you in. You could finally be free and under a deadly man’s protection. For once you were scared for the other person instead of being scared of the man protecting you.

Ghost protected you like you were his, well you were but he didn’t think that yet. You were hooked onto him for these two years but thank god he didn’t know, that you knew of. Ghost already knew your feelings for him, it was SO obvious.

The way the sight of him or the sound of his voice had eased your nerve’s automatically. The way your face turned red anytime he praised you in the field. He knew when he made little suggestive remarks that your pussy was already dripping wet for him.

That was the truth too just like now while you were in a mountain with a sniper scoped in aimed at the building in front of you. You were leading Ghost around the compound telling him where enemies were so he could quietly take them all out. Your teamwork was impeccable.

“You know you are being such a good girl for me y/n. You deserve something later huh?”

You were searching for another enemy for him to take out when he had teasingly said that. Your cheeks immediately turning a shade of red when you replied.

“Ghost…” you whined, forgetting that you two weren’t the only ones who could hear you. In fact the whole team could hear everything that was said at all times. You were immediately embarrassed but no one would say anything given that Ghost didn’t play when it came to you.

He was at least comfortable with the remarks and suggestive behavior around them because no one would say anything to his face. Which meant you had nothing to worry about so you would now give him the same cocky little shit energy he gave you.

“I do deserve to have your fat cock stuffing my throat. I would love that daddy.”

The way your voice got quiet and deeper was so hot. You caught him completely off guard and it caused him to groan. His cock standing up like a soldier, the jeans he was wearing getting super tight and making his big thick cock stand out even more.

“Alright mommy. Let’s hurry this shit up so we can take this elsewhere.”

You could hear the frustration in his voice and it turned you on even more. You knew spurring him on like he did you would get him riled up like crazy. You aimed your scope at him to see the sight yourself. You saw his gloved hand touch the bulge in his pants and your mouth watered instantly.

“You can’t help yourself can you?”

He looked in the direction you were in, not being able to see you but you could still see his death glare. You shut up and told him the rest of the positions of the enemies.

“The last 5 are in the basement or their fucking lair thing. I can’t see so you are going in blind. Good luck.”

Ghost stealthily went down the stairs and as he got all the way down, the lights were turned off by Soap. You had your scope aimed at the windows, trying to find any extra people.

There were shots fired but Ghost had managed to quickly take care of four of the enemies, leaving the last one. He was the one in charge of everything.

“You think you can kill me kid?” The strange man chuckled.

“I’ll kill you alright.”

Ghost pulled out a knife and tried slitting the man’s throat but the man ducked and slammed him on the ground, punching Ghost three times. He managed to gain his strength back and he elbowed the man, shoving the knife in the man’s neck. Blood spurt out of his neck and got onto Ghost’s mask and gloves, making him smile. He got off on this, putting terrible men down for what they did.

“There’s one last guy on the top floor, I have a shot.”

“Take it.”

You lined up the shot perfectly and shot the guy in the head, his body dropping to the floor. You saw Ghost come upstairs with his gun drawn.

“Got him. No need to worry.”

“I love having a gorgeous girl dropping bodies by my side. We did amazing tonight and all thanks to you.”

A smile grew across your face, hearing him say these things always gave you butterflies. You got up, grabbed your gun and headed back down to the compound. You two headed to where the team was positioned so you could talk about the mission.

Everyone kept praising you two like always. Everyone knew that if you and Ghost were paired up that you were bound to succeed no matter what. It felt good to be known like that. Captain Price was especially proud of you. You became very close to these men and he thought of you like a daughter kind of. He was just as protective as Ghost but in a fatherly way.

You were so grateful for everything that has happened in your life because it has landed you exactly where you wanted to be. Right here.

After the meeting was done, you all headed to the vehicle to start heading home. You couldn’t wait to get to where you and Ghost lived together.

You guys got home and he opened the door for you. You smelled his cologne when you walked in and sighed. You loved the smell of him. You walked to your bedroom about to take your gear off before being interrupted by Ghost.

“What do you think you’re doing baby?”

You looked at him standing against the wall in the hallway with his hands in his pockets. He looked good in his gear as always and the look in his eyes didn’t help. He looked angry and you didn’t know if you were scared or turned on.

“I was going to take my gear off and get comfortable.”

“No. That little stunt you pulled earlier?”

“What stunt? I was just teasing you like you tease me. It was just giving you the same energy.”

“And who says you get to be like that hm? I’m not your man, you can’t just give me a cocky little attitude and get away with it.”

Ouch kind of but he was right. You weren’t his girl and he didn’t really have to deal with your shit. He wanted to and he didn’t mind it but he wants you to know where your place is.

He took his vest, weapons and helmet off, getting ready to use you like his toy. His tight long sleeve shirt showing off his big biceps and pecks. All you could think about was biting them and touching them. Ghost took his boots and jeans off, giving you a peak at what you had been waiting for.

His dick was semi hard and it already looked big, your pussy clenching at the thought of him filling you up. He pushed you down so you were on your knees, you looked up at him, enjoying the view a little too much.

“Masks on or off?”

“Take the skull mask off and leave the balaclava on.”

You could see more of his eyes but you still loved him in his balaclava. He chuckled and did as you said. You took his boxers off and you rubbed your thighs together as you saw his meaty thick thighs and his tasty fat veiny cock.

“Like what you see?” he taunted.

You nodded your head shyly which wasn’t enough for Ghost.

“Use your words big girl.”

“I love what I see. Can you just stuff my mouth already?”

He smiled and grabbed your chin with his right pointer finger and thumb, bringing your head upwards to make eye contact with Simon.

“I would say no just because you have to learn to be patient but since you look so pretty for me right now….”

He used his free hand to line his cock up with your mouth, you stuck your tongue out, getting a taste of the glistening precum on his tip.

“Mmm”

You loved how he tasted, just made you want to milk him until he literally cant cum anymore. You begin to give him kisses all over his cock, causing Simon to bite his lip as he watched you. After you kissed every inch of his big dick, you jerked him off with one of your small hands, more then half of it was left untouched.

How did you ever suck his dick? You were small compared to him, this hunk of a man didn’t even know how either honestly, it just spurred him on even more. He loved the size difference just as much as you did. Ghost liked the fact that he was so massive with his girl being tiny and just completely helpless all the time.

You started sucking on his tip, making sure to lick all the leaking precum off. His left hand moved to grab a fistful of your hair, using it as leverage to fuck your mouth. He was going to fuck your mouth until you cried and begged him to stop.

He started off with slow and shallow strokes, letting you get used to the feeling of your mouth being stuffed. He groaned at the feeling of the warmth emitting from your mouth. You moved your hand to his balls to play with him, egging him on. Ghost smiled and started thrusting into your mouth.

You relaxed your jaw and let him use you as he pleased. Half of it was already in your mouth and you choked on him. Your throat squeezing around him when you did, causing him to let a moan slip.

“I love when you choke on my fat cock baby. I know you can take it all.. You ready?”

You nodded your head and he immediately started thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth at a medium pace. You would choke on him every time he shoved his dick deeper into your throat. He could see the fat outline of his cock in your throat from the outside.

“Oh fuck y/n…”

He was a grunting mess after seeing that. I mean could you blame him? He had this gorgeous girl on her knees, her mouth stuffed with his cock, the outline of it being seen from the outside, the feeling of you just at his mercy.

The way he was fiercely thrusting into your mouth, had you holding onto him hard so you didn’t fall over. He had his grip on you and you were going no where. All the slurping sounds, choking noises, his moans, your moans and the wet sounds every time he thrusted was so hot to Ghost. He was in heaven at this point, just ascending.

It was a mess, you were a mess. There were strings of your saliva dripping down the sides of your mouth, his dick and even a small puddle on the floor. The way that it was filthy made it better for both of you.

“Look at you… God you’re so pretty…”

He now was abusing your mouth at this point, he was being so rough. Simon couldn’t help it, he was too gone from the euphoria he was in. You could feel tears well in your eyes but you didn’t want to cry.

“I’m not stopping till I see you crying and begging for me to fuck you. You think you can be a little shit when everyone is listening? I’ll show you who’s in charge here.”

Your pussy clenched around nothing when he spoke, he was so fucking hot. You could feel cold tears fall down your hot cheeks, sending a shiver down your spine.

“That’s it princess.. cry from having your mouth stuffed to the brim. Fuuck..”

He got even rougher and faster if that was possible at this point. You had mascara running down your face from crying, Ghost could see the black tears and threw his head back.

“Shit. Oh… y/n…”

You moved your hands to his hips and moved him even deeper in your mouth as you choked and bawled. The way you looked so amazing while like this, his little mess. Saliva everywhere, your face stained with tears, mascara running all down your face, his dick all wet and sloppy. The feeling of his fat cock poking his hand every time he thrusted into your mouth made him almost cum.

“Y-yes.. that’s mmm. I’m gonna cum y/n….”

All the sounds coming out of his mouth sounded like he was on fucking cloud nine, which he basically was. He pulled out and his thick white cum spurt all over you, painting your gorgeous face. He had cum so much it was in your hair, on your face, in your mouth, some was on the floor and the rest you had cleaned off his cock with your tongue.

“Mm. You taste so delicious daddy.”

You looked up at him and he let go of your hair and throat.

“You were such a good girl.. You feeling okay?”

He wiped your tears and gave you a soft kiss on your lips. You blushed and responded with a quiet yes. He looked at you seriously and tilted his head.

“Are you sure? Be honest with me baby.”

“Just a little sore but I need you Ghost…. Please. I need you inside me, destroying me….”

Simon chuckled because he knew he could do that anytime he wanted. Actually he’s dreamt of the day that he could just ravish your body, just utterly break you. He was waiting for this day and he couldn’t believe his ears.

“Are you..? Love are you sure that you’re ready for that..?”

He was worried about you because he is a MASSIVE man and you were a small woman.

“I’m sure Simon… please. I’m begging you to have your way with me.”

How could anyone turn down such a beauty asking for something so vulgar? Ghost was not one of those people, he would exceed your expectations tonight.

“Take everything off… hurry up.” He ordered softly.

You did as told and proceeded to take off all your gear and weapons, along with all your clothes and undergarments. Leaving yourself completely exposed to the man in front of you. He was watching your every move and grabbed your hips as soon as you were naked.

“Your body is perfect baby…”

The sight of your unclothed body always drove Ghost insane. He loved your curves and stretch marks especially. The way your ass and thighs were completely covered in stretch marks gave him a hard on instantly. He picked you up by your hips effortlessly and sat you on the dining table. The cold wood touching your bare skin caused you to hiss.

Ghost started kissing your neck as his right hand went down to your soaking cunt. His middle finger ran along your folds and he grunted at the feeling.

“Oh my god. You’re soaking wet…..”

You covered your face with your hands from the embarrassment and he pinned your wrists to to the table.

“Why are you covering your pretty face? Are you embarrassed that daddy doesn’t even have to do much and you’re already a mess in between your thighs?”

“Simon….” You whined out “Yes… okay..?” You were in for more then a treat, more like a five course meal.

He let go of your wrists and put his right hand back in between your thighs, putting his middle and ring finger in your pussy, earning a moan from you. His fingers were big too so you always loved getting fingered by him because he could still fill you up a bit. Your legs instinctively spread wide for him.

Just like a present for him, he couldn’t help but just stare at your cunt, admiring every detail about it. It was such a pretty color, so soft, glistening from your juices. His mouth watered and he hurriedly pulled up his mask enough for his mouth and nose to be out. He couldn’t wait to devour you.

He put his hands on the inside of your thighs to hold them open, licking your bundle of nerves slowly. The feeling sent a shock to you, your hands flying to his head to hold him in place. He licked faster due to your actions and reaction.

“Such a delicious pussy baby..” he moaned out

He was not going to stop till you were screaming and he was going to make sure he made you cum more then once. He put two fingers inside of you, moving them in and out as he licked violently at your clit.

“Gho- oh my goddd..”

The way your pussy gushed with each movement of his fingers had Ghost in a frenzy. He was practically drunk off the taste of your pussy, he needed to taste your cum.

“Please cum for me baby. God i can’t get enough of you, you taste so fucking good.”

The feeling of his tongue on your clit, his big fingers giving no mercy to your pussy and the way he was begging was too overwhelming. Your body temperature rose as your body snapped and you came all over him. He took his fingers out and lapped at your cum, grunting at the taste. You let profanities and his name flow out of your mouth, not caring about how loud you were.

Ghost didn’t even stop lapping at you even when you told him to stop. In fact he dove his tongue in your folds, gripping your thighs hard from the pleasure he was getting from this. Your legs were shaking from the feeling of his tongue roaming your pussy and the fact you just came hard a second ago.

He was the first one to love eating you out, he actually begs for you to let him eat you out every day after this night;). You bucked your hips upwards but his grip on your thighs was too hard for you to move much. No matter what you tried to do, you were stuck there until he was satisfied with his work.

“S-Simon… I- yes…..”

He brought his thumb to your clit to rub it in circles, feeling your pussy clench around his tongue made him moan. He loved your pussy so much, the feeling, the taste, the smell, the look, just everything about it. He had never been in love with pussy like he was with yours.

“Oh my god! I’m- gonna-“

His tongue dove deeper and he moved his thumb faster. He was enjoying himself and not even trying that hard too. Your back arched off of the table as the pit in your stomach popped, you screamed out his name over and over. You were unable to control what came out your mouth and most of it was incoherent anyways.

Simon didn’t understand anything you were moaning out but to be fair he was focused on licking your juices and cleaning you up. He knew the sounds you were making made his cock throb like crazy. He continued his movements as he helped you ride out your high, removing his mouth and hands from your body.

You looked at him with a smile, your chest rising and falling quickly, recovering from cloud nine.

“You are so sexy baby…. I need you. I need you right fucking now. I can’t wait to fill your pretty little cunt mommy.”

You were never called that before him but you knew you liked it when you noticed your pussy started to literally drip onto the floor below you. Simon watched your pussy leak and smiled like a little boy in a candy store.

“You like being called mommy now don’t you love?”

“Yes.. please call me it more”

He chuckled and lined himself up with you, slowly slipping in you. It always felt like the first time with him because he had such a girthy and long dick. How could you ever get used to something so large going in your tiny hole? You couldn’t.

The way you were gripping him had his head tilted back, eyes closed and his mouth open. God damn you were so warm and absolutely gushing but he had to stop himself. He didn’t want to hurt you so he just has to be patient.

“Fuck baby”

He grunted while he bottomed out in you, holding your hips in place.

“So. Tight..”

You couldn’t handle him, never. That’s why you tried to move forward, trying to get less of him in you.

“Uh uh. No running away. You’re gonna take this fat dick baby. You got it, come on.”

He gripped your shoulders to pull you back and keep you there. There was no escaping now that he had his hold on you. You just had to shut up and take it.

“It’s so big.. shiittt”

Ghost couldn’t hold it anymore, he needed to move. He needed to fuck you hard and destroy you like you asked. He gave you no warning as he began to thrust in you hard and deep.

“FUCK!”

You gripped the sheets hard enough for your knuckles to start turning white. His cock hitting all the right spots and stretching you out. His thrusts starting to get faster and harder with each thrust.

“I wanna hear you scream baby. Come on. Show me how good I fuck you.”

You couldn’t even comprehend what he was saying, all you could do was moan and scream his name. The way he was filling you up made your stomach hurt, this wasn’t the first time but since he was being more rough, it hurt more.

“Simon! Oh my goooooddddd!”

“Call me daddy. Say it… fuck..”

You were already feeling overwhelmed by his size and the way he was fucking you without caring how rough he was.

“Daddy! D-daddyyyy!”

Your sweet moans like music to his ears just causing his dick to throb and his thrusts getting rougher the more you screamed his name and daddy. You were gripping the sheets and kept moving your hands any where there was something to grip onto.

“You can’t even stay still it’s so good huh? Look at your arms flailing, trying to grab something solid. You’re so helpless under me you slut”

That’s when he grabbed both your arms and held them as he repeatedly rammed into your messy cunt. You grabbed his wrists so you had something to hold onto.

“Atta girl”

Ugh he was driving you crazy with all his dirty talk, like the cherry on top.

“Daddy… Ghost- I’m.. gonna cum..”

He knew by the way you got tighter and gripped his cock harder, pulling him in. He couldn’t help but moan as he brought you to yet another climax, helping you ride it out. He took this time to flip you over onto your back so you were in missionary.

“I’m not done with you just yet mommy okay?”

You melted at the name again and looked up at him with a cum drunken face. Ghost smirked and started making out with you as he slowly thrust into you. You had a heated make out session as he fucked you deep and slow.

“You feel so good around me…” he grunted

He broke the kiss to lay his forehead on yours as his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of you. You took this time to look down and you realized you could see the outline of his dick through your stomach. He was so big that you could see him poke you. You gasped and threw your head back as you were a moaning mess.

“What..?”

Simon looked down at your stomach and saw it himself.

“Oh- You like having a massive man huh? You like how daddy’s dick is so big that it pokes your stomach huh mommy? You started moaning more and the way your pussy started gushing around me gives it away.”

He was just as turned on as you, the way your tiny self looked under him as his dick prodded at your stomach was too much for him to handle. He had to take a quick break so he stopped his movements.

“Why did you stooop?” You questioned with a pout

He started thrusting fast and hard which turned your pout into an O shape.

“I love our size difference and seeing that my fat cock pokes out is so hot.”

He moved your legs so they were over his arms and he grabbed your wrists to pin you down. Ghost was able to go even deeper causing you both to moan loud. Your body starting to get sore, especially your stomach.

The sound of your soaking pussy, the slaps of skin, the bed creaking, the headboard banging on the wall, your moans and the view of his dick poking you and you in pure bliss was euphoric for him. He wanted to cum so bad right now.

“Mommy can I cum..? I wanna destroy you more but fuck- oh god baby. I’m so fucking horny and I can’t hold it.”

The way he was asking you to even cum was a surprise for you. He’s been a very dominant and assertive man so it caught you off guard.

“Yes daddy. Cum with me okay? I’ll tell you.”

He threw his head back as he got rougher and rougher with each thrust, causing you to feel your last orgasm of the night creeping up. You were a moaning mess and he was a grunting mess.

“Daddy I’m gonna cum- Cum with me…”

“Mommy…. I’m cumming…”

His thrusts got sloppy as you both came hard all over each other. He made sure to pull out before letting his load cover you. His head still thrown back as he slowly jerked himself off, letting him ride his own high out.

“Good boy” you teased.

You saw him smile and you swore you saw him blush as he took his balaclava off. He could be submissive if he wanted to and he definitely enjoyed being called a good boy and he loved being praised too.

“Do you like that or something big guy?”

He went to grab a towel so he could clean you up. He came back with a towel and a huge grin on his face.

“Yes… We can try switching roles if you wanted. You being the dominant one..”

Your face lit up at his words because you wanted to try it, especially with him. You loved the thought of having such a huge dominant man on his knees being submissive.

“I’ll hold you up to that Simon.”

#ghost call of duty #ghost fanfiction #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley smut #mw2 #mw2 x reader #mw2ghost #cod mw2 imagine

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thedevilrisen · 6 months ago

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Oh your so kind!!! Love to hear all about the new AU?!?!?!

So here it goes, my random thoughts for this wet friday night;

I love seeing these clips of Sid interacting with the kids in his hockey school etc. Especially when the children seem to always call him 'Sidney Crosby' using his full name. 🫠 I might have watched one clip a few too many times

I'm loving the looks EK gives his Captain. The man loves him.

Ben Hunt always plays good for QLD but yet sucks hard when he plays for my club team the Dragons. Who I am scared may be battling the tigers for the spoon

Why doesn't McDonalds mcflurry the ice cream anymore? This M&M mcflurry is disappointing and shoulda gotten a sundae.

I want to believe Nova has some habits that drive Sid absolutely crazy. Makeup scattered over the bathroom counter, shoes never in their place in her room or near the door. They are always left until the dinner table. If she borrows his car she doesn't turn down the music when she gets out so when he goes to turn on the engine he's blasted with some loud tune.

Last Nova thought I had from earlier in the week, Sid spying a nice little mark on her neck/collarbone area left by her pretty boy friend Luke 👀

Okay that might be it. Probs not because I'm a chatterbox. Sorry its alot just blurting all that out. Don't have to reply to this word vomit.

Please share your random thoughts 💛

ps. You survived the week of exams etc. That's a huge achievement. You should be so proud. Now hopefully you can relax and have a stress free night hopefully

-🐨

EK wants some of that. Bet he wants to squish Sid’s little giggling face. 🫣

Would it be wrong of me to say he ha a purpose to play for in QLD 😂. Also, Billy Slater as a coach is pretty great, I was listening to a podcast on him and it’s so interesting!

They are flat chat getting the fucking machine working as is! Anything with casein in it makes me so sick so I stay away from all that dairy stuff! KFC and Red Rooster are better.

I bet you she does. When she crochets, random bits of wool left lying around. Shoes next to the shoe rack instead of on it. When she unloads the dishwasher putting the forks in the knife section of the drawer. He 100% got in the car one day and the chorus of beautiful things was playing and his ears died.

She is wearing Luke’s shirt too, and it’s to large in the neck and all he sees is this purple mark and he basically tackles her to get a closer look and gives her the most ‘you let him do this, I’m going to kill him’ look.

Please, talk all you want I love it! Honestly my thoughts, I have a few.

Scottlin plays the electric guitar which annoys the crap out of most but Luke loves it and so does Connor. Connor makes sure to go to all her bands gigs!

Nova is big into pranks, because of Flower. So when she gets a text from him saying ‘$400 if you take the wheels of your dads car’ she just obviously says yes!

what else you got for me tonight! 🖤💛

#risen rambles :d #nc57 #jack hughes #quinn hughes #luke hughes #sh48

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hamausagi · 5 months ago

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omfggg jake your critique on the omori manga was SO GOOD i agree with everything. i read it on twt bc the platform it was officially released on isn't available in my country and i was like 😦❓️warning long ass yap ahead, you don't have to reply to this AKDKSKD i just wanted to say ur post hit all the points i was thinking of as well

i was sososo excited for the manga when it was announced, and now that i read it im kinda like. Hm. the art style is gorgeous, but 100% agreed on the way they depicted the characters in the real world because they look so young 😭 like wtf aubrey is supposed to look intimidating when the player first meets her [as a stark contrast to her headspace personality] but then she lirerally looks 12 (like you said) 💀 also this might just be a me thing but i always imagined that sunny would be very expressionless in the real world until the end of the game, like how he has the neutral sprite the entire time until he finally looks scared in the basil fight & cries in the hidden ending cutscene. but the sunny in the manga feels so grounded and human (which might sound like an insane thing to say but hear me out), which i feel kinda undermines the fact that he's disassociating like 99% of the time and also has not been outside + talked to ppl in literal years. it deadass looks like him and kel going out is a regular occurrence for him 🕴

AND THE PACING AUGHHSKWKKDA IT MAKES ME SO MAD 😭😭😭 the entire first chapter is so disorganised and clunky it makes zero sense unless you have alrdy played the entire game. i kept rereading bc it felt like everything was happening so fast and i was wondering if i missed panels 💀 it felt like they couldn't decide what approach the manga should take, like whether it should be a horror story or one abt friendship when the beauty of omori is that it blends both of those (in extremely nuanced ways) so seamlessly. there's like random ass jumpscare panels that don't even make sense and why the fuck is the headspace sequence at the end 😭😭😭???!(£&+(£&@(*£ that's supposed to be the prologue!!!!!!! before we meet everyone irl!!!

as for characterisation i genuinely dk wtf was going on 😭 aubrey whacking basil with the bat was so crazy i was like HUH??? and then sunny just fucking slashed her 😭⁉️ it makes them seem absolutely deranged bc there's zero context, and the whole point of sunny attacking aubrey is to show the player that it still hasn't clicked for him that he's in the real world now and he can't just use a fucking knife on people 💀 also the fact that in game it's depicted as a battle cutscene, once again showing how detached he is from reality. connecting back to my earlier point abt how he seems so grounded here, in the manga it looks like he just purposefully decided to stab aubrey when that isn't something he'd do at all?!?!?!

but okay ill shut up here, omfg im so sorry i yapped so much 💀 a Lot of thoughts abt this manga fr,,, honestly disappointed and definitely would not recommend it to fans or non-fans 😭

YES. OMG. QUILL YOU GET IT !!!!! IM SO SO GLAD YOU UNDERSTAND I 10000% AGREE WITH EVERYTHING YOU SAID

AND DONT APOLOGIZE FOR YAPPING I MISS YAPPING ABT OMORI WITH YOU SO BADDDDDD 😭😭😭

i also really like the artstyle, i think its very well drawn ESPECIALLY the horror elements but yeah, the style just doesn't super scream OMORI to me..... if yk what i mean 😭 AND I TOTALLY GET WHAT YOURE SAYING ABT SUNNY'S EXPRESSION. he has WAY too much emotion and i wish i thought to touch on that in my essay (lol) but seriously yeah. i'm SO glad they left him as a silent protag, but my god. to me in the game he's always been really emotionless since we literally NEVER see anything besides his sprite (unless in battle, but im not counting that rn bc its a lot different than the dialogue facecards we get for other characters) but that super duper bothered me as well IT REALLY DOES FEEL LIKE HE JUST GOES OUT WITH KEL ALL THE TIME LIKE DAWG THIS IS THE FIRST TIME THE SUN HAS TOUCHED U IN 4 YEARS. BSFR

the pacing is RIDICULOUSLY clunky and weird AND YEAH ME TOO I ALSO KEPT TRYING TO GO BACK AND SEE IF I MISSED STUFF ??? like there was just so much happening on each page and it was so goddamn fast that i was literally like "whoa" YKWIM ?? like specifically that one panel i put in my post where he randomly went up to the bathroom just to open the door, see Something, and then suddenly leave but also there is barely ANY context as to why he's suddenly up at the bathroom ?? like obvi WE know bc we played that but in game the screen got all wobbly when we needed to throw up the steak but in the manga its like wtf is going on ???

ANF UAGGHGGHSB I COULD GO ON AND ON AND ON ABT THE CHARACTERIZATION BRO. the whole last few pages were absolute DOGWATER bc it literally makes them look just weirdly violent with NO context bc its exactly like you said, SUNNY DOESNT KNOW. the whole point of that first battle was to show how detached sunny is from real life. he doesn't realize that slashing her with a knife is going to have real consequences. AND THE BEST PART ABT THE GAME IS THAT NEITHER DOES THE PLAYER !!!! we forget after hours and hours of headspace (AND using sunny's knife attack as a primary damage dealer, MIGHT I ADD) HAS REAL DANGERS AND CONSEQUENCES. like theres SOOO much cool storytelling there and it's all lost on the manga bc theres just no baseline for the reader to be like whoaaaa thats WEIRD. bc my first impression upon seeing aubrey, as was most likely yours and all the other players, was WHAT THE HELL. but the ruined her in the manga. i can literally go on and on about this forever and ever

#I AM LITERALLY SO PASSIONATE ABOUT THIS #im abt to write a whole MLA formatted 109834 page essay abt this topic i cld literally do it im ready

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here-have-some-stories · 9 months ago

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Silent Laughter Chapter 6

I must not have been alert enough. I jolted a bit, and realised I had fallen asleep. The knife I had been holding was lying on the bed, next to my hand that was limp next to it. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked around my room, making sure everything was still the same. Naturally of course the first area of the room my eyes went to was the mattress against the window. Needless to say, I didn’t have to look for very long to tell that everything was very much not the same.

There was a hole ripped right through the mattress, which had also come through the window. It looked about the exact size for a head to be able to fit through it. I feared the worst. That creature had been back while I was asleep. I picked the knife back up again, gripping it tight in my hand. Holding it in a position where I could easily strike out at anything, I did a quick sweep of my room, searching for anything that was different. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so maybe it had only been spying on me while I slept. For some reason that idea scared me more than if it had actually done something. I told myself that I actually had no proof that the thing had come back, but there wasn’t anyone else around that could have cut a hole like that into the mattress. They were all gone. All gone, most likely because of that thing.

I started to feel a sense of anger building up in me. Anger mixed with fear. This thing seemed to be playing games with me. I was no survivor, so how was it I had lasted this long? The only conclusion I could come up with was that that thing was savouring my continuous moments of terror. Or it was just pure luck, although it would have to be a hell of a lot of luck. Of course another possible explanation was that I was just crazy, that all of this was in my head. Honestly, I didn’t know which answer was more frightening.

A sudden crash and the sound of smashing glass snapped me out of my thinking, and I whipped my head towards the kitchen. Every ounce of logic I had told me not to go towards the sound, to stay safe in my room. But I noticed recently logic was not winning me over. I had opened the door for the knocking, even if it was a dream, gone on a walk outside, and now I was considering investigating the noise. I seemed to be drawn to these things happening. I had always been a bit of a coward, so why was I so interested when it really seemed like life or death?

I didn’t really realise until I was halfway down the hallway that I realised what I was doing. I was too busy thinking again that I hadn’t even realised what I was doing. That seemed to be happening a lot recently. Might just be better to stop thinking overall.

I rounded the corner that led into the kitchen, stepping into it very cautiously. I did a similar sweep of the room like I did with my room. I inspected all the glass things, the windows, the glasses, some plates. I briefly thought maybe the noise had actually come from another room, but for some reason I convinced myself it was this room.

But just to be sure, I did a safety check of all the other rooms in the house, doing a similar inspection like I had done in the kitchen. After an hour of checking everything, I found nothing, and decided to retreat back to my room. I glanced at the hole cut into the mattress, and saw that it was still the same, then did another safety check throughout the room to make sure nothing had snuck in while I had been absent.

I sat back down on my bed, back against the wall and my knees drawn up. Honestly, I didn’t know if finding something would have been worse than not finding anything. On the one hand, stumbling across that creature, or another body of someone that had been cruelly murdered, was a terrifying thought. But on the other hand, the thought of that thing actually being in the house somewhere, was even worse. Panic rose up in me, and despite common sense telling me I probably wouldn’t find anything new, I got up off my bed, and did another quick safety inspection of the house.

Every room in the house was the exact same, as expected. But the fact that it was the same, made my parents room the hardest to look at. The part of the noose that was left was still hanging from the roof, seeming like a horrible reminder of what had happened to my mother, and everyone else. I suddenly became aware of a smell in the room, and looked down to see that my vomit from before hadn't been cleaned up, and was beginning to soak into the floor, filling the room with that gross smell.

I had nothing to do, so I figured it might be best to keep myself busy, starting by cleaning up the mess on the floor. I exited my parents old room heading towards where we keep our cleaning supplies. As I passed my room, a brief glance showed me that the hole in the mattress was still the same. When I walked past it again, cleaning supplies in hand heading back to my parents room, I did another check. Still nothing had changed. I decided to check the mattress everytime I walked past the room. I didn’t trust. I had a feeling, one of the checks would show me something in it, maybe the creature's head shoved through the hole, watching me without its eyes.

I spent about fifteen minutes trying to scrub my vomit out of the floor, but it must have been there too long and stained. I gave up on even trying. Like I was eventually going to do a lot of things I thought.

I wanted food. It seemed strange that I felt hungry when I was cleaning up the thing that most people would lose their appetite from, but everything was strange right now. I mean, if you thought about it, everything had always been a bit strange, even before all these creepy things started happening. The world is truly a strange world.

Glancing at the mattress as I walk past, I see nothing, and continue down on my way to the kitchen. I make myself a sandwich and sit at the kitchen bench. As I chew on the half stale bread, I figure I should probably move away from the house, go somewhere else to try and hide from the thing. I should go somewhere more secluded, an area that would be hard to get to. I could grab a bunch of supplies I had already had access to in the house. Food, some kitchen knives and anything else I could use to defend myself with. And maybe, if I moved location, the creature wouldn’t be able to find me. I might be able to escape. Maybe I could find a place where people were alive and get help from them. Then maybe, everything could turn out alright in the future.

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duskwood-lovers · 2 years ago

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Who are you?

Chapter:-13

Isabella pov

According to me, everything back to normal. Hannah was found I don't know how? Why the kidnapper suddenly decided to leave Hannah in middle of nowhere and when police try to check the CCTV cameras all the footage were deleted. Interesting.....

Anyway, I am feeling well now. It's been three days Hannah was back. 2 days back everyone say sorry for not picking my phone nor replying my messages, Except thomas. And I don't care the only person I care about is my Jake. He call me and thank me for finding Hannah not only that he say he is proud of me. My God I started blushing his words have so much effect on me.

Me and jake talk a lot. He is still hiding. I want to help I know I can. I am afraid that if he comes to know about me, he may leave me and go away. No, I can't let this happen.

Today is a boring day. I am sitting in my office and signing paper related to smuggling drugs, guns and many more. My secretary Daina explaining different proposal given by different companies. As were discussing I hear a knock the door. "Come in" I say as David enter and ask Daina to leave. When she left. David asked " why the hell Graffin is in tied in basement?". I didn't answer just light my cigarette and take a drag.

" I asked you a question, you know Graffin worked for us for almost about 10 years and bosses is not happy about it and want me talk to you." He with his furious voice but instead of being scared I find it funny and I gave my evil smile which make him scared he know I love playing with people life and their mind.

" follow me" I say as the smile is still on my face as we make our to the garage. I pick my favourite car Bugatti La Voiture.. And make our way toward warehouse. I parked my car as David follow me, He open the door of basement for me. Here we are Graffin tied to the chair but he has no injury.

" Hello there did you miss me Graffin?" I asked with a proper smile "aww are you scared of me?" I love seeing people scared of me it gave me pleasure.

" Why I am here Ms Rossi?" Graffin say before I can answer David asked me " what is going on Red?" Well red is fake name only few people know my real name.

I look at David and say " why don't you sit and enjoy the show?" He know very well that I am not asking him I am giving him order and he has to follow him. Without questioning me he sit on the chair. As I gave my full attention to Graffin.

" So, let get straight to the business, how much did they gave you for those confidential information? " I ask but he pretend that he is innocent.

" Ms Rossi trust me I don't know what are you taking about. Please trust me." He started crying. i hate when someone lies. I am not in the mood for bullshit. " Ok then I have my ways" I laughed and then clapped my hands and told him. I don't know why people are afraid of me because I'm crazy and I can do anything. David probably understood why I am doing this because he started laughing and said "do you need my help?"But I refuse. He is my subject to play.

⚠️Warning torture ⚠️

I grab my favourite purple knife and ask Graffin. "Last chance" as I slowly cut his face my knife. He started crying

" please trust me. I have a family" I started laughing as it was the most funniest thing I have ever heard. " Oh really then why did you betray us if you so worried about your family" I asked him while stabbing him in his stomach. His blood is covered in my hands and clothes but don't care I hate traitors and they deserve to die.

I continue stabbing him in different places but he don't gave up. his screams echoed throughout the room. He didn't give up and in the end I had no choice. That's the reason he used to be everyone favourite.

"If you don't tell as the trust then I am going to torture your family in front of you and you helplessly watching everything." He know how serious I am. At that point he gave.

" They offer me huge amount for those information" I smiled as I left the basement. I know dad and papa is in the meeting with other members in the warehouse. David didn't say anything just follow me like a lost puppy.

Without bother to know I enter the room. Everyone looking at with wide eyes but I ignored him. Me and David sit in our places as dad and papa looking at each other and then me. Dad clear his throat and asked me " can I ask you why is Graffin is tied in the basement?" As I tell them since the attack Graffin act weirdly and when I check his bank account I found a sudden transaction of huge amount of money. Few more proofs is enough for me realise that Graffin is the rat.

Dad and papa is very angry and warns the other that betraying gets you nowhere. And they end the meeting everyone left except me, papa and dad.

" we are proud of you honey" Papa say as he give a a big hug. They are very huge as compared to me but they love me very much .

They say are leaving for Italy for a business trip. And if I need anything I just need to call them." When are you leaving?" I asked

"we are leaving in a few hours" dad say as he kissed my forehead and they left.

I also left for my house and took a bath and ordered some food because I was very tired. I had my food and went to sleep but I could not sleep. I was about to go to sleep when I got a call from Alan. As picked up his phone

" hello Alan how can I help you?" I asked him with my cheerful voice. Even though I am not in a good mood.

" hello Ms Isabella, well I am asking can you come to duskwood and answer some of my questions."

"Mr bloomgate why don't we just have a conversation in the phone" I tell him but like a stubborn bitch he continuously telling me to come. At the end I agreed. I know I promised Jake but I was planning to go to duskwood and it's time. I hope of Boris is right. Then He must be in the duskwood.

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mcufan72 · 2 years ago

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This wonderful chapter made my day after lots of stress and tedious paperwork 😝👩🏻‍💻📑

Loki's dream... I can't stop thinking about it. And in combination with the songs on the car radio... 🤔. I'm sure Loki had a woman ( his 'princess '... then and... now?!) by his side and they were utterly in love with each other but he had to do something to not lose her... and his princess was scared, that's understandable. I'm curious, very curious and I'm wondering what the reason might have been.

"...but I have to do this, I can not lose you, I can't take such a risk"...

"What if something happens and we aren't at the right place at the right time? What would happen to us then?"...

"...eventually we will cross each other's path in one way or another...a moment so absolute where we would be eager and desperate to fall so deeply in love with each other...I'll find you anywhere, anytime...I promise "

I'm sure this has already happened. They are desperate for each other (not only in a sexual way), but it happened on purpose that he landed in y/n's apartment and she? To be honest, I wouldn't have just thrown a knife at him (he made a gift out of it with an engraving, something she might need to cut 'something'🤔) if I would've found a war criminal in my rooms. I would've run away... sexy guy or not 😬! I would've called the police, FBI, CIA, SCOTLAND YARD, POLIZEI, the Avengers... whatever 😅😂. Of course, she was afraid, but she trusted him somehow and let him stay and hid him. Loki tries to see her as often as he can, secretly and supported by Thor, and it's a risk for both of them to do so. And they can't be without each other anymore... the way their hearts and bodies respond to each other...there's something special between them right from the beginning, not like soul mates, but they fit together like puzzle pieces 🧩 ❤️‍🩹🧩

The doppelganger again... is there a doppelganger or can Loki just not remember what happened before he fled with the tesseract... I'm excited to see where this goes.

The way you wrote Stephen Strange is brilliant and his arrogance dripped literally out of my phone 😅🤣... and I don't like him 😜

Loki's and y/n's phone call was so 🥰🥵🫠 and not only hot and sexy, it was also serious and comforting (always these shitty ex-boyfriends 🤐🙄😮‍💨) but...hot and sexy🤣😏... I wouldn't have gone to that enforced meeting 😉.

Loki is so sweet and cute and tender, I want to kiss and hug and cuddle him 💕

The sprained ankle ... I don't understand why she was so careless. Why? Did she do it subconsciously but intentionally? Because subconsciously, she knew Loki would never leave her alone in such a state so they could stay together? What about the man on the motorbike who came out of nowhere? And the songs on the car radio... two different channels and on both playing songs which fit perfectly with Loki's dream...🤔

Hey, I just met you and this is crazy but here's my number so call me maybe (they had already some phone calls 🤔😉)

My universe will never be the same, I'm glad you came,... 👀👀👀

Loki was so afraid and scared when he couldn't call her because her phone had died. He was so terrified that he got to her apartment and waited there for her... and again, he's soooo cuteeee there 🥰😍🥰😍

So he wants to take her with him? I absolutely understand that he doesn't want to leave her alone in that state of hers. Will this work? Will she go with him? Would she hide herself the whole time in Loki's room? What about the others living there, especially Melissa? I'm so excited to read more, my Queen 👑. Fantastic chapter as always, dear😘

ILYSM ❤️

Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 12 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 13

Summary : An indecent phone conversation with Loki makes you late for your meeting with Strange.

Warning: 18+, slight dirty talk, mention of sex, mention of psychological torture, angst, insecurities, self deprecating behaviour,

"God I'd never get enough of you" she whispered as her lips lingered over his mouth for a moment before she kissed him passionately.

"I'd never want that either sweetheart " he looked down at her, he can try all the positions in the world with her but this right here was his favorite of all, her body underneath him and her eyes staring back at him with such love and adoration.

"Loo" she mumbled softly so he snapped out of his thoughts and leaned down to kiss her before he hummed "I'm scared"

"I know princess, so am I, but I have to do this, I can not lose you, I can't take such a risk" she nodded but he could still see the saddened look on her face.

"What if something happens and we aren't at the right place at the right time? What would happen to us then?" Her eyes welled up so he cupped her cheeks and kissed her before he smiled.

"My love, no matter where in the world we are, eventually we will cross each other's path in one way or another and we will do so when our timing is aligned perfectly, a moment so absolute where we would be eager and desperate to fall so deeply in love with each other..just like this, you were made for me darling and I'll find you anywhere, anytime..i promise "

He woke up with head pounding and heart beating so fast, after the training session with the Captain he had fallen asleep, more than the training itself it was the conversation they both had that had tired him out. He couldn't stop asking him about some man named Bucky and how he knew that this Bucky was alive because apparently that's what his doppleganger has said to him to distract him in the fight after the battle of New York.

He was still under the false assumption that Loki was the one to morph into him even though he had clarified it a million times, he probably shouldn't have done the same to make fun of him when he was handcuffed after they had defeated him, that's probably why Rogers was adamant on this theory.

And Now this strange dream he just had was worrying him. He have had plenty of dreams about you in the past but this one felt different, he knew he saw you but you seemed a little different, just a bit aged than you do now, not much though. It didn't even feel like he was in this dream, he felt as if he was watching two people he didn't even know. However he did recognise the shared love between them, their emotions mirrored how you two felt about each other.

Perhaps he was overthinking, he knew Thanos was looking to assemble all the infinity stones and since the day when he had escaped with the tesseract things have been different. He wondered what would have happened if Stark hadn't dropped the briefcase holding the tesseract that fine day, Thor was taking him back to Asgard, the course of his life would have been entirely different if it wasn't for him picking up the cube. He felt overwhelmed and only one person could have made him feel better so he sat up and picked up the telephone to ring you.

He dialed your number and it didn't even ring twice before you picked it up

"Hey handsome" you giggled and the sound of your voice made him smile,

"Princess, i want to apologise if I am being a nuisance while you are on the job"

"No no ..not at all, I got off early, have to see the guy remember?" Oh yes. The healer.

"How could I ever forget?"

"I'm almost ready lo, will leave in a few"

"Oh apologies darling, I wouldn't want you to be late for the meeting "

You sat down on the bed as he said that.

"Maybe I want to be late, I'm not going to see you for hours, let me just talk to you baby" he smiled at the comment.

"Okay we can talk my sweetheart, what are you wearing?" you gasped as he said that and it took him a second to realize how his words were being interpreted.

"God you're a naughty boy..it's barely two in the afternoon" you mumbled and he was grateful you weren't there to see the effect you had on him. He was a god, where was the will power and self resistance? How come you were able to break him so easily?

"No no I just mean in general, I just wanted to have an image of you in my head, that is all" he mumbled nervously

"Mmmm I'll tell you if you tell me what you are wearing"

"Well I …uhhh .." he just had a satin sheet to cover his modesty, when alone he enjoyed sleeping naked. Clothes always made him feel hot and not in a good way.

"Oh my god you're naked aren't you? " he squeezed his eyes as you said that "Oh that's a lovely image.. I can picture it you know, your tall athletic naked body on the bed, aren't you the perfect sight for my sore eyes?" Why were you doing this to him?

"Now who's the naughty one here?"

"You look so pretty lo, kinda want to be there and see you like that" his eyes filled with lust as you said that. Now he was wishing you were there to watch him while he gets himself off for you.

"Shhhhh before this escalates further"

"You don't want this to escalate, pretty baby?" He took a deep breath as you said that.

"Darling please"

"Please continue or please stop?"

"Norns..both ..I want both"

"Mmmhm I wonder what you'd do to me if you were here" your voice turned sultry as you spoke.

"You really wish for me to tell you?" He asked you so you smiled.

"Mmmhmmm please loki.. please tell me" he chuckled at the response. If you wanted to play he'd play with you.

"You sound so sweet right now princess, are you always like this when you're being dominated?" Your face flushed to the max as he said that, you could feel your ears getting hot at the sudden change in his tone. He really was a god.

"Ummm dominated?" You gulped

"Uhuhh have you never been controlled? Never been told what to do in bed? Never been subjugated or ruled over by a man much more powerful than you?" He asked you, you could sense the mischief reeking but at the same time his voice remained deep and husky, it melted in your ears and it made you feel as if he was hypnotizing you. Maybe he was hypnotizing you.

"Lokiiiii stahhhhp" you whispered buy your voice came out all whiny.

"You want me to stop now, little one?"

"Noooo..not really" you said meekly

"Figured, how do you feel knowing that i often touch myself thinking about you"

Your breath hitched and you needed a moment to answer,

"Uhhh I feel desired and sexy" you mumbled nervously.

"Such a good girl, that's how you deserve to feel all the time" you squeezed your thighs together at the soft praise, his voice had gotten so firm like a school teacher but in the sexiest way possible.

"I am a good girl..but maybe I'll disappoint you in bed" there you go ruining the sexy moments with your insecurities. His brows furrowed as he noticed the sadness in your voice so he propped himself on his elbow to flip the phone to the other ear.

"Why would you say that my sweet princess?" the soft voice made your eyes tear up. Why were you like this?

"Because my ex told me"

"He did?" His jaw clenched as he heard that,

"But it was my fault, i wasn't as invested in having sex with him as he was"

"Because of the heat?"

"Mmmhmmmm"

"What did he say to you?"

"Ummm let's not discuss that lo"

"What did he say?"

"Just that..I was awful in bed and that I needed to show more enthusiasm and partake in the act of pleasing him rather than him doing everything..you know" He got absolutely quiet so you spoke again, maybe you should have kept your mouth shut. Your mouth was one of the reasons why you had trouble keeping the guys interested in you for long.

"I'm sorry..I don't know why I told you that.. please ignore it and can we go back to being naughty?" you chuckled nervously even though your eyes were welled up now because of the embarassement.

"I apologise for going quite on you. I'd love to show you how wrong that scoundrel was about you. It takes two to battle my darling, perhaps he wasn't capable of pleasing a woman as sensual as you are"

You bit on your lips at his words, the slight anger in his voice made you smile though, he was protective about you and it gave you all the butterflies in the stomach, you have never had a feeling like this before "Well I do hope he is wrong though"

"He is, you want to know how I know that?" He smiled

"How?"

"Last night, the way your body responded to me, just thinking about it makes my cock ache for your warmth" he mumbled

"Goshhhhh lokiiiii" you sucked a deep breath in, voice barely a whisper

"And that voice of yours, norns my little love.. I'd do anything for you as long as you're moaning so sweetly for me, as long as you're making those pretty little noises in my ears" he whispered softly and your fingers settled between your legs involuntarily.

"Mmmmmhmmm I'll do anything for you lo.. whatever you ask"

"I know you will.. I know you'd do anything for me"

You sat up as your breathing got heavier. The meeting. Oh god.

And you also had to change your underwear now.

"God I have to gooo" he chuckled as you said that.

"That's a shame"

"I know I'm sorry..that was thrilling..oh wow i need a moment" he chuckled again. He rubbed his cock slowly in order to suppress those sensations you had evoked in him but it was only making it worse so he stopped touching himself.

"Princess?" He wanted to share the dream he had about you two but now wasn't the time, you were already late.

"Mmm?"

"Nothing..I uhh ..you'll miss me?"

"Lokiii I am missing you right now and we are talking, you don't even know how much I'm going to miss you"

His heart fluttered as you said that.

"So will I, and perhaps i will see you tonight"

"Please do and maybe we can umm play with each other again just like last night"

You smiled widely before you hung up, leaving him to stay hard the rest of the day, he sighed as he put the phone down on his chest and then his mouth curved into a smile thinking about the last few minutes.

You really wanted to tell him that you loved him but was it too soon to do that? You had no idea.

“I’m sorry I’m late” you apologized as you spotted him at the restaurant, your mom had mailed a picture of him to you so it was easier to recognise.

“It’s fine I guess, I’m used to such tardiness” he was smiling but you could tell he was annoyed, you didn’t miss the sarcasm in his tone.

“Ummm okay actually I don’t think I got your name yet, my mom told me everything except your name, I’m y/n by the way” you raised your hand forward so he looked at it for a few seconds before he shook it.

“Hello y/n, my name is Doctor Stephen Strange”

You didn't know how to talk to him, when you tried to order something to eat he told you that he had already done it for you so now you had nothing else to do or say.

You sipped on the drink in order to avoid the awkward silence between you two. So this was going soooooo well right? You missed loki, even the pin drop silence was never awkward with him, back when you two were purely friends and he was hiding in your apartment, the conversation between you two never felt forced. Sure you blabbed unnecessarily at times but he always smiled and he never seemed annoyed. You both would often sit on the sofa with your backs resting on the individual armrest and your legs almost touching each other, you'd watch something on your phone and he would read his books, it felt cozy and comfortable.

How the hell did you even stumble upon someone like him?

"Why aren't you eating?" Stephen asked you so you smiled but before you could answer he interrupted you

"Let me guess, you're one of those women aren't you, those who pretend to not eat on dates even though the reality couldn't be farther from it..no offense " Well you took it.

"First of all I love eating but beef steak isn't the idea of a hearty lunch for me" he snickered as he cut himself a piece, the precision he used with his knife was enough to tell you that he indeed was a surgeon.

"You were extremely late, I had to order for us"

"Yeah thank you for not waiting for me to get my opinion, I bet you're one of those men who think they are superior and can decide everything for their women"

"Last time I checked you weren't mine" he winked at you so you rolled your eyes.

"Look I'm only here because my mother forced me to–"

"That's also why I –"

"Stop interrupting me" you cut him off and that felt really nice.

You pointed a finger at him so he went quiet but now you forgot what you were even saying and he used the opportunity to speak again.

"That is exactly why I'm here as well so let's just eat and never see each other again alright?" He said rudely so you nodded.

"Yeah I'd like that"

"Good"

"So New York City, what's it like?" You questioned him and he glared at you,

"I can't just stay quiet, and you're eating awfully slow" he sighed at the statement.

"It's definitely been much worse since the attack"

"The Chitauris?" You asked sheepishly.

"Yeah, isn't it funny how they glorified the man responsible for the whole mess and turned him into an Avenger, best way to redeem a criminal right?" Your jaw clenched as he said that, he didn't even know Loki.

"Do you not watch news, Loki wasn't an accomplice, he was a victim"

"Fantastic story isn't it, heart wrenching, it's so easy to befool the humankind"

You wanted to say so many things but you couldn't even defend him in public, people would think you were just a crazy fan or worse one of those simps who just wanted to fuck the Asgardian god. You did want to do that though.

"So where were you when it happened?" You asked him to change the conversation, hoping he'd keep his resentment to himself.

"In the nearest building performing an extensive and very critical surgery, have to say it was not at all hard to focus with the sounds of grenades going off every few seconds"

"Ohhh..well that's admirable that you didn't feel scared or ran away" he snickered as you said that.

"Yeah, an innocent woman would have died on my table if I had lost my concentration that day and the man responsible for it got away with no remorse or repercussions, he's being celebrated instead"

Okay that was enough.

"Well you don't know that, you don't know what he's going through, how much guilt he carries or how bad it is for him to sleep at night when he's all alone..you don't know him or why he did what he did..what would you do if a powerful entity had influenced you and tortured you for a year like that?" He looked at you, slightly taken aback by the sudden outburst before he snickered condescendingly.

"I see you're one of those"

"Whattt?" You looked at him confused.

"The ones who wants to fuck him"

"You are so judgemental, I bet you judge other people's brains when they're splayed open in front of you"

"Uh-huh by the way Didn't he want to commit mass genocide even before the whole ordeal?"

"Yeah so did Thor, but he's a hero isn't he?" Why you were you fighting with him? You should just leave right?

"Well to be fair I don't think too highly of him either" Leave now.

"You know what this was fun..byye bye..see you never "

You stood up and walked out, he didn't stop you either, you had to cross the road to get to the other side but you heard him calling your name so you stopped like a moron in the middle of the street to turn and look at him, that's when a man with a motorbike came out of nowhere and hit you. You didn't remember much after that, you remembered the sharp pain in your right leg and you remembered seeing Stephen's stupid face before you lost consciousness.

A few hours later you woke up and your head was pounding, when you looked to the side, Stephen was there reading a newspaper,

"Did you perform a brain surgery on me?" You asked him so he raised his eyebrows.

"Do you have one in there because the way you stood there in the middle of the road was foolish"

"That guy came out of nowhere "

"Very well, now that you're awake, I'm gonna leave" he said as he got up so you sat up hurriedly.

"Wait wait how would I get home, oh my god is my leg broken?" You looked at the bandage on your right ankle and your eyes widened. No it can't be, it can't be. Thirty years, you had gone thirty years without a broken bone and you were planning to keep it that way all your life, it can't be broken right?

"I broke my bone, didn't i? " Your eyes welled up so he sighed.

"It's just a sprain, you'll be fine in a week or two"

"A week? I can't not work for a week, they'll fire me" you groaned

"Well you should have thought about that before you–"

"You know what..just shut up okay?"

He rolled his eyes and luckily he agreed to drive you home. He had to assist you to walk though and you didn't really like the idea of being so close to a man you barely knew.

"So whose car is it?" You asked him as he sat you down on the passenger seat.

"Rental"

"Figured"

"Why did you ask if you figured?"

You crossed your arms and didn't respond to him, to avoid the awkwardness you turned the radio on.

Hey I just met you and this is crazy but here's my number so call me maybe

You immediately changed the channel to not give him any sort of wrong signal. He seemed the type to take wrong signals.

My universe will never be the same. I'm glad you came, I'm glad you came.

You bobbed your head back and forth to the beat of the song and he shook his head in disbelief.

It was around 11 at night, how long were you out for? You were surprised he stayed by your side and didn't just flee, maybe it was the doctor in him. Well atleast he wasn't the worst man you have ever met in your life.

God you wanted to talk to Loki, you grabbed your purse and took out your phone but it was discharged completely.

Luckily your building had the lift but he still accompanied you to your apartment, as soon as you opened the door and even though you couldn't see him, you just knew he was there. Loki was there, you could smell his cologne

"Umm would you like a cup of coffee or something?" Please say no..

He looked around the apartment and his face contorted in disgust. Was this your mother disguised as a man? Well you had no idea you would be bringing him back here, this wasn't a date and you were too distracted before the meeting to even think of cleaning the space.

"No thanks. Here's your medicine" he passed you the small prescription bag so you took it from him.

"Well ummm thank you and I'm sorry i won't be able to show you around" you said to him so he rolled his eyes.

"Good, I'm relieved"

An awkward silence and even the worst goodbye handshake later he finally left, you were still on the couch and before you could say anything Loki appeared and locked the main door from inside. His face seemed blotchy, eyes red, cheeks dampened, you could tell he had cried.

He walked towards you and got down on his knees in front of you, then he lifted the right leg up to inspect the injury.

"Lokii"

"Who did this to you ?" He asked you

"Some guy on a bike..It was just an accident"

"That man isn't responsible for this state of yours is he?" He asked you so you shook your head, you cupped his face to make him look at you and his eyes were filled with fear.

"I'm sorry, i would have called but my phone died and ummm I was unconscious "

"Norns y/n" he flinched away from you and stood up, only to pace back and forth in front of you. You were worried that he was angry but then the look on his face was enough to tell you that he was scared, he wasn't able to get in touch with you at all and that must have been terrifying.

"Looo baby" you called out to him and put your hand forward so he took it and sat down next to you on the sofa.

"I'm okay, it's just a sprain"

Well unfortunately you couldn't climb on his lap so you somehow scooted closer to him and hugged him.

"I am sorry darling, I was losing my mind here" his arms wrapped around your tightly and he placed his head down on your shoulder.

"I know I know it's okay i would have been the same"

After a minute or so, he got on his feet again and picked you up in his arms only to lay you down on the sofa again.

"How bad does it hurt?" He asked you and your face scrunched in response, it wasn't bothering you when you came back to consciousness but now you were starting to feel it.

"I think the meds will help"

He sat down on the corner of the sofa and placed your legs on his leg carefully before he grabbed the right one and trailed his fingers all over your ankle, the longer he did it the better you felt.

"Did you just fix me?"

"I wish I could darling but I'm not that kind of God, i can barely lessen the pain and discomfort that comes with it" you smiled as he said that. He was talking as if this wasn't an otherworldly magic in itself.

"How do you do that? I mean how is it possible... like in a scientific way?" He chuckled as you questioned him "I'm sorry I'm on drugs i think"

"No you can ask questions..it's just you're adorable when you do" you giggled at the compliment, he carefully hovered on top of you, avoiding your leg to not hurt you any further and kissed you softly.

"It's just a form of energy being used differently darling"

"Energy?" You looked at him confused so he tucked your hair behind your ears before he kissed your forehead. Everytime he kissed your forehead you couldn't help but giggle.

"Mhhmm In simpler words whenever you see me doing this–" he said as he conjured a flower out of nowhere and gave it to you "I am merely harnessing the cumulative energies from multiple dimensions in order to fetch me whatever I need from my vault" you nodded even though it made no sense to you.

"You're so cute but I don't understand anything" he chuckled and kissed you before he got off the sofa, picked you up again and then laid you down on the bed so you could rest.

"Fancy a cup of tea madame?" You nodded as he asked you.

He made tea for you, he fed you dinner that had to be a takeout because he wasn't even going to attempt to cook and burn down your apartment. You smelled like the hospital and wanted to shower so he helped you get to the bathroom, luckily you had put on a dress for the meeting instead of a jeans so it was easier to take off, you noticed how he had kept his eyes closed like the gentleman that he was when you asked him to take you back to the room while you just had a towel wrapped around your body.

By the time you were in bed again you felt extremely exhausted, the meds were making you feel drowsy already.

"I'm going to abhor leaving you all alone here in the morning" he cooed in your ears so you pecked on his lips.

"Mmmm don't leave me then..stayyy"

"I wish I could princess, I truly wish I could be here for you all the time"

"I know baby it's okay i understand, besides I'll be fine, it's just a sprain"

"How long will it take to heal completely?"

"Two weeks at the most, but I heal fast so one week" you laughed and it warmed his heart.

"Ummm okay I have a proposition for you"

"What?" You smiled because you thought he was going to say something silly to make you laugh again but what he said made you sit up and contemplate, how was this even going to work? Especially with Melissa and those Avengers around.

"Come stay with me at the tower while you're healing"

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THE SHOEMAKER’S PRODIGIOUS WIFE

Pola Konik, Wiktoria Ślązak, Natalia Papuda, Nel Baranowska

"The Shoemaker’s Prodigious Wife" by Federico Garcia Lorca – theatrical adaptation

Costumes:

Shoemaker (Pierce Brosnan) – Elegant Clothing, Suit

Shoemaker’s wife (Anna Taylor-Joy) – elegant, long dress

AKT II

Shoemaker's wife’s coffee shop, a small, local shop with few tables and customers, lots of plants and quiet music, daylight, modest and cozy.

SCENE

Shoemaker’s wife works in her own coffee shop, quiet music is playing, there are few customers. Shoemaker enters the café, with whom she has not seen for a very long time. He is masked and hides his identity from the shoemaker, wearing glasses. He walks over to the counter and stands centrally in front of the shoemaker’s wife. The shoemaker’s wife begins to talk to him.

SHOEMAKER

And this fortress will never give up?

SHOEMAKER’S WIFE

He does not give up who has support in love and fidelity.

I'm willing to stay alone and wait until the day my hair is completely white.

SHOEMAKER

Moved, he walks towards her

But...

SHOEMAKER’S WIFE

What do you think?

SHOEMAKER

I was moved.

SHOEMAKER’S WIFE

You see, I have the whole town against me, people want to kill me, and I'm not afraid of anything. You answer the knife with a knife and the stick with a stick, but when night falls and she is left alone in this bed... I feel so sorry for myself... such regret... And I'm getting so scared! The chest of drawers creaks, and I'm already afraid! The windows will ring when the rain hits them - and a new fear grabs me. Let the bed creak when I roll over from side to side, and it stiffens with fear! And all this is nothing but the fear of loneliness, out of such fear ghosts and ghosts are born, which I did not see, because I did not want to see them, but my mother, and my grandmother, and all the women in my family saw them with their own eyes.

SHOEMAKER

And why don't you want to change this life?

SHOEMAKER’S WIFE

Can I do it? Can I leave? I'll stay here and let God give you.

A menacing tumult and applause can be heard from afar.

SHOEMAKER

I regret it, but unfortunately, I have to go further before nightfall. How much do I owe?

He takes out his wallet.

SHOEMAKER’S WIFE

Nothing.

SHOEMAKER

I disagree.

SHOEMAKER’S WIFE

Refreshments were due for stories.

SHOEMAKER

Thank you very much. (sadly hides his wallet) I know that I am reaching you... forever, because at my age, who knows...

moves

SHOEMAKER’S WIFE

reacts strongly

I wouldn't want us to break up like that... After all, I usually be cheerful! (Dear sir, may God grant that you may find your wife and begin the peaceful and moral life to which you are accustomed.

SHOEMAKER

I wish your husband to return. And since, as you know, the world is small and all is possible, so what should I repeat to my husband if I meet him by chance in my wanderings?

SHOEMAKER’S WIFE

Tell him that I love him without memory.

SHOEMAKER

approaching her

And what else?

SHOEMAKER’S WIFE

And that although he is already fifty years old, to me he is younger and more handsome than all the men in the world.

SHOEMAKER

Oh, how beautiful! So, you love him as much as I love my wife!

SHOEMAKER’S WIFE

No, I more!

SHOEMAKER

It's impossible. Mine is a castellan in my castle and she rules me. And let it rule. She is sadder than I am.

He looks at Shoemaker’s wife closely, with loving eyes.

SHOEMAKER’S WIFE

And don't forget to tell my husband that the winter nights are long and that I’m waiting...

SHOEMAKER

So, you would welcome it well?

SHOEMAKER’S WIFE

I would accept him like a king.

SHOEMAKER

all trembling

What if by some miracle he returned at this moment?

SHOEMAKER’S WIFE

I'd go crazy with joy!

SHOEMAKER

And would you forgive him for his possession?

SHOEMAKER’S WIFE

After all, I forgave a long time ago.

SHOEMAKER

So, you’d like him to come back already,

immediately?

SHOEMAKER’S WIFE

Oh, if it were possible!

SHOEMAKER

Screaming

It's here!

SHOEMAKER’S WIFE

What are you talking about?

SHOEMAKER

taking off his glasses and tearing off his make-up

I cannot do it anymore! My shoemaker's dearest!

The shoemaker stands stunned with her hands down. She doesn't believe she didn't meet Pierce Brosnan. The shoemaker embraces the shoemaker, and she stares at him ecstatically.

From a distance, the words of customers can be heard clearly. A voice from behind the scenes.

Lovely shoemaker,

When my husband let go of his edge,

to intoxicate suitors,

She set up an inn.

SHOEMAKER’S WIFE

Responds

You rascal, you vagabond, you rascal! It happens to me through you, through you!

He hurls chairs at customers.

SHOEMAKER

Still moved, he heads to the land

That is it the dearest!

SHOEMAKER’S WIFE

You vagabond! I'm so glad you're finally back! I'll make you a sweet life! The Inquisition is porridge with milk!

SHOEMAKER

sitting on the counter

I recognize you, my home happy!

Customers can be heard screaming; neighbors gather at the window.

VOICE FROM BEHIND THE SCENES

Who buys you, shoemakers,

Dresses with velvets

And cambric bathrobes,

sewn with lace?

He is already courting you

the mayor himself and Don Mirlo himself!

Hi, shoemaker’s wife, shoemaker’s wife,

You dress up until you look at me!

SHOEMAKER’S WIFE

Oh, I'm miserable! I must have the man that God sent him. (goes to the door) And you here shut up the riders, venomous beasts. And you can come in here if you want. Now we are two and together we will defend the honor of the house. We're both here, me and my husband, scoundrel, and bully!

Curtain

The sky darkened, light, warm lights came on in the café. Neighbors enter the café and party with the shoemaker and shoemaker’s wife. The shoemaker’s wife (Anna Taylor-Joy) turns on her favorite song from Spotify - Whitney Houston's "I will always love you".

#Spotify

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dzpenumbra · 2 years ago

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3/14/23

Storm's a'comin. Snow soon. That's the word on the street.

I say that as though I've been out on the street... that's what my mom told me.

She caught me at a difficult time. I was literally just getting ready to start working on my quartz knife. I was debating getting in the shower first, but it's weird to even consider that when I'm going to wet-sand stone, it's so messy, it always feels like a better idea to shower after. Now... it's past 2AM and I still haven't showered.

The whole conversation was just about how fucked my life is. It was initiated by me, I can feel it. I swear, therapy did a lot of good for me. It really did. But being in live-in therapy environments for extended periods of time, having no friends except therapists or people in a therapy environment... it's turned every conversation I have into a fucking AA meeting.

"Hi, my name is ______ and these are my problems, and I struggle with this, and this sucks, and I can be supported in these ways."

And I'm starting to notice that no one outside of therapeutic environments speaks that way. Most of them speak in fucking code, I've noticed. It's weird. Like... I haven't really spoken subtext that much in my life... at all... just in general... but isolation made it flat-out difficult and... damaging. Like, I will say very heartfelt things to people and they think I'm... trying to trick them? Or, online, "trolling"? Or they assume I mean something completely different? It's so odd to me. I get that it's a self-protective mechanism that apparently a lot of people have, but like... from my perspective, it causes a shit-ton more harm than good... like... it doesn't even seem to protect people.

Anywho, the conversation was about my stream last night and how genuinely scared I am. I got a fucking DMCA notice 1 fucking minute after I ended my stream. 1 goddamn minute. 1/4 of my VoD was automatically muted. And I honestly don't know what to get from that. Am I safe? Am I going to get a strike? Is Twitch protecting me from strikes? Can I play music? Can I play podcasts?

And again, PTSD functions off of a sense of feeling safe and secure. And when some fucking greedy shitbags threaten to shut down my only source of meeting new people because I was listening to music while drawing - as a professional artist - and they want to claim that I'm... trying to sell the music? Like the music even has anything to do with what I'm presenting besides just being background noise. And I can't appeal it. I can't even speak in my own defense. It's pretty much a guaranteed strike. Like, what the fuck is the point of Fair Use laws if you don't even get a fucking hearing?! They gave up on that shit like 3 years ago, it's the Wild fucking West out here. OH MY GOD. As I'm typing this, the stream I was enjoying in the background runs the second 8-ad block in the past half hour. What the fuck happened? Seriously! This place has gone to shit! I swear, no one even remembers what Twitch and Youtube used to be like.

Ugh. So much stress. Constantly. I need a pee break.

Okay, back to venting I guess. The thing that pissed me off the most was that I got a warning email from Twitch about broadcasting copyrighted music... to no one. And I don't think my mom could really understand that. And she was trying to nudge me towards... copyright free music - which I ranted about last night - and then getting a broadcasting license. I mean. Give me a break. I have zero fucking viewers and I'm getting a broadcasting license?! Tell me I'm the crazy one thinking that's a bit excessive...

Then we went to... the ideas I had the past few years. My brother is a musician. We used to jam together all the time. We recorded an album together. I offered to pay him to make me as much music as he could, good chill lo-fi. As much as he could make. It can loop, it can be repetitive, whatever. Give me a giant playlist of original, good music that you would like... spark up a bowl and listen to while you're... fuck, I legit can't think of a "normal people" analogy for drawing. I don't know, just chill music. Just nothing too dark or abrasive. That stuff, just put it on a different list and I'll use that for like... horror drawing night or something. You know? Vibes. All that. And every person that comes in, they get introduced to his music. Idk how that's not a win-win.

He, obviously, rejected that. Obviously. I'm guessing it was a creative control issue or something. Wouldn't even try. Then I asked him if he would be interested in browsing Soundcloud and throwing together a playlist of unsigned musicians that he found that are actually good. And get paid to do that. Since I just have too fucking much on my goddamn hands, I can't do everything. And I could really use the help. Nope.

I literally couldn't even pay my own brother to make me a mixtape for my stream. That's 2023. That's how fucked music is right now. Or at least... in my experience.

Dude, I remember when me and my buddy J (my bandmate) would go on rides late at night just to listen to music in the car. He had roommates and shit, I lived in an apartment building, so we would just go for rides and crank the music and just... listen to music together, driving on the dark highways at like midnight. The people I run into, they act like you can't fucking do that shit anymore. Like it went extinct in 2012 or some shit.

I will know for a fact that I've found someone I need to keep close to me, when I get a message at like... 11:30... saying "hey dude, do you wanna go for a drive and just listen to the new Periphery album? See what we think about it? And then park somewhere and drink coffee and smoke cigarettes and talk about like... what we liked about it and what surprised us?"

I tried to do that last night. I seriously... I just wanted more than anything to share that experience of listening to that album for the first time. That's a once-in-a-lifetime experience, I will never experience that for the first time again, and I captured it, and it was fucking censored by corporate bots. That's why I was broadcasting, it's why I fucking hit "Start Broadcast", to spend time with people, to share that special moment with people, to share my passion and excitement. To share that time. And now, we can share time with people who are on the other side of the planet, with a 3 second delay on their goddamn phone. How fucking nuts is that?! So it's easier than ever to create these shared experiences. And yet I'm more alone than ever before. Why?

Because they all "grew up". Because no one has the time for this shit anymore. Because the people in my life disappeared and started families, or hide away in their daily grind. Or get buried in responsibilities. I don't even know anymore, it just makes me mad. This isn't how life is supposed to work.

This voice? The outraged "fuck the world" voice? I'm pretty sure that's a big part of my PTSD. It very bluntly expresses disapproval. It demands change. It often feels different, like different parts of my brain are lit up. It feels bitter, and oppressed. It feels like it can't give quarter, because it would be unsafe. It is very frequently misunderstood. The most frequently of all of my modes of communication, I'd guess. Which really sucks, because it's the one that has the most important messages, I'd say.

I try really hard to vet the messages that voice sends out before I send them. Fact-check, to use a trending hashtag. And at least keep an open mind that I may be reading into things a bit, or exaggerating. Because this is a self-protective mechanism I'm dealing with, and they do have a tendency to kinda... act first and sort out the details later. But... here... I'm pretty sure everything I've gone over here is pretty dead on the money. Which really sucks.

But... silver lining... this is a road map to what will bring me peace and happiness in my life. I need to find a way to open up my studio (share my art process/life) to the world... which doesn't involve threats of litigation. I need to find a way to connect with people over music... that doesn't involve risking having both my business and my social networking (personal and professional) shut down. The last person I heard that was a non-partner that got banned from Twitch was sending in appeals for over a month, and he was a comedian who was on a nationally broadcast sitcom, and he had to literally have a friend in the biz call in a favor from someone who worked at Twitch to get him unbanned. I'm not even fucking kidding. So... if I get canned? I'm fucked. Bye bye Twitch. Having security around that, that would make me feel much safer. And, I guess... I'm still mourning the loss of my brother and my former friends.

Might as well address that. Since I'm here. I say this with a heavy heart, because it's always hard to lose someone no matter how. I know loss pretty well. And... I know the two are different, and it might just be me... but in my experience... it's easier to lose someone because they're... gone... than it is to lose someone who is still here. They're just... ... how do I say this... I'm picturing Obi Wan lighting his lightsaber on Mustafar after Anakin force-chokes his pregnant wife.

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Honestly, watching the scene again... I often feel more like Padme. I don't have the confidence Obi Wan has. Not anymore. And I don't have the willingness to enter combat, to stand ground and defend. And, unfortunately... look at how that ends for her. You know? I mean, not like Obi Wan's method was super effective either in the long run... And... I don't even know if there's a good way that exists to deal with people who have gone down a Dark path. I really don't. It just... it eats me alive to give up on people when I know their self is destroying them, their own pain and fear and anger. I hate giving up on people. Let alone... standing against them... when they turn on me. Even just defending myself in the moment feels like too much, let alone righteously opposing them.

Moments like that are a big part of why I want to seek out a spiritual group that has similar ethical pacifist beliefs as I do. I grew up in a super competitive family, my father being the most competitive of them all. I have no role model for these behaviors, so any new one is one that I've sorta... found through experimentation. I often feel very clumsy and ill-equipped. And I would really appreciate some form of... mentorship or something. On how to be a pacifist who is dealing with... possessed people. Haunted people. Traumatized people. Hey, maybe it'll even help me deal with myself, when my demons flare up. As they have been lately.

Let's not sugar coat this. I've noticed how I've been acting lately. I've noticed my fear and my anger. I've noticed my suspicions of people conspiring against me, all that shit. All byproducts of trauma. I see bits of Anakin in myself too. I know it's in there, and it's growing. And I need to get it out in healthy ways, and process it in healthy ways.

Meditation is helping, though it's extremely subtle and hard for me to really remember to do it.

My big problem with keeping this insistent "you don't understand, this is what's going on in my life and I just need blahblahblah and where the hell are my friends? Why is no one coming to my streams? Why can't I play music? Why? Why?" bullshit... is that... I actually do need answers to these questions. Like... how do I walk away from that? Just... not stream? I literally just started again. Then... do Instagram or YouTube videos instead of Twitch? Maybe. That's something. I don't know, it just feels like... giving up. Like I ask one person, they don't know... so I give the fuck up? But I have no one else to ask!

But again, the big problem with that... is that it's directly connected to my feeling of safety. Direct chain of events.

No music -> eventually no stream -> no new people seeing my art -> career over.

No friends dropping by the stream -> constant zero viewer count -> no new viewers, no one wants to go to a dead stream -> no new people seeing my art -> career over.

It all funnels down.

Ugh, this is so depressing. Like... I just wish I could workshop this with someone, have someone brainstorm shit with me who actually knows what they're talking about. Like... if I put on a 3 hour podcast, am I going to get flagged?

I need to get off of this topic. It's eating me alive. I didn't stream because of it today. For fuck's sake. I did 6+ hours yesterday, and I couldn't stream at all tonight because I just engaged with this line of thought when my mom called because I was still on-edge.

At least it wasn't a fight. Gotta count my blessings on that.

So... snow's coming. That's nice, huh? XD No electric board, but I can try to hoof it to the community car and swing over to the indoor skatepark, that's something. And I can snowskate, if the snow is good. That's good.

Today felt like a wash. Honestly. Just really stressful all day. Which really sucks because yoga wasn't too bad, meditation went okay, and then I did dishes and cleaned the kitchen, including vacuuming. Then it just went to shit. Because I went into AA-mode and just started unloading all the crap I was carrying from last night about DMCA and work and shit. Ugh.

I just want to make art, man. And listen to good tunes. And share that with other people. And if that's too much to ask... I don't know what to say. But I respect my non-existent viewers, and myself, too much to subject them to copyright free muzak.

Okay, here's a good one to reset the vibes. So... I had a really good idea today for another mala. I was thinking about the bead sequences and how the number of beads are sorta focused around important and powerful cultural numbers. And I had this really cool idea of having each bead be representative of a note within a key, color coded by note, and each section of the mala is representative of a chord, with notes ascending from lowest to highest. And the entire mala itself represents a chord progression.

Music is calling me. The big question is... do I engage with it before or after the skull? I'll mull it over tomorrow.

#diary #journal #online journal #stream of consciousness #stream of thoughts #Youtube

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