Heyyy!!! Can you do something where earth42 miles is playing video game and your sitting in his lap or something like that๐๐พ love your work btw๐ป
VIDEO GAMES - MILES 42
A/N: Hey bestie! Ty for the compliments :) and ofc I can!!
WARNING: I dont speak spanish so I will be using google translate, lol. However, if anyone is a translator and can help me out please do!
BE PREPARED FOR: FLUFFFFF, KISSING, IT MIGHT GET A LIL HEATED, LANGUAGE (USE OF THE N WORD, BUT ONLY 1 TIME LOL) , LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANY
Currently, you were laying down on your boyfriend Miles's bed while he sat in his chair playing his stupid game. Call of booty or whatever it was.
"Gotcho ass bitch, you owe me $40 nigga" Miles yells while laughing.
You sigh rolling your eyes. He invited you over here just to scream over his headset the whole time like I might as well go home then.
He spins around in his chair staring at you and his eyebrows clench together as he sees you frowning. "What's wrong ma?"
You scoff "Oh nothing it's just my dumbass boyfriend invited me over here just to give me no attention but no biggie!" Sarcasm laced in your tone.
He starts laughing again while he takes his headset off and manhandles you until you're in his lap.
You feel those special butterflies flying around in your stomach.
He starts kissing down your neck and you giggle as it starts to tickle
"Sigues enojado bebรฉ?" He hums, your shirt muffling his voice a bit.
"What if I'll teach you how to play to make it up to you and we can play together" He proposes as he makes his finger crawl up your thigh and his lips never leave your neck.
You a blushing mess at this point.
"Ok" you giggle obviously flustered and turned on.
He puts his headset on top of your head as he turns the game back on, when he logged into the game he yells into the mic real quick, "Yall watch how ya talk my girls on here."
He spends the rest of the time holding his hands over yours and helping you kill all the people, you and him know you're not really doing much work, but it's too much of an intimate moment to ruin.
I am trying so, SO hard not to let my own opinions of Raphael (love him 10 outta 10 quite possibly my favourite NPC) colour how my character would feel about him. I suppose the very least I could say was that Roisia genuinely enjoyed the poetry? The restโthe overt scheming and manipulation to amass power and souls, the enslavement and torture of the soulless, so on and so forthโshe could do without. And, if I'm stretching it, perhaps she did grow rather fond of his smarmy face.
why are so many adventure time fans just straight up stupid. about how stories work. and i dont even mean kids i mean like adult fans just with the absolutely dumbest takes
i used to freehand comics all the time as a child and since the part i liked was the drawing part i would just draw panel after panel because i didn't want to stop drawing to think about icky icky words, plus the story TOTALLY still made perfect sense! to me! and noone else, but 'whoooo caaaaares omgggg its not like comics and sequantial art are a communicative meeediummmm lmaoooooo'. i spent my entire childhood telling myself stuff like "oh pfft I know this story by heart- ill SIMPLY remember the dialogue and write it later" ...and. I can't help but admire baby maiora's (call that a minora ba tm tsk) fucking audacity? hubris? confident wrongness? kid couldn't even remember to finish the comics in the first place? INCREDIBLE levels of unearned self assurance, wish that were me, genuinely- what an icon!!! anyway i think i have forever cursed myself
hot take: the main reason why nomads tales and audios' channel doesn't get the attention it deserves, is that the videos are not organized into playlists
I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to dull the edge of it is what I have been doing since v.1. As if something has indeed been fragmented & this is the pain of my conscious life. And every time I travel the melodious/glamorous path of frenzy, every time I complete it, I am going to experience the same precious pain intensity, purity of pain/ecstasy. I am going to be eventually bound to this inmost/overwhelming awe, this vehement impulse to feel/fondle/kiss what is loved, to kneel down before it, to cuddle up to its heart, to recompense bliss with bliss... More and more. Neither the good boy nor I are free. I do not want to be free... free from... These bare feelings are โนclawingโบ at the reconstructed interpretation of the organ inside me. The great minds will not know what they have done, neither will Anthony... It speaks louder-truer than anything, but the sounds are not obvious... Words. All I possess, this rich but poor instrument for... And you always do end up in the point where...
The aesthetic masterwork, perfused with the golden brilliance of authentic ideality x pierced with the darkest blade of bitter-salty inaccessibility, inevitability, impossibility.
Excruciation, pleasure, euphoria, art. Blended together. Find yourself... or lose yourself on this journey. Emotionally. Totally. An unparalleled effect... and the lulling sparkle the vessel has never actually had. Something in this body x mind has died, and I do not know if there is a way to accept it, to recover it. I have described the lesson of unprecedentedness I have learned, not the expected story of โนinsult-betrayal-contemptโบ. No one will ever f-g hear it. Not from me, not in this lifetime. / Loving extraordinary is priori merciless, แ/แ become telepathic... & the severest trial ~ the unhealable wound ~ is to be a ๐ son without the cause to be... *If I have to detest many donkeys for a chance to protect one venerated Father figure, I will go for it.
While I am willing to imbibe all the anguish of the human I love, to ease his suffering, the loss of us is taking its toll on me irretrievably. I see him. I see what is inside him... & I am incapable of safeguarding it, saving it truly.
I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to put up with this gift is what I have been doing since v.1. The chest is โนcut openโบ too deep, the fragility of the organ is exposed... Would you allow me to grow more flowers? I wanna do it... Because it is you, It has always been you. The one who has given us everything, endued me to the brimย with the intimate fatherly affection that this organ never remembered. My eternal wish & exuberant price for humanity, the misunderstood nature. *What an odious irony. / I do not know if there is a way to recover what is gone.
I would sacrifice the lot to be with the human that needs me, needs to be healed, heals me. I would rip my core out but I cannot, the limitation of freedom. *Tell me that the โนstrings of abuse/child neglect/liesโบ are finally cut. Tell me to โนcelebrateโบ. Tell me that both ๐inocchio/I are wrong x naive, โนfixโบ me. You have no f-g clue about it. / When it is written that your starving heart must be left half-empty & helpless... No freedom is scarier than this.
Affording harmony to the sapphire star that is going to fall away... The sentiment it deserves. All I have ever hankered for. & I am terrified of that my grandest instinct x fear will not grant any lasting peace to me.
Death will do our Sun-hugged family apart ~ but I will still be yours, for ever.
The core has never felt as good x feverish as it does when with you... as astray x anxious as it does when deprived of you. I am not lying to you, I hold no resentment... Let me โนfeed onโบ the emotions of your heart... Even if it means your pain x my love turn the vessel inside-out & your love x my pain do the same. Not blurred, always remember. Always. If a masterpiece could be made into a masterpiece, I would prefer to share this fate. My bona fide mission, however, is not allow anything to be in vain... Even if it hurts. ~ The atrophied ability to express love verbally has been โนrousedโบ again, in a fervidly devoted but preciously righteous way... The lash of despair, compulsion, dream, reality.
...Take the whole meaning of this, its flavorful, pathetic, shameless, lonesome taste. Take it all, for it is all that is absolute. Teach me how to โนmergeโบ with it, the mortal desire of a puppet child, a human Mastro x a faceless observer like myself ~ & when the desire full of unexploited majesty is cutting off the oxygen to the lungs... True geniuses of any kind are among the silent. These eyeballs will not dry up, never fully. I have tried so many times to resist it, but why live if you repel what puts your โนdehydratedโบ pieces together? I would spare no effort to keep them hot and uncurb what is being restrained... Nothing affects self-perception and โนunmasksโบ the unconscious like sensation, nothing genuinely matters without it. / Shivering with cold, this body is burning. My atrophied reality in exchange for a moment of irrepressible happiness, agony, guiltless x not bottled up impulses ~ just a moment. It keeps consuming me without reserve. I do not need God. โ
C-R-O-W-N-E-D from Kirby's Return to Dream Land Deluxe
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Dark Cloud ~ Main Theme from Dark Cloud
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Dark Cloud ~ Main Theme:
This music is played for an in game AMV of pieces and times in the game before the main menu. Listen to that violin! The castanets! The feeling of a medieval bar and someone performing as they regale people with stories of their accomplishments
[ Remember what can happen if anyone knows about this. ]
[ Bad things will happen if you even think about reaching out. Itโs for your own safety. Just keep quiet. ]
(OH WOW FONT CHANGE I WONDER WHY THAT IT HMMMMMMHMMMMMMHMMMM OH BOY I WONDER WHY THAT IS THAT CANT MEAN ANYTHING I WONDER WHA-)
(The ear twitching is also a warning sign. It shows when anxiety is getting bad/C R O W N E D appears. He wonโt tell you but I will but shhhhhh thatโs a secret. Obviously the first two things are true, his ears twitch when annoyed and shocked/startled- but he wonโt admit to it being tied to anxiety)
(BUT HEY THANKS FOR THE ASK- Iโm surprised I got one related to the ear twitching but hey thanks to that I can expand the LORE plus my friend picked this ask for me to do WOOPDEDOO-)
(Now I know guaranteed. Next ask will be backstory related. Because my friend picked it out. Itโll take a while to complete. BUT I PROMISE. ILL GET IT DONE. DONT BAIL ON ME *SHAKES YOU*)
Were I in charge of D&D I would pass a company rule that says no more info on elves. The Drow are my favourite mess, but nevertheless: we have no more need for stuff featuring elves, or humans, or tieflings and other planetouched. They have enough.
From now on, all sourcebooks are to expand the lore on dwarves, gnomes, halflings and orcs only.
Stranger Things'd your In Space with Markiplier Trailer
[PLEASE TURN ON AUDIO TO HEAR WHAT I MEAN]
So uh
Yeah
I may or may not have done a thing
So y'see- I had some free time in my Digital Media class the other day, and on the computers on there they had Premiere Pro, a progam I'm starting to learn, but now pretty know just the bare basics of.
So, with that knowledge, I decided to, reasonably, inact on an idea I had for a w h i l e which included getting the trailer In Space with Markiplier and putting the trailer music for Stranger Things 4 (Separate Ways) over it after finding out how incredibly well they worked together.
And so here we are-
I know it's not perfect, again just started learning how to use PremierePro, and a few places had to really squeeze/stretch it out to fit with the music, but I think I'm pretty happy with the end result!
Part of me is really satisfied to finally have this idea of mine put out, and ey! Who knows? Maybe I'll try this again one day with other trailers and trailer songs...already starting to get a few ideas...
But anyhoo till then, if you excuse me I'll let some brainrot consume me again, and hopefully with this trailer edit, it'll get to you again t o o -