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marineflamez · 1 year
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twenty four hours (modern!eddie munson x fem!reader)
HOUR TWO
in which eddie munson and you absolutely hate each other's guts. what happens when your friends make a bet that you can't spend more than twenty four hours consecutively together?
→ tropes: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn
→ warnings: strong language, eventual smut, upside down does not exist, minors dni, eddie is especially mean in this one (be warned), mentions of blood (in metaphors, not literal)
→ pairings: modern!college!eddie x college!fem!reader
→ wc: 4k+
→ a/n: i just wanted to take a quick moment to say thank you for all the love on the first chapter of this!! i appreciate it beyond words <3
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HOUR TWO - 5:00 PM
It’s a miracle. Eddie is surprisingly quiet for the first hour after your small kitchen dispute. 
He resides reading a book on one end of his couch as you sit awkwardly on the other end, fiddling with your hands before finally caving and deciding to scroll mindlessly on your phone. You exhaust every social media app you have downloaded – Instagram, Twitter, Tumblr – before finally turning to Tik Tok. Adjusting your volume doesn’t even cross your mind. 
That’s all it takes to finally set Eddie off. 
It starts small; he shifts around after the first video, a prolonged sigh after the second video, a quick side-eye after the third video. Finally, after the fourth video and no sign of you turning down the volume, he huffs and snaps his book shut. 
“Do you have to watch that shit so loudly?” 
His tone is laden with utter annoyance. You’re caught off guard initially, having blatantly ignored his previous signs of being irritated by the noise, and your head whips up in his direction with wide eyes. The shocked look on your face quickly contorts when you catch his stare, full of hatred and vexation. 
“Oh, I’m sorry,” you scoff, “Let me just die of boredom I guess.” 
“I didn’t say you had to do that,” he narrows his gaze and matches your attitude with ease, “Just… solve the boredom quietly. Like I did.” 
“You were quiet because you had a book. I don’t have a book.” 
He waves an exasperated hand towards the coffee table where you catch sight of a few magazines, “Please, take your pick.”
You lock your phone reluctantly, tucking it beneath your thigh as you lean forward to glance over your options. There’s one about cars, obvious by the shiny vehicle that sits pretty on the cover, and a few hidden beneath it. You reach out and shift the laminated papers about and catch sight of a Rolling Stone cover. 
That one piques your interest, but stubborn as ever, you won’t admit it. 
“Those are the most boring fucking magazines I’ve ever seen. Who the hell likes to read about cars?” you deadpan, holding the car magazine up with a scowl. 
“Me.” 
“Predictable. What’s next, a Playboy?” 
“You’re hilarious,” he says without a hint of amusement, “Truly a comedian. Can’t you just see the tears streaming out of my eyes from how hard I’m laughing? Incredible.” 
You decide to not entertain him any further. Your hand grabs the Rolling Stone magazine, ignoring his burning gaze before you settle back into the couch. 
If he wanted to be a dick, that was fine. You were used to it by now; you’d spent the last year growing accustomed to his cold shoulders and his bitter moods around you. At this point, you expected nothing less from him. Spending a little extra time together didn’t magically change it – at both your cores, you harbored a disdain like no other. You fundamentally hated Eddie, and Eddie fundamentally hated you. The confined space, forced proximity, ticking doomsday clock, and promise of cash did nothing to put any notches in those feelings. 
“Interesting choice,” he murmurs under his breath, beginning to relax back into the cushions as well. 
“What? Is it a crime for me to like-” you pause, flipping the magazine shut to check the slick cover for what the specific issue was even about, “-The Ramones?” 
So maybe saying you liked The Ramones was an overstatement. But at this point, you’re only picking a fight for the sake of picking a fight. Because you don’t know how else to communicate with Eddie aside from with a sharp tongue and turbulent sense of sarcasm. Because when it came to the two of you, there was no such thing as small talk. 
Everything was always big. Loud. Screaming matches, bold assumptions, critical insults. 
“Pump the bitch breaks,” his eyebrows furrow, as they always do when he glances your way, “I was trying to be civil.” 
“I didn’t think civil was in your vocabulary when it came to me.” 
He exhales deeply, letting his head fall back in contempt for a moment before he lifts it and looks at you, “Is this really how you want it to be?” 
You don’t reply, and he takes it as his cue to continue. 
“Do you really want to keep up the miserable act the entire twenty four hours? Won’t it get exhausting acting like a spoiled brat for that long?”
“I’m not acting like a spoiled brat,” you snap, the magazine now discarded and draped across your knee, open to a random spread, “As far as I’m concerned, it’s not an act. Make no mistake, Munson, I am only doing this for the cash.” 
His book lays to gather dust on the coffee table as he leans his elbows onto his knees, twisting his body ever so slightly to face you more fully, “Really? There’s gotta be easier ways to make cash. I’m sure if you asked Stevie boy real nicely, he would have let you put that mouth to use for a quick buc-”
You cut him off, because you know how this sentence ends, and it’s too far. He’s crossed a line. You had expected it, should have seen it coming sooner, but it’s crossing a line all the same. 
“Stop,” you firmly instruct, holding up a finger, “Not that it’s any of your miserable business, but me and Steve are not like that. At all. So you can fuck right off with that comment,” you only pause briefly, and you’re glad when he doesn’t interrupt you, “And, may I remind you, you’re also getting payment out of this. I could say the same thing to you, dickwad.” 
It had been a curious itch beneath your skin – you knew why you needed the extra cash so badly, but you had no idea why Eddie did. Beneath all the hate, all the irritation, the question had come to mind briefly. But it had been pushed down by disinterest in all things regarding the man before you. At the end of the day, you didn’t care what motivated him. You didn’t care about what he did for work, you didn’t care about what magazines he read, and you definitely didn’t care to know if the five hundred was as necessary for him as it was for you. 
This was a means to an end – nothing more, nothing less. 
“Dickwad?” His nose crinkles as he parrots your words back to you, “Jesus, did you ever learn any new insults past middle school?” 
You’re ignoring him once more, picking the magazine up off of your knee and burying your nose in an article about the greatest punk albums of all time rather than letting yourself be dragged into further conversation with him, trying to send the message that this discussion was over. 
The message isn’t received. It flies right over his head. 
“Pardon me for the assumption,” you can see him hold his hands up in mock surrender in your peripherals, “You and Harrington just seem close.” 
You should just keep ignoring him. You should actually read the words inches from your face. You shouldn’t say another word; your gut is screaming at you to not say another word.
But you ignore your gut, just as he’d ignore your disinterest in talking to him. 
“What happened to being quiet? I think I liked it better when you weren’t speaking to me,” you try to say casually, keeping an air of indifference. You should have known better. As your mother always said, once you start feeding a stray, they continue to come back. 
“Sounds like it’s a sore spot. Are you and Harrington that close?” 
“Not in that way,” you grit out behind the pages, “We’re close, but not like that.” 
Your answer doesn’t satisfy him like you’d hoped, “Oh, it is so a sore spot.” 
When you finally drop the magazine to properly look at him again, it only fans the anger. He looks smug as he crosses his ankle atop his knee, leaning back and looking you over as if he can read you like cellophane. 
“It’s not,” you stress, “Seriously. Drop it.” 
In all truthfulness, it wasn’t a sore spot – not when it came to Steve. You’d always been strictly platonic, fitting fairly effortlessly into his and Robin’s friendship. 
“You definitely want to fuck Steve.” 
“You know what I actually want right now?”
“Please, enlighten me.”
“To knock your teeth in.” 
The magazine is tossed back onto the table, nearly sliding off the edge from the force behind your throw. He’s relishing the way you’re continuing to get more upset, the way he’s still inching beneath your skin in a grating motion. To him, this is all just a joke. 
“I’d love to see you try, sweetheart,” he mocks, smiling with his teeth as if to taunt you. 
“Why did you even agree to this?” you finally turn your body towards his and mirror his position, “Is it fun to you? Is that what it is?” 
The smile widens, “You know what? Yeah. It is fun to piss you off.” 
“Yeah?” you imitate him, putting on a forced smile in an attempt to look as ridiculous as he did right now. You fold your hands and prop your elbows onto your knees, continuing to mock mercilessly as you balance your chin atop them and bat your lashes dramatically, “Please, tell me more. Tell me all about how fun it is.” 
In an instant, you drop the smile and begin to return to your previous position. It was rhetorical – you don’t expect a response, and yet he offers one nonetheless. 
“Well,” he begins, “First of all, the way you go red in the face is fucking hilarious. Seriously, it’s just like the cartoons. Absolutely ridiculous. I think by the end of this, I’ll get to see steam come out of your ears,” you’re already reaching for your phone, tuning him out, as he continues on, “And then it’s the way you’re just so damn easy. I mean, come on. Sometimes, all I have to do is breathe, and it sends you on a tirade. You just make it too simple, sweetheart.” 
Sweetheart. The nickname is prickly and as uncomfortable as ever, lodging into your ears against your better judgment. It creeps across your brain, travels down your spine, numbs your fingertips. You hate the shockwaves it’s capable of sending down your nerves. 
He’s right, at the end of the day. These days, you hardly put up a fight in expressing all your negative emotions towards him. If necessary, you could pinpoint a time where he really did simply breathe and you had proceeded to curse him out for it. Sometimes, just the sight of him can sour your entire mood. He’s an ever-present, persistent, irritating rain-cloud that looms on the edges of your life by circumstance. You can’t get rid of him. You can’t get rid of your hatred for him; you’ve always had a preference for sunny weather. 
“Careful,” you hum, not looking his way as you glance down at the time that glows from your lock screen: 5:46 PM. “It almost sounds like you enjoy my presence, Munson.” 
Indifference. You needed to practice indifference to survive the next twenty three hours. 
“Oh, that couldn’t be farther from the truth,” he says, “You are the worst part of my days. You’re like bad leftovers – everytime I see you, the bile immediately rises in my throat. Whenever Steve mentions you’ll be somewhere, I cancel plans. Whenever you show up without warning, I start counting down the minutes till I can get away from you.” 
The indifference begins to break. You finally look at him, keeping a steady expression. 
“You could go missing, you could vanish off the face of this earth, and I wouldn't blink an eye. As a matter of fact, I’d probably celebrate. Why my friends are so enamored with you, I will never understand.” 
It hurts. It might be Eddie, and you might be used to his spiteful words he uses as weapons against you, but it still hurts. The sting resembles a slap as you process each of his words. Each deliberate syllable – the specific referencing to the group as his friends and not your friends, the unblinking glare of his dark eyes, the insinuation that your death could bring him joy – drives deeper into your chest. It’s a human reaction; it doesn’t matter if the boy before you is the enemy, it still bruises to hear anyone say such things about you. The human need to be accepted, to be liked, to at least be tolerated, still twists in your gut. 
And he only presses forth. He doesn’t catch the pain spreading in your limbs because you don’t let the hurt raging in your chest spread across your face. You don’t let him see you bleed. 
“I’d attend your funeral with a party hat and sparklers. Confetti, even. The whole nine yards along with my finest bottle of champagne,” he hammers the final nail into a coffin, one that you’re not sure of whom it belongs to. Maybe it’s yours, sealing you six feet under with your cursed emotions. Maybe it’s his, locking him into the tomb to dwell in his ability to always take things too far. 
You won’t let him see you bleed.
You stand abruptly, making him flinch in the slightest. You keep your face turned from him as you take your phone and storm off into the hallway wordlessly. 
“Hey! Where are you going?” he calls after you. 
But he’s not following you. No footsteps echo your own as you turn into the only other doorway aside from the bathroom. 
He has a clear line of sight of you from the couch, and he can see you disappear into his room. 
The door slams shut behind you with a riveting bang. Your nimble fingertips fumble with twisting the lock into place, chest heaving as you finally let your eyes burn. 
He can’t see you. You finally bleed. 
The tears are feverish as they roll down your cheeks one by one, taking slow steps backward as you squeeze them shut and will them away. There are no accompanying whimpers, or sobs, or hiccups. It’s just you, the salty streams, and the now overwhelming scent of him.
He’s only managed to make you cry, make you bleed this way, once before. The night of Steve’s party, the night you had attempted to make him bleed in retaliation. You’d harbored the need to cut him open desperately that night, to crack open his chest and assure yourself he could bleed the same scarlet as you, that there was still a weathered heart behind his calloused ribs that could beat the same as yours. 
But you never did. At the end of that night, you had been the only one left bloodied and bandaged, aside from Steve’s glass as collateral damage. He remained unscathed.
The door knob shakes suddenly, and your eyes flash back open. Another shake, and you hear him huffing. 
“Seriously? Did you just lock me out of my own room?” His voice comes from the other side of the door. 
The bleeding stops. The wound seals. Even if he can’t see you through the door, just to know that his presence resides on the other side of it is enough to put an end to your trembling breaths. 
“Fuck off,” you call out hoarsely. 
“Let me in. It’s my room.” 
“No.”
He sighs, and a thump sounds that you assume is his forehead falling against the wood in defeat, “Why do you insist on acting like a child?” 
“You’re the one with a collection of action figures!” you fight back with your weakest insult of the night. He twists the doorknob without fruition a few more times, a couple sharp knocks sound as you turn to get a better look at the room you’d run into without observation. 
It’s nothing extravagant, which makes sense. He has an entire apartment to spill his wretched personality across, which means there’s no need to condense it into the decor of his bedroom. He doesn’t have to express himself in a limited space as you do with your dorm. There’s a few posters of various bands hung crookedly on the wall, a dresser with a few of the drawers half open with assortments of clothes peeking out before they overflow onto the carpeted flooring, and a bed left unmade. His jersey sheets are plaid, worn and clearly well-loved. Despite the expected mess trailing about the rest of the floor, the space beside the bed is left cleared, and you decide to settle yourself down onto the patch. 
Your phone buzzes in your tight fist as your back settles up against the side of the bed. 
“Unlock the door,” his voice persists impatiently again. 
“Go to Hell.”
“I’m already there. Stuck with you.” 
Maybe the wound isn’t quite sealed, because the words fall like salt into your chest. 
“Why my friends are so enamored with you, I will never understand.” 
There’s more to say, but the chiming of a phone cuts off your thoughts. You glance down to your cell phone – not yours. 
The ringing is more muted, behind the door. With Eddie.
It’s Eddie’s phone. 
You’re about to call out a snarky remark about him getting that, but the ringing cuts off before you have the chance. It’s clear he’s walked away from the door as the echoes of his voice fades, the conversation inaudible to you through the walls. 
Your fingers dig into the carpet beside your thighs as you pull at individual strands that stick out, finally discarding your phone on the opposite side. Eventually, your touch trails closer to the edge of the bed, plucking, plucking, plucking until you collide with laminated paper sticking out from beneath the bed. 
What’s this? 
Just as you’re about to pull what you assume is a magazine from beneath the bed, your phone begins to buzz violently, this time the ringtone being your own. 
The screen lights up with Steve’s contact photo. It can’t be good.
“Hello?” you answer once you pick the phone up after a few moments of pause. 
“You can’t lock him out of his own room.”
“Oh, hey, Steve. I’m great, thanks for asking. Really living the drea-”
“You can’t lock him out of his own room,” Steve repeats with more emphasis, disregarding your sarcastic tone completely. 
You stare across the room at an acoustic guitar resting on a stand. This machine slays dragons, it reads in bold, white lettering. 
“So you were the one who called him,” you mumble. 
Steve sighs over the line, “No. Nance called him, because you haven’t sent the proof to the chat yet. We were trying to give you guys a grace period, but-”
“But you assumed we’d already murdered each other,” you finish his sentence. 
“Can you blame us? What did he even say to make you board yourself up in his room?” 
You scoff softly, “He didn’t tell Nancy?” 
The moment Steve mentioned Nancy was the one calling Eddie, you’d simply assumed he’d filled her in. 
Before you’d weaseled your way into the friend group, there had been clear, strong bonds already set in place: Robin & Steve, Jonathan & Argyle, and Nancy & Eddie. Three sets of best friends who all wove together to form their large friend group with ease.
You were the odd man out. They never treated you as such, except for Eddie, but it was an insecurity that could eat you alive if you ever gave it the time of day. And maybe that was why Eddie’s earlier words had cut so deeply. He was voicing a fear you always tried to bury deep down. 
“No,” Steve says as if it were obvious, “He just started going off about how you had locked him out of his room amongst…. Um, amongst other things.” 
Other things. You could guess what those other things had been; no doubt, he’d spent his time on the phone bitching about you. He’d probably called you every crude name in his rolodex of hatefulness. 
“Right,” you drawl, eyes flickering around the room to seek out another distraction to mindlessly stare at. Suddenly, you remember the magazine you had discovered just as Steve called, “Well, nothing surprising. The usual, really. Just how he hates my guts, he finds me annoying, he wouldn’t care if I died-” 
“-What?” 
You ignore Steve’s gasp of disbelief and carry on, “-All the classic insults you would say to your arch nemesis.” 
Steve says your name softly, still carrying an air of shock, “He didn’t mean that. I- Listen, he’s an asshole sometimes, but I guarantee he would care-”
“Who cares?” you interrupt, “I don’t blame him. It’s fine. He doesn’t have to care if I meet my untimely demise. I kind of figured he was going to murder me anyways, remember?”
“Yeah, but that was… that was joking around, he…” Steve trails off, because you both know he’s full of shit. 
There was no joking around between you and Eddie. A painful truth, considering when you first joined the friend group, you had such high hopes of getting along with him. 
“It’s whatever. Do you still need me to send proof?” you ask, fingers now playing with the crumpled edges of the magazine. Even half-hidden, you could see there were pages that had been dog-eared. 
You almost don’t hear Steve as he tells you that it’s fine, that now they know the two of you are definitely together. It’s already nearly time for the next check in anyways. 
“Alright, in that case…” your tongue peaks out as you begin to tug the magazine out of hiding. The moment the magazine's title comes into sight, you gasp, frozen as the phone nearly slips out of your hand.
Fucking jackpot.
“You good?” Steve asks. 
Playboy. A goddamn Playboy magazine. 
“Never better,” you rush out, eager to hang up so you can utilize this ammunition against Eddie, “Talk later, Steve-O.” 
You don’t give him a chance to echo a goodbye before you hang up, tossing your phone off to the side with a muted thump. Your focus is entirely on the magazine before you, crinkling as you hold it in your hands and bite back laughter. 
Against your better judgment, you open the cover, mouth falling open as you flip through page after page of nude women and cigarette ads. Some pages stick together, and you don’t dare to peel them apart, cringing at the thought of just why they’re sticky. You come to the first page that had been dog-earred, and your jaw clicks as your mouth falls agape. 
Fucking pervert. He’s a goddamn pervert. 
A well-timed knock sounds at the door once more, Eddie’s knuckles sharp in their three strikes, “Can you let me in now?” 
It’s the closest to a please you’re going to get. 
“Sorry, busy!” you call out in response, still staring at the spread.
The nude woman eerily resembles you. Same hair, same skin tone, similar noses. The Universe has dropped the most loving of gifts in your laps in the form of this magazine, something you know you can use to get under Eddie’s skin as severely as he had done to you. 
“Busy?” he protests, knocking on the door again before you hear the shaking of the doorknob again, “What the fuck are you doing in there? I told you, don’t touch my shit.”
You bite your lip, smile curling the corners of your mouth as you finally stand from the floor, knees cracking as you keep the magazine open to the photo. Eddie has gone scarily quiet, and you can’t even make out his breathing. His shadow has stilled completely as it peaks in from under the doorway. 
He’s never living this down. 
You’re still grinning with ill-intent as you shout, “Wow. Who knew I was right about the Playboy?”
Those words are all it takes for the frantic pounding on the door to begin.
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demonslayedher · 4 months
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Karaoke Headcanons: Pillars, Kamaboko, Demons, and more
This all started when Kagaya felt the need to go out and do something with his family. (Actually, it all started with doing Tumblr polls about which Pillars would be the best and worst singers.)This was odd, as the Ubuyashiki family is not in the habit of family outings. The children were all cautiously excited to go to an arcade or something, but Kagaya is old-fashioned so he took them all out to karaoke. (Taisho Secret: Karaoke did not exist in the Taisho period. let me have my fun. These are entirely my own silly headcanons.) The children were shy at first because they aren't good at letting loose, but once their father smilingly encouraged them to have fun, they got really into singing TV theme songs, which quickly devolved into them acting out scenes from Power Rangers. Amane can only sing very classic, droning enka. Really deep enka. Kagaya tells them they all did a wonderful job, and then he sings some simple 1970s love ballads and the energy all falls away because the rest of the family is so relaxed hearing his voice. It was a refreshing outing, so Kagaya decides to cut the next Pillar meeting short to send all the Pillars out for karaoke together.
A few of the Pillars are grumpy about this but will not say no to a request from Kagaya. Himejima would really rather go home and sleep. When Sanemi starts to complain that he's too busy for this, Shinobu guilts him into staying but saying how he can't imagine him being so busy with only training if he's not also making poison and running a hospital. Iguro stays in the corner happy to watch Mitsuri when she's in the spotlight, but since he's in the corner and she's staying at the other side of the room to have easy access to the door to go back for more soft drinks at the free drink far, he's frustrated by seeing her more easily talk to Giyuu, who is sitting by the door because he was the last one in. Uzui has a set way of doing karaoke. Certain songs he must always sing or it didn't count as a karaoke session. He insists his warm-up songs don't count as turns. There are songs he hates other people singing with him even though they are ones people usually belt out together, but he gets angry when people don't provide the chorus voices like the "DA-DA-DAT-DA" parts of "Zankyosanka." He makes a bunch of weird adjustments to the volume and pitch settings and just leaves it like that so anyone going after him always has to readjust everything. He and his wives go out to karaoke together a lot and they have a wide repertoire of songs they do together and in different pairings and trios, but in any other group, he does not care about anyone else having fun. He's kind of a pain in the ass to have around in a big group. That said, Giyuu really likes watching and listening to Uzui perform.
Shinobu gives the impression of being a very skilled singer, but that's because she doesn't overdo it and she only sings songs that are within her range and suit her voice well, like "From The Edge." She has sometimes done karaoke by herself to try out new songs she likes, but she is quick to determine when they are out of her skill set. She doesn't push and shove for her turns, and she does take some satisfaction in colleagues complimenting her singing voice. Mitsuri and Rengoku are very enthusiastic in their praise, Muichiro comments in full sincerity that it was nice (but also, he doesn't remember what the point of all this was), and Uzui, who can spot all her restrained methods just by listening, begrudgingly admits she has nice pitch.
Mitsuri knows a lot of popular songs. She's a nice person to have in a karaoke group because she makes an effort to include people by picking songs everyone will enjoy or that a lot of people can sing together. She does not have a wide range of pitch, but she's very good at singing a lot of different kinds of songs in her own pitch. "Koi Kogare" is her favorite lately. Because she is in a position to move around the front of the room easily, she is usually quick to zoom in when Uzui is done singing to change the settings back to volumes and pitches that are more normal for anyone else. Shinobu and Mitsuri have a bit of a bet going on Giyuu. Shinobu suspects he is either a surprisingly good singer, or a really bad one. It's just a matter of picking the right song for him to test him out, as he is not reaching for the controls to put in anything for himself. Shinobu finally pokes him into trying "Gurenge" because "everyone knows Gurenge," so he relents, because he has heard it and sung along here and there. He's always liked that song because it played a lot in a diner where he likes to eat simmered salmon and daikon. Thing is, Gurenge is not an easy song. Everyone is shocked by how terrible he is on the first few lines, and Mitsuri is very disappointed because she had really high hopes for him to be a good singer. Giyuu can't hear quite how bad his pitch was at first, but after a few lines, he finds the right pitch. He's downright not bad after that, though he was flat here and there and had trouble hitting the high notes. Because Muichiro doesn't know what to sing, Mitsuri has been trying to help him find something he knows, and just when she thinks it might be hopeless, he says "Kizuna no Kiseki" seems familiar. Yes, he's heard that song somewhere. He knows it. Maybe. Mitsuri is thrilled, and because she knows it too, she says she'll back him up on it. Everyone cheers, and Muichiro does know the first few lines! He knows them really well, actually, and his pitch is pretty okay, and still childlike! But... but then he doesn't sing some of his lines, or he'll just sing a few words here and there... at... random... as they come back to him... Shinobu tries to help by pointing out that the lyrics are on the screen, so he doesn't have to have it memorized, but little by little he just zones out and Mitsuri is stuck singing it all herself, increasingly disappointed and embarrassed, because it feels like she's hogging the mic now. No one minds (except Uzui, who feels they should had just ended the song early if Muichiro didn't know it after all). Himejima is not unwilling to sing, but the problem is that his tastes are not popular enough to be in the sound bank. He hogged the controls for a long time, searching (with Sanemi's help) for anything he likes or at least knows enough to sing. He starts getting more and more frustrated, because there are songs he really does know very well as he does have a deep appreciation for music. Mitsuri suggests they just turn the system volume down as low as they can and let him sing something a cappella. He smiles and then drones on with something akin to Gregorian chant. Uzui is as patient as he can be but then he insists that they're running out of karaoke time by letting Himejima do something that is not karaoke (also, he can tell Himejima has a very long song in mind). Himejima is somewhat miffed. His singing isn't bad, but he knows he'd show them a much better performance if he had his shakuhachi.
Iguro, in the corner, has been hoping no one has noticed him not singing. But he's also kind of indignant that no one has noticed.
Sanemi has brushed off attempts to get him to sing, which makes Shinobu suspect that he is either a very good or a very bad singer. Rather than get him to sing, she instead engages him in conversation to try to fish out of him what songs he likes. She suspects he likes a lot of songs that have gotten popular for being tearjerkers, and she suspects he sings them with full sincerity, if he ever happens to sing along. But maybe he just listens. He also seems to like rap, and he starts to perk up like maybe he'd be willing to perform some, but Shinobu would prefer not to listen to rap so she finds some reason to disengage from the conversation.
Rengoku has been very enthusiastically cheering everyone on, including banging tambourines with no sense of rhythm (Uzui has forbidden him to touch them during his songs). He admits he's not much of a singer and doesn't have much of an ear for pitch, but there are a few songs he knows well enough to try. Everyone of course encourages him to go for it, as it will probably be a good laugh for everyone, including Rengoku, but then he starts looking up "Homura."
It's one that he has heard a lot because his mother liked it, he explains. Sanemi is nodding along, saying it's a good song, and Shinobu suspects it might be one of Sanemi's favorites. Rengoku apologizes, saying he'll probably butcher it, and he can never find the right pitch at first, and Sanemi nods, saying how it's hard to find the pitch until the song gets going. Shinobu is so sure now.
Rengoku takes the mic, and everyone is ready for some terrible noise they can laugh about for ages to come, but then Rengoku sings. "Sayonara... arigato... koe no kagiri..." It's so low that he's hard to hear unless everyone is quiet. It's a rich timbre, but quiet like a prayer whispered into the mic.
"Kanashimi yori motto... daiji na koto..." The next couple lines go on in the same fashion. With his eyes closed, Rengoku is fully focused on the song, with no idea about the wonder with which everyone else is captivated.
As the song picks up, though, Rengoku has found his pitch.
"KONO! MAMA! TSU-DU-KU TO OMO!TTEITA!!!"
"No!! No, damn it, Rengoku, you almost had it!" Uzui shouts with his hands over his ears. Sanemi is nearly as upset. "Belting it isn't singing it, man!! Tone it down!!"
"YOBIAAA-TEI---What do you mean, Shinazugawa?"
"Yes, show him what you mean," Shinobu insists and sticks the other mic in Sanemi's hands. With people cheering (it started with Iguro, who was taking some pleasure in seeing Sanemi put on the spot, and then others joined in), Sanemi, beet red, has no choice but to take over just in time to find his pitch for the chorus.
And he's really not bad. Everyone cheers more, especially Mitsuri. Rengoku has totally forgotten about singing and stands there next to Sanemi, stating into the mic how good Sanemi is at this.
Little by little, though, Sanemi gets too into it. He starts pushing the emotional side of it, going past the better reaches of his pitch, and then by the "o-whoa-o-o" part he has lost himself to singing by emotion rather than better judgement. Everyone's kind of over it, and Rengoku, who is still holding the mic, finally joins him in butchering the last part. They don't have much time left when Mitsuri finally notices that Iguro never had a turn. He says that's fine, he prefers just watching, but now that Sanemi had his turn to be put on the spot, he's not letting Iguro get off easy. Mitsuri squeezes her way over to that side of the room to sit close to Iguro and go through the song bank with him. This is both wonderful and awful; he does not want to sing (especially because he won't sing well with bandages on his face, and even if he takes them off... well, still not likely to sing well), but if Mitsuri offers to sing with him----oh, if she sings with him, then maybe it's ok if his voice just fades out and she takes over! He tells her he can only sing something soft. She thinks that is so-o-o-o-o cute and sweet, so when he tells her to pick something out, she picks the sweetest song she can think of: "Kamado Tanjiro no Uta."
She pushes him to the front and is so flushed and excited to watch him that the thought doesn't even occur to her to stand up and join him. She just stares with a big expectant smile and glimmering eyes. And then Iguro suffers, through a long, repetitive song about someone he hates.
Everyone else suffers too, because his voice is muffled, low, clearly unpracticed, and unsuited for the high notes. Everyone just kind of sits around politely and awkwardly. During the flute solos, Himejima really, really wishes he had his shakuhachi. Muichiro audibly asks why Iguro doesn't just stop, but that brings out Iguro's stubborn side and he sings all the way to end, just glaring around the room for the instrumental parts. Mitsuri apologizes later for bullying him into singing it because it clearly made him very uncomfortable to sing in front of people, and he insists that there is nothing to apologize for, for she was just making sure he had fun too. She asks if he means that, and he insists, yes, he loves that song. He insists and will deck anybody who suggests otherwise.
With that, the Pillars have run out of time. Uzui used most of it.
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So then there comes another day when Tanjiro and friends have finished a mission up easily, and since they are all doing fine with no injuries, there is no need to rush back to the Butterfly Mansion. Why rush just to make Nezuko have to stay in the shadows? No, suggests Zenitsu, they should go somewhere that is already save from sunlight in the daytime so she can have fun with everyone. They should go to karaoke!
Actually, Zenitsu has been practicing romantic ballads for her, but the only way he can get her there is to pretend it's a group thing. Zenitsu tries to make it seem like that at first, giving other a chance to sing. He puts on Gurenge, because everyone knows Gurenge, right? He looks to Tanjiro, who happily assures him that he knows Gurenge, and he really likes that song. Good, good, so Tanjiro can take a turn first, and he gives him one mic, and then they might as well keep Inosuke busy right away so he doesn't get impatient, so he gives the other mic to Inosuke. He turns around to make some volume and pitch adjustments on the sound system, but then he hears the most HORRID NOISE. After the initial shock he looks back around to see Tanjiro "singing" and Inosuke trying to eat the mic.
No! No, no, no, bad, Zenitsu scolds him and takes the mic. He quickly exchanges it for a new one. Since they just got there he tells the staff it was broken in the first place, but he Thunderclap and Flashes his way back to the room before the staff can ask why it's all wet.
When Zenitsu returns he finds Tanjiro still "singing." He gives the new mic to Kanao, and she does nothing with it. Zenitsu awkwardly tells her she can jump in whenever she wants to and he'll just tell Tanjiro to shut up. She's probably got a good singing voice, after all.
Kanao pulls out her coin. She flips it. She looks at the result, puts the coin, and then continues holding the mic and otherwise doing nothing.
Zenitsu isn't sure how else he's supposed to engage with Kanao, so he leaves her be and snags the mic out of Tanjiro's hands to insist he gives someone else a turn (and give everyone's ears a break). Zenitsu, being a good host (or at least look like one), he offers the mic to Genya and smiles and says it's his turn.
Genya, arms folded, scowls at him and says he's not singing and this is stupid.
Zenitsu isn't sure how else he's supposed to engage with Genya either, so backs away. Gurenge winds down to a close with no one singing it anymore. But oh, would you look at that! It's a super romantic song coming up next, and it happens to be Zenitsu's turn! He picked this song out especially for Nezuko--a duet will have to wait for someday when she doesn't need to wear the bamboo, of course, but in the meantime, he shall serenade her--
Tanjiro apologizes, because Nezuko is fast asleep. But Tanjiro is happy to sing with Zenitsu.
Inosuke, meanwhile, has discovered the free drink bar. The gang is promptly kicked out and banned from that karaoke chain.
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The Lower Moons aren't invited to the karaoke party, but Mukago works at a karaoke place (not all demons can find work as oiran, after all). Kyogai tries to come sometimes but she always lies to him that all the rooms are full. Enmu works there too, and he spends all his time with his ear pressed to the door and wishing he could be invited in to sing too.
Muzan is in the biggest, snazziest party room with the Upper Moons. He sings a few very classy oldies here and there, but of course only ones that make him sound really good. Douma insists that he should sing Michael Jackson, but Muzan only glares at him for trying to tell him what to do. (Plus, he's touchy about anyone accusing him of stealing the look.)
Kokushibo sings whatever old folk songs are in the song bank, but he is overly serious about songs which now feel dated or just for children. His performance is really dry and monotone, but no one can complain. Muzan can, but he chooses not to because Kokushibo is a good subordinate.
Since Muzan isn't going to, Douma sings Michael Jackson songs on every turn he gets. Hantengu is really nervous about how Muzan looks more and more annoyed about it, but Gyokko is swept up enough that he duets with Douma on some of them. Douma recreates a Vine by banging on Gyokko's vase while singing the "Annie are you ok" line.
They have ordered tons of food for their party. Since they have a Lower Moon working there, the food is of course all freshly chopped up humans. Akaza sneers at it and doesn't want to be there. Douma is bugging him to sing, and he barks at him to back off, but when Kokushibo gets on his case about not disappointing their master, Akaza relents. He puts on Linkin Park. If he was alone, he'd sing "Homura" instead.
Hantengu has a nervous breakdown when it's his turn to entertain Muzan, so he falls apart into four pieces. They all start arguing about what to sing, but Sekido sees Muzan is getting impatient and he gets them all in line to start singing Backstreet Boys. Karaku complains that N*Sync is better.
Gyokko doesn't get a turn to pick a song. No one gives him one. He's stuck just singing backup for Douma, or being used as percussion.
Daki is a very frequent karaoke goer. She's got a very wide repertoire. As soon as she's in the room, she logs into the system with an avatar decked out in fancy accessories, and she competes in all the national singing contests. She gets very frustrated by the singers out there who consistently outscore her, and sometimes, Gyutaro has tracked those people down and killed them. Gyutaro likes the lyrics of "Asa ga Kuru" and wishes he could sing that for Daki someday, but clearly that will never happen so he keeps that wish to himself. He does not sing, and no one ever pushes him to sing because they don't want to hear it anyway. He's happiest seeing Daki rock it instead.
Nakime is there too because she's cooler than Enmu, who is still waiting outside the door and lip-syncing to everything. Nakime, however, is not singing. She's just there to judge everyone.
At some point, Douma did something right by putting on Bohemian Rhapsody. Everybody's into it; partway through they even make Zouhakuten take on the role of the poor boy, though he sings it in a pretty hateful tone.
Muzan eventually gets sick of it before the song is done, and he trashes the place, and he leaves. Mukago is stuck cleaning everything up by herself because Enmu is no help. The end.
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Meanwhile, Murata does a lot of hitori-karaoke (karaoke by himself). The Kakushi sometimes have pretty normal karaoke outings. Yushiro would be more than willing to go if Tamayo ever showed any drop of interest, but she does not. There are one or two Wisteria houses with karaoke rooms. Taisho Secret: Karaoke did not exist in the Taisho period.
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science-lover33 · 7 months
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Exploring the Intricacies of the Respiratory System 🫁💨
Welcome to my Tumblr blog, where we embark on an exciting journey through the intricate world of human anatomy and physiology. Today, we're focusing our lens on the respiratory system – a wondrous network of organs and tissues that orchestrates the exchange of gases essential for our survival. So, fasten your seatbelts as we venture into the fascinating realm of respiration!
Anatomy of the Respiratory System: A Symphony of Structures
At its core, the respiratory system consists of a highly organized ensemble of organs and structures working together seamlessly. This symphony of components includes the nose, pharynx, larynx, trachea, bronchi, and, of course, the lungs. Each of these elements has a crucial role to play in the intricate process of breathing, ensuring our bodies receive a constant supply of life-sustaining oxygen while effectively eliminating carbon dioxide.
The Alveoli: Tiny Powerhouses of Gas Exchange
Now, let's zoom in on the alveoli, the star players in the respiratory system's performance. These microscopic air sacs, nestled deep within the lungs, are where the real magic happens. Through the process of diffusion, oxygen from inhaled air enters the bloodstream, while carbon dioxide, a waste product of metabolism, is expelled from the blood into the alveoli to be exhaled. It's here, at this cellular level, that the respiratory system's vital exchange takes place.
Breathing Mechanics: The Art of Inhalation and Exhalation
But how does it all come together? Breathing, a seemingly simple act, is a complex process guided by the contraction and relaxation of specialized muscles, primarily the diaphragm and intercostal muscles. These muscular movements manipulate the volume of the thoracic cavity, creating changes in pressure that facilitate the flow of air in and out of the lungs. Understanding the mechanics of breathing is fundamental to comprehending various respiratory disorders and their potential treatments.
Regulation of Respiration: A Symphony Conducted by the Brain
The respiratory system doesn't operate in isolation; it's under the watchful eye of our central nervous system. The medulla and pons, two regions of the brainstem, serve as the conductors in this symphony of breath. They continuously monitor factors like blood pH, carbon dioxide levels, and oxygen levels, adjusting our breathing rate and depth to maintain the delicate balance required for optimal body function.
Recommended Resources to Dive Deeper:
Book: "Principles of Anatomy and Physiology" by Gerard J. Tortora and Bryan H. Derrickson - This comprehensive textbook provides an in-depth exploration of the respiratory system, complete with detailed illustrations and accessible explanations for all levels of learners.
Article: "The Physiology of Respiration" by Stephen A. Ernst and John R. Helliwell - Published in the New England Journal of Medicine, this scholarly article offers an authoritative look into the physiological mechanisms of respiration, making it a valuable reference for those seeking in-depth knowledge.
Book: "Respiratory Physiology: The Essentials" by John B. West - For a concise yet informative journey through the key concepts of respiratory physiology, this book is an excellent resource, perfect for those looking to grasp the essentials of the subject quickly.
I hope this extended entry has sparked your curiosity about the intricate workings of the respiratory system. Feel free to reach out if you have any questions or if you'd like to explore another captivating topic in the realm of medicine and biology! 🌬📚
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hauntedhokage · 6 months
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Day 1: Pegging
Bakugou Katsuki/F!Reader
word count: 1.1k
warnings: pegging, mentions of edging, use of “cock” referring to the dildo
[Kinktober masterlist] | {ao3} | [tumblr masterlist] | {ko-fi}
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He needed to relax.
Fucking you stupid to vent the tension out was unfortunately not the solution this time, as he’d tried that last night and still couldn’t fucking sleep. You had slept like a goddamn baby, but watching you sleep was only truly relaxing if he was well rested and, since he wasn’t, he was just truly fucking irritated for the rest of the night. Was it too much to ask that he feel truly relaxed and sleep for longer than 45 minutes before he has to go watch TV on low volume in a desperate attempt to at least doze with a chess tournament trying to put him to sleep? Apparently so.
Which called for the roles to be reversed: he needed to get fucked stupid and you knew exactly what he meant when he said it during dinner with pink cheeks and a tired scowl. The poor guy needed it badly, thankfully you knew just what to do.
And you greatly appreciate the view of the number one hero laying face down in the middle of the bed and trying his best to relax into the mattress that you walk in on when you leave the bathroom just a couple hours after you’ve eaten. He was making your job easy for you, but you could still make him work for it a little bit. 
“That bruise is new.” You can’t help but point out, gently grazing the angry red mark on his side just above his hip. Vaguely shaped like the heel of a boot, which tells you exactly which superfriend had gotten him so good. “Tell Midoriya to ease up in training or I’ll give him a few fresh ones.”
“We can deal with that later. Please just fuck me already.” 
“You’re so bossy.” Even still, you’re uncapping the lube and watching with a small smile as he starts to squirm beneath you. “But you wanna do it doggy? Don’t wanna look at me?”
“Prep is easier for you like this. Flip me over after so I don’t fuck up the sheets.”
“You say that as if you haven’t already been prepping,” you comment, gently tugging on the plug nicely hidden between his cheeks and grinning at the pleasured hiss that leaves him. “You really kill the fun sometimes.”
“You like fingering my asshole?”
“I like teasing you when I do. Getting you all worked up is half of why this works so well to get you right.”
“Didn’t want you to have to hold back, just wanted - fuuuck-“ the groan that leaves him as you ease the plug out makes you feel giddy. All of this was in your hands, only you had his trust to see him like this while wearing a comically bright pink strap on. “You do that shit on purpose.”
“Yeah.” And you’re putting some of the lube on his mostly prepped hole, relishing in the quiet hiss that leaves him at the cool sensation before two of your fingers are working to spread the lube around and inside. “I dunno, baby, it’s nice when you’re quiet.”
“Rude.”
“As if that was news to you.”
“Maybe I’ll put out a request for someone nice to fuck me stupid.”
“I’m very nice to you.” You curl your fingers as you say that, pulling a stuttered curse from your blonde lover as your free hand starts to spread lube over the dildo strapped to your hips. “See? Treatin’ you real sweet.”
If he had a coherent train of thought, you’re sure he’d be telling you to fuck off right about now. But instead he’s just watching you over his shoulder, complying when you remove your fingers and use them to gesture for him to turn over. He’s careful to avoid kicking you as he does, and you watch as he adjusts the placement of his hips on the pillow. 
Your hand not holding the dildo carefully holds his thigh, trying to massage the muscles to help him relax more as you push forward with the dildo. This was a well practiced dance, he knew exactly how to keep himself to make it easy and you appreciated that he’d learned to let go of his need to control the situation when it came to getting pegged. 
“How’s it feeling?” you question softly as you’re finally fully sheathed, your hips pressed to the firm muscles of his ass as you watch him soak in the feeling of being so stuffed full. 
“Fucking great, but just please fuck me.”
He was already desperate, meaning that he definitely did more than just prep himself with the plug. He’d definitely edged himself; for how long you wouldn’t know until he told you, since he got desperate after just a few minutes of delay. But ultimately you were going to give him what he needed, since he asked so nicely.
“You look so pretty taking my cock like this,” you praise, getting only a groan in response when you finally start to move. You know he wants fast and rough, and you’d give him that for sure, but you need to be careful with the number one hero and he knows that just as well as you did. You’re glad that he’s got his legs up, your hands on his thighs keeping them where you wanted them and not allowing him to try to hook a leg around you to guide your movements. He was mostly in charge, but not really. 
“I can take it, babe, you know I can. Fuck me already.”
“How badly do you want it?” you ask, leaning forward a bit and smiling when he flips you off. “That’s not being very nice, Kats.”
“Baby~” Oh, that was the most pathetic sound you’d ever heard from the blonde. A performance like that needed to be rewarded, and that has you picking up your pace in hopes of hearing more desperate whines from him. “Fuck, that’s it.” 
“Just like this?”
“Need your hand.” You’d normally deny a request like that so soon, but this puts you in true control over his orgasm and you’re taking a gentle hold of his cock. The groan that leaves him is music to your ears and you choose to stroke him slowly as you continue to fuck into him roughly. You can’t hear yourself think over how loud he is, and you know he’s not thinking at all as his hands grip the sheets beneath him. The mission had been achieved - you’d managed to fuck him stupid. 
“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he warns, and you nod your understanding and encouragement while continuing to work his body and trying your best to keep the pace of your strokes steady even as your thrusts get harder. “Goddamn, I – shit – please don’t stop.”
“Not until you’re spent,” you assure, watching with a smile as he finally lets himself go. He really was pretty as his hips jerk against yours, face red as his cum releases onto his stomach and chest until finally he relaxes back into the mattress - breathless, spent, and completely content. “Atta boy.”
He only hums, letting you pull out and watching through half lidded eyes as you slide off the bed and move towards the bathroom. When you return, it’s not directly to the bed and he’s not pleased if the grunt that leaves him is any indicator. But his hand catches yours as you try to walk away again, what follows is only more surprising.
“Get up here.” The request has you looking at him with interest, giving his hand a squeeze when he tries to pull. “On my face.”
“How are you not exhausted?”
“My body’s useless, but I can still eat you out. Now get up here, brat.”
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pfhwrittes · 9 days
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Super Casual Announcement Time
hi hello, it's me p. back again with another super casual announcement.
it's official, it's confirmed. i've done my final pre-surgical consultation. providing i don't do anything a bit silly in the next 7 days (like falling down the stairs again), this time next week (27th march) i will be having top surgery.
so what does that mean for this blog? i assume i'll probably drop off the face of the earth for 3-4 days around then as i suddenly adjust to being titless and fancy free. but knowing me, i'll probably make a vaguely incomprehensible post to inform you all that i'm fine. i'm pretty bad at staying off tumblr when i should be doing tasks.
what does this mean for my writing projects? everything will remain on hiatus / semi-hiatus until i can comfortably sit and write stuff post-surgery. or i'll dump little thoughts out via the mobile app. i haven't really figured it out yet.
how am i feeling? suddenly very nervous and excited! i have developed a mild tremor in my hands whenever i think about having surgery too much and i get the urge to scream very loudly into a pillow. i'm not great with managing big feelings so i tend to bottle everything up. i'm sorry if i come across as flaky or snappy! i don't mean to. my poor swiss cheese brain is yelling "SURGERY! SURGERY! SURGERY!" at increasing volume inside my head.
how are the Horrible Creechurs feeling? increasingly clingy. dolly is currently sat on my shoulder purring and drooling on me. i think she's trying to soothe me in the way that only cats can. mango and charlie have both taken to sleeping on my chest or legs whenever they can get away with it.
is there anything you lovely lot can do to help? i don't think so! i'm notoriously bad at asking for help so i'll just quietly link my ko-fi jar again if you have a few bob to spare. don't feel any pressure to donate, i'm aware it's a bit cheeky of me to ask.
do i have any other way of contacting you all if/when i go quiet? kind of? i recently found my discord account and have updated that so i can talk to my friends but 1) i'm kind of shy about asking to add people on discord and 2) i have no idea how it works because i'm kind of uncool like that. feel free to DM me if you want to add me! otherwise i guess we'll have to rely on tumblr's ever amazing askbox and private messaging features.
okay i think that's everything? i know i said on my first announcement post that i would try to set up a queue but i'm going to be realistic and admit that i'll just forget. okay bye!
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New Hair Extension Method? 👀
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Our OG Tumblr IT Girl, Justine Skye recently posted on her IG that she got K-Tips (Keratin Tips) extensions which looks the same as Micro Links but they're applied a little differently and this technique is not reusable.
What to know:
Keratin Tips: Keratin tips are individual hair extensions that are attached to your natural hair using a keratin bond. The keratin bond is melted and fused with your natural hair using a special heating tool. This method creates a strong and long-lasting bond that can stay in place for several months. Keratin tips are ideal for adding length and volume to your hair.
Micro Links: Micro links, also known as micro bead or micro ring extensions, are individual hair extensions that are attached to your natural hair using small metal beads or rings. The extensions are threaded through the rings, and then the rings are clamped shut to secure the extensions in place. This method does not require any heat or glue, making it a more gentle option for your hair. Micro links can be easily adjusted and removed without causing damage to your natural hair.
Attachment Method: Keratin tips use a keratin bond that is melted and fused with your natural hair, while micro links use small metal beads or rings that are clamped shut to secure the extensions.
Longevity: Keratin tips can stay in place for several months, while micro links may need to be adjusted or tightened every 6-8 weeks.
Maintenance: Keratin tips require minimal maintenance, but you should avoid using heat tools near the bond to prevent it from melting. Micro links may require more maintenance, as the rings can become loose over time and need to be tightened or replaced.
Comfort: Keratin tips can sometimes feel slightly heavy or uncomfortable due to the weight of the extensions and the bond. Micro links are generally more lightweight and comfortable to wear.
Versatility: Keratin tips can be styled and treated like your natural hair, including coloring and heat styling. Micro links can also be styled, but you need to be careful not to apply heat directly to the beads or rings, as they can become damaged.
Cost: The cost of both keratin tips and micro links can vary depending on the length and quality of the extensions, as well as the skill of the stylist. Generally, micro links tend to be slightly more expensive due to the additional labor involved in attaching and adjusting the extensions. 
The Girls Loved Tape-in extensions in 2023 is this the next new thing? 👀
Thoughts? Have you tried this technique? Are you feeling it? 💭
share them below in the comments 😊
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soaps-mohawk · 14 days
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Hello how are you today??
Couple more questions
Why is Ghost so challenging (but funny) to write? When he's serious and broody, it's not difficult at all. But when it's time for emotions.exe I feel like I am fighting him. I know it's supposed to be difficult for him to really express them and be vulnerable. But I have made myself laugh while writing because him and their new omega are equally awkward around each other. (He doesn't know how to approach her, she's afraid to approach him and they both think one doesn't like the other. Especially when she's still adjusting)
And I have too many ideas for interactions.
But I wanted to ask how do you approach Ghost and him being vulnerable/open?
(also can I be the 🩰Anon since Tumblr is rude)
Looking forward to the next chapter!!
Hi anon!! I'm doing alright. Got mostly everything important that I needed to done so now I'm just relaxing. Might work on a project I've been putting off for a nice day later.
It's because we know him as serious and broody since that's how he's (mostly) portrayed. We get little glimpses of Simon and his softer side, but primarily with canon Ghost...we're not given a lot outside of him as he is on missions and in the field. The focused soldier who does his job and doesn't really care about much else.
My approach to Ghost involves really looking into how he would express those emotions. He's not a man of words, he's a man of actions. He's not going to sit and wax poetic about how he feels, he's going to show you how he feels. He picks up on a lot. He's used to having to pay attention to details and he probably has an incredible memory. If you say you like something, he's storing that in his mind for later. Like, when he made dinner for the reader. He overheard her talking about how much she missed Mexican food and immediately went and bought ingredients to make her enchiladas. You mention you like going somewhere? He'll take you there. You mention you need more shampoo? There will be three bottles of the exact kind you use waiting on the bathroom counter. His words are going to straightforward and to the point, but his actions will speak to his true feelings.
It takes a long time for him to get there, though. It takes him a long time to trust, and a long time to open up like that. He's been hurt a lot before in the past and the nature of his job makes him extra cautious. He's very much a slow-burn type character and he's definitely not the one to admit his feelings first. Any sort of openness from him is going to come in short bursts and probably won't really feel like much, but in terms of him and his character. His actions speak volumes that his words won't.
Yeah. That's my take on vulnerable Ghost lol.
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rileys-battlecats · 1 year
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tumblr kept eating my response to this ask so I'm making a separate post to see if that solves the problem!!
I recommend by starting with the technical aspects of perspective and environments! which does not sound fun. and I might even go so far as to say it is not fun at all. But!! It is important!! Once you get the hang of drawing things in perspective with Math™, you can start doing all this free-handed! So if you feel up to some extra art homework, get yourself a sheet of paper and a ruler >:)
There's two kinds of perspective that I can tell you about, one-point perspective and two-point perspective. I'll go with one-point cause it's easier to explain haha
Below I've provided a picture of some of my own drawing homework from a class I took a few years back!! Annotated for clarity lol
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So here we've got your Horizon Line (HL) , your Measuring Line (ML), your Central Vanishing Point (CVP), your Vanishing Point Left (VPL), and your Vanishing Point Right (VPR)!
Your HL determines where your horizon is in your drawing, which in most cases will be about halfway up your page! You can adjust this to fit your needs though, depending on where you want your point of view to be :)
The CVP is where your HL and ML intersect! The VPL and VPR are the "edges of your canvas" as it were—anything past these points start to get distorted, perspective-wise.
Your ML is the mvp of Math Perspective Drawing, and you're gonna want a ruler/measuring stick for it! The ML is in the center of your paper. Make some marks at regular intervals (in my drawing here they are all 1 inch apart, but they can be larger or smaller on yours!) up and down your ML. Then, using the same measurement, make marks along the HL. At the bottom of your page, leaving a bit of room below, make those same marks (aligned with the ones on the HL, so that if you connected them, they would make straight vertical lines).
Next step is starting The Grid™
From each mark made on the bottom of your page, draw connecting lines to the CVP (shown in red below)
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Now, make a line from the bottom right corner of your "canvas" to the VPL (shown below in purple). Where the purple line intersects with the red lines of our half-formed grid is what determines where our horizontal lines of The Grid™ are located (indicated by light blue x's)!
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So now we have a grid!! Woo!! Things have started to get a little messy so I'm removing my homework from the background. goodbye homework o7
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This grid is what enables us to start drawing in perspective! If you wanna skip all the set up feel free to just. Screenshot what I've got here and use that for drawing on lol
Now we can draw BOXES. cubes, even!! And by learning how to translate other shapes onto the faces of these boxes, you can learn how to draw other things in perspective, like cylinders (seen on the left in pink). There are specific methods for drawing other volumes in perspective, but this post is long enough as is without me going into it haha
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Using this knowledge, you can make all sorts of backgrounds!! Here's a super simple example (plus kitty, of course)
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Once you've practiced using perspective, here's a few other miscellaneous tips!
Think about the location you're drawing. What would you find there? Is it a forest, a city, a field? Should there be trees? Boulders? Buildings?
Practice drawing different locations from life (or from photos). I cannot overstate how much this helps lol
Make some objects to distinguish Foreground, Midground, and Background. This is where perspective helps you! Once you can clearly distinguish between these three, your backgrounds start to feel deeper, if that makes sense?
Think about ways to make the ground uneven. Dips or hills in the landscape, small ridges/ledges, whatever fits for the location! Even in places with flat ground like an urban landscape, try to distinguish different levels in the ground, like from the sidewalk to the road. A lot of times, it makes the background more interesting to look at!
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mallorydeluna · 11 months
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(I'm gonna get into writing Fanfiction on Tumblr now! I'm a little prolific on Wattpad but I figured it was time for something really good, something I know a lot of people could read and enjoy. It's about the sexy himbo prince from Obey Me that everyone loves! And it's an x female reader so uhh..... Have fun!)
It was early morning in the Devildom when you awoke, light poured through the curtains and onto the big lavish bed you were handcuffed to.
Your eyes fluttered open and you looked around the room, sitting up, you looked around more once your eyes had adjusted. "Huh....? This... This isn't my room. Where am I?"
Just as you finished voicing your thoughts, the door to the room unlocked and opened, in stepped none other than Lord Diavolo.
Lord Diavolo's eyes settled on you and a jovial smile is painted on his face. "Good Morning MC! I'm glad you're awake! Barbatos has prepared a special breakfast for you."
Your eyes widen as your mind starts to race, your heartbeat picks up speed and you instinctively start trying to move to the other side of the bed.
Barbatos enters with a large tray, he sets it down on the coffee table and abruptly leaves, but not before closing the large door.
Diavolo notices your frantic movements and he frowns. "My dear.... Are you not comfortable? I made sure this room would be fit for you."
You rattle the handcuffs and try to get as far away from him as possible which in turn angered Diavolo greatly.
Diavolo scowled but hid his anger as he stalked toward the bed, sitting down, he gently takes your face in his hands. "My sweet MC.... You can't get away from me this time. The more you try, the more you upset me."
You try to look away from him, trying so hard not to believe that the gentle giant of a prince that you called a friend had kidnapped you., raising your tone, you start to question him. "Why Diavolo.... Why? Why did you bring me here? Where is here? Where's Lucifer? His brothers....?"
Diavolo's eyebrows furrowed as his molten gazed roamed across your soft feminine features. "Darling...." His voice became deeper and held a cold, apathetic undertone as he spoke. "I suggest.... You lower your tone, if you can't control your volume, I'd hate to remove your tongue."
Your eyes widen and you keep trying to move away but Diavolo puts an immediate halt to your movements. "I-I don't understand.... Why me? Why take me?"
Diavolo's gaze softens as does his vice like grip on your arms. "My love.... My sweet, simple, clueless MC..... Of course you don't understand, those unruly brothers conditioned your mind to think that you belonged with them, to them. I've watched you from afar.... Everyday, the progress you've made in changing Lucifer, changing his brothers, making pacts..... They had you wrapped around their fingers. But there's one thing they don't know... One thing that you don't know." He says as his face moves closer to yours.
Your breath gets caught in your throat and everything he says registers in your mind. You find it difficult to tear your eyes away from his and no words come from you as he continues on with his monologue.
Diavolo licks his lips as he gazes at your plump kissable ones, he looks up at the gentle curve of your nose, then he gazes back up into your striking (e/c) eyes. "You, my darling.... We're mine from the start, they tried to take you, but everyday I watched them, I watched you. Finding the perfect moment to take you was difficult but it was worth it. My sweet babygirl.... Don't you understand? You and I were always meant to be together. Our fates..... Are bound to one another."
Realization clicks in your thoughts and you look away, all the parties, all the invitations to tea, every dance, every gaze, every touch, every desire, every thought..... Every moment spent with him, it all suddenly started to make sense. "You.... Orchestrated everything, didn't you...? You and Barbatos...."
Diavolo's fingers gently grasp your chin and they guide your face to look at him, a gentle smile graces his lips. "Oh my sweet love.... If only it worked like that, I'd say you were right, but this, all of would have happened whether there was magical intervention or not. Now. Since I believe you finally understand..... I'll give you a choice. You either accept the situation as is and agree to be mine, like you're meant to.... Or.... Barbatos will create a special countermeasure. I really don't want to force you princess but if you yourself force my hand, then I can't say there won't be..... Consequences."
You look down at your lap, contemplating the choices you were given. "I-I don't know.... This is all too much for me. I want to go home."
Diavolo frowns and stiffens up, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "Barbatos. The potion. Now."
Barbatos promptly opens the door and enters, a frown clear on his face as he gazes at you with sympathy, he hands Diavolo a red bottle and just as quick as he entered, he leaves again.
Your breath quickens as your heartbeat again picks up speed. "What is that? What are you going to do?" Clearly frightened by The quick mood switches, you again attempt to move away.
Diavolo frowns and in a snap, he switches into his demon form. He opens the bottle of the love potion. "Oh my darling.... If only you had made the right decision. You've forced my hand after I've warned you, this is a countermeasure. He takes a mouthful of the potion then move to gently grab you, forcefully pulling you into his lap, he kisses you fervently and the potion slides down your throat with ease. "All of it, swallow all of it."
Your body instantly oveys and your mind soon submits, the potion already started taking effect.
Diavolo uncuffs your hands and eases you into a more comfortable position. "Good girl.... That's it. It shouldn't take much longer."
Your (e/c) eyes start to turn pink as you gaze up to Diavolo and your breathing slows. "D-Dia..... I feel weird."
Smiling at the affectionate nickname, Diavolo grabs the rest of the bottle and brings it to your lips. "Drink up the rest, dear~"
You drink the rest without thinking and the rest of it clouds your mind, it affects your body as well.
Diavolo's rubs your back reassuringly as the rest of the potion enters your system. "Good girl.... My good girl. Now.... Was that so hard, sweetheart?"
You rest your he'd on his shoulder and yawn after you look at him lovingly, you shake your head and start to fall asleep.
Diavolo sighs as he is now content. He stands and carries you bridal style off to his room, the room you will forever share with him now.
(Sorry if this is trash. I was bored and didn't really have anything else to do. Tell me if you liked it, what I could do differently, just constructive and kind criticism please! TwT)
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aihoshiino · 5 months
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hello! I really enjoy your way of looking at oshi no ko so I wanted to know your pov on something that's been bugging me throughout the manga! do you think Miyako remembers the twins being 'gods' early in their lives?? I feel that as much as her character has evolved past the whole 'i'll sell Ai's secret for money and fame as revenge' it's still weird that she, as someone who clearly was witness to something supernatural for AT LEAST a year doesn't like... bring it up at all? or seems to actually remember even...
like I can see it being explained away as 'oh maybe as they grow up they forget, so it makes no sense to bring it up now' but also I'm just curious as to when the twins stopped using that as a way to get whatever they wanted lol.
like idk I know that bringing up that bit of silly lore from volume one into the world of the movie arc is out of place at best but also! I just feel like Miyako either gaslighted herself into thinking she was delusional for a year or she's too afraid to bring it up because then she'll sound insane.
this piece of silly lore will chase me to the grave if it isn't brought up again and I need someone else's thoughts cause sometimes I feel like it was quietly retconned.... I'm rambling. anyway! I love your Tumblr!
THANK U FOR THE LOVELY MESSAGE, ANON!! I feel like i say this every single time but it really does make me so wibbly to know so many people vibe with my OnK takes to this degree lol
tragically... I do not have a clever answer for this one, unfortunately!!! Funnily enough though, I did have a bit of a chat about it recently with my friend Silvie (@relares) who has been watching the anime for the first time with me, and it kind of rattled some of my thoughts about the scene loose.
I think a lot of volume 1, while it works really well in isolation, has a lot of what me and Silvie ended up calling 'clunk' in hindsight where it's clear that Akasaka was just... not quite writing the Oshi no Ko that the story ended up becoming, if that makes sense. This is understandable given that at that point, he and Mengo were literally not working on the Oshi no Ko we ended up getting! The decision to kill Ai and re-adjust the series trajectory is one that was made during serialization and it meant the two of them had to course correct a lot of stuff extremely quickly. For the most part, I think they did a shockingly good job of handling that genre shift to the point where a lot of the more jarring elements actually just help in making that shift feel more effective - it makes the horror of Ai's death feel just as sudden and shocking and life-altering to the reader on a storytelling level as it does on a very literal one to Aqua and Ruby.
Unfortunately, it also means there's a lot of choices made in terms of like... punchlines and characterization decisions that I don't think Akasaka would necessarily have made if he had the benefit of foresight and I think Miyako is definitely a victim – or I guess more of a prime example of that.
Miyako as she ends up functioning in volume one is both shockingly different in terms of characterization compared to the Miyako we get from volume two onwards and also pretty transparently kind of just a vehicle/plot device to give the twins an adult ally without revealing themselves to Ai prematurely. The twins manipulating Miyako in such an overtly silly way is also exactly the kind of absurdist problem solving that works fine in a comedy, where your suspension of disbelief is a lot different. I think Akasaka was still very much in Kaguya-sama mode while writing those early chapters and that kind of comedy beat as problem solving bit would feel really at home in an Oshi no Ko that was more tonally in line with Kaguya-sama... but that ultimately isn't the Oshi no Ko it became, so it feels weird.
In a lot of ways, the timeskip between volume 1 and 2 is sort of a soft reset for the series in terms of tone and genre and it allows the manga to sort of smooth out a bit of that clunk going onwards. This is why I think the Sweet Today arc is the best post-timeskip arc in the manga because it's the one that best balances the comedy, drama and industry commentary in a way it never quite managed again - not that all the other arcs are bad, but they generally tip pretty far in one of those three directions in a way that leaves the others high and dry.
TO UH, ACTUALLY ADDRESS YOUR QUESTION THOUGH... I honestly think this aspect of the story has been retconned! Or at least, that Akasaka is purposely not addressing it because he realizes it was a misstep and so he's just quietly pretending it didn't happen lol. It isn't addressed even in places we would expect it to be and Miyako herself never even once mentions it even when we get peeks directly into her head, so I honestly think Akasaka kind of wrote himself into a corner with it and decided to just ignore it.
That's nowhere near as fun as an in-character explanation though so I like to think Miyako thinks it was just a tripped out dream she had once and since Ruby and Aqua don't remember it, it's just never come up again. If she got drunk enough around them, though, she'd ramble about it to them while Ruby and Aqua lock eyes with each other and just have a moment of silent sibling communication like. oh my god. did we really do that????
For as serious as it is a lot of the time, Oshi no Ko is a pretty silly manga when you get down to it, eh....
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firelightfoxes · 9 months
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So how batshit crazy and feral are Mudis really?
tumblr is literally the worst i JUST got this ask lollll
so i think a decent amount of the "omg insane!!!" mudi rhetoric is just gatekeeping. like, they're definitely quirky and weird and unique, but most of them aren't a pocket-sized malinois like some people would have you believe. but this also depends on lines, there are definitely some lines that are higher drive, higher intensity so it kinda just comes down to finding the right breeder for what you want in your dog.
i will say that they're a breed where you have to be very intentional and careful with their socialization - they aren't always naturally well-adjusted so you kinda have to make that a priority for them during puppyhood.
and then also some of them are really, really barky. like, i have a friend who says her 3 mudis will start barking and yelling if someone in the house gets up from a chair. i simply could NOT live with that. but this may be a training thing too, idk. i was very careful from an early age to always reward Lichen for being quiet or using her voice at a low volume rather than a full bark. and she is very quiet, when she does use her voice it's usually a legitimate alert and not something dumb like the wind blowing. she uses her brain before she uses her voice which i really love. but yeah, some mudi will just blindly bark at whatever they want.
so yeah, i mean they kinda give off little feral dude vibes but i wouldn't really call them batshit, as a whole. they're fun!
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streaks-of-indigo · 10 months
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In the Summertime
Josh x female reader
NSFW - 18+ ONLY!!! Minors DNI
This one has been in the drafts for a minute then Tumblr kept deciding to ban it. So fingers crossed 🤞
The summer heat suffocated the both of you as you sat in traffic after spending the day in the city. Inch by inch the car moved forward. It would be about 45 minutes until you would be walking through your front door.
The air conditioning had not fully kicked in and any bare skin was sticking to the Jeep’s leather interior. Every few seconds one of you would pull forward to remove yourselves from the heated fabric.
“I’m sorry bubs,” Josh said from the driver’s seat, “we didn’t plan this very well.”
“I know, but we had to do something on your day off. We should’ve just gone to the beach. Or better yet stayed home, tanned in the backyard, drink sangria...”
“I'm glad we got out today, although....,” Josh's voice trailed off.
Y/n heavily sighed and leaned her head back against the headrest.
Josh glanced over at her, taking in her tanned skin and toned legs. Her nipples were getting hard through her thin t-shirt as the a/c began cooling the car off.
Josh couldn’t help himself and looked up at her soft pink lips and felt a wave of immense love and want pulse through him.
Y/n felt Josh’s intense gaze and turned her head to look at him.
“What?” she asked playfully.
“Nothing, you’re just gorgeous. You drive me crazy, I can’t wait to get you home.” Josh said as a smile slowly overtook his face.
Y/n laughed and took Josh’s hand in hers.
“I have an idea…” Josh began to say taking out his phone and plugging it into the auxiliary cord. “Remember this?”
Suddenly the car was filled with y/n’s breathy moans. Josh was playing one of their many recorded sessions.
“Tell me mama, how does that feel..” Josh’s voice came through the speakers along with the sound of Josh slapping y/n’s ass echoing through the car.
“Fuck, Josh” y/n groaned, her cheeks reddening as the video continued to play. “Thought it would make this ride a little better” Josh smirked, dimples dangerously on display.
Josh and y/n sat in a thick sexual silence as the sounds of y/n moaning while Josh ate her out enveloped them.
“Fuck I remember this night” said y/n fidgeting in her seat. Josh felt her palm sweating in his hand. “I came so hard. I always do with you.”
The sounds continued. Josh switched to another video.
“This was when we snuck into that closet after Marcus’s wedding.” Josh turned the volume up even louder.
Josh whispering “Shh, we have to keep quiet.” Whispers of y/n gently swearing as Josh fingered her silently within the dark closet.
Josh noticed y/n biting her bottom lip, her eyes closed, reliving the intimate moment behind her eyelids. They were still sitting in bumper to bumper traffic, no sign of moving.
Josh decided to play a different video.
“This is when I bought you your new toy.” The car was filled with the sound of you both groaning in unison. Josh had complete control over the vibrator snugly tucked away in your underwear. It was a surprise for your anniversary. Y/n sighed as the memory came flooding back. Josh was relentlessly edging you at the table having his way with you. The heat of the moment had you both clawing at each other in the backseat before you made the drive home.
Josh leaned over lifting y/n’s shirt, softly rubbing her stomach. Goosebumps erupted all over her skin as he traced designs with his fingertips back and forth across her. Josh saw the slight twitch of y/n’s hips. Knowing she was enjoying this more than she would like to admit, Josh slid his hand down, unbuttoning her shorts.
Y/n’s eyes sprang open, her eyes trying to adjust to the harsh sunlight.
“Who the fuck cares?” Josh said sliding his fingers through her wetness.
Y/n moaned and lolled her head to the side. Josh turned the volume up louder and louder and began making up and down motions on the underside of y/n’s clit. Josh marveled at how smooth and wet she was already, truly perfect. He craved to taste her, having her juices covering his body. Josh could not believe his eyes the first time he saw her squirt. It was an amazing sight and he could always expect to be slick from her within the first half hour of their lovemaking.
Josh began thinking about all the times he had brought y/n to climax. All the times she would be riding him on top and how his stomach and lap would be shining from her release. His cock was hardening at the thought.
“Shit,” y/n sighed. Josh gently kissed her neck. Y/n began grinding her core against his hand.
“Oh my god, Josh. Don't stop this feels too good,” y/n said breathily. She was hot to the touch. Josh couldn’t wait to have her in his mouth. To have her riding his face.
He wanted her on top of him. Josh gripped the wheel tighter, knuckles turning white as he felt her squirm beneath his touch. His pants tightening as her soft whimpers began to fill the car.
Josh began moving his fingers faster as the sound of their skin slapping became louder on the recording. Josh could tell that this was when y/n had finished.
“Baby,” y/n moaned as Josh slid his two fingers inside her. “Holy fuck,” Josh whispered, y/n beginning to slowly grind into his hand. Josh could feel her tightness around his fingers. He could imagine her perfect pink lips glistening up at him.
They were both practically screaming on the recording. The clip etched into Josh’s brain as he had used it many times to make himself cum while he was away.
Her legs thrown over his shoulders, Josh kissing her calf as he continues to thrust harder into her. Holding each other’s gazes for as long as they could.
Y/n thrusted herself on Josh’s hand harder. “Cum for me. Cum for me with all of these people surrounding us. Let go, y/n!”
“Oh my god,” y/n screamed as Josh curled his fingers upwards inside her. “Baby.. I-I’m gonna cum.” Josh made sure to grind his palm into her clit. Y/n cried out Josh’s name as she came hard. Gripping onto Josh’s shirt and bracing herself against the passenger window.
Josh felt the familiar burst of euphoria seep out of her body and soak through her panties and shorts. “Fuck, baby!” She yelled as her core throbbed and spasmed, releasing the end of her orgasm.
Josh removed his hand from y/n’s shorts and casually licked her off his fingers. Y/n pressed her forehead to the cooled window, trying to catch her breath and refocus.
She reached over and squeezed Josh’s hand gently.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard when we get home..” y/n said after some time. “Just wait,”giving Josh’s jawline a few kisses.
The traffic had finally began to break, and Josh couldn’t wait for what was to come.
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vixthefantheorist · 1 year
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Thoughts on Audio findings
I originally had this typed up on phone but THAT got lost when I had to put it down in the middle of typing to do something because it needed my attention. Came back to it to find that my tumblr app decided to close the tab... so all that was lost. -angy rifter noises- So starting this over AGAIN... I realized I never typed up my thoughts and guess of what was going on in the audio files. I was functioning at 4 hours of sleep yesterday and I had things to do but I had promised to at least get those files out there for everyone. I rushed to get them out there that my brain dead, too tired to think properly self forgot to do the... you know thing of explaining what I thought of what I found. And for that I apologize, I'm sure some of you were curious of what I thought about them and provide a theory for it. And I will provide it here.
But I do want to get something clear, I know I missed a few things in my run around deciphering audio; like Echo's conversation with Chase. I know people burn for it but with my current dismal skill of Audacity and audio editing in general, I couldn't do anything to see if there was any actual words in there or it was just sounds that only Chase (currently for now) could understand and leave us to guess what the hell was being said. For all we know the sounds Echo gives are some kind of code, I don't know. I don't even have the basic understanding of editing or usage of Audacity to even begin to pick that apart. The there's the whispers of Anti's mental assault on Chase's psyche, there's so much going on in there I... couldn't even begin to know where to start on working with that. That's why I gave the full audio of the video in the files I provided in my previous post. Take a crack at it and share it. Heh, We all want to know! Now, I can provide what I heard with a few audio bits. I'm sorry for the wait! I apologize for the volume for the files, I forgot I was wearing a pair of headphones that have its own volume so I had like 2-3x the volume control... which led me to not really change the volume in the files... but I will add these to the google drive for download and you can fiddle with the volume. Though in hindsight, I think that's for the best; with my shitty audacity skills, I could have blown out people's ears. And that would be bad. At least this way, you can adjust them to your own liking without going deaf by some idiot like me. XD First off, starting at 11:13-11:16. This little timestamp holds this Anti whisper...
Originally, I thought it said, "You can't hide from me." (It probably still does) But upon further fiddling around to make Anti's voice clearer, my thoughts on what he says changed. It sounds to me like he says, "You can't help his fate." Followed by his eye. Interesting! Given the fact his eye flickers on the screen like that makes me believe he's talking to whomever is watching through the camera in Chase's room. Meaning Anti is well aware of someone else in the room, watching Chase like he's watching even though he hasn't even shown up yet. Very much talking to US, the viewers, (as well as possibly the other party. Haha, nudge nudge, wink wink. Assuming he even does know they're there. Don't know) since we're the ones hacking the joint to seek out Chase. (Then again when haven't we been meddling around look for the Egos? As well as look for Anti? Come on, you know we were all there for sights of them all. He knows this and it doesn't surprise him that we're here. In fact, he's enjoying this. (I am so sorry, Chase! We were trying to help you, I swear!)) Speaking of that other party! We're at the set of lines I was the most curious of. On the Day Anti decides to drop by for visit to the IRIS facility we get to hear THESE whispers. At 19:58 - 20:04 A lot going on in there huh? But what little you do hear is that someone else (or a group) are already here. Why they are here, we're not sure. But I'll give you some clearer audio files of that same timestamp. I know its a bit hard to hear some of the dialogue in there I don't know how to clean it up any better, sorry. But from what I was able to hear (and probably lost my mind in the abyss of Audacity) is : "You know we have a plan. We can't be here."
"We have/got to go"
"Stop being stupid!" * The one saying "We have/got to go" sounds a bit like Echo... (or the pitch is high, very likely the pitch is high) And the last line... I don't even know where to begin with that one. It sounded like, *"Stop being stupid" "Stop sounding stupid" or "Stop sending stuff". The last bit of that dialogue is just super distorted and I don't know how to fix it, I'm sorry. But of the three guesses to that one thing, I just chose the one that made more sense for the argument. Now is the version of the same time stamp where we only hear Anti's demonic screeching. Settle down there, eldritch boy.
It might not be anything of actual value but the way it sounds, to me at least, sounds like Anti is screeching Chase's name. Creepy. But with all of these together... we can somewhat get a picture here. Besides us, the viewers being here to see Chase and try to find a way to help him, there's another party that's also there, making their own plan. What the plan is... I don't know for sure but I have a guess. Whatever the case is the pair (I don't know if its just two guys, two guys and Echo, or one dude and Echo, working together. For now I'm thinking just the two guys here) are arguing over what to do. These other files are what sounds to be the other half of the pair, arguing back with their partner of what to do. (20:07-20:08, 20:09-20:10, 20:13-20:15, 20:18-20:18, 20:25-20:28)
"No! We are going for it." This one wants to deviate from the plan and do something else while they have the chance, much to their partner's annoyance. But one of them states, "We gotta go." In confusion the partner asks, "What did you see?" Instead of answering the question, they merely urge the other, "Go." They seem to be aware of something, "Whatever happens happens." Suddenly an alarm blares, red lights flashing all over the place as Chase figures that something is happening from Arin's mannerisms and urgency to move. Those very same alarms seem to surprise our other party! One of them exclaiming, "What?!" at the alarm system going on. From the sounds of... My guess is that they didn't see that one coming. (-cue Last Surprise from Persona 5- ...I'm sorry I had to.) Though there is one piece of the whispers I can probably point out at 20:53-20:55. It sounds like it says "He won't give up." I'm not entirely sure, so if anyone can figure that out, cool. And as Chase is dragged down the hall, kicking and screaming, begging to be released... we hear one last thing... before things go silent in that hallway. (21:09-21:11) Anti whispering softly, "This is your grave."
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My Summarizing Thoughts :
So what I can gather from all this... is that the same time we were poking around IRIS' computer systems, there was another party at the facility. I don't know if they were imprisoned in there as well or had broken in on their own. They had a plan of their own that they were going to do but I guess our meddling with the systems changed things for them. I don't know if they're here for the Stone Tablet or somehow planned it to be there to collect Chase and escape the facility together with the rock... maybe, I don't I'm just guessing here. But I don't think they accounted for our meddling which allowed Anti to speedrun (I can't help but think of Anti going "SPEEDRUN!" running around in there) the facility, forcing the party to go into action. What that action is, is anyone's guess. My guess though, is that they're going to try to rescue Chase. How, I'm not sure. Either intercepting from one of the T section of halls Chase is sitting at and block Anti from him or if Marvin is there or something, magic his ass out of there before Anti can kill him. Either case, that scene is not over! And I can't wait (of course I'll wait, I want Sean to have the time to make it as spectacular as he wants it to be and to do that, he needs time. I'm a patient birb) to see what that will entail and what will happen! Also I would like to apologize... again. I wanted this post out MUCH earlier in the day but I kept getting interrupted in my typing. And then, I originally wanted to add audio clips to talk about them, sadly I wasn't aware that there was a limit of how many flies/links one can add to a post. And I really didn't want to break this into two parts... so... here! A SUPER ASS LONG ONE! With timestamps to match to the files I gave. (Yes, I'm well aware there's a lot of files with the same timestamps, I will move those into a folder within the JSE IRIS Clues folder and leave it for anyone to see them if they want. That has been updated as I wrote this out) Well, I hope you guys enjoyed my thoughts on the files. I'm curious to what you guys think, or discover on your own with the audio files I gave. Please do share them, Sean did point out about looking into the audio so I hope there are others out there mining away at this to truly uncover the hidden clues within! At least we know there is another party involved! I'm sorry we screwed up your plans, honest! Please save Chase.
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avo-kat · 2 months
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serious question
why are not all fucking videos at the same volume
why are youtube videos and tumblr videos and tiktok videos and instagram videos and twitter videos and everything all at different fucking volumes
how does this happen. why does this happen. why can i set my whole ass fucking computer volume at 50% and still have to manually adjust the volume for each fucking video.
i hate this shit so much.
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sidneypoindexter · 4 months
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Clumsy Smurf has autism
(originally posted as a blog post on the Smurfs Fanon Wiki, now reposted onto my Tumblr.)
A. PERSISTENT DEFICITS IN SOCIAL COMMUNICATION AND SOCIAL INTERACTION ACROSS CONTEXTS, NOT ACCOUNTED FOR BY GENERAL DEVELOPMENTAL DELAYS, AND MANIFEST BY 3 OF 3 SYMPTOMS
A1. Deficits in social‐emotional reciprocity; ranging from abnormal social approach and failure of normal back and forth conversation through reduced sharing of interests, emotions, and affect and response to total lack of initiation of social interaction.
Poor social imitation
The example for "poor social imitation" is "failure to engage in simple social games." Clumsy Smurf has difficulty figuring out what other Smurfs are doing and going along with it. He's often seen being confused by the other Smurfs' behavior, and not quite fitting in.
A2. Deficits in nonverbal communicative behaviors used for social interaction; ranging from poorly integrated‐ verbal and nonverbal communication, through abnormalities in eye contact and body‐language, or deficits in understanding and use of nonverbal communication, to total lack of facial expression or gestures.
Abnormal volume, pitch, intonation, rate, rhythm, stress, prosody or volume in speech
This mostly applies to the 1980s cartoon. Clumsy Smurf's voice in the 1980s cartoon has unusual intonation and rhythm.
Abnormalities in use and understanding of affect (note: responsive social smile should be considered under A1, while affect that is inappropriate for the context should be considered under A3)
One of the examples offered for "abnormalities in use and understanding of affect" is "inability to recognize or interpret other's nonverbal expressions." I am not quite sure how to describe how this applies to Clumsy, but it does.
A3. Deficits in developing and maintaining relationships, appropriate to developmental level (beyond those with caregivers); ranging from difficulties adjusting behavior to suit different social contexts through difficulties in sharing imaginative play and in making friends to an apparent absence of interest in people.
Difficulties adjusting behavior to suit social contexts
One of the examples offered for "difficulties adjusting behavior to suit social contexts" is "unaware of social conventions/appropriate social behavior; asks socially inappropriate questions or makes socially inappropriate statements." This is something Clumsy does a lot. I can quote multiple moments from the 1980s cartoon alone- "Gosh, Brainy, your trap is the most terrible of all!" "You've already written enough books for two brilliant careers!" etc. In Smurfs: The Lost Village, he does this quite a lot as well- telling Smurfstorm that Gargamel made Smurfette, speaking out loud ("Isn't this exciting?") when the Smurfs are supposed to be being quiet and stealthy, impulsively yelling out "I RODE A DRAGONFLY!" to Papa.
Difficulties in making friends
One of the examples offered for "difficulties in making friends" is "does not play with children his/her age or developmental level (only older/younger)." Clumsy does have a few friends his age. But in multiple episodes with the Smurflings, he's seen just hanging out with them and they like him a lot more than they do the other adult Smurfs. They seem to see him as a friend, rather than a boring adult, despite his age.
Another example offered for "difficulties in making friends" is "has an interest in friendship but lacks understanding of the conventions of social interaction (e.g extremely directive or rigid; overly passive)." This fits Clumsy's relationship with Brainy perfectly. Brainy is incredibly directive and rigid and bossy, and Clumsy is overly passive. In The Smurfiest Of Friends, Clumsy also leaves a party thrown for him in order to go find Brainy, leaving his other friends behind in favor of the friend who said he didn't like him anymore.
B. RESTRICTED, REPETITIVE PATTERNS OF BEHAVIOR, INTERESTS, OR ACTIVITIES AS MANIFESTED BY AT LEAST 2 OF 4 SYMPTOMS:
B1. Stereotyped or repetitive speech, motor movements, or use of objects; (such as simple motor stereotypies, echolalia, repetitive use of objects, or idiosyncratic phrases).
Stereotyped or repetitive speech
One of the examples for "stereotyped or repetitive speech" is "repetitive vocalizations such as repetitive guttural sounds, intonational noise‐making, unusual squealing, repetitive humming." In the 1980s cartoon, Clumsy Smurf makes a lot of non-word noises in reaction to things. He also, more relevantly, has a habit of singing and humming to himself while doing things. All the Smurfs sing the Smurfs song, but Clumsy sings and hums more than the others, making up his own little songs that are only heard for brief periods of time in one episode each.
Stereotyped or repetitive motor movements
One of the examples offered for "stereotyped or repetitive motor movements" is "repetitive hand movements (e.g., clapping, finger flicking, flapping, twisting)." In the 1980s cartoon, Clumsy makes a lot of repetitive hand movements to express emotions. When he's happy, he claps, flaps his arms up and down (flapping one's arms up and down is the most stereotypical stim out there, and he is shown doing it in his model sheet for the 1980s cartoon), and pulls on his hat.
Another one of the examples offered for "stereotyped or repetitive motor movements" is "stereotyped or complex whole body movements (e.g., foot to foot rocking, dipping, & swaying; spinning)." When happy in The Secret Of The Village Well, Clumsy Smurf jumps up and down while clapping. In the episode Clumsy In Command, while thinking, he gently bonks himself on the head with the purple pandyroot stick, and doesn't seem to be aware that he's doing this. In Smurfs: The Lost Village, when he gets really stressed out in the caves, he curls up into a ball and starts rocking back and forth.
Another one of the examples offered for "stereotyped or repetitive motor movements" is "abnormalities of posture (e.g., toe walking; full body posturing)." In the 1980s Smurfs series, Clumsy's natural standing posture is different enough from the other Smurfs that it's pointed out in his model sheet. His legs are straighter, he leans back a bit, his shoulders are held a little higher, his hands are more splayed out, and his smile is wider.
Stereotyped or repetitive use of objects
One of the examples offered for "stereotyped or repetitive use of objects" is "nonfunctional play with objects (waving sticks; dropping items." In All The News That's Fit To Smurf, Clumsy states that he enjoys picking up his rocks and dropping them in order to hear the sound that they make.
B2. Excessive adherence to routines, ritualized patterns of verbal or nonverbal behavior, or excessive resistance to change; (such as motoric rituals, insistence on same route or food, repetitive questioning or extreme distress at small changes).
Adherence to routine
Another example offered for "adherence to routine" is "unusual routines." Clumsy Smurf keeps things clean, like, a weird amount. He washes every rock he finds after he gets it (Papa's Wedding Day), washes his rock collection routinely (Jokey's Cloak). In The Comet Is Coming, he took a bath when he thought the world was going to end because he had to be clean for the big event- even though it doesn’t really matter if you’re slightly dirty at the end of the world. The example in The Comet Is Coming cannot be explained by his low intelligence, as he was under the effect of the intelligence serum at the time.
Rigid thinking
One of the examples offered for "rigid thinking" is "inability to understand nonliteral aspects of speech such as irony or implied meaning." This is a very common thing that Clumsy does. He doesn't understand when other Smurfs are being sarcastic or rhetorical, and he doesn't understand metaphors. In the episode The Astrosmurf, he responds to Brainy's metaphorical and rhetorical question of "Where were you when brains were handed out?" with the very genuine answer of "Gee, I dunno. Maybe I was with you, huh, Brainy?" In the episode The Littlest Giant, he doesn't understand the metaphor "Size is a relative thing." ("Uh, gee, Papa Smurf, I see now what you mean. Size is a relative thing." "Very astute, Clumsy." "Uh, yeah, it's a good thing Simon has big relatives!")
B3. Highly restricted, fixated interests that are abnormal in intensity or focus; (such as strong attachment to or preoccupation with unusual objects, excessively circumscribed or perseverative interests).
One of the examples offered for B3 is "interests that are abnormal in intensity." Another example offered for B3 is "preoccupations; obsessions." Both of these apply to Clumsy Smurf's rock collection in the 1980s cartoon. Clumsy Smurf collects rocks, he loves his rock collection, and it seems to be his main interest. In multiple episodes, other Smurfs see rocks and think of Clumsy- in The Comet Is Coming, Papa Smurf tosses a rock into a pond, and Sassette says "I hope Clumsy didn't need that rock for his collection"; and in Poet's Writer's Block, Poet tells the Wildebeasts to leave his goodbye letter under a rock, because he knows Clumsy will find it if it's under a rock. In Papa's Flying Bed, when Clumsy falls asleep and his dreams start controlling the bed, reminding him of Greedy's cooking or Smurfette doesn't do anything, but reminding him of his rock collection immediately makes him start dreaming about it. I repeat, it was easier to make him dream about his rock collection than it was to make him dream about Smurfette, the girl who he has a crush on.
B4. Hyper‐or hypo‐reactivity to sensory input or unusual interest in sensory aspects of environment; (such as apparent indifference to pain/heat/cold, adverse response to specific sounds or textures, excessive smelling or touching of objects, fascination with lights or spinning objects).
One of the examples offered for B4 is "in all domains of sensory stimuli (sound, smell, taste, vestibular, visual), consider: atypical and/or persistent focus on sensory input." In A Bell For Azrael, he gets so distracted by the sound of bells that he nearly gets run over by a cart, and then gets so distracted by the sound of bells again that he completely ignores Brainy.
C. Symptoms must be present in early childhood (but may not become fully manifest until social demands exceed limited capacities)
We cannot apply this to Clumsy because we don't see much of him as a child, but from what we do see, he seems to have been the same as he is now, just smaller and quieter.
D. Symptoms together limit and impair everyday functioning.
Clumsy Smurf's symptoms limit his ability to communicate with the other Smurfs, as he often doesn't understand what they're saying. His difficulties with friendship cause him to be easily manipulated by Brainy. Being distracted by the bells in A Bell For Azrael nearly got him killed.
Other
Edited to add after I found a PDF of the full DSM-V: According to the DSM-V, "Many individuals with autism spectrum disorder also have intellectual impairment and/or language impairment (e.g., slow to talk, language comprehension behind production). Even those with average or high intelligence have an uneven profile of abilities. The gap between intellectual and adaptive functional skills is often large. Motor deficits are often present, including odd gait, clumsiness, and other abnormal motor signs (e.g., walking on tiptoes)."
In conclusion
In conclusion, Clumsy Smurf can probably be diagnosed as autistic in official canon Smurfs media using the DSM-V diagnostic criteria for autism. He doesn't have nearly as much supporting evidence as Brainy does, but he does fit the criteria.
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