#and i ended up a chat mod which lasted while he ran for a few years

[thehardkandy]

Speedrunning is honestly so cool I remember the first time I heard of it (2011? 2012?) I was like omg!! This is so cool does anyone else know about this???????

[tarosin]

The great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo and ranboo - the best mcc team

this is an extra to the great adventures series

the moment you found out ranboo got into mcc you instantly ran into the room you were sharing pulling him into a hug you were honestly so proud of him and he was going to be with tubbo

“BOO I'M SO PROUD OF YOU YOU'RE GOING TO DO AMAZING”

unfortunately, you weren’t going to be in mcc this month but that didn’t stop you from being over the moon for your friend. when it was finally time for mcc you wished your friend good luck and apologised for not being able to watch his pov as you weren’t about to break the tradition of watching Tommy after all he was your first and biggest supporter. 3 hours later the event ended and everyone who was watching ranboos pov heard you faintly screaming at Tommy over discord whilst tubbo sat laughing and ranboo was concerned, he heard from Tommy that you would often yell at him however he didn’t believe that he was being honest

“FUCK YOU TOMMY STOP LAUGHING YOU HIT ME IN TO GET TO THE OTHER SIDE ON PURPOSE THEN LAUGHED ABOUT ME NOT BEING IN…..fine when I get in I’m requesting to be on Scott's team…I’m still mad at you but you did great I'm so proud of you congrats Tommy I’ll see you soon goodbye”

at the start of the next month, you received a message from Scott

Scott: so I have a few things to tell you 1 - how would you feel about becoming head twitch mod it’s only fair you’ve been my mod for a while and 2 - welcome to mcc make sure to fill in the form asap!

y/n: 1 - of course I’d love to be head twitch mod and 2 - heh??

not long later you received a form at the same time as your friends, you decided not to tell anyone and somehow you managed to keep it a secret, Scott agreed to lie to the others about whos team they’re on as he knew how excited everyone was going to be. today was the day your big secret would be released, you Tommy tubbo and ranboo were sat outside when the notification went out announcing the team honestly you’ll never forget the look on their faces when they realised

MCChampionship_ tweeted: 👑announcing team green guardians 👑

@tommyinnit @tubbolive @ranboosaysstuff @y/n

Watch them in MCC on Saturday, August 28th at 8 pm BST!

“Y/N WHAT THE FUCK”

“congrats y/n”

ranboo didn’t say anything he just tackled you into a hug like you did last month when you found he was in mcc. Tommy and tubbo were still processing what they just read

“Scott fucking lied to me”

“aye I told him to”

“what the fuck”

from then the four of you would constantly stream with each other on the mcc training server, you were a strong team when you weren’t yelling at each other.

time flew by soon enough it was the 28th of August. Tommy genuinely couldn’t believe it his best friend was in mcc and on a team with him and he genuinely believed you all had a decent chance in winning as you were a strong team. Tommy invited you over to stream mcc he claimed it was because there would be three people trying to stream in the same room, in reality, it was because he wanted to see your reaction and be there for your first mcc.

Tommy let you stream from his room he had spent the previous night getting advice from tubbo on how he managed to set up so he could stream with ranboo in the same room.

“you ready y/n”

“of course I’ve been watching and learning from the best”

you and Tommy set up and joined the discord call and the mcc server, it was finally time. similarly to ranboo this was something you had wanted to do since Tommy told you all about it on your way home from school one day. 30 minutes later it was time for the games to begin and this is where the chaos began.

“you know what I hope it’s build mart”

“what the fuck y/n”

“fuck you I’m good at build mart- oh you’re joking it’s fucking parkour tag”

this is when you realised that two screaming teenagers in the same room both trying to stream the event wasn’t the best idea, you and Tommy would constantly scream at poor ranboo who was just trying to hunt the other team

“RANBOO CATCH THEM”

“really y/n?! I thought I’d let them win this round”

unsurprisingly your team was doing great you had won 7/8 rounds but there was still one more round, determined to be the one to get dream you decided to be the hunter

“y/n don’t worry if you can’t get them we’re doing well”

“Y/N IGNORE RANBOO ME AND TOMMY DON'T WANT TO LOSE”

“not putting pressure on me at all thank you boys”

being close friends with technoblade gave you an advantage you didn’t expect due to the fact he helped to “train” you for your first mcc which ended up being the reason you were able to catch them all and then helped the others avoid being caught

“tubbo he's to your left TUBBO I SAID HES TO YOUR LEFT WHY ARE YOU GOING LEFT TOMMY RUN RUN RUN RUN ranboo you’re doing great”

“NO WAY”

you had just successfully won the round against dream sapnap George and quackity and you would never let dream live this down

“do you guys think dream will let me be in one of his manhunts now”

“no”

“fuck you tubbo you’re just mad you couldn’t catch all the runners in yellow yaks. you couldn’t catch jack manifold”

so far everything was going well you were currently in 4th place and your team had high hopes. you all felt the need to confirm to your chats that you’re all not actually mad at each other and not to worry about everything.

the next game was survival games ranboo wasn’t ready for this due to the last mcc where he died pretty early on, it started well you all stuck together as a team until the game was nearly over and you got distracted by a chest and ran away from the others whilst they were fighting another team this ended up being a happy accident in disguise you got the notification that Tommy tubbo and ranboo were killed fighting another team

“oh fuck”

“WE COULD HAVE WON WAIT Y/N DID YOU DIE”

“no”

tubbo could practically hear your smile as you explained to them that you ran off and was currently under a tree watching the others fight, you used the fact they died in the game to your advantage they would tell you if anyone was coming to attack you whilst you ran around collecting loot avoiding the others shooting arrows

“AYO STOP FUCKING SHOOTING ME ITS MY FIRST MCC LET ME WIN”

“Y/N HAVE YOU GOT LAVA”

“I DO AAAAAA PISS OFF LET ME WIN”

“USE THE LAVA YOU CAN EASILY TAKE OUT HALF OF THE REMAINING PLAYERS”

to everyone’s surprise, it worked due to the border being smaller so there was less room to run soon it was you vs punz at this point you were determined to win

“GO Y/N GO GO GO HIT HIM YOU CAN DO IT”

“you’re doing so well y/n”

some may call it beginners luck but you ended up winning the fight against punz

“LETS FUCKING GO Y/N”

“I DID IT OH MY GOD”

the next game was hole in the wall and long story short you sucked, ranboo on the other hand did not. it didn’t take long for you to fall every single round. this helped the others though as you were able to yell which side the wall was coming from

“fuck this stupid game the wall hates me”

“y/n you're supposed to jump through the gaps“

“you know what no I’m going to get on a sapnap alt stream by glitching through”

this didn’t work you died again

“well fuck there I go I guess you’ve got this though guys Tommy you’re doing decent”

“I'm doing great thank you- oh I died FUCK YOU FOR DISTRACTING ME”

“blah blah blah GO TUBBO AND RANBOO”

you couldn’t believe it ranboo was one of the final people remaining, unfortunately, ranboo jumped too late resulting in him falling but nonetheless you were proud of him

“unlucky boo you all did great”

the next game was battle box the four of you had been practising this a lot so there was a lot of pressure to do well especially since you were now in the top 3 on the leaderboard, the strategies you made from practicing paid off you managed to win the majority of the rounds, however, there was a lot of screaming and arguing during the last round

“RANBOO STOP STEALING MY KILLS OR I'M GOING TO START HITTING YOU WITH A SWORD”

“he’s been stealing mine too y/n”

tubbo was honestly playing well during this game and you were amazed

unfortunately, the arguing resulted in you losing the round as you were all focusing on arguing which meant you missed the other team rushing to wool

“unlucky boys”

“7 wins out of 9 rounds honestly isn’t that bad we should still be third we just need to stay strong with the rest of the games”

during the break before the last four games, the four of you sat making plans for the next few round

“I want to get to the other side last I think that will be our strength”

there was still a rather long break left so you did what anyone else would do run around the server and yell this was a huge mistake as it messed with the soundproofing resulting in tommys mic picking you up and vice versa

“so I guess we’re streaming like this now”

“FIX IT”

“well since you asked so nicely tubso…no”

tubbo ended up doing the same to the soundproofing in the room he was in with ranboo were in meaning all four of you were now having a scuffed stream as you ran out of time to fix it because before you knew it, it was time to play sky battle

“right we should go left”

“tubbo will get iron Tommy will make the bridge and y/n will do…something”

you did the same thing techno did in the pride mcc and hid occasionally breaking blocks from underneath people so they would fall the others were doing well the game was a mixture of you all encouraging each other and you all cursing each other out whilst ranboo ignored you all and spoke to his chat

“chat I know you can hear double everyone if I could fix it I would but tubbo y/n and Tommy are being too stubborn to fix everything and we don’t have time”

“Y/N WHERE ARE YOU”

“making people fall to their death can we talk about our feelings now because this is stressful as hell”

“NOT THE TIME”

you all did decently you weren’t amazing at this game but that was expected it was something you all weren’t the biggest fan of but somehow you were all still in third place and that was something you weren’t expecting especially for your first mcc

it was now time for sands of time you all needed to do well

“bruh I wanted build mart what the fuck is this”

“we’re not going to win this game boys”

and tubbo would be corrected that that statement, you ended up having a visual glitch making it difficult, Tommy would constantly get trapped in a dungeon like last time things weren’t loading for ranboo you had no idea what tubbo was doing and quite frankly you didn’t want to find out unless it was going to be good news and considering all you could hear was tubbo yelling anything that came to mind you could guess it wasn’t going well. you tried to rage quit a couple of times only to be yelled at by the others every time you disconnected from the server

“Y/N STOP LEAVING”

“I CAN'T SEE SHIT”

“you’re doing well y/n stay calm we’re going to be fine”

“OH I CAN'T PLAY THIS GAME I'M DYSLEXIC”

“CLEARLY WE'RE NOT FINE TUBBO IS STRUGGLING TOMMY IS LOCKED IN A DUNGEON AND I CAN'T SEE SHIT...HAVE YOU GOT THE LETTER N YET”

“no, they’re spawning one in for me”

“could them maybe I don’t know speed up the process”

yeah you ended up losing that game and got knocked down the 4th good news is it was only by a couple hundred points

next up was ace race

“do yous reckon Scott's tested this map”

“aren’t you his head twitch mod”

“you’re right I'll message him and find out”

luckily you all managed to do pretty well, Tommy was off to a great start you tubbo and ranboo weren’t far behind you all agreed to follow each other rather than the crowd which paid off as when everyone else went the wrong way rather than following you all managed to go the right way thanks to ranboo yelling he thinks that he knows where to go and thankfully he was correct which put Tommy first tubbo second ranboo third and you fourth, you all ended up lapping people on your final lap and honestly, none of you guessed this would happen but you weren’t exactly complaining. a few moments later you all crossed the finishing line and were the first team to finish giving you the bonus points you needed to push you to second place

“did you know since I first got into mcc I would put y/ns name down for who I wanted to play with”

“TOMMY OH MY GODDDD”

a few seconds later you showed up on Tommy's face cam as you ran over to him giving him a hug

“you’re doing great y/n we might get into dodgebolt”

“dude we’re winning this shit”

soon enough it was time for the last game (unless you got into dodgebolt) and luckily it was to get to the other side

“we've got this we have actually got this we’re going to get to dodgebolt”

you stuck with Tommy for almost every round mainly because speed bridging wasn’t for you. you were all doing great you were the first team to finish for multiple rounds however you were also the last team to finish for a few rounds

“boys I'm not sure if we’ll get through”

“We all had fun”

“if we get into dodgebolt we’re going to be against dream”

“WILL YOU ALL FUCKING FOCUS”

“no- OW TOMMY HIT ME WITH A PEN”

“IT WAS THE CLOSEST THING WOULD YOU RATHER I CHUCK MY COMPUTER MOUSE”

“will you two quit fighting we’re about to find out the final scores.”

3..2..1

“oh my god”

“what the fuck”

“ranboo and y/n are about to play dodgebolt”

“LETS GO WHAT THE FUCK”

you all did it you successfully kept 2nd place somehow now all you had to do was win dodgebolt against dream George sapnap and quackity. safe to say you and ranboo were nervous as fuck and rightfully so as you all lost the first game

“let’s be serious we need to focus now”

you all won the next round

“LETS FUCKING GO WE'VE GOT THIS”

it was now the third round Tommy and tubbo were now out it was you and ranboo against dream and sapnap

“bruh were fucked ranboo”

ranboo took aim and somehow hit sapnap whilst you took a moment to type a message in chat

y/n: it’s my first mcc how do you feel knowing you’re about to lose

it was now your turn to take aim and Tommy yelling in the background wasn’t helping you and the yelling made you shoot before you were ready luckily ranboo picked up an arrow and was able to hit dream, it was now 1 vs 2 if you won this round you would all be the champions and that’s exactly what happened you all quit yelling at each other hell you muted the discord call so you could focus all you could hear was Tommy next to you occasionally supporting you

“come on y/n final round. you’re about to win your first mcc I’m so proud of you”

“you’re doing amazing Tommy thank you for everything now let’s win this thing”

and just like that, it was over Tommy took the final shot and hit sapnap

you all unmuted the four of you yelling

“TOMMY TUBBO RANBOO I'M SO PROUD OF YOU GUYS”

“WE DID IT WE FUCKING DID IT”

“OH MY GOD”

“WELL DONE EVERYONE”

this time Tommy ran over to you pulling you into a hug he was genuinely so proud of you and the others

“you did it y/n you won your first mcc that’s amazing”

“I couldn’t have done it without you or the others I love you all”

after talking to the other teams and ending stream

you and Tommy stayed on call with tubbo and ranboo

“you two need to make your way back here”

“me and y/n could probably catch a train if we’re very quick”

you nodded and quickly grabbed everything you needed thankfully your good luck hadn’t come to an end yet as you and Tommy were able to catch one of the last trains, Tommy had an arm around you as he noticed you were getting tired after all you did just go through the stress of your first mcc to over 170k viewers you ended up falling asleep on his shoulder a few hours passed and you were at the last stop Tommy lightly tapped your shoulder

“hey y/n were here tubbo and ranboo are waiting for us over there…let’s go celebrate this win shall we”

an: do not publish my work :)

taglist:

@emma0nline @fuzzycloudsz @wtfwriter @bearytime @milkydisaster @dumb-chaotic-bi-energy @uselesssapphickitten @l0ver0fj0y @etheriaaly @xx-smiley-xx @hawarun @kylobensgirl @cawcaw-pretty-thing @reverse-iak @renleicrashed @augustine-is-joy @c1loudee

[owaowabetch]

Minecraft pt. 1 (Sykkuno x F!Reader)

Oneshot (maybe part of a series??? idk we’ll see): Even though you’ve never played minecraft, you still manage to build a great house with your basement buddy. Friendship with a hint of romance. This is season 1 of the OTV ftb server (Pre-relationship; part of Uh-oh & Impasta)

“Ok guys, so today’s stream is going to be a lil different” You chat to your stream “We are going to be playing Minecraft with the OTV gang and other people we’ve played among us with!” Waiting for Minecraft to load on your pc, you continued on chatting “We will be playing GTA later on in the stream, we have a few jobs lined up with some people, so hopefully we get a lot of money from that” 

You minimized your face cam into a corner as your character appeared in a random spawn area near quite a few people. You saw multiple boxy players run around and hitting each other. So, you walked around picking up flowers  and with the help of some members of your chat, you managed to collect wood.

“OH! HEY Y/N!!” A loud crunchy voice yelled terribly into your ear causing you to cringe visible and immediately start hitting them with the wood in your hand.

“Your mic is dank man” You continue hitting them, which turned out to be Leslie and she starts to hit you back with a laugh. You guess her flowered hand overpowered your wood and hungry state, because you died and respawned to where you first showed up.

“Ah fuck” You complained before another boxy figure showed up infront of you and you recognized the blue shirt and green striped scarf, so you cheered. “Sykkuno!”

“Hey, Y/N!” His character moved his head up and down “What happened? How did you die?”

“Leslie’s mike was..crunchy?? And then she killed me!” You jump around

Sykkuno laughs “What? I’m surprised mobs havent got you. I’ve been killed many times by them” and in comedic fashion poki ran by screaming for help as she was being chased by a giant spider. You both watched as she would turn and hit it before continuing on her run.

It killed her. She puffed into smoke and in her place was a grave.

You both laugh as Sykkuno gasps out her name and you both run to her grave.

“Is this part of the mod? Or is it part of minecraft” You ask crouching on her grave and read her name.

He jumped around you with an answer “ Uh no it’s a mod that abe put in. If you break it the stuff you died with will spawn out”

“Oh” Continuing the crouch and uncrouch “What now?”

“Well i was going to find some of my graves, but I’m gunna find wood to make tools and find food” He answered and with that you decided to follow him

You collect the fruit from the near by trees and kill some of the animals with an axe that Sykkuno made you. Along the way you collected flowers and wood.

“We should find a house before it gets dark and more mobs come and kill us” Sykkuno walks to you then throws a stack of wood on the floor “Or maybe you build us a house. I’m not good at that type of thing”

You stare into your cam and do the debbie ryan “Oh my god, living together?” You pick up the stack of wood and start building a small house “Is that good?”

“Ya, that’s great! I’ll put the door down and I got us some beds, so we now have a spawn point. So when we die we just end up here” He explains doing so

Nodding along to what he said, you start putting the flowers you collected around the house before entering the house. He put the beds down next to each other. Making sure to mute yourself, you do the finger point and with a ‘tch’ sound you smile “ Oh my God Chat! Our beds are next to each other !?! How crazy. Heehee”  

The house was lit up with torches. “Click on the bed” He tells you and you do so. Your characters laid there side by side and your chat was hearing you make embarrassing noises. “Chat better not be telling him how embarrassing I’m being please. This is a desparate plea for you guys not to tell him!! Like Im joking guys please” With a laugh, your character gets off the bed and you walk out.

“Oh!” In Sykkuno’s hand was a flower “I noticed you picking up flowers and I know that [Flower/Name] is your favorite, so i picked some up for you”

You can’t stop the smile that appears on your face nor the flush on your cheeks “You are so fucking cute”

“Wha-?” You interrupt him “This is so sweet, honestly Sy.”

He throws them on the ground “It’s no problem. Just saw them and remembered how much you liked them “ and you pick them up, putting them at the entrance of the door “I love it!!! Thank You Sykkuno!!”

He hums and jumps around. You check chat, when a donation comes in telling you to check it, and read that he was purposefully was looking for the flowers because he knows how much you would’ve loved them. You don’t believe them at first, telling them that while he is nice, going around looking for a flower doesn’t seem like a productive thing to do. So, someone from your chat sent a clip of him telling his viewers that he was looking for your favorite flower to give to you. His excuse was that this as your first time playing minecraft, so he wanted you to enjoy it and thought it would be a great present until he can find diamonds.

“Guys! No!! That is so sweet!” You cry out blushing even further

“Hey guys!” A voice called out. A voice you immediately recognized to be Liliy’s “Come look at my house!” Looking up you see her stood further up from the both of you. She started making her way down and gasped “Are those [F/N]!?! Where did you find these! The look so pretty!”

“Yea” You jumping once more “Aren’t they cool?”

“YES! Can I have one?” She asked standing next to them “Is this your house? I love the flowers around them”

“I guess this is where we live now” You respond

“Both?” Lily questioned “You and Sykkuno are living together!?!”

“Yea! He actually gave me the [F/N]s, so you can’t..have them..” You respond to her awkwardly

Lily turns to Sykkuno and hits his character “You fucking simp”

He gasps “Lily” but she ignores him “I’ll take a different flower as a housewarming gift. Now follow me!”

“Y/N, why don’t you go see it while I gather up more materials” Sykkuno told you

You follow her up the small mountain? And there laid her pink house and you gasped “There is pink wood!?!”

“Yea, you just need pink dye. I have a bunch left if you want some” She offered you

“I don’t know if Sykkuno would want to live in a pink house” You enter her house and notice chests and peak into them

“He’d want what you want so just go for it.” She places the flower she took from your house next to hers. “Those chests belong to other people, but here’s mine.” She hits the chest in her house “I think i have like 20 of the pink wood left, so you can just take the rest”

You took the stack from her chest “Awesome! Your house is nice! It’s big too! I’d have to remake our house into something bigger”

“Yea, it’s kinda ugly since it isn’t pink” She tells you causing you to laugh

“It was a last minute thing to hid in during the night” Holding the pink wood in your hand “I’ll probably look up some building tips and stuff later to make a cool place, but thanks Lily!”

You hung out in her house talking with people as they came and went as Lily went to find more flowers to surround her house in. Though someone interesting came in, wearing the generic steve skin with a slightly creepy face.

“Hey Miyoung!” Lily called from out her house

“Hi Lily” She responded “I’m just letting you know I’m putting a death trap in your home. Please don’t tell the victims”

You snorted in amusement “Can I help with that?”

She moves towards you in her crouched state, so you respond in kind. You both just stared at each other in your crouched position circling each other “Okay, so I have a bucket of oil, so I want to dig a hole in the ground and push people into it”

Nodding your head “Clean, my chat was telling me that there is a trapped door, so why not put one on the ground above it and just have people walk in it?”

“We should also put a sign down there, so as they’re slowly sinking to their death, there’ll be a sign that mocks them” Nodding her characters head “I have some signs already, I’ll make the trapped door”

Taking a shovel from your hotbar, you dig a hole 6 blocks down, digging the other side as you make your way down. You then walk to the other side and start to make your way up.

“You should leave an open space for the sign, maybe 2 blocks open?” Miyoung tells you as she eyes you from above. You jump out of the hole you created and shovel 2 dirt blocks. She places a sign down and covers it up with a wood plank that matches the floor of Lily’s house “Wait I need to put the oil down”

So, she breaks the floor once more and jumps in to put the oil in before making her way back up. “I just put RIP on the sign, I think it’ll help them realize that they will die, so..”

“Alright clean clean” You jump around and watch as she places a trap door on the floor above it and placing a sign in front of it.

“We should probably look for victims” Miyoung tells you

You make your character swing their arm around towards the chests in Lily’s home “Well people have stuff in here, so maybe we should wait for someone to come in to grab something and lure them”

“Sounds good” She says and as she says this Sykkuno comes barging in.

“Hey y/n!” He cheers “Oh hey Miyoung! Lily told me that she has a bucket in her chest that she’ll let me borrow. So, I’m just trying to find her chest. Don’t mind me” He rifles through them “Can’t seem to find them “

You open the trap door and look at him before he turns to you two “Oh is it in here?” and down he goes. “Oh!? IS THIS A TRAP”

You start giggling as he starts to panic laugh “y/n? miyoung? Help!”

You both just crouch above him and stare as he slowly sinks “Guys, any help? please? y/n?”

Miyoung just closes the trap door and walks away and in the little chat says that Sykkuno died in due to [Sticky Dipping], so you type in an apology as you make your way back towards the house. You meet him and apologize to him once again.

“It’s no problem. It was actually kind of funny, but check in the chest I have in the house. I got some more stuff for you for the house” He tells you  “I’m gunna go back to get my stuff and the bucket, so i’ll catch you later!”

“Alright, see ya Sy!” You cheer back to him and make your way into the house.”Alright chat, let’s see what he gave us! I’m not reading what you guys, say so no spoilers~”

You open the wooden box and inside were more pink wood planks, glass, stairs, torches, other house materials to make building easier, and some more of your favorite flowers.

You feel your chest tighten as the butterflies appear in your stomach. You smile largely and giddy, opening and closing your mouth trying to gather the words to express how you felt, you were pleasantly surprised by the things he left you.

You wanted to squeal at how nice he is. It is hard to come across a genuinely nice guy that wanted nothing but friendship with you. So, it was easy to fall for Sykkuno; but it was hard to admit to yourself your growing feelings for him, because love is scary and being in love with your friend is even scarier. Once those feelings come out, you can’t take them back and things just become different. So, it is safe to say that you’ll be keeping them to yourself.

“By the way” Sykkuno starts causing you to jump in real life, as you were sat pondering to yourself “The server is making a town square a few blocks away, so why don’t we move the house there?”

You start collecting the items in your inventory “Yea! Are you going to need help carrying the rest of the stuff there?”

He starts breaking the items in your old home “If you have the room for some that’ll be great! yea!”

Once you both gathered the things you wanted to take, you guys bound towards where the Town Square was being made.

“Oh! By the way, can I request you build a basement for me in our house?” Sykkuno asks

The thought of him referring to the house as ‘ours’ made you smile “Yea, but can I ask why you want one?”

“Don’t worry. I won’t build anything that’ll blow up our house” Sykkuno dodges the question

‘Our’ house. Maybe one day that can be a real life possibility. You couldn’t contain the smile growing on your face even further. Maybe one day you’ll have the courage to tell him how you feel.

As you start building near Leslie’s house, a thought suddenly pops into your head ‘Sykkuno there is a girl into you’

[lilydalexf]

Old School X is a project interviewing X-Files fanfic authors who were posting fic during the original run of the show. New interviews are posted every Tuesday.

Interview with Slippin’ Mickeys

Only 3 stories by Slippin’ Mickeys ended up at Gossamer, but she’s written many more stories than that. She’s also one of the few authors who posted numerous stories during the show’s original run and then again in the revival years. I’ve recced some of my favorites of her stories here, including Last Chance Falls and Currahee. Big thanks to Slippin’ Mickeys for doing this interview.

Does it surprise you that people are still interested in reading your X-Files fanfics and others that were posted during the original run of the show (1993-2002)?

I would say that it does and doesn't surprise me. It surprises me that anyone would want to read something I wrote all those years ago, (only in that I was an actual teenager at the time, and had no chops at all -- I've grown a lot as a writer, and honestly have trouble reading my old stuff because I would have made much different creative decisions now). But the fanfiction that came out of the original run of the show -- from almost day one -- was so rich and varied and a lot of it so well written that I am not the least bit surprised that people want to read it today. I go back and read old favorites often, and am always thrilled to find something that's new-to-me, even if it's 27 years old.

What do you think of when you think about your X-Files fandom experience? What did you take away from it?

The first thing I think about when I think about my fandom experience are the friends I made along the way. The X-Files came up with the internet, and there was a whole new way of connecting with people that liked the things that you liked. To this day, I am good friends with many people that I met through the show back in 1997-98. When the revival came about, I dove back in, and made new, more recent friendships that are just as rich. I love the show, but I also love the people I met along the way.

Social media didn't really exist during the show's original run. How were you most involved with the X-Files online (atxc, message board, email mailing list, etc.)?

I first got into the show's online community on some random message board that I think I probably found through a Yahoo search one day in a computer lab on my university's campus. I connected with one woman from Greece named Fay that day, who invited me to join a group of women that chatted about the show after it aired on Monday nights. After the first time I hooked up with them, we talked almost daily via ICQ. Later, in the early aughts, I found the forums on Mighty Big TV/Television Without Pity, where some of the most intelligent discussion was going on. The forums were heavily moderated, and so they were always on topic, and it was just a smart, funny, great place to be.

Eventually, I started working for TWoP as both a writer and moderator (surprise! A lot of people don't know this because TWoP protected the identities of their mods so well, but I was the X-Files board mod after Jessica left!). It was my first paid writing gig and opened doors for me both professionally and personally. Two TWoP recappers were in my wedding!

What did you take away from your experience with X-Files fic or with the fandom in general?

Fanfiction opened my eyes to storytelling as a medium. I'd obviously gone to school and read books, but it opened my eyes to words to could do and be. It was a heady time. There were stories of every stripe. Short, long, canon-compliant, AU, experimental, you name it. We had such gifted writers, too. To this day, I'd almost rather read a piece of well written fanfic than a good book. Fanfic made me want to be a storyteller myself.

What was it that got you hooked on the X-Files as a show?

It was the 'ship. God bless the ship. My first episode was Never Again, but I didn't watch again until I was sitting with my college roommate freshman year and she was like "sorry, but I have to watch The X-Files on Sunday nights." That first episode was Redux. The next week was Redux II, and by then it was all over for me. The lengths Mulder and Scully would go to for each other? And the relationship wasn't even sexual? Here were two people who loved each other. Really loved each other. Selflessly. I was SO IN.

What got you involved with X-Files fanfic?

At first, I started reading it. This was back when you could only watch the show in reruns or on those VHS tapes that were sold in three packs that had two eps on each tape (I still have the trading cards that came with them), so after I burned through the VHS options (of which there were few), and set my VCR to tape the weekly reruns on FX, I needed MORE. I found fanfic. And in fanfic, Mulder and Scully actually like, kissed and maybe even had sex! I read everything I could get my hands on. Pretty soon, I wanted to write it myself.

What is your relationship like now to X-Files fandom?

Things are tough these days. It's a hard world to live in, and politics aside, it just feels like everything is falling apart around us. When I first found the show, my life was in a bit of upheaval and I dove into the fandom to distract myself. I'm doing the same thing these days. When the show ended, I left the fandom and lived without it for about 15 years. But when the revival came (and really only after finishing season 11 -- season 10 didn't do much for me), I dove back in. I have quite a few more responsibilities these days, but when I can't watch the news anymore, I log on to XF Twitter (I use my fandom account far more than my IRL account) or Tumblr and get lost for a while. And most nights find me reading or writing fanfic before bed. When the world gets better (I'm cautiously optimistic) and the show has been off the air for years and years, will I leave again? Maybe. But for now, it's once again my happy place.

Were you involved with any fandoms after the X-Files? If so, what was it like compared to X-Files?

Nothing hardcore. The X-Files is my ride or die.

Do you ever still watch The X-Files or think about Mulder and Scully?

I do an occasional episode or movie rewatch. Not too often, but when I'm jonesing and have 45 free minutes, I'll put one on. But I'm writing fanfic again, and I get hit with inspiration at random and odd intervals, so it's safe to say I find myself thinking about Mulder and Scully probably more than is healthy.

Do you ever still read X-Files fic? Fic in another fandom?

All the time. The old stuff, the new stuff, the good stuff. If I have five minutes and my kid is entertaining himself? I'll happy pull out an old favorite.

Do you have any favorite X-Files fanfic stories or authors?

I'm reluctantly abstaining from this question, as I'm still active in the fandom and I know that naming favorites will hurt some feelings.

What is your favorite of your own fics, X-Files and/or otherwise?

Of The Eight Winds is probably my favorite. I've had a lot of fun writing AU's lately. It's a nice creative outlet, taking our favorite agents and plunking them in a totally different world.

Do you think you'll ever write another X-Files story? Or dust off and post an oldie that for whatever reason never made it online?

Do I! I have a whole ass queue. It's frankly irresponsible.

Do you still write fic now? Or other creative work?

I was writing professionally before I had a baby, and I took years off to be a stay at home mom. Once my kiddo was finally in school full time, I started writing again. With the pandemic, that's for the most part on hold, as I just don't have the bandwidth to dedicate to professional work. Fanfic is easier to play with when you only have five minutes here or there, and it's also great exercise when it comes to plotting and prose, so I'm  sticking with fic for now. When the kiddos are all back in school, maybe I can start getting paid again.

Where do you get ideas for stories?

I get a lot of prompts that I just adore. And honestly, a lot of times, I'll post a stupid picture or ridiculous prompt of my own on Twitter and get dared to write it. If the idea gets stuck in my craw, I generally have to exorcise the demon.

What's the story behind your pen name?

Bad Blood had just aired and I was obsessed with it. I wanted to pay homage to it, so took Mulder's "who slipped him the mickey?" quote and ran with it. Do I regret that? Sometimes.

Do your friends and family know about your fic and, if so, what have been their reactions?

My husband knows and is supportive. He's a working writer, so he supports my endeavors, though I know he wishes I were doing something I could monetize. But it makes me happy, and ultimately: happy wife, happy life and all that jazz.

The friends of mine that I've made through the fandom all know and are super supportive.

As for the rest, well... I have a nom de plume on purpose!

Is there a place online (tumblr, twitter, AO3, etc.) where people can find you and/or your stories now?

All my newest work is on AO3. My old stuff can be found on various archives. Like the truth... it's out there.

Is there anything else you'd like to share with fans of X-Files fic?

I'd leave it with: we're a blessed fandom. The show we stan (even with the real stinkers, there's always something to love) keeps giving, the fellow fans are all some of the smartest, sweetest, and most dedicated people out there... we've been blessed for 25 years, and I don't see that stopping any time soon.

(Posted by Lilydale on August 11, 2020)

[darth-el]

The Bucket List - Chapter 1 (Mods And Rockers)

Pairing: Steve x Reader Warnings: Body modifications and underage drinking with a bit of fluff.  A/N: This is the first chapter of my series, I still haven’t worked out how many chapters this is going to be but I hope you enjoy it and feedback is always welcome. Word Count: 1.3K

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

Join my taglist here

The sun broke through the gaps in the curtains which woke you up. Steve was asleep and holding onto you closely, as you moved he mumbled slightly and pulled you in closer making you smile. You watched him sleep for a few minutes before he woke up. “Morning,” You said quietly.

“Morning,” He mumbled giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“Are you ready for today?” You beamed a smile at him as today was the start of your bucket lists.

“You know I am.” He chuckled as he rolled out of the bed and into the bathroom so you could both start your day.

You were in a couple of towns over and were sitting in Steve's car staring at the shop opposite which looked out of place in the town. Steve's jaw was clenched as the reality of his bucket list was slowly hitting him. “Are you okay?” You turned in your seat and started playing with Steve's hair, he just slowly nodded. “I'll be right there with you.” you reassured him.

In the shop Van Halen was playing over the speakers and the quiet buzz of needles were heard, Steve started look incredibly pale and he started focus on his breathing to calm himself down. A woman who wasn't much older than you and had more piercings in her face than you could count bounced over to you and greeted you. She sat Steve down and asked what he wanted, the days leading up to this he couldn't decide what he wanted. After talking to the woman for a little while he decided to get a a phoenix tattoo on his shoulder blade as you called him your phoenix. He was taken over to the chair and you sat down opposite him as the woman started to tattoo him. He winced the moment the needles hit his skin. “Focus on your breathing,” The woman chuckled. “We can stop any time you want,” She reassured him. “Where are you two from?” She asked to take Steve's mind off the needles piercing through his skin.

“We're from Hawkins,” Steve answered trying to sound calm.

“I grew up there,” The woman exclaimed as she dipped the needle in ink. “Do you know Carol Perkins?” She asked with genuine curiosity, you both rolled your eyes.

“We do,” You exhaled not really trying to hide your disdain.

“She's my cousin,” The woman laughed as she wiped away some excess ink.

“I'm so sorry.” You chuckled as Steve squeezed your hand.

“Thank you.” She laughed as she started the shading on the tattoo making Steve wince again.

The woman wiped down the tattoo and Steve looked at his tattoo in the mirror and a big smile on his face appeared. You just watched him as he admired the new artwork on him, you hadn't seen him be this happy for a long time and it made you extremely happy. The woman explained to him how to take care of it and you both listened intently as it was a lot of information to take in. “Do you think you can handle the piercing today as well?” The woman asked as Steve showed his tattoo off to you proudly.

“I think so,” Steve sounded euphoric and sat back down on the chair trying not to knock the tattoo. You learnt the woman's name was Emily and ran away from home when she was sixteen all while  she punctured a hole into Steve's nose making him flinch as she put the silver ring in. “How do I look?” Steve beamed a smile at you.

“You look a new man.” You laughed as he stood up and showed himself off to you making you hit him playfully. Steve paid for everything and you made your way to the car and drive to Chicago so you could tick two things off your bucket list as well.

You and Steve spent the day exploring Chicago and taking photos of each other with a disposable camera you bought on an impulse. During your exploration you found a pizzeria where you both ate your weight in pizza. Your plan for the evening was to find a band playing but by the time you had finished your pizzas you were both ready to sleep. The city skyline was lighting up which made you feel nostalgic as you led Steve by the hand to a random bar where you could hear music play and a crowd of people outside chatting. As you drew closer you became visibly more excited as it was the polar opposite of Hawkins where it was so full of life. “What do you think?” Your face lit up with joy as you turned to Steve.

“It's up to you.” Steve seemed as eager to you to go in. Pulling him in and pushing your way through the crowd so you could get to the bar. It was so loud that you could barely hear yourself think let alone anyone else around you. You stood at the bar and you could feel Steve wrap his arm around your waist and pull you in closely and kissing the top of your head.

“What can I get you?” The barman asked leaning on the counter.

“Vodka,” You ordered and looked up at Steve who was contemplating what he wanted.

“Beer,” Steve shouted over the music. Once you got your drinks you made your way to where the band was playing and you knocked back your vodka like it was water and started dancing with Steve. You didn't know who the band were but you both felt the most free you had done in a long time. It felt like all the past troubles were just that, past troubles. By the end of the set you were both sweating profusely from dancing, you pulled Steve outside as you needed some air as you could feel your clothes to stick to you. Standing outside, the streets were still full of life something you never experienced in Hawkins. “Do you think London is like this?” You turned round to Steve who was watching you as you swayed to the sounds around you.

“I think London will be better.” Steve was deep in thought as he watched you.

“Why do you think so?” You took a step closer to Steve and he wrapped his arm around to pull you in closer to him.

“Because you'll be there.” Steve's voice had a hint of sadness in it as he didn't like to think of you going away. The music started up again and Steve was the one who pulled you back into the bar this time and bought you a drink. Instead of dancing you were both standing by the bar watching the band who were less energetic than the last but just as mesmerising. You were resting your head on Steve's arm, it felt like you were the only people in the bar which made it feel magical. By the time the bands had finished you felt like there was a change in the air which you couldn't explain but it made you feel optimistic.  

On the drive home you were both sleepy but were on a high from the day. Yours and Steve's hands were intertwined as Steve was driving, the dim lights occasionally caught Steve's silver nose ring. You were thinking about your bucket list and what you wanted to do next on it. “Are you sleepy?” Steve squeezed your hand as you could feel your eyes getting heavy, you just nodded your head and grumbled. “I'll wake you up when we get back to yours.” Steve said softly.

“Thank you.” You whispered as you fell asleep in your seat still holding onto Steve's hand as you could feel him gently stroke yours with his thumb.

[long-bodyswap]

Fuck With Dad

by vchris1989

This is a collection of chapters I wrote for an interactive story, except for the last chapters, which are by landers of writing.com.  I mark these chapters clearly.  I loved them so much that I had to add them as they build on the adventure I got started for Dad.  

Fuck, there is just something so hot about taking over your dad. Sure, social stigma is still lurking somewhere in the back of your head, but it’s quickly disappearing as you look down at your sculpted and toned masculine body.

“Didn’t get any of these good genes, I guess,” you say, getting so excited from that deep and rich voice leaving your mouth. You can’t help but marvel at this body. Late 30’s, still in its physical prime, abs and pecs that look sculpted by God himself dusted with a perfect amount of hair. You go over to a mirror and end up in a state of giddy laughter as you watch your dad’s face form all sorts of ridiculous expressions. God, he is such a handsome man. I mean, your old body was just fine, average with no problems, but you could seriously get used to this. Going from a thin 5’8” to a toned as fuck 6’1” sounds like a good deal in just about anyone’s book.

All these random thoughts really have you turned on, and that’s when you notice some blood flow going on “downstairs.” A chill runs down your spine as you begin unknowingly rubbing your strong hands over your borrowed muscles. You finally realize what you’re doing as you begin lightly twisting and playing with your nipples.

“Ohhhh Fuck! You’re sensitive as fuck!” you yell at the mirror through pleasant laughs. Soon you’re gasping as you rub those strong hands over those washboard abs leading down to the focus of your sexual buildup. Pulling down your dad’s boxers you are finally able to bear witness to the 8 inch cock that brought you into this world.

“Now THAT’s a dick,” you coo with a sexy tone as you go ahead and wrap your fingers around it. SHIT, you’re so hard but as you make the first gentle stroke down the base of the dick your whole body shudders as you feel an explosion of pleasure.

You see your dad’s face contort in pleasure along with his sexy body squirming from sensation.

You lean forward resting an arm against the mirror as you look directly into the eyes of your dad’s reflection and say, “Holy shit, Pops, you’ve had it so good!”

With renewed determination you stand straight up again and move your arm to make another stroke.

Your knees almost buckle, but you take a deep breath and make another stroke and another and finally many rapid strokes over and over and over again.

“Ohhhhh FUCK!!! FUCKING GOD!!! YES! HELL FUCKING YEAH!!!” you’re shouting as you begin thrusting into your stroking hand.

Holy crap this is so hot.

*Thrust*

Just look at the way dad’s abs are glistening with sweat!

*Thrust*

Oh my-Fuck!!! Look at that chest!

You take your free hand and immediately begin tweaking those sensitive nips, making you moan so loudly you struggle to take your next breath.

Getting caught up in the moment you begin talking to your hot reflection. Between panted breaths you manage to gasp:

“Oh Yeah! You like that don’tchya? A stud like you just can’t keep this meat to himself, huh? Fuck!!! That feel good, huh stud? Yeah you really love it when I stroke you like THIS—MOTHER FUCK!!! Fuck yeah that’s it, right there!!” You roar with a tone of joy and ecstasy that is so hot coming from your dad’s mouth.

Your whole body is starting to feel sore and you’re sweating like crazy as you pass 45 minutes of this intense dick pounding. Thrusting and stroking and abs contracting for dear life set the stage as you’re gaze lies intensely on your reflection. You’re taking a break from the sexy chat as you try to control your breathing, but then it happens.

You see your dad’s face light up with alert as you feel pressure building in your groin.

“Oh hear it comes!!!” You shout between breaths. Faster! Faster! Faster! You keep stroking and thrusting faster until every vein on your body looks like it’s going to burst! The expression on your dad’s face shifts to desperation…your desperation…but seeing that on his rugged face sends you over the edge!

“Oh FUCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!! Ungh!!!!! AHHHH!!!”

Your dick is like a fucking machine gun sending round after round of hot cum flying over the mirror. You lean against the mirror as you moan like a cheap whore, feeling ecstasy and release course through every cell of your dad’s body. God, it feels like you just ran a marathon! And to think, the old man feels this good every time he wants to rub one out! Well, now you get to! This last thought makes you giddy with laughter as you stand up straight once again, finally feeling comfortable and confident about possessing your dad’s sexy body.

Running a finger through the cum on the mirror, you bring it to your open mouth and devour those sex juices.

“Yeah you like that, don’t’ you? You’re a queer for cock. You fucking love it!” You taunt your dad’s reflection before getting on your knees and licking up every last drop of cum. After that, you just lay on your back on the floor marveling in your afterglow and beaming with a prideful smile as you run your hands up and down your new body.

“Today’s going to be a good day.”

God, you loved hearing that voice express your thoughts.You try to catch your balance as you rise to your feet, still trying to catch your balance, your whole body still feeling a wave of euphoria (or rather your dad’s body). Once up right you take a moment to enjoy the view. The world sure feels great from 6’1” off the ground. And you just can’t get over that sculpted chest and your sexy body hair. It just gives off this virility, this pure masculinity that made you feel so handsome and confident.

Realizing it’s Saturday, you have no idea what your dad usually does today seeing as how you’re usually out and about with friends on the weekends. In a flash you have a solution. You quickly put on your dad’s boxers and wipe of his excess sweat with a spare towel. Then you lie down on your back in dad’s bed and begin concentrating.

Breathe. Focus. Breathe.

Soon your slime form starts exiting your dad’s cock with a smooth and steady flow. It feels so pleasurable that you want to scream, but you manage to remain quiet whilst your toes and torso are squirming in pleasure.

“Come on, just a little more” you huff with great effort before the last of your gel exits with a popping sound. Everything goes black.

It takes you just a moment to regain vision as you crawl down dad’s inner thighs and roll off the side of the bed. You take on your human form again and as you stand up you see your dad’s slumbering form. His beautiful chest and toned torso are rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm. His hands are gracefully relaxed one on his abs and the other cupping his manly cock.

I wish I could touch his body with his own hands again.

You finish this thought right as your dad’s eyes begin fluttering open ever so gently. He makes a big stretch and yawns something fierce before absentmindedly smiling and gently rubbing his washboard abs.

So fucking cute.

“Oh Cody!” Your dad states in surprise, “I didn’t see you there. What are you-?”

Before saying another word, Dad sees his semi hard cock tenting his boxers and grabs a pillow to cover his crotch. He’s red as a tomatoes and trying to make a sentence.

“Cody! I-This-You-How did I?—Son, what’s going on?” He pleads with innocent confusion.

“Well, Pops, I haven’t spent time with you in a bit, so I was wondering if we could hang out today.”

“Well, Cody I-“

“I promise I won’t get in the way. I’ll just follow you wherever you go, do whatever you do.”

Oh the irony….hahaha

“Son, that would mean a lot to me. I miss spending time with you. We used to be so close.”

Oh we’re about to be closer than ever.

“Yeah, Dad, I know I’ve been lame. But I’m glad we’ll be spending the day together. Say, you usually go to the gym on Saturdays, right? Or is that Sunday?”

“Haha, son…I go Saturday through Friday.” Dad chuckles back with boyish pride.

“Ya know, Cody, I could start taking you with me. After all, it’s about time your old man showed you around the weight room.”

“I’d love that! Hopefully one day I can be a stud like you.”

Oh it took all of your mental willpower not to smirk as you say that. Your dad looks a little uncomfortable as he hears you call him a stud, but he doesn’t seem too bothered.

“So Cody, just give me a few minutes to get ready. I don’t know what happened last night, but I feel sweaty like I already worked out!”

Wonder Why…

“So if you’ll give me a minute I’ll go take a quick shower and then we can head done.”

“You know what? I love that plan. Thank you for the idea!”

“The idea?”

“I could really use a shower too.”

“Well, Cody, how about we meet in the kitchen in 15?”

“Oh I think you’ll need more time than that, Dad. I mean just look at you. You’re fucking filthy. You’re a dirty sex machine. And it’s going to take a while to rub down that hard body of yours. And I bet a stud like you is already ready to rub another one out.”

“Cody! What the fuck are you-? What’s with all this queer shit?!”

“Oh Pops, that sure means a lot coming from the guy who licks his own cum off the mirror.”

“Young man! What the fuck are you talking about?!”

Your dad is now sitting up in his bed, red with fury, no longer bothering to cover his boxers as you stroll over to the TV by the wall. Your dad modded his Xbox connect into a high quality camcorder that would start recording when it heard him moan; you knew this for a while now and that’s why you usually spend the weekends away.

But now, as you click the most recent file, your dad is horrified as he sees himself jacking and thrusting furiously into his own grip.

Dad hears his own voice scream out from the vid: “Oh Yeah! You like that don’tchya? A stud like you just can’t keep this meat to himself, huh? Fuck!!! That feel good, huh stud? Yeah you really love it when I stroke you like THIS—MOTHER FUCK!!! Fuck yeah that’s it, right there!!”

His jaw drops and he remains silent as he watches himself explode onto the mirror, roaring in delight. Then, he turns white as a ghost as he hears himself taunt, “Yeah you like that, don’t’ you? You’re a queer for cock. You fucking love it!” before getting on all fours and licking up every last drop before of his own fuck juices.

“YOU! YOU DRUGGED ME, DIDN’T YOU?! Cody!” Dad’s face turns into a furious snarl as he swings his legs to the side of the bed as if ready to spring up.

“No, Dad. I didn’t drug you at all. I swear.”

“Well then!- FUCK! What the fuck happened?! GAHHH!!!!” Dad slams his fist down onto the bed before free falling backwards onto the bed.

“I just don’t understand why I would do that! Maybe I was having a vivid dream or some shit. I just can’t believe I would do that!”

“You didn’t…” You state with cold resolution.

Dad remains silent and confused.

“I did.” You state with blunt truth.

Dad looks at you like you’re the biggest lunatic on the planet.

“Cody, I’m dreaming right now. I’m going to crawl into bed, and hopefully you’ll be at a friend’s house or something when I actually wake up.” He states as he closes his eyes, shaking his head from side to side as if trying to deny this moment’s existence.

“This morning when you weren’t looking I jumped onto you and entered your body. Then, I had some fun. Don’t worry. I was a little creeped out about the whole jacking off my dad thing, but if you think about it, when I’m possessing you it’s MY dick. And when I’m possessing you those are MY abs. Those are my pecs! That’s my five o’ clock shadow! And that’s MY sexy voice!”

With each declaration you’ve taken a step towards your stupefied Dad. He’s gone into shock as he thinks you’ve gone crazy. He scooches backwards on the bed until he’s completely in the center and his gaze is locking with yours.

“Cody, I need to go to sleep. We’ll talk about this later.”

He’s trying to calmly diffuse the situation because he still doesn’t believe or understand you. That’s when you take a runner’s stance and begin sprinting directly at Dad. His eyes fill with alert, as you take a sprinting leap and are midair flying right toward him. He squints his eyes closed and averts his gaze, expecting a hard impact, but instead he feels himself get dumped with water. He opens his eyes and becomes beyond confused as he sees an immobile red gel covering him from his abs to his hairy thighs. He’s afraid to move, almost expecting something weird to happen. You remain motionless, but then a sense of dread hits dad’s mind.

“Cody…”

INSTANTLY, your form begins flooding, rushing, ruthlessly squirming its way through his boxer flap until Dad’s 8 inch cock is engulfed by your being. Dad screams in fear and protest, but as he reaches for his hardening cock he immediately jerks and smacks his back down onto the bed, back arching, his legs squirming, toes curling, and moaning that sweet sweet sound of pleasure as he reaches his arms out and grabs at the sheets, unable to stand the immense pleasure. I’m only a quarter of the way in, but I decide to take my time seeing as how Dad is pretty immobilized by pleasure.

That supersensitive dick isn’t doing you much good now, is it, Pops?

Dad is moaning and screaming in a mixture of pleasure, anger, and protest as he thrashes his head from side to side. His back arches from the surges traveling up his spine and he can’t help but thrust into the air as your form is halfway inside him.

“NO! FUCK!!! MY GOD!!! WHAT IN THE-? OHHHH NOO!!!!!” Dad can’t even make a sentence let alone concentrate on a single idea as his mind and body are bombarded by impossible levels of stimulation.

“CODY! PLEASE!! NO! NO!!!! GET OUT OF THERE!!”

This only eggs you on as you switch from this tortuous slow pace to finally rapidly sending your last gel into Dad’s hard cock. The last of you sloshes in right as Dad thrusts his hips up with all his might, thrusting and arching his back so hard that he becomes airborne as his dick erupts flood after flood of cum!! Twice as much as last time!!! Dad gives one last scream of defiance before collapsing back onto the bed with a thud, moaning and shivering as his hips continue to involuntarily thrust, sending ribbon after ribbon of hot cum pooling all over his hot chest and abs. Dad is too exhausted to move as his arms collapse to his sides like deadweight and he begins squirming as he feels you traveling down his thighs and up his torso, passing those ripped abs, and going up past that beautiful chest, before finally traveling up his neck.

“you can’t….” Are dad’s last words, spoken weakly and hopelessly before his presence goes dormant and you wake up, once again in control of his body. You take a second to let your eyes refocus as you yawn and stretch gently. A contented smile crosses your face as you rub all over your face, feeling along dad’s great bone structure.

“Yeah, you’re a sexy man. You’re a fucking sexy hunk. You love it when I’m inside you. You love it when I play with your cock you fucking queer. Yeah, who are you calling me the queer when you’re the one moaning like a whore. A fucking sexy whore” You end your last sentence with a giggle as you reach down begin scooping dad’s cum into his hand.

“Oh, a treat? For me? You shouldn’t have!”

You devour those creamy juices, licking up and down these strong fingers, being sure to rub the rest of the cum into Dad’s chest and abs like moisturizer while embracing your dominance over your dad’s amazing body.

“You know what?” You say out loud. “Fuck the gym. I deserve a day off” You giggle as you begin assuming first person. God, it felt so good inside to refer to yourself as your dad.

“I go to the gym all the time, I mean, who’s gonna blame me if I have some fun with my hot body today? I’ll just go tomorrow. Now it’s definitely time for a shower. I’m glad I renovated *my* bathroom last month.

Holy fuck, using the first person gave you an indescribable satisfaction.

“I’m so glad Cody and I are spending the day together.” You say with a sarcastic chuckle. Your triumphant laughter causes the whole bed to shake as your muscular bounces on its surface.

You take a minute to lay down on the bed. Relaxing for a few before you get up and start your day with a steamy shower.God, this shower is amazing. It’s a really great way to relax all of your tense muscles.“Sheesh, Pops. If you’d been a bit more relaxed my new muscles wouldn’t feel so sore right now.”Oh well- a small price to pay. You giggle at this thought as you caress this toned and hairy body. YOUR toned and masculine body. From head to toe you’re the epitome of a virile male. The perfect feet that look great barefoot and in flip-flops. Those legs that could turn heads. And fuck me, those abs and upper body. You just laugh some more as you start getting hard all over again from the euphoria of controlling such a hot body. The wrongness of taking over your dad’s body feels so right at this moment. Oh fuck it! You can’t take it anymore. As the water glistens along your perfect form you begin lightly stroking this, still new to you equipment, and shivers quake through you from head to toe, your new dick being the epicenter. In no more than five strokes you’re completely hard again.“Three times in less than an hour! Jesus, Dad! You’re a fucking stallion!” You shout joyously as you rev up the intensity.

You pump this meat harder, faster, harder faster! Thrusting into your firm grip with all this body’s awesome strength. Roaring like a mythical beast you toss your head around, unable to contain the sensations ripping through your body like lightning. You’re getting so close again!

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” You shout as the pressure builds up inside. You grab your new nuts with a firm grip and begin massaging them with a firm grip as you begin panting almost to the point of hyperventilation!

“God DAMN! SO CLOSE” you moan as you keep thrusting and massaging those tightening nuts.

Then something feels odd. Not just odd…something’s wrong. Your whole body tightens up again as you feel your Dad’s body rebelling against you. Like a pathogen it feels like Dad is trying to purge you from him.

You grip at your abdomen as you feel your whole body trembling with effort.

“NOOOO!!!! God Damnit, Dad you are NOT going to ruin this for me!!!!”

You’ve collapsed onto your back by this point, but with the last of your strength you kick Dad’s legs back behind his head so that his firm rod is within reach of your Dad’s luscious lips.

Feeling Dad fighting with unprecedented gusto you lean up and begin licking the insanely sensitive head. Erotic shivers return to your body as you feel Dad’s will to fight being replaced by the pleasure of his own tongue on his unnaturally sensitive dick.

You moan like a bitch in heat as you open your lips and slowly thrust your cock into your hot and ready mouth. As it glides past your tongue to the back of your throat your entire body contorts in a seizure of sensation. You could do this forever it feels so fucking amazing, but it’s too much for your already reved up cock. Your dad’s hips involuntarily thrust forward as you feel every muscle in your body contract in a moment of electric joy. Flood after flood of cum streams directly down your throat as you scream as loudly as you can in spite of the 8 inch gag filling you up. As your orgasm ends and you feel the euphoric afterglow, you let dad’s legs gently fall back down in front and just relax on your back with a dazed smile, enjoying the feeling of your rugged finger tips caressing these perfect nipples.

“Well, I think that’s the last time I’ll be getting any resistance out you, Dad. I can do whatever I want, whenever I want when I’m inside you.”

You giggle playfully some more before groaning as you try to stand up.

“Holy shit, mental note: next time I suck off this cock I need to do it on carpet, not bathroom tile. My back’ll be sore for days! So worth it though….”

You smirk as you go search for advil and some cute boxers.  

You’re enjoying the power you have over your Dad, but the recent adventures have clearly taken a toll as you collapse onto the ground, making a loud boom before crawling into bed.  

“Oh my God!!! Mr. Spencer! Are you okay?!”

Shit. It was your best friend, Joey.

He must have come over to hang out and heard the commotion as you collapsed onto the ground. Looks like the fun came to you, albeit a little ahead of schedule.

“I’m fine, Joey,” you say with a dad-like smile and a mature guy chuckle, “Just a muscle spasm. You know, been pumping iron extra hard lately.”

You flash Joey another smile before sitting up in bed and flexing your solid and defined biceps and pecs while rubbing your manly hands over your washboard abs. Joey himself was quite the looker. An 18 year old male model status hottie with a nice body from being captain of the basketball team.

And here you are inhabiting a 37 year old in the best shape of his life with the scruffy masculine sex appeal of a mature man combined with the fitness, perfect build, and goofy smile of a man peaking in his twenties. You’re wearing just the boxers Dad had on after you forced your way inside his man meat again, and the sight of your best friend is really getting you going. Jesus, Dad is a fucking stallion. After the thrashing you’ve given his cock you can’t believe that you’re even hornier than ever.

Joey begins to look kind of nervous as he notices the tent forming in your boxer shorts, but as he prepares to leave your inflating cock bursts through the boxer’s slit like an erupting volcano. Joey, who is a closeted bisexual with a preference for guys, cannot turn away as he gazes at the thick 8 inch cock hypnotizing him with sexual lust.

Joey walks towards the bed and begins crawling towards you. As he reaches your inner thighs he begins rubbing them sensually, making you spring all 8 inches of your hard as a rock cock.

“Mr. Spencer…I…I’ve had a crush on you for a very long time…I…this is so wrong, but…”

You cut Joey off as you bring your mouth gently to his. Immediately, Joey melts as his eyes close and he relaxes while you slowly begin to explore the inside of his mouth with your tongue. He becomes more receptive and soon his tongue is doing a dance with your own. It becomes a playfully aggressive wrestling match with you being the victor, Joey on his back on dad’s bed, with you keeping him pinned down. In just a moment you have Joey’s shirt ripped off as you both get caught up in a sexual blaze. You’ve always had the biggest crush on Joey, and he knew you were gay and you knew he was bi, but you had no idea how he felt about your dad. The whole situation was weird, but you didn’t exactly worry too much about it as you leaned in and began playfully licking and gently squeezing Joey’s sensitive nipples before kissing down his abs.

“Oh fuckkkkkkkk,” Joey moans as the feeling of your dad’s 5 o’clock shadow on his chest and abs sends pure sensation coursing through his body like electricity. His body is amazingly toned. From the ripped shoulders to the perfect biceps to the sculpted pecs and the washboard abs all coated with the perfect amount of light brown hair along with his boyish good looks and beautiful summer tan, he was basically sex on a stick. And with your dad’s hot macho body he was your sex on a stick. Now granted, there might be some explaining to do, but that can wait until later…

“HOLY FUCKKKKK, MR. SPENCER!!! OH GOD!”

While those random thoughts were in the back of your head you were unbuttoning Joey’s pants and inspecting the robust 7 inch cock that was calling to you. Impatience was your greatest sin in the moment as you grabbed a hold of that hot rod and deep throated every last inch of it in one shot, shocking Joey and yourself. He had no idea that was coming, and his body was still in shock as his back was arched and he was squirming from the complete ecstasy of his young cock being massaged by the warm and strong throat muscles of your dad.You kept this pace up for a while, aggressively bobbing your head up and down, using your throat to its full capacity, and keeping Joey in such sexual heat that he was basically unresponsive, but then you begin to feel Joey’s inner thighs tensing up in his lower abs contracting and you knew he was close to cumming down your throat. You immediately lift off his cock, and he has the most confused and sad look in his eyes until you use your dad’s strong arms to lift Joey’s legs into the air exposing his virgin hole. Again, Joey has no time to react before you have your dad’s tongue penetrating Joey’s most private and sacred place.This time he doesn’t even curse or scream out from the pleasure. He literally just throws his head back and it looks like he’s trying to moan or shout or something, but no sound is coming out. The sensation must be so intense that every cell in his body is on absolute edge as the squirming has shifted not just to his legs but all the way up his torso to his arms in his head. He’s frantically grabbing at the sheets and his breathing is escalating, and escalating, and escalating and he’s thrashing his head from side to side and just trying to catch up but it seems like every time he wants to shout out in pure awesome pleasure he needs to take another breath from the sheer intensity of this hot ass rimming. Your dad’s 5 o’clock shadow is tickling the most intimate zone of Joey’s body as you force your tongue deeper and deeper and deeper, not just satisfied with thrusting in and out but also using your tongue to explore every square inch of his hole. You’re licking and licking, thrusting and thrusting at impossible speeds, spelling the alphabet, spelling names, trying to find the spot that just sends him over the edge and then utilize that to your advantage. Boy, you must have been doing a great job because Joey’s thighs began tensing up like crazy again. His breathing picks up like he’s been running a marathon, and his knuckles were white from grabbing at the sheets as his abs tighten so much they look like they’re going to pop. He’s so frantic and out of breath but he manages to shout out, “I’m…Oh GOD…I’m CUMMMING!!!!! OHHHH!!!”

He hasn’t even touched his dick a single time during this rimming, but that youthful piece of man meat starts launching endless loads of cum all over his chest and over your dad’s bed. As this is happening, you don’t let up. Rather, you let out your inner beast, ferociously digging deeper and deeper, and farther and farther not letting Joey miss out on a single moment of hot, sexual amazement. It’s crazy hot as you feel his muscles clamping down on your tongue as he keeps on riding this orgasm. Finally, Joey’s body relaxes as the last shot flies out and lands with a splash in the cum puddle on his sweaty pecs. His arched back collapses down on the bed with a thud and he just stares at the ceiling with a dazed look of joy and contentment.You think about how that was the hottest thing to ever happen to you but then you remember that you’re not even in your own body and that as far as Joey is concerned your dad was the one making his and your sexual fantasies come true. Some part of you wants to let Joey and on your secret and to tell him about your power, but at the same time you can always wait until later.“Mr. Spencer… That… Was… The most amazing experience of my life. I mean… Oh my God! Where did that come from? I thought you were going to be mad at me, but instead…”

Joey doesn’t bother finishing his sentence; he simply blushes and smiles with cute shyness as he curls up next to you placing his head on your dad’s rock solid chest with another hand draped over your cut abs, with an obvious look of adoration on his face. That’s just a testament to how solidly built your dad is that the captain of the basketball team would snuggle up to you like this.

“Joey, I’ve just been thinking lately. I’ve been doing a lot of personal readjustments. And let’s just say the world is going to be seeing a different me… a happier me.”

“And a sexier you!” Joey adds as you both giggle.

“Oh and Joey- another thing”

“Yes, Mr. Spencer?”

“Call me Rick,” you say as you grab the back of Joey’s head and bring him in for another passionate kiss.

He needed to feel full right now! Joey got on the bed and crouched down with his knees by your obliques as he sank backwards and grabbed your hard cock. After lubing your dad’s cock, he lined up his hole with your dick before forcing his hips down in one smooth motion.

“HOLY FUCK!! AGHHHHH!!!” Joey screamed as his back arched and his breathing peaked. He stayed there squirming in ecstasy as the fullness of 8 thick inches blew his mind. He moaned and moaned and only felt unimaginable pleasure that he never knew existed. Then, he raised up and thrusted himself back onto your cock as his ecstasy episode repeated itself. His toes were curling and his face was squirming as he continued to moan. You were rubbing your sensitive nipples watching Joey, when he really started picking up pace. He was thrusting down on you with sexual desperation as he started grinding and experimenting with every possible angle. You couldn’t keep up the passive approach any longer, so in the heat of the moment you pulled his legs out so he was sitting on your dick as you leaned up and grabbed his shoulders from behind. His moans and screams were insanely Passionate as he thrusted himself into each of your thrusts. Your used your strong biceps to pull him down onto you as you thrusted up with all my might. All of your guys’s toes were curling as your began to make out passionately. With tongues exploring mouths and your cock deep in Joey’s hole as you continued to thrust and pull him down, you suddenly felt the coming explosion. As you felt the pressure building and building, your speed slowed as you built an ultra sensual rhythm as you gyrated your hips with your cock still fully in him. By this time you were both completely covered in sweat and still kissing passionately as Joey was on the verge of blacking out from the pleasure. Then, as you reached the point of no return, you were still hugging him with all your might doing rapid mini thrusts as your cock was still completely buried in his tight hole. Both your bodies were convulsing in pleasure, and you both began huffing as you both neared orgasm. You rolled over so Joey was on his back as you thrusted in with all your strength and weight, still kissing him and now squeezing his nipples. He yelped and screamed in what was now just one guttural moan of pleasure as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you tighter towards him.

“Holllllyyyyyy Fuck! I’m so fucking close!” Joey screamed as he tried to thrust his hips so he could get fucked deeper and harder. Then you felt it. You had never felt anything like this as you began screaming as loud as you could. Your thrusts and spasms shook the bed as you pile drove Joey into the bed. He yelled out for joy as he sensed the tension building in your groin just waiting for release. You thrusted and thrusted with all of this body’s remaining strength and gravity combined as you passionately locked lips with Joey before shoving in farther than ever before and unleashing a stream of cum deep inside him. You grabbed underneath his arms and hugged him passionately as you kissed him and continued to unleash your cum, still thrusting deep inside him.

It was in that moment that you also began spilling your gel into Joey’s ass, He was in so much pleasure and there was so much cum that he didn’t even realize. He just continued to moan and spasm as he blacked out from pleasure and my invading gel. You woke up a few moments after and couldn’t help but immediately moan and squirm and curl your toes as you had your hot and sweaty macho Dad passed out, pinning you to the bed, with all 8 inches of his still hard cock buried deep inside you. Your back arched as you wrapped my new sexy legs around your dad and began thrusting yourself onto his still hard dick. Shudders went up your spine, your toes continued to curl, and you couldn’t contain your moaning as you reached a point of no return. Joey’s precum had you lubed, and each time you thrusted yourself onto your Dad’s huge cock, your own new dick fucked your dad’s hot abs. Soon this was too much, and your whole body convulsed as your hole squeezed Dad’s dick and you began cumming in between Dad’s and your toned abs. You wrapped your arms around him and kissed his sleeping lips passionately as you made one final thrust before relaxing Joey’s hips and just lying there, in orgasmic bliss with a big cock still mostly deep inside you. Your Dad’s cum felt so good inside you.

Next chapters are not by me!  By Landers

With your dad still on top of Joey’s body, you hear him moan as he regains consciousness. He groans as his eyes slowly open. “Wha-” he says as he wakes up. “What’s going on.” he mutters. As his body squirms on top of you. As he tries to get up, he slowly realizes something is off. His eyes open wide when he realizes someone is underneath him.“What the fuck!” he groans. Dad tries to get up, but a look of shock appears on his face when he realizes his dick is still firmly inside Joey’s ass. Dad is so shocked by what’s going on, he freezes with a confused look on his face. You smile as you look at his sexy face. “What’s going on?” Dad asks, not knowing what else to say.“Well, Rick, looks like you really know how to show a guy a good time.” you say flirtatiously. Dad, still in shock, takes his hard dick out of Joey’s ass. You moan as he does that. A little cum squirts out of Joey’s dick and on your dad’s chest. “Oh, fuck.” you moan, clenching Joey’s ass tight enough to not let any sperm out. Dad lays down on his back, grabbing his head.You look over to your dad, his chest and abs glistening with cum and sweat. Fuck, he looks sexy. You just want to make your way back inside of him. “That was incredible Rick, but I think it’s time you and Cody get back to your father/son bonding.” you say. Dad looks around, seeing his cum and sweat covered body. His penis is still rock hard.“What the fuck is going on? Who are you?” he says, disoriented.“Well Rick, why don’t I show you.” you say, gesturing to the T.V. you used earlier to show your dad what you did inside of him.“Cody?” he asks, with a confused look on his face.“Yea, but right now I’m Joey.” you respond. “But I think it’s time I get back into you. I miss being in you already.” you use Joey’s fingers to rub dad’s nipples. “So, how do you want me to get back into you? You dick seems to be the most fun.”In both shock and terror, your father gets out of bed and backs away from you. “What the fuck is wrong with you! You sick fuck!.” he yells.“Don’t pretend you don’t love it. I know you can feel all the pleasure, and I know you like it.” you giggle. “And who are you calling sick? You’re the one who can’t get enough of this. You’re the one who loves having his son inside of him. Your dick is so hard it’s pulsing.” you taunt. He looks down to see his dick pulsing and, embarrassed, tries to cover it up.“You don’t have to worry about that.” you say, walking up to him. “I’ve seen your dick before. I’ve pounded it before. I even felt it inside this body. I know your dick better than you do.” by now, you’re right in front of your dad in Joey’s naked, cum coated body.“Get the fuck away from me!” Dad says, pushing you away. You stumble back, but regain your balance quickly. “You’re sick! I’m your father!” he yells with a look of distress on his face.You laugh. “You’re so sexy when you act tough. I can’t wait to get back in you.” You reach down and start pulling on Joey’s dick. Your slime body oozes out, spilling onto the floor.Your father looks at you, leaving Joey’s body, completely speechless. You collect as a puddle on the floor as Joey’s body falls to the floor, unconscious.“C-cody?” your dad asks, walking up to you. He pokes your slime body and pokes you. It feels weird and your slime body shakes. Dad jumps back, not knowing what to do. “Cody. Can you hear me?”‘Looking’ up at your father, you’re able to ‘see’ his body in a way you never could before. You can 'see’ the chemicals in his body, the blood flowing to his dick, the neurons firing in his brain, and it all makes sense to you. It’s like you can understand what his body is saying, and right now it’s saying that your dad is scared. Scared because he doesn’t know what’s going on or what to do, but also scared because your dad wants you to possess him and he doesn’t want admit it to himself.You crawl over to your father, who’s still stunned by what’s going on. “C-cody. What are you doing?” he asks. You pick up the pace and make a run for your dad’s manhood. “Cody, no! Not again!” he cries, backing up against the wall. You begin making your way inside him. “Cody, please. Sto-” dad tries to say. Immediately as you start entering his dick, your dad’s body fills with euphoria. His eyes roll to the back of his head as his knees begin to buckle.“C-cody… Please. Please don’t do thi-” he moans as you race into his body. While your dad tries to put up a fight, his body betrays him as it welcomes your slime into it. With one final slosh, you fully enter your father’s body. He continues to try to fight, but all his efforts are in vain. His body quickly gives way to your control. “Fuck.” your dad says with a distressed look on his face before you take control.Your dad quickly goes from looking distressed to being relaxed as you get resettled in it. You smile and bask in the afterglow of that incredible experience. As you enjoy being back in your dad’s body, you hear Joey moan as he regains consciousness.

Alternate event also by landers where Dad wakes up submissive

You lie there in orgasmic bliss as you hear your father moan when he regains consciousness. A child-like smile appears on his face as he wakes up. Without thinking, dad pulls his dick out of Joey’s ass. “Oh, fuck.” you moan, cum squirting out of Joey’s dick as dad’s manhood slides out. Dad turns over and lies next to you on his back with his eyes closed and a smile on his face.“Fuck, that was amazing.” Dad says under his breath. He opens his eyes and turns to look at you. “Joey? What’s going on?” he asks.“Well Rick. I could always show you?” you say, gesturing to the TV.“Cody?” your dad asks. He looks around and sees the cum on his body, he then realize what probably happened. “Oh, fuck me!” he says laughing. “Oh man, Cody. You really took me for a ride.”You look at him, confused by his reaction. “You’re not mad?” you ask.Dad calms down, trying to stop laughing. “Fuck no. Cody, this is incredible!”“So, wait. You can see what’s going on when I’m in you?” you ask, your confusion growing.“No, but I feel everything. And man, it feels better than anything I can describe.”“So,” you say seductively. You reach out and rub your dad’s nipples and he moans. “Can I get back inside of you?” Dad’s rick hard dick starts pulsing as he smiles and nods. “Ok, good.”You use your free hand to rub Joey’s dick. You can feel your slime body beginning to exit as you moan, enjoying the last few moments inside Joey. Your red slime body begins leaking out, “Mmmm, yea.” you say under your breath. After a few minutes, you feel your consciousness slipping, until finally everything goes black.“Cody? Are you awake.” you here your dad say as you regain consciousness in your slime form. You slosh around, signaling yes. “Good. Do what you’re gonna do, son.” your dad says, getting ready for you to enter his cock.You crawl over to your dad’s dick and start pumping yourself in. “Oh, fuck Cody!” your dad yells. You decide to up the intensity and rush into his dick. “Oooohhhh G_d! Yes!” he moans, his hips thrusting into the air. With the final slosh, you finish entering your father’s body. His dick explodes, cum leaving your father’s dick like piss. “Fuck!” dad says before you take full control.“It feels good to be back.” you say, feeling amazing being back in your dad’s body.Soon after you take back control of your father’s body, Joey wakes up. “Mmmm, that was incredible Rick.” he moans as he wakes up. “You have no idea.” you respond, trying to catch you breath. Joey leans in and passionately kisses your father’s lips. “You should probably get going.” you say seductively.“Yea… See you soon.” Joey grabs his things and heads to the bathroom to get cleaned up while you lie down and enjoy being inside your dad’s macho body, thinking of what you’re going to do next.

Now that Joey is gone, you get ready to do something you’ve always wanted to do.You look in the mirror and see your dad’s sweaty, naked body. “Hey there sexy.” you say with a sexy smile. A big part of you wants to stay nice and dirty, but what you want to do would probably be better with a clean body.You take a hot shower and savor the feeling of warm water cleaning your dad’s body. “Yea, that feels good, you filthy beast. Doesn’t it?” you say, knowing your dad can hear you on some level.You see the soap and get an idea before you leave the shower. “Better make sure you’re clean on the inside, too.” You use the soap as lube to slide your father’s fingers into his ass. His ass is so tight, you feel an intense pain shoot through his body, but you control your dad’s breathing as you use his fingers to milk his prostate.“Oh fuck.” you say, overcome by the unexpected rush of euphoria. You lean against the wall of the shower as you continue to gently rub your dad’s prostate. The pleasure is so intense, your dad’s knees buckle and his eyes roll back out of your control. “Here is comes.” you say under your breath. You finally climax. Your dad’s dick shoots out more cum than you thought possible. His body is overrun with so much pleasure, you thought it would pass out, but you maintain control and finish up your shower.After you dry up, you walk over to your dad’s closet and pull out a t-shirt, a leather jacket, and a pair of jeans.You put them on, and look at your dad’s reflection in the mirror. “Wow dad, you look like a sexy bad ass. I don’t know why you don’t wear this every day.” you say, feeling manly and powerful. You make some faces in the mirror and play around with your dad’s body, having fun while you can.You feel your dad’s stomach grumble. “Looks like the sexy beast is hungry.” you say with a smile. You decide to have lunch with your dad rather than in him. You take out his dick and start rubbing it, feeling your slime crawl out. Within moments, your slime starts streaming out. “Oh, fucking G_d.” you moan, leaning up against the mirror to keep your balance. Everything starts to fade out as the last piece of slime leaves your dad’s dick, until finally you’re out and your dad falls to the floor.You wake up as a puddle on the floor, but quickly go back to your human form. Your dad moans as he regains consciousness. “Mmmm, that was incredible.” he groans. You walk over to him. “Dad?” you ask.He looks up at you and smiles. “Hey there Cody. What happened? I thought you and Joey were spending the day together.”“He left.” You help your dad get up. “I felt your stomach growling and thought we should talk over lunch.” Dad stretches after standing. G_d he looks hot. He looks down and sees his dick sticking out. Dad nonchalantly puts his dick back in his pants and zips up his jeans.“Whatever you say champ.” he says before making his way to the kitchen. He makes a few sandwiches for the two of you and you sit down at the kitchen counter to eat with him.“So, what are you gonna do now?” Dad asks.

[traceemerald]

It's Saturday again, that means I get to play on a modded world again.

-March 19th, Magician's War Diary, Entry 2-

Current scores are 0-0.

Like last time, I'm going to have to recap what happened from memory, as I won't have time to do much writing during the play session.

Let's start with a screencap of the chat, I forget when this happened, and the most context I can give is that armor stands are a crafting ingredient for the Self shape.

The first thing I did was finish the Touch - Felled Oak spell I was working on last week, though I did end up dying to a group of skeletons outside my house when trying to run away from a pair of baby zombies.

This death doesn't count towards the scores, since my rival wasn't involved in it at all.

Anyway, after that I made an oculus so I can advance to tier 2 and start automating my farms.

Before I could make it to tier 2, my rival and I ran into some connection problems, so the server had to be restarted, giving me some time to write.

I successfully made it to tier 2 after reconnecting, and my next goal was to automate the 2 farms I had built, so I made a magic broom to collect any item drops in the area, and then started working on getting the infrastructure for construct creation set up.

There are quite a few things you need to do to make your first construct, like getting a full stack of chimerite to power a construct workbench, getting enough iron to make an anvil, getting a diamond pickaxe so you can mine obsidian to craft a lodestar, and going to the nether to get quartz for a control rod.

While I was doing that, the nearby village's idiot came over to my cave and wouldn't leave me alone, luckily I had placed the door in such a way that he thought it was already open, so he couldn't get in.

I think he was trying to get to my bed.

Anyway, most of the things I needed to do for construct creation weren't very interesting, I mined until I reached magic level 20 (which allows me to find chimerite from coal ore), switched to mining just below the surface for coal until I got a stack of chimerite, mined at -32 for an iron vein, found one, started mining near bedrock for diamonds until I could make a pickaxe, then I looked for a lava pool, and finally mined 13 obsidian from the lava pool I found.

13 Obsidian is enough to make both a lodestar and a nether portal.

After lighting my nether portal, I made sure my rival knew that I wasn't trying to speedrun joining my faction, as he hadn't reached tier 2 yet.

(Ignore the fact that I took the picture in the nether, I apparently forgot to do it beforehand.)

All I did in the nether was build a protective wall around the portal, mine some quartz, and then leave.

Now that I had everything I needed for setting up my first construct, that was the next thing I did, but my rival accidentally crashed the server with a Sigil - Cauterize/Swift Swim staff he found while I was setting up the lodestar.

The server was started back up again after that, and I was able to fully automate both my sugarcane farm, and my carrot/potato farm (which had been fully converted to potato at this point).

Also, at some point this happened.

He didn't actually come over, so no violence today.

I felt like I had played enough after all that, so that's where this week's play session ends.

Since this diary entry is really long already, here's a picture of my cave entrance to make it even longer.

I am aware this doesn't help.

Scores are still 0-0.

-End Diary Entry 2-

[sftswigan]

Manchester garage punks, Tinfoils, George from the band tells us about their latest single, their money raising effort for BLMUK and how a game of pool completed the band...

Alright hope you’re doing well through this shit time.

Can you tell us who Tinfoils are and where did the name come from?

TINFOILS are a mardy northern bastard garage punk band based in Manchester. There's three of us, and we've all moved here from Yorkshire.

The name came from when I was on an X Files hype. Thought it was a good name for a band, so I just got the Facebook, Twitter and Instagram pages before we'd even done a rehearsal! I think it was before we even met Will. I just thought it was a good name, the other two agreed and we ran with it.

Sounds like you had confidence in this band early on then. How did you find Will and what has he brought to the band?

I don't know if I had loads of confidence in the band before we started really, I just thought the name was cool! We didn't really take it very seriously for a long time, took us about 6 months to bother looking for a gig. Was just an excuse to meet and get pissed up at first.

Me and Alex had known each other for a while, and went to a pub in Fallowfield. We were having a game of pool, when two blokes came up and asked if they could play doubles because no other tables were free. We agreed, and one of them turned out to be Will. After that they invited us to some flat party, and at about 6 in the morning on some unknown persons kitchen worktop he mentioned he played bass. We met up a couple of days later and the rest is history.

He's an amazing bassist, and his love for funk has a massive impact on every song I write. Tunes always come out sounding better once I show them to Will and Alex.

Love the bass lines in your songs, The Abyss, especially. Could’ve been a different story if you and Alex decided that was your last game of pool and just handed it to Will and his mate!

Like The Blinders, you also (and I think one or two others have followed suit) made the journey from Doncaster to Manchester. How much of a difference has that made to you and the band?

Definitely! All credit for that goes to our mate Breezy to be fair, he was the one who suggested doubles. He drops it in to conversation every time he's trying to convince us to come out.

Yeah I moved from Doncaster about 5 years ago, I do love it to bits but I wouldn't have been able to do half the stuff I wanted to if I'd stayed. Wouldn't have met Alex and Will, and probably wouldn't have ended up starting a band. There are some decent bands in Doncaster but a lot of it was indie stuff at the time, which I do like but not something I was interested in doing. The music scene in Manchester is amazing at the moment, there's so much music and it's all really different and interesting. Best place for music in the country at the moment I reckon.

Manchester is definitely a great place for music but I think the UK in general has a really good music scene at the moment with loads of good bands about! Though places like Manchester have some unreal venues and bands love playing there.

I wanna talk about your latest single ‘Spitting’ which was released during lockdown. Absolutely love that track! You went to Magic Garden to record it. What did recording it there bring to the song?

Cheers mate, we're really happy with it. I think it added a lot going to Magic Garden, Gavin's brilliant. First of all, it's just way higher quality than anything else we've put out, and I think it manages to sound a lot like we do live. Gavin also suggested we add some vocals in to middle 8 bit, which was originally just instrumental. I quickly wrote something down on a bit of scrap paper in a few minutes, and recorded it in one take, and that's the take in the final song. It's the whole "lap me up I'm stagnant water" bit. We'll hopefully get some more tunes recorded soon, would love another trip to the garden. The music video for the song is just clips of our time at the studio mixed in with some live clips, had a really good time there.

I hear quite a few bands speak highly of him and his influence on their time in his studio. He does seem to get great results.

You recently released some songs on bandcamp that were live demos if I remember correctly. Are they going onto Spotify at any point and also will you be recording any of these? Peeping Tom is probably one of my favourites of yours.

Yeah they're a load of demos we did at Dead Basic Studios last year, we thought it was a shame to have them just lying about. We decided to put them out and donate all the money from Bandcamp Day to BLMUK, every little helps doesn't it. They won't be going on Spotify, but I reckon we'll probably record a couple of them properly one day. Peeping Tom's a bit of a favourite, would love to get that recorded in a studio but there's a million tempo changes so I think it'd probably be tricky to nail down. Its one of my favourites to play live, especially when we're headlining and get the chance for a self-indulgent 10 minute jam with a big sing-a-long. The demos will stay on Bandcamp for the foreseeable, but I think we'll probably take them off at some point.

A great cause, did you manage to raise much? Some really good tracks on there would love to here them recorded like you say.

So what are the bands plans once lockdown is relaxed to a point bands and musicians to get out there and do proper stuff without fear again?

Yeah we raised about £60-70 I think? It was only for the day, when Bandcamp waived their fees. Props to Lewis from Dead Basic for recording and mixing them all.

First things first we need to get in for a rehearsal! I've written a load of new songs which I'm looking forward to working out, I think it'll be a lot of new tunes in the set list when we're back gigging. Hopefully reschedule our tour that had to be postponed, play some tunes, get some recording done, and go out and see some bands! Just got to hope it's not too far off.

That’s awesome! Excited about the new tunes and future recordings...and gigs again obviously.

Hopefully you can squeeze a rearranged gig for us on the tour!

You mentioned how highly you rate the Manchester scene. Which bands should people go and see once bands get to gig again?

There's a tonne of bands to go and see, to name a few: Loose Articles, Blanketman, The Early Mornings, Swine, Springfield Elementary, Giant Boys, The Red Stains, Cold Water Swimmers, and loads of others. There's a lot of different styles about but I do feel like there's a sort of coherent feeling between all the bands around here at the minute. It got to the point just before pandemic where no matter which venue or what day, if you turned up you'd probably see something amazing. Fingers crossed it all survives the lockdown!

There’s some good bands there, really like Springfield Elementary and Swine what I’ve heard of them and also Red Stains. I need to check the others out but we’re very lucky to have so many good bands about and more people these days that are very much into new music!

We’re gonna end the interview with some quick fun questions...

Favourite album/EP of this year?

I'm gonna go with either Zero Dollar Bill by Do Nothing, or The Non-Stop EP by Buzzard Buzzard Buzzard. Can't pick between them!

Also really looking forward to Fontaines DCs new album, and Idles, and The Blinders.

If Tinfoils could tour with any band alive or dead who would it be?

Would love to go on tour with Fontaines DC, Idles or Sleaford Mods. If I had to pick between them, at the moment probably Fontaines. Loving their last few singles, and Dogrel was banging.

Ah wait, Thee Oh Sees! Maybe Oh Sees actually. Any of the above would allow me to die happy.

Is there a song that at least one member isn’t keen on in the set but are outnumbered?

I don't really like The Royal Baby Machine that much, but the other two do.

Chinese food or Indian?

Indian

Lager or Real ale?

Ale, but more of a standard bitter to be honest. Not West Coast passionfruit and jasmine infused with lemongrass IPA stuff, it's rank and I don't get it. Give me a pint of John Smiths over that wank any day.

Festival you’d love to play?

Wouldn't turn down Glasto!

Last one...

Best live band you’ve seen?

Best live band I've seen is probably Idles.

Alex, our drummer says Cabbage at Night & Day was probably the best gig he’s been to recently

Thanks to George from Tinfoils for chatting to us! You can listen to their music on all the streaming services and go and visit their social media pages. Here is their latest effor, Spitting.

[friendliest-place-on-earth]

hey look i wrote something for once

so i mentioned awhile back that i’d started writing a hogwarts au. it’s currently one of my favorite things to work on right now, so i figured i’d post the first chapter to see how you guys like it. there’s probably some minor errors, but my laptop’s been acting up when i try to transfer writing here and i’m really, really tired, so pardon that. i hope you guys like it! -mod rose 💜

Davey peered out the window as the train pulled away from the station. His parents had left already, but not before telling Les a thousand times how much they’d miss him. His twin sister sat reading a book next to him, while the aforementioned Les was bouncing his leg and babbling nervously.

“What house do you think I’ll be in? I really want to be in Gryffindor, or maybe Slytherin, or-”

“Les, calm down. You'll probably end up in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw like me or Sarah. And besides, I haven't had a pleasant encounter with students from either of those houses since I’ve gotten to Hogwarts.” Just then, the door slid open, and a group of louder students came in. Davey flinched, and Sarah nearly dropped her book on the floor. She dog-earred the page and put it away for its own safety. There were four boys and a girl, two of whom were already in uniform. A taller boy with sandy blond hair wore a Gryffindor tie, done poorly over his robes, while a slightly shorter boy with dark brown hair wore Slytherin robes and no tie. Davey rolled his eyes.

“Hey, uh, sorry about bargin’ in here. We’re kind of on the run and we’re hoping the assholes chasing us’ll back off before they get here,” said the boy with the Slytherin robes on. Davey glanced at Sarah, who had already taken her book back out. If she wasn’t going to mind these somewhat obnoxious students, then neither would he.

“Uh, sure, yeah. Go ahead and sit down,” Davey replied uncertainly.

“Sorry about them. They’re usually not this loud,” the girl apologized, brushing her reddish bangs out of her eyes.

“I’ve heard worse,” Davey said with a weak laugh, referring to Les, who took everything in with wide eyes. The girl smiled before sitting down next to Les.

“You’re a first-year, aren't you?”

“Yeah! I’m so excited!” Les replied, beaming.

“I’m Katherine. What’s your name?”

“I’m Les, and this is my brother, David. My sister Sarah is next to him.”

“What house do you want to be in, Les?”

“I want to be in Gryffindor, or Slytherin, but I’ll probably end up in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw like my brother and sister.” Les answered.

“Which one of you is in Ravenclaw?” Katherine asked.

“I am,” Davey said.

“Nice to meet you, David. I’m Katherine. Plumber. I’m in Ravenclaw too.”

“David Jacobs.” Davey shook her hand, and she sat back down next to Les, and they began talking excitedly. Sarah glanced over at Davey, and he could see she had a faint blush on her cheeks.

“Don't tell me you've got a crush already,” Davey whispered teasingly.

“Shh! I do not!” Sarah’s voice was stern, but she wore a small smile on her face. Davey could tell her focus was far from the book she was pretending to read. He turned his attention back to the four boys who were arguing over who would be doing well in Quidditch this year.

“Gryffindor’s got some pretty good chasers this year, not to mention one of the best beaters and team captains in school history. If you think Slytherin stands a chance against us, you must be crazier than we thought, Jack,” the blond said, and it seemed like he was referring to the shorter burly boy sitting beside him. Jack rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, your chasers and your beaters might be good, but what about your seeker? Last year she got ahold of the snitch only once, and that was against Hufflepuff, who always tends to lose anyway.” Jack looked pleased with his answer, but what he didn't count on was Sarah raising an eyebrow before starting to talk. A shorter boy with a crutch looked confused for a moment before she started talking.

“You’d better watch your mouth. Last year was rough for a few reasons, and I’ve got no doubt us badgers will be giving you a run for your money this year. I wouldn't write the Hufflepuff team off so easily.”

Sarah promptly went back to reading, ignoring the looks of disbelief she got from the other members of the compartment.

“What? I can talk,” Sarah said defensively.

“I’ve never heard somebody say that much in one go,” Jack said, taken aback. Davey could already tell the direction his mind was going.

“What do you say we maybe talk some more?” he asked smoothly, but Sarah looked up at him and rolled her eyes.

“Sorry, but you're not really my type. Now, if you'd kindly leave me alone, I have a book to read,” Sarah replied curtly, and Jack sat back down before being taunted by the other two boys.

“You struck out good, Kelly! It's a wonder you had a girlfriend at all last year!” The tall blond elbowed him good-naturedly, and Jack rolled his eyes.

“You weren’t doing any better than me, Race! You got no room to talk,” Jack fired back, and Race feigned offense.

“Ah, come on, the both of you. Calm it down or we’ll get in trouble when the prefects come through.” The boy with the crutch waved it at them, nearly hitting Jack.

“Think your aim’s getting better, Crutchie. You only almost knocked me upside the head this time,” Jack grinned, and Crutchie nearly shoved him out of his seat.

“Shut up, you moron. I can soak you any old day I want to.” Crutchie waved his crutch threateningly with a laugh.

The train ride was fairly uneventful after that, with Sarah falling asleep on Davey about an hour in, and Les waking her up accidentally while begging Davey for money to get something from the trolley. After that, Davey wasn't sure if he could physically sit still. Finally, the train pulled in and after goodbyes and a pep talk from Katherine, Les slowly made his way over to Hagrid, who waved to Jack when he saw him get off. Jack smiled, and waved back, yelling a greeting.

The rest of them made their way to the carriages, and Davey was grateful the boys from the train filled up one and only one. He did not want to have to talk to them again. Katherine and Specs, Davey’s roommate, ended up joining them. The ride was mostly quiet, aside from Katherine and Sarah. They kept chatting quietly about school(Katherine was near the top of the class in everything, as was Sarah), Quidditch(Katherine was a chaser, and Sarah had never gone to a game in her life), and books. Both girls were avid readers, and they'd read most of the same series.

Leave it to Sarah to find a girl as book-crazy as she is, Davey thought to himself. Specs remained quiet, as if he was observing, and Davey was sure he was. When he came out to Specs in their fourth year, Specs looked at him for a moment before pulling a small rainbow flag out of his own case.

“You’re acting like I didn’t piece it together myself,” he’d told Davey, who started to laugh. He’d also told Davey he was bi. A slight bump jolted Davey out of his reverie, and he looked up.

The carriage pulled to a stop outside Hogwarts, and Davey was glad to be back. He was also starving. He made a mad dash for the long Ravenclaw table, and muddled through most of the Sorting ceremony until it was Les’s turn. He sat up straighter, trying to see the front of the room and stay awake. Les was in the chair with the hat dropped in front of his eyes, and Davey could see Sarah watching closely as well. Finally, the hat announced, “Hufflepuff!” and Sarah was among the first to begin celebrating. Les ran over and sat by her, grinning widely. Davey was happy for his little brother. Across the table, Katherine was pleased as well.

“I had a feeling about him,” she said with a sly grin.

After the ceremony came the feast, and it was easily Davey’s favorite part of the day. The food was always amazing, especially after eating a light breakfast and lunch out of nerves. Once dinner was over, he, Specs and Katherine headed back up to the dorms, where several people were ready to pass out. Katherine stole a book off a shelf in the common room before heading to her room, waving goodbye to Davey and Specs. The two boys arrived to find their other roommates had beaten them up there. Henry and Jojo were nice enough, but they travelled in different social circles than Davey and Specs, so conversations were usually short, if they happened at all. As soon as he could, Davey took a quick shower because he knew he wouldn’t be alert enough to take a short one in the morning. After he was done, he got his pajamas on and got into bed. First day of classes, come at me, Davey thought as he drifted away.

[ieryana]

Meetings and Partings

It was a clean, crisp autumn day. The kind of day that, whilst warm, has the smell of winter in the air. The day that makes you want to wear your favourite scarf and gloves, even though it’s still t-shirt weather. The airships buzzed overhead, sending their frozen vapour trails into swirling eddies as they crossed paths, the low hum from the engines mingling with the noises of life all around. Driverless electric cars hummed by on designated roads, and the overhead metro whizzed past, taking hundreds of city workers to their jobs and drones swept the pavements clean on a continuous loop, never needing rest.

Ignoring the scenes around him, a young man tucked his books to his chest and stumbled around masses of other new students, old students, lecturers and general public on a crowded campus. Rhys was on his way to college. First week in a big town, a city almost, and the first day in a university he’d wanted to go to for ages. His parents had tried to dissuade him. “Stay home” they’d said to him, “Work with us on the farm, it’s no life, studying all the time, you want the fresh air” as they’d gestured to the wide open spaces where they farmed cattle, sheep, even chickens. But he was sick of the farm, sick of the early mornings and late nights, the physical labour and strain on his back. He was only 21 for goodness sake and he wanted an education, and by the Gods he was going to get it. Although, whilst he was glad to be here, he was a little homesick for the wide open spaces. The sky here was too close.

The buildings were so tall, and so clean, bright and shiny. They had beautiful intricate patterns built into the glass and steel structures that loomed over the older, brick buildings, squat and ugly in their historic settings. The metro linked a lot of the taller buildings up, walkways between groups of skyscrapers too, saved people descending hundreds of floors, personal airships crowded the sky and even on a bright, clear, sunny day it was hard to get a sense of openness and height like back home.

“OOF” A well built, dark haired young man had run into the back of Rhys, causing him to scatter his papers and books over the floor like a badly written 1990’s teen film. He smiled briefly at the thought of the ancient classic films they were shown in high school before getting on his knees and grabbing his things. The boy who ran into him crouched down to help. “Dude” he offered him a folder “mate, I am so sorry, but like, you were just stood there, what were you doing?” “Oh, sorry, I was just…I don’t know, I guess a bit overwhelmed, I’m new here” “Ahhh, country boy huh? You’ve got that look about you. I’m Baz, I’m in charge of socials here, mixers, parties, informals and formals and so on. You thinking of joining a group?” “I…I don’t know?” Rhys rubbed his nose, and sign of nerves, and grinned shyly at this onslaught of friendliness. “Great!” Baz was like a one man hurricane of enthusiasm, it was hard not to instantly like him, “Look, I’m organising an ice breaker at the student guild hall tonight, why don’t you swing by? Find me, I’ll get you a drink, introduce you to a few people, I feel bad slamming into you like that” “Ok, sounds erm…cool I guess?” Rhys took the leaflet Baz was offering and grinned his shy grin again, “I’ll, see you then?” “Yea! Great dude, ok, cool, see ya then”. Baz waved over his shoulder as he jogged off into the crowd. Rhys hoisted his bag onto his shoulder, grabbed his armful of books even closer and made his way to the first class of the semester.

Later that evening Rhys stood in front of the mirror he’d brought from his room back home and adjusted his shirt.

‘Tucked in, or left out?’ he wondered to himself, untucking and tucking his shirt from his new jeans. Usually wearing bust up Levis on the farm to do the work he felt strange wearing “smart” jeans. One last look in the mirror. “I’ll do” he said to himself out loud. The students guild hall was in an old part of the campus, from back when it was first built. Made of red brick and stone, it was a stout, unsightly building compared to the tall, elegant glass spires that twisted into the sky. It has it’s own appeal though, the stone work was intricate, and inside the marble floors and high, curved ceilings were reminiscent of old money, very old. Rhys could hear the music before he’d even walked through the door. Showing his student ID to the bouncer, he was nodded through and he entered the main room. Almost immediately Baz came bounding over to him like an excited puppy. “Mate! You made it! Awesome! Follow me!” Before Rhys could even say a word Baz grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bar. “What’ll it be pal?” “Oh…erm, just a coke thanks, I don’t drink” “Cool” shrugged Baz and waved at the bartender. “So, what are you studying?” Rhys thanked the barman and took a sip. Slightly too warm, but it was ok, as far as cola went. “Oh, network engineering – I’ve always been good with computers” “Oh cool! Ok, so these are the computer tech nerdy guys”. He grabbed Rhys hand and practically dragged him across the floor to a group of people stood around a table. First glance they looked like your average bunch of guys, but you soon saw things that gave them away. A one guy was wearing a red bowtie, elf ear body mods on another guy, a cute tiny girl with blue and green hair was even wearing a nasa t-shirt, that amused him. He was sad when the agency closed down, but everything was privatised these days, and Space-X was doing some amazing things with space. The Mars colonies was his eventual plan, it’s why he took network engineering – can’t beat a farmer who knows how to code he figured. Especially in a colony. “Guys! This is …OH MY GOD Dude I didn’t even ask your name! What am I like” Baz grinned maniacally and punched the top of Rhys’s arm. “WOAH, dude you are SOLID!” He grabbed Rhys’s arm and squeezed. “Um…” The short girl with blue hair poked Baz “When you’re done being…well, being yourself Baz – who is this?” “Haha, omg ok, so he’s new and he’s one of you guys” Baz swung around “OH! Look! It’s that new poetry guy, I'ma catch you later” and he danced off, leaving the group stood blinking. Rhys was beginning to recognise that expression, like surviving a flash flood, but this was a Baz flood. “So….” The girl waved awkwardly “Hi, I’m Ruby, I’m doing network engineering, year one – again….” “Rhys” he said “Year one, first time, but I took a break after school before coming to uni so I’m older too” “Oh, cool” she smiled slowly. It was a strange smile, slow and creeping and all of a sudden she’d been smiling for a while and you didn’t even notice. She wasn’t what you’d call amazingly gorgeous. She was short, really short, and her nose was all snubby, her cheeks chubby and a dusting of freckles covered her nose, cheeks and forehead. Her eyes were hidden behind thick rimmed glasses, but then she smiled and it was like seeing the sun rise on a grey morning.

“Arwen” they guy with elf ears thrust his hand out and pumped away at Rhys’s “year two advanced computer coding” he spoke in a tight, short voice and whilst his smile was friendly enough, the eyes behind it were cold and glittered with ice. He put his arm around Ruby. “We’re together” he smiled again, coldly. “That’s great” said Rhys “I have a girl back home on the farm, I miss her, you’re lucky to be together” he didn’t, but his hackles were up with this guy, and he wouldn’t give him an inch. The bowtie wearing guy coughed and awkwardly put out his hand. “H-H-H-hi. I’m M-M-M-mmmmmm” “Mike” chorused the group, unthinkingly. “M-mike” he said thankfully. “I’m th-th-the group s-s-s-tudent representative” The last word flung itself out of his mouth with such intensity Rhys was momentarily taken aback, but realised this was the way he could get harder words out. Instantly feeling a warmth towards him, Rhys grabbed his hand and shook it firmly. “Nice to meet you” Rhys said, and meant it.

The night wore on and they chatted, Rhys found himself relaxing happily into a group. They all exchanged palm pilot info and got to know each other. Mike shared his love of intricate networking code, and even Arwen chilled enough to talk about farming techniques he knew from his own community. Ruby was chatty but guarded, she didn’t give much away, but he found her easy enough to talk to.

As he chatted away in his new group of friends, someone caught his eye. He peered through the crowds and saw a tall, thin, elegant looking girl. Her arms were covered in bright, watercolour style tattoos, she had a few facial piercings, and bright purple hair. He blinked and she had vanished into the throng of people. He turned back to his new friends, the image of the girl leaving his mind as he chatted away. Happy he had come to the meet and greet now, he found himself looking forward to his time at university a lot more.

It was a couple of days later and he was walking to his class. The pavement less crowded now everyone had started to settle into the routine. The leaves on the tree’s had begun to turn orange. He smiled, there was no need for it, the synthetic leaves on the cities trees worked year round, but every year they turned orange for the autumn and early winter, and shrank away into imitation twigs for the winter, unlike the real tree’s back on his farm, which really did turn orange and shed their leaves. Humans were a funny bunch, he mused, we’ve made such a mess of things, but we still like things to be as they should be. As he was walking along admiring the trees, Rhys noticed the purple haired girl walking towards him. She stopped to look at her palm pilot and Rhys walked over to her.

“Hi” he said…”I, um, I don’t usually do this but I noticed you at the party the other night and …um….I like your hair?” He ended his sentence in almost a squeak as nerves took over and his voice rose. She smiled, a beaming, wide smile that reached her eyes and lit up her entire person. “Hi! Thank you! Most people think it’s too 'out there’ yanno but it makes me happy” She grabbed a bunch of it and flung it about. “it’s so retro right?” “haha, yea I guess” said Rhys “very twenty-tens!” “I know right! I’m Jen by the way”,she stepped in and gave Rhys a quick hug. She was a bubbly, enthusiastic girl and babbled away at Rhys happily, not minding at all he’d approached her. “so, what do you study?” He realised he’d just been starting at her as she spoke, and shook himself internally. “Oh, networking and that..” he said dismissively. “No way, cool! Me too! I’ve just missed the first couple classes but I’m on it now! In fact, I’m meant to be on my way now, are you going that way? I think I’m lost, I was just checking the campus map when you said hi.” “Yea I am actually” Rhys fell into step beside her and they walked to the class together. He found her enthusiasm strange, she reminded him a lot of Baz, in fact, she looked slightly like him too now he thought about it. “Do you, do you know Baz?” He asked her. “YEA! Yea man, Baz is my brother, you know him too?” “He actually invited me to the party the other night, I’ve not seen him since though, is he ok?” “Yea he’s cool, just busy, student council and organising and stuff. He actually graduated last year, but stayed behind and took a job here for a year.” They carried on chatting throughout the lecture, to the disapproving glances of their peers, and into the lunch hall together, not even thinking to call off their conversation, Rhys found himself opening up to her about his whole life, the farm, his loving but slightly over-bearing parents, his desires to join a colony and so on, and she told him all about her family, about growing up with Baz and how they teased each other, and how her complete lack of direction but enthusiasm for computing lead her to take the course. Most days after that they met up and walked to class together, usually with one of the others on the course as well.

That first semester was full of warmth and happiness. Everyone was great friends and very close. Jen and Ruby would tease the boys, threatening to do their make up if they fell asleep, taking silly pictures on their palm pilots and dressing up in costumes at any opportunity. Mikes stutter had become part of the conversation, the gang would fill in automatically for him, or tease him good naturedly about it and though it would never go, when he was with his friends it was much less noticeable. Arwen had lost his stoic coldness once he realised Ruby really was totally into him and he didn’t need to be so guarded. He confided in Rhys one night that his mother and father had a very jealous relationship and he realised that it wasn’t healthy. They talked deeply that night, and as the sun rose the two men were solid friends. The autumn bled into winter which fell into spring. Long nights around campfires drinking and talking turned into long study session as exams loomed and essays were due. The gang could often be found at each others rooms working together, studying, chatting or just playing the VR together. The work was hard but interesting and Rhys was smart enough to cope with the load.

As time went on though, Rhys began to notice Jen was looking drawn, the circles under her eyes were getting darker and she was slowing down. She wasn’t the bubbly, outgoing girl he met at the beginning of the term, even the bright purple hair that first caught his eye hadn’t been re-dyed in a long while.

One day when they were chilling in his room he sat next to her and took her smooth, manicured hands into his large, rough ones. “Jen,” he looked at her seriously, “are…are you ok?” his shyness that had left long ago returning suddenly at the thought of confronting his friend. “Honestly?” She rubbed her face. “I … I don’t think I am.” Her chin wobbled and she took a huge breath in before fiddling with her fingers and avoiding his eye “I know like, that you and Ruby and the others find it easy and I really am trying and I don’t wanna let you down but….like…. I’m struggling with the work and it’s really making me kinda ill. I’m so stressed about not getting a good mark that I can’t sleep, or eat, and of course then I’m tired all the time and I can’t concentrate and it makes it worse. I don’t know what to do” Rhys pulled her into his shoulder and stroked her faded hair.

“Oh Jen you daft girl, why didn’t you say anything, you know we’d help” “I know, but, I don’t want help, I want to be able to do it, but honestly, I really don’t feel very well at all.”

They sat on his sofa and talked, a very serious, very long talk. He hadn’t realised just how ill his friend was. Jen was really struggling with the work, and he could see the mental strain was affecting her physically. By the end of the night they’d talked together about her leaving. He didn’t want her to go, she was his best friend on campus, and his confident in most things, and he realised just how much he really cared for her. But if it was making her poorly, it wasn’t right that she carry on struggling. They dm’d the others and they all came round, palm pilots pinging almost immediately in response and by the end of the night they had, as a group, figured out the best route. Two days later Rhys leaned out of his dormitory window and waved goodbye to her, the promises to talk every single day still on his lips and the smell of her freshly dyed hair in his nose as they’d clung tight. He watched her fathers van full of her things leave the campus and head out onto the road, the electric engine humming quietly as she went out of sight. He cried then. He sat down on his bed, sank his head into his hands and sobbed like he hadn’t since he was a young boy. The last time he cried like this he’d lost his childhood dog to old age. He hadn’t realised just how much he really did care for Jen. The way her smile lit up her face, the infectious bubblyness of her personality, the silly ideas she had and the way she was always there for him. That time he’d caught the most awful cold and she’d brought him chicken soup and teased him about his “man flu”. All of this hit him deep in his stomach. He knew she wasn’t far away, but she’d gone, and it hurt. He cried himself to sleep that night.

The semester spun along, as spring turned into summer they all finished their exams and said goodbye for the summer holidays. Promises to meet up, dm’s from Jen and arrangements were made, and Rhys went home to the farm. He’d missed his parents, and they were thrilled to have him back. The summer passed by in a whirlwind of family gatherings, barbecues and even his cousins wedding. He invited Jen along as his partner and they had the best time, laughing and drinking. Before she left they drove up to meet Ruby and Arwen, and spent a weekend at a lake house. The artificially heated waters filled with screams as the young adults splashed each other and messed about whilst the airships whizzed by in the hot summer sky over head.

Summer soon left and with it Rhys left the farm, this time to a shared house near the college with Ruby, Mike, Arwen and another girl Tina, who was studying Law. Baz had left the university now, moved onto a role in a large company that sent him all over the world. They had the occasional message, or vlog from him in some random country where he’d set up a huge data system, or met some interesting locals he wanted to share.

The year passed slowly, the laughter was much less as the work got harder and everyone more serious. Ruby and Arwen argued hard, and made up even harder, their bedroom door often banged on and a yell to “keep it down” from the other housemates. No one minded really, they all were still as close as could be, and it was a way to blow off some steam. Jen messaged now and then to say she’d make the trip up, but days, weeks and eventually months passed with no visit. She’d taken a role in her fathers company and was learning how to run the business, presumably to take over from him eventually they all said, and she was busy. Exams rolled around again, and the messages slowed to a monthly catch up, and eventually trickled to a stop. Jen would drop him a line now and then, full of news about her life, the bubbly Jen he knew, but on the other side of the country now. The conversations full, but brief. He’d reply with just as much news, but over time, eventually she stopped texting and he stopped replying. Not on purpose, but work, university and life just took over, and Jen, and Baz to an extent, became a distant, fond memory for all of them, a like of a post on Instafan, or a “lol” comment on MyBook and that was it.

University ended and Rhys moved back home. Applications to jobs sent out he took on some freelance work which sent him around the area and eventually around the country. Word got about that he was quick, capable and an honest worker, and he soon found himself charging more and more, and busier and busier. He reached out to Ruby and they went into partnership together, within months they had set up a company and employed more staff. He even managed to do some work for his childhood dream company Space-X before the Mars projects collapsed in a major disaster. Two years after he had left university he was in his office replying to emails and working on a new data centre design when ruby burst into his office and thrust her palmpilot at him. “What?” he mouthed at her. She just grinned and closed the door. “Hello?” he asked, wondering what had got Ruby so excited. “Rhys?” “Jen?” he whispered “Is that really you?” “It IS! OMG RHYS” She squealed and he held the phone away from his ear a second, grinning like a schoolboy. He could hear her manic fast babbling “and so I saw your picture in the Business news section on the pilot when I was catching up and I recognised you like right away and then I saw your company name and so I rang but your line was busy so I tried again and got hold of Ruby and omg doesn’t she sound great are her and Arwen doing ok? I saw on MyBook that they had gone to Bali for the summer don’t they look sweet I can’t believe he got rid of his ears though but I guess we’re all serious now ….” She took a breath. “So, anyway, I’m in your area on business and wondered if you’d like to grab lunch?”

“Um…yea, sure..when?” “Oh, like now?” Rhys burst out laughing, she hadn’t changed a bit. “You know what, yea, why not, I'd like that, There’s a great little fusion place round the corner from the office, do you know the address? I’ll buzz it to your pilot now.” “Yey I got it! Ok, see you in 20 mins?” she hung up before he could reply.

Suddenly his heart raced, he hadn’t seen her in what? Two, nearly three years? Not since the summer of his cousins barbecue? Had it really been that long? He stood in front of the mirror in his office. The same mirror that had followed him all that time ago from his little farm house bedroom, into the city and now into his high rise office. He smoothed his hair down. Money was kind to people and he dressed well, and looked good. But he felt like that out of place country hick thrown into a city party again. He threw on a jacket and stuck his head into Ruby’s office. “So… I’m going to meet Jen for lunch” he said, with a bemused look on his face. “Oh my god” she giggled, “That’s so Jen, so random! You going to Chiaros?” “Yea, love me a bit of fusion”. “You sure do! Ok, have a great time.” “I will” He left the office, shook his head to the offer of a car from his doorman and walked around the block. As he entered the restaurant the owner bustled over. “Mr Rhys sir hello! Table for one sir as usual sir?” “No, actually Chi, I’m meeting an old friend. Two please, and quiet?” “Quiet?” a voice over his shoulder made him jump “since when were we ever quiet?” He turned around to see her stood there, bright purple hair shining as the sun gleamed through the windows and hit it just right, like something from a cheesy movie. She was dressed smartly in a business suit, her facial piercings gone apart from one tiny gem in her cupids bow just above her lip. She grabbed hold of him and squeezed him so tightly he made a slight “urk” noise. “Eep sorry!” she grinned at Chiaro and he grinned back, leading them to a booth and taking drinks orders.

[komyou]

Part 1: The History – A Timeline

This is part of a series describing the history, context, and technical details of the modding we've been doing resulting in this big En Masse / NA TERA commotion:

Introduction. What's all this about?

Part 1: The History – A Timeline ⬅ You're here!

Part 2: Techno Mumbo Jumbo. The technical details of how and why these mods work.

Part 3: What Can Be Done?. What do we know, and how should we address it?

Conclusion (not yet published). Obligatory closing thoughts.

Feel free to skip around to the parts that interest you.

The Setup

First, let's get our bearings. NA and EU TERA were officially released in May 2012. The level cap was 60 and you needed to purchase a subscription to play.

It wasn't long for people to start thinking about stuff like DPS meters. In July 2012, just two months later, we started seeing a rudimentary meter (forum post, YouTube link). Back then, it just looked at your screen and tried to read numbers from your combat log. Its main issue was that it needed pixel perfect samples for each digit, otherwise it would silently skip it. Suddenly, a 1 mil crit became 100k and you had no good way to see when this was happening.

Just for reference, NA TERA went F2P in February 2013.

May 2013, a full year after TERA's release, someone put up a GitHub repository for a TERA server emulator. There was a whole lot going on with reverse engineering and emulating TERA servers, but I wasn't a part of any of the communities doing that at the time, so I have no reference points aside from this repository going up.

This was pretty big, in my opinion, for a number of reasons. First, it's a public repository on GitHub. That means it's easy to find and open source. Anyone can see that code if they go looking for it. Second, it's written in a language which I find to be fairly accessible, and the author did a pretty good job of separating things nicely.

I mention the meter and the server emulator because these became the foundation for my own project. I was unhappy with that one meter. I thought we could do better. I started trying to read the combat log off the screen, but quickly decided that I wanted something much more accurate and reliable. That led me to two options: reading TERA memory, or reading TERA's network data.

Well, I've never done anything with memory reading, but we just so happen to have this open source server emulator. If we can emulate a TERA server, surely that means we know how to read what a TERA client is sending. And if we know how the server is making whatever it's sending back, we should be able to figure out how to read it too. Hmm...

Meishu Enters the Scene

Next thing you know, by January 2014 during the Wonderholme patch, I had written a TERA packet sniffer and made my own take on a DPS parser. Granted, this one was mostly just for show, but I did post about it on the forums. Not a release, just a showcase. It got plenty of praise before being hidden from the public by moderators—simply because I discussed my methods (i.e., packet sniffing).

In February 2014, I published the framework. I didn't post about it anywhere, and it's not the DPS parser itself; it's only the thing that made the DPS parser work. As mentioned, it was just a packet sniffer (the technical details are in the next section, part 2). However, I purposely omitted one major component from my repository: the cryptography code... which just so conveniently happened to exist in another project using the same programming language I was using.

A few days later, I wrote another forum post, this time analyzing character sliders. Luckily, this thread got to stay—but you can probably tell by now just how long I'd been working with this sort of stuff.

If I recall, I didn't end up doing a whole lot with the framework itself. I used that programming language since that's what the server emulator used and I could straight up copy the cryptography code, but that language wasn't my forte. Ultimately, I was mostly just having it log the decrypted packets so I could have another program analyze it.

So I thought, what the heck, this packet sniffer code is taking a lot of effort to maintain when I could just skip the middleman and do it way simpler in the language I'm very familiar with. And maybe, just maybe, instead of being stuck with only reading stuff, we might be able to modify it too. Hmmmm...

It didn't take me long. I stopped updating that GitHub project the next month, and in April 2014 I had stated that I was working on a better version.

By the end of April I was already playing with "headless clients"—bots. For instance, a priest on MT had a macro to cycle buffs while AFK in one of the alliance halls, but then got a 3-day suspension. My response? What if it only buffed when you waved?

Besides that, the only other thing I did with it was make a chat bot that would relay everything between guild chat and IRC, which was just amazing at bringing together my guild. And what with being on the roleplay server, friends and I had this thing we'd sometimes do where we'd sit around the Velika tavern and watch the RP while idling. We called it "tavern scumming". I was already having fun playing with this guild/IRC bot and figuring out this chat stuff, so I thought, why not see if we can watch tavern RP at any time? What if the bot relayed RP to a website? And so I launched tavern-scumming.

It didn't last long. People caught wind, reported the bot and site for harrassment, and had En Masse look into it. The bot account, as well as all of my accounts, got slapped with a permaban.

I appealed. I appealed it so hard. Look—I'm a very loyal player. I have the Mark I titles for MC and KNXX. I love this game and I just want to make cool stuff. If I wanted to make anything actually malicious, I would have done it long ago. My forum and tumblr posts show the opposite of ill will.

They unbanned me, but not without warnings to be careful. Actually, the only issue was with the RP chat relay, because the GM said, verbatim, "[t]he IRC transcription function is not technically against the Terms of Service, but you are responsible for the transcribed chat".

Wow, how times have changed.

After the Ban

I went somewhat quiet for a while. The new project was gamechanging. I was thinking of all sorts of stuff and seeing what I could do with it, but I also didn't want to land myself in another sticky situation like that.

A couple of months later, on June 2014, this tumblr was made along with its first post. The stuff I was showing wasn't as practical anymore, but it was still kind of neat to see.

And by September 2014 I was just fooling around at that point. Besides, that was during the Rift's Edge patch anyway, so fooling around was about all there was to do anyway.

In October 2014 I started showing off Arborean Apparel. This was super neat to make and super neat to show... but did I really want to release it? tera-proxy is ridiculously powerful on its own, and then we want to let people play dressup for free? Well, I mostly rushed to make it look pretty to show off, but I really wasn't happy with the actual code and how I was building the data, so I figured I had time to think it over.

A few days later, tera-proxy was quietly published. Again, nothing else was there. No scripts or modules or anything like that to do anything. It was just a framework—with cryptography included this time. If you ran that code on its own, nothing in your game would've changed.

Nobody really noticed, and that was perfectly fine with me.

A lot of time passed in more or less silence. I was occasionally posting neat stuff on this blog and doing a few changes here and there with tera-proxy, while only few people noticed me (who were already from the server emulation community, like the person who wrote the emulator that got me started). Most importantly, I was just having fun playing the game.

One year passed. We saw Fate of Arun, Crusades, Sky Castles, Dreadspire, Gunner, Timescape, and Stepstone Isle.

On October 2015, Gothos published their attempt at a packet sniffing DPS meter—which, by the way, just so happens to use the same encryption code that I used. And from there, both ShinraMeter and CasualMeter showed up on GitHub.

Soon after, I remade my guild chat bot, except now the hot thing was Discord. So the Discord relay got published in November 2015.

Several months later, in May 2016, we saw TeraDPS.io. Then, I believe sometime in September 2016, Moongourd took its place.

On October 2016, just before the sorc revamp, I wrote fast-fire at the request of overseas friends who play archer, ninja, and gunner.

It went from friend to friend to very competitive friend, and with DPS leaderboards now being posted online, that was starting to mean a whole lot.

Some people didn't understand what it was doing. Some people got jealous or upset.

So in December 2016, it exploded. Big time.

After It Hit the Fan

Well, I figured, since everyone either knows about or has it now, I might as well start properly supporting it.

Lots of people noticed. Lots of people wanted to not be gimped by ping. Healers and archers hailing from Europe were sending thanks—and even people here at home, where California gets the same ping as the UK.

And people wanted more. No less than four people were trying to extend fast-fire to work with pretty much all skills in general. More quality of life mods popped up too. Work on the proxy spiked in the months following the drama thanks to a number of very helpful people contributing data and suggestions.

Unfortunately, with enough time came the exploits too. And that brings us to today. April 2017.

To my knowledge, someone found a way to buy items in the emporium from a higher tier than is accessible, and also posted a screenshot of having a metric ton of credits (although it was only the clientsided display; these were not valid, spendable credits). In response, EME took down the rewards system in order to fix it.

At the same time, it was announced that the triple drop weekend would not be including Ruinous Manor due to exploits. A lot of people thought this was linked with the rewards shop exploit, but as far as I'm aware, you didn't even need the proxy to exploit RM. You could easily do it with the vanilla game. But as soon as one person mentioned "the injector", all hell broke loose.

Then the bans started happening, alongside a public statement from En Masse with a hard stance against any and all third party tools and modifications. And lots of people are not happy.

The forums are a mess, the TERA stream chat was a mess, meme images and videos on recent events are everywhere, petitions and boycott plans are being made, and the community is divided.

That's what's made me so hesitant to release things all these years. That's why I've been so quiet on this blog and never been able to deliver on release promises. I knew that if this became a big thing, it would also become a big problem.

To know exactly why the proxy can wield so much power, I'll be explaining everything going on behind the scenes in part 2: Techno Mumbo Jumbo.

Corrections:

April 29, 7:28 pm Pacific: Fixed patch eras. Made MC parse run during WH patch, not MC patch. The fooling around / FABULOUS video was from Rift's Edge patch, not WH patch.

7:33 pm: "November 2016" for the Discord relay corrected to "November 2015".

7:35 pm: Clarified the rewards system was taken down for fixes, and added a link to the triple drop news announcement.

[paladinsheadcanons]

I want to see more Arturos! Maybe him and Sha Lin have a contest?

Yay Arturos! He’s actually super fun to write about. - Mod Mal’Damba

Upon learning that her father would be staying with the Paladins for the next couple of weeks, Cassie promptly got around to introducing Arturos to her friends. They were welcoming, those who had heard of him before honoured to be in the presence of the legendary hunter whose name had crossed many lands. The huntress was saving who she thought her father might take a great interest in for last, pulling him down to the archery range when everyone else had been met and introduced.

“Sha Lin!” Cassie called down the range, attracting the attention of the Desert Wind who was practicing on targets that were punctured with arrows ridiculously close to the bullseye mark. She excitedly ran up to him, dragging her father with her. The archer lowered his bow when he saw her running up.

“I’ve been introducing my dad to everyone since he’s staying for a few weeks,” She explained. “Dad, this is Sha Lin. Sha, my dad Arturos.” The two men shook hands.

“It is an honour to finally meet you in person. I’ve heard many stories of your legendary hunts,” Sha Lin dipped his head in respect to the hunter.

Arturos put his palm on his chest, honoured by the compliment. “The pleasure is all mine.” He eyed the bow in Sha Lin’s hand. “You an archer too huh?”

“Yes sir. Grew up with this old thing.” Sha Lin raised the bow, taking fire at the target. The arrow he shot broke another one already stuck into the too-full board, cracking the arrow and causing its bottom end to fall to the ground. 

“I don’t suppose you’d be up for a little friendly competition?” Arturos proposed. “No stakes, just a little test of our skills.”

A competition in which there was nothing to lose, against who might be the greatest archer to ever live? “I accept,” Sha Lin responded confidently. “How about tomorrow, after breakfast?”

Arturos nodded, and they shook hands again in agreement of the contest. It would be a true sight to see, two amazingly skilled archers putting their skills against each other. They wished Sha Lin goodbye, exiting the range to head back up to the base.

Word of their little competition had spread across the entire team, and they were excitedly chatting amongst themselves over who would win. Drogoz had already started taking bets early in the morning from the rest of the team. The night before Pip and Grohk had gone out catching birds for the contest - after all, what fun was an archery contest on stationary targets? 

They had settled on releasing the birds one by one, in which the next bird would only be released after the previous one had been shot down or escaped, and whoever could kill all twenty birds first would win. The Paladins gathered around the point in the center of Serpent Beach where both contenders faced their backs to each other. Pip sat on one ledge on Sha Lin’s side, while Cassie sat on the other ledge facing her father, both of them with a cage full of calling pigeons at their feet. 

“Contestants, are you ready?” Bomb King called through a loudspeaker that was completely unnecessary. Sha Lin and Arturos both gave their ready responses, drawing their bows in preparation. “Go!”

Pip and Cassie got to work, opening the cage and grabbing the first bird they could reach and tossing it into the air. The pigeons flew, desperate to be free, one by one escaping the cage as both archers shot them down with remarkable precision and speed. 

The Paladins cheered on for both of them as pigeons fell from the sky one by one. A few arrows on both ends whizzed past the birds harmlessly, although no bird got away in time to escape their fates. It was a rhythm they followed. Draw, aim, fire, draw, aim, fire. Nothing else mattered.

Arturos, with his many more years of experience under his belt, could only beat Sha Lin by a second. “Done!” Cassie yelled, shutting the empty bird cage just as Sha Lin shot his last one out of the sky.

The Paladins roared in excitement, Drogoz splitting the betting prize pool among those who had bet on Arturos. Both contenders turned to face each other, shaking hands. “It was an honour to compete against you, Sha Lin. You have years less of training, but you are still a legendary archer yourself.” He placed a hand on Sha Lin’s shoulder.

“Thank you, Arturos. It would still be my greatest honour if you would train me for the few weeks that you are staying here.” The Desert Wind slung his bow onto his back, hoping that Arturos would agree.

The legendary hunter chuckled. “I doubt there is anything I could teach you that you don’t already know, but I will gladly train with you. These old hands haven’t had time to hunt anything as of late. Come on, let’s go back inside.”

[teejaydeetrip]

A Bandaged Left Hand

I had an extremely vivid dream last night in which I gave myself a vasectomy with a pair of scissors and some extremely small plastic pegs. I remember the skin of my ball sack felt like plastic or polyester and there was no blood. At some point the stitching came undone and I had not taken the pegs out and I ran around the house trying to find some kind of tool to fix it. I was worried mostly about infection. I can’t remember how it started and I don’t think it ended on any proper note on account of a loud truck rumbling past my window and waking me up. The first thing I did was check my balls. The second thing I did was breathe a sigh of releif, and the third thing I did was fall asleep again, because it was only 11.30am and I had been up late the night before. 

Being awake at night in Australia is tormenting. Nobody is awake after 1am and nobody is really up for chatting after 12. I don’t think anybody was in Japan either, but at least I had drive there. On the rare night that I wasn’t singing karaoke, or trading stories with other travellers, I was driven. I had things to write. I had things to say. I learned Japanese or sketched ideas. I watched movies in little booths on futons in internet cafes and drank ramen and lay back, contented that the moment I wanted to, I could walk outside into the bright shining lights of 3am in Osaka. Are there many places that bright at 3am in other parts of the world? I hear New York is pretty lively. 

Here, even in the trendy parts of Sydney, I’d be lucky to find a service station. Here, I watch Netflix on autopilot. I just watched the second season of The Man In The High Castle, on complete autopilot. I barely registered it at all. It’s a good show, but not at the same time. It’s intensely boring, yet utterly compelling at the same time. TV shows take up too much time. I need to learn to write more. To use this diary. 

I haven’t written in days. What have I missed? I don’t think I’ve written yet about The Dove and Olive. This bar hired me as a bartender. I applied for a bartender position, and trialled as a bartender, yet when I started, they put me on the floor. My job is not to pour beers, but to deliver schnitzels and steaks to baby boomers for 5 hours a night, then clean the shitty gross plates up and gather their shitty gross napkins and bin their shitty gross leftovers. I made it known to some of my co-workers. They told me that is just the way it is here when you start. Then others added that that is just the way it is for guys in general. Floor staff have to change the kegs over and girls are too weak for that, apparently. 

There are like 7 or 8 girls tending bar here, meaning most nights will have me on the floor. I was not happy with this and I made it known. I didn’t say to the managers what I wanted to say; that any place with an initiation process is not the kind of place that I work at, or that I came here to be a bartender, not a fucking waiter. But I made I certainly didn’t have a smile on me when I had to do these. Every day I started I would walk behind the bar and start pouring beers until someone said “Hey aren’t you on the floor today?” to which I would respond, “I don’t know, am I?”.  On Friday, the Manager On Duty didn’t know how to answer me, and just let me pour beers. I don’t know if I was supposed to be on the floor or if he was just shy, It was St Paddy’s day. Pouring Guiness is a bitch. I dropped a pint glass while trying to hang it up and tried to catch it but ended up just slamming it down even harder onto a bench. It shattered and the shards cut my pointer and index finger.  

The licensee emailed me on Saturday, after working 3 shifts. She had gotten the hint. It had been passed up the chain of command from the MOD to the DM to the licensee. She asked me if I was comfortable and I checked the Sydney Bartender Exchange group on Facebook and found an ad for a cocktail bartender in Redfern and messaged him asking for the position. 

He messaged back 3 hours later to ask if I wanted to come in for a trial shift on that evening. 

I emailed the licensee back at the Dove and Olive telling her I wasn’t happy with the way things were at the ol’ Dolive and that I would be happy to finish the shifts I had been rostered on for next week, but that was it. It was all very amicable. She thanked me for my time and I thanked her for hers and we agreed I’d finish next week, then I went and got drunk with Nigel, my old lecturer from uni. 

I haven’t seen Nigel in 5 years. Kat and I, both students of his, had emailed him from Japan, when we met up and had a drink over there. He spent some time living and working in Japan and constantly joked about how hot Japanese girls are. He was the perfect sleazy old man charming rogue stereotype, only with real experience in the music industry and genuinely funny things to say. I told Kat and Nigel to meet me at Goro’s.

I drank a lot the night before, and was early. My eyes were pounding in the back of my head and I had a sharp fuzzy feeling scratching at the back of my head. A slight pounding headache. Goro’s was shut. I couldn’t bring myself to do anything except smoke and wait. Nigel and Kat arrive eventually, and we decide to walk to El Loco, a Mexican themed place that used to be The Excelsior. It’s only a few minutes around the corner. You can’t smoke in the outside tables because they serve food there but nobody is eating, so we do anyway. 

Kat tells us about her time in London and I tell them about my time in Japan and Germany and Nigel tells us about his time at the uni, where his employment is tenuous at best, and he tells us about how he hates Germany because he got into lots of trouble there and spent some time in German prison. His story was the kind of thing you can see in your head as a movie. Nigel in a leather jacket in the 80′s, careening across Europe like a flaming satellite crashing back down to earth, bringing with it information gleaned from the void. 3 day benders without leaving the same bar in Spain, dangerous meetings with dangerous men in dangerous alleys in Germany, snuff film screenings in warehouses in Amsterdam.

Before it’s all over, we have had 4 or 5 jugs of beer and a full packet of cigarettes in the space of 2 and a half hours and my spiky hangover has been replaced by a groggy hair-of-the-dog hangover and I need to go pretend to be a cocktail bartender in Redfern. I hug the both of them goodbye and we promise to do this again sometime soon. 

Moya’s Juniper Lounge. That’s the name of the place. It’s a small bar in Redfern specialising in gin and gin cocktails. On the way, I swing by Henry and Amanda’s place to borrow a black button up shirt. Henry only has two black button up shirts. One has a floral print and the other is a tuxedo shirt. I go with the tuxedo shirt. 

The owner, Charlie, sits me down the moment I get in. I apologise for the tuxedo shirt, it was the only one I could get at late notice. He says that’s fine. He gives me the run down. The place sticks to gin classics and sours. He has like 200 different kinds of gin and a handful of whiskeys. Charlie asks about my experience. I answer. He asks me what my availabilities are like and what kind of work I am looking for.  I answer.  I pretty much have the job interview before the trial, which is a good sign. He introduces me to Nick, the other bartender, here from The Wild Rover, a whiskey bar in Surry Hills. A gangly kid that doesn’t look a day over 17. Nice kid, but a bit standoff-ish.

I fumble my way through conversation with the two of them whilst nobody comes in at all for an hour. A small group come in and I make my second ever Martini. The guy likes it so much that all his friends ask for one two. 

So my conversation skills aren’t so great while I feel this whacked out, but I have made the best martini this group has ever had, so at least my martini game is strong. They make them vintage style here. Charlie says he wants his bar to look and feel like it came straight out of the 1950′s. All the stuff you usually have in speed rails is on a table behind the bar, the furniture are all antiques or rescued from Charlies grandparents farm, music from the 30′s, 40′s and 50′s plays through the PA. and the martini’s are made with: -60ml Tanqueray gin -20ml Dry vermouth -2 Dashes orange bitters -1 Olive

We have no other customers until 9.30pm, when about 6 groups of people all mill in seemingly at once. We are chocked. I pump out Negroni’s and Martini’s and Aviation’s and Charlie Chaplin’s with relative ease. I get stuck on the Clover Club. It’s a sour whose ingrediants have escaped my mind, so I’ll have to list next time. The important thing to note here is that I have never worked a cocktail bar that didn’t have it’s egg white’s kept in a squeeze bottle, pre-cracked by whoever does that. I drop the egg yellow into the first mix by accident and ditch the whole mix. On the second attempt, I put the ice in the wrong side of the shaker, and attempt to put the other side, with is mix on top of the one with the ice, spilling the whole mix all over the prep station. On the third attempt, we have run out of squeezed lemons. so I begin to cut up a lemon and slice my thumb open and start bleeding everywhere. I have to ask Nick to finish it, and Charlie finds me a band-aid and opens it up while I keep the bleeding at bay with a tissue. 

After I’ve been patched up, I make a couple more negroni’s and aviations (aviators?) and when it hits 10, I check Facebook and realise that I’m shifted on at the club at 10, not 11. I’m about to tell Charlie this, and as I do, he tells me that’s good for tonight and if I need to get off to the club, I’m free to do so. 

I’m concerned, but he handshakes hard and strong and smiles many thank you’s He tells me that another lady is finishing up here, but he would be happy to split the time up between us if I have enjoyed myself. To top it all off, he pays me for the trial. It’s a sign of a decent man, if not heavenly entity to pay for a trial shift in Sydney. 

I change out of my tuxedo shirt and into a black T and thank Charlie again on the way out. I wave goodbye and walk right next door, into a hip hop bar called Hustle & Flow. I order a shot of tequila, tip the change and grab a cab from outside. I message Marina, letting her know I will be late, and it ends up costing me 20 dollars to get one suburb over. Fucking cabs, man. 

I can’t remember the name of the girl who is promoting the party, but she is turnt as fuck. She used to work here, and keeps letting herself in behind the bar to make Margarita’s for herself. I try to tempt her with the offer of a margarita-ish drink but she never takes me up on it, so I offer one to Marina and make her a Whisky-rita. (-60ml Bourbon -30ml Drambuie -30ml Lime)

I try to make Matty a St Croix Sour, but it turns out Creme De Ginger is way different to the ginger liqueur I am accustomed to using. 

I drink heaps of tequila on shift. And a beer or three. It’s all good fun. I clean up the bar fine and learn how to use the bottle crusher (Step 1-turn it on. Step 2-put empty bottles into it) and a broken bottle inside it makes a small cut on my finger, but only a tiny drop of blood emerges. It’s on the same hand as the other two.

I walk to The Strawberry Hills Hotel in Surry Hills with Matty and drink a red wine and run into Steve, an old uni friend, and the bar shuts nearly immediately. I take a cab home and stumble into bed at 5.30am on Sunday morning. My weekend has barely even begun.

[officialrpnrides]

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE - Official Statement

Roleplay And Rides

https://www.facebook.com/OfficialRPNRides/

https://officialrpnrides.tumblr.com/

https://www.flickr.com/photos/rprides/

City of Calo / RP N Rides Discord Server

Regarding Accusation of Terrorism by Chris Azrikam by Chaillet Sim Leadership

Accusation made by Mᴀʀᴄ Tʜᴏᴍᴘsᴏɴ (brydenn) and Yυяι Fαиg Tнσмρѕσи (rusty.pippen)

CHAILLET AND MEMORIES SIM FEBRUARY 5, 2019 -- After repeatedly stating that he did not wish to be involved in sim drama involved between Yuri and the rest of the sim Marc Thompson placed Yuri Thompson back in the position of deputy prime minister otherwise “second in command of the sim” When this was brought to the attention of Chris Azrikam, Azrikam resident who had been working on the sim as the Minister of Public Safety, He politely resigned and proceeded to attempt to pick up his items and leave the sim without creating a disturbance. Yuri thompson approached and began trying to get involved in the situation which was a simple discussion between the sim owner and the owner of R& Rides. As many of you know RP & Rides has been a staple of the roleplay and graphics world since 2007 and we have a impeccable reputation of going above and beyond to be polite to our customers and to refrain from personal issues in our business. Unfortunately this cannot always be the case as games and real life often mix. We have submitted the transcripts of the day to an independent review board of 5 people who all agree that Chris Azrikam did not swear, curse, use any foul or detrimental language, nor did he act unprofessionally at any point in this encounter. He was confined to one parcel and was attempting to use area search to find his items during which time he was banned by Yuri Thompson. The Thompsons later claimed that Chris Azrikam intentionally wiped one of their sims and damaged some of their property. There is no evidence to back up this claim. Chris Azrikam attempted to explain how to get a rollback and even contacted their sim owners Victoria Chung to explain the situation and see if they would do a rollback of the sim which would restore the sim to its original state. In accordance with our company policy to always attempt to keep the customer happy.

The next day Chris Azrikam attempted to contact management to have only the inventory he wished to pick up returned from the remaining operational sim. This request was denied and the staff of rp n rides, was all banned from the region. It also came to our attention today on the 9th of October that some people who had been referred their through friends of ours were harassed and that claims that Chris Azrikam was a disgruntled employee, a terrorist, and out to get Yuri were thrown about. None of these are true as indicated by the fact that Chris Azrikam, against the advice of RP N Rides staff wished to continue to try and assist Chaillet in recovering their lost items, even ran the Chaillet aileron and gridnet for them on our sims so they could stay in operation.

These are the findings of the external independent review board we use to make sure we give customers on all games consistent, professional service.

Chris Azrikam was, still is willing to try, and has made every effort to handle the situation with the Chaillet sim staff in a professional matter to resolve the issue.

At no time did any member of our staff say anything derogatory about any member of the Chaillet staff, the sim, or attempt to defame or cause problems for them in any way. And if the situation were resolved, per our policy we would be willing to continue to assist them.

The wiping of the sim was an accident and was not intentional, there is no hard feelings from Chris Azrikam or that we have seen in any correspondence between the two that would lead us to believe that there was any intention of griefing or to harm chaillet.

Yuri Thompson attempted to cause Chris Azrikam to have a seizure using the RP N Rides discord server. This was recorded by RP N Rides staff for several of our games and was quickly acted upon. The prime minister of Chaillet, Marcus later admitted to knowing this occurred but said it was because Chris Azrikam was a “terrorist”

From the time Chris Azrikam left the sim he has not, nor anyone on his behalf, returned to the sim or attempted to cause any issues with the sim, in fact we still were referring people to the new connections center until this evening when it was reported through one of our contacts that someone who went there was treated rudely and that the building had been removed and blamed on Chris Azrikam.

RP N Rides forbids Chris Azrikam from attempting to make any further contact with any of the staff of Chaillet but condones all his actions that he has taken and will continue to support him as the leader of this graphics and roleplay group.

Should Chaillet wish to contact us further we will be glad to discuss helping them but we will not be reaching out anymore to help them due to putting a person's real life and health in jeopardy.

RP N Rides would like to state that we did file several requests with linden labs to have the items returned which unfortunately resulted in all our items being returned and the sim rollback not being able to go through following the actions that put Chris Azrikams real life health in jeapordy.

RP N Rides does not condone acts of violence, threats, intimidation, slander, or personal vendettas and we are confident at this time due to the evidence presented to our staff that our company and our owner has acted within the bounds of our terms of service.

Included in the last page are a few excerpts from witness statements and discord chat logs that were considered in making our decision. Please note these are excerpts and while they were the key factors there were other comments surrounding them. Not all comments are from people who are staff of, related to, or have any affiliation with Roleplay and Rides.

Discord:

TheMysticPilgrimLast Tuesday at 6:13 PM

No.  Until we talk you are banned.  I’ll bulk return then I get home

You earned that for turning my station white

Chris AzrikamLast Tuesday at 6:15 PM

I was putting it back to default

because those textures were mine

TheMysticPilgrimLast Tuesday at 6:17 PM

Don’t worry about it.  The not just banned you

Bot.

[2019/02/07 15:51] Mᴀʀᴄ Tʜᴏᴍᴘsᴏɴ (brydenn): (Saved Thu Feb 07 13:01:14 2019)You've got your shit... now go fuck yourself, you worthless self-loathing stereotype.  Because if you we have to completely rebuild. I should never have trusted someone like you.   At least Pete and Andrew are seeing what you are really like.   I hope you choke on it, and end up completely and totally alone.

A non biased third party in local chat on sl:

[20:57] Thirsty4Moores: Are you related to yuri thompson?

[20:57] Mᴀʀᴄ Tʜᴏᴍᴘsᴏɴ (brydenn): yes he's my son

[20:57] Thirsty4Moores: you know he tried to make someone have a seizure in rl?

[20:57] Thirsty4Moores: he likes to troll people

[20:58] Mᴀʀᴄ Tʜᴏᴍᴘsᴏɴ (brydenn): I'm aware... but that particular individual is a terrorist.  I don't approve of it, but I understand why he did it.

[20:58] Thirsty4Moores: a terrorist?

[20:58] Mᴀʀᴄ Tʜᴏᴍᴘsᴏɴ (brydenn): He's the one who griefed our sim.

[20:58] Mᴀʀᴄ Tʜᴏᴍᴘsᴏɴ (brydenn): There's a pending complaint with LL

[20:59] Mᴀʀᴄ Tʜᴏᴍᴘsᴏɴ (brydenn): Like I said, I don't approve of Yuri doing that, but honestly he was as heartbroken as I was, so I understand it.

RP N RIdes has looked at many hours of conversation, many witness statements were taken, and we are 100% confident that our owner did not intentionally cause any harm to this sim and we do not as a company wish him any harm. We do hope the sims of chaillet and memories rebuild and we wish them the best in the future. This matter is now closed.

About Roleplay And Rides

RP N Rides started out as a roleplay group on Emergency 4 and Farming simulator 13 making mods and having fun playing video games as a group of friends and content creators. Since then our staff has branched into many different games. From simulators, to virtual reality, to second life, to grand theft auto, to arma, to wreckfest, and many other games. We take pride in making the best custom graphics in the business and making some of the best mods and rps in the gaming world. With our committment to excellence RP & Rides will stand above all others and continue to serve the gaming world across all modifiable pc games!

Press release number #145-65-1

You can use the contact us form on our facebook for more information.

[popvultvre]

Happy holidays, Booshlrs! (And merry Christmas, if you celebrate it!)

Here’s a little something that I’ve been writing over the last ~month~ or so, still a work in progress, but what I’ve got so far points to it being wayyyy longer than ‘I Want The Style...’

So here’s a still fairly draft-y version of the first chapter, hope you enjoy it!

They met on Brighton Pier, because where else in the world would Howard meet a mod and get talking to him. It was practically a cliché in the making.

He was weird – and it was evident right off – and that made Howard’s heart warm a little, because that kid with the motorbike at the newsagent had sneered at him but this kid was maybe a little like him. He was dressed mod – but like if Twiggy decided she’d had enough of modelling and Mary Quant and became the fifth member of The Who, whilst keeping her makeup largely the same.

And he caught Howard’s eye and the perfect lines around the eyes hardened and then melted into a smile. Because maybe he could tell that Howard didn’t belong too. And Twiggy boy opened his mouth and laughed like a crow and let a single phrase escape his smirk, “Hey, Ted.”

Howard shifted uncomfortably. “I’m not… I just like the music. Of jazz. The music of the jazz movement… And these clothes.”

Crow boy just laughed again.

That’s when two girls walked out of the shop behind them: one blonde, the other with black hair. They were dressed almost like him but with leather jackets thrown over the top and hair greased back. Right away, Howard knew they were the kind of girls his mother told him to stay away from; the kind of girls who kick just as hard as the boys. They ran the show, not the men in their lives. But as they walked easily towards Vince, Howard knew for all their posturing, they didn’t fit either.

“He bothering you, babe?” The blonde one asked Vince while staring Howard down.

“Nah, he’s fine,” was the reply from the mod, smirking at him.

The black-haired one gave Howard one last glare that made his stomach toss. “Don’t be spending too much time round here, Teddy Boy. Not unless you want a fight.” And then she walked to a motorbike a little ways down the pavement and climbed on, tailed by the mod. The blonde climbed onto another bike, whereas the boy hesitantly climbed on behind the still-scowling black-haired girl. She started the engine and drove by, holding up two fingers as she went past.

He wasn’t on the Pier the next time, just the corner shop. Howard was comparing the prices of two local newspapers. He was deep in thought trying to work out which was closest to the paper his dad would usually get back home in Leeds.

“Hey, Ted.” Howard jumped. He turned and saw the Twiglet (that’s boy-who-looks-like-Twiggy, not the savoury snack) from the Pier. At Howard’s surprise he started laughing again, and Howard realised they had an inside joke now, almost.

“It’s Howard.”

“Howard. Howard,” Crow boy seemed to be testing it out how it sounded. “Howard, Howard, Howard, Hooooooooward. Howard!” He grinned, clearly it had met his standards. “I’m Vince.”

Howard was tempted to repeat Vince’s name alike, but decided against it. That would be undignified.

Howard’s eyes darted briefly about for the girls from before. “Your girlfriend and her mate aren’t here, are they?”

Vince looked surprised, then giggled. “Nah, Judy’s not my girlfriend. They’re just my mates.” He grinned and, laughing, said, “Trust me though, you’re not their type.”

Howard was confused. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure they hate me.”

Vince laughed a little nervously at that. “Yeah, they ain’t fond of strangers.”

“And I’m not interested in them romantically, Howard Moon only goes with girls with finesse.”

“Moon!?” Vince’s eyes lit up. “Like Keith!?”

Howard should’ve seen this coming, but somehow he never does. “Same spelling, but we’re not related.”

Vince’s face fell a little, but he shrugged it off. He scanned one of the shelves behind Howard and picked up a small bag of sherbet flying saucers. “You going to pay for that?” He pointed at the papers Howard was holding.

“Oh,” Howard looked down. “I haven’t decided yet.” He stood there uncomfortably for a few seconds. “My father likes things to be perfect.”

Vince seemed to have none of the stress Howard had over the decision. “Well, they’re both pretty much the same, right? Same news has happened, they just use different words, right?” He plucked the newspaper from Howard’s right hand and placed it messily back on the shelf. “There you go.” He grinned, walking toward the till. “Come on!”

Howard followed.

The shopkeeper took one look at the two of them and rolled his eyes, muttering something about ‘the youth of today’, but Vince only grinned and the man seemed fairly charmed. They handed over the money they owed (although Howard was sure the shopkeeper had knocked down the price of Vince’s sweets).

When they had left, Vince grabbed Howard’s sleeve to stop him walking home. “Hey, I’m going down to the beach. Do you wanna come?” He smiled, looking up at Howard. One hand was playing with the back of his brown hair - a typical mod cut, but with more volume.

He was insane, he had to be. What if the relative seclusion of the beach on a cold and windy day was just what Howard was waiting for to knock Vince about? It‘s not like Brighton doesn’t have a reputation for rockers punching mods into the tarmac while mods kick them back. But, then again, Howard got the feeling that Vince had missed all that. That everyone he knew just existed outside of any clashes. A small bubble of sunshine in an otherwise frequently grim world. Still, Vince was either a fool to trust him so soon or just too naïve to think anyone could be a bad person.

“Yeah, alright.”

Vince grinned.

So that’s how Howard found himself sat on the beach in weather that no-one in their right mind would, side-by-side to the strangest boy he’d ever met. Someone call the Picture Post. Howard could already imagine the headlines: ‘Teddy Boy Jazz Maverick Meets Girly Boy Mod, Form Odd Friendship and No-One Gets Slashed up!’

Vince shook the bag of sweets under Howard’s nose, snapping him out of thought. “Don’t sit there moping! You can have one if you want.”

Howard looked down at Vince. He seemed perfectly content to sit on the pebble beach with just a towel underneath them. He didn’t seem at all worried about his suit – or, at least, his worry was far outweighed by the enjoyment he was getting from watching the sea.

“I’m not moping, sir, I’m purely observing the beauty of our surroundings. I’m a poet, Vince, you wouldn’t understand.”

Vince shrugged at that and ate another flying saucer. “So how did you end up here?”

“Well,” Howard locked eyes with Vince, then uncomfortably looked away. “I followed you.”

Vince started giggling, and Howard bridled. “No, I mean in Brighton!”

Howard’s eyes darted about the place, but he didn’t feel in control of them anymore. “Oh, my family are on holiday here.” A queasiness had developed in his stomach the second Vince had started laughing at him.

“Yeah, mine too. I wanted to go to France though, that’d be marvy!” Vince was fiddling with the buttons on his suit. “We’ve never left England, yeah? We hardly ever leave London.”

“I’ve never been abroad either. I mean, they took me to Scotland once, but I was tiny. We always come down here though, so long as we have the money. Mum says the sea air keeps us strong.”

Vince nodded at this, like it was some wisdom being passed down to him. “Yeah, I think there’s something in that. The girls are down here all the time – ‘cause Susie’s aunt or something lives nearby – and they’re proper strong!”

After that they were a bit quieter, still talking but more like scattered chatting. Howard’s never been good with new people – he’s not a man on the streets or the life of a party. But Vince sat by his elbow (almost too close) and didn’t seem to fazed.

He shook the bag again. “Sure you don’t want the last one?”

Howard shook his head. Vince shrugged. He stuck his tongue out, Howard watching as the rice paper dissolved on his tongue.

Then his mouth closed again, and Howard’s head snapped back to watch the sea.

“Dunno what the time is-”

“You don’t have a watch?” Howard’s mind boggled. How did this boy get anything done? But Vince grinned cheekily, like he wasn’t all that bothered. Like he didn’t believe in the concept of time, didn’t feel trapped by it like Howard, but instead just obliged to follow everyone else following it.

Vince stood up then. “Dunno what the time is but its getting dark. See you later, Howard!” And then he almost half-hugged Howard, pressing his chest to his upper body and giving him a quick and gentle squeeze.

And then he was gone, running down the beach with the wind filling his open jacket like sails or a seagull’s wings.

They hadn’t really agreed to meet again or where, but Howard had a feeling in his chest that said they would.