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[lyfrassiredda]

introducing the unwilling captain of the Dynamos, former Inspector Second Class Lyfrassir Edda! 

The AU where lyfrassir tries to hunt the prison mechs down with their shiny new eldritch powers (and a gun) for ditching them while their system was vored by a crusty imperialist’s eldritch sugar mommy.

Unfortunately, they’re not the only survivor of a Near Mechs Encounter interested in finding the crew of the starship Aurora— not by a long shot.

[veal-exe]

the way western society normalizes hostility toward romantic partnerships, especially ones that involve a masc partner, is genuinely toxic and deeply dehumanizing. there is this baked-in cultural script where masc people are positioned as burdens, villains, punchlines, or ticking time bombs in relationships. and once you notice it, it’s everywhere.

when i talk about my wife, the reaction is so often warmth. admiration. people say she sounds wonderful (she is), they say our relationship seems like a dream (it is, actually, thank you!), they call us relationship #goals. i light up when i talk about her. i love her. she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and being able to talk about that openly is such a joy. i once got crazy drunk at a party (this was when I was still in my early 20s, a different era of my life for sure lmao), stood on a chair, and gave a speech about how much i loved her and wished she was at that party.

but when she talks about me? it’s so often met with weirdness. suspicion. cruelty. even from people who haven’t met me. people joke, they jab, they offer unsolicited concern or imply dysfunction before she’s even said anything that might warrant it.

she says she’s tired, or anxious, or she had a rough day, and they immediately assume it’s a relationship problem. and not just that, they assume i’m the problem. without context. without hesitation. having never met me. it’s like they come in ready to believe i’m the root of her distress. like it’s a default setting, preloaded with assumptions about masc partners. it’s exhausting, and it’s cruel.

and then there’s the really insidious stuff, like when she casually mentioned to a brand new coworker that i’m allergic to blueberries, and their first response was: “well at least you know how to poison him if you need to!”

think about that for a moment.

just… sit with it.

someone she barely knew, upon hearing the most benign fact about me, didn’t say “oh no, food allergies are tough!” or “gotta be careful with that!” they went straight to murder joke. this person hadn’t even met me. and the first thing they felt comfortable joking about with my wife was the idea of killing me.

and people act like that’s funny. like that’s normal. like it’s expected.

but it’s not funny. it’s not normal. it is an extension of a deeply rooted cultural narrative that devalues love, resents intimacy, and paints masc people as disposable, antagonistic, or inherently abusive. it creates an environment where tenderness is suspect, where joy is questioned, and where people, especially femme or femme adjacent people, are quietly encouraged to view their partners not as allies, but as eventual enemies! that's so sad!

it is heinous. and it chips away at us. at trust. at safety. at being allowed to just love each other in peace.

my wife and i love each other. we support each other. we adore each other. we are tender, and playful, and honest, and openly affectionate. and still, people feel comfortable responding to that love by implying violence. by assuming conflict. by projecting dysfunction.

i want better for her. i want better for us. i want better for everyone trying to build something loving in a culture that acts like love is a trap.

you don’t have to think we’re perfect. but you do have to treat our love with respect. and if you can’t do that, you’re not someone we want near it.

and while we’re on the subject: do you know how maddening it is to watch people go out of their way to privately message my wife! my wife! to shittalk me? to try and stir something up, to start some weird little whisper campaign because they didn’t like a take i had, or didn’t like the way i worded something? they sneak into her dms like it’s their sacred duty to “warn” her, or play devil’s advocate, or lowkey vent about me to her, as if she’s just this passive, neutral vessel who might be won over to their side. as if she has not been married to me, on purpose, for years.

and like. the entitlement of that alone is jusr? staggering. she’s not your fucking inside woman. she’s not your spy. and she is not your tool to try and triangulate some imaginary interpersonal drama.

not only does she share most of my so-called “big opinions” (why do you think we’re married), but even if she didn’t! even if she didn’t agree with me on every single thing! it is so profoundly inappropriate to try to sow discord between us. especially when it’s just because someone didn’t like a post or opinion I have. you are not doing anything brave or righteous when you do that. you are trying to isolate a marginalized couple from their mutual support system. and you need to ask yourself why that is something you feel compelled to do.

and it doesn’t stop there. here on tumblr, people will befriend her, knowing she is married to a multigender transmasc person! and then go on to reblog and boost the most vile, hurtful shit about masc people/trans men/etc. just hateful garbage dressed up as discourse or “critical thought” or whatever flavor of thinly veiled bigotry is trending that week.

do you have any idea what it feels like to witness that? do you have any idea how heartbreaking it is? this is someone trying to make friends, trying to connect, trying to exist with softness and warmth in a world that already makes that hard and people keep showing her that their care and respect stops where mine begins.

and it’s not just about me. it’s about how deeply embedded this disgust and resentment is, socially, toward anyone who’s masc, toward anyone who steps outside the boundaries of what a “safe” queer person is supposed to look like. people feel entitled to show us disdain, and then act shocked when we don’t want to stick around for it.

and you know what it actually does? it isolates people. it drives wedges where there should be community. it makes people who want to be open and kind feel like they have to choose between friendship and integrity. it steals the joy of shared space. it poisons the well.

this is what happens when hatred gets repackaged as progress. this is what happens when people mistake cruelty for critique. and it fucking sucks.

be better.

or leave us alone.

[austinbutlerslovers]

Mr. Butlers Baby Sitter 3

Label Mature 18+

🔗 Part 1 • Part 2

Summary You are deeply entangled in Austin’s world almost to the point of full immersion. After physically training you reward and punishment commands you willingly follow his desires.

He love bombs you and takes you shopping to buy a dress of his choosing for your first official date with him.

You only find out later when he brings you back to his estate that the expensive clothing and lavish dinner are not included in your babysitters fee. He says you must repay him in another way and he already knows exactly how he wants you to make it up to him.

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dubcon•yandere •groping• manipulation into sex• sex in public•rough sex•oral sex with force •cum eating •degradation•squirting• fingering•forced oral sex• forced fingering •dirty talk•name calling •orgasm denial•movement restriction•coercion into sex•nude photos w/o consent •forced penetration • size kink •P in V•mental fragmentation of a female •captive syndrome •black mail•kiss it better • love bombing

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Mr. Butlers Baby Sitter 3

Austin takes your hand and guides you from his office back upstairs. He brings you through his master bedroom into his enormous master bathroom.

“I want you to relax for me in here” he says leading you to the shower in the center. He presses the settings inside of the expensive apparatus and steps out. “It’s all set, press the end button to turn it off. I’ll go get your clothing and leave you here to shower” he says and quickly departs closing the door behind him. Once you are sure he is gone you slowly strip naked from wearing his shirt and get inside the shower.

Your body instantly relaxes as you let the warm water cascade over your face and through your hair. You can see the infinite ocean through the floor to ceiling glass windows ahead adding to the ambiance. You’ve never been in a shower this big or luxurious.

All of his soaps and shampoo are preloaded in a three compartment device. When you place your hand beneath it dispenses the correct amount of shampoo and you rub it through your hair.

The shampoo has one of those scents that completely changes your mindset. You can’t stop enjoying the smell as you smile and rinse it from your hair.

You place your hands beneath the body rinse next and the soap smells just like Austin once it dispenses; bergamot, orange, vanilla. You stifle a laugh that you will smell the same.

You lather the soap all over your body and it makes your skin feel almost creamy in texture. You rinse off and press the end button to turn off the shower. Grabbing the nearest towel you dry your body and wrap it around.

You can’t find a blow dryer so you pull off your towel and use it a second time to dry your hair.

Naked standing at the sink drying your hair you look over to see the bathroom door is now ajar. You wonder how long it’s been open as you wrap the towel around your body and push the door fully open back to the master bedroom. Neatly folded on the bed is your yoga out fit “thank god!” you say on a breath.

You can finally dress again, Austin has been withholding your clothing all morning. You quickly step into your panties, shorts and sports bra finishing by zipping up your long sleeve jacket to complete the black yoga set.

The house is quiet as you wander from the bedroom to the hall and head down stairs. You reach the landing unsure of which way to go until you remember your phone and purse are in the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen you see your phone in the same charging cubby space as before next to your purse. You pull your purse onto your shoulder and check the phone screen seeing two missed calls from home.

You almost call back until Austin hugs you from behind surprising you.

“Did you miss me?” He says softly in your ear.

You turn to look at him and he’s changed his clothing for the date. His hair is combed back in lose waves and his blue eyes study yours awaiting a response.

He looks very attractive wearing a leather jacket with his all black ensemble, and it makes you momentarily lose your thought. Your eyes are immediately drawn down to his black jeans which are so tight you can see the outline of his enormous caged cock.

You look back into his mesmerizing blue eyes and they light up as he stares at you finally making you regain your thoughts to answer.

“I…I was wondering were you went.” You respond slowly.

A small smile of contempt forms on his lips It’s not the answer he wants from you; he wants you to miss him, to crave him, to be worried when he’s gone, but he plays it off.

“C’mon let’s get out of here.” he says taking your hand and pulling you along with him. You place your phone back in your purse as you walk.

You look over him as he guides you down a corridor of his estate. You can’t help but observe how masculine he is leading you, his walk exudes carefree confidence. The cologne he wears emanates from his skin as you follow and leaves a devine scent in his wake as he walks you to the end of the corridor and pushes the door open.

When he clicks the lights on there is a collection of several cars and motorcycles in a large warehouse space, this is his garage.

“OH my GOSH!” You exclaim at his selection, it’s like a personal car dealership.

He smiles watching you quickly walk down the steps to the ground floor and inspect each vehicle and motorcycle. You know each price tag is higher than he last.

“Which one do you want to take?” He asks over his shoulder as he reaches the keybox.

You are a little stunned but you eye a car you’ve always wanted to own.

“The range!” you say grinning as you head over to the black SUV.

He clicks the alarm and it unlocks. You pull the door and sit in the passengers side. The smell of fresh leather overwhelms you in the newest series of the SUV. As Austin approaches the dash begins lighting up and is fully automated as he enters.

He turns the SUV on with the engine button and presses the panel on his visor opening the garage door directly ahead.

“You ready to go?” He asks placing his hand on your thigh as he smiles.

“Yes of course I love this car ” you say excitedly. He meant with him but sees how much you enjoy his objects of wealth. He removes his hand from your thigh back to the steering wheel and pulls from his estate down the hill to the bottom of the driveway.

He presses his car display while he’s stopped and types in an artist to begin playing music. It is one of your favorite songs. You look over at his side profile as he drives and don’t know if you should be impressed or terrified with how much he knows about you.

“You like this song don’t you?” He asks feeling your gaze as he knowingly smiles.

You can’t help but feel a little flattered.

“Yes Austin I love this song.” You confirm

You look out the window as he drives you along the cliffside road and watch the evening sun set as he drives you into town.

Spoiled

After several minutes of music and driving you arrive to the Malibu County shopping center. He parks the car and you go to pull your door open but he stops your hand by holding your wrist.

“I have to get it” he says and you release your hand from the door. “I just have to get the door for you every time okay.” He says again

“Okay Austin” you confirm.

He comes to your side and helps you exit taking your hand. You look up to him feeling unsure, you are so confused by him at every turn. He is being a perfect gentleman now with his actions but you know there is the other side.

He sees your confusion and grins drawing closer

“You have been a very good girl for me today” he says narrowing his eyes.“But whenever I want you to be, I’m going to make you my little slut again” he says causing a chill run through your body.

He studies your reaction the way you involuntarily bite your lip and knit your brows thinking you’ve done something wrong. It pleases him greatly seeing his trigger commands work so well on you. He grins and slips his hand around yours holding it firmly as he guides you from the car.

You dreamily follow Austin as he leads you through the shopping center lot. He is much taller than you are and his stride is longer. As he pulls you along he realizes the distance and slows his pace to match yours allowing you to hold hands walking together.

Once you reach the rows of shops no one takes much notice that he’s a celebrity and he walks through like everyone else. You round a corner heading away from the main promenade to a row of independent boutiques.

You suddenly hear a strange clicking sound drawing your attention. Twenty feet ahead and off to the right is a man with a high powered camera taking photos of you two.

Its a jarring sight and you instinctively squeeze Austin’s hand making him look over. As soon as Austin makes eye contact with the photographer it engages the man to come closer and speak up.

“Hey Austin who’s the girl is this a friend or a date or what ?” he asks clicking away.

Austin raises his hand in a dismissive gesture and continues walking with you. The tabloid vulture, continues to lurk you. This is a known celebrity hot spot and he’s looking to make money on a salacious photo.

“Is this your new girlfriend? Cmon Austin gimme some context for these photos man” he asks crudely as Austin continues to ignore him.

The photographer sees your proximity is more than friends and decides to provoke him to get a response “Austin you hitting this or what man?“ he asks studying your body and taking photos of you at a lower angel.

“Enough” Austin says sternly and places you in front of him blocking the continuation of the unwanted shots.

Glancing down at his digital view finder the photographer checks his capture nodding in approval. You are wearing the tightest tiniest yoga shorts getting him the photos he desired.

“Yea Austin she’s fucking hot man.” He admits aloud “real quick rebound from your ex and I can see why“ he says stinging Austin about his recent divorce as he looks through his captures.

Austins jaw clenches and he inhales sharply to contain his deep seated rage. He continues walking with you instead of what he really wants to do and fuck up the photographer for the day.

You reach the two story shop and Austin holds the door open for you. Never having heard of this brand you walk in to find a grandiose themed contemporary luxury boutique.

A beautiful employee greets you and once she sees Austin she bashfully smiles recognizing him and loses her decorum .

“W-welcome….oh my gosh.” She says quickly departing to tell her manager.

The manager approaches and welcomes Austin correctly.

“Welcome, my apologies she’s my new sales associate. I will be personally helping you with your selection today.” She says with a knowing smile to Austin, he was a frequent patron last year.

This was his then wife now ex-wife’s favorite boutique. Austin plans to spare no expense on you here.

“Is there anything in particular I can help you with?” She asks Austin as she eyes you for your size.

“I would like to shop undisturbed privately for her this evening .” Austin requests.

“Understood” she says and quickly goes to the front of the boutique flipping the sign to ‘closed’ and locking the doors.

She has several celebrity clients who shop this way, but this is the first time Austin has asked her for such a request. Then she eyes the paparazzi in front of the store and understands why.

Austin follows you around the displays until you pick up a form fitting beige dress. The price tag is an eye watering amount, you quickly try to put it back but Austin stops you retrieving the dress and holding it up next to you.

“I like this one but I’ll need to see it on you .” He says.

The manager readily collects the dress from Austin as you continue shopping together. He sees a black silk dress on a mannequin and walks around it discovering the back of the dress is held together by two simple interlacing strings.

He points to it and the manager immediately begins stripping the mannequin.

“This was just imported in and I’m obsessed with it. This is going to look stunning on her body.” She shares with him as she smiles fondly looking at the dress.

Austin loses sight of you during the exchange with the manager but quickly finds you in the back of the store. In one hand you are holding a high waist leather miniskirt with a silver floral pattern on the hem.

In your other hand you hold its matching ribbed crop top with a silver floral embroidered chest patch. You hold them to your body looking at your reflection.

Austin smiles as he watches you study yourself in the show mirror of the section.

“It’s going to look great on you.” He says reaching near you and pulling a silver floral hemmed cropped leather jacket. “You’ll wear it with this.” He says holding it up.

Your heart flutters because you wanted the matching black leather jacket to the set but the price was so high it scared you. He smiles seeing the excitement in your eyes.

“I want to see it on you too” he requests and you readily nod in agreement.

Once the manger collects all of your items she leads you both upstairs to the dressing rooms. There is a large gray half circle couch facing three rooms. All of the accessories, purses, and shoes line the walls of the expansive upper level.

Austin sits on the half circle couch in the center and begins making a phone call to pull favors to get a reservation to take you to the notorious sushi restaurant Nobu.

The manager hangs your clothing in the designer dressing room.

“If you need any sizes or different styles please press this button.” She draws your attention to an illuminated button near the door and you nod, she smiles and takes her leave.

You enter the dressing room and try on the crop top, skirt, and leather jacket first.

You come out to show Austin as he requested. Even though he is on the phone his eyes are fully concentrated on your body which makes you smile. You turn completely showing the leather jacket holding the lapels.

He nods yes and mutes his call. “I want to see you try on all of them.” He says before unmuting it again.

You turn back in the dressing room and pull on the tan form fitting mini dress. The low cut neckline makes your chest look voluptuous and you blush.

You open the door again and his eyes immediately fall to your chest then he slowly looks you up and down. He nods and puts his hand out with one finger making a circular gesture signaling you to turn around.

You give him a slow spin and look back into his eyes as he gives you the ‘okay’ signal with a smirk of approval. You smile feeling giddy that he’s going to buy all of this for you and hurry to try on the final dress.

It slips up your body like a glove and you pull the two strings in your hands. When you make them tight they work with the dress instantly snatching your waist smaller and amplifying your tits. The level it elevates your look to is stunning.

You tussle your hair over to one side for more volume and look over how beautiful your body is wearing it. You turn to your side to see the deep plunging V down the back.

You slowly exit the dressing room.

As soon as Austin sees you he stops his call. “No no thank you I appreciate it I owe you one ….I ..I gotta go” he says quickly and hangs up.

He looks enamored as he gazes at you in the dress he picked.

You slide your hands down the silk front as his eyes follow your every movement. Seeing he likes this one the most you slowly turn showing the back to him and peek over your shoulder.

His eyes wander full of lust over your exposed skin as you give him a seductive little dance. You peek at him through your lashes and smile as you sway your hips making the silk dress flow.

He stands from the couch and slowly approaches until he’s standing behind you in the reflection of the mirror ahead. He trails his finger tips down the soft skin of your back as his eyes wander your body.

“You look perfect” he says softly as his eyes lock with yours in the reflection. Your arousal is already forming as he places his large hands on your hips pulling you back on him pressing you against his cock.

He slowly trails his hands up your waist and over the smooth silk of your full breasts "A-Aus!..”you say in protest trying to stop his provocative touch because you are in public.

He smiles as you bring your hands over his in a feeble attempt to pull them off. Instead he squeezes your full breasts in his hands and massages them as you both watch the sexual display in the mirror.

He lowers his face next to yours as you stare at each other in the reflection.

“Do you like when I touch you in public baby?” he whispers against your ear and pinches the buds of your nipples making a light moan escape your lips.

“You want everyone to know you’re the only one for me when I touch you like this?”He asks cupping your breasts and squeezing them again harder.

Once you give in to his touch he presses his lips against your ear “You want every one to know you’re my little slut don’t you?” He whispers seductively as he grins.

You try to fight his words but they increases your sexual arousal for him. Your brows knit as your face flushes and he catches it immediately in your pleading eyes.

“Aus....we can’t do this here" you plead and he pulls his finger tips across your breasts leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.

“Your body is mine to use whenever I desire” he confirms pulling the front of your dress down exposing your cleavage. He slips his fingers under the neckline and you gasp as his finger tips graze the bare skin of your nipple.

"P-please Aus....not out here" you desperately beg and he warmly smiles. He only exploits you in the open to lure you deeper into his plan.

“Okay not out here “he agrees and trails one hand down your waist pulling open the dressing room door with the other and guiding you inside locking you both in.

He tricked you into the privacy of the dressing room so quickly that even though you know what he plans you are unable to resist him. He is so tall and handsome as he stands behind you in the reflection. He wraps his arms around you and you melt into his embrace. His beauty is both a blessing and a curse when he uses it to be so manipulative.

He wastes no time lowering his lips onto your neck, kissing and sucking a weak spot you didn’t even know existed until you lightly moan craving his touch.

“Do you want people to hear how much I please you?” He asks as his hand moves to your clit feeling it throb under his touch.

“I-I’ll be quiet” you promise and he begins to rub his fingers into the silk against your aching pussy. You tilt your head back onto his shoulder so turned on your lashes flutter from how good his touch makes you feel.

He wraps one hand around your exposed throat as he continues to rub your pussy “I’m going to fuck you in this dress.” he rasps against your ear.

“Aus…Aus you can’t …we’ll get caught.” You say just above a whisper. He kisses slowly along your neck until he reaches your ear.

“They wont check on me again until I swipe my credit card” he says confidently. “Now be a good girl and bend over for me.” He commands.

You obey him and lean forward as he trails his fingertips down the soft exposed skin of your back settling his hands around your waist.

You grab your shins for stability but he leans over you taking your wrists one at a time and placing your hands on the mirror.

“Keep them there” he asserts and you nod looking down to the ground between your legs.

You watch his hands collect your dress near your ankles pulling it up your legs and along your thighs. You feel the silk fabric glide over your ass and onto your lower back where he bunches it to stay.

His hand finds your clothed pussy and he presses his fingertips into your panties.

“Your soaking wet” He whispers rubbing his fingers against the drenched fabric.

“What excites you more …is it me?” He asks squeezing your pussy lips together. “Or the money.” He asks separating your pussy lips grooving his fingers between them.

A shiver run downs down your spine as you moan and clench involuntarily from his masterful touch.

“Answer me!” he says sharply and slaps your sensitive pussy between your legs. You stifle a whimper as you recover from the sting of the harsh slap.

”Y-you Austin.” You finally pant out and he rubs your pussy better.

“Good girl.” he compliments and lets you enjoy the way his hand expertly massages between your legs.

He removes his hands from pleasuring you and unzips his jeans releasing his large hardened cock from its confinement. He presses his tip to your clothed pussy making a moan wrack your body.

He guides his tip up and down the drenched fabric over your pussy watching how you fall apart in the reflection turning him on even more.

“You are so responsive to me, every touch every word, that’s why you are the only one I want for my pleasure” he confesses.

You try hard to fight it but you can't help but feel special. Out of everyone he wanted you, he sought you out, and he chose you to be his.

He pulls his hips back and looks you over in the perfect position that he wanted. Your body bent over, hands pressed to the mirror legs spaced apart, dress pulled up. He trails hand down your spine.

“I cant get enough of you” he confesses and you stare down to the floor unable to meet his gaze any longer. You are overcome with so much arousal you are throbbing to your core.

“Such an obedient good girl deserves a reward right?” he questions and you nod as you close your eyes trying to hold yourself together knowing what’s next.

”Do you want me to make the ache go away?” He asks making your arousal explode for him.

“Y-yes Austin pp-please I would like that very much.” You beg.

He collects your hair into a ponytail using his fist and gently pulls your head back making you stare at each other in the reflection. “I want you to watch what I do to you.” He reveals and you nod.

He releases your hair and grabs the bands of your panties slipping them down as you step out of them.

He slowly spreads your pussy lips open and pushes his two long fingers deep inside of you until a moan falls from your lips. Your warm arousal drips down your thighs as he slides his fingers in and out of your pussy.

“Aus ..Aus I-I think I'm going to cum!" you whisper feeling your core already tight.

“Don’t cum yet” He says curling his fingers inside of you hitting the sweet spongy spot within that makes you lose your mind. You cover your mouth with one hand to muffle the loud moans from escaping.

“Don’t do that..I want to hear what I do to you" he says pressing your hand back to the mirror. He keeps fingering your pussy until you are quivering and shaking trying to stay sane.

He increases his speed working his arm vigorously as he smacks his knuckles against your pussy as it makes squishing sounds. He fingers you so deeply you are to ready cum.

You moan out loudly suddenly not caring if anyone hears anymore, you just want him and whatever he desires of you.

You close your eyes as the coil in your stomach becomes its tightest ready to release and Austin rapidly slides his fingers out leaving you completely empty.

“Austin please please I need more I’m so close!” You cry out desperately jiggling seeking any type of friction.

He holds the base of his hardened cock and presses the tip to your wet entrance.

"W-Wait-!! Aus!" before you can protest him not wearing a condom you feel the huge head of Austins cock push through the lips of your pussy. With a bouncing push he gets in just past the inner lips spreading your cunt.

"Fuck babe your little pussy is tight" He says thrusting inch by inch to go deeper. You wail as he pushes farther inward and your walls throb around him. He thrusts lightly until his cock takes less resistance and he is able to burrow all the way against your cervix.

You gasp and press your hands harder to the mirror as he begins pushing his hips forward to get his cock deeper into your tight walls as he thrusts.

You hear the slapping sounds of his skin against yours as he exerts more force with every hard drive of his cock. By the time your eyes meet in the mirror he is thrusting so hard he is jolting you forward.

“Aus....too fast!” You plead so he will slow but he increases his speed clapping his hips against your ass making you cry out.

“Who….-are you hm? …Where is that…-good 'Babysitter' I was recommended?” He asks thrusting at a dangerous rate.

“A-aus!..-i-it’stoo much!” You plead getting wrecked by his heavy plows. But he doesn’t slow down he wants to humiliate you into an orgasm this time.

“Such …a good …baby sitter …getting…fucked.. by her boss..in a public dressing room.” He says on each thrust. “Getting fucked like a good needy slut.” He reveals plowing harder.

“Austin please!” you whine as his thrust wrack your body and his words shatter your self image. You begin to lose your mind on the complications of what he’s doing and the spasming walls of your pussy add even more tortuous pleasure.

Your walls begin to flutter causing resistance against his hard pushing cock and you feel the sudden burst of euphoria in your core as you orgasm.

“Austin I’m cumming!” You cry out.

“Good girl he pants “ feeling your wetness increase on him. You are so tight that on each thrust the liquid finally begins leaking out of you and trails down your legs.

“Oh shit baby…- I fucked you…so good you … your cumming all over the..-fucking-.. floor" he says between thrusts. “I’m gonna cum now.. Fuck!" He yells overcome with arousal.

His pace turns erratic as he snaps his hips forward driving his cock in your pussy. His blue eyes focus intensely on yours as you watch him fuck you in the mirror and in that moment as he possesses your body you realize Austin controls you entirely.

"Get on your fucking knees babe" he demands and abruptly stops his thrusts. He slowly pulls his cock all the way out of you careful not cum.

As you kneel in front of him he grabs a fist full of your hair rushing you to his cock.

"Open your mouth for me" he demands and you do as he requests opening wide and sticking your tongue out. “That’s it baby.” he says and hastily pushes his cock in as much as you can take.

You whimper as he stuffs your mouth full and slides his cock in and out until it twitches on your tongue. He grabs your head to prevent you from escaping and pulls you farther down his cock but you quickly hold the base with your hands to take him all the way without gagging.

You look up at him through your wet eyelashes pleading for him to cum in your mouth as you suck him and with just that look alone his hips falter.

“Oh fuck… fuck” he says staring at you at in disbelief.

With his cock lodged in the back of your throat he begins pumping your mouth full of semen. You suck the cum right out of him and he stares at you in awe while he groans in pleasure with his hand on your head. Your hands fly to his thighs squeezing them hard pleading for him to let you go.

He releases you from his grip and pulls his cock out of your mouth watching you stare up at him as you swallow all of his cum down.

He immediately kneels down to your level breathless as he looks into your eyes.

“Fuck baby-…you are such a good girl for me" he says in disbelief and takes ahold of your jaw pulling you into a kiss. “I want to want to keep you forever.” he confesses grinning in the moment feeling the rush of endorphins as he stares into your eyes. You look back at him feeling a sense of accomplishment that he is pleased and you smile.

“C’mere” he says helping you to stand and takes ahold of you in a second passionate kiss of his lips. He intertwines his tongue with yours and holds you close like he never wants to let you go. Once he pulls his lips from yours he gazes into your eyes again as a smile forms on his face feeling completely satisfied.

“Alright let’s get out of here.” He says stepping back and quickly putting his cock away in his jeans.

He reaches behind you and collects your new clothing then presses the call button for the manager before he steps out of the dressing room leaving you inside.

You quickly find your yoga jacket and wipe your legs clean before kneeling to the floor and quickly cleaning your cum. You fold your yoga outfit up with your soaked panties inside.

You let out a breath in the dressing room after cleaning everything up. Austin is very satisfied with you and that makes you smile. You are now willing to do anything to please him and hear those magical words “good girl” that you crave on a subconscious level.

You hear Austin and the manager speaking just out side of the dressing room door.

“Shes going to wear the black one out and she’ll need heels” He says and knocks on the door. You turn and check your face and dress in the reflection. Other than a sore jaw,slightly swollen pussy, and missing panties you look and feel fine.

You exit the dressing room and the manager looks you over. “Oh she looks magnificent” she says to Austin and your face flushes bright red. She has no idea what Austin just did to you in her dressing room.

She continues to compliment as you keep avoiding her eye contact “Are you a model honey?” She asks highly invested.

“No I’m his Babysi- - -“ Austin cuts your short

“She’s my girlfriend” he interjects.

“Oh” the manager says as both of you look at him with surprise. Her seeing how quickly he rebounded from his wife with a younger woman and you because he called you his girlfriend, he titled you.

“Well that’s wonderful she says with a smile.”her mind now spinning to get more information from his ex wife on the matter the next time she comes into the boutique.

Your reservation for Nobu are within the hour so Austin takes your hand and walks you along the selection of heels. He picks out a pair of strappy black ones “She’ll wear it with these.” He says requesting your size already knowing. “Oh they are perfect to match the straps on the dress” she compliments and Austin hands her his credit card.

Paparazzi

When you exit the store carrying your shopping bags there is a small mob. It is dusk and you are lit up by paparazzi flashes. You shield your eyes but Austin is accustomed to it. A group of girls run and approach Austin holding their phones poised to take a selfies keeping pace with him.

“Austin please!!! Please may I take a selfie with you! One girl your age finally begs and he smiles kindly posing next to her face.

“Oh my GOD!” she screams. Her friends do the same keeping pace and waiting for him to quickly pose smiling and then continue walking.

“Thank you Austin!” They gush.

“You’re welcome” he says grinning making them go insane with hysteria.

You look at their frantic eyes as they study their screens of the photos having only a second with him. A second group of fans approach but they only film him from a distance. Austin so tall and imposing in person that they are too nervous or too polite to ask for photos

“That’s Austin Butler” they murmur as he walks by.

Austin quickens his pace as you reach the parking lot. You keep stride in your new heels and you are grateful you are in good shape. Reaching the car he opens your door and assists you inside with his hand, once your are seated he closes the door. His SUV is already surrounded by a gathering crowd as he walks to the drivers side. The sound of camera clicks are loud as their flashes begin to light up the SUV.

From the passengers seat looking through the windshield the noises are muffled and you can see the total wave of chaos Austin created. Dozens of fans and paparazzi surround the car some even watching at a distance from the shopping center.

You look over to the drivers side and see Austin interacting with fans taking a few quick selfies and signing his autograph now that you are saftley inside the car. He opens the door and the sounds amplify of people yelling his name as well as the loud camera clicks.

Austin closes the door muffling the sounds again and immediately presses the engine start button. He carefully edges out of his parking space into the parking lot avoiding people standing in the way who slowly inch back still wanting to engage with him. Security guards for the plaza finally arrive and usher people back allowing you and Austin to drive safely away.

Once the shopping center disappears from view you speak up “Austin Is that normal?” You ask breaking the silence.

He grins as he answers “Yea” calmly driving.

“Do you like it?” You ask witnessing how comfortable he is in chaos first hand.

“I love it.” He says grinning as he gets on the high way. “Only thing I dislike are the paparazzi.” He admits.

You drive a short distance and exit the highway. You suddenly remember Austin’s taking you to dinner and grab your purse to put on your makeup. You pull down the visor mirror and begin applying mascara and eyeshadow. You quickly rouge your cheeks and dab on lip stick.

You can feel Austin taking quick glances at you while he drives and when he pulls to a red light he stops the SUV and takes ahold your jaw turning you to face him.

He intensely studies your face. “I don’t like lip stick on you, and I don’t ever what you to wear it again take it off.” He says with authority.

“Okay Austin.” You say timidly pulling a tissue and wiping your lips clean. His stare still lingers and you become worried. “What is it Austin why are you looking at me like that?” You question and his face relaxes into a smile.

You are so obedient that he’s in love with you, but he doesn’t say it. “Because I adore you.” He says instead making you sit back in your seat from the impact of his words.

Only yesterday you were his babysitter and this is your first date, now he’s saying he adores you. Austin is moving way too fast but you take his hand and squeeze it gently to show you care, and make sure he doesn’t become angry feeling rebuffed. He smiles and lifts your hand to his lips placing a kiss on it as the light turns green.

You arrive to the seaside restaurant of Nobu. Austin helps you from the SUV and holds your hand to head inside the restaurant. The entire building is paneled in large wood planks. As you enter the restaurant it is open to the out doors facing the ocean.

A stunning hostess greets you prepared for his arrival and brings you through the restaurant to your reserved VIP seats on the outdoor balcony of the beach. It is night and the ocean is dark and ominous as the waves crash at the shoreline.

Austin pulls your chair and pushes you in to go take his seat. There are low lighting black lamps on every table setting a luxurious ambiance.

“Austin..this is… like really really nice.” You admit looking around at the stylish decor. Everything is a honey wood color from the seating to the tables to the walls and to your left is the endless ocean. He smiles watching you take it all in.

“Do you want to start with a cocktail? Austin asks looking over the digital menu. You regain your focus and slightly panic.

“They’re gonna card me Austin I can’t .” You reveal and he just smiles at you.

“May I order for you?” He asks after making his selection.

“Yes” you confirm and when he doesn’t hand you the menu to choose you smile realizing he already knows what you will like.

Your waiter makes his introduction and Austin orders the meal.

As you wait Austin stares across at you. “Did you have fun today? He asks with a gentle smile. “Yes I did.” You admit, but the alarm bells in your mind are slowly going off that Austin may officially be forcing you into a relationship.

Your face changes as you worry about being in way over your head having a relationship with him. “What’s wrong?” He asks seeing your shift in your mood. He leans in with inherit interest as you speak.

“Did you mean…what you said in the boutique..about me…” Your voice trails off feeling uncertain. “That your my girlfriend?“ he asks with a grin already knowing what’s on your mind. “Yes that part.” You confirm feeling a slight chill from the wind in the night air.

He takes his leather jacket off and stands walking around to you and placing it on your shoulders. The warmth from his body lingers in the jacket and it comforts you. “Thank you Austin.” You say looking up to him. “You’re quite welcome“ he says kneeling down to be at eye level with you. He places his elbow on the table and rests his fist to his chin gazing into your eyes.

He trails his other hand down your shoulder as you huddle warmly in his jacket “What was I gonna tell her, that your my baby sitter?” He asks in a low voice studying your face. “I can’t tell anyone I’m fucking my babysitter.” He says casually. His words confuses you and now you are unsure if you are his girlfriend or still his babysitter.

The waiter arrives presenting a large glass bottle etched with Japanese lettering and Austin returns to his seat.

The waiter names the brand and where it was imported from and how it was distilled, then pours your glasses and sets the bottle on the table before he departs. “What is it Austin?” You ask with a contemplative look studying the foreign bottle. “Its sake different alcohols have different effects on you and I want to see what this one does.” He says smiling remembering whiskey makes you want your mouth on his cock.

He lifts his sake glass and gestures you do the same. Realizing he wants to cheers you lift your glass as well. The concept is still foreign with this being only your second time having alcohol. “To a great relationship” he says making your heart flutter as you touch glasses. You still aren’t sure if this makes him your boyfriend and you both take a drink as he grins at your confusion. The sake is sweet and you can’t even taste the alchohol until it warms your tongue.

Your appetizers arrive and the waiter informs you it is their crispy tuna as he sets down the six pieces of tuna puree topped with a slice of jalapeño and avocado on a toasted rice cake.

You each pick one up and you cheers the bite to Austin making him smile at the cute gesture before you both eat them.

It is heavenly, the rice cake is very crunchy in contrast to the fluffy softness of the tuna. “I want more” you say immediately after you both clear the tray. He grins at your eagerness “Patience baby I ordered a lot for us.” He confirms refilling your sake glass.

Next comes the thinly sliced yellow tail layered on a plate. The waiter sets it down with a small serving of wasabi and shredded ginger.

You each pick up your chopsticks and clear the plates one delicate layered slice at a time. Your mind explodes on the flavor, the fish is soft and delicate and the ponzu sauce is sharp and tangy.

Austin refills your sake glass seeing it is empty again.

Next is a tray of thickly sliced albacore, it is covered in delicate crispy onions, with a light lemon drizzle and ponzu. You each take pieces and chew through the crunchy tanginess of the fish mixed with lemon and crispy onion. You signal Austin to quickly refill your sake due to the sournesses and he grins pouring you another glass after you’d just finished the previous.

The main course arrives, a plated caramelized cod for each of you. It is lightly charred and the exterior is flaky and succulent with the sweetness of brown sugar enhancing the soft flavor of the fish. Feeling dizzy and and giddy you want to lick the sauce that dots the plate but you know better, the entire meal was highly addictive.

Austin refills your sake glass one more time emptying the bottle as you wait for the check. By now all the colors and sounds have enhanced in the room and you stare off into the ocean dreamily as Austin pays.

Austin helps you up and holds you around your waist guiding you to the car. You almost stumble on the curb leaving the restaurant but Austin corrects your step holding you tightly. “Come on baby a few more steps.” He instructs. “I had a really good time.” You murmur smiling at him feeling the drinks kick in with the dinner that was probably a skyrocketing amount. “I had a good time to.” He says smiling over at you.

Austins sits you in the car and buckles your seat belt across your lap making you laugh. “Austin I’m not a baby!” You scoff grinning “Youre my baby” he says looking at you flirtatiously as he clicks the belt in place. Your face blushes as your head lolls back overwhelmed by him as you let out a sigh, you are clearly drunk.

As Austin drives you to his estate he sees your eyes keeps closing so turns the music up and rolls down the windows. The wind and the music keep you awake. He knows you want to rest but he has other plans for the evening.

You look over at him studying his handsome face as he drives. He’s so intense and mean at times but when he’s soft and caring it makes you slowly give in to his ways and fall for him a tiny bit. A grin forms on your face thinking of him as your boyfriend and he peeks over at you placing his hand on your thigh. ”Almost home baby.” He says affectionately.

You stare at his muscular arms when he returns his hands to the wheel and turns up the hill which you recognize as the driveway to his estate.

Obsession

You pull into the garage and Austin clicks off the SUV making every thing go silent. He looks over at you and your eyes are filled with passion for him making him smile. He knows you are drunk again which means you will do even more degrading things that he likes tonight.

“Did you enjoy everything that we did today.” He asks checking in. “Yes I loved it” you say being reminded of your bags of clothing sitting in the backseat. “Good “ says leaning in and planting a kiss on your lips. He pulls away and opens his door to exit the SUV.

You reach for your door too and he gives you a look making you slip your hands back your lap. “I almost forgot” you confess. He smiles at your obedience and comes around to get your door.

He walks you in to the estate and the lights automatically turn on illuminating the way to the kitchen. Austin stops in the hall “ I need a sec, there’s another bathroom near the landing” he says and you walk to the landing at the stairs and find it. You are still a bit drunk and stumble in to the bathroom as the lights automatically turn on. You drank so much sake you wait a while until your bladder is cleared before you clean yourself up.

You stand and wash your hands checking your reflection in the mirror. You are taken aback because you look absolutely stunning still in the expensive dress and wearing makeup.

You open the bathroom door and Austin is waiting for you resting his hip and elbow on the banister of the landing. “Come” He says extending his hand. You take it and he leads you to the wing of the estate with his office. This time you head to a lower level taking a set of stairs at the end of the hall.

At the base of the stairs there are two large black doors which he pushes upon leading you inside.

It is his man cave all of his most personal and intimate objects are within. In the center is a black wrap around leather couch with a matching ottoman. Guitars in lit display cases line the walls illuminating the room with a grand piano is just off to the left.

The ceilings are high vaulted and the walls without guitars are covered in dozens off organized framed photos. You step closer to a wall near the piano and see they are behind the scenes photos from his movies.

You look closer at a picture of him looking dapper in a military uniform with other soldiers on a set. The placard below reads ‘Masters of the Air 2024.’ You smile eyeing another photo next to it seeing how handsome he looks as a valiant officer standing in front of a historic plane.

You turn to see Austin resting back on his leather couch with his feet on the ottoman, he unzips his boots and takes them off as you come to sit with him. He pulls your legs across his lap and begins untying the lace strap of your heels slipping them off .“Thank you Austin“ you say bashfully feeling enamored by the romantic gesture. “You’re very welcome.”He says running his hand along your dress at your thigh before he looks into your eyes.

“Tonight your shopping spree and dinner won’t be covered under your babysitters fee.” He relays taking your breath away. “Oh…” you say feeling crestfallen wondering how much you actually spent.

He smiles trailing his fingertips along the silk of your expensive dress. “You’ll have to make it up to me.” He says staring at you seductively.

You already feel the uneasiness begin to set in. “What do you want me to do Austin?” You ask wondering how degrading it will be.

His eyes wander over your body lustfully. “It’s something you’ve already done for me.” he answers coyly. You look down at his hand caressing you wearing the expensive silk dress and come up with your answer “Alright Austin “You say reluctantly. You only readily agree because it’s something you’ve already done.

“Go wait for me near the piano” he instructs and helps you to move your legs from his lap and stand up.

As you reach the piano Austin has made his way across the room to a black door. Red light emits from the room within as he opens it and presses through a plastic curtain to he enter. It is his dark room Austin is also a photographer able to develop his own film.

You wonder if there is anything Austin can’t do as you look around the room realizing he plays piano and guitar. Then look at the walls covered in photos of all his other accomplishments and you assume no, he can do anything he puts his mind to.

Austin emerges from the dark room with a camera in his hands, but not just any camera it looks highly expensive.

He smiles approaching you from across the large room as he studies your form. “I couldn’t help but admire how stunning you looked in that dress all evening, so I decided you’re going to make up your spending tonight by taking some pictures for me.” He says looking pleased.

“Okay Austin “ you say smiling feeling relieved by his simple request.

Once in your vicinity he looks you over. “you look good in this lighting.” He admits and takes a few steps back already bringing his camera up to take the shot. “You look good to me in any lighting actually” he reveals making you both smile.

You hear the whir click and then see the flash. It doesn’t blind you but it makes you remember your first night with him. You know he still has the racy photo he took then to black mail you. Now that you have bonded with him you wonder if he will still release the photo to ruin you if you decide to leave him.

You are snapped out of your thoughts by Austin’s voice “I want one of you at the piano” he conveys bringing his hand to your waist and guiding you to sit on the piano bench.

He looks you over in approval before stepping back and raising his camera it clicks and flashes taking the photo. “Beautiful” he says making a small smile form on your lips.

He approaches you and places his camera on the piano to kneel down in front of you. His fingertips touch your ankles before he hooks the hem of your dress in his thumbs slowly gliding it up your calves and over your knees. He inches your dress higher and rests his hands on your thighs.

“Spread your legs apart for me“ he says looking up into your eyes. Your stomach pulls tight and you hesitate because you aren’t wearing panties anymore. You slowly open your legs to him and he forces them wider staring in awe at your bare pussy. ”Where are your panties?” He asks sounding upset.

“I-l wrapped them in my yoga outfit to put them in the shopping bag because…because they were so wet Austin.” You confess. He clicks his tongue making a tisk sound in disapproval. “You’ve been out with me all evening without any panties on?” He asks voice lowered as he stares between your legs. “Y-yes”you confirm and he stands up. “Do you know what happens to needy little sluts who don’t wear panties in public ?” He asks making your chest rise and fall. “Austin please..” you beg but you it’s to no avail.

He collects his camera and steps back “You’re already bare so touch yourself” he commands and you hesitate before you place your hands between your legs to pose. “I said touch yourself” he relays and you feel the heat creep up your neck as you obey and slip your fingers up and down your pussy as he snaps the photo.

“You like making yourself easy to access don’t you?” He says stepping closer and standing directly over you. Before you can answer he pushes you back with his free hand to make you lay flat on the bench.

“Put your fingers inside of yourself” he instructs and you bring your hand to your core. “Show me what a needy little slut you are” he instructs and your face blushes on his words as you slip your fingers inside of yourself. “Fuck” he whispers as he snaps the photo.

His breathing increases and he gently removes your hand replacing it with his own. He pushes his long fingers into your pussy making you moan. You see him smirk behind the camera enjoying the obvious power he has over you and with his fingers burrowed in your pussy he snaps the photo.

He puts his camera on the piano and kneels down to focus on fingering you, but you are tensed thinking he is upset as he pumps them into you and it causes resistance. You writhe on the piano bench beneath him and he removes his fingers placing his arm across your pelvis holding you firmly to restrict your movements.

“Relax baby I’m going to give you what you need I’m only teasing” he says and begins to rub your slick wetness into you pussy. He circles around your entrance and teases his fingers back in with little movements until they slide inside on each thrust. You pant as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out, letting you grow accustomed to them.

Once he feels you clench on his fingers he knows you are ready. He inserts his fingers deeper and probes inside of your walls until he finds the hidden ridge within. He rubs it firmly as you begen to moan loudly and he smiles. “You like that baby?” He asks knowing he found your gspot “y-yes Austin p-please more!” You beg.

He spreads his fingers wide inside of your walls and you feel your pussy being stretched apart. You cry out and grasp his wrist from the intense sensation.

You release his wrist when he brings his fingers together to roughly finger fuck you rubbing your gspot every time he plows them deep inside. He begins stroaking your clit in tandem and you moan loudly as you become so wet your pussy makes squishing sounds.

He coos at you in your moment of ecstasy "Baby let go and cum for me I want to enjoy this." He says and you begin to moan harder as your walls flutter against his fingers. “I’m going to cum Austin” you whine and he thrusts his fingers into you deeper pushing you over the edge.

You scream in pleasure as warm streams of your clear arousal cover his hand and spill onto the piano bench making a pool between your legs. "Fuck baby that’s the second time today, you came so much for me!” He says proudly. You shiver as you come down realizing he is right.

He pulls his fingers from you and stands unzipping his jeans. “Come get on your knees for me” he instructs and you shakily sit up on the piano bench before coming to kneel in front of him where he stands next to the piano.

“Take my cock out.” He commands and you obey reaching into his jeans and helping his cock spring free. “Put the on the tip of your tongue.” He instructs picking up his camera from the piano.

You open your mouth and place his cock head on your tongue. “fucking angel” he says snapping the photo. The clash of degradation and arousal swells inside of you.

He brings one hand to the back of your head and pushes your mouth down his cock until you gag unable to go farther. With his other hand holding the camera he takes the photo. When you see the flash you know this photo is so bad you almost want to cry.

Austin smiles “what’s wrong baby?” he coos seeing your saddened face. You try to pull your mouth back from his cock to speak but he holds your head firm on him and you begin to gurgle around it trying to protest his actions.

"Don't talk with your mouth full babe use your manners." He says teasingly as he stares down at you struggle, his cock gets harder in your mouth on his control and power over you in the moment. He finally decides to pull his cock out of your mouth and hear what you have to say.

You gasp for breath. “I don’t like that photo and I want you to delete it!” You say assertively trying to regain your composure.

He tilts his head to the side watching you defy him and voice your displeasure. “You should be thanking me for letting you suck my cock and taking photos.” He conveys.

Your face turns red with embarrassment beause you are so conflicted.

He places his hand on your chin making you look up at him. “Thank me properly” he says and your eyes go wide. He’s going beyond your limits of morality and you give in unsure how to react.

“Thank you for letting me suck your cock and taking a photo of it Austin.” you say with a hint of regret.

“Good girl” he says smiling

“We’re going to try again because the last time you looked like you were going to cry and I want to capture that look you give me that makes me want to cum.” He says.

He holds the base of his cock and gestures you to put your mouth on it. This time when you take him as far as you can you look up lovingly into his eyes.

“Fuck that’s it” he whispers taking the photo “I love when you stare up at me like that.” He admits

He pulls his cock from your mouth and places his camera on the piano. When he puts his cock away you are thoroughly confused. “Come I want to show you something.” He says taking your hand and recollecting his camera with the other.

He brings you to his dark room and as you push through the plastic curtain you see the entire room is illuminated in red light. He has several workstations on tables with plastic tubs. The smell of chemicals is pungent and overpowering even with the ventilation system he has installed.

He brings you to stand at a table in front of a tray of liquid. “You ever developed a photo before?” He asks. “No Austin of course not.” You say with a scoff ”I only use my iPhone” you answer.

“I’m going to show you how.” He says gently.

You follow him to a station where he clicks open the back of his camera on a light up table and removes the roll of film in its canister.

He pulls a tab on the small film canister and unrolls a long brown glossy strip inside which has the captures.

He lays the flattened roll on the light up table and looks at each capture choosing his favorites. He takes scissors and cuts the exact frames on the role he’s decided upon.

Then he brings the tiny frames of film in his palm to a second machine inserting them one at a time into a tray under a lens.

He places a piece of glossy paper under the lens and turns the knob on the machine making the first image he chooses larger until it fits the edges of the glossy paper it is projected upon.

It is a faint image and you can barely see it with your eyes. Austin then does it two more times with the other frames.

Once he has three glossed papers with faint images he brings them to the station with his his warming trays of pungent liquid. This is where the smell of chemicals is at its strongest.

He takes the first glossed piece of paper with tongs and swishes it through the pungent clear liquid until a photo begins to appear on it.

The image is of you with your legs apart in the expensive dress at the piano with your fingers in yourself. “It’s stunning” he compliments“ look at your eyes” he says gazing over to see your reaction instead he sees your apprehension. “You don’t like it?” He asks and you shake your head no. He pulls your head to him and plants a kiss on your hair.

“You don’t understand art like I do. I could easily sell these with my other photos.” he admits and you panic “Austin please don’t.” You plead but he ignores you and uses the tongs to pull the picture out and turns to hang it on the drying line with the others.

Your eyes widen when you realize he has dozens of photos of you in comprising positions hanging on the drying line. His obsession with you runs very deep and it sends a chill through your body

He slips the second piece of glossy paper in the liquid. “I could pull a few favors and do an art exhibition of these ” he says over his shoulder.

But you aren’t paying attention anymore because you are intensely looking over the dozens of photos of you he has hanging.

One is of you unconscious laying naked across his bed, another is of you inebriated with his hand placed around your throat. Your eyes widen in shock at the one of you in his shower. Your head is tilted back with water cascading over your body it is from just this morning “Austin what the fuck!” you finally snap.

He turns to you as you pull the picture of you in the shower from the line to show him. “What is honestly wrong with you Austin!?” you yell and he smiles “I’ll take photos of you whenever I want you are mine” he confirms.

“The fact that is the one your upset over amuses me” He says turning to retrieve the picture of you sucking his cock and hanging it with the others. “A-Austin this is so wrong this is wrong on so many levels” you say panicking stepping back as you look into his eyes and then at all the photos. Finally you look to the door to escape as he narrows his gaze at you. Feeling overwhelmed and finally realizing how deeply he has you trapped your mind panics signaling you to flee.

You turn hurriedly to flee but he quickly snatches your wrist and pulls you back to him grabbing your waist and lifting you up forcibly onto an empty table.

You gasp at his aggression but he shushes you as he rubs down your neck and your shoulders and positions himself between your legs. “I’m sorry I can’t let you leave like that.” He says and you feel the hard cock in his jeans press against your bare pussy. Before you can think he unzips his jeans and pulls out his erect cock out aiming it between your spread legs

“A-Austin what are going to do?” You ask panting and he leans in closer to kiss you but you hesitate pulling back. As you stare at each other in the intense moment you see an unyielding question burning in his eyes. “I know it’s all wrong but being with you has unleashed my innermost hidden desires and I can’t resist them with you.” He admits

He takes his cock in his hand and you look down at him stroking it “Tell me you want me.” He says and you feel his breath on your lips as his presses his tip to your entrance. So many thought are swirling through your head as you look into his pleading eyes. “Austin what do you want with me?” You finally ask.

“I know you hinted that you want me to be your boyfriend so, I’ll do that, I’ll do that for you.” He says relenting.

“Austin I’ll be honest you scare me at times and I’m worried if I leave you’ll share these pictures. So I really have no choice do I” You reveal.

“So make the right choice.” He implies, and that’s what worries you, he’s going to keep you as long as possible with blackmail.

He pulls his face back a little and you can see the sudden disappointment about you forming in his eyes. You quickly tell him. “Yes! Yes Austin I want you.” And pull him into a kiss making him calm instantly.

You moan in his mouth as you I feel the head of his cock push inside of you. He does a quick violent thrust to get his cock farther in and you moan even more. He begins to thrust into you easier as you become accustomed to his size and his cock begins gliding in and out of you.

When he starts to go faster you hold him around his shoulders felling him thrust into you so hard. "You like this, don't you? …-Having me fuck you your pussy knowing… I can’t get enough of you…having you surrounded by your photos that I take …-to pleasure myself when you’re not around.” He says going faster.

Overwhelmed by his intensity, you can only gasp for breath, locking eyes with him as he continues deep powerful thrusts . “SAY IT!” he demands, his voice cutting through the air. You feel the force of his thrusts between your legs intensify, each smack igniting a surge of pleasure. “Y-yes..of course …I do Austin,” you manage to say breathlessly, you will agree with anything he says in this moment.

He begins to fuck you with long strokes, pulling his cock back farther before plunging it back inside. It feels so good you reach down to touch your clit. "Don’t touch yourself.” He commands and you obey placing your hand back on his shoulder. He plows into you deeper and faster sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Your breath hitches, and your muscles tense as he drives you closer to an orgasm.

“Beg me to cum” he commands burying his cock at its deepest in your pussy .

“Please, Austin, let me cum” you beg and he reaches his hand between your bodies and strums your clit.

You scream in pleasure as you reach climax, and Austin instantly withdraws his cock, making you feel the rush of warm liquid as you squirt. You feel more warmth spreading over your navel as he shoots his cum on your dress, driven by the intensity of his desire to possess you completely marking you with his cum.

His chest rises and falls rapidly, his breathing ragged and uneven as he stares at you, both of you physically spent. You struggle to catch your breath, the aftermath of pleasure still coursing through your veins. It takes several moments before the intensity of the moment begins to calm.

He loves you but he doesn’t say it instead he presses his forehead to yours and holds the back of your neck caressing your jaw with his thumb.

“You’re mine” he says staring into your eyes.

“Okay Austin.” You answer quickly and he smiles. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He says looking down at his cum glisten in the silk on your dress.

He plants a kiss to your lips and helps you to stand. He turns you around and unties your dress slipping it down your waist until you step out of it.

“I’m adding this one to my collection” He says smiling. “what collection?” You ask in curiosity, he looks over the dress in his hands then looks back into your eyes. “My collection of what you wear during my favorite encounters with you.” He confesses.

College

You awaken in the morning to the sound of your iPhone alarm clock. Austin is curled up against you holding you tightly . You wiggle to get out of his arms but he is too heavy keeping you trapped. You turn your head to look at him as you gently tug his hand to wake him nicely. “Austin I need to go to school.” You say softly and he slowly opens his eyes. He looks at you and he smiles seeing you first thing in the morning, though deep down he hates that you are leaving. But he promised you last night after he showered you and you climbed into bed with him that you could return to school the next day.

He lets out a breath and sits up in bed, he already has a plan set in place that will deter you from school for a while to bring you back to him.

“I’ll set up the shower and cook you breakfast okay?” He says pulling your head to him and planting a kiss on your hair. “Okay Austin.” You say.

You finish breakfast together sitting at the counter in his enormous kitchen. As he gets up and takes your dishes to the sink he decides to offer you something he knows you can’t resist. “Why don’t you take the range to school.” He says offhandedly as he pulls two cooling espressos resting on they tray of his machine.

“Really? You would do that!” You ask excitedly. “Why not.” He says grinning at your excitement. “I’ll have them detail your car in the meantime and you can bring back the Range when you come to work on Saturday.” He offers. “But I thought… you wanted me to stay all week.” You question due to his original agreement he paid your for on Monday.

“Well with school that makes it difficult doesn’t it.” He reveals. “You’ll have to stay here and wake up like this every morning at 5am to drive there then be back here after 5pm that’s a bit excessive.” He reasons.

“Oh I didn’t think about that.” You admit. He brings you your espresso and as you sip it he hands you your tiny birth control pill which you swallow with the last of the caffeine.

He reaches in his sweats pocket and pulls out the range key handing it over. “ Thank you Austin.” You say collecting the keyless fob in your hand and looking up to him. “Your very welcome.” He says feeling his heartache when you stand up and hug him goodbye. He pulls your face to his planting a kiss. “See you on Saturday.” You say grinning. “See you in Saturday” he says with a weak smile.

🥀 To be continued 🥀 ….

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[nervoussagittarius]

what could possibly go wrong?

matt sturniolo x influencer!reader

summary: matt tries to teach his girlfriend how to play fortnite on a twitch stream, request

warnings: lots of fluff, swearing, fortnite?, some suggestive jokes, yapper! reader

“babe, come sit with me. i just started the stream. people are joining, only for you i think” matt laughed

“of course they are they love me. i keep it real and i’m hilarious” you replied pulling out the extra chair by matt’s desk and sitting down.

“okay, so here’s your controller, and i’m gonna put the headset on you so people can hear you talk.” matt gently placed the headset on you and brushed a piece of hair out of your eyes.

matt got up for a second telling you that he was going to the kitchen to get a drink. you jokingly slapped his ass on his way out. you quickly looked between the camera and the chat trying to read what everyone was saying.

“guys, you want to know what i was thinking about today?” you waited to see their responces even though you were most likely going to tell them anyway.

“so i was driving around la today, and it’s getting hot out again, so everyone’s driving their convertibles. and i drove past like four of them. all i could think about was how easy it would be to steal the car, not that im going to, but how do people feel comfortable leaving their shit open like that”

matt walked back in as you continued to rant about convertibles, “i don’t know about you but half of my life is in my car. if i had a convertible people could easily just take all of my stuff”

matt looked at you dumbfounded, “what are you on about kid?” you looked up at him with admiration on your face.

“im telling them how i feel about convertibles. look they’re mad that you interrupted me.” you pointed at the chat. they were all waiting for you to finish your thought. “this is why we don’t like men guys, they just like to interrupt and be the center of attention”

matt cut you off before you could go on another tangent. “okay, we all know they love when you come on here, but let’s play fortnite.”

you looked at matt trying to hold yourself back. you looked at the camera and gave them a wink.

“what”

“… that’s what she said”

you stood up when you noticed something on the shelf about matt’s desk.

“dude you ass is in my face, and your…boobs… are in the camera” he said awkwardly as he pulled your arm for you to sit back down. he waited to see what you grabbed.

“don’t act like it’s the first time my ass has been in your face,” you sat down holding up your space camp lipbalm to the camera. “shameless plug. go buy it right now. immediately. instantly.”

you applied the chapstick as matt looked at you with puckered lips. he was expecting you to apply the lipbalm on him but instead you gave matt a kiss with a giggle.

“okay so fortnite” matt said trying to get you back on track, blushing.

“yes yes let’s do it” you replied.

“do you know how to use the controller?”

“yes sir, i think i do”

matt looked at you with a raised eyebrow in question. you didn’t let up though, you were sure you could figure out how to use the controller in secret.

“so you have to start by picking a character.”

“i’m indecisive. can you pick for me?” you said with a smile.

“no babe, you got it just pick one.” matt said with a chuckle. he set his chin in your shoulder to get a better look.

“i’m gonna go bonkers if i have to make decisions this whole time, matt”

“no there’s just one i promise. everything else is preloaded from me so you don’t have to worry,” he leaned forward to kiss your neck lovingly.

“i love when you make things easy for me. thanks baby.” you said taking your hand off the controller for a second to lace your arm through matt’s.

matt and you had been together for a while now, and with you both having lives on the internet a lot of your relationship was public.

the fans went crazy for anything related to the two of you. they loved you guys together. you had very different personalities, but it seemed to click flawlessly. they always said that opposites attract.

while matt was more reserved, you tended to speak your mind and talk about anything and everything. you were a certified yapper and proud of it, baby. your yapping kept the fans fed on the insides of yours and matt’s relationship. consensually of course.

“okay, so you’re just going to drop in and see what happens”

“what do you mean drop in? im just letting myself fall?” you were very confused on the workings of video games.

“yep, now just make sure you aware of your surroundings”

“making sure i’m aware of my surroundings, got it. i’m just gonna run over here and see what i can find.” you drowned on.

things went smoothly for a couple minutes. you managed to stay alive and not show that you really didn’t know what you were doing with the gaming controller.

all of a sudden you heard distant shots being fired from behind you. not thinking anything of it you kept of running about.

“y/n they’re shooting at you.”

“oh! wait what? where?” you had no clue what was happening. things were going by so fast.

“turn around and shoot at them.”

“matt what?” he was trying to point to where they were on your screen. “dude i don’t even know how to shoot”

“what! i thought you said you knew how to use the controller”

“yeah well i lied” you said panicked.

“these teenage boys are probably laughing at me and that’s a scary thought. teenage boys are scary.” you whined.

you kept pressing random buttons trying to figure out how to fire back, but it was no use. you rushed and threw the controller in matt’s hands so he could take over.

he some how managed to get the kill and your player only ended up injured.

by this point you had given up on the attempts to play fortnite.

you let matt fully take over now. as he played a few more rounds you began to converse with the chat. answering questions and just rambling about some interesting topics.

“y/n what’s going on in your head right in this moment?” you read from the chat. “um, i was thinking about how i was vlogging earlier and there was a spider in my room. i simply couldn’t believe it. i trapped it, but i made matt come get it out of my house”

“that’s very true. i had to drive over there for moral support.”

“my knight in shining armor.” you smiled, looking up at him. “my handsome prince”

matt blushed from your comment as he finished the game he was in while you continued taking to the viewers. you guys decided to wrap things up 5 minutes later.

“how are you feeling now that you know kinda how to play?” matt questioned.

“i feel like i’d rather sit next to you and talk to the chat while you play then actually play myself. i think i’m more content watching you play, but it was a good experience. thank you for teaching me, baby” you kissed matt on the cheek as he began to end the stream.

“i’m gonna be honest, i was stressed for you.” matt stated.

“i was to anxious. i didn’t like having to be in high alert 24/7”

“alrighty, bye guys thanks for hanging out with us”

you blew a kiss to the camera as the filming came to an end.

“can we go to bed now,” you questioned matt as you stretched and got out of your chair.

“yeah of course we can” matt replied pulling you over to his mattress with him.

an: i hope you enjoy this. tbh i know nothing about fortnite so i hope this made sense and met your expectations 🤍🤍

[felassan]

New BioWare Journal entry: Specifications

"Journal #11 Specifications Spotlight A look into the Specs and Preload times of Dragon Age: The Veilguard --- Hey everyone! We’re back with another update, including the full specifications of Dragon Age: The Veilguard and preload times. We’ve designed our game with flexibility in mind, from the settings and accessibility options to your in-game Rook, the companions you take with you, and choices you can make."

"Our detailed specifications include settings for both Ray Tracing on and Ray Tracing off, so that players can know what to expect for launch. Players with high-end rigs will be able to take advantage of our suite of Ray Tracing features and uncapped frame rates. For the minimum PC specs, we focused on making the game as accessible to as many people as possible. For consoles (Playstation 5 & Xbox Series X|S), there will be fidelity and performance modes, targeting 30 and 60 FPS respectively. Dragon Age: The Veilguard will also be specifically enhanced for PlayStation 5 Pro; check out a quote from our Technical Director below. "We are excited to see how Dragon Age: The Veilguard will lean into the power that PS5 Pro unlocks for players. Whether you love deep progression, strategic combat, or diving into the lore of Dragon Age, you will immediately notice the improved experience with PS5 Pro. The game’s Fidelity and Performance modes will both see improvements on the hardware, including improved resolution in 30FPS Fidelity and 60FPS Performance modes. Additionally, there will be various improved visual settings across 30FPS Fidelity and 60FPS Performance mode. The team at BioWare is proud of how immersed players will be when they enter the beautiful world of Thedas, with upgraded image quality thanks to Sony’s new AI-based upscaler, PSSR. We’ve enabled Raytraced Ambient Occlusion (RTAO) in the 60FPS Performance mode, which previously was only available on the base PlayStation 5 with 30FPS Fidelity mode."             — Maciej Kurowski, BioWare Studio Technical Director""

"As you prepare for October 31st, please find the preload times for each platform below. Dragon Age: The Veilguard won’t include any 3rd party DRM (such as Denuvo) on any platform. The lack of DRM means that there will be no preload period for PC players. - Xbox Series X|S: October 14th 9AM PDT - Playstation 5: October 29th 9AM PDT - PC: No preload, the game will be downloadable and playable on launch day October 31st, 9AM PDT As we’re gearing up to launch, you can review the rest of our PC Features and Accessibility Spotlight. We’re also happy to remind you that Dragon Age: The Veilguard is Steam Deck Verified. Only two weeks left now until we welcome you back into Thedas!             — The Dragon Age Team"

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[so-much-for-the-seashells]

It’s A Love Story…

Colt Seavers (The Fall Guy 2024) x Reader

-Part 2 to Coffees, Plural-

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters in this story except for Sheila and the reader insert!

Author’s Notes: Background is summarized on part one! I tried to get Colt as in character as possible, but it’s hard to perfectly capture him 🙃 also, this is not edited!! idk if it’s cringe or cute, but if you enjoy the story, please leave a comment! I’d love to see what you think! Icons by @gosling-girlx !! She’s the best!

Content/Content Warning: nothing serious! Just some suggestive themes and some smooching at the end :)

Part three is out!

Reader’s POV

Looking back on it, I think my crush on Colt Seavers really did develop on day one. But little did I know, it’d only get stronger.

Dramatic, right? It’s not wrong, though…

After bonding over his affinity for coffees,- yes, plural- that first day, I knew I was down bad. At first I thought it was just stupid butterflies- I was prone to falling fast- but as I got to know him I realized it was far more than just stupid butterflies.

There was just something about him- a lot of somethings, actually. It was- it is- his puppy eyes. His coffee addiction- affinity, sorry. His sense of humor, the way he comes preloaded with sarcasm at any given time. The way his legs bounces when he’s nervous, bored, excited, or all three. His perfect smile. The way he pays attention, the way he cares…

I could go on. And on. And on. And on. But you get the idea.

And oh, that voice… that’s enough to-

Sorry. Anyways.

Over the past nine-ish months we’ve gotten pretty close. I’ll meet him for lunch on set, we’ll meet at each other’s trailers just to hang out, sometimes we’ll find ourselves down by the beach… it’s just nice.

Also, over the past year, I’ve rekindled my friendship with Jody Moreno. We hit it off immediately after I arrived, as if no time had passed at all since the last time I saw her. We’re close again, just like we were back in college, which is also really nice.

She knows full well about my little (big) crush on Colt. I didn’t even have to tell her, she just burst into my trailer one day a couple months ago, accusing me by exclaiming “You like Colt!”

She’s lucky I love her so much, because otherwise her incessant teasing and blatant attempts at setting us up would be just a little annoying.

Today I was on set, watching Colt get thrown around while being on fire. I couldn’t help the way my heart tossed and turned with worry while watching him do his stunts- yes, he’s a professional but that doesn’t mean these crazy stunts scare me any less. He teases me about my worrying, but I can see the way that sometimes the thumbs up he’ll send the director’s way isn’t genuine.

By the fifth take on this stunt I could tell he was beginning to grow weary. Thankfully the stunt coordinator takes mercy on him and tells him to take five after the crew extinguishes him.

He gets up and looks around before setting his eyes on me. My face grows warm as I watched his face light up when he recognized me.

“Heya stud,” I say by way of greeting when he approached me. “How you feeling?”

“Never better,” he responds with a trademark thumbs up.

“You know that that’s still cheesy, right?” I ask. He gives me the thumbs up pretty much anytime I ask him how he’s feeling, and I tease him about it every time.

“Yeah, but you love it,” he shrugs playfully. I swear, he purposely lowers his voice sometimes. Not that I’m complaining, it’s definitely not unattractive…

“Maybe a little,” I concede with a small smile. “Anyway, I brought you some brownies for lunch,” I said, taking a brown paper bag out of my satchel. “They’re from that bakery we tried a couple weeks ago.”

“Aww, [nickname], you shouldn’t have!”

“Oh don’t you worry about me, I ate like three for breakfast,” I say sheepishly. They really are that good, the baker must be putting crack in them with how addictive they are.

“So you’re telling me I can’t offer to split one with you on the beach?” he asks, bringing out the puppy eyes- at least, more so than usual given that he always has puppy eyes.

“Now how can I say no to that offer?”

“You can’t,” he says with a cheeky smile as he starts walking back to set, noticing the stunt coordinator waving him over.

I wave goodbye to him, and then sneak over to the directors chair to say hi to Jody.

“Aw, look at this blush!” she greets when I meet her, pinching my cheeks. “A certain stuntman got your panties in a twist?”

“Why do I subject myself to you?” I groan.

“Because you love me.” She’s not wrong.

“How’s the scene coming along?”

“Perfectly, I’m just torturing your boyfriend until he agrees to go to karaoke with the rest of us tonight. I think he’s still embarrassed from last time,” she laughs.

Last time he drunkenly sang that Love Story song by Taylor swift and was straight up bawling midway. Everyone laughed and has a recording of it, and holds it over his head.

“You’re pure evil, Jody Moreno, and I very much aspire to be you,” I say, watching Colt get flung into the rock again.

“It’s an art, what can I say,” she shrugs, before grabbing her megaphone.

“Oi, stuntman!” Colt sends over a thumbs up before she can continue her sentence. “I feel like we can salvage that last take…” she smirks.

He groans, out loud. And even from like 25 feet away, I can hear it. And I don’t like how hot I find it.

“All I need is a double thumbs up,” she chides. The rest of the crew is also turned his way, with a lot of snickering coming from our little peanut gallery.

He meets my gaze and I mouth “please” with as much puppy eyes as I can, hoping that he can read my face from where he’s at. He scowls in a comical way, closes his eyes, face dramatically tilted toward the sky before finally looking back at us- at me- with two thumbs up.

“Perfect, that’s a wrap!” Jody exclaims, cackling maniacally after she’s turned off the megaphone. “See you at nine, Seavers!”

He gives a little sarcastic wave, but a smile takes over his face as he meets my gaze again, and I can’t help the way my heart skips a beat when I send a coy wave his way.

***

Colt’s POV

You know that feeling, when your heart starts pumping and you start smiling all stupid, when you’re telling yourself that you’re a dipshit but it’s because she’s just too perfect?

Yeah. That’s y/n to me. Anytime I’m near her I have to remind myself to breathe. It’s like the movies, like some sort of rom com that she loves so much, except better. So much better, if you ask me.

Honestly, I’ve had a crush on her since the beginning. Man, I just used the word crush. For some reason I can hear that dipshit Tom Ryder’s asshole voice in my head, calling me a “pussy bitch”- a personal favorite “original” term of his- for using the word. But I don’t care, because how else do you describe… butterflies.

You know what it is? It feels like a Taylor Swift song. Like a Love Story, if you will. And baby, I just want her to say yes.

I think I need help.

I still remember how flustered she got when I accidentally scared her when I met her that first day.

We had both been running late, me more so than her due to coffee(s- yes, plural) related reasons- it’s an affinity, not an addiction.

I had went to say hi while she was in the middle of doing her own makeup, I think she got bored waiting for me, and she jumped like six inches, and accidentally dragged her makeup brush down the side of her face.

I felt so bad, the look was gorgeous, very northern lights- esque with greens and blues and purples- but at the same time, I was too stunned to speak. Y/n is gorgeous, as it turns out, with or without makeup, and even with a steak of yellow going down her face that would make anyone else look like they had a jaundiced scar.

Thankfully, I still don’t think she noticed my dumbfounded disposition as she ran to the sink.

But the thing is, she’s not just drop dead gorgeous. She’s also the sweetest, cutest woman in the entire world. Her sense of humor- the self deprecations, the sarcasm which perfectly matches mine… how flustered she gets when I’m driving her around, the way she gets cold and smuggles into my side when we sit in the trunk after a night swim, shivering but still trying to talk with her teeth chattering. The way her hand’s so small compared to mine… you get it.

Also, the fact that she doesn’t make fun of me for being a Swiftie.

At least not as much as the others do.

Which frankly, isn’t saying much, now that I think about it.

Anyhow, even after being thrown against a rock four times I’m still not ready to wave the white flag at Jody. I told myself I would never step foot in the karaoke bar again, not after last time…

Sorry, I just got war flashbacks.

<Author’s Note: these war flashbacks sound a lot like Love Story by Taylor Swift>

But then of course, she just had to be on set. She’s got me wrapped around her little fingers, bringing me brownies and calling me a stud. The last straw was the puppy dog eyes from across the set- I have no idea how she hasn’t figured out the effect she has on me. Or maybe she has, and is just an evil genius. I don’t really know.

Not that I need to know, because if the words “Swan dive off of a bridge” fell from her perfect lips I’d probably do it.

Looks like I’m going back to karaoke…

***

Reader’s POV

“Come on, y/n! We’re gonna be late!” Jody yells as she raps her knuckles on the door of my trailer.

“I’m not coming out! I look ridiculous!” I yell back. I had let her pick out my outfit, and she picked out a short black romper with a tight bodice and flowers printed on it. I don’t think it suits me very well, and I’m seconds away from wearing a t-shirt and jeans. I don’t feel like doing my makeup, so that’s one less thing to worry about, at least.

Wait, why is it so quiet now? Where did she go?

“Y/n, this is your last chance,” she warns, apparently having took a quick break from peer pressuring me into coming outside.

“I’m. Not. Coming. Out.”

“Fine,” and for some reason, I can hear the smile in her voice. That’s never good.

“Y/n?” a new, softer, lower, more gravelly voice comes from outside my cabin. For fuck’s sake.

“Colt?” I ask, rubbing my temple.

“Yeah. Can you please let me in?” he asks so sweetly, it would be impossible to say no.

I mentally punch myself before unlocking the door to my trailer, and of course, to no one’s surprise, he looks perfect. Jody must’ve scampered off, because now it’s just me and him. He’s wearing a white tank top underneath a completely unbuttoned black short sleeved button down, black slacks and white shoes. His usual necklace, the gold chain with the small medallion, accompanies the look. His hair is tousled, and I don’t even think I have to mention how pretty his face is- that part’s a given.

“I, um, you-,” he stutters, and then stops to compose himself. “You look beautiful.”

My breath hitches in my throat. The thing about Colt is that if his words aren’t sarcastic- and you can tell when they are- they’re so, so genuine. And he just called me beautiful.

“I- thanks- so do you-“

Did I really just say so do you? By the smile creeping on his face I think I did.

“I’m sorry, I’m being awkward,” I say with an awkward laugh, proving my point. “But you look really handsome.”

“Aw shucks,” he says, his words slightly sarcastic but the blush on his face very real. “Now cmon, we don’t want to be late?”

“But this romper looks so stupid,” I say, drawing out the last word. And you look so stupidly attractive, I think. What if I just kiss him? What’s stopping me from telling him how I feel about him?

“Permission to touch you?” he asks, ignoring my comment.

To… touch me? Fuck, I’ve read far too many romance books. His stupid voice can turn anything into a double entendre, I swear it.

He raises a brow when I don’t answer.

“Uh, sure?” I don’t really know what he’s up to.

“Great,” he smirks, and before I can realize what he’s done he has me slung over his shoulder, like I weigh nothing more than a sack of potatoes. He shuts my trailer behind him as I hit his back, telling me to let me down, but the bastard just starts humming “Livin’ On A Prayer,” by Bon Jovi.

“Asshole! Put me down!” I yelp, but he just holds me steady by my legs as I flail behind him. Curse his actually useful muscles.

Finally, he sets me down in front of his truck, reaching out to steady me. My hands fall on his chest. His very well defined chest. Which perfectly matched his very well defined back.

Colt’s POV

My hand is on her hip, I tried to steady her. But shit. I wish I could just squeeze it, maybe while I’m…

Puppies dying at the end of a movie, Colt. Dead puppies.

We stay there a moment, in front of my truck. Everything in me wants to just tell her how I feel and press her into that truck with kisses that tell her I’m never letting her go. But now doesn’t feel like the right time. But when is? Why wasn’t it at her trailer?

And I just had her over my shoulder too…

Alright, come on, dipshit. Get it together.

But of course, her small hands are on my chest…

Focus.

“You’ve got two options,” I tell her, removing my hand from her hip and holding up a two to make a point. “We go to karaoke and I drive, or we go to karaoke and you drive.”

I can’t let her not go. She loves karaoke, and she looks beautiful regardless of the lies she tells herself.

“Do we have to go? We could just stay home and watch a movie?” she diverts. A smile is playing at her lips though, so at least I know she’s not uncomfortable.

“Tell you what. You can drive,” I start, which is a great start because she hates when I drive and use my stunt skills. To be fair I just do them to show off and get her to slide into me on the long bench. It’s fun, sue me. “We’ll go, and if you still don’t want to be there after my song, then we’re going to come straight back here, get under some blankets and watch She’s All That.”

She’s All That is her favorite movie, in part due to the main plot but I also think she identifies with Freddy Prince Jr’s sister in the movie. She’s a sarcastic makeup/hair artist in the movie, and who do I know that sounds like that? Yeah, exactly.

“I don’t like how well you know me,” she says, biting into her lip as she pretends to mull over what I suggested.

“You’re right, you love how well I know you.”

“Okay, fine,” she says, fully smiling now. “You were serious about me driving?”

“As a heart attack,” I tell her.

‘YES!’ I’m shouting in my head, because I nailed it! Getting a smile like that out of her is the best prize you could ever get, I swear it.

I think the only thing that could be better is knowing that she’s mine.

But that’ll come, eventually.

***

Reader’s POV

Ten minutes later we’re at karaoke. I truly cannot with Colt Seavers, the only person who could make me feel pretty in this stupid ass romper.

He spent the car ride talking to me about his day, which was adorable, the way his nose scrunches up when he remembers something funny, and intermittently singing along to the song on the radio. I love when he lets me drive his truck, I feel like I can taken care of him for a minute and just listen to him. Oh, and I also don’t feel like I’m seconds away from dying because unlike him I don’t stunt drive. Although, I will say, I don’t mind when he does those stupid circles because it always presses me up against his side, which is never a bad place to be.

Right now Gale, the producer who always seems to be drinking a Diet Coke, is singing Toxic by Britney Spears. She has an incredible voice, and the entire bar is rightfully captivated by her stage presence.

“Hey! You made it!” Jody says, walking over to Colt and I. We’re sitting in a booth, on the same side, both slack jawed watching Gale.

“No thanks to you,” I say with an innocent smile.

“If you say so,” she smirks. “Thanks for getting her out of the trailer,” she tells Colt.

“My pleasure,” he says charmingly, squeezing my arm.

“Alright, I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it. Phil Collins is calling!” she dashes off to the stage as Gale is almost done with her song. She must be cued next.

“I see what you did there!” Colt comments after her. Collins and “calling” sound similar with her British accent. I must be blushing-the whole “lovebirds” thing-, because he looks over at me, amused, saying “What? Do I have something on my face?”

I go to answer, but all of a sudden Jody is singing “You’ll Be In My Heart” by Phil Collins, and I immediately pull out my phone to video. Jody has an incredible voice as well, and I love listening to her sing.

Once she’s done, she runs over with Sheila in tow, who must’ve just got here. They lift me up out of the booth- I’m starting to get sick of being man handled- and push me towards the stage against my protests. Colt is laughing- jackass- but all of a sudden “Any Way You Want It” by Journey is playing and I’m singing.

Now, I have a mediocre voice, but the thing about karaoke is that you could sound like a rabid raccoon, but if you have a song that everyone knows, you’re the shit. And also, I don’t really care what anyone thinks of me, so I just went for it.

So naturally, I was the shit. Everyone was singing along, and I couldn’t stop looking back at Colt, who was smiling so big as he sung along. He’s so, so cute. Finally the song was over, and I gave a dramatic bow. Colt met me by the stage, holding a hand for me to grab as I jumped down.

“You were incredible,” he compliments sweetly.

“Thanks,” I say, looking up at him, my hand still in his. His touch is electric, I can feel his heartbeat. His lips are ever so slightly parted, and I’m sure mine are the same… if he would just lean down-

“Is there a Colt “See-aye-vers” in the house?” the emcee asks into the microphone, completely mispronouncing Colt’s last name.

“Fucking Jody,” he mutters. We both turn to see Jody literally cackling by Sheila.

“Your turn!” I say gleefully, pointing at him so the emcee can see him.

“Mean,” he pouts jokingly, before going up on the stage and taking the mic from the emcee as I Was Made For Lovin’ You by Kiss begins to play.

And he’s staring right at me as he sings it.

Well shit.

That’s the thing- apparently all of my coworkers are extremely talented singers. Maybe it was a requirement? Who knows.

Colt is no different.

And the thing is, I’m severely attracted to his voice. The gravelly, yet low and softness of it. I love listening to him talk. Like, he could read the nutrition label of a soup can and I would be completely locked in.

His singing voice? A whole other story. Between the rasp and the range, I could literally lose it right here and now. He sounds incredible.

And he’s looking right at me as sings about being made for lovin’ someone and about that someone being made for lovin’ him.

And I don’t want to assume, but by the way he’s looking at me…

I think that someone is me.

Colt’s POV

Kiss?! Are you shitting me?! That’s the song Jody picks for me?

I should’ve kissed y/n right then and there, I’m thinking as I head up to the stage.

And then there it is. A Kiss song. Not just any kiss song, the Kiss song.

I can work with this.

At this point, I don’t think I can handle her not knowing how I feel anymore. Not knowing if she feels the same way. Fuck “eventually.”

So you know what? I’m going to do my grand romantic act, just like in the movies. And I’m going to sing this damn song, to her.

And if she still doesn’t notice, I’m going to go down there and kiss her until we can’t think straight. Asking permission to before, of course. I’m not a jackass like Ryder.

So I sing the damn song, and my eyes are on only one, singular person. My one, singular person.

And she’s mouthing the words right back to me, her gaze never leaving mine.

I don’t even hear the applause as I jump down the stage, Tom Cruise style, landing right in front of her. “Hey,” I say, trying to sound cool.

Naturally, my voice comes out as a squeak instead.

She doesn’t say anything, just takes a step closer.

“I, um…”

Of course now is the time I decide to choke on my words. Not when I’m singing in front of thirty people, literally never before. But now. Damn it, Seavers. See-aye-vers. Fucking adhd. Shit. Wait.

“Colt?” she says, her voice only loud enough for me to hear. I’m all too aware of the beginning of “Can You Feel the Love Tonight?” behind me.

“Yeah?” I whisper. Looking down at her.

“Kiss me?” she asks, and it’s the last straw. My lips crash against hers before I even realize what I’m doing, and it feels like fireworks. Like the whole world could end but it would be fine because her lips are against mine.

***

Reader’s POV

This isn’t happening. There’s no way this happening.

Those are the only thoughts running through my head as I look at him. That song… it was electric. Coming from his voice, as he stared into my soul? I can barely think.

I don’t notice anything, nor anyone. Nothing at all, except for him.

So when he jumps down from the stage in stuntman fashion, looking me in the eyes up close… I can’t help it. I can’t wait any longer.

And now his lips are on mine, as Jody sings more Phil Collins, but I don’t even hear it.

I’m sure we’re going to get teased for it, but I can’t help it.

Not when the only thing I can sense is his soft lips on mine.

So when we finally release, there’s no question about what’s going to happen next.

“Colt..?” I breathe.

“Yeah?” he asks, parted lips already puffy and pink from our kiss. Gorgeous.

“Can we go outside?”

He doesn’t even answer, just grabs my hand and starts walking to the door. Thankfully we didn’t buy any drinks, and have no tabs to settle, because quite honestly I don’t think we’d have cared.

Finally, we stop in front of his truck. I’m smiling like an idiot, and he’s smiling right back.

“Colt, I really, really like you,” I tell him.

“Y/n, I really, really like you too,” he says.

And that’s all that needs to be said as he crowds me against the truck before pressing a kiss to my lips that leaves me giggling.

“What’s so funny?” he teases.

“Everything,” I tell him, before threading my fingers through his hair. He shakes his head bemusedly before kissing me again.

I couldn’t ask for anything more, anything more at all. Because in the words of his favorite song, this is a Love Story and baby, I will always say yes.

[elkian]

Something I keep meaning to talk about is about video games and art.

We've sort of meandered closer to a cultural perception of video games as art, I feel - more 'serious' games discussing major ideas like Disco Elysium, for example, seem to have helped. And of course the vast majority of video games contain at least one, often more, types of art within them: visuals art of many stripes, writing, music, etc.

But while thinking on this, something occurred to me.

I think you can argue that game mechanics are a form of art.

(My mother's old sculpting teacher differentiated 'art' and 'craft' by whether something had an intended function. I do think it's an interesting and occasionally useful metric, but I don't think it's a hard rule, personally. Hyperfunctionality can trip over into art in its own way imo. That's just me kind of preloading this bit: I don't think being functional means mechanics can't be art, but also, what is and is not art has been an argument since art first existed, so.

Anyways.)

We talk about ludonarrative dissonance - when game narrative and game mechanics contradict each other, worsening the experience - but I don't think we talk about ludonarrative harmony as much. And, deliberate (or at times, serendipitous) ludonarrative dissonance can also enhance an experience.

Undertale is a fantastic example of game mechanics being part of the experience in an inextricable way. It has too many examples to list here and some are quite spoilery, but from the saving mechanics to a major boss jumping straight into the first attack if you rudely skip the leadup dialogue, to straight-up destroying parts of the UI, it highlights just how much the gameplay can enhance an experience. A significant element of Undertale's narrative is about video games - about the casual callousness with which players are expected and encouraged to treat certain aspects of a game world - so I think it's very fitting that the video-game-part of the video game itself plays a role in the telling.

The Portal series, but specifically Portal 2, does this quite well as well. The player-character has no lines and limited opportunities to change the course of the narrative, but Portal is a very active game. The storytelling is built into the environments - particularly once you break out of the pristine, highly-controlled testing environments - but also your actions. The final action you can take in Portal 2 is incredibly rewarding if you've been paying attention to the story at all, and it pushes the game mechanics you've been using for the past 2 games to the absolute limit of what you dreamed possible.

On a more specific detail, Portal 2's gameplay plays around with your perceptions. Early on, Wheatley instructs you to say "apple", and you're given a button prompt. The text on screen reads, "press [button] to say apple". When you press the button, you jump. Chell doesn't speak. It's not only funny, but it sets up your expectations for the game you're about to play. Fallout: New Vegas, Final Fantasy XIV and some other games do a similar thing in quest updates, either updating the quest verbatim ("go find the idiot in sunglasses") or immediately telling you to proceed by doing something the quest NPC just told you not to do.

Tapping the 4th wall is common in many video games, especially big ones with more irreverent writing, but it's not the only way to bind narrative and gameplay. (It can also be grating if overdone, so one has to know how to balance it; I think FF14 does a pretty good job of that, for instance.)

FNV has one I really hate-like in a zone that is straight out of a horror movie. The unique enemies in this zone can be spotted in the foliage if you look closely, but VATS - a mechanism that lets a computer target foes for you - doesn't acknowledge them until they fully stand up and begin to attack you. If you, like me, have been using VATS for combat this whole time, it's an incredibly unnerving moment - it feels like my legs have been scythed out from under me. VATS is particularly helpful if you don't have a lot of FPS experience or the reaction time for it, and without its immediate assist you either have to try and kill these things freehand or back up and hope you can target them before they Get you. It's a subtle but extremely effective way of enhancing the fear factor. It's almost like the game is lying to you, a little bit.

And some games push that "almost like" to "absolutely". There's a certain trust one places in a game when you start playing - a trust that the mechanics will function as expected, that you can do the things you're told you can do. Some games, particularly horror games, can leverage this innate trust to do some really unsettling stuff. I haven't played Spec Ops: The Line, but I have heard some things about it and how it becomes increasingly unsettling. Some games change or remove things in your inventory, force you to fight back against 'your own' violent urges, or otherwise affect your access to the tools you expect. Interface Screw (the experience of the game's actual interface changing or working against you, such as suddenly flipping directional inputs, lying about your health, or otherwise messing with the UI) is another pretty common component. Games like Pathologic and Slay The Princess may limit your dialogue options in ways the player can lampshade in dialogue, and I've heard Pathologic 2's save games can get weird, which is a real breach of that unconscious trust.

Speaking of, some games - not all of them horror - will delete or offer to delete your save at key points or if you do certain actions. This is a pretty major act - save games can represent hours, sometimes hundreds of hours, of the work and playtime you put into something, and destroying all that is no joke.

A particular form of interface screw can be seen in some visual novels or other games with dialog logs, such as Doki Doki Literature Club or The House In Fata Morgana - where the text on the screen and the text in the log don't match. (In DDLC I think it was mostly the messed-up text being more readable in the log, but it's been a minute.) Most games with text logs don't do this, so going back to see if the creepy thing you just noticed was real only to find out that something has changed is definitely unsettling.

In other games, the exact mechanics can really affect your gameplay. It doesn't all have to be deeply profound or creepy stuff. Sometimes the snappiness of combat, ease of performing the main game loop, or the kindness built into the platforming mechanics can boost a game from good to great. Games that feel good to play are going to be more fondly remembered than those that aren't, after all.

In Stars and Time and its predecessor, Start Again, do some interesting stuff with time loops in gameplay that I haven't really seen before. In some ways, SASAP is even more successful at certain things - because it has way less opportunity to build up everything, the moments have to hit a lot harder. In SASAP I got sick of the grating replay of each dialogue line shockingly fast, and it was good at putting me in the protagonist's shoes; I also (since, again, starting at the end) found Siffrin's 'act again' move even more potent emotionally, because there's less variety of enemies in SASAP so it's generally more effective to give turns to the person with the right counter - and this matches the narrative, because Siffrin is literally using his bonkers high-level power to give his friends more time. It plays into the narrative into a way I found really powerful. ISAT has more time get into the groove of things and build up ideas, so both do some really interesting stuff with the concept of a time loop in video games that I don't think I've seen elsewhere.

Anyways, it's interesting to think of gameplay itself as an art - not just something accomplished by a person with technical skill, vision, and luck, though it is that - but something that can enhance a game with its own merits and mesh with the rest of the game that boosts the result to new levels.

EDIT: All of that I forgot a major example in Mouthwashing; the game is a pretty linear (so to speak), self-contained story, and it could work as a short film, for instance, but it's much more powerful narratively as a video game. The classic low-poly graphics add to the sense of jank as you-the-player try to piece things together. More to the point, it makes the story much more compelling, to me; by starting so close to the end, it's pretty clear that Mouthwashing is a tragedy, and as the player constantly marching the story to its end, I felt culpable in that tragedy. Driving, yet unable to change the outcome. The mixture of responsibility (ah ha ha...) and helplessness really accentuates the actual story being told, while the surreal moments and hard, glitchy scene transitions gives it a very unreal feeling.

(Some of the alternate gameplay sections like the cargo bay kind of took me out of it, tbh; reminded me too much that I was Playing A Video game, since the mechanics differed and were harder to grapple with than what I'd been doing up til that point. This I think emphasizes the balance it was trying to maintain where you're both playing a game and living a story at the same time; when that balance falls out of whack, it's more jarring.)

[effira]

Hey, you!

Is your computer and/or mobile phone dry?

Would you like it not to be?

then BOY DO I HAVE JUST THE THING FOR YOU!!

So I made a Rainmaker shimeji! Download and installation instructions under the cut!

HOW TO INSTALL

Windows:

You will need:

A Windows computer

A .zip and .rar software. like winrar or 7zip or whatever, doesn't matter.

The latest version of Java 8

Basic knowledge of how to unzip and move files on your computer

IF YOU DO NOT HAVE ANY OTHER SHIMEJIS:

Download the .zip file

Unzip it wherever you like

Open the folder and make a shortcut to "shimeji-ee.jar"

Move this shortcut to your desktop

Double click the shortcut

There she is!

If shimeji-ee.jar doesn't want to open and instead prompts you to use winrar, right click it and change the application you prefer to open it with to Java

IF YOU HAVE OTHER SHIMEJIS ON YOUR COMPUTER:

This Shimeji was made for Shimeji-ee. I cannot guarantee it will work with other software.

Make a new subfolder in the /img/ folder of your shimeji software. Title it "rainmaker". Or anything else, I'm not your dad.

Download the .zip file

Extract it wherever you want

Copy all the images from my .zip file's /img folder into the shimejiee/img/rainmaker subfolder

Copy the "conf" folder from my zip file into the shimejiee/img/rainmaker subfolder

Open shimeji-ee.jar

Right click on the app icon, and go to settings -> Choose Shimeji

Select Rainmaker

Done!

Android:

You will need:

A shimeji app that supports custom shimeji. I prefer this one:

A file explorer for your phone, if it did not come preloaded with one.

Download my zip file

Unzip it somewhere you'll be able to find it

In the app, create a new shimeji. Direct the file to the /img/ folder of your extracted zip file

Mess around with the animations a bit if you'd like -- this app can mess up the frame order for some animations but it's fixed pretty easily.

Spawn her in.

You're done! Have fun throwing her away from your keyboard every 2 seconds while you text.

DOWNLOAD:

[scaryscarecrows]

Riley swings up onto a gargoyle (in the mall? God--) and looks towards the boss. Below, Trent hurls a generator into the shadows.

This is bad. Super bad. Hella bad, even. It's Scarecrow's entire fault, and Riley will get him later if they don't die, but right now this is a massive problem.

Drugs work weird on Trent. They wear off faster (pity the fool that thinks 'big guy's down!') and sometimes they don't work right in the first place. Riley's not sure if this is working right or not; Trent gets pissed when he's startled. Hell, he's not even sure how this happened; Crane's not here.

There'd been a panicked evacuation, an order to lock the doors, keep him at least somewhat contained, and Riley had agreed to back the Knight up.

He hasn't seen them yet, but there's no reason to tempt fate. Not yet.

The Knight's helmet is locked on Trent, flickering blue stark in the gloom of the upper shadows, and Riley snaps his fingers until he looks before taking over the watch himself.

What's the plan, boss?

The Knight's head turns back to Trent while he signs, fingers slower and more careful.

Sedatives in the medicine cabinet. We hit him with both barrels and hope he doesn't kill us before they kick in. I'm going down now. Cover me.

Riley unshoulders his rifle, lines up his shot, and nods. The boss swings to another gargoyle, then down to the upper floor, and finally drops down by the first-aid box mounted on the wall.

So far, Trent hasn't seen him. He's still tearing apart the Chinese restaurant. Riley hopes it stays that way. The last thing he wants to do is turn this into Harambe, part two.

The Knight opens the medicine cabinet and pulls out a red box that Riley knows has preloaded syringes in it. Unfortunately, something else falls out, plastic tap-tappity-tapping on the floor, and Trent whirls around.

"There you are."

If I can hit him while he runs I can wing him, spin him off-course, maybe not kill him outright, maybe--

Trent charges. The Knight hurls a smoke grenade straight at him and grapples up.

If Riley was hoping he'd be less pissed, it would be fair to call him a dumbass. Trent emerges from the smoke cloud, coughing and cursing, and looks around the room until he spots (of course he spots) his fucking minigun. His custom-made minigun with extra capacity.

"Ready?" the Knight murmurs, slapping a syringe carefully into Riley's hand. He sets his gun down carefully on the gargoyle and nods. "On my signal."

And then he's moving, launching himself off the gargoyle to land squarely on Trent's shoulders. Ordinarily, a trick like that will lay his opponents flat out (ask him how he knows!), but Trent just snarls and tries to yank him off.

...

The sight resembles a very twisted bar bull. Gotham's version, maybe.

Whatever it looks like, the Knight leans back, out of reach of Trent's angrily grasping fingers. This is gonna be tight; Trent's armor is thick at the neck and it comes up to his chin. His tree-trunk bullshit arms, however, are on full display, and when Trent flails again, the Knight shanks one with the syringe.

"It's for your own good--"

He's lost his positioning, Riley sees it a second too late. Trent grabs his arm and the Knight's forced to go with it or lose it entirely. He hits the floor with a nasty WHAM! and that's a cue if Riley ever saw one.

The boss rolls aside before Trent can grab him again. When he turns, Riley swings directly into him and, syringe in hand.

He can't apologise. Probably wouldn't anyway. But he feels a little bad all the same when he lunges downwards to force the needle into the nearest bit of exposed skin. But only a little, because Trent smacks him aside hard enough to make his vision go spotty. That's a concussion. Instant concussion.

Fuck you, man.

"Move--"

Grappling upwards makes him dizzy and nauseous, but now it's just down to waiting. They got him, and nobody even died.

Oof.

[phoenixcatch7]

Random security breach headcanons/ideas because I've been briefly but violently sucked in:

Sun and moon are the same person, but the infection code created a fracture/barrier, potentially taking the form of a firewall that one or both erected to try and contain the infection to 'just' moon.

Mimic said it'd been down there for 'ages' which couldn't have been longer than the pizza plex, considering the scooper and the rubble of the og location. I imagine it arrived following the scent of all the remnant being used and got trapped, probably by vanny given her initial origin as some sort of cyber security/web developer.

Leading into that, if the mimic tried to break in during/after construction, it would have been really cool if moon spotted and fought it, maybe even leading to whatever either infected moon or lost the DA the power core upgrade. Possibly damaged it!

I theorise that the power core/upgrade worked by absorbing the remnant that the children of the daycare generated. It doesn't have to be negative emotion, and it doesn't have to be killed for! That's much more powerful, yes, but it's not the only way, and it could have been how sun and moon were able to work around the clock without issue where the others couldn't.

And either it was being repaired or replaced so Gregory could give it to freddy. The fact that it's already preloaded into the machine could have meant that it was set to be put back into sun/moon very, very soon. Unfortunately for them, Gregory got there first by the skin of his teeth. I'm sure it'd have been a huge help during what followed...

Speaking of upgrades, all the (humanoid) animatronics have one! So, what could Bonnie's have been? Or Freddies? Well, I suspect that Freddies was the chest cavity. It's unique to him, and he uses it as storage for 'birthday cakes'. It's big enough to fit a child. I believe that Bonnie's was montys leaping legs! Originally, the upgrade from monty was those legs before it was changed to the claws. But because monty kept the jumping ability, that's two abilities for one guy! But crocodiles aren't exactly known for their... Agility on land. Rabbits, however, certainly are. So I suspect that after Bonnie's attack, monty was upgraded and repainted along with his own original claws. It doesn't matter that he wasn't a band member originally, all of them have something.

Also, I doubt that Bonnie's green room was all the way up by bowling, away from everyone else. I think that room was set up similarly for whatever reason - interviews, one of those rent a costume rooms, maybe even a place for human actors that aren't the theatre staff, idk. Maybe Bonnie ran like, an online fitness program or w/e, like those barbie vlogs. No way bonnie was kept separately. Or it could just have been a room half built and then walled off as designs changed. Heck, the animatronics (or just bonnie) could have secretly found and used it themselves. The idea of bonnie and freddy using it for secret dates and make out sessions like a broom cupboard is funny, but then freddy would have found Bonnie.

And I suspect, with no proof, that moon had something to do with Bonnie's disappearance. Oh, monty dealt the blow, of course, but it would be interesting to think if moon was the one who wrapped Bonnie up in the carpet and dragged him through the vents to hide him. Idk. Maybe on vannys orders, maybe it was also panicking lol. But the staff (and freddy) either spotted or suspected something, and have been frosty and a bit neglectful to the DA ever since. Sun is extremely salty.

Because I do believe that the DA is hooked into the building in ways that the other animatronics aren't. In obvious and simple ways like the ceiling wire that moon uses to fly, or sun does whatever he did to lock down the daycare shutters (with 'banned' banners on the outside so he can clearly open them himself lol), the way sun apparently has some sensor or camera at the slide so he can bodily throw himself at Gregory should he try to enter again, the way moon can freaking track Gregory across the ENTIRE GOTDANG PIZZAPLEX in under five minutes in game, EVEN when he's in freddy, which no other animatronic can do! Even vanny skips right past Gregory in the pod outside the daycare!

With moon serving seemingly as a final line of security, being out and about during the hourly recharge, it'd make sense if the patrol/scout of the animatronic team was able to access the security feed like its human counterparts. Just like the watch, it can get it beamed into its head. And between that and the infrared eyes (the red light moon has), it's a perfect recipe for search and destroy, with Gregory as the target. His only real restriction is that under light, he is Sun, and sun must be in the daycare. It's all very interesting.

Every single animatronic is in on the 'kidnapping children to harvest remnant' thing. Because they all will try and kill you. Even the endos. The O-N-L-Y reason freddy wasn't right there alongside them was that he mysteriously collapsed on stage and had ill timed safety protocols engage. Those protocols saved Gregorys LIFE. I'm pretty sure those protocols are what produced eclipse, too. Completely unable to cause harm, almost delusionally secure in the safety of the plex. Under those protocols, I assume, freddy can't remember/speak of/acknowledge the child hunting thing. He must reassure any children or members of the public that such things are not happening, cannot happen, and Gregory fits that bill. He must be perfectly presentable, and the company must be perfectly innocent. There is absolutely no reason to exclude freddy of all people from the secondary task. I get the feeling that freddy coming to understand and oppose the whole situation is not supposed to happen XD. His body in ruin sure doesn't have the same problem. After all, they do get a bit quirky at night.

But seriously, each of them would fulfil a role in the team, working together as a unit. Moon the patrol/night shift, the mmm hive in the vents for whatever it's worth, roxy to see through walls and hear any disturbances to find them, chica and monty (/bonnie) to chase down, break through barriers and stunlock (they do manage that one pincer movement at the start of the game, though it fails lol. If chica had used her scream he would have been toast), and freddy as the team leader and... Transport and disposal. He did say he'd travelled that path to the afton room many times before. The scooper for gathering and storing remnant is just past that, after all. Like I don't know if was accidental design but that's an excellent team. Be better if there were projectiles but I don't know how they could have hidden that upgrade XD. I just KNOW they've caught some paparazzi, thieves or investigators before. Gregory would actually be that latter category!

Pretty sure that the entire plex is a front to gather as much remnant as possible to restore afton. Like, the main purpose. They're bringing this man back from practically sniffing the chest hair of death. He should be way more than both feet in the grave, but presumably he thinks remnant is going to fix the problem. Just keel over dude. It'd be doing himself a favour at this point, trapped in the torture he must be in.

Be cool (and sad) if freddy was the one to give Bonnie's star sunglasses to monty as a sort of acceptance to the band. If he was optimistic and trusting enough to not suspect monty, especially if he instead suspected the DA. Either that or management demanded monty wear the glasses, because if monty walked around wearing the sunglasses of his missing best friend/lover situation freddy would Not Be Friends with him like they are in canon, to put it lightly.

Tbh the idea that the DA and Bonnie had beef is unreasonably funny to me. Freddy would totally have picked up on it a bit through exposure. Or freddy has had several run ins with the DA, possibly after hours, possibly during parties in those rooms around the daycare. The fact that freddy warned us about the DA of all people (both halves!) - when he gave a glowing review of the dj spider who silently tried to rip us out of the bathrooms and squash us like a bug - is something to be concerned about lol.

Oh yeah, hc. The band members totally have a social life after hours, with free roaming once the doors are locked and the outside is sealed off. (freddy really should just have taken Gregory to the nearest fire exit.) I like to imagine they have exclusive parties in the arcade, where they can listen to uncensored music and throw it back like the kids teach them XD. I can't imagine sun joining but it's funny. They're all wayyyy too lifelike to not explore stuff like that. They've all canonically got annoying quirks that were definitely not programmed lol.

I wonder who writes their music? I doubt they are expected to be the ones to come up with it, they're just robots. They probably know the band really well! I bet there's some freddy voice miku style vocoder somewhere in the bowels of the building.

I'd LOVE to know wtf that moon haze is when he'd close. It's so weird and almost out of place. Moon and vanny are the same ones who get aura effects. That's gotta mean something, but what??

Like it's been a while since I brushed up on every tiny detail, but I still thought it was worth writing down. Any evidence against any of it? Alternate interpretations? Let me know!

[selfcestmovies]

For Kate Bishop, taking up residence at the new Avengers Compound made her feel like a kid in a candy store. She never had to worry about paying rent or cooking for herself (or cleaning up!), and to top it all off, Kate found herself with a nearly unlimited quantity of mind-boggling techy toys at her fingertips.

Battle drones, trick arrows, satellite reconnaissance... frankly it was enough to spoil a girl rotten.

But the battle simulations were what really caught Kate's eye. At it's full capacity, the tech could fill an entire room with holographic enemies and hazards to further train her skills – but even the "pocket-sized" version of the sim gear was impressive. Tony Stark had showed her personally how the small headset could simulate fully life-like encounters with various enemies or allies – anyone who had been pre-loaded into the simulation archive.

"Have fun," he winked. "Don't get too hooked."

Kate's gears were already turning by the time she got back to her dorm. She could use the tech to practice interrogations with Natasha Romanoff, or even to simulate a one-on-one encounter with intergalactic foes like Thanos... As she flipped through the options available on the headset, more and more ideas came to mind.

And then... her mind began to wander. She could summon *anyone* into her dorm room. Even someone like Yelena, or Wanda, for a bit of private time without the boundaries usually set by social decorum. It was late at night already and Kate began to feel herself getting excited as she scanned through the list of potential strings-free hook-ups that the simulation tech would make available to her.

Then one name caught her eye, one that she hadn't realized would have been preloaded into the augmented simulation gear, but she supposed it shouldn't be a complete surprise: it was herself. Kate Bishop.

Kate could literally hang out with herself.

Kate could literally do much more with herself, too. Many more things, she realized. A few otherwise previously-far-too-impossible interactions came swiftly to mind.

She didn't waste a second longer. With the swipe of a few buttons, she launched the simulation and another identical Kate Bishop appeared by her side. Oh what fun the two of her would have in store.

[alyssalikestoreadbooks]

Exit Strategy - Martha Wells

"Murderbot wasn’t programmed to care. So, its decision to help the only human who ever showed it respect must be a system glitch, right?

Having traveled the width of the galaxy to unearth details of its own murderous transgressions, as well as those of the GrayCris Corporation, Murderbot is heading home to help Dr. Mensah—its former owner (protector? friend?)—submit evidence that could prevent GrayCris from destroying more colonists in its never-ending quest for profit.

But who’s going to believe a SecUnit gone rogue?

And what will become of it when it’s caught?"

Read Date - May 15th, 2025

Length - 160 Pages

Genre - Novella, Sci-Fi, Fantasy

Rating - 8/10

Stars - ★★★★☆

Notes - hearing about MurderBot traveling with weapons sets up a good narrative from the beginning. SOMETHING is happening. they WANT to kill MurderBot. hearing hot anxious it is, is SO FASCINATING. i love seeing it as an autistic character, honestly. that's how i view it. autism preloaded into its human form just blasted through it's system. the anxiety, the lack of eye contact, the way it interacts. all of it!! hearing about it shopping is just adorable. no matter how many times it happens, i love hearing MurderBot hacking ships. it's just so neat! hearing the Mensah is being criminally investigated for MurderBot's actions isn't what i was expecting this early into the novel but i guess it's a good reason for it to go back to her. MurderBot FINALLY MEETING UP WITH IT'S ORIGINAL CREW!!! YAYY YIPPE WOHOO YAHOOO WIPPEE!!! lets SAVE MENSAH!! the rescue mission is so wicked and honestly remind me of that one elevator scene in DBH but i digress. Mensah being traumatized and MurderBot not knowing how to handle this besides referencing it's media is SO CUTE. so it just. hugs her! it cares about her :) a lot! they walk around, and hold hands to look more human, and talk about sanctuary moon. the bad guys attacking and MurderBot actively choosing to die to save Mensah is very telling. it cares more about The Operations than it does itself. that is, until it realizes its a COMBAT SECUNIT, and its ass is BEYOND dead. it takes them out, joined its original crew, and they help it! despite the help, MurderBot has a critical failure and loses it memory for approximately 35 hours and stays into a hotel before slipping away to Mensah's house. i LOVE how it learns all its options. that people WANT its services. that people LIKE it despite what it is. it doesnt have to perform a specific way to be liked, it just has to be. it was a PERFECT ending

[horriblengrossstories]

What would mutts kennel/cage look like? Cause for me I feel like at first it would be basic and tiny but after a while derek would change it to be more spacious and comfortable.

At first, Mutt’s kennel is bare-bones and dehumanizing, a metal frame and a cold floor.

At first, it’s big on purpose to make her feel small. There’s room to pace, sit, lie down, but it’s cold and empty. The kind of emptiness that gets in your head. Just Dukes old dog bed,an old blanket, bedpan, and a water bowl.

Another blanket appears one day. Then a pillow. Then a soft rug over the concrete.a shelf of worn things that smell like him. Things he gives her without explanation and acts like she doesn’t deserve.

A scratched-up handheld game console, batteries barely holding a charge

A cracked but beloved vintage novel with his notes scrawled in the margins

A pair of red socks with little embroidered cherries on the ankles

A faded, threadbare hoodie he’s tossed in, smelling faintly of sweat

A sticker-covered portable game console, preloaded with cozy farming sims and rhythm games

A cherry lip balm she never asked for, sticky and overly scented

A jar labeled “Derek’s Approval” filled with glitter and one sad coin.

A Polaroid photo of her with cherry juice smeared on her mouth, taken mid-mockery

A tiny set of fairy lights draped along the bars for nighttime sparkle.

A handwritten tag that just says “Property of Derek. Handle like fruit. Bruises easy.”

A fuzzy blanket with cartoon bones on it (“because you’re a dog, mutt”)

A nightlight shaped like a dog bone

A leash hanging by the door with a note: “For when you forget who you belong to.”

Snack stash, a suspiciously large amount of snacks Derek “forgot” to lock up (strategic bribery?).

A keychain of a snarling cartoon hynea

A squeaky toy shaped like a scorpion

A bag of sour candies he said she “better not finish in one night”

A framed “Certificate of Ownership” signed by Derek himself, with an official seal

A bulletin board plastered with selfies of Derek looking handsome (his words)

A plastic pet brush in her favorite color

A small plastic mirror with a crack in the corner, decorated in stickers

So many plushies

A stash of random keys none of which open her cage door

A calendar marked with weird reminders like “Check mutt’s tail wagging quota”

A rubber band ball she definitely didn’t make, but now it’s hers

And of course… The Derek Replica Dildo because why not have a little piece of him always nearby.

It never stops being a cage, no matter how comfortable it becomes.She’s allowed to decorate a bit, or maybe he does it for her placing things deliberately, like trophies or offerings.

There's a radio. A rug. A mirror. Even a lamp with warm yellow light instead of the cold fluorescents she used to live under. It feels like a place someone might choose to live in, if you didn’t notice the bars.

The door gets locked less. She’s allowed to wander more, maybe follow him around the room and sit at his feet like a well-trained dog. But the kennel is always there.

A space that used to be punishment, then safety, and now its love, all twisted together. Gilded, softened, but still prison.

-Birdie 🐦

(What would you ask Derek to put in the kennel?)

[blood-orange-juice]

4.5 preload datamine has a book with a Khaenri'ah lorebomb

Text on Project Amber

Excerpts and thoughts under the cut

vol.1:

"In those days, a crimson moon shone down upon the subterranean realm, and not the dark sun of latter days."

Something something Eclypse dynasty.

Due to the Kingdom's unique position, things from outside this world were always leaking into it. The Kingdom's weapons would wipe out the calamities slipping in, but what of all the other objects? Such as, say, a child who may have come from some destroyed world?

What the hell what the hell what the hell

"Oh high lord of the nobles, a child once told me a tale of another world: Once upon a time, there were sea people who believed that the gods came from the sea. Each time they discovered a shipwrecked person, they would treat them with the utmost honor, for they believed that the gods would take the form of the shipwrecked to investigate the mortal realm."

I can't connect it with anything but I feel it's important. Parsifal's and Skipper's story mention a shipwreck. Two, actually. In some sense the twins are shipwrecked and Paimon was fished out of the sea.

The ocean and the sea were often used as a metaphor for the space projected by the stars.

Why sea and Abyss get conflated with it sometimes: Khaenri'ans were more familiar with the Abyssal stars than the sea.

In anticipation of the arrival at their Kingdom of gods from beyond the so-called ocean — or rather, the arrival of beings who could transcend the gods — they founded an organization, an orphanage to take care of such children. In latter days, the orphans of the Kingdom and those who wandered in from outside were accepted as well.

Everything fun in Teyvat is made by kids in orphanages.

The young Perinheri's first memory was that of being asked by the grown-ups to crawl through a dark corridor. This passage might have been a chimney for winter fires, for it was filled with coal ash, and there was not a single crack in it through which smoke or light could pass through. As he crawled, he would sometimes stumble in the pitch-black darkness. Fortunately, the corridor appeared designed for the passage of children in the first place, so the falls were not very painful. It also lacked any annoying cobwebs. When Perinheri reached the end at last, the exit had not opened yet. He knocked, only for the grown-ups to coldly ask: "Are you dead?" Well, how was he to reply if he was dead? But the grown-ups did not like this response. They kept asking the same question, until he at least shouted, "Yes, I'm dead!" The adults then asked, "Did you see it, then?" Perhaps it was the fear brought on by the darkness combined with hunger and exhaustion, but Perinheri did indeed see an illusion. The crimson moon, hanging high in the pitch-dark night sky, suddenly turned around, revealing itself to be a titanic, horrified eye. The adults opened the door and embraced the soot-covered Perinheri: "You have traversed the fire of two worlds within the hearth, and here you are reborn."

Moons being goddesses' corpses, the fake sky, whales, the rebirth ritual in the narcissenkreuz notes. Again, I can't connect it.

Though the crimson moon set, and the dark sun descended into a yet darker dusk, that transcendental person from beyond who the Kingdom orphanage was awaiting never arrived. But unusual individuals they had aplenty, and many of those who strode forth from the gates of that orphanage became great knights of the Kingdom. Perinheri was, in his time, the leading figure amongst their ranks — that is, unless, he were forced to compete with his best friend, Hleobrant.

tl;dr: Khaenri'ah casually welcomed travelers from between worlds, visitors from dead worlds especially. or at least hoped to but didn't get many

[luckydicekirby]

would love any director's commentary you may have on The Only True Thing if slightly older fics are on the table here bc lowkey it changed my brain chemistry forever. I read it on a whim like four years ago at 1 in the morning and ever since then I've been hooked on making all my fav pairings miserable for no reason. this sounds like sarcasm but I'm being completely sincere the schadenfreude is exquisite

okay first of all I’m SO glad to hear this because making your favs miserable is I think one of the most rewarding activities on this earth so I’m really glad I could help share that joy. thanks also to sylvain for just making it so easy. anyway, here’s some assorted thoughts, hopefully some of which are edifying!

(the only true thing for reference for anyone playing along at home.)

this fic affectionately named the darkling au due to this tweet which I feel like I should put in a hall of fame someday. anyway this entire thread showcases the origin of this fic which was me catie and lily bullying each other on twitter about sylvix, a pastime left behind in 2019 which i really miss.

the thing that really first made me Crazy Cuckoo about sylvain is his B support with Byleth--I'm obsessed with that moment where he very coldly threatens to kill you and then laughs it off, and that was pretty much the jumping off point for Sylvain's characterization in this au--what if he was like that all the time? answer: it would be bad, but also pretty sexy!

One thing I miss about writing for fe3h is the hero’s relics were sooo nice as like. shortcut symbolism. the lance of ruin comes preloaded for you! It’s familial cycles of violence! Easy! and there's a mechanic for it breaking ALSO preloaded into the game mechanics! I wrote like three versions of the ending and the lance getting busted moved around a bit--it originally happened a little earlier.

For a while when I was still femblempilled I was idly thinking about two sequels to this—a sylvain pov sequel about the war, which would have been fun but also Yikes, and then epistolary dorothea/ingrid ideological divorce fic. sorry to dorothea and ingrid who really get the short end of the stick in this universe.

oh there's a playlist. I can’t claim to have put a ton of thought into it it’s just all my fav bad ya boyfriend songs <3 actually dead girl walking reprise is like. yeah that's the fic.

ANYWAY. I feel like a lot of my commentary on this has been washed away by the sea (the passage of time) so a few extras. I apparently wrote like 400 words of sylvain POV of the training yard scene also? Last edited September 26th 2019, here you go:

Felix has always been smaller him, ever since they were kids. Still is these days, to Sylvain’s delight. He wondered about it plenty, these past two years--maybe Felix had a growth spurt. Maybe he caught up to Dimitri. Maybe Sylvain would meet him at the monastery and they’d see eye to eye. Of course they don’t. Felix is a head shorter than him, and he’ll never see things the way Sylvain does. Still. Sylvain thought about it. He’s had a lot of time to think about Felix since the last time he saw him, since Felix ran away. Still a crybaby at heart, no matter how sure he was he’d grown out of it. Not much has changed, Sylvain figures. Felix might have everyone else fooled with that delightfully sharp-edged exterior of his--a pretty decent feint, Sylvian should know--but Felix can’t hide from him. Sylvain sees him down to the bone. The two of them are a matched set: liars at heart.  Like right now. Felix is trying so hard not to cry, his back to the wall of the training yard, his grip tight around the wood of his training sword like he’s actually going to use it. Sylvain hopes he will. He hasn’t gotten to see Felix fight yet, really fight. He bets he’s gotten better. He bets he’s elegant and controlled—maybe less so with Sylvain, and wouldn’t that be nice? That’s how it goes sometimes, when Sylvain dreams about their last day together. Felix’s sword at his throat, biting and cold, ending all this before it began. It would have saved everyone a lot of trouble. Sylvain wouldn’t have had to spend such an awfully long time missing him.  He bets Felix could make him hurt. Nothing seems to do that anymore, except for thoughts of Felix, the ones he can never stop worrying at like a bruise.  Sylvain doesn’t want much these days, and maybe that’s why it’s so hard: he wants Felix in a way that aches, delirious and unstoppable. It doesn’t matter so much how. Felix is welcome to cut him open or kiss him quiet or anything in between. As long as he never stops looking at Sylvain like he is now, hateful and just on the edge of tears, so clearly focused on nothing else. As long as Sylvain can have that, the rest doesn’t matter.  That’s love, Sylvain figures; the cheerful facade he gives the girls is nothing. He forgets about a new one every week. But Felix? He’ll be dead someday, and Felix will still have a grip on his heart, as tight as he’s holding his sword and just as dangerous.

and what exists of the sylvain POV sequel I never wrote:

Felix looks like shit. Of course he’s also beautiful. He’s radiant, for all that his hair’s a mess and his face is drawn and he’s got the kind of dark circles that only come from weeks and weeks of exhaustion. He’s Felix, right? He can’t be anything else. “You look like shit,” Sylvain tells him, because honesty is what Felix thinks he wants from him. He hasn’t seen Felix in six moons, but that probably hasn’t changed. “What are you doing here?” Felix asks. His horse stamps her feet and shakes her head, moving uneasily under him. Felix has never been a good rider. It’s clear he doesn’t appreciate his mare, and she doesn’t appreciate him. Sylvain wonders how long Felix has been making his way across Faerghus like this. He wonders if he stole the horse. It’s awful not to know. “Looking for you,” Sylvain says. “They say you’re searching for the king.” Felix never could stop himself from chasing ghosts. Sylvain hates that about him. It’s just as unfair as everything else: it’s the only reason Sylvain is still here, after all.  “I am. And you should be defending Gautier territory.” “Got a message from your father,” Sylvain lies. He slides off his horse, patting her flank. Felix, clumsily, does the same. “He wants you to come home.” That part’s probably true.  Felix scoffs. “My old man can send all the messages he wants. I’m going to find the boar.” He means it. Sylvain can see that he means it, in the flinty look in his eyes, the fold of his arms, the jut of his chin as he looks up at Sylvain. It’s the saddest thing Sylvain’s ever seen, and he’s seen a lot of shit. “Felix,” he says. He reaches out. He can never help it, not when Felix is like this, not when he believes. Felix doesn’t flinch from Sylvain’s hand on his cheek anymore. “Sweetheart. You know he’s dead.” “Don’t call me that,” Felix says. But when he swings himself back in the saddle and Sylvain does the same, he doesn’t tell Sylvain not to follow. That’s more than good enough. 

[ourloveiselectrifying]

Hi...!

I saw your game update post and I have to ask, how did you make the character custom thing? I'm a noob in creating games, so honestly the amount of options you've got there terrifed me! It's awesome but the work... Nevermind, would it be possible for you to do a tutorial? Or at least give some tips, or maybe suggest a person who explains stuff like that? I would be very, very thankful 🙈

Btw, amazing job, you're talented ;)

Hello! :3

I don't normally do these on the blog because it's not Kevin/OLiE, if you want to join the OLiE discord server you're welcome to and if you're stuck on someting me or another dev might be able to help out!

But- a small tutorial!

It's just tons of variables and condition switches within condition switches, this is most of them for the customiser! :3

This is the hair colour button. It's action is to increase the "haircolour2" variables number! there are 30 different hair colours. I don't want the button's action to let the variable go past 30 so that's why there's the If statement, which sets the variable back to 1 and then it can go back up to 30 again. ("If(haircolour2 > 29")

the "at customiserbutton" is a transform so I don't have to make a hover/idle image and it's 29392394X cooler than having an image change on hover, there's a very simple guide on doing a transform at the bottom of this ask :3

This is one of the condition switches for a hairstyle, you can display something different for each variable. This condition switch changes the secondary colour for the first straight and short hairstyle. The hair is is uncoloured/greyscale. The image is the same but theres a transform applied to each variable number (" matrixcolor=TintMatrix("#212121")) ") This changes the grey uncoloured hair to like black! The #numbers are a hex/html colour code and you can goog "html colour picker" and goog will give you one. :3

This is a composite. It's like layers in an art program, the first is the bottom and the last is the top layer. For the hair there's three layers, the bottom colour, the second colour, and the line art! The first set of numbers is the size of the image/canvas. The other sets of numbers next to each layer determines the placement of the layer. I've got it set to (0, 0) the first number moves it left/right and the second is up/down, I wanted it to be exactly where I saved it in my art program so I've not increased/decreased the numbers.

that composite then went into a condition switch for each hairlength (hairstyle)! Theres one of these for each hair texture too, then a whole set for the hair on the back of the head, and another set for a few that needed middle layers (parts of the hair behind the head and infront of the body.

Then each of these hairlength condition switches went into another

and finally these hairtex condition switches went to the the displayed image/character/composite!

I fucked up the placement of the eyebrows and the entire character, so that's why the placement for each layer is -15, and the eyebows are 1! Didn't have open everything in my art program and move it! :3

The amount of switches and variables for this was insane and actually managed to lag the game. So I don't know if I can say I'd recomend my stupid way of doing a customiser until I can figure out how to let Renpy/OLiE have some more crumbs of ram to preload the hundreds of images for the customiser Sdkfskdfjl

Have a tip! Add this to the end of every single condition switch!

( "True", "gui/playericon/nothing.png", )

Make it an image that's easy to recognise mines the players thoughts icon. It will display when your variable is set to something your condition switch doesn't have a displayable for (for example if my hair colour variable somehow went over 30) instead of just crashing your game and giving a confusing error code or none at all.

Another is if your game is crashing when you make the condition switch/composite, make sure you've put a capital C and S, ConditionSwitch and Composite, I've made tons of these and still forget a " , " and capitalisation all the time.

Don't get discouraged because your game keeps thowing out errors/crashes that's just how it be, take a few deep breaths and have a break before looking over your code again! :3

I hope some of this was useful lol, and I wish you good luck on your project!!! 🍀🍀🍀