#just be as surreal in your art as you want my guy

[secondbeatsongs]

Hello, you said in some tags in a poll that Speed Racer (2008) is your favorite film. If you’re okay with it, I’d really like to hear more about why you love it. I love the Wachowskis’ work (they’re among my favorite directors), but I kinda ended up bouncing off Speed Racer (2008). So, hearing that it had a real impact on someone makes me very curious why. I’m not interested in criticizing your opinion or arguing with you, I’d just really like to know why you love it in the hopes I might be able to enjoy that movie more in the future.

oh god this is from seven months ago, I'm so sorry - but I do love almost everything about Speed Racer (2008) and I still think about it nearly every day.

I love that it's so bright and colorful and absurd. I love that it's an anime in live action form. and I love that at its heart, it is a story about love.

it's about the mistakes people make out of love, and the consequences of that. it's about the way children grow to understand why the adults around them make the choices they do, and maybe choose to do the same things. it's about taking risks for the people you love, and the pain of failing to change the world, because everything is capitalism and everything hurts.

(and it's also about being transgender btw. like, that's one of the main things about it - it is very much a movie about being transgender)

what if your father's choices hurt your older brother, and your older brother's choices hurt you, and now it's you and your younger brother staring down a future where you're going to end up hurting him by making the same choice?

and then...what if you can escape that? what if the broken parts put themselves back together, and the hope doesn't run out, and you're not alone with the things that haunt you? what then?

and now you're at the end and mistakes were still made, people were still hurt, but everyone's grown and changed and they're different now. and they've figured out that maybe, just maybe, you can change the world by doing something you love, by creating art and beauty and making people feel things.

maybe you really can defeat capitalism by driving a car really fast. and even if everyone thinks you can't...don't you have to try anyway? shouldn't you fight with the skills you have, the only way you know how?

what if it works?

and I'm not even gonna get into most of the Racer X stuff (because I want people to go watch this movie, and most folks probably won't be spoiled for it), but his whole deal is just...everything. I love him.

(if there's a guy from Speed Racer that I want to put in a jar and shake every so often, or maybe wrap in a blanket so he can have a nice nap, it's Racer X. he's a great character. prime blorbo material)

anyway I've been rotating this movie in my head ever since I saw it for the first time, and I think I've seen it...seven? times now? and I still cry at the final race, and I still get blown away by the intro sequence.

(the beginning of the movie is genuinely one of the best things I've ever seen - it does an amazing job of introducing you to the world and the story of the characters, and gets you emotionally invested in it right from the start. it's fantastic filmmaking)

also like. story stuff aside, from a technical standpoint, the movie is a masterpiece. it's the type of thing that people hated when it first came out, but when you look at it now and see how it was made, how it intentionally looks bizarre and cartoonish, plastic and surreal, you can see the exact vision the Wachowskis were going for, and it's brilliant.

the way they did the visual effects, the way they made the outdoor scenes feel so detailed, the way the driving and the tracks work - they put so much thought into that, and the behind-the-scenes vids show how cool their process was.

also uhhh cars go vroom, crash into each other, flip upside down, explode, maybe have bees and hammers in them sometimes?

(the above is me complimenting the unhinged vibe of the races themselves, which I love very much)

anyway I could make other full posts about the script of the film and how much I love it, or the cool side characters, or the fanfic potential of the amazing world of the film, or how I can prove that it's set in 1991...but I guess if anyone wants those rants, they'll just have to watch the film and then come talk to me. :)

(please. please come talk to me about Speed Racer.)

so, yeah! I kinda lost my mind there and made this post way longer than I intended, but I do feel strongly affected by this movie, and I hope this has helped explain why.

[randmsapphic]

Out of all the original arknights artists I think norizc has had by far the biggest shift. 

like I’m fully here for it and love his new style but wtf is going on here.

[totalswag]

nonsense — DREW STARKEY

authors note i've wanted to write a singer!reader drew fic for the longest time. i've read some singer!reader fics lately and it gave me some inspiration to write my own. i hope you guys enjoy reading. this was also requested by an anon not long ago, so if you’re reading this enjoy 🩵. the song choice is nonsense and just think to when sabrina is performing this song at coachella.

summary performing at coachella for the first time with friends and your lovely boyfriend supporting you in the crowd.

warnings none!

Coachella.

This is your first Coachella where you are performing. You will be playing live in front of millions of people. This is the last weekend for the festival.

Tens of thousands of people travel from all over the world to attend Coachella. The festival features sculptures, art installations, and other open events in addition to music.

When your manager called you about being invited to perform you couldn't believe your ears. Now, here you are about to step on stage.

Standing in a circle backstage with your crew, discussing everything you've prepared for over the last few days and having fun out there. This is what you always do before a show.

Second weekend of the festival.

Walking on stage seems like a surreal experience for you. Looking around, you can sense the intensity of the enormous crowd in front of you.

The weather was lovely, with the sun still shining and the breeze brushing over your skin. 

"Hello Coachella, my name is Y/F/N, what's yours?" You smile into the microphone while waving away.

You began by introducing the crowd to yourself, your backup dancers, your music, if everyone is having a great time, etc.

Interacting with your fans is one of your favorite parts of singing on stage. You value your interactions with them since you like conversing. When you read comments on your shows, they usually mention how fascinating you are.

After singing a few songs from the set list, you took a little breather and spoke to the crowd saying a joke, making them laugh.

You begin the next song by sipping from an old-fashioned soda bottle while seated in a chair. As you take a seat, you glimpse your boyfriend, Drew, along with a couple of your friends and security. 

You two make eye contact. Butterflies fill your stomach. You offer him a small wave, and he smiles and turns around, presumably blushing.

Fans up close captured the brief interaction with their phones out. We'll see it on social media later today.

Drew and you began dating in the midst of season three of Outer Banks. The first outing was Pougelandia, and fans began to speculate about your relationship because it came out of nowhere.

To be honest, Madelyn Cline and you were close friends before she began filming season one of Outer Banks. She’s the one who introduced you to Drew.

"The last song I'll be playing for you guys is nonsense, so if you know the lyrics, sing along," you cheer, lifting your free hand in the air, moving it around with excitement.

"Is it possible we get my amazing dancers out here," you turn around, pretending you have no idea where they went, "guys come out here, we could perform some sort of choreography, you know" as you gaze at your dance crew coming out the set.

Nonsense is about Drew.

It is one of your favorite songs that you have written. When you first released it, many were unsure who it was about until photos of Drew and you emerged.

Think I only want one number in phone

I might change your contact to "don't leave me alone"

You said you like my eyes and you like to make 'em role

Treat me like a queen, now you got me feelin' thrown, oh

You dance with your dancing crew, who are behind you and moving in sync. The choreography is muscle memory for you guys because you've been performing this song for a few years now.

But I can't help myself when you get close to me

Baby, my tongue goes numb, sounds like "bleh bleh bleh"

I don't want no one else (no no) baby, I'm into deep

Here's a little song I wrote (a song I wrote) its about you and me

When you sing the last line of the pre-chorus, you gesture to Drew in the audience, who moves his head side to side while listening to you sing and blushes when you point to him. You giggle into the microphone.

Fans started cheering louder as they watched you motioning to your lover in the audience.

You continue to move around stage all throughout the song.

You go around the center of the stage as your backup dancers finish their final few dances. One of your backup dancers grabs a chair for you to sit in.

At the end of nonsense you always come up with rhymes. Started doing this after the first performance and can't stop doing it.

Told him he makes me weak to my knees

Everything about him just so dreamy

By the way he's name Drew Starkey

When you say your boyfriend's name, the crowd cheers. You saw his response as he mouthed the words "I love you," dropped his jaw, and put his hands over his heart.

"Coachella, you've been amazing to me these past two weekends. Thank you so much. Can we please give a huge around of applause for our amazing dancers, come on out guys!" Excitement in your voice when you call your dance crew out on stage.

Once you guys made it off stage, you guys began cheering with a bunch of energy. Everyone gave each other hugs.

"Water is calling my name right now" you groan with urgency.

Approaching your manager, holding a cold water bottle for you- thanking her a few times as you open the bottle. You were about jugging down the water when you heard Drew's voice approaching.

"Hi baby," you squeal, dragging the y in baby, and rush into Drew's arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. Being in his arms sends relief in your body.

He smells so good.

He chuckles, "You did so well out there, so proud of you," and delicately places you on your feet.

"Thank you," blushing to the point where your cheeks were red. "Did you enjoy the outro of nonsense?" You inquire with curiosity, despite the fact that you already know his response.

He softly grins that makes your heart flutter, "Mhm yeah I did" kissing the top of your head, wrapping his right arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

"Why don't we get something to eat?" "How's that sound, baby?" Drew asks, his arm still around you.

Your ears and eyes light up from his request, “obviously yes.”

Before leaving you heard the voices of friends turning the corner. The rest of your friends, as well as Drew's cast members who are also your friends, returned to stage, thrilled to see you.

It was so good to see them.

Drew and you returned to the van to change, drove to the Airbnb to relax before returning to watch other artists perform after the sun had set with your friends.

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[unreleasedwrites]

drabbling about lookism characters’ first date w you

pov: lookism characters’ first date with you; how, when, and where they take you on your guys’ special day

character(s) included: multiple; Daniel Park, Zack Lee, Warren Chae, Euntae Lee, Jace Park, Jake Kim, Sinu Han, Jay Hong, Eli Jang, Kwak Brothers, Johan Seong, Gun Park, Samuel Seo, Goo Kim, Cheon Taejin, Yujin Yoo, Baek Hangyeol, Baek Gyeol, Diego Kang/DG, Seongji Yook

cw: my opinion, purposely repeated a bunch of characters, reader is very close to the character ok!! (btw female reader but if ur a male js change the words in ur mindddd) 😭😭

unwrapped on: Friday Night, December 22 2023

wrapped up on: Saturday Morning, March 30 2024

published on: Saturday Morning, March 30 2024

“Stereotypical-First” Type of Guy

This man is an absolute sucker for romance. It’s obvious that he actually cares and that first date won’t certainly be the last. It all started off as jokes & teasing, until you two developed feelings. So, now you’re sitting with him on a picnic blanket in a secluded part of the beach and it’s around 6 in the evening. He got you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, an item you really like [books, art materials, etc.], and prepared the scene the two of you were sat at. Theres a picnic basket on the blanket, various seashells you two collected all around you two, some petals he placed in advance to set the scene— It was straight out of a movie. He lit up a candle with one of the scents you’ve mentioned was your favorite and it’s safe to say his efforts paid off. Eventually, you two went on a stroll after having a little dinner. You went around the beach and reached the ocean shore— which escalated in an innocent water fight. You guys splashed one another with water and laughed. This guy has good aim so you were really soaked while he was still mostly dry… So he made it an opportunity to give you his jacket/coat, since you were wearing a not so thick dress and got soaked in cold water.

Zack Lee, Jace Park, Jake Kim, Sinu Han, All of big deal… Daniel Park, Euntae Lee/Vasco, Johan Seong (yall went on that stroll because you ran out of food..)

“You’re the only girl i’ve ever brought to this place” Type of Guy

You’ve known this guy for years, maybe even a decade. Which is why he brought you to a place he holds close to his heart, some place he wouldn’t take anyone else whose just a fling or doesn’t matter to him to that extent. He informs the owner of the place in advance of the special someone he’s bringing to have dinner. Even the owner is shocked, as he became close friends over the years with this person— and knowing him almost as well as you do (to a certain extent), the thought of him bringing someone over, especially a girl, never would have crossed his mind in his entire life. Which is why he made sure to make everything extra special that night, not wanting to disappoint you and this guy. This guy specifically tells you that this is his favorite place, and he’s brought a very close guy friend of his or two, but has never even mentioned it to a girl. This small and cozy place is hidden in a secluded area, so you two had a romantic night. It ended with him taking you back to your place and a good night kiss. It felt surreal considering you’ve been just friends for so long who has actually had feelings for each other but never admitted until just recently, which led to this first date.

Gun Park, Samuel Seo, Warren Chae, Cheon Taejin, Yujin Yoo, DG, Baek Gyeol (where this psycho gon take you??), Kwak Jichang, Seongji Yook

“Simple & Sincere Since The Beginning” Type of Guy

This guy is simple and you stayed for that. Ever since you first met him, it was already made clear that he wasn’t the type of guy to be so outgoing and extra. He likes simple and innocent activities that you two do because it puts a smile on your face, and anything that makes you happy, makes him even happier. And knowing how much you love movies, he decided he’d go ahead and prepare the movie you’ve been dying to see for so long, so that the two of you could watch it at his place. It was just you and him, nobody else, sat down together with various snacks that he noticed you love. It didn’t matter to him what movie it was— comedy, adventure, horror, or even romance, what mattered to him was your enjoyment that night. From sneaking his arm around your waist to cuddling without you even noticing, this guy is smooth and he made good use of it. Your first date lasted for hours because you fell asleep in his arms, to which he didn’t wake you—instead, slept along with you. Some would say that it’s weird to already cuddle and fall asleep together on the first date, but you’ve been so close to this guy for so long that it’s almost as if its just another day.

Daniel Park, Zack Lee, Warren Chae, Johan Seong (he ate most of the food and even though yall got more, he devoured that too..), Kwak Jihan, Kwak Jibeom, Eli Jang, Baek Hangyeol (😭😭), Jake Kim, Sinu Han

“Flaunt You With His Money” Type of Guy

This guy is rich, he’s filthy rich. As expected from these kinds of guys, your first date is at a classy restaurant that you can’t even pronounce the name of. He picks you up from your house in one of his cars, which he made sure to choose your favorite color & the car you seemed most comfortable in. But he also made sure to choose something flashy, so that you wouldn’t be thinking of any of the other cars he owns. He’s dressed up in a suit, and this guy has plenty of them. His hair is fixed for the occasion and his fragrance is one you can’t forget because of how good it smells, but it isn’t too strong so that it won’t get to your head. He picks you up in the evening, around five. He goes up to your doorstep with a large bouquet of your favorite flowers and chocolates he knows are your favorites. He patiently waited at your door while you were putting the flowers in a vase with water, and the gifts in the refrigerator / on the counter, (because chocolates wasn’t the only gift he brought you). He made sure to be even more of a gentleman than he already is to you, opening the door for you, pulling the chair for you to sit on. And because you’re wearing a dress with little to no sleeves, he gave you his coat.

Jay Hong, Gun Park, Samuel Seo, Goo Kim, Cheon Taejin, Yujin Yoo, DG/Diego Kang, Baek Gyeol

notes: i don’t remember any of my thoughts while writing this.. except that this has been in my drafts for so long and i’ve been coming back once in a while to work on it and disappear again..

The more I assigned the characters, the more I realized I haven’t seen most of them in WEEKS. I miss them sm

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I genuinely appreciate opinions, feedback, likes, and reblogs

I really hope you guys like this!! so sorry for being so inactive 😭 I’m really busy and I have a bunch of drafts and requests I badly wanna work on..

[rwrbmovie]

BTS of #RWRBMovie: V&A

Via Amazon:

NG: I think their time together at the Victoria and Albert Museum really sticks out to me as a defining moment of their relationship. My character, Henry, really shares the last frontier of his vulnerabilities and really opens Pandora's box in a way saying plainly to Alex, ‘This is my life. I'm terrified, but I'm willing to take this risk.’

From EW:

For Galitzine, who grew up going to the museum, it was a surreal experience. "I was born and raised in London and the V&A is an iconic place to visit — the galleries, the displays, exhibitions that have been on there. To be able to witness it in such a quiet state was really bizarre. Night shoots are disorienting at the best of times. It's 5:00 in the morning, you're trying to act and be emotional, and you're in this truly beautiful, picturesque setting. It was really cool to be able to explore it. It felt a bit like Night in the Museum. It was a weird, surreal but extremely enjoyable experience."

Director Matthew López didn't know for much of the pre-production process whether the V&A would even allow them to film there. "They were very, very protective as you could imagine," he tells EW. " Especially when we told them where we wanted to shoot, which is a lot of things we could break, and I really didn't want to be the guy who ended up breaking a priceless piece of statuary. But we ended up getting permission, and that was amazing." In McQuiston's novel, this key scene takes place in the Renaissance Gallery, which López and cinematographer Stephen Goldblatt visited while scouting in London. But while we still see Henry and Alex run through that gallery, they decided to choose another due to the V&A's filming parameters. "It's not the most photogenic gallery," explains López. "It's kind of dark and it's very, very big, so there's a lot of blank space between the statues. The chances that you're going to get just a white wall behind you are good. And it's very hard to shoot in there because the rule that the V&A had for us was that we couldn't bring in any exterior lighting. We could not bring it in our own lights." But Goldblatt had an idea to work around that limitation. "He led me to this area of the museum where we did end up filming it," the director continues. "That long, beautiful corridor with all those gorgeous statues filled with very homoerotic art, as well as that narrow alleyway of busts. We came back another night after closing, and he had them turn off everything, all the lights except for the spotlights that were there, illuminating the artwork. But turning off the floodlights that lit the gallery for people to walk around in. What you had in an instant was darkness everywhere and light shining on the art." Goldblatt manipulated the light further with a dimmer switch, creating an almost sacred environment in which Henry and Alex could express their love for each other. "We did not bring in any of our own lighting," emphasizes López. "That scene is shot with the lighting that's available to us at the V&A. We decided that the scene would be the boys for the most part in shadow and the statues illuminated. It was a beautiful use of a problem to create a better solution that you could not have come up with on your own if you had no problem."

From Glamour:

“My absolutely favorite scene to film was the night we shot inside the Victoria and Albert Museum,” says López of the scene depicted here. “We arrived at 10 p.m. and filmed until sunrise. To have access to that museum at night without any other people around made you feel what Henry and Alex must have been feeling the night they go there together. What made it so special is that, for one of the first times in the shoot, it was just me, Taylor, and Nick working. No other actors, no background players. It’s a magical scene in the book, and it was a magical night for all of us.” 

From HELLO:

In the film, as in the book, the pair dance together here as they vow to make their relationship work, come what may. This scene is also Matthew's favorite scene, "because it's the only scene in the film that is actually filmed at the location that it's set".  "That night was very beautiful and I think it's reflected in what you see on screen; there's a magic to that place at night and I like to think we captured it," he adds.

From NYT:

The two men under the dimmed lights were the actors Taylor Zakhar Perez and Nicholas Galitzine, and they swayed until the director, Matthew López, called “Cut!” around 2 a.m. for a lunch break. “It was just the three of us and our crew,” said López, who’s also the film’s co-writer. “It made for an incredibly intimate, really special night.”

From W Magazine:

There’s a sweet moment in the Victoria and Albert Museum. Why did you shoot in that sculptural exhibition? That’s not the gallery from the book. I went there with Stephen Goldblatt, my director of photography, and it wasn’t very cinematic. Stephen took me to another part of the museum, where we shot, with lower ceilings a more contained space with beautiful statues: David and Goliath, three women, the corridor of busts and torsos—very cinematic.

[gloomy-prince]

Hey, i just wanted to come on here and say that i really adore your Reddie art and comic a lot. Youve become one of my favorite artists to follow. Every art you do is freaking amazing and makes my day when you post anything. Ive been following you for a long time and have always adored your own personal work and comic, Rainbow! I went to walmart today and stumbled upon the first volume and got so excited that i had a couple of looks lol. I had no idea if it was ever gonna hit my store but it did! I simply had to buy it. Actually holding it in my hand is so surreal and im so proud of you guys. I cant wait till the next one comes out to reread it all over again!

🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕 thank you so much!!! I’m glad people seem to be just as excited as us to see it in stores. It’s still crazy to me

[enam3l]

Hey, I hope you're okay

I read your post about rockstar! Eddie who hates Tommy Lee, and that made me wonder, which bands do you think Eddie (and the whole corroded coffin) would be friends, like, going to parties, and talking and meeting sometimes

You can ignore this if you want, but I was curious and your writing is so good

Thank you so much! I fuckin love this concept and had a tonne of fun thinking about it. Basically Eddie Munson just loves music and people who love music too. And fyi, he does love Lana. PS: all rockstar eddie munson content can be found under this hashtag if you want to only view that and not just all my eddie munson stuff on the #enam3l x eddie tag

The big one of course is Metallica. The Corroded Coffin boys were never subtle about how much they loved Metallica and how they'd been their teen idols. At Corroded Coffin’s first awards show where enemies were made with Motley Crue, a friendship was also made. Having heard the kind words said about them so often by Eddie and the gang, Metallica made it their mission for the night to introduce themselves. Feeling totally out of place and laughing at how surreal this was, Corroded Coffin were interrupted by a waiter bringing over a bottle of whiskey, a gift from Metallica. The boys were stunned silent. To this day Eddie’s wife says she's never seen him so speechless. The waiter pointed over to a table closer to the stage where Metallica sat and waved. Later, they came over and introduced themselves, complimenting Corroded Coffin for making it in such a difficult scene and without help. From then on a bond existed between the two bands. Metallica acting as mentors for Corroded Coffin and being their support act on multiple occasions. Eddie couldn't believe he had James fucking Hetfield’s number and would often speak to him when things got a bit much and the industry felt like it was crushing him.

Eddie definitely had a kinship with Alice Cooper, the two sitting back and laughing at the madness surrounding them. Both having the same approach to their careers, loving the music and playing up the image but not the gross antics. They both had normal family lives. They were definitely on the same wavelength and stuck with each other at any events and caught up about their wives and kids.

They all enjoyed going to parties with KISS, appreciating the bands theatrics. KISS’s face paint just spoke to their routes in Hellfire.

Mostly Eddie liked hanging with the alternative and indie bands, they weren't as intense and outlandish as the rock scene. Less publicity stunts and sleaze which is what Eddie despised about Motley Crue. Eddie appreciated their musical skill as well as their theatrics and style. Bands like Siouxsie and the Banshees, Bauhaus and David Byrne. He admired them from afar and eventually grew to know them and just enjoyed talking about their art together.

And Eddie didn't believe in guilty pleasures. There were plenty of artists you'd never expect him to love and respect. He always thought George Michael was kind and interesting, originally approaching him by mistake at a show thinking he was Steve. Eddie was bummed when George Michael died. Also The B-52s, Eddie loved getting drunk and putting them on. You'd definitely go and see them together and get silly drunk and dance around like teenagers. One of your favourite date nights would be to go to soul or jazz clubs, he liked listening to those kind of records whilst cooking or cleaning.

He was definitely intrigued by the grunge scene in the nineties and helped promote and support it. He thought the guys from Nirvana were the coolest he's ever met and attended Kurt’s funeral. Foo Fighters drummer passed away this year and the rest of the band did a memorial gig with friends from the industry, Eddie would've absolutely been there.

But honestly, one of Eddie’s favourite parts of being famous would be getting to use his connections to introduce you to your favourite musicians and bands. Eddie is absolutely no music snob, open and interested in anything especially when he can see the craft that went into it.

Whatever you or his daughters liked he'd be there front row with them. Maeve his youngest would definitely love Ariana Grande or Lady Gaga and Eddie would take her to every gig, wearing merch too. Eddie Munson would be famously quoted for saying there's nothing more metal than having pipes like Mariah or Ariana. And he fucking clapped like hell at Gaga’s meat dress, he thinks she's fucking cool as shit.

[dreammeiser]

Hi! I love your work and I absolutely adore your DAWM designs!!! I hope this isn’t a rude question, but I saw you mention you previously were involved with the Jim Henson Company and was curious about your experience and what working there looked like for you? I hope this is not overly invasive of an ask, and I completely understand if you’re not willing to answer for whatever reason! :3 Thank you for your time ☆

Aw gosh! Thank you so much for the kind words! Not invasive or rude at all, I appreciate you asking-- I just usually keep most things to myself unless asked, haha!

Oh man, where do I start... Working there felt surreal! I got to see people I admired nearly my whole life around the office and TALK to them every day-- I don't want to drop names but a lot that are famous in the puppet community. And they were the nicest people at the office too, I still talk with them sometimes! They had a room that had some clay maquettes from previous projects that were gorgeous! We had a resident puppet chilling around the office from old pizza commercials named Bad Andy and sometimes we'd goof around with him! He was a little monkey guy! I was too shy to play with him a lot, which I shouldn't have been, because the others would just make him say bad words anyway, HA!

The guy, dying ^

One of the female Skeksis from the Dark Crystal movie was encased in glass near the kitchen so you had to pass by it every time you wanted coffee or a snackaroo... :'o) I was still very scared of Skeksis so I would walk very fast past her, hahaha! The Pinocchio puppet from The Adventures of Pinocchio movie was also chilling in the same room! There's puppets all over! When I was there, I was working on Sid the Science Kid! As an intern, I did not get a whoooole lot of responsibilities (as one can imagine, I was a very baby-level artist and I was 18/19), but I did get to contribute some art to a couple episodes, although... In the choices I would give them, they would always pick the paintings I was least proud of HAHAHA. When I have the time, I will try to revive my back-then work computer that still has some of my artwork so I can show you guys, I think it should be fine by now. :'o) But I do have a shirt from back then that I still wear all the time. If you remember Gerald from the show, he had this little dino shirt:

My shirt... and then the guy... Zooming at us, menacingly... My bird Kraken kinda chewed up the shirt around the shoulders, augh!

Also, they used some motion-capture animation for Sid! I remember the actors putting on these giant silly suits that had huge feet, huge heads, and huge hands that fit the proportions of the characters, with little ping pong ball-looking attachments to them. Those actors worked really hard to run around in those suits, it was impressive!

There was also!! A screen connected to a console and a controller that we would goof around on because you could control Sid's expressions with it, so we'd all have a turn on it sometimes to make the silliest faces with it and make each other laugh :oD

I remember back then my brain had a creative itch that Sid wasn't scratching enough (sorry if that sounds weird, I hope you know what I mean?), but talking with my dad about it, he recommended I make a story that I had wanted to work on at Henson's, so I took an existing character I had from high school (that's Earl!!) and started making a story with him about puppets, toys, and dolls that were all adventuring through a dream world and trying to overcome living nightmares. It has been dropped and picked back up and redesigned several times, but it eventually became Dream Along With Me. A lot of things I learned from Sid/Henson's actually helped inform how I redesigned the project too!

There's a lot more cool stuff I could talk about but I worry about being boring/rambling/accidentally writing a novel. I'll save it for later if asked again :'o) Thank you for asking!! It felt good to reminisce!

[vintagepresley]

Pretty Baby

Chapter Three: Is It So Strange?

Pairing: Elvis Presley x OC Reader

Word Count: 10, 753 words

Warnings: 18+ Honestly there isn't anything too crazy. Tons of flirting, cursing, smoking, tons of fluff and cuteness, tiny bit angst towards the end and hint of smut. Typical Elvis stuff.

Author's Notes: Hi besties! So, I want to start off by saying this was way longer than intended that I actually didn't get to the very angsty parts I wanted to. So, I'll be adding that to the next chapter which will be drama filled and angsty. If you think that by the end of this chapter that these two will be together.. Well, I'm sorry to break the news.. Not quite yet. But I hope you enjoy this chapter of Elvis being super cute and tons of flirting and will they/won't they situations. I'm sorry once again for the slowburn of this story. But trust me when I say, the smut WILL be worth the wait! As always possible spelling errors! (Since they're in Vegas figured I'd change the cover art for this.)

Pretty Baby series

“Holy shit!” Rebecca thought to herself as she walked onto the Lisa Marie. She had never seen an airplane like this before. There was no doubt in her mind that his plane belonged to Elvis Presley. It seemed so surreal that someone was flying in such a style, but it didn’t surprise her at all with the way he dressed. Elvis and the guys couldn’t help but laugh amongst themselves as they saw the look of shock and awe on Rebecca’s face as she slowly walked into the main cabin. Elvis followed behind her with a smile and placed a hand against her lower back and she turned to face him with the same shocked expression which made that hiccuping laugh escape Elvis. 

“You wanna little tour?” he asked. 

She smiled at him and nodded. “Please?” she hummed. Elvis gave her a small nod and now slipped his arm around her waist and began to lead the way for the tour of his plane, starting with taking her to the cockpit to meet the pilot. Rebecca couldn’t help but notice that no matter who worked for him or who he met he was always so personable with everyone and they all seemed to really love him. She admired that and only furthered her comfort around him. After speaking with the pilot Elvis continued on with the tour, showing her the dining room and lounge area. She couldn’t believe that his airplane was basically a mini house and all she could think about is what Graceland looked like. Once he showed her the bathrooms she went right over to the gold sink and she looked at him as she touched it. 

“Is this real gold?!” she asked. 

Elvis laughed and nodded. “Sure is, honey.” he beamed. 

She laughed and stood back by his side and shook her head because only he would have a gold sink. Elvis grabbed her hand excitedly and led her toward the last part of the tour; his private bedroom. She looked around the room and then up at him. 

“Only you would have a bedroom on a plane.” she giggled, rolling her eyes. 

“My home away from home.” he uttered softly. 

She smiled at him and went over to the bed and plopped down onto it and bounced up and down slowly curious as to how comfortable it was. Elvis just smiled at her. He loved seeing how impressed people were with his things. “Comfortable enough for ya, honey?” Elvis teased. 

“It feels pretty comfortable.” she responded. 

“Good.. It’s yours to sleep in since it’ll be a few hours until we’re in Vegas.” Elvis smiled. 

“Thank you.” she said softly as she looked around the room spotting some records and she stood up and walked over to them and began to sift through them. Elvis walked up beside her. 

“Anything in there you listen to?” he asked curiously 

She shrugged and shot him a small grin. “I may see a few things.” she hummed before taking her attention off the records and deciding to head back out with the rest of the guys, but Elvis grabbed her hand before she could go anywhere. 

“Wait a minute, baby… Where ya goin’?” he furrowed his brow. 

“I don’t want your friends getting the wrong idea if we’re in here too long together, Elvis.” she replied, rolling her eyes at him calling her baby now.

“Don’t worry ‘bout them. We’ll keep the door open if that’ll make you feel better?” Elvis suggested. 

Rebecca exhaled softly and nodded at his words. “Okay, fine.” she mumbled. 

He smiled. “Good. I want you to listen to a song I recently recorded. I want your opinion on it.” he said as he searched through the small crate of records, finding the 45 he was looking for and putting it on the turntable. Rebecca raised an eyebrow as she sat back down on the bed, wondering what the song could be that he wanted her opinion on. He carefully placed the needle onto the groove of the record and the small hum and crackles of the record began to play before the soft sounds of Elvis’ voice rang through the speakers as he sang ‘It’s Midnight’. 

Now Rebecca had heard his music in passing from her parents and other people of his generation, but she never actually sat and listened to his voice because she never cared enough. People her age didn't really listen to his music. She didn’t dig it. She always heard his mainstream songs and they just never spoke to her. Even as they’ve gotten to know each other she still hadn’t really listened to him. So when she heard him singing this song she perked up a bit and it was as if she was hearing him for the very first time, truly hearing him. The bravado of his voice, the small cracks of it, the emotion he had put into the song and it struck a nerve with her. Elvis stood watching each expression of her face, she was always hard to read but he could tell that she was completely lost within the song. He knew if anyone was going to be completely honest with him, it was her. As it came to an end the two of them sat in the silence that fell before them for a moment the chattering sounds of the guys talking muffled in the background as Rebecca and Elvis stared at one another. 

“Well? What did ya think? And be honest.” Elvis said. 

“Hmm… Can you play it one more time for me?” she muttered with a smile. 

Elvis nodded and flashed her a smile back as he restarted the record and now Rebecca got comfortable and slipped off shoes and climbed further onto the bed, sitting up against the headboard. She needed to hear it again to really take it all in. Elvis followed her lead and since the door was open he knew she needn’t worry as he climbed into bed and sat beside her as they listened to the song once more together. She glanced over at him and didn’t say a word, she trusted him and knew there wouldn’t be any funny business, so she got a bit more comfortable sitting beside him as she focused on the song even more, closing her eyes as she listened to the lyrics closely. 

Funny how things have a way of 

looking so much brighter in the daylight

I ought to go to bed 

To try and straighten out my head 

And just forget you 

Oh, but it’s midnight..

And I miss you.

Rebecca opened her eyes and glanced up at Elvis with a curious look upon her face. “Did you write this? Who is this about?” she asked softly. Elvis chuckled softly as he scratched his face gently, shaking his head. 

“I didn’t write it.. No. It’s not about anyone or anything to do with me personally.” he answered. 

She nodded slowly. “There’s just… There’s so much emotion in your voice when you sing it, that it sounds as if you’re singing it to someone in particular. It’s beautiful. It’s sad, but beautiful. I-I didn’t know you could sing like that. I love it, I really do. I’m impressed.” she hummed with a grin which made Elvis chuckle. 

“Well, I do think that is the first time I’ve impressed you and the first time you’ve given me a compliment.” he laughed. Rebecca rolled her eyes and nudged him with her elbow. 

“Don’t get used to it. Wouldn’t want you getting a big head now.” she teased. 

“It’s too late for that, baby. So.. You really meant what ya said? You love it?” he smiled. 

“Mhm.. I meant every word, Elvis. It’s a beautiful song and you’ve got a beautiful voice.” she hummed. That brought a wider smile to his face. 

“Thank you.” he mumbled as the song once again came to an end and Rebecca quickly got up to play it for a third time and climbed back into the bed to sit beside him and two of them sat in silence just listening to the song together. It was pretty late on the east coast and Rebecca didn’t realize just how tired she was and as the plane was finally taking off she began to feel the heaviness in her eyes and her head slowly tilting to the side and resting onto Elvis’ shoulder as she began to doze off to the sound of his voice. Elvis looked down at her and smiled to himself as he watched her nuzzle into his shoulder and her eyes fluttering shut and a few strands of her hair falling in front of her face. Elvis carefully slipped an arm around her and he held her carefully and with his other hand he reached up to brush the small strands of hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear. The soft crackle and hum of the needle hitting against the record played over and over once the song had ended and Elvis just watched Rebecca sleep, studying her face as he did whenever he would catch himself staring at her. Her soft features became even softer as she slept that he couldn’t help but graze the pad of his thumb against her rosy, supple cheek which caused her to move a bit and nuzzle even more into him and slip her small arms around his arm. Elvis beamed happily. 

“You are by far the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on..” he whispered under his breath as he began to hum an old song he sang way back when. One line of the song leaves his lips in a hushed tone as he continues to caress her cheek. “Is it so strange, to be in love with you?” He exhaled softly, the months that he had gotten to know her began to stir up feelings in him that he hadn’t felt for anyone in a long time. But he wasn’t sure how she felt about him. She was always so hard to read and when she constantly referred to him as a friend it only made things harder to read from her end. Does she really just think of me as a friend? Or is that just her way of hiding her true feelings? Either way, he knew what he felt and there was no way to get rid of it. He wanted her and he’d do anything to get what he wanted. 

His gaze slowly fell to her lips that were the shade of the light pink lipstick she always wore that he loved. Thoughts of kissing her at the end of each of their dates always had crossed his mind, but he knew all too well that she’d slap the shit out of him if he tried. Which made him chuckle just at the thought of it. But now those pesky thoughts of his lips against her ran through his mind and he hesitantly leaned down toward her and got close enough that his lips hovered over hers that he could feel the warmth of her breath blowing against his lips and then he carefully, slowly pressed his lips against hers giving her the gentlest little kiss and he pulled back feeling content and his smile beaming because of how badly he had been wanting to do that. He tightened his hold around her waist as he tilted his head back against the bed frame and closed his eyes in hopes of maybe getting a few hours of rest himself. 

Unbeknownst to Elvis, she was a light sleeper and his constant caressing of her cheek had woken her up a bit that she heard all the words he had whispered to her and felt the kiss he left on her lips. She opened her eyes and slowly tilted her head up to look at him. She had a puzzled look on her face, trying to process what she had heard and what she had felt from that little kiss. One of those feelings being that he had the softest lips she had ever felt. The other feeling was confusion or maybe confliction as she pondered those last words he mumbled. Love? He couldn’t possibly be in love with me.. We’ve only known each other for a few months.That’s insane. 

She had never been this close to any man, one that wasn’t gay anyway. She had never trusted someone as much as she trusted him or opened up more than she had with him. She felt close to him. They were similar but different in so many ways. There was no denying there was some chemistry between them, but she didn’t want anything more than a friendship. Anything more scared her because she didn’t want to lose what they had as friends. He was someone she could confide in and have deep conversations with and she was someone he could share parts of himself that he never had before. Someone who didn’t sugarcoat things with him. Who always said what was exactly on her mind even when he didn’t ask for it. 

Rebecca continued to stare at him with the same puzzled look on her face as her thoughts ran wild. But decided rather than dwelling on these feelings, these thoughts that she’d just try to get back to sleep. As much as she tried she just couldn’t silence her thoughts enough to sleep. By the time she finally had gotten herself back to sleep she was suddenly being woken up again by the sound of his voice and him lightly shaking her awake.

“Rebecca, honey, wake up.. We’re here, baby..” he whispered softly. 

She tiredly opened her eyes to the sight of him staring at her and she rubbed her hand against her tired eyes, forgetting that she had mascara on. “W-What? Already??” she asked groggily. Elvis chuckled at her sleepy words. 

“Yes.. C’mon..” Elvis hummed as he helped her out of the bed and she let out a soft groan as she swatted at him. 

“I can get out of bed on my own.” she said in a sharp tone, wanting to make things seem normal and pretend as if she didn’t hear him profess his love. 

Elvis smirked and held his hands up in defeat. “Okay, okay.. You freshen up and I’ll wait out in the main cabin.” he said with a smile before he headed out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. She took a deep breath as she was fully awake now, soothed out her dress and slipped her shoes on and headed into the small bathroom he had in the bedroom and seeing how smeared her mascara was she quickly washed her face and tried to wipe some of it away so that she at least looked decent for the drive to the hotel; until she could really freshen up. She quickly fixed her hair and headed out of the bedroom and toward the main cabin where she saw Elvis and the guys standing preparing to unboard from the plane, she walked up beside him letting out a soft yawn. Elvis smiled when he saw her and slipped an arm around her small waist. Rebecca folded her arms over her chest and tried to slip out of his grasp but he had a tight hold on her and now she began to tense up and her mind going back to what happened just a few hours ago. She felt that if she distanced herself from him maybe those feelings of his for her would go away. Elvis noticed how tense she suddenly was and he raised an eyebrow as he glanced over at her. 

“Everything okay, honey?” he whispered to her. 

She looked up at him and nodded slowly, putting on a smile. “Everything is great.” she hummed. He nodded and returned a smile and now he took her hand as they began to unboard the plane, some of the guys walking out first while the rest followed behind the two of them. Rebecca looked around and inhaled the fresh air of Vegas and felt the change of temperature that she certainly wasn’t used to and now she wasn’t really worried about what happened and more focused on the excitement she felt of being in Vegas. She couldn’t wait to see the famous Vegas strip and some of the casinos. Once they got down the stairs Elvis took her hand once again and the two of them walked toward the fancy Cadillac that waited for them as their bags were being loaded into the two other cars behind it that some of the guys were getting into while Joe and Jerry shared the Cadillac with the two of them. She rolled the window down as they began to drive off to the International so she could get a better view of everything and she happily stared out the window and Elvis chuckled to himself seeing her excitement which he thought was cute. 

“You’ve really never been to Vegas?” he said softly. 

“Nope. Never.” she responded as she stared up at all big flashing lights that beamed throughout the strip and lit up the night sky. “I thought New York was amazing.. But this is a whole other level.” she said with a soft laugh. Elvis shook his head with a smile.

“It sure is somethin’ when you see it for the first time. Some of the guys' wives and girlfriends will be here. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind takin’ you out on the town.” Elvis muttered. Rebecca turned to look at him and she smiled warmly. 

“I’m guessing it’s not going to be easy for us to go anywhere here, huh?” she questioned.

Elvis gave her a small shrug. “That’s the price I pay being Elvis Presley. If I could I’d love to take you out ‘round town myself if it weren't for us possibly being mobbed.” he said softly.

Rebecca couldn’t help but feel a bit sad for him because he couldn’t go out or do anything like normal people do or have fun the way normal people do. He always had to either pay to get a place to himself or go after hours. She couldn’t understand how he could deal with that on a daily basis. She studied his face for a moment and she could see the sadness on it. She reached over and placed her hand over his and gave it a gentle pat. “Hey, it’s okay, I’m just excited to be here and actually see an Elvis Presley concert for the first time. I hear he’s a riot!” she teased trying to cheer him up and it did because a crooked little grin formed on his lips. 

“I hear he does alright..” he smirked. As she went to move her hand away he grabbed it quickly and held it tight and the two of them looked at one another and shared a smile. He appreciated that it didn’t upset her that they couldn’t do normal things together as much as he wanted to. She turned her attention back toward the window and studying this whole new world that was Las Vegas as they approached the hotel they made sure to park in the back entrance as the two other cars followed behind and as they got all the luggage situated as Joe and Jerry got Elvis and Rebecca inside and onto the elevator. Rebecca couldn’t help but notice that pictures and flyers and merchandise of Elvis were everywhere. If you had any doubt who was in town the hotel would be sure to remind you. This was the first time she was experiencing the stardom that was Elvis and being in his element. As they got onto the floor of his suite Elvis led the way with Rebecca by his side keeping her close. She was so busy looking all around that she hadn’t even noticed him holding onto her hips. They stopped once they approached his suite door. 

“So, where’s my room?” she asked as she raised an eyebrow. 

“I figured you’d just stay in the suite with me, honey.” he said nonchalantly. 

Rebecca scoffed and furrowed her brows as she pulled away from him and placed her hands on her hips. “Nice try.. Just because I fell asleep next to you on the plane doesn’t mean I’m sharing a bed with you, Elvis.” she said sternly. 

Elvis chuckled and shook his head.

“Now who said anything about us sharing a bed, baby? There’s an extra room for you.” he said with a smirk. 

Rebecca felt embarrassed now and could feel her face turning red because of her assumption, she quickly cleared her throat and crossed her arms over her chest as she watched the guys snicker. “Oh.. Well, I-uh.. That’s okay, I guess.” she mumbled, feeling so stupid.

Elvis laughed and opened the suite door and they all walked inside. “Holy shit, man..” Rebecca blurted out as she looked around the suite. She never saw anything like it. She thought the plane was fancy but it had nothing on his suite. Elvis grinned at her reaction and he grabbed her bags from Jerry. 

“You guys can go. Lemme know when the Colonel gets in, will ya? I’ve gotta talk to that fat sonofabitch.” Elvis muttered. The guys nodded before they headed out and Rebecca raised an eyebrow wondering who this Colonel guy was that he was talking about. 

“Who’s the Colonel?” she asked curiously. 

“Just my business manager, baby. I wanted to introduce you to him, but he can be an ass.” he shrugged as he began to walk past the living room and toward the bedroom Rebecca would be staying in. She furrowed her brow at his answer and the way he spoke about him which gave her an idea that he probably wasn’t great but she just shrugged as she followed behind him. Elvis sat her bags down and turned on the light, smiling. Rebecca stepped inside the room smiling because it looked like it’s own little suite and had its own bathroom. She was still in awe and she turned around toward him. 

“Where’s your room?” she asked. 

“Right across there. So, if you’re still thinking about sharing a bed, I ain’t too far away.” he smirked.

Rebecca gave him her usual look when she wasn’t having his shit and she playfully slapped his arm. “Oh, you wish. Now get out because I want to shower and get some more sleep.” she said in the sassy tone of hers. 

“Sleep? It’s only 9:30.” he replied. 

“Some of us are still on New York time and it’s midnight there.” she snapped as she began to playfully try to push him out of her room causing him to laugh and he played along stumbling backwards out of the room and before he could get another word out she had shut the door in his face. He stood there shaking his head with a smirk and he could hear the faint sounds of the shower starting. 

“Well, uh.. I guess I’ll see you in the morning then!” he shouted before heading toward his own room to get cleaned up and into his pajamas even though he had no plans of sleeping just yet. He ordered up some room service and got himself some food but also a plate for Rebecca just in case she got hungry, setting it on the little dining room table and leaving a little hand written note for her before he took his food into his room. He got settled into his bed and decided to read one of his books all the while thinking about the beautiful girl just in the other room. He was hoping they could spend some time together now that they were completely alone but of course she found a way to get out of that. 

Rebecca was grateful to have a bit of peace away from Elvis even if it were just for a night. She had a lot on her mind, mostly him on her mind and what he had whispered to her when he thought she couldn’t hear him. She wouldn’t dare bring it up, but she had wondered if he would. After a long hot shower she felt so much better and slipped on a pair of panties and an oversized t-shirt and she flopped down into the bed letting out a satisfying sigh of relief because of how comfortable it felt. She laid there with her face planted into the pillows and she could hear her stomach growling at her, with all the excitement of this trip she hadn’t really eaten much else since they went to dinner hours ago. She climbed out of the bed and tip-toed over to the door, pressing her ear against the door trying to see if she could hear him but it sounded like he was in his room. She figured he probably had the fridge stocked with some sort of food. She carefully opened the door and quietly slipped out of the room and she saw a plate sitting on the table with a bottle of coke and she slowly made her way over, seeing a note addressed to her and she raised an eyebrow curiously as she picked it up to read it. 

To My Honey, 

In case you get hungry, I got our favorite meal…. And if you get lonely that offer still stands for us to share a bed.

– EP.

As she read the note she rolled her eyes because he knew how much she hated when he called her honey, but then she felt her face growing hot from how hard she was starting to blush, that even a small giggle escaped her from the last part of the note. He was never going to let her hear the end of that assumption she made about them sharing a bed. She sat down at the table and stared over at his bedroom door where she could hear the television now playing and then she looked back over the note, shaking her head and smiling as she took the lid off the plate of food to see it was their usual dinner they shared with one another, a simple cheeseburger and fries. She smiled even more as she began to eat her food, rereading the little note as she did. She hated how somehow through months of trial and error he’s able to make her feel like some stupid giggly girl. She was trying to shake the feeling of things that had been lingering within her for some time. They were feelings she had been suppressing because she valued their friendship more than anything and she was determined to keep it that way. He was like the straight version of Paul and that was how she was trying to keep seeing it. But she found herself staring at his bedroom again and when she finished eating she got up with the note in hand, folding it up and sticking it in between the waistband of her panties and walked over to his bedroom door, knocking lightly. “Elvis?” she said in a quiet tone. 

When Elvis heard her light knock and her voice which made him smile widely and turned the volume of the television down. “Yeah? Everything okay?” he responded. 

“Can I come in?” she asked. 

“Course you can, honey.” he answered. 

She grabbed a hold of the door knob and turned it slowly before stopping. “Wait.. Close your eyes first. I don’t have pants on.” she laughed and could hear him chuckling. 

“Do I have to? I’ve already seen you naked.” he asked. 

“Yes! Or I’ll go right back to my room.” she said sternly.

 He exhaled dramatically and closed his eyes. 

“Alright.. They’re closed!” he shouted. He could hear the doorknob turning and the door creaking open as she stepped inside and closed it behind her. Elvis, being cheeky, opened his right eye just to get a tiny peek at her and he smirked when he saw her in just a t-shirt and panties and the note he left her sticking out the waistband of her panties. She marveled at his bedroom as she climbed into his bed and quickly got beneath the blankets to cover herself. “Can I open my damn eyes now, woman?” he laughed. 

“You can.” she hummed. 

Elvis opened his eyes and looked over at her smiling. 

“Well, well.. What happened to “We’re not sharing a bed, Elvis. Some of us are on New York time, Elvis.” he mocked. 

She rolled her eyes at him. 

“We aren’t sharing a bed because I’m not sleeping in here with you. But I don’t see anything wrong with us hanging out for a bit while I’m wide awake. But if you’re going to be an ass I will go right back to my room.” she said as she pretended to get up to leave. Elvis grabbed a hold of her to stop her. 

“Well, just hold on now I don’t mind it one bit.. You are always welcome to hangout here with me.” he smiled. 

“Good. But don’t get any ideas. Actually..” she hummed, grabbing one of his pillows and putting in between them as a barrier. “That’s better.” she beamed. 

“Really?” he chuckled and raised an eyebrow at the pillow barrier between them. 

“Mhm.. So, what are we watching?” she smiled. 

“The Carol Burnett Show. You ever watched it?” he asked. 

“I’ve seen a few episodes. She’s funny.” she said with a smile as she leaned back against the bed watching the television. A small silence fell between them as they both watched the screen. Elvis glanced over at her for a moment. 

“Sooo.. You got my note?” he grinned. 

“I did. Who knew you were such a poet.” she said sarcastically trying to make it seem as if that note didn’t have her blushing and giggling just moments ago. 

“Do you always have to be a sarcastic little shit?” Elvis laughed. 

“Yeah, because you love it..” she teased, grinning at him.

“Mm..” he hummed, shaking his head.

The two sat there in his bed with the pillow barrier in between them and watched television together until midnight and by this point Elvis had eventually fallen asleep. When Rebecca noticed he had gone to sleep she smiled and reached over for the remote, shutting the television off and climbing out of his bed and going over to him. She stared at him for a moment and she reached down to run her fingers along his handsome round face and she let out a soft exhale before leaning down to kiss his cheek and turning out the light before she made her way out, carefully shutting the door and heading to her room and getting into her bed, keeping the small lamp on. She grabbed a cigarette and lit it as she reached down to take the note out of the waistband of her panties and she unfolded it and read it a few more times. Once she finished smoking she laid down and continued to read it until she fell asleep with the piece of paper resting on her chest. 

The Next Day - 12:00PM

Rebecca had woken up to the sounds of Elvis shouting angrily at the guys about something to do with this Colonel fellow. She yawned softly as she stretched her body out against the bed and placed the note that laid beside her now on the bedside table. She was curious as to what was going on that had him so upset but she chose to just stay out of it and then she heard his bedroom door slam and the front door of his suite close. She furrowed her brow and slowly climbed out of the bed letting out another yawn as she rubbed her hands over her eyes, and walked out of the bedroom tiredly, looking around the empty living room and hearing Elvis swearing angrily to himself in his room. She walked over to the door and knocked on it before opening the door and peeking her head inside to see him dressed in usual get up. “Elvis? Are you okay?” she asked in her sleepy voice. 

When Elvis heard her voice something inside of him suddenly forced him to calm down and he took a deep breath before he turned to face her. “I-I’m good... Ah hell, I woke ya up, didn’t I? ‘M sorry, honey.” he mumbled. 

She shook her head at his words. “Oh no, you didn’t.. It’s okay. Are you sure you're okay? Is everything okay with the show tonight?” she asked. 

“Oh yeah, everything is fine. Just some business, that’s all.” he said with a small smile. But that was an obvious lie. Elvis had plans of introducing Rebecca to the Colonel because of his connections in Hollywood and he was still determined to fulfill her dream of being an actress. But the Colonel refused to help her or even just meet her just to see she’s got what it takes. He flat out told him no. That he only had time for Elvis Presley. Elvis was never one to argue with the Colonel and that’s why he’d have his outbursts of anger and take it out on others. He didn’t want to fail Rebecca or disappoint her. So he lied. 

“Oh okay. Are you hungry?” she asked. 

He shook his head. “No. But feel free to order whatever you like, baby. I’ve got to rehearse for the show tonight. I made some arrangements for you and some of the wives to go out and shop or do whatever. I want you wearing the prettiest dress for me tonight.” he smiled. 

She furrowed her brow and leaned up against the door frame. 

“I’m surprised you haven’t picked the dress out for me then.” she mumbled. 

“If I had time I would have. They’ll be coming up in a bit.” he smiled as he grabbed his glasses and slipped them on. She watched him finish getting ready and as he stepped out of the room he grazed his hand against her waist as he walked by. She had gotten used to his ways of always wanting to touch her even if it was a small caress. Touching seemed to be his way of affection with women and after a while it stopped bothering her that she sometimes didn’t notice. She followed him to the front door of the suite and she couldn’t help but notice just how handsome he looked today that she caught herself staring at him and looking away when he would glance over at her. 

“What time is the show tonight?” she asked. 

“The first show is at 8pm and then there’s a midnight show.” he smiled. 

“You do two shows a night?” she raised an eyebrow. 

“Mhm..” he nodded. 

She thought that was unusual considering he was performing almost everyday and now she furrowed her brow a bit with concern. But he’d been doing this for a while so she assumed he must know what he’s doing to be overworking himself like that. Elvis leaned over and kissed her cheek. “I’ve gotta go, honey. I’ll see you tonight. Jerry will bring you down to the show.” he hummed before he headed out of the room where the guys were waiting in the hall for him. She smiled a little and locked the door behind him. Now she felt so much pressure to look her best tonight because of him wanting her to be dressed just for him and usually she would’ve told any guy who said something like that to fuck off, but she actually wanted to look good for Elvis. She didn’t know what had gotten into her but even she was annoyed with herself for letting this man make her feel these stupid feelings of wanting to look good for a man. She could just imagine how the day was going to go with this group of women. She had no idea what introductions he’s made to them  or if his friends mentioned to their wives how she and Elvis met and what line of work she was in and that made her nervous. She didn’t know what she was walking into. Would they think she was his girlfriend or friend? Or some pornstar he’s just showing off? Maybe they had all been gossiping about them already and assuming the worst. If that was the case she would be ready to set them straight with the truth. 

Rebecca opted for her usual look: a pair of dark denim bell bottoms and a halter top and a pair of black platform heels. She brushed her hair out and kept it subtle with her makeup just wearing her usual light pink lipstick and mascara. As soon as she was ready she heard a knock at the door and soft voices, it was the ladies. She took a deep breath and went to answer the door and when she did she was surprised to see how much older they were compared to her and how different they dressed compared to her. The first woman to introduce herself was Joan Esposito and then Jerry’s girlfriend and Sonny’s wife. 

“Rebecca, right? Wow, Elvis wasn’t kidding, you really are beautiful.” Joan asked. 

Rebecca nodded in response to her question and then laughed because he was constantly going around bragging about her looks which always annoyed her. As they all made introductions with one another Rebecca felt that they seemed nice enough and no one was giving her any judgmental looks so she assumed they had no idea how she met Elvis or what she did. After getting acquainted with one another they headed out where a driver in Elvis’ caddy was waiting for them and they all got in excitedly. Rebecca was quiet for most of the ride smiling and nodding at their conversations as they were being driven to the nearest boutique. Then suddenly Sonny’s wife Judy turned her attention to Rebecca. 

“So, how did you and Elvis meet?” she asked which now had the whole group's attention. 

Rebecca hated being put on the spot like that but now she had no choice but to speak because they were all staring. 

“Uh, he was in New York and we met on set.” she answered vaguely. 

“On set? Are you an actress?” Joan chimed in. 

Rebecca wanted this conversation over now because she hated when she had to lie about what she did because she never knew how people would react. But she was relieved Elvis didn’t say anything. 

“Um, yeah, I uh.. I do commercials..” she lied with a smile. 

“Oh, anything we may have seen?” Judy asked. 

Rebecca laughed softly, shaking her head. 

“I don’t think so.” she hummed. 

“Well, there must be something special about you because he couldn’t stop talking about you. Are you two… together?” Judy asked, curious and prying. 

“No, we’re just friends.” Rebecca answered and she could tell they were all giving her a look that said “Yeah right.” But it was the truth they were just friends and it was going to remain that way. But she could tell none of them were buying it. 

After sometime the conversation finally shifted to something else other than Elvis and Rebecca was so thankful and even more thankful when they arrived at the store. She just wanted to get a dress and get out. She didn’t know how many more questions she could take. 

She followed the women inside the cute boutique and they all scattered around looking at different things and Rebecca sifted through some of the dresses, trying to decide what Elvis would like best and rolling her eyes as she did because of how ridiculous she sounded. She finally found a dress she liked. It was a red slip dress with a plunging neckline and she fell in love with it and quickly took it off the rack to go try it on in the dressing room. Once she had gotten undressed she slipped the little dress on that hugged every inch of her curves and she filled it out well as the plunging neckline left little to the imagination when it came to her breasts and showed just enough of her thighs. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled happily at how good she looked in it. This was the one. Elvis wanted her to look good and she certainly would be turning heads in this dress. After giving herself another look in the mirror she took the dress off and got dressed and grabbed her new dress, not even having to look for heels because she had the perfect heels for this dress. As the other women were still looking Rebecca went to check out and the owner telling her Elvis made sure everything would be paid for. She didn’t like that and being so stubborn she refused and decided to pay for own dress anyway. She didn’t want his money or for him to buy things for her. She didn’t feel right about it no matter how rich he may have been. After paying she decided to wait out in the car for the other women and lighting her first cigarette of the day as she stared out the window just taking it all in as she sat in silence. 

Later That Day - 5:00PM

By the time they got back to the hotel Rebecca was completely exhausted, she thought they were just going to one store but they had gone to multiple. Some of the women didn’t find anything and then they stopped for lunch and took Rebecca for a little sightseeing. Which she appreciated. Before she headed back up to the suite she thanked them all for a fun day and she couldn’t have walked quicker to the elevator feeling relieved to finally be back and alone from all the gossip and cattiness. Once she got back into the suite she noticed Elvis was still out and she was glad so she could start getting her outfit together. She headed into her room and grabbed her bags, searching for the heels she pictured for this dress and successfully finding them. They were gold platform heels that complimented the pretty shade of red her dress had been. She set her heels down and laid the dress out on the bed. It was nearing 5:30 pm now and she decided to get a headstart on getting ready. She took a long hot shower and washed her hair and once she was finished she wrapped herself up in a towel, wiping the condensation from the mirror and brushing her teeth, doing her skincare routine and blowing drying her hair and curling it before she got started on her makeup. She wasn’t one for heavy makeup so much like her everyday look she kept it simple and just added some blush and mascara and a darker shade of lipstick. She walked back out into the bedroom still in her towel and checked the time and an hour had already passed. Shit.

She unraveled her towel and let it drop to the floor and she opted out of wearing panties with this dress since she already wasn’t wearing a bra and she slowly slipped the dress on and walked over to the mirror with a smile. She really did fill the dress out well that she’d probably have more than just Elvis’ attention tonight. She walked over to sit down and slip on her platform heels and then took a look at herself again and much like she guessed the heels were perfect. She did a few last touches adding earrings and a necklace and she began to feel anxious to see this show. She didn’t know what to expect. Just as she was fixing her hair one last time she heard a knock at the door and quickly headed out to answer it and seeing it was his friend Jerry. He did a double take as he looked her up and down. But knowing how Elvis was about his girls he didn’t say too much about her appearance. But she could tell he liked it. 

“Hey, Elvis wanted me to bring you backstage before the show starts.” Jerry said. 

“Oh okay, uh, let me get my purse.” she said nervously as she hurried back to grab her little clutch purse that matched her dress and returned to the front door where Jerry was waiting and the two of them headed out and she locked the door behind her and they headed down to the showroom where Jerry led her backstage. She looked around seeing how many people were already crowding into the showroom she never saw anything like before. Jerry kept her close as they made it through the screaming crowd and backstage where Elvis and some of the guys were along with some friends Elvis wanted to introduce Rebecca to. When they got to the room she could hear Elvis laughing with a few other people and then as she approached he became dead silent when he saw her and he nearly hopped out of his seat and wolf whistled at her. 

“Well, I’ll be damned.. Honey, you sure fill out that dress! Let us get a look at ya.” he grinned as he took her hand and made her spin around for all the guys who were now staring at her tight fitting dress. She shook her head and let him have his moment showing her off like he loved to do. “Ain’t she pretty? Boy, I tell ya, I know how to pick ‘em.” he laughed. Rebecca shot him a look and rolled her eyes. 

“Are you all done gawking at me now?” she said sharply. 

She made them all laugh and especially Elvis who slipped his arm around her and whisked her away to another corner of the room and grabbed a hold of her hands and stepped back so he could get another look at her. “You’ll be the prettiest baby in the room tonight.” he grinned. She smiled and just laughed as he couldn’t stop staring at her. 

“Now hold on, let me get a look at you.” she said with a smirk as she stepped back from him and gawked at him in the same way. But there was no denying that he looked good. In fact, even better than when he left earlier this afternoon. He had changed and was dressed in one of his famous jumpsuits; a navy blue two piece jumpsuit with blue armadillo and scallops on the shoulders. His hair was perfectly styled in place and his lashes dark with mascara. Now she was the one who couldn’t stop staring. He was a vision. “You look pretty good yourself.” she teased. 

He smiled and soothed out his suit with a grin. “Thank you, baby.” he beamed. Now with the show closer to starting and the fans almost in their seats Elvis quickly introduced Rebecca to some of his friends she hadn’t met yet. One of those friends being his good friend Tom Jones. As he introduced her to everyone he kept a strong hold around her waist keeping her close to him the entire time and showing her off like she was some prized trophy. After some time he had to get ready to get onto the stage, but not before taking Rebecca to the side. “Jerry’s gonna take you to your seat. I made sure you got the best seat in the house just so I can see you. This is gonna be a great show. I can feel it because you’re here.” he smiled. 

Rebecca smiled at his words and ran her hands over the fabric of his suit fixing it a bit. “Well, I can’t wait to see it and see you in action. I’m sure it’ll be great.” she hummed as she leaned up to kiss his cheek which made him smile more before the two parted ways. The anticipation to see him perform had been building and she didn’t know what to expect from it. As she got to her seat Jerry sat beside her with his girlfriend. Elvis wasn’t kidding when he said he made sure she had a good seat. She was front and center it felt like with the perfect view of the entire stage. She took a deep breath, smiling widely as the lights grew dim and the beginning of See See Rider began to play and the crowd went wild as he strutted out onto the stage. She was amazed at how crazy the crowd was already acting and he hadn’t even started singing yet. But once he did everyone lost their minds. 

That powerful voice of his rangout and his body was wiggling and moving all about and the sweat was already pouring from his face. Rebecca sat there in awe of him watching him up on that stage singing old songs and new songs and just listening to how incredible his voice was and how he had the ability to move the audience. His stage presence alone had her impressed. She had never seen anything like it. He was like a god up on that stage and she was completely mesmerized by him that she couldn’t keep her eyes off him. She could feel things within her building as she watched him. She was nearly sitting at the edge of her seat. She was truly speechless. She watched as the women nearly worshiped and kissed the ground he walked on as they fought to get to the stage just to get a touch of him or a scarf and kiss. Which he had no qualms of giving out like candy.  It was the greatest thing she had seen in her life. It was a rush. 

There was no time in between the first show and the midnight show for her to go back and talk to him and she was so excited to congratulate him on a great show. But she had no problems sitting through another that was just as great as the first even if she could tell he had been a little tired by the time the midnight show happened. As the late night was finally coming to an end and the show to a close the crowd was roaring with excitement and the women shouting his name. Jerry quickly got up and escorted the small group and herself out and backstage to Elvis who was dripping in sweat and his perfectly brushed hair was a mess and he had a towel draped around him to catch the sweat. He was so amped up that his leg was still shaking like a leaf. Rebecca stood there just staring at him talking to his friends and feeling herself getting hot as she couldn’t stop staring at him and he smiled when he caught a glimpse of her and waved her over. She cleared her throat and tried to get herself together now, smiling happily as she approached him and before she could say a word Elvis was already speaking at a mile a minute. 

“What did you think of the show, baby? Did you like it?” he beamed as he wiped the sweat from his face. 

“I loved it, Elvis! It was amazing. It was truly an experience to watch you up there. I’m impressed.” she teased, smiling. 

“Thank you, baby. That means a lot.” he smiled and kissed her cheek. 

She smiled and let out a soft yawn. It had been such a long day and she still wasn’t adjusted to the time difference. Elvis noticed her yawning. “Did you wanna go up to the room?” he asked. 

“If that’s okay? I’m a bit tired after all the fun today.” she giggled. 

“Of course, honey. I’ll have Jerry take you up.” he said. 

“That’s not necessary, I know where the room is.” she said. 

“I insist.” Elvis replied as he gestured for Jerry to come over and asked him to walk Rebecca up to the suite for him and he was happy to do so.

“I’ve told you, I’m a big girl.” she huffed. 

“Don’t I know it, baby.” he smirked, looking her up and down and giving her dress another look. 

She shook her head at him and playfully hit him before she went off with Jerry who kindly walked her back to the suite. 

“Elvis should be up soon.” he said with a smile before he left her. 

She exhaled sharply and let out another yawn as she slipped off her heels that were now hurting her feet and she went to her room to get showered and get into more comfortable clothes. Sporting her usual bedtime look a pair of panties and a t-shirt and she threw her hair up into a bun. She couldn’t get over Elvis’ performance and she was a little mad that she never gave Elvis a chance when her mom would try to get her to like him. But she just never knew just how talented he was; she just assumed he did terrible movies and sang about a hound dog. He never failed to surprise her and now she was thinking back about the plane ride there and the song he showed her. Now all she wanted to hear was that song again. She smiled to herself and grabbed one of the books he had given to her to read; his favorite, The Impersonal Life. She took the book and sat down on the couch as she waited for him. 

Not too long after she had come upstairs he had followed suit 30 minutes later and he walked into the room with that towel still around him and a smile on his face when he saw Rebecca on the couch reading his favorite book. She looked up and smiled widely at him. 

“I thought you’d be asleep by now, darlin’. he hummed. 

“I wanted to wait for you. I figured we’d catch another episode of The Carol Burnett Show.” she smiled.

A warm smile formed on his tired face and he nodded. “I’d like that. Let me get showered first and then I’m all yours.” he replied. 

She smiled and nodded watching him go to his room and sat back against the couch and continued to read her book until he was ready. About 15 minutes had gone by and he was showered and dressed in his pajamas and he stood in the doorway of his room. 

“Ready when you are, honey. I’ve got the pillow barrier set up so they’ll be no funny business.” he teased, laughing. 

“Better not be.” she laughed as she stood up and set the book down on the coffee table and headed into his bedroom where they both climbed into his bed sitting the same as they did last night and she climbed beneath the blankets and the television already on the same channel as before and the two of them watching television and sharing small glances at each other. Elvis grabbed the remote and turned the volume down and Rebecca furrowed her brow and glanced over at him wondering what he was doing. 

“Can I ask you a question, baby?” Elvis said softly. 

“Yeah, sure. Shoot.” she answered. 

“What did you think of the show?” he asked. 

She raised an eyebrow at him. “You already asked me that question, Elvis.” she laughed. 

“Yeah, I know. You gave me the answer I wanted to hear because everyone was around. I want your honest opinion of what you thought of the show. Please?” he asked. 

She chewed at the inside of her cheek and took a deep breath. She loved the show, there was no doubt about it. But there were some things she personally wasn’t all that into. She wanted to be honest with him but didn’t want him to be upset. But she knew that her being honest with him is what he loved the most about their friendship. She bit at her bottom lip and nodded. 

“Well.. Like I said earlier, I loved it. I really did, Elvis. I never knew what a stage presence you had. I knew your voice was incredible when you played that song for me. But actually hearing it in person like that.. wow. I was blown away, truly. You are an amazing singer, performer and I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. You have the potential to do so much more with your voice and your talents. Why don’t you write your own songs? You put so much emotion into singing other people’s songs, I can only imagine how you would sound singing something of your own.” she said. 

He smiled and reached over to place his hand on top of hers and gave it a few gentle pats. “Thank you. I really appreciate you saying that. I mean it.. It means a lot coming from you. I don’t know.. I’ve tried to write songs, but it's not for me. I just want to sing.” he shrugged. 

She nodded and took his hand into hers and held it. 

“I’d love to read those songs you tried to write. I bet they’re amazing.” she smiled. 

He shook his head and intertwined their fingers together. “I-I don’t know about that. But I’m sure I’ve got them scribbled down somewhere..” he hummed. 

“Well, I hope you think about maybe finishing those songs you tried to write. You’re so talented I wouldn’t be surprised if that was just a hidden talent of yours you just haven’t discovered yet.” she smiled. 

“Maybe. We’ll see.. Who knows.” he smiled and squeezed her hand in his as he stared at her. “You know I’m not the only one with talent in this room. You’ve got more potential than what you give yourself credit for, honey. You could be doin’ more. I still want to help you do that, y’know.” he spoke softly. 

She smiled warmly at him and neither one of them even noticed that they had slowly moved closer to one another and that the pillow in between them was almost nonexistent now. 

“I appreciate that, Elvis. But don’t worry about me. Whatever happens will happen. You’ve got your own career to focus on.” she hummed. 

“Stop.. I’ve been at this for nearly 20 years.. Yours is just beginning, honey. You are special. You’re beautiful, funny, kind, well.. Sometimes.” he laughed. “And you are wasting all that beauty and talent on porn when you could be up on the screen and becoming the next Jane Fonda or Ann-Maragret.” he said. 

She laughed. 

“Don’t be silly, Elvis.. Now you’re just trying to be nice.” she said, looking away from him and letting out a sigh. He reached over, his thumb placed beneath her chin to make her look at him. She stared up at him with those big green eyes of hers, staring into his soft blue eyes that stared right into her soul. Now they were closer than ever as their bodies practically brushed against each other. 

“I’m not. I mean it.. You’ll be a star. You’ll see.” he whispered. 

“You’re sweet for believing in me the way that you do..” she mumbled. 

“You believe in me.” he whispered as their eyes were completely locked on another and their faces slowly inching closer and their breathing hitched that the sound of the television was muffled by the sounds of each breath they took before their lips were hovering over one another. She felt her heart racing that it felt like it was going to beat out of her chest and then suddenly that anxious feeling washed away when their lips crashed together in a deep passionate kiss. Elvis grabbed the pillow that was in between them and tossed it to the side, slipping his arms around her small waist and nearly pulling her into his lap. She let out a soft whimper as they continued to kiss deeply, their bodies rubbing against each other and his hands squeezing and groping her thighs as he lifted himself up and flipped them around so he was on top of her. Rebecca slipped her around his broad shoulders and her thighs wrapped around his waist. The weight of him on top of her only made her body desire him more. As much as her brain was telling her to stop this her body just wasn’t responding the same way. Her body wanted him. Yearned for him and had for quite some time. But her mind always fought so well against those feelings.

Elvis let out a soft groan against her lips as they began to trail down her neck and he left small kisses against it and his hands slipping beneath her t-shirt and squeezing her breasts which caused a gasp to escape her parted lips as her head tilted back against the pillows and soft sounds leaving her lips before he kissed her deeply once again. Now she felt his hands wander down to her panties, his fingers caressing the soft fabric of them and just as he was going to slip them off that’s when she snapped herself back into reality and started thinking like herself again and how she didn’t want this to happen. She placed her hands against his chest and tried to push him away and she pulled back from their kiss. But he didn’t get the hint until she yelled.

“S-Stop.. Stop!” she said shakily, pushing him off. “I-I don’t want to do this.. I..” she stuttered frantically. 

Elvis quickly sat up as she continued to push him away, he furrowed his brow in confusion. “W-What’s the matter? I’m sorry.. I thought.. What’s wrong?” he asked. 

She sat up in the bed and fixed her clothes and shook her head. “I don’t want this. We.. We’re friends. This isn’t supposed to happen.” she answered. 

“Friends? Rebecca, baby, I know you feel something for me.. I felt it when you kissed me.. Would ya stop calling us friends! We aren’t friends!” he said, annoyed. 

He couldn’t understand her. Why did she have to make this so hard? He knew she felt something for him. He was sure of it.. He could feel it. The way she smiled and flirted with him, the way she looked at him and held his hand. It didn’t feel like a friendship to him. He was in love. He wished she had been awake when he confessed it. 

She scoffed and climbed out of his bed and Elvis grabbed a hold of her hand. “Where are you going? Stay. ‘M sorry. We’ll just watch tv.. I’ll put the pillow back. I didn’t mean to upset you.” he said as his voice grew softer. She snatched her hand away from him and shook her head.

“It’s late. I’m tired. I think it’s best if I go to my room now..” she mumbled as she walked over to the door. 

Elvis sighed, looking up at her. “Fine.. It’s been a long day for both of us.” he muttered. 

She nodded as she opened his bedroom door and before she walked out she turned to look at him again and he was still looking at her, those blue eyes now a pool of sadness as they shared a longing look with each other. Saying so much more with their eyes in those small moments. Now she thought back on what happened on the plane and what she heard and so badly hoping that it wasn’t true just so this wouldn’t be real. “Well.. Goodnight, Rebecca.” Elvis mumbled. 

“Goodnight, Elvis..” she replied before she left his room and shut the door behind her. As she stood on the opposite side of the door she let out a long and shaky exhale and she could feel her heart racing again and as she stood there trying to calm her nerves, she knew in that very moment that any ounce of a friendship they had was completely doomed when they shared that kiss. The truth is she did feel something for him and it was having to come to the realization of those feelings she had been trying to suppress and pretend didn’t exist that scared her. But what scared her the most was being in love..

Being in love with Elvis scared her even more.

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[teethflavoured]

You know when you’re hit with a wave of extreme love for a character, so your heart goes ARGHEHDHFFJEJE and then you immediately need to find the UnArghifier so your heart rate can slow down and you can process all the good feelings? Kinda like the happy version of a panic attack?

That’s what your art does for me, it disarms the passion grenade. Calms me down and makes me giddy at the same time. It helps me digest my Spyke-nation-appreciation in a tangible way. Actually whenever I see it, your art immediately lights UP the passion grenade, but since it’s also the outlet, I get all the happy without the “argh I have no outlet arghargh.” Instead I’m like ah it’s ok… I can calmly obsess now… teeth understands… teeth lives in happyhappy sea urchin land like I do

this is the highest compliment I can give, thank you

(if you draw Spyke with Annie on his shoulders/picking her up/doing Tol vs Smol stuff I will cry)

this ask sent me into the family guy death pose and i mean it in the best way possible. hearing someone i don't know say they feel this way about my work is,,, very surreal! it makes me so happy it ways i cannot fully articulate! im going to be honest, i haven't got such positive reception and praise for my work in so many years, im so honored to have my work make you feel that way, its like...its very nice to know that people like what i do because I've always assumed my interests are just so weird and niche that when i do art involving my interests like with fashion, biology, liminal spaces, horror, etc, people scoff in my direction, but so far people love it. which is so fucking awesome man. it makes me want to cry

but yeah, thank you! heres the sillies as you requested! i wanted to do a little comic that involved him picking her up :)

[bananamarshmallowz]

Where else would I rant?

This is my rant/review for Baby Reindeer. I binged it all today. (It's currently like 1 and I'm running on dr. pepper and skittles. I didn't edit this, don't came at me lmao)

It goes without saying that spoilers, SA (sexual abuse), stalking, and more are mentioned in the series and here as well.

Viewer discretion is advised.

Being based off a true story and being dark, I had to see what I was missing. It's autobiographical and that's part of why I think it's so well done. I definitely recommend watching some interviews afterwards. This one is the first I saw. And this was the second. It's all so surreal.

This is hands down, one of the best shows of all time. 

First off, it's not here to exploit money or more seasons out of anyone, unlike endless series today.  It's to share their stories. Yup, I said their stories. If it were all about him, it wouldn't show other people, would it? Second, it's a series that took ten years of his life to put together. He's a brilliant guy and one quote that's stuck with me, "I think my fear of making disingenuous art is greater than people judging me."

I've read some of the one-star reviews, and full offense; It's gone over heads. Some people go so far as to say he deserved it...  I don't have a response for them other than, did you watch the same show I did?

There are countless people who have been groomed and raped and abused by their partners and strangers alike. And some people still say "they deserved it." They revolt me.

He didn't make it for him to be the victim. He made it to be honest. (This is where some of the rant comes in) Think of it like this: you find comfort and solace in this person. They help you in your dream job, dream everything, they're a dream. They give you all you want and more, who are you to say no. You want to pay them back in anyway you can, but it isn't questioned until abuse or something similar happens. That's the only way you can pay them back, you hate yourself and your very skin and you want to clean every inch of you but you can't scrub that deep. So you keep going back to them because they give you comfort and everything you want. Until, in most cases, you've been broken. That's what being groomed is.

Bullshit to all the one star reviewers, "Gross I hated the fourth episode" That's the fucking point you single-celled-organism. You're not supposed to like it. It's supposed to be gross and filthy because it is. Grooming and raping another being is disgusting and abhorrent. It's not supposed to be enjoyable. It's supposed to show how nauseated and how confused he felt.

It deals with hard-to-talk-about topics and carries you through them like a rollercoaster. Because that's what SA is. It just happens and you can't control it. How it portrayed a bunch of feelings and things that don't get talked about enough is phenomenal. It's dark in the way that life is. Aggressive and passive, his feelings of struggling to cope with being a victim of rape, grooming, and stalking. It all crumples together. He never said it out loud until that moment on stage.

The acting, the script, and the filming are amazing! 

I will be honest, the first episode started so slowly, and I was wondering if that was going to be the whole series; I've seen a few that have been exactly that. It was a bit cringey and bite the lip embarrassing, but it was an honest to god hook.

I got hooked on the second episode. And things started falling into place; the story and how it was done were amazing. 

Third episode, you understand just how out of hand it could get and the weight of it.

Until episode 4. It takes us through before he was being stalked and I was not at all prepared for this episode. There is a warning on it, not on any other episodes and that stood out to me, when it's dark and only one episode has a warning on it, it's going to be DARK.

He is mentally struggling with all of it sitting in his head. He can't even describe it to others until he breaks down and it all spills out. We don't get to see any of the past yet until it is all revealed at the end.

That's why it's so beautiful in filming. It shows hardships and things people can't talk about.

It's beyond words for me; it was gorgeous. 

It all felt so real and that we were truly there with him. We were the audience, listening to his story, it took my breath away a few times.

After his breakdown, he goes and gets his dream gigs and people actually want to listen to his stuff.

Then when everything feels just right, he gets a call from his stalker, "how fucking dare you" "you're a fucking pig" a bunch of other insults and we sit in how scary it is, after months(?) of not being stalked to everything in under hours is overwhelming. She says something that really strikes him and he can't stand the thought of her going to his parents and telling them his deepest secrets.

He then goes and sits down with his parents, and he needs to tell them before anyone else does. The way Gadd portrays the feelings and raw emotion. Holy shit.

"-I didn't want you to think of me as less of me. you know, as a man-" "I just feel less of one, having let something like that happen to me."

"But you didn't let it happen. You weren't to blame."

His father's expression is still and his voice soft, "Would you see me as less of one?"

Made me sob violently.

The conflicting feelings it ended on describes life perfectly. We're all fucked up.

This is art. And Richard Gadd is a genius.

[the-golden-comet]

Oh good gravy, you guys 😳💖💖💖

This is honestly incredible. And a little surreal. I’m fucking starstruck. 🫢✨

How can I ever repay your kindness? More stories? You got it. You want me to read yours? Already done (for real). More art? More music? HOW can I possibly return this much love??? I am so overwhelmed with joy I can just about SCREAM 💖💖💖✨

(but I’m in a meeting so I’ll have to contain my excitement for now)

How—what? HUH????

I-I just hit 3k on The Wingman not but a month ago. And Peter Hart hit 1k just a couple weeks prior. The growth and support has been outstanding. I’m trembling with joy and gratitude. Honestly, I really can’t thank you all enough. ✨🌈✨

Seriously, you are all the BEST and I love and appreciate each and every one of you dearly. This amount of love and support you have shown, and continue to show, is beyond anything I could have ever dreamed of. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. Thank you. 💫

[schismusic]

Æon Flux and the end of all things

I don't remember the first time I heard of Æon Flux but I sure as hell remember the first time I watched it, and it wasn't too long ago which would technically not warrant the level of obsession I have for that shit, but here we are anyway.

I was knocked the fuck out on painkillers, two of my wisdom teeth freshly removed, not even remotely worried about the exam that I had coming up in like two days from then. So I was barely moving away from my swivel chair and sleeping on a whole ass armored pillow to prevent from tossing and turning and shit felt so surreal to me. It was like the eating chair from the last Cronenberg movie. So I delved into Æon Flux essentially blind and bingewatched the shit out of it. Twice. Ended up downloading the whole thing from some sketchy ass 1080p remastered torrent, rewatched it again, and spread it around personally in a more cauterized Google Drive folder (so if you guys got a nasty ass virtual STD from it, my bad I guess), not even a month after watching the series. Shit was fucked, in short, and every rewatch just fueled this obsession even further.

(image taken from Episode 1, Season 1)

One thing about me: when I obsess over stuff I want to draw something at the very least inspired by it. Happens to me a lot with Autechre, who are actually one of maybe three bands I would not hesitate to call my favourite based on an absolutely objective principle which is absolutely not up for discussion and which might be the object of a future post at this point. But the point is fucking Æon Flux is essentially impossible to replicate because Peter Chung's character designs are so recognizable that you start seeing them in literally every other movie that came out in the late '90s/early 2000s - and for reference, Æon Flux was brought to an end in 1995. Consequently, all attempts at drawing Æon Flux-inspired stuff end up either feeling very derivative or looking like fucking trash. Artistry is a weird thing because sometimes it inspires other people, other times it just inspires man-slaughtering rage.

Somewhat many of my friends are or have at one point tried to be accomplished visual artists. Some have made it to professional/teaching level, some others have an art school diploma or degree - and I'll be using this space to shout out @coto-letta aka V., who has recently rejoined Tumblr after years of absence. We met on here, when her handle was much different, and I mistook her for an ex of mine (whom, surprisingly, we are still on relatively good - if quiet - terms with) so I slid into her DMs as you do, and she was like "yeah actually I have no clue who the fuck you are I just think your blog is neat and dropped a follow" which was quite a fundamental moment in understanding that while my life was written like a dodgy soap-opera, that didn't mean I was the centre of the entire world. Anyway, the reason I'm shouting her out is because sometimes something deeper and older than you remember has a way of finding you again when you least expect it and that's what happened when in January 2023 (after V. had left Tumblr for at that point about two years and we had exchanged Instagram accounts) I somehow ended up on her Insta and found out she had been tagged in a picture taken somewhere that looked suspiciously like my university's conference hall and I could not fucking believe she was in my city. I slid into her DMs again, as you do, and found out that no, that wasn't my uni's aula magna, but yes, she was in fact relocating in my city for her master's. So we met up after maybe seven years of on-and-off Internet friendship. It's a neat story, sure, but how the fuck do we tie it into Æon Flux?

(image taken from Episode 3, Season 2: Leisure)

Not trying to be overly dramatic here, but Æon Flux to me is just about a condensation of everything that "art" can mean. Not just visual flare or style, not just deep meaning or interesting ways of putting across one or more questions and never a definitive answer to any of them (more often than not, it's sets of possible answers - usually two, neither of which ends up covering the whole array of possibilities, both of which actually leave a lot to be desired in a number of different ways), not just this insane fucking music that toys with everything you expect from animation courtesy of Drew Neumann who may just rank as one of the best soundtrack artists ever in virtue of this single work. It's the whole package. You would think it'd work taken in pieces, and it does, no objection to that: but it works even better as a whole package. If the moral questioning (and the philosophical musings of season 3, which is unjustly underrated because "it's too normal" by hipster wannabe critic dilettantes who like to think that they could do better than that. Everybody else on the other hand is generally able to stop pull their head out their own ass and recognize, at the very least, the excellent craftsmanship and talent that went into the ten long episodes) wasn't accompanied by the weird fetishistic sex it'd be somewhat less impactful, almost like a cauterized Tenshi no tamago made into a series for mainstream late-night TV audiences. The twist was that MTV's executives, at the time, "didn't understand [the double entendres], they didn't even notice them. So, we were okay", in producer Japhet Asher's own words in the short documentary Investigation: The History of Æon Flux. The network was, in fact, trying to break into the mainstream - they simply couldn't keep their creatives at bay. No wonder they turned to Jersey Shore as they went along.

(image taken from Episode 5, Season 3: The Demiurge)

Even just the main characters' purported edginess, clearly something "of its time", is never played entirely straight. Both leads are way too complex, and very clearly presented as such, to be just summed up by "Æon Flux is an anarchist/Trevor Goodchild is a dictator". Both of which are true, by the way, they're just one part of a full picture. Even within the context of its necessary linearity - this is still an animated short and as such moves only in one direction, even though a number of episodes (specifically Mirror and Chronophasia) deliberately fuck with the viewer's perception of times on varying degrees of diegesis and extradiegesis - the series could be perceived as, indeed, a sandbox: consequently, the viewer could set sail and explore it. This is further encouraged by the series's active weirdness to whoever would want to try and make sense of the world's story. There is no history, there is just the story at hand: an eternal present which you can't understand ("un eterno presente che capire non sai": Ferretti knew his shit, regardless of how it went after CCCP) and which Æon and Trevor are not interested in even trying to contextualize. Not a surprise then that they'd be into each other: their closeness in body and heart doesn't exist at the mind's level, and the whole thing falls apart miserably every time it looks like they could be finally let their weapons down. But as Æon completely understands, and as Trevor seems to actively try to ignore, the fight is already the whole point: star-cross'd as they may be, the entire act of playfully hunting each other for sport both in the bedroom and on the battlefield is what Trevor Goodchild and Æon Flux thrive on. Trevor wants stability but an Æon who doesn't fight back is simply not Æon; Æon does not want the stability, but she definitely likes Trevor to an extent and finds more in common with him that she would probably be willing to admit (I would like to thank Tumblr user @brw on thons very good analysis of the episode A Last Time for Everything, which heavily inspired this section of the post!). In short: if Trevor seems to embody Pier Paolo Pasolini's idea that "there is nothing more anarchistic than power" ("non c'è nulla di più anarchico del potere") then Æon flips the statement on its head: "there is nothing more powerful than anarchism". That is, of course, until we once again confront my signature ad-hoc elephant in the room that this statement just summoned.

(Image taken from Episode 1, Season 1)

No spoilers intended, but if you so much as google the name of the series you will easily find out that Æon Flux dies a whole lot throughout the series*. Season 1 and all the shorts from season 2 end with her dying ungrateful deaths and a couple of the long episodes leave much to be desired in the way of positive closure, with Ether Drift Theory representing a peak in bleakness for season 3. Most of the shorts where Æon dies imply that either absolutely nothing changes in the world around when she's lost or that Trevor Goodchild literally just succeeds in all of his goals (see Season 1's finale), and one could make a case that even if she did carry her missions through there would be absolutely nothing to show for it: somebody goes up the chain of power, everything is restored, there is one more tyrant to murder. Not to be that one guy who quotes Nietzsche about everything, but the eternal recurrence of the same is the first thing that comes to mind when watching Æon Flux, especially exemplified and even literalized by the episode War, possibly the best of the short ones: it's the same fucking story four times over a five-minute run time and nothing ever gets better for anyone. The body count in the episode is unquantifiably large - every one of the fallen a potential new Æon Flux or Trevor Goodchild. But this, in a way, implies that Æon keeps being reborn, and one could argue that the act of capturing a fly with her venus-fly-trap eye could simply be her coming back to life, as it were; stopping the most evident sign of decay, turning her eyes outward yet again, to face the eternal return of the same again and again and again…

(Image taken from Episode 8, Season 3: Ether Drift Theory)

You can find Æon Flux for free on the Internet Archive.

*as I was discussing the final draft of this post with my friend @oldshittydog we had a pretty interesting discussion which I thought should be added here for an even clearer, fuller picture:

[loppiopio]

i've been sitting on this post for a few days now and it's literally just, me making assumptions about kudos i've noticed on fics lately (particularly aci since i've been checking that fic every week for book club these past few months) and this'll make me seem more insane than i already come off but by this point. how much lower can i go?

just going from top to down as of today.

[ShibaLee] i know you from your art on here!! tumblr user shibaleeart i'm happy to see more people in potentially enjoying the stories this fandom has to offer :>

[reiscm] shizuchansmilk?? what are youuu doing here? i didn't know you read shizaya fic tbh and i was surprised to see you here suddenly, relatively recently too. does that mean you just started the fic then?? after at least a year of being in the fandom right? maybe this wasn't from your first time reading it (same) but at the very least it shows you visited it not too long ago… i may be delusional in thinking i could be a contributing factor there because, why now? it's not like i'm the only aci advocate out there but i've probably been the most vocal about it around this time soo… well whatever it is, hope you had fun with it! i'm so curious what drrr comedian shizuchansmilk thinks about hit fanfiction a cheap imitation 👁️

i'm also recognising some of the other names around here like [anonymooose] and [durarasaiki] even though i haven't the faintest idea who they might be. i've just been seeing them lately across different shizaya fics which probably means these are the people doing their shizaya fic dive around this time. i have nothing more to add there i just, think it's cool noticing the same names across fics like yeah, we all feasting on the shizaya tag rn.

[ya_boi_twink] it took me a second to recall where i'd recognised your name from and then it hit me. i knoooow you! tumblr user yaboitwink in my notifs… i appreciate you, and i'm glad you liked the things i made for it c:

[bun_o_ween] oh i know you're here because of mr crapo. i hope you guys had fun with it! i wanna take the chance to also admit that like. the moment i found out you were that sebastian writer i experienced the wildest sense of deja vu. because. i had seen your name on ao3 before. but when i checked your fics there was no way i'd read a fic from you?? so then i realised i must have recognised you... through other kudos on other fics??? dude. i must sound crazy, i have no way of proving this because i actually don't remember what fics these were i just vaguely remember it was either bsd or tgcf? that i was looking at fics for, trying to find something to sate my hunger at the time. and i just remember, noticing your name across like a few of these fics in a row and thinking "heh someone else has been going down the same rabbit hole" AND NOW I SEE YOU AND CRAPO OF SHIZAYA FANDOM HITTING IT OFF it was surreal. like. my awareness of you had zero to do with black butler, i could not have predicted that you would have been the random ao3 user i'd seen apparently enjoying some of the same fics i was not too long ago. wow.

there are like two separate flamingo related names around here [niceflamingo] and [flamingoo] which doesn't mean anything but for some reason they are standing out enough for me to want to mention them. i feel like i've seen ao3 user flamingoo in the kudos of some other fic before but idk.

[Luzki] omg hey!! twitter artist vi_138_ woah hiii funny seeing you here :0 especially like. not so long ago? since i'd imagined you would've been aware of the fandom for a while since you seem more invested in the alts than shizuo and izaya in particular? well it was cool seeing that you'd read this one, i hope ya had fun!

[frogsarefriends] right under that is artist hallucxnating >:O i know they've read the fic already but it was cool to actually recognise their kudo down here, especially since it's like. not recognisable just from the name alone, but you've shared links to this ao3 as your writing so now i know it's you. my impression is that you came into the fandom through slavhew since, i'd connected the dots at some point that you two were friends which. made a lot of sense since i noticed you both started being active around here at the same time lol. but hey!! welcome to the club :D

[7FlyingPancakes7] this is one of the ones i'd noticed earlier on during book club, i distinctly remember checking a chapter while walking home one night (because i do that i guess) then BAM what the hell?? i just see tumblr user mari-lair's ao3 appear down there, totally out of nowhere for me. for context this was a writer from the tpn fandom i recognise from like 4 years ago? idk it's been a while, i didn't talk to them much but they were active in the fandom at the time so i'm familiar with their name. i haven't been keeping up with them but last i'd seen they seemed to be into tbhk with no indication as far as i was aware that they'd shown any interest in shizaya. nothing wrong with that it was just unexpected, so i was just like woah!! how did you get here? i am so curious how they may have come across this fic, was it some rec from a friend? how familiar are they with shizaya? how invested were they in the story and characters? enough to go down more of shizaya's greatest hits? anyways, that was just a fun little small world moment for me.

[psych0tastic] hey isn't this…. axietoh? like, the artist who used to draw shizaya like 5 years ago? what are they doing here so high up the list? 🤔 i have no clue lol i still follow them because i really like their art style but i hadn't noticed their interest in shizaya resurfacing... i suppose they just haven't been too active on these socials in general. anyways their name stood out to me and i was like, wait….. well it's a shocker seeing their name so high up here, were they reading this fic for the first time there or were they revisiting it and happened to have not kudo'd it until then? well anyways, it's nice to see they've revisted the fic within the last two years at least :0 that's cool to me.

[MiyukiWynter] dude i was feeling crazy just now trying to figure out where i'd recognised this name from because i'd swwooooorn i'd seen it from somewhere like as someone on twitter?? i think i was mixing them up in my mind with unrelated (as far as i'm aware) twitter user miiyankhr but turns out they're someone who's fics i've seen in the tags before. i haven't read them myself but apparently they just posted a new one two days ago so that's crazy.

[Dodomka] heyyy it's dodo from twitter, hellooo 👋 they've been the biggest supporter for my deep in the sauce fic tweets and for that i appreciate them very much :3 didn't expect to see them here tbh i wasn't aware of when they'd first read the fic but as i was expanding the list a few times to write up this post i noticed their name here and just thought that was neat. shout-out to them!

[mochi010] there's a user named mochi that has shown up in my twitter notifs somewhat regularly and they have nothing on their account so i have zero clue what they might be like outside from that they've been liking my shizuo and izaya retweets. their handle isn't even mochi so i have very little reason to believe this could be them but idk, maybe? no conclusion has been made here. well i already spent time writing and cleaning up the paragraph, guess i'm leaving it in.

shout-out to [ouiouipussay] and [ramenflavorpacketsnorter420] just for having some names that stand out lol. i don't recognise you from anywhere but, i guess now i will if i ever come across those names again.

[Stupidusernamepolicy] i struggled to find you amidst all these names for the writing of this post 💀 had to ctrl+f that shit. but i remember seeing your name here while i was going through the list some days before and being like "oh hey!! it's slavhew :)" but okay there's actually a tangent i've been wanting to go on from here.

outside of aci i've actually been noticing you and hallucxnating double duo'ing under some fics together, like after the story era which i'd reread after hallu reminded me of its existence in a reply, and also sacramental which i had reread because of your reply, lol. i find this quite funny, just like. this visual representation of you two reading and recommending fics with each other. then you talk about it on twitter and more people like me are visiting this fic too. chain reaction of sharing stories :)

ALSO [anonymooose] and [durarasaiki] spotted down here in some of these kudos too!! that's craazy. wow. i tell you guys i'm recognising these names i'm not just crazy 😭

[NotElectricT] this took me a second to dig up again since it's quite buried down that list at this point but the plan i'd had in mind for this post was to end on this one since i saw them kudo it right in front of me (through the vc stream) and i didn't think this post would get as long as it did but... well i already wrote it 😬 but yeah, this is my good friend note! check out this art they made for, still one of their favourite chapters, sharks fly. it's sandwiched in between some squid game au they made for a gift exchange for me..... it's a long story i don't wanna talk about it (embarrassing......)

but what i do wanna talk about!! is how note (referred to as "patient zero" regarding aci book club by the only other patient lol) just decided to read this fic completely of their own volition?? i didn't tell them to do that and for sure didn't expect them of all people to try reading it, ever (they're not really a fic reader) but they just did that, two years ago. and that was like, insane to me at the time because it's seriously so out of their depth guys they don't do enemies to lovers.... they still don't lol. but i was insane about this fic back then with no one to really be insane about it to so i just yelled about it to these friends out of context and i guess???? that was convincing enough to get this one to start the longest fic they'd ever read 💀

i had much fun having someone experience the fic i'd been insane over..... like i'm smiling about it rn thinking about the time i did a live reading of the chainsaw man (as i like to call him) chapter which was so fun i kinda forgot i had a hamilton musical i was supposed to watch that evening... that was awkward. and other chats we exchanged regarding the fic (they were reading chapters whenever they felt like it which i enjoyed because i like pacing these things out) but for some reason (i think things just happened around the time that disrupted the momentum) they never made it past chapter 26 😔 which was tragic to me but oh well....

well i'm am even more insane about this fic now because of this convoluted chain of events that gradually built and cascaded me towards whatever the fuck i'm doing now!! god. i've never made so much, anything, like ever. until now. because both note and rosa (who has not kudo'd this fic as far as i'm aware lol) made the decision beyond my expectations to commit to, a book club. which i organised. and i've been having a lot of fun! so much fun, there's all this wild "marketing" stuff i've been churning out in record fucking time by my standards. i've never felt so creatively fulfilled dude, never finished a thing in my life until these past few months. so that's awesome, and it's in large part because of note having committed to this fic again. so that's some of the story behind that one kudo haha.

and now we're at chapter 49, we're supposed to be talking about it tomorrow, which is today by now since it's 1 am but uhhhhhhh writing is so hard. i was supposed to just be cleaning up this draft i'd written like 5 days ago? i am now very hungry. there's actually more i'd drafted up from here just from more names i recognised as i kept expanding the kudo list that day buuuut i'm fuckeeeen cutting this off right here. i need to stop. the end.

[mrchaosman]

Arachae: Hello, and welcome to Doc-U-munch: Flying cabin, what do you need?.

(Buy).

Arachae: See what you helpful.

(When you buyed).

Ohh, thanks, I'll find an use for this one.

(If your inventory is filed).

Arachae: Sorry but your have a space limit.

(If you didn't have enough money).

Arachae: Like I'm gonna sale it for free.

No Way.

(Talk).

Arachae: Well, I guess I'm open for a little chat.

(About Yourself).

Arachae: my apologies, I forgot to introduce myself, young ones.

My name is Arachae, Creepa's head butler.

When we are in our space time, we use this room as a humble and niceful little cabin.

If you want anything, just say it, you are KingsnQueens here.

(The castle's status).

Arachae: Well, everything is kicking.

U lead a strong guys to sculpturing an entire mountain for our King Creepa.

Write poems, novels and stories of his greatness.

Which is actually turned out to be a "Creeper".

To destroy millions of his cubed-made statues in a "championship" for absolutely no reason.

To bring hundreds of Box is filled with more cube-made statuies whose also been smashed.

The answer is.....

Pretty hella great.

(Katlyss)

Arachae: Katlyss?, I don't think I have heard anyone with that name...

Oh, wait, you don't mean that weird....

Ohhh, a SPECIFIC Lady went here and demanded to be the "Head of Butlerish"

I'm sorry but that person is....not here anymore.

And got beaten up by the henchmen as a result of....... throwing alot of moths around.

Please, Don't you ever mention her again.

We still cleaning up the mess she did.

(Katlyss after defeating her).

Arachae: You really beats her.

Thanks a lot.

After she stole for her "Last Attackish".

The Rox Cleaners and Rox himself told me that he saw her running in the hallway.

And she say: Yo All reallyish must be Kingish Creepa, rightish?.

May be your head Butlerish?.

Well, enough about her.

Do you want some baked cookies.

(Your look).

Arachae: Oh, my look, the heart-shaped head and the weird looking body is kinda surreal but cool, isn't it.

And to show sense of respect here, I can mimic any element from a nearby Indigner.

I used to do that to with my friend......

Well, I guess that's all I can say about that.

(The basement).

Arachae: Basement?, what basement??, I don't remember we have a one here.

Just don't worry about it.

(The basement safe).

Arachae: So that's where that sound.

...

This place is both a system of archive and purgatory for the creative mind of a outsigner.

So many individual ideas, encased within concept art theoretical theme.... but what If that's as far as one is to go?, to have themselves and their legacies stuck in one place? For now and forever?, or what if the opposite happens?, and you remain stuck reinventing, remaking and rehashing the same sprites and sounds?.

I actually know someone like that, after reconsidering my statement... and the smell of the western pests still lingers outside these doors. It's why Creepa never let us leave our quarters. Wouldn't want the wooden boy... although, I've interacted with him multiple occasions (and I would say that he's nice) one might even say we're friends.

(Exit).

Arachae: Please come back soon, take care of yourselves.

(In the Castle Town).

Arachae: Hello there, Young ones, I have found this little cafe, and I decided to make it up, so after this long and tiring adventure, please relax and enjoy yourselves.

Hey @imaginary-regret-608, I have made it, sorry if it took alot of time, but here it is.

Hope you like it.

Arachae replaces Swatch.

Katlyss replaces Rouxls Kaard

[extrashortshorts]

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