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aoifeanamadan · 4 years ago

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After School Special

Fandom: Minecraft YouTube rpf (mcyt)

Word count: 4386

Relationship: DreamNotFound (DreamxGeorgeNotFound)

Summary:

The sky is blue, the sun is hot and Dream hates George.

Everyone knew Dream hated him, really hated him, all smug and sarcastic and closed off. Where Dream was friendly, loud and outgoing, George was quiet and pretentious. It was like he thought he was above everyone else.

Needless to say, neither of them were over the moon when they found out they had to spend two months working together in weekend detention.

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Chapter Two: Montague versus Capulet

Change is hard. It’s a universal truth. But for Dream, change was foreign. It just didn’t happen. He did the same thing every day. Get up, sunrise, shower, breakfast, get in Sapnap’s truck. The days were all the same, they pushed into each other.

It was as if his life was made up of concrete blocks, one for every day. He was stacking them, and the more weight he added, the less space between the blocks. They were pressed so closely together, the weight of a lifetime keeping them tight, there was no room for opportunities to worm themselves in.

That wasn’t to say it was bad. He liked his life. It was fine. He had friends, hobbies, he did great in school. He was captain of the state champion soccer team. Girls liked him. It was all perfectly fine.

His new weekend arrangements threw a spanner into his routine. Instead of watching Netflix from his couch in his pyjamas, he was sitting at the breakfast table across from his dad. His father’s attempted conversation was a sorry replacement for Netflix’s D-List cartoons.

His dad was him lecturing about something, but it was as if Dream had cotton in his ears. His father’s throwaway words about consequence and responsibility were muted. He was saying something about the image Dream had to project as soccer captain when a ding came from Dream’s phone. It was Sapnap.

Sapnap

(9:37 am) hey im outside lets go

Once Dream read the text he was on his feet, toast in his mouth and jacket in his hand, rushing muffled goodbyes to his father. He heard the vague well wishes as he left.

Sapnap was a good friend, but one of his best traits was knowing when to be the enemy. The second Dream got in the car, he was complaining. About his dad, George, these stupid weekend classes. His lamenting was cut short. Before he could fully develop any of his woes, Sapnap was interrupting.

“Dream shut up,” he whined. It caught Dream off guard, stopping him in the middle of his first anti-George rant of the day. He looked at Sapnap, wounded. Sapnap just rolled his eyes. Dream gave up on the hurt puppy charade. He had only been on the first part of the speech, George’s entitlement. He didn’t even get to parts two, three or four (George’s pretentiousness, George’s fakeness and George’s sense of superiority, respectively). Each part was ten minutes long.

“Dude?” He didn’t like the distant hurt that he could hear in his voice. Sapnap softened.

“Sorry, it’s just like, this is your fault Dream.” This was not how Dream had expected the drive to hell to go. “You started the fight, and it’s not like George wants to do this either.” He knew Sapnap might have been right, but Dream soured at the thought of Sapnap and George’s friendship. Them discussing how Dream had ruined his weekend plans for the next two months, George trying to steal his best friend.

He pushed down the feeling of betrayal, it wasn’t fair to Sapnap. He could reserve that feeling exclusively for George.

“Yeah, maybe.” Dream hummed, noncommittal. He glanced out the window, the school was in sight. It was towering over him, looming and gothic. Dream was suddenly overcome, every part of him was saying don’t go in. He pushed the thoughts down and refocused on Sapnap.

“You might even enjoy it, George is really funny!” Dream could tell he was trying to spin this into a positive, but the thought of having to spend two hours a week with George for two months made him feel hopeless. He imagined it, the hours he’d have to listen to George try to boss him around, trying to make him feel stupid. George would try to one-up him every chance he got, that was just who he was. He could never just let Dream win.

Before Dream could reply, the car was parked. He looked at Sapnap, who didn’t seem quite as sombre as Dream did. To Dream, it felt like a solemn occasion. To Sapnap, it felt like dropping his friend off while he was on his way to do the weekly food shop.

“I don’t want to go in.”

Sapnap, ever sensitive, just laughed. He shoved Dream’s shoulders towards the door in a gentle but firm attempt to get him out of the car.

“Go on Dream, I have to get shit for dinner.”

Dream was walking and into the school before he had the chance to talk himself out of it. He wasn’t worried about the work. How hard could it be to recite some Shakespeare, or whatever it was they did in weekend English. He was worried about who he’d have to work with. He didn’t know anyone taking the class other than George.

When he entered the classroom, he was sure he was in the wrong room. At first, he thought there was no one in there. That was before he noticed the woman in the corner, facing the walls. Dream felt like he was interrupting something. He knocked on the door, which was already open. It was more of a polite way to say ‘Excuse me miss, you’re not possessed, right?’. She whipped around at the sound of Dream’s knuckled on the heavy wood. He was fairly sure she was not possessed.

As she stepped quickly towards him, he noticed her jumper. Plastered across the front there was the face of a multi-coloured pug. Her hair was wild around her, swamping her face, and her glasses made her eyes look like orbs too big for her face.

“Hello dear, sit down please, sit down. Welcome! You must be George?”

Dream rushed to correct her, rather than be mistaken for George of all people, but she had already moved on.

“I am Ms Dahlman, so so happy to have you here in English. What an opportunity! God, you’re so lucky. In my youth, we didn’t have these weekend class options. God, so lucky you all are. I am just so happy to have you here!” She was talking a mile a minute. Dream felt paralysed under her gaze, waiting for her to take a breath so he could interject.

She continued for four minutes, telling him how lucky he was to have this opportunity. He didn’t have the heart to tell her it wasn’t his choice. He did however want to clear up that he was definitely not George.

Before he got his chance, there was another knock at the door. George’s voice came from the doorway, slow and soft. It was a stark contrast to Ms Dahlman.

“Sorry, I couldn’t find the room. I’ve never had weekend classes before.” George was standing, messy-haired and disinterested. Dream thought he looked arrogant. It was just like George to be late, he had no regard for other people’s time. Something shameful in Dream couldn’t wait to tell Sapnap, to prove he was ten times the friend George could be. But he wasn’t sure if good punctuality was quite enough to convince him.

“It’s fine, just come in.” Ms Dahlman sounded pained at the interruption, but she soldiered through. “You can sit down here next to George.”

George, the real George, quirked his eyebrow.

“That’s funny, my name is George too.” Dream wanted to wipe his smug smirk right off his face. Ms Dahlman however, seemed overjoyed with the development.

“Oh! Two George’s! Heavens above, who would’ve ever thought? I knew your name couldn’t be Dream, but that was all it said on the attendance form they gave me! I said to them, I said ‘Dream? Well that can’t be a real name, can it?’ but they told me it was the preferred name, so it was what I was to use. George is much more sensible.” Dream felt his cheeks burning, but he didn’t want to get aggressive. He tried to push the feelings down.

Looking at George, who seemed barely able to contain his laughter, made that a lot harder. Dream nodded at Ms Dahlman, to be polite, but she didn’t notice. She just continued speaking, something Dream was starting to note as a consistent course of action for her.

“As I was saying, the grade you get in this class will be added to your overall GPA for the subject. Normally, it’s used to bring up the average but obviously,” she gestured to the empty class “people just don’t care about English the way they used to.”

Only then did it strike Dream, him and George were the only two taking the class. Unless someone was running 8 minutes late for the first class, no one else was coming. Dream wanted to sink into his chair and never get up again.

Before he could figure out how to melt himself down, Ms Dahlman was explaining their first assignment.

“Now, for the first two months boys you will be writing a speech!” She paused, for dramatic effect. It didn’t work. Dream and George were looking at her with the same badly disguised disinterest. She continued, consistent as ever. “Now I heard about your, how to put this, communicational issues .” She grimaced at the mention of Dream and George’s earlier conflict. “So!” She punctuated herself with a short clap. “The speech will be titled ‘What my partner has taught me.’ It’s going to be a great opportunity for you two to learn how to cooperate!”

Dream did not want the opportunity to cooperate with George. He was stuck up, rude, inconsiderate. He acted as if he was better than everyone else, scoffing and looking down at them. Dream had plenty of friends, he didn’t want or need George.

Ms Dahlman, unsurprisingly, was not finished speaking. And so she continued, taking Dream out of his pessimistic thoughts.

“Now, I can see no reason to keep you here.” Dream and George looked at each other instinctually, then up at her smiling face, waiting for an explanation. “I’ll be giving you sheets that I’ll need to be signed by your parents to prove every week that you’re putting the time in together, as well as a guide to writing the speech. But, really boys, I can’t imagine why you would have to stay in the school.”

Ms Dahlman seemed to be about fifty, possibly older. Dream had no idea how she had navigated the world so far. It seemed she never even paused her monologues to breathe.

She gave the sheets to both Dream and George, and then she just left. She walked out the door and into her car without a glance back. The boys were left stunned in her wake.

Dream looked at George. George looked at Dream. Neither said anything, neither knew what to say.

Before Dream could start the inevitable conversation, George had taken out his phone. Self-obsessed as ever. Dream commented, emboldened by his evident social superiority,

“Well, that’s a bit rude-” Before he could finish, George had interrupted.

“Can you drive?” George hadn’t even spared him a glance. So rude . Dream couldn’t say he was surprised. Dream rolled his eyes. George didn’t seem to notice.

“No. What does that have to do with anything?” Dream didn’t try to stop the animosity from seeping into his voice. George didn’t seem to notice.

“Well I can’t drive either, I got the bus here. And we can’t just stay in here, it smells bad.” Dream didn’t want to admit it, but George was right. It did smell bad.

Dream started to speak. At the same time, George looked up from his phone. They both spoke at the same time, the same idea.

“I’m texting Sapnap.”

“Maybe Sapnap can-”

Dream laughed nervously. George didn’t laugh back. Sapnap was collecting them within ten minutes, a bag of shopping in the back.

Before long, they were sitting together on Sapnap’s couch, alone. Sapnap had left the room to make some food for them. Dream would’ve been happy to sit in silence until Sapnap came back with the snacks, but George wasn’t on the same wavelength.

“So, um, how are you?” George’s voice trailed off as he spoke. It felt like he wanted to be there even less than Dream.

“Good. Fine.” Dream was curt. He hadn’t expected George to make conversation, and he wasn’t going to try and encourage it. George could go back to texting on his phone forever for all Dream cared.

“Good.” George was returning his energy. His friendly conversationalist charade hadn’t lasted very long. Dream tried to settle back into the silence between them.

It didn’t stay like that for long. By the time Sapnap was back, he was entering to hear George yelling.

“Seven billion people in the world and I get stuck doing this with you! Either I’m cursed or God likes playing house.” He was standing on one side of the couch, Dream on the other. Anytime Dream moved, George moved the opposite way.

“Fuck you, George!”

Sapnap just wanted to get everyone some snacks.

He made them recount the argument, word for word, starting with George tapping his fingers ‘too loud’ on the arm of the couch.

Before long, Sapnap was telling them both off. He couldn’t say he was shocked that he had to explain that George telling Dream “I can say with utmost certainty, that you are definitely, A Bitch.” was not working cooperatively.

Dream was just as bad. But he did at least look remorseful while recounting his shout of “Every time you open your mouth I want to push you over the edge of a cliff and I mean that with all my heart.”

In the end, Sapnap made them sit in silence at opposite ends of the couch. Dream tried to feel guilty, he really did, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret squabbling with George, or chasing him around the couch. He was just so awful . Someone needed to knock him down a peg. And it’s not like he couldn’t take it, he was coming back just as hard as Dream. Maybe even harder.

Dream didn’t feel guilty for fighting with George, but he did feel guilty for getting Sapnap tangled up in the middle of it all. Dream could tell he hated the tension he and George had created.

Dream glanced towards George, checking to see if he looked as guilty as Dream felt, only to be met with George’s eyes staring at him. Weirdo. George nodded his head towards Sapnap, then between him and Dream. Dream didn’t want to admit it, but he understood.

George was saying ‘Look what we did.’ He was saying ‘Come on, we’ve to fix this.’

As much as it hurt him, Dream knew George was right. He looked up at him. George was mouthing something. Dream looked at his lips.

He was saying ‘Fuck you.’

Dream couldn’t hold in his laugh, isolated and muffled. Luckily, it was covered up by George’s exaggerated apology.

“Dream, I’m sorry for annoying you on purpose, and then for saying mean things to you.” Dream nearly had to physically restrain himself from jumping up and down, yelling ‘I told you so!’ He had known George was annoying him on purpose. Instead, he announced his apology as a reply.

“That’s okay George. I am sorry for chasing you around the couch and also for saying mean things to you.” He stopped himself from adding the ‘I am also sorry that you are a little bitch.’ He was too mature.

Instead of a relieved laugh, Sapnap’s brow furrowed. Dream could almost hear his mind moving at a mile a minute. George must have noticed it too. They both left it, but Sapnap wasn’t saying anything. And Dream had never considered patience his strongest virtue.

“Just say it Sapnap.” Dream and George were both looking at him expectantly.

“Huh?” Sapnap looked shocked that they had noticed his internal conflict.

“He’s right, whatever you’re thinking. Just say it. I can practically hear you thinking.” George agreed with Dream. It was a day full of firsts.

“Do you guys actually hate each other? Like, there’s no reason to. Or, do you just enjoy the feeling of having someone to hate? I don’t get it.”

Dream didn’t know what to say. They had never talked about it so openly, him and George. It was an unspoken truth, so obvious it didn’t need to be acknowledged.

Montague versus Capulet, Taylor versus Katie, Dream versus George.

George and Dream just stared at each other, frozen. Sapnap moved on before either of them answered.

“You know what, nevermind. It doesn’t even matter.”

The silence made Dream feel guilty, looking at Sapnap made him feel worse. He was holding himself with annoyance, rare but visible. Before Dream could try and apologise, George was changing the subject. If he was someone else, Dream would've been thankful. But he was not anyone else, so Dream thought it was rude.

“So, where is everyone? The house is empty.” George was right. Both of Sapnap’s parents were out, a rare occurrence. The house was quiet, and the noise was obviously missing. There was no smell of cooking, no top of the pops radio. Dream hardened at the thought of George realising there was something wrong in Sapnap’s house before he could. He wasn’t surprised, it was just like George to make sure he mentioned it before Dream got a chance.

Dream scoffed. George didn’t notice, and if he did he didn’t turn around.

“Oh,” Sapnap’s eyes widened, shocked at the observation. Dream made a mental note to pay more attention to how Sapnap was doing. “My dad, he’s- he’s out of town.” Sapnap didn’t say anything else about it. Instead, he did his best to help George and Dream.

They tried to work, they really did, but it was hard. The main task was to listen and learn from each other, but Dream would have rather died than learn anything from George, and the sentiment was clearly reciprocated. It had gotten to the point where neither of them were even saying anything, just looking at Sapnap waiting for instruction.

Sapnap, bless him, he tried his best. But one thing Dream and George could agree on was that it was easy to say no to Sapnap’s ideas.

“Why don’t you bond over your childhoods or something?” Sapnap threw out his fifth idea in ten minutes. Dream and George glanced to each other before replying.

“That’s dumb.”

“Ew, no Sapnap.”

Sapnap rolled his eyes

“Okay, fine. Whatever, you guys have fun.” He took his laptop from the coffee table and put in his headphones, ignoring Dream and George’s shouts of protest.

“No, Sapnap come on! Give us another idea!” Dream whined. Sapnap shook his head, trying to hide a smile.

“Sorry guys, but I do actually have my own work to do.”

Without Sapnap, things went off track quickly. George and Dream were sitting on opposite sides of Sapnap. George was cross-legged on the floor, messing with a piece of paper. Dream was draped across the armchair, head tilting back up to the ceiling. He was tossing up and down a soccer ball.

George and Dream were thinking out loud, having long abandoned brainstorming for their speeches. It was easy to ignore it when they had an infinite two months stretching out in front of them.

“Why did you fight so hard for it to be weekends?” Dream threw the question out into the air, hardly thinking about George’s reply.

“Well, I have shit to do after school.” Dream could not imagine a single thing that George might have to do after school. “Plus, I knew you have soccer training after school. I figured the team couldn’t function without their captain.” George said it sarcastically, but he couldn’t mask the truth in the statement. George knew when Dream had soccer, even if it was probably just because of Sapnap. And he had accommodated him when negotiating their punishment.

George had done something nice for Dream, without even telling him. He had just done it, quiet and personal.

Dream didn’t know how to digest this new information.

He was so preoccupied with the idea of George being in any way considerate, he didn’t notice him picking up a new sheet of paper, tearing off a corner and rolling it up into a ball. Before Dream could glance in his direction, the paper ball had hit him on the nose.

“Hey!” Dream’s head snapped towards George. He had the audacity to smile.

“Oops,” George deadpanned. Dream was whining for Sapnap within the second.

“It wasn’t an accident! It wasn’t and you know it! Sapnap, Sapnap! Tell him!” Sapnap just rolled his eyes. Dream glared at George.

“Try that again. Try it, I dare you.” Dream tried his best to sound tough. He was big, he was intimidating. He was the captain of the state champion soccer team. George couldn’t do shit to him.

George threw another piece of paper.

“Sapnap! He did that on purpose!” Dream whined. He didn’t realise how similar to an eight-year-old he sounded until the words had already left his mouth. Sapnap didn’t even look up from his laptop. He felt the blood rushing to his cheeks.

Dream picked back up his soccer ball from his chest, a plan forming. Before he could even raise his hand, George was talking.

“Throw it, throw it and see what happens to you.” Dream gaped at George, he hadn’t even been looking at him. How did he know the soccer ball was coming? Just then, George did look. His eyes shot up from the paper crane he was making to meet Dream’s.

George’s eyes pierced him, frosty and chilling. Dream didn’t think he had ever looked into someone’s eyes the way he was doing just then. He felt like he could read George’s mind. It was saying ‘ Don’t you fucking dare’. Dream put back down the soccer ball slowly. The second George looked away, he threw it.

As the hours went by, George’s mask of indifference, his icy remarks and snarky comments, they faded away. A different George was filling his place. Still snarky, still acting as if he was just a little bit better than Dream, but different. He was excitable, quicker to smile.

George wasn’t as bad as Dream thought he was. Sure, he was a little bit rude. And he was definitely pretentious. He wasn’t as arrogant as Dream had thought he would be. And, even if it pained him to say it, he was funny.

All these things combined, he wasn’t the worst person to spend time with. No one noticed that the two mandatory hours had passed. They just stayed on Sapnap’s sitting room floor together, talking. George wasn’t a bad listener.

Dream was telling the story of his awful Monday morning, the first day of senior year. He was a good storyteller, he prided himself on that. Even Sapnap had taken off his headphones to listen. He had just gotten to the part of the story where he had to sit next to Weird Sarah. The smile George had been wearing was slipping slowly as he told him the woeful tail of having to sit next to her. George interrupted for the first time in hours.

“Hey, don’t be mean.” George was looking serious, an expression he hadn’t worn in hours. Dream didn’t understand why.

“Sarah’s actually a childhood friend. She’s really nice when you get to know her.”

Dream understood why. He felt like an idiot.

“Oh, shit, shit. Sorry, I didn’t realise. Shit. I’m sorry.” He tried his best to sound sincere, a stained sort of guilt overcoming him. George’s face didn’t change.

“No, it’s okay. It’s fine. I just forgot who you were for a second there.”

Dream felt like shit. Sarah hadn’t even done anything to him. But something in his mind was whispering to him. It wasn’t his fault if George was friends with her. Maybe they were both weird. This was classic George, trying to make him feel bad no matter what he did. Dream tried to push it away, but it was there. Lying underneath his brain, polluting his thoughts.

George, the George that Dream had come to know in that evening at Sapnap’s house, was suddenly gone. He stayed another half-hour, but it wasn’t the same. They focused on the work, writing about speech structures and other things Dream couldn’t have cared less about. And then George was gone, collected from the footpath outside Sapnap’s quiet house by his mother.

Dream and Sapnap were left alone in his sitting room. Dream wanted to sink into the floor and never get up again.

“Well That wasn’t, that wasn’t as bad as I expected.” Sapnap tried his best, but he didn’t even sound convincing to himself.

“It was bad.” Dream groaned, getting down to lie on the carpeted floor.

“Well, don’t undersell it. It wasn’t all bad.” Sapnap prodded him gently in the side with his foot. Dream squirmed.

“It was all bad.” Mixed with the embarrassment, there was a bitter kind of regret. Dream had ruined something good, something new. Before he could sink too far down his hole of sorrow, Sapnap was there.

“You should text him, to like apologise or something.” Sapnap had stood up to clean the sitting room, bring their plates into the kitchen. The conversation was over. Dream heaved himself off the floor, despite the weight of his self-pity.

“Yeah, okay. Okay. Yeah.”

It was later that night when Dream got the chance to text George. It was easier to send difficult texts from the safety of his blanket.

Dream

(10:14 pm) hey, its dream. Im sorry for talking shit about sarah.

(10:15 pm) It was mean and wasnt fair i feel really bad about it

Dream hadn’t realised just how much he actually wanted George’s forgiveness until he saw the three dots next to George’s name.

Gogy<3

(10:16 pm) its cool. dont do it again though it was a dick move

Dream

(10:16 pm) yeah i know :(

Gogy<3

(10:17 pm) also for future reference i never read texts. Message me on sc if you need me its georgenotfound

At 10:18 pm, George got a notification.

Dreamwastaken has added you as a friend.

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ducktracy · 5 years ago

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178. i wanna be a sailor (1937)

release date: september 25th, 1937

series: merrie melodies

director: tex avery

starring: robert winkler (peter parrot), elvia allman (mother parrot), mel blanc (duck), berneice hansell (patrick parrot, patricia parrot), billy bletcher (father parrot)

though porky was established as a star by this point, his stardom was a lonely one indeed. gabby goat had come and gone as a failed experiment, petunia only had a handful of shorts left, and daffy wouldn’t be established as a sidekick until a year or two later. aside from the pig himself, warner bros. didn’t have a vast repertoire of characters to boast. but that didn’t stop them anyway.

perhaps “boast” is a bit too hyperbolic, but there’s a rather fascinating trend in the late ‘30’s of warner bros. advertising characters who ranged from minuscule to down right obscure. porky, petunia, gabby, and the early prototype of daffy are all reasonable characters to tote, but it got to the point where one-off characters such as petunia’s dog fluffnums, “sammy sparrow”, and peter parrot where toted around as well. this marks the debut of peter parrot who, despite only starring in this short, found his way onto ice cream packaging, publicity sheets, and even wall hangers.

so, what’s all the hubbub with this little parrot? the short, an unofficial sequel to i love to singa, chronicles peter’s wishes to follow in his footsteps and become a sailor, despite his mother’s pleas against him. peter sets off for shore anyhow, but quickly realizes that it isn’t a captain‘s life for him.

the short begins with mama parrot (voiced by the great elvia allman) teaching her children how to talk. specifically, how to cite the ever-appropriate “polly want a cracker.” berneice hansell voices the first two siblings, patrick and patricia, who both fumble over the sentence in cute, giggly, slow voices. avery loved to put hansell’s squeaky voice to use, specifically to test our patience to see how annoying and how long he could drag it out. both children manage to spit out the magic words, much to the approval of mama. the underscore of “we’re working our way through college” is a nice touch--one of my favorites!

in the averyverse, it’s common knowledge that the third attempt at a gag results in a mix-up, and here is no exception. mama drills our star, peter, (named patrick on his various mediums of advertisement) but to no avail. instead, he resists, robert winkler (who was one of the voices for scrappy over at the columbia studio) providing his vocals as he grovels “i don’t wanna cracker, see? i wanna be a sailor like me pop, see?”

pan over to reveal a framed portrait of dear old dad, clad in a sailor suit, bulging popeye arms and all. mama does not agree, and is quick to launch into a rant. “huh. like your pop! why, that sea-bearin’ homewrecker, that high-seas hitchhiker... a fine father he’s been, the sea-goin’ sob!” her rant segues into a flashback sequence, animated by the great irv spence. the layout and background of the newly-weds’ new abode in the canary islands is very pretty indeed, great contrast with the blues and the yellows of the moon/light from inside.

elvia allman’s deliveries are great as always--she doesn’t get nearly the same amount of buzz as the other female stars of warner bros. such as berneice hansell, sara berner, bea benaderet, and of course june foray. the fond trip down memory lane includes warm memories of the new mother feeding her infants, the atmosphere warm... and then we pan over to the father, allman’s narration now acidic and vitriolic as she hurls insults in conjunction with the animation--the “rum-soaked old seagull” is surrounded by a wall of empty bottles, pouring himself a hearty dosage of shots.

irv spence’s animation of the father’s lumbering, drunken exit out of the house is great--i especially love the extra details such as the swirls and stars. just as allman mentions the father’s venture to hawaii (on account that he could never stay in one place), we get a moment of avery genius as pa shoves his face back in the door to interrupt the narration (voiced by billy bletcher): “no, ma, it was catalina!” allman’s bite that was so harsh earlier is completely absent as she corrects herself. “oh... oh, yes. set sail for catalina.”

another great avery gag that would be reused in the smash hit red hot riding hood, another avery piece: ma fondly remembers how she would “burn a little light in the window.” cue a giant spotlight beaming out the window, sweeping the entire island.

mama parrot tearfully ends her lecture, asking her son “now you don’t wanna be a sailor, do you?” wonderful comedic timing as a tearful, mournful peter wipes his eyes. after a few seconds of sniveling, he responds with a warbled “...yes!”

“WHAAAAT!?” so taken aback by her son’s reaction, mama parrot faints, literally hanging by her toes from the bird cage as she dangles unconscious. thus provides the perfect escape for peter, who opts to take matters into his own hands. cue the similarities to i love to singa: estranged bird children leave their over-protective parents in order to pursue their dreams.

there’s a wonderfully smooth transition between multi-plane pans here: close-up to peter haughtily stalking off, footsteps tinkering to the beat. the surroundings of his household melt away to reveal a pan of the outside, the momentum never halting, no breaks in the walk-cycle, just perfectly timed. VERY impressive! i’m always a fan of the multi-plane pans to begin with, but this in particular is very well executed. in the midst of peter’s angsty stewing, he bumps right into a spare barrel. suddenly, an idea hatches, and he lifts the barrel (cartoon physics!) as we fade out.

fade back in to another multi-plane pan, this time of a pond. i love the lush, painterly look of the backgrounds in the late ‘30′s and early ‘40′s--daffy duck and egghead in particular has some divine color styling. this pan reminds me quite a bit of the backgrounds in that one, as we’ll explore relatively soon (8 more to go!)

peter has successfully crafted a makeshift ship out of his barrel, the perfect size for such a pint-sized parrot. cue the introduction of the archetypal annoying blabbermouth--warner bros. loved their blabbermouth characters. dizzy duck, a blabbermouth facsimile to a certain disney-owned duck, would be porky’s sidekick for a whopping two cartoons. friz freleng would play around with the trope in his little blabbermouse, and even chuck jones would refine his sweet, mellow character sniffles into a bonafide chatterbox.

here, it’s a little yellow duck (who looks awfully similar to daffy’s next appearance in daffy duck and egghead), barraging peter with a number of questions. peter is quick to shut the duck up, closing his beak as he snarls “well, see, i’m buildin’ a boat, see!” his explanation, reused from egghead rides again, is “because, because, because... today, i am a man!”, a take of the same line used in bar mitzvahs. while there may be a disconnect between the catchphrase and audiences today, one can at least appreciate the vocal talents ingrained in the line--specifically, the squeaky, prepubescent “i am a man!” provided by mel blanc here. little duck is eager to tag along. peter agrees, but not before clamping a spare clothespin down on the duckling’s beak to shut him up.

cue the song sequence, which is more talk-song-y than anything. irv spence provides some nice animation as the two climb onto deck, peter shoving a mop into the curious duckling’s grip (”all aboard! c’mon, by heck! your job will be to scrub the deck!”) while the song continues, peter peels a skull and crossbones off of a spare poison bottle (how safe!), using it as a flag. the up shot of the flag being raised is nice and dynamic, even if the timing is a little bloated.

the ship has set sail. after glowing at his makeshift sail (a pair of long underwear), peter directly addresses the audience, a nice reminder that tex avery is directing the short. “this picture’s kinda like mutiny on the county, [actually titled mutiny on the bounty] dont’cha think?” he pauses for a few beats before turning back to the audience, now with a glower: "or dont’cha?”

to assert his dominance and strong masculinity, peter pulls out a stick of licorice from his pocket, tearing off a bite as a makeshift glob of tobacco. the animation of him chewing (and thusly spitting) the tobacco has a nice sense of weight to it--the push and pull is strong. he hocks it up over the side of the ship, and, like all spitting gags, the piece of “tobacco” traverses through the bottom of the water and lands perfectly in a submerged spittoon.

self-satisfied, peter now opts to scale the crow’s nest, using his beak and feet to guide him along the way (woodblocks doing a nice job of synchronizing animation and music). suddenly, he does a take to something offscreen. a storm’s a-brewin’, as indicated by the lightning that literally spells out “BAM!” as it streaks past. experimenting with typography is always refreshing to see in the shorts, especially when the words themselves form works of art.

just as quick as he was to leave the family, peter drops his tough-guy demeanor, panicking and running around his ducky first-mate, who’s still dutifully swabbing the poop deck. peter snaps the clothespin off of the duck’s mouth, ordering him to do something. cue rambling duck: “what for? i like the rain. i like the water.” as he rambles on, borderline incomprehensibly, avery strikes again to remind us of what he’s capable as the duck interjects to the audience (in an adult voice), “ain’t i the talkingest little guy?” even better is that he wastes no time launching back into his hyperactive rant about swimming in the water and splashing around.

to make matters worse, the button flap of the long underwear sail unbuttons, rendering the sail useless. the combination of the rain, music (william tell’s “the storm”, of course), and sound effects all blend together nicely. the “ocean” currents, now forming ferocious waves, look hilariously cartoonish and not at all believable, but what’s the fun if the waves were drawn with precise accuracy?

peter wrestles with the ship’s wheel, which is out of control. his efforts are futile—he ends up twirling around the wheel. elsewhere, we get another gag that would be reused time and time again: a bucket of paint spilling and pouring back into itself due to the rocking of the ship. the timing holds on just longer than it needs to for it to warrant any laughs, though i’m sure it was much more amusing to an audience in 1937 than now, especially if you’ve seen the gag over and over again like i have.

speaking of reused gags: the blabbermouth duck is just reveling in the rain, not at all bothered by the catastrophic events unfolding. this gag is taken from one of tex’s last cartoons from his previous job, making the walter lantz oswald cartoons at universal. more specifically, his 1933 picture five and dime (about the 1:33 mark.) nevertheless, back to warner bros., the little motif of “september in the rain” adds another layer to aid in appreciating the gag.

in an attempt to haul an anchor, peter’s plan fails: instead, half of the ship is yanked off with the anchor, sending the ship down. the little duck is beside himself, willfully diving into the current to soak up those sweet white caps. peter does not share his ecstasy, nor his courage. instead, he cries for help, crying for his mother... which, miraculously, she hears. seems he wasn’t that far off from shore after all! the extra touch of peter lowering his voice to bellow “calling all cars, calling all cars!” (also used in i love to singa) is a great little humoristic touch.

despite her previous harshness, a mother’s love prevails, and mama parrot takes off after her son. cue another great joke, one that’d probably be even more uproarious during a time when the song was popular: mama dashes through the rain, reassuring her son “I’M COMIN’! I’M COMIN’!” and, in an instant, she drops her panic to sing a few lines of "old black joe” to the audience. wonderful timing--tex’s fourth wall breaks in this one are definitely satisfying.

peter continues to cry for help, even in the tune of “shave and a haircut” at one point, much to the disgust and contempt of the duck, who goes as far as to give him a black eye. clearly, he doesn’t think highly of his captain. maybe this is more like mutiny on the bounty than we thought!

and, with that, the duck easily tosses peter ashore, snarling “ya big sissy!” before frolicking in the rain once more. while some of the ship scenes dragged in momentum, tex does create a strong suspension of disbelief: remember, they were in a pond, not a treacherous ocean!

mama reunites with her baby boy, swaddling him and cooing all the way. “now... you don’t want to be a sailor, do you?” if you believe we’re about to learn some sort of moral, remember what you’re watching here. peter sniffles, wiping his eyes, giving a few sobs before answering in a direct parallel to the beginning, “...yeeeeees!”

it’s two iris out gags in a row for tex. like the beginning, mama shrieks another “WHAAAAAT!?” and passes out from the shock, iris closing in on her. just then, the iris widens back up as mama pulls herself up to face the audience. she heaves a sigh, her tone surprisingly gentle as she asks “now what would you do with a child like that?” iris out for good.

thus puts an end to tex’s 1937 dry spell. tex was no stranger to the vices of burnout (been there!), and i suspect he may have suffered a bit of burnout throughout mid-1937, or, at the very least, have been at a crossroads in terms of where to go and who to please. he had some great momentum going—porky’s duck hunt would, of course, become monumental in animation significance, birthing daffy and a whole genre of characters with it (and you could argue it’s why we have bugs, too). and, despite the nastiness of the short (which is inexcusable), viewing the technicalities, uncle tom’s bungalow was rife with energy and wit as well. but, for awhile after, tex floundered: shorts like a sunbonnet blue completely lack the avery wit and charm. egghead rides again was enjoyable, porky’s garden tolerable, but none carried the momentum that these shorts once had. thankfully, this dry spell comes to an end after this short.

so, moving on: this is a short i’m neutral on. it still lacks the fervor and conviction of previous tex entries, but it isn’t dismal. it has some bits of greatness that could constitute a watch: elvia allman does a wonderful job as the mother—the “burning a light in the window” gag with the giant spotlight was great, as were the various fourth wall breaks. those in itself constitute a watch, but other than that, this short remains largely unremarkable, at least to me. some of the scenes drag in pacing, but that’s an easy verdict to make when you constantly compare to the speed of forthcoming avery cartoons (especially at mgm), where you miss an entire gag if you blink.

ultimately, i think you could go either way. watch it if you’re more devoted to animation like i am, or at least snoop around for some of the high points. however, you won’t be missing too much if you skip it for now. thankfully, better cartoons are ahead!

link! (pardon the title, it’s fake, but the print is good enough quality.)

#lt #looney tunes #i wanna be a sailor #reviews #long post #avery

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ana0072 · 5 years ago

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I DARE EVERYONE TO RANT ABOUT THEIR

@bootyful-seventeen @bruhwheresthekpop @quitehopeful @the-likesofus @aliensrenn @eternal-carat @fyeahsoonhoon @freshbling @jinjinmyworld @junvenescence @joshoooji @jjoshuas @luvhannie @loonalovelace @lilithpooped @my-woozi-happiness @minghowdareu-blog @seventeens-diamond @uwillneverknowwho @wonwuism @yeahmacs

JOURNEY WITH KPOP, I'LL START

My history with kpop started when I was like, 8 and it was, (as of any other 8 year old during that time) because of Exo. But alas, we did not have the luxury of technology and a hand phone back then so I never really got to memorize what they look like, let alone their names. I "liked" them because of my cousin and you know how kids are with people they admire, I wanted my cousin to like me so bad.

Then I didn't see my cousin for a while and generally forgot about Exo because of my short attention span. Then years later, as BTS rose in popularity. I had the displeasure of witnessing a more than unfriendly banter on socials between two different fandoms and I realized how toxic some fandoms are, swore off of kpop. I actually despised it for a while because I hated being a basic bitch that thirsted over some korean guys.

Now I really hate how I was back then.

Then, the day it happened. The year? 2018. My sister introduced me to Seventeen. I reacted negatively to them at first of course, cause I claimed myself an anti towards the general clusterfuck of the kpop industry. But shit the first song she made me listen to just had to be Clap. And the moment my eyes landed on these 13 boys I instantly felt something tug at my heart because 'holy shit how are these guys so pretty?'

I then worked at memorizing their names.

I struggled at first. Obviously.( I couldn't memorize my classmates names and I see them on a daily basis, how the hell am I supposed to know the names of 13 people I've never met before in my life?) The solution was served to me on a silver platter when one day, I stumbled across a seventeen being crackheads video. It was perfect. With these videos, I got to understand these 13 boys better not from an idol perspective, but from a 'they are still humans' one.

For a good few months, I only liked Seventeen. I became a little crazed over them but it was still not crazy enough that I fell in love with them in a romantic sense or anything, I still had a brain mind you. Of course I knew nothing was ever going to happen and I was never going to meet them, least of all marry them. What am I? A sasaeng?

But, it was still only them. I still was aware of the other groups out there. Mostly that one that starts with a B that everyone at my school keeps obsessing over and I frankly find them slightly overrated, but I digress. I started exploring a bit. Expanding my horizon if you will. ONEUS was the next group I found but at the time they still had just debuted and I lost interest in them fairly quickly to my disappointment. (DON'T WORRY THOUGH IM A HARDCORE TO MOON NOW OKAT HWANWOONG THE BADDEZT BITCH) Back to exploring.

Of course if you love Seventeen you would have to know of their husbands, Monsta X. I tell you IM is very good at convincing me. Got7 was next. Fell in love with BamBam. Quickly realized I had a thing for rappers and the second youngest when choosing my bias because, Vernon and Jooheon could not have been a mere coincidence.

Seventeen, MonstaX, Got7, Exo, Kard, Astro, Blackpink, Twice, Red Velvet, Mamamoo, Ateez, TXT, Ikon, Super Junior, Stray Kids. I memorized all of them just for the kicks of it. Quickly became obsessed with all of them fairly quickly too.(Btw mamamoo made me realize I was Bi which was quite an interesting journey.) I even took a liking to the solo artists, like Eric Nam, Kim Samuel, Sunmi all that jazz. Even the actual kpop bands, Onewe, Day6, The Rose, N.flying.

All this, in the span of three years. I still do stay away from the big BTS, I'm just not quite interested in them no matter how much you try to convince me. Nothing against them though, they are quiet nice, I like their music, (but in terms of their faces I onky know what RM looks like) I just really dislike the amount of toxics there are in their fandom.

This year though, I decided to take on the biggest memorizing game of my life, that is the ever growing Neo Culture Technology.

I knew they had many members, I just didn't expect it to be THAT many. I am still struggling though. With Dream mostly. Doesn't mean I don't have problems with the rest. I already have no problem with 127. U is still confusing but I manage. WayV is.....um....

ANYWAYS thats my journey with kpop. I know, this was fucking long but I enjoyed it. I am still at work, memorizing some members and am currently trying to add The Boyz into my never ending list of pretty Korean, Chinese, Japanese, American and Australian men and women. Seventeen are still my number one group though. But stanning them makes me have slightly higher standards for choreos and synchronozations. Oops.

Now, as a multi, I feed off of, (live for essentially), the idols interactions with other groups. Which seriously makes me wish some fandoms would stop fighting cause it is literally helping no one when they fight. Because at the end of the day, these idols work night and day to please us, trained endlessly to get to where they are. And some of them are strapped down by contract to some soul sucking ent. company that sometimes would refuse to give them the tools to further their careers.

By fighting, it wards off potential fans because they think, if the fandom is this bad, what kind of people are the idols? Most of the negativity though is the ones against their idols dating. To which I say, who the fuck cares? Why can't you stand the people you admire be happy? (LIKE HYUNA AND EDAWN AND HEECHUL AND MOMO ARE THE FUCKING CUTEST OKAY) Because lets face it, they aren't going to date you. They never will. That's just reality. Can't you see how miserable they are? So many idols kill themselves due to depression and pressures from fans, how sad is that?

Have you seen Super Junior? Most of them are nearing their fucking 40s and they still aren't married. Thats so fucking depressing. Atrocious doesn't even begin to tell you how I feel about fans fighting for their so called oppas dating. Its irrational. Its insane.

It's apparently my journey with kpop.

#I LITERALLY DARE EVERYONE WHO FOLLOWS ME TO TELL ME THEIR STORY #do it ya cowards #kpop #kpop game #kpopidol

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gwoongi · 6 years ago

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𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌 ✰ taehyung (8)

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗌 kim taehyung / reader genre: zombie apocalypse au words: 6106

a/n: spot the merlot murders easter egg :D

warnings: dirty sex, hyper realistic sex, body hair, impreg kink, face riding, the L word, violence, death, gore, graphic imagery, unprotected sex, its a zombie apocalypse ok its ok to be dirty

01. denver ↝ 02. holiday with me ↝ 03. sad forever ↝ 04. surely ↝ 05. scorpion ↝ 06. shakespeare ↝ 07. thrones ↝ 08. moon motel ↝ 09. zombies

Namjoon remembers the day that the news came to California, that the outbreak had gotten worse. Like most, he knew of the war; he knew of Jongun’s scheme to betray South Korea after an alliance that turned to shambles, and he was no fool to the media that went against all laws to stream illegal footage of nuclear sites in Russia, in America, in England, in countries that nobody knew were developing nuclear weapons. After the first North Korean bomb hit in America, and after Namjoon had urgently booked a flight to visit Kyungmin at UCLA, he didn’t think it could get much worse.

Like most idiots who didn’t take the urgent evacuation broadcasts seriously, Namjoon realised how dangerous it was to be in the cities when the military opened up the quarantine zone in the northern section of LA. Small explosives went off, bursting holes through the concrete walls, allowing a tide of infected zombies to surge into the streets.

Namjoon and Kyungmin had been on campus at that time, hauled up in a Lecture Hall used for business majors. It had been just them, with a couple other students who couldn’t afford to make it out in time, with the lights out and the food from the cafeteria in blankets, the whiteboard playing the news right up until the stations shut down to conserve power. The explosions rippled the Earth, shaking the entire Lecture Hall to the point where Kyungmin woke up, rubbing her eyes and searching the hall for her brother. Namjoon and another exchange student called Xell, from Japan, pushed up to the ashy windows and peered outside, seeing the chimney of smoke across the city. Xell muttered something in Japanese, calling out to another group on the front row.

“Okay, Kyungmin, time to go,” Namjoon breathlessly said, stuffing a pistol into her hand. She recoiled for a moment, a strangled noise of surprise slipping out of her mouth, “Okay, honey, you know how to use this, right?”

“Are you serious? Of course I don’t!”

Namjoon brushed it off. “Alright, it’s a semi-auto. You know what that means? Means you gotta load a round into the chamber before shooting. Face it downwards, yeah, pull back the slide, then release it.”

Kyungmin hands shook as he spoke. “Joonie, please-”

“We need to fucking get out of here as fast as we can,” Namjoon continued. Whenever Namjoon got nervous, he had a habit of swearing when it was unnecessary. Over the years, Kyungmin had just learnt to get used to it, especially since everybody in her family besides herself had the exact same habit. Maybe she was adopted, she thought briefly, before being pulled back in by Namjoon’s words. “Okay, yeah, okay? Stay close to me, do not let go of my belt, okay, honey? I know, this is scary, and I’m not making sense, but trust me, something bad is going to happen and we can’t be here when it happens. You get me?”

Kyungmin looked towards the front of the hall, “and what about the others?”

“I can’t save them all, Min.”

“But we might be able to,” she reasoned, tugging at his hand. “Please, Joonie.”

Namjoon hesitated, as if he considered it. And then, outside the window, a series of howls and growls rang through the vents and he shook his head, a look of agitation spreading across his face. “No. Kyungmin, I’m sorry, I love you, but we can’t, I gotta keep you safe, okay baby? Yeah?”

“Everybody makes tough calls, I get that, but we can save them,” Kyungmin ranted, confused and scared, emotional, empathetic. “They’re my friends, Namjoon, I can’t just leave them-”

“We are gonna die if we stay here, Kyungmin!”

Namjoon never raised his voice. In response, his sister froze, the gun halting in shivers.

“And I am not being held accountable for your death,” he continued, shaking his head with every word, his hands smoothing back her hair that was by now, greasy and thick. “Please, Kyungmin. Please.”

Namjoon doesn’t remember the entire scenario, but he remembers escaping the hall moments before the windows fell through, splintering the students left inside, and bodies with peeling skin and bloody blisters became crawling through the open spaces, their teeth rotten and sharp, fingernails like talons.

UCLA was worse; smoke engulfed the outdoor campus, with dust in the air and debris on the pavement, a bike upside down with blood and an arm poking out from underneath a fallen side of the building. The wheel moved in the wind. This had happened recently.

Taking hostage of a black Peugeot, Namjoon and Kyungmin barely escaped the embrace of death, driving crazily through the scenes of that end-of-the-world movie, where buildings collapsed and fires spread in each apartment, bodies falling like leaves from a tree to the concrete with sickening thuds and explosive red bursts. In the sky, Kyungmin could see the distinct colours of a military helicopter, the side doors open, a zombie hanging from the legs, and another being tossed out of the side and down onto the floor. It landed with a human thud straight ahead in the road, and three seconds later, pulled itself up to a standing position and stared at the front window of the stolen Peugeot.

People were running, screaming, covered in flames or blood or dirty hands and rotten mouths, crashes and bangs and explosions bursting Kyungmin’s eardrums as she flinched, watching a nearby gas station burst into ember. At this point, she didn’t know if the screams were human or not.

“What the fuck is this?” Kyungmin asked frantically, cradling her ears as blood dripped from her left eardrum. “This is seriously some sort of fucked up Train to Busan shit.”

“It’s the fucking military,” Namjoon cursed, veering to the right sharply to avoid a mother cradling a baby. He stepped on the breaks just as sharp, looking back to the mother and shouting for Kyungmin to open the back door. As she turned to do so, the mother fell with a breath of wheezy air to the floor, stains of red jumping to the window. Namjoon blinked, and hit the gas.

The military had betrayed them- they weren’t protecting them at all. No, no, no; the military were setting them up. They were letting the issue get too wild, and then they released it to the public, letting innocent people die, throwing bombs onto the cities. On the radio that seemed to still be in signal, Namjoon realised California was a hell of a lot safer than the likes of Houston, which apparently, “just saw thousands of casualties after a Napalm bomb, the same model used in Vietnam in the 60’s and 70’s.” Yeah, Namjoon was fucking lucky that he was in California, although, things seemed to be just as bad here as it would be anywhere.

It felt like a scene from the movie 2012, where the Earth opened up and underground trains fell and crashed into giant ravines pulled out of nothing, and multi storey car-parks gave way and cars drove themselves off cliffs. Only, it was much more preserved, with the same amount of panic, and with every dead person jumping back up sixteen seconds later to complete the cycle. As he drove, further towards the trees, all he could see was fire, burning everything and everyone, the wildlife jumping from the burning safety of their homes covered in flames, the baby deer running ahead as their mother rolled over, putting out the flames, following her family further into the city where Kyungmin saw, through the mirror, that the zombies avoided them.

For some reason, Namjoon thought of all this when Taehyung pulled up at a motel in a secular part of the journey-to-wherever-, located in a circle of dead trees, the moon logo no longer working. The Moon Motel, in all its glory. Namjoon hopped out of the van when it stopped rolling, feeling unusually weird. Maybe it was the memory of California. Maybe it was the fact that nothing he wanted to happen was happening. Or, maybe it was simply because he was starving, and tired, and disgustingly dirty.

“Hey, I’ve read about this place.”

Hoisting his backpack higher up over his shoulder, Taehyung moved to look at Kyungmin as she jumped out of the back of the van, drawing closer to the motel, “Yeah?”

“Mm. A journalist said that it used to be in a chain of motels, spaced across the globe,” she continued, following Taehyung towards the building with her hands in her back pockets. “Apparently, some rich fancy poly couple owned it after the previous owners died.”

“Oh. That’s sad.”

“Yeah, the article said that the poly couple, the new owners, were vampires.” She laughed gently, tossing her jaw upwards to inhale the oily smell in the air. “Imagine that.”

Taehyung was about to make a comment about how vampires weren’t real, but then he remembered that he lived in a world where dead people came back to life to eat everybody. Suddenly, the idea of vampires didn’t seem so impossible after-all.

And like everywhere else in the apocalypse, the Moon Motel had seen better days. The front door was busted, mostly covered in mossy mould and turning yellow around the handle. The interior was mostly stable, smelling stale and wet, with the golden couches and a brown suede suite that Namjoon sat down on with a hefty sigh, thankful to sit somewhere that wasn’t the van.

“I doubt there’s much here,” he said tiredly, waving in the direction of the kitchens. “I take it rooms are somewhere out back.” He yawned, “knock yourselves out…”

Kyungmin hummed quietly, finally overcoming the car sickness. “One of us should keep watch. I noticed a ladder to the roof. I’ll stay up there for a few hours ‘til one of you’s comes up to switch. That okay?”

“Yeah, sure thing,” Taehyung nodded. Before leaving for the back bedrooms, Taehyung called Kyungmin’s name and tossed her a revolver, the bullets clinking as she caught it in her hands. “Just in-case,” he added with a friendly smile, and she nodded, dipping her head to look at her feet as she hurried past the two of you. She shut the door firmly behind her. Namjoon lay, passed out, on the brown couch and Taehyung threw you a look over his shoulder, nodding in the direction of the rooms. “Sleepover?”

The bedrooms were in a satisfactory condition. Although not as chic or glam as they could have been before the world began to end, it looked expensive, with golden interior and a chandelier with no accessories, and burnt candles with wax leaking down off the shelf, like icicles. The bed, an egg shape on top of a platform that crumbled, lay untouched, the sheets still messy as if someone had only just clambered out of them.

“This is nice,” Taehyung commented off-handedly, dumping his bag by the door. “Never been to fancy places like this before.”

You shook your head, “Me neither. I could never afford to leave Denver.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asked. Despite being distracted by checking the room was secure, his tone was laced with sincerity, with interest, a genuine interest nobody had ever really shown you before. “How come?”

“Family trouble,” you replied truthfully. “Kind of a long story.”

“We’ve got time,” he assured.

“Not now,” you answered, shrugging off Taehyung’s jacket, setting it on top of the vanity with a quick inhale. The room smelt used, with the faint aroma of nicotine and a vanilla perfume, the wet smell of armpits. Taehyung shrugged in reply, not really in any position to demand a backstory.

A few moments later, after you sat down on top of surprisingly intact silk bed sheets, Taehyung poked his head out of the bathroom with a smile- “hey, the loo works in here!”

“Woah,” you replied. “Really?”

“Yeah!” Taehyung confirmed. He laughed, finding it funny that he was sharing an excitement with someone over the primitive use of a toilet. “Maybe now I can take a shit without feeling like people are watching me.”

Laughing, you watched as Taehyung stepped across the room, joining you on the egg bed. “Truthfully, how long’s it been since you actually took a shit?”

“I don’t even know,” he muttered. He moved to lay back on the sheets, his arm that had slung around your waist bringing you down to join him, like two little sardines in a tin. “This feels so good.”

You hummed in reply, curling to stuff your face in the crook of his armpit.

You lay like that for a while, feeling so utterly safe and relaxed and calm and quiet, until Taehyung wriggled on the bed and sat upright, a frown tugging on his lips.

Glancing at him, you rolled over onto your back. “Everything okay?”

He inhaled a breath. “Y/N, I was so afraid of losing you today.”

Oh. You hadn’t been expecting that, at all. Pushing yourself up onto your elbows, you stared at Taehyung with a confused expression. “Huh? Where’s this coming from?”

“It’s been on my mind for ages, and I said so in the barn that I didn’t wanna lose you, I said it in the trailer park, and I’m saying it again now- no, don’t interrupt, please, just let me get it all out.” He sighed, continuing: “Y/N, I think the world of you. I just feel so protective of you and there’s this weird thing in my head that makes me act funny whenever something revolves around you. It’s not fucking love- no, it’s not love, but, it hurts. Thinking about losing you fucking hurts my head. And, that- that thing today, the thing we saw, that’s what I’m afraid of. Not afraid of walkers coming for us, no, you’re strong, you can take them. But, God, I’m so afraid of someone hurting you, someone intelligent with a gun that doesn’t miss a target, from someone who is aware that they’re causing pain. Y/N, I don’t even know what I’m saying or why I’m saying it but I adore you so much. Sometimes, I forget there was even a time where it wasn’t just me and you. You know what? Fuck- it might be love. How long has it been? You don’t have to know someone ages to love them.”

“Taehyung, I-”

“And,” he rasped, his hands quivering. He didn’t even feel you reach to hold them, “today was so scary because I didn’t want to lose you or anybody else in the van and I need to get this off my chest because it’s killing me and every day we face a new threat and danger, and fuck, if I die tomorrow, I don’t wanna die knowing I never told you that I cared about you. God, I’m so thankful to be here with you right now. I don’t have anything else left.”

“Hey, Tae, please-”

“No matter what,” by now, Taehyung was close to tears, choking on his own words, “you keep finding something to fight for. I have nothing else to lose- you’re the only thing keeping me on this Earth right now, Y/N. You’re the only thing I have left. With you, I feel invincible. Y/N- I love you so much, you know that?” He paused, sniffing, cradling your face with his hands. Taehyung lifted it up to meet his gaze, his thumb brushing away a tear that hung down your face, “Yeah? You know that, right baby?”

He felt a nod against his hands, “Mm. I know.”

“You mean the world to me,” Taehyung whispered. He couldn’t fucking see- God, he was crying, like a little baby, choking on his own salty tears. “‘m gonna fight to get you somewhere safe, okay? I swear, baby, I’ll kill every damned biter on this Earth, just as long as you’re safe.”

Taehyung had moved significantly closer to you throughout his talking, his knees touching your own, the hotness of his breath on your cheek. He visibly jerked when you laughed quietly, your mouth against the palm of his hand. A gentle kiss, and then, “you said biter instead of walker.”

He laughed, too. “Hey, I just...I just said all of that, and that’s what you have to say?”

You joined in his laughter, the sound filling the room like a vinyl. Taehyung then bundled you in his arms, collecting you, picking you up off the sheets and onto his thighs, his nose brushing against your own. He felt his eyes go cross eyed, taking in all of your features up-close for one of the first times ever. He’d never noticed the small mole in your cupid's bow, or the little cut that over time had scarred into a fossil white, just below your left eye. Oh, how much he loved the little things, the flaws that would have once made a difference in an Instagram following, flaws that would have defined you, that do now but in a completely different way. He held in a breath, without realising, questioning how he went so long without saying something, without having a moment of realisation that you are his everything.

As a silence fell across the room, Taehyung smoothed his hands up your arms, exploring the skin, until they came to cup your head, as if it were a delicate doll that required careful handling. Like an open book, you read his face, noticing how his eyes appeared softer, a quirk in the corner of his lips bringing his mouth upwards to a smile, his eyes unusually glassy. He stroked your hair gently, his bottom lip curling upwards and then, it became apparent that he was trying not to cry.

Taehyung brought your face closer, his nose nudging against yours, his eyes closed and eyelids stuck together with tears. He opened his mouth, as if debating to speak, but stopped, opening his eyes to stare at the way you bashfully shrank in his hands. He moved closer, his lips brushing against yours, and his brows knitted together when you moved away, your fingers curling around his wrists with a childish whine that he apparently liked.

“What?” he murmured quietly. His eyes glanced upwards: “Ah, shit. Is this too much-? I can stop, we can stop, I’m sorry, ‘m sorry-”

“No, it’s just-” you began, cutting off with a tight laughter. Taehyung retracted, staring at you with an uncomfortably anxious expression.

“I,” he started, shaking his head gently, “I thought we were on the same page.”

All at once, you tightly held onto his hands with a firm shake of your head. “We are, Tae, it’s just- fuck. I’m ugly. And my skin is dirty and my hair is greasy and God knows what my legs and armpits look like right now. I look so...conventionally unattractive.” You scoffed, “Everything I hated about myself before all this started is back and I just- I don’t know how you can like me.”

As expected, Taehyung didn’t say anything for a few moments. He sat, silently, staring at your face, and you watched his eyes flit from various spaces. From your eyes, to the middle of your brows, to the dirt on your cheek, to your sunken cheekbones, to the acne scarring that had faded over time on the apple of your right cheek, the On Its Way Out pimple on your chin and the chapped skin of your lips. For a moment, you thought he might not answer at all, that he might sit up and back away, sleeping in the room next door. Or worse, he could laugh, criticise each flaw that made you feel ugly, revert back to the old norm of society where body hair was seen as illegal on women, and acne was gross and dry skin was dirty and a tiny bit of monobrow hair was unlady-like.

Taehyung’s mouth made a noise, the noise of lifting your tongue up and down, the sound of chewing a banana until it was mush. “But, baby...it’s natural.”

He laughed gently, “Everything about you is natural. D’you think I expect to find a Brazilian wax down there? Babe, we’re in the middle of a fucking zombie apocalypse. I don’t care about any of that, none of that even matters anymore. Neither of us have washed our hair in like, well, forever, you think I care about it?” Taehyung reheld your head, “You hear me, yeah? I love you.”

There was no necessary reply; with a mutter of, “I love you so much”, Taehyung didn’t think he really needed anything more.

He wasted no time in bringing your face towards his, his fingers on your chin and jaw, guiding you closer, wrapping you snug to his torso as if skin to skin wasn’t close enough. Each kiss was different, more passionate and wild and sensual and everything in between, his hands palming at your skin, pawing your lower body like an impatient kitten wanting milk.

“Have you done this before?” he muttered, his arms around you as you shakily brought your trousers down your thighs. With one arm, he held your waist and with the other, he wrapped it around to help you wriggle out of your clothes, bunching them up in his fist and tossing them away from the bed.

“Yes,” you replied in an equally soft tone, speaking through pouty lips. “Many times.”

Taehyung made a noise of approval. “Oh? This makes things more interesting.”

“It does?” you asked, shifting in his lap. He groaned quietly, his hands jumping to your middle. “You say it as if you’ve never done this before.”

He shrugged slightly. “Was a long time ago. With someone I didn’t really like that much.” A hand on his crotch. “Fuck- was a one time thing. Haven’t done it since.”

“Oh? This makes things very interesting, indeed.”

“Now you’re just mocking me.”

He smiled when you let out a giggle. “Smart boy.”

Taehyung hummed, a sort of reply, and wrapped his hands back around the back of your head, his fingers pulling you forward to meet his lips in a hard kiss. The force was sharp, splitting your lip on the inside, but the pain was pleasure.

It was clearly apparent that he knew what he was doing- his grip was experienced, and it left you breathless. Taehyung- at some point- lifted himself up to shimmy free from his jeans. The bulge in his pants did not go unnoticed, and neither did the breathless moan that left your lips when his erection sprang free, a salute like a soldier.

Taehyung hissed in a breath at the feeling of your hand wrapping around his stiffness, his eyes closing. On top, you muttered something he missed entirely, too focused on the feeling of your palm cupping his dick and balls. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, the words stuck in a clump in the middle of his throat, his fingers quivering like thighs after an orgasm. He moved, slightly. You moved too, with him, to squat over his thighs.

“Na-need lube,” he sighed shakily, his hands nonetheless prodding at your inner thighs. He hooked a finger underneath your underwear, his fingers basically already touching your genitals. “These gotta come off too.”

“You think I’m just carrying round lube with me?” you replied with a frown. Moving off his thighs, you shimmied further down, your face downcast. “I’ll just spit.”

“‘snot enough.”

“It’ll have to do.”

Grunt. “You got a condom?”

“No, but I’ve got faith in the fact you’ll pull out.”

“Pulling out’s not protection.”

You sighed with exasperation. “Well, let’s hope for the best. It’s this or nothing, babe.”

Babe. He writhed. “Whatever. I’m ready to be a Dad.”

With his help, and by help, it meant Taehyung didn’t remove his hooked finger as you pulled down your panties. At the sight of Taehyung now somewhat level with your pussy, you felt self-conscious. Insecure and ugly. After a dragged out moment of simply staring, he softly cursed, a gentle, “fuck”, and he curiously curled a finger between your folds, mindful of the tame hair, unbothered.

“Yeah, well,” you groaned, head back between your shoulder-blades, “if we’re still knocking around by the time this is all over, I’ll let you be the Dad of my kids.”

“Mm, yeah?” Taehyung hummed, oddly vacant. His eyes were glazed, lost looking. “Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me filling you up? Putting a kid in you?”

“Mhmpf!”

“Imagine our kids,” he huffed, three fingers up there. You whined as two scissored. “God, I want you. Wanna fill you up with my cum, put a baby in you. I want a life with you.”

“What? Like we aren’t having a life right now?”

He removed his fingers, a coating of juice and white covering his fingers, drooling like wax on a candle. “Nah, this ain’t life. We’re living, sure, but this ain’t a life. ‘M gonna get you out, I promise. Gonna go somewhere safe.”

He doesn’t say anything else after that, except the occasional fuck or shit, or intake of breath. Taehyung thought to himself, with the nape of his neck resting on the low headboard of the premium suite bed, watching you settle over his crotch with a look of need, want, and love, that if this were happening three years ago, he’d have taken his time. He would have gone to lengths to take you on dates, to visit the bowling alley that his friend Nate back at Uni worked at part-time, or to the diner owned by a chain that started in Chicago. For sure, he would have prepared lube and condoms, and flowers in a glass rose, twenty candles or something, rose petals in the bathtub for after, meringue in the freezer and Ultraviolence on the vinyl.

But now, in a world where losing someone has the same probability of seeing someone on the street outside your house, Taehyung couldn’t care less about taking his time. This time tomorrow, he could be dead. He won’t be, but he could be.

That’s what he told himself as he watched you take his cock with one hand, too small for his girth, and groaned with his fist wrapped around your hair as your mouth wrapped around his length. He told himself again when you settled down on his middle, sitting on his cock, one hand on his tummy and the other back on his thigh, the cowgirl on a horse, facing him instead of away. And again when he straightened up off the headboard, wrapping his arms around your body, one hand on your lower back and the other running along your wrist raised in the air like silk on skin, and again when you rolled forward in a wave to kiss him, to kiss him like you’d never kissed anybody before.

And God, it was some kiss. It was the kind of kiss a lover gave to their other half when they came back from the army, the kind of kiss where you’re physically afraid of moving away in-case they disappear. Taehyung had never, ever felt so loved, so wanted, so content with somebody in his entire life, and there was a margin of possibility that this could be the last time he ever kissed somebody, or held somebody. In any case, it was the first and last time he’d ever tell someone he loved them.

For some reason, he laughed as you sank down on him, a breathy giggle against the curve of your neck. You rested your hands on his shoulders, stabling yourself, and you peered down at him with a smile: “Enjoying yourself?”

He nodded with a small laugh. “Fuck yeah. Wish I had my phone, would have recorded this so I could watch it over again.”

“You’re into that?”

“I can be.”

“Dirty boy,” you said.

Taehyung lifted his hips to meet your thrusting, a shaky whimper making him grin. “I don’t wanna forget this moment.”

“Who says you’ll forget?”

He groaned at that. You moved faster, sinking up and down, skin sweaty and shining, your hips rocking forward and a shy hand between your breasts.

It’s nothing special, if Taehyung compared it to stuff before the outbreak. He’s a lad- he’s watched porn, he knew how things went if you had enough time, and lights, and patience. But, to Taehyung, this was bliss. Having a moment of intimacy with you was something his heart swelled with joy at, and his hold around your body tightened with every tight thrust, every slowing rise and fall, right up until the pivotal moment of release. Taehyung moaned, louder than ever, his mouth hanging open and lids half-closed, watching you through his thick eyelashes as you significantly slowed down.

“Cah-can’t hold it, Tae,” you said quietly, your voice close to a whisper if anything.

He gently took your forearm, sending an encouraging squeeze. “It’s okay, baby. ‘s okay.”

You whimpered softly, the high-pitched wheeze sending blood rushing to Taehyung’s dick, twitching inside you, begging for release. Impatient, Taehyung moved his hands to your lower body, one on your hip, the other underneath your ass, helping you deliver deep bounces until the gates opened; when you came, you saw white. You could see the white walls of a square room, everything white and pastel yellow, the figure of a man stepping towards you with a suit and tie, the man being Taehyung, his hair longer than it is now, shiny, plastic, fake, not real, a dream, not real- when you came, the weird, offhand smell of lemonade filled your nose as a dribble of creamy white ran down the vein of Taehyung’s cock.

Your arms gave way, weakened after your hard work, and Taehyung lifted you up off his dick to simply hover above him with thighs on either side of his hips. Once he removed himself with a slick sound, he let out a large exhale of breath, the tone gravelly and animalistic in some sense. Resting your hands on his shoulders, although they moved in jitters across his body, from his collarbones to his neck to the tuft of hair sticking up on his head, you gently eased yourself down, running the wetness back along the tip of his dick, your eyes widening when he groaned loudly; one hand cupping his balls and the other on your hip with his arm wrapped underneath your ass, Taehyung let out a gruff, “fuck”, and let go, cum splashing up onto your cunt, dripping like a leak in the roof, spread like cake frosting.

Reluctantly, Taehyung let his arm slip, giving way and letting you drop onto his thighs with a tired thud. He stared, dazed, bringing his fingers to join at your hair, pulling away the knots. After all that, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, shyly moving out of his eye to hide your body, a slight dusting of rose on your cheekbones. Taehyung whined softly, his hand wrapping around your wrist- “Hey, are you alright?”

“Mm,” you replied quietly, looking to him with an admiring gaze. He paused, pleased. Dropping your gaze to your bare cunt, Taehyung’s gaze followed, a smile pulling at his lips. In fact, his brow even quirked with satisfaction, exactly like planned. “Just gotta clean this up.”

“I could help,” he offered. Implying that he would get on his knees and lick the mess away, of course. You flushed.

“Taehyung, I dunno, that sounds kind of-” you began, but, catching sight of the way his face widened at the thought, his eyes glued to the stickiness of your vagina, his fingers tapping erratically on the sides of your thighs.

“Just like a bath, only rougher.”

“I don’t think that’s entirely accurate,” you breathed, practically burning with mortification when Taehyung shuffled down the bed to lay down on his shoulder-blades, his elbows propping him up almost expectantly, like a dog waiting for dinner. Curving your brow, you simply watched him, curious.

“What, you worried about the taste?” he asked bluntly, smiling as an afterthought. “The smell?”

“Yes, and yes,” you admitted, stroking his V-line with one finger, a feathery touch that made him shudder. “I mean...the hair…”

He groaned in amusement, his head falling backwards. “Y/N,” he exclaimed, his mouth widening to reveal the same set of weirdly white teeth. “Most males have hair and women still go down on them. D’ythink it’ll be different for me to do it? Honestly,” he huffed dramatically, taking your hand whilst supporting his body with a single elbow, “I’m not picky like that. I’m seriously the best person you could have sex with, really.”

“...Lucky me,” you sighed, after a breath of thought. His eyes flashed open wide for a split second, content with that answer.

Taehyung smirked through a chuckle, one produced by the tension in his throat, and tapped his chin with his finger, coated in dried cum, his tongue wetting his lips in anticipation, “sit.”

(And sit, you did.)

“No matter what, you keep finding something to fight for.”

As if it had just been touched by the demon underneath the bed, you pulled your leg back underneath the sheets of the motel bed, wrapping it around Taehyung’s legs, out in a starfish position.

You glanced up at him. “Hm?”

His Adams bobbed up and down, as if it was suddenly hard to swallow. “Joel Miller said that. The Last of Us, 2014, Naughty Dog. A story of a man who got loaded with a 14 year old, smuggling her across America to become the cure to humankind. He said that to her, at the end of the game.”

“Oh, yeah?” you muttered, face smushed against his breast. “It’s a nice thing to say.”

He made a noise of agreement, but it fell short. “Yeah, but wanna know the context? He got selfish. At the start of the game, he loses a daughter, probably the same age as Ellie when he finds her.”

“Who’s Ellie again?”

“The girl.”

“Oh, right.”

“Ellie is immune to the zombie apocalypse- I mean, how fucking fortunate? She’s being taken to this gang of scientists to become the cure, but he kills them all when they try and kill her to take brain samples, or something. Anyway, he takes her back to his brother’s little camp in the woods, and just before the game ends, he tells her that. He looked at her, said to her face, “No matter what, you keep finding something to fight for.” She made him swear to it.”

You hummed with interest, propping your chin underneath his nipple to stare up at him, enthralled by the shadows cast on his face from the angle. “You like that quote?”

“It applies,” he explained, moving his hair from his forehead. “Back in New York...ah-” he inhaled a breath. New York brought back a flood of memories, that was obvious. It seemed as if talking about it was difficult, and you rested a hand on his bicep with a meek smile, “you don’t have to say it, baby.”

“No, no,” he continued, not rudely. “I want to. Look...I lost my sister. For all I know, she’s dead. I mean, I hope she’s not, but when we got separated in New York...man, I lost it. My body went into a shutdown, I searched New York with a baseball bat with nails, some stolen gun I didn’t know how to use properly. My mate, Bogum, was with me for a bit, before he left with his friends to go somewhere better. As if there’s anywhere better. My sister was everything I had in America, and losing her like that...I just, shut down. My body couldn’t cope.

“Point is, is that I don’t wanna lose anybody again. I don’t want to lose you like I lost her, Y/N,” he rasped, his chest filled with something tight. It felt like he was breathing poison. He repeated the quote, lost in the words, his eyes closed gently.

You sat up completely, looking down at him with a washed over expression. His lips pulled back to a frownish smile, his fingers reaching to loop a strand of hair behind your ear. “Should cut your hair.”

“That’s enough video game references from you tonight, Tae,” you laughed breathily, pulling your hair back to fall down your back. “But, yes. I agree. Help me cut it tomorrow?”

He nodded against the pillows, bringing you down to join a kiss, and then press your nose to the shell of his ear. “Course. I’d do anything for you.”

And it went without question.

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xharuka17x · 6 years ago

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Fanfiction Questions

The questions were posted by vorchagirl. So I decided to reply to them! :)

Fanfiction Questions

Fandom Questions

1. What was the first fandom you got involved in?

Sailor Moon & Gundam Wings

2. What is your latest fandom?

Supernatural

3. What is the best fandom you’ve ever been involved in?

SM, GW and SPN

4. Do you regret getting involved in any fandoms?

Yes and No, there’s good and bad moments

5. Which fandoms have your written fanfiction for?

GW and SPN

6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in.

Sailor Moon/Tuxedo Mask from SM, Heero/Trowa from GW and Dean/Castiel from SPN

7. List your NoTPs from each fandom you’ve been in.

Tuxedo Mask/Anyone other then Sailor Moon, Heero/Duo, Trowa/Quatre for GW and Dean/Sam for SPN

8. How did you get involved in your latest fandom?

SPN conventions!

9. What are the best things about your current fandom?

Destiel, plus all the friends I have made

10. Is there a fandom you read fic from but don’t write in?

Nope

Ship Questions for your Current Fandom 11. Who is your current OTP? Destiel

12. Who is your current OT3? None

13. Any NoTPs? Dean/Sam

14. Go on, who are your BroTPs? Gabriel and Castiel

15. Is there an obscure ship which you love? Jody/Donna

16. Are their any popular ships in your fandom which you dislike? Wincest, Winchestiel, John with any of TFW,

17. Who was your first OTP and are they still your favourite? My first real OTP with Heero/Trowa and yup, still love them.

18. What ship have you written the most about? Destiel!

19. Is there a ship which you wished you could get behind, but you just don’t feel them? Nope

20. Any ships which you surprised yourself by liking? Dean/Benny, Dean/Jody, Sam/Rowena

Author Questions 21. What was the first fanfic you ever wrote? Love & Lost for GW

22. Is there anything you regret writing? Nope

23. Name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond of & explain why you like it. Big Bad & His Bunny, Its different and barely has any dialog which was something I wanted to try conveying.

24. What fic do you desperately need to rewrite or edit? I need to get most of my earlier fics beta’d for sure lol no rewrites.

25. What’s your most popular fanfic? Eucalyptus & Buying an Alpha

26. How do you come up with your fanfic titles? No clue, they just hit me while I write out my fic idea lol

27. What do you hate more: Coming up with titles or writing summaries? Writing Summaries... I’m horrible at it....

28. If someone were to draw a piece of fanart for your story, which story would it be and what would the picture be of? I’ve been lucky and privileged to have already worked with a few amazing artist, so...

29. Do you have a beta reader? Why/Why not? Yup, 2! Helps a lot sense English is my second language lol

30. What inspires you to write? Ideas and plots that I want to read myself.

31. What’s the nicest thing someone has ever said about your writing? Oh I’ve been honored by many heart warming comments, I can’t pin down just one lol

32. Do you listen to music when you write or does music inspire you? If so, which band or genre of music does it for you? Yes and no, depends on my mood. I listen to every genre of music, so sometimes I only want instrumental to get me going. Other times, depending the scene I am working on, I don’t want interruptions/outside influences that music can have lol

33. Do you write oneshots, multi-chapter fics or huuuuuge epics? Oneshots and multi-chapter fics

34. What’s the word count on your longest fic? Over 100k

35. Do you write drabbles? If so, what do you normally write them about? Sure and Destiel lol

36. What’s your favourite genre to write? I love Angst, love heavy feels

37. First person or third person - what do you write in and why? Past tense, I have a hard time reading first person fics, much less write them lol

38. Do you use established canon characters or do you create OCs? Established

39. What is you greatest strength as a writer? Putting out stories others will enjoy.

40. What do you struggle the most with in your writing? Procrastination

Fanfiction Questions 41. List and link to 5 fanfics you are currently reading: Not currently reading anything, lol busy writing

42. List and link to 5 fanfiction authors who are amazing: SillyBlue, jupiter_james, Unforth, Annie D, sir_kingsley

43. Is there anyone in your fandom who really inspires you? Honestly, the artist do. Diminuel, Kamicom, pond0109, maru-1218, pa-hu, yayeeh1344, booksuepin, xxmusiclifexx, quim-vaa, castielsgal, hellredskyart, aureritart, askcastielangelofthelord, chineseyellowcat, elicedraws, thefriendlypigeon, purgatory-jar, cecylia0731, lineneart, consulting-cannibal, nile-kun, vinnie-chan, cheriiart, Ranya-nii, blew-san, I know I'm forgetting so many.... but yes.

44. What ship do you feel needs more attention? Dean/Jody!!

45. What is your all time favourite fanfic? I honesty don’t have one

46. If someone was to read one of your fanfics, which fic would you recommend to them and why? Um... well I suppose the more popular ones? Eucalyptus, Buying an Alpha, Football & Pride, and Save Me.

47. Archive Of Our Own, Fanfiction.net or Tumblr - where do you prefer to post and why? AO3, its easy

48. Do you leave reviews when you read fanfiction? Why/Why not? Yes because other deserve love for their effort and time they put into creating their story too.

49. Do you care if people comment/reblog your writing? Why/why not? I love comments and its a big honor if my stories get re-blogged to share.

50. How did you get into reading and/or writing fanfiction? A friend in high school showed me Sailor Moon and GW fanfiction and well, I’ve always wanted to be a writer and boom!

51. Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate in the world of fanfiction! Go! I love the diversity in the many kinds of ships, BUT I think too many fans waste time hating on others and their ship(s). Just ship and let ship man. Luv is luv.

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5, 8, 21, 36, 40, 46, 51!

5. Which fandoms have your written fanfiction for?

I have never been a superly monofannish person, and I have written for a fair number of fandoms, but discounting fandoms that I was assigned for fic exchanges I have written for Gundam Wing, Fullmetal Alchemist, Escaflowne, Mighty Ducks, Inuyasha, City Hunter, Dawson’s Creek, Avatar the Last Airbender, Sailor Moon, Ouran High School Host Club, Eureka Seven, Steven King’s IT/IT (2017), V (2009) and due to my one lone Beronica Fic, I guess you can say I have technically written for Riverdale. About a month ago I orphaned a lot of my older works because they had become a bit incongruous with what I want attached to my name, so not all of those fandoms are still present on my AO3.

Fandoms that I’ve written exclusively for Yuletide as my main assignment are: Soul Eater, Diana Wynne Jones’ Archer’s Goon, The Girl Who Leapt Through Time, Claymore, Drive Me Crazy, and Notting Hill.

8. How did you get involved in your latest fandom?

Well this is a fun story, but it is sort of a set of factors that brought me to watch an old 90s teen soap opera in this the year of 2018/2019. I should start by saying back when I was a part of the actual target demo for teen shows I only watch Buffy and didn’t deign to watch any of those other inferior teen shows and actually counted not being a weekly viewer of Dawson’s Creek as a point of pride. (It was very much one of those “I’m not like those other girls” nonsense attitudes, oh bb!Kristen you stupid, stupid girl). I did however osmose certain things about the show because at that time, you just sort of did. So how did I go back and actually watch this show well….

The first factor was that in the back half of 2017 I had the weirdest dream, where I literally dreamed the plot of my current WIP Boy Problems for Disney’s The Mighty Ducks which I had not seen or thought of in years (God told Joan of Arc to save France, God tells me to write steamy obscure dudeslash fic, Thanks God!).

The 2nd Factor was that in like October of 2017, I watched Riverdale which I binged and then kept through to the winter finale of season 2 and then 5 months later thinking I was free (spoiler: I was not in fact free) and I started sort of following it and now I am here sort of following it week to week, but mostly mocking it while dreaming of my super gay alternative, and being increasingly annoyed with the fandom’s tendencies to make superficial comparisons to other show, a fandom trend I have always hated and that harkens back to Zutara fandom in ATLA (Zutara is not 1xr or Van/Hitomi, thanks).

And the third factor was that way back in like July or August or some time there was a clickbait article that was basically TV shows characters that should have ended up with someone else/wrong endgame pairings which I clicked mostly because I wanted to see what they wrote about the How I Met Your Mother finale (I love reading takes on the HIMYM finale, I find it fascinating) and well the clickbait article stated that Dawson/Joey should have been endgame. This intrigued me because it contradicted everything I had ever heard/osmosed about the show.

So I decided that I would watch it to draw my conclusions and to see if what I had heard was wrong (which I thought was a possibility because I don’t by my nature trust giant ship fandoms like PJo was back in the day, it’s something I still sort of keep to this day), and I was like I will mock it and at the very least I will be able to have ammo against stupid fandom comparisons and due to a shared actor, maybe pick up good screen caps for like a moodboard for The Fic that had now progressed from being a dream to a thing that actually exists.

And so I started it and as God would have it, I got invested, and now find that the Clickbait article was wrong, fandom needs to shut up Bughead/Barchie/Jeronica is not like Pacey/Joey thankyouverymuch, and I can’t use caps for a mood board because I would just cry and can’t associate anything from the show with anything else.

So that’s story about how this dumb binch got invested in Dawson’s Creek years after everyone has moved on!

21. What was the first fanfic you ever wrote?

No Joke, the first fanfic that I wrote down and then posted was a Sailor Moon/Gundam Wing crossover that was basically just a retelling of the story of Sailor Moon with added giant robots. If you are like “Please tell me it wasn’t Senshi/Pilots” I am afraid I can tell you that (The pairings were if I recall Heero/Serena, Duo/Amy (What?!), Wufei/Raye, Trowa/Lita (cause they were both tall) and Quatre/Mina (Oh Quatre sweetie, I’m so sorry)) I killed Mamoru, and Relena just didn’t exist because this was set more in the SM universe than the GW one so I just brought over the pilots. It was multi-chaptered and I wrote a chapter a day. I wrote five parts of it covering all 5 arcs of Sailor Moon.

Yes, I was totally better than those other girls as you can see. And no, those fics no longer exist online. In my defense I was 15 years old, I had not yet realized I was a lesbian and if I were to write that story now it would be Usagi/Relena because that story would be effing amazing.

36. What’s your favourite genre to write?

I enjoy a long slice of life romcom if I’m honest. The plotting of both my longest fics (Boy Problems and Living Arrangements) are the sort of stories that i love to write and come the easiest to me. I am also partial to quiet thematic characters beats and fics that explore characters putting things back together which if I can ever get back to 1xR as a ship that inspires me, I would love to do just a slice of life romance of them paralleling and finding their way back to each other. Also just cute romcom premises are always fun.

40. What do you struggle the most with in your writing?

I am so off and on when it comes to prose. Like there are times where I can do it and I love it, and other times it’s a struggle and I have to fight from just making everything dialogue (I maintain confidence in my dialogue.)

46. If someone was to read one of your fanfics, which fic would you recommend to them and why?

I think both Boy Problems (Mighty Ducks) and Living Arrangements (Dawson’s Creek) are the most apparent clear examples of where I am right now as a writer, but they are longer and the fandoms aren’t super in anyone’s face. I would say of my shorter one-shots, Save the Last Dance (Gundam Wing) and Once Lost, Now Found (City Hunter) are the most emblematic of me as a writer and my approach to characterisation. I also every once again get into to hugely stylistic gen pieces that I generally feel very proud of like Creation in Nine Acts (Avatar the Last Airbender, a mock creation myth for the Avatarverse, written before Korra was a thing but was not meant as the literal creation myth anyways) and State of IT (IT a short vignette from IT’s point of view.

51. Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate in the world of fanfiction! Go!

I don’t know if this a thing I love or hate, but I am tired of fandom’s missives of you MUST COMMENT/KUDOS on everything you read. Comments/kudos/likes/reblogs on fanworks (not just fic) are great, but I don’t think that anyone is obligated to do any of those things. I think what I would rather do than rant or gush is to say that I think if you are a creator try to at least find comfort in validation of respecting and loving your own work. Write for yourself first and foremost. I think when I let go of the need for validation was when I really allowed myself to grow and appreciate myself as a writer. I wasn’t worried about what other people would think but just if I can read this and enjoy it and allows me a little more time thinking and writing about characters that I love than I am good, and I post it as a sort of second thought for if I enjoy it there may be others (even if it is one other person). So I guess I would leave it at that. If you’re a reader, don’t worry if you don’t leave feedback, no one is owed it and you don’t have to give any if you don’t feel that you can. And if you are writer, I would urge you to focus and write for you first and foremost and treat any feedback as a sort of treat on top of the pride of knowing you saw something through.

#ask meme #LONG POST #I CAN BE WORDY

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mettic · 7 years ago

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hey everyone. got some big news.

first, this will be my last post. The reason for this is because I managed to successfully infiltrated From Software and get away with my prize: leaked info on the dark souls 1 remaster. Ive learned in detail that NG+ in the remake will be like souls games made after the original release of DS1, with NG+ having substantial changes to the game other than stats increasing, and I have details on how.

unfortunately, I was not quiet enough, and Miyazaki knows. He’s sent his assassins after me, and they’re all dressed up like artorias. I’m in hiding but unfortunately my computer has a loud as hell mechanical keyboard and a nvidia GPU that glows nvidia’s name through my computer, so i’m soon to be discovered.

read my leak, let my sacrifice not be in vain.

NG+ changes:

Overall:

-There will be one extra mimic chest. Which chest it is changes every playtrhough

-chests now all break when attacked, like in DS2. they break in one hit.

-there is now one mimic bonfire in the game. it is also different every playthrough.

-bonfires can be destroyed in one hit.

-enemies can now follow you through fog gates.

Undead aslyum:

-Undead Knight Oscar will not be dead, and his removed storyline has been reimplemented into the game.

-Undead Knight Oscar has been replaced with Funky Kong.

-attempting to do the plunging attack from the balcony onto the Aslyum Demon will lead to the floor breaking, making you fall into the stray demon arena. Aslyum and stray must now be fought together. The floor breaking cannot be reverted.

-snuggly wont give you any items anymore. infact he makes fun of you if you reset for items. super rude dude really.

Undead Burg:

-Solaire is exactly the same except now he has the sunlight parasite on his head. he will not mention it.

-In the Taurus Demon fight, the undead crossbowers have been replaced with anor londo archers

-if you attempt to shoot the dragon with arrows/magic for the drake sword it will grab you and ask you why you’re doing that in new game+.

Undead Parish:

-Fanged Boar now respawns upon death

-Bell gargoyles has been replaced with the dark souls 2 bell gargoyles fight

-there is an extra bell gargoyles in the room where you ring the bell

Lower Undead Burg:

-There are now 4 total dogs in the Capra Demon fight

-Stairway in the capra demon fight has been removed

Depths:

-Knight Kirk will now invade you two minutes after entering the depths.

-When killed, Kirk will reinvade you two minutes after his death. this continues as long as you are in the depths

-All enemies except kirk have been replaced with Basilisks.

-Giant Rat is now a Giant Basilisk.

-gaping dragon is now Kaiju basilisk.

-Kirk can invade during bossfights.

Blighttown:

-While FPS has been drastically improved and made consistent in blight town for the remaster, FPS has been dropped down to anywhere between 8-15 FPS for NG+. This cannot be reverted.

-You can now see queelag’s nipples. Pointing your camera at the nipples after one second will begin to accumulate petrify on your character.

The Great Hollow:

-When approaching items found in the great hollow, the part of the tree will break under the items and they will fall. This will continue until they land at the bottom.

-All items in the great hollow have been replaced with Rubbishes.

Sen’s Fortress:

-The snake soldier on the hallway with the swinging blades is now equipped with two great shields instead of a magic wand

-Iron Knight Tarkus cannot be summoned anymore

-Iron Giant replaced with Iron Knight Tarkus

Anor Londo:

-On the ramp that lead to the inside of Anor Londo from the outside, and third anor londo archer has been added

-The bell gargoyles in the area have been replaced with Dark Souls 2 Bell Gargoyles.

-Instead of powering up when the other dies in the Orienstein and Smough fight, when one dies O&S will now do the fusion dance, transform into Dragon Execution Orienough

-Princess Guard covenant has been changed. It is now a PVP covenant similar to Blades Of The Dark Moons and Forest Hunters. Princess Guard now exclusively invades players who leave “Amazing Chest Ahead!” messages in Anor Londo.

Painted World of Ariamis:

-All enemies except Crossbreed Priscilla replaced with skeleton wheels. this includes every individual phalanx.

-engaging crossbreed priscilla will now cause an internal flag to be raised which leads to you hearing a crowd booing at you for the rest of your game.

Darkroot Garden:

-It’s like. Real dark now.

-You can’t see more than a foot infront of you. super dark.

-Sif now has two swords.

-Moonlight butterfly now instantly dies upon engaging it to prevent you from wasting your time.

Darkroot Basin:

-Upon approaching the door that leads to the undead burg’s tower from the Basin side will lead to a muffled “can you smell what the rock is cookin” soundclip from the otherside of the door. Upon the end of the soundclip Havel “johnson” the rock will kick down the door. Havel will now be permantely aggro’d until death

New Londo Ruins:

-All Four Kings spawn as soon as the fight starts. While the fight is going on you can also hear someone typing a multi paragraph rant about how multi boss fights in souls games are actually great and very fun and you just need to get good.

The Duke’s Archives:

-every book in the archives can now be read.

-one of the books in the archives will now explain in plain text the entire lore and intentions of the dark souls. we will not tell you which one.

The Crystals Caves:

-The invisible paths now change between every death

-We cant think of a way to make Seathe a shittier fight so it’s the same.

Demon Ruins:

-Upon killing Ceaseless Discharge, he will do a thumbs up on his way down. If the game console detects you groaning at this, ceaseless will flip you off and respawns

-capra demons now are also followed by 4 dogs.

-Instead of certain spawn points, the rockworms will now follow the player

-at half way through the firesage demon fight, the floor will break. When you land at the bottom you will encounter stray demon and asylum demon

-upon starting the Centipede Demon fight, your camera will lock on. Lock on cannot be disabled for this fight.

Lost Izalith:

-Upon sliding down the ramp into the Bed Of Chaos arena, Sonic Adventure 2′s “City Escape” will play.

-Bed Of Chaos’ roots respawn. Fuck you.

The Catacombs:

-Pinwheel has been replaced with a giant skeleton dog.

-Attempting to enter the catacombs before clearing the Undead Burg will result ina skeleton slapping your character at the door and telling you to get the fuck out.

-Skeletons, upon doing their spinning dive move, will sometimes yell “psycho crusher!”

-You can sometimes find two skeletons playing on street fighter two super turbo cabinets. they both play Dictator.

Tomb Of Giants:

-Pinwheels have been replaced with giant skeleton dogs

-Nito now spawns 3x as many skeletons

-Nito can now only spawn skeleton babies

Ash lake:

-Everything is the same except the Everlasting dragon now has a penis and his hand is on it.

Sanctuary Garden:

-sanctuary guardian now meows.

Royal Wood:

-Artorias’ sword is now twice in length.

-Artorias’ helmet is now twice in length.

-when convincing Hawkeye Gough to fire upon Kalameet, the cutscene will play but he will miss. Gough will shrug at you and remind you that he’s blind.

Oolacile Township:

-All of the various walkways are now 50% thinner

-A new Carving item has been introduced to the area in NG+. This one, the Runescape Carving, will play a very obnoxious soundclip that blares “Runescape is the better game” upon use. it has half the recast time of the other carvings.

-upon the player dying, all enemies in the area will use the Runescape Carving

-Silver Pendant removed. Fuck you. Fuck the lore too.

Chasm of the Abyss:

-Attempting to attack Manus by hitting him with arrows outside of his arena will cause him to crawl out of his arena. He is now aggro’d on you.

-You can summon sif for Manus, but when he is summoned he will be sleeping on a doggy bed. Out of respect Manus will leave Sif alone and try not to wake him up

Kiln of the First Flame:

-if a parry is attempted on Gwyn, he will laugh and counter parry you. His counter parry is stabbing you.

-If you enter the Kiln of the First Flame and wait one real life week, gwyn will die of old age.

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ourlittlebitofnothinguniverse · 7 years ago

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All for the video game ask. (do I need to mention only if u r comfy w/ it at this point). Love you!!

alright u done done it now bitchhhhhhhh are u READY 4 THIS SHIT (dshfa;lkj thamk i am so pumped ur my biggest enabler) i already answered a couple of these for anon but i’ll go ahead and answer them here as well

1. First game you played obsessively?hmmmm i wanna say the legend of spyro the eternal night? i played it so much i could beat the whole game in four hours. i’ve heard lots of ppl actually hated the legend of spyro trilogy but honestly they can suck my ass i loved them

2. A game that has influenced you creatively? Writing, drawing, etc.uh besides my answer for anon of skyrim not many games have actually just straight up influenced my art style but i’ve been playing this game called Fe (not fire emblem just Fe) and i really want to draw fanart for it bc it’s super cute if that Counts as influence?

3. Who did you play with as a kid?if this is meant in terms of co-op games nobody bc we didn’t have anyif just in general, my sister for the most part. i’d watch her play things like resident evil and she’d help me with the hard parts in medievil and crash bandicoot warped (read: racing levels)

4. Who do you play with now?myself lmao i don’t rly like co-op and multiplayer games and i prefer to play most games by myself

5. Ever use cheat codes?like i told anon, no bc i don’t know how they work and i’d probably only use them for the sims anyways

6. Ever buy strategy guides?not really? once we bought the collectors edition for diablo II when i was little and it included the strategy guide which i stayed up all night to read (bc i had run out of other reading materials in the house) but like i don’t really use them idk

7. Any games you have multiple copies of?the sims three and i know you know the reason why but in case anybody else wants to know: i didn’t know they had actually completely changed the game since i had played it last probably a decade ago so i bought it @ walmart this year and then i got mad bc it apparently SUCKS ASS now so in search of a copy of the original version i bought a second one from amazon bc the Image being used WAS of the original case but it really was the new version so now i have two SHITTY SHITTY VERSIONS of a game i used to love that i will never play bc it’s shit except maybe i will bc apparently it has real life music in it just replaced with sims language which is amazing and this response is far too long for the question but i asked u if u were ready so u signed up 4 thisi also have an xbox version of it tht i got for like christmas or smth years ago and a,,,,,, ds version??? that i got last year bc somebody was selling “the original version of the game including every expansion pack” for only like $30 and it definitely said disk version but when i got it it was this Pre-owned Dirty Ds Cartridge Covered In What Looked Like Strawberry Jelly and when i tried to contact them they shut their page down so there’s that which equals four shitty shitty copies of the sims three and i will never be more mad about anything than i am about this

8. Rarest/Most expensive game in your collection?uh well back when i had a job i spent A Lot of money (to me it was a lot) to get the collectors edition of the last guardian so that would be my most expensive. other than that i would have to say one of the hardest to find (maybe not rare but not common)games i have currently is medievil for ps1 bc it took me like a week of searching to find a copy in good condition online for sale bc i rly wanted to own it again since we had to sell all my old games when we moved to oregon which sucked bc we had a Bunch of cool games (mostly early ps era)

9. Most regrettable purchase?did you see my rant about the sims three for answer 7? yeah

10. Ever go to a midnight game release or stand in line for hours?never lived in an area where that is A Thing

11. Have you ever made new friends from playing video games?i wanna make a homestuck joke here (srsly probably not like i said i don’t rly do any type of co-op or multiplayer games so)

12. Ever get picked on for liking games?not really?? is that a Thing?

13. A game you’ve never played that everyone else has?uh idk literally any COD game, basketball games, Fallout games, overwatch, anything that’s co-op, shooter games or sports related etc idk i’m a simple fellow these types of games don’t appeal to me

14. Favorite game music?idk what this means? like genre-wise??? idk abt stuff like that i just like good game music but i’ll tell you the fuck what, hiveswap music fuckin SLAPPED

15. If it was a requirement to get a game related tattoo, what would you pick?fuck shit idk man i don’t rly want a tattoo maybe uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh smth that could be vague

16. Favorite game to play with your friends IRL?idk rip lmao

17. Ever lose a friend over a game?Nah man i can’t even imagine smth as dumb as that unless they’re screaming racist or sexist slurs bc then friendship is terminated but otherwise like wtf it’s just a game,,,

18. Would you date someone that hates gaming?i mean?????? sure????????????? they don’t have to game with me??????????? unless they tell me I can’t game bc they don’t like it in which case Bye u controlling piece of shit

19. Favorite handheld console?u kno those games that used to come in sonic happy meals? yah (jk uh i don’t have much experience w/ handheld consoles besides nintendo ds-es and they’re cool)

20. Game that you know like the back of your hand?like i said i played spyro the eternal night so often i could beat it in four hours so probably that one.

21. Game that you didn’t like or understand as a kid but love now?the only games i didn’t like as a kid i p much still don’t like now

22. Do you wear game related clothing/accessories?i am Poor

23. The game that you’ve logged the most hours into?currently skyrim or stardew valley

24. First Pokemon game?I didn’t get to play any pokemon games until this year actually but i got myself pokemon y and ultra sun so those are my first two! although you Could technically say pokemon go bc i played that for the first time like One month before i got y and ultra sun but like idk if tht counts so *shrug emoji*

25. Were you ever an arcade game player?i never lived where arcades were a thing tbh

26. Ever form any gaming rivalries?Why

27. Game that makes you rage?there’s this absolutely adorable and INFURIATING game called so many me that’s a puzzle platformer but the controls are so ridiculously precise that it’s absolutely the WORST to play bc unless you do it just right at just the right millisecond you will die over and over and over

28. Ever play in a tournament?nah

29. What is your gaming set up?the livingroom tv and my mom’s xbox one or my bedroom with my ps4 i got for my birthday and my xbox 360 that i got like 7 years ago

30. How many consoles do you own?alright so If ds-es count i own,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, roughly seven? i have my new ps4 i got for my birthday last year, my 7 year old xbox 360, another xbox 360 i bought from a kid @ school, a ps1 i bought last year for the Nostalgia that’s in rly good condition, a rly old ds lite a rly old 3ds and my new pokeball 2dsxl. i would also say that the ps3 my aunt left when she died is mine bc my mom never used it and she had bought most of the games For Me and Her to play together anyways so the idea that she left it to my mom is,,,, Weird but my mom claims it was left to her so Shrug emoji

31. Does the 3DS and/or Virtual Boy hurt your eyes or give you headaches?“virtual boy” i love it omg. uh not really i don’t use my ds-es that often bc i don’t have a just wild amount of games but when i do use them it doesn’t rly mess w/ my brain or eyes too much

32. Did you ever play a game based on your favorite show/cartoon/movie/comic?probably not?

33. Did you ever have any bootleg games or plug-n-play games?i don’t think so tbh

34. Do either of your parents play video games?my mom does but she really only plays like three games (the newest assassins creed, skyrim, and stardew valley)

35. Ever work in a game store? Or do you have a favorite game shop?nope

36. Have you ever shed actual blood, sweat or tears over a game?man have u ever heard of brotherhood a tale of two sons? mom told me abt it and she didn’t warn me abt how it ended and i had to leave the room and cry bc it broke my heart

37. Have you played E.T. for the Atari 2600? Do you think that’s the worst game ever, or do you have another nomination?i didn’t know that was a thing

38. A game you’re ashamed to admit that you like?i can’t think of any tbh. oh wait i take that back sonic unleashed it’s terrible but i love it

39. A sequel that you would die for them to make?maybe not a sequel but they rly need to come out with another stardew valley type thing or maybe expansions or smth so that you can talk to and befriend more ppl and stuff

40. What to you think of virtual reality headsets or motion controls?never been able to try them but they look super fun and i can’t wait to see how they improve the technology

41. A genre that you just can’t get into?multi-player games period. also first person shooters and sports games. there’s more but i can’t remember the title of the game bc i don’t know what genre it would be lmao

42. Maybe it wasn’t your first game, but what was the game that started you on your path to nerdiness?i assume this means game related nerdiness not just my inherent nerdiness in general so probably the very first spyro game

43. Ever play games when you really should have been concentrating on something else?all the time my dude

44. Arcade machine that has consumed the most of your quarters?none

45. How are you at Mario Kart?probably shit i’m not good @ steering in games

46. Do you like relaxing games like Animal Crossing or Harvest Moon?i love them! i have like 100+ hours logged into stardew valley and i only got it in like november of last year

47. Do you like competitive games?not really

48. How long does it take your to customize your player character?so long. i either have to make them gorgeous or beautifully hideous

49. In games where you can pick your class, do you always tend to go for the same type of character?yah tbh lmao. i have like eight thief stone khajits in skyrim rn

50. If you were a game designer, what masterpiece would you create?i have a Lot of ideas and not all of them are good

51. Have you ever played a game for so long that you forgot to eat or sleep?forgetting to sleep, yes. forgetting to eat? no

52. A game that you begged your parents for as a kid?i was a very sheltered kid i didn’t know about new games coming out when i was little bc we didn’t have any way for me to find out About Them. i’m making up for it by begging as an adult for ni-no-kuni II and the new spyro trilogy remastered

53. What’s your opinion on DLC these days?depends on the game tbh some of it is good and a lot of ppl who make mods are rly talented but sometimes the big companies just make dlc to make more money so it can be rly shitty so it’s kinda a 50/50

54. Do you give in to Steam sales?heck yes rn i’m waiting for house flipper to go on sale bc i’ve been waiting for it to come out since i found out abt it

55. Did you ever make someone you hated in the Sims and did mean stuff to them?no my style of playing the sims was more along the lines of make a hundred houses that are all P Much The Same House and making a hundred familys and never playing literally any of them hadflskja;sdfjdslkhja i just liked building stuff and that’s why i’m pissed abt how much they changed the sims three bc it used to be Way Better

56. Did you ever play Roller Coaster Tycoon and kill off your guests?we didn’t have it but i did have zoo tycoon and i’d release the dinosaurs sometimes

57. Did you ever play a game to 100% or get all of the achievements?legend of spyro the eternal night

58. If you can only play 3 games for the rest of your life, which ones do you pick?uh!!! that’s too much pressure and i would get so bored playing them for the rest of my life even if i loved them so i will not choose

59. Do you play any cell phone games?sort of? i’m big into abyssrium and i like viridi if those Count?

60. Do you know the Konami Code???????????????????????? guess not

61. Do you trade in your games or keep them forever?keep them forever!

62. Ever buy a console specifically to play one game?i got the last guardian before getting the ps4 does that answer ur question? (jk that is not the only reason i wanted and got the ps4 but it was One big reason)

63. Ever go to a gaming convention or tournament? nah

64. Ever make a TV or monitor purchase based on what would be best for gaming?not really? i just use whatever i currently have bc i am lame

65. Ever have a Game Genie, Game Shark or Action Replay? Did it ever mess up your game’s save file?nope

66. Did you ever have have an old Nokia with Snake on it?not a nokia but we had this one handheld thing that had a bunch of games in it that included snake i just can’t remember what it was it had like letters and numbers and it needed like regular batteries and you could only play the games that came programmed on it

67. Do you have a happy gaming-related childhood memory you want to share?i cannot think of any right off the top of my head even though i know i played a lot of video games and loved them when i was little. hm it might not count as like a gaming-related childhood memory and more of just a memory of a game but we did have one really interesting little game that i absolutely loved i think we only rented it but u were a scientist who could turn into a mouse and it was absolutely amazing i loved it i have no idea what it was called hm

68. Ever save up a ton of tickets in an arcade to get something cool?not really we didn’t have arcades around where i grew up

69. In your opinion, best game ever made? there are a lot of rly good ones i can’t choose a best game

70. Very first game you ever beat? like i told anon i’m p sure it was crash bandicoot warped

WHEW this was rly fun thank u for enabling me it took me like two hours to answer this i’m so happy. ilu 2 man hope ur day has been rad!

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wilwywaylan · 8 years ago

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52 questions - The Devil and Us. AHAHAH. (or Ruud / Kiyoshi / Sakae, basically)

Big steps in the relationship !

0. But, how did they meet ? Kiyoshi met Sakae when she went into the first bar she found to drink a few litters of sake after an experiment turned very, very bad and almost burnt her laboratory to the ground. Sakae gently steered her away from the alcohol after the first hour, and listened to her rants. They quickly became friends, because you have to when you spend two hours crying on someone’s shoulder. Sakae started helping her by looking after Pavel when she was busy, and one thing led to another…They both met Ruud when Kiyoshi founded Konohana Laboratories and recruited him for the cafeteria. They had a good relationship from the start because Ruud is very easy-going and open. Sakae and him spent hours discussing their tastes in music, and Sakae’s feelings started to shift a bit. He felt guilty, and told Kiyoshi about it because you don’t hide that kind of things from your partner. Luckily, Kiyoshi found their cook very nice and lovable too, and the rest is history.

1. Who made the first move / who kissed who first ? Pavel did the first move when he started calling Sakae “daddy” (or “coffee daddy” when he wanted a reaction from him). Kiyoshi just took it in stride.Ruud made the first move when he kissed Sakae after a heated discussion about the use of saxophones in modern music. He blamed it on the alcohol he put in the sauce. Sakae was graceful enough not to point that there wasn’t any alcohol in the sauce.

2. Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first ? Kiyoshi doesn’t really have to tell Pavel, because he’s the one starting the whole thing (with the “calling him daddy” thing). When things become serious, she calls her mothers all excited and tells them ALL about that nice bartender she meets. Sakae takes a bit more time before announcing it, but Shizuka can’t really be fooled, and he already knows that his brother likes Kiyoshi.When they decide to add Ruud to their couple, they don’t talk right now about it. Because let’s be real, not many people are very enthusiastic when they hear about poly relationships. Shizuka is the only one who knows at first because he seems to know everything (or eavedrops a lot). It’s only after a while that they start talking about it, and even then, they only drop hints at first. It’s a good idea, but useless, because all the parents combined (which means LOTS of parents) are very happy to hear that their respective child found love. Even with crazy people.

3. What do their family/friends think of their relationship ? A new daddy, who’s fun and likes to listen to music and makes jokes ? It’s heaven for tiny Pavel ! And he immediatly takes a liking in the strange man who plays with him and keeps dinosaur toys under the bar. He’s older when Ruud joins the group, but he adopts him as easily. After all, he’s nice, he tells awesome stories, and he’s an awesome cook !Shizuka likes Kiyoshi and Ruud. They are nice, they aren’t complicated, and they take good care of his brother. What more could he ask for ?Same goes for their respective families. Kiyoshi’s mothers are very happy to see her with such nice gentlemen. And if she needs two of them, well, more power to her ! Ruud’s family is a bit more weirded out by the situation, because they certainly didn’t raise him like that. But then again, with his diploma and his gaudy santiags, Ruud is already the odd number, so they don’t really mind. As for Sakae’s parents, they don’t judge because they don’t really care. Sakae is happy, more than he was before, and even better : instant grandson !Scarlett doesn’t mind her boss having two boyfriends. In fact, she kinda ships them. Kiyoshi is not sure it’s a perfect situation, but eh. It’s cool.Calymène thinks that it’s super awesome. Not only are they, like, super cute and everything, but it shows that in their universe, living with two other people is accepted. Kiyoshi, Ruud and Sakae are his role model (same for the other two).And Ilya just doesn’t care.

4. Which couple/family are they closest to ? Almost everyone in Kiyoshi’s firm. But some of them aren’t family because Scarlett, and who’d want to marry Klaus Klaus, Camille and Apollinaire, who are a weird family in their own right. THen, there are Ilya, and Ludwig, and lots of other people. And Shizuka and his weird people that no one really know what their relationship is. And Calymène and his two weirdos. IT’s really hard to say.

5. When do they move together ? Where and how ? Kiyoshi and Sakae take some time before moving together. Kiyoshi is happy to be a free woman without any chains (her son doesn’t count as a chain), and Sakae has been a bit burned already, so he’s wary about moving too fast. So they take the time to know each other well enough before moving together. Finally, after severa months, Sakae moves all his belongings into Kiyoshi’s flat, which is bigger and nicer. It’s faster with Ruud. Sakae and Kiyoshi are more secure in their relationship, especially Sakae, and Ruud doesn’t seem to be the kind of man who worries too much. He just says that it’s okay, if it doesn’t work, he’ll move out and find something else. He moves in too, in a flat that’s now big enough for four persons, settles all his stuff, especially mountains of books that invade all free spaces and strange stuff like skulls and necklaces and papers. The flat seems a bit smaller now, but they make it work. And it’s perfect.

6. Who proposes and how ? Sadly, there’s no proposal or wedding. As advanced their society is, there’s still no legal recognition for a polyamorous relationship. So they are just content with wearing matching rings, and being atrociously cute (and embarrassing Pavel, of course).

7. Where do they go on their honeymoon ? Take a guess ! It's a flat country, there are lots of tulips, wooden shoes, and Van Gogh. And they bike everywhere. And they take pics with those wooden shoes, in the middle of a field of tulips, in front of a windmill. While wearing Van Gogh shirts. The quantity of Netherlands in the pic is over the moon. (They visit, of course, they meet Ruud's family and take lots of other pics. But they love cranking up the Netherland factor to weird out people.)

Let’s talk about sex~

8. Who has the biggest kink (and what is it) ? They don’t really have big kinks. Ruud loves when his partners wear his sweaters and nothing else. Sakae insists on some background music.. Kiyoshi doesn’t really have one.

9. Who initiates sex more often ? Honestly, they are very well-matched in that domaine. And sometimes can’t get their hands off each other. Which, of course, Pavel finds very embarrassing. They absolutly don’t care.

10. What kink/kinks turn(s) one (or both) of them off ? They are all quite open-minded about kinks, you have to when you work with Scarlett and parent Pavel. But no, while they tolerate it, everything furry is just met by a blank stare at best. And all of them are turned off by pain play.

11. What’s the craziest place they’d have sex ? Kiyoshi’s office. It’s not that they aren’t audacious, old, or stuffy, or anything. They *are* adventurous. But honestly, having sex with two other people is a bit complicated, and demands some space and logistic. So nothing worse than the office.

12. Who is more aggressive in bed ? Kiyoshi and Sakae are quite well-matched in agressivity levels. Ruud is way more laid back, and quite likes the attention~

13. How does the other person react when their partner wears something special (boots, lingerie, etc.) ? With grand enthousiasm all around ! Kiyoshi and Sakae’s favourite method is to pounce on the person. Ruud may be a bit more reserved, but he’s way more than happy to show his appreciation by his acts.

14. Lights on or off ? Off since Kiyoshi insisted on replacing the lights in their quarters with colored lights. Which kind of give them a feel of having sex in a discotheque. But Kiyoshi likes the soft glow they give.

Quirks and habits

15. What are their quirks while sleeping ? They sleep in the configuration known as the multi-spoon. Ruud is the biggest spoon, and Kiyoshi the smallest one. That way, the cook can hold Sakae and Kiyoshi at the same time, and Kiyoshi is best placed to slip in and out of bed at odd times to work on something-or-other. Sakae quickly learnt that he may have the warmest place, but he absolutly can’t get up once they are in bed. They too have to remember to braid their hair before going to bed, or it’s going to feel like a fishing net in the morning.

16. Who is the morning person/night person ? Ruud is both. Legends say that he never sleeps and just dozes off for a minute or two while his full, five-courses meal is simmering on the stove. Okay, in fact, he does sleep, but only needs five hours of sleep at night. He often stays up late to watch TV or read, or write a paper or maybe save the world, and gets up early to make breakfast, read the paper and probably save the world again. Kiyoshi is a morning person. There’s so much to do, she cannot stay in bed when there’s Science to do ! She’s up at the crack of dawn, ready to tackle the day. But coffee only takes you so far, and at the end of the day, she crashes, and almost has to be carried to bed. As for Sakae… let’s just say he’s more than just a cat lover. More like a cat himself. He’s neither a morning person or a night one, and loves nothing more than staying in bed (except coffee, cats, and bothering Pavel and Ruud). He only gets up on mornings because Kiyoshi kicks him out of bed. And if there’s a lull in their activity during the day, well, it’s the perfect moment for a nap !

17. Who wakes the other one up with kisses ? DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT WAKE UP KIYOSHI, WITH OR WITHOUT KISSES !! This woman may look innocent enough, even in the middle of a transaction, but without her morning coffee, she's a murderous beast. Waking her up means that there's a 50-50 chance to be punched. As for Sakae... the risk is to be caught, grabbed, and dragged back to the bed by some kind of sleepy kraken. So no. No kisses for Ruud on mornings.

18. Who is the romantic one (Valentine’s Day or other) ? It’s a draw. They all love to celebrate their love and make little surprises for each others : planning movie nights or evenings out, cooking or baking, or printing love messages on the wireless printer in Kiyoshi’s office. They love being romantic.

19. Who would lead in ballroom dancing ? They don’t. Ruud knows how to dance… well, the basics, but Kiyoshi isn’t interested at all, and she doesn’t care to learn it. And their conjointed opinion is that Sakae is an uncoordinate little thing on the dancefloor and should come with warning labels (Ruud tried to make him wear a “Human Disaster” button, but it didn’t end well because Sakae emitted the idea that maybe they could pin one on Ruud’s nose).

20. Who is the one to most likely pick the movie they watch ? They play it at rock-paper-scissors. Unless one of them had a difficult day, or isn’t feeling so well. Then that person gets to choose the movie AND be in the middle while on the couch.

21. Who is the one who would pay for dates ? Since they all are breadwinners in the relationship, they take turns. But Kiyoshi insists that she’s given two turns for Sakae’ and Ruud’s ones, because she’s the boss and richer than them and you take that present and shut up.

22. Who takes over the beauty/style department ? No one because, let’s be honest. No one is THAT gifted in the style department. Between waistcoats and black-and-white shoes, pajamas and winged hats, and gaudy santiags and huge sweaters, it’s almost a contest, to see who can wear the weirdest outfits. It doesn’t stop them from trading, because Ruud’s gigantic sweaters are THE BEST (it’s a trade because he gets to wear Kiyoshi’s magic hat which grants super Mario KArt powers.)

23. What would they get each other for gifts ? Gifting Ruud is very easy : books. Lots and lots of books. Novels about fantastic creatures, studies, academic publications… If you can find him an old grimoire or leather-bound tome, he’ll be the happiest. But he loves everything that has to do with fantastic and fantasy, up to the Harry Potter wands he keeps in a display case. And Van Gogh things. All the Van Gogh things.Kiyoshi is quite easy to buy for too. What’s better for a nerdette, mother of nerds, that some nerd material ? But not any nerd material ! The Nerdette Lord will only accept the finest Star Trek DVD, some model ships, or that wonderful diorama of the original Star Gate. Nothing less ! And of course, all kinds of little trinkets because she loves trinkets !At first, Sakae is one of those persons they think will be hard to shop for, with his love of rare jazz records and eclectic tastes. Until they learn that anything cat-related makes him melt and squee. So of course, what could they do but buy ALL the cat figures, plushs, mugs, shirts and others they can find ? He has a whole line of manekineko on the kitchen windowsill, and he loves them to death.

24. Who cusses more ? They all cuss a lot, in japanese, english or dutch. It makes for interesting discussions, and certainly contributes to enlarge everyone’s vocabulary.

25. Who remembers things ? And who forgets the birthdays and anniversaries (and has to be forgiven) ? They are all more or less good at remembering. Sakae is the best, nothing can escape that man, really. He’ll remember the cat’s birthday, Ruud’s first book publication, the appointments with Scarlett to clean her computer…. everything and anything. Strangely, Ruud is the worst. He may know a lot about a ton of things and be an important professor, but he’s forgetful of everything about their everyday life. Except the grocery shopping list. He always remembers this.

26. Who is the bigger cuddler ? Sakae. That man is half-cat, at least. He loves draping himself on the other two. Or lay on their laps. Or cuddle. Or hug. This man is a cuddle fiend.

27. Nicknames for each other ? Sakae is "the cat". Three guesses why. There are a lot of jokes about "letting the cat out" and petting his hair. Kiyoshi is "nerd", with one or several words added before of after. "Queen of Nerd" or "Nerdette Boss" are the favourites. Due to his ability to stay awake for hours on end, Ruud gets different creatures of the night. They tried "vampire", but it tends to make him bite. So they settled on "boogeyman". And make endless jokes about him sleeping under the bed.

28. Who decorates the apartment ? They share. Kiyoshi gets her office, where she can put all the Star Trek posters and drawings from Pavel she wants (even at 20, he still draws potato creatures that only bear a passing ressemblance with anything alive). Ruud gets his own office, where he puts all the strange objects he collects for his books : masks, necklaces, religious objects, and a target with a pic of Anthony Hopkins as Van Helsing glued on it. And Sakae gets his own place in the living room, where his instruments and jazz posters go. The rest of the house is decorated with things they all like : diplomas, family photos and gaudy souvenirs from their countries of origin.

29. Who initiates duets ? More like “who doesn’t”. Sakae and Ruud are always happy to jump on the scene for a bit of karaoke. The struggle is to get the other to sing with them.It works better with non-jazz no-norwegian-metal songs. Kiyoshi always refuses, under the excuse that she can’t sing, but actually, she doesn’t want to miss the show, because Ruud and Sakae singing together is always hilarious.

30. What do they do to cheer each other up ? Sakae is a cuddler. There’s no bad mood that can’t be cured by a cup of your favourite hot beverage and a good, nice, octopussy-style cuddle. Kiyoshi is more of a talker. She won’t try to solve yhe problem if she can’t, because that’s not what is expected, but she’ll make them talk about it, and when they’re done, steer the conversation towards happiee subjects. And then, cuddles. Ruud’s method of course goes through the stomach. A nice dish won’t heal your mind, but it’ll help. And then, he has a second secret weapon : fairytales. He’ll take one of his nice books, sit down, and read them a story. It helps more than you would expect.

Daily life

31. Who is more tech-savvy ? Scarlet Pavel Kiyoshi, of course. When you’re the CEO of an important firm who owns several important pattents, you HAVE to be the most tech-savvy. Or else, the other scientists in the place will throw remotes and microwaves at you (yes. Microwaves. Beware.).

32. Who drinks all of the coffee ? Sakae, but it’s way easier when you’re the one making liters and liters of coffee each day. He allows himself one cup per batch of coffee. At the end of the day, he’s ready to crawl on the wall (not really, he’s mithridatized by now).

33. Who does what chores ? Before Ruud came around, Kiyoshi and Sakae tried their best to share the chores by doing half of them each. It… wasn’t the best. They aren’t slobs, no, but Kiyoshi is a very busy woman, and as much as he loves her, Sakae can’t deny his true nature, which is to look the other way when there are still dishes in the sink. He cooks, sometimes, and does the grocery shopping because he can buy all his favourite microwavable dishes. Kiyoshi tries to clean, but it takes too much time, so she just wipes a bit and vacuums sometimes.When Ruud comes along, he quickly realizes that it won’t do. Not by his standards, anyway. He takes over a lot of the chores, mainly cleaning and cooking. It’s a nice surprise for Kiyoshi and Sakae to get home-cooked meals now. At first, he cleans everything and does the shopping, so it’s done to his liking. But of course, it’s a lot. Cooking during work AND for his partners, plus the cleaning, grocery shopping, laundry… It’s a lot even for a fantastic person like him. So he rearranges the chores attribution for the best. He still cooks, because he loves it. Sakae cleans like no one else can (and often sings while doing it, so much that the others half-expect tiny birds, cats or deers to help him). Kiyoshi takes care of the budget and balances the books. And they all go grocery shopping together, where Kiyoshi finds the best deals, and Sakae begs to get tasty things.

34. Who kills the bugs ? Probably the animals, honestly. Dinosaurs love bugs.

35. Who makes the bed in the mornings ? The only one who could is Sakae because he’s the last one to get up. Except that he doesn’t care at all about the state of the bed. Especially if he uses the afternoon to catch a little nap and mess it more.

36. Who starts getting into holidays way before they should ? RUUD !! Because it means HOLIDAYS MEALS ! EGGNOG !! RABBIT STEW !! MOCHIS !! HAM !! TURKEY !! TEA !! SO MANY FOODS TO COOK !! It’s wonderful ! AND THEN YOU CAN DECORATE !! TURN YOUR HOUSE INTO HOLIDAYS WONDERLAND !! SO MUCH TO DO !

37. Who initiates the couple selfies ? More like :who doesn’t ?

38. Who always ends up with too much junk food after grocery shopping ? They are all guilty of it, with different junk food. After all, they all need something to snack on while they are working. Sakae loves everything seaweed-based. It’s sometimes hard to find in their shops, but he’s ready to make an extra effort to get some. Kiyoshi rather likes nuts, and always has a small box of them around. And Ruud would almost kill for crackers, especially if he has a nice cheese to go with them.

39. Who asks to keep the abandoned kitten/puppy they find in the rain ? You’d think it’s Sakae, because CATS !!, but it’s a draw with Pavel. Don’t underestimate a child’s interest for the poor little animals forgotten in the rain and looking at them with huge, teary eyes. But out of the three, Sakae is the most likely to keep all those adorable kittens. Because kittens. (Kittens can be used for any animals he wants to adopt, like puppies, ermines and dinosaurs.)

40. So how many pets, and who rememebers to feed them ? They each have their own personnal dinosaur or prehistoric animal. Ruud got an archaeopteryx that sits on his shoulder from time to time, and tries to steal the sugar cubes. Sakae tries to teach it to sing jazz standards. For now, not such luck. Sakae himself got a baby smilodon who loves to rub against his legs. Kiyoshi doesn’t need to own a dinosaur, since all dinosaurs are her by pr

41. Who gets babied when they’re sick ? Mostly Kiyoshi and Sakae. Ruud is the best at babying people, all medecine and chicken soup and extra pillows and stories and hands on foreheads. On the other hand, when he’s sick, Kiyoshi and Sakae do try, of course, they want to make him feel well soon, and not only because the house tends to turn into a nightmare. So they try to sooth him and feed him, but honestly, it gets way better when Pavel learns the precious recipe of the chicken soup.

42. Who brings breakfast to bed ? No one. First, because they all have to work very early in the morning. Second, because making breakfast for a hoard of hungry people is Ruud and Sakae’s job. Third, because Sakae’s infamous lack of coordination as soon as he hears the slightest note of jazz would compromize the integrity of their breakfast.

43. Who has sole posession of the T.V. remote ? It’s a long fight. Really long. Always get resolved by treachery and low blows (and tickles) (and kisses).

44. Who comes home drunk at 3am ? They probably all come home drunk at the same time, walking on each other feet and stumbling all the way until they fall in a weird pile on the bed.

45. What do they do when they’re away from each other ? Ruud and Sakae are away from Kiyoshi a good part of the day, so it’s not hard. But for the argument, let’s wonder what they do when each of them is on their own.When Ruud’s away, it means that either he’s doing an important presentation, signing his books, or doing research. Which means he’s Very Very busy. He takes time to call the other two, send them pics and texts, and he works. And works. And works. The others watch all the crappy vampire movies he hates and eat in bed. When Kiyoshi is away for something something science, she tries to communicate as much as she can, but often gets very distracted. Ruud and Sakae put their music very loud in every room and headbang on it. When Sakae is away, for a family reason or a concert, Kiyoshi and Ruud put on boring documentaries and invade every available space with their books and papers. And they work very late in the night.

46. What are they afraid of ? Honestly, beside the usual fear of something happening to her loved ones, Kiyoshi doesn’t fear much anymore. While trying to break in the genetic enginery industry, she was always afraid of missing, of failing, and being forever branded as an idiot trying to play with the grown-ups. The smallest misstep would have been a disaster. Now that her reputation is assured and won’t be jeopardized by a fail, she feels way better.Sakae is always afraid that his partners will leave with someone more interesting than him. He’s not that educated, barely completed high school, and being the best at Trivial Pursuit doesn’t really compensate for the lack of a diploma. He tries to comfort himself by remembering that Kiyoshi and Ruud chose him while knowing his academics, and don’t mind in the slightest. But sometimes, it’s hard.Ruud doesn’t feel like he doesn’t have really valid reasons to fear or worry. But go and tell this to his brain. It doesn’t take much : something he got wrong in a paper, a dish he messed… It snowballs until he fells really bad, and he has to find ways to cheer himself up without the others noticing, because their problems are way bigger than his, and he doesn’t want to bother them.

47. How often do they fight ? There are several kinds of fight with them : - Good natured bickering about EVERYTHING : every five minutes, does not need to be resolved- Good natured bickering that became SERIOUS because it’s an IMPORTANT matter : once a day, resolved with a good pun or a hug- SERIOUS FIGHT ABOUT SERIOUS ISSUES WITH LOTS OF THINGS YELLED BACK AND FORTH : something like once a month. They do try to communicate calmly, but they are very passionnate people. Usually resolved by a good conversation once they have cooled off. You would think Ruud would be the calm middle man, but don’t be fooled by that nice behavior. Once riled up, he’s wild. So it can take some time before it gets back to normal.

48. What would they do if the other one was hurt ? Probably take care of the hurt person. They aren’t fighters or superheroes, just normal persons. So they’ll take extra-care of the hurt one, bringing them food and pillows and hugs and cats and everything.

And once they have kids…

49. How many kids ? Just one, and it’s actually Kiyoshi and Ilya’s son, after a one-night stand. Pavel is quite happy to be a single child, he has the entire attention of THREE parents ! When Kiyoshi met Sakae, he made friends with Pavel almost instantly, even keeping dinosaur toys behind the bar for him when Kiyoshi was busy and he had to pick him at school. When they met Ruud, it was even easier because Pavel was almost an adult, and it went very smoothly. They go along greatly, and Pavel sees Ruud and Sakae as his real family, not Ilya. The only disagreement between them comes from their music, because Ruud and Sakae

50. Who is the stricter parent ? Kiyoshi. Sakae doesn’t really want to be a strict presence in Pavel’s life, and she doesn’t want him to be either. Besides, Pavel listens to him as much as every other adult he knows, but not more. Mommy is the strictest, but Mommy’s word is law, because Mommy is a scientist and knows everything.Ruud doesn’t really enter the equation. Pavel was a teenager when Sakae and Kiyoshi met him, and he never played a role in his education. Children are too annoying, and he can’t cook them to make them shut up.

51. Who stays up late helping with homework ? Depends. Kiyoshi did her best while Pavel was young, but she was a very busy woman, and she couldn’t always help. When Sakae entered in her life, he took over… what he could, of course. Because he’s very cultivated, but some things sill escape him. So Shizuka steps up. With him, science and maths become ridiculously easy. Sakae could do without the fun experiments that wreck the kitchen, though.

52. Who likes to take the family out and for what ? EXHIBITIONS ! SCIENCE ! MUSEUMS ! CONCERTS ! CONVENTIONS ! RESTAURANTS !! SO MANY THINGS TO DO ! They’d need at least three or four lives to do everything they want. Almost every week-end, they go out with or without Pavel to do something fun.

#lumeha #konohana kiyoshi #sakae #ruud van der loewe #you and me and the devil make three #LOOK #I DID IT #long post #but how fun they are !

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[MF] "Namesake" - first short story, open to critique - 2532 words.

Kiara Driscoll scrolled through the lives of others, lamenting that she was not living them. Driscoll watched from afar as the people she passed on the street rushed to something important. She was less than a cog in the machine, the smallest cogs at least served a purpose. Her position as an office manager for the Human Resources Department of a multi-national Student-Loan corporation held no responsibilities beyond restocking pens people didn’t use and rotating K-Cup flavors people didn’t drink.Her classmates were fulfilling dreams in faraway destinations.

She racked up screen time on her dilapidated fold-out in one of those city-adjacent towns filled with residents that desperately wanted to call part of the actual city. Any attempt at recreating the “candid” photos of her peers spontaneously laughing before a group photo or meeting a touring artist was hindered greatly by the lack of returned notifications on her phone.

The Email notification in the corner of her monitor at 8:34 am from Carl who sat 15 feet away interrupted her morning perusal of Facebook engagements and prayer requests. After filling the tray with paper readily available to anyone in need of something to print on, Kiara sat back down and received no further communication.At 9:48 a phone rang - on the fifth ring she realized it was the phone on her desk, one she had never heard make a noise before. As the receiver reached her ear she recited what she thought was the standard company greeting, “Merit Lending, Kiara Driscoll speaking” it was the full sentence she spoke for 20 minutes.

The man holding court on the other end of the line was Malcolm Johnson, a 29-year-old car salesman that wanted answers. Car buyers skipped the hoard of salesmen and requested him to make a deal. His commission was reaching its limit yet he was struggling to pay rent, frequently skipped payments on his car, and ate ramen noodles as he watched TV on the 5 channels his interior antenna picked up. He wasn’t asking Kiara why he was struggling, he knew why he was asking Kiara why she and her company insisted on continuing their predatory policies that are putting people like him in such desperate situations. It was like he was audibly retweeting memes over the phone, “Why can’t I get a $20,000 business loan but when I’m 18 I can commit to a $200,000 loan just to go to school?”

“Sir, I don’t--” Kiara started to tell Malcolm she has nothing to do with policies, how she just makes sure the custodian dusts every once in a while.“You DO I know who you are and I know what you do. You lobby the government and go on NPR to tell us all we are lazy and need to just figure it out and get a 2nd and 3rd job to pay these loans at these rates,” Johnson ranted.

“Sir...NPR? Lobby?”

“Stop playing dumb, I heard your name, Kiara Driscoll, I called and called and your assistant kept answering”

“Assistant? I don’t have an --”“I searched some more, found this direct line, finally got you. You’re going to listen to what I have to say.”NPR, an assistant, lobbyist? None of this described the Kiara Driscoll she was. She tuned Mr. Johnson out and jumped online.

She googled herself (which isn’t rare, she sometimes google’s herself to confirm her lack of digital imprint) and added NPR to the end of the query. It brought up a story from All Things Considered, there she was defending the entire Student Loan industry, spinning the Democratic candidates’ plans of debt forgiveness as fairytales and myths.

She hadn’t said anything in some time so she mixed in an “uh-huh” so Mr. Johnson knew she was still there.Kiara searched her name in the Merit Lending internal staff directory available to HR employees. 2 results populated. There she was, office manager and her office number and extension, and another Kiara Driscoll, with VP next to her name, and an unlisted phone # and email. She clicked through to the personnel file, her namesake held the highest level of clearance in the company. She could make a difference, for better or worse.

Instagram revealed more about this parallel Kiara Driscoll, or KayDee as she called herself in her bio. KayDee lived uptown, within the zip code assigned to Philadelphia, not an off-shoot neighborhood. KayDee took spontaneous photos on exotic beaches. KayDee mingled with rock stars and had private tables at celebrity chefs’ restaurants. KayDee was single like her, but always around someone, or with someone, lack of human contact was not something they shared like they did a name.

“SO WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?” Johnson interjected into Kiara’s investigation of KayDee.

“Sir, there’s nothing I can do...I’m not who--,” Kiara stopped, still pouring over the pages detailing how someone with the same name, from the same part of the country, only a few years older, could hold so much more power at the same company and feel so much more fulfilled than she.

“Fine, I can help,” Driscoll relents. “Give me your account information and I will get back to you.”

Johnson was over the moon, he said anything to help make the payments easier is all he asked for. He thanked Kiara more in 20 seconds than she had heard during her 4 years on the job. She smiled to herself and pretended it was no big deal and told him to watch his account in the coming days.Hanging up she felt invigorated. She went about her day with a new stride, new energy. It wasn’t reciprocated, but that didn’t matter, she was going to do something that made a difference. But how?

She needed clearance to get to anyone’s accounts from the back end. She needed KayDee’s clearance. Inconsequential as an office manager is, she didn’t have full access to KayDee’s file, just the basic stuff, birthday, birthplace, and a few other minor details. No passwords, no lock codes for her office door. She would need to get on a computer with more access to that information.

When Susan, there’s always a Susan in HR, left for lunch, Kiara snuck into her office as fast as she could so the computer wouldn’t go to sleep. Once on, she went to the same personnel file she was on before, but this time there was considerably more to pour through. Much to her chagrin, the 2nd largest student-loan company in the country had higher cyber-security than her post-it note of various login credentials. There was a completed field for “account access password” that was asterisked out. “*******” was all that was available to her. 7 characters, no hints.Back on Instagram, Driscoll started sifting through the hashtags KayDee used - #ThirstyThursday, #Wanderlust, #livelaughlove (groan), nothing stood out, but she seemed happiest when she was hashtagging #RVA. Back on the staff directory, “Birthplace: Richmond, Virginia”.

She put in RVA and was still 4 characters short. Instead of truly guessing, she looked to the file on her computer one more time. She was born on May 13th, 1980. RVA1980 was the first combo she put into the Accounts Portal and it was the only one she needed. Cyber-Security at your company is only as strong as your employee’s passwords.

It was too risky to do anything more so Kiara closed out of all of the windows and went back to her desk to finish out her day. At home, she waited until 8:30 pm, once she knew KayDee was nowhere near a work computer. The Instagram story from a high-end wine bar confirmed that.Kiara signed onto the account portal and found Mr. Johnson pretty quickly. He had $100,000 to go, he probably told her that on the phone but her mind was elsewhere. She had told him, and her plan remained to just make his payments manageable, make the loan less predatory. Then she remembered his gratitude, and more importantly how it made her feel and found the option to delete the account altogether. 2 clicks later and it was done. $100K, more with interest... gone. Johnson was going to flip and call her a hero, she couldn’t wait.

She stared at the phone all morning. She had heard nothing by 10 a.m., however, it was payment day, so maybe Johnson was avoiding checking his account for fear of seeing the red numbers pile up.10:15, “Merit Lending, Kiara Driscoll speaking”, she made sure to sit up straight and speak a bit slower to sound more official.“The fuck did you do?”It was Johnson, he sounded angry for some reason.“Sir, I helped you.”“I mean, I know that, but can you do that? Is this allowed!?”

“Sir, I am the VP of Customer Accounts, I run the accounts department, I can make these types of decisions for the right cases,” the lie felt good rolling off of Kiara’s tongue, her posture continued to improve.“Thank you, lady, you saved me, I feel like I can breathe again! What can I do for you? What do I owe you?” you could hear Johnson pacing excitedly through his apartment complex, wanting to tell everyone but unsure if he should.“Don’t worry about it, just pay it forward,” Kiara cringed at her self-help cliche, but it struck a chord with Johnson.“Yes! Yes, I will - today is a new day! Thank you!”

Kiara put her phone down calmly, but couldn’t help but let out a small “woo!” as she felt like she was finally being recognized for something. She had to keep it to herself, but she wanted to post to her facebook, twitter, and Instagram about her nobility and willingness to help others.Within a few hours coworkers started to see Kiara’s stride pick up and elongate, she suddenly held eye contact and handshakes to an uncomfortable length. As she packed up her things (just her keys and purse) her phone rang again.“Merit Lending, Kiara Driscoll speaking”, she was a pro now.

“I hear you can help people,” the voice on the other line said as if he watched a mob movie to rehearse his line.“I do what I can.”Where is this confidence coming from? Kiara thought.

The man, Richard Podolski, 40, was still under a mountain of debt and was staring at another set of loans a few years down the line as his daughter matriculated toward her “dream school” of Yale.“Why can’t kids dream of PSU-Fayette?”

“Hey, kid’s gotta dream. Let me log on tonight and see what I can do, Richard, give me a little time,” Kiara had this down pat now.She kept signing on at 8:30 pm and free people of financial burdens by 8:32. They’d call the next day at 10:15 and a friend of theirs would call at 4:55, repeating the cycle all over again.

Kiara got high on the compliments and praise. She started following the clients on Instagram and twitter and watched as they lived their lives to the fullest without that shadow over their heads. They were going on vacations, committing to each other through marriage, and feeling comfortable enough to bring a child into this world, just living. She was still on her couch, still alone, but now she was the one responsible for their joy.

There was the grandparents calling on behalf of their soon to be Cal-Berkely Alumnae, surprising her with a clean slate.

The couple from South Bend that loved their miracle triplets after years of trying to conceive, but are now facing a life behind-the-eight-ball as the boys graduate.The bank manager that can’t dig themselves out of their financial hole.

The list grew for a few weeks. Her schedule was impeccable.8:30pm-8:32 pm relieve someone of soul-crushing debt10:15 am the next day they call and thank her profusely4:55 pm as she walks out the door, a new problem to solve.

This ritual didn’t leave her much time to live the life she had planned in her head, but people appreciated her so she was chalking that up as a victory.

Eventually, she found herself in another dead in routine. The people she was helping were living their lives, she was watching from the couch. The more she thought about what she was doing to help these people, she only saw it as a burden. She felt beholden by them and started to lose joy with each fix she performed as the callers expected more and became entitled to the service she was performing.

Eventually, Kiara had to make rules she was getting so many calls. They needed to be over $50,000 in debt, they needed to pitch TO her, there needed to be a wow factor for her to feel anything anymore. It had become another monotonous, thankless habit she performed mindlessly.“One more call,” she told herself after hanging up with someone who didn’t even seem excited to not have to worry about the loan ever again.

She waited until 4:55 pm and said “Merit Lending, Kiara Driscoll speaking”, one last time.

The last call started like the first call, she didn’t get a word in for the first 10 minutes, the woman on the other end had passion, she wasn’t just asking for a handout, she was asking for a lifeline.

This was the first call since Johnson that made her excited. What was odd was she cared about the caller, Mrs. Elliott. Kiara was happy this would be her last call, go out on the highest plane of nobility.8:30 came around and it was time to sign on. R-V-A-1-9-8-0. Denied. Must have mistyped it. R-V-A-1-9-8-0. Nope.

Instagram always had the answers. She signed on and KayDee had a new story, clicking on it was just a black screen with text. “No idea how this happened, do understand it. On to better things, I guess.”NPR offered answers yet again. In a story posted at 8:29, KayDee, or Kiara Driscoll, VP of Customer Accounts at Merit Lending has been terminated for secretly removing accounts and canceling debts of over 25 people, totaling in nearly 1 million dollars in debt removed from the books.

The story was on 27 minutes old and was shared thousands of times. The comment section was a unanimous chorus singing her praises. Memes were popping up by the second. Kiara was hitting F5 constantly, frantic to see her work credited to someone by the same name and without any of the work to earn it.

Kiara’s name is the #4 trending story in the United States, but she was never pictured, it's her namesake every time. Interviews on all the daytime shows followed, the person she impersonated now impersonating her, telling her story, taking her credit. The people SHE had helped were with KayDee on set, thanking her, inviting her on trips, having their kids hug her. Experiencing things Kiara could never imagine doing herself. No matter what she did or how hard she tried.

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moonlit-stay · 1 year ago

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FUCKING HELP ME

ANTON LEE???? ON THE MAIN INSTAGRAM FEED??????

SOMEBODY FUCKING SEDATE ME

I need him to use his strong arms to pin me down and fuck me senseless so, so bad. I can't fucking think straight.

Thinking about Anton with a size and strength kink...

He loves how tiny you look layed out all pretty underneath him as he forces his length in you inch by inch as you squirm and whine out a soft little, "t-too big!"

He softly shushes you in his quiet, calming voice, whispering lowly in your ear, "shh, s'okay, baby. You can take all of me, I know you can." Your breath getting caught in your throat before you choke out a moan as he bottoms out inside you.

He loves pinning your hips to the bed, using his strength to hold you in place as he pounds you into the mattress. Moans spilling past his lips and mixing with your own sounds of pleasure as he watches you thrash between his grip, knowing you can't do anything but lay there and take everything he's giving you, but you both know how much you love it.

I CANNOT DO THIS SHIT ANYMORE.

@bearbeom we were just talking about him, too...

#moon's multi rants <8 #moon's multi tings <3 #riize smut #riize anton smut

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snowlily95 · 8 years ago

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Fanfiction meme

Fandom Questions

1. What was the first fandom you got involved in? Naruto

2. What is your latest fandom? Prince of Stride? If you mean fanfic contribution then Ace of Diamond.

3. What is the best fandom you’ve ever been involved in? JE Fandom simply becoz I had more time for it and I participated in fic exchange and fic challenges.

4. Do you regret getting involved in any fandoms? Nah, why should I?

5. Which fandoms have your written fanfiction for? JE, Naruto, Dragon Ball, CNBLUE, Fairy Tail, Ace of Diamond, Kuroko’s Basketball, Final Fantasy 7.

6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in. JE: JinDa, Naruto: ShikaTema, SaiIno. Dragon Ball: VegeBul. CNBLUE: Tom & Jerry LOL. Fairy Tail: Gruvia, JerZa. Ace of Diamond: KuraMiyu. Kuroko’s Basketball: not a fan. FF7: Zerith.

7. List your NoTPs from each fandom you’ve been in. None.

8. How did you get involved in your latest fandom? Recommended by @sarapyon xD

9. What are the best things about your current fandom? The pairings are deep and meaningful. They’re cute too! And fun to write.

10. Is there a fandom you read fic from but don’t write in? A lot. LOL. One Piece, Fullmetal Alchemist, all the shoujo animes basically.

Ship Questions for your Current Fandom

11. Who is your current OTP? Gruvia, JerZa, ShikaTema, SaiIno, Zerith, RoyAi

12. Who is your current OT3? Naho, Naruse, Suwa (Orange)

13. Any NoTPs? None

14. Go on, who are your BroTPs? If Final Fantasy counts, then Noctis, Ignis, Prompto and Gladiolus.

15. Is there an obscure ship which you love? Hmm, I’m rather vocal with my opinions tbh

16. Are their any popular ships in your fandom which you dislike? I hate Sasuke LOL But I love SasuSaku so that might not count.

17. Who was your first OTP and are they still your favourite? VegeBul. Yes, they are. Forever!

18. What ship have you written the most about? Gruvia

19. Is there a ship which you wished you could get behind, but you just don’t feel them? MiyuSawa from Ace of Diamond.

20. Any ships which you surprised yourself by liking? SaiIno. I mean, why would I love them that much? I dont understand! xD

Author Questions

21. What was the first fanfic you ever wrote? OhkuDa from JE.

22. Is there anything you regret writing? Not particularly about any fic, but I regret not finishing my JE fandom fic and some other fandoms made me leave some fics undone.

23. Name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond of & explain why you like it. For one shot, Living Proof. I think I captured a lot of things in that one shot and it gives an overall different perspective in SaiIno relationship. I have to say that it is the work I’m most proud of. And for multichaps, then Make My Heart Beat. I’ve always dreamed to inspire people through my writing so I’m happy that people got inspired by that Gruvia fic.

24. What fic do you desperately need to rewrite or edit? Make My Heart Beat. Too many grammar mistakes. Well, basically all of my fic though.

25. What’s your most popular fanfic? Make My Heart Beat

26. How do you come up with your fanfic titles? I think about the theme of the story and what I wanted to focus on the most.

27. What do you hate more: Coming up with titles or writing summaries? Titles

28. If someone were to draw a piece of fanart for your story, which story would it be and what would the picture be of? Of Fate and Miracles. I’d want to see Juvia in her Kyudo outfit with Gray.

29. Do you have a beta reader? Why/Why not? No, coz my schedule of writing varies so much that even when I have betas before, I lost contact with them sooner.

30. What inspires you to write? My life

31. What’s the nicest thing someone has ever said about your writing? That my story is meaningful and inspiring.

32. Do you listen to music when you write or does music inspire you? If so, which band or genre of music does it for you? Music inspires me. I listen to rock songs normally, but motivational country or ballad songs are good for me too.

33. Do you write oneshots, multi-chapter fics or huuuuuge epics? All? LOL

34. What’s the word count on your longest fic? 122,000 words.

35. Do you write drabbles? If so, what do you normally write them about? Yes, in JE fandom. I write about friendships mostly, and my drabbles are usually far deeper than my one-shots and multichaps that people need to read twice to really get the double meaning.

36. What’s your favourite genre to write? Slice of life and adventures.

37. First person or third person - what do you write in and why? Third person. I can expand the plot more. First person is too limited in driving the story.

38. Do you use established canon characters or do you create OCs? Established canon as much as possible. Only when I have no choice then I create an OC.

39. What is you greatest strength as a writer? I dont know LOL. Do I even have one? XD

40. What do you struggle the most with in your writing? Fighting scenes

Fanfiction Questions

41. List and link to 5 fanfics you are currently reading: Bred-In-The-Bone of Gruvia, Steal-A-Heart, Noir of Miraxus, Howl at the Midgar Moon of Zerith, The Bush Clover of SaiIno.

42. List and link to 5 fanfiction authors who are amazing: I think there are a lot of them and I cant really list them all. But I love works from randomteenager, StoryQuipster, Freyjabee, BonneyQ and Ladie Fuyuki.

43. Is there anyone in your fandom who really inspires you? A lot LOL. There are a lot of awesome people in fandom and they amused me without fail!

44. What ship do you feel needs more attention? RoyAi. Like… They’re the best pairing ever and they dont even get a closure. So sad…

45. What is your all time favourite fanfic? A lot and most of them are left unfinished. But some finished ones like Heartaches & Devotion (Gruvia), Shadow (Zerith), and a few other great one shots

46. If someone was to read one of your fanfics, which fic would you recommend to them and why? New Day of SasuSaku becoz I want people to understand there exists forgiveness no matter how huge the sin was. It’s all within us

47. Archive Of Our Own, Fanfiction.net or Tumblr - where do you prefer to post and why? Fanfiction.net coz I dont have AO3 account and Tumblr is too general a blog

48. Do you leave reviews when you read fanfiction? Why/Why not? Yes. I love letting people know what I think of their writing. It shows the writer what the reader thinks behind his writing

49. Do you care if people comment/reblog your writing? Why/why not? I do. I care to know what people see through my fic and sometimes, they see things I even dont in my own fic and that’s interesting

50. How did you get into reading and/or writing fanfiction? I was excited with the Naruto fandom then I googled them and boom, fanfics! LOL

51. Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate in the world of fanfiction! Hateful destructive comments. If you dont like it, leave it. Dont make life complicated.

#fanfic meme #ship meme #fandom meme #meme #fairy tail #ace of diamond #prince of stride alternative #gruvia #zerith #Vegebul #saiino #shikatema #jerza #sasusaku

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moonlit-stay · 1 year ago

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WHEN I TELL YOU MY JAW HIT THE FUCKING FLOOR????

You know I have to run my fucking mouth now...

These two images make me think of sex on a beach with Sungchan...

You're staying at a secluded beach resort with Sungchan for your anniversary, spending the day enjoying the warm rays of sun and the equally warm, clear water until the sun begins to set. Sitting in the sand, pulled close into Sungchan's side, your head leaning against his shoulder as you both watch the setting sun decorate the sky in orange hues.

Even after the sun has set completely and darkness has replaced the orange glow, you stay pressed into Sungchan's side. You feel him gently draw shapes where his hand rests against your waist and it causes goosebumps to rise against the surface of your skin. He turns to press open-mouthed kisses along your neck, and you let out a soft, involuntary moan at his unexpected actions.

He smirks in response, as he always does. He loves how easy it is for him to get you right where he wants you, working you up so you're just as needy as he is. Seeing you walk around in nothing but your bikini all day had Sungchan's head spinning, and for most of the day, he had to do everything in his power to keep his hands to himself and not fuck you in a public place in broad daylight.

Now that it was dark and the beach was empty, he saw no reason to hold himself back any longer, not that he would be able to even if he tried. You just look so good and the only thing he could think about is how good it would feel to have you bouncing on his cock as his broad, defined back presses into the cool sand.

He moves to press his lips to yours, pulling you on top of him as he leans back into the sand. He lets out a breath when his warm skin hits the cool sand, and you use this opportunity to lick into his mouth. Sungchan's hands grip at your hips, hastily guiding you to grind on him. He's already so hard and you almost break the kiss to ask him just how long he's been thinking about this.

He lets you take over and continue to roll your hips against his as he leans his head back into the sand. You watch his Adam's apple bob with every groan that leaves his lips and you can't help but attach your lips to his neck.

It wasn't long after Sungchan felt your lips on his skin that he was moving to pull his swim shorts down just enough before pulling your bikini bottoms to the side. His mind goes blank when he feels you sink down on him, taking all of him until your hips are flush against his.

He knows there's no way you're gonna be able to keep quiet, not when he's fucking up into you with so much force he has to keep a tight grip on your hips so you don't fall backwards, but he can't find it in him to care when he's finally getting what he's craved all day.

These two images make me think of sex in the water with Sungchan...

You stand on the shore, admiring how beautiful your surroundings are before you redirect your attention to your boyfriend. You watch as Sungchan swims through the crystal clear water, the sun highlighting the definition in his muscles with every move he makes.

Eventually he takes notice of your staring and motions you over with a quick nod of his head. When you shake your head in response, he slowly makes his way over to you, a shit eating grin plastered across his face. You slowly start backing away from the shoreline, immediately knowing what he's planning. For every step you take backwards, he takes two steps forward, and as his torso slowly emerges from the water, you have to fight yourself to stay focused as you watch the water cascade down his toned body as he steps closer to land.

When he steps into the shallow part of the water, you book it. Sprinting along the shore towards the general direction of where you both are staying. You're fast, but Sungchan's faster, and he catches you within minutes, throwing you over his shoulder and walking back towards the shore. Loud laughter leaves you both as he listens to your pleas, feeling you cling to him as he steps back into the shallows.

He moves you from your spot on his shoulder to against his chest, holding you against him as he walks you both deeper into the water. You continue clinging to him, mumbling under your breath that he's mean, and he just chuckles in response.

Once you both are fully submerged, he pulls your thighs to wrap around his waist. He loves having you this close, especially in a public setting like this. It gives him a sense of peace knowing you're safe in his arms.

Occasionally, he feels you squirm in his hold or readjust your hold around his neck, and every time you do, he feels your core brush against his length. He knows you don't mean to, and for a minute he almost feels bad for how painfully hard he's getting, but he just can't help it. Especially when he feels the amount of heat radiating from your core, something he didn't notice until now.

You feel him resting hot and heavy right under your ass, and you pull your head away from his shoulder to look at him. When you look into his eyes, you can tell he's feeling slightly apologetic, and you move to kiss up his neck until you reach his ear.

"It's okay," you whisper against the shell of his ear, loosening your grip around him so your body drops a little bit and your core comes into direct contact with his length. "Let me help you, Channie."

His head drops to your shoulder as he lets out a groan. He feels your hand slip into his swim shorts before you gently wrap your hand around him. His hips buck into you involuntarily and you pull him out of his swim shorts before pulling your bikini bottoms to the side and letting him push into you.

An overwhelming amount of pride washes over Sungchan when he bottoms out and fully realizes the situation. No matter where the two of you are located and how inappropriate the setting may be, you're always there to help him with all of his needs.

These two images make me think of sex in a hammock with Sungchan...

You follow Sungchan out of where you're staying, making your way over to one of the hammocks. You watch as Sungchan crawls onto the hammock, settling in until he's comfortable, and once he is, he pats his lap. You get the hint, taking Sungchan's hand as support as you swing one of your legs over his waist to rest against his side. Once you're straddling him, you lean forward to rest against his chest. You feel his arms wrap around you momentarily before he helps you pull the blanket you brought with you over both your forms.

You both stay like that for awhile, enjoying the soothing sound of the wind rustling the leaves of the trees and the waves crashing against the shore.

When the ache of how you're resting against your boyfriend settles into your joints, you lightly tap his chest to let him know you're moving. The arm he has around you tightens as he rolls you both onto your sides so you're facing each other. You let out a sigh of relief, feeling the ache in your joints fade as you nuzzle further into Sungchan's embrace.

A smile tugs at Sungchan's features when he has you tucked under his chin, your hair tickling his skin as he rests his chin on the top of your head. He pulls you closer and you throw one of your legs over his hip, feeling one of his arms move to rest against your lower back before pulling you impossibly closer.

"I can't get any closer, Channie." You quietly chuckle to him, feeling him hug you tighter in response.

"Actually, you could..." He trails off, and when you move to look up at him, you're met with his famous smirk.

You lightly smack his arm, earning a laugh from him, but this doesn't stop him from slowly rolling his hips into yours.

The logical part of your brain is telling you to tell your boyfriend to stop, that you two could easily walk back to where you're staying and continue there, but when he presses open-mouthed kisses to your sweet spot, the logical part of your brain clocks out.

He moves slowly, taking his time to work you up as he kisses along your neck. You feel his hand leave the bend of your knee that's against his hip and glide in between you two. You let out a loud moan that has you slapping a hand over your mouth when his thumb rubs harsh circles against your bundle of nerves.

"Gotta be quiet for me, baby." He whispers, you feel him smirk against your skin and you have to fight the urge to smack him. "Can't have anyone knowing what I'm doing to my pretty girl."

He carefully works you out of your shorts, setting them behind him in the hammock before doing the same with his own. He gently pulls you away from the crook of his neck, and when he sees your pretty blown out pupils, all his plans to move slow fly out the window.

He quickly scans the area around the hammock as far as his eyes will allow, and when he doesn't see a single soul, he lays flat on his back and pulls you on top of him so you're straddling him once again.

You both know you shouldn't be doing this here, the risk of getting caught somewhat high as the night was still young and the sun hasn't fully set.

Sungchan doesn't dwell on that thought for long once your warm, wet walls are wrapped tightly around him, making such pretty noises only for him to hear. You, on the other hand, find it impossible to pay that thought any mind when he's hitting spots deep enough inside you to make your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Listen, I've known for a long time how this man is built, but there is truly no way I'll ever simply, just, get used to it

I truly do not know how to comprehend these photos and I'm losing my fucking mind.

I was already in Sungchan brain rot prior to these images😔

I need him so bad

#moon's multi rants <8 #riize smut #riize sungchan smut

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