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kenny-the-ken · 2 years

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Stoned to the Bone

Just before I start I wanted to write a little disclaimer, in this fic everyone is aged up, they are all 18 and this fic is not suitable for minors!! There are mentions of drugs, alcohol, smut, sexual content, swearing and a lot of innuendos. Also this is my first fic so please be nice ☺️

You sat in the dingy upstairs apartment that you lived in with your boyfriend Kenny. You two had been together from fourth grade and you couldn't imagine your life without your orange parka clad boyfriend with his cute fluffy blonde hair that you loved running your hands through. He'd been out for quite a while now trying to score you guys some MDMA for your house warming party. Everyone that was anyone at South Park High was invited.

Y/N: Kenny, where are you?! Xx

Kenny🧡: Omw now, plug took his sweet ass time. Pour me a drink for coming home, and make sure it's got an extra measure in it! Also, got an ounce of weed, can't wait to smoke up next to you tonight 😉 xx

Y/N: You really do know how to make a girl feel special, huh? I'll see you soon, be safe and remember, if those blue lights appear, never fear, just drop a gear and disappear xx

Kenny🧡: I'm right around the corner babe, don't worry, cops have never caught me this far, I doubt they will now xx

You knew better than to reply to him, he was a quick walker and knew plenty of shortcuts. You both still lived in the shittier part of town, the rent was cheap enough for you both to afford, even if you did both work awful, barely meeting minimum wage jobs.

You heard the door clicking open and then shut, the noise of someone walking up the stairs, and there he was, hood up, a shit eating grin on his face. "Who's ready to get fucked up~?" He sang through the house, before entering the living room and spotting you standing in the adjoining kitchen, pouring him a large glass of vodka and coke, although it may as well have just been vodka. You had one poured for yourself and two shots of tequila lined up for both of you. "Tell me Ken, in all the years we've known each other, when am I not ready to get fucked up?" You answered him, handing him his drink as he sauntered into the kitchen, taking the glass from you and giving you a quick kiss on the head.

"He said this MDMA was top notch shit, straight from Europe! The ounce is Super Silver Haze, so we are set for at least a few days darling." Kenny said, his voice muffled due to his hood still covering most of his face. You smiled at him, even when only his blue eyes were visible, he was the most beautiful guy you'd ever laid eyes on, you swore you got lost in his eyes back in fourth grade and you still haven't escaped the maze yet, not that you were complaining.

"Take your coat off, babe, we can afford heating now!" You said, taking a sip from your own glass and shuddering, vodka did not taste good, but it got you fucked up and that's all that mattered. "If you want me to strip for you babe, you gotta return the favour." Kenny laughed out, unzipping his parka and taking his gloves off. Out of his pocket he pulled a baggy, a rock of pure MDMA sitting in it as he placed it on the kitchen counter. From his larger inside pocket he pulled out the aforementioned ounce of cannabis and sat it down beside the baggy. "Fancy a quick bump to start us off?" He asked, taking out his wallet and a bank card from it, starting to crush the rock inside of the baggy. "Is that even a question?" You winked towards him, coming closer to watch his skilful hands at work. You guys have done anything and everything together, you trip sat each other and knew how most drugs affected you, because let's face it, you guys have tried most. When the rock was finally a fine, yellowish looking powder you could feel the excitement building within you, and Kenny noticed. "Babe, I know you're excited but I'm taking the first hit, if I die from it you know I'll be back tomorrow morning anyway, you on the other hand, that doesn't happen to." He stated, and you knew it was true. He always took the first hit of anything you guys scored, he just wanted you to be safe. You smiled warmly at him. "I love you." You muttered softly, giving him a small kiss on the lips. "I love you too, sugar tits." He smirked before pulling out the key to your shared apartment and placing it into the baggy. He scooped up and balanced a small amount of the powder upon it and placed it to his nose, covering his other nostril and snorting the substance in one go. He then placed the key on the counter, sniffing a few times and then made a face like he was going to be to be sick. "Kenny, what's wrong?!" You asked, hurriedly holding his face as you stared at him. "I'm fine, just that drip, man! That is nasty!" He said, gagging slightly. And he wasn't wrong, you took a quick bump yourself and found that you were soon after gulping down your vodka and coke to try and rid the taste that was emanating at the back of your throat. You noticed Kenny was staring at your tits in the low cut top you wore, your skinny black jeans hugging your figure, and boy could he not tear his eyes away from you. "Like what you see?" You teased, a small smirk on his face. "Y/N, my eyes have been glued to you since fourth grade, of course I like what I see." He joked back, and you knew it was true. You were the only two impoverished kids in school, you basically grew up together. You remembered when Kenny used to steal pads and tampons from the local pharmacy for you when you got your period, and how you used to swipe whatever food you could get away with from the grocery store, you both raised each other. You realised you were fading in and out of reality, the drug starting to take effect. Kenny's pupils were large and round, and you soon found yourself cupping his face with both hands and gazing dreamily into his eyes, a small blush dusting his cheeks. "What's wrong, babe? Love buzz getting to you already?" Kenny flirted, wrapping his long, slender arms around your waist, picking you up and setting your ass on the cold countertop. "I don't know babe, I always feel this in love with you so it's hard to tell." You said, your pupils large too. You felt Kenny bring his lips to yours, biting your bottom lip cheekily, and as a small gasped escaped from you, he quickly slid his tongue into your mouth, a small moan coming from both of you as you both passionately made out. Time stood still till you heard a car pulling up, parking and all four doors slamming.

A knock could be heard at the door and you both already knew it was your friends. You could already hear Eric and Kyle bickering outside and Stan sighing. "Hey, Kenny! Get your dick in your pants and open the door!" Stan shouted through the letterbox as you both reluctantly parted your lips from one another. "You better believe I'm taking that ass straight away as soon as they're either gone, or we're in bed!" Kenny said, a small huff of annoyance at having to wait, and at having to try and conceal his already pre cum leaking cock in his tight jeans. He ran downstairs, opening the door and bowing playfully. "Welcome to my Playboy mansion." He joked, stepping aside to let the guys in.

Your apartment was nothing special, it was still decorated how the previous tenants had it, pale grey walls in the living room with black and silver wallpaper, the kitchen was red with white tiles going round it, and the bathroom was blue with a shower in the corner. Your bedroom was the only place you both could afford to decorate yet, and that was for yours and Kenny's eyes only!

"Sweet apartment guys!" Kyle said, waving to you as you added four more shot glasses to the worktop, filling them with tequila and bringing them out, along with the two you and Kenny had forgotten about. "Here's to best friends, amazing relationships, freedom and getting fucked up guys!" You exclaimed as everyone took a shot glass. "Cheers!" You all said in unison, throwing your heads back to take the shots. You all grimaced at the potent taste and the burning sensation in your throats.

Time felt like an enigma, more people arrived, Wendy, Bebe, Clyde, Craig, Tweak, Butters and more that you weren't even aware were coming. Kenny was in the kitchen chatting with Kyle and Stan about some video game while rolling a blunt. You wandered in, looking at your boyfriend with a smile. He winked at you and patted the countertop, signalling for you to sit beside him. You hopped up as Kyle and Stan took a seat at the table. You could hear Eric laughing at some poor, unfortunate girl in the living room, and you gave your boyfriend that knowing look, like a secret language between you both. He handed the half rolled blunt to you. "You're so good with your hands, think you could finish rolling that for me, baby while I rack us a line each?" He cooed, biting down on his lower lip just to tease you. "You read my mind." You said softly. Kenny hopped off the counter and to the opposite side of the kitchen, his back to you three. "What are you guys on this time?" Stan asked, he didn't particularly like weed, his dad had ruined that for him long ago, but it didn't mean he wasn't fascinated in trying other drugs. Kyle wasn't too sure how to feel, it goes completely against his religion to do any of this, but you're only young once, right? "Purest MDMA in South Park!" Kenny exclaimed. "Straight from Europe, you guys want some?" He asked, turned to face you three, bank card in hand, and two skinny, long lines already racked up for you both. "You know what, I'll do it if you do it, Kyle!" Stan declared, feeling butterflies in his stomach, his nerves always got the better of him. "Yeah, fuck it! It's been a shit week and it's Saturday! Let's make the end of this week amazing!" He said, both boys high giving each other, then turning to fist bump Kenny. He racked two more lines for Stan and Kyle and turned once again to face you all, making deep eye contact with you as you stick your tongue out to like the skin you were rolling the blunt in, sending him a flirty wink, which he gladly smirked back at. "Damn girl, you really gonna tease me like that?" He flirted back, a smile on his face.

Rolling up a bank note he placed it up his nose, snorting the line he prepared for himself. He sniffed again a few times after, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. "Who's next?" He said, holding up the bank note. "I'll go!" Said Kyle, doing the same thing Kenny did and then coughing slightly afterwards. "It tastes like shit, man!" He shouted, downing whatever drink he had in front of him. "Yeah dude, that's the drip!" You said, laughing slightly before taking the bank note yourself and sniffing the powder in one swift motion. You passed the note to Stan who nervously did the same and reacted almost the same as Kyle. "Just stay away from Wendy for a few minutes dude, the drip makes you wanna throw up and you do that when you're completely sober around her!" Kenny said, laughing slightly before picking you up and spinning your round, his hands wrapped tightly around your waist, your thighs coming up to his sides. "You look so fucking hot right now." He said, kissing you gently before pulling away to stare at you once more. Your cheeks were flushed, a mixture of what Kenny had just said and done and the drugs and alcohol you had taken. He carried you into the living room, Stan and Kyle quickly following, Kenny placed you on the sofa and quickly connected to the speaker, handing you a lighter to spark up your blunt with, you inhaled the thick smoke and exhaled it with a long sigh, you hadn't felt this amazing since the last time you two did MDMA together, and that was one messy night.

The four of you sat and chatted, taking a few bumps here and there while you all smoked the blunt in rotation. It was as if the rest of the party didn't matter. Other people were taking their own drugs, people on ketamine, ecstacy, and god knows what else, it was South Park after all. And they knew you and Kenny didn't give a fuck.

Before you knew it you had finished the entire baggy between the four of you, the party heating up as the place was packed with people. Outside was dark and the street lamps shone brightly. "Hey guys, a new nightclub has opened down the street, it's supposed to be amazing! Wanna go?" Eric shouted loudly over the music. Everyone stared at him, mulling the words over in their fucked up minds. "Fuck yeah! Why not?!" Kenny shouted, turning off the music. "I could dance, let's go guys!"

The walk felt like a blur, you don't even remember how you got there, just how soft Kenny's hand felt in yours as you walked together down the street. The nightclub luckily let you all in without ID, and surprisingly didn't think any of you were on anything. When inside the place was huge, hundreds of people on the dance floor, flashing lights and loud techno music filled the air, this night was turning out to be one to remember. Stan was finally talking to Wendy with enough confidence in his fucked up, MDMA filled brain without throwing up on her, result! Kyle was chatting to some random girl in the corner of the dance floor when you and Kenny heard one of your favourite songs come on, you knew it was a sign from the gods above as the song blasted loudly through the speakers. He took your hand in his, his fluffy blonde hair reflecting the flashing lights in the club, you swore he looked like angel sent from above as he gripped your waist tightly almost scared to lose you as you both started dancing, first giggling and playing around and soon enough grinding against each other needing some sort of contact through the buzz you guys were feeling. Fuck, this felt unreal.

"Kenny." You moaned loudly enough for him to hear. "You like that baby?" He asked, pushing his hard cock against you a bit harder. "And what if I do this?" He whispered into your ear, a long stripe licking up the front of your throat, before his mouth attached to the side of your neck, licking, biting and sucking on the skin that was sensitive when sober, so this felt like you could touch the stars. The song had changed and you still both remained on the dance floor, practically eye fucking each other, hands roaming everywhere, anywhere, just to get some sort of friction.

"Fancy a bump of coke?" He whispered to you, a confused look on your face. "You really think I'd leave us with nothing?" He laughed, as you both, hand in hand made your way to the smoking area, standing at one of the tables. "I'll get us drinks, you crush that shit and I'll be back asap!" He said, pointing to the bar in the smoking area, you just nodded obediently.

You got to work, crushing it up in the baggy and smiling to yourself. You heard Eric shouting behind you with Kyle, Wendy, Stan and Butters. They approached your table, watching you carefully make two thick lines on the table as Kenny came back, two double vodkas in hand, no mixers. "Where'd you all come from?" He joked, handing you your drink and rolling up one of the notes he had received back as change. He snorted it quickly so you all wouldn't get caught and thrown out, you did as he did and giggled slightly after taking it, both of you downing your drinks. "How the fuck are you both not dead?!" Butters shouted loudly, Tweak and Clyde finding your group in the crowd, and all of you chatting among each other. Kenny handed you a cigarette and put one between his lips, lighting it and passing you the lighter, as you lit it you felt an arm snake around your shoulders, pulling you close to his body. You looked up at your boyfriend, giggling to yourself. He whispered something to Stan and Kyle as they all nodded, the music too loud for you to know what they were talking about. They began laughing as Eric too joined in the conversation. "I'm getting some more drinks!" You shouted loudly, as you walked over to the bar, everything spinning round you, boy you loved this feeling, and knowing Kenny felt the same was even better.

You turned around to see Kenny standing a few meters from you, staring at you as you came back to hand him a drink, a soft smile on his face as he stared at you. Fuck, he was the luckiest guy in this club, in South Park, fuck it, in the world to be able to call you his. You both understood each other like no one else did, not even your parents, you guys had been through everything together, and that's why he was going to make sure you were his girl for life. He had a ring back in your apartment and wasn't sure when to propose, but he was going to, just not while you were both fucked up. "I told the guys after this drink that we're gonna go home, my cock and I have some unfinished business to attend to." He said, winking and stealing a kiss from you. "Can we all dance before we go?" You pleaded, and Kenny just simply nodded. "Whatever you'd like, Princess." He said. He knew clubs like this would never end well with a pretty girl on your hip, some other douche always had to press their boundaries, and you were his girl, no one else's.

Your large group headed back to the dance floor, as a throwback banger came on. The first song you guys listened to together at the very first party you had all ever been to, it was like a movie, you all sang (shouted) along, badly. "DON'T YOU WORRY CHILD, SEE HEAVEN'S GOT A PLAN FOR YOU!" You all screaming in unison, dancing like lunatics when the beat dropped. You truly did have the best group of friends that anyone could ask for, and to top it off, the best partner in the entire universe, he little would and has died for you, just to make sure you were safe.

Your eyes became hyper fixated on your partners face as you sang to each other, tears of joy both steaming down your faces. Kenny couldn't believe how beautiful you looked as he turned to give the guys a knowing look, he let go of the grip he had on you and got on one knee, giggling to himself, not even having the ring on his possession. "WILL YOU MARRY ME, Y/N AND MAKE ME THE HAPPIEST GUY IN THE WORLD?!" He shouted and you swore your heart skipped a beat, the guy you got married to in the playground all those years ago now finally asking you for your hand in marriage, together, both of you, together, forever. "OF COURSE I WILL!" You shouted back, as he picked you up, spinning your round with him on the dance floor, all of your friends chanting and cheering loudly.

"Now if you'll all excuse us, I'm gonna go home and fuck my fiancée!" Kenny exclaimed loudly. Everyone erupted into laughter as you both made your way out of the club, not even making it home. Kenny had pinned you against a wall in a dark alleyway, two streets away from the club, one hand gripping your thigh up to his side, the other massaging your boob, his cock already buried deep within you, your moans filled the air, it wasn't long before you were both reaching orgasm together, Kenny chanted your name like a mantra, and you screamed his name loudly, your thighs pulling him as deep inside you as he could manage, his cum painting your insides, both equally as breathless as each other.

"How 'bout we go home, we smoke a fat blunt each, order some takeout and cuddle the rest of the night?" Kenny suggested, a small smile on his lips as he watched you pulling your jeans up, still breathless and legs weak. "That sounds fucking perfect." You replied, giving him a passionate kiss before taking his hand in yours. "You better be careful kissing me like that, baby, you know how high my sex drive is, I'll end up fucking you the rest of the night." He said, a smirk on his face, throwing you a quick wink. "Oh, I'm aware Mr McCormick." You flirted back. "Won't be long till you're Mrs McCormick." He replied, a large and genuine smile on his face, you could see his little tooth gap and your heart soared. You get to spend eternity with the only guy you've ever loved, and if that isn't perfection, I don't know what is.

sorry it was so long!! I really hope you enjoyed it!! I'm gonna try writing some more, so please let me know what you think and if you have any requests, hit me up!!

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ughgoaway · 1 year

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I need you like a heartbeat

content warnings: mentions of sex... that's kinda it the rest is just very soppy lovey-dovey stuff!! word count- 1.9k

a/n: hi!! so I kinda lied about doing under 1000 words but once I got going I couldn't stop lol. I did write this quick so if it's really bad don't tell me (please do I cannot cope not knowing). This was inspired by this request for some fluffy aftercare, thanks for the request!! this is my first time writing fluff so be gentle with me... I'm not good at being in love (haven't done it irl yet) so we'll see how it goes. also would just like to reiterate I am English but I did use braid instead of plait because I have beef with the spelling of plait, I think it's stupid so refuse to type it. also, I was gonna include a full skincare scene but alas I don't do any so had no idea what to write... anyway here you go!!

Thump. Thump. Thump. All you can hear is your heartbeat in your head, the repetitive rhythm being the only thing keeping you grounded. Without it, you fear you would just float away. You fear your weightlessness would simply cause you to disappear from the earth as you know it.

Soon a pair of hands come up to wipe your tear-stained face, you instinctively lean into the touch despite not quite remembering who it is. “Baby? Darling, you with me?”

Matty.

The calloused hands delicately wiping your face belong to your boyfriend and his touch makes the fog in your mind begin to lift. As it always does when you're around him. 2 years in and still you've never met someone you feel so clear around. That may seem unusual to some people, they all say “isn't the love of your life meant to make you a bit hazy? Make your head swirl and your mind go blank?” But no, not to you. You've never felt anything but clear around him, just so completely yourself it almost hurts. There was never any fogginess in your mind, there was nothing but a clear choice. Him. It was as if there was a spotlight on him wherever you were, he was in plain sight. The first thing you saw no matter what.

Slowly your eyes blink open and you're met with the sight of your very naked boyfriend hovering over you giving you a warm smile, “there's my sweet girl” he says staring adoringly at you. The smile was quickly mirrored by you followed by a small giggle. Despite having seen him naked 1000 times, suddenly this time was very funny.

“What are you giggling at, hmm?” Matty says, despite lightly giggling himself, he always found your laughter so contagious. Your joy always lit up every room you were in. The pure happiness that surrounded you was so contagious it couldn't help but rub off on him. So for the first time in his 34 years of life, Matty would describe himself as giddy, not just from your giddiness infecting him but from just you in general. The love he felt for you made him feel 15 again like he was crushing on a girl way out of his league. Becoming slowly obsessed with seeing her around school. But with you, that feeling never went away, that slight obsession was ever permanent. And he loved it. He was nothing but absolutely, unbelievably obsessed with you. And he told you as such, over and over again.

“You’re naked” you manage to splutter out in your fit of giggles, Matty felt his heart flutter at the sight of you. Naked also, tears of dark mascara staining your cheeks and dozens of hickeys and bites blooming on your body but also giggling with no care in the world.

“Hate to be the one to tell you this sweetheart, but you're naked too. Don't tell me you forgot about my amazing lovemaking skills so quickly” Matty says, acting offended at your forgetfulness.

“One,” you begin, acting mock serious at the man on top of you “Never call it lovemaking again or it will start happening substantially less” Matty laughs at you and begins pressing small kisses over the expanse of your face. “Two” you try and list off your second point but soon get lost in another fit of giggles at the myriad of kisses being littered over your face.

“I'll never get my second point out if you keep kissing me” you manage to stutter out, trying to speak but being accosted with pecks.

“Fine, fine, sorry baby- go on,” Matty says leaning back slightly and looking back at you fondly, loving how you can go from moaning his name and crying from pleasure to giggling at your naked boyfriend.

“Thank you,” you fake clear your throat to assure your boyfriend this was a serious matter, “Two- I could never forget, I just suddenly found it funny you were naked.” You finish your statement and look up at your boyfriend.

His hair was sweaty and sticking up in 50 directions, a pink flush decorated his cheeks and his pupils were blown so wide if you didn't know better, you'd think he had black iris’. He’d never looked more beautiful to you. Well, aside from the 50 other times you had assured yourself he never looked more beautiful.

You attempt to sit up to return the onslaught of kisses but you hiss as you're soon reminded of what you were just doing. Everything hurts, in the best way, of course, your arms feel like jelly and you can faintly feel his cum leaking out of you.

As quickly as you try to sit up you are ushered back down by Matty, “No, no don't get up sweetheart. I’m going to go get a warm cloth from the bathroom and clean you up a little yeah?”

You nod lightly, closing your eyes and resting on the silk pillowcases behind you. You are almost lulled back to sleep at the noises of your boyfriend moving around the room but a hiss soon left your mouth as Matty begins wiping you delicately.

The various marks on your thigh burn as Matty wipes your wetness off them, he apologises over and over. Only getting more insistent as he begins to wipe at your core. He starts at the top, lightly patting your clit and hushing your whimpers, hating he was hurting you.

But soon the feeling of him cleaning stopped, you looked down only to catch your boyfriend staring longingly at the sight of his cum leaving you. For the third time tonight, giggles leave you as you stare at the blank expression on his face

“Oops sorry darling, got a bit distracted there but I'm back to business now I swear” Matty assures you before cautiously swiping at your hole and cleaning up the mess he made. The cloth was tossed aside as Matty worked his way back up your body to your face, smiling at your blissed-out look.

“You feel well enough to walk yet baby? We really need to get that makeup off and do your skincare. You’d kill me if I let you go one night without rubbing some oil or serum on your face.”

You smile and nod at your boyfriend, preparing to walk only to be scooped up in his arms and carried into the bathroom. The cold tile of the vanity soon hit your bum causing another hiss to leave your bitten lips, red and puffy from the nights events.

“What was the point in being able to walk if you were just gonna carry me huh handsome?” you say staring at your boyfriend while he grabs the makeup wipes and begins wiping your tear-stained cheeks.

“Always gotta give you the princess treatment baby, just wanted to make sure if you had to walk you could. But I would never make my girl walk all the way to the bathroom! What kinda boyfriend would I be huh” he says jokingly. He's so intensely focused on finding your numerous skincare products he doesn't notice the massive smile that takes over your face.

Matty has about 20 bottles in his hands, each one causing the confused frown on his face to grow. You stifle your laugh at his clear confusion and grab the various products from him and place them by the sink next to you.

“Don't worry about all that tonight baby, just some moisturiser I think. I'm too knackered for much else” You notice Matty let out a relieved breath at your shortened routine, not quite sure what he would do if you wanted to do the full thing.

He grabs the small tub nestled between the mess of products on the counter and begins rubbing it in small circles on your cheeks and forehead. You almost catch your eyes closing at the feeling of him massaging your face but force yourself to keep them open to look longingly at your boyfriend's very focused face, tongue out and all.

“You wanna have a bath darling or should I just braid your hair and we call it a night?” Matty says, still rubbing your face despite all the moisturiser being applied. He just loved touching you, anyway he could. Not necessarily sexually, as much as he enjoyed that. But just loving small touches, a kiss on the cheek when he walked past, a hand on the small of your back when you stood together, even just your pinky fingers linked together as you spoke around a dinner table. Little affectionate touches kept Matty going and he wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to touch your very pretty face.

“Just some braids would be amazing, thank you my love” You smile at your doting boyfriend as he nods and grabs the hairbrush, slowly bruising out the multitude of knots caused by him, he's sure.

His nimble fingers pass your hair between them, slowly braiding your now neatly brushed hair. Matty grabs a hair tie and secures both of your braids at the end. Finishing with a flourish and a kiss on your nose that made your face scrunch up in that adorable way he loved.

Silently Matty picks you up again, smiling at the roll of your eyes and a bashful grin that you give him whilst in his arms. He places you on the edge of your bed before going to the chest of drawers behind him to fetch you both some clothes.

You hold in your giggles at your boyfriend's bare bum, assuming he wouldn't love another fit of laughter at his nakedness.

He soon returns with 2 pairs of black calvins and your favourite one of his shirts, the peach Panasonic shirt he once wore all the time. But mysteriously he stopped, about 2 years ago.

The first night you'd slept together Matty lent you that shirt, he remembers watching you sleep so soundly that morning in the shirt he adored. He vowed there and then to never wear it again, not wanting to sully it with any other memory than the memory of you.

He slipped the shirt over your shoulders and the calvins up your legs, giving your bum a cheeky pat when you lifted your hips to get them on. He followed you up the mattress and settled on the pillows, facing you and staring fondly into your eyes.

Each time your eyes met you treated it like a staring contest, never wanting to be the first to look away. The pure adoration in the other's eyes always kept you looking, staring, not ever wanting to leave that moment.

Matty broke first this time, a small celebration happened in your mind as he pulled the duvet over the two of you. He swung his arm over your shoulder as you settled on his chest. He leant down to give you a gentle kiss on the crown of your head with a large smile on his face.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he said, a smile evident in his voice.

Yours was slightly muffled by your head pressed into his chest but you returned his comment, “I love you too baby, thank you for making me feel good”

“Always” is the last thing Matty said, or the last thing you remember hearing before sleep took over you in the arms of the man you were sure was your soulmate.

#matty healy #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x reader #matty healy fluff #matty healy fic #request!!#omg my first request... love that #i wrote this in like an hour i apologise if its shit

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shadowsingerlightsinger · 6 months

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A Court of Shadows and Sunlight - Chapter One

Oh hey there. I'm still not sure how long this fic will be, and I haven't written since high school. Anyway I can't stop thinking about Gwynriel. Enjoy?

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Azriel stood across the training ring, watching as the red-headed priestess faced the ribbon she had hung weeks before. At this point, he almost felt sympathy for Gwyn and the other Valkyries in training. The night after she presented the ribbons, Azriel had gone back up to the ring in the dark and attempted the challenge himself. Even after hundreds of years as a warrior, he wasn’t able to cut the ribbon on his first try. He doubted the three females would cut their own any time soon. They were all still so green.

Being a warrior means our Valkyrie may see battle his shadows whispered in his ear We don’t want her in harm’s way

He shook his head, clearing the bothersome whisps as he refocused on the sight before him. Gwyn stared a hole in the white fabric of her ribbon as she readjusted her hold on the grip of her sword. Slowly, she lifted the weapon into the air. As she brought the blade down in a graceful arc, Azriel could have sworn time slowed to a trickle. Like a minnow flashing through water, the silver blade of Gwyn’s sword swept through the air. Yet to Azriel, it seemed as though it took a lifetime before the glinting blade met white. And then, in an instant, half of the ribbon was fluttering to the ground.

Valkyrie a shadow whispered in his ear

Azriel couldn’t help his elated smile as Gwyn and the others celebrated her new status. She was a true Valkyrie now. Had been becoming one for a while now. Gone was the quiet, reserved priestess who had walked into Azriel’s ring months before. Gone was the female who could barely meet his gaze. Now, Gwyn met his challenges with ones of her own. She looked him in the eye and pushed at him with taunts and friendly teasing. And cauldron damn him if Azriel didn’t like it.

You love it, an unhelpful shadow murmured.

As he mused on their progress and watched Nesta and Emerie beat their own ribbons, his thoughts kept returning to Gwyn. Her laugh. The way the sun caught in her turquoise eyes like water in a pool. The way her leathers clung to her like a second skin. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that Azriel had no awareness of the soft, golden thing that was forming in his chest. Was blind to it and the way it seemed to sprawl out in the air between him and the priestess, reaching for her but not quite connecting the two. He was oblivious, until that golden chord went taught. Until it snapped.

Surprise forced a huff of air out of his lips.

Mate! Mate! Mate! His shadows cried, whipping themselves into a frenzy around him until he could barely see what was before his own eyes.

For a moment, Azriel was overcome with deep, abounding joy. Finally, after hundreds of years it was his turn. The cauldron had deemed it fit to bless him with what he craved the most. Then, that joy curdled in his gut. This couldn't be happening. Someone like her couldn’t be tied to someone like him. Where she was all soft freckles and sunlight, Azriel was quite literally scars and shadow. He couldn’t, wouldn’t, put this on her. Wouldn’t shackle the priestess who had come so far, been through so much, to someone like him. Someone who knew more about how to hurt than he did to heal.

“Az, you good?” Cassian called from his side of the ring, no doubt seeing the commotion his shadows were still creating. Without a word in response, Azriel stepped into a pocket of darkness and disappeared.

When he could see again, he stood in a forest clearing somewhere just outside of Velaris. Birds nestled in the trees, their songs forgotten when they felt the turmoil that had just landed in their midst. Azriel paced, thoughts racing so quickly he could barely decipher them as he ran his hands through his raven hair. His shadows still would not settle, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he was so royally fucked. He was so caught up in his own misery that he didn’t notice Cassian's approach until crackling leaves announced the general’s landing.

“Az, what’s wrong” he said as his wings tucked themselves in behind his back.

“Nothing,” Azriel replied, allowing an air of practiced neutrality to take over his demeanor. He bottled that thing tightly in his chest, refusing to allow it to burst free.

“Bullshit,” Cassian answered, “they finally cut those damn things, and instead of congratulating them, you just, what disappear?”

“No,” Azriel replied, too riled to respond further. He was worried that if he tried to craft a response, his frayed nerves would force him to let out the truth. Already, some deep, primal part of him wanted to shout it from the rooftops. She was his. His mate. He burned with the need to claim, to take what was his.

Mate! Mate! Mate! His shadows still whispered, even as the more loyal ones had slipped off to keep tabs on Cass.

“Az,” Cassian started, placing a hand on his shoulder. At the touch, something broke inside of Azriel. He couldn’t contain enough of this new thing, this new need, within himself. He whirled, landing a punch square to the general’s jaw.

“What the fu-“ he was cut off by another jab, this time square to the gut. Azriel stepped back, fists raised as he gave Cassian a moment to get into a stance of his own. He had to work off this energy. Had to blow off some steam before he was able to go back up to the house of wind. He damn well couldn’t go back there like this. Couldn’t face Gwyn when he still felt more beast than male.

With a challenging grin, Cassian struck out. Azriel knew the blow was coming for his jaw. Had plenty of time to block, but he let the hit land. Let it rock though him. Let it distract him from her. From the way he longed to step into that library and take what his instincts said was his.

Once his blurred vision steadied, he struck out, aiming for Cassian but missing by a mile. Cassian swung again, landing a solid fist in his gut. Azriel, usually the better fighter of the pair, was getting his ass handed to him.

While Azriel tried to catch his suddenly lost breath, Cassian seized the moment, taking the fight to the ground. The two warriors struggled among the twigs and leaves, each fighting for dominance before Cassian finally won out.

“I’ll say it again,” Cassian ground out, spitting blood, “What. The. Fuck”. Azriel shifted his gaze, unable to meet Cassian's glare. A calloused hand gripped his jaw, wrenching his face back to look at the lord of bloodshed. Csssian waited, staring down at him in a way that said he would stay here all day, pinning Azriel into the forest floor until he told him the truth. Knowing Cassian, the stubborn ass probably would hold him there until he spoke true. There was no choice but to tell him.

Azriel took a deep breath, overcome by the sudden appearance of a lump in his throat. There, held to the ground by his brother, he felt as though his very soul had been ripped out of his chest for the other Illyrian to see. Blinking furiously, he forced himself to look Cassian in the eye as he quietly, almost inaudibly gasped out.

“She’s my mate”

#acotar #gwynriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #gwyneth berdara #gwyn acosf #gwyn x azriel #mating bond #azriel is a self sabotaging nightmare #they'll figure it out though i promise #if this is shit you don't need to tell me #just keep scrolling

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archferret · 7 days

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Alright I've got time before work and people did express interest so here's my headcanon on how Formie "Powers" and by extension Sparks Hat work.

So to start we know that the art book isn't true canon as Lake said if it's not in the games it doesn't count but given the minimal information given in the games it's really our only source of any kind of info. We also know Romalo functions off of Holographic Nanites and likely is the same for other "Nano Mage" units like the Qiqi's in 3. So let's start there. How I think (in an incredibly pesduo-scientific way as I'm not a real scientist and Spark isn't a hard sci-fi series) these robots (and by extension other Formie Powers) function is by the nanites they control emitting an electromagnetic field. The field simulates the properties of whatever is being made causing it to act as if it's really whatever is being simulated but the effect disappears if the nanites stop receiving power/a signal. So for example if Romalo makes a pie and throws it at you it feels like a real pie, but disappears as soon as he uses those nanites for another task. If you were to try and eat it the connection may become disrupted by your bodies own interference and it would vanish anyway, or if Romalo was damaged he might run out of power/disrupt the signal ect. Some effects might linger, for example nanties that cause fire aren't actually just fire they heat up already existing particles to cause real flames. Thus if you were to use a power to light something on fire it would remain on fire even when power/signal is cut.

Now onto Formie "Powers". The tools Spark picks up during Spark 1 are quite litterally just that, they're tools and toys used by other Formies in everyday life. And how I think they work is when you wear or hold the item it forms some kind of connection with a Formies nervous system through its electrical signaling. This allows a Formie to control the Power as if it was an extension of their own body. This would also mean overusing a Power too much can even cause physical exhaustion. They all come with an electromagnetic barrier (like Sparks Hat) which acts as "safety equipment" protecting the Formie from levels of physical harm to an extent. In this case I'm drawing more from pure theory than basis in examples but I'd wager normal commercial Powers tend to be fairly weak to allow them to be compatible with a wide range of people (since not every nervous system is identical) while modded/homemade gear like Sparks Hat tend to be more potent but more specialized to an individual. Not that it *couldnt* be used by others but the chance of "feedback" and damage from the connection would be much higher.

Now for Sparks Hat... in 1 he usually wears it in addition to the regular equipment provided by the Powers. For example the wind Scarf doesn't come with a hat yet Wind Spark still has hit hat on. What I'm thinking is Sparks hat while decently strong on its own is acting as an amplifier to the other equipment Sparks wearing. The stuff he's picking up are normal Powers and aren't as strong in the hands of someone else because Spark isn't using 1 Power he's using 2! So the regular Wind Scarf isn't anywhere near capable of what Spark can pull off with it.

And for the sake of just making things make sense in my head beyond gameplay mechanics being gameplay mechanics I like to headcanon the reason he doesn't use Powers in 3 the same way he does in 1 is that his Hat is actually too strong at this point and would overload any equipment he tries to use it with!

#spark the electric jester #stej #there we go more silly headcanons feel free to use as you please for your own AUs #or dont i dunno people just expressed intrest in my ideas #this did get me thinking about Fark again and how he works...

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trashlama · 1 year

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Ok hear me out Yandere redson and Mei poly /team up hcs please 🙏who both fallen for macaque female apprentice ~

Mei fights her seeing as macaque fighting monkey king , which leads to MK fighting her future darling it was only when reader makes shadow clones to trap MK , that’s when Mei gets involved.

It would have been fine if the reader didn’t have such a flirty attitude, who likes to praise Mei even when Mei sword was near her throat.

Before Mei could do anything , reader disappeared into the shadow realm

For Red son , I can see him teaming up with her since MK is there enemy , with his brain and her brawn , MK and his friends will be finished in no time . (Reader teamed up with his , for sine reason her mentor disappeared and she thinking rid of MK and his friends will make him praise her )

He did not expect reader to be so smooth and honestly praises his inventions even saying he’s amazing .

There were so close yet MK still won , Red son thought she was gonna leave him only for her to teleport him and her to her hideout to heal his wounds before sending him back home ,not before giving him a flirty remark .

After that an obsession grow for Red son

While Mei she gains a guilty crush that got worse when reader decide to keep her company since MK been busy Lately, She knows she should hate it but she been feeling lonely and when reader not being flirty she can be nice even winning Mei a dragon plushie at a fair .

What made her snap was realising Red son fallen for her darling , but seeing how there got along greatly if there difference aside , there decided to team up to make reader theirs .

My dude —deep inhale of air— would it be alright if I made this into like a two possibly three shot series?

I love the idea and I've been brainstorming tons of ideas for this one and in each scenario I'm like damn this idea is so good. I really want to do it justice so I need to have multiple chapters. Ya know? To build the tension and really get a feel of the mindsets and what not.

However—

(SORRY THIS TURNS INTO A LITTLE AUTHOR'S NOTE)

As you guys are aware I have to seriously start working on this future Yan Raph fic of mine... . It's Ironic but, I reeaally want to start writing the future yan Mikey part. Mostly because I basically have that one planned out in my head. Meanwhile I got like five different possible scenarios for the Raph fic that I can't decide on. Though a few months ago I had said I was gonna do the Raph one first so to keep my word I plan to do so.

However SOMEBODY (an anon) had requested a future Yan Michelangelo fic and I'm like brooooo were you reading my thoughts? Cause they were somewhat close to what I had in mind but not quite. But the point is I need to write the Raph fic soooonn!!!

Gotta appease the masses~✨

Though guys I'm a bad Trashlama. I keep brainstorming all these awesome plots that I totally want to write— which ironically were formulated when I was brainstorming for the Raph fic.

Soooo I'm gonna do a poll so I can force my procrastinating/ADHD ass to write at least some of these.

And guys btw I'm sorry again for taking so long. I've been caught up recently with finishing a lot of other things I had been procrastinating. -Cough- Hogwarts Legacy -Cough- Spider-Man Across the Spider-verse -Cough- Adult responsibilities -Cough- -Cough-!!!

Anyways thank you guys again for sticking around to the end. I'll have that poll out soon(probably today).

HERE'S THE POLL

In the mean time here's some memes!

Sorry this is long↓ I don't own these memes. I've never claimed to do so. I just come across them on Pinterest when I'm on break at work and think they're funny so I like to share them. If I mistakenly put one on here that I shouldn't have please let me know! I like to respect people's wishes. And if you could add the creator names too that would be great so the same mistake isn't made twice. Sorry for the inconvenience that my sharing may cause. I hope you have a good day.

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You haven't posted in a while. I'm a new convert and just found you. I don't have anything to offer. I hope you are alright. I am grateful for the posts you already made that I get to read

Hi @shibarakudesu!

You're right, I have not been posting much. In fact, I've been slowing down significantly for years. However the antisemitic backlash to the 7/10 attack and the Israel-Hamas war to literally all Jews has been vile and has slowed me down even more.

I keep my anons on. I've always kept anon on, even when the first few anon asks I got back in 2017 when I started this blog were "allahu akbar 🧨🧨" and "converting TO Jew?? should we call you oven climbers or k*ke lovers?"

Yeah.

I deleted them without comment because they deserved none, but I remember vividly the pit I got in my stomach when I received them. I am not a person who forgets words or phrases easily and so the words have stayed lodged in my brain ever since. I just kept wondering how people could hate Jews so much that it spilled over onto people who were simply exploring Judaism. How could people have this much vitriol for Am Yisrael? I found out shortly after that about an incident from only a few years prior in 2014 where three non-Jews were shot by an antisemite for merely walking around outside a JCC and Jewish retirement facility. And then I understood: in every generation they will come for us.... and for anyone else among the nations that is brave enough to stand with us. By merely going to shul, I was making myself a target.

I was a very new conversion student at the time and this blog was simply a place for me to collect those specific feelings.

It became a lot more than that, in part because I chose to leave anon on anyway, and I vowed to use my words kindly. It is so easy to cause fear and pain in words and yet also so easy to bring comfort and warmth. You just have to choose your words carefully and listen to hakol mishamayim. If you pause and search your neshama, you will eventually find the right words. You will make mistakes; I certainly have. Own those mistakes and keep trying.

And I was deeply rewarded by the community that sprang up here in response! The hateful anons disappeared when they realized I wouldn't engage and instead my inbox was filled with kind, engaged people who were also excited about Judaism.

Like you. You say you don't have anything to offer, but you already gave me something quite valuable - your kind words.

This war has made me very tired, like most Jews. My heart is broken by every life that has been lost and geulah has never felt further away. To be this intentional in what I say and to always engage from a place of kindness, always searching for that spark of the Divine in everyone - it takes a lot of emotional energy and it forces me to be a better version of myself. And in these dark times I have found it very difficult to summon that version of myself.

I suppose I ought to try. But I cannot in good conscience promise to be consistently here.

Anon will stay on and I will respond as I am able. May we all see better days, and soon.

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campoverlook-if · 5 months

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The Horror Corner #1: Bad Ben

Hey all, welcome to the first post of The Horror Corner, a special type of post where I talk about horror media that has either inspried me to write Camp Overlook, or is just something I really like and want to highlight.

Of course, people's opinons of what type of stuff I post for the page matters to me. Personally I believe this series will really highlight the fact that CO is a horror game, and the blog should be open to discussing horror related things that may not fully relate to the game.

I can post whatever I want on a blog, but it isn't fun if people think it's clogging up their feed. Especially if it's something they aren't into. So while this may be the first THC post, it could also be the last, depending on how people feel about it.

With that little disclaimer out the way, let's start the post.

(I forgot I had this queued up, please enjoy it anyways haha...)

Above is the image of the man, the myth, the legend himself; Nigel Bach AKA, Tom Riley. The main lead of the Bad Ben franchise.

It all starts when Tom Riley decides to buy a house out on Steelmanville Road during a sheriff's sale. Thinking a house for that price is a steal, he takes it in the hopes of flipping the place and selling it for a massive profit. But he soon learns that things aren't quite as what they seem in this house in the woods. The previous owners disappeared with a word to no one. All their funiture and personal belongings filling the rooms like they never left at all. And strangest of all? The house is completely covered in cameras, watching Tom's every move.

Contrary to what my intro might tell you, this film is a straight horror comedy found footage film (my favorite genre of horror film). Not because they try to be funny, but Nigel Bach is just not an actor and he's never claimed to be. The original actors he had hired never showed up to the filming, so he decided to act it all out by himself, how hard can it be?

Nigel really is the star of this film series, his plots are all over the place and yet they can still be pretty easy to understand. His future films deal with the likes of multiverses, forced loops, colorful casts of characters, and even better(yet worse?) special effects. But its this first film that really started it all for Nigel and I'm very happy for him. I discovered the series back when it was just a trilogy and never thought it would lead into having a 12th film.

Bad Ben isn't one of my inspirations for Camp Overlook, but it has always given me thoughts of 'expect the unexpected.' Just when you think you know what's going on in the story it just drags you right back, throwing stuff at you, you just wouldn't expect. It also showcases what can be achieved when you fight for your dream no matter what setbacks you may be given.

Currently, the series is no longer available for free on any platforms. Previously, Nigel had worked with a company to get his films put on Tubi, however they ended up tricking him where he recieved no residuals for films of his creation. For now, they can only be rented or bought from his Roku channel or on Prime.

I believe it's worth it to at least rent the first film for the 2.99 it's currently offered under. Everyone deserves to get at least one little taste of this man and his imaginative world of Bad Ben.

Also check out the game, it's really funny (and free)!

#camp overlook #Horror Recs

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sparklypinkflightsuit · 6 months

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The Witching Hour: Chapter 2

Pairing: Detective!Bob Floyd x Reader

WitchAU

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Witchcraft, Cheating, Mentions of Death, Alcohol, I think that's it?

-- Chapter 1 Here --

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"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." Bob mumbled as he walked up the path onto the clearing. "Were you talking to someone?" He asked, looking around the ledge.

You shook you head, quickly realising he probably couldn't see the subtle movement. "No, uh, just my dad. We used to come here together sometimes..."

"I'm sorry." Bob offered sympathetically, "May I?"

You moved over and motioned for him to sit.

"So, what brings you here, Bob?" You chuckled, trying to change the subject.

"Not sure." He chuckled back, "Must be fate, I guess."

You grinned, "Yeah, must be. Thrice in one day, it's like you're stalking me or something." You joked.

Bob let out a surprised chuckle, "Yeah, sorry about that, it must seem weird. Totally coincidental I swear."

"How did you know my nickname, anyway?"

"Would you believe me if I told you I just did?" He looked over at you.

"Nope." You grinned at him.

Bob breathed out a laugh and it was silent for a moment.

"So where's your girlfriend tonight?" You asked, immediately wishing you hadn't, as the words came out almost accusatory.

"She's asleep. I couldn't, for some reason, kinda just had the urge to get up and walk."

"Yeah, I know the feeling." You mumbled. "What brings you to Whidbey, anyway?"

"Uhh, well... I kinda just wanted to get away for a while, from work and life and all that, and drive until I found someplace nice. I saw the sign for the island and something told me it was where I needed to be. Roxy decided last minute she wanted to come." He shrugged.

"Roxy." You rolled your eyes as her name slipped out of your mouth. You bit your tongue as you realised your slip up, and that you were seconds away from hexing a woman who had done nothing to you.

Bob looked at you, amused.

"Jealous?" He joked, you flushed bright red.

"You wish." you chuckled.

But maybe you were jealous, and there was no way you'd admit it, especially not to your mother, but sitting this close to Bob the total stranger, it felt electric.

"You should probably get back soon, before she starts to worry." You smiled at Bob once more before you stood, and you turned to walk back towards the path, "Goodnight Bob."

"Wait, Bree, before you go..." Bob stood.

You turned back around, your arms now crossing over your chest as a cool wind began to lap around you.

"Am I crazy to think we've met before? I mean, I've been trying to shake this feeling since I got here, that I've been here before. And then I see you, and I'm filled with this strange... I dunno, sense of familiarity and nostalgia I guess. Is that possible if I've never met you before?" He rambled, a sudden urgency in his voice which you felt may have had something to do with his late night explorations.

You thought for a moment, and took a deep breath through your nose.

"Do you believe in fate, Bob?"

He nodded, "I guess, in a way."

"Well, maybe you were meant to meet me. Maybe what you're feeling isn't familiarity or nostalgia, maybe it's precognition. Dunno what for yet though." You grinned, and you turned and left.

Bob stood on the ledge for a while after you disappeared from view, going over your words in his head. Precognition. Did he somehow know he was going to meet you? Was he meant to meet you?

Before you came into his world, Bob Floyd had felt... something. He could never quite shake the feeling and it was always there, in the back of his head, like life was never perfectly complete. No matter how good things were, how exciting a new relationship felt or the rush of that new promotion, a piece of him yearned for something he could not quite place.

That was until this morning, when he drove into town. The sun drummed down on the car and the aircon had long stopped working.

Roxy complained about the heat, and she swore it suddenly got worse as soon as they got onto the island.

"I can't take it anymore, Bobby, I need water." she whined. Bob sighed, they weren't far from their Bed and Breakfast, but he knew he'd be in for a long evening if he didn't appease her now.

Bob pulled the car up alongside the curb, a small convenience store nearby.

"I'll be back in a sec." Bob mumbled as he got out of the car.

He walked down the curb to convenience store, but as he passed a small alleyway that led down towards the docks, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He stopped suddenly and he watched you through the window of your store, laughing and chatting away as you restocked the shelves.

He didn't realise he was moving until he was crossing over the threshold and the bell jingled, snapping him out of his trance.

The moment you turned to face him, the feeling of something missing suddenly disappeared, and for the first time in Bobs life, he felt he was exactly where he needed to be.

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It was a few days later when you saw Bob again, only this time he hadn't spotted you first, and so you hung back as he walked out of the Bed and Breakfast, Roxy hot on his tail.

"I told you I'm sick of this place. We've been here 4 days and we haven't done anything! I want to go home." She demanded, dropping her already packed suitcase, and crossing her arms across her chest.

Bob rolled his eyes and turned to face her, "Look, if you want to leave, then take the car and I'll get a Greyhound or something. I'm not ready to leave yet, Rox."

"Why? What's so special about this place?"

Bob was about to answer, when he spotted you out of the corner of his eye, and turned to make eye contact. You smiled awkwardly as you pretended not to eavesdrop, browsing the colourful bouquets in front of ‘Mrs Montgomerys Floristry and Cupcakes’. You tried to appear busy and uninterested.

Roxy noticed the small interaction, and shot you a glare. You didn’t blame her, you seemed to be everywhere they were.

“Get in the car, Robert. We’re leaving, now.” She demanded, snatching the keys from his hand. She opened the trunk of the car and lobbed her suitcase inside, slamming the trunk shut. Bob didn’t move.

She opened the drivers side door and stood waiting for him to move, but he stood in front of the car and shook his head.

“I’m not leaving yet, Rox. To be honest I think it’s better if you go, if you’re not enjoying yourself.”

“And leave you to do what, exactly? Huh?” She shot you a glance again, and this time you decided it best to walk inside the florists and out of sight.

“Is there something going on here that I should know about?” She pried further.

“No, Roxanne. I just… I need a break, and I like it here!” Bob shot back defensively. “I never asked you to come in the first place.”

Roxy bit back a hurt chuckle, “Okay, sure. Well I’m sorry for thinking maybe you’d like your girlfriends company on your random-ass road trip, Bobby! But if that’s how you feel, I’ll go. See you at home.” She mumbled, climbing into the car and slamming the door.

Bob watched as she drove away, and he felt guilty. There was something going on, he didn’t mean to lie, but he didn’t know what it was himself so how was he meant to explain it to her?

He sighed and brushed a hand through his long, sandy hair, a silent war raging inside of him.

He suddenly remembered you were stood watching the entire fiasco, and turned towards the florists find you.

Inside the florists, you browsed through the colourful arrangements. You really should get something for your mom, she loved fresh flowers at the dinner table, but never wanted to pick her own. Her garden was too precious.

The door opened and you tried not to pay any mind to whoever walked through, already feeling nosy enough having eavesdropped.

You picked up a mini bouquet of lavender and baby’s breath which you thought would go well in your room, when you felt a hand on your arm, an electric shock jolting through you. You dropped the bouquet and Bob immediately dropped down to his knees to pick up the scattered flowers.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you. I… I just wanted to apologise for what happened out there. I don’t make it a habit to have arguments in public.” He chuckled nervously.

You dropped down to help him pick up the bits of lavender. “Don’t apologise, I shouldn’t have been listening in the first place. I might have made it worse by being there.” You mumbled, your eyebrows furrowed.

Bob looked up at you and bit his cheek. He wanted to tell you that if anything you made it easier for him to tell Roxy to leave, but he knew exactly how bad that sounded, and shook the thought from his mind.

You stood once you’d finished bundling the flowers back together, and looked at Bob for a long moment. Bob nodded awkwardly and turned to leave.

“Do you wanna come over for dinner tonight?” You blurted out.

Bob looked surprised, but a smile suddenly spread across his face. “Sure, that’d be great, thank you. What time?”

“Any time after 6 will be fine, we tend to eat late but we can have some drinks when you get there.” You grinned. You were so going to hell.

“I’ll see you then.” He grinned back, and walked out of the store.

You smiled to yourself and bit your lip as you walked over to the counter to pay.

“Hi Bart, just these two please.” You said as you plucked a yellow arrangement from the nearest shelf.

The door suddenly flew open again and Bob stuck his head through the gap with a slightly amused expression on his face, “Uh… I just realised I don’t know where you live.” He chuckled.

“Oh, right, yeah sorry. Bart have you got a pen and paper I could use?”

Bart slid over a notepad and pen and you drew Bob directions to your house.

“Thanks Bart.” You smiled, and handed the paper over to Bob. “See you later, Robby.”

Bob went bright red and disappeared, you turned to Bart to pay and toted your flowers up the hill to get ready for dinner.

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“Bree I told you I’m going visit your grandma to pick up the last of your dads stuff before she moves, I can’t host a dinner party tonight.” Your mom huffed, running around the kitchen to pack the last of her things before she left for the week.

“You don’t need to be here, I’m just letting you know there will be company so can you… ya know, hide your spellbook and anything creepy?” You joked with her as you chopped a carrot and threw the little cubes into a pot.

“The only creepy thing I have is you.” She joked back, kissing the side of your head. “Alright, I gotta go. I love you and call me if the house burns down… after you call the fire brigade.”

“Ok love you! Drive safe!” You called after her as you licked sauce off of your thumb. You did a little jiggly dance at the taste, you were so good!

You were excited for Bob to come over, but you were a little nervous. He was, after all, off bounds. A taken man, but you found yourself getting giddy every time he was around.

You threw ingredients into the blender for your margaritas later, and went upstairs to change as the food simmered.

You flicked through your wardrobe and tried on a few different outfits, eventually deciding on a long sleeved mesh black dress, with a small cami dress underneath.

The sound of a broom clattering onto the tile floor downstairs alerted you that Bob was near, and the hair on the back of your neck stood up. Your blood felt electric.

Running down the stairs, you scanned the house quickly to make sure there were no spellbooks or anything out of the ordinary on display, before making your way to the kitchen to stir the pot on the stove.

The doorbell rang and you quickly picked up the fallen broom and went to answer it.

You opened the door and your breath was knocked out of you. Bob looked beautiful.

He had his hair tucked behind his ears, little curls poking out below them, and a white shirt which he unbuttoned slightly, his toned, tanned chest slightly on display. Did he know what he was doing to you? He held a bottle of wine which you took from him and placed on the hallway table.

“You looked… beautiful.” He breathed

You bit your lip to stop the grin that would surely threaten to split your cheeks, and invited him in. Bob hugged you, and you felt the electric shock run from his fingertips through to your waist. You pretended not to notice but you could see Bob was surprised.

“You look great yourself.” You said softly, distracting him. “Shall I open this now? We can have margaritas later if you like.”

“Yeah that sounds like a plan.”

Bob followed you into the kitchen and you uncorked the wine, pouring two glasses for you and Bob.

He sniffed the air and wandered over to the pot of food.

“That smells great, what is it?”

You chuckled as you walked over and handed Bob his wine. “It’s just a vegetable stew, we grow a lot ourselves. I’m also baking some bread to go with the sage and rosemary butter, hope you don’t mind.”

Bob stared at you for a moment, an expression of curiosity and awe awash his face.

“What?” You asked, suddenly shying away from the intensity of his gaze, “Have I got something on my face?”

“No.” Bob laughed, “This is just…”

“Too much?” You worried.

“It’s perfect. You didn’t need to go through all of this effort for me though.”

“It’s no effort, I enjoy it.” You smiled, sipping on your wine. The two of you stood for a second in silence next to the stove, and you realised you were drifting dangerously close to Bob. You took a step back and pulled in a deep breath.

“So dinners gonna be another 20 minutes or so, do you wanna go outside and drink in the garden?” You asked, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah I’d like that.”

Bob followed you out into the garden where you’d set up a little table and two chairs, the sky hadn’t darkened yet and the sun was just beginning to dip over the sea, casting a bright golden light over everything in its path.

The way the sunset made your eyes and skin glow took Bobs breath away.

You sat down and made polite conversation for a while, but your eyes kept drifting to the exposed skin on his chest, and the veins that ran down his forearms. You caught yourself more than once imagine what his lips would feel like against your-

“Bree?” Bobs voice snapped you out of your dirty daydream. “Are you okay?” He looked worried, you must have really zoned out.

“Yeah! I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

Bob grinned, “I was just asking what kind of music you liked.”

“Oh, well… all sorts, I don’t really have a favourite, but I have got a lot of Fleetwood Mac on CD.” You laughed.

“I love Fleetwood Mac.” He mused.

“Wait here, I’ll grab my CD player.” You grinned, and you sprinted towards the house.

You rifled through the storage cupboard and pulled out your old CD player and some new batteries, and checked your Rumours CD was still inside.

You walked outside and placed the player on the porch, and pushed play.

‘You Make Loving Fun’ began to play through the tinny speakers, and you laughed.

“I promise I didn’t pick this song.” You sat down as Bob began to sing along to the song.

You groaned, “You actually know the words?”

“You bet your pretty little self I know the words.” He grinned, standing from his seat and holding out a hand to you.

You eyed him cautiously, but decided to take his hand anyway, and he pulled you to your feet, the electricity buzzing through your veins.

He gently slid a hand around your waist and pulled you into him as he began to move to the upbeat song as he sang.

“I never did believe in the ways of magic, but I'm beginning to wonder why! Don't, don't break the spell. It would be different and you know it will. You, you make loving fun! And I don't have to tell you but you're the only one.” Bob sang along, his voice as playful as the expression on his face as he twirled you around and pulled you back to him. You laughed, and couldn’t help but sing along.

You were both in fits of laughter by the time the song came to an end, you playfully shoved him away as you fought to catch your breath.

“Don’t quit your day job, Bob Floyd.” You grinned, as you continued to move slowly on your own as Rhiannon began to float through the speakers.

Bob stood watching you, a smile plastered across his beautiful face as he enjoyed the way your body swayed and twisted softly in the golden sunlight.

“You’re something magical, you know that.” He said earnestly.

You stopped and turned to face him.

Bobs expression was now a mixture of desperation, sadness and adoration. You weren’t in control when your legs began to move you towards him, or when you grabbed him by the collar and pulled his lips to yours.

Something otherworldly was at play in that moment.

But you weren’t pulling away either.

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- Chapter 3 Here -

I don't have a Taglist for this series but I will be updating my Masterlist as I go! <3

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renfree · 2 years

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My struggle with pink soup

For most of August, I struggled with pink soup in my game. I would like to briefly summarize the process and results of this struggle. I know that there are already a lot of tips, guides, recommendations from other simmers, but maybe my experience will also be useful to someone.

My desktop specs:

Windows 7 Ultimate;

Intel Core i5-2310 2.9 GHz;

NVIDIA GeForce GTX 670 before, GTX 970 now;

16 GB RAM;

SSD 860 EVO 250 GB.

What tweaks did I have before and when pink soup appeared:

Graphic Rules Maker adjusted like this:

Jessa's Memory Allocation Fix.

lazyduchess's RPC launcher with 4 GB patch applied and with graphic settings like this:

All in-game settings set to maximum

24546 MB of Virtual memory

I have Gunmod's Radiance Lighting mod. Turning it off didn't make a difference at all.

I use Pond & Sea Water Overhaul mod by Voeille. Perhaps removing it would somehow help in my situation, but I can’t even think about removing it.

This cheat code in my "userStartup.cheat" file: "uintprop LotSkirtSizeIncrease 120"

High-poly CC

I believe this cheat above was one of the main causes of my problems.

But, of course, the biggest reason for my problems was the huge amount of high-poly custom content that I was throwing constantly in the game over the past six months. Pink soup visited me last year, rarely, in small portions, when I only had 2 high-poly T-shirts or about that, but not in such quantity like now. I don't know what kind of computers those who so zealously protect high-poly content have. They and their friends and their dog are all right, nothing flashes, does not turn pink, does not crashes. Okay. Maybe they have some other game, which is secretly distributed somewhere. It seems to me that they still keep back something.

I confess, I have become very attached to the content that such people do. Maybe I'll get over it, but right now I don't want to give up all those beautiful realistic looking hairs, wardrobes and shoes (30k polygons shoes OMFG WHY?!), although I understand that this could be one of the solutions. But too much would have to be given up.

In the end, I had to compromise with my game.

Solutions

Completely remove "uintprop LotSkirtSizeIncrease 120" cheat from my "userStartup.cheat" file. I think it helped me the most. I also usually have "View Distance" option in game set on "Large". Sometimes I set it to "Extra Large" when I feel I can. But I noticed that the game crashes way more often with "Extra High" for me. Lately I've even been loading lots with this option set to "High" only. Otherwise, the game may crash while loading the lot. Even if I just turned on the game. Then, when lot is loaded, I set "View Distance" on "Extra High" again.

I replaced the video card with a more powerful one. I doubt it helped me a lot, but I've been wanting to do this for a long time anyway. My computer is quite old and I don't plan to upgrade it to a fully modern system anytime soon, so I just found a used old but proven card model.

So I increased texture memory in GRM up to 4096 MB. Did it help me? Maybe but I doubt.

I removed most of the high-poly custom cars, and prevented the rest from appearing in hood view as imposters. Did it help me? I think a little.

I removed a lot of hood deco stuff from my hood. First of all most of the buildings. Then all of the street lights. I don't know what I'm going to do with Downtown in my uberhood. There are a lot of luminous buildings and street light, and I have not tried to play there yet.

My RPC graphic setting now look like this. Unfortunately, it turned out that beautiful lot imposters are very costly for me. High and medium shadows are not too different though.

I installed @lazyduchess Pink Soup Fix. Now I basically never see a pink flashing at all. This is a kind of plus, because the pink flashing made me neurotic :D It happens that after a long game session, the heads disappear on the family loading screen, and the body of the sims disappears in the live mode. But at least if the previews are buggy, it does not prevent me from playing further. Maybe this fix helps somehow.

How is it now

I brought back most of the high-poly objects into the game, with the exception of some toothbrush cups and cakes with 50k polygons. I now carefully filter clothes, grabbing polygon-reduced hair meshes as soon as I see them. And a big thank you to the creators who kindly list the polygon counts of their creations so I can immediately know if it's worth my time to download their content.

The game works quite stable. It is often possible to play with 3-5 families in a row with visits to heavy community lots. But increasing the view distance increases the chance of a crash, yeah.

Also, if I change Sims appearances or buy clothes during the game, objects and Sims may start to become invisible (they would have flashing without the fix) a little earlier.

But it is in any case a very big progress. In August, I launched the game, loaded one family, and some objects immediately started flashing. Yes, I use ridiculously high-poly pants and hairs because I like them. But now I'm in a period of love for a realistic style of playing, I can't help myself :) The main thing is that now I can play relatively calmly.

#sims 2 #pink soup #ts2 game tweaks #ts2 pink soup #purple soup

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darkdevasofdestruction · 1 month

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Chapter 1 - A Fox In Hell

( Before anyone asks, yes, this is an edited picture of Yae Miko from Genshin Impact. I've had a Miko character for a long time, but I never got around to draw her - Not that I'm that great at drawing anyway - So when Yae came out, I instantly fell in love with her design and personality so much that I got her cosplay. We're alike in many ways, and I love it. )

Where am I...? Kitsune thought to herself, as she found her way in what looked like the inside of a grand Western castle. One second she was doing a ritual at her shrine, and now, here she was, facing some strangers dressed in similar suits. Something wasn't right. The air was feeling heavier than back home, and the atmosphere was tense. What in the world could be happening - No, better asked, how did she get in this place?

"Welcome to the Devildom, Kitsune!" a man with auburn hair and amber eyes, towering over her with his rather muscular body addressed her with a firm yet gentle and friendly tone. "Oh, pardon me. Feeling a bit shocked, are we?" he frowned slightly in understanding. Kitsune looked at him, her green eyes looking deep into his own, and she shuddered. For the first time in her long life, she was afraid. It wasn't the tremendous power that he radiated, but rather, the awfully abundant, dark, ice-cold, yet also fiery rage that was buried deep inside of his heart. By the way he was behaving so jovial, she could only imagine he was supposed to be a sweet man, kind to everyone, but Kitsune could sense emotions better than most. She remembered being called an Esper, at some point, but no - She was nothing more than a fox.

And, most of all - How does he know her name? Was she summoned here, by him? And of course... Why her, of all people? Well, perhaps 'people' isn't the right term to address herself, and them as well. She wasn't human, per se, and neither were they.

"...How do you expect me to answer?" the girl asked, her long, fluffy tails appearing and wrapping themselves protectively around her. "I believe the right term for this would go along the way of... Kidnapping? Maybe?" she continued, one eyebrow arched, questioning the man. "Ah, yes, forgive me - We have taken you by surprise, it's only understandable you would be confused." the man's eyes widened in realisation at his mistake. "You are not quite human, yet you have been living among them for a while, yes?" he asked, earning a short nod as an answer. "It may take a while for you to get used to the things around Devildom." Kitsune could only sneer at the man who was speaking so jovially, yet beating around the bush so serenely, as if he wasn't hearing a word she was saying. "Why am I here? You haven't answered my question. In fact - Where IS here, anyway? And what gives you the right to kidnap me from my home and act all innocent about it?" although her voice was harsh, the man wasn't taken aback, nor upset. He merely smiled brightly and began speaking again. "I apologise,I should have introduced myself first. My name is Diavolo. I am the ruler of all demons, and all here know of me. And someday soon, I will be crowned king of the Devildom." the way he spoke, without a care in the world, as if nothing he said could be out of place, shocked the girl enough for her fox features to disappear entirely, and she straightened up, looking at him with a confused and distorted expression. "What the hell are you on about? If you brought me here, I'm sure you know that I'm a Shrine Maiden. I'm the Kitsune Guuji. I exorcise demons. Are you trying to take revenge on me for your kin or what?" she asked, blinking as if trying to wake up from an absurd dream. "Ahh, no, nothing of the sort - In fact, I believe I should clear out some misunderstandings. The 'demons' you exorcise aren't quite the same as us. In fact, what you do is pacify the remnant of a vengeful spirit that has possessed a living human, or that has taken the shape of one, more or less. It may seem like quite the culture shock, for someone who never met, nor has heard of our kind, or of Angels or the Grim Reaper, but you will get used to it soon enough, I'm sure." he held an encouraging smile on his face. "Yeah, I know what I was doing, you don't have to explain that to me. I've been doing it for centuries, no need to patronise me. Once again, you're still not telling me the reason for bringing me here." she pushed once again, making the man sweatdrop, his smile vanishing in disappointment.

"I'm not trying to patronise you, and if it appeared that way, I apologise. You are inside the Royal Academy of Diavolo... Though, we just call it RAD." he said, as the girl scoffed in mock amusement. "You're standing inside the assembly hall, the very heart of RAD. This is where we, officers of the student council, hold out meetings and conduct our business. I'm the president of the Student Council." his words were only giving Kitsune a headache - Despite the years of technology and development, she was still an ancient entity who performed rites and rituals and took care of the shrines that she visited all over the country. She was a divine being that was blessing people and aiding the spirits of the deceased find rest -- So she never attended any official education before. This was, by far, the worst horror scenario she could imagine. "... I never went to school, let alone an Academy. I doubt I'm even qualified to join your ranks... It seems to me that's why you have brought me here... For who knows what reason." she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. "I will explain everything to you." a new deep, suave voice came from another place, revealing a brunet man with piercing eyes, dressed sharply in his military-looking school uniform. She could feel a profound sense of pride, mixed with guilt, sorrow and remorse. He looked to be a pitiful man on the inside, despite his confident and firm appearance. "Kitsune, this is Lucifer. He is a demon and the Avatar of Pride." Diavolo explains. "He is also the vice president of the Student Council and my Right-hand man... And not just in title, I assure you. Beyond that, he's also my most trusted friend!" the easy-going man laughed, earning a sad expression from the other one. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Diavolo." he muttered, before shifting his gaze at the fox girl, as his upset face changed to one of smugness and confidence. His title fits him. "Speaking on behalf of the entire student body at this great and storied school of ours, I offer you a most heartfelt welcome, Kitsune." Lucifer smiled with a fake-welcoming smile. "Both of you, I would appreciate it if you would stop faking your personalities. I can sense what you're feeling - And you're not impressing me in the least. Besides - You still didn't really answer my question. For the last time - WHY am I here" the girl pointed out, slightly angry. "First of all, while you are spot on with my disposition, Diavolo is being genuine in greeting you with open arms. He believes that we, demons, should start strengthening our relationship with both the human world and the Celestial Realm. As a first step towards this goal, we've decided to institute an exchange program. We've sent two of our students to the human world and two to the Celestial Realm." he began explaining, as Kitsune hummed in understanding. "Still, I'm not a human. I'm not sure how great of a representative of human kind I can be, considering I'm more or less a trickster spirit." the girl seemed to relax visibly, looking more passive at the two speakers. "Yet you still inhabit the Human Realm, and have been doing so for centuries. You have experienced more than any human can hope to - In fact, our other human exchange student is a wizard that has reached immortality centuries ago." Diavolo explained, rather proud of himself. "Although I'm pretty sure bringing immortal beings into your programme outright beats the point of bringing the Three Realms together..." Kitsune fidgeted in her spot, looking around with slight worry in her eyes. "I shall only remain, should you allow me free reigns to leave whenever I wish to. The shrines all over the country depend on me. Festivals and rituals depend on me to perform for them. Not only that... I need sunlight to survive... To some extent." she explained, much more passively than before. "Yes, of course, that can be arranged. I'm glad you've warmed up to this idea so easily!" Diavolo smiled widely... Why did he seem so genuine, yet his heart was telling otherwise?

"Your period of stay is one year. You will have to work on the tasks that you will receive from RAD. After one year, you will write a paper about your exchange here in the Devildom." Lucifer states, but the red haired kitsune remained quiet for a little while.

"I have never attended official educational programmes before. I have no idea what you're talking about. Not only that, I will need a guide... Or a tutor... Or any kind of aid, to be able to adjust to such a drastic environment change. The air around is heavy, even for someone like me, and I am not familiar with any kind of technology." Kitsune explained the obvious downsides of her being there. "It's not like I will abandon you all by yourself here in the Devildom. You need someone to look after you, and I think that someone should be my brother Mammon. He's the Avatar of Greed and...How should I put it...? Oh well, you'll understand soon enough." he scoffed slightly, looking visibly upset. "I refuse." her reply was deadpan and strong. "You... Refuse?" Lucifer arched a questioning brow. "Diavolo is the one who brought me here. He should take accountability for his actions. He is the future King of this place, and the President of... Whatever. If there is no one else more qualified than him, then he should be the one to be my guide around this place. Accept it, and I stay. Refuse, and I leave. These are my conditions." for the first time since she's arrived, the corner of her mouth curled upwards, showing a mischievous, cunning vixen smirk. "Don't you think you're being rather rude and imposing, considering you are a guest here, in Lord Diavolo's own home, in which he so humbly welcomed you with all the kindness and understanding existent?" Lucifer seems to have been irked by her comment. "I didn't ASK to be here. You people kidnapped me. You are taking me away from my life. You could have just as easily picked another human in my stead - But you didn't. Besides, what are you, the Devil's Advocate - Quite literally speaking? I was speaking to Diavolo. I want to hear HIS answer, not yours." her poisonous tongue seemed to greatly anger the Avatar of Pride, whose authority felt trampled, yet Diavolo merely laughed heartily. "If that's what Kitsune wants, then I agree! I must confess to you, once Lucifer showed me he has chosen you as one of the students here, I was overcome with joy! Your resume seemed fantastic, and I was eager to learn more about you." the man smiled enthusiastically. "Then it's settled, little lordling. Is there anything of interest that I should know, before I embark on this rather... Peculiar journey in the Netherworld?" the fox girl looked seemingly bored, yet was feeling rather giddy with excitement. "Here, take this device. It's called a D.D.D. It's a lot like the cell phones of your world. This will be yours to use for as long as you're here. Now, go ahead and try calling Diavolo with it." he urges the girl to try it out, but she only stared at the small, rectangular, black object that lay in her hands. "... What's a cell phone...?" the trickster's question only made those present widen their eyes - They were aware of her not being in touch with technology, but to be so completely unaware of even a cell phone?

"Don't worry, Lucifer, I'll teach her how to use it." Diavolo smiled reassuringly at the girl. His smile was bright and beaming, and he radiated, what she remembers some of her younger maidens that have joined the shrine, 'Golden Retriever Energy'. "Do you have any question right now, Kitsune? If not, you can always ask me, or anyone from the student council, whenever you have any queries." the man explained, making the girl scan the room carefully. "Who are these people?" she pointed towards the other people dressed in similar clothing. "Ah, yes, of course, well spotted. This, right here, is Barbatos. He is my butler. And... We still need to introduce you to Lucifer's brothers. And...It's probably better that you do that instead of me, wouldn't you say?" Diavolo smiled at Lucifer, who frowned, looking gloomy. "Yes... As much as I dread the idea of doing so, you're right." he grumbled, but before anyone else could say anything, the pitched voice of a man whined jokingly. "Oh, come on. Really? You should be honoured that you get to introduce such a sweet and charming little brother like me!" a man with a long, strawberry blond fringe and peach eyes called out. Looking at him, Kitsune could feel an almost-scary amount of narcissism and desire. This one tried so hard to be liked by everyone that it almost felt as if he had the lowest self-esteem of all. "This one here is Asmodeus. He's the 5th eldest. He is the Avatar of Lust." hearing that, the girl almost let out a huff of amusement, realising how spot-on she was. "Wh...! I can't believe you just totally ignored what I said! And not only that, you referred to me as this one! How rude!" the man cried out with a frown. "Hmph. At least he didn't ignore you altogether. How do you think I feel?" a man with untamed blond hair and piercing emerald eyes called out, upset. There was a tremendous amount of pure, raw hatred and anger bubbling inside of his soul, and if he were to let it out, the world might be wrecked - And even still, it didn't compare to how scary the Prince felt. "That one there is Satan, the 4th eldest. At first glance, he may seem like responsible demon with a good head on his shoulders, but looks can be deceiving." Lucifer warned, but the fox girl didn't know what to do with such an information. "Aha, so I'm that one, am I? Nice to meet you, Kitsune. I'm Satan, the Avatar of Wrath." Satan looked at her passively, but at least he noticed her presence, unlike the Lust Aspect. "It's nice to meet you as well, Satan." Kitsune bowed her head slightly in acknowledgement, watching the devious smile on his face. "Hey may flash you a pretty smile like that, but you had better be careful because it is all an act." Lucifer warned once again about his brother, who only smiled poison at the brunet man. "If you continue saying such nonsense, you'll just scare Kitsune." he shook his head in annoyance. "I've seen far worse than any of you, before." whether that was a truth or a lie, it held no meaning. "Don't take him too seriously, Kitsune. Lucifer enjoys speaking ill of his brothers. He is the Avatar of Pride, after all." he said that with a pretty smile on his face, and yet, a dark aura was evident around him, as the atmosphere thickened considerably.

"Are you done?" Lucifer sighed. "Now, the one there with the very grumpy look on his face is Beelzebub. He's the 6th oldest." he explained, nodding towards his orange haired brother. This one, in anti-thesis with all his other brothers, looked about the most intimidating, yet his aura felt pure, innocent and absolutely inoffensive. This one had only good intentions, it seemed. "Lucifer, I'm hungry." he grumbled simply. "That's too bad. Now behave yourself." Lucifer glared at him. "I'm Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony." his stomach rumbled as he looked down in sorrow, introducing himself. "Wonderful meeting all of you." the girl nodded in response. "So... There are 7 of us brothers in all, and I'm the eldest. Mammon, the 2nd oldest of us, will be there soon. My other brothers aren't here at the moment, but... Well... We can get to them later. All in good time." he looked away with a shady look. "That's okay... I think that's enough social interaction for a while" the girl chuckled softly. "During your stay in the Devildom, the 7 brothers will lend you their strength. To keep you safe, you are to stay with them at the House of Lamentation." Diavolo explained, but my eyebrows furrowed in worry. "Keep me... Safe...?" Kitsune let out an amused exhale. "The day I need help from anyone, is the day that I leave this world." "You may say so, little fox, but it might just be so. Most agree with Diavolo, but that doesn't mean that there aren't vulgar demons out there who wouldn't harm you. If anything were to happen to you, it would be our responsibility. And I won't betray Diavolo's expectations. So, I will do everything in my power to make sure you survive your stay here in Devildom." hearing the Pride Avatar speak to her as if she was nothing more than a defenseless mortal, Kitsune's tails appeared once more, wagging erratically, as a great, light blue spirit fox fire ignited all around her. "The, I'm sure you wouldn't be opposed to me cremating those... Vulgar demons, as you call them, am I correct? Surely, it would be seen as a means for this human representative to defend herself by any means necessary. Would that be any problem with you, Lucifer? No paperwork involved if some puny, lesser wretchling goes missing after breaking the rules, but if, Heavens forbid, something happens to ME... Well, we wouldn't want to get THAT far, now, do we~?" she smirked, prowling in front of the man, provoking him with a flash of her pristine grin. "All the better, less work for me, although I'd prefer if things remained... Civil. For all of our sakes. Now comes the last part of this introduction - Although we will all be living together, you should still have the means to reach us at any given time. All our phone numbers are in your D.D.D. already. It also has a messaging app. Make sure to add all of us, as soon as Diavolo shows you how to use it." Lucifer explained the basics, as I took out the D.D.D. and fidgeted easily with it. "Isn't that great, Kitsune? You're gonna be friends with the future king of the Devildom!" Satan chimed sarcastically, but the red haired girl merely scoffed.

"... All my friends have already left the world of the living. All that I see from you is constant bickering. You call yourselves brothers, but can you imagine life without one another? If you cannot, then... Mayhaps you should start acting with more regards to each other. Maybe then, you will realise how precious life really is." maybe she was taking things too seriously, and she really needed a break - Regardless, her little speech created a deep silence all throughout the room... Until the door was slammed open and a loud, obnoxious man with white hair barged in - Just like Beelzebub, despite how brash he looked... He was, by far, the softest and most tender out of all of them. How peculiar. "Well, it seems the idiot has arrived as well." Lucifer looked at me with a dead inside expression. "Hey! You've got a lotta nerve summoning the GREAT Mammon!" he yapped like an annoyed puppy getting awaken from his sleep. "Listen up, because I'm only gonna say this once. If you value your life, then you'll hand over all of your money now! And anything else of value, too! Otherwise I'll wipe that stupid, happy-go-lucky look right off your face... By eatin' you! Startin' at your head and working my way down, until-" Mammon kept threatening, making Kitsune roll her eyes and sigh. Despite being the most innocent of them all, he sure was annoying. To put him in his place, Kitsune poofed right behind him, patting him on the shoulder, startling him. As he yelped in fear, he turned around, yelling, only to see no one there... Only another pat on the shoulder from behind. This action repeated a few times, with the white haired male getting angrier and angrier by the second, until he was ultimately tripped, and the girl placed her shoe on his neck. "If you value your life, don't threaten me. I'll burn you alive." her voice was low and scary, making him whimper, as he watched the way "Who the hell do ya think you ar-" he continued, a bit louder, but was soon stopped by Lucifer sucker-punching him. "Damn... That was a good blow to the liver." the girl wolf-whistled, which seemed to earn a smirk. "GAH, OWW! Hey, what's the big idea?!" Mammon pouted, as if he was just an innocent soft boy. "Kitsune, Mammon here is the Avatar of Greed. He governs and oversees all forms of it. Whenever he takes a liking to someone, they suddenly find themselves awash in money. But from what I hear, if he decides to break it off with someone, that wealth evaporates. They're left without a Grimm to their name." Satan informed me, yet he seemed to mock him. "That's Devildom's currency, in case you weren't aware." he continued with a clarification. "And he's also a masochist. That part's important." Asmodeus teased with a gleeful look on his face. "Y'all, stop telling lies! I ain't asked for that punch and I AIN'T a masochist!" Mammon pouted like a kicked puppy, and Kitsune almost felt bad for him. "I believe this teasing has gone too far. I shall retreat to my room, if possible. As I said, enough social interaction, you people are tiring me." she patted Mammon's ruffled up hair, before stepping in front of Diavolo. "Shall we?" "Yes, we shall, Kitsune. Lucifer, could you wrap up things around here? Since it's weekend tomorrow, I'll take the liberty of showing Kitsune around myself, and she'll be staying the night at the castle. Could you make sure everything is settled around for her dormitory in the House of Lamentations?" Diavolo asked, putting his arm around the girl, ready to exit the great hall. "Yes, of course. Until next time, Kitsune." thus, Lucifer and all of his brothers were dismissed, and with that, Kitsune was guided by the Demon Prince through the labyrinthine halls of the Academy, and whilst she tried to memorise her way around the place... Not only was she directionally challenged, but she was also incredibly lost, from start to finish. Hopefully, they will install some arrows with the way needed to be taken for each class, otherwise, who knows where she'll be finding herself.

Next, they found themselves outside - The view was breathtaking, the sky looked like a dark abyss embellished with little twinkling pearls - And the city was illuminated with hundreds of bright lights of every colour. Somewhere in the distance, a large castle could be seen. Imposing, dark, as if it belonged to some malefic villain... Was that Diavolo's castle? If so, the exterior design didn't match his aesthetic in the least. It only needed an abundant amount of dark clouds and lightning, and it would have made for the perfect horror movie.

The man spoke, here and there, but Kitsune's mind was far too preoccupied with the beautiful landscapes that she was allowed to witness. Yes, whatever information he may have been telling must be important, but so is admiring everything around. The air was warm and refreshing, and the calming sound of the night breeze rustling through the tree leaves was making the girl close her eyes and smile in content, feeling at peace. The heavy atmosphere from inside the Academy wasn't as hard to bear with outside - In fact, it almost felt like a normal walk through the village back home. It seems that she is going to take quite a few walks around this city.

She wasn't sure how fast time flew, but she wasn't tired by the time they arrived in front of the castle gates - She looked up, but the tallest tower was lost into the sky, that's how immense the building was. "What do you do with so much space?" she muttered softly, as she was welcomed inside the castle grounds. Left and right of the paved path towards the castle, beautifully attended gardens with shining flowers were captivating Kitsune's eyes. Completely forgetting of the Prince's existence, she stopped dead in her tracks and stepped onto the soft green grass, towards a far away flower - It was lonely, but beautiful, blooming on the top of a black archway. Light blue and glowing, it completely stole her attention, as she gazed fondly at it.

"Do you like it?" she was startled out of her reverie, as she found the man, wearing a soft smile, on the either side of the archway, looking down at the flower as well. "Yes, I can see why you like it. It's a very rare flower that Barbatos found for me. It's found in a very dangerous forest, somewhere deep, where only the bravest demons dare venture. Or so he said." he chuckled lightly, watching the girl nod reluctantly. "It's... Beautiful. I have never seen anything like it before. Is it magic?" the girl spoke in a soft voice. "All plants in Devildom have some percentage of magic, more or less. Demon magic. But this one is a bit different. The story goes that an angel shed a tear and it fell into the human world, where this flower was first in bloom. Humans couldn't appreciate it, however, for it was one of its kind, and they wanted to make profit of it, so before the flower wilted, the last human owner sold it to the devil, who brought it here." he explained the brief history behind it. "Something tells me none of that is real. But that's the fun of human stories. They're so ridiculous, it's impossible not to enjoy them, to some extent." the corners of her mouth turned upwards just the littlest bit. "Hmmm... I have an idea!" with such an exclamation, Diavolo reached his hands out towards the flower - Realising his intent, Kitsune immediately stopped him by grabbing them. "Don't take it away!" she pleaded with him. "If you do, it will wilt. It would be a pity if such a beautiful flower should die because of our whims." "Don't worry, it won't wilt. It has magic protecting it." he spoke, feeling the girl's hands slowly leave his, allowing him to carefully cut off the flower - He then stepped from behind the archway, and with one hand cupping her face, he put a strand of her hair behind her ear, along with the glowing flower. "There, now you're both glowing with beauty!" his laughed seemed so innocent and pure, and he complimented her with such ease, that she couldn't help but look away, hiding her rosy cheeks. "Don't speak such words so freely." she ushered, scolding him. At least now she understood why Lucifer was so uncomfortable whenever Diavolo spoke so highly of him. "Well, Kitsune, take it this way - Since the flower won't wilt, it won't be alone anymore, on the arch. It will stay with someone that can properly appreciate its beauty, and everywhere you go, others will be able to look at it and admire it as well!" he explained his logic, earning a slow nod from her. "... Thank you." her voice was barely above a whisper from the embarrassment, but much to his glee, the demon prince heard her words, and beamed with happiness. "Come on, let me show you your temporary home - But your chamber will be yours for as long as you stay in Devildom, so if you ever want to visit me, you won't have to worry about returning to the House of Lamentations!" he exclaimed happily. "You are very considerate." she pointed out, more as a fact than a compliment. "I will one day truly rule Devildom, so I have to know how to take care of all of my people's needs." his never-faltering smile still remained on his face as strong and vibrant, even as he showed her her new bedroom, the halls, his study room... Or his own bedroom, where they remained for a cup of tea, some snacks, and a basic tutorial on how to use her new cell phone. Just as before, the man was incredibly patient, understanding that she never was in direct contact with any modern technology, so she needs to take it easy and ease into this new world, new life... New everything, little by little.

By the end of the evening, it seemed that the girl was already getting the gist of her device - At least she always been proud of how much of a fast learned she always was. "Okay, Kitsune, I'll go ahead and send you a message!" Diavolo exclaimed excitedly, as she looked up and offered him a shy grin. "I sent you a... Sticker in return! Did it get sent? ... I think here it says that you have also seen it." she explained what she was seeing on her screen, making Diavolo laugh in happiness. "Yes, very well, I did get it, you're doing great!" the prince praised her, patting her hair like a child, timid but happy with her achievements. "Thank you... For your patience." she bowed her head lightly at him. "It's my pleasure!" he chuckled, only for Barbatos to enter the room, telling the two that it was getting late and they should be sleeping. As Kitsune was halfway out of the room, Diavolo stopped her. "Is there anything else you'd like to tell me, Kitsune?" as she turned her head to look at him, she realised that his eyes were peering right into her soul, as if he could read whether she was being genuine or not. She felt like a specimen under a hawk's watch, ready to be devoured at the littlest mistake. Instead, she merely smiled and wiggled her fingers lazily at him. 'Sweet Dreams, little lordling.' she said, closing the door behind her.

Not a lie, nor a truth to his question, but merely an avoidance. It wasn't the right time to tell him what she felt... Or rather, what she could feel that he was feeling, deep inside his repressed emotions. Thus, she went down the stairs, looking around for her temporary bedroom, admiring the opulent and luxurious architecture that made the castle look so royal and fantastic - It was so different than the palaces around Japan, China or Korea... Everything was so different, but she knew this was very similar to Western architecture. Despite not being well versed in technology, there were enough bookstores and libraries around for her to do all kinds of research.

Problem was... She was lost.

Slapping her forehead in disdain, she looked around the place and realised she was in a very unfamiliar hallway... They definitely didn't go through there. Sighing, she took out her D.D.D. and messaged the Prince some stickers. First, came this <Sticker> ; And then, this <Sticker>.

Diavolo: What happened, Kitsune? Kitsune: I... Kitsune: ... Diavolo: Kitsune, are you alright? Kitsune: No. Kitsune: I'm a mess. Kitsune: I'm awful. Kitsune: I need a map and a tour guide everywhere I go. Diavolo: Kitsune... Did you get lost on your way to the bedroom? Kitsune: ... Yes. Diavolo: It's alright, the castle is huge, even I get lost sometimes! Diavolo: Can you tell me where you are? Kitsune: If I could, I wouldn't be in distress. Kitsune: It looks like a... What do you call it... Kitsune: Event room? Kitsune: It's almost fully golden, the ceiling is very high, and there are chandeliers everywhere. Kitsune: And a grand piano. Diavolo: Ah, you're in the ballroom! Hold up, I'll come get you! Kitsune: Thanks... And sorry for the problem. Diavolo: It's never a problem helping you, Kitsune!

Thus, Kitsune started walking around the giant 'Ballroom' as he called it, and admired the place. She remembers some pictured from a French castle, called 'Versailles', and the gold, the mirrors, the carvings, the paintings, the crystals... Everything screamed that there lived a King. She could only wonder, if this is the degree of opulence that this single room displayed, how elegant were the guests, and how extravagant the parties held were.

She had no idea how long she strolled around, admiring the room, smiling as she imagined couples dancing merrily on the marble floor - So much that she began the hum the tune of 'Waltz of the Flowers' by Tchaikovsky, and remembering how her little apprentices would oftentimes get drunk and pull her to dance to all the random things, she learnt some of the most unusual dance styles... Including the Viennese Waltz. Even if she wasn't wearing whatever puffy, lavished outfits that princesses wore, and she was merely wearing her stylised priestess outfit, she still enjoyed twirling around in the four steps, pretending to dance with someone.

Her day-dreaming was disturbed once more by the sound of footsteps echoing on the floor, as the Demon Prince, now wearing only his pyjama pants and a half-buttoned, sleeves rolled up black shirt, stepped towards her - He bent at the waist in front of her, and extended his hand towards her. "May I have this dance?" he asked, making Kitsune's eyes grow wide with surprise an embarrassment. "O-Oh, uhm... I-I'm not sure it's really proper... To share such an intimate dance with a stranger." she fumbled, taking one step backwards to create some distance between them. "Really, now? I wasn't aware. Is that how it is in the human world?" he asked, straightening up, not at all offended by the refusal. "Either way, you danced beautifully, bravo!" he then applauded her performance, making her cheeks redden even more. "That was not something worth of praise... I never danced anything like this before. It is not something that originated in my country... But a few drunk girls thought it fun to use me as a teaching instrument." she coughed, changing the subject for a while. "And no, it's not a problem of the human world, it's a problem of mine, and the traditions that I was brought up into, many hundreds of years ago." she explained, awkwardly. "Well, that's understandable! Very well, let's get you back to your room, you must be exhausted. Don't worry about a thing tomorrow, Barbatos will come bring you breakfast, so you can sleep in as much as you wish. When you're ready to get out, just text me and I'll come pick you up, alright?" the man smiled sweetly at her, as he escorted her to her bedroom. "... Alright. Thank you again for your troubles, Diavolo. I hope I won't have to disturb you again." she chuckled nervously in shame at her own misdemeanours. "By all means, please do. Good night, Kitsune." he grinned, patting her head before leaving.

This allowed the girl to close the door and step inside her bedroom, admiring how absolutely gorgeous her new bedroom was. She never thought she could ever see anything so simple, yet so beautiful and elegant in its own classy way, despite it being so unfamiliar to anything that she ever encountered during the ages in her own country. It was fascinating.

Noticing the silk nightgown that was placed on the bed, Kitsune picked it and went to take a relaxing bubble bath, before turning in for the night - It was only then, when she got in the cloud-like bed, that she realised how absolutely drained she felt. She wasn't sure if it was the Devildom air, or all the new things all at once, or how much she got lost... But she knew, that night, she was going to sleep like a child.

Still, there was only one thing that was going through her head, at that was Diavolo - Or rather... How could such a kind and attentive man harbour such awful, painful, damaging emotions, such unquenchable wrath and rage that could make the whole universe freeze over - Something so overbearing that would make even the embodiment of Wrath that she met just a few hours prior, tremble in fear before him. She couldn't understand him. The more he approached her, the more hear heart wanted her to get closer to him, only for her instincts to yell at her in fear, making her tremble all over at the potential threat. Diavolo could simply blink the wrong way, and it could make the whole Human Realm dissipate into thin dust. He didn't seem the type to act on a whim, clearly, but what in the world could have created such negative feelings in his heart, so bad that he can't seem to appease them in any way?

No matter, this wasn't the type to be playing the esper detective, nor should she care, to begin with. For the night, she needed rest, and nothing more.

Next Chapter >

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sunflowerandstrawberryspice · 1 year

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Ninjago characters as things said in THEARE

Zane, Lloyd and Pixal are all techies (Lloyd plays minor rolls they need filled)

Cole, Kai, Jay, Skylor and Nya are all actors

Kai- What if we just DON'T mess with my FUCKING COSTUME

Cole- I'm gonna dance my way into hell

Skylor: *doing lines for a kiss scene* -and till death I shall follow... fuck Cole: SKYLOR TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY Skylor: I CAN'T Cole: WHY NOT Skylor: I'M GAY Cole: SO AM I BE THE QUEEN

Nya- Tee he ha ha I'm dehydrated and probably over heating lol

Jay- Uh... I may or may not have McLost my mic... and the mic bag Zane: *irritated sigh and expressionless stare* Get out of my house

Lloyd: The next person to move the GODDAMN TREES I'M GOING TO GUT THEM

Pixal: The next person to lose their prop and force me to find it is going to lose their life

~For reference there's a baby doll that the techies had for some reason~

Zane: This is my child what are you talking about Pixal: Am I the mom? Zane: No Cole is

~After the baby had a leg ripped off~

Lloyd: *Throws a baby leg*

Jay: Was that the first leg or the second leg?

Pixal: *using the spot light* Beep bop I'm the god of light

Lloyd: oh my god anarchy! I love anarchy!

Cole: *was meant to say hate for the line* and I will date you till... Jay: has this just becomes and enemies to lovers plot! Cole: This has become and enemies to enemies plot

Wu (the director in this case): Please PLEASE stop saying your taking your pants off in the dressing room if you're not taking your pants off

Nya: I deserve to hold a sword

Skylor: Gay rights is me getting extra mac and cheese and Cole finding a fan in the storage room

Zane: Sexy? Not in my Christian sound booth.

Kai: I'm very hot, I mean that literally my costume is practically made of plastic, though I'm also quite sexy

Pixal: STOP EATING THE FAKE CRACK Lloyd: THEN STOP USING PIXIE STIX

Jay: I'm passing the phone to someone with a caffeine addiction Nya: *one her third monster energy* I'm gonna stab you and take your money for more Monster

Cole: And here I will showcase my pure talent with the help of Kai and Lloyd who's the only one willing to be Karen! *Meet the Plastics begins to play from his phone*

Sorry for disappearing off the face of the earth y'all, if you can't tell I'm in theater (I'm an actress) and it was performance week! It was a great turnout and people were cracking up at my rolls which made me really happy! Schools ending shortly (little over a month) so I'm gonna be busy for a while but I'm still gonna try to post!

On a positive there's this techie who I like, they're super sweet and cute and Idk if I should ask them out. They got me flowers for my birthday recently and I'm actually getting them flowers as a gift *they mentioned techies not getting flowers as a joke and so I vowed to get them their favorite* and we're doing this secrete note box thing for theater and I might leave them a note but I'm not sure yet!

Anyway enough about my life hope to post some art stuff soon! See y'all later, peace!

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diary-su · 4 months

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💌 A Letter from Eunsoo.

It's already May. The weather is really nice these days. It still feels like spring, but I think summer will come really soon. It's hot during the day and chilly at night, so the daily temperature difference is quite large,so even if it's inconvenient. I recommend everyone to bring some outerwear! It's hard when you catch a cold...

How are you all doing? Are your mood and heart temperature okay?

I've finally gotten out of the swamp of midterm exams and assignments and can finally breathe a bit... Oh, can I have a TMI? I'm taking 20 credits this semester. Haha, it's amazing. Still, I'm having fun. I'm already in my 4th year, and I feel like I'm working harder than I have been since I was in 1st year. This time, I am taking several general education courses and am having new experiences by meeting a variety of people and learning knowledge in fields I did not know. Thanks to you, I am having a very busy daily life these days! Since the weather was nice, I thought of you all, so I stopped by.

When the weather is nice, I feel like my condition improves. When I fully feel the cool breeze and warm sunlight blowing in the clear blue sky, I feel comforted even without doing anything. So, I often deliberately go to places with sunlight, sit with my eyes closed, and photosynthesize. Then, my mood improves, distracting thoughts disappear for a while, and my mind becomes clearer! If you spend a lot of time indoors, don't forget to get some sunlight every once in a while. ☀️

What else should I talk about? I want to talk about all kinds of things, but when I start writing like this, I can't think of anything.

Anyway!! Be sure to get some sunlight, drink a lot of water, pack a coat, and be careful not to catch a cold. Ah!! That’s right, I bought a new film camera today. Haha.

It will be my first :manual: film camera, because up to now all of them have been automatic film cameras. My Konica friend, who I often used, used it too often, too much, and too harshly, and the results were creaky when taking pictures, so I decided to stop using it. So, I ended up buying a new manual film camera, which I had always been thinking about. I don't even know how to use it yet, but I'm going to try various things and capture my daily life and life once again.

If I have any good photos, I'll be sure to share them with you like I do now 🤍

It was Shin Eun-soo who hesitated again today..

Thanks to the generous fans who like and appreciate posts like this, I feel like I am an incredibly happy person every time. I will work hard and prepare hard so that I can show my good side as an actor.

I hope you are all healthy and enjoying small happiness to the fullest.

I am always grateful and I love you so much. Enjoy your dinner too! 🍕🍔🌭🍳🧇🥐🥪🍗🥩🍘🍛🍜🍣🍲🍲🍚🍝🍦

Cr : Fancafe Eunsoo & @forshineunsoo on app X.

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measuringbliss · 9 months

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Spider-Man Read-Through 044: Peter's Graduation (ASM 181-186, Ann 12)

MASTERPOST

Len Wein's run finished with an astounding Green Goblin story, what will Marv Wolfman bring to the table?

Oh wow, we're not wasting time, huh!

I also know some little kitten is coming soon...

Our story begins a grave. Uncle Ben's grave!

And what a striking first page. Beautiful colors, smart positioning for the artists, overall really impressive beginning.

This issue is just a recollection of how our hero came to be, with a subtle retcon of Harry Osborn existing back when Peter was in high school. There's an entire page about Jameson's various ways to attack him--he really tried his best! The issue features really nice art, and there's a page where it recounts Spidey's foes... including Will O'The Wisps and Stegron. Uh, sure. Not gonna let me forget the latter now, are we?

My boy the Prowler also gets a cameo, which is quite lovely.

At the end, a penniless father steals Peter's old microscope he just dropped to Ben's grave. That's another kid who'll be happy!

#182 time!

Marv Wolfman's first tenure is to bring beloved supervillain Rocket Racer. Huh! Paying respect to your predecessor, I can appreciate that.

More importantly, this issue starts with one of these panels that Ross Andru seems to love and that, for me, have come to define his tenure:

Mindbending perspectives.

And you know what?

I think Ross Andru loves Rocket Racer, because their chase gives him the occasion to have fun angles and draw specific buildings, and i'm sure it was pretty much Christmas in his head, hahaha. Good for him!

So Spidey loses RR, who blackmails his employer who wants incriminating evidence against himself to make it disappear.

First off: those angles in the first three panels are a rare kind of thing, I feel! And secondly: Hmm, who might that be? A small, thin figure... I'm intrigued!

At the hospital, May tells Peter that married life is really cool. Uh-oh... Are we going to get a proposal, folks?

I didn't notice that right away, to be fair. It's MJ who lampshades it as they leave the room, and she's even about to say she's sad she doesn't have anyone like that (at least, before she gets cut off: where's Anna in all this?) when Peter, who doesn't care in the slightest, has a bad feeling. Doesn't notice anything though, although we definitely see some focus on a character...

Later, the blackmailed guy tries to end things, but Rocket Racer saves him--he wants money after all.

There's a fun scene where two police offers try to catch RR, to no avail. It channels Spidey's chase with the Tarantula through the city a bit. Just a bit.

Interestingly, Spidey says that he'll be graduating "in a few months" and he's been offered a scholarship to teach at ESU and pay his PHD. Nice!

While chasing RR, Spidey notices that his web has been getting weaker for months now... something affecting the original formula (um sure Peter, let's go with that). Set up! Set up!

Anyway, RR escapes once again, but it doesn't matter because...!

Aww that's cute! I admit the scene made me smile.

You know, that was a fun issue. The hero side was fun, and the human side was fun as well!

In #183, Spidey tells us that MJ hasn't answered the proposal yet (oof, that "gulp" was sinister enough...) and we get this...

Lmao, why does Peter look so smooth in the middle panel? Get outta here with that omega man stuff, hahaha.

So Weele, the guy blackmailed by RR, goes to the Tinkerer and decides he wants to be a supervillain too. So the Tinkerer's effectively becoming "that guy every villain comes to to become a supervillain", given that he already built RR's suit.

At the hospital, May's gonna be fine, but "Robert" is there too. His mom is not fine, and the hospital bills keep piling on. He's definitely doing something shady to pay stuff, but what?

Turns out Robert is Rocket Racer. Nice, we get backstory and motivation! Interestingly, both heroes fight while wanting to protect their mother figure in the same room, it makes for a nice moment.

You know what is bonkers?

Weele's new alter ego: Big Wheel. The famous one. I'd heard he was pretty remarkable, and. Yes. I can see that.

The fights ends with Big Wheel rolling into the Hudson. Oops. It was nice to know you!

More importantly, Spider-Man's appearance at the hospital has put May in need of intensive care, says the most asshole male nurse I've ever seen. And then MJ comes... to give back the ring. Oof.

Poor Peter. Who is this in his apartment? That era where you let anyone go to your place, I swear...

Anyway, good issue too! I definitely enjoy the tighter focus on the personal lives of the characters.

Hehehe. A lot of people had guessed it was him! I think having multiple months during the storyline definitely was in their favor.

Some people are NOT happy, but I personally am. They're not yet ready!

In #184, Betty Brant is back! Is she gonna be a serious romantic candidate? I don't feel like Peter's ready for a new partner just yet... and isn't she with Ned Leeds?

Look, if I'm putting this here, it's because Peter Parker is fine as fuck. I think he looked better some 50 issues ago, but he's fresh regardless. He doesn't look as cute anymore... Then again, he's been through some stuff.

Oh right. The plot!

So Betty just left Ned, which means Peter and Ned can finally start dating. I've been waiting for this!

Her story is kind of sad, but also, I really understand it. Not speaking the language can be pretty isolating.

Peter quickly thinks that hey, Betty and him could rekindle their old romance, but he immediately thinks that's not a good idea. She's still married, and he's a good Jewish man.

...I kind of want to see that, though. A bit of drama. Scandal!

And she's into it too, clearly, because she's not going to let Peter go alone to his graduation practice. Is that a thing? I don't have my high school diploma, and I'm still not entirely sure how/when I'll be able to get my university diploma hahaha. Oh, Americans.

Nice to see Marla's still here. And continuation of the Man-Wolf storyline, that's great!

At university, Peter and Betty have a nice time, at least until they cross the path of Philip Chang, who obviously has some PTSD.

Let me enjoy hot Peter in peace.

There's Spidey business for a bit, then back to our betrayers! Betty says Paris is depressing, and she's entirely right. It sucks! It has beautiful things, but it sucks!

Oboy.

Unfortunately, their water is Philip from earlier! Philip is not jazzed up about it, but Peter once again tries to reach out to that lonely figure that calls back to his past self. It's heartwarming, I like it!

So turns out Philip is threatened by this gentleman below.

The White Dragon kidnaps Philip and in consequence, Peter quickly gets rid of Betty, but she seems enamored still, and he has to admit he's also not indifferent to her.

Turns out, Philip has to choose between one of 4 gangs to belong to. Oh. Spidey gets rekt by the White Dragon, and if he wants to save him, Philip has to pick a gang.

But Philip can't, and Spidey's thrown in a gigantic vat of burning oil. Poor guy.

In the comments on *a certain website*, one guy tells his own horror story, about how he also proposed to his girlfriend, who accepted the ring without saying yes or no... then they gradually stopped talking. Oof. That's rough. Hang in there, buddy.

In #185, Spidey gets off fine because while the oil burns his chains, it somehow doesn't burn HIM. Suuuuure. After drowning in the nearby river, he goes back to free Philip. Turns out Philip's dangerous activity back in Hong Kong caused the deaths of his parents, and he vowed to never use violence again. Naturally, that means he can't enter a gang.

These are fun panels. The White Dragon is easily defeated.

Now, onto the graduation! Robbie brings a TV to May's room so she doesn't miss anything, that's sweet!

All of Peter's friends are there (well, not Ned, nor MJ), but there's bad news... he's not on the list! No matter, he still goes to the ceremony. Jameson does a speech that literally lasts "several hours" until, at last... he concludes with "Excelsior" and a reminder that everybody should subscribe to the Bugle.

Peter's name is never called though. The dean tells him he misses one credit, for his sports class. How ironic!

Well, at least, he can always catch up in the summer.

...Wait. What is that.

Is Ross Andru leaving? Is he gone? Was it his final issue? It's a great issue to end on, with a sense of finality, but god damn it, to say I was so happy to have him all this time! Are you kidding me?!

#186 time! Hello, Keith Pollard. Let's see how you're faring.

It's like Ross Andru never left.

Spidey saves a guy from this burning building, to Jameson's despair, but the guy's not happy...

Ooh, that outfit has aged terribly. But the Chameleon seems gay for Spidey so I'm invested.

Anyway, Peter needs money because May needs to be treated and the US health system sucks. So...

Oh my god, they actually fucked.

This is awful, I love it.

The next page helpfully informs me that no, they didn't, they just spoke all night while very obvious sexual tension threatened to ruin their lives. I'm into this too, but it's a bit disappointing, I'm not gonna lie.

Spidey is fed up with being considered public enemy, so he goes to the feds, but...

What. DOC OCK "DIED" IN A SIDE NOVEL?!

Spider-Man is starting to look dangerously like Danganronpa.

Oh well.

Spidey gets an interview in Central Park, but the Chameleon tricks him and his reputation is once again ruined.

It looks right out of a horror movie, I love that left panel hahaha

Aww, Flash, baby! My babyboy

Hmm, we haven't seen Electro in a hot minute... Okay, alright, why not!

So that was alright, this issue. The artists did a good job!

If you're wondering, Annual 12 is ASM #119 and #120, so nothing special. I covered them here already!

Overall a really good batch, I loved the amount of social life we got to see, and I'm curious to see what happened in Spectacular throughout this batch. Next time, folks! I do seem to recall we've got a mystery...

Should be fun!

#spider-man #peter parker #flash thompson #mary jane watson #betty brant #comics #comic books #peter parker is a hot stud

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