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Kiss Immortals Ace roleplay blog (When I remember) fanartist and writer also this blog is 18+ Lesbian she/her but in character he/him I am now 20 phillistines ooowowbowwowmeow

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Duran Duran Arena: An Absurd Notion Commentary Part 1

Here we go!! The next commentary!

This is one that I have been wanting to do but wasnt sure how to do it because, unlike the previous commentaries I’ve done, this one does have a plot but it’s not really a movie so this will be a bit wonky lol

But yeah let’s go in and have some fun! Beware for this production was made with drugs most likely for no sober person has made this lol

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We start off with a lore dump because of course we do. For context, the intro talked about how Dr. Durand Durand got his ass whooped by Barbarella who is played by our lord and saviour Jane Fonda lol. For context, this character is how the band got their name and this will actually be important to the story don’t worry lol. And in the movie he came from, Barbarella, he is basically trying to use a giant weapon called the Positronic Ray that will basically destroy the universe. No pressure or anything lol

But this is where it gets confusing cause it says he woke up three eons later but Barbarella took place in a way distant future and the video took place in 1984 so did he time travelled? I’m assuming that’s what happened but still how would that work? And then later he said he is 2000 years away from home so I guess he did time travelled but… oh god this is gonna give me a headache isn’t it lmao

I can’t really describe what happens next. All I can say is it looks like Dr. Durand is time travelling while being high as fuck, getting flashes of the band that “stole his name”. Well my good sir you should’ve put a copyright on it lol. No seriously, the first few minutes of film is full of crazy edits of random travel footage and Duran Duran music videos which makes me wonder what kind of Time Machine did he developed. And can I please get in it, I want to see 1984 Duran Duran lol

Not gonna lie, Dr. Durands workshop looks really good, I love the chains everywhere, the vibes are killer, the giant acid tanks that’s filled with those weird fucking creatures are cool, the cages, the lighting is nice. Like man, the budget for this building is incredible! Also the computer area he set up as well, it looks so good! And the flashes of the Barbarella movie playing the background? Excellent very good stuff. I know most of this is meant for the Wild Boys music video, but fuck it, it looks awesome lol

Oh yeah, Dr. Durand has some little dudes working with him, I think their names are Kismal, Snalt and… I don’t know the last one I’m sorry lol. I tried to decipher what his name was but I can never get it. Did they ever get him a name? Justice for that one nameless freak lol. I’m gonna call him Kerbacket because I have a Star Covers storyline based on this video and that’s a phrase I heard in all that distorted audio in the beginning so that’s the name I gave him in the story. I’m actually not that creative guys lol.

“And now all this spaceships leaking, we must’ve hit someone’s plumbing. You know it reminds me of a club in Birmingham?” What kind of club have you been to Kismal? Well frankly you sound British so I’m gonna assume you and the rest of these little aliens are British now lol. Also love the nod to the rum runner club Duran Duran performed at when they were starting out lol

Also, completely forgot to mention, the original actor for Dr. Durand, Milo O’Shea, returned to reprise his role for this video and I have a shit ton of respect for him for it. Imagine Russell Mulcahy, the director of this movie, (absolute legendary music video director btw) presenting this to Milo and he goes “yeah I’m down” lol. Also the stuntman who is playing Dr. Durand on the stilts is so cool! His stuntman is Hugh Spight and he did an amazing job in this video and deserves his flowers on this piece of art! Stuntmen deserves more recognition and respect lol

I gotta say, the fact that Dr. Durand set up an entire workshop underneath the California Colosseum in order to destroy this band is honestly peak levels of petty that I wish I could have one day lmao

Concert Time baby!! Is There Something I Should Know is such a banger opening song for a concert and I love the way the stage looks here! The pillars that light up look great! And also that cool video screen above the stage that plays cool videos and shit, it’s awesome! And I love the outfits of all of the members they are deeply iconic lol. Roger is chilling in this nice black tank top look and also the headphones look even though it’s to protect his ears. Nick looks so suave in this fedora and suit look because it’s Nick the fashion icon lol. I don’t know what this sash shirt is that Johns wearing but it’s so iconic and this hairstyle he has is his best hairdo. Andy looks great in this red jacket with the white lining and even when he takes it off, the blacks look great. And Simon’s whole outfit is 10/10, that jacket I want it so badly lol.

Man the crowds are so loud and chaotic, it makes me wonder how crazy popular they were back in the day, it’s awesome. I so wish I was in this era. Although I don’t know if this is me or not, but I keep hearing the same scream over and over again and I think it’s really weird how it’s the same thing that probably git edited in this video. But hey at least I can actually hear the audience this time around instead of on the album where you can barely hear it lol

Ok but unironically I love how those three little dudes are secretly fans of Duran Duran and singing their songs together behind their boss back. Honestly them being British makes sense now. They listened to Duran Duran at the Rum Runner club and have been fans of them since lol

Nick, you didn’t noticed this weird moustache man just creeping through your computer screen? Did none of you noticed the fan getting yeeted up from the trap door placed conveniently in the arena? That’s the one thing I don’t get about this video, all this random shit is happening and Duran Duran just remain blissfully unaware of it. I get it it’s a concert film and they just edited the video they recorded but you couldn’t do an extra bit for this video? Maybe they saw Kiss meets the phantom and decided “maybe let’s not act actually cause we might suck.” Looking at you Vegas City of Dreams lol

Also there was one fan who was just chilling on the floor just eating snacks but gets annoyed by the aliens pushing against the trap door placed conveniently underneath him. This video has subtle comedy throughout it and I respect that lol

“But do they know who the real Durand Durand really is?” Well thar movie came out in 1968 so probably not, these are teenage fans were talking about here lol.

Hungry Like The Wolf, I do like this song but it gets way too overplayed in my honest opinion, but it is catchy so I can understand why lol. Oh great Dr. Durand is sending out a tiger to maul the audience oh fuck yikes, whoever called the police thank the lord lol. But I mean it’s not killing anyone and it keeps swapping between a woman with tiger print tattoos over her… I don’t know ok? No sober person made this lol. However the editing does slay, and so does Simon look at that outfit lol

Also, Simon disappeared and goes into this massive prismatic temple of some kind with other weird ass animal like humans and trees and everything. Low-key this looks pretty cool, I wonder did they actually made a massive set for this song in particular? Actually no they used this for New Religion and The Chauffeur. Regardless it looks cool!!

Next up we have Union of the Snake, not gonna lie that’s a badass song title lol. Oh and Dr. Durand is doing energy extractions that’s not fun. But I do wonder if the robots in the acid bath is a part of it. From what it looks like, it’s just making the whole thing go on overload with all that text and code filling up the screen but I’m no scientist so what do I know? Oh wait it did? Well fuck me I guess lmao

Ok but Simon is legit being a doofus just fooling around on stage with John. Those two had a thing for each other I’m just saying lmao. Oh and the energy extraction is literally sucking the will to live out of everyone and caused most of them to faint or pass out. And potentially migraines because he sent out deadly sound waves. Dr. Durand, I get your upset but literally you can’t just torture these people, it’s not the bands fault theyre better than you lmao

Save a Prayer, legit is beautiful. I think this is genuinely one of the most beautiful songs ever. The melody and lyrics are perfect, the instrumentation is beautiful, the background with the sunset is lovely, Simons voice is great, everything is gorgeous. What else is gorgeous is John Taylor, I fucking love this man so much and this video made me obsessed with him when I was 7 lol. I know he’s drunk as fuck here in this clip but still. Wait, why is he backstage anyways? There’s bass in this song why aren’t you performing? Why are you chilling backstage?

Oh wait because there’s a girl Who’s just casually backstage somehow? She doesn’t have a backstage pass how did she get here? I know Dr. Durand is trying to nab her but still how did she get here? And can she teach me her ways so I can see John in person I’d love that so much lmao

Minor detail but I noticed that when the audio for the song cuts out when the girl is taken, if you continue to sing Save a prayer over it, the audio will end up at the part of the song that comes up next if you know what I mean? I don’t know how to explain it but it’s so cool and such a nice little detail! Also that guy basically grabbing Johns neck and pulling him back onstage is also pretty funny I like that lol.

Also minor thing but as aesthetically pleasing as using the lighters to light up the arena but also I’m very terrified that someone would accidentally light their hair on fire from these things. But still aesthetically pleasing lmao

Well good luck to this fangirl who is now probably gonna die inside that stupid cage because of Dr. Durands high levels of pettiness lmao. And get ready for me to gush over Wild Boys soon

Part 2 coming soon!

[anotherdayforchaosfay]

A whole lot of military films will be coming out soon. You'll see older ones showing up on streaming service and new ones soon to follow. Sure, a few are, in fact, very good movies. But here's the caution:

Any film featuring the US military is paid for by the US military. They have the final word on what comes out. These films are recruitment tools. Same applies to TV shows, and doubtless many will soon be showing up.

Do not be fooled by these films and shows. They are designed to bring in new recruits. When these are released, there is a surge in new people enlisting in the military. These recruits swiftly discover they were fed bullshit, but now they're stuck due to a contract. Going AWOL, away without leave, is desertion. You will be caught and put on trial for desertion, and they are not light with the sentencing.

Please, for the love of fuck, do not enlist with the military. You are cannon fodder. They do not care about you.

Recruiters are told to lie. To do whatever it fucking takes to enlist new people. Do not fucking fall for it.

These films and shows are recruitment tools paid for by the military. It's why they're so big, glamorous, and quickly made. Enjoy what you see, but don't sign up. It's a fucking lie.

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if you have signed up, you have a year to quit due to "failure to adapt" with minimal consequences to you ("it's not you it's me")

if you want to quit, no matter how long you've been in, these folks may be able to help you https://girightshotline.org/

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How to know when NOT to hit 'Post now'

My headcanon for GNR singing 'as if it's your last' b y blackpink is Axl is Lisa, Slash is Rose, Duff is Jenny (switches with Steven somethines) and Izzy can liteally be Jisoo like I'm not even kiddig can someone send help?

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Kiss Meets The Phantom AU One-Shot

Melissa contemplates her relationship and her future with Sam now that he’s been missing. Meanwhile Paul slowly developed feelings for her

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The night was crisp and warm, the wind gently blowing through the small circular garden outside, a marble fountain in the middle of it all, sculpted to have 12 young princes engraved in it. The water had small leaves floating on the surface, as well as some small white petals plucked off by Melissa

She sat along the edge of the fountain, picking off each petal, staring at it in dead silence. Her head kept on saying the same things over and over again. He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not. This kept going until she picked the last petal off and sighed in annoyance and discontent

He loves me not

Throwing the empty flower onto the faded red brick driveway, she stared at it. It was empty and soulless, just like her heart. Her mind felt lost since she arrived at Magic Mountains. Sam disappeared and now she had no one to look out for her, no one to tell her what to do. It was a fun experience at first, but soon it became suffocating to have so much freedom for only one day. Lifting up her hand, her eyes met with her ring finger, her engagement ring, one that she accepted not out of love, but out of fear of rejecting him.

“Melissa? Don’t you want to come in? It’s gonna get cold.” She turned over to see him.

Paul Stanley

Strangely, when Sam went missing, Paul had looked out for her, he and the rest of Kiss has been nothing but supportive and loyal to her. Ace kept cheering her up, cracking jokes about whatever was on his mind, never a dull moment. Peter would try to calm her by making tea or talking about movies. Turns out Hes really into gangster and crime movies, really old ones in fact. Gene was sometimes a bit grouchy and even unapproachable but he did showed his soft side. His love of comic books and horror movies was second to none.

And then there was Paul. She could quite put her finger on it, but Paul seemed different around her. He didn’t spoke much to her, being mysterious towards her, he spoke at lot about his laser eye and his mind powers. She found out they had powers the night Sam went missing and since then, Paul seemed quite protective of her, constantly checking her. For some reason, it made her feel warm and fuzzy inside.

“Oh yeah. Just needed some air.” She replied, plucking another flower out of the small grass patch growing around the fountain. Paul walked closer to her, his platform heels clanking against the brick road as he came to sit next to her, watching her mindlessly pick off each petal

“I take it you’re still worried about Sam.” He suggested

“I know it’s silly but I can’t stop thinking about him.” She admitted

“Hey now, it’s not silly. He’s your boyfriend, obviously you care about him.”

“Well yes but here’s the thing. Ever since he disappeared, things have been confusing for me?” She turned to Paul to see him looking at her with sympathy, leaning closer to listen. “Let me guess, you can basically tell whats on my mind with your weird mind powers you got there?”

“Maybe. But still, you can tell me if you feel comfortable. From what I’ve gathered, you and Sam are… complicated.”

Melissa looked down at her flower, half of the petals gone. She started to regret bringing him up, hoping Paul would move onto a different subject. But the fact that he wanted to listen despite already knowing, made her feel heard for once. It was all new to her

“Ok, I will admit. For the last few months, I was debating on breaking up with him. He is just… too much.”

“Too much? As in, he smothers you kind of thing?”

“In a way. He honestly has no sense of personal space. Many times when I came over, he would go with me everywhere I go. He’d always be breathing down my neck everytime I did my makeup or was dressing up. And each time he says “whatever we’re dating it’s no big deal””

“He really did that?”

“Yep. And not only that, he has always been rude to my friends. I have two friends, Betty and Claudia and they have never liked him. He was constantly talking about them to me, saying how he thinks Claudia looks like a slob or Betty talks way too much and too loudly.”

Paul simply listened to her, keeping his eyes on her as she slowly gets up from the fountain.

“And the fact that he constantly tells me what I should do and shouldn’t do. Like my job for an example and he told me to quit it.”

“Did you actually do it?”

“Well yeah I did. But maybe it just wasn’t good enough for me, career wise.”

Melissa saw his face twist for a second, of confusion and worry, trying to think of the right words to say, immediately bringing in worry for her

“What was your job?” He asked calmly

“I did photography.” She answered

“Well, it’s a pretty high paying job so if anything, I think that’s the perfect job. I don’t know what he’s going on about.” He admitted

“I guess so but still, Hes always looking out for me so maybe that job was pretty bad or the people would be terrible. He says that you can’t trust anyone.”

“You can’t trust anyone?”

“Yeah that’s what he said. I mean, it did caused a lot of problems for me financially but he said that once we get married then it won’t be an issue anymore.”

“But what about right now?”

She stared at him confused, seeing his eyes darkening. From what, she wasn’t sure

“I mean, you had this well paying job and he just told you to leave it all because of the possibility that your boss might be an asshole”

“Yes but Sam cares about me! I help with whatever he needs. If he’s happy then I’m happy, itll work out in the end. I just need to trust him.”

“Sweetheart, if you aren’t trusting him now, then how can you trust him later?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You just said that you just need to trust him. But that to me feels like you don’t trust him enough.”

Melissa rolled her eyes, tears starting to pool up

“No… no Paul you don’t understand. He just is under a lot of pressure right now. He’s busy with Devereaux or something and I don’t know how difficult it will be for him with that promotion and he really needs it”

“I understand but he should let you help by keeping that job! Did you enjoyed it?”

“Of course I did! But… i don’t think I was good enough for it.”

Those words made the whole world silent for a second. Paul glanced at her face, her eyes were glassy and empty. Melissa could only bow down, staring at the lone petal left on the flower

He loves me not

Suddenly, Paul swiftly came close, getting off of the fountain and embraced her. His stage costume rubbed against her soft pink top and cream cardigan and blue jeans, his hands sprayed across her back, his chin resting delicately upon her shoulder. Confused by this sudden gesture, all Melissa could do was gingerly lay her hands onto his back for support. One foot slipped back, feeling herself slightly leaning back, Paul’s height in the platform heels making him more taller than usual and it showed.

“Paul? Why are you doing this?” She asked, worry coming through. Despite her worries, she felt her heart pounding in excitement. Something about his sudden movements felt so warm and full of comfort. She didn’t wanted it to end. He immediately noticed her awkward stance on her feet and pulled her back up.

“Sorry I… did I went too far?”

“No I’m just confused? Why were you hugging me?”

“Because I care about you. It’s clear you’re going through a lot. How long have you been feeling like this?”

“Like what?”

“You know, you seem like you can’t trust him, he made you quit your job, he won’t let you help. And honestly, I can just tell that he makes you feel worthless.”

Melissa eyes widen at those words, barely looking up at him

“You just said “I just was not good enough for it.” Was that you talking or Sam? Does Sam say that often? That you’re not good enough?”

“Well… sometimes yeah. But he always apologizes for it each time. Plus he’s going through a hard time like I said. His new promotion has a lot of pressure and-“

She was interrupted by Paul simply pressing a finger against her lips, freezing her for a moment, suprised by his gesture. Afterwards, he takes her hands, his thumbs slowly and gently rubbing against her knuckles, sending chills down her spine. It almost made her knees weak. A million thoughts came through her mind, but one thing she knew, she found this gesture to be soft, soothing, dare she say, romantic. This gentle feeling calmed the nerves in her mind slowly but steadily

“Yes. He does. Quite often.” She answered. He sighed annoyed

“I knew it. It makes more sense now.”

“What does?”

“That you were so desperate to get him back. He made you feel like you weren’t good enough without him.”

Melissa continued to stare down at his hands, baffled by his words but more so baffled by how accurate it was.

“I guess your mind powers already told you everything after all. So why did you needed me to bring it up?”

“You had to get out of your system. You were so frantic back at the concert last night. My mind powers aren’t always perfect, but I do know one thing on my mind. It’s that you want to leave.”

“Yeah I do.” Slowly Paul smiled as her voice grew in volume.

“And also between you and me, once I see that man, I’m gonna give him some choice words.”

“What? You gonna mind pollute him? You gonna give him nightmares?”

“Honey, I can read thoughts, I can’t give this whack job a nightmare. At least, I don’t think I can.”

She smiled at his words, feeling a sense of relief around him.

“Question, have you ever used your mind powers with your girlfriends or whatever?”

“No of course not! If I did, they’d be running away from me and call me weird and I don’t want that!”

“Oh wow you poor thing.” She giggled softly and he tried to hide his smile from her sarcastic comment

“Don’t be like that. Mind powers are actually horrible. You wanna know I see in Genes headalmost every day? Him with at least 5 women. It’s not a good sight.”

“Youre one to talk.”

“Hey!!”

She playfully slaps his shoulder, making him jump a bit in response as she continues to laugh. Paul simply watched on in amusement

“You know I’m joking with you right Paul?” She asked sweetly

“I know sweetie.”

She blushed at the nickname. Something about it made her feel warm and happy, combined with his voice made her feel more relaxed than before. As he sat down on the fountain again, he patted on the spot right next to him. She got down and sat beside him

“Paul? Do you think I should leave him?”

“I feel like, from what you’ve told me, that it might be the best option. And honestly, this might be me being too pushy here but… if you want, you can take pictures of me and the boys.”

“You mean that?”

“Yeah. I don’t mind. And the rest got pretty well accustomed to you.”

“This is accustomed to you?” She quickly took his hand, her fingers intertwining with his, watching his face light up with a pleasant smile, surprise coming over his face

“Listen Melissa I…”

He paused. She glanced at him, patiently waiting as he struggled to speak

“Look Melissa. I don’t know what will happen. I don’t know if Sam will come back but I can assure you that no matter what happens, we’ll keep you safe. We trust you to keep our powers a secret. And I know you won’t let us down. You just gotta be strong now cause I don’t know what Abner is capable of. Ok?”

“I’ll try Paul.”

Melissa glanced at his smile, his eyes gently lowering to focus on her hand, planting her knuckles with a light but beautiful kiss. Her cheeks grew even hotter. It was so warm and affectionate, something she had dreamed of for a long time. And someone like Paul made her feel the warmth she has been craving for months unexpectedly. She was so lost in her thoughts she didn’t notice Paul getting up, letting go of her hand

“I know you will. Now why don’t you come inside? We can put on a movie or something?”

She came back to reality, slightly shaking her head as she realized Paul was talking to her again

“Oh yeah. I’ll be there in a minute. I just needed to clear my head.”

“Of course. Take your time love. I promise everything will be alright. Just don’t stay out for too long

She blushed again, the nicknames were enough to make her melt. Watching him leave, she felt a sense of longing, wanting to reach out and hold him again, or another kiss on her hand. She was desperate for these little things for a long time but felt she didn’t deserved it.

She leaned down and pulled out another flower off the ground, once again picking off the petals one by one, the same thoughts circling her head once more. He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not. Then the last petal came and she felt her heart pounded harder than before

He loves me

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Kiss Love Gun Aesthetic Moodboards

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𝓞𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓨𝓸𝓾, 𝓐𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓨𝓸𝓾.

Ace Frehley x GN! Reader

TW: None! Pure fluff

AN: First fanfic! It’s more of a one-shot, but I hope you like it. :D I’ve also signed up for the AO3 waitlist, so I should be on there by April 3rd!

You sat with Ace on the balcony of the latest hotel KISS was crashing at on the Love Gun tour. He held you close against him as you stared up at the stars, sipping a beer.

“The stars are gorgeous tonight.” You remarked, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Mhm… yeah…” He replied.

“I think that’s the Big Dipper.” You pointed up, tracing out the constellation with your fingertip.

“Yeah… real pretty…”

“Are you even listening to me?” You asked, not tearing your eyes away from the stars as it occurred to you he wasn’t responding with as much vigor as usual.

You sat in silence for a moment, waiting for a response. You lifted your head from his shoulder, whipping it to look at him. He’d been staring at you the whole time.

“You’re real pretty when you’re mad~” Ace hummed, tracing his hand along your cheek.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were dreaming of someone else.”

“‘Course not.” Ace hummed, setting his beer down and pulling you tightly into his arms. “I only think of one person in the world in such a manner.”

“Who?”

“Only you, always you.”

You smiled softly, leaning up to place a peck to his lips as you settled back in.

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(Part(s): 52?) AO3

You and Paul Stanley fight to stay together in Kiss--A notorious gang of bank robbers wreaking havoc across 1930s America.

WARNINGS: Grief, alcoholism, mental health, descriptions of injury

Tagging @ravenh37

 Your eyes pinned on the driveway. Ace walked over, standing next to you. Sunlight’s soft glow kissed him.

“Why do you just.. stand around like this so much?” He leaned close, faltering, his brows knitted.

“They could be around us.” Your worlds blurred.

“What..?”

“They could be around us. Right now. What if they’re there? We wouldn’t know.”

 Ace wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “It’s okay.. just… rest.” He soothed. He eased you to the sofa, sitting you down. Your hand slipped from your gun.

 When Ace tipped the sofa, you took him outside and put a rake in his hand. When neither of you cooked, Ace would serve flapjacks. At first, they were thin, the insides gushing out, bitter. You’d choke them down. Ace would watch, bright eyed. Before you knew it, they were fluffier than wool.

“I could use these as pillows.” You jested.

 Ace giggled. Hearing him clanking around in the kitchen eased your heart racing.

 The phone rang. Ace picked it up.

“Uh, hello.. yes?” He asked.

 You poured wine over your pancakes. You grunted, scrambling for the syrup. Ace glanced over his shoulder, bursting into giggles before he stuttered a gasp and crammed the phone up to his ear. “What..?” He peeped—”Who is this? I’m sorry—what? You can’t be serious. No, no……. Are you sure? You aren’t joshing me, are you? Don’t you be! Oh okay.. sure.”

 Ace’s voice squeaked when he babbled, plummeting low while he questioned, narrowing his eyes. You couldn’t help but watch his roller coaster of emotions. ‘What could it be?’ You thought, jamming another alcohol soaked bite on your tongue. Ace turned to you. His eyes, over-bright, grinned.

 “Come!” He enthused.

 You raced over, bringing the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” You asked after swallowing your food.

“Yes, it’s Joanna,” Her chirpy voice rang, you grinned, “Don’t read the paper. Come to my place immediately—but I repeat, do not check the papers.”

“Why..?” Your brows drew together. Your face blanked.

“Just come! I insist. I can’t say.”

 Ace looked at you and nodded with a small but bursting with warmth smile.

 Before you two knew it, from then, you were outside raking leaves. The sun craned over the treetops, watching you as you and Ace wiped the windows. He organized the extra bottles as if decorations below the windows. You counted money before wedging it under the pillow in the master bedroom, which Ace swept. You dusted.

“The better you clean, you can pay less for the car.” Martha instructed, “But if you choose to leave, call Susan and tell her that the bear went over the mountain. She’ll know exactly what you mean.”

 Ace sang the phrase as you trotted past a window. Why was your hear fluttering? You leaned close to a crystal, shining window. A speck of dust. You attacked it with a damp towel. Was it just hearing Joanna’s voice? Would she be waiting there with a crowd of cops? Your heart plummeted—no. She couldn’t be. That was Joanna.

 Ace pranced past you. You couldn’t fight the grin off your face as he twirled, humming a song as he laid the carpet down and straightened it. Before you two knew it, the sun surrendered behind the treeline and you’d locked up the place and whizzed down the road.

“We were inside that long..?” Ace groaned, rubbing his temple.

 Cars eased past. Your head whirled. Ace gulped vomit. You flicked on the radio. Music soothed your throbbing head.

“I think so. Time just.. kind of flew by.” You shrugged.

“I hope Gene’s doing alright.”

 You tilted up your head. Ace pulled over. You two hobbled around the car, leaning against it, biting back nausea. Before you knew it, you two looked at each other and laughed. “We look pathetic.” You laughed. He smiled. His face was pale as snow, his eyes sunken, haunted by dark circles and his hair long and spattered across his face—you looked no better.

 He giggled—before hurling. Then the road whistled under you. The sun bloomed overhead. You laid on the side of the road, having turned down a back road. Ace laid beside you, his hands tucked on his chest. Black quilted the sky, stars dancing over streams of deep blue. They twinkled like city lights. Like Hollywood’s lights might’ve looked.

“I always wonder how stars are made!” Ace rambled, pumping with enthusiasm, “Or how it all came together, like.. space, its affect on time—or even the other planets! I wanted to study it for awhile.. but when you drop out of school, it gets a little hard.”

“I understand that.” You chirped, “Maybe we could drop by a library sometime?”

“That would be amazing!… do you ever get curious too?”

“About space?”

“Yeah.”

“We all do once in our lives.” You reassuring, rustling his hair. His smile beamed.

 Driving felt like sliding. You and Ace switched places. Heat brimmed the car. His head lolled, he groaned: “God.. I feel like I want to just.. ugh.”

 “Hang in there, trooper.” You reassured, turning a corner. A wall of mountains greeted you, dotted by clouds.

“… Oh brother.”

 Before you knew it, the flowers in Joanna’s parking lot perked up. Her pristine house bloomed through the suburb. You swung into the parking lot. You swore, in back of your head, you heard Gene and Paul barreling out of the car and their doors popping behind them. You climbed out, coming around to help Ace, who wobbled.

“My legs are like accordions!” He joked. You two broke into chuckles.

 What else could you do but smile? Ace grinned. You wrapped your arm around his shoulder, guiding him inside. He leaned against you. Joanna threw open the door. She patted your back, pushing you inside then slammed it. Her eyes were wide, haunted. She stepped back. The colors in the house seemed to dwindle.

 You froze.

 Dragging his hand along the wall, bumping it over the archway then clasping on weak legs was Paul. With one eye closed, his gaze drifted from the wooden floor then to you. One side of his mouth grinned, while the other twitched with a deep scar running down the side. It ran up around his cheek, barely climbing up past his cheekbone toward his eye.

 Another gash streamed down his neck. His hair was matted, cut in odd places, his stare distant, piercing, unfocused. You ran over, easing your arms around him. He hugged you. You dug your fingertips into his rusty brown coat. He wore a deep teal button-down shirt with the top undone, paired with khaki dress paints and a leather belt. Ace raced over and hugged him.

“H-How..?! Oh my god—HOW!” You cried, stepping back and cupping his face.

 He laid his hand on yours, closing his eye. A serene smile decorated him. Ace brushed Paul’s hair from his face. “Aw.. are you okay?” Ace cooed. Your heard thumped in your fist. You grasped Paul’s coat, burying your face in his chest. You grinned.

“Simple.” Peter replied, sauntering out from the living room.

[strutterspeaks]

[spacedoutman]

Not Eric looking like he's trying to compete to be taller than u

@ericsingerisababycat :DD LOOK!!

[spacedoutman]

Vince Kneel

Bince Eel meme stolen from okbuddychicanery

[spacedoutman]

ᴘʏɢᴍᴀʟɪᴏɴ - ᴋɪꜱꜱ ʙᴀɴᴋ ʀᴏʙʙᴇʀ ᴀᴜ

(Part(s): 51?) AO3

You and Paul Stanley fight to stay together in Kiss--A notorious gang of bank robbers wreaking havoc across 1930s America.

WARNINGS: Grief, alcoholism, mental health

Tagging @ravenh37

 Thousands of you glared at you, scattered around the floor. You clasped the sink rim. Blood poured from your fist. Slowly, you glared into the mirror. Tears rolled down your cheeks, reflecting the dingy, pale light. Fire chewed your organs and spat them. Your grip tightened. Your heart sped. Your foot flew through the cabinet. The wood splintered.

 Before you knew it, your fist tore through the wall. Shadows pooled in it. Martha opened the door. “Y/N?” She sternly said. You turned, heaving for breath, clasping your elbow. Staring at her and nothing at the same time, you staggered over. She wedged money from your pocket, laying it on the bed before you two booked it out of the motel.

“Are you okay to drive now or should we stop somewhere else and spend the night?” She casually asked, swerving onto the highway.

 A car jerked to stop, honking behind her. She glanced in the rear view mirror and with a flat expression kept cruising.

“I’m alright.” You slowed your breathing, “It’ll be alright—it has to be.”

“If you get tired of the road, cause everyone does, you know..” She chuckled, “Just let me know. We’ll pull over again.”

“Thank you.. I really can’t thank you enough.”

“Save it.” She sassed, “It’s alright. I’m happy to help.”

 You glanced at her eyes in the mirror—Doris’ baby blue eyes glanced sideways before she merged lanes. You turned away. Your heart clenched. It should’ve been Doris.

 The papers around the ‘west bound murders’ hushed—except one last article you remembered.

Officer Cormack was held captive by a criminal with a blood smeared face. He was shot in the shoulder, but the robbers left his shoulder untreated until he was rescued during the shoot out, thus he was able to fix it himself. They had also shot him in the knee for going too slow-

 You clasped the paper. “You didn’t even get shot in the knee.” You growled.

 The days flipped. Paul, Bobby. Ace. Gene. How you’d kill to bury your head in however long it was ago you were all chattering and laughing in the car.

“Just get up and throw away the damn bottle before they get back!” Gene snapped.

 Ace sprawled on the armchair. A wine bottle laid between his legs. He held another, looking up through half-lidded eyes.

“Nah.” He shrugged, “They won’t take issue-”

“When you’re staying at someone else’s house, especially for free, you don’t be a lazy ass-hat and clean up after yourself!” Gene fussed.

“I’ll do it later..”

“You’ll do it now!”

 Gene took the bottle. Gene took the bottles. At least you threw yours out. One thing was sure, the money dwindled—until Gene started leaving with the couple. Then it was you and Ace, sitting in the dim room, drinking and looking at each other.

 You scanned the news daily, that was for sure. Even as the leaves browned, snow glossed your surroundings then melted again, you eyed the news, but no mention of any ‘west bound’ gangster revived except the robberies, in bolder headlines, being credited to more notorious gangs. Martha’s accomplice hadn’t given any updates either, instead, said every time asked: “I haven’t heard a thing, even when I call in.”

 Then the screams siphoned in. Every screamed you’d heard, like muck, clumped together, jabbing your ears as images of blood, destroyed flesh and fear-stricken eyes waltzed with them. You eased out of sleep in cold sweat.

“Gene will be coming with us to Tennessee.” Martha explained, leaning in the doorway, “If you both feel threatened here, come find us.”

“Are you taking the car..?” Ace slurred.

 He recoiled. Sun blossomed inside. “No, we’re being picked up. It’s all yours.” She beamed, “For now at least until we get back.”

 “How long w-will you uh.. be gone?”

  “A couple months, at least.”

“Okay..”

“Just uh, try to keep this place a little clean, would you?”

“Sure thing, ma’am.”

 She gave you an uncertain look before waving and backing out.

“Do you think if I drink enough, Bobby will come back..?” Ace murmured, lolling on the couch.

 You hiccuped before swigging moonshine. Coughing, you drew back then gulped vomit. “You know, I asked myself the same question.” You groaned, pulling a pillow up to your chest, “If he was here, none of this would’ve happened.. it was like he just… knew what to do.”

 “How did none of his people get imprisoned??”

“They’re all gone, aren’t they?”

 Ace nodded. “Well, if nothing else makes you feel a little better,” You continued, “Then remember that he’s with them.”

 “Gordon’s alive. He was never actually one of Bobby’s guys like that, you know, but the two were close. He still lives back… god, I need to tell him Bobby’s dead.”

 Ace blinked back tears. You stumbled over. “No, no, it’s okay.” You soothed, “You can cry.” You sobbed into Ace’s shoulder.

 Before you knew it, you glared in the mirror. Ace held your fist. “It was my fault!” You roared, sweeping your arm back, “If I’d been more aware I wouldn’t have lost him-”

 “Y/N!” Ace yelped, pulling your hands against his chest, “Please.. just breathe. I’m begging you!” You turned.

 What would Paul think of your wide, rabid-looking eyes? Your shaking hands, trembling lower lip. Simmering. You hugged Ace. Ace hugged you.

“Do you remember when Bobby and Paul were just.. talking.” You reflected, opening your arms as if the sky spread between your hands.

 Ace laughed, lying against a tree, staring up at heaven. “Yeah.” He sighed, “I don’t remember what it was they were but how could I not remember what you were talking about? I think Bobby sat on an ant’s nest.”

 “The way he jumped around, my god. He looked like a crow-hopping horse.”

 He cracked up. You couldn’t help but smile. He rocked forward, slapping his thigh. “I know!” He said as he caught his breath, “He screamed like a fucking girl!”

 “He was like ‘get it off me’—’get it off me’! To Paul who in turn started dusting his pants. It looked horrible.”

“I think in the end he just took them off and threw them in the river.” You shook your hand, “I remember how.. devastated he looked as he watched them float away.”

“-Yeah, yeah, I remember! Then as Paul laughed, he pointed out that there were still fire ants of Bobby’s legs and Bobby started screeching!”

“He sounded like a dying cat!”

“I remember that.”

[spacedoutman]

Slash

Slash's face while having gone missing in my fanfiction with his phone taken over by an ai chatbot which poses as him but this is what he looks like the whole time because this was probably his last expressionw hen he disappepared

[silvervinespiderwebs]

Rebog. If um. You think Vinnie is. Vinnie is pretty

even if he’s not your cup of tea on a personal level. This is a pollll

if he’s pretty you reblog

umm nn sdfghjk

[spacedoutman]

[spacedoutman]

ᴘʏɢᴍᴀʟɪᴏɴ - ᴋɪꜱꜱ ʙᴀɴᴋ ʀᴏʙʙᴇʀ ᴀᴜ

(Part(s): 50?) AO3

You and Paul Stanley fight to stay together in Kiss--A notorious gang of bank robbers wreaking havoc across 1930s America.

WARNINGS: Grief, mental health, disturbing (implied) content

Tagging @ravenh37

 The only thing Paul said was ‘No, no’ through a mouthful of cotton as someone jabbered behind him. Scraping sawed your ears. The other person's voice grew fiery.

“Five minutes.” A man, sounding like sawdust, stated, “Your time’s up.”

“.. Is there anything I can-”

 The call died. Your grip loosened. The phone plummeted, clicking across the floor, its cord sagging across the table. Martha fixed a fallen picture before putting the phone back.

“Thank you..” You said to the woman before fleeing.

 So this was it? Your eyes drifted across the field. Cows, big as barrels, black as midnight, grazed. Ones shoulder seemed to pour over the thin wooden fence. Behind, mountains glared. You clasped the railing, sinking against it. White butterflies bobbed from the flower bushes under you. It felt like your brain had been freed from being ironed.

 Ghosts of your rushing blood, laughter, shouting, alcohol drenching your tongue, cash brushing your fingers and wind tossing your hair through open windows as you sped swallowed you. You closed your eyes. How many days ago had it been? A dull, pale ache knifed your guts. Warmth hugged you. Would you ever see Paul again? You grasped your shoulder. His touch stung.

 If he got the death sentence? Your heart stammered. You stumbled back, pacing. His voice, high, shattered, flashed. You fiddled with your shirt collar. How? You squeezed your eyes shut. Was that the last he’d ever be free?

 You saw the officers, gathered around, faces twisted with bright, wide grins as they pressed their faces to the glass. Paul somberly trudged to the chair, where they shoved him down, strapped him in then his eyes would boil, pouring down his cheeks as his body erupted in convulsions.

 You lurched inward, grabbing handfuls your hair. Your hat slid off. A scream simmered then broiled then escaped.

 Before you knew it, you and Martha drove back.

“I have to break him out!” You panted, you car shrinking and growing around you, “I’ve got to do something—I have to-”

“Y/N. You can’t plan shit like this. Sit back.”

 You laid back. Martha smiled in rear view mirror.

“Focus in on the silence.” She told you, gentle, “Not your thoughts, just.. silence.”

 You tugged at your hair. “I.. I can’t.” You muttered.

  “Zone in on the hum of the road.” She repeated, “Then your breathing.”

 The whistle of the road surrounded you. You laid your head against the glass, closing your eyes. Your head spiraled. Images attacked. Thoughts you couldn’t make out lounged. Slowly, the whistle grew. It ate your thoughts, filled the backs of your eyelids. The knots your guts spun loosened.

 So what came next?

 Martha eased into the driveway. You looked up. Jack, with Bobby strung around his shoulder, flashed as a shimmering outline in front of you. Your mind jammed. Martha helped you out of the car.

“Are you feeling better?” She asked, easing you up the stairs.

“.. I think.”

 Jack opened the door then shut it behind you.

“Maybe we can, you know, start doing some kind of work for you.” Gene insisted, “I can house keep, tend your lawn, anything-”

“It’s fine.” Martha reassured, resting her hands on her hips, “You guys have a lot on your plate. I won’t add anything else.”

 Gene sat back.

 Paul’s sobs swam around your head that night. You squeezed the cushion. By next week, what else had you done?

 Next thing you knew, you were back by that phone. You twisted the cord. Your heart stampeded.

“Hello..?” You murmured.

 Rain bashed the windows, stealing the room’s color. Thunder howled. You laid your head against the phone, breathing in the soft static.

“Are you there..?” You peeped.

 Your grip loosened with your muscles as you breathed deeply. Martha rubbed your shoulder. The other woman peeked over her newspaper.

 A breath broke the static. A grin flew across your lips. Your heart thumped.

“.. You’re here.”

 Your heart plunged into your guts, which spun, knitted, piled. Your legs weakened. The phone threatened to slip between your fingers.

 He was brittle, drenched in rasp, having more breath than voice. It sounded like his airways were jammed.

“.. Are you alright?” You asked, your voice strengthening.

“I am so.. so happy to hear your voice, but listen..” He paused, “… I’m not going to be able to call you again.”

 Your jaw clenched. “What?” You seethed, “That doesn’t make any sense!”

 “I’m being transferred to a higher security establishment. I am so, so sorry.. I.. you’ll have to visit.”

  “I will. I promise. Where?”

   “I don’t know.”

“.. You don’t know??”

“No.”

“Nobody told you?”

“Not directly.”

 Paul’s breathing hitched. “You okay?” You said.

  “Y-Yes.”

   “What’s going on?? Are you well? How has it been??”

    “It’s been fine—how are you?”

 Your throat knotted. “Do you know what’s going to happen to you??” You grew frantic.

 “.. No.”

  “No?”

   “No, honey.. no.”

“I’ll come to see you, I swear!”

“Please..”

“You just hold out until then-”

 The phone wrangled. “I’m sorry, time’s up.” The same man from before reprimanded. Fire swallowed your insides.

 “That wasn’t even five minutes!” You snapped—”Two, if even!”

  “Rules are rules. Limits are limits. I’m not in charge.” He jeered.

“So you just changed the limit??”

“It’s still a limit, buddy.”

 The call quieted.

[spacedoutman]

Redditor Nikki Sixx au fanfic

(Part: 4) AO3

Summary: The west has fallen and so has chronic reddit user Nikki Sixx can Vince come in his life and save him from himself before his demons learn how to swim?

Nikki had another dream about Chizeru from Rent a girlfriend coming to life but cucking her from Tommy, but as she leaned close to kiss him while rose petals swirled through the air around them, he pulled away. Over her shoulder, Vanessa stood at the end of the road, sunlight bathing her tanned skin as cherry leaves twirled in the breeze playing with her crisp blond hair and flowery skirt.

“V-Van Ch-Chan!!” Nikki cried, stumbling back.

Tears shone in Vanessa’s eyes. Chizeru backed up, her jaw dropping. “Nikki Senpai, you know I’d be more than happy to be in your harem as you are the most worth it bestest husband for me!” She soothed softly, “As I have no real opinions other than what lies in your subconscious.”

Nikki shoved past her, stumbling toward Van-Chan. He fell to his knees. His heart clenched—the pain ripping through his chest. “VAN-CHAN!! AISHITERUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!” He screamed, lurching forward and squeezing his eyes shut, “AISHITERUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-”

Nikki’s eyes flew open. He stared at his desk, dotted with cookie crumbs like morning dew. Thumping exploded from upstairs followed by Mick screaming incomprehensibly before Nikki’s hearing got murky. It sounded like his head was underwater. Tears leaked from his eyes. His arm outstretched across rustled sheets, chip bags, fast food bags and… his empty air mattress.

Van was right there. Her beautiful face flashed in his eyes—pure, delicate, untouched by the ways of the new modern western woman whatever that was. No piercings, no tattoos, no self expression, just pure, unfiltered, raw christian values (traditional). His heart squeezed, then a wave of tears poured from his eyes. He couldn’t help but cry.

“SHUT UP!” Mick swung open the door, “We’re going to get another noise complaint-”

Nikki’s heart sped up, heat broiled inside—how dare bitch Mick interrupt his yearning moment for Van-Chan! His fists clenched.

“THE ONLY NOISE COMPLAINT ANYONE IS GONNA GIVE US IS BECAUSE OF YOU, BITCH!” Nikki exploded, “AND DON’T YOU DARE TURN THE LIGHT ON!!”

Mick stared, wide-eyed before backing up and shutting the door. His discord notification notified him with a short, quaint honk.

Gemini r u available? I’m going 2 brony con and streaming u can join

Nikki drug himself to text back.

No

Y?

Cause I lost something. Perfect christ-like woman

When did you start caring about Christian values? I thought you were an atheist

Tommy, even if, I can recognize when something is wrong with every individual that makes up 50% of the worlds population

Let it go Gemini. Not every woman is like that, just like not every person is a furry owo

Tommy sent a gif of dancing Boykisser.

He hung up, crying. Maybe Vince would better understand him instead of questioning him like Tommy sometimes did. He rushed to call Vince, his hands shaky and vision blurring. Vince let the phone ring. Nikki got up and walked over to the computer where he started modding r/atheism. He cooked up a post.

I think one thing we can all agree with Christians on is the immoral state of women. We men have done ALL the heavy lifting in society! We hold open doors for them, the least they could do is bear kids for us!

Nikki erased it all, his brain fuming.

I think what we can agree with Christians on is the immorality of the non-traditional ways of the modern woman. Biologically, men have done all the heavy lifting since we came into existence.

He backspaced again, squinting. His eyes burnt.

-Since the conception of humanity.

He sighed, backspacing.

-Since the dawn of mankind in its most primitive form after conception of what would become-

Backspaced.

-What would develop into man

Backspaced.

-What would develop into homo-sapiens, man.

Added-

-What would eventually develop into homo-sapiens, man.

Added.

-What would eventually develop into what we now know and exist as, homo-sapiens, man.

Nikki typed until his knuckles crackled. His fingertips were on fire. As he did, he thought of Van-Chan’s soft blond hair, running his fingers through it. He thought of Van-Chan smiling that wide, toothy grin while a conversation played in his head:

“Nowadays women have gotten too greedy,” Nikki ranted inside, “They expect us to break our backs by splitting chores 50/50!”

Van nodded, bubbly.

“If a woman wastes her time, I don’t know, knitting, then she expects you to tell her ‘good luck with your project’!” He mocked, “Women expect us to—t-to-” His breathing hitching, shuddering. Heat seared through his body at the argument in his head, “support THEIR goals AND split chores 50/50!” Tears welled in his eyes, “-You want support? You have a bra for that! DON’T SAY I’M NOT NICE TO YOU BECAUSE WE MEN ARE!!”

“Don’t worry,” Van cooed, “Let’s throw away these trashy modern values! I’ll do anything for you and laugh at every joke you tell, even the bad ones because I love you!~ We'll get married immediately! I’ll give you 200 children so we can take care of the declining birth rate-”

“You talk too much, wh-”

Nikki gripped his desk, about to flip it. Mick was upstairs crying again. His phone rang. “WHAT NOW?” He snapped, a slew of curses filling his mind he could say to Tommy.

“You need therapy.” Vince complained, “You actually need therapy. What the fuck did you just post?”

“What do you mean?” Nikki blanked.

“On Reddit? I got a notification you posted.”

u/SmartGuy198

Wow she ditched you didn’t she?

Said the top comment.

Tears stung Nikki’s eyes. He pounded the desk, flipping the keyboard and sending crumbs raining on the floor. He started eating them.

“The human mind has gone millions of years without ‘therapy’.” Nikki cynically replied, smirking, “If I had any issues, I can handle them for sure.”

“Obviously not.”

“Look. Any issues I have, some girl is going to walk into my life and she’s going to save me. She’ll teach me love, empathy and compassion-”

“Wow, really?” Vince scoffed, Nikki swore he heard him roll his eyes, “I thought daughters often did that. But that’s so messed up. You’re implying you can’t empathize with your wife?”

“Yes, I do want my wife to be very empathetic.” Nikki shrugged.

“Why don’t you go make Mick something to eat or something? I don’t know.. he tries really hard for you.”

Nikki half-smiled, shaking his head and chuckling. “Why would I do that?”

Vince hung up. Quiet pierced Nikki’s ears.

 His hands drifted from the keyboard, loosening as his eyes locked on the screen, which blurred. Ringing swelled around him. Mick’s muffled crying grew and grew. His heart quickened. Mick sobbed harder, hoarse. The dull look in Mick’s eyes flashed. Mick’s sunken, sullen eyes. His weak smile.

“Do you want anything to eat while I’m out, Nikki?”

Mick would strangle happiness into his voice.

“Nikki?”

Nikki’s heartbeat quickened.

“Nikki?”

His body tightened. Tears dammed up his eyes.

“Nikki?”

He lurched forward, slamming his head on his desk while pulling his hair. His eyelids darkened. He slowly looked up. In front of him painted on the black screen sat a portrait of a man. Bloodshot, swollen eyes, hair so greasy it slicked to his forehead, temples, collar bone and thin hair sprawled down his paper-white chin and neck. He recoiled. His heart barreled. With his hand trembling, his fingers jutted onto the power button.

Light bloomed from the screen. After hitting enter, he scrambled to type his passcode.

INCORRECT

He hit enter then typed again. Keys crunching surrounded him. He pushed on his headphones. Fire simmered from his fingertips, crawling up his arms and through his body while his guts knotted the more he retyped his password. Finally, the circle swirled before blacking out. He flinched at his outline then Reddit lit up. His mouse scraped across the pad, pushing away crumbs which he dusted.

After moving the mouse a few times, he clicked on his profile.

MODERATOR

He sighed.