Aykroyd Addiction
Aykroyd Addiction
Dan Aykroyd TF
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I've gathered quite a reputation online as being the guy who does celebrity morphs, no it's not specifically a fetish...it's just one of my favorites and i've been judged harshly for it, it's really not that weird when you think of it and believe me I have seen much worse. Obsession is a weird thing, sometimes when you think you have all the obsessions you could possibly get when all of a sudden a new obsession decides to possess you, i've got many favorite actors and sometimes that actor is a major obsession that I can't stop being addicted to. I have so many...my addiction is one that doesn't need to be cured, and why would I want to cure it? I am who I am, you don't need to exorcise this demon...I am already possessed. You may have been seeing a lot of Aykroyd as of recent and you're probably wondering...'What's with the Aykroyds?' Well, you see...I didn't choose to become obsessed with Dan Aykroyd, Aykroyd chose me...he chose me via dreams and psychic visions. And besides we know this is pretty much the origin of the Aykroyd-verse. Yes, there is a shared universe for Dan Aykroyd characters. I'm a Dan Aykroyd fan which is a very rare breed, we're odd and unique creations...but we don't multiply if you get us wet (we multiply anyway), we don't explode when exposed to bright lights and we don't turn into utter chaotic monsters if you feed us after midnight, but we can ask people if they want to see something really scary.
Do you want to see something really scary? Come on now, it will be fun...just let me explain. Basically i've been weird all my life and have been aware of it, being weird is NOT a sin against nature and it's not something to shun others for either....weird is great, who doesn't love weird? I love weird. I always believed there were creatures lurking in the dark and under my bed, and little did I know how right I was...I befriended those creatures though. I always can related to the monster in monster stories, mainly because I used to be viewed as one...a total freak according to most people in the Daloli-verse but i'm not a total freak though, well I am it's just I don't mind it and embrace it. You're probably wondering how Aykroyd chose me...well it's kind of funny, basically one night while I was meditating I had a weird dream about being possessed by him and before I knew it...I transformed into him. And that's when I woke up and discovered I had become him. It had become real. That's transformation for ya, and yet I wondered why. How and why did Aykroyd choose to possess me? Well it's a lot more complicated than just what I described earlier.
The process of turning into someone else always has fascinated me, mainly because I get to show of a side of myself I rarely get to show at least not that often, a side that is different than how I normally am. The process of transformation is fascinating, basically the entire process of turning into another form both mentally and physically and the alterations in general...and oh my, I realize that sounded Aykroyd-like already. On the night I first underwent this transformation, this was one of the traits I was taking on. I was listening to my darksynth/horror playlist and singing along to Killing Moon by Echo and the Bunnymen. 'Under the blue moon I saw you. So soon you'll take me. Up in your arms, too late to beg you or cancel it. Though I know it must be the killing time, unwillingly mine.' As I was singing however, I was thinking about the dream I had...I couldn't help it, part of me was afraid but part of me also liked it and wanted it...but why? Why would I want to be Dan Aykroyd? Don't get me wrong I love him...it's just, wow...why? Maybe this was prophetic or something, maybe Aykroyd was my twin and I identified with him...maybe that was it. Being possessed by him did seem oddly entrancing and fun, maybe I would get to learn something from it.
"Connor, buddy...could you come here for a second?"
"Yes...master."
"I had this strange dream about Dan Aykroyd, I think I may have gotten it from Eukie."
Connor had this look that was worried but he could tell I needed him, he used his powers to try and get inside my mind...as I sighed and explained what was going on. I was worried even more than usual, how could I actually like the idea of becoming Dan Aykroyd? Could it have been the result of hanging out with Eukie? Had another Aykroyd fan somehow done this to me? I sighed and went back to my computer for a little bit. But as I did, I couldn't help but think of that dream...which in turn started to affect what I was doing, as I was watching Celtic Pride and taking screencaps I swear I could have heard Aykroyd's voice coming from the screen. 'Hey there Nathan, thinking about me I see.' 'Huh? Dan...but how?' 'It's simple...I have been using my powers to communicate with you via dreams and visions. I have been monitoring them and it seems as clear as crystal heads that you like the idea of becoming me.' I blushed, thinking about such things made me feel like I should be ashamed of it. But was I really right to be ashamed of liking Dan Aykroyd or even liking the idea of being him? It was these specific thoughts that were making me question my own sanity, but yet I identified with Aykroyd...so was it mutual? Was I really into the idea of being Aykroyd? All of this was intriguing to me. 'What is it?' 'I actually want this to happen but i'm kind of nervous.' 'Why?' There was that adorkable Aykroyd smile that always made me feel better and like I could relate to whatever character he was playing.
'It's just, Dan...I feel terrible about this.' 'Why? Because it's odd...part of me thinks that it would be weird to be you and the other wants it to happen.' 'Well..which part do you agree with more?' 'I don't know'. I blushed, I didn't know how to respond and I was conflicted...I had to think about what it meant to me. If this was my old self speaking as in me in my Drmusic2-1 days my old self would have said me 'Ick, me...become Dan Aykroyd, that vodka selling, ghost-obsessed dork? No thanks' but my current self would be like 'Hmmm....dare I risk it? Dare I decide to transform into this goofy yet adorable Canadian?'
I couldn't help but think of those dreams and that one dream, being possessed by Dan Aykroyd sounded like fun and who wouldn't want him to take over their body? Originally I hesitated, thinking that Dan wouldn't like my idea but that's when I caught that look in his eye and that signature wide smile. 'So...you like it then?' 'Oh yes, I would be more than happy to make that happen.' 'I don't know Dan, I'm a little nervous and unsure about this.' 'It will be fun, i'll help you.' 'Wait...you're going to help me?' 'Yeah, i'm going to help you by possessing you.' 'I'm alright with this, go ahead.'
Dan chuckled to himself as he took on a translucent form and entered my mouth, going down my throat and possessing me in the process. Which felt odd at first but I didn't mind it, keep in mind this is the first time he ever had possessed me and I had only seen this happen to Mel so far. My stomach gurgled loudly and I began to feel sickly despite not being physically ill, i'm half-vampire...how can a vampire get sick? I clutched my stomach for a little bit as it slowly swelled and broadened, only for my arms to also broaden as my hands enlarged and hairs sprouted on the former. You know how in those werecreature transformation movies where they sometimes show the hair/fur growing all over someone's hands and they show each follicle of hair/fur gradually sprouting in to give them the appearance of having fur on their arms and hands? Well that was what was happening to me, only I wasn't likely to be sporting sharp claws anytime. At least not in this episode.
It's funny, throughout the ages I attempted to change who I was to impress others only to find the only thing I need to become is me and that is it, I am me and that is what i'm happy with being...my work isn't perfect but who said anything about being perfect? I didn't come here for a popularity contest, I didn't come here to try and make anything deep and meaningful, i'm just me and there's nothing wrong with that and being me is the best me I can be.
"How does it feel?"
"Dan...it feels odd but interestingly I like it..."
"We're only getting started."
My chest and torso slowly swelled up and broadened, as hairs spread across the top of the former and down to my navel area...I didn't know Dan was so uhhhh..furry, but there you go. My body definitely seemed like it was bit on the hefty side but not too overweight, as my skin cleared up and gained a ruddy complexion, I never had paid much attention to my skin all that much...not since I got those scars from my surgery but I was definitely looking a lot better and healthier...I gasped a little as my dark blue spider shirt tightened but luckily it didn't rip as it remained on my body but grew to fight my new build before turning black, feeling my arms for a little bit I was wondering if my legs would undergo the same change and they did broaden a little but didn't have that much hair on them as opposed to my arms, now my arm follicles weren't exactly werecreature length and I didn't have Tom Jones, Alec Baldwin or Simon Cowell-esque chest hair but I had a good amount of it.
I chuckled a little and then felt my rear as it plumped up, it wasn't exactly womanly but it was quite plump and floofy which made me squeeze it a little bit. Hey what do you know I have Dan Aykroyd's Big Fat Ass! That's not just a callback to an episode I did a couple of months ago but also a nod to an SNL podcast. The SNL podcast known as Saturday Night Jive has reviewed a few Dan Aykroyd movies and sometimes they call it Dan Aykroyd's Big Fat Ass because apart from how funny it is to see them make jabs at Dan Aykroyd's 'dad-bod' that he gained in recent years, but it's just fun in general.
Anyway, having a rear like Dan's own one made me chuckle a few times...all of me seemed a bit heavier to be honest, without needing a scale I could say I weighed around 250lbs as my shoulders broadened and so did my back, okay that may have hurt a little but i'm used to it. My skin aged itself up a bit until it looked like I was in my 60's, specifically 67. I didn't mind it though as this was just part of the process...I slowly shot up in height from 5'7 to 6'1...you know it's odd, back when I was an actor in the local production company I was always viewed as the 'shortest' cast member despite not being any shorter than the other cast members. But now I was actually taller than I normally was. I've always been a theater geek, and i've always had a love of the theater...I definitely can thank Andrew Lloyd Webber for that. If it wasn't for those stories of Joseph's amazing dreamcoat of many colors or of those cats that do what Jellicle cats can I wouldn't have gotten into performing. Of course I myself am too meek and shy to go up on stage and sing my heart out, that's one of my major flaws right next to sometimes not being a very good listener when it comes to matters of the heart, sometimes my mind says things my heart disagrees with. And that can lead to really ugly things like for example fall-outs with friends. And sometimes I just have the worst luck, and sometimes I keep getting dragged into messes that I didn't even want to be involved in to begin with. A whole lot of complications get in the way ya know, a whole lot of complications including a deceased father. Even though my father often would get mad at me and yelled at a specifically bombastic volume that would make Brian Blessed sound quiet by comparison and made jokes only he himself laughed at, I still loved him...he was family after all.
Sometimes you really need to get to the route of the complication and fix it manually in order to truly patch things up, putting on your proverbial mechanic's overalls is merely the first step in a very long process of fixing something that has been broken. And oh my...did I just have an Aykroyd moment? I'm not even done transforming and I am still having Aykroyd moments. I examined my legs for a little and then my feet, my feet grew a bit in size as two of the toes on both stuck together a bit, making them appear to be webbed...just one of Aykroyd's unique traits. Not every guy has webbed toes.
I sighed in contentment....somehow to me this was naturally, the process of transforming in general always fascinated me and to become someone who was already similar to me was extremely fascinating in general, I never realized just how similar I was to Aykroyd up until now, but now I definitely see it...it's like looking in a mirror, albeit a mirror from another realm/dimension in which the reflection is that of Aykroyd but still a mirror nonetheless and that definitely reflects on me. I see myself as Aykroyd and it's beyond interesting, it's fascinating...and who's to say that transdimensional mirrors don't exist in our universe, maybe they do and maybe we can investigate their properties and find out more for ourselves, it is a very plausible possibility. And...oh my, another Aykroydism. My hair slowly shortened a little but became wavier, darkening in the process, now my hair usually is quite long but it's straight and not in my eyes, and it doesn't make me look like Iggy Pop or Russell Brand, not that I have anything against those two I love Iggy and my opinions of Russell have changed from what they used to be but it was a common thing for my enemies to make fun of my appearance. I blinked a little, I just had a little something in my eye.
Speaking of those eyes...both eyes widened but I noticed there was a difference. That difference being one of my eyes remained brown while the other turned green, yep...those are Aykroyd's eyes alright. Heterochromia is an interesting alteration where one eye color is a different color than the other one, like for example one eye is brown and one is brown. So excuse me...for forgetting, you see...I have forgotten if one of Dan's eyes is green or if it's blue, but the thing is...what I really mean, is that his are the sweetest eyes i've ever seen.
"Woah...this is really interesting, you have so many interesting traits."
"Aaaw thank you, i'm blessed with uniqueness. Everyone is special in their own way but there's no one like me."
"It's true, you are inimitable."
You know I was originally hesitant to do this but now that I see how similar I was to Dan, now I see that it makes sense. Not everything needs to make sense of course, sometimes it's best never to question these things, attempting to add logic to something that isn't supposed to make even the smallest bit of sense makes things go completely out of whack and all sorts of chaos to ensue. Sometimes it doesn't need to be explained, sometimes it's best to just relax and enjoy what is going on and to appreciate things for what they are, shunning others for being different isn't good...weird isn't terrible, it's fun. I mean my man Dan is weird but he is allowed to be since it's all part of his adorable charm.
My nose itched, an itchy nose is completely normal so this was nothing to worry about - as it enlarged and a small cleft appeared down the middle of it, giving me a nose that resembled his. My lips became a bit more kissable as my forehead enlarged and my eyebrows thickened, my face slowly growing rounder as my jawline altered. I could see that my features still were like mine but also were a little like Dan's own ones, I guess that would now literally make me his twin since now I looked a lot like him, my features slowly morphed themselves into a perfect replication of his features.
I always found the face morph part of the transformation to be the best part especially regarding this kind of transformation, and you can thank the late Michael Jackson for that. You know what i'm talking about, the Black Or White video...which utilized morphing technology digitally to create some impressive morphing sequences, and the Animorphs covers are what got me into wanting to make my own morphs to begin with but my morphs didn't turn out too well..oh well, I made do with what I had.
But if you think this was where my changes ended, think again...I felt a grumbling sensation in my throat as my voice deepened and gruffened, altering a couple of times and realigning itself into a perfect replication of Dan's voice complete with the appropriate amount of Aykroydian mannerisms and traits and there I go with the Aykroydisms...if Aykroydian isn't a word, I shall make it one. My mind and personality slowly altered, my memories were altering too...making me think I had been born as Dan...that's who I was, right? I certainly think so. I thought about my life and my career. All of these memories of my career as an SNL cast member and actor and my life growing up in Ottawa, Ontario. Ah yes that's right, I'm a Canadian...I don't remember being anything else. Paranormal knowledge filled my mind as my personality altered further....traces of my normal self fading away and being replaced with those of Dan. 'Yes that's who I am, i'm Daniel Edward Aykroyd...but everyone calls me Danny'. I chuckled to myself, I gotta admit...hearing this voice come out of me made me laugh. Now I completely see why he referred to me as his twin, because I am him. I was a fool to try and change who I was to impress others, I thought...well I thought that I could organize freedom, how Canadian of me.
"You were right Dan, I am so much like you."
"See? I told ya. We're very similar."
"This has definitely been a fun experience."
"There we go pal...how do you feel?"
"Actually I really feel good and I feel glad with who and what I am."
"That's good, because remember...you're me."
'Yeah, we're one and the same."
"I have something to show you."
As if by supernatural magic, various characters that I had played materialized in the room alongside me. 'Are they all me?' 'Yes, they are. They're part of the universe known as the Aykroyd-verse.' 'The Aykroyd-verse? Go on...tell me more.' 'Those podcast guys talked about a universe based around your characters and now it is real, they're all you and they're all there to help you be the best Aykroyd you can be.' Thus the beginning of this wonderfully wacky and unusual universe known as the Aykroyd-verse commenced, it was clear that I had a gift, the gift of being me, the gift of oddness...the gift of Aykroydishness.
I felt very excited about this and I was eager to help all those characters of mine, I had been hesitant to embrace my oddness in the past but now...I fully embrace it and that is what began the Aykroyd-verse. To this day it continues to grow, with multiple different Dan Aykroyd characters - as in characters played by me walking around, interacting with each-other and all of them having a fun time just being themselves and thus brings us to the moral I have brought for you. Don't be ashamed of being weird or different, being weird or different is fun and it's good to embrace who and what you are. Strange isn't always scary, strange can be good for you.
"That's right, don't be ashamed."
"Why would anyone be ashamed of being weird? Being weird is wonderful."
"Exactly."
Remember, don't be ashamed of being weird....being weird is fun, not everything makes sense...and that's fine with me. I'm Aykroyd and I know it. If you too are an Aykroyd, clap your hands and cheer. I'm not perfect, but i'm perfect for you. And that's the story of my Aykroydian addiction, an addiction that has now earned me several new followers and of course there's always room for more.
Dan Aykroyd TF
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I've gathered quite a reputation online as being the guy who does celebrity morphs, no it's not specifically a fetish...it's just one of my favorites and i've been judged harshly for it, it's really not that weird when you think of it and believe me I have seen much worse. Obsession is a weird thing, sometimes when you think you have all the obsessions you could possibly get when all of a sudden a new obsession decides to possess you, i've got many favorite actors and sometimes that actor is a major obsession that I can't stop being addicted to. I have so many...my addiction is one that doesn't need to be cured, and why would I want to cure it? I am who I am, you don't need to exorcise this demon...I am already possessed. You may have been seeing a lot of Aykroyd as of recent and you're probably wondering...'What's with the Aykroyds?' Well, you see...I didn't choose to become obsessed with Dan Aykroyd, Aykroyd chose me...he chose me via dreams and psychic visions. And besides we know this is pretty much the origin of the Aykroyd-verse. Yes, there is a shared universe for Dan Aykroyd characters. I'm a Dan Aykroyd fan which is a very rare breed, we're odd and unique creations...but we don't multiply if you get us wet (we multiply anyway), we don't explode when exposed to bright lights and we don't turn into utter chaotic monsters if you feed us after midnight, but we can ask people if they want to see something really scary.
Do you want to see something really scary? Come on now, it will be fun...just let me explain. Basically i've been weird all my life and have been aware of it, being weird is NOT a sin against nature and it's not something to shun others for either....weird is great, who doesn't love weird? I love weird. I always believed there were creatures lurking in the dark and under my bed, and little did I know how right I was...I befriended those creatures though. I always can related to the monster in monster stories, mainly because I used to be viewed as one...a total freak according to most people in the Daloli-verse but i'm not a total freak though, well I am it's just I don't mind it and embrace it. You're probably wondering how Aykroyd chose me...well it's kind of funny, basically one night while I was meditating I had a weird dream about being possessed by him and before I knew it...I transformed into him. And that's when I woke up and discovered I had become him. It had become real. That's transformation for ya, and yet I wondered why. How and why did Aykroyd choose to possess me? Well it's a lot more complicated than just what I described earlier.
The process of turning into someone else always has fascinated me, mainly because I get to show of a side of myself I rarely get to show at least not that often, a side that is different than how I normally am. The process of transformation is fascinating, basically the entire process of turning into another form both mentally and physically and the alterations in general...and oh my, I realize that sounded Aykroyd-like already. On the night I first underwent this transformation, this was one of the traits I was taking on. I was listening to my darksynth/horror playlist and singing along to Killing Moon by Echo and the Bunnymen. 'Under the blue moon I saw you. So soon you'll take me. Up in your arms, too late to beg you or cancel it. Though I know it must be the killing time, unwillingly mine.' As I was singing however, I was thinking about the dream I had...I couldn't help it, part of me was afraid but part of me also liked it and wanted it...but why? Why would I want to be Dan Aykroyd? Don't get me wrong I love him...it's just, wow...why? Maybe this was prophetic or something, maybe Aykroyd was my twin and I identified with him...maybe that was it. Being possessed by him did seem oddly entrancing and fun, maybe I would get to learn something from it.
"Connor, buddy...could you come here for a second?"
"Yes...master."
"I had this strange dream about Dan Aykroyd, I think I may have gotten it from Eukie."
Connor had this look that was worried but he could tell I needed him, he used his powers to try and get inside my mind...as I sighed and explained what was going on. I was worried even more than usual, how could I actually like the idea of becoming Dan Aykroyd? Could it have been the result of hanging out with Eukie? Had another Aykroyd fan somehow done this to me? I sighed and went back to my computer for a little bit. But as I did, I couldn't help but think of that dream...which in turn started to affect what I was doing, as I was watching Celtic Pride and taking screencaps I swear I could have heard Aykroyd's voice coming from the screen. 'Hey there Nathan, thinking about me I see.' 'Huh? Dan...but how?' 'It's simple...I have been using my powers to communicate with you via dreams and visions. I have been monitoring them and it seems as clear as crystal heads that you like the idea of becoming me.' I blushed, thinking about such things made me feel like I should be ashamed of it. But was I really right to be ashamed of liking Dan Aykroyd or even liking the idea of being him? It was these specific thoughts that were making me question my own sanity, but yet I identified with Aykroyd...so was it mutual? Was I really into the idea of being Aykroyd? All of this was intriguing to me. 'What is it?' 'I actually want this to happen but i'm kind of nervous.' 'Why?' There was that adorkable Aykroyd smile that always made me feel better and like I could relate to whatever character he was playing.
'It's just, Dan...I feel terrible about this.' 'Why? Because it's odd...part of me thinks that it would be weird to be you and the other wants it to happen.' 'Well..which part do you agree with more?' 'I don't know'. I blushed, I didn't know how to respond and I was conflicted...I had to think about what it meant to me. If this was my old self speaking as in me in my Drmusic2-1 days my old self would have said me 'Ick, me...become Dan Aykroyd, that vodka selling, ghost-obsessed dork? No thanks' but my current self would be like 'Hmmm....dare I risk it? Dare I decide to transform into this goofy yet adorable Canadian?'
I couldn't help but think of those dreams and that one dream, being possessed by Dan Aykroyd sounded like fun and who wouldn't want him to take over their body? Originally I hesitated, thinking that Dan wouldn't like my idea but that's when I caught that look in his eye and that signature wide smile. 'So...you like it then?' 'Oh yes, I would be more than happy to make that happen.' 'I don't know Dan, I'm a little nervous and unsure about this.' 'It will be fun, i'll help you.' 'Wait...you're going to help me?' 'Yeah, i'm going to help you by possessing you.' 'I'm alright with this, go ahead.'
Dan chuckled to himself as he took on a translucent form and entered my mouth, going down my throat and possessing me in the process. Which felt odd at first but I didn't mind it, keep in mind this is the first time he ever had possessed me and I had only seen this happen to Mel so far. My stomach gurgled loudly and I began to feel sickly despite not being physically ill, i'm half-vampire...how can a vampire get sick? I clutched my stomach for a little bit as it slowly swelled and broadened, only for my arms to also broaden as my hands enlarged and hairs sprouted on the former. You know how in those werecreature transformation movies where they sometimes show the hair/fur growing all over someone's hands and they show each follicle of hair/fur gradually sprouting in to give them the appearance of having fur on their arms and hands? Well that was what was happening to me, only I wasn't likely to be sporting sharp claws anytime. At least not in this episode.
It's funny, throughout the ages I attempted to change who I was to impress others only to find the only thing I need to become is me and that is it, I am me and that is what i'm happy with being...my work isn't perfect but who said anything about being perfect? I didn't come here for a popularity contest, I didn't come here to try and make anything deep and meaningful, i'm just me and there's nothing wrong with that and being me is the best me I can be.
"How does it feel?"
"Dan...it feels odd but interestingly I like it..."
"We're only getting started."
My chest and torso slowly swelled up and broadened, as hairs spread across the top of the former and down to my navel area...I didn't know Dan was so uhhhh..furry, but there you go. My body definitely seemed like it was bit on the hefty side but not too overweight, as my skin cleared up and gained a ruddy complexion, I never had paid much attention to my skin all that much...not since I got those scars from my surgery but I was definitely looking a lot better and healthier...I gasped a little as my dark blue spider shirt tightened but luckily it didn't rip as it remained on my body but grew to fight my new build before turning black, feeling my arms for a little bit I was wondering if my legs would undergo the same change and they did broaden a little but didn't have that much hair on them as opposed to my arms, now my arm follicles weren't exactly werecreature length and I didn't have Tom Jones, Alec Baldwin or Simon Cowell-esque chest hair but I had a good amount of it.
I chuckled a little and then felt my rear as it plumped up, it wasn't exactly womanly but it was quite plump and floofy which made me squeeze it a little bit. Hey what do you know I have Dan Aykroyd's Big Fat Ass! That's not just a callback to an episode I did a couple of months ago but also a nod to an SNL podcast. The SNL podcast known as Saturday Night Jive has reviewed a few Dan Aykroyd movies and sometimes they call it Dan Aykroyd's Big Fat Ass because apart from how funny it is to see them make jabs at Dan Aykroyd's 'dad-bod' that he gained in recent years, but it's just fun in general.
Anyway, having a rear like Dan's own one made me chuckle a few times...all of me seemed a bit heavier to be honest, without needing a scale I could say I weighed around 250lbs as my shoulders broadened and so did my back, okay that may have hurt a little but i'm used to it. My skin aged itself up a bit until it looked like I was in my 60's, specifically 67. I didn't mind it though as this was just part of the process...I slowly shot up in height from 5'7 to 6'1...you know it's odd, back when I was an actor in the local production company I was always viewed as the 'shortest' cast member despite not being any shorter than the other cast members. But now I was actually taller than I normally was. I've always been a theater geek, and i've always had a love of the theater...I definitely can thank Andrew Lloyd Webber for that. If it wasn't for those stories of Joseph's amazing dreamcoat of many colors or of those cats that do what Jellicle cats can I wouldn't have gotten into performing. Of course I myself am too meek and shy to go up on stage and sing my heart out, that's one of my major flaws right next to sometimes not being a very good listener when it comes to matters of the heart, sometimes my mind says things my heart disagrees with. And that can lead to really ugly things like for example fall-outs with friends. And sometimes I just have the worst luck, and sometimes I keep getting dragged into messes that I didn't even want to be involved in to begin with. A whole lot of complications get in the way ya know, a whole lot of complications including a deceased father. Even though my father often would get mad at me and yelled at a specifically bombastic volume that would make Brian Blessed sound quiet by comparison and made jokes only he himself laughed at, I still loved him...he was family after all.
Sometimes you really need to get to the route of the complication and fix it manually in order to truly patch things up, putting on your proverbial mechanic's overalls is merely the first step in a very long process of fixing something that has been broken. And oh my...did I just have an Aykroyd moment? I'm not even done transforming and I am still having Aykroyd moments. I examined my legs for a little and then my feet, my feet grew a bit in size as two of the toes on both stuck together a bit, making them appear to be webbed...just one of Aykroyd's unique traits. Not every guy has webbed toes.
I sighed in contentment....somehow to me this was naturally, the process of transforming in general always fascinated me and to become someone who was already similar to me was extremely fascinating in general, I never realized just how similar I was to Aykroyd up until now, but now I definitely see it...it's like looking in a mirror, albeit a mirror from another realm/dimension in which the reflection is that of Aykroyd but still a mirror nonetheless and that definitely reflects on me. I see myself as Aykroyd and it's beyond interesting, it's fascinating...and who's to say that transdimensional mirrors don't exist in our universe, maybe they do and maybe we can investigate their properties and find out more for ourselves, it is a very plausible possibility. And...oh my, another Aykroydism. My hair slowly shortened a little but became wavier, darkening in the process, now my hair usually is quite long but it's straight and not in my eyes, and it doesn't make me look like Iggy Pop or Russell Brand, not that I have anything against those two I love Iggy and my opinions of Russell have changed from what they used to be but it was a common thing for my enemies to make fun of my appearance. I blinked a little, I just had a little something in my eye.
Speaking of those eyes...both eyes widened but I noticed there was a difference. That difference being one of my eyes remained brown while the other turned green, yep...those are Aykroyd's eyes alright. Heterochromia is an interesting alteration where one eye color is a different color than the other one, like for example one eye is brown and one is brown. So excuse me...for forgetting, you see...I have forgotten if one of Dan's eyes is green or if it's blue, but the thing is...what I really mean, is that his are the sweetest eyes i've ever seen.
"Woah...this is really interesting, you have so many interesting traits."
"Aaaw thank you, i'm blessed with uniqueness. Everyone is special in their own way but there's no one like me."
"It's true, you are inimitable."
You know I was originally hesitant to do this but now that I see how similar I was to Dan, now I see that it makes sense. Not everything needs to make sense of course, sometimes it's best never to question these things, attempting to add logic to something that isn't supposed to make even the smallest bit of sense makes things go completely out of whack and all sorts of chaos to ensue. Sometimes it doesn't need to be explained, sometimes it's best to just relax and enjoy what is going on and to appreciate things for what they are, shunning others for being different isn't good...weird isn't terrible, it's fun. I mean my man Dan is weird but he is allowed to be since it's all part of his adorable charm.
My nose itched, an itchy nose is completely normal so this was nothing to worry about - as it enlarged and a small cleft appeared down the middle of it, giving me a nose that resembled his. My lips became a bit more kissable as my forehead enlarged and my eyebrows thickened, my face slowly growing rounder as my jawline altered. I could see that my features still were like mine but also were a little like Dan's own ones, I guess that would now literally make me his twin since now I looked a lot like him, my features slowly morphed themselves into a perfect replication of his features.
I always found the face morph part of the transformation to be the best part especially regarding this kind of transformation, and you can thank the late Michael Jackson for that. You know what i'm talking about, the Black Or White video...which utilized morphing technology digitally to create some impressive morphing sequences, and the Animorphs covers are what got me into wanting to make my own morphs to begin with but my morphs didn't turn out too well..oh well, I made do with what I had.
But if you think this was where my changes ended, think again...I felt a grumbling sensation in my throat as my voice deepened and gruffened, altering a couple of times and realigning itself into a perfect replication of Dan's voice complete with the appropriate amount of Aykroydian mannerisms and traits and there I go with the Aykroydisms...if Aykroydian isn't a word, I shall make it one. My mind and personality slowly altered, my memories were altering too...making me think I had been born as Dan...that's who I was, right? I certainly think so. I thought about my life and my career. All of these memories of my career as an SNL cast member and actor and my life growing up in Ottawa, Ontario. Ah yes that's right, I'm a Canadian...I don't remember being anything else. Paranormal knowledge filled my mind as my personality altered further....traces of my normal self fading away and being replaced with those of Dan. 'Yes that's who I am, i'm Daniel Edward Aykroyd...but everyone calls me Danny'. I chuckled to myself, I gotta admit...hearing this voice come out of me made me laugh. Now I completely see why he referred to me as his twin, because I am him. I was a fool to try and change who I was to impress others, I thought...well I thought that I could organize freedom, how Canadian of me.
"You were right Dan, I am so much like you."
"See? I told ya. We're very similar."
"This has definitely been a fun experience."
"There we go pal...how do you feel?"
"Actually I really feel good and I feel glad with who and what I am."
"That's good, because remember...you're me."
'Yeah, we're one and the same."
"I have something to show you."
As if by supernatural magic, various characters that I had played materialized in the room alongside me. 'Are they all me?' 'Yes, they are. They're part of the universe known as the Aykroyd-verse.' 'The Aykroyd-verse? Go on...tell me more.' 'Those podcast guys talked about a universe based around your characters and now it is real, they're all you and they're all there to help you be the best Aykroyd you can be.' Thus the beginning of this wonderfully wacky and unusual universe known as the Aykroyd-verse commenced, it was clear that I had a gift, the gift of being me, the gift of oddness...the gift of Aykroydishness.
I felt very excited about this and I was eager to help all those characters of mine, I had been hesitant to embrace my oddness in the past but now...I fully embrace it and that is what began the Aykroyd-verse. To this day it continues to grow, with multiple different Dan Aykroyd characters - as in characters played by me walking around, interacting with each-other and all of them having a fun time just being themselves and thus brings us to the moral I have brought for you. Don't be ashamed of being weird or different, being weird or different is fun and it's good to embrace who and what you are. Strange isn't always scary, strange can be good for you.
"That's right, don't be ashamed."
"Why would anyone be ashamed of being weird? Being weird is wonderful."
"Exactly."
Remember, don't be ashamed of being weird....being weird is fun, not everything makes sense...and that's fine with me. I'm Aykroyd and I know it. If you too are an Aykroyd, clap your hands and cheer. I'm not perfect, but i'm perfect for you. And that's the story of my Aykroydian addiction, an addiction that has now earned me several new followers and of course there's always room for more.
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