#'okay damn I missed a lot of updates....lets see if I get my account with my progress and my legendary cookies back'

[k1rbyl0v3r]

guess who is trying to get their old crk account back they lost in 2023?

yeah I am, I never told yall but back then I was a huge fan of crk, but I kinda lost interest but I guess you can say I'm still in the fandom

[th3-0bjectivist]

Chipper and Romi, A Love Story (and page update w/ Springin’ Chip)

Heya Tumblr folks, its page mascot Springin’ Chip here, and its autumn! And I’m in loooooove. Met a young woman. Her name is Romi. Young love is painful, folks. It’s supposed to teach you lessons that’ll help you adjust as an adult. And let me tell ya, there’s lots of pain in this relationship! So far, Romi and I enjoy playfully fighting in the park, late-night sleepovers, and deep talks about our future and the nature of the universe. It’s good to find something positive in 2024! I hope you had little specs of happiness this year as well. ANYWAYS, onto the brief page update.

So, folks, we’re going to be taking election week entirely off, maybe two weeks. When we get back, we’ll have three more songs to post and a few more paintings/drawings in 24’. Why take election week off you ask?? Well, primarily because partisan politics completely ruined Tumblr this year. It literally sucked all the fun out of everything and turned some usually normal people who we follow(ed) into shrieking, insufferable, irrational, pants-shitting dipshits. There’s nothing more useless than keyboard activism, and when we log in to Tumblr, we’re mostly looking for something that helps us mentally escape the harsh reality we’re living in. I mean, folks, as a dog, I really couldn't care less how you vote. What you do in the voting booth, just like in your bed, is none of my damn business. I followed your blog because I think you create exceptional art, or take excellent pictures, or generate excellent poetry, or make quality sounds, or because you have some hidden X factor, or because I think you’re a goddamned bona fide genius. I do NOT come to Tumblr for politics for several reasons, but mostly because… no one on here is a political expert and I’d rather not know how you vote at all. I’d rather you keep me guessing at how you vote and keep that to yourself. If for no other reason, because your politics matter to you, and I appreciate a bit of mystique.

Th3-0 wants me to tell you he early voted in North Carolina today. He said it was easy; he showed up early, he’d done his research beforehand, so he knew how he wanted to vote, it took like ten minutes. It was like, zip-zip-zip. The people at the voting site were friendly, the ballot process was streamlined. You don’t need to know how th3-0bjectivist votes. All you need to do is stop telling others how to vote and go out and vote. If you’re with friends or family that haven’t voted, tell them, “Okay c’mon! We’re all gonna go vote now!” Stop whining, stop whinging, and just go and vote folks. These last six months have been exhausting and demoralizing for the entire US. And if your side loses, learn how to lose with grace. Don’t let them see you sweat and think to yourself; what did my side do wrong to lose this election!?

Depending on the seismic reaction after the election, it could be up to two weeks until this blog is back up folks. Just please, grip fast to your mental health, hold your nose, and treat each other with respect. This year has been crazy enough. There’s no need to get crazier. th3-0bjectivist’s blog will be back for about two months and then after that we’re gonna take a LONGASS break from this platform to recover from the wretched, traumatizing, ass-ramming partisan shitstorm that was 24’.

Alt-links below in case you miss th3-0.

Stop bitchin' and just vote, Springin’ Chip

*****

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[kiliinstinct]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for tagging me! @celestialtitania

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

56 and uhh.. wow. I guess if we include my Genshin account that would be 58? Wait! My Psued also has some so the total is actually - 74! Damn, that's more than I was expecting actually.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

This is also going to take some calculating...

okay, the total from my mainaccount and it's pseud and my genshin account: 388,886. Kinda blew my mind to see that total lol

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly Fairy Tail, but I've dabbled in Yu Yu Hakusho, Yuri On Ice, Naruto, Legend of Zelda and have begun to write for Genshin Impact!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Imma count this down- first being the lowest to the highest.

Soft Caress with 234 Kudos

Wake Up Call  with 474

Have You Missed Me?  390

Flame's Desire 702

Mistletoe Claim  with a total of 1284 Kudos. (and i still don't understand WHY!?)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

It's 50/50. I like to reply when I can, but sometimes I'm in a rush or busy (or half asleep) when I see the comment and then completely forget about it until later. By then I feel awkward replying. ^^;;

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uhh, I haven't.. ended.. the angstiest fics yet. But, since you're looking for an ending, I guess Sun in the Rain  ? Since it's dealing with grief and loss of parents?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

How is this even harder for me to think of? Uhm, maybe I'll go with Fire Sprite No. 5 ? But there's a few others up there, I think.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I'll be honest, hate is very rare on my fics. (And I'm very grateful for it.) Usually I just have people pressuring me to update and guilt tripping me rather than outright hating on a fic. And some of the hate I received years ago is just funny to me. The worst one I ever got I just ignore because it was hardly worth my time.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes and.. the smut kind? (I do not understand the question o.o)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Only one! And for some reason I never posted it to A03 .. that's weird, I could have sworn I had. Anyway! The Forgotten Temple was a NatsuxLevy fic crossed over into the world of Breath of the Wild that I wrote for a friend. It's the only crossover I've ever done.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Once that I'm aware of! The Matching Scale had one person come to me to let me know someone had stolen it, but the fic was deleted days later. There's one other multi-chapter out there that's based off of it, but that writer got my permission to use the plot before they posted it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I've been asked 3 different times if someone could translate, but never saw the end result of that. I'm totally down for people to translate my work if they ever wanted to though. Just so long as it's credited and linked to the original.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes.... and no... and.. yes? Okay, there's a few of them but they're not finished so I was never able to post them... Ahem...

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

... Favorite? I'm supposed to have one all-time favorite? Seriously? No. Can't be. There's no way. I've got too many to pick one above all else.

My current Hyper Fixation is TravelerxXiao from Genshin Impact. (Though I'm partial to AetherxXiao rather than Aether's twin sister version of that ship.) Nalu is the one that gave me the most inspiration in Fairy Tail, but I also have a few crack ships that I adore in FT as well, Like CobraxLevy (Or FreedxLevy.. or.. there's a lot of Levy ships don't judge me.) and GrayxLoke. Then there's Sesskag in the Inuyasha fandom... Zelink in Zelda... Zutara in ATLA... and let's not get me started on characters I ship in books or I'll be here all day/night.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

As far as I'm concerned, every single published wip that I have not listed as discontinued WILL BE FINISHED. I'm determined to ensure they are. As for the unpublished ones though.. there's two that I don't think are going to make it outside of the planning and partial writing stage.. which is kinda sad to think about, but I simple can't add more to my plate than I already have.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm told I'm good at keeping characters ic even in au settings, so I guess I can see that's a strength, but covering the emotions and inner workings of a characters mind is probably where my biggest strength is. If there are any others.. well.. you tell me?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Description- especially if I'm mixing it in dialogue- or trying to remember when I need to at least give the reader some idea of how a character looks. I get so worried about over describing that I end up not describing enough at all! It's a problem.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Eh, if it's like.. for the setting, where some characters use a different language and don't know the main one, I think it works if done well. Especially if you're trying to show someone who's bilingual. If it works for world building and has been done well, then I'm not going to complain. Asides from that, I usually avoid it and get thrown out of the story when I see it .

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Yu Yu Hakusho and Inuyasha... on an old old old account that you will never, and I mean NEVER, find.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Uhhh... there's that word again. How can I just pick one child over the other? (Flame's Desire.) I can't just pick favorites like that when I have children running around all wanting attention from me - (Flame's Desire.) It would simply be unfair to pick one above the others when they're all so near and dear to my heart - (Flame's Desire.)

Anyway, I'll go with Flame's Desire, as well as the current Genshin Fic I recently wrote and am still editing so it's not posted yet. lol

Tagging, but you don't have to do it.

@pencilofawesomeness @thehylianidiot @genavere @classysassy9791 @phoneboxfairy @grayseyebrowscar @cobrakiin @sandwitchstories @teleiapotami + anyone who wants to steal this

[elephart-hi]

The Adrien Agreste Diet™️

The whole narrative of Adrien having a super strict diet and not eating enough bc of his modeling career is a classic in the fandom but I would love to add a twist

Adrien USED to have super strict low carb diet before becoming Chat Noir, which to him was fine bc he stayed at home all day bc he wasn’t let out of the house to go to school, so he didn’t really need a ton of carbs bc he wasn’t doing a whole lot of moving around to burn them off except when he fenced. So it wasn’t like he was starving.

HOWEVER

when he started going to school he was doing a lot more moving around and goofing off with friends plus the fencing and that alone was causing him to burn more calories but it wasn’t being taken into his diet

and worst of all (and unbeknownst to everyone else!) he was ALSO sprinting across roof tops and launching into battle once or twice a week burning up like 2,000 calories in the first half of the fight alone

He started dropping weight fast and people were worried and Gabriel was not happy bc he was getting back lash that he was starving his son.

Gabe calls Adrien into his office and Adrien is like oh I’m just moving around a lot more bc I’m going to school and we haven’t calculated that into my diet HAHAHAHA *cough cough and I’m a a superhero cough*

so Gabe is like okay I’ll get a Nutritionist to update your diet to take into account your new activities

But Adrien is still really worried bc he just wants his dad to be proud of him but he knows that the Nutritionist isn’t going to help bc they won’t be able to take in account his shananagans as Chat plus Adrien knows his father is a strict boss and he doesn’t want the Nutritionist to get fired bc Gabriel thinks they can’t do their job right bc still Adrien won’t be eating enough and won’t gain the weight back

So then Adriens like FATHER HOW ABOUT I DO IT. He goes on to his father about how it would be a good for him to have more responsibility and that he would be able to do it better bc he knows how much exercise he gets in a day and he would be able to calculate it day to day based on how much he exercises. And he plays it off as him taking more of an interest in his modeling career

Gabe being the stingy Piece of Camembert that his is, is like hmmmmm I could save money and exploit my son. “fine go ahead but if u gain too much weight I’m taking u out of school”

THIS is where things get wild

Adrien starts choking down HUGE amounts of carbs and protein in a day. Like TONS. and all of his friends are like “welp it was nice having you around Adrien we are gonna miss ya” bc they think he is going to gain weight and get pulled out of school

He does start gaining weight.

But not in fat.

He puts on like 30lbs of muscle in just 3 months thanks to all the superheroing

He isn’t skinny enough to be a runway model now bc he is too muscular

But Gabe doesn’t give a damn.

He puts Adriens strictly on photo shoots and uses his new bod to grow Adriens fan base and make him even more of a heart throb and draw more people to a Gabriel brand

Adrien is the Dolan twins of Paris

People are shook

How did he go from twink to hunk

What is his secret

Everyone wants to know

Some guy from a magazine (who knows nothing about nutriention) hacks into their accounts to try and see what Adrien is buying. Is it protein powder, steroids, a personal trainer??? WHAT IS IT!

He notes that Adrien buys and eats a TON of carbs

And a ton of protein

and a ton of... well basically everything

the kid eats enough food to feed half an army (probably bc he fights in a two man army along side his lady but they don’t know that)

The journalist notices that right before Adrien started bulking up he lost a ton of weight.

And right around when he started to lose a bunch of weight he started purchasing HUGE Amounts of Camembert cheese.

The journalist is like THATS IT

Camembert cheese

It’s some super food

That’s how Adrien can eat so much food and stay in shape

It’s bc of the Camembert

The journalist releases an article that introduces the Adrien Agreste Diet™️

It calls for high intake of carbs, protein, and TONS OF CAMEMBERT CHEESE

Let’s just say things don’t end well for the journalist bc his so called “diet” had the opposite affect for those who followed it and it led to quite a few Camembert themed akumas (much to plagg a delight)

[softboywriting]

Unmated

Summary: Sometimes your mate is right under your nose. [werewolf au] [fluff] [alpha shawn]

Word Count: 1.7k

|Masterlist in Bio|

Getting a date when you're a werewolf is hard, but getting a mate, that's even harder. Most of the other wolves in town are already taken and the human guys aren't interested once they find out what you are. Not that you really want a human mate. They just don't understand a lot of aspects of werewolf life and don't care to try to.

So when you find out that one of your pack alphas is making it harder for you to find someone, you're simultaneously annoyed and curious. Being cockblocked is one thing, but having it being done by the one alpha you've had a crush on since you moved into the pack house is another. Only problem is, this alpha is a pain in the ass and you can't decide if you want him, or if you want to strangle him.

Shawn has his pros and cons. He’s fine, like damn fine. Gorgeous even. But he’s bossy, always on your ass about keeping up with the pack on runs. Always reminding you when it’s your turn to do parameter checks because you do them with him and he won’t have you make him look bad. But at the same time he will make you lunch, give you extra time in the bathroom when the other wolves are fighting to get in, and even do your laundry when you forget about it in the laundry room. He cares, and those little moments make your heart race. You walk a fine line between wanting him, feeling drawn to him, and being irritated by his very existence.

Everything changes on one Friday night. You and your friend Tish have gone out of town to a new night club that has just opened. What better place to meet someone then there? Loads of people from all around are going to the grand opening. There is bound to be someone who will take you out.

Things are great. You chat up a few human guys, get some drinks off of them, dance a little, the usual for a night out. But as soon as you get the courage to ask for their number, they split. It's like they know something isn't right, like they sense you're a werewolf. It's annoying and quite frankly it hurts.

You turn your sights to a werewolf guy at the bar. Tall, light brown hair, real soft on the eyes. He's definitely a beta, not big enough to be an alpha. Perfect.

"Hey, how's it going?" You smile as you take a seat on the bar stool beside him.

He looks up from his drink and raises his eyebrows. "Me?"

"Yeah, you. How's it going?"

"Uh, good. Just chilling, having some whiskey." He lifts his glass and takes a sip.

"Yeah, cool." You wave at the bartender and he motions that he'll be there in a moment. This conversation isn't too thrilling, you'll need a drink. "Did you come with friends?"

"Yeah, they're around."

You wait, expecting him to continue the conversation but he doesn't. "Are you single or am I reading you wrong?"

The guy nearly chokes on his drink. "Am I single? Yes. But you're not, so why are you trying to flirt with me?"

"What?" You laugh in disbelief. "I'm extremely single. Have you gone scent blind?"

"You reek of an alpha. I'm not messing with an alpha's girl. I'm not stupid."

"An alph-" you freeze mid sentence as realization hits you like a truck. It's Shawn. You smell like Shawn, the only unmated alpha in your pack, the one you've got a crush on. He's cockblocking you and probably has been for a long while simply because he is unmated. "Oh my God."

"Yeah, sorry sweetheart." The guy chuckles to himself. "Good luck though."

____________________

Just after two in the morning you arrive home, Tish dropping you off and going to her own place. You get inside and drop your keys and shoes by the door. Everyone is asleep, the lights are all off. You head up to your bedroom and stop short of the door. It is open just a crack, the latch not completely flush to the frame. Did you miss closing it? No. You always close your door tight.

You push open the door and see a figure on your bed, illuminated by your winnie the Pooh night light in the corner. It's silly. You got that nightlight when you were ten and kept it solely because it was the last gift you received from your grandmother before she passed. Who knew it would actually come to use in your twenties.

"Hello?" You call out, flipping the switch beside your door and illuminating the room in soft white light.

Immediately the person stirs, stretching and then sitting up. It's Shawn. "What who- oh."

"What's going on here?" You ask, looking around just to make sure it's actually your bedroom. It is. One hundred percent. No doubt about it. "Why are you in my bed?"

Shawn stands and puts on his usual air of authority, arms crossed, eyes hard set on you as if you're the one who's done something wrong. "I came to check on you and you were gone. So I waited."

"I went out with Tish. I didn't know I needed to update you on my personal life." You roll your eyes and go to your dresser to find a pair of pajamas. "That doesn't explain why you were waiting on my bed asleep. Why not just wait in your own room?"

Shawn doesn't say anything and heads for the door. You stop him, hand on his arm and he looks down at you. "What?"

"You didn't answer my question."

"Yes I did. I said I was waiting. I guess I fell asleep."

"But why in my room?"

"Because you would come in here."

"Do you wait for me often?"

Shawn looks away and you raise your eyebrows. That's new. He never turns away, never shows fault to anyone.

"Shawn. Do you come into my room a lot?"

"I'm just protecting you."

You narrow your eyes. "What? Protecting me from what? That's not an answer to my question."

He steps toward the door and crosses his arms, avoiding eye contact. It's not unlike him to be so defensive, but to be silent is unlike him. He's always the one to drive an argument or command attention in a conversation. It's as if he feels guilty now, as if he's been caught doing something he shouldn't be. "Please don't be angry with me."

His words sideline you for a moment. You're pretty sure you've never heard the word please come out of his mouth. "How can I be angry when I don't even know what you're talking about?" You duck into his field of vision and he looks the other way. "Why are you being weird?"

"I'm not being weird."

"Then stop talking in riddles and answer my questions. Why are you in my room now? Have you been coming in here when I'm gone? And what are you protecting me from?"

Shawn shakes his head. "I just...sometimes I just come and sit in here, okay? I don't touch anything I promise."

"I mean it's not okay because this is my private space and-"

"I don't want you to leave."

You fall silent, staring at the alpha before you. Leave? Why would you leave? This makes even less sense than before. "Shawn. I don't understand anything you're saying to me. I'm very confused."

Shawn takes a deep breath and leans against your desk, hands gripping the edges. "I like you."

"Okay." Your stomach flips in excitement. You feel like such a teenager getting attention from her crush for the first time.  

"I really, really like you a lot." His eyes find yours and you can't breathe. "Your scent calms me down when I get irritated or uh, anxious, but anyway, I come and sit down on your bed. I know I shouldn't do that and that this is your space. I'm sorry."

"Oh."

"And...I guess I also come in here so my scent is on your stuff because I don't want you to...to find someone else and leave the pack."

"You know you can just ask me out right?" You mumble and he flushes. "You don't have to cockblock me all the damn time if you just want to go out with me."

Shawn pushes off the desk and stands in front of you, cheeks red and you can't help but feel a sense of pride knowing you caused it. You made the big scary alpha blush and say please and sorry. Such power you weild in this moment. "You won't say no?"

"Why would I, Shawn? Not sure if you've noticed but I really like you too."

"Oh." He rubs his neck. "You do?"

"Yeah, you're a little hard to read so I didn't know you liked me back. I've been trying to get a date for weeks and I haven't been able to because you've been keeping everyone away."

He smiles sheepishly. "Oops?"

"I guess I've been looking for a date in all the wrong places."

"Yeah." He bumps your fingers with his and you let him curl his around yours. "You really like me? You're not just saying that?"

"Yes I really do like you. It's like this pull that I have whenever you're around. Even when you irritate me and boss me around a bit on runs, I still just want you."

Shawn grins, his prominent fang teeth showing and you take a deep breath. "I thought it was just me. I feel that too, the pull to be closer to you."

"Maybe we should stop fighting it?"

"Definitely."

You wrap your arms around him and he squeezes you tight, falling over onto your bed. "Great, now I'm really gonna stink like you."

"Mmm, gonna taste like me too." He says and brushes his lip against your lips, sending your pulse through the roof. "Can I?"

"Yes."

With that he presses a kiss to your lips and you automatically open up to let him in. It's all it takes to seal the deal for you. You don't care if you smell like him, taste like him, or hear nothing again but his voice. You're sold, signed and sealed on this deal. You’re definitely mated.

End

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Thank you for reading :) Please reblog if you enjoyed. - A

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[nyancatkuroo]

Smoke Sesh Blues Pt.1

Pt.1 Terushima/Kunimi/Kenma x Reader ll Weed 

Pt.2 Saeko x Reader ll Molly + Alcohol 

INTOXICATED a  Miki Mouse Whorehouse collab.    

A/N: Here is my second collab fic for the whorehouse and I couldn’t be more excited! This is a Dark Content fic, so 18+ please dot not interact or you will be blocked.  (This one doesn’t have any NSFW in it but it doesn’t mean I want a bunch of minors interacting with my content).

TW: mentions of alcohol, weed smoking, mentions of shrooms.

WC: 1.5k

Sitting across the room was the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen, well, beautiful might not be the best word to describe her.  Ethereal, and transcendent might’ve been the words you’d use to describe a really, really attractive woman, but Tanaka Saeko was not just any attractive woman.  

Where beautiful meets savagely charismatic, ethereal simply wasn’t enough to describe the sheer magnetism that the young blond woman exuded, simply sitting there, grinning from ear to ear.  Her sharp, dark eyes and toothy grin hit you straight in the guts, and that’s when you fell, hard and fast, and painfully.  

Next to the blonde was a young woman equally as attractive as Saeko herself, and if Saeko wasn’t the definition of ethereal, the raven-haired girl sure was.  With a pale and delicate face that screamed of poise and grace, a criminally sexy mole on the left side of her chin, and blue eyes that made a chill of pleasure run down your spine, Shimizu Kiyoko was the epitome of everything you weren’t.  

Saeko had her right arm around the younger girl, hugging her close, as if afraid she’d run off.  “I’d take precautions too, if that was me,” you thought.  Kiyoko was one of the smartest and prettiest girls in campus after all, and despite not knowing her personally, having talked to her only once or twice because of mutual classes, it wasn’t hard to understand why she was one of the most sought after girls. 

Well, that and the very amusing reputation preceding her since she entered university two years ago.  The thing was, the dark-haired girl wasn’t Saeko’s girlfriend, but she was definitely intertwined with a Tanaka. Saeko’s younger brother to be exact, Tanaka Ryuunosuke.  

The two were rumored to have been going out since Kiyoko’s high school graduation.  Despite having let it be known pretty early on in her academic life that she had a boyfriend, with a younger partner still in high school, all the hungry frat boys up for a challenge and every business major in a radius mile who thought she “deserved better”, apparently made it their mission to woo her.  It made for pretty good entertaining drama to watch, but your heart went out for her. 

Based on what Saeko told you, keeping you updated on the family drama, the first year was really rough on the young couple.  With her younger brother finally on campus this year, though, overcoming all the annoying dudes was easier done a job at two.  Especially with a barking protective idiot and Kiyoko’s punching one-liners, which you wouldn’t expect coming from someone so calm and collected.  Perhaps it wasn’t that surprising, apparently, from what you’d heard from Saeko, Kiyoko’s comedic timing was unmatched.

And okay, you obviously knew Saeko, and if Kiyoko wasn’t her girlfriend, what was the big fuss all about?  Jealousy, simple as that. It was 10 pm on a Friday night, which meant parties around campus were raging from one hard to get in-club to home parties and make-shift park dancefloors. Fridays were made for debauchery and every single student who didn’t work a night shift was accounted for, every student except one, Ryu.  

Saeko’s younger brother, a baldy with a lively personality, was running late because of his group of friends.  Something about “Noya wrecking havoc once again” and “the trio trying to fix things, again”.  You didn’t know what the issue was but it was a problem for you because that meant that Saeko had to act as guard dog for the younger girl, which meant less time spent making you feel all sorts of sinful little pleasures.  

Saeko wasn’t your girlfriend either, which is why you didn’t have that close connection to Kiyoko.   You guys were simply friends with benefits, lots and lots of benefits that included midday brunches, and late-night movie and make-out seshs, but still, only friends with the hall pass.  

You were making eyes at the blond, desperately trying to make her notice you, amongst the hordes of horny 20-somethings year old guys trying to get at Kiyoko, but without luck. Tired of waiting and wanting to actually start enjoying yourself, you decided to go explore the rest of the house the party you currently were in was hosted. Leaving the living room, you ventured into a surprisingly big kitchen where you spotted Terushima Yuuji running his little side hustle. With a hum and an easy smile plastered on your face, you made your way towards the young man.  

You knew Terushima from years ago. When you and your friend Issei started venturing into the wondrous world of drugs and alcohol, he mentioned how he knew this guy from a rival volleyball team who was supposedly the best plug in the area, which Terushima was.  The shrooms you bought off of him never disappointed and the weed he provided really was that good fucking kush. Tonight though, you felt needy and wanted to let loose, so molly it was.  

You put your hand on Terushima’s shoulder, making him aware of your presence, and he turned around, a slight frown on his face before he recognized you and greeted you with the sickest bro shoulder-bump-hand combo. You loved this dude so damn much. 

“So, what’s it gonna be this time my little pogchamp?”

With a grimace you pushed the young man’s face with your hand and laughed.

“You’ve got to stop watching your Tiktoks on Instagram, you’re like two months late to that trend my guy.”

“Ain’t no problem, when a king does right by his subjects the peasants don’t have a choice but to laugh along”, he grinned.

At that, you bursted out laughing, holding your belly because of how ridiculously funny that statement was. “Out of pocket, Teru, out of fucking pocket.”

With a whatever, and a roll of his eyes, Terushima asked what you wanted and gave you a few little pills that fit just right inside your jean pocket.  

“You know you’re the best.” Sending finger guns his way, you were about to leave, on a quest to find another interesting adventure, when Terushima called your name.

“Hey if you wait a couple minutes until I’m done here we can go smoke a few. Kunimi just bought this new bong and it’s pretty fucking sick, you’ll love it.”

With nothing better to do, you agreed and after a while, Terushima was done and the both of you left the kitchen and made your way to the second-floor, towards Kunimi’s room. When you arrived, the door to the room was closed but you could see the smoke filtering out of the red lit room, the people around too busy in their own affairs, or simply not caring enough, to notice the very obvious hot-box going on behind the closed room.  

When you got in, Doja Cat’s Kiss Me More was playing on loop, and you unsurprisingly found Kunimi and Kenma sharing the bong. The pair could outsmoke you any day, but you genuinely enjoyed their company.  

There was no one better than those two to have a chill yet feel-good smoke sesh with, cuddles and an infinite supply of munchies present every time. You sat next to Kenma and he immefiatley started nuzzling you, passing you the bong.  On the back, you could hear Kunimi telling Terushima he was being too loud and that he’d kick him out if his voice reached higher levels than Toad’s. Terushima was right, paired with the right weed, this bong was way too powerful and it only took you a couple of hits to start feeling.  

You laid down, Kenma still close to you, and started singing along, while playing with Kenma’s hair.  Yeah, this was definitely your definition of a good time, but despite how good you were feeling, and how warm the little guy you were cuddling with felt, you thought something was missing.  The pills in your pocket started feeling heavier, unease growing  inside of you.  Lost in your worry, you apparently started petting Kenma too roughly, if the kick in the knee he gave you was anything to go by.

“Sorry”, you mumbled, only to receive a small groan for an answer.  

You don’t know how long you stayed like that, cozied up on the floor with your friends, listening to Doja’s newest collab, but the moment was disturbed when a foreign source of light appeared.  Someone had opened the door and when you saw who it was, your heart nearly skipped a beat.  Fucking feelings.

With a gentle smile on her face, Saeko was looking at you with what, for a split second, you thought was fondness, but a moment later her eyes went back to their usual playful glee, and her toothy grin returned.  

“Ryu got here like an hour ago, I’ve been looking for you, but I see you don’t really need me to have a good time, hm?”

By that point, you felt more sleepy than high, but seeing the woman occupying your every thoughts appear out of nowhere, with what looked like heavenly light all around her, which was just some crusty hallway lighting, woke you up faster than you cared to admit. You kissed Kenma on the cheek, patted Kunimi on the head, and slapped Terushima on the shoulder as a goodbye, and before they could complain about the disturbance, you were out of the door.

[neproxrezi]

Are you participating in the proposed dbd boycott to get them to do a game health update?

yeah, i wasn't sure at first caus "dont play the video game for a brief period" isn't going to work but "this company has put all its eggs in one basket and they are frankly quite neglectful of said basket, everyone stop buying anything ingame for 3 months" has me interested

more than 'fix the bugs' or anything else like that what i want to see out of the game is them being less god damn stingy with cosmetics (you should not have to pay $10 for ONE FUCKING COSMETIC) and addressing the grind. holy shit the grind in this game is so rough and it could be fixed fairly simply (i'm in favour of removing perk tiers, to cut a long post short)

hold on im gonna complain about dbd under a cut caus itll get long, i love this game so much but oh boy it has issues

it's been said a million times already but dbd's grind made more sense when there were like 4 or 5 characters per side, there are now over 20 and each new one introduces 3 perks to each side

I want to write about the grind in this game for a moment. There are 95 survivor perks in DBD. Every perk has three tiers. Some of them are great, and many are kind of pointless. Realistically, I'd bet you're only going to see about 15 of those perks in action in most of your games. However, if you unlock a perk to be taught to other survivors (which I tend to do even if I don't particularly want it, out of a mix of completionism and a 'may as well get it out of the way' kind of thing), you can't get rid of it. It's in your bloodwebs forever. 95 perks. 285 perk tiers. Let's talk about how long that takes to claim.

You buy a new character in the next chapter. You have every teachable perk unlocked. The new chapter really excited you, and you want to claim every perk on the new character (who I am going to name... Doug), so you saved a lot of bloodpoints in advance. In fact, you played for days and days and saved the cap, which is a million bloodpoints. You buy Doug, after much excited testing him out in the PTB. You spend all million points on Doug. Doug is now about level 35 to 40, out of 50. Hm. Well, time to keep playing. The bloodwebs kind of gave you a bunch of crap stuff on Doug, and you don't feel like running Power Struggle, Ace in the Hole, Babysitter and Breakdown, so you can't play Doug yet. You go play someone else.

Solo queuing as survivor is a mixed bag, and your games range from getting 10,000 bloodpoints (pretty rough game where everyone got wiped) to 27,000 (a great match, maybe with a bloodpoint offering). You save enough to get Doug to level 50. In the later levels, you start being able to get two perks a level instead of one. Let's say from level 1 to 50, you collect a total of 65 perks, because I don't remember exactly when it starts offering 2 per level. Okay, there are 220 perk levels left. Because of the game's propensity for giving you the same perk over and over to get you lots of perks at level 2 out of 3, of those 65 perk tiers you've probably got something like 20 to 25 actual perks. You're missing like, 70. Best case scenario, the ones you picked up include a lot of what you want. Most likely, you've got like half a good build and some gimmicky crap to slot in alongside it. Worst case scenario, which has happened to me plenty of times, you have like maybe one good perk and a pile of gimmicky crap. So. How long is it going to take you to get what you want?

There are 220 perk levels to go. After level 50, the webs are all the same size. It costs about 50,000 points to level up, and you get two perk levels per bloodweb. That's going to be 110 webs to get everything for Doug. Which is 5.5 million bloodpoints. Oh no. How many points were you earning per game again?

If you play with friends, you're probably going to do better. I find this to be true even if me and my friends are playing without voice comms or anything, because I just sort of know these people a bit better. I know my friend who mains Lisa Garland is a hook-diving bastard, so I don't need to go rescue anyone. Ace, god bless him, makes batshit altruistic plays, so I certainly don't need to go protect my teammates when he's out there doing things like this. I think I'm just going to sit on generators in the distance, think about our final gen spread, and try get us out of here. I'd say if I'm playing well, and accounting for offerings and WGLF stacks, with friends I average 30,000 a match and by myself I average 20,000. Playing killer I average more like 60,000, but playing killer is a bit stressful sometimes and I'm very indecisive about actually queuing up for it, so I probably actually get bp faster as survivor. I'm going to call the average per match across everything 25,000, because for every good game there are plenty where you underperform, or things just go drastically wrong. To earn 5.5 million points like that, you're going to have to play 220 matches. A game, including queue times and whatnot, can take ten to twenty minutes. That's... that's going to take a while. And that's ONE CHARACTER.

Now, on the survivor side you only really need to do this once. They're all just reskins of the same gameplay loop. On the killer side, you need to re-earn those perks for every new character you want to try out, because they're all different. Miiiiillions and millions of points. Hundreds of games. I have no problem with the game having a grind, but at this point it's absolute insanity.

In my opinion, removing perk tiers would cut the grind down to a reasonable level. There'd still be a grind, which I'm completely comfortable with existing, but it wouldn't be excruciatingly long, and you wouldn't have to spend as long dealing with bad perks.

HOWEVER, on top of that is the fact that they just. Holy shit the game updates slowly. I don't want to blame them for that in a way of like "these developers are incompetent and lazy", I really do love DBD to bits and I'm sure they do work very hard on it. That said, its update cycle is really slow. Reeaally slow. I wish they either had a bigger team, made balance updates faster (a handful of perk adjustments once every six weeks is... very very slow) or something to just try make the changes faster. Even when things do change it always feels so anxious and tentative, I wish they'd experiment more often. The time they disabled bloodlust to see what happened was really cool!

Yeah in short I just hope the grind gets addressed more than anything else, caus that's the part I actually think there's a relatively straightforward solution to. Also, I never got to play the older events where you could do shit like earn cosmetics, but they sounded way fucking cooler than the new ones. The halloween one last year was absolute shit, it's weird that their special events would get worse over time rather than better.

Buuut I agree with Scott Jund that the Resident Evil chapter was bad news for DBD's long term health because the one thing that would really give BHVR a kick up the ass is competition, and every time they land an amazing licensed chapter they become harder to compete with. They have an absolute monopoly on asymmetrical horror, and I honestly think the game would be in a better state right now if they had some competition >:[

[seriouslyblacklikemysoul]

Like her - Bucky Barnes [IV]

Hey guys! Part four and honestly, it’s gonna get a bit messy.. next chapter is going to be a key-point. Again, if you want to be tagged or drop by and give me an idea about this series, please do let me know!  Word Count~2k. MASTERLIST Part I | Part II | Part III

      Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be. But she had no excuse to continue down that path – she was looking at the break of dawn. Sleep had been avoiding her but it wasn’t sleep’s fault – she was too tired for that. She had been waiting for the day her heart would be free and light as a feather - she was fooling herself.             She was doing that thing again, where she started pushing people away. Where she was showing them a glimpse into who she was and why she was the way she was. She was scared they would turn their backs on her. She was scared that when she would need them the most they wouldn’t be there. She was falling so hard and so fast and she knew how it was going to end, she was going to hit the pavement because everyone who had ever promised to catch her, had left. So, she did the only thing she knew how to and that happened to be how to push people away. She became distant, didn’t answer as much as she used to, she hoped he would get the message and leave, so she wouldn’t have to worry about hurting him.                She felt so broken and was slowly trying to pick up the pieces. She was actually more worried about dragging them down with her than the other way around. She was no hero – they had their share in that department. She closed her eyes just for a few seconds and exhaled a long overdue breath. Another day, another try.                    She had been roaming the house like a ghost. She knew that they were awake – or taking turns, to keep an eye and an ear on her, but she couldn’t care less. The strong smell of the coffee filled her lungs and she welcomed the familiarity of the simplicity. Diving into the cup of freshly pressed and brewed coffee, she almost forgot the situation she had put herself into.              “You didn’t sleep all night” a hoarse voice remarked. She smiled inside the cup and without turning to check who it was, she answered.              “Neither did you”. He was impressed by her confident after the last time they had talked. He had pushed her and he acknowledged that – but she erupted like a volcano.                She moved slightly to the left, so he could make his cup of coffee, but didn’t left the spot – it had a wonderful view of the sea and the horizon. Her eyes never left the image outside, but his traveled along her face, studying her through brief glances. Once he realized what he was doing, he focused immensely on the coffee, trying to ignore her soft vanilla scent.              “Why is every tree covered with… mattresses?” she asked perplexed. For a second there, he was lost in the way words flowed, without actually listening to her. He cleared his throat, obnoxiously loud and took a sip of his coffee before replying.          “Sam was practicing with the shield” he informed her casually. Her eyebrows shot to the heavens and a smile made its way to her lips.            “It’s not a Frisbee. Poor trees” she commented with ease. She was sarcastic but in a way that made him want to come up with more lines, just to listen to her comebacks. No, no, no. No.                                  The silence, this time was not as awkward as it was before. Granted, it had only been a day, but she didn’t do what she usually did in a day. He didn’t trust her still, not fully. And she didn’t trust them, not fully. They had to go slow, to get to know one another, to be able to trust that when they found Zemo, no one was betraying the other.              “Could I possibly have my phone back?” she asked after a while. He simply replied with a nope. She inhaled sharply and tried again.                “I have to check my emails, James. And my computer is not connecting to any wi-fi here, so… could I possibly have my phone back?” she restated her question, leaving him little to no room for a negative answer. He put his mug down, and turned to her with his eyebrow arched.             “I’ll supervise” he stated. He wouldn’t badge about it and she knew. It was the best offer she was going to get. She locked her eyes with his. Such a clear gray-ish blue, she could see her reflection.              “Fine” she accepted and he got the phone out of his damn pocket, leaving her with an open mouth in disbelief. To think that she could have kicked him and get it herself. He handed to her and went right next to her, eyes on the screen at all times. She opened her data and her phone was catching up on all of the notifications she had missed. A single cough was enough for her to dismiss them all. At last, she opened up her email app to check if she had received any kind of update to her application, secretly wishing not to.                    When she saw the single email, she had been craving her entire life, which was basically an acceptance letter from her favorite University to perform her research, she felt as if the universe was playing her on purpose. Bucky re ad the email and was more than shocked that she was such a highly valued academic researcher. And then he looked at her, crushed. He thought she would be thrilled about that – but all he saw was sadness and disappointment. She closed the data, dismissed the applications and handed it back to him, without even looking at him.                    Grabbing her cup, she refilled it, in silence and went to sit on the couch. He was about to say something when it hit him. It was everything she wanted and she had actually achieved it – only for it to be taken away by the situation. She was having her dreams crushed once again and he couldn’t do anything. Maybe, he could say something nice. Maybe he didn’t have to be brooding all the time.                    He walked up to her, waiting for her to acknowledge him, not wanting to invade her privacy. But she didn’t and he was curious. He sat down next to her; her whole body was facing the other way. She was making it even more difficult than it already was.              “Soon, you won’t even remember this and you will be conduction your research” he tried to smooth things over but when she turned to face him, his entire face fell. He wasn’t used to that much honesty. Tears were on the verge of spilling and she looked dead.              “No. I never was lucky, that’s why I was strategic. But this time… I am the target of a cruel joke. It’s fine. Everything is fine” she concluded, closing her eyes for several seconds, to recollect herself. She would just not think about it. He had nothing to say to that; he felt bad for her, for the first time since he had been introduced to her, he truly felt bad.            Maybe it was seconds, maybe it was minutes or hours, until Sam joined them. Silence was her go-to place; however, her mind hadn’t shut up about anything. A million scenarios had already been processed by her intuition and her logic. Why did Zemo want her? Why was he sending her Bucky’s personal stuff from before? Why hadn’t he delivered? Who was she?                Before Sam could open his mouth, she had already planned their next few moves. She had to be organized and plan everything out; even when things didn’t go as planned, she had already explored that possibility and that was why she never ran out of plans.              “I’ll call him. Make him believe that I will deliver you to him. Set up a meeting. We’ll stage everything. Even if he doesn’t believe me, we’ll sent proof. He’ll bite. After all, he is still looking for revenge. And what better way to start your evil plot, than taking down two of the people who put you in a cell?” she mapped out their strategic positions. She had a very scary mind, they thought. It felt that it came to her as easy as breathing. But then again, who were they to judge?                   “Good morning to you too” Sam mocked her but in reality, he was pretty convinced by her plan. She didn’t even listen to him and neither did Bucky. They had been having this little dance of letting go and pulling back. Their limits were testing each other. Could he trust her not to actually deliver them to him? He would never admit it but he was afraid of what it might happen if those god-damn words were spoken again. In theory, he was no longer affected by them – but what if? As if she had read his thoughts, she slowly nodded, leaving Sam even more confused.                          “We’ll use that too. Lead him on, just to get him where we want” she assured him but he still was reluctant. How was it possible that she had already planned that too?                  “What if they work?” he voiced his fear out loud for the first time in a very long time and Sam quickly caught on, but didn’t interfere. He wanted to see the dynamics between them.            “I won’t let him” she said with a fierce tone he hadn’t heard before. It was a combination of Steve’s certainty during a pep talk and the aggressiveness of Tony when he thought he was right. Maybe, he could trust her. Sam saw through his inhibitions and understood that he wanted to trust her more than he had let on. With a smirk on his face, he tapped on Bucky’s shoulder to make his presence known again, because it felt as if they had no idea, he was standing there all this time.                    “Okay, we’re going with that plan” he admitted and reassured both of them. He was not entirely sure about her intentions as well, but the look she was giving to Bucky told him a lot more than what he needed to know. She looked at him like she didn’t expect him to trust her that much and she felt grateful because for once in her life she was being taken into account before being sent out like a monster.                      “I will get us an untraceable number and we can begin. It might take some time though” he continued. Well, that was better than nothing, she thought. As he was walking away, he did mention something that could potentially turn out worse than she would have expected.            “Three things. I am out for my run. We are going shopping later on. Until we get to Zemo, you train” he counted before she could protest about a single thing, he was already out of the house. She left Bucky on the couch as she walked upstairs, not bothering to look twice. He had no words to describe how shitty his day was and it hadn’t even ended yet.    

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[hitsuhinahappiness]

Sooo… everyone’s going through some shit, right?

Yeah. Same.

Heyoooo so I know like over a year ago I promised to release a story I’ve been working on. Once again, life got in the way and I’ve been through job after job, mental health crisis after crisis, but I just decided to glance at the story progress now, and it’s currently FOURTEEN PAGES LONG. So. Maybe it’s a good thing I’ve waited this long, because, as we all know, THE BLEACH ANIME IS COMING BACK!!! HOPEFULLY this year, but y’all should keep me updated because I get so lost on Twitter and can’t follow accounts on there for shit, so, as a little teaser, here’s a little sneak peek of my story, I’ve poured years of experience writing with these two wonderful characters into a lot of pages, and I hope I can do this wonderful pair justice, who has, along with the entire Bleach franchise as a whole, most definitely saved me in my darkest times. Chapter 1 to come. Maybe tomorrow? Hopefully. Without further ado, here is a lil snippet.

I’m sure that’s what you’d tell me right about now.

“Lighten up, Toshiro.”

The things I’d do to hear your voice again… and yet, how am I supposed to face you? I’ve let you down. I wasn’t strong enough to protect you. How can I tell her that her idol and mentor has left for good? And that he is now our sworn enemy?

He walked out of the meeting hall to see Rangiku waiting for him, her back against the wall and her arms crossed over her chest. She looked up when she heard the doors open and her eyes glistened.

“Oh, Captaaaain~What took you so looong~” She sang, skipping towards him.

“Matsumoto,” He started, striding up to her.

“I need your help with something... “ He looked around and spoke to her quietly.

“Are you willing to break some rules?” He asked. Rangiku froze, narrowing her eyes at him. Her captain raised an eyebrow back at her.

“... Well?” He badgered when she didn’t answer.

“You? Break the rules?” Her serious expression couldn’t have held up another five seconds before she started to break down in hysterical laughter. Toshiro rolled his eyes.

“You--AHAHAHAHAHAH, y-you--want me… to help YOU--” Before she could finish and incriminate the both of them, he slapped his hand over her mouth. She stopped laughing.

“Come on. Not here.” He said frigidly, flash-stepping out of sight.

Rangiku sighed.

“This damn boy..”

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“What is it that you need, Captain Hitsugaya?” Head Captain Yamamoto asks, realizing everyone has evacuated the hall, save for the small, white-haired officer.

Toshiro takes a full breath before meeting the head captain’s gaze.

“Sir, I…” He starts but trails off, not quite knowing how to approach the situation he’s gotten himself in. Nevertheless, he straightens, clears his throat, and continues.

“I need to see Lieutenant Hinamori.”

“That will not be possible.” Genryusai replies without missing a beat.

“But, sir-!” Hitsugaya takes a step forward, his fist now balled in front of him.

“She isn’t well, and I know I can help her, and I just need to know that she’s alright-!”

“Captain Hitsugaya.” His superior’s stern voice bellows, and Toshiro knows then his efforts and words were futile. He was wasting his breath, and his time.

“I am confident that with more rest, Lieutenant Hinamori will return to her senses. We must leave her in the care of Squad 12 until she remembers that her duties as a soul reaper come before any bond that she has formed to another court guard officer, or, ex-court guard officer in this case. Her sedation is for her own good. She may be much too hysterical for any visitors.”

As Yamamoto speaks, Toshiro resists the urge to correct him with every fiber of his being, to tell him that, actually, no, she will not just “remember” that Aizen is a traitor, that, on the contrary, she needs someone to explain to her just what in the fuck is going on around her, that she needs someone to hold her and console her and tell her it’s okay to be upset after she had this harsh news broken to her. He didn’t want to disturb the poor girl just to upset her, but he knew, deep down, he could feel that the best thing for her was to be with him at that moment. Instead of voicing all these concerns, Hitsugaya simply responds with a blank,

“Yes sir, I understand.” Without another word, the captain bows to his captain general, then turns around and walks out the door.

Yes, it’s true, I understand, but I will not accept this. I must find a way… a way to wake her up…!

[kay-kaylen]

Genshin Rant

Okay so, I’ve been into Genshin for quite some time. I’m not a seasoned player who’s been around since the Latern Rite (I am furious that I missed that honestly) but I’m doing pretty well for myself. 

But oh man. A few months ago, I joined an unofficial Genshin group and let me tell you, this is something I’ve got to get out of my system because I had such a huge argument with some of the members there that I just left the group because oh my God. I couldn’t take it. It’s probably a controversial topic, and I might get hate for what I say, but if you decide to shit on my words without providing legitimate evidence and being able to have a civil discussion and debate with me, then I’m just blocking you because I don’t need that here.

A lot of complaints about Genshin Impact mainly stem from the Gacha/Wish system, which is a system in which you roll for different weapons and characters. To roll, you need Fates, and you get Fates through Primogems. You can get Primogems by just doing stuff in the game, but it’s slow-going sometimes. If you want to, you can purchase Primogems with real life money.

The BIGGEST complaints I’ve ever seen from Genshin ALWAYS comes from this Wish system and the things that were said during that argument in the group was so ridiculous, I literally can’t.

First off, a lot of people say Mihoyo are scammers, and to be fair, sometimes they’re kind of wonky. Like the Serenitea Pot and Sanctifying Essence which is supposed to give more artifact exp buuut it doesn’t give a lot. That part needs to be worked on, of that I agree. But the wishes?? No. As far as I see it, it’s fair game. In fact, the chances to get a 5* character are NO LOWER than any other gacha game I’ve experienced. I’ve done my maths. Any higher and you’d pretty much always be getting them, which isn’t fair to the makers of the game and defeats the point of a gacha. This is especially true because we’re constantly GETTING new characters. The more characters, the more chances for that 0.6% chance to land on them, and it’s literally just a matter of time. The ONLY reason you’d complain is because you’re salty you didn’t get the character you wanted despite paying. You think that just because you paid them money, Mihoyo would serve the character for you on a silver platter. But they don’t. It’s ALL based on luck and chance, and they GIVE you chances on Banners. And you can ALWAYS try again. There will never NOT be a time where you can’t try. Mihoyo does NOT control what characters you get. You wanna know how I know? Because I rolled once with no fucking expectation and got ZHONGLI of all characters. A 5*. They are NOT trying to screw you over, I am HAPPY with the characters I’ve got. It literally doesn’t matter to me whether I get a 4* or a 5* or just weapons, I am still GETTING stuff.

And yeah, I don’t mind if you wanna keep rolling to get a character or weapon you REALLY want, there is literally nothing wrong with that. But I HATE it when people get salty and take it out on the creators. One of the points the people in the group tried to make is that the game’s teaching kids how to gamble. It. Is. A. Gacha. Game. It is made EXPLICITLY clear that there are in-game purchases that are OPTIONAL. You have to AGREE to the terms and conditions before you play the game. And why is Genshin being treated as this unholy demon? You know how many MORE Gacha games are out there with just as much gambling potential? Cause there’s a lot. But UNLIKE some Gacha games I know of, when they say optional, they MEAN optional. You can play the entire game and build a GOD level team without paying a single damn penny, and Mihoyo doesn’t even shove the gacha wishing system in your face. You literally don’t even get told about its existence when you play and go about the story, you have to FIND where that wishing thing is. The game does NOTHING to tempt you to rolling apart from showcasing their new characters, WHICH THEY DO ANYWAY IN THE STORY ITSELF. If anything, things like character trailers are just lore for the characters to make them interesting and build them for us storylovers.

But the whole point of this whole thing is that Mihoyo does NOTHING that requires you to pay a penny. Literally nothing. They make it clear that it’s on you to pay real life money, and you should KNOW about how Gachas, or even just rolling for chances is like, because it’s basically a capsule machine. YOU are the one rolling, and YOU are the one who CHOSE to fork over your own money. YOU are the one who chose not to stop ‘gambling’. The game does ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to make you pay genuine money. YOU are the one who made that decision, so YOU deal with the results you got. You know damn well that you’re likely not getting what you want, so stop whining about it.

But just to take a step back, even IF you disregard all these points and just look at the 0.6% chance and say: “Man, that’s low odds.” It HAS to be that way, because Mihoyo NEEDS that money. Yes, I know damn well they have millions of dollars, I did my research, but that is NOT ENOUGH MONEY. People don’t realize just how BIG and AMBITIOUS of a game Genshin Impact is. It isn’t just costly to make, it’s costly to MAINTAIN. It’s not a final released game, they’re still a work-in-progress and that brings LOADS of complications with it, especially since it’s blown up so much and they’ve got MILLIONS of users playing all the time. And just because they’re a Chinese company or WHATEVER excuse you have to bring to the table, doesn’t mean they have any easier of a time.

I know this. Because I have a fucking friend who works in game programming and development. She took one look at Genshin Impact and told me this was a game that makes Final Fantasy and Detroit: Become Human, or whatever huge fucking ass games over the years, look like a JOKE in terms of expenses. 

Mihoyo is CONSTANTLY updating their game, fixing bugs, implementing new things like small events or just fun stuff for players to goof around with, but NONE of these things are easy. THAT’S why they have new characters, THAT’S why they’re constantly doing events, they NEED people’s support to the game and their attention CAN’T wane. It’s pure BUSINESS. They’re not being selfish, that is literally just how it works.

And here’s another thing. Genshin doesn’t have ANY other money spending things EXCEPT for the wishes. They don’t make you pay for Resin, or make you pay to progress the story. No. ALL their income from the game, comes from the Wishing. Where YOU GUYS make that choice to fork over your money.

One of the things people in that group jeered about is Genshin’s shit security, and yes, that is problem that needs serious fixing. The thing is, they’re ALREADY hard at work trying to fix it. You think it’s a walk in the park to stop account hackers? FUCK NO. It needs cooperation from the users AND the company. The company needs to make better firewalls and security measures, and the users need to take precautionary measures to make sure they DON’T get their accounts stolen. It doesn’t matter how high or tough your walls are if you’re the one who just opens the gate yourself. And by all means, they are improving in that aspect, people just don’t announce it to the world. And oh yeah, they DO need money to improve their security. It is NOT free to develop bigger shields.

I had people in that group tell me the game was sooo slow in their development and there was no point in investing money in it, and to that I say. Let me just put this into perspective, okay? Let’s just rundown a list of things that need to be implemented when making a new region. Just one.

*inhales*

The terrain, environment, treasure locations, puzzles, local materials, local recipes, main city, sub towns, npcs, npc dialogues, shops, unique enemies, regional bosses, unique drops, regional characters, books, region lore and history, statues of the seven locations, teleporter locations, domain locations, oculi locations, story quests, world quests, sigils, and the list REALLY does go on.

AND THIS IS FOR ONE REGION.

THERE ARE SEVEN REGIONS IN THE GAME.

MEANING THEY HAVE TO REPEAT THIS PROCESS, FIVE FUCKING TIMES. (Since we already have Liyue and Mondstadt.)

Do. You. UNDERSTAND. HOW MUCH WORK. GOES INTO THIS FUCKING GAME.

MILLIONS OF DOLLARS?? HARDLY A HALF OF WHAT THEY NEED TO KEEP THEIR WORKERS GOING.

AND THEY’RE STILL VERY ACTIVE IN THE COMMUNITY.

So yeah. Genshin only draws money from the Gacha system they have, other income sources come from Mihoyo’s other games. They don’t force you to pay, at all. That decision is all on you. They need lots of money for the game, and still squeeze in time in their development to come up with little tidbit stuff for us to enjoy. They’re doing well, but they need improvements, but they won’t improve without the community’s support and understanding.

[chimtaesty]

Dark Creatures | part 1

pairing: OT7 x reader | 1,5k words

warning: gore, angst, swearing

plot: leading the biggest mafia group there is, is a job for a woman. So is living through things no one should witness. After keeping those secrets to stay alive it’s time to bring justice upon the ones who deserved it.

a/n: hi there! I’m finally back after a big writingblock. I’ve been thinking and thinking about what I would like to write and to be honest, I’ve been hit with so much sexism nowadays that I thought that this account needed some feminism content. So here is the starter to a two or three parter story. If you like my work, please let me know in the comments or like my works! Thank you a lot for your support and encouragements. I’ll be taking time to write new stuff and update u more frequently now :) - love ellie

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Loud grunts wake you from your nap. A knock on your office door let’s you sigh “Miss Y/N, there is someone here to see-“Open the fucking door” a low voice interrupted the poor bodyguard. You know who this voice belongs to, Kwon Mark. The son of a bitch who owed you a shit ton of money and snitched you out to the government a year ago.

“Let him in” you shout as you get up to get a glass of water. The door opens with a creek and a grumbling man enters. You text the rest of your team to immediately arrive in your office since you might need someone who stops you from ripping this bastard apart. “Sit down” you demand and he huffs with his eyes rolling in disrespect.

The connection you share with the seven of them is something special. You were the one to save their lives and change them to the people they are now. They owed you their lifes as much as you owed them yours.

Namjoon and Yoongi are the first to arrive. “Everything alright, Y/N?” Namjoon asks as you take a seat on your desk. Was everything fine? No, nothing was fine.

This bitch here owed you so much money that killing him wouldn’t be efficient at all. But letting him live came with a damn headache, he is associated with Joon-Hyuk and you didn’t like that connection. After Jimin, Jungkook, Hoseok. Jin and Taehyung arrived as well, Mark took it as the start for a conversation.

“Now that the men are here the secretary can leave and someone can tell me who the boss among you boys is” Your eyes widen in anger. The last thing you needed right now was a sexist man barging into your home. Men don’t fit the position of power.

With two steps towards the disgrace of a man you punch him square in the face. He jumps up trying to get a hold of you as you once again give him a punch to the throat.

“For starters, I’m not a fucking secretary you motherfucker. I’m the fucking boss, I’m their boss. So if you want to talk to the boss, you’ll have to talk to me, you piece of shit.” He gasps for air as you push him up onto the couch. Jungkook chuckles as you kick Mark’s shin in frustration.

“I’m gonna make things very clear for you, okay” he nods his head in a frightened manner as his wide eyes stare at you “You owe me a lot of money and I don’t like being called a secretary so here’s the deal. You get me my money by friday and I won’t chop your dick off” a gasp of air leaves his mouth

“My-y d-dick?” He whispers with tears in his eyes. “Yes, your fucking cock, Mark. So it’s really your choice, my money or your dick” he nods. With a shove you let Jin get him outside.

You turn around to sit yourself down at your desk. Jimin reaches out for the gin bottle and gives it to you, you take a sip and let your head fall back. “His dick, huh?” Hoseok laughs. “That’s something new, I haven’t done that yet” you chuckle.

“I can’t believe he didn’t know who you were,” Jin states as he re-enters the room. “Me neither, do I look like a fucking secretary?” Yoongi laughs as he takes the bottle from your hands “You? With that look? You look like you slash throats for a living not type emails for a rich bastard” you are satisfied with that answer.

“Alright boys, we need to meet Choi Joon-Hyuk in half an hour. Let’s see what this whack job has for us” you stand up just to be followed by the boys. The car outside is ready to take you to the location. “Jungkook, please enlighten us with the basics of Joon-Hyuk” he nods and starts to explain

“Joon-Hyuk, the right hand of Kim Lucas. He’s meeting us, technically Y/N but she insisted on having us all at the gathering, to discuss weapon and drug exchanges. Joon-Hyuk is an excellent sniper and very well trained in hand to hand combat. He has been working for Kim for about ten years now, so we know his loyalty lies one hundred percent with his boss” that’s what people like to believe, in all honesty, he’s a twisted motherfucker.

“What did you do?” The room was quiet. The only sound which could be heard was the sound of blood dripping to the floor. He was hunched over a little girl. She was whimpering, silently pleading for help as he raped her. You couldn’t breathe. At least ten more bodies were splattered over the white tiles.

Without thinking you grabbed the broken off leg of the ruined chair next to you and with all the strength you had in you, you struck it over his head. He fell over with a loud thud and you could see the only one alive. Her hair was wet with blood. Her skin cut and bruised and her pants ripped apart. You took the girl into your arms as carefully as possible and kissed her forehead. “No one will ever hurt you again, I’ll make sure of it. You’re save now” she was barely ten years old.

You nod and with the end of the explanation you all leave the car at the location Choi wanted you to meet him.

The door is opened by two packed men. You follow the waitress to a closed room where the man of the hour waited for you. “Ah, Y/N. How beautiful you look” he tries to pull you in for a kiss on the cheek but Jimin is faster to pull you away from him “Watch it” he threatens him and he backs off with a chuckle.

Your eyes narrow at the table in front of you. There is one chair on your side, but you are eight people. “What the hell is that?” You curse at Joon-Hyuk. “Now, now. No need for language. Take a seat, I’m sure your guard dogs can endure standing for a while” your face changes from confusion to anger.

“If there is one thing I hate more than men who think I’m a secretary are men who call my boys guard dogs. These men are the most loyal and skilled men you can find and they belong to me, If you like it or not. For the love of god, treat them with respect and get them chairs or I’m not sitting down”

Joon-Hyuk sighs and signals his men to arrange some chairs. “They are coming right up so please sit down” you take a seat and you start to discuss business over the very delicious dinner. “So what do you say to the offer?” You look at the man and think for a moment. “The offer is shit and you know it” his eyebrows fasten up and he is about to say something “We are not selling your stuff for this price let alone are you getting in our area on your own” Taehyung says as he takes a sip of the very sweet wine.

“And what would you prefer?” He asks carefully. He knows not to mess up. Lucas needs his stuff to be sold in our area and he has to accept our offer even if he doesn’t want to because having someone else’s stuff here would be unacceptable for him. “We thought about 30/70 for starters. If your stuff sells we can talk about changing things up” Jin smirks at Joon-Hyuk, he knows damn well that he has to accept. “But isn’t that a bit cruel?” You laugh “I could give Lee Ji-Won a quick call if you fancy that” he grunts in frustration. “Alright, I’ll mail you the contract.” You chuckle and eat one last bite of the steak. “Good, let’s go boys”

Joon-Hyuk is fast to stand up „Why are you leaving us this early? Not to mention that I actually invited only you, I would like to spend some alone time with you, Y/N. Catch up on the last years“ you close your eyes in frustration. Hoseok sighs and grabs your arm „Absolutely not.“ you signal him to simply  just wait a minute. You push yourself through your boys to the other side of the table

„Let me tell you something, Joon-Hyuk. Men like you don’t attract me. You’ve been serving Lucas like a little rat.  treating this man like god in hopes that the guilt you feel because of what you did to those kids might diminish. But the truth is that what you did is in no way ever forgivable and Lucas is just as much a piece of shit as you. You’re a disgusting cockroach, a nasty little leach. And if you don’t stop acting like he shouldn’t have decapitated you then I’ll change my mind and put your penis in a blender. Do we understand each other?”

He was about to say something. „And don’t talk back to me, I’m not your mother“

You grabbed Namjoon’s and Jungkook‘s hand and left the restaurant. In the car Jimin carefully started, testing te waters “Y/N, what exactly did he do?” You closed your eyes for a second to recall the tragedy.

“We were supposed to work together..”

[jupitermelichios]

(disclaimer for anyone who’s struggling with time rn: it’s not wednesday, i just forgot I was going to do this this week, and since it’s a snow day in lockdown time is doubly meaningless, so I figured why not do it today)

Fic: let me take you by the hand (and drag you through the streets of london) - BtVS x Hellblazer crossover

There’s a little welcome committee waiting on the sidewalk for them when Spike and Giles pull in outside the Magic Box in the stolen car; Anya, Xander and Dawn huddled outside like they’re waiting for alms.

“They’re doing something… weird,” Anya says, like that word has any meaning at all coming from her. “We ran away.”

“We made a strategic retreat,” Xander corrects. “Because magic is creepy and it smells gross.”

“How gross?” Giles asks immediately.

“It’ll air out,” Anya says dismissively. “I wouldn’t let them do anything that would impact sales.”

“Okay, well. Good.”

“Anyway, you’re one to talk. Is that cigarettes I smell?” Xander asks. “You boys been sneaking off to smoke behind the bleachers?”

“It was behind the bike shed, in my day,” Giles says, unruffled.

Everyone turns to look at him, so Spike shrugs. “They still thought it was medicinal in my day.”

“Wow. You’re so oooold,” Dawn says, wrinkling her nose.

“I’m dead, Bit. And I didn’t actually smoke when I was alive.” His mother couldn’t abide the smell, said it brought on her trouble. Darla had been the one to teach him - she’d smoked like a chimney all the years he’d known her. Cigarillos, cigarettes in a holder once they became the fashion, and even a pipe occasionally. She’d had a long-stemmed clay pipe, the one thing from her human life she’d kept, and on rainy evenings when it was just the four of them sitting around by the fire pretending to be a real family she’d lie on the settee in her chemise and drawers and smoke, while Dru or Angel brushed out her hair for her and Spike read aloud the most amusing obituaries and murders from the paper.

“Wait, you didn’t smoke. You.”

Spike shrugs. There’s a lot about his human life he prefers not to think about, but it’s not like his lifestyle was exactly unusual back then, at least not among respectable middle-class families. “I was pretty straight-edge. Didn’t smoke, didn’t drink to excess, never even considered trying opium or hashish. It didn’t last.”

“Clearly.”

They stand around in awkward silence for a bit. Spike rolls another cigarette, to give himself something to do, and then rolls one for Giles as well just to draw it out. Giles takes it without comment, letting Spike light it for him before taking a deep drag, holding the smoke in his lungs for long enough that he coughs a little when he finally exhales.

“Don’t get any ideas,” he says, pointing at Dawn with his fag. “Smoking isn’t cool.”

Dawn, bless her sarcastic little teenage heart, rolls her eyes. “I know. Anyway I get that lecture enough from Spike, I don’t need it from you as well.”

The others turn to stare at him. Spike shrugs. “I’m not getting any deader, but I’m not having her give herself lung cancer.”

“Well I for one am glad Dawn isn’t dying of cancer,” Anya says brightly, like the absolute lunatic she is.

“Me too,” a rough voice says behind them, and they turn to see John, Buffy, and the witches coming out of the shop. John gives Spike a smile that makes something long forgotten shiver through his chest. It’s been a while since anyone looked at him like he was their equal, no animosity or fear or even irritation in his expression. “Tara’s done a tidy bit of spellwork, the blood will keep as long as you need it to.”

“We’ll pick up some more on our way out of town,” Spike says. “It’s on our way.”

“I guess this is it then,” Willow says. She’s still pale, doesn’t sound quite her normal self, but that’s better than he would have expected given what she’s been through. “This is weird. I kind of thought we were going to be stuck with you forever.”

“I’m going to miss you so much,” Dawn says, flinging her arms around him in a tight hug.

Two hugs in one day.

“I’ll miss you too. But I’ve got your number, and I’ll call you, as soon as I’ve got a phone, okay?”

She nods against his chest, her hair making a soft noise against the leather of his coat, and then lets him go. “I’m okay.”

Tara wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her close at once. No one had asked her and Willow to be parents, but they’ve done a pretty good job, all things considered.

“Well, I’m not going to miss you,” Xander says. “In case you were wondering.”

“If I ever get this damn chip out you’re first on my list,” Spike tells him, and then, mostly just to be a dick, pulls Anya into a hug.

“X’ttrk,” he says, one of three words of Ashma’har he’s picked up over the years. It only means goodbye but Xander doesn’t know that and Spike can see it’s absolutely killing him, which is all he wanted. “Keep being you.”

“I don’t see how I could be anyone else,” Anya says, and because she’s Anya she means exactly that. “You should… also continue to be you.”

“That’s the plan.”

He’s not going to risk hugging the witches, even though he would if it were only Tara here. He offers her a hand to shake instead, and she takes it solemnly. “Look after yourself.”

“You too.”

He doesn’t try to touch Willow - it wouldn’t be welcomed. He sticks the hand not holding his cigarette in the pocket of his coat, and says, “Look after them. All of them.”

“I do my best.”

He doesn’t get involved in relationship drama that doesn’t involve him if he can help it (getting weekly updates from Dawn on the Chad - Emma J - Emma C love triangle doesn’t count since he’s only hearing about it forth hand) but he’s seen some fucked up relationships in his time, and he’s not stupid. He knows there’s something going on between the witches, and the fact that they’ve been all lovey dovey again the last couple of weeks isn’t enough to make him think they’ve actually fixed anything. “Look after Tara.”

Wide eyes, and Willow looks at John before she looks at Tara. Maybe he’s being a pessimist and it’s just that John cussed her out for it as well, but he doesn’t think so. Which is a damn shame, because they’re bloody cute together when everything’s working like it’s supposed to.

She juts her chin out pugnaciously and says, “I always do.”

So that’s not getting fixed any time soon.

Still, it’s not his problem. They’re adults, technically. It’s up to them to figure out what they’re fucking up.

Which just leaves Buffy, the one goodbye he’s been dreading. “Slayer...”

She cuts him off. “We’ve said everything that needs to be said. Don’t do anything to make me need to hunt you down.”

“No promises, pet. You know that.” For a moment they just stare at one another, but Spike forces himself to be the one to turn away first this time. He wishes that didn’t feel like a metaphor. “Alright, let’s roll.”

“You’re driving,” John says, sliding into the passenger seat. “On account of I never learned.”

Spike slings his bags into the back seat before he gets into the driver’s seat. The one that holds the blood feels cool to the touch, like it’s just been taken out of the fridge, and tingles like magic. “You never learned to drive?!”

John shrugs. “I’m a queer londoner. Plus my best mate’s a cabbie. He’ll generally take me where I need to go when I’m in town.”

“Yeah but this is America.”

“I hitch-hike.”

“Dangerous.”

“For them more than me.”

Spike snorts and twists the screwdriver they’re using for a key. The engine purrs to life under his hands. It’s going to be a bitch to keep it in fuel, but he already knows he’s going to like driving it. Good call, Ripper. “So what exactly are you contributing to this trip?”

“Charm.”

“Lucky me.”

Dawn waves as they pull away, and when he glances in the mirror at them, still standing there, he sees Anya is too.

He doesn’t look back again.

[therealjordan23]

hi jordan i love your abandoned fanfrication it is soo good can you plzz update the chapters they are soo interesting to read i love it and can you make a short story about louna like they were making out but they were caught by there friends plzz:-)^_^😜

Thank you, anon. Abandoned was my first ever fic, Updates will be slow, because OTLTA is my first priority, so don’t expect chapters anytime soon :) Sure, anon. I was going to use this as a bit in OTLTA, but it got scrapped at the last moment. I guess I could add it here :)

ooo

Lena grabbed a slice of pizza, stuffing it into her mouth, hoping the food would help calm down her racing heart.

If anyone had told 18 year old Lena De Spell that she would see Louie Duck in a romantic light, she would’ve laughed in their faces. He was her best friend, he understood her, comforted her in times of distress, and he seemed to be the only one who could genuinely make her laugh. Besides, he was her friend and nothing more… right?

Nope. Not anymore. As they watched a movie alone in the TV Room, she could barely pay attention to the film, her mind opting to ogle at the boy in front of her.

About 7 years had passed when they had first met one another, and boy, did a lot of change happen within those years. He was about a head taller than her, and he had filled out: his head didn’t seem so huge for his lean body, he had toned arms from all the adventuring with Scrooge, which Lena was pretty sure Louie didn’t even realize. He had some scruff growing on either side of his face, but not too much facial hair where it made him look like his Uncle Scrooge. Just enough to make him look cute… okay, maybe kind of hot. He kept the same attire of a simple green hoodie and jeans, and on his forearm, he had a tattoo of a dragon, the same one from his first encounter with Scrooge. He had let his hair grow out, but kept the sides short.

Lena groaned, and Louie glanced at her. 

“You okay, Lena?” Louie asked, concerned. 

Lena felt her face heat up when his dark eyes cascaded over her like a veil. 

“H-hm… no… I mean y-yeah?” Lena cursed when it came out sounding like a question. “I-I’m okay, Greenie!” she almost shouted.

Louie was obviously taken aback. “O-oh… alright then.”

Little did she know that he was checking her out as well: over the years, Lena had ditched the teal T-shirt and bland and oversized grey sweater, and was usually found wearing a black long sleeved shirt, with jeans that hugged her figure. Her hair was still in its messy undercut, dyed pink at the tips, which Louie loved. Her body had filled out as well: Louie knew it was wrong to look at her like that, but Lena’s stunning physique was making it quite difficult. Her personality hadn’t changed much, which Louie appreciated, she was still the same, rebellious girl she’d always been. 

It had taken months to get the entire family out of the house: Louie had convinced Scrooge to take his family and the Sabrewing family on a week-long expedition, so he could finally be alone with the girl of his dreams. They weren't due back for another few hours, and Louie savoured every moment of it. He was usually never able to spend time alone with her without his family's constant interruptions. 

Louie glanced at the TV. Launchpad recommended them an old Darkwing Duck movie, and they were now at the scene right past the first run in with Quackerjack, and Morgana is grabbing the first aid kit for Darkwing. Louie scooted closer to Lena so that she could lay her head on her shoulder. He smiled, and glanced down at her, reveling in the moment. When he looked back at the screen, the Morgana and Darkwing love scene was playing and Louie bit his lip anxiously, as if he knew what was about to come.

"Louie?" Lena asked softly, almost reluctantly.

"Hmm?"  was his soft reply.

"How… how do you feel about me?" 

He heard the vulnerability behind the question. "Lena, I-I…" He paused, and took a deep breath. "I love you."

Her head shot up, her eyes were wide as saucers. "Y-you love me?" she stuttered.

Louie sighed. "Lena, I don't care if you don't feel the same way. I just wanna be—" he was cut off by Lena slamming her lips against his.

They were kissing. Or rather, she was kissing him, because he was so shocked into submission that he'd gone stiff and still as she tried coaxing him into participating with her. Louie was still stunned, and she pulled away a scant inch from his mouth to whisper, her voice huskier then he'd ever heard from her. 

"Come on, Louie. I know you can do better than that. We both do." she smirked.

Louie finally shook out of his stupor, and grinned, quickly straddling her. He nipped at her lips, and she felt the short sting transform into molten heat that travelled through her body all the way to the centre of her core.

She didn't know what came over her, she didn't know what caused the sudden kiss. Maybe it was the tone of his voice, or the way he made her feel. But one the words 'I love you,' escaped Louie's mouth, she decided what she wanted.

And she didn't regret it one bit.

She felt all his male heat and solid muscle pressing into her just right, even through the clothes between them. Maybe it was just the suffocating sexual tension between them all night, but, when he leaned in again, she shut everything out and just... felt.

And before she could even stop to think about it, she was full-on making out with her best friend.

And it was fantastic. Louie Duck was a way better kisser than she expected, and for the first time, she let herself indulge in him as he pressed her fully against the couch. She fell back, feeling the flex of muscle as she pressed her palms to his chest. Lena enjoyed the pressure of his body on hers as he thrust his tongue in her mouth, wiping away most of Lena's rational thoughts from her mind, his hot breath filling her. Her legs subconsciously began spreading as she writhed against him, giving Louie better access to her body. Lena found herself making a hungry noise in her throat as she felt the large bump through his jeans, poking her between her legs, and it got even worse when she kneaded fingers into his hair, pulling just a little bit. He growled into her throat, making her feel it all the way down to her toes.

She felt... whoa. She felt hot and buzzed and tingly and... really, very horny. Feeling the desperate urge to climb him, and get as close as humanly possible… and satisfy this ache growing in her body. God, she could really get used to this… 

"This could be me… this could be me tonight." Lena murmured in a daze, gripping his shoulders.

"Yeah?" he slurred. "Really?"

"Yes," she whispered.

Louie's hand traveled up to her shirt, sliding underneath the fabric, his cold fingertips sending shivers up Lena's spine.

"Don't stop," she whimpered when she felt his hand start to slide away.

"I'm just getting started," Louie growled.

"Really? Looks like you're in the middle of it to me," said a teasing voice.

Oh God. Oh no…

"Heyo!" Webby's voice rang.

The lights were turned on, breaking the passionate spell Louie and Lena had been under. Louie hastily slid his hand out from under her shirt.

"Damn Lena, I didn’t think I'd ever live to see this! You and Louie?" Dewey laughed.

Lena smoothed her shirt over her stomach, her cheeks burning as she looked at the ground, anywhere but at her friends: Huey and Dewey were grinning ear to ear, Webby was giggling, and Violet had an amused look on her face. Lena blushed heavily. Louie looked like a bucket of cold water had been poured on him.

"What's the matter bro? Don't be stopping on account of us!" Huey laughed.

"Shut up, dude," Louie muttered, pulling Lena behind him.

"I'm sure this is the reason why they wanted some alone time." Violet smirked.

Louie growled.

Huey laughed. "Testy, testy. Violet just wanted to know if Lena needed a ride home or not. Clearly, it seems like she doesn't, since little miss dark and dirty was probably going to spend the night in Louie's bed."

Louie heard enough. He ushered his friends out the door, but Dewey felt the need to add one more thing.

"Good luck, Louie. And remember, no glove, no love!" he called, pulling a giggling Webby behind him.

Louie frowned in frustration and looked at Lena.

"It's okay," she said, grabbing his arm gently.

"It's really not," he said grumpily. 

Lena giggled, and tugged him in for another kiss. She felt his irritation start to fade the longer they drew out the lip-lock, and soon she could tell the interruption was behind him… 

And when Duckworth found them the next morning, he was sure to lay out some blankets, and lock the door, trying his best not to smirk. 

[thevodkadidthis]

VLOG Update.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Youtuber!Reader  Warnings: light amount of cursing, other than that-- NONE. This is just a fic about domestic stuff with Evans.  Word Count: 1.8K  Summary: Viewers wants to know about how you do your make-up as well as the cosmetic products that you use/recommend, but you’ve thought about spicing things up by letting your boyfriend Chris do your make-up. Everything’s going to be fine… right? Note: Okay ya girl really made a fic about make-up despite NOT KNOWING anything about it, dumb bitch alert. Anyway, hope you like this bit. Requests are open!!!

“If I mess it up, don’t blame me, alright?” Chris uttered defensively since he already know what you were up to because you informed him beforehand with a text message. He just came home from a short walk with Dodger and he also grabbed you a coffee on his way home.

You giggled, “Relax, I think you’ll do well. You always stare at me when I apply make-up, so..” you replied to him, “Take it easy, it’s just make-up. It’s not like I’m going to meet your parents afterwards.” You tried to calm him down but he just laughed it off.

He stared at the make-up products that are laying on top of kitchen counter where you plan to shoot your vlog, “Wow, that’s a lot of stuff.” He exhaled, as if he was holding his breath the whole time. You laughed at him and caressed his cheek, “Wait, you’re allowed to tell me where it is for, right? This isn’t like one of those challenges where I guess the product and just apply it anywhere.” He asked.

You gave him a peck on the cheek, you appreciate how Chris supports you in what you do, he was always there for you along the journey of being a Youtuber. You also appreciate how he plugs your new video upload on his Twitter account, even though he wasn’t there in the clip itself. “All I’m saying is the name of the make-up, that’s all. You’ll have to figure out where it is for, and like, how much you need to apply.”

“Alright, I’m down.” He agreed, as he reach for the concealer and inspected it. You headed to where the camera is and clicked on the button to start recording.

“Ready?” you asked him and he nodded with a smile on his face.

“Heywhat’supeveryoneit’smeagain, your girl, Y/N.” you started right off the bat with your usual introduction which always made Chris giggle, “Today, I’m here with Chris Evans and we’re going to do a make-up vlog today.”

You motioned to him and he looked at the camera to wave, “Hello, I don’t know why she introduced me like that, she can just simply call me her boyfriend or whatever.” You playfully smacked his arm right after he said that, which made the both of you laugh, “Also, I’m being held as a hostage—send help.” He continued and you only shook your head sideways as you chuckle. Vlogs with Chris will never be serious since he will always try to crack some jokes.

“So a lot of you kept on asking about my make-up, like the products I use and what I would recommend. Honestly,” you glanced at the products laid on the counter, “I think I use the usual products, like the really common stuff. But let’s get started!”

You sat down on the bar stool and Chris mirrored your movement, grabbing a chair for his own as well. You are now facing each other, Chris couldn’t wipe away the smirk from his face, “I honestly don’t know what I’m doing right now, how do I even start this shit?” he kept on laughing to himself.

“I usually apply a primer first but since I will be washing the make-up off right after, I’ll just skip to foundation. Right there, babe.” You pointed at the small bottle of foundation, he picked it up and showed it to the camera/audience expertly, copying the ones that he usually sees on make-up videos.

“That’s a lot of brush, babe. Can I just use my hands?” he asked and you shook your head, you pointed at the beauty sponge that’s sitting beside the brushes, “Use that.”

“Okay, this is very liquid-y. Is this like a forehead make-up, or specific on the cheeks—oh wait, you use this on your whole face. Got it.” He started talking to himself by that point and you were close to questioning if this is a great idea for a video, but you trusted him anyways. You closed your eyes when his hand started to approach your face, you felt the gentle touch of the sponge as well as the cold liquid foundation. He covered all of your face with it so you started to relax and thought that maybe he really knows what to do now.

However, when you opened your eyes and stared at your appearance on the camera, your eyes literally grew wide in shock. The foundation was the same shade as your skin tone but it was applied unevenly, some spots on your face has a heavier amount of foundation while the rest are light. “Babe!” you exclaimed right after having a full inspection.

“What? You look good, don’t worry I got this.” His words were definitely laced with confidence now, far from his fearful look earlier, thinking he could mess it up and you’ll get mad. “Okay, how about this, what if,” he places the sponge and the bottle of foundation on the table and faced you, “what if you close your eyes for the whole time while I apply your make-up? Judge it right after.” He suggested.

Your mouth fell open and you stared at the camera, looking dumbfounded, “Wow, this vlog really took a turn.” You could only say.

He laughed at that, a full belly laugh, the ones where his eyes are closed shut and his mouth were wide open, “What? That could work. Come on, close your eyes.”

You did close your eyes, then you started hearing him picking up some products from the counter.

“This one’s a small make-up, like it has small rectangles. See that?” he muttered, your eyes were still shut but you could imagine him talking to the camera, trying to give a review or opinion on your make-up. “So I’m guessing this is for the eyes, like an eye make-up. And for that,” he stayed quiet for a second, “it needs a small brush. I still don’t know if this is right but it’s okay, Y/N will judge afterwards.”

You felt a brush lightly touching your eyelids and you could only pray silently about the color he picked for your eyes. “Wow, lookin’ good!” he praised, you don’t know whether it was you who looks good, or his skills.

“This is a huge circle for a make-up, so I’m guessing this goes on the cheeks…. right?”

“Since it’s for the cheeks, this needs a huge, huge brush.”

He continued talking to himself, and you could only scrunch your nose when the large brush touched your nostrils. You felt ticklish but he still continued, he did say it was only for the cheeks but then he also tapped on your forehead and on the bridge of your nose.

“I think that’s it? Yeah, I had it all covered, right?” he started talking again as you heard a palette being placed back on the counter.

You heard him sigh, feeling his breath on the top of your head as you felt him near you. “I think I did a good job! She’ll love this look, I swear. And for the lipstick..” his trail went off again so you only imagined him looking at the lip products that you own.

“Y/N looks good every damn time with this lipstick, so I guess this is what I’ll be using.” He said and you immediately know that it was the lipstick that he loves. “Open your mouth, babe.” He instructed and then your mouth parted, with the way the lipstick was stroking on your lips says that he doesn’t really know how to apply lipstick, you let him finish his work anyway.

“God, I can’t wait to kiss you after filming this. You look really good with this stuff, I’m amazed.” You only smirked on his comment, thinking of showering his face with kisses since you’re wearing the lipstick that he likes the most.

“All done!” he announced, and you were really scared to open your eyes, to see your appearance on the camera.

“Babe.” He was laughing.

You opened your eyes and slowly turned your head to where the camera was, checking your face and the make-up that Chris did. “Jesus Christ.”

Chris started to laugh really loud at your reaction. You didn’t know if you should laugh it off or cry in the corner. Your eyelids were violet, the way it was applied is that it reached right beneath your eyebrows. Your blush, contour and highlight is a mixture of dark pink and dark brown that was topped off with glitters. It covered your whole cheeks which made you look like someone picked up a fight with you and managed to punch you both on the cheeks.

“Chris! What have you done!” there was a shock and mixed emotions in your voice but Chris only laughed even more at it.

“Babe, that’s art! It’s a masterpiece. My masterpiece.” He kept on praising himself as he continues to laugh, as tears slowly form on the side of his eyes, his face were all red now and he tried to wipe his eyes.

“It looked like someone punched me right on the face!” you exclaimed and moved away from the camera, attempting to throw the bar stool on him.

“Oh, my god. You’re right!” he laughed even harder at your annoyed expression, making it look like you really had a fist fight.

You faced the camera again, “Okay, as you can see already. This is the result of Chris’ masterpiece.” You emphasized on the masterpiece by quoting mid-air with your index and middle finger.

“That would be all for 50$, miss.” Chris told you when he stood by your side to properly end the video.

You gave him a disgusted look which only made him smirk, “That’s the end of the video, make sure to like and subscribe to my channel, guys!” you made a thumbs up hand sign and Chris did the same thing.

“For the next video, I’ll do a make-up vlog again but this time, I’m doing Chris’ make-up, along with acrylics and even a bonnet, and also hoop earrings. Like the ones in Twitter.” You tried to joke but then Chris turned his head immediately to you but your gaze remained on the camera.

“What?”

“What?” you mimicked him, “Alright! That’s all for today, thank you for watching I’m going to shave my boyfriend’s head now I swear to God.”

You approached the camera again and pressed on the stop button, and then you got right back on the counter to tidy things up and clean your brushes and the sponge. Chris was only staring at you as he stands on the door, crossed arms.

You gave him a look, “What?”

“Babe..” he called out, looking like he’s trying to stop himself from laughing since he just recovered from the last one. “… who hurt you?” that was when he snapped and started laughing all over again.

“CHRISTOPHER I SWEAR YOU’LL SLEEP ON THE COUCH TONIGHT.” You shouted at him but it did nothing on him, as he kept laughing even more.

[a-crepusculo]

A Simple Picture

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! I’ve been reading LOTS of Ethan x MC fanfic, and decided I would like to ‘try’ to make one, too! I haven’t actually written anything in the past 7 to 8 years, so this fic is probably not going to be good lmao. Nonetheless, you all have inspired me so much, so please do feel free to read and give me any feedback! I would love to hear and share my thoughts with everyone. Enjoy!

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Marchia Bisognin)

Face Claim: Elizabeth Lail for F!MC picture on Pictagram.

Warnings: A bit of angst and sadness, I guess?

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Marchia has just gotten off her night shift. She reached her apartment, took a long shower, and changed into her favorite pajamas. She was certainly tired, but somehow not drowsy enough to sleep. Hence, Marchia decided to scroll through her photo albums, hoping something would interest her or make her fall asleep. 

After scrolling for awhile, she found a photo that Ethan took after their dinner with the Governor. She recalled being tipsy that night, although she tried her best to maintain her composure.

“Come on, let me take a picture with you!” Marchia pleaded, hoping Ethan would give in to her. Standing in front of one of Boston’s best restaurants, Marchia hoped that she could grab a quick picture with Ethan to freeze this memory.

“No.” he mumbled, trying his best to reject Marchia’s wish to take a photo with him. It’s not that Ethan does not want to take a photo with her, it’s just that the current circumstances were.... complicated. Harper was already waiting for them to regroup at Ethan’s car and he did not want to raise any additional suspicion, given that a ‘certain’ rumor has spread regarding their personal relationship in Edenbrook.

“Ugh, fine..” she pouted her lips, unable to contain her disappointment. She wanted to take a picture with him just because she promised herself to take more pictures on her second year in Edenbrook. That way, she would be able to look back and cherish those good memories, especially those that are connected with Ethan. “Just take a picture of me then, will you?” Marchia hands out her phone to him.

Ethan grabbed her phone, taking it from her soft hands. Her touch lingers, always leaving Ethan wanting more.

Marchia took a couple steps back, preparing herself to strike a pose. She then noticed that Ethan was staring her, looking like he was utterly drawn into her.

Her outfit was undeniably revealing that night, but that was not the only reason Ethan looked her straight into her eyes. He wanted her, more than anything. Ethan tried his best to ignore and run away from those feelings. However, his feelings always come crashing down whenever she pops up.

Noticing Ethan’s longing gaze, Marchia looked at him with concern. “Uh.. Ethan? Are you okay?”

Ethan’s eyes flicked up and changed direction, redirecting himself to Marchia’s phone. “Erm. Right. Sorry.” his face blushed, clearly understanding the consequences of his actions.

“You look lovely, by the way.” he said whilst holding up her phone, trying to distract her from his previous actions, only to realize that he might have blurted out his feelings towards her and embarrass himself even more.

Your eyes meet for a long moment, neither of you able to make up any words.

“So.. that means I look ugly on any other day, huh?” Marchia smiled, attempting her best to mess with Ethan. She knew Ethan well enough to predict his next reaction.

“No, Marchia, I mean—“ as he interrupted, he accidentally snapped a photo of Marchia smirking and fixing her hair.

She giggled, “It’s okay, Ethan. I know you.”

Their eyes connected again. For a second, it felt like like there’s no one there. No one to bother them. No one judging their relationship and how they felt towards one another.

“It’s getting late, maybe we should just head back?” Marchia turned away from Ethan to look at the parking lot, hoping Harper did not see them giggling and goofing around on their own.

Ethan returned her phone, touching her fingers once more. This time, Marchia didn’t let go of his hand. She felt tired of running away from her feelings, hoping that Ethan would feel the same. “I missed you.” she whispered unexpectedly.

“I... feel the same.” A somber look falls on Ethan’s face. He gently stroked the back of her hands, letting the moment to last.

“Hm, shall we?” Marchia smiled again. This time, she took his arm and smiled through the pain. A sharp pain that always hits her every time she realizes that she’s not with him, that she doesn’t belong with him.

Looking at the picture, Marchia did not realize that Ethan actually managed to take a decent photo of her. Huh, she thought to herself.

Maybe she wanted his attention. She knows that Ethan is using Pictagram now. She even successfully persuaded him to install the mobile app, so that he could log in anytime he wants on his phone. Furthermore, Ethan would know that this photo was taken by him, right?

Maybe he would like the picture?, she thought. Not that it matters, I guess.

Without any hesitation, she posted the photo on Pictagram. Aaaaand... posted.

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Ding!

His phone vibrates. It was 12:30 AM and he was curious as to what notification has popped up on his phone.

[@marchia_bisognin has posted a photo]

Why did I agree to install this damn app? Ethan scoffed.

Nevertheless, curiosity overtook him. Deep inside, he knew that letting Marchia install Pictagram to his phone was a terrible idea. Still, he could not resist the temptation to look at Marchia’s photo anytime he wants. He could not resist her, no matter how hard he tries.

With a little sigh, he succumbed to his desire and opens up his Pictagram account.

When he saw the picture, he instantly chuckled. He realizes that the picture was actually taken by him.

Looking at the photo, once again, he found himself lost in her eyes. Her soft and warm energy radiates everywhere, even when he’s only looking at a picture of her. She looked beautiful in that picture. Hell, he thinks that she looks beautiful in any occasion.

If he remembered correctly, Marchia explained that ‘liking’ a person’s photo would basically mean that he or she ‘agrees’ with the photo. Although that doesn’t entirely make sense to Ethan, after a minute of staring and gazing into her photo, he chose to ‘like’ her recent photo.

...Did I let her slip away?, he thought to himself as he locked his mobile phone. Ethan did not want to lose her, but he always believed that he doesn’t deserve her. Feeling like this, it felt like a punishment, torturing his very existence.

He lets out a weary sigh, feeling defeated.

Ethan opened his phone again and looked at Marchia’s recent picture. Maybe one day, he smiled, a little hope gleaming in his heart as he remembers her.

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Edit/Update: Hey everyone! I don’t know why, but some of the writing style are kinda messed up if you read it on Tumblr’s mobile app. Nonetheless, hopefully y’all can still read the story with clarity. Will try to fix this soon!

[plaidamoosette]

Call Me By My Name

RK900 x Reader

Part I | Part II | Part III

A/N: So, thank you for bearing with me on things. Life is... ugh. Any way I was driving home when I thought of this and I just wanted to get it out before it I lost it. Thank you for reading! Remember, feedback is always accepted!

Summary: You are an ecstatic new detective in the Detroit Police Department. It has been three years since the Android revolution, and now that they are a freed people, they are making decisions for themselves and their careers. One of these Androids is now your partner. The newest RK model, the RK900. He’s cold, distant, calculating... and oddly alluring. And with your first case on the line, you have to learn how to cope with a partner that holds you at arm’s length while fulfilling a desire that has been burning in your belly since you were a child. Revenge.

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–– October 7, 2041 ––

Stepping through the automatic doors, you take in a deep breath, basking in the glow of the moment. Swiveling your head to drink in the view around you, you examine the people milling about in the lobby.

Residents with complaints to file, police officers dragging in a thug here and there, detectives, city councilmen, lawyers... all illuminated in the golden morning glow.

The floor was polished perfectly, creating only a slightly blurred mirror image of the people as they crossed the surface. 

Finally, you follow the foot traffic to the front desk, fidgeting within your cozy jacket.

The android at the front desk smiles at you, her LED blinking yellow as she looks at you. A real name-tag was pinned to her blouse, and she was wearing normal clothes. The only way to identify her as an Android, was the LED, swirling around on her temple.

“Welcome to the Detroit Central Police Station. How may I help you?” Her perfect teeth glint in the bright orange light that filters through the windows, the rising sun almost setting the room ablaze.

“Yes, um, my name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and I’m looking for Captain Fowler. I’m a new detective?” Why did you say that as a question? You clench your sweaty hands, tucking them into the pockets of your coat.

“Of course miss. He’s expecting you. He’s through the gates, down the hall, and straight through the precinct. His office is in the back, through the large glass doors.” She gestures with her hands, arm sweeping out to guide you in the right direction.

“Thank you,” you return her smile, following her orders.

It has been three years since the revolution of the androids, and things were finally smoothing over. It was October, you’d finally graduated from Wayne State University, and after months of ceaselessly sending your resume to the Captain... he finally responded.

With great anticipation, you walk up the small set of stairs before cracking open the door.

“Captain Fowler, sir, you were expecting me, my name is-” you couldn’t finish as he interrupts you with a hand suspended in the air.

“Believe me kid, I remember who you are. Sit down, I have a lot to cover with you,” the large man scowls, gesturing to the seat in front of his desk. You comply quickly,  removing your jacket and scarf and draping it over the back of your chair before sitting down.

“I have a few more papers for you to sign. Here’s your badge, keep it on you at all times. And this-” he slides a card over to you, “is the ticket for you to take to inventory where you will receive your weapon and other necessities.”

You nod your head, eyes quickly skimming over the papers, searching for any statements that would stand out as a red flag to you. You scribble your signature over the lines, nodding your head as he laid out the rules and regulations, referring multiple times to the Faculty Handbook, before tucking all of the paperwork back into the manilla folder, marked with your name. After thirty minutes, the papers are back on Fowlers desk.

He smacks a hand over the file, retrieving it from you, before rising.

“Now, I’ve got a lot of paperwork to catch up on,” he pulls the door of his office open, poking his large head out. “Anderson! Get in here, I need you for a moment.”

You were silent for a few breaths. You knew exactly who was headed your way. The man who inspired you to pursue this path, who reminded you to stay strong and fight on... Lieutenant Hank Anderson.

The aged man slowly strides into the office, a sour expression on his face. You could see he was biting his tongue from making some remark to the Captain. Probably since there was a guest in the office as well-- you.

“Yes, Captain?” Hank rests into his standing position, resting right next to you. Fowler walks back around to his desk, taking a seat.

“Lieutenant, this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). She’s the newest detective. Top of her class in the academy, and valedictorian. She also has a bachelors degree in criminal justice and a minor in psychology, and graduated from Wayne State University-- again top of her class... she has a very impressive resume,” Fowler reads over the paper you had faxed to him. There was a stack about an inch thick... all of which were your resume. “So impressive she felt the need to send it over and over again, almost every damn day since she graduated. She fought for this job, Anderson, and as Lieutenant, it’s your job to train her and get her situated with a partner.

“Wait, is she my new partner? What about Connor?” Hank speaks up, his gruff voice sounding slightly distressed. He takes a step towards the desk.

“Now don’t get riled up-- he’s still your partner, she is just going to be shadowing you for the week. She needs to be familiar with the precinct, her duties, her coworkers, and our process.” Fowler defends, his hands rising.

“Unless you have any more questions, then you’re dismissed.”

A heavy breath leaves Hank’s chest, before finally looking down at you. He jerks his head to the left, hands stuffing themselves in his pockets.

“C’mon kid,” he mutters, opening the door and holding it as you quickly gather your things, before following him out the door.

“Wow... c-can I just say that... I am absolutely, and totally honored to meet you- I grew up reading about you in the news and stuff, and I was inspired when you became the youngest Lieutenant in Detroit, and I just wanted to say that I look up to you, and you are an amazing detective, and I can only hope to be as good as you, you’re the reason I found a passion to become a police detective, so thank you-” you couldn’t stop the rambling flow of words spilling from your mouth, but Hank held up a hand.

“I’m gonna just stop you right there kid. Thanks,” Hank coughs, looking down, his cheeks almost appearing pink. “I’m honored, really. So thanks. Nice to meet you.”

He reaches out and you shake his hand eagerly. He chuckles when you release, casually wiping his hands on his jeans.

“Just breath, okay? No need to be nervous. I’ll show you to your desk, and then I’ll give you a tour.” Hank grins, his smile reaching into his heavy gray beard. Your face heats up, and you nod, wiping off your sweaty palms, following him down the rows of desks and detectives.

It took about an hour for Hank to show you around the entirety of the Detroit Central Police Station. You brain felt stretched and exhausted from taking in so much new information, but you were too excited to care.

Everyone seemed very nice, and you were glad to see that the Station had a good handful of Androids in the mix-- free androids, working according to their own desires.

“I see you’ve got some new meat, Anderson,” a voice pops up behind you, and you jump slightly, both you and Hank turning around.

“Oh, it’s you.” Hank grumbles, before looking at the wall. “(Y/N) this is Gavin Reed. Gavin, (Y/N).”

You wondered why Hank sounded so disgusted with Gavin’s name. He seemed nice enough, although he donned what seemed like a permanent mischievous smirk, and a scar across his nose.

“Nice to meet you,” Reed steps forward, swallowing his hand in your own. He then stepped just a little close, leaning towards you, invading your personal space. “I’m sure I’ll get to know you pretty well, eventually.”

“Alright, back off Reed,” Hank’s arm shoots own, pushing the man back, his other hand resting on your shoulder. “We’re not through with her tour, and I’ve got work to do.”

Gavin glares at Hank before taking a second to wink at you, shrugging his shoulders and straightening his jacket, and then walking off towards the break room.

“Gavin is the Station’s designated asshole. Don’t let him get to you. If he becomes too much of a problem, let me know and I’ll make sure to take care of it.” Hank looks down at you, and then jerks his head. “Let’s go get your gun now. Then I’ll show you how to work the terminal.”

So far, the most intimidating thing about the day was working on your terminal. It was a newly updated system, and it took about an hour for you to get the hang of it, but Hank was very helpful in assisting you through the whole process.

But now, your account was filed, and all of your information was in the data base. Now, all you had to do was get to work.

“So... where do I start?” You peer up at the man, and he grins.

“Paperwork. Welcome to the DPD, kid. You’ll be writing reports for the next month,” Hank pats you on the shoulder in sympathy. “There’s a folder in your terminal, it’ll have instructions and a list of your daily tasks. Sorry sweetheart, it won’t last long. You’re fresh meat is all, so Fowler will push all of the boring stuff to you.”

A sigh escapes your lips and you nod solemnly, gazing back down at the computer. “I understand. Thank you, Lieutenant Anderson.”

“Just Hank is fine,” he tips his head to you, before crossing the walkway to his desk, which was only a few spots away from your own.

Gritting your teeth, you find your folder, and quickly scan through it, picking the smallest file to begin a report over it.

–– November 4, 2041 –– As the week passed, you eventually found a rhythm at work, and it quickly became comfortable. It almost began to feel as if you had been there for months already.

Then your second week came, and it was the same tedious thing. And then another week. As the days passed, you were growing restless. There you were, sitting at you desk every damn day while all of the detectives around you were hard at work on their own cases... and you were filing paperwork. Writing and re-writing reports.

You had lost count of how many of Gavin’s reports you had to re-write. He has no idea what a dictionary is, and certainly has no idea that proper punctuation exists.

You easily remembered his break schedule, and made sure to avoid it-- meanwhile, you also took note of the various times in which Hank would decide to show up to work, often times in rumpled clothes and a grouchy disheveled demeanor.

You met Connor on your second day. You almost couldn’t tell he was an Android. He easily adapts to the human behaviors around him, and it seems like this is his natural environment. He is very courteous, and usually takes a few minutes of the morning to check on you and ask you how you are liking the job so far.

He’s always there before you-- probably due to his natural Android punctuality. Regardless, his morning chats helped the day pass faster.

The sweetest part was how he and the Lieutenant interacted with each other. In your eyes, it almost looked like Hank saw Connor as a son. And as different as they obviously are, you could see this nearly invisible thread that tied them together, intertwining their lives.

Hank was helpful and always made sure that your jobs were going smoothly, although you voiced your frustrations, he continuously assured you that it’s all normal.

It wasn’t until almost a whole month passed that you got fed up with being put to such work. Maybe once a week, sure. But not every day, for a month.

With a fire in your heart, you set your shoulders in determination, and knocked on the glass outside of Fowler’s Office. He looks up from his terminal, before waving for you to enter.

“Sir... I just have to speak my mind. I need to do something real-- not just writing reports. I didn’t go through as much training as I have just so I could write and re-write a thousand reports for cases ranging from muggings to freaking drug busts.” You start, positioning yourself in front of his desk.

“And what exactly did you have in mind?” Fowler folds his fingers, leaning back in his seat.

“I’m not sure... just anything but reports,” gritting your teeth, you hold your ground.

“As it so happens, the detective you replaced-- who retired-- was head of clearing out the cold cases we have. It’s hard work, and it’s not always rewarding... but it would give you something other than reports to work on. Or, you can transfer to another division.”

Biting your lip in contemplation, you look down for a moment, considering the options. You’d heard rumors of how Fowler was an ass, you just never believed anyone could be this much of an ass.

“I’ll take the cold cases.” You sounded dejected and defeated, but it was all you could do. You had to be in this division... you had plans.

“I’m expecting you to live up to the potential I was promised from your records. And, I’m assigning you a partner. It’ll help. And, maybe you’ll make more progress than the last agent.”

“A partner?”

“That’s what I said. He’s an Android, the newest prototype that Cyberlife was in the process of making before they were shut down. Considering how Androids now have rights and are considered alive, they couldn’t just shut him down, so they sent him to us to use him, until he decides otherwise.” Fowler explains.

“But... why me?” You cock your head to the side, pondering the idea.

“Don’t pester me-- you ask too many questions. Just say ‘yes sir’ and then get the hell out, like the others do.” Fowler snaps, and you nod, thanking him and bidding him a good day before stealing away from the glass office.

An android partner? You couldn’t wait to tell Connor that he would soon have a fellow Android in the Station that wasn’t a desk clerk. A spark of join settled in your heart at the thought of working on your first case.

“Hey Connor,” you smile when you spot the Android standing next to your desk, “you would not believe what Fowler just... told me..”

���As I’m sure you are now aware, I am not Connor. Although I do share a strikingly similar face with my predecessor, I am a different model. I am the newest RK unit. An RK900.” The man speaks, and it shocks you for a moment when his striking blue eyes meet yours. He was almost a perfect mirror to Connor... almost.

His hair was much darker, almost black, and his eyes were his most striking feature. A bright blue, instead of like Connor’s sweet brown orbs. He was dresses in a Cyberlife uniform, his unit model and number on the breast of the jacket. The collar reached up to his chin, and he donned a black button-up beneath the jacket, with matching pants.

His face was expressionless, and you were under the impression that he was still stuck in factory mode. Not a deviant, yet anyways.

“Right...um... My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I guess you are my new partner, then?”

“Correct,” his posture remains stiff, hands clasped behind his back. He was a few inches taller than Connor, causing you to crane your neck back just a hair, in order to meet his eyes.

“Do you have a name?” You ask as he takes a seat at his new desk, pressing his hand to the terminal screen.

“I do not. But I am perfectly fine being referred to as RK900. Will this be my desk?” The most intimidating part of him was the fact that he never once broke eye-contact with you, as if he were challenging you, daring you to be the weak one and look down.

“Uh... yes. I’ve been assigned to solving the cold cases, so I guess we should start searching our terminals for them.”

“I can perform the search through the terminal for a case. What would be your preferences.” He didn’t say it like a question, more like a reassurance.

“Uh...” you were having a hard time clearing your head. His eyes flicker up to meet yours again, his hand still on the screen. “Maybe look for an older one?”

RK900 simply nods his head, his gaze drifting off to the side, blinking rapidly. You could see the light of the screen reflecting over him as he flipped through the files.

You suck in a breath, clasping your hands as you waited. You felt like a child, waiting for her parents or something.

“How about a murder, 2019. Downtown Detroit. Corktown to be specific. The victim was a 19-year-old female,” the Android begins. That peaked your interest.

“Go on,” you murmur, listening intently.

“Cause of death, gunshot wound. Her body was found in an alley way right in front of her workplace. There are no known witnesses, the only evidence was on her person, and there are no further leads, but it is the most recent case that involves a murder.” The RK900 unit glances back up from the screen, his eyes meeting yours once more.

“Well, it’s better than writing reports. Where do we start?” You rise from your seat, grabbing your necessities and the coat from the back of your chair. He follows, straightening the stiff-collared Cyberlife uniform jacket.

“I’d say we should start by contacting the parents. The victim’s name was Barbara O’Connell. Her parents are still registered under the same address. I’ve already sent the coordinates to your GPS,” his voice remained the same cool tone, and you stumbled for a second.

“How did you know...,” leaving your sentence hanging, he quickly answers it.

“When I was told who I would be working with, I did as much research about you that was available to me. I traced your license identification and from that, found your insurance and the car registered under it. The masterboard inside of your vehicle had all of the information I needed to connect to the GPS-” he was intent to explain in excruciating detail, step by step, how he found out about you... you quickly stopped him.

“I get the idea.... RK900?” You words hitch at the end as the awkward name passes your lips. “I can’t call you that. It makes you sound like a device. How about... Arkay? Oh, or Nines?”

“Nines?” He ponders the name for a few beats, until his lips quirk at the corners in a small smile. “I like that. I will refer to myself as such from now on.”

You couldn’t help but return the smile, reaching out to shake his hand. He stares at it before complying. “It’s nice to meet you, Nines.”

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