#( p; what're the odds? )

[thegoldencontracts]

Tease

Summary: You flustering twst characters. What's not to love?

Characters: Azul, Jade, Leona

Azul Ashengrotto

"You're really pretty, you know."

Azul's eyes widened. You just continued staring at him with a fond little grin, giving him a small wave.

"P-Pardon?"

Though you were really just saying your thoughts aloud, you couldn't help but take notice of how his face flushed, eyes looking anywhere but you. It was clear you'd flustered him quite a bit.

Cute.

"I said," you continued. "You're, like, really pretty."

"D-Darling," Azul said with a sigh. "Please refrain from such antics."

You just smirked.

"Hey, I'm being honest!" You were. You also thought it was funny watching him try to hide how embarrassed he was.

Azul just sighed, returning to his work.

"Wait!" You said, waving him over.

An unimpressed, "Yes?"

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, dousing whatever ire he had.

"Thanks!" You said, turning back to your own homework as you watched Azul practically bluescreen in your peripheral.

Jade Leech

Jade was always quite the tease. That was simply a fact of your relationship, it seemed. Not that you minded.

But, that didn't mean it wasn't sweet when you finally get the chance to tease him back.

"Ah, apologies," he said lightly one day while talking about some of his newest mushrooms. These new ones were all rare, and fascinating, too. How did he even get his hands on them? "I must've frightened you with all this talk of mushrooms."

Eh? That wasn't true at all! It was always awesome listening to Jade talk about his mushrooms. The way he explained things was just fascinating to listen to, and sometimes the facts you learned even helped you during Alchemy!

"Keep going!" You said. "I like hearing you talk."

Besides, he usually wasn't this expressive. There was something so captivating about the way his eyes sparkled whenever he talked about his newest spores, or his new terrariums.

You really didn't expect the way his face turned red at that, eyes blown open in shock.

"Jade?" You said. He cleared his throat hastily.

"A-Apologies," he said, hastily composing himself. "That was rather rude of me. Let us move on."

You gaped at him.

"Are you embarrassed?"

Jade's eye twitched.

"Let us move on from this topic of discussion," he said pointedly.

So he was. No way. Of all people, Jade Leech? Embarrassed about something? It was almost too good to be true!

"No way," you said. "That's so cute-"

"Not a word more about this, please," Jade said, looking awfully meek. You just laughed.

"Sure, sure," you said. "Not a single word more."

Leona Kingscholar

Leona has an odd habit of helping you in the weirdest of ways. Instead of asking you if you needed help, he'd always just "happen" to have whatever you needed lying around. It pretty quickly became apparent he did it on purpose.

Really, you didn't get why he hid it. You always appreciated the help!

"About that worksheet or whatever you couldn't finish, I found a book about it lying around. Take it if you want."

You checked the book. It was pretty much perfect for what you were doing, filled with small notes too. Leona clearly did this on purpose.

"Thanks!" You said. "Love you!"

Leona stared at you for a moment, before instantly averting his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah," he said. "I..."

He trailed off, seeming rather embarrassed.

"Huh?" You asked. Leona glared at the floor like it had personally offended him.

"What're you gawkin' at, herbivore?"

"You're cute."

Leona scoffed.

"Love you too," he said, before waving you off. "Now go- do whatever it is you were doin'."

You laughed. He looked so embarrassed.

"Of course."

[madman479r]

It was a seemingly normal day at Beacon during Lunch. Teams RWBY and JNPR sitting together as usual though instead of the two teams sitting across from one another, they were all mixed up.

On one side it was Ren, Nora, Pyrrha and Weiss.

Across from them it was Ruby, Yang, Jaune and Blake.

Even stranger was that Jaune was between Blake and Yang, who had recently became a couple, much to the joy of their friends, and normally sat next to one another. Now one would find it odd if someone sat between a known couple who tend to regularly sit together but Jaune had not situated himself between the two girls.

Rather they occupied both his sides on their own accord, taking their seats after he had sat down, Yang even squeezed herself between Ruby and Jaune in doing so.

Most of the table thought it was strange but decided not to point it out, believing that if the pair were currently in a row or giving the other some space then it wasn't any of their business.

But not Jaune, he was questioning something else entirely.

Namely why Yang and Blake's hands were rubbing his thighs and crotch.

When he was sure the others were distracted, he leaned over to Yang and quietly yet urgently whispered ."What're you doing?" He asked his fellow blonde, looking confused but not entirely disturbed by the heavy petting.

Yang gave him an amused look and said "Nothing, Jaune." She cooed quietly, her lilac eyes twinkling teasingly. She then slowly reached higher up his thigh where his hardening shaft rested beneath his pants, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Jaune gasped as Yang began stroking him, feeling his cock grow harder under her fingers. Yang gave a silent giggle and looked over at Blake, who was now stroking his inner thigh, her hand brushing up against his balls. The faunus girl just smiled sweetly, looking at the blonde pair in the corner of her eye but continued to look as though she were reading her book, leaving Jaune speechless as he watched the two girls go to work on his throbbing manhood, his heart racing.

He felt an unfamiliar warmth rush through his body as Yang continued to stroke him, her long slender fingers gliding up and down his length. Jaune took a deep breathe in, closing his eyes and wondering if this was all just a wet dream, not seeing how Yang and Blake looked at each other over his head, having a silent connection.

*CLATTER!* *CLANG!*

"Whoops! My bad." Yang said as she went down to pick up the dropped cutlery.

Jaune felt his heart freeze for a moment. Surely she wouldn't? Yang was brave and brazen but no way she would suck him off in the middle of the cafeteria, just before their friends. Oh it may feel great at the moment but the embarrassment of such a public display and Goodwitch's wrath outweighed the idea.

Thankfully, or sadly however you looked at it, Yang came back up with the cutlery in hand, making Jaune sigh in relief.

Only to gasp loudly as he felt a soft hand caress his cock, flesh on flesh.

"Jaune?" Jaune's eyes snapped to Pyrrha, who looked at him in concern. "Are you okay?" She asked.

"Oh! I-it's nothing, Pyr, j-just felt a p-pinch." Jaune stammered, feeling embarrassed.

Pyrrha nodded and went back to talking with Weiss, letting Jaune assess the situation. Looking down he saw his cock was now free from its denim and cotton restraints, feeling both cool air and warm flesh rub against it. Blake's hand was wrapped around his shaft while Yang's fingers were cupping his balls, wiggling her digits against the sensitive orbs.

Jaune understood now, Yang had used the the sound of dropped utensils to mask the sound of Blake unbuckling his belt and trousers.

His mouth went dry as he felt the two girls' hands move up and down his length, their slow yet skillful and sensual movements feeling wonderful and not making too much noise.

The pressure in his balls increased and he could feel the familiar tingling sensation creep into his loins, his mind going blank as he looked back at Yang, her face only having a tinge of red on her cheeks, signalling that she knew exactly what she was doing, but one could blame today's weather for that. While she faced Nora, who was regaling her latest dream, her lustful half lidded eye was on Jaune as she pleasured him. Her pink tongue poked though her lips and wetted them, making Jaune twitch as he imagined that tongue working along his cock.

Looking over at Blake, he saw that, still hiding her face behind her book, her face was more flush than Yang's but still had a mischievous glint in her golden eyes which glanced between Jaune and his pulsing length, her lips parted and Jaune could practically see the hot breaths as she silently panted. Was she getting off on the thrill of it alone?

Both hands changed techniques, now Yang was rubbing his shaft while Blake's palm rested on the head, her fingers stroking the glans.

Jaune, despite feeling himself losing his mind to the pleasure, noted how Yang's style had a tighter grip, not enough to hurt but to feel like she was trying to milk his cock and gave longer strokes.

Blake's style was gentler and it felt like she was working a delicate instrument. She caressed the tip gently with her fingertips, occasionally swirling them around the ridge of the head.

Jaune couldn't stop a groan from leaving him, once again catching his partner's attention.

"Are you sure you're okay, Jaune? You sound like you're in pain." Pyrrha asked in concern.

Jaune wasn't in pain, quite the opposite really. "N-No, I-i just h-have a cramp-p." Jaune lied.

"You should stand up and give yourself a stretch, that'll help." Pyrrha recommended.

Oh yeah, stand up and show himself to his friends and the entire cafeteria? No thanks. "N-no, it's one of t-those cramps whe-er-ere it's b-better to stay still u-until it p-passes." Jaune assured.

Jaune struggled to focus on what he was saying, as both Yang and Blake alternated their motions, moving their hands faster and slower as they pleasured him further, his shaft twitching more and more by the minute as pre-cum dripped from his tip, smearing both smooth hands pleasuring him.

"Hey P-money, do you mind if me and Blake help train Jaune?" Yang asked, her tone casual as if she weren't rubbingher index finger along the slit of his cockhead.

Jaune looked horrified, wondering why Yang was drawing attention to herself, surely Pyrrha would see something was going on under the table?

Pyrrha however didn't seem to notice anything, only looking confused by Yang's request. "Oh?"

"It's just that, we think switching it up will help him." Yang explained.

"I was thinking of testing him on his flexibility and taking on two people at once." Blake spoke up, her eyes peering over her book, her hand giving Jaune a gentle squeeze.

Yang followed up. "And I was going to help him with his stamina and endurance." She said, squeezing Jaune's balls this time.

Pyrrha looked unsure of what to say, perhaps worried about Jaune's health.

"I don't know... I mean-maybe i should come with and see-" Pyrrha started but was interrupted by Yang.

"Oh, come on, Pyr. Jaune's a big boy~." She purred, emphasising her point by squeezing Jaune once more. "I think he can go a few sessions without you hovering nearby."

Pyrrha still looked unsure and a tad bit miffed but nodded nonetheless. "Alright then, I guess it's fine." Pyrrha said stiffly and turned to Weiss again.

Yang smiled and let go of Jaune's testicles, but kept her hold on his cock. "Thank you." She said, giving Jaune a wink.

Jaune could feel the pressure building up in his balls and tried to keep his breathing steady, but it proved difficult as Blake's fingers worked their magic.

He stared at Yang as she slowly pumped his cock, and Yang could see he was nearing his end, so she sped up, her long slender fingers pumping furiously and with more precision, the slippery digits sliding up and down his hard shaft.

Jaune bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from moaning and thrushed against the combined handjob as he neared climax. He wondered how he was going to make it through the next couple minutes, especially with Blake's soft hands on his shaft.

The thought of cumming in front of his classmates, despite being hidden by a table, made him nervous but he was beyond the point of no return.

Suddenly the two hands left his swollen and violently twitching cock. Jaune whimper quietly but a thud by Blake's side made him look to see the Faunus had dropped her book.

"Whoops." She said before disappearing under the table.

Just then, Jaune felt his cock be enveloped by a moist warmth all the way down to his base.

"Nrgh!" Jaune clenched his teeth as he felt Blake plung her mouth onto Jaune's cock, her tongue flicking wildly around the head of his erect shaft as her lips slid up and down his member.

Jaune shut his eyes, unable to control himself any longer.

She didn't slow down though, her warm mouth sliding up and down his throbbing cock while her tongue lapped at his swollen crown. Jaune's toes curled as he felt his orgasm approaching quickly, he was going to shoot right into Blake's hot mouth.

Yang suddenly pressed herself up to his side, his arm sandwiched by her breasts as panted onto his sensitive ear, speaking low enough that no-one else could hear.

"Cum for her, Jaune." She breathed.

"W-w-what?" Jaune stuttered, trying to ignore the sensation of Blake's wet tongue caressing his cockhead.

"Cum for her, Jaune. Don't hold back that delicious load and cum in her mouth." Yang urged, still grinding against his side.

That, along with Blake's soft, warmth velvety mouth sent Jaune over the edge.

Jaune grunted, and began to unload into Blake's waiting mouth, thrusting his hips forward as if to bury himself deeper into her maw.

Blake instantly swallowed, swallowing every drop of the salty fluid as it poured out of his shaft and down her throat.

After a few seconds of Blake swirling her tongue around Jaune's sensitive and spent cock, the dark haired girl emerged from under the table but no-one other than Jaune and Yang had noticed.

Jaune then saw how Blake's cheeks seemed a little bloated. A quick opening of her mouth showed she hadn't swallowed all of his essence.

Blake than stood from the table and stepped towards Yang. Jaune wondered what she was going to do.

His question was answered as Blake planted her lips right onto Yang's in an open mouth kiss.

While others looked away awkwardly at the PDA, Jaune watched on and could see his cum being exchanged as well, Blake was feeding Yang his cum.

Yang didn't seem bothered by the fact that she was getting a mouthful of Jaune's seed by her girlfriend's mouth, instead she kissed Blake harder and deeper, sharing Jaune's cum between them.

Jaune only briefly wondered if he had died and gone to heaven.

Blake pulled away first after a minute, panting lightly, her lips glistening with Jaune's semen, which she licked clean. She then said "Going to our dorm. I'll see you there soon?" She asked. Everyone else thought she was addressing Yang and Yang alone but she had directed the question to both Yang and Jaune. Both blondes nodded, though Jaune was still in a daze.

Blake smirked and walked out of the cafeteria, her hips swaying with each step, leaving Yang with her prize.

Yang then turned to Jaune and opened her mouth, showing her mouthful of cum before closing her lips, gaving an audible gulp and once more opening her mouth to show she had swallowed the load.

"You ready for a training session, now?" Yang asked.

Jaune nearly forgot to stuff his cock back into his trousers before he practically leapt up from the table with Yang.

[strikedenko]

The Two Nikos

Chapter 2: Across The Barrens

Summary: The two Nikos further explore the Barrens on their quest to restore the world's light.

(story under cut)

The messiah remained hesitant, though they could trust themselves! Right? They'd gone through this too, they'll know what to do. They forced a smile as the two Nikos approached the building near which Prophetbot stood.

Moving past the robot and into the building, they approach the box containing the solar battery and use the crowbar as leverage to lift the lid off the container. Inside was a hefty portable battery, though broken. Niko hands it to the messiah, setting the sun aside to accept it.

"We've got everything we need. Okay, the lens goes into the battery and then use the sun on it to charge," Niko hastily spoke, wanting to move quickly. The faster the two worked through this, the sooner they'd both be out of here.

The messiah though, wasn't quite following. "...Huh?" They tilted their head in confusion, dragging a sigh of subtle discontent out of Niko.

"...Okay, one thing at a time," They started again. "The battery's only missing a good lens, but we found a replacement, right?"

This prompted the messiah to take out the camera lens obtained earlier, before slotting it into the battery's lens compartment.

"Hey, it fits perfectly!" They exclaimed. "How do we charge it, though? There's no sunlight."

Niko tilts their head, raising an eyebrow. "Not outside, but..." They motion over to the bulb.

"Oh right, the sun! I never would've thought of that." Niko can't help but giggle in response. "...Wait, I suppose I did! Good thinking, me!" The two shared a laugh, before the messiah picked back up the sun and held it close to the lens of the battery.

Not even a second flew by before the battery reached full charge, much to the messiah's surprise as they pulled the lightbulb away.

"That was fast!"

Niko picks up the charged battery and glances over to the room opposite of the entrance. "I didn't see a generator in the back room... We should ask Prophetbot."

So, they do. Specifically, the messiah does. The robot continued to leave Niko's likeness to the messiah and their status as operator unacknowledged.

"Excuse me, is there a... generator missing a battery?"

Prophetbot took a few seconds to answer.

"The barrens do not have any generators, much less any lacking a power source." That's odd... What was this battery for, then? Niko couldn't really think of anything else.

.

.

.

"A-ha!" They've got it.

"Huh?" Unsurprisingly, the messiah didn't quite understand. "What're you thinking?"

"The rowbot, it might accept the battery."

The messiah returned an even more puzzled look. "What robot? We've only met two, and the rest are beyond repair."

"No, ROWbot, R-O-W bot. It's a boat robot that'll take us across the ocean towards the tower."

The messiah tilted their head, taking a few seconds for it to register.

"Oh, I get it!" They exclaimed, laughter escaping them upon realizing the pun.

"Prophetbot, where's the rowbot?" Niko inquired.

"I'm sorry, but my programming only allows me to answer to the messiah." Right, of course. Niko motioned for the messiah to ask the same question, thankfully receiving a better response. "A rowbot was stationed at the docks, though I can no longer receive a signal from them."

Niko grins, clapping their hands together eager to progress. "Right, let's go!"

"I wish you luck," Prophetbot spoke, before the two darted off towards the unpowered rowbot.

...A little too eagerly, perhaps, as the messiah was being pulled along by Niko.

"P-please! Slow down!"

"Oh, sorry!" Niko did slow, though it was clear they really wanted to reach the rowbot quickly. It wasn't long until they did, reaching the docks and noticing the boat-bound robot. Niko made haste, taking out the portable battery and inserting it into the perfectly sized power compartment.

. . .

"I AM FUNCTIONAL!" The rowbot flared back to life. "YOU! THANK YOU. WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO TAKE YOU SOMEWHERE?"

It seemed a little worse for wear compared to what Niko had remembered, though perhaps it was just the rust.

.

Oh right, the rust-

"...I CANNOT MOVE." 

It had briefly slipped Niko's mind that they had to clean off the metallic body as well, which entailed venturing into the vent zones to fill the bottle with gas. This also meant needing to find the gas mask, most likely in the safe on the cliffs.

...There's probably only one gas mask in there, too. Well, they'll hopefully figure something out.

"We'll clean you soon, don't worry," Niko affirmed, before glancing back to the messiah letting out a yawn.

"Niko... I'm tired, can I take a nap?"

They paused. Niko... did kinda force them around, like how Cameron had in both the World Machine and their first few weeks in the Multiverse Machine.

A mirroring yawn. "Yeah, that's a good idea. I think there's a bed nearby," Niko said, pointing to an abandoned train car. "Bye, rowbot!"

No response from the robot as the two walked over into the train car.

A copy of the bed from the starting room sat along the leftmost wall, undisturbed by the surrounding fallout. The messiah was quick to approach and press a hand into its mattress, testing its comfort.

...

['It seems your name was no mere coincidence, Niko.']

A strange voice invaded the former messiah's mind, catching them off guard. "Wh-who are you??" Though their audible reaction echoed around the disheveled space, this world's messiah appeared unbothered by Niko's surprise.

['Do you not remember? I reached out to you through your machine, informing you of what was at stake.']

It was the World Machine. Well, it was this World Machine, before it realized its tamed nature and worth.

['I don't understand how you were able to enter, nor why, but I hope it does not dissuade you from ensuring the safety of your other self.']

The voice subsides.

The ensuing silence is broken by a soft squeaking coming from the bed, the messiah laying down and clutching the sun close, not wanting to drop it. They seemed to notice their other self watching, adjusting their body to make eye contact more comfortable.

"Niko?" They spoke, frowning into the warm sun. "I'm scared..."

Of course, Niko's concern for this world's messiah urged them to try and comfort their fears. "What are you scared of?" They could think of a few things, but the number one rule for this seemed to be to never assume.

"This world... What you said earlier... There's a catch, isn't there...?" The messiah grew more somber. "I just want to go home..."

"Hey, hey..." Niko moved in closer to the messiah. "I promised you that you would," they cup the other's free cheek. "No matter what, I'll make sure that you get home."

The messiah let a smile creep up, Niko mirroring a soft grin shortly after.

"Think of home, dream of it. Tell yourself that you'll return, because you will regardless of how hard things might get," they continued. "You'll return to mama."

The smile formed fully on the tired Niko's face. "Thanks..." they cooed, starting to fall asleep. Niko offered to set the sun aside so the messiah could nap unburdened. And then, everything went dark.

. . .

"H-Hello?" Niko's voice echoed throughout the void they'd seemingly wound up in. "Niko? World Machine?" No sign of either, obviously worrying...

All they could discern through the darkness was their own form. There wasn't even any discernible difference between what felt like the floor and the air around them.

"...Anyone?"

Niko was growing increasingly paranoid. It felt like when they first woke up in the tower without being able to hear Cameron's voice.

...!

This subtle weight in their coat, going unnoticed until now... Could it be?

"Oh, hey!"

It was their cyberphone, dubbed the Pocket Machine. It was a gift from Cameron for use within the Multiverse Machine, but how did they have it now?

Well, they shouldn't pass up an opportunity to try and get out of... whatever this place was-

The moment they powered on the device though, the world roared back to life. The surrounding void faded to reveal that Niko never left, the world had simply unrendered. Niko breathed a sigh of relief as the messiah awoke and sat upright, yawning.

"I'm awake," they exclaimed, turning to Niko. "I had a dream just now, about home." They smiled, recounting the visions that had played through their mind. "I was in the big wheat field surrounding my village. It was bright and sunny!"

Niko beamed a warm smile to their other self. "That sounds really nice! I'm guessing your sun is a big ball of fire in the sky?"

"We have two suns, actually!"

...What?

"Two? How does that even work?" Niko inquired. Never have they heard of a binary star system before, so the concept was VERY intriguing.

"I don't really know, I never asked about it." The messiah shrugged, getting out of bed and back onto their feet, reclaiming the sun. "A-anyway, we should probably get going..."

"That's a good idea," Niko nodded, proceeding outside and gazing upon the tall spire once more, then back to the lightbulb that the messiah held.

"I wonder if there's a world machine with two suns..." They silently mused.

Right, what was next on the list? They had to clean the rust off of the rowbot, which required them to make the cleaning solution itself. Luckily, the Barrens contained all the necessary components, the two Nikos simply had to find everything.

Despite the bubbled pond being outside of a vent zone, Niko assumed they still needed to venture through the toxic fumes in order to obtain the syringe needed. There still remained the question of where exactly the syringe was, but perhaps they could ask Silver on the way.

Of course, to even step foot into a gaseous area, they needed the gas mask from the safe. Though, the code to open it remained a mystery. Niko knew there must be a trigger, but the lack of a computer in the outpost left them puzzled.

Well, it couldn't hurt to try the safe anyways. Perhaps the trigger was the container itself?

The two cautiously walked along the cliffs over to the locked safe, thankfully possessing a larger chunk of land beneath. The messiah allowed Niko to take a look.

"Six numbers. That's..." Briefly counting on their fingers. "...a lot of possible combinations." Niko reached a finger out to touch one of the scrolling digits.

ZAP

"Yow!" Niko instantly pulled away, covering the point of contact.

"Niko? What happened?!" The messiah took an instinctive step back, before taking a few steps towards their guide to check in on them.

"...I just got shocked. Some static, maybe?" It was a loose guess, though one that made sense. Well, now with it discharged, Niko could try again?

Nope, it happened once more. The guide pulled back and let out a disgruntled sigh, before turning back to the messiah.

"I think you need to be the one to do this..." Niko moved to the side, allowing the messiah a full view of the door and the combination lock.

"We haven't seen any codes, though. Not since the remote, anyway." The messiah leaned in to take a look, then suddenly froze on a dime. No movement even from their eyes.

['I see you two have made progress, Niko.']

The Entity roared back into Niko's mind, taking them by surprise. Was the messiah freezing because of this, because the spirit of the world wished to talk with the operator?

['But that stops here if you don't stop to consider this: The world is falling apart.']

They figured. The Barrens were, well, completely barren, even more so than Niko's recollection of events from their own World Machine.

['It's possible that the INFORMATION you seek no longer exists in this world.']

They had gathered. Niko's first thought was that it was to be found elsewhere on their computer, though being inside the world itself made that a little difficult. How would they go about that...

...!

There's a buzzing inside their coat, the Pocket Machine. Niko took it out to see a system message, reading: "You're quite lucky to have this." Nothing else.

['Start looking.']

The world around them unfroze as the voice vacated. As the messiah tinkered with the combination, Niko stood aside, thinking about how their possession of the Pocket Machine made them 'lucky.'

Then, it hit them. From what they recall of the village IT person's guidance, a program unrendered if the window it was viewed in was closed. They recall Cameron making reference to the world 'closing' on him, and the world, alongside the messiah, had woken once Niko turned on the device.

The Pocket Machine held external power over the world! That considered, it's possible it may grant Niko access to the rest of the computer outside!

Meanwhile, the messiah has just been trying incremental combinations starting from all zeros-

Niko starts looking, scouring the various menus of the Pocket Machine. The Entity put particular emphasis on the word INFORMATION, so that was the word to search for.

Eventually, entering a menu titled 'Documents,' they discover a file called 'INFORMATION' with the extension '.oneshot'.

Score.

"Niko, I've got it! I found the code!" The guide exclaimed, prompting the messiah to pull their focus from the combination. They were still on '000017,' so knowing the correct code was certainly preferable to brute-forcing their way in-

The file opened a screenful of text that appeared to be a letter all but lost, written by an unknown author. Most of the page was unintelligible, though the most important information was on the last line, untouched by the cruel sands of time.

"The code to the safe is 426713," Niko read aloud, with the messiah returning to the code entry and inputting the combination. Miraculously, it works! The door of the safe opens to reveal... one gas mask.

"Oh, shoot..." The messiah sighed. "Looks like we'll have to share." They pocket the gas mask and investigate the journal stored within. It lacked a clover on the cover, being replaced by some text in an unknown language. Odd...

The messiah briefly flipped through its pages, though the content itself proved similar; An unknown language within, not to mention a lot of it. "Weird... do you know what this says?"

"I don't recognize that journal, no..." It may prove to fill a similar purpose to what Niko remembers, though even back then they never had a complete translation.

"Let's stop by Silver," they suggested, moving on ahead and waiting for the messiah to follow. As they walked out onto the thin path, though, the two faltered. They looked to the left to gaze upon a peculiar phenomenon, though one that the guide knew particularly well, and despised.

Square anomalies.

The staticky sound emanating from the corruption alone was enough to jumpstart Niko's fight or flight response. Though, all they could manage to do was freeze, anticipating the unpredictable spread of the corruption.

"...Niko," They eventually spoke. "We need to go. Now." The messiah was more mesmerized by the dancing particles, though managed to break the trance-induced stare when their guide addressed and urged them to come along. They do, of course, but curiosity was flooding their mind.

"What was that?" They asked, but Niko wasn't keen on answering so soon. They simply wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, pulling the messiah along once more. Their speed was noticeably slower than earlier, comparable to a fast walk, though their grip was firm around the end of the messiah's sleeve, warmed by the sun.

Escaping earshot of the corruption, Niko finally answered. "Bad. Those squares are the world tearing at the seams," They spoke, stern. "Stay the hell away from them."

"H-hey, that's a bad word!"

Niko stopped. They... really said that...

"I'm sorry..." They spoke after a pause. "I had some bad experiences with those things, and I guess the memories coming back caused me to say it..."

The messiah hesitantly nodded, understanding the use of the word though still taken aback.

"...Let's go see Silver."

The two return to the facility housing the head engineer. "Hello!" The messiah greeted.

"Hello, messiahs," Silver reciprocated. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"Yeah. We're trying to clean the rust off of a rowbot," Niko answered. "We've been trying to make the cleaning supplies ourselves, but we don't have all of the supplies..."

"Make it yourself? That's not something I would recommend," Silver spoke, glancing off to the side. "Though if you must, the atmosphere in the vent zone combats rust particularly well. If you manage to concentrate and contain it, mixing it with the rare form of liquid phosphor results in a strong cleaning solution."

Well, Niko knew that-

"We were on our way to the vent zone now, actually! We just can't find anything to get the rare phosphor..."

Silver thought for a second, before an idea sparks into her mind.

"I possess a kit of medical supplies in case of a human work accident, though since everyone left, it fell into disuse." She breathed a silent sigh. "Feel free to take anything you might need.

So THAT'S where the syringe was...

The two approached the box in the corner and scoured through it. Most of the tools were broken or rusted, but...

A-ha! A clean syringe! Niko can't help but wonder how it's stayed clean for so long.

The messiah pockets it, before the two bid farewell and head out.

"So, about the mask," Niko started, drawing the messiah's attention. "I've got a plan." Their plan was to split up, the messiah dawning the mask and venturing into the vent zone to collect some of the acidic fumes, whereas the guide was to head down to the bubbled pond and extract a sample of liquid phosphor, and they'd meet back up at the docks after they were done.

"How... would I contain the gas?" The messiah asked at the tailend of the plan.

"You take the bottle, hold it over a vent, and seal it up once it's been filled." It's a good thing they kept the cork from the starting house, then. "Good luck."

The messiah nodded, dawning the gas mask and heading into the nearby vent zone. Niko waved a temporary farewell before running the other way. Over the cliffs, through the dorms, back to the shrimp swamp, where it wasn't long before they arrived at the pond with the bubbled-over surface.

They waste no time jamming the needle into the jelly-like substance before pulling back on the plunger, extracting the liquid phosphor into the barrel. Once that was complete, Niko proceeded to the docks.

The messiah, meanwhile, took more time to find and grab their gas sample. Most vents were so tall, they couldn't even reach over the top on their tippy-toes! Soon, though, they were able to find one expelling gas from the ground, but removing the cork from the bottle took more effort than they'd like. Despite the prolonged struggle, the messiah was eventually able to wiggle it free and yank it out.

"Okay... Into the bottle," They muttered to themself, turning the top side over to catch the flowing gas inside. It didn't take much time, though the messiah made the mistake of moving it away from the smoke before sealing it off, causing the gas to escape. "Oh, shoot..."

They don't make the same mistake on attempt 2, sealing the smoke within and heading out to the docks, their guide just arriving there as well.

"All good?" Niko asked, the messiah raising the filled bottle in response before removing the gas mask. "Great!"

Niko began the procedure, injecting the liquid phosphor into the bottle through the cork, discarding the syringe before beginning to shake. The messiah put on the rubber gloves and prepared the sponge, allowing Niko to pour the solution onto it.

"There we go. Now all we need to do is clean the rowbot!" The messiah exclaimed, before approaching the robot with the sponge in hand. "Alright, hold still..."

"AS IF I HAD A CHOICE," The rowbot replied, dragging a chuckle out of Niko as the messiah rid the metal body of rust. Following a few minutes of wiping down the rowbot, it began to move!

"I FEEL BETTER ALREADY! I AM ABLE TO FOLLOW MY PROGRAMMING AGAIN."

The messiah grinned. "We're headed towards the spire. Can you take us there?"

"CLOSEST DESTINATION TO THE SPIRE IS... THE GLEN-"

The rowbot stutters. "MY BUILT-IN NAVIGATION CIRCUITS HAVE FRIED."

"Oh, shoot," Niko muttered, dismayed.

"IN THE EVENT OF AN ERROR, YOU SHOULD SPEAK WITH THE HEAD ENGINEER. SHE WILL KNOW WHAT TO DO."

Back to the mining facility and Silver, they suppose. Luckily, the walk this time around wasn't so bad. Quiet, a nice kind of quiet, knowing they were close to moving onto the next area. The two Nikos entered the facility to talk with the robot lady one more time.

"Excuse us again, miss," the messiah started. "We managed to clean the rowbot, but it said something about its navigation circuits being fried."

Silver thought for a moment. "If you give it something from the Glen, it ought to remember how to get there. It'll be rare to find anything like that here, though."

The messiah breathed a disappointed sigh, whilst Niko was counting down on their fingers until...

"Wait!" There we go-

"I have this." Silver removed her necklace, a charm hanging off the end containing a clover housed in amber.

"This contains amber from the Glen. The rowbot should be able to route back if you show it this."

The messiah gazed upon the charm, intrigued. "It's very pretty."

"But... I can't just give this away. It's special to me," Silver spoke, reminiscing. "Tell you what. I haven't played chess with someone else in years. Play a game with me, and I'll let you have it."

Niko doesn't remember Silver acting so... reluctant, though they suppose it's the least they could do. The messiah volunteers to play, with Niko acting as the judge, they guess. It ultimately mattered not, but it did spare them from having to play chess.

As Niko watched, they couldn't help but notice the messiah's human-like ears.

"Your ears... They're on the side of your head?" They inquired as Silver pondered which move to use.

"Yeah? Are yours not, Niko?" The guide then took off their hat, revealing a pair of purple cat ears. Silver caught a glance before briefly glancing away and snickering, much to Niko's bemusement.

"Everyone at home has eyes and ears like mine! So, you're a human?"

The messiah frowned. "Nuh-uh, humans have small eyes! Well, some of us have small eyes as well, but I'm still not human." Their denial was, frankly, quite amusing. Guess that's how others see Niko when they deny being a cat...

"Checkmate." Quite a short game, with Silver ending up winning. "Alright, guess I've kept you two long enough." The messiah stood out of their chair and reclaimed the sun as Silver reset the board, before handing over the necklace. "I hope you get home safely."

"Thank you, Silver. Goodbye!" The two bid farewell, leaving the facility and returning to the docks. Niko shows the charm to the rowbot, allowing them to analyze the amber.

"OH. THIS COIN. I... I REMEMBER NOW! SETTING COURSE..."

The two shared a smile.

"...ONE LAST THING. THIS BOAT IS OVER-CAPACITY." The smiles quickly dissipated from their faces. No doubt two of them would be considered 'over-capacity.' "YOU'LL NEED TO LEAVE BEHIND SOME OF YOUR POSSESSIONS."

Hastily, they took out anything that they weren't going to need in the next few areas. The crowbar, the gas mask, the hefty gloves... Would that be enough?

"THAT IS ACCEPTABLE."

Huh??

"...What do you mean 'acceptable?'" They shouldn't pass this up, though it was quite peculiar.

"CAPACITY IS SUFFICIENT. ONWARD."

Well, they aren't about to try and contest. The latch, keeping the boat from drifting off, detached, and the rowboat began to row. Despite the combined weight of the two cat-people, the boat ride was surprisingly steady. There was nothing to worry about.

Onward!

[redhead1180]

https://www.tumblr.com/redhead1180/743981863876673536/that-pick-that-someone-sent-in-that-says-it-looks I need a fic of that now. Jayj tieing up kie and having her in tears begging … he can have such a mean streak

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Got a little carried away, but think it's ok. I am not a big jiara fan so this felt odd writing Kie in instead of reader. Not even sure I got her personality right cause I never write for her. 😳

Later that night, JJ and Kie are going to bed in the spare room. As soon as the door closes, JJ has Kie pressed up to the door kissing her till her head is spinning.

"So you thought it would be funny to gang up on me tonight?" JJ mutters in between kisses.

"Yup" Kie simply says popping the p.

"Mhmm, well I think I deserve a little payback" he says as he smirks at her. Kie looks at him confused, but before she can think too hard on it, JJ has taken his bandana and tied it around her wrists.

"Jayj what're you doing" Kie nervously laughs.

"O, we are gonna see how ticklish you are, Mama." JJ taunts as he moves her to the bed and ties her to the headboard. Kie pulls on the bandana but nothing gives.

"Jayj, we were just having some fun, c'mon you can let me go" Kie trying her best not to sound too nervous. JJ knew she was horribly ticklish in areas and she hated being tickled.

"No I don't think I will, besides this is going to be fun, well for me anyway" JJ mocks as he goes to the closet and pulls out a black box. Kie knew what was in that box and now was really nervous. She sees JJ pulls out some items, but can't really see what they are from just the little light coming from the bedside lamp. He walks back to the bed with one hand behind his back and grinning like a wolf. He places some stuff on the bedside table, but before Kie can see the items JJ blindfolds her.

"Jayj -" JJ silences her with a kiss.

"What was it you said to me...o yea, relax babe, it won't hurt" JJ whispers in her ear. He kisses her ear and starts leaving open mouth kisses down her neck to her collarbone, leaving goosebumps along the way. She can feel him sit up and start to unbutton her shirt. He can't take it off with her arms tied, so he just leaves it open. Next he unties her swimsuit and removes it. Kie gasps as the cold air hits her nipples. JJ just chuckles.

Kie can feel JJ's hands lightly caressing her chest, so lightly she can barely feel it. He moves down over her breasts, taking a wet finger to each nipple and with the slightest touch rubs them until the are hardened nubs. Kie wants to moan but bites her lip and holds her breath.

"Don't forget to breath, babe" JJ rasps out

His hands, finally, move away from her boobs and on to her stomach. Kie lets out the breath she was holding. His touch is so light it almost feels like a feather and Kie is trying not to squirm, but it is starting to fucking tickle. She could swear she felt JJ grinning wildly, but she couldn't see a damn thing to be sure.

She feels him unbutton her shorts and then notices a double tap on her thigh. She lifts her hips up and JJ slides her shorts and bikini bottoms down. Kie lets out a small hiss as she feels her bikini peel away from her wet core.

"Ok Jayj, I think you made your point" Kie tries to reason. JJ doesn't say a word. She hears some items moving by where the bedside table is and JJ is humming as if trying to make a decision.

"Jayj?"

"Jayj?" Kie almost whispers cause she can't hear anything. The room is still. She knows he didn't leave, but she couldn't pinpoint where he was in the room.

"JJ" she whispers almost a little scared now.

"As you told me before, don't squirm it only makes it worse." JJ whispers menacingly.

She suddenly hears a buzzing noise and feels JJ place a strong hand on her thigh. She feels the light vibration from the vibrator hit her clit. She squeals and tries to pull away from the sudden explosion of her nerve ending, but JJ's grip on her thigh won't let her go anywhere. He doesn't press the vibrator harder, just lightly runs it all in her folds and clit. Kie is gasping and trying to squirm, at first away, but as JJ continues his assault she is now grinding onto the vibrator. However, JJ never increases the pressure. It's so light and not enough to get her off, but enough to make her soak the vibrator and JJ's hand.

"Please Jayj" Kie begs, not sure for what.

"Please what, Kie?" JJ taunts.

"More, harder, please" Kie was ready to explode, she so needed just a bit more pressure and knew she would be sent to the stars.

Suddenly the vibrations stopped. Kie cries out, tears forming cause she was so close. She feels JJ get up, unties the blindfold, pats her on the cheek with a grin.

"Yup that is fun" He smiles down at her.

Kie starts blubbering and huffing, pulling on the bandana.

"What the fuck JJ! You can't just stop, get back here and untie me.!" Kie yells at JJ as he makes his way to the door.

"Mmm nope, you're right that was fun, I will be back in a few to untie you. Kinda need ya to cool off." JJ sing songs as he leaves the room, Kie screaming at him the whole time.

JJ knew he was in so much trouble, but he could talk his way out of it.

Well hopefully.

[cephalotyrant]

Okay so... Jade and Azul swap bodies BUT Azul and Riddle are together

That goes so crazy imo

Like first of all the differences in their bodies... Azul has TWO SETS OF JAWS NOW??? and why are Jade's limbs moving on their own? This is insane!

"Azul," Jade said from this new yet all too familiar body of his, looking at his hands in incredulity. "Why exactly are my hands moving?"

His own eyes - so similar and yet so different - stared back at him.

"They have their own brains even on land," Azul said, face puckered up as he contorted his mouth awkwardly. "And you still have your pharyngeal jaw, it seems?"

This was going to be a pain, it seemed.

And then... The perception difference! Actually crazy for both of them.

"Oh, what're you gonna do after class, Azul?" A boy said. He was scared of Jade, if memory served right. Then he must've been scared of Azul as well.

Perhaps Jade would have some fun with him.

"Oh, I'd rather not say," he said. "It would certainly be... Disconcerting for you."

Perfectly frightening in its implication, and yet, the boy merely laughed.

"So you're embarrassed about it?" The boy said. "Man, I never thought you'd have a cute side like this."

Jade's eyes widened.

"P-Pardon?"

"You're stuttering, too?" The boy said like this was some overwhelm of cuteness. Jade couldn't help but be confused.

Was everything Azul did unexpectedly adorable to these people?

Meanwhile Azul in Jade's body breathes and people are like "AHHHH I'M TERRIFIED SATAN IS COMING FOR MEEEE"

Anyways on top of all this, there's Riddle and Jade isn't a boyfriend stealer so he doesn't kiss Riddle or let Riddle kiss him... Riddle is confused and mildly hurt and Jade just stares into his soul like "you shall understand in time" like some prophecy maker or smth

Anyways for the sake of the plot the curse that got cast on them implies that something bad happens if Azul or Jade tell anyone what happens

. Soooo Riddle is confused because anyone would be but then "Jade" aka Azul starts talking to him weird in class and he's like 'this is suspicious as fuck I'm going to investigate'

And then meanwhile jade is getting used to this and decides to have some fun at Azul's expense :)

"Oh, Riddle!" Azul said. "Have I ever told you of my love for karaage?"

Azul's favorite food was fried chicken? How peculiar.

"Is it, now? How unexpected," Riddle said. For some odd reason, Jade glowered at Azul.

"Pay no attention to those odd rambles," Jade said. Regardless, we really ought to-"

"You know, as a child, I used to hide in this little octopus pot! I still do now, on occasion."

Why was Azul telling him this? Was the mer not a rather secretive individual?

By now, Jade looked ready to combust. It was an odd expression.

Still, vulnerability was rare from Azul. Riddle would take advantage of it while it lasted.

"You did?" Riddle asked. "May I inquire as to why?"

"Oh, I was a rather shy child," Azul said. "Speaking of my childhood, perhaps I could show you a few photos-"

At that, Jade snapped.

"You will do no such thing!"

Anyways it's shortly after this interaction that Riddle puts two and two together and is like "yeah they swapped bodies Azul would never say that"

Time passes and they swap back... Sadly Riddle and Azul both get K.O.'d from embarrassment Azul at the shit Jade said in his body and Riddle at his own clinginess

Anyways final thing because I will never be able to resist bringing the ocs into this... Ramicruz bodyswap... How would that go :3

Don't forget that Azul has to get used to the fact that his (Jade’s) hands are totally stationary. I've already talked about him psyching himself out with the jaw but it's so funny that he feels SOMETHING foreign but it's not his silly smart tentacles, and he expects them to move and react with/alongside him only for them to stay stationary what's wrong?? then he accidentally finds the way to use the extra jaw and he does not like it... it's like manually breathing he's ALWAYS aware of it.

As for Jade...

He was aware Azul’s limbs had personal autonomy, so to speak– they would write on their own, fetched food when it was nearby and, on the rare occasion, hit things out of frustration, but this reaction wasn't any of the sort.

His hands... we're *spazzing out*– flexing so hard it hurt and jerking unnaturally– and while he was also aware that Azul's nervous system was a particularly sensitive one, he was not prepared for the immediate tears that sprung in the corner of his eyes when he failed to make them cease.

"Hm... Azul. Your hands are moving outside of my control."

However funny it was to hear Azul's voice wobble unsteadily like it just did, knowing it was himself... left things to be desired.

A different pair of hands grabs the ones he's holding out and gives them a tight *squeeze*, significantly lessening the severity of the outburst.

"You're panicking so *they're* panicking, you buffoon!"

Jade Leech had never sounded so infuriated.

"This is the first time I hear you talk about your limbs as if they were individuals."

Azul– wearing his face– turns a vicious shade of pink that does not look good on him. He attempts to push his glasses up his nose, only to nearly poke his eyes out, diverting them towards the floor. "I– I only talk to Mama and Grandmother about them, since they're– they're more experienced, all right? This is an occasion where speaking about them is essential, so I must beg you... do not bring this up at a later date. Ever."

Jade places a hand over his heart, only to immediately correct the angle, realizing it was not 'Azul' like enough. That, and the hand was still somewhat intent on disobeying.

something something the more people aware of the curse the slower it wears off there /j

any body Azul switches to is a MAJOR ass power trip bruh first Riddle now Jade. They're all terrified when he does something it's so good. he goes "Heh, heh, heh..." and the lounge all feel chills going down his spine SATAN LEECH. The only thing he dislikes is that he has to take a disgustingly *passive* approach to things. He's only now realized how often he gesticulates in conversation, posing as Jade.

For Jade, it's no big deal really. he's observed Azul and all his behaviors since middle school. acting out said behaviors should he nooo big deal... he has some bumps along the road, but thankfully, nothing that can't be excused. He is, after all, Azul Ashengrotto, and everyone knows they can get their lives ruined by Azul.

Their biggest shared hurdle being... Riddle. Azul is dating Riddle, so there's expected affection between the two of them, but Azul is in Jade's body, so he's learning WITH Riddle all day. They pick up where they left off in class and 'Jade' uses a formula that he hasn't been using up to now... when asked he's like "I observed Azul tutoring a couple of underclassmen... truly benevolent, isn't he?" Azul's ass has to fight the urge to yap all damn day he wants to talk to his boyfriend so bad to himself GODAMMIT.

ugh Riddle... Jade will totally sabotage Azul with information...

"Thank you for meeting me here."

Riddle crosses his arms, observing the mushroom patch that he was invited to this late at night. "It's no issue. It's not curfew, after all–"

Azul holds a small envelope in front of him, smile... odd. He can't seem to put his finger on it just yet, but he has no reason to suspect that whatever is being handed ot him is against the rules...

"I hope what you find in this envelope with encourage your heart to forgive me for your transgressions."

Gently, he takes it, already moving to break the seal.

"I'd advise you not open it until you make it to your dormitory. It's rather sensitive information, and I'm... embarrassed."

Riddle raises a brow. Azul does not look the least bit embarrassed, he looks *giddy*, in fact– but his curiosity only grows. He nods, and Azul moves slowly– another thing that's odd, usually, when he complied with a request of his, he'd smile, or clasp his hands together with a definitive *clap*, or–

He huffs. "Alright. Good night, Azul."

"Goodnight, Riddle."

With his back turned, he pouts. Not 'dearest'? Not any other nickname?

—

At his bedroom, he's nearly forgotten about the envelope. He's not even sure if he *wants* to open it, but ultimately, he decides to move his letter opener across the seal.

Multiple papers flutter out, and he gasps, crouching to pick them up at once. Turning the first one around, he finds himself unexpectedly face-to-face with... a picture. A boy with gray skin and wide, watery eyes, eyes so strikingly ice-blue and pale hair fixed the best it could on an environment where it floated– they were pictures of Azul as a boy. School photos, class photos, a candid where he peeked from a kitchen counter...

Riddle can't help it– it's cute! Perhaps he *could* forget about today's events...

Meanwhile, back at Octavinelle, 'Azul' smiles. It was a small price to pay, giving away some of his collection of scavenged childhood photos– but an ultimately worthwhile one.

Ramicruz body swap everything is way to sensitive for Cruz and suddenly he's very very eepy. His first course of action is to further care for Rami's skin and hair without him squirming. The feathers are alarming, and he didn't know he has THAT many... they're not just in his hair...

In Rami's case in Cruz's body... everything feels like it's been dulled. He doesn't see the big deal about the one curl in his face, though. He's totally human and weaker and it's crazy...

[quadballz]

𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓; arc I

I. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥

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A RAGGED OLD notebook was clenched tightly in her arms as she and Yasuho hid behind a wall of dirt, both almost out of breath. "I...didn't even get to...show you what...I found," heaved (y/n) through heavy breaths, peering over the wall to make sure they had really lost Joshu. There was no sight of him so far, but that meant nothing. Joshu was an obsessed idiot that only affirmed her family motto— "Never trust a 'Jojo' as they are nothing but bad luck"— and in hindsight, she really should have listened.

But all that she was focused on now was making sure the guy didn't come anywhere close to Yasuho.

(y/n) looked at her friend, finding her to be much paler than she had before; "Nevermind," mumbled (y/n), pushing aside what she had been itching to tell the other girl, "are you okay? You don't look too good." Yasuho hummed lowly while holding her palm to her forehead, "...dizzy...can't stand up properly..." (y/n)'s brow furrowed and she leaned over to place a hand on Yasuho's forehead while simultaneously moving Yasuho's hand. Yasuho hummed again at the coolness of her touch, leaning into it and making (y/n)'s face flush. Her eyes looked anywhere but at the girl in front of her, only to find a man in the dirt a few meters away.

"Who the hell is that?!" she screeched, falling back onto the dirt as Yasuho jumped towards her, both girls embracing each other on instinct. "Wha-what do you want?!" shouted Yasuho, slightly out of breath as they stared for any indication of movement from him and only receiving muffled words. They looked at each other with a raised brow, Yasuho slowly inching toward the man in the dirt. (y/n) panicked internally and crept behind her, looking over the girl's shoulder with caution.

"Hey, are you alive?" she questioned as they stayed against the wall, "what the hell are you doing down there?" The shirtless man (she hadn't noticed until they had gotten closer) lifted his chin just enough for them to see his face, making (y/n)'s face burn— damn, was he good-looking. Yasuho backed away slightly and brought her out of her thoughts as he lifted a hand towards them. It wasn't until Yasuho noticed blood on his shoulder that her demeanor changed instantly from fear to worry.

"Can you hear me?! Are you seriously injured?! Are you dying?! Why are you buried in the ground?! Would you like me to call for help?!" she cried only for him not to reply as (y/n) pulled her phone out to take pictures. Yasuho's head spun to the side, looking at her in dismay as she took pictures of the man. "What?" asked (y/n) innocently as if what she was doing was normal, "I needed a pretty guy like him as reference for my manga." Yasuho rolled her eyes playfully with a soft smile.

"Kishibe (y/n), you are the craziest woman I have ever met." (y/n) gave her a grin before going back to taking more pictures as Yasuho dialed the police, "why thank you, miss!" As Yasuho made the call, (y/n) stopped her picture-taking, looking over the man's dazed face carefully, taking in every detail of his face and neck- a star. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of it, reaching for the notebook she had left up by in the dirt immediately. "Someone should be here soon to help— (y/n)?" Yasuho stopped to look at her panicked friend who flipped through the pages of the notebook she had wanted to show her earlier.

"A-A star! A star birthmark! I know great-great-grandma mentioned it in here!" Yasuho turned to look at the blood and birthmark closer, finding the wound to be a bite-mark. "Bite marks? Hard to tell...perhaps he was bitten by some wild animal? But what would leave those kinds of marks behind? Definitely made by some kind of teeth... What exactly did this?" Yasuho mumbled to herself while pulling her phone out to take a picture as her best friend flipped hurriedly through the notebook's pages. (y/n) flipped one final page and took a shaky breath, but his ragged voice interrupted before she could say another word.

"Hirose...Yasuho...Is that correct? Your...name?"

The two girls stared in shock as he looked around in confusion and then looked at (y/n), "and you...you're Kishibe...(y/n)?" They could only continue staring dumbfoundedly until his head fell into the mud with gurgling sounds. Yasuho screamed and (y/n) quickly threw the book over her shoulder, vividly remembering the words it had said inside— "Always help a Joestar as they are the bravest  and noblest people you will ever meet." She didn't hesitate to grab his hand, attempt to pull him out and let Yasuho help by pulling at her waist. With a few heaves and pulls, they were finally able to pull him out.

"Great-great-grandma never mentioned Joestars were this heavy," grumbled (y/n) as Yasuho slipped out from underneath her, looking at her phone whose screen showed the birthmark as a transparent bubble. "(y-y/n)! Look, it's transparent!" (y/n) peered at the image on the screen, almost choking on her spit as she held the man in her arms; he had a stand. Then again, the notebook said her Joestar had the ability too. (y/n) turned back to the guy, scanning his...naked form. To both their surprise, they found...four.

"Wait a second- four balls?" she stammered in disbelief, tilting her head to look at the guy's face as Yasuho freaked out behind her, "...mind if I get a picture for reference?" She got no response from the man and decided that the image in her head would be more than enough for any art purposes whatsoever. Instead, she let herself look over his face; from his eyelashes back down to the star mark on his neck.

"Yasuhooo~ (y/nnnnn)~ What're ya two doing? Having fun without me?"

Both girls sighed as he looked at the three with wide eyes, not liking the way the man was laying in-between them. He huffed with an odd look on his face, reaching down to grab an alarmingly large rock. "What the fuck is going on here~ Indeed, what the fuck is going oooooon~ Go on explain yourselves if you can! I'm waiting~" he sang eerily as he stomped over slowly. "Joshu, I swear to god, don't start shit or we're going to have a problem," grumbled (y/n) as he staggered over to them.

He didn't seem to even acknowledge her warning and continued walking towards them, "p-pretty cocky thinking you can touch my Yasuho and (y/n)...piece of shit." Yasuho went wide-eyed and grabbed the other girl's arm in a panic. "He thinks we fooled around with him, (y/n)!" she screeched as (y/n) stared at the man in front of her with distaste. "One, just say sex. Two, he's pretty hot so why not let Joshu think what he wants," (y/n) stated, sneakily pulling out her stand in precaution.

Yasuho went red and moved in front of her and the naked man, making (y/n) freeze as Joshu grimaced and pushed her aside harshly. "Step aside, Yasuho!" (y/n) went cold as she watched Yasuho roll across the ground, dirt rising around her. "Yasuho—" She too was then thrown to the side before she could react, hitting the ground in the same way. Her head shot up to witness as Joshu held the rock higher above the man's head, ready to smash it down onto his head.

"Dammit, Joshu! Homogenic—"

She stopped as the man grabbed Joshu's arm and placed a fist under his neck, preventing Joshu from proceeding with his actions. Yet even still, Joshu had managed to get the upper hand just slightly enough to hit him in the back of the head, making Yasuho scream. "Here comes the finisher, asshole!" (y/n) panicked as her stand stood beside her, "fuck! what's the opposite of rock? No, earth! Uh...Air?" Before she could make her stand do anything, a bubble popped from his neck, floating over calmly towards Joshu's eyes.

"You're as good as dead, you worthless shit stain! Kill or be killed!" A sudden pop made Joshu stop in his tracks, eyes completely black. Or maybe it was that they were just gone completely. "Huh? My...eyes," stammered Joshu, turning his head back and forth wildly, "what the fuck...?! My eyes! Huh?!" (y/n) watched with her hand slapped over her mouth, letting her eyes trail over to the naked man who she believed may have been a Joestar.

She ignored the cries (and the vomiting) of Joshu, still staring at the very pretty man who had left Joshu and himself out cold on the dirt. She and Yasuho shakily stood up, looking at the aftermath of the bizarre fight. "This is yours, right?" asked the pink-haired girl, handing her the ragged notebook, "what was it that you were going to say earlier?" (y/n) crouched down beside the man, letting her fingers brush over the mark with a smile upon her lips.

"NOTHING... BUT I THINK I FOUND A JOESTAR."

[robin-holloway]

What’re The Odds? || Robin & Jonah

“Holy fucking shit.” The ruffian spoke when she saw his familiar face, the corner of a her lips turning upwards into a smirk as she leaned forward on the bar counter. “You’re . . . Jonah, right? That bar guy in Detroit?” She asked, raising her eyebrows. She was mostly certain he was, but it had been about a year since she’d seen him, and that had only been a drunken one night stand. What were the odds meeting him again in a bar, in Denver no less? She of course didn't know that he was from here. “Do you remember me? I’ll be super offended if you say no.” She joked. ( @jonahsadvice )

[gaycey-sketchit]

(Gary anon) Quick news recap: Nothing reallyy new from it, just a recount of the PWC and each of Ash's Pokemon. Except Dracovish. :P Though we do get a SW/SS code for it. (We did get a preview of Ash vs Cynthia and based on it, it seems like it will be a hard battle to watch. No Dragonite redemption it seems. Cynthia uses her in-game team, no Kommo-o or Lucario. We'll get her flashback during Leon vs Diantha. Waiting for subs, but based on what JPN fans are saying, Cynthia stated she'll retire.)

Oh hey, I was just (finally) typing up my response to your other messages when I saw the notification for this one! What're the odds?

Ooh, I've heard about the distribution codes for them! Pretty neat--apparently they're all male except the genderless Dracovish, so I guess Ash's team has been confirmed all boys this time? I don't remember seeing if their natures were also set, but it'd be nice if they did have set natures matching their personalities.

Oof. Poor Dragonite. Oh well.

Cynthia retiring? Oh man, I wonder who would take her place as Sinnoh's champion.

[a-grade-cuck]

ur tumblr make me wanna go dress panties too! what're the odds!

You know full well that I should be saying that to you :P

[rogue-barnes-16]

THE WAR SONG

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Genre: angsty (fluff if you squint your eyes)

Tags: —

Warnings: language, emotions

A/N: this is NOT a song fic, so I'm not writing down the lyrics, sorry guys. However, I left the link to the song here, because it worth listening to it. You don't have to tho, this isn't inspired by the song, it's just an idea that came to my mind while I was listening to it. Enjoy guys, feedback is always appreciated <3

Rogue-barnes-16 masterlist

"Hi Steve!" We heard Y/n coming into the living room with her headphones on an her laptop. She sat down with crossed legs on a different couch.

Steve paused the movie we were watching an smiled at Y/n "hey Y/n!" she took off her headphones, opening the laptop and laying it over her legs. "no work today?"

"I have to write a couple of mission reports" she informed Steve, like I wasn't there. I coughed and she glanced at me. "are you going to talk to me, James?" she waited a couple of seconds for me to answer "no? Okay."

She put on the headphones again and Steve gave me an scolding glance before plugging the 'play' button to resume the movie.

I'd gotten mad at Y/n a couple of days ago because she had eaten all my favorite sweets. I know, it was something stupid, but I didn't want to apologize, and she didn't have to do it either, so here we were.

I was so immersed in the movie that I almost jumped when Steve nudged me. "what?" I asked annoyed, but he just smile and tilted his head towards Y/n prompting me to look at her.

She had a huge smile on her face and was moving her shoulders at the rhythm of whichever song she was listening to. Steve poked her leg and she looked up at us, taking off her headphones. "what's it?"

"what're you listening to?" he asked, and she formed a small 'o' with her lips.

"Uhm" she disconnected her headphones from her laptop and smiled at us. "you probably know this one" looking at the laptop, she pressed play. "it's from the 40's"

We just needed two verses of said song to know which one was. "the war song" I was the first one to talk, earning a curious glance from Y/n.

"Oh, so now you talk?" she obviously didn't mean to start an argument, she was just teasing, but something about that song made me upset. I just couldn't remember what was it.

Steve frowned at me "do you remember that song?" I denied, pursing my lips. I wasn't completely lying, I actually didn't remember it, but I remembered that it was a happy song that made me sad.

I got up quickly, not wanting to see Steve's or y/n's faces. "I think I'll go to my room" and with that, I left the living room.

I was fucking shaking. What was in that song to push me to the verge of an anxiety attack?

Y/N'S P. O. V.

"what the hell was that?" I whispered to Steve, following Bucky with my gaze until he dissappeared. That was odd. "what the fuck is the war song?"

"we'll meet again, by Vera Lynn" I nodded, prompting him to continue talking. "it was written for World War II, specifically for the soldiers"

Okay, so it brought back memories from the war that he wanted to forget. But, that wasn't possible. "But he said he doesn't remember the damn song"

Steve shrugged, his elbows resting against his thighs, his gaze down. "I don't know. Maybe he remembers the feelings the song caused him" he thought out loud. "maybe he remembered the battles but not the song, maybe he lied and he remembered all"

I pursed my lips. "Okay, I have an idea" I got up, grabbing the laptop and leaving the headphones there. "keep watching the movie, Stevie. I'll talk to him" Steve nodded, smiling at me and diverted his attention to the movie

I walked to Bucky’s room and I knocked the door before getting in. "it's open" he said, and I walked in, closing the door behind me.

"Hey" I whispered with a smile on my face. He smiled back and I walked towards him, crawling onto the bed and sitting besides him "you okay?"

He shrugged, looking at the wall in front of us. "I'm upset, I just don't remember why" he replied absently. "I think I didn't like the song. I-I just don't remember why. It's frustrating"

I nodded and put the laptop in front of us. "maybe if you listen to the entire song" I explained, turning on the music. "you'll remember"

He nodded and we sat there, listening to the song in silence. After the the chorus, Bucky got up and, after putting the song on replay, he walked to the middle of the room. "dance with me doll" I frowned, but I still walked towards him, "c'mon, you were practically dancing in the living room."

I shrugged smiling "Okay" I twirled towards Bucky and he stopped me, placing a hand over my waist and holding with his free one one of mines. I smiled, letting my free hand travel to his back and rest against his shoulder.

He leaned on me, resting his cheek against my temple while we danced slowly. "I think it was because I heard it when I got drafted." he spoke lowly. "I-I think I never enlisted. That's why the song upsets me. I think it- it reminds me that they made me go" my eyes opened widely an I heard his voice cracking with the next sentence. "I... I think I never told Steve"

I chewed my lip, pulling him closer. "I'm sorry Buck. You didn't deserve any of this." he kept swaying with me, but I knew he needed to hear something else. "I won't tell Steve about this."

He visibly relaxed, nodding slightly "thanks, doll" he pulled away just enough for him to kiss my forehead. Even though he was quick, I caught a glimpse of his now bloodshot eyes.

"Hey, soldier" I called him. He just hummed to make me know he was listening. "keep smiling through" I sang quietly along with the song "just like you always do" he buried his forehead in the crook of my neck, and I noticed a small smile against my skin. "til the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away."

I rested my forehead against his chest, just before feeling chills due to the peck he planted on my neck. "keep singing. I like the song when you sing it"

I smiled, closing my eyes. "They'll be happy to know, that as you saw me go, I was singing this song" another smile, another peck. I let out a giggle and kept singing. "we'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when" he lifted his head slightly, his cheek brushing my temple again. "but I know we'll meet meet again some sunny day"

"Y/n, I was a coward back in the day" I pulled away, ready to argue with him, but as soon as I was face to face with him, he leaned on, kissing my lips briefly. "I don't want to be a coward anymore" he chewed his lips and I stood there shocked, still swaying. "I like you. I really do."

"I don't know what to say, Buck" I whispered. He just smiled, he didn't step back, he didn't storm away, he didn't ask me to go, and the most important, he didn't seem scared.

He just smiled and pulled me closer again, back to our initial position "you don't have to say anything doll, I just needed to let it out."

"Bucky?" he hummed again, and I chewed my lower lip. "I like you too."

[letterstosomeoneinportland]

Probability. What're the odds?

Hi SG, How's it going? ---- P sure I'm addicted to coffee by now. ---- I've learned so much about welfare and social services and shit. ---- I did scripting today. Go me. ---- Deadlift and front squat today. Been adding in a lot more curls, too. For the girls or something. But not really, because romance is dead to me. ---- Not necessarily the particular thing, but of things happening multiple times, yeah. The core of statistical modeling is taking taking established facts, factors and data, and then running lower-risk, lower-cost simulations of your desired project. From there, your two primary concerns are volume and accuracy. The closer you can get your simulations to match the real-world circumstances, the more accurate your results will be, even if the event has never happened before in reality. At perfect world-simulation, your probability, for all intents and purposes (and ignoring the issues of quantum mechanics), is always going to be 100% Confidence intervals are therefore simply a measure of your model's inability to account for all possible factors in simulation creation. The more something has happened before, the more sure you can be that it will happen again in the same way. Again, barring certain extremes, I can say with 100% confidence that gravity will act as a force in a specific way. It will attempt to pull things together at a specific level of force. However, I can't tell you exactly how gravity will affect a particular plane falling to earth. Maybe that plane was loaded with more cargo, maybe the earth was slightly denser in that area- I might be able to give you a decent estimate of how the plane will fall, but the precise trajectory is based on more factors than I can account for, even though a lot of those factors have also occurred before and can be mapped out. ---- Goodnight.