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wonderlandwalker · 3 months ago

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Second Chances | Eddie Munson x Reader

Stranger Things Masterlist / Inbox Summary: Eddie royally screws up your first date (read part 1 here) Content Warnings / Tags: fluff (i think), swearing, the worst luck ever, no use of y/n, henderson!reader, reader is described to have some freckles idk, prolly a lot of spelling errors that I'll fix later read now at your own will Word Count: 1.4k A/N: so I kinda went through some trauma this past month but I just started ADHD meds and surprise surprise they work. Still didn't proofread this and am purely posting it cause I literally just wrote all of it in one go and I have poor impulse control even the meds can't fix that

He was late, and he only knew he was late because Wayne had gotten home and wondered what he was still doing at home. Now normally Wayne wouldn't have bothered grilling the guy, but Eddie hadn't been able to shut up about this for a week. Turns out this day was the day the kitchen clock had decided to stop working, resulting in a TV remote being flung at it the moment Eddie realised, because, of course, it had to be today, of course, his luck would run out again. But Wayne wouldn't let him give up that easily, because as he said it: "fate can go fuck itself, go over there and grovel", which honestly wasn't such a bad idea. So here he was now, definitely speeding, definitely more nervous than he already was, and definitely praying to any god who would listen for help. Because this was your first date, a date he didn't think would happen in the first place and he has already managed to screw it up without even being there. In an after thought he came to the further realization that he definitely did not want to face Dustin any time soon, the boy had become oddly protective of you once his friends actually clued him in on what was happening, which was obvious to everyone -except as established Dustin- with the way Eddie's eyes would trail after you every time he managed to spot you. He was trying to hype himself up, talk some confidence into himself and find a good way to apologize, not that he thought there were any. But just as he turned the corner to your block he heard it, he heard the worst possible sound on earth at this moment, he heard the sirens to Hopper's car. For a sweet small second, he allowed himself to believe Hopper wasn't after him, there was someone else committing a traffic violation on the other side of the street. Yeah, that's exactly what was going on, on the other side of this very much empty street was a car with a bunch of teens hooking up and Hopper had turned on his siren as a warning so he could put his clothes back on. Thinking about it, that wasn't even such a wild idea, like, that has happened to him before, well, except for the empty street anomaly. Right, time to face the music: Eddie came to a stop only about a hundred meters away from your house and rolled down his window as Hopper approached. Eddie shook out face to rid himself of the nerves and turned on his best smile. "So what's your excuse this time?" The Police Chief began to ask. Eddie quirked up at the question "It's not like the other times Jim I promise." Hopper looked him up and down squinted his eyes at him, cocking his head down just the slightest bit "How many warnings have I given you this month kid?" Eddie sighed, he knew where this was going. "Two" "Which makes this?" "The third" Eddie answered, dragging out his words. "Third warning kid, gotta write you up today" Hopper began to grab the police pad in his back pocket to write up the incident report, but Eddie was not above begging, at least not currently. "Listen, Jim-, Mr Hopper-, Sir, you can give me the ticket but can you please give it to me sometime else-" he was frantically moving his hands while talking now "- I'll even come by the station and pick it up myself tomorrow morning first thing but I have to-" And of course, things had to get worse:

The gods hadn't listened to his hasty prayers, because he could see Dustin in your open front door attempting to push you outside while pointing at Eddie's van. And he could tell the moment you spotted him because he could feel a small nerve entering his system, he could feel your presence connecting with his. And Hopper was asking him to please step out of the car right now. So he did, he stepped out and saw you give him a small wave which he tried to return except Hopper was snapping him out of the trance you still had on him from the other side of the street. So Eddie gave it one last-ditch attempt "Hopper please" "Alright let's hear it, what's your excuse?" Eddie's eyes brightened with the bit of hope he had just grabbed. "I have a date" he tried to explain "A date with who?" The chief wasn't gonna admit it, but the kid had grabbed his interest. So Eddie started rambling about how you two had met and how it should be your first date and then he caught your eyes again and he couldn't hear it but his mind filled in the blanks as he watched your soft giggling while looking at the situation unfold and he felt all his tension drop out of his body at once, he felt at ease from the way your eyes searched his, instantaneously so. "Wait a second, Claudia's daughter?" Hopper was looking over at the porch now too as your mother came out of the house as well. "That's not a great first impression" "Tell me about it" Eddie was trying to ignore reality as hard as he could right now. "Alright here's what's gonna happen, giving you one more warning but it's coming out of your tolerance next month" Hopper had assumed his dad stance, a hand on his hip and the other pointed straight at Eddie, and if he hadn't been oh so terribly grateful right now he would have been tempted to make fun of him for it. "Yes, yes! Definitely that please!" Hopper released one last sigh before he spoke back up "Go on over there then" Eddie took the olive branch and ran away with it before he could change his mind. With his van performing some emergency parking down the road he ran over to you just as you shooed off Dustin, and now he stood face to face with you, he stood close enough to count the fading summer freckles on the bridge of your nose and to smell the perfume he had started associating with you, and he wanted more time to admire how well he could see you right now but he had more pressing business. "I'll make this up to you I promise" He knew his promise probably wasn't worth much, but he had to try anyway. He had already started internally debating if it was worth getting down on his knees to beg as a smile cracked on your face. "This is exactly what Dustin predicted would happen" You were full-on grinning now, and it took him a second to comprehend that you weren't upset, you were amused, and he was confused. "He what?" "When he found out we had a date this weekend he tried to convince me you'd be at least an hour late with the Hopper on your ass I'm just stunned at his accuracy" Maybe this really was his year after all "So you're not upset?" "I'm just upset I owe that nosy dipshit money now" And now Eddie was laughing too because you started asking him if he wanted to just skip his reservation which you guys had missed anyway and go to the drive-in because you had heard they were playing Monty Python. So Monty Python it was as he drove there and got both the sweet and the salty popcorn because he wasn't sure which you'd prefer and spent the rest of the evening what he'd say was the perfect time. But he wasn't done yet, he had promised to make things up to you and this was only the beginning for him, a beginning to many good times ahead.

[@saradika-graphics still being my go-to for dividers] Taglist: @vicurious28, @arlxtoa, @em0220, @madyoghurt, @saturnsbxtchx, @maskofmirrors

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femmeleatherface · 16 days ago

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the thing about the daroga in the book that i don't think any adaptation (that i've seen, anyway) has really gotten right is that leroux sets us up from the introduction that he is really amazing and totally trustwothy

so while for most of the book the characters are all suspicious of him and say he has the evil eye and whatnot, the reader benefits from dramatic irony and knows any gut xenophobic instincts they may be experiencing are wrong, because the author himself already clued us in before the story started that this mysterious man is actually good and important

(which in term sets up the overarching message of the novel later hammered in with erik about not judging by appearances, accepting outsiders, valuing the contributions of people who would otherwise be ostracized by society lest they become the very monsters we make them out to be, etc. etc. etc...)

the adaptations... don't have that initial clue-in, so for the most part they end up feeding gut xenophobic instincts. the daroga wanders around and the characters and audience both wonder who he is and what he's up to. we are given no alternative viewpoint on him except the white characters' suspicious and often racist reactions

it's at its worst when the adaptations intentionally make him more stereotypical or "exotify" him by giving him eyeliner, a menacing character design, a forced silly/sinister accent, etc. the 1991 musical is probably the least egregious in this regard, but that's really only because he's set up in his first scene as comic relief and presented as a little too incompetent to be a threat

and sure, in the end of all these adaptations we learn the truth and get the same point across--he is a perfectly trustworthy guy and, like erik, we should not be afraid of him just because he is different--but i REALLY think we miss something and detriment his character by not getting clued in on at least some of his deal from the start

honestly, if we were ever to get that perfect adaptation where he is included and portrayed as actually important, i think the only way you could really avoid this would be to:

present the story as a frame narrative, the way the book did

deviate from the book a bit and give him slightly more to do at the start, have us actually see him doing helpful things outside of all the white characters' sphere of knowledge so we have another perspective to draw upon. it doesn't need to reveal everything about him yet (we still want suspense, after all), but should still make it clear that he is not a bad guy, just misunderstood by the people around him

#screaming into the void #poto #the daroga #nadir khan #i'm not going to act like the portrayal of the daroga is flawless as a critique of xenophobia and orientalism. it's not #the daroga is an indistinct hodgepodge of “oriental” traits that fail to distinguish between different cultures and groups #but i do respect leroux for making the attempt even if he didn't always get it right #anyway gotta go seeing a movie now cheerio

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thekatebridgerton · 7 months ago

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Today on another episode of stories I'm too sleep deprived to write: Jekyll and Hyde Bridgerton boys au

Since the Bridgerton boys tend to get so bipolar around their love interest, what if it was actually a day/night curse that only true love can... blend in.

Take Anthony, Benedict and Colin, respectable gentlemen by day, rakes by night.

During daylight, Anthony is respectfully courting Edwina and trading barbs with Kate, but during any night time ball he's cornering Kate in dark libraries and whispering sensually in her ear about all the things he wants to do to her. Kate finds him distasteful at first, easily cluing in that during daylight hours, Anthony is too rational to attempt to seduce her, and running away from him during night time balls, but his changes in mood are getting out of hand, she's taken to staying at home for the past number of balls and Edwina swears that Viscount Bridgerton is beginning to scare her. The less of Kate he sees at night, the more his ungentleman side wants to have her. And Kate is running out of options to avoid him, she's falling for him and if she doesn't do something drastic she's going to end up ruined, or worse, married to the insufferable man, so in a last ditch attempt to save herself she's just announced she's going to India... Now Anthony's unrestrained side has started blending in with his good one in an attempt to stop Kate from leaving him and it's not good, not good at all

Benedict thought he was spared the most unsavory sides of the curse, some night time debauchery here and there was a small price to pay for keeping his reputation as the ton's darling. That until he met the lady in silver, and for the first time the wild side of the curse got out of control. The one that got away drove his nocturnal self mad with want. For 2 years he fought against it only for Sophie Beckett to bring it out of him more strongly than before. Sophie Beckett isn't scared of anything, she should be scared of Benedict, who gets her a job in the morning, then demands she be his mistress at night. But she's figured that even at his worst she can push him back and he won't hurt her. Sure he's determined to help her establish herself independently during daylight and demands she depend only on him during his nighttime adventures, but Sophie is strong, she's dealt with worse. At least until gentlemen daylight Benedict starts seducing her in a very rakish way. And wild untamed nighttime Benedict starts romancing her like a gentleman in love

Colin... Well Colin has always known he's cursed. He learned to work around it, keeping his darker nature under control with decadent food and debauched travels and the occasional gambling. Until Penelope Featherington asked his nighttime self for a kiss and got in the way of his neatly laid plans. Penelope is clever, too clever, his daylight self might hate her, but oh his nighttime self can't live without her and she thrives on it. Truly it irks Colin to know that she prefers him at his worst during the night and rejects his at his best during daylight. She with her lady Whistledown secrets, smiling as she indulges his every hungry whim during secret nighttime meetings and then pretends the man she's taken for lover is not Colin Bridgerton. If she didn't frustrate him so, he might think himself inlove with her. Penelope Featherington knows Colin's secret, truthfully she doesn't mind if he knows hers, as lady Whistledown its only fair that he knows she can ruin his life if he dares to ruin hers. His nighttime self is fun, savage, and completely enamored with her body, nothing like daylight Colin. Penelope adores that side of him. Part of her doesn't even want to admit they're the same person because Daylight Colin is the popular charmer of the ton who can't even look her in the eye and calls her his dear friend. But nighttime Colin is hers and he doesn't demand anything out of her as her lover, truly its the best arrangement in the world... That is until an overprotective Colin Bridgerton ravishes her in a carriage and proposes marriage in front of all her family, all in the same morning. Could it be his two personalities are blending??

And Gregory Bridgerton, he's seventeen and afraid, very afraid about when he'll reach a point where his curse will be triggered and what that will mean for his best friend Lucy Abernathy. Because Greg knows he's going to respect Lucy till the day he dies, but he also knows he can't live without her and he can almost feel the want in his bones, how little it would take for his Lucy to be his undoing and the reason he needs to lock himself up at night... It's going to happen eventually but Gregory hopes it takes longer than a few years, for Lucy's sake and for his own.

#bridgerton #polin #kanthony #benophie #Bridgerton au #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #penelope fetherington #colin bridgerton #'magic' bipolar au #the girl Bridgertons lose rationality full time when meeting their true love and that's their curse

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strayheartless · 1 month ago

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🎶Prompto headcanons!🎶:

Secret boy genius? Secret boy genius. Prompto is an incredible marksman. His mathematical ability is off the charts. He’s never actually failed a piece of homework and thus Noctis has never failed a piece of homework. Prompto does, however, have the worlds worst imposter syndrome so he downplays his ability so much that people think he’s slightly dim.

He went through a phase of aggressively straightening his hair and dowsing it in hairspray to make it sit flat. Humidity has always been his worst enemy.

He had a small crush on Ignis for a while. Noctis is the only one who knows and has ribbed him mercilessly for it. Now that crush is a hero worship fuelled by professional admiration and a general like of being fed good food.

His favorite colour is yellow and the very specific shade of blue that is Noctis’ eyes. That second one is a secret.

He is surprisingly neat. After living alone for so long he’s pretty clued in about domestic tasks like steam cleaning carpets and scrubbing grout. Living on the road, he is usually the one who straightens the tent out or does a cursory straighten up of whatever motel/ hotel room they are in.

Prompto is a formidable air guitar champion. He prides himself on his prouesse in making it look like he actually knows how to play guitar. It took a lot of staring at moogtube videos and practising in the bedroom mirror.

He loves the idea of having kids of his own but has no idea how to actually deal with kids. He does get there eventually but there’s always that awkward ten minute period where he’s wondering “is it too soon to offer to teach them blackjack?”

He has a lot of random photos of Noct on his camera and and his phone. Some stupid and blurred, some of them candid and beautiful. Some of them he’s specifically made Noctis pose for. His highschool photography project hinged on putting Noctis in the royal pond in a floaty elvish type black robe and almost giving Noct hypothermia. It was worth it for the “Ophelia of the lake” style shots he got of him.

He likes Chocobo’s better than people. And he and umbra “understand eachother in a spiritual level”. Noct says he’s full of shit. Prompto says Noct is just jealous of their connection. The fact that Carbuncle is ALSO very fond of Prompto is just the icing on the cake really

#prompto argentum #ffxv #ffxv prompto #happy birthday prompto #final fantasy xv #minor promptis #ish #tiny promnis if you squint #I love my chocobaby #prompto headcanons #Prompto Argentum headcanons

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picnokinesis · 11 months ago

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thirteenth doctor and spymaster fic recs

all clear by wreckageofstars (8k, 1 chapter, thoschei/gen) summary: London’s on fire, the Doctor’s trapped in her own head, and only her worst enemy can save her. //I know I literally always rec this author in these lists, I know, but like if you've read these fics, you'll know I'm justified because they are all just brilliant. This one is no exception. The doctor and the master are so wonderfully on point, with this antagonistic push and pull between them both, whilst they both desperately try and avoid the fact that they actually still care deeply for one another - but they also hate each other's guts at the same time! And the master is there to cause problems on purpose whilst the doctor is an absolute mess post-Orphan 55 and making everything worse. An absolute joy of a fic.

the gardener by riptheh (6k, 1 chapter, thoschei/gen) summary: The Master kills because it's all he has left. Until it's not. //I had a reaaaally hard time picking fics for this post, because there are so many fics with thirteen and spymaster that I absolutely adore - but I knew from the get go that this one had to be on here, come what may. It's much more of a character study focused on the master than anything else, but of course anything about the master is also about the doctor - and it's such a beautiful exploration of the master and his relationship with death (and then, life). Just absolutely gorgeous - and surprisingly uplifting by the end? Anyway. This fic got me good, so definitely make sure you check it out.

the art of dying by lupescx (10k, 4 chapters, thoschei) summary: The Master resurfaces into the Doctor's life only to die—one burst of regeneration energy and he's back on his feet. And then he dies again. And again. She can't keep doing this. //The title might have clued you in, but this one is angsty. Extremely angsty. But, wow, it's absolutely brilliant! What a fantastic exploration of the doctor and the master pushed to their absolute limits and unable to escape from an awful, inevitable cycle. It is pretty dark in places (actually a lot of these fics are, so always heed the tags!) but if that's your jive then this story is just such a treat. Highly recommend!

The Frayed by luchia (90k, 16 chapters, thoschei, wip) summary: The TARDIS recruits a rescue team for the Doctor after the Judoon take her away, and the Master really shouldn't go. Particularly if it includes having to hang around a freakish temporal monstrosity like Jack Harkness. Then again, what does he have to lose? He could die, sure, but that means nothing when he always (always always always) comes back, whether he wants to or not. //Okay so, in my humble opinion, this fic is some of the best spymaster characterisation that I've ever seen across the entire fandom. It's exceptional - the prose is just so full of character, brilliantly unreliable and just so SO fascinating and painful in equal measure (can you tell that I like angst? I love angst so much). And also just the imaginativeness of the story itself is absolutely incredible? There's some fantastic things in there about gallifreyan as a language and Time Lord culture and TARDISes - and, of course, the doctor and the master are completely awful in the best kind of way. And if the word count looks too much for you - consider just reading chapter 16. Yep. Just that one. Like, that rewrote my brain. I read it three times the day that it posted, and I've lost count of how many times I've read it since then. So, like, please. But also you should really really read the entire thing because it's brilliant

Ust-Kut by yonderdarling (1k, 1 chapter, thoschei) summary: Unfortunately, the Master survived. Unfortunately, he finds her TARDIS. Unfortunately, he wants to talk. //Okay. So, this fic? Is possibly one of my favourite spydoc fics ever. And you might be thinking "but, taka, it's only 1k, how can it be?" - well, trust me, it just can. Short but sweet but an absolute gut-punch at the same time. Such a fascinating look at the relationship between these two, the push and pull and the knife edge that they're both on all the time - and it's so tactile? I think that's what gets me about it, if I'm honest. Anyway, absolutely beautiful writing - succinct, but boy, does every word count. It's just so so good, guys.

and without you (is how i disappear) by empty_of_dust (4k, 1 chapter, thoschei) summary: “It’s simple,” she says, impassive, like she’s not holding their very history at knife-point. “Start talking, or I start cutting.” //So, funny story, this author only started posting spydoc fic about a year ago, but oh my word, my guys, they are insanely good. They just get these two in a way that drives me absolutely feral, and their writing style is such a joy to read. I was extremely torn on which fic of theirs to rec, but I settled on this one in the end. The sheer concept of it is absolutely brilliant and gut-wrenching in the most spydoc way ever: a mid-s12 doctor uses the history between her and the master as a bargaining tool to get him to tell her what he discovered in the matrix, blood and biting including. But, yknow. just do yourself a favour and read this author's entire body of work because it is extremely worth it. You won't regret it, I'm sure.

i only speak in silences by daring_elm (2k, 1 chapter, gen) summary: The Doctor can't just leave the Master behind, so she sends him a hologram. //do you ever get a fic that you forget exists, and then you find it again and go OHHHH THIS ONE??? That was me with this fic (and, honestly, this author, who has a ton of great stuff that you should all check out). We all know that the doctor and the master are awful at communicating, but this fic is such a wonderful exploration of it - of the ways that they refuse to be vulnerable with each other, the ways that they are so angry with each other, but also can't help but be drawn back to each other all at the same time. An absolute cracker!

awake and unafraid (asleep or dead) by SleepyMaddy (5k, 1 chapter, thoschei) summary: The Doctor has trouble sleeping. The Master, in typical fashion, makes it worse. //There are so many fics by this author that I could recommend on a post like this, but a spydoc rec post has got to have at least one fic on there that plays with O/13, because it's just such brilliant, painful angst in the softest way. And there are a great many fics that explore it, but this one just takes the cake. Impeccable s12 angst wrapped up in o/13 softness, complete with thirteen making terrible decisions for literally the entire thing. Absolutely astounding writing, beautifully in character and just so painful in the best kind of way. This one killed me, guys. It killed me.

chaos theory by BlueLillyBlue (61k, 11 chapters, gen, wip) summary: The TARDIS has crash-landed in England, 2019, and the Doctor is acting cagey. Also, spacetime might be collapsing. So... Yaz's week isn't off to a great start. //Ohhhh man ok ok. This fic. Is a goldmine. This author is just absolutely SPOT ON with how they write thirteen, and their plots are just an absolute delight and tick soooo many boxes for me. They always make the world they're writing in feel so rich and real, whether that's a starving community on a frozen moon or a hotel in Cornwall. But this one is just so up my street because the master is in it, and oh my GOODNESS guys, it's just - it's just so, so good. If you haven't been following this one along already, then get going on that, stat!

together, we average out to dry land by hawkeishest (1k, 1 chapter, thoschei) summary: If she thought about it, really, this was all Ryan’s fault. He was the one who’d touched the statue. Though, to be fair to him, she should have known the temple would have some kind of psychic defence system. And now her head felt like it was cracking open. //I feel like most people have read this one because it's such a classic, but for anyone who missed it or is new to the fandom - this one is a must read. Absolutely fantastic exploration of the doctor and the master's psychic abilities and the connection between them, written with the most gorgeous descriptions. Just brilliant. Go check it out!

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stellaralignment · 10 months ago

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After reading @kira-serialfaggot 's post about inaccessible menus and @butterfly-sapphire post about non-customizable menus figured I now had sufficient excuse to rant about how I hate how every big restaurant's ""solution"" to these two problems is somehow always the worst fucking app I've ever had to use in my life.

So, to clarify real quick. I agree with both previous posts. Places that serve food should have their menu easily accessible somewhere if they have an online presence, and places that let you customize your order need to have that as a feature of any digital ordering solution they implement. Good? Good.

So, a lot of places I've seen (Wendys, Taco Bell, and McDonald to name a few) Have tried to get around how fucking horrible the DD app itself is by making their own apps with DD integration for the actual ordering/serving of delivery orders. Great, this lets them provide their own menu customization options, serve discounts/coupons, and generally have more control over the user experience. Fantastic. As a bonus, this usually also allows you to just look at the menu whenever you want.

Small issue. All of these apps were written by the worst fucking programmers I have ever witnessed in my life. I havn't gotten angry enough to de-compile or try to reverse engineer one yet, but my user experience has been so consistently bad and I've encountered issues that, as a software engineer, I honestly could not tell you how fucked their system has to be in order to allow that to happen.

Allow me to tell you the worst of these. I'm trying to order delivery from a store. It's late, like 7pm, but I know the place is open till 10. I can confirm this on their website (I do later for reasons that will become apparent) and google maps. So I punch in my address, make my order, and go to checkout. Unfortunately, the app tells me "Your payment method failed. Please select a new method and try again". Which was odd, but not unimaginable. I've had issues with my bank in the past. So I swap cards and try again, thinking nothing of it.

Except, my other card doesn't work either. Nor does using PayPal, or Google Pay, or any of the other payment options I tried. I'm getting desperate. I buy some games on steam just to make sure some of these are working, which they are. I was worried, but now that I've confirmed all my money hasn't been siphoned away somehow, I'm just confused and getting annoyed.

So I start going insane. I buy digital gift cards from several different sites and try using them. No dice, payment failed. I try using the website instead of the app, on my phone and PC. Payment failed. I boot up an android studio instance with a brand new virtual phone, install the app on it, and try to order. Again. Payment failed.

I'm starting to wonder if their servers are just completely down. A friend in a different state can order with no problems. A friend in the same town can order with no fanfare.

But my roommates can't. They have the same issue

Payment failed.

So. I'm going insane. I've now spent almost 3 hours attempting to order food, and I'm starving. It is at this point that my anger finally overcomes my social anxiety, and I do the one thing I never thought I'd do.

I call the store in question.

Now, in all of this there was one crucial mistake I made. See, that friend in the same town? Lived on the other side of town. And there's 2 different stores of this franchise in town. We didn't control for this, because the app doesn't let you pick a store anyways when doing delivery. It's hard locked to whatever one is closest, which isn't a terrible thing to do. You need to get the delivery address anyways, and you know where all your store are, so it cuts out a step for me. But having to choose a store might've clued us in to what was going wrong.

Because the store? Was closed. Not just closed, like mega closed. It was being shut down. It hadn't been open for two weeks, and would never be open again. The order was failing because they'd already taken all the computer systems out, and it couldn't confirm to have received the order.

So there was nothing wrong with the payment. Literally nothing I could have done about this. I am just barred completely from ordering because the app defaults to the nearest location for orders, and my nearest location didn't exist anymore.

And you'd think that there would be some way to communicate this to the user when making the app. But for reasons I can only assume are profit motivated (Though I have no idea how the fuck this is more efficient/profitable), the app just defaults to saying the payment failed.

Now, I wouldn't be this mad if this was just "oops edge case lol" where I suffered the unfortunate consequences of some procrastinator forgetting to do the thing that removes stores from the database. Unfortunate but not really anyone I can blame for it. But no. This is just the most extreme example, and it's not even confined to the one app.

Almost every single app like this I've used defaults to saying the payment failed and to try a new payment method when anything goes wrong. No drivers out on DoorDash to actually move the order? Payment failed. You're trying to order a seasonal item that got dropped today? Payment failed. The companies servers actually are down? Payment failed. You're not connected to wi-fi like an idiot and there's actually something you can do to fix the issue that's not related to payment whatsoever? Payment failed.

What the fuck is up with this lazy ass programming? I seriously doubt there's enough technical debt from these apps to justify not having a robust error catching system that communicates with the user what the issue is. By the fucking stars these people love collecting intrusive data, I'm surprised they havn't used this as an excuse to harvest everyone's fucking location at all times and send "error data" back to central.

But just don't tell me my debit card was declined when I'm trying to order a burger and you closed that store two weeks ago.

#journal #rant #i fucking hate food delivery apps #but i'm a poor bitch with no car #and I lived for 3 months off of a BOGO burger coupon once that just never fucking removed itself from my cart even after I ordered #so I continued to cash in on that one coupon for an entire semester #so like don't fix your apps #but don't tell me my fucking bank is broken when you just can't be bothered to update your fuckin store database

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sshbpodcast · 6 months ago

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Character Spotlight: Kathryn Janeway

By Ames

Finally, we’ve made it to the Delta Quadrant in A Star to Steer Her By’s character spotlight series, as we turn our focus to the crew from Voyager. And who better to start us off than our intrepid Intrepid-class leader, Captain Kathryn Janeway? She stalwartly leads the crew through uncharted space, wheels and deals with new alien species, kicks countless asses, and drinks copious amounts of coffee. What’s not to like?

Well, some things, as you’ll see below in our patented list of all Janeway’s Best and Worst Moments throughout the series (and beyond!). What’s in the Delta Quadrant doesn’t actually stay in the Delta Quadrant, you see. So count the number of times Janeway self-destructs the ship as you read on below and listen to our countdown timer over on this week’s podcast episode (T-minus 57:33). There’s coffee in this blogpost!

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Best moments

Ralkana? He said you’d been shot. One of the early gems of Voyager is “Resistance,” and Kate Mulgrew is on high display throughout. When she comes to understand Caylem’s tragic history, Janeway embraces his cause with compassion and empathy. And when the poor, senile man is dying and continues to mistake her for his daughter, Janeway lets him believe his delusions because they’re all he has.

Hello. I’m Captain Kathryn Janeway. Welcome to the Bridge. We joke a lot on A Star to Steer Her By that Janeway’s go-to tactic is self-destructing the ship. And she gets to actually carry that through for the first (but not last) time in “Deadlock,” taking out a whole bunch of Vidiians with her. Lucky for us, a spare Voyager crew (including a bonus Harry and Naomi) are saved as a result, since any other time it’s a trick you can only pull once.

There’s nothing to fear… except Kathryn Janeway Throughout the sensory-overload nightmare fuel that is “The Thaw,” Fear the Clown torments the people within his holo-environment until he crosses paths with Captain Janeway and she proves to be the most cold-blooded of them all. She cleverly tricks him into releasing the hostages before ripping the rug out from under him with the reveal that she isn’t really there.

You’re part of a family now, and you have obligations Watching the crew become more of a family as the seasons progress is a highlight of Voyager, and the way Janeway comes to trust Neelix is lovely to watch. In “Macrocosm,” she makes him an ambassador, and an episode later in “Fair Trade,” her “you’re part of our family” speech when Neelix admits to feeling like he no longer has a purpose on the ship proves how she values him.

Time’s up Not only is “Year of Hell” one of the best two-parters in all of Star Trek, but it also has yet another instance of Janeway destroying the ship! She takes it upon herself to save her crew from the Krenim and their very pretty, very powerful timeship by plowing what’s left of the Voyager directly into that sucker. And she even gets a great sendoff line to go with it!

For what it’s worth, you made a tempting offer If we’ve learned anything from the first several seasons, it’s don’t cross Janeway or she will double-, triple-, or quadruple-cross you right back. Evidently, no one clued in Kashyk in “Counterpoint” because he tries to use her to find a wormhole and nab some telepaths, but she’s been prepared for that the whole time. Pity, the two of them were almost cute together.

I’m a little busy right now, helping a friend It takes her quite a while (most of the series even), but Janeway slowly makes steps to accepting the EMH as people. By “Latent Image,” she’s agreed to let him process his trauma, even though it would be much easier to deal with if she just erased it (again) like the program he is. She even sits with him while he has existential crisis after existential crisis.

Her Royal Highness, Arachnia, Queen of the Spiderpeople! As far as comedy episodes go, “Bride of Chaotica!” is one of our favorites. You can tell everyone’s having so much fun, especially Kate Mulgrew as she throws herself fully into the over-the-top role of Queen Arachnia. Janeway pretending to be a B-movie villainess is just candy to watch, and she saves the invaders from the fifth dimension. All in a day’s work!

I make a better you than you Jake thinks he’s very funny in making me include this one on the Janeway list, but here we go. So Dala in “Live Fast and Prosper” isn’t really Janeway, but she does make cunning deals and schemes with the best of them. And hell, the bonafide Janeway delivers as well by foiling her counterpart’s dastardly plans and throwing her in the brig where she belongs.

I’ll start my own Federation, with blackjack and hookers When the Voyager is stuck in the titular void from “The Void,” everyone’s begging to resort to piracy – it just looks so fun! – but Janeway puts her foot down. Despite being so far from home, she has tried her darndest to unhold Starfleet ideals, and starting her own miniature Federation is her way of showing that people are better when they work together. Void friends forever!

Must’ve been something you assimilated While I could pick on Admiral Janeway for breaking the Temporal Prime Directive in “Endgame,” I’m just too impressed by how she so thoroughly owns the Borg Queen. She knows diplomacy won’t get her anywhere with the Borg, so she lets herself get assimilated to pass on a neurolytic pathogen that takes out the whole collective and saves Voyager!

Set your compass to Starfleet Finally, we’ve been pretty forthright about our love for Star Trek: Prodigy, and Admiral Janeway really gets some great moments to chew the CGI scenery. In the season one finale, “Supernova,” she stands up for the Protostar crew, especially sticking her neck out for Dal in a way that is so pure and supportive that you root for the whole group. We're so excited to watch season two when it’s up on Netflix!

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Worst moments

And if you win you get this shiny banjo made of gold What the whole series boils down to is the long journey to get home from the Delta Quadrant… but it’s kinda Janway’s fault they’re stuck there in the first place due to her needlessly selfless actions in “Caretaker.” And then there are countless opportunities to get home after that that she squanders to uphold Starfleet rules. Who’s gonna know, Janeway?

The Trolley Problem solution for maximum murder Probably the most infamous action Janeway takes is the murder of Tuvix in the eponymous “Tuvix.” Sure, it’s to get two crewmembers back, and I’ve heard that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or the one, but it is straight-up cruel the way she forces Tuvix to medbay against his will, kicking and screaming the whole way that he wants to live.

I couldn’t help it, said the scorpion. It’s my nature. Boy, does Janeway know how to put her crew in needless danger by making snap decisions and then arguing about them a lot (a lot) with Chakotay. Her decision to team up with the Borg in “Scorpion” against the newly introduced Species 8472 is frankly insane. There’s no reasoning with Borg, lady. I’m with Chakotay on this one: you can only trust a scorpion to sting you.

You must comply In “Scorpion,” Janeway promises to return Seven to the collective when they finish the whole Species 8472 thing, but instead Janeway straight up kidnaps the poor drone and makes the decision to deprogram her in “The Gift” like the cult victim Seven is. It’s all entirely against Seven’s wishes and a little uncomfortable to watch because our new Borg has no agency yet.

Get down with your bad self Okay, Jake is being a pill again and insists we include Janeway’s fictional counterpart from “Living Witness” using biogenic weapons against the Kyrians. And yeah, it’s not actually Janeway – it’s a purely fabricated story the Kyrians concocted for their biased history program – but ya know what: I love how diabolical and ruthless this Janeway is so much that I’ll include it.

I’ll be benefiting from other people’s suffering Even more uncomfortable than watching Janeway force individuality on Seven is watching Janeway straight up ignore the DNR from Torres in “Nothing Human.” We sorta get that Seven can’t make her own decisions because she’s essentially a cult victim, but Torres is of sound mind when she refuses to accept surgery from Crell Moset and Janeway won’t hear it.

Sit in the corner and think about what you did We did a whole other blogpost about when it’s a good idea to break or uphold the Prime Directive after watching “Thirty Days.” Janeway refuses to let Tom save the Moneans and throws him in the brig for a month for trying to help them. It’s inconsistent to say the least when captains decide to hide behind the almighty Prime Directive, and Janeway is the biggest offender.

You’re malfunctioning, and you need to be repaired We praised Janeway a moment ago about how she respects the Doctor’s agency in “Latent Image,” but all through the series leading up to that, she struggles to think of him as a sapient person. It’s revealed in this episode that she’d ordered his memories of Jetal wiped as a way to deal with his trauma – something she’d surely never do to one of her solid crew members.

The Handbook on Personal Relationships is three centimeters thick Season 5 is well represented in this list, and you’d think that after that long, Janeway would have a modicum of respect for her forever ensign, Harry Kim. But in “The Disease,” she sets a double standard out of nowhere that crew members can’t bang aliens without permission. Hello? Janeway, everyone has already broken that, not just Harry, your special little boy.

Every captain gets a little torture as a treat! We get to watch Janeway go full Captain Ahab on the Equinox crew in “Equinox.” She hunts down Ransom like he’s her white whale. She tortures Lessing for information. And then she fires Chakotay for doing his job of being the most moral character in the room. It all feels out of character, but that’s kinda the point because this is what the Delta Quadrant pushes people to.

Delete the wife Speaking of seeming out of character. In “Fair Haven,” Janeway designs herself a holo-boyfriend and then falls head-over-heels in love with it. We fully support the captain going and getting holo-laid, especially since it’s unethical to bang her subordinates, but she should know better that this guy is just a sex toy and not a real person – she did program him that way!

Two Janeways are better than one There’s a whole new meaning to arguing with yourself in “Endgame.” Turns out, Admiral Janeway originally doesn’t want to wreck up the Borg as we gave her credit for above, but withholds her plan from her younger self and then tries to pull rank while everyone else is rallying to save millions by taking out the Borg. Ladies, can’t we just work together… to kill Borg!

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And we’ve finally made it home to the Alpha Quadrant! That’s all from Janeway today, but we’ve got her whole crew to peruse through for the upcoming weeks, so make sure you’re venturing through Voyager with us here, follow along with our Enterprise watchthrough on SoundCloud or wherever you podcast, sip some coffee with us over on Facebook and Twitter, and lift your mugs to a toast: to the journey!

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The Power of Persuasion {Max Phillips x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: Vampires, seduction, dub con due to mind compulsion, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, biting, mentions of blood

Comments: Running into Max Phillips, your boss, at a night club leads you to going home with him. Feeling like you are being compelled to, even though you know you shouldn’t.

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Max notices you from the moment you step into the club. The music is loud and the lights that hit the dance floor illuminate your features so he can keep his gaze focused on you. He knows as soon as he sees you that he wants you, pushing his way through the crowd until he finds himself leaning up against the crowded bar that you have found yourself a space in. A few moans of protest at his invasion but a flash of his teeth has the humans backing up. He can’t smell you, the overall stench of booze and sweat that has seeped into the club’s very structure has Max leaning closer to you in hopes of catching a sniff. “Max? What - what are you doing here?” You gasp, your eyes widening as you see your boss leaning into you.

“Hey sweet cheeks.” Max smirks and looks around the club, his tailored suit standing out in a sea of leather pants, tights and muscle shirts. Although you are looking fucking dynamite in a dress you would never wear into the office. Tits on display and hugging every luscious curve. “Decided I want to have some fun.” He flashes you another smile and jerks his head towards the bar. “Buy you a drink?”

You hesitate, knowing it might be unprofessional to have a drink with your boss when it’s not some kind of team bonding exercise. Plus who knows what you will say to the handsome man when you have some liquid courage in your system. “I don’t know…..” you hedge, looking around. “I don’t think I should.”

Max tuts, leaning closer to you. “Come on, live a little. I know you barely leave that house of yours. Come on, enjoy yourself. Why are you out tonight?” He asks, raising his eyebrows as his eyes dip down to your tits.

“I, uh, I had a date who decided he had better things to do.” You bite your lip. Max hisses under his breath, jealousy surging through him at the idea of you out with anyone else.

He’s always wanted you, always wanted to see, hear, and feel what you look like when you cum. “Well, he’s a fucking idiot because you look gorgeous tonight. I’d motorboat those tits now if you’d let me.”

The fact that Max was Amanda’s worst nightmare at work should have clued you in that he would do something like this to you. Although crude, it’s also making you fluster slightly at the compliment, eyes sliding away from his as you give a nervous laugh. “Haha.” You pretend that he’s joking and give a small shrug. “His loss. I plan on dancing anyway.”

Max smirks, reaching for your hand. “Let me have this dance then.” He requests, lifting your hand to his lips and placing an uncharacteristically soft kiss on the back of your hand. He winks when you exhale shakily and wastes no time in guiding you onto the dance floor, his hands grabbing your hips to pull you back against him.

It shocks you that he’s a good dancer. Actually shocks you. You had expected arrogant Max Phillips to claim he could dance but actually possess two left feet. Or have horrible rhythm. Although you’ve secretly wondered how he would be in bed, learning he can move his hips is making your stomach clench and the pang of arousal build in your core.

He smirks at your little gasp of surprise, egging him on as he grinds against you. His cock getting hard from how fucking soft and pliable you are beneath his hands that are squeezing your hips. “Come on baby, dance and let yourself go.” He orders, that slight edge in his voice is persuading.

Something tugs inside you, making that suggestion feel like it’s the best idea ever. Compelling you to loosen your limbs and spin around in his arms and wrap your arms around the back of his neck. Your hips immediately synchronize with his and you pick up the best of the music and match it.

He grins, unable to believe how wild you’re acting compared to how mousy you are at work. He takes a risk, sliding his hands lower until he is squeezing your ass, grinding you against him until you can feel his hard cock. You look so sexy, the lights flashing on your face as the music blares and he just wants to fuck you here and now on this dance floor.

You gasp, hand shooting away from his shoulder and connecting with his cheek. It’s a sharp crack and for a second his eyes widen in shock that you slapped him. “Do it again!” You demand, your hand falling down to cover his over your ass and you squeeze it, encouraging him to take another handful.

Max can't believe you slapped him, his cock is fucking throbbing from that. The confusion is clear on his face as you slap him but then request him to do it again. He shakes his head at you, a smirk on his face as he eagerly grabs your ass, squeezing and kneading as you grind against him. "Dirty little girl, aren't you?" He teases as he leans in to kiss your ear.

You moan quietly when you feel the wet glide of his tongue along your ear, making you shiver. You can feel the fact that your boss wants you, the hardness pressed against your stomach and you smirk back at him as you press against him harder. “Dirty Dancing is my favorite movie.” You tease.

He smirks, “nobody puts Baby in the corner.” He teases, rocking his hips a little faster with the beat as he leans down to kiss your neck. You’re such a beautiful woman, so sexy and he doesn’t know why you are such a wallflower when you are a vixen if given the chance.

One song slides into the next, keeping you in Max’s embrace. The two of you are as close as you can get without being inside the other. Making you feel dizzy and intoxicated by him, the lips on your neck driving you wild.

Your whimpers drive him crazy and he resists the urge to bite down on your neck. “Come on baby, let me take you home.” He pleads, his hands dipping under your dress to caress your upper thighs.

Opening your eyes, you step back shaking your head. “Max - I’m sorry, I can’t.” You shouldn’t have danced with him, flirted with him. You had known It was a bad idea. “You’re my boss.” You hate it, but Max would never keep it quiet and you don’t want to develop a reputation at work. Rumors about you sleeping with him for a promotion was the last thing you wanted.

Max shakes his head, pulling you closer again and he’s too strong for you to resist. “I want you to come back to my home and let me make you cum on my fingers, my tongue, and my cock.” He leans closer to kiss along your jaw before he pulls back to look into your eyes. “Come home with me.”

A shiver runs down your spine and you feel that tug in the back of your brain again. Frowning at the sensation of being compelled even as you are nodding. “Okay Max.” You agree, your body moving closer to him on its own. Like he was pulling some kind of invisible strings and you are merely a puppet. “I’ll come home with you.”

He grins, victorious as he grabs your waist, guiding you through the crowd and out of the club into the warm summer night. He calls the valet to get his car - a very nice Audi with blacked out windows - and helps you into the passenger seat before sliding into the driver's side. “You look so sexy. Never imagined you’d be hiding that under those sensible sweaters you wear even when it’s scorching outside.”

“You keep the office like an ice box.” You huff, unsure of how you managed to get into his car so quickly. Max speeds away, making you clutch at the door. Your legs shift and you bite your lip, wondering how you can torment him on the way to his house. “Besides, I’m not even wearing underwear.” You coo, smirking over at him.

His fingers tighten on the steering wheel and he has to keep himself from ripping it in two. He turns to look at you, trailing his brown eyes down your body. “Show me.” He orders, his voice is raspy and he is desperate to see you, any part of you.

Spreading your legs as wide as you can in the small car, you shimmy the bottom of your dress up, revealing the wet lips of your cunt for him to see.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He growls, keeping his eyes fixed on the cunt. You are gorgeous and he cannot wait to devour you. “I’m gonna destroy that pussy before the sun rises.” He informs you with a hiss of delight when you trail your hand along your thigh. “You gonna touch that clit for me?” He hums.

You smirk and slide your hands down, your fingers circle your clit. “You want me to touch myself?” You ask playfully, “you need to be watching the road. Not watching me play with my pussy.”

He chuckles, “I can do both but I want to watch the wallflower show me how she touches herself. Touch your clit baby and show me how wet you are.” You rub your clit and let out a small moan. He can’t help it, reaching out to grip your wrist, and he brings your finger to his mouth to suck your arousal off of it, moaning at the delicious tang.

“Fuck.” You whisper, feeling his tongue caress your fingers and your cunt clenches around nothing. “That’s hot.” You admit, bringing your spit slick fingers back down to your clit when he lets them go. You slide your fingers over the bundle of nerves with a small moan.

"That's it sweetheart, get that cunt nice and wet for me so I can slide my thick dick in there when we get home. Wanna make you cum on my cock, wanna watch you ride it. Imagined it enough times, fuck, when we were in meetings. Just wanted to shove everything off of my desk and strip you down." He confesses.

“Me?” Your brow shoots up, never assuming he wanted anything to do with you with the way you dressed and ignored the frat bro atmosphere of the office. “Why did you want to fuck me? I thought you were trying to get in Amanda’s pants to piss Evan off.”

He snorts, shaking his head. “It might be cold in that office but I swear 90% of that comes from Amanda’s pussy. I don’t envy Evan who probably freezes his dick off every time he fucks her.” Max shivers dramatically, “you on the other hand.” He offers you a wink, “are deliciously warm. Like a hot cinnamon roll…I just wanna eat you up. Now, are you gonna keep playing with your clit?”

You hum and rub your clit some more, closing your eyes and leaning back against the leather seat to spread your legs wider. “Mmmmm.” You moan softly. “You want me to ruin the leather? Cum all over the seat of your car?”

“Do it. I’ll smell it every time I get into the car.” He chuckles, reaching for your leg and he lifts it onto the dashboard, spreading you open even more. “Want you to squirt and cover the damn passenger seat with your cum.” He orders, “keep rubbing your clit for me.” He slides his hand down to push two fingers into your dripping cunt, groaning at how tight and wet you are.

Your walls suck him in, locking down around the thick fingers that feel so much better than your own. “Max!“ you gasp out, toes curling slightly and your fingers start rubbing your clit frantically. It’s some erotic dream that you are half afraid that you are going to wake up from and be asleep on your couch.

He barely manages to drive but thank God for vampire multitasking skills as he curls his fingers, trying to find that spot inside of you that makes you moan his name again. “Feel good? You gonna cum for me? Soak the car leather like a good girl?” He asks.

Your body lurches up when he presses against a spot inside you. “Yes! Yes!” You gasp out, the combination of his fingers and you rubbing your clit sending you over the edge. Clamping down around his fingers, you cry out, soaking them in a rush of hot cum so that they make a squelching noise as he pumps them in and out of your fluttering cunt.

“Fuck yes. That’s it. Can’t wait to feel that gripping my cock.” He hisses, knowing you just ruined the leather but he doesn’t give a shit. He works you through it, loving the way your thighs shake and he hasn’t even gotten to the main event. “When was the last time you came? Before that?” He asks, withdrawing his fingers and pushing them into his mouth with a groan.

You squirm, slightly embarrassed. “By myself?” You ask, biting your lip. “A week ago. But it’s been forever since someone else made me cum.”

Max grumbles after removing his fingers from his mouth, shaking his head as he pulls onto his street, parking the car before he turns to look at you. “You should be orgasming every day. We will fix that.” He promises, shifting to get out of the car and in a flash, he is helping you out of the passenger side, supporting you as you stand up.

You pull your skirt down over your cunt and try not to grin. “Really? Everyday, huh?” It’s not surprising that Max Phillips is making plans before he is even sure that you would be okay with that. “Maybe you won’t be good enough for another round. What then?”

“Pshhh.” He scoffs, pressing you up against the side of his car, his thigh between your legs. “Trust me sweetheart, you’ll be begging for my cock by the time we are finished. Now, you wanna come inside?” He grins, his eyes black with lust as his cock throbs in his pants.

Again with that tugging sensation. You moan quietly, his thigh pressing against your clit and he grinds it against you. “Yes.” You confess breathlessly. “I want to come inside with you.” You don’t know why you feel like you can’t say no, but you can’t.

He grins, taking your hand and pulling away from you to guide you into his home. “You, uh, like interior design.” You comment on the curtains and matching cushions. The home doesn’t feel like a bachelor pad.

“What can I say? I love HGTV.” He chuckles, guiding you to his bedroom. “Now, I want you to strip for me. I want to see every inch of you.”

You shiver at the commanding tone and predatory look in his eyes. Sliding out of your tall wedges and reaching for the straps of your dress to peel it off of your body. “Yes sir, Mr. Phillips.” You sass, smirking at him as you strip off.

He watches, eyes eager and hungry, as you expose your body to his gaze. “Shit, sweetheart. Look at those tits.” He groans, surging forward without another moment to waste so he can wrap his lips around your tit, hand squeezing it to tilt it up towards his mouth. His other arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close.

You gasp, eyes closing at his possessive and strong touch. It’s been hard to fight this attraction to him and now it seems impossible, your mind screaming at you to let him do whatever he wanted. “Max.” You whimper, shivering against him.

He groans, loving how pliable you are. He switches to your other breast, wanting you to be soaking wet for his cock. His hand squeezes your tit before he slides it lower, cupping your pussy and he presses his thumb against your clit.

Moaning wantonly, your head rolls back and you grab onto his shoulders to keep yourself upright. He feels so damn good and you will let him do whatever he wants to you. “Max, fuck.” You whimper. “More.”

He chuckles against your skin, loving how eager you are, and he pushes two fingers into your, thumb still pressed against your clit. He kisses along your neck, taking advance as you tilt it back and he inhales your scent, making his cock twitch. “Who knew the innocent office girl was a needy little slut?” He teases.

You want to protest, but you can do nothing but mewl in pleasure. His fingers and thumb working in perfect harmony makes you rock up onto the balls of your feet with every twist of his wrist. “God.”

"That's it, baby. Want you to soak my fingers again and then I'm going to fuck you." He promises with a coo, curling his fingers a little more and his free hand grabs your ass to help you rock on his digits.

Rolling your head back, you rock your hips up into his touch, riding his hand and moaning. It’s so much better than your toys and your own fingers. Even if you know you should push him away, you can’t.

When you clamp down on his fingers, he growls, loving the way you moan his name and grip his fingers with your tight walls. Soaking him once more with your cum and he can’t wait to feel it on his cock. “Good girl, baby.” He murmurs, kissing along your neck and he resists the urge to bite. For now.

With the bliss of your orgasm humming through your system, the fog lifts. Realizing that you are with your boss, you push him back slightly, his fingers unfurling from inside your pussy. “Max- I, we can’t.” You pant, biting your lip because you know that you are giving mixed signals like crazy. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I can’t sleep with you.” You shake your head and turn around to find your dress. “I should go.”

Max frowns, hating that you are leaving because he’s your boss. He surges forward to grab you, turning your head with his fingers so he can look into your eyes. “Tell me…tell me what you really want.” He orders.

Your mouth is opening before you can even stop yourself. “I want you to fuck me.” You admit. “But wanting and doing are completely different.” You rationalize, feeling your entire body trying to slide closer to him. His dark eyes seem endless, like they are pulling you under the ocean.

“Why are you not giving in to what you want?” He demands to know, a frown on his face as he watches you.

“I- you’re my boss. It’s wrong.” You answer and Max tuts.

“Nothing is wrong if you want it. Baby, no one has to know. This can be between us only. We will go back to work on Monday and no one needs to know that you let your boss fuck your tight little pussy. No one will have to know. Unless you wanna do it again.” He smirks, “which I’m sure you will.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at his cockiness. That is something Max has in spades. “The office is small and they will think I fucked you for a promotion.” You try to rationalize, feeling like you are about to blurt out ‘yes’ even though you are telling yourself to call an Uber.

“No one has to know.” He promises, “no one has to know about it and I- I swear I wouldn’t tell anyone. Come on, you know you want it. Tell me you want my cock.” He orders, his eyes on yours.

You whimper, that pressure making your eyes widen but you can’t look away from him. “I want your cock.” You admit breathlessly.

“Tell me I can fuck you.” Max presses, making your defenses crumble and you nod.

“You can fuck me.” You pant out. “I want you to fuck me right now.”

He growls, his cock throbbing as he grabs the back of your thighs and carries you over to the bed, practically tossing you down. “Squeeze your tits for me while I undress.” He orders, tugging on his expensive silk tie in his rush to get naked.

Your hands fly up to your tits, squeezing them harshly while you watch him undress. Stripping the expensive tailored suit that looks amazing on him. Your hands continue to massage your breasts, pinching your nipples as you spread your legs wider and writhe in anticipation on his silken duvet.

He is quick to remove his clothes, placing them on the chair in the corner until his hard cock is bouncing as he makes his way over to the bed. “Jesus. Look so good.” He groans, diving to bury his face in your folds, wanting to taste you from the source.

“Max!” You shriek his name in surprise, expecting him to spread your legs and sink into you rather than feast on your cunt. He’s voracious, growling and groaning into your folds while he grabs your hips hard enough that you will have bruises. Making you sob as your fingers tear into his neat hair and pull on the strands.

His tongue laps deep into your cunt, curling against your walls as his nose presses against your clit. He loves how you taste, loves how you sound. He’s already addicted. He groans into your pussy, wanting you to cum.

Max twirls his tongue around your walls, making you whimper and roll your hips down into his face. Wanting him deeper, as deep as you can get him. Pulling your legs back so he had better access to your cunt and moaning over how deep his tongue feels.

He loves the way you grip your calves to give him more access and he grabs your thighs, pushing them further back as his tongue dives deeper. His nose presses hard against your clit and he knows when his tongue hits just right because you cry out his name, making his cock twitch as you grip his tongue in your walls.

Your body is shaking from how close you are to cumming, every curl of his tongue or moan into you just pushing you towards the edge. His lower jaw widens and his teeth scrape over your wide, pushing you over with a near scream of his name.

Max smirks into your cunt, working you through your orgasm until he shifts within a blink of your eye, sinking into you with a groan while your cunt still spasms around him. “Oh fuck.” He groans, leaning down to press his lips to yours for the first time since you walked into the club.

“Ma-ax!” Your eyes widen and you can’t believe how fast he slides inside you. Literally taking your breath away and making your entire body light up as he fills you. “Oh my God.” You moan, wrapping your arms around his back and feeling the muscles ripple under your fingertips.

He kisses along your jaw, loving how tight you grip his cock, and he rocks his hips, pulling his length out of you until only the tip remains, before he sinks back into you. His tongue slides along your neck and he can’t help the way his fangs elongate. He wants to bite you. He has to bite you.

You had started to moan, eyes closing when you feel the sharp pinch of pain in your neck. “Max!” You cry out, eyes opening and you huff in annoyance. “Damnit, you ruined it. You weren’t supposed to bite me.” You complain, shoving at his shoulder.

Max huffs, pulling back to look down at you. “Baby. I couldn’t help it. You know I get horny and hungry at the same time.” He whines, lips pouting as his fangs poke out while he looks at you with frustration.

You snort, shaking your head and turning it to show the dry bite marks. “Blood from a stone.” You joke, your own fangs flashing when you look back up at him, “I was playing the helpless human you seduce, doesn’t make me human anymore.”

He grins, leaning down to bite another spot on your skin. No blood hits his lips but he loves the way you gasp out. “Gonna find it. Gonna suck my little human dry.” He teases, nipping all over your skin. “So sexy role playing an innocent little human for me to seduce. My perfect vampire wife, doing it for me.”He murmurs, his cock still buried inside of you and he starts to move slowly, suddenly in no rush for this to be over. “I love you.” He murmurs, sliding his arms under you to pull you closer to him.

“I love you too.” You go willingly into his embrace and wrap your legs around his waist. “Next time we will have to put a blood pack on my neck. Let you feed for real.” You suggest, giggling when you feel him twitch deep inside you.

Max groans at the idea. “Maybe one day. Right now, I just want my beautiful wife.” He declares, slowly moving inside of you, and he kisses along your neck, lathing the skin he nipped with his tongue and his hands grip you, almost like he’s afraid to lose you

“Maybe I will have to wear those mousey little outfits in the office.” You tease, stroking his cheek gently. “Be called in to be seduced on your desk.” You press your lips to his gently. “I love you Max.”

He shakes his head, pecking your lips. “No. No. I like you just the way you are. Those tight dresses that make them lust after you when you walk past to get me my files. Love it. Love that they can’t have you because you’re mine.” He kisses you again and thrusts deeper, wanting to fucking bury himself inside of you forever.

“You love when they watch me.” You tease him. “Especially when you get to flash your fangs at Evan and scare the hell out of him because no one else believes him that you are a vampire.” Your head tilts back into the pillow and you moan when he roughly thrusts into you again, striking against your g-spot. “Fuck baby.”

“No one believes that you are a vampire either.” He chuckles, rolling his hips to hit that spot inside of you that he knows makes you moan again. “My innocent little wife loves to fucking drain people for their blood. So damn sexy. Knowing that you’re mine for eternity.”

“I am yours.” Proud to be his truthfully. Max played with his food and enjoyed tormenting Evan, but he was honestly a wonderful husband and partner. “Just like you’re mine for eternity.” You promise, smiling up at him.

“Hell yes baby. All yours.” He vows, kissing you again and again until he slides his tongue into your mouth. His hand snaking from beneath you to slide between you so he can rub your clit. He wants you to cum again before he does.

“Max.” You pant his name, knowing it’s useless to tell him that you want him to cum. He is insistent on making sure that you cum more than he does. He has since the first night you met and he changed you.

“Cum for me, baby.” He orders, kissing your neck above where your pulse used to be and when you gasp against his hair, he knows you’re done. Clamping down on his cock and soaking him, he growls in pleasure and starts to seek his own orgasm, rocking his hips harder and faster until he is moving at a speed only the undead can achieve. You’d be dead if you were human as he thrusts over and over until he lets out a roar, burying himself deep as he fills you with his useless seed.

Neither one of you has to pretend to gasp for air and catch your breath. Instead, you quickly flip him over, using your incredible strength to make it seem easy and stretch out on top of him, “Mmmm, I love you.” You smirk and press your lips to his. “I love when you fuck me like that.” Your cunt is still fluttering around him and you lean down to kiss over his silent heart.

His hands slide along your back, tilting his head so he can kiss you again. “Gotta keep it fresh. If we are gonna be married for eternity, I gotta keep you on your toes.” He teases, sliding his hands lower to squeeze your ass. “I love you. So much. Damn, what have you turned me into?” He chuckles.

“A loving husband.” You tease, and he sighs, nodding with that silly grin on his face.

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way,” He promises, pulling you down onto his chest so you cover every inch of his body. He hums, content to have a wife that makes him feel like a winner every day of his existence, because if Max loves anything remotely close to how much he loves you…he loves to win.

#pedro pascal #max phillips #max phillips x f!reader #max phillips x you #max phillips x reader #max phillips smut #max phillips fanfiction #max phillips imagine #max phillips bloodsucking bastards

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lady-of-the-puddle · 2 years ago

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All right I've been holding this back for a while but now you get to see my

Rating Tron's Exes

list

The boy:

See? him face

And now the exes:

FIRST UP WE HAVE

1. Dyson

Bougie Rat Bastard 3000

Is the Worst™

Absolute dork loser

Made a grab for power and betrayed his brother his captain hiS KING

Not even hot

2/10 Sucks like the vacuum he is

2. Clu

Discount fuck boi god wannabe

Okay listen

There's chemistry between them

Even if it's toxic af

He's part of Kevin of course he and Tron dated

Yes it was full of hate

Esp when he was stuck as Rinzler 😏

But sometimes u gotta date an asshole to know what u dont want

0/10 Actual Nazi

3. Able

Daddy? Sorry

FATHER material

Has stable job and income

Firm but kind and caring

Will tell u to stfu

Divorce was mutual and they got split custody of Beck so pretty chill breakup overall

10/10 Need I say more

4. Cyrus

Boundaries Were Crossed

Yet another betrayal *sigh*

My boi Tron knows how to pic em

Somehow more crazy than Clu

But less Nazi at least???

Spectacular revenge plot tbh

Looks pretty sick 😎

World's Messiest Breakup

5/10 Dedicated to the bit

4.1 Beck

CRACK SHIP I SWEAR

I know y'all are about to come for me

But listen

Programs have no concept of age

This ship is purely for fun for me, I highly ship them as father and son usually (see: Able)

Something about the desperation and trust issues between them speak to me

We all know it would never work out

7/10 doomed by the narrative (if we HAD ANY)

5. Flynnster

fuck boi God SUPREME

I am highly biased on this

loves Tron so much he ported him from the old system

Spent more time with him than with his own son (-1 point for that)

named everything after him

Tron was ready to give up his own life to save him

ANGST

never officially broke up but he thought he was derezzed so that counts

9/10 HERE WE STAND WORLDS APART HEARTS BROKEN IN T- ok I'll stop

6. Ram

Cinnamon Roll too pure yadda yadda

Wide eyed sweetheart

Never did anything wrong in his short cycle

Was in a brief polycule with Tron and Flynn

Only broke up because he derezzed

What's not to like

11/10 perfect angle

7. Yori

HER

Unpopular opinion y'all are about to murder me

They were each other's beards

She's a nerd lesbian

Because she's hot and I want a chance with her I want her to be

They simply realized they preferred other programs and amicably broke up

She calls him up from the first system every now and then and they spill some hot tea and rebellion tips

100/10 bc im in love with her here have another pic

Anyone I missed?

In conclusion, all users and programs desire Tron carnally, grid's biggest slut, he's in nothing and is my everything thank you for coming to my TRON Talk next time I'll rate Beck's exes cause that's been overcooking in my brain too

#tron #tron uprising #tron legacy #tron 1982 #kevin flynn #tron beck #tronblr #clu #yori #rinzler

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dingoat · 5 months ago

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betrayal, bound, and pain, also for oc of your choice!

Ahaaa thank you for asking!! These ones are all way too juicy for Ahuska to not answer for her, especially in the werewolf au!

Betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?

Hoooo boy, yes. First of all, there's all here early days as a werewolf, when she had no idea that she was a werewolf, and the simple blind trust she had for her kind supervisor at work when he was in actual fact her first handler, taking her out to murder on command every full moon. That was a tough one to stomach. Then there was her 'rescuer', ex-Intelligence agent Nines, who managed to whisk her away from the Empire's clutches and reveal to her what she'd been made into... but still, ultimately, kept her in the dark about a great deal and absolutely didn't hesitate to use Ahuska's conditioning and control words to serve her own purposes. Once Ahuska clued into that, she got out of there as hard and fast as she could.

But the worst of all came courtesy of Blakk, a very loyal Intelligence agent and werefox- where Ahuska had been one of the Empire's werebeast prototypes from a project that was ultimately terminated, Blakk was from Intel's new, refined generation, with all the rage issues dealt with and much greater control over shapeshifting through top of the line cybernetic implants. He also happened to be the first fellow werebeast she met, and after a rollercoaster of events she wound up fascinated, entranced, and ultimately head-over-heels for him, bonding with him through the Force and overjoyed to not feel alone in the galaxy. He did what he could to see her safe, independent, and hidden from the world while he inevitably returned to his work... only for the real tragedy to begin. Through their bond, she would find him and visit him in their dreams, where she assumed they were pursuing and progressing a very real relationship. Blakk, meanwhile, would wake with no memory of their meetings and as time went on, she faded from his thoughts, and he became wholly absorbed in his work and the ruthless training regime of his new Watcher.

So when, after years, he became lost to her in dreams, and she began to feel achingly lonely again, she decided to take the terrible risk of seeking him out to see him again face to face. When she finally found him again, she briefly experienced what she thought was one of the most wonderful, beautiful moments of her life-- only to find herself delivered directly into the cold, controlling hands of Blakk's Watcher. One of the most intensely emotional, heartbreaking things I've ever RPed out, brilliant and terrible all at once. (They're both free of that horrible situation now but not even close to being done unpacking, processing and resolving everything that happened. So much fodder for ongoing plots!!)

Now, what with everything Ahuska has been through, I really struggle to imagine her ever betraying someone who's placed their trust in her. Doing her best and failing, definitely. Losing control and having werewolf mishaps, for sure. Blakk probably feels a bit betrayed by their current circumstance but I don't think it qualifies as a real betrayal, though there's the potential for things to get messy depending on what she winds up sharing or not sharing about her current time away.

Bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?

Ha, so, that first question definitely covers this one to a degree! Yes, she was absolutely held captive in pretty cruel conditions under Watcher Five (who was obsessed with 'taming' the werewolf that the Sith had created but ultimately couldn't control, therefore proving himself able to do something that the allegedly superior Force users couldn't).

Ahuska fought him for a long time, leaning heavily on her wolf-half to see her through long periods of duress, and she was absolutely left mentally, emotionally and physically scarred by the experience. She lost faith in herself and in her 'friends', she had ribs and her jaw fractured, and all manner of cuts and bites and bruises. She was a wreck, and she was eventually broken... the knowledge of which now rests very heavily on her. And it was witnessing this that finally struck Blakk hard enough to make him see clearly, and galvanise him into action to orchestrate Ahuska's escape.

As it turned out he wasn't the only one who didn't entirely approve of Five's methods, and though the escape didn't go remotely smoothly it was successful in the sense that Ahuska got out. Less so in the sense that Blakk's secrecy was blown wide open and he wound up not only having to flee with her, but having to flee while stuck in fox-shape and with his presence in the Force by all accounts obliterated. If not for Thirteen's tactical absence that night, or the fact that the Sith Lord Ulfran was actually a Jedi in deep, decades-long cover, there's no way Blakk or Ahuska would have survived the escape attempt.

Pain: What’s the worst pain your OC has ever felt? Do they have a high pain tolerance?

Ahuska has pretty incredible pain tolerance. She's always been a tough little cookie, a kid growing up working with animals and doing rough labour in a Mandalorian settlement, always of the inclination to grit her teeth and carry on rather than be set back by a cut or a bite or a blow. But becoming half-wolf, with all the resilience and endurance that came with it, and then being trained as an ultimate death machine in the hands of the Sphere of War, put her tolerance through the roof.

Part of the way she was designed was to experience a blinding, all-encompassing pain while in the presence of a Force Sensitive, with her only option to relieve herself of that pain being to hunt them down and kill them. She was trained not only to tolerate and work through the pain, but to actively seek it out, making her into a Jedi-seeking missile. While she's experienced plenty of emotional pain that she'd rank infinitely worse, I don't think she's been through any physical pain that would rate against what she goes through on her worst werewolf nights.

#werewolf au #character asks #ahuska asks #ty for asking!!!#man those are some dense answers there is just so much LORE and STORY here hahaha #we have really put these kids through some Situations

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oddberryshortcake · 3 months ago

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Regarding your latest Jamil post, not to mention that Jamil's actually relatively polite towards most of the other students, and they notice that. Stuff like Leona accusing him of hating everyone honestly should be taken with a grain of salt, because Leona's MO is blowing other people's flaws out of proportion so he can insult them sdfghjkl. Aside from him, most of the other students understand that Jamil might be, at worst, sort of a snake (especially post chapter 4), but he's also willing to cooperate and not cause trouble 99% of the time.

Yeah I agree. I don't think Leona is wrong and he does have Jamil's best interests in mind, he just goes about it in a mean way.

His point is Jamil needed to realize that Leona isn't Kalim, and that not every royal person is clueless and helpless. Jamil was putting himself in danger in STYX, I think he needed to be humbled so that he'd realize that

1.It's not a bad thing to rely on others, especially if they're actually stronger than you.

2. Stop whining about your untapped potential and start actually unlocking it

and 3. Leona Kingscholar is in charge.

But also, Leona doesn't understand Jamil's entire situation because they both live very different lives. Jamil does work well with others and is capable (Leona knows this, it's why he wanted to recruit Jamil in the Sunset Savanna event but couldn't because he was at work lol), but also, Jamil was acting the way he was in STYX BECAUSE he was raised to put rich/royal lives ahead of himself.

Leona should've been clued into how things were very not right with Jamil through the way he was shielding him, literally walking straight into danger, and accepting death as a punishment when he thought Ortho was going to execute him after losing the video game.

He even attempted to just go down into STYX alone because he was effectively useless to Leona and he didn't feel good dragging him down so ig letting himself possibly get killed down there was a better alternative in his brain 😭

But Leona is smart so he probably did notice something was off about him, but eventually he got to the point where Jamil accepted his leadership and let Leona do his thing and he nudged Jamil into the direction of fully unlocking his potential instead of whining about it/getting himself hurt from stubbornness. They were such a fun dynamic in chapter 6 lol

#twst #jamil viper #some Leona in there #oddberry analysis

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The screaming pulled Rinzler from where they had receded into themselves. Some protocol clawing to the surface that demanded for them to see, retrieve protect. Rinzler looked up and shifted their arms, trying to see Ed better. But they were quickly shoved down again.

“Stay down, you’ll have your chance soon enough.” Hissed the guard above, a boot pressing down again into their disc a moment later.

From the angle he was now laying in Rinzler couldnt see much. Which mostly left them to rely on the bits of conversation that could be overheard. Boole and Khwarizmi. Rinzler searched the data base of high profile criminals they make sure to keep regularly updated. Nothing, empty in the minor crime section as well. Curious and concerning.

Eventually the screaming and pained sounds stopped. Rinzler heard movement and saw the leader pass by and toss something, the remote undoubtedly, to the guard above them. But their attention mostly focused on the white cloaked program behind the leader. Rinzler caught their eye for a moment, committing what little could be seen of their face to memory. A moment later an annoyingly familiar cold burn and then heaviness fell over Rinzler’s limbs again.

This cycle seemed to get better every nano. Was the net not enough? (It wasn’t, but Rinzler wished these traffickers were stupid enough to think it was.)

There was a few moments where only the shuffling of feet was heard as a few of the guards moved to set up a perimeter. The few programs that had stayed behind from the buyer’s group stayed together, mostly silent now that Boole had left.

Rinzler was content for now to just lay there and wait for some opportunity, whether it be from the guards or this mysterious group. But that notion shattered quickly when the guard above Rinzler kneeled down.

“You know that program you mauled earlier?“

The one Rinzler had clawed the throat of? They wouldn’t really consider that mauling. Though it would be nice to see a program in a derezzed in a pile of voxels right now.

“His name was Cirit. You derezzed him.”

Oh, good.

“Cirit was my friend.”

Not good.

The guard stood again. Cold metal pressed against the back of Rinzler’s neck. The staff. Pain lit his circuits bright, the current forcing his heavy limbs to spasm and twitch. Which only made the pain worse, as the controller module sent back a sharp freezing stab to each joint and his core for every unregulated movement. It thought Rinzler was trying to move, to break free and was punishing him for it.

“Go on. Scream.” From the pleased grin on the guard’s face he knew exactly what this was doing to Rinzler.

Rinzler grit his teeth, refusing to give the guard the satisfaction of a single cry of pain. Hissing and glaring even as the rattle from processor morphed into a mangled glitching mess of a sound. Shutdown was imminent, they could feel it closing in.

Then the pain stopped leaving the enforcer ventilating hard as their systems worked to cool down. Visuals and audio came back in grainy bursts. White filled their vision. For a moment Rinzler worried that the shaking forces had irreparably damaged his visual feed more than it already was. A few blinks later showed that wasn’t the case. A white veiled program had pulled the guard off Rinzler and was now standing infront of them.

“You were going to break it.” The program snapped, gesturing at Rinzler’s still twitching form.

“I was teaching it a lesson.”

“Boole will be happy to teach you one if you mess this up for us.”

That seemed to make the guard shut up.

The rough scraping of stone against the glass of his helmet grated in Rinzler’s audio receptors as the net was dragged away from the guard by the white hooded program. They were dropped in a heap still in the net next to Ed who didn’t look much better to Rinzler. Though the User had a gridsuit now, which was at least a visual improvement.

/* not specifically one of the prompts from the captured meme, but inspired by it... Hope this works? --@not-that-dillinger */

Coming here turned out to be the worst of Ed's impulsive ideas, to date. Picking the lock on Flynn's arcade to go exploring? Bad impulsive decision number one. Sure, that was technically trespassing, but he was just looking around, no harm there, and that part of town had long since been abandoned, it wasn't like he was going to get caught.

In hindsight, getting caught there might have been the better outcome. Then he wouldn't have found the hidden basement, or The Computer. (And oh, wasn't that creepy. He still remembered his father's disembodied voice coming out of it. He'd had nightmares of it clear through middle school, he did not need that again.) He should have turned around and gone home, or to a bar or somewhere a reasonable person would go after a long day at the office, but no. Bad impulse decision number two: hacking into Flynn's computer. Again, technically illegal, but. Maybe he cold solve the mystery of where Flynn had disappeared to?

...And that had led directly to bad impulse decision number three: shooting himself with a high powered laser.

To his credit, Ed knew what the laser was. His father had ranted and raved about it in what seemed like fits of madness when Ed was young. But. Yeah, could have gone way worse.

Naturally, Ed's first instinct on finding himself in a strange new world was to go explore. He was used to being cautious, aware of his surroundings when he was out, and quickly realized someone was following him. He tried to lose them in the not-so-dark alleys of the glowing city, taking turns at random until--

--he'd turned a corner and came face to face with five others, all wearing masks, and realized he'd walked right into their trap. The last thing he remembered before he passed out was one of the programs throwing something small and round at him, and the thick white smoke it emitted.

...

He awoke in a cell, some time later. At first, he tried to just... sit and observe, figure out where he was, and who had captured him, and why.

Except, there wasn't much beyond the two guards posted at the end of the connecting hallway, and it didn't take long before his claustrophobia made him feel anxious.

"Hey!" he screamed at the guards. "Let me out!!!"

The guard made a gesture that Ed couldn't quite see, but could safely assume was rude.

Ed continued to scream at the guards, because there wasn't much else he could do. He may have been trapped, but they also stuck with him.

Except it turned out, the guards could do something about that, and one of them marched over opened the cell, and--

--Oh. They had staves.

Ed lay in his cell, some time later, out of breath and everything aching. He was certain he had a cracked rib, if not more. And a broken nose from the way it was bleeding.

And broken glasses.

It was some time later that Ed heard footsteps approaching his cell. Everything still hurt, but he hauled himself to his feet anyway. "Come back for round two, asshole?" he asked.

In response, the guard disabled the force field that enabled his cell, and shoved someone else inside.

Then they reactivated the force field, and walked away.

Ed sighed, and sank back down in his corner heavily. He eyed the blur of his fellow prisoner warily.

Rinzler hit the ground hard, barely managing to cover his helmet with his arms to avoid it getting even more damaged. One of the guards had decided to use Rinzler’s helmet as an emotional outlet after he had gotten a nasty hit in on one of them. Any assistive programming in their helmet was completely offline and the glass had multiple cracks with a few bits missing from the back as well.

Usually, Rinzler would have turned and grabbed the guard’s ankle before they could leave. Would have tackled the program and forced them to guide him to the exit or derezzed them with his claws if the guard refused. But it wasn’t just a shattered helmet and pounding head that was keeping Rinzler down. His captors had latched a bizarre mechanism over his disc and dock that made his whole body ache and every move just seemed to make the mechanism dig in even more. It was frustrating and humiliating beyond belief to be thrown into this cell like a helpless beta, they were supposed to be better than this. Not to fall for some poor young program that had been forced to act as bait. They should have seen through it. Rinzler swore to themself that they would derezz every single one of those who had done this.

When the blurry room finally stopped spinning Rinzler was just able to focus enough to hear the sound of ragged breathing above his own broken clicking purr. He wasn’t alone. The Enforcer looked up towards the sound, spying the blurry figure. They couldn’t see any bit of light on the figure that could indicate their alliance, in fact they couldn’t see any circuitry at all.

“Identify, program.” Rinzler shakily pushed himself up into a sitting position, keeping his gaze on the figure in case this was just another trap.

@not-that-dillinger

#//reunited at last (it’s only been 5 minutes of one of the worst days of their lives)#//all the stuff for the cult is literally so good!!! im so excited ah!!#/* Hcs: Programs have an inherent connection to the Grid and can access it (or whatever their permissions allow) through a data stream that #Users require a disc to access the Grid and it's code Root access permissions are not inherent to users just that they are #<-//makes sense! poor Ed got one step closer to being able to actually access code and then was immediatly put in time out #//by the controller module rip Ed I’m so sorry you’ll get to enjoy the Grid one day hopefully…#also Ed is 'generator' because as a user he can create things #<-//Ed🤝Rinz: being horribly dehumanized #..And apparently they're after Flynn too #//<-oh boy reunion time! (run away Flynn run far far away)#And uh... the burning circuits thing is inspired by a piece of fan art (I don't remember by who...) of Clu adding circuits to Dyson #<-//IVE SEEN THAT ART!!! I love that art omg it 100% inspired some of my rinz’s hcs for his circuits #/* sorry this turned into a novel of a reply... I had a lot of time in the plane ride and apparently this is what my brain could handle *#<-//no worries!! the long reply was a treat!! I read it so many times elf I was genuinely blown away with how amazing it was!#initializing system…#file five #not-that-dillinger #ic

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