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shigironkii · 2 years ago

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Authors note: i had to redo my tumblr due to loosing the password to riddles-and-diddles, but good news! Did this kinda angsty fic based on eddie going to arkham and his s/o reaction to it! 😊💕 i might do a part two if alot of people like it!

Warnings: angst, saddness, its a pain fic

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Heartbreak.

Betrayal.

Its all you could feel when Edward didn't show up to your apartment that night he shot and killed falcone. When his boyish face was all over the news and morning, how many people fawned for him, how many people hated him.

You?

You didn't know what to feel. You felt hurt, lost, angry. Hurt that he would do this to you, leave you. Lost because you lost your only anchor from gothams grips. Anger for betraying you like this.

His real name was Edward Nashton. Thirty six years old, working as a forensic accountant. While your Parker, worked apparently at a local library. But you knew now it was a lie. It all was.

You missed work the next day, the following day, until you were threatened to get fired for pulling this shit. Eyes were dead when helping people, hands shake with pain, seeing happy couples made you break down in tears. That should've been you and par- edward.

Whatever were you now? Were you part of his plan? To seem more normal than what he appeared to be? To not let people or you apparently, that he was the fucking RIDDLER?

It was six o'clock when your phone buzzed in your apron, checking the caller id and only seeing 'NO CALLER ID'.

You ignored it the first time, groaning until it buzzed more in your pocket, picking it up with anger as you answered, hidden in the backrooms.

"WHAT-"

"Hello, this is Arkham Asylum, calling [number here], you have a call from Edward Nashton. Press one to answer."

You hesitated before the better part of your judgment could strangle you to death, but you pressed one.

"One moment," the robot answered, ringing went through your head as you felt sick.

How would this go? Would you be able to handle it?

It finally stopped ringing the third time when you heard faint sobbing and giggles.

Oh god, was he.. okay? What the hell was going on?

"Pa-" you stopped yourself, "edward..?"

He stopped abruptly, heavy breathing on the other end.

"H-hey [y/n]," he said, voice shaking.

Hearing his voice made you burst into tears, you've been holding onto them for a couple of weeks now, trying to be tougher than what you led on. You sobbed and sobbed, shaking as you wanted to yell at him, scream. For doing this to you, for hurting what little happiness you had left.

"Baby,"

"DON'T call me that," you snapped, something he never had to hear until now. "You fucking lied to me, you lied and kept going until your parade was over! Do you know how it feels to not trust your other half anymore? If we're even together still-"

"[Y/n], please.." he started sobbing again, hearing the last part broke his heart. He couldn't lose you, he lost Batman, he can't lose you now.

"No! How long have you've been doing this? How many other girls huh? Was it a distraction for your sick pleasures?" You hissed, your voice was threatening to break now.

"No! Just- just listen.. i- i just need to see you." He begged.

"I bet you said that to your other whores." You snapped.

"SHUT UP! just SHUT UP!" He snapped now,"I protected you from this shit of a city, I risked killing people for YOU. THE LEAST YOU CAN DO IS SEE ME!"

your breath was ragged and uneven, his was better at all. The two of you were silent before more sobs could be heard from the other line. Part of you didnt want this, didn't want to follow him in the dark, knowing what this could do for you and your life. But.. the other part of you needed him, for once in your pathetic life, you felt loved and cared for. Only him. Only he gave it to you without something tied to it.

"Okay." You said, defeated.

He couldn't help the laughter that left his mouth, happiness bloomed in his chest.

"Okay, okay.. what time? Visiting is mainly whenever, maybe.. maybe you could access my bank and pull out a hundred to convince them to let me see you in per-"

He was getting too far for this, guessing he forgot he lied to you for months now.

"Hey, hold on. Maybe.. just over the glass I can see you for now. Maybe."

He felt a little heart broken when you shot down the idea of seeing him face to face, being able to hold you. But.. this was better than nothing really.

"Okay.. I love you." He said, holding his breath as he waited for you to say it back.

You waited for what felt like ever, until your mind broke and more tears went down.

"I-i love you.." you said pitifully.

You two said your good-bye's and hung up, feeling a tightness in your chest as you tried to even your breathing, what the fuck were you doing? Did you want the GCPD and the fucking BATMAN to question you? Were you.. actually still in love with him?

You dissociated throughout your shift, making 'yep's and 'mhm's sound as realistic as possible for everyone. One of your co-workers, Kaitlyn, did not believe what you put on for the world, coming to you after you hung up your apron.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Hm? Nothing?" You said, not looking at her.

She pressed close to you, hand on your shoulder as she rubbed it gently.

"You know I'm here for you. I uhm.. I'm guessing the Riddler guy killed someone you loved?" She questioned from the blue.

"No- no.. just.. someone lied to me about who they were.." you said, playing with the strings on your dress.

Kaitlyn nodded, "here's my number," she passed a receipt with her number, "i'm here for you, [y/n]. I care."

You took it with no words, leaving the place silent and quiet as if nothing was spoken. You still had Edward's old car, beaten up and some parts gone, but he let you borrow it when you had to go to work.. on that night.. not questioning why he won't take you like always.

The car starts up, as soon as it does, you feel more tears threaten to spill, nearly moving down a couple as you drive off with anger and pain in your heart.

Coming home felt empty like it did now. No happy parker waiting for you with kisses, no hugs. Just you. All here, cold and alone.

Maybe the visit could help you, could help him. But.. did you want to still be with him? You now knew what he would do with his free time, how he was brutal. But.. they were also corrupted people, who took from him and you (technically). You didn't know, and while thinking everything over, you felt nauseous and felt bile start to come up.

Running to the bathroom, throwing up everything, you heaved and heaved until everything was gone. Oh how pa- edward would hold your hair back and gently stroke you. He'd be so lovely.. oh god..

This won't be easy.

You dragged your feet with each day, dreading to go to Arkham to see Him.

See how they treated him, his sorrowful eyes.. god, this wasn't going to be easy.

Maybe you should.. bribe the guards. To hug him, tell him you're here for him and you love him. But still, the sane part told you to leave him there to rot, to never touch you or love you again.

The bile began to rise again, quickly holding your stomach as you got off early that afternoon, running to the car and starting it.

It wasn't until when you tried to find the tylenol did you stumble on a photo.. of you two.

It was you, holding him by the cheeks with both hands, his face squished and blushing with a new years hat and sweater, your eyes closed and a dumb, happy smile plastered on your face.

You slumped in the car, locking the doors, as your eyes kept on the photo. He wasn't bad, to you at least. No man who hurted you would constantly apologize if he hurted you, if what he said was wrong to you. He loved you. You knew he had a rough upcoming, never going into details. But you knew now, as well as the whole city.

The drive there was tedious and long, hands shaking and skin so cold even with the heater blasting full.

It was winter time, barely snow but the frozen air could still be painful. But Edward always made sure.. you were warm.. oh god.

Getting to the Asylum, taking deep breaths, you pulled out what little cash you could get pulled, knowing this was in case things went okay. That you could see him in person to make him happy. Only if it went okay, you assured yourself. You had to stay strong for this, for you.

The cold air bit you harshly as you stepped out, walking towards the building.

Going inside, it felt.. inhuman. Not somewhere people belonged. Not where- no. Be sane.

"Hello," you said, voice cracking as you cleared your throat.

The lady looked up to you, eyes dead as she looked back down to her phone, "who are we seeing today."

"E-Edward Nashton." You said, breathy as you played with your fingers, cuticles to be exact. You began to bleed a tad.

The lady glanced back up at you, a very questionable look, and before you could think, your hand instinctively reached for the hundred you kept, sliding it under the glass as you looked at her.

"Please. This is.. needed." You said with desperation in your voice.

The lady quickly grabbed the money, looking at you with a more questionable look than anyone in your life has given you. But it didn't matter, you just.. needed to see Him. For answers, for.. anything at this rate.

The guards got you when the lady called them, saying that it's 'for a situation', keywording around the system to prevent anyone else knowing. Jesus, maybe Edward had a point, evrrythings corrupt. Even when it's supposed to help you.

The long walk to his cell was.. scary. The walls held no personality other than harm and hate. The screams and laughter from other inmates when you came in only made your skin crawl. God, if he could hold you right now.

"Nashton," the guard hit his cell door with a bat, disturbing him from his book as he glanced back at the guards with irritation. "You got a visitor," he said, moving out of the way from you.

To him, you looked.. sick. Eyes were dead than what they normally were, happy and lovely, but.. you didn't seem you. Not anymore. Not who he fell in love with, who viewed the world with such high care, now it seemed to only die. And it was his fault. And god, if he could go back and just tell you. Tell you what he was doing, who he truly was. What his purpose was.

You gave a nervous wave, when the guard gripped your shoulder tightly, bending down to whisper in your ear, "be careful. Hes hurt plenty of people here already, with his sick friend."

You nodded before he patted your shoulder, "you got an hour before a nurse comes and gets him, have fun."

You nodded again, words leaving your throat, "thank you."

You stepped in, immediately hearing the doors close to his cell, now you were locked in. For an hour.

Panic and fear began to seep in as he got close to you, gently trying to find where the boundaries were.

He never had to worry about that with you, not.. until now.

"Angel.." he said, breathlessly, as he hugged you tightly, hands grasping at your sweater as he sobbed.

You hugged him back, probably not as tight as him, but tears still went down your face. To feel him again, to hear him.. oh god, did you miss this. Miss him.

You finally caved in, the sick part of you, taking over as you cradled him and held him with such gentleness. As if he never blew up gothams sea walls, didnt kill the mayor, the DA.

No words were spoken, just his gentle sobs and your breathing.

That was, until you spoke first.

"Why did you lie to me?" You said, so broken and sad.

He looked up, glasses fogged and had tears on them, he sucked in his lip as he tried to speak.

"It's- i- i just.. it was too much, you weren't supposed to be in my life. I was alone for so long.. I didn't, I didn't think anyone would care for me. Then it- it got too much, then you.. i.. fuck."

He breathed, looking at you.

"God, i'm so sorry angel, i'm so sorry. You didnt- you don't- i-" he said but couldn't finish as you shushed him.

"Parker- ed.. ward. I wouldn't have left you. I would have.. I don't know. I don't know! But.. i can't.. you can't lie to me." You said, stern as much as you could be.

He nodded.

"You said.. you hated liars, don't be one with me." You said, gripping his jaw, not too rough but enough to enforce what you were saying.

He nodded furiously, tears still spilling down.

"I'll tell you everything, no matter what. I'll tell you. No more lies." He sounded pathetic nearly, begging as if you were to kill him.

You softened, you finally smiled at him! Your wonderful smile.. god it did things to him.

He felt your fingers drop from his jaw, but cup his face with such gentleness he loved ever so. How your hands were so warm and loving.

You looked at him softly, the tesrs were still there, but that love stare.. god. It was.. godly.

"Are you still going to leave me like he did?" He asked, broken and scared.

You sighed.

"I won't lie.. I don't know. This is too much for me, but.. I can't leave you. You mean so much to me, edward." He smiled at that, how sick it made him feel but he loved it.

Enough to lean in and kiss your soft lips, how dry they were but still made him melt so bad. He tasted of stale coffee, hospital food, and toothpaste, but it was still him. It made you still for a second, making Edward regret it as he pulled back.

But you only grabbed his arms and pulled him in close to you, arms wrapped around his body as he tried to deepen the kiss.

You pulled back a tad, the movement breaking his heart as he gave you a worried look.

"What-"

"Not.. now. I just.. we gotta start at square one again. Know each other more, y'know eddie?"

He nodded slowly, part of him was.. angry. That you suddenly didn't want this now. But he knew, he knew he messed up. These were his consequences.

Instead, you got up, grabbing his hand as you met him towards the sorry excuse they had for a bed, letting him sit down and rest his head on you.

It was all quiet, but it felt nice. Edward played with your fingers, noticing the dried blood on you cuticle, rubbing it gently.

"What happened..?" He gently asked, looking up at you.

"I got nervous getting here honestly.. afraid about what would happen."

"What would.. what?" He asked, eyes full of curiosity and fear.

"Incase.. we didn't work out. This, did not work."

"Why wouldnt it?"

You sighed, running your hand through your hair.

"Because.. i don't know if i'm ready to throw away my life yet. What you did.. i know why, and i can't blame you, but.. what if i was thrown in arkham-"

"I wouldn't let that happen. Not to you." He sternly said, looking at you.

Now was his turn to be honest.

"I'd still love you even if I did turn to crime, even when, yknow, it isn't, but you get it right?"

You couldn't help the giggles that escaped, god how adorable he was.

"I know, baby."

The word, 'baby', melted his heart to a puddle, a love struck a smile on his face.

"I love you, angel." He said, still looking at you as he pushed a stray of hair from your face.

"I love you, too." You said, kissing his nose and hearing his cute whine made you melt badly.

Thinking now, with him, you really couldn't leave him. He meant more than what you had known, seeing him happy in a place like this.. not when he needed you. Wanted you.

Like no one else had.

The guard suddenly came towards the door, tapping it lightly, guessing it was from the idea that you two mightve had sexual ideas for the time.

"Time's up!" He said, unlocking the door.

You saw Edward's face contort to sadness and anger, anger you guessed from the guard taking you away from him. You quickly gave him a kiss on his nose, getting up and doing your clothes right again.

"Ill see you soon, okay?" You said, bending over and looking at his gentle green eyes.

He nodded, a loopy smile on him as he sighed.

"I'll count the days, till then." He promised, watching you kiss his cheek before leaving with the man.

It was some time when it went quiet, the eeriness making Edward's skin crawl, before his new friend chirped in.

"Guess your girl finally sees who you are, huh?" He said.

"Yeah," he said, with a smile on his face still, "she's sure something. I can't wait to see her again."

"Be careful, ed," he said, tuting, "some people have different motives, even when we love 'em."

He scrunched his face, no way were you like that.

"It's not- no. She's not like that." He said.

"Just be careful, friend."

Even with the warning his friend gave him, you still stuck on his mind. The gentle kiss, your love. God it helped him. More than you could think.

#edward nashton #batman 2022 #riddler year one #riddler x reader #the riddler x reader #edward nashton x reader #dano!riddler #dano!riddler x reader #my writing

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pufflocks · 4 years ago

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Ok ok lady kuroo oneeeeee..

Kuroo fucking bottom male y/n in the school bathroom by pressing y/n again a wall and just fucking his brains out

Summary: Skipping with your boyfriend sounds fun. Right ? You were being rather bratty during lunch.. Maybe some discipline in those dirty stalls would whip you up straight. ♡

"-Come on, speak up. You were just saying how you'd much rather be doing something else." -T.K ❣

An: Please excuse errors. I most definitely rushed this out my drafts.

Warning: Degrading • Dacryphilia • Minor Gagging • Minor Slapping • proof read

Cast: Bottom!M!Reader x Tetsurou Kuroo

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It was lunch time. Or passing time some others call it as for some people would play on their devices or talk to their friends.

That's exactly what you were doing earlier, you decided to drag out the topic of how you think your boyfriend is just so protective in your conversation.

"Sometimes I wanna fuckin' breath-"

That's what you said, no ?

You were sitting next to and telling this to your boyfriends bestfriend, Kenma. He however just gave a light sigh saying something how could he help. Fingers diddling with his switch frantically. He obviously wasn't much help in situations like this, you know, but your mind was side tracked with your boyfriends glare.

'Hm..'

He was eyeing you down word for word as he silently watched you across your guys' table with your friends.

Watching you move shy hair strands from his bestfriends face and giving Kenma tips on his game. Not tha you had any particular idea in the game.

Why are trying so hard to be buddy buddy with him ? If you didn't even interest Kenma in any sexual form or other.

Tetsurou most definitely wouldn't let this just go by easily.

Lev only looked at his friend beside him then back at you in awe.

Yaku on the other hand had his eyes darted in his lap to his phone. No need to be in this conversation.

'Did he actually say that-?' He thought.

The chopsticks in Kuroos hand slipped from his fingertips as he chuckled under his breath. He didn't think you were this fucking down bad to get some dick.

All you really had to do was just ask. How fucking hard could that task be ? Could have easily fuck after school or at one of your guys' house. Gladly.

No doubt you would be coming back to this table with a dazed expression.

"Meet me in the bathroom, bubs." He whispered to you as he got up from his seat his dark aura following him out of the lunch room doors.

Yaku rose his head from his lap as his eyes darted your way, in disbelief, you were giggling happily as if you weren't about to get folded in half.

You got up from your seat leaving your barely eaten meal and two stunned friends, and one who's eyes were glued to his switch.

'Which one did he go to-' Thought unable to finish as you got pulled into a hard warm chest of someone you could only guess your lover.

You sensed his tense form as you shyly looked up to his face to only be met with dark pools of jealousy known as his eyes.

A shiver transferred to your head all the way down to your toes as a boner slowly began to form in your pants. Even when he was jealous and frustrated he could always be seen getting flat out drunk on his cat like existence alone.

And right now all you wanted from his noir existence was a dead. Good. Fucking.

"There something on my face or something ? Or are you imagining me as my bestfriend instead of me ? Your fucking boyfriend."

His words felt cold with a tinge of heated anger. He couldn't be truthfully angry at you could he ?

The only response he got from you was a shy shake of your head 'no'.

Gotta play like you didn't want your arse pounded like a dog in heat just a second ago.

You thought about your next moves as your pants got tighter by the second and your now playful and mischievous boyfriend glared down at your form.

'Ah–'

Not all the time did you see the man get hot and bothered up front like this, not in school at least.

Close within eachother faces, hot tension in the air. The heat coming off his body specifically was close to a bonfire in the summer, and you were his slightly charred marshmallow being close to the heat.

Melting into something deliciously horny.

" 'M just horny 'n wanna be fucked really hard today-" You whined. Never being the one to exactly whine and beg, but the last time you masturbated was about half a month ago !

It wasn't your fault he was so busy and such with volleyball though. He msdevsyre to have time for you every so often. Outside and inside of school he was the best boyfriend.

"Oh. Didn't notice you were so greedy. Why not ask me after school ?" He bluntly stated. Funny his he asked this and your erection is straining against fabric as you speak.

You tugged on the bottom of his uniform catching him off guard slightly. "If you don't fuck me right now, Tetsuro Kuroo I might just consider getting with Kenma !" You barked.

Tetsurou only smirked like the mischievous damn cat he was.

Leaning closer down to your face, "Alright then. When we get back from the stalls, I dont wanna here a word about the cum leaking out of your abused ass." He whispered for your ears only as he flicked a slightly erect nipple outside of your school flannel shirt.

¤ y.p.o.v ¤

"Yes, yes." I mumbled. My nipples were being stupidly played with.

"Bathroom.." I said. He only nodded, retreating his hands.

Making our way down to the bathroom was audibly quiet. Only our footsteps being heard throughout the silent halls.

My eyes skimmed his posture and tall stature as I noticed his bulge. Soon enough it was going to be forcefully filling me in some dirty stall.

I look up at Tetsu and see his unusual stoic face fall into something familiarly mischievous as he caught on to me.

The sexual appeal and aura was never lost as we made our destination. Thankfully, we made it to the bathrooms without me jumping on him right there and then.

"We're here and let's hurry this up, pretty boy. I dont feel like getting in trouble for fucking you between classes again." He stated. I only scoffed and chuckled lightly.

At this point I dont care if we skipped a few minutes just to fuck. Did it once, I'm sure we wouldn't get caught twice.

Walking in the bathrooms, the first thing I do is pull him down for a kiss. Reminding him that I'm still feeling it.

He chuckled in the kiss. Wrapping his rather long arms around my waist, picking me up as I tossed my legs over his waist. His muscular body holding me up as if I weighed like air.

"Bubs.. About fucking you into these stalls. You know why I'm gonna go rough right," I nodded slowly. Giving him a few small hickies on his neck.

Faking my innocence for a better fuck is always worth while. He took that as a thumbs up as he once again let out that noir chuckle of his.

"That's good to know babes~"

Further movements were heated skin to skin touches and kitten licks and bites of each other. Some movements pornos could never mimic.

His calloused fingers gripping my throat, forcing eye contact as he smirked on how wrecked I already looked. I would say it was embarrassing if my mind wasn't attracted to his knee gliding across my tight pant front.

"Looks like you need to get that attitude fucked out of you from earlier, hm ?"

My mind barely focusing on his wolfish voice as he licked a long strong underside of my jaw, making me visibly shake and quiver slightly. The contact we shared in this cramped stall has me gasping for air the more I think of someone barging in. Any second I could literally bust thinking of how he would fuck me harder, the two pairs of feet on ther other side of the stall merely nonexistent to us.

"Tetsu please- I want it really bad~ I was bad wasnt I ?" I was becoming desperate as I slithered my hand down to his own very visible, erection.

He groaned lightly before chuckling and kissing me once more. I know he knows that my actions with his bestfriend weren't intentionally to hurt him, but what if I had fucked his bestfriend-

My thought was intruded as he flipped me over the stall door and shucking my pants off my body. Doing the exact same to his own as he harshly pushed into me.

I choke out a long groan of surprise as he held me against his clothed chest. "Ah-! Wait Tetsu!~" I was hushed by long fingers. Poking and prodding on my tongue to my throat.

He whispered in my ear, "Shh, now what if we get caught and I get in trouble for fucking you ?~", nibbling on my earlobe tantalizingly slow.

Hot breath we shared as his dick ushered in and out of my puckered hole. Minding you that we had no lube so the burn of him dragging himself in and out of me was a blinding pain.

My hands made attempt of pushing him away. Drool just at the corner of my mouth, fingers still at work.

He got the idea, pulled out to the tip, and lazily drooled on his shaft. His shape successfully returning to it's desired place.

"Can't have you hurting too bad. Even though this is a well deserved punishment~" He smirked at his own comment.

Right. I got myself in this situation and every second of it I loved. So close to the spot aswell-

"NGH–! Hah~ Shit Tetsu~ Right- Right thereee~!!" I shut my eyes closed tightly. My dick dripped precum as every few thrusts directed to my prostate.

"I found your spot, hm ?~ My baby finna cum soon ?~ Want me to jack you off or should I not, keep in mind your not off the hook, love.~" He mocked as his hands gripped my left leg, sandwiching between the stall door and my lover.

His other hand on my dick refusing of ejaculation. The new angle and pressure on my cock making my head fall back.

God I felt like I was going dumb and on his dick !

"PLEASE— I NEE- AH!~ I NEEF TO CUHM!~" I babbled. I doubt he heard me clearly though

Tetsu spat in his hand as his hand rapidly started to glide across my shaft. The slick palm feeling heavenly on my member. It was all so overwhelming !

Drool finally making it's way down my chin and hicked up throat.

"Bubs- Fuck-! Babe I'm finna cum in this sweet ass. Better keep in too~ Let Kenma and everyone else know you have a boyfriend~" He grunted near my ear as I frantically nodded my cockhead probably a pretty red now, completely swollen and wet.

"Cu- Cuhminggg!!~" I slurred as a particular harsh thrust shoved me off the edge and the knot in my stomach grew and snapped.

I felt a gush of his semen flow in my abused hole as he grunted and stilled ministrations. His cock head snug on my sore prostate.

"I- I hope you remember my words from earlier bubs. Wasn' playing." He scoffed as he checked out my blotchy neck and slobber slicked face.

The sight, I'm sure was obscene as he spread my cheeks. Cock head only inserted by the tip in hopes none of his hit substance fell on the bathroom tiles.

"Fuck Y/n.. Do this shit again I might just have to fuck you in front of Kenma~" He said tauntingly, slapping my ass aggressively as I eeked I surprise.

"I'm gonna leave first and you get cleaned up alright ? Don't want people to notice that we fucked like rabbits in the stalls." He said helping me with my clothes back on my body. I was too braindead to do about anything.

" Kiss.." My words coming out slurred. He looked up at me as he was helping me put my slacks on now. Leaning in giving me a long kiss.

My body leaned into his as I dragged my arms around his neck. Humming in satisfaction as I parted the sensually deep contact.

"You're so cute after sex !" He exclaimed as I ruffled his hair giggling now off my high.

He cleaned up after a few more shared pecks and left first as I sat on the toilet for about 6 minutes.

I checked my phone fir the time and I saw that it was nearing the end of the lunch hour.

'Fuck !'

I splashed some water on my face quickly before ushering to my next period. Being early wasn't so bad I suppose.

#kuroo x reader #kuroo x male reader #hq kuroo #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo testuro #smut #haikyuu smut #bottom reader #bottom male reader #degrading #choking #tw dacryphilia

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yakiswifey · 3 years ago

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Nightfall

Tw: Smut, alcohol, spit, foreplay and foul language.

Your eyes widened with intrigue, Yaki had that sinful look in her eyes that she always gets. Her hands meet your skin and your heart begins to race. That warm feeling between your legs growing as your lover’s fingers explore your hemline. City lights and tall buildings could be seen from the balcony as the two of you undressed each other with your eyes. Remnants of wine still lingering on your tongue as Yakis thumb caressed your cheek. She wore her hair down, light makeup with just a bit of lip stain. Although the necklace she wore emphasized her collarbone, the black blazer she wore accentuated her broad shoulders. Her matching pants fit her well and hugged her thighs; musky perfume radiated off of her skin. The area you two were sitting at was empty but people could still be seen in the building at the back. Luminescent lights hit Yaki's face, teasing her soft bone structure and smooth skin as cars raced under you.

Soon enough Yaki was towering over you, slowly bringing your lips to meet. Your trembling hands played over her solid torso as your lips parted, sloppily and slowly. You savored the moment, the feeling of her breath on your skin growing heavier with lust. One of her large hands halfway wrapped around your neck, fingers diddling with your jaw. Her tattoo was visible from her rolled-up sleeves, you felt as though you could die then and there with her body intertwining yours. Your tongues began to dance together to a song so sweet, savory, and slow. The taste of her saliva woven with yours, so delicious. Her soft lips began to explore your neck making you throw your head back towards the edge of the balcony. A soft moan escaped your body, letting Yaki know she was doing her job. Her mouth jolted back up towards yours, pulling you in for a sloppy heavy kiss. Her legs wrapped into yours, playing with the warm spot between your legs driving you insane. You felt her knee teasing your lips through your shamefully wet panties, all you wanted was to have each other then and there.

Her hands explored you like a temple, her touch alone was a religious experience. She rolled her hips into you making you crave more, something deeper. The sound of her soft breath thickening, growing a little heavier the longer the two of you teased one another. The only thing separating the two of you was your clothes as you were already ready for her to rip them off and discover you more. Making love with Yaki was like milk and honey, leather and lace, a perfect balance of sweet and rough. The two of you were completely in tune with both of your bodies’ needs and desires. Her lips continued to lock with yours, the steady pace the two of you settled on grew heavier.

The tall mistress slid a hand on your breast underneath the slip top you wore, a firm grip on your breast and a finger playing with your hard nipple. She lifted your shirt up with one swift motion and began kissing your chest making you want to cry and beg for something more. Her hands were graceful but eager when she slid her hand down your bare leg lifting it up to wrap around her torso. She started the grind of her hips against your pelvis, fierce and slow. Her breathing grew heavier with yours, the line between moral and immoral began to blur. The thrill of someone almost spotting you set you on fire, yearning for her length inside you only more. Her index finger parted your lips opening up your mouth.

“Suck, now.”

Without hesitance, you took her finger inside your mouth allowing her skin to rub up and down against your tongue. It wasn’t long until she added a second, slowly forcing it down the back of your tongue deep into your throat. The salty taste of her flesh coated your mouth as you savored every moment of it, wishing her fingers were elsewhere. In and out, in and out she slid biting her lip as she watched you. You couldn’t help but moan, never breaking eye contact with her. She removed her fingers and undid her blazer, allowing you to unclasp her bra exposing her bare chest. Your hands inspected her body, grabbing her dainty breasts and relishing in the beautiful image. She slid your top off with ease, her kisses making way downwards towards your naval.

“Please, I need to feel you in me… I can’t wait any longer.”

“The more you beg, the longer I’ll make you wait.”

You moaned as she slid her hand over the zipper of your pants, pausing for a moment before sliding them down leaving you a pitiful mess in just your underwear. Yaki enjoyed seeing you in such a vulnerable state, no way to hide. Her fingers played with the lining of your underwear, careful not to go too far down yet. Her hands caressed the silhouette of your body, touching you everywhere but the one spot she dare not tread yet. The faint lighting hit the muscles on her shoulders and arms, every chisel on her body defined. She grabbed your cheeks, her large hand nearly engulfing your face and pressing into you with force.

“Open your mouth.” She demanded.

You knew what to do. You opened your mouth nice and wide, sticking your tongue out as she let a stream of spit flow into your mouth. You savored her saliva for a moment before licking your lips and swallowing, her hands gently gripping your throat now. You trembled beneath her, eager for her to please you somehow, in any way. She kept teasing you, her fingers ran along the outline of your lips now, eventually cupping the heat between your legs. Yes, almost there! You thought to yourself. Yaki brought you in for a final kiss before getting down on her knees and taking your panties off, slowly. Not yet giving you what you so desired and craved. Her hands felt up and down your thighs, inner and outer before reaching behind you to grab a handful of your ass.

“Tell me how badly you want me, baby.” She stared into your soul.

“I beg you, please… I need to feel you so bad.”

You pleaded and moaned with impatience, eager to feel her slippery tongue on your clit.

“Spread your legs for me.”

After doing exactly as she said, she swooped your legs over her shoulders and her tongue began to slide up and down your slit. She teased, moving up only little by little and back down. Each time shed go a little further and retreat. The pretty sight of her head between your thighs only made you want her more. Her hands gripped onto your hips for support, pulling you in close. Breathy moans and grunts escaped you as her gentle tongue slid up and down your entrance. You were so in the moment you couldn’t help but close your eyes with pleasure, to your surprise you felt her tongue begin to flick your clit leaving you in a lustful trance. She started slow and soft, taking in the flavor of you as her intense dark eyes caught yours. You lost it once she started dragging her tongue sloppily across your spot, messily. Her experienced tongue focused in, flicking back and forth dedicated to making you cum.

“You’re so wet, you’re already making a mess on me.”

It took her no time to let go of you and bend you over the table next to you. She smothered her face between the back of your thighs, her nose and tongue gliding over you once more. She stood over you, pulling your hair and angling your head on its side as she slid her index finger in you, slowly then all at once. Her length filled you but you still wanted more, moaning and crying for her to give you sweet release. She slid in and out of you, pausing and teasing until finally, a second finger came ramming into you slowly and deep. You moaned for more and more, harder and faster as she gave you what you want. Yaki took pleasure in watching you moan for her, the delight of seeing her lover get off by her touch. She slammed three fingers into you down to the knuckle, the wet sounds filling the room. With every thrust, she went harder and faster leaving you motionless. Your cunt gripped onto her width and length, that release would be coming soon. Your body let out a big moan as your legs began to twitch and shake from being pushed to the edge. You let your body do the talking as a thick white residue was left on her fingers, begging to be cleaned off.

You turned to face Yaki in missionary position on the table, ready for what was to come next. This time her fingers reached towards her mouth to suck the taste of your sweet, hot cum off her fingers. Slowly, devouring and relishing in the taste of you as she let pure sin take over her body. She bent down to clean you up one last time, dragging her tongue across your pussy messily. Kisses were placed on your thighs, tummy, and breasts. Her fingers played with the two hard nubs on your chest, a moment of worship for her. As her needs and desires grew, you didn't want to let her have them so easily. Both of you swapped places; now Yaki lay on the table ready for your attention.

Your fingers began to fiddle with her pant zipper, eager to see what lies beneath. You checked the glass door behind you to make sure the coast was clear before pulling her pants down. Despite having yet to remove her underwear, you climbed on top of her and wrapped your legs around her as she grabbed hold of your hips and ass. Both of you made waves on each other, bumping and grinding beautifully. Sloppy wet kisses between the both of you, the muscles in your mouths putting in work diligently. Yaki moaned beneath you, her body ached for your touch at last. Her skin was soft to the touch, her body appeared to be crafted by a sculptor. Your lips caressed her chest as she swayed back and forth like a ship adrift on the sea, losing control of her breathing in the process.

“Y/n, you’re teasing me…”

She moaned out your name, you could see the air leave her body with every exhale. The tip of your nose skimmed the outer lining of her body as you headed downwards, paying attention to her hips and the band of her underwear. You traced the outline of her folds through the fabric, warm to the touch. You slowly removed her underwear, revealing her succulent labia. Your fingers grazed her entrance, a sticky wet mess was left on your fingertips. Yaki pushed your hair to the side, keeping a fist full in hand as you readied the tip of your tongue. Her body jerked a bit once you began to flick your tongue on her sweet spot. You stroked and licked as her breaths grew heavier, deeper with pleasure.

“Oh, fuck”

She said under her breath softly as you picked up the pace, making sure your lover would be seeing stars by the end of the night. Her fingers raked through your hair as you ate her pussy, she suckled on her lip trying to hold back her moans. The rocking back and forth of her hips began, forcing herself into your mouth more. You delved your tongue into her for a deeper taste, then out once again, your focus remaining on her swollen clit. You wanted her all to yourself, you wanted her to release her hot cum into your mouth. As the dedication to make her explode grew, intense lust grew inside your body watching your lover's satisfaction. The taste of her rubbed against all of your tastebuds, a delicacy in itself.

You took your ring finger and middle finger and slipped inside of her as her walls gripped onto you tightly. A warm wet welcome greeted you with ease as she tried to keep her eyes open until she finally succumbed to the pleasure. You began pumping in and out of her deeply until you added a third finger. Her grip on you was tighter now, pulling you in. Your tongue kept playing with her clit as you sank into her knuckles deep, her legs began to shake and you knew she was close. As you fucked her and licked her all her morals disappeared, she pleaded, “Harder!”. Her raspy voice and breathy moans sending chills down your spine, the pressure of her muscles squeezing your fingers grew stronger. A moan escaped her as the taste of her milky cum coated your tongue. You swirled and dipped into her trying to collect every drop she had for you as she pulled on your hair.

Once the two of you were clothed and decent, Yaki dipped down to give you a tender kiss. The taste of each other still lingered on your tongues, reminiscent of a night you won’t forget. Yaki poured herself a glass of wine before taking a swig, blending you and the other flavors together. A sly grin remained on her face, feeling pleased with your work. Yaki looked at you with all the love and care in the world, admiring your beauty as you admired hers. Her eyes shining in the dim light, the world seemed to stop.

“I love you.”

#yaki #kim yeonkoung #kim yeon koung #fanfic #smut #writerslife #writers on tumblr #womens volleyball #bread unnie

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dirt-cup-draco · 5 years ago

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Ardeth x Reader - Too Late For Us

Hi!! Could I kindly request an Ardeth Bay x Reader (Rick’s sister) where they had history but reader left with Rick and Evelyn to London after the first movie and bc of Alex they now meet again to defeat Imhotep and the Scorpion King, but Ardeth is engaged already to a woman from his tribe and reader is incredible jealous. Both reader and Ardeth still love each other though

When Evy and Rick had come to you, explaining that times were changing for the worst yet again, it went without saying that you would be helping them, right beside your brother and sister-in-law. What didn’t really sink in until you were in a plane, on your way to save the world from danger it couldn’t fathom, was that you would have to see Ardeth. Just as you felt responsibility to your sibling, he felt responsibility to keeping Imhotep buried once and for all.

“What if he doesn’t want to see me?” Rick just rolled his eyes as you bit at your fingernails, a nervous habit you had thought you had left behind long ago. You also thought you had officially left your feelings behind but it didn’t seem like those had disappeared either. You weren’t ready to see Ardeth yet at the same time you could think of nothing else that would make you happier. The terror and excitement swirled in your stomach and you were left feeling sick.

“I’m sure he’ll be very pleased to see you,” Evy comforted, hand warm on yours as she gave you a sympathetic look.

You and Ardeth had grown very close the first time you had met, some invisible force drawing you together that not even the chaos around you could withhold. It had started with longing glances and slight touches, a hand on the small of your back as you tried to stay upright on the shifting sand, your knee bumping against his as you warmed yourselves in front of a fire that Rick had started as the sun set.

One night everything had snapped into place, the tension growing until neither of you could handle it anymore. Jonathon was curled up in the sand, a bottle grasped in his hand. Evy was laying comfortably in a sleeping bag, Rick dozing peacefully near her. You found it sweet, your brother, whether he would have admitted it then or not, had found the woman for him. Alternatively, you and Ardeth were still awake, shoulder to shoulder and gazing at the stars. You thought that maybe you had found the man for you.

The both of you had connected eyes at the same time, a sentence pausing in Ardeth’s throat as your closeness rattled him. “I-I was just going to say how beautiful the stars were tonight,” He confessed, looking surprisingly flustered.

Without another word between the two of you, your lips had engaged in a dance that left your legs feeling weak. His hands were steady and his lips insistent as he pulled you closer, daring to nibble at your lip. You had been putty in his hands. You had both stumbled to a tent, too busy getting lost in the feel of his scruff against your neck and his hands kneading at your hips to think properly. Ardeth had left an impression on you that wasn’t fading, as well as several hickies if you remembered correctly but you hadn’t been complaining.

After that, you both had little time to be near, let alone intimate. Time passed and when it was your time to leave, you had hesitated. Pulling Ardeth aside you had discussed a future that you could only dream of now, one where you sent letters frequently and stayed in touche, one where you visited and let the seeds of this whirlwind romance grow.

But, just like in dreams, it was fleeting no matter how many times you tried to fall back asleep and continue the fantasy.

You held to little bits and pieces, old letters he sent before he halted them completely without another word as well as the memories you shared. You hoped he was alright or that he hadn’t forgotten you at the very least. Did he think of you the way you thought of him? You were shaken from your thoughts as the plane landed, your heart in your head and your logical reasoning gone somewhere out the window.

With the sun glaring down on you with unforgiving rays, you followed Rick and Evy as they chatted idly. You were too busy ogling the man that you had adored as he came into focus, hopping gracefully from his horse as he greeted your little traveling group with open arms a cheerful grin. “My friends,” His rich voice danced around in your head, turning your every thought to mush.

Ardeth knew you would be arriving with your brother, it was a certainty. He however hadn’t thought he would feel his chest restrict at the sight of you, his heart aching uncomfortably. You looked like a deer caught in the headlights as you watched him and his stomach turned. Even now and he could see the adoration in your eyes, even if it was veiled by hurt.

He had enjoyed your company, you had been hypnotizing and strong and Ardeth had been starved for touch, his body in tune with yours. However, when you left it only took him a month or so to realize that he didn’t care for you as you cared for him. Ardeth liked you but your connection had been purely physical, he missed your presence but only as a friend. It had been fun, passionate fun, but only that. He hadn’t had the guts to tell you he didn’t see you two going any further in any aspect besides friendship.

The months had passed and then years. You were still a brilliant and beautiful woman, even a decade later but the spell you seemed to be under had worn off of him. “Come in,” He urged, his voice strained the slightest bit as he invited you all into his home that was just over the sand dune he had appeared from. “I have had refreshments prepared for you all,”

“You mean I’ve prepared refreshments,” Came a teasing voice. It was soft and sweet, with a faux edge that made Ardeth’s heart burst with affection. However, you were feeling quite the opposite. It was as if a cold bucket of water had been tossed onto you when you had least been expecting it. A woman with a straight back and bright eyes sauntered into the humble living room you had all gather in, tucking herself into Ardeth’s side as if it was second nature.

You watched as he smiled, the warm expression dropping slightly as he caught your eye. He set his arm over her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her temple but he found he couldn’t look away from the betrayed look in your eyes. What would ease your pain? He wondered momentarily. Ardeth had tried to spare you by cutting off contact, letting you move on as he had, but it seemed he had only hurt you more.

“Yes, I must give credit where credit is due, my love,” Ardeth cooed.

Rick grinned, oblivious to the way your heart shattered. “You old dog! How did you manage to land such a knock out?” Rick was charming and she giggled at the compliment. Evy subtly elbowed Rick in the side, her other arm extending but in such a way that no one could see the show of support. You gripped her hand, willing her strength to be yours. It took everything in you to not cry. You had your own doubts, but a part of you had been hoping so badly that he had waited for you like you’d waited for him.

“I ask myself that every day,” Ardeth answered Rick, eyes now glued lovingly to his lover’s face. “I have been blessed to have her by my side, these past five years have been a dream with her. I couldn’t ask for a better wife,”

Ardeth emphasized the word. Wife. He has a fucking wife! You nearly whimpered. You had been starry eyed over him for years and here he was, happily married for nearly as long as you two had been separated. He knew you were processing the information, he could see it in the ways your eyes had gone dull, your expression exceptionally blank as you tried not to cry.

You bit your lip in the hopes it would stop trembling. “How wonderful! Congratulations, friend.” You finally managed, words tasting bitter but sounding saccharine. Evy squeezed your hand as your shoulders shook imperceptibly, your entire body tensing to stop the physical reaction of your heartbreak. It was a cruel joke to bring you back to him only to shove the happiness he had found in your face.

“Now how about those refreshments, huh?” You pressed, “I’m starving! Anyone else?” Your voice pitched without warning and the group was left looking at you in question before laughing softly.

“A woman with an appetite, I like you,” Ardeth’s wife grinned, sending you a playful wink. Unbeknownst to her, you had been hoping to jump her husband’s bones not even two hours ago. You tried to smile back but it fell flat.

“Y/N-” Evy whispered as the others began to filter in to the kitchen, the two of you diddling behind.

“It’s fine,” You muttered. “It’s too late for us now, my fault I didn’t see that sooner,” Without another word uttered, you locked your heart away and calmed your expression. You were here to save the world, not let it crumble around you. Ardeth gave you an apologetic look and you nodded curtly. An understanding passed between you then.

Whatever your history had been, it wasn’t to be repeated.

#ardeth bay #ardeth x reader #ardeth bay x reader #angst #past fluff #mega angst

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shirorozutriea · 5 years ago

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It’s All Love at First Sight

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Day One – Love At First Sight/Eye Contact/A Blue Eye With Tears

It’s All Love at First Sight

The first time they crossed each other’s path was when they were young to even remember what the other looked like. They were not really best of friends. In fact, they don’t even know each other. It was just a random encounter that anyone would forget. But there was one thing that is eerily familiar. Those eyes.

Weiss, doesn’t believe in love at first sight. I mean, what kind of person are you if you would just fall in love like that? Definitely not Weiss. She had heard a lot of stories around. All stories with the same statement of; “It was love at first sight.” How sappy.

It was plenty annoying to hear how everyone turn into a mushy giggling fool, just because they met that supposed someone right in the corner of a busy street.

Maybe she’s just like that because she’s bitter. Eh, probably. It’s not like when you’re a Schnee, you’ll get genuine suitors crawling on your feet. Mooching might be the word for it though.

“Weiss, it’s just, her eyes. It’s so pretty.” Sighed Blake, as she blissfully stare into nothingness with Weiss mentally gagging at her friend’s actions.

“Ugh, not you too, Blake.” Muttered Weiss, ignoring her love stricken best friend.

Meanwhile, Ruby loves the idea and notion of love at first sight. Just like in the fairy tales she have read, the prince will fall in love at first sight with the princess. And they live happily ever after. The End.

She wants that to happen to her. Just like her Mom and Dad, who happens to be a by product of love at first sight. It was an amazing story and also quite an amazing feeling according to people around her.

The feel of eyes meeting eyes. The feel of the first lingering stares. All of it, was worth the wait. She thought. She was willing to wait to meet whomever the person that was meant for her.

And the first time she saw her, it was her eyes that strikingly embedded to her. How that person’s eyes glow like stars in the darkest night. How it felt like she was deep into the ocean with those baby blue eyes. And she remembers how tears formed into those pair of eyes before disappearing from her vision.

She knew, right then and there, that it was love at first sight.

“So, what’s up, sis? Penny for your thoughts?” Asked Yang as she looked at her sister.

Snapping up from her stupor, she looked at her in confusion. “Ah—wha?”

Yang gave her a worried look. “You’ve been staring into nothingness. What’s wrong?”

Ruby shook her head. Implying that the latter shouldn’t be worried. “Its just… I sort of remembered an encounter with someone back then. And they have tears in their eyes. I just—I kinda want to meet them.”

Yang blinked and gave her a sly smile. “Is my baby sis in loooove?”

Ruby flushed in different shades of red and flail her arms around in panic. “I—I… maybe, I don’t know! It’s just—their eyes…”

Ruby met those eyes again. And this time, they’re staring back at her.

Those stunning shade of blues. She never have seen such beautiful shades in her life. It was—it was… breathtaking. She felt her heart twitch in anticipation, after all these years, she finally once again met those eyes.

“Yo! Earth to Ruby!” She heard her sister call.

She flinched at the volume and immediately switch her attention to her.

“I—wha… YANG!!” She yelled and gave her shocked sister a punch in the arm, earning a yelp from them.

“YOUCH—what was that for?!” She hissed in pain. Ouch, she didn’t know her sister could pack a punch.

“You made me miss them!” She continue to yell.

Yang blinked in confusion. “Miss who?!”

“The person with blue eyes!!”

Yang looked at her like a gaping fish out of the water. “Who now?”

Ruby closed her eyes tight, her fist lightly drumming on the table. “Blue eyes…”

“Blue? Eyes?” Parroted Yang.

Ruby’s shoulders sagged and leaned on the table groaning in disappointment, leaving Yang mulling over what the heck’s the blue eyes her sister is talking about.

Meanwhile, Blake was walking down the cafeteria with Weiss in tow. Or at least, that's what she thought. She saw that Weiss was nowhere near her and her eyes widen at the realization that she might be possibly swept off in the sea of people. Considering how short Weiss was, there’s no doubt that she might lose her—nevermind, she was just standing like a pole in the middle of the cafeteria.

“Weiss, what the heck is wrong with you? Why did you—are you okay, Weiss?” She looked at her friend who was busy looking at the wall across the cafeteria.

Weiss blinked and regain her posture to look at Blake like nothing happened.

“Nothing. I just, saw something. Nothing to worry about.” Her voice grew an octave higher than it should be and speed walk away with Blake running to catch up to her.

Days have passed and Weiss was still thinking. Not that she’s always not thinking, but this time there’s a cause that she didn’t know why of all things would be the cause.

Every time she closes her eyes, she sees those stunning silver eyes like no other. And every time she sleeps, she swears she could fly as she dreamt about those very same eyes. What is wrong with her? Does she need medical attention? No, not really. Does she need other attention? Eh, most likely.

“Okay, Weiss, what is wrong?” Asked Blake, her eyes brimming in concern.

“Pardon?” Asked Weiss, looking to her from where she is reading.

Blake’s shoulders slumps. “Are you okay? You’ve been… thinking… a lot. It’s like—it’s stressing you out.”

Weiss swivels her chair to meet her book. “What makes you say that?”

Blake can’t help but think that her friend is really stubborn as heck.

“You've been sighing a whole lot. Your eyes would be lost everywhere. You sometimes even don’t pay attention to classes this past few days.” Blake listed all what she had seen so far. Well, at least she didn’t know about the dreams.

The latter had her back straighten like a pole, her shoulders raised and her muscles tensed. Blake noticed this and sighed.

“Look, Weiss. I know you're stubborn, but never been this stubborn.” Blake started. “Could you please, at least tell me why?”

“Ain't nothing but a heartache.” Sang Weiss, jokingly. Blake gave her a deadpanned look. “Now, I really know there’s something wrong. You’re joking.”

“Ouch, that hurt, Belladonna. Can’t I make jokes?” Said Weiss while chuckling.

“Not this time, you won’t.” Glared Blake. Her eyes then soften and looked at her. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know.” Said Weiss, truthfully. She shook her head with a sigh. “I’m not even sure with what I’m feeling, or thinking about.”

Blake raised a brow at the answer and hold the latter’s shoulder. “Did something happened? Like, that time in the cafeteria.” She stated. Weiss continues to stare at Blake, before slumping on her chair, giving in.

“I met—more like saw… someone, I guess.” She started, taking a deep breathe before continuing. “I can’t help but think that they’re… eerily familiar. Like, I’ve seen them before.” Blake listened intently to what her friend is saying.

Weiss drummed her fingers on her desk, creating a slow beat. “And what's more striking about them, is when I saw her eyes. It… shone, like glowing stars in the night with how silver it is. And they’re… very beautiful.” Breathed Weiss. Blake stared at her in surprise with how soft and calm she sounds like.

“Wait, silver? Silver eyes?” Asked Blake. Weiss nodded. Blake took a sharp inhale and exhaled a smile. “I think I know who that is.”

Weiss’s back stood straight on her chair and looked at Blake eagerly. “Really? You know her?

Blake looked down in thought, then to Weiss. “I may have an inkling on who it was. And it involves Yang.”

“Xiao Long? As in, your girlfriend Yang Xiao Long?” Asked Weiss, incredulously. Blake laughed at her reaction. “Yes, the very same.”

Weiss then sighed at her. “Fine. I’m curious, but that doesn’t mean I would like whatever that blonde let out from her mouth.”

“Alright then. Tomorrow's good for you?” Asked Blake. Weiss nodded. “Yes.”

Blake stood up and told the former good night before heading towards her side of the room. Grabbed her phone. Sat on her bed. And called Yang.

“Wassup, kittycat?” Whistled Yang. Blake rolled her eyes, affectionately. “Hello to you too, Yang.” Blake heard Yang smile behind the phone.

“Why did you call? Is there something wrong?” Yang asked in concern. Blake sighed.

“Why does every time I call you, you’d always assume that?”

Yang shrugged. “Well, you know… the last time.”

Right. Of course… that. But that’s not why she called her this late this time. Tonight's different. A good kind of different.

“It’s not about that, don’t worry.” Said Blake. “You’re sister has silver eyes right?”

“Yeah? Why the sudden interest, Blakey?”

Blake exhaled. “Remember my best friend?”

“Weiss Schnee, right? Blue eyes. White hair. Cold as weiss. Yeah, I remember.”

She smiled at that. Of course, the pun will never cease to exist. That’s Yang Xiao Long, the punniest of them all.

“I want Ruby to meet her tomorrow.” She said, bluntly.

“Hold on, kitten. Are you playing matchmaking now?” Blake almost laughed at the accusation. Almost.

“No, I’m not.” She feigned ignorance, a tone in her voice tells Yang otherwise. “Why would I do that?

“Blakey, I know that tone. Heck, I’ve heard when it comes to the diddl—”

“Yang, I’m hanging you.” Stated Blake, firmly.

“Ack… no. Don’t. Geez, sorry. But yeah, you get my point. But why now all of a sudden?” Blake smirked at the question. “Oh, you’ll see.”

“Okay. I can practically hear you smirk. I swear Blake if you—”

“Thanks, Yang. Love you!” She said hanging up, leaving a very confused Yang, for the second time in the week.

The day of tomorrow came by, almost instantly. Seemingly excited to see the possible scenario that would happen, this very same day. And it is a perfect day. The sun blazing brightly. The clouds drifting in the sea of skies. The leaves rustling around with the wind, softly blowing melodies. It really is… a perfect day.

“Ouch, Blake! Stop pulling.” Whined Weiss.

Okay, well, not as perfect to Weiss. Blake ended up dragging her out when she refused to meet the silver eyed person whom she is almost everyday, thinking about.

“Blake, in all honesty. I think you're the most excited out of all of us.” Insisted Weiss. Blake laughed haughtily. “I am not. And I can vouch for that.”

True to her words, there is actually someone out there, who is equally excited as she is, if not, much more excited than her. And if you guessed right, congratulations, and if not, that’s fine, all is well. But yes, that person is no other than, Ruby Rose. Practically and almost literally jumping on Yang when she told her she’d be meeting a person with blue eyes.

“Ohhh!! Yes!! I bet she’s sooo pretty or beautiful.. o-or gorgeous… Yaaang!!” She squealed in excitement. Yang laughed at the action.

“Well, you’re lucky she’s a friend of mine and Blake.” Grinned Yang. The former hugged her sister and thanked her… a lot. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thaaank you, Yang!”

Yang smiled softly. “No problem. Anything for you, sis.” She then ruffled her sister's hair. “Ready to meet her?” Ruby nodded enthusiastically.

“Right then let’s go!” Yang said.

The restaurant's bell rang as the two sister's entered. Yang looked around before she saw a white hair standing out from the corner of the room. Grinning, she grabbed Ruby’s hand and head straight to where her girlfriend and friend is.

“What’s cookin’, good lookin’?” She said, as she leaned on the table to stare at Blake.

“Oh you know, a smoking hot, Bake-a-donna.” Blake humored back.

“Seriously? Right in front of my salad?” A white haired girl grumbled, insulted.

Yang swivels her head to Weiss. “Way to quote, Sch—right, of course, not quoting.”

Weiss gave her a deadpanned look. “I am quoting. Literally.” Yang chuckled at her and stood up straight, hugging her sister, who is staring at Weiss. Noticing this, she internally giggles.

“Weiss, meet my sister, Ruby. Ruby, meet Weiss.” Introduced Yang.

Unfortunately for her, the two are no longer paying attention to everything that is around them. Everything was blurred out, the people, the walls, everything. There were only static noise, buzzing out as they also block the sound from their surroundings. Both opened their mouths and simultaneously uttered a word.

“Blue…

..silver eyes…”

They both uttered.

Notes:

I was actually having a bit of a hard time to make this thing. I had to delete a thousand words worth of plot because it didn’t felt right.

This was originally supposed to be a Soulmate AU, but like, it was kind of a thing already of the WRW, so I brushed it off. Although, it still kind of leaning on to that part.

Oh yeah, you have to squint a bit to see the prompts in this shot. It’s easy to find don’t worry.

I was actually about to make it a bit longer, but I’m like; “Hey, I kinda like this ending. I’ll keep it.”

#wrw2020 #white rose week #rwby white rose #otp: thank me later #day 1 #there's also bumbleby

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wonderlandleighleigh · 5 years ago

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The Big Fat Movie List!

I saw @conspiringagainsttheuniverse wanted the big ol’ movie list that we’re currently making our way through with the help of a digital randomizer!

So it’s under the cut!

Note that anything with an *asterisk next to it is something we are considering vetoing, either because we have no desire to watch the film, or someone with a history of diddling children made the film, and we’re not interested in supporting their work.

The list is made up of box office winners and critical darlings from 1920 to 2020. There are around 20 movies per decade on the list. We decided to limit the list to one or two Disney movies per decade, so there are a lot of years where a few box office winners don’t appear because we wanted more variety.

Please excuse my typos. I was typing in a hurry!

Under the cut! Through this in a spreadsheet and see what movie you’re watching tonight!

Ben Hurr The Big Parade The Singing Fool The Four Horseman of the Apocalypse Something to Think About The Covered Wagon The Jazz Singer The Kid The Gold Rush Way Down East Sherlock Jr. Gone With the Wind Snow White Wizard of Oz Frankenstein Tom Sawyer King Kong Mr. Smith Goes to Washington Cavalcade Saratoga Mutiny of the Bounty City Lights Bride of Frankenstein Duck Soup Stagecoach Little Women Swing Time Love Affair All Quiet on the Western Front Young Mister Lincoln Bringing up Baby Bambi Mom and Dad Samson and Delilah The Best Years of Our Lives The Bells of St. Mary's This is the Army Duel in the Sun For Whom the Bell Tolls Sargent York Gong My Way Forever Amber Citizen Kane Casablanca Notorious Pinocchio Treasure of the Sierra Madre The Third Man The Shop Around the Corner Maltese Falcon The Grapes of Wrath The Lady Eve The Ten Commandments Lady and the Tramp Ben Hurr The Bridge on the River Kwai Around the World in 80 Days This is Cinerama The Greatest Show On Earth Rear Window South Pacific The Robe Vertigo Singing in the Rain Touch of Evil Some Like it Hot North by Northwest Rashamon All about Eve Streetcar Named Desire Twelve Angry Men Anatomy of a Murder The Sound of Music The Graduate Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid Jungle Book My Fair Lady Thunderball Cleopatra 2001 A Space Odyssy Guess Who's to Dinner How the West Was Won The Wild Bunch Doctor Strangelove Psycho Rosemary's Baby * The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance The Manchurian Candidate The Apartment The Servant Cool Han Luke The Hustler Star Wars: a New Hope Jaws Grease The Sting Superman The Godfather The Exorcist Smoky and the Bandit Animal House Blazing Saddles American Graffiti Nashville Mean Streets Woodstock Taxi Driver The Wild Child Apocalypse Now Days of Heaven Mcabe and Mrs. Miller Badlands ET Return of the Jedi Empire Strikes Back Batman Raider of the Lost Arc Ghostbusters Beverly Hills Cop Back to the Future Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade Top Gun Ran Grave of the Fireflies * The Decline of Western Civilization Platoon This is Spinal Tap Do the Right Thing The Right Stuff After Hours Hannah and Her Sisters * Postcards from the Edge Stop Making Sense Titanic Phantom Menace Jurassic Park The Lion King Forest Gump Independence Day The Sixth Sense Home Alone Men in Black Toy Story 2 Three Colors Red Hoop Dreams My Left Foot Beauty and the Beast Pulp Fiction Schindler’s List * Reversal of Fortune Brother's Keeper Crumb Maborosi Avatar Dark Knight Shrek 2 Pirates of the Caribbean Dead Man's Chest Spider-Man Transformers Revenge of the Fallen Revenge of the Sith Return of the King Spider-Man 2 Passion of the Christ Pan's Labyrinth Four Months Three Weeks and Two Days Killer of Sheep Ratatouille Spirited Away The Hurt Locker Sideways Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon Yi yi There Will be Blood Force Awakens Endgame Black Panther Infinity War Jurassic World The Avengers Last Jedi Incredible 2 The Lion King Rogue one Boyhood Moonlight Roma Manchester by the Sea * Twelve Years a Slave Parasite Gravity The Social Network * I am not your negro Portrait of a Lady on Fire

#movies

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hd-wireless · 5 years ago

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🎶H/D Wireless Reveals Masterpost! 🎶

📻🎶 H/D Wireless 2019 - Drum Roll Please!

🎵 Wireless wished upon a star Creators came from near and far Fics and art were made with love And dreams came true 🎵

🎤 Welcome to the final show of H/D Wireless 2019!

Today is the day the magic ends, we're casting Revelio, making our participants finally visible!

Thank you to everyone who has spent the last few weeks with us! It was a ride! We got to see Draco answer fanmail, watch a relationship grow just like a tiny potted plant, saw Harry as Aladdin, travelled through time, and so much more! Thank you to our fantastic artists and authors, without your creative minds fests like ours would be lost, thanks for all the love you put into your works we hope you had a blast! And thank you to everyone who flailed in the comments, everyone delivered a great work and we're glad you enjoyed them!

We had three artworks, and twenty-eight fics, which makes a total of thirty-one submissions!

And now without any further ado, may we present: The artists and authors of this year's H/D Wireless!

Standing ovations for our great participants, please!

And here's the Playlist one last time!

🎵 ART

🎵 Title: Jolly Holiday (G)

Creator: @julcheninred

Song and movie: Jolly Holiday - Mary Poppins

Summary: A lovely magical date in a sidewalk chalk drawing!

📻 Title: The Sea Witch (T)

Creator: @shiftylinguini

Song and movie: Poor Unfortunate Souls - The Little Mermaid

Summary: Harry's got a problem. He knows there's one person who can help him. Well, who might help him. There'll be a price, though. The sea witch always wants something in return.

Harry thinks he's got something Draco might want.

🎵 Title: Anything your heart desires (T)

Creator: @maesterchill

Song and movie: When you wish upon a star - Pinocchio

Summary: Harry makes a wish upon a star—well, two wishes, really.

Draco only hears the first one but he makes them both come true.

🎵 FIC

🎵 Title: I dream of you, to wake [T, 13.6k]

Creator: @harryromper

Song and movie: Once Upon A Dream - Maleficent (Lana Del Rey version)

Summary: “Typically coma patients are made comfortable and left to regain consciousness in their own time," Draco points out carefully.

“Typically, yes. But when has anything about Harry been typical.” Hermione sighs, rubbing at her eye with the heel of her hand. “The Healer-in-Charge has consulted with experts at all the major wizarding hospitals. They all agree. Whatever’s happening inside of Harry’s head right now is killing him.”

Draco Malfoy is a world-renowned dream-walker, and he may be Harry Potter’s only hope.

📻 Title: remember me [T, 31k]

Creator: @hupsoonheng-blog

Song and movie: Remember Me - Coco

Summary: On a chilly day in October, Draco kisses Harry goodbye before he goes on yet another dangerous, undercover mission with the Aurors.

And then Harry doesn’t come back.

Only Draco believes that Harry isn’t dead, and pours himself into finding his husband despite his friends’ pleas to move on and grieve properly. What he finds at the end of that work, though, is not at all what he wanted.

🎵 Title: Upstaged [M, 3.4k]

Creator: @lettersbyelise

Song and movie: Hi-Diddle-Dee-Dee (An Actors Life For Me) - Pinocchio

Summary: West End actor Drake O'Malley starts receiving fanmail from a (not so mysterious) stranger.

📻 Title: Love, and Other Nonsense [T, 6.4k]

Creator: @aelys-althea

Song and movie: I Won't Say (I'm In Love) - Hercules

Summary: Harry wasn't in love. No way. It wasn't even a crush, because it couldn't be. Surely.

Or so he thought until he found he couldn't stop thinking about a certain someone. Denial doesn't last for long when you've got a couple of helpful portraits to help realise the truth.

🎵 Title: Believe the very best [M, 10k]

Creator: @parkkate

Song and movie: Can You Feel The Love Tonight - The Lion King

Summary: Draco tries to convince Harry he’s the chosen one

📻 Title: Silverpoint [E, 8.8k]

Creator: @tackytigerfic

Song and movie: I See the Light - Tangled

Summary: "It seems fairly simple to you, but you know that you don't really understand love - how could you, after all? You've never known how to talk about it, but you've never had to before. Everyone you ended up loving has always understood. You've been able to show them, by fighting for them, dying for them.

That seems a bit much- after all, Malfoy just wants tea in bed and his cock in your mouth (not usually at the same time).

It's ok to love him, you reason with yourself - he doesn't have to know. No one ever has to know."

Or: How Harry Potter Fell In Love (and Realised that Draco Malfoy Loved Him Back).

🎵 Title: The Ryokan [T, 1.2k]

Creator: @ladderofyears

Song and movie: How Far I'll Go - Moana

Summary: Harry is stressed and unhappy with life in wizarding London. In an attempt to help Harry relax, Draco takes him to stay in a Ryokan, a traditional Japanese inn.

📻 Title: Dreaming Darkly [E, 39.9k]

Creator: @quicksilvermaid

Song and movie: Trust in me - Jungle Book

Summary: It's five years after the war, and Harry is not okay. He hates his job. He hates Robards. He hates Ron's promotions and Hermione's concern.

He chases oblivion in booze and weed and quick dirty fucks, but it's never enough.

Then Draco Malfoy's face comes up on the case board as a murder suspect and Harry is thrown into an investigation that will take him to dark and dangerous places and force him to question the line between dreams and reality.

🎵 Title: Of Losing Hope And Winning A War [T, 19k]

Creator: @gnarf

Song and Movie: Be Prepared - Lion King

Summary: With the Dark Lord living in the Manor and no way to escape, Draco felt lost, trapped in a nightmare.

He couldn't know things were about to change for him. But first he had to lose all of what was left of his hope.

📻 Title: Every Leaf That Unfurls, Every Petal That Blooms [T, 6.3k]

Creator: @bafflinghaze

Song and movie: So this is love - Cinderella

Summary: Draco can’t keep cacti alive, let alone flowers. None of this stops Neville Longbottom from giving him potted earth with promises of a seed nestled inside. “Don’t worry,” he assures Draco. “Harry will help.”

Which makes no sense—surely Potter’s saviour complex doesn’t extend to plants! Spoiler: it does, leading to Potter coming over to Draco’s place for dinner more frequently than ever.

Or, the one where everyone knows that Harry and Draco are dating...except them.

🎵 Title: When You Can't Find A Hero, Become One [M, 15.8k]

Creator: @meandminniemcg

Song and movie: Wherever You Are - Winnie the Pooh: Pooh's Greatest Adventure

Summary: After Harry Potter's mysterious disappearance, wizarding Britain moved on. Some moved on because they didn't care, some to keep the pieces of their lives together or to be strong for their traumatised loved ones. But Draco can’t move on. He decides to do whatever it takes to find out what happened to Potter. And Slytherins are good at doing whatever it takes.

📻 Title: Strike a Good Match [T, 11.6k]

Creator: @punk-rock-yuppie

Song and movie: Honor to Us All - Mulan

Summary: Draco tries to restore honor to the Malfoy family name. Of course Potter comes along and fucks it all up

🎵 Title: Songs in the Key of Love [E, 12.8k]

Creator: @malenkayacherepakha

Song and movie: Whistle while you work - Snow White and the Seven Dwarves

Summary: Harry Potter had been irritating Draco since the day they met, and Draco thought he knew every frustrating little aspect of the man after so many years of rivalry.

But then they were paired together as Auror partners, and things got so much worse.

Apparently, Harry liked to whistle while he worked, and it was the single most annoying sound Draco had ever heard in his life.

📻 Title: Wings of Salvation [T, 42.4k]

Creator: @poljupci

Song and movie: I saw a dragon - Pete's dragon

Summary: After the death of his mother, Draco is left with a summerhouse he hasn’t visited since his childhood and having signed every piece of paperwork his solicitor put before him, he sets out to visit the place that holds his happiest memories.

Upon arrival, he’s met with a surprise that will change the course of his life for better or for worse. An injured Hebridean Black is sleeping in front of the door and with hopes of a new adventure, he decides to help the dragon, naming her Salus and owling his former best friend, Harry Potter to come and help him one last time.

Through foggy days and wine-filled evenings, with friends and a small muggle town on their side, they spend their time rediscovering friendship, building love and learning what it truly means to be free.

🎵 Title: For the First Time and Forever [T, 15.9k]

Creator: @drarryruinedme7 (MarchNoGirl)

Song and movie: For the First Time in Forever - Frozen

Summary: After five years of isolation, Draco opens Malfoy Manor and himself up again to the Wizarding World. Harry Potter's reappearance is anything but expected.

A story about metaphorical fireworks, literal fireworks, and a succession of very annoying sentient pieces of furniture.

📻 Title: Poor Unfortunate Souls [E, 19.6k]

Creator: @doubleappled

Song and movie: Poor Unfortunate Souls - The Little Mermaid

Summary: Draco is a potioneer. Harry's trying to save his sex-challenged marriage. Everything is a mess, but at least there's an octopus in the lobby.

🎵 Title: He's Holding Back, He's Hiding [T, 7.4k]

Creator: @straightasdrarry (carereren)

Song and Movie: Can you feel the love tonight - Lion King

Summary: Harry and Draco are both oblivious idiots and Pansy is tired of their mutual pining.

📻 Title: What Is A True Diamond (In The Rough)? [G, 17k]

Creator: @assassinsdragons (Dexiha)

Song and movie: Prince Ali - Aladdin

Summary: Yes, this is a fic about Harry, as Aladdin, finding love in the Sultan’s successor; Prince Draco. But it is not only a story about love. It is also about freedom. And about dreams. More specifically, it’s about dreams coming true

🎵 Title: Now I see [T, 4k]

Creator: @saphira_black

Song and movie: Reflection - Mulan

Summary: The sudden realisation hit him like a sledgehammer. This was no longer his true self. He’d changed. He would always be the son of his parents, but he was no longer the puppet of the Dark Lord, a scared little boy who tried everything to survive during a war.

📻 Title: When Did You Last Let Your Heart Decide? [E, 50.3k]

Creator: @euphemisia

Song and movie: A Whole New World - Aladdin

Summary: "I can show you the world."

Our world is a broken disaster. A world separated by death and devastation.

"Shining, shimmering, splendid." is

Torn, darkened, burnt.

"I can open your eyes."

My eyes are watering from the smoke.

"Take you wonder by wonder."

Are you a wonder? Could you please, please take me somewhere?

🎵 Title: Dig A Little Deeper [T, 3.4k]

Creator: @china-nightingale

Song and movie: Dig A Little Deeper - The Princess and the Frog

Summary: Sometimes a second chance is all you need to move on with your life.

Sometimes that second chance comes with an unexpected friendship.

And sometimes that friend is a pain in the arse who is most certainly never going to be forgiven.

📻 Title: Green [G, 19.6k]

Creator: @RunningOutsideTheLines

Song and movie: Not easy being Green - Muppets

Summary: Draco is struggling to find a way to recover from the war with his life in shambles, his father in Azkaban, his house ransacked and the Magical government is struggling to recover from the loss of so many major political figures that were caught up in the war.

With the notice of the death of his Father, Draco abandons all hope of trying to fix things going forward and instead makes the final purchase necessary for his most extreme plan to fix everything that went wrong, and finds himself suddenly reliving his first year at Hogwarts.

Draco scrambles to adjust his plans only to find himself sorted into Gryffindor causing him to abandon all hope of pulling off the death of Voldemort by himself and starts reaching out to others for help as he struggles to maintain his identity as a Slytherin and Malfoy.

🎵 Title: Harry Knows Best [T, 4.2k]

Creator: @ununquadius

Song and movie: Mother Knows Best - Tangled

Summary: Harry has always lived inside the walls of Number 4 Privet Drive. His Aunt and Uncle keep him protected from the outside world, a place full of people who wouldn't hesitate to use his magical powers to their own benefit. Harry, however, dreams with a trip to London. His dreams will become true, when a blond thief enters his house in the middle of the night.

📻 Title: Unfortunate Souls [E, 11.3k]

Creator: @drarryismymuse

Song and movie: Poor Unfortunate Souls - The Little Mermaid

Summary: He was warned not to deal with the reclusive witch in Knockturn Alley as she never played fair, but when Draco finds himself backed into a corner with no way out, and his mother's life in the balance, he makes the ultimate sacrifice to ensure their safety.

🎵 Title: Don’t Keep on Pretending [G, 3.1k]

Creator: @katemarley

Song and movie: Song from Mr Ray - Finding Nemo

Summary: After a talk to fifth years about Auror training, Harry Potter stops by the Potions classroom. Chatting with Draco Malfoy about Albus and James’s performance in Potions leads to a talk about the most uncomfortable moments of their past, but maybe they can proceed from there…

📻 Title: Herbology Study #8-C [T, 3.3k]

Creator: @fantom-ftnoise

Song and movie: Pink Elephants on Parade - Dumbo

Summary: In Neville's latest Herbology experiment, Hermione finds nargles, Ron is pumpkin juice, Harry is dramatic, and Draco saves the day.

🎵 Title: The World Has Somehow Shifted (Now That I See You) [T, 27.9k]

Creator: @inevitabledrarry

Song and movie: I See The Light - Tangled

Summary: Potter’s eyes soften. “I know. That’s not what I meant. I just… Just give me a chance, yeah?”

Draco looks into Potter’s vibrant emerald eyes. He can see the hesitancy and hope. Those eyes alone could undo Draco. But why should he give Potter a chance? Potter’s the one who didn’t even respond to his owls. Not even a ‘No thank you, I have better things to do.’ So why the sudden interest now?

Draco taps his fingers on the table in a rhythm of right to left, hoping he’s making the right choice. What’s the worst possible thing that can happen?

He doesn’t expect the answer to be falling in love with Harry Potter.

A story where Harry and Draco discover themselves– and each other– in the process.

📻 Title: Falling for a Golden Boy [E, 44.6k]

Creator: @rockmarina (otpshipper98)

Song and movie: I won't say (I'm in love) - Hercules

Summary: Merlin. Why couldn’t Draco have moved to a forgotten village in the Alps? He could have turned into a shepherd, learned to make his own damn cheese and given up his damn magic. But no, he’d had to come back to his Eighth year, hadn’t he? And this was his life now. Draping himself over Potter to hear words from him that he knew Potter wouldn’t ever mean.

Great. The school year ahead of him looked simply great.

“All I know is—when I’m with you, I…” Potter, the heathen, grunted when he read the rest of his line. “Do I really need to say this?”

“What, scared of believing your own words, Scarhead?” Draco spat.

“Boys,” O’Neill warned them.

“All I—all I know is you’re the most amazing person with weak ankles that I've ever met, Meg.” Potter scowled. He was blushing again. “And when I’m with you, I feel less alone.”

Or where a drama play, a grumpy pompom and a bunch of well-intentioned friends help Draco and Harry find peace—and each other—after the war.

📣📣📣

Once again, we would like to say thank you to everyone involved in the fest! The prompters, creators, the commenters and every single one of you who supported the fest!!

Happily Ever After

Your mods

@gnarf @maesterchill @candybarrnerd

#hd wireless #hd wireless 2019 #hd wireless masterpost

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shigironkii · 2 years ago

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PLEASE HELP!

hello all! My old tumblr riddles-and-diddles is gone, mainly due to loosing my password for it ;-;

This is my new blog! I can still do requests for writings, i know i had alot of unopen asked for prompts and im sad i lost them all..

Ill be making a proper introduction here in a second, but! If you want some writing done then just send me an ask~

I write mainly for dano!riddler and arkhamverse riddler at the moment, alittle bit of scarecrow too! (Year one and arkhamverse)

#batman #the riddler #riddler #edward nigma #edward nashton #ziggy types

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gaamagirl565 · 5 years ago

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Matters of the heart ep 10

Matters of the heart

Episode 10

First impressions

{OPENING CREDITS}

{open to morning in old corona; rooster crows and pans to Isaiah waking up; start reprise of “when will my life begin”} {Isaiah} Ugh. 7:15 it’s morning once again time to get up Go downstairs and eat whatever dad has made Go outside and get started on my chores Feed the pigs, milk the cows and now it’s 8;45 Time to get the eggs from all the mother hens Let sheep all out of their tiny pen Pick some fruit, and read, and just basically Wonder when will my life begin And I’ll keep wonderin’ and wonderin’

and wonderin’ and wonderin’ Just when will my life begin… Ugh… {end song with Isaiah kicking a bucket then promptly grabbing his foot} Isaiah: Ow! {cut to the edge of the forest and noremoth is looking over at old Corona} Noremoth: Corona...ick...The name always leaves a bad taste in my mouth… Cassandra: I would ask why but I feel like you're going to tell me even if I don't… Noremoth: a kingdom full of self-righteous people... too high and mighty to even care about helping those less fortunate. they speak as if there's some sort of Heaven on earth and then they turn around and ignore your existence when you truly need them… Cassandra: that's not completely true… Noremoth: and yet your past begs to differ sweet vessel… Cassandra: call me that again we will have problems. Noremoth: temper temper... you know your mission correct? Cassandra:... yes… Noremoth: good girl... repeat it, please. Cassandra:... infiltrate Corona get the Moonstone shard and leave. Noremoth: that's a right and remember we're not here to diddle daddle... get it and go. Cassandra: You told me about the person who has it and let me just say I knew this person at one point and he's not going to give it up easily so how do you expect me to get it? {Noremoth unsheathes his sword} Noremoth: by any means necessary of course! and don't forget if you try and tell anyone of what's going on... let's just say you won't want that. {Cassandra’s eyes flicker in color for a second; Cut to Isaiah in the orchard with a basket and a book} Isaiah: ughhh! I'm never going to get this right! it says to keep my knees leveled and balance but how am I supposed to do that when I can't even pick up the sword! {Ruddiger yawns and Isaiah walks over to a tree with a long sword resting on it; not to far away from him is a stump with a log on it} Isaiah: Okay... hold sword firmly in hands and swing forcefully down...Ruddiger, if this kills me I want roses at my funeral, thank you! { he closes the book and picks up the sword; Cassandra appears from behind a tree that immediately Retreats behind it upon seeing him; Isaiah attempts to lift the sword} Cassandra: what on Earth is he doing? { Isaiah lifts the sword over his head but the weight causes him to fall onto his back and drop it} Isaiah: Whoa!!...owwww…. { Cassandra cringes and walks over to him} Cassandra: what are you doing kid? { Isaiah immediately jumps up and tries listing The Sword in the defensive position} Isaiah: who are you!? I've never seen you around here before! are you a threat!? Cassandra: Okay first of all… { she sweeps out her leg knocking Isaiah's legs out from under him making him fall back to the ground} Cassandra: your stance was all wrong... secondly the sword is way too heavy for you you wouldn't be able to lift it further than your head if you tried I'm surprised you were even able to do that... this is a claymore kid… Isaiah:... it's my family's Greatsword... Cassandra: uh-huh... you do realize greatswords nowadays are practically decorative right? not actually used for fighting anymore. Isaiah:.. that would explain why it was so dull… { Cassandra helps him up and pulls out her own sword which is much thinner and medium-sized; she hands it over to him} Cassandra: there. Better? Isaiah: yeah I'm actually kind of surprised at how much lighter this one feels. Cassandra: your stance was all wrong your legs were crooked. don't Point them inward. Point your knees outward and lift with your knees only curl your back when you're going to swing. as for your aim might be a little more difficult for you considering your eye... your depth perception must be crap. Isaiah: hey! Cassandra: I'm just speaking the truth kid… { she moves behind him and Maneuvers him into the correct position} Cassandra: there... Try it now. { Isaiah eyes her curiously before going to swing; he cuts the log in half perfectly} Isaiah: I..I did it..I DID IT! Cassandra: you sure did kid. Isaiah: thank you, Miss... I didn't catch your name Cassandra: my name is Cassandra but you can call me Cass. Isaiah: I'm Isaiah... {cut to them sitting under a tree and having lunch together laughing} Cassandra: wow.. that is... quite the way to get a scar… Isaiah: yeah I probably should have thought that one through… Cassandra: when I was younger I knew a kid not too much older than you and he almost crashed me with this giant robot thing… Isaiah: geez that kid sounds unstable! Haha! Cassandra: yeah... haven't seen him in years... so do your parents know you want to be part of the royal guard or… Isaiah: my dad knows he tries not to show up but I know he's nervous about me joining... I never got to tell Mum… Cassandra: Why is that? Isaiah: I lost my mom when I was really little. she was killed by Bandits… Cassandra: I'm really sorry about that kid… but you still got your dad right? what does he do? Isaiah: he's an alchemist mostly… {Cassandra looks shell shocked} Isaiah: apparently he used to do a lot of traveling before I was born and he's best friends with the queen. Apparently she got him out of a lot of trouble when he was younger he won't talk about that though. brings up bad memories you know? Miss Cass? {cut to Cassandra crying and looking shocked} Isaiah: Miss Cass? what's wrong? are you okay? { Cassandra looks over at him and wipes her tears away} Cassandra: Yeah... just something in my eye… Isaiah: I can tell you're lying trust me that's a line I always use. {Cassandra looks away from him} Cassandra: look all I'm going to say is... I know your dad... or rather I knew him. we were good friends once. Isaiah: really!? Cassandra: let me guess your dad's name is Varian? Isaiah: Yes! my dad is Varian! when was the last time you two saw each other!? { Cassandra Shuffle uncomfortably} Cassandra: look kid...I’m kinda here for a reason...and it’s not... Isaiah: no yeah I totally get it! hey you know what we're supposed to be visiting the capitol tomorrow! why don't you come with me! you guys could see each other again! Cassandra: um kid I… Isaiah: please miss Cassandra? I'm sure it would make my dad really happy to see you again! {Cassandra look sadly at him and then back at the forest where the cult is waiting then back at him; Isaiah is looking up at her with hopeful eyes} Cassandra: alright... I'll meet you at the castle tomorrow….

Isaiah: that sounds great! I'll see you there tomorrow! I better return the Greatsword to my family's house before Grandpa realizes it's missing! Cassandra: *Chuckles* yeah that would probably be a good idea… Isaiah: see you tomorrow miss Cass! and thank you! {her eyes flicker in color and pink magic crackles around her for a moment} Cassandra: Sorry little guy... you're not going to enjoy this at all... { cut to a giant barn where men are loading heavy sacks of grain to store for the winter} Varian: If we follow this plan we should be able to keep enough grain to last us through winter... I've also put aside some seedlings to test on to see if we can come up with a better Harvest next year. Quirin: good idea... and maybe we could…. Varian: dad? something wrong? Quirin: slowly look over towards the northern border of the field... try not to make it obvious… { Varian does as he's told and sees a small group of people in armor trying to hide amongst the trees} Varian: I know those people... I know that armor...Noremoth... it's the cult… Quirin: you mean...that group you were fighting all those years ago? Varian: I thought they died out...they hadn’t made a move in years… Quirin:....I’ll gather the men. Tell them to gather their swords. Varian: don’t make any moves yet...Wheres my son? Quirin: he was out in the orchard. Varian: By himself!? They could have him already! Gather a search party! We need to-ah! {He turns around and Isaiah is right behind him} Varian: Isaiah! Oh, thank goodness! {he grabs him and checks him over} Varian: Isaiah did you see anyone? Did you speak to anyone? Isaiah: uhhh...no...why? Varian: We need to go to the castle! C’mon! Isaiah: Wait what!? Why!? Varian: Isaiah there are things I need to discuss with the queen and I want to keep an eye on you Isaiah: b-but dad- Varian: no buts Isaiah! In the wagon, now! Isaiah:...y-yes, sir... {Cassandra watches from the orchard and walks away with a sad but determined look; cut to Varian keeping the horse at a gallop through Corona’s main roads making people dodge} Isaiah: Ah!...D-dad slow down! You’re gonna hit, someone! Varian: sorry buddy no can do! {He gallops past the guard at the gate} Guard: what the-!? {he pulls the reins to stop the horse; he rushes out and grabs Isaiah and runs carrying him into the castle; when he reaches the throne room he sets Isaiah down} Varian: Go find princess lily! Find her and both of you go to her room and lock the door! Don’t come out until I or the king or Queen come for you understand!? {Isaiah nods and runs away as Varian runs into the throne room; cut to the royal gardens} Isaiah: Lily? Lily!? Where are you? Lily: hmm? Isaiah: LILY!? {Lily gets up and jogs over from the bench she was reading on} Lily: what? Stop shouting! Isaiah: C’mon! We gotta go! {He pulls her hand} Lily: What why? What’s going on? Isaiah: I don’t know but I think the kingdom is under attack Lily: What!? Isaiah: my dad rushed us here and told me to protect you so come on! {They run through the garden heading to the main door but they hear running from behind} Isaiah: Quick into the bushes Lily! {He puts her in the bushes and picks up a thorned branch and hides; he waits for the person to get close enough before he jumps out and knocks their legs out from under them and points the branch at the once their down} Cassandra: nice job, kid... Isaiah: miss Cass? How did... how did you get here without the guards…? Cassandra: that doesn’t matter now...do you know where your dad is? Isaiah:... why? I thought we agreed we'd meet here tomorrow…? miss Cassandra what's going on? Cassandra: look Isaiah I don't have time! I know I promised you before but things change… Isaiah:... what are you talking about? Why do you want to see my dad now if you were going to see him tomorrow? Cassandra:... just tell me where he is…I don’t want anyone to get hurt... Isaiah: I…!? {Varian, Eugene, Rapunzel, Lance, and Various guards burst into the courtyard pointing their weapons} Rapunzel: C-Cass? Varian: Cassandra? What? Eugene: Okay I'm confused I thought you said there was a threat… Varian: there was.. I'm sure of it I saw them on the northern border of old Corona! {Cassandra suddenly looks like she's in pain as she holds herself slightly; Noremoth watches from a ways away} Isaiah: M-Miss Cass? Are you okay? {Pink crackles of magic surround her and she grips under her head} Cassandra: please... no... not now… Rapunzel: Cass? { suddenly everything is deathly quiet and Cassandra looks up with pink irises and green scleras; Varian’s eyes dilate in fear} Varian: no... {Cassandra grabs Isaiah and presses a dagger to his throat; cut to Noremoth and he looks visibly disturbed; cut back to cassandra} Isaiah: AH!...M-miss...Cass? I...I don’t Cassandra: like I said kid plans change. {Varian begins to panic} Varian: Cassandra please don’t! Cassandra: listen here Varian... you have something that we need... and I think you know exactly what I'm talking about… { Varian puts his hand over one of his vest pockets} Cassandra: Bingo... and let me make this perfectly clear if you want your kid to live I’d just hand it over. Varian: Please Cassandra...he’s just a child...let him go… Rapunzel: Cassandra you don't understand what you've missed in the last couple of years Isaiah is a literally all that Varian has please let him go! Cassandra: Oh Thank you Rapunzel! you reminded me of something! Here Varian! I've been meaning to return this to you! { she tosses over Estelles necklace and burying catches it; he begins visibly shaking} Varian: H-how did...how did you…? Cassandra: let me ask you something there and did you lie to your son or did you seriously not know? Isaiah: Daddy what’s she talking about? Cassandra: Oh my gosh you really didn't know, did you? let me tell you it wasn't easy especially that Duke... barreling out of the carriage like that attempting to protect her... it was actually kind of romantic that brings me to a question. what was she doing with a necklace with your name on it and such a romantic message on the back? wasn't she already married to that Duke? oh my do I sense a scandal? {Varian looks up at her filled with rage} Varian: you...you killed her… {Isaiah looks shell shocked and confused} Isaiah: W-what? Cassandra: yes indeed I did... we've been calling it a practice round if you will... I was quite new to this power that I now possess. I needed to learn to control it however it appears I'm “unstable” however I would have never been able to find that out if it weren't for the lovely duchess so thank you! thank you for sending them my way. Varian: I’LL KILL YOU! Eugene: Varian trust me I get it but... Rapunzel: We need to keep our heads. Varian: She killed Estelle! I’ll destroy her! {Isaiah begins shaking and whimpering} Cassandra: tell you what I'll make you a little deal... you give me the moonstone shard and I'll give you back your boy do we have a deal?

{Varian looks Isaiah in the eyes} Isaiah:...Daddy… {Varian reaches into his pocket and takes out a small vial with a glowing shard} Cassandra: Perfect...AH! {Cassandra lets go of Isaiah and falls in pain letting Isaiah run over to his father; it’s revealed an arrow has pierced her shoulder} Cassandra: What in the hell… {Cassandra looks over to see Adira with Princess Lily behind her} Cassandra: you know there are some people that are nice to see you again and then there's you… Lance: that’s my Lady! Woohoo! {Noremoth rushes in and stands between them} Eugene: Now who is this guy!? Varian: Noremoth… Noremoth: Varian you wretch… {he holds up a vial of something} Noremoth: Backup all of you! if I drop this we all go up in smoke! Rapunzel: what do you want… Noremoth: I want to leave in peace rather than pieces... and I'm taking our vessel with me… Rapunzel: her name is Cassandra! {Eugene holds her back} Noremoth: eh, tomato...tomato... The point is we are leaving and you will not stop us... understood {Everyone is silent as Noremoth helps Cassandra up and waves his glove, making a portal; the walk through it and leave} Varian: Isaiah are you okay!? {Isaiah sobs loudly into his Father’s chest} Rapunzel: Is he okay!? {Adira walks over and examines his neck} Adira: ...He has a slight cut on his neck but nothing that can't easily be healed. Varian: shhhh...Isaiah...I’m here...it’s okay. I’m here. Isaiah: D-daddy… Varian: shhh..oh baby boy….it’s okay… {Varian looks at the necklace in his hand and down at his son then at his friends before shedding a few tears himself} Varian:...It’s okay...We’re okay… {END CREDITS}

#Tangled #tts #rta #varian #Isaiah #cassandra #tts oc #fan fic

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reddeadgarlicbread · 6 years ago

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All I Have - A Red Dead Redemption 2 Story - Chapter Seven

Reminder that requests are OPEN

Synopsis:

Sage Marston is the younger sister of John Marston, member of the notorious Van Der Linde Gang. After being separated as children, John finds his sister and invites her to run away with him and the gang.

As Sage quickly becomes a member of the family and valued member of the gang, she also falls in love with the charismatic leader, Dutch Van Der Linde. But little does she know, another member of the gang is falling in love with her, as well.

How will Sage cope with being a member of the gang? And what will happen when Dutch begins to lose himself?

Dutch Van Der Linde x OC Arthur Morgan x OC

Major spoilers for RDR2

Sage tried her best to avoid Arthur after the night he got drunk and called her beautiful. It wasn’t even the fact that he called her beautiful that was bothering her. It was that look in his eyes, like it really meant something, drunk or not. She didn’t quite know how to deal with that.

She was relieved he wasn’t around camp the next day. He had been sent out by Strauss to collect some debt from the unfortunate people who had received a loan from him. She didn’t think it would take him long, though. He’d be back soon, and she knew she’d have to face him. She hoped he wouldn’t remember he said it. She couldn’t imagine what Dutch would say if he knew.

Dutch had a temper, and he was fiercely protective of his wife. Before Blackwater, Sean would frequently hit on her as a joke, and it made Dutch absolutely livid. He didn’t tolerate anyone showing romantic or sexual interest in Sage. So, she decided to keep it from him, to protect Arthur. It was for the best.

August was growing so quickly, and he looked more and more like his father every day. He had his father’s eyes, his black hair, and seemingly, his attitude as well. Dutch was crazy about him. He couldn’t have dreamed of a better son. He always said Arthur and John were like sons to him, but it was nothing like having a real son of his own. He was so proud of him when he did absolutely anything. Had a good appetite when it was time to feed him? He was proud. Babbled back to Dutch when he tried to talk to him? He was proud. Giggled when Uncle made funny faces at him? Proud. He was the perfect father. Sage felt overwhelmingly lucky.

Sage kneeled in the grass, watching her little boy as he looked around at the world surrounding him. Everything was so new to him, his reaction was always one of wonder. It was so sweet to watch him experience the world for the first time. It made Sage tear up every time.

“Dutch, come look at him,” she said, as she watched him do absolutely nothing.

Dutch walked over, and smiled at his son. “He’s just so perfect,” he said. Dutch was crazy about the kid.

They heard the sound of someone coming into camp on a horse. Sage knew who it was before they even arrived, and felt a chill go through her body. She knew she’d have to face him sometime. Might as well be now.

Arthur rode into camp, jumped off his horse and walked over to her and Dutch’s tent to place the money in the camp funds box. He glanced at Sage briefly, but mostly ignored her.

“Dutch,” Sage said, looking up at her husband. “Will you take August? I need to go speak to Arthur.”

“Of course! Come here, my boy,” he said, lifting up his son. August cooed at him, causing Dutch to laugh. “Look how smart he is! That’s my boy.”

Sage couldn’t help but smile at her boys as she stood. They made her heart feel so full, she couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have the two of them.

She headed over to Arthur slowly. Her mind ran through all of the options, all the things she could say to him. She wanted to be prepared.

“Hello, Arthur,” she said, catching him by surprise.

“Hello, Sage,” he said.

“Listen, about last night -”

“Ahh, Sage, I have no idea what even happened last night. If I said or did something stupid, I’m real sorry, but I don’t remember.”

“Oh,” she said, feeling pretty stupid herself. It seemed she had just been imagining things when she thought he was avoiding her. “You, uh, you’ve got some blood on your face.”

He wiped it away. “Oh, yeah,” he said. “Got coughed on by some feller. Seemed real sick.”

She looked at him with concern. “You alright?”

“I’m sure I will be,” he said. “Listen, I’d love to talk since we haven’t had much time to do that lately, but I need to meet Javier and Charles in Blackwater.”

“Blackwater!” she exclaimed. “Why?”

“Trelawny found Sean. He’s being held by some bounty hunters out there.”

“Sean! He’s alright?”

“As far as I know.”

“Oh, Arthur,” she placed a hand on his arm. “Please bring him back to us safe. I don’t know what I’d do without that kid.”

He gave her a comforting smile. “I’ll try my best.”

“I know you can do it, Arthur.”

“Well,” he said, looking at her sheepishly. “Anything for you.”

When Javier rode into camp later that evening with Sean, Sage spotted him immediately. She handed August to Abigail and ran over to him.

“Sean!”

Sean hopped off Javier’s horse, and held his arms out for her. She ran into them, wrapping her arms around her friend tightly. “Hello beautiful! How’s my favorite girl?”

“Amazing, now that you’re back. I’m so happy to see you.”

He held her at arms length to take in her appearance. “You’ve lost weight since I last saw ya!”

She rolled her eyes at him. “You’ve got to meet the baby!” she exclaimed. “He’s going to love you. His name is August.”

“Ah, little Dutch Jr.,” he said. “Does he look much like his dad?”

“Just like him.”

“Ah, poor kid.”

Sage slapped his chest. “Sean!”

“Ah, I’m only teasin’! Let’s go see our newest little gang member.”

When Arthur rode into camp, Dutch already had Sean’s party well underway. Dutch spoke to Arthur, a cigar in hand, as Sage sat around the table with Javier, Karen, and Uncle. August was tucked in his crib, sleeping soundly, almost as if he knew his parents needed this break to unwind and relax. Sean pulled a box out, and stepped up on it.

“Oh, here we go!”

“No speeches, please!”

“Uncle Sean is back!” he called. “And don’t you worry, Miss Grimshaw, you old crone. I’ll keep them girls in line, if I have to whip ‘em, I will!” He took a long drink from the bottle. “And don’t you worry, Mr. Pearson, you drunk ol’ shit bag. It’ll be nothing but, uh...the finest game in the pot, now Dead Eye Macguire’s back! And you, Dutch, don’t you worry about a thing, now that I’m back to take care of your girl!” Sage rolled her eyes with a laugh, while Dutch gave Sean a look. “I love you bastards...have fun. Have lots of fun!”

“Yeah, Sean!” Someone called.

Sean stepped off the box and headed over for their table.

“Uh oh, here comes trouble,” Karen said.

“Mind if I join you fine folks?” Sean asked.

“I suppose,” said Karen.

“You ladies are looking lovely as ever, if I may say so.”

“Oh, stop it.”

“Imagine riding with him all the way from Blackwater to here,” Javier said.

“Come on, how about a song!” Dutch called from where he stood, over by the tent. Even with the rest of the gang partying, he wanted to keep a close eye on August at all times. He was fiercely protective of the boy.

Javier began playing the guitar, and everyone joined in singing the Louisville Maid. Even Arthur joined in, as he grabbed a whiskey from the crate and began drinking with the rest of them. Sage sang along, sipping on her beer. She didn’t want to drink more than that, in case August needed her, and she wanted to give Dutch a chance to let loose and enjoy himself for once.

“In Louisville I met a maid,

Mark well what I do say,

And she was mistress of her trade,

It was diddle-diddle-diddle all day!

I put my hand upon her toe,

Mark well what I do say,

She says ‘young man you’re rather low,’

For a diddle-diddle-diddle all day!

I put my finger on her knee,

Mark well what I do say,

She says ‘young man you’re rather free,’

For it’s diddle-diddle-diddle all day!

I put my arm around her waist,

Mark well what I do say,

She says ‘young man you’re in great haste,’

For the diddle-diddle-diddle all day!

I put my hand upon her thigh,

Mark well what I do say,

She says ‘you’re getting pretty nice,’

And a diddle-diddle-diddle all day!

I put my hand upon her ass,

Mark well what I do say,

She says ‘let’s lay down on the grass,’

And diddle-diddle-diddle all day!”

Sage couldn’t stop laughing. She felt so overwhelmingly happy, being surrounded by her friends and family and drinking the night away. She was so grateful to have Sean back, to have Arthur there safe, to have her husband and son happy nearby, and all her friends there to celebrate their safety and success.

Dutch began playing some music on his record player. “My dear,” he called, “Would you dance with me?”

She couldn’t help but smile. He was such a gentleman. She walked over, and he took her hand in his. She rested her other hand on his shoulder while his came to rest on her waist. They began to dance under the stars together. With the two of them dancing and her sweet son sleeping not more than five feet away - her heart had never felt so full.

“Well, well, Mrs. Van Der Linde,” he said. “You are looking particularly stunning tonight.”

She wore one of her dresses for the occasion, an elegant red one with a corset. It was one of Dutch’s favorites.

He spun her around, then leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

“Well aren’t you a gentleman?” she said, giggling as he dipped her low.

“Always for you, my dear.”

Arthur walked over, and gave a smile and small nod to the couple. Sage smiled back. Mary Beth stood awkwardly nearby, and Sage could tell she was waiting for Arthur to come over. That girl always did have a thing for him.

“Arthur, would you dance with me?” she asked shyly.

“Sure, but I ain’t much of a dancer,” Arthur said. He took her hand and began dancing with her.

The two couples danced together into the night - Arthur a bit awkwardly - but it was perfect.

For one night, everything was perfect.

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luciferiswriting · 7 years ago

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Winged 5 #5

Title: A Few Eons in...

Author: luciferiswriting

Characters: Angel!Reader, Metatron, Chuck (God), Dean, Sam, Casifer, Amara, Donatello

Words: 3,044

Warnings: Spoilers season 11, Character death, angst?

Tags: @molethemollie @archer-whovian-violinist @supernatural2202

Summary: A couple of eons in, and you’re current orders are to watch Metatron. Whilst the Darkness causes chaos and ruin, you’ve to keep you’re sights trained on an ex-angel that gets you into some action. Finally…

Masterlist

Eons Later…

The Winchesters sat in the bunker talking with Chuck, God himself, trying to make sense of everything. Finally, after the many years of watching the Winchester’s, God actually decided to make a move. Someone should’ve broke Amara out of her box a long time ago if you ask me, but that’s not my place to say. However, God could at least speed things up just a little bit and get on with the problem at hand, instead he decides on diddling about and I’m left sitting in a bar with Metatron.

He keeps going through the book God wrote earlier, drinking more and more. He’s overthinking everything, trying to figure it all out, but it just makes him more depressed and I can’t help but become slightly worried for him. It’s not long before the television in the bar grabs his attention and he’s away climbing the bar itself to get a better look. I just watch him, curious to his next move. He then sits on the bar, crossed legged and pulls out his phone. I can’t hear the conversation he has and curiosity always got the better of me, but I was unfortunate to reach him just as he ended the call.

“Come of the counter Metatron.” I say to him gently, to which he obliges and takes a seat at the counter. I watch him curiously and hesitate to take a seat by him. Nothing is said but him ordering two drinks and then passing me one.

“You shouldn’t let him get you down so much.”

“How long have you been by his side?” He questions me.

“I’ve been aware of his movements. I haven’t been by his side. I too, was left in heaven if you recall.”

“But you still knew where he was. If he kept in touch with you, surely he knew how much we needed him.”

“It’s God. I was given direct orders, I had to obey. If things were different, you know I would have said something, but… he’s God. Who does God listen to, apart from himself?” I finish the small drink in front of me and let the silence fall once again between us. It’s only a couple of hours later when Metatron speaks up.

“Uh, barkeep, dos margaritas! Top-shelf tequila please for my amigos. Their treat.”

I furrow my brows when I look up and find the bottle that sat in front of me was moved and a hand was gestured for me to move a seat. I look to see whose hand it was, to come face to Dean Winchester himself.

“All right. We’re here. Don’t try to pull any crap” I hear Sam from the other side of Metatron. Turning around to face him only to hiss.

“Metatron. What are you doing?”

“I’ve lost my grace. Look at me. I got nothing.” He replies, only causing me to fix him with a glare, as I now realised who he was on the phone to.

“Why did you call them here? Metatron.”

“I’ve noticed you’ve been in touch with Chuck. A.K.A you know who.”

“Yeah, yeah. Is this going anywhere? Yes, Chuck agreed to take on Amara.” Sam stated. I raised my eyes to Sam in shock.

“He said that? Used those words?” Metatron asked.

“Pretty much” Dean said, clearly fed up. Metatron looked up to Dean, then in an instant looked at me.

“Huh.” He faced down towards his drink, seeming emotionless.

“So what – he’s not confronting Amara?” Sam questioned.

“No…” I trailed off looking at Metatron trying to find more of an answer. I was being kept in the dark for most of this, which was suddenly strange. After years of keeping some sort of tabs on the Winchester’s, I had suddenly been tasked with other duties that kept me from knowing what they were up to.

“He’s gonna… meet with her. He’s just not gonna take her down. He’s gonna… sacrifice himself. Let her do whatever she wants with him.” Metatron finished. Sam smiled to himself.

“Do really expect us to buy this?” Sam said with confidence, looking between both me and Metatron. He was so sure of himself. I couldn’t help the glare. Metatron chuckled as if he knew it would come to this.

“No. Of course not.” He looked to me, asking for the paper. After a short while I pulled it out from inside my leather jacket and tossed it onto the bar. Both Sam and Dean looked at it confused “Ignore the typos, but read it. It’s in his own words. It’s not an autobiography. It’s a suicide note.” Metatron carried on. Sam now didn’t seem so sure and hesitated to look at what was written. Not too long after they had left. Probably to confront God, but how it would go down? We wouldn’t know until later.

I was lost in thought when Metatron suddenly got up and left the bar. Confused, it took me a while to realise that he had actually left the bar. Immediately I flew to his side. I couldn’t let him out of my sight. Orders. However, I wouldn’t complain, it had felt like I had been in nothing but bars for years. Silence was now a normality when around Metatron, but curiosity was always a bad habit of mine.

“What are you doing now?” I asked him. He didn’t reply, too focused on his phone. Rolling my eyes, I accepted the fact I would find out later, or now. I noticed we had walked in a circle, and it seemed he was continuing to do so.

“Metatron. What are you doing?” I said more firmly, but only lead to him stopping and looking at what looked like a door to sewers. Scrunching up my face I continued. “We are not. Going into the sewers. What could possibly be in there of importance!?” Then suddenly the door opened and Sam came out. He stood there looking at us, an unamused expression and beckoned us over. Metatron didn’t need to be told twice. “Metatron!” I yelled, as he ran in after Sam, shutting the door behind him. Throwing my hands up in the air and looking around the place seeing no one was around, I flew into the place standing not so far away from Metatron.

“Oh. Donatello! Pleasure to meet you. Metatron, Scribe of God.” Metatron introduced himself to the prophet.

“I’m pretty sure it is now, was. You don’t have grace remember.” I glared at him. Ignoring me, he continued on.

“I was there when you were designed. I wrote your name on the inside of the angel’s eyelids.” He smiled.

“He’s freaking me out” the prophet said.

“Get used to it.” I muttered

“Okay.” Dean said, shutting everyone up. “You said you wanted to help. Besides world-class douchery, what do you have to offer?” Dean looks at Metatron, with a quick side glance to me.

“Oh, nothing.” Metatron states as he takes a seat, but before he can say anything else I cut in.

“We can leave now?” but he just sends a quick glare to me and continues.

“I just transcribed the angel tablet and know all the spells. And I know what makes Amara tick. And I had a relationship with the big guy for eons. Shall I keep going?” he leaned over and grabbed a bear that was on the table, but before he could drink it Sam lunged forward taking it back claiming it as his.

“As much as I hate to admit it… he kind of has a point.” Sam stated looking at his brother with question.

“Ugh, Metatron always has some sort of point when he mentions his relationship with God. Doesn’t mean it’s a good one.” I state, taking steps closer to Metatron I pull his chair back so it’s leaning on the two back legs. “We’re leaving. Now.” I hiss.

“They need all the help they can get. Even douche help. Besides this is where it gets interesting for you.” He says. I let go of the chair letting it go back to its upright position with a loud thud, not saying anything more.

“When did you jump on God wagon? You never used to give a damn.” Dean asks after a bit, taking his focus back onto Metatron.

“Well, I didn’t… at one time. Now he’s gone all kamikaze, leaving us with the Darkness, I…” He paused, giving a sigh “I was beside his side since the creation. He believed in me. If there’s something I can do to help save him and his creation, then… it seems like I should.” He finished.

“Help save God…” I mumbled with distaste and a roll of my eyes. Only to have Metatron look at me with what seemed as defeat. My jaw started to clench, I refused to say the words I knew I would say but after a while I gave in. “Fine.” I grit out. “What’s the plan then?”

“The plan is to rescue Lucifer from Amara. Then he teleports us out of Amara’s hideout and we convince Chuck to use him to fight her.” Dean answers, causing me to laugh and Metatron to Scoff.

“That’s your plan? Do you even know where Amara is?” Metatron asks

“Finding Amara is the easy part. Convincing Chuck? Convince Lucifer.” I chuckled.

“Convincing Lucifer won’t be that hard.” Metatron said looking up to me with a knowing look, to which a scowled at nearly baring my teeth.

“I think I might know where Amara is. I’ve been getting this vibe. Uh, it’s like a ping in my cerebral cortex.” The prophet spoke up, seeming nervous. Poor sod, having to solve an idiot’s mess.

“Oh, so either Amara or a stroke.” Metatron mocked, to which I kicked his chair. “And how are we supposed to keep Amara busy while we’re… liberating Lucifer?”

Dean looked off to the side in a thinking manner, but also bobbed his head as if contemplating something. I furrowed my brows watching him closely. It was soon decided that he would go out to the woods and try to call out to Amara, whilst the rest of us would get Lucifer out. Great. I offered to fly us all there, but they didn’t want to risk the timing of us getting there before Amara had actually left. So here we are in the Impala, going to Amara’s secret little place.

We had pulled into some sort of abandoned work site, stopping outside one particular building. As Metatron, Donatello and Sam got out, they looked up to the building in what I would say was for dramatic effect, but I could sense a nervousness of Sam. I suppose his history with Lucifer would do that to him, but I got out and headed in pushing Metatron along with me.

“The quicker we’re in, the quicker we leave. C’mon.” I stated not waiting on any of them.

However, when entering I didn’t expect to see him tied up and sagging. He was brutally beaten. The further into the building and out of the light, his vessel was clearer to see. But it wasn’t his vessel I saw. Castiel. But I couldn’t feel Castiel’ grace. Seeing his vessel in this state brought back memories of long ago. A familiar feeling resurfaced. Anger. But not because of what Amara had done. I slowed my pace as Metatron ran down to start unbinding him.

“Oh, goody. Search and rescue?” Lucifer asked as Metatron approached, he then noticed Donatello and started talking to him. I ignored what was being said, I was too busy taking in everything. How much he had changed. It all started to hurt. Everything. He wasn’t the archangel I once knew so well. I was only brought back to what was happening when I heard him start to yell.

“You see what she’s done to me? Do I look like a fan!?”

“She puts your work to shame.” I spoke up quietly, but loud enough to be heard, earning a soft glare from him. Metatron keeps chanting. Lucifer glances to him, with a roll of his eyes he looks back to the three of us below.

“Did you grab this from the steno pool?” he shoots out.

“You understand you’ll be working with your father. Is that gonna be a problem?” Sam asks, with a groan Lucifer managed a reply.

“That’s family. This is bigger.”

“So you’ll table the old stuff?”

“What happens in Heaven stays in Heaven.” Lucifer says looking at me, causing me to blink a few times and look over to Metatron.

“Metatron, are we anywhere closer?” I ask.

“I’m – I’m – I’m narrowing it down.” He replies, continuing on with the chanting causing me to roll my eyes. He’s always so slow, but he keeps trying. Soon enough he hits the right one and Lucifer falls to the ground, the binds undoing themselves. I move closer as Sam asks Lucifer to zap us out of here.

“No can do.” He breathes out. Sam beginning to panic asks what he means, but then looks to me as if I can do it instead.

“There’s something… Something’s stopping me. We’re carrying him out, c’mon.” I stated. Just as Donatello spoke up.

“Guys, I’m – I’m feeling her! She’s coming!” Sam helps to throw Lucifer’s other arm over his shoulder as I take his right one.

“Alright, Metatron, come on.” Only now did I notice him hanging back.

“It’s okay Sam. You go.”

“What!?” I yell back. “C’mon Metatron, we don’t have time for this, move!”

“I’m serious. I got this.” He says determined. I move Lucifer’s arm off my shoulder and tell Sam to just go.

“Metatron. What are you doing? This is Amara. She’s too strong for Angels like us!” I hiss at him ready to grab him by his collar, but I see him painting a spell in his own blood, hearing the tyres screech away. “Metatron!” I grab him by his jacket. “She will kill the both of us if we don’t leave now!” I snarl.

“The secretary.” I hear Amara address Metatron. We were too late. I turn to face her, my eyes wide. I knew her power. She looks towards me, about to say something but Metatron slips out of my hold and activates the spell. A white blinding light hitting Amara, however, not lasting long. An unamused expression sat on her face.

“Idiot.” I mutter.

“You were kidding with that, weren’t you?” She asks, Metatron shakes his head.

“You. Fucking. Idiot.” I spit, glaring at him.

“He meant well. Spare the universe.” He said in a last plea, still completely ignoring me. Amara’s expression only grew angrier.

“Spare this.” She rose her arm towards Metatron. Knowing that only bad could come from her action I jumped off the podium away from Metatron. A black smoke swirled around him, crushing him, and soon devouring him. I watched in fear as Amara’s anger grew stronger. As soon as there was nothing left of Metatron she let her arm drop to her side and turned her glare towards me. I stood there, saying nothing. My chances of ending up like Metatron were very high, I had to be careful if there was any chance of getting out.

She took slow steady steps towards me, watching me closely, until she was right in front of me. But she wasn’t there long, before I knew it I was thrown back into the bunker’s kitchen. Where was Amara then? Before I could even think of leaving, God himself waked into the kitchen.

“Watch Metatron. Those were your orders.” He said. Not looking too pleased.

“And I followed those orders. I watched him. I followed him. Never once was he out of my sight.”

“But he is now.” God raised an eyebrow at me.

“He sacrificed himself, because of you! He tried to help!” I shot back. For a moment silence fell, and I thought maybe he was actually starting to listen, but instead he clicked his tongue and waved his hand as he went to pick up the case of beer.

“Well it’s done now. I suppose he won’t get in the way, definitely now.” And with that he left the room. Immediately I tore after him.

“That’s all you have to say!” I yelled after him. “He’s been lost for so long without you answering his prayers. Any of our prayers, and he still sacrificed himself. FOR YOU!” Anger coursed through me. We had entered the map-table room where Sam and Donatello stood at the other side of the room, with Lucifer leaning against the doorway. God sighed, and took a beer from the case.

“Occasionally, I do answer a prayer.” And opened the bottle. Lucifer moved from the doorway to a pillar, closer to us. He sighed and continued. “You’ve changed.” He said to Lucifer.

“You’ve changed.” Lucifer replied back.

“Well, still… I’m really pretty much the same.” God said, causing me scoff.

“Yeah. Still a big bag of dicks.” I said venom leaking into my words. God sighed, glancing at me, but then turned back to Lucifer and made a hand gesture of flicking a switch and healed Lucifer. Lucifer still didn’t look happy, a scowl still on his face as he stood taller. Just then Dean came in through the Bunker door and started his way down the stairs. As he reached the bottom, he looked between Lucifer and God, and could sense the tension.

“Right. Donatello. Let’s get you back, yeah? Great.” And immediately, Dean, Sam and Donatello left the bunker. Silence still filling the air, tension thick. After a while Lucifer had turned and headed into the Library, and I let out a breath I didn’t know that I was holding. Shaking my head I took a seat at the war table and started to spin my angel blade, as God stood there not knowing what to do or say, but then took a step to the front of me and went to say something, but I interrupted him before he could.

“Don’t… Just… “I sighed and looked towards the Library for a moment, before looking back to God and pointing my blade between him and the Library. “Talk to him first.”

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Radio Abel, Season Four

Part 2 of 6

DOMHNALL: Before we begin with our backstory, who have you got with you today, Baz?

BASIL: This is Myxie! She's a New Zealand White, a common laboratory rabbit. Despite the name, New Zealand Whites are actually an American breed. She's such a sweetheart. Out of all the Kiwi bunnies – and we've got 50 or so – she's my favorite! She'll just sit on your lap, docile. Likes a scratch just behind her ear.

Don't put her on her back, though. Rabbits will go into tonic immobility and it's a stressful state for them. So please don't rub a rabbit's belly! How do you like that – my seamlessly sneaking in a public service announcement? Well, I suppose it's not that seamless when I draw attention to the seam like that.

DOMHNALL: Um, well done, Baz.

BASIL: Didn't seem like your heart was in that. Want to try again?

DOMHNALL: I'm afraid to ask, but why did you call her Myxie?

BASIL: Uh, you know.

DOMHNALL: It's short for myxomatosis, isn't it?

BASIL: Wrong! Mixolydian. It's a musical mode.

DOMHNALL: Really?

BASIL: No, it's myxomatosis. But she's named for the Radiohead song, not the -

DOMHNALL: You're sick.

DOMHNALL: Do you remember your first day at the lab, Baz?

BASIL: Wish I could forget it. Second year uni student, absolutely gormless. First day, I was sat in Doctor Leatherby's office for hours, waiting. When the door finally opened, instead of the old codger walking in, it was a lion! Let me repeat that: a lion. With a mane and everything!

DOMHNALL: How very Life of Pi.

BASIL: No ruddy tigers in this tale, Don. I was up against the king of the jungle.

DOMHNALL: Dear listeners, Doctor Basil Hibler is well aware that lions primarily live in the savanna, and less so the jungle, unlike tigers.

BASIL: And that lion settled on the chesterfield like he owned the place! Me, I was quivering in the corner of the room, cobbling together a spear from a letter opener and a meter stick. I made a heroic attempt at the door, but it was locked. A chute opened in the ceiling, and a stream of bloodied [?] fell on my head. That's when the lion pounced.

DOMHNALL: How did you escape?

BASIL: Well, I didn't! I laid there, slowly crushed under the lion's weight, spear broken. I tried to roll him off, but he wouldn't budge. Then the lion opened its hot, gaping maw, and -

DOMHNALL: And?

BASIL: And he licked me up and down, didn't he? It was Toothless Tim. He didn't even have his dentures yet. But that didn't stop me from wetting myself. Tim had delicate sensibilities. Left me alone after that. That's when Doctor Leatherby unlocked the door. Of course, he'd watched the entire time via the security cameras.

DOMHNALL: Filmed it as well. I think there may still be a recording on one of the computers.

BASIL: Note to self: destroy all the computers.

DOMHNALL: Well, it may be on the server.

BASIL: Note to self: figure out what a server is, and then destroy it.

BASIL: You started work here before I did. I'll wager you didn't have to fight a lion for your job.

DOMHNALL: No. Doctor Leatherby was my professor. He asked if I wanted to be his lab assistant, and I said I did. The next day, he gave me a key card, and a lab coat, and the directions to this facility.

BASIL: Which is impossible to find, listener. And impenetrable. Titanium doors a meter thick!

DOMHNALL: And booby-trapped.

BASIL: Yeah, good one. And booby-trapped, a la Temple of Doom. No rolling boulders, but a modern analogue.

DOMHNALL: And of course, many zombies.

BASIL: Swarms. Hordes. Legions. They're drawn to the smell from our incinerator, which will not help anyone find our facility. ... I can't believe you didn't have to fight any predators for your job.

DOMHNALL: I don't know. Doctor Leatherby was generally kind to me.

BASIL: He always liked you. As much of a crackpot as he was, he at least got that right.

DOMHNALL: I think it was because I was like his animals. I was scientifically manipulated, a freak. He probably thought I belonged in this place.

BASIL: Leatherby was a prat.

DOMHNALL: The centrifuge is done.

BASIL: Yeah! It didn't even fly off its axis and turn into a wheel of plague doom this time.

DOMHNALL: This is it, Baz. We discover whether the zombie virus has become zoonotic - or anthroponotic, in this case.

BASIL: You sound wistful, Don.

DOMHNALL: Now that the data's at our fingertips, it's my responsibility to analyze it, but I enjoyed the mystery of not knowing! The mystery, and the potential.

BASIL: Sorry, mate, but it's one or the other. It's Schrödinger's cat: undead edition. We should really let the cat out of the box and see if the Geiger counter went off. You have more important things to focus on, like synthesizing those hormones.

DOMHNALL: I don't want to talk about that.

BASIL: I know, but you either have the tools to do it, or you don't. Hope makes you you, Don, but it's not going to keep you that way.

DOMHNALL: Indeed. Oh, look at that, you got us off topic again! Don't go anywhere, listener...s. The startling conclusion to the catus zombiticus tests, Afterlife On Earth will return in a moment.

DOMHNALL: Welcome back, gentle listeners. The results are in, and -

BASIL: Yeah, it's not a zombie cat.

DOMHNALL: No, she's not.

BASIL: But she is very sick.

DOMHNALL: Hopefully was. I've never seen this particular strain before, but I can say that the virus was synthesized in this lab. Thankfully, its characteristics were documented, as was the existence of a cure, helpfully labeled, "antibodies: cat." After a quick diagnostic scan, it looked legitimate, so Baz gave her the treatment.

BASIL: That was an hour ago, and she's already looking much better, but we'll keep you apprised of her progress, listener.

DOMHNALL: Poor moggie.

BASIL: This was appalling, even for Leatherby, whose default setting is appalling. Reminds me why I quit this place.

DOMHNALL: What, the first time, or the second time?

BASIL: Both! But in a bad economy, a good man sells out his principles, don't he? Leatherby was always so smug when I came back, tail between my legs. [imitates DOCTOR LEATHERBY] "Told you you would be back, zookeeper. Now grab a shovel. The shit always piles up when you're on holiday."

I know he was your mentor and all, but I'm glad he lost the plot and ran off to live among the zoms. Couldn't imagine waiting out the end of days looking at his ugly [?].

DOMHNALL: To be fair, I like our ark the way it is.

BASIL: Me, too.

BASIL: You know, Don, I'm not sure I would have survived this without, you know, your being here with me.

DOMHNALL: I'm sure you would have, Baz. You're very resourceful. You have many practical, real-world skills, like surgery, and cooking, and animal husbandry. You're particularly adept with a machete spear.

BASIL: [laughs] Yeah. I've got a decent character card, I suppose.

DOMHNALL: I wouldn't have survived.

BASIL: Well, you have many academic world skills, like writing beautiful lab reports, and inadvertently humiliating speakers at conferences. Also, you tap a mean vein. But mostly you're just an utterly decent person. Good person, even. Kind. Maybe too kind for these times.

DOMHNALL: Baz, your hand.

BASIL: Yeah?

DOMHNALL: It-it is very cold. Perhaps we should test your circulation. We've been so sedentary since civilization ended. I know! We could start doing uh, calisthenics every morning. Wouldn't do to survive the zombie horde only to be done in by DVT or bedsores.

BASIL: [laughs] Yeah. Maybe.

DOMHNALL: But look at us. We've strayed off topic yet again. Why don't you find us an animal?

BASIL: I know just who to bring out. Give us a sec. [opens office door] I'll give you three guesses as to -

[knock on outer door]

DOMHNALL: What the - ? Baz, was that you?

[knock on outer door]

BASIL: Oi, quit messing about, Don. The animals are already getting agitated enough.

DOMHNALL: Baz, this isn't funny.

[knock on outer door

BASIL: Don, knock it off. [opens office door] Look who I've got!

[knock on outer door]

DOMHNALL: Zoms!

BASIL: Zoms don't knock. That's your listener.

DOMHNALL: For the last time, we have more than one listener, probably.

[knock on outer door]

BASIL: Ouch! Damn it, Melvin, don't pull my arm hair!

[knock on outer door, Melvin tap dances]

DOMHNALL: Baz, keep Melvin quiet.

BASIL: Right. Melvin, stop it. Melvin, stop it! Melvin, stop it!

[knock on outer door]

DOMHNALL: Baz!

BASIL: What? I don't know how to speak tap dance. I mean, I'm fluent in soft-shoe, but there are subtle but vital differences in syntax!

DOMHNALL: For goodness' sake! The zoms will sense the vibrations from its routine!

BASIL: So zoms are snakes now? Next you'll be wailing about their echolocation or heat sensors or -

DOMHNALL: Baz, pick up the damn monkey

BASIL: Oh no! Every time I bring an animal on your show, it wees on me. I haven't any clean clothes. I am not going to die stinking of monkey musk!

DOMHNALL: Stinking of – ? Baz, you have a much greater chance than most of defecating upon death, so I don't think monkey piddle will matter!

BASIL: Hey, you just said I was full of shit, didn't you? You also said piddle!

BASIL: Oi, where are you going?

DOMHNALL: Won't be a moment.

BASIL: Someone's entirely too cavalier considering we're under siege. Wait, what is - ? My yo-yo! [laughs] I knew I didn't lose it! Melvin, reach your arm under – no, like this. Damn. What's "reach under the desk for my yo-yo" in tap dancing? Don, this is no time for a wardrobe change.

DOMHNALL: Right, so... [tap dances] and a-para-diddle time step. Poor thing. And - [continues tap dancing]

BASIL: When did you learn how to speak monkey?

DOMHNALL: Eight years tap, seven years ballet.

BASIL: And you just happened to keep your tap shoes at the lab?

DOMHNALL: Melvin and I were meant to dance a duet at this year's holiday party. Anyway, he should be quiet now. He was just frightened and needed reassurance.

BASIL: I'm frightened and need reassurance! Will you dance about with a brolly for me? Or, if you prefer, I could fetch you a sailor suit and a mouse.

BASIL: Can't believe you tap dance and never told me.

DOMHNALL: It's not that impressive. A monkey can do it.

BASIL: But I suddenly feel as though I don't know you at all! What else are you keeping from me? Are you a spy? A Morlock? Are you even Scottish?

DOMHNALL: You know all my big secrets, Baz. Hang on! I'm not Scottish!

BASIL: But you always say Scottish things. You even say "Scottish" like a Scotsman.

DOMHNALL: My parents are Scottish. I grew up less than ten miles from here.

BASIL: Right. I knew that.

DOMHNALL: Actually, sometimes I feel as though you know everything about me, but I know very few details about you.

BASIL: That's because I talk constantly but never say anything of substance.

DOMHNALL: Baz, I'm serious.

BASIL: Almost always, yeah. That knocking stopped. Seems your listener's given up. That's because this lab is a fortress! Absolutely impregnable, I tell you! It would take an army to break – [audio cuts off]

DOMHNALL: We've been breached! A warning to all: it appears homo sapiens sapiens zombiticus has evolved, its faculties now allowing for such strategic thinking as shutting off primary generators, finding emergency hatches, and manually overriding the lock system during the 30 seconds it takes for the secondary generator to kick on.

Listeners, if this behavior is reflective of all zombiekind, then it is advised that all communities reevaluate their security measures immediately, and – Baz. What are you doing with that machete spear? You don't plan to engage them, do you?

BASIL: Engage the zoms? No. But were I a betting man -

DOMHNALL: Which you are. I'd even say you have a gambling problem.

BASIL: Were I a betting man, I'd wager a thousand quid it's not zoms. Or your listener, mostly because I don't believe your listener exists. I know, I know, you're upset. But this is a good thing for us, considering you've just told any hypothetical audience how to circumvent our security.

DOMHNALL: ... oh. Wait for me, I'll find a weapon.

BASIL: If I'm right, there will be no need. If I'm wrong, it wouldn't make any difference, and we'd both end up dead. Besides, if I die, you'll need to take care of the animals.

DOMHNALL: But -

BASIL: I'm off. Give us a good battle cry.

DOMHNALL: Uh...

BASIL: Come on, don't have all day.

DOMHNALL: G-geronimo?

BASIL: No.

DOMHNALL: Baz smash?

BASIL: No.

DOMHNALL: Excelsior?

BASIL: Frack yes!

DOMHNALL: I think you're mixing fandoms, there, Baz. Baz!

BASIL: Excelsior!

BASIL: Excelsior! Excelsior!

[metal clatters, BASIL shouts]

DOMHNALL: Baz? [BASIL laughs] Oh my... [door creaks open] Doctor Leatherby?

DOMHNALL: Baz, is that really -

BASIL: Doctor Solomon Leatherby, in the stinking, rotten flesh. Emphasis on "stinking." I figured it would be. There's no one else left on the planet who knows our security system. Except for your listener, whom we've established doesn't exist.

DOMHNALL: I can't believe he's alive!

BASIL: I just said he doesn't exist.

DOMHNALL: I was talking about Doctor Leatherby.

BASIL: Well, mind your pronouns. And anyway, "alive" is a relative term these days, isn't it?

DOMHNALL: Can you make out what he's saying?

BASIL: My best guess is, "Ugh, augh. Brains, yum." Hence I trapped him in the cage. See?

DOMHNALL: He doesn't quite look like a zom.

BASIL: Likely he's not finished transitioning.

DOMHNALL: Like mentor, like pupil. Well, I thought it was funny.

BASIL: Aw, bless. But you shouldn't compare yourself to him. He's a soulless monster. And now he's also a zombie!

DOMHNALL: Baz, we need to prep the surgery for plasmapheresis!

BASIL: We don't have enough plasma on hand for that, remember? He used it all up before he left, experimenting on that intern.

DOMHNALL: Of course. And it'll take more time than he has to synthesize it. I believe he's genuinely trying to tell us something!

BASIL: Get away from that cage!

[cage rattles, DOMHNALL gasps]

ZOE CRICK: Twist! Their supervisor's a zombie.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Zoe, you do know these are actual people, right? Actual people having actual lives, and him being a zombie is not great news for them.

ZOE CRICK: I'm ironically distancing myself from their pain to make it more bearable.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: See, you're saying that ironically, but actually it's completely true.

ZOE CRICK: You think I'm being ironic about being ironic?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: I think you're not being ironic about being ironic.

ZOE CRICK: So you're accusing me of ironically being ironic about being ironic? [sighs] My head hurts.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Maybe this next song will help. I've always found it very soothing.

DOMHNALL: Doctor Leatherby, please! I'm just trying to help you.

BASIL: He's a zom, Don. You can't reason with him. Damn it, don't lean towards his mouth!

DOMHNALL: He's trying to tell me something.

BASIL: You mug, he's trying to bite your ear! Where's my - ? Ugh. Why is there never a machete spear around when you need one. Oi, Don, did you know this thing was still broadcasting? Should we break for a musical interlude while I fetch my machete spear?

DOMHNALL: What's that? Speak up. Something about a toad? Do you mean one of the psychoactive ones? If you think that'll help alleviate your suffering, we still have a couple of Bufo alvarius. Shall I fetch one? Or I could mix up your Friday cocktail. Double shot of LSD? Hmm, Doctor Leatherby? I'm going to ask you respect Human Resources Policy 20.2.5 and not talk so close I can feel your breath on my ear. Gosh, that's ripe.

BASIL: What is wrong with you, Don? You steadfastly believed the cat was a zombie, knowing full well the virus had never displayed zoonotic tendencies, but despite Leatherby's obvious zombification – why the hell is he pointing at me? You just put that necrotic finger away, mister!

DOMHNALL: What's that, Doctor Leatherby? The cat? What about it? He just keeps saying, "the cat, the cat!"

BASIL: Oh, sod off about the cat, old man. You tortured that poor thing. If Don hadn't found the antidote -

DOMHNALL: The cat... oh, the cat! I understand now. Please, Doctor Leatherby, let me go! I know what to do.

BASIL: He's not going to �� oh, would you look at that. He's let go.

DOMHNALL: BRB, Baz!

BASIL: I don't know why he does that. He never texted, even when we had a working mobile phone network. Plus, that particular acronym is not actually faster when verbalized.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: Idiot zookeeper...

BASIL: As I don't know how to translate Zombie, I'm going to assume you said, "I've always admired your intellect, Doctor Hibler. I demeaned you with words like 'idiot' and 'zookeeper' and 'shit-shoveler' because I was intimidated by your genius, and jealous of your relationship with Doctor Barra." Blimey, Zombie is an efficient language.

BASIL: Where's the fire, Don? Also, didn't anyone ever tell you not to run with syringes? Needle pointing down, please.

DOMHNALL: [laughs] The cat, Don, the cat!

BASIL: You mean Pusstopher Jones?

DOMHNALL: [laughs] No.

BASIL: You mean Blister Mistoffelees?

DOMHNALL: [laughs] No.

BASIL: You mean -

DOMHNALL: I mean the cat what looked like a zombie but wasn't! The cat that we cured with the vial marked "cat antibodies", beside which I found a vial marked "me antibodies". Apologies, Doctor Leatherby. This might pinch. Don't you see, Baz? Doctor Leatherby has the same affliction as the cat, or a human variation of it, and like her, he should be as good as new in no time.

BASIL: Great.

DOMHNALL: Isn't it?

BASIL: But we keep him in the cage until we're certain he's not a zombie.

DOMHNALL: Agreed. We can't be too safe.

BASIL: And you can only keep him if you promise to feed and water him, take him for walks, and clean up when he makes a mess. We really should put newsprint down.

DOMHNALL: Baz, I know the two of you don't get on well, but he's still a human being, and he's obviously been through an ordeal. Have some compassion.

BASIL: That's the difference between us. You think everyone deserves kindness. I think people deserve what they put out.

DOMHNALL: But if that's true, then what consideration are you to be afforded by dispensing vengeance on behalf of others?

BASIL: Now who's derailing the conversation? Since when did this become a morality debate?

DOMHNALL: Don't be cross. I didn't mean -

BASIL: You're responsible for Leatherby. I have my hands full keeping the zoo. And I was only half joking about the newsprint. By the way, you are still broadcasting. If you care at all about this enterprise, you might want to consider wrapping up this segment.

DOMHNALL: Capuchin monkeys - like Melvin, our tap dancing monkey – are considered the most intelligent of all the new world monkeys. They're omnivores, and well-known for their usage of tools. They are favored by Hollywood studios and organ grinders alike.

As it is for most primates, Capuchin society is complex. Theirs is a male transfer system in which females stay in natal groups and are presided over by an alpha male. Mutual grooming creates bonds between members, but no amount of nitpicking will earn share of the kingdom. There is only room for one at the top, and Capuchins are notoriously territorial.

This is not an analogy. There are no females. I'm Domhnall Barra, and this is Melvin the tap dancing monkey, bidding you goodnight.

DOMHNALL: As far as science knows, felis silvestris catus zombiticus does not, in fact, exist. The zombie contagion is not anthroponotic, and is thus contained in the human species. As fascinating as it would have been to study the zombie state up close, there are many reasons why our findings have proved fortuitous, the main reason being that the cat formerly known as Zombie Cat is very very very very very sweet. And when one is sequestered in a hellish bunker in the middle of a dystopian, plague-ridden world, one cannot discount the value of a loving, purring cat in one's lap.

This is Afterlife On Earth, and I am your host, Domhnall Barra. And here with me today is the wee moggie previously known as zombie cat. We should probably rectify this state of namelessness. If anyone out there - either on the waves or on Rofflenet - has any suggestions, I'd be much obliged. Baz is usually in charge of naming, but I'm loathe to hand her over to him, considering the names he's proposed to date. Also, there's a chance he's not talking to me. I mean, he hasn't pointedly ignored me or anything, but I haven't seen him all day. So we'll carry on without him.

Today on the program, a quiet afternoon with felis silvestris catus, the ordinary housecat. More with our friend after this musical interlude.

DOMHNALL: Our sweet friend is a shorthair, an English Blue, with the defining characteristics of the breed. These include a steel blue coat and copper eyes, with a broad-jowled face and sturdy, compact frame, although she is malnourished at the moment. Also, her fur is patchy and growing in tufts, but Baz bathed and groomed her last night, and she's eaten, so she already looks, smells, and generally seems much better.

As an aside, Doctor Leatherby seems to be similarly progressing. Just to clarify, Baz did not bathe him, thus he does not smell nearly as sweet as the cat.

Can you hear that, listener? She's purring. Ah, now here's something fascinating. As ordinary, albeit welcome, the sound of purring is to cat owners, the mechanism itself is extraordinary. Purring has always been a defining characteristic of felinae. In fact, we have traditionally organized cats by their vocalizations. Felinae consisted of cats who purred, while pantherinae included roaring cats. We now know that the cats of pantherinae, the great cats – not that you're not great, sweet moggie – also purr, but only when they exhale.

Felinae, which include housecats, wild cats, as well as cheetahs and cougars, cannot roar. A cat's reasons for purring is ambiguous, as is the exact mechanism by which they create this sound.

[cage rattles]

Doctor Leatherby? [office door opens] Doctor Leatherby, are you awake? What's that? Speak up! What? What? Oh. Well, that's a tad hyperbolic. Certainly I'm not quite as boring as watching mold grow. Oh, so you think that simile is, in fact, accurate? That listening to me broadcast is comparable to observing mold? Oh. [cricket chirps] Tell us again why we're breeding crickets?

DOMHNALL: Welcome back, listener...s. This is Afterlife On Earth. I am here with the feline previously known as Zombie Cat, as well as my mentor, Doctor Solomon Leatherby, who will speak to us from the safety of his cage, as there is still a slight chance he may be transitioning towards zombiedom. Doctor Leatherby, please say hello to our audience.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: Release me! Was... not... zombie!

DOMHNALL: I want to believe you, Doctor Leatherby, but surely you realize that is exactly what a zombie would say, and how he would say it, complete with sentence fragments and haggard ellipses.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: Me... cat... cage! [?]... fool! Domhnall...

DOMHNALL: You don't have to be cruel. You would agree with this protocol if you were me, and had caught a possible zombie.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: Zookeeper! Zookeeper!

DOMHNALL: Doctor Leatherby, please desist! That's not going to help your case. Now, in your own words, if you can please share with our audience – our vast audience – your experiences in the wild, living among the zombies.

BASIL: What the bloody hell is going on in here? Why is zombie Leatherby miked up?

DOMHNALL: I couldn't find you! My show was boring without a cohost.

BASIL: So you offered my position to a zom?

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: Not... undead! ... I... pre... cat... me!

BASIL: Ah, that trademark zombie wit.

DOMHNALL: He's likely not a zombie. He's just like the cat, and look at her! She's doing much better.

BASIL: Why's the cat out of her cage?

DOMHNALL: Um...

BASIL: Give me the cat. She has two more days on her quarantine. And for God's sake, don't let him out, either.

DOMHNALL: Obviously, I won't. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk to me as though I were a child.

BASIL: You're still broadcasting.

DOMHNALL: What does it matter to you? You're convinced no one's listening.

BASIL: Well, I'm not sure, anymore. I mean, no one gives a toss about you droning on about [?] vocalizations or goose migration patterns, but I'd tune in to listen to this drama.

DOMHNALL: What drama?

BASIL: Us, fighting

DOMHNALL: ... we're fighting?

BASIL: You should hook the old bastard up to an IV, just in case he isn't a zom. And I've left more blankets in the hall.

DOMHNALL: Thanks.

BASIL: The cat, Don. And don't take the animals without asking. Some of them are very sick. I'm fairly certain one of them badgers is a vampire. And while you're spending all your time in here nattering on, what are you doing about your injections? ... yeah, that's what I thought.

BASIL: This is not Afterlife On Earth. It's just me, Basil Hibler. Ol' Baz. [laughs] Can't sleep. Brain's racing. Usually, I wake up Don, or chat with Pedro the macaw, but I don't want to chance rousing the facility, not with Doctor Leatherby back.

There's probably no one listening. No, not because no one tunes in to Don's program, because I'm sure someone somewhere does. Obviously I'm just, you know, taking the piss out of him. [laughs] But it's late. Only ones up are the dead.

There's something soothing about the microphone, about the illusion that it's attaching me to someone somewhere who's flesh and blood and alive. Like, confession or something. Maybe that's why Don likes it so much, recovering Catholic and all.

Doctor Leatherby's got better. He's not 100%, not even 60%, but it's clear he's not a zom, which means he's back to stay. If it were me, I'd kick him out on his ass without a second thought! He survived all that time in the wild, I'm sure he can do it again.

But Don'd never go for it. We'd have another row. We never fight, except when it comes to – [sighs] Leatherby's always been good at that – dividing and conquering. For a loon, he's remarkable Machiavellian.

I mean, It may be perverse, but this facility's become our home. Now that Leatherby's back – albeit in a cage for everyone's safety – it feels like Don and I... like we've played house while the grownups were away. We've built a life! An odd one, sure, but... you know, good. And of course, the only person with enough sway to dismantle it is a cockroach capable of surviving nuclear winter.

Anyway, I'm off to check on the menagerie. Night, listener. Sleep tight. Don't let the zoms bite.

DOMHNALL: Zombie: it is a word laden with fear, pregnant with connotation. Mere mention sends our imaginations reeling with images of the shambling horde, a phalanx of ravening carnivores, sloughing off their necrotic skin, their mouths bloodied, sinew caught between their rotten teeth like wilted spinach and popcorn kernels. Memory reminds us of their stench, the bushy death musk that lingers in their wake, and our dreams entangle imagination and memory into plaguing mares of terror.

Few would venture into their path, none into their midst. None save one, and that man is with us today. This is Afterlife On Earth, and I am your host, Domhnall Barra.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: Barra, you don't always open with such purple tripe, do you?

DOMHNALL: Well, I try to infuse some drama into – [nervous laugh] I can stop.

BASIL: But you won't, because your listeners like your monologues the way they are.

DOMHNALL: Thanks, Baz.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: My mistake. In my haze, I thought I overheard the zookeeper state that "no one would willingly listen to such a rambling, prosaic, insipid rubbish." His words, not mine.

BASIL: Nope. Not my words at all. Don't even know what prosaic means.

DOMHNALL: [clears throat] As you can hear, listeners, after his brief sojourne, my cohost, Doctor Basil Hibler -

BASIL: For the last time, call me Baz.

DOMHNALL: - Baz has returned to the show.

BASIL: Hello, hello, gentle listener...s.

DOMHNALL: We are both just chuffed [BASIL snorts] to introduced today's guest, a giant in the field of virology, my mentor, Doctor Solomon Leatherby.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: Good afternoon.

BASIL: It's morning.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: It's four minutes after twelve, according to my watch.

DOMHNALL: Against all odds, Doctor Leatherby has returned to civilization relatively unscathed after spending an extended time living among the zombies, studying their migration patterns, the nuances of zombie society. After the break, his miraculous story, only on Afterlife On Earth.

DOMHNALL: Welcome back to Afterlife On Earth. We're here with scientific pioneer, Doctor Solomon Leatherby, newly returned to civilization after living among the zombies. Living among them, but not as one. Doctor Leatherby is alive, listeners, not undead.

BASIL: Well, he's not a zom, anyway. Jury's out on vampirism.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: Ah, I see your formula, Barra. You share zoological facts with the populous in the style of those general interest nature programs, and the zookeeper infuses lowest common denominator humor in order to make you more approachable to the unwashed masses.

BASIL: Speaking of unwashed...

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: In order to fit in with this dynamic, I shall don the role of learned elder statesman who queries your thesis and leads you towards the path of scientific enlightenment in which you disprove yourself and dismantle your entire belief system.

BASIL: Yay, old times!

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: Glad you're taking interest, Hibler. Your articles make even Barra's somnambulistic ramblings seem academically rigorous.

DOMHNALL: Doctor Leatherby, Baz isn't an academic, remember? He's a veterinarian.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: Is he, now? I didn't realize that. I hired him because he's a fine butcher.

BASIL: Yeah, yeah, I'm a surgeon. I'm a bloody hack. All I do is cut things.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: But never the right things, Hibler. Far too many adjectives.

DOMHNALL: Doctor Leatherby, if you please, we're all on tenterhooks. How is it you survived all this time living among the ravenous horde? How did you infiltrate them? Camouflage yourself? How did you meet your own basic needs in the wasteland? Have you gleaned any new insight into the nature and potential cure of the undead mutation-virus-pathogen-bacteria-prion?

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: Patience, Barra. Excitable as ever, I see. I suppose you haven't had much stimulation, living down here with the rodents, apes, and the badgers.

BASIL: Well, he has me.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: Yes. I said ape. As a veterinarian, you should know that humans belong to the taxonomic family Hominidae, a classification also known by the term great ape. Although in your case, the emphasis is definitely on ape.

BASIL: Yeah, well, obviously you're a great ape, too. Emphasis on the "gray". Without the T.

DOMHNALL: Baz, don't be ageist. Let's focus on the task in hand. Please, Doctor Leatherby, your story. When we return.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: Fine. It all began when an intern called Johnny decided he would brave the horde to find his sweetheart, a young lady with the unfortunate name Clotilda Drudge, a name now permanently subscribed on the annals of time.

BASIL: Yeah, because the great Doctor Solomon Leatherby has deigned to speak it on record, ho ho ho.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: Young Johnny's efforts always proved in vain. First, he mimicked the zombies, adopting their shuffling gait, their posture, their dead-eyed gaze. Johnny proved affective at adopting the affectation primarily because it differed only slightly from his natural mannerisms.

BASIL: Because he's young, and all young people people have poor posture and headphone-induced thousand yard stares? Now who's bloody ageist?

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: He only made it partway down the lawn before the zombies noticed. I hypothesized as much. If it were as easy as mimicking zombie physicality, the teenagers would remain untouched, and the world's survivors would primarily consist of actors!

BASIL: And of course, that would spell trouble for the human race, as none of these groups know anything about the world or have any skills transferrable to survival.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: Oh. Excellent. If you manage to make that conclusion, then surely the listeners would be able to as well. Let us take a break to allow for proper intellectual digestion.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: When mimicry failed the young intern, he turned to olfactory camouflage. This was a two-part test. The first time, he rolled in animal hair, urine, and excrement, as canines do. This, with a slow shuffle, allowed him a little further towards the Tesco's car park. We don't allow the interns access to the underground car park or tunnels.

On his sprint back, he collect body parts that had fallen off various zombies, as I'd earlier instructed. The second part of this test involved using the smell of dead human flesh. This netted the most success. He very nearly made it to his car. But I propose that his natural living odor permeated the shield of decay. The stress and physical activity would have encouraged sweat production, especially in a young man prone to lethargy.

The zombies caught Johnny before he could jump over the fence into the car park. In hindsight, he should have brought along wire cutters, as he wouldn't have successfully scaled the fence, even if the horde hadn't swarmed him.

DOMHNALL: And this led you back to the lab?

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: Yes. I realized that in order to fool the zombies, our camouflage had to begin at the cellular level. As we had several interns, we conducted multiple experiments. First, having the interns consume foods known to change human scent. Onions, garlic, asparagus, plastic analogous cheese products. While none proved successful, some showed the theory promising.

If you recall, Barra, two years ago, we worked on bacterial strain V-A12LEP095, which targeted the skin and glands. One of the early symptoms of this strain was the smell of what could only be classified as death. Most early stage symptoms were mild, primarily skin issues that could be treated topically. In later stages, the strain proved painful, and occasionally fatal. But as zombification always proved fatal, I felt it worth the risk.

I still had two interns, and thus injected them both with modified strains of V-A12LEP095. To my delight, both made it to their cars in the car park. Of course, I couldn't allow them to leave without doing follow-up on the experiment, so I had my research assistant Lola take the underground tunnel to the other side of the car park to drive nails in all the tires.

BASIL: Bloody hell.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: Oh, don't fret, zookeeper. Lola wasn't an intern. She was allowed to use the tunnels.

DOMHNALL: What happened to the interns, Doctor Leatherby? We know they're no longer at the facility with us.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: Well, one of them didn't take well to V-A12LEP095. He tried to escape and was gunned down by a random woman on a horse! The other one left with Lola and Marianne.

BASIL: Who the hell is Marianne?

DOMHNALL: Marianne was Doctor Leatherby's car.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: In hindsight, we probably shouldn't have let research assistants in the underground car park, either.

DOMHNALL: You left the facility not long after that.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: I injected myself with the stable strain of V-A12LEP095. Leading up to my experiment, I practiced my zombie mimicry and collected fouled clothing. With trepidation, I infiltrated the horde. They accepted me without curiosity.

When I grew bolder, I joined a shamble of nomadic zombies – a shamble being a collective noun for a cohort of zombies. I packed charcoal water purifiers and desalinators, food, vitamins and medication to help stem the progression of V-A12LEP095, and left, following the shamble through the city.

DOMHNALL: And what did you discover, Doctor Leatherby?

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: Well, as expected, zombie movement patterns are dictated by a small number of variables. One: sound. They are not discriminating. Any sound indicates life, thus, food. Two: smell, for the same reason. Three: movement, see above. Four: resistance. If not in pursuit of sustenance, zombie movements are seemingly random. However, environmental resistance limits locomotion. Even a small pothole can disrupt zombie movement.

Feeding patterns are similar to pack dynamics such as a pride of lions, with no special consideration given to child zom. I have observed zoms grooming each other in ways similar to that of living primates, but with less motor skill and social gain. Most likely a vestigial habit.

DOMHNALL: How fascinating! Isn't it, Baz?

BASIL: So why'd you come back, then?

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: As I said earlier, V-A12LEP095 can be dangerous in later stages. I need the cure.

BASIL: And why'd you dose the poor cat?

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: I needed to leave a clue about my procedure in case I required medical assistance upon return. I wasn't about to inject Barra, and I couldn't find you.

BASIL: Did you ever think about, oh, I don't know, leaving a note?

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: Not that I have to explain myself to you, but I didn't want to chance someone else conducting my experiment before I had my chance.

BASIL: You mean someone like Don or me.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: And of course, if Barra knew what I was doing, he would have attempted to stop me, or come with.

BASIL: And you didn't want to share the glory.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: I didn't want him harmed in case the experiment didn't work.

DOMHNALL: You're right. I would have tried to stop you, and then wouldn't have collected all this fascinating data!

BASIL: You... you killed six interns.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: False. I only killed five. The last one stole my automobile. But I should very much like to kill that one, I think.

BASIL: Ugh. And on that note, this is Baz Hibler, and on behalf of Domhnall Barra and I, thank you for tuning in to Afterlife On Earth.

DOMHNALL: Hang on, that's my job - ! [audio cuts off]

DOMHNALL: Welcome back to Afterlife On Earth. I am your host, Domhnall Barra, here with my copilot, Baz Hibler.

BASIL: Hello, hello!

DOMHNALL: And the cat formerly known as Zombie Cat.

BASIL: She's purring! I'll hold her up to the mic so folks can hear.

[cat formerly known as Zombie Cat purrs]

DOMHNALL: Today's show will not focus on the cat formerly known as Zombie Cat, but we wanted to open the segment with sharing a few of the name suggestions we've received via Rofflenet. The fact that we've received suggestions from multiple users indicates what, Baz?

BASIL: I'll concede. There are at least five people listening to this program. Or your listener has at least four friends. Good on you, listener.

DOMHNALL: Baz, would you kindly read out the names?

BASIL: So, here are your suggestions: Beauregard, Catchy, Figaro, Selena Kyle, and Pretty Polly Leapshadow! All excellent names for a cat.

DOMHNALL: Thank you all. And do keep the names coming. We'll consider every suggestion, and announce our decision at a later date. Now, Baz will take the cat away and bring out our next guest.

BASIL: We can't have them out at the same time. They'll fight like cats and dogs. Because they are. Cats and dogs. Won't be a moment.

DOMHNALL: As we wait, let me give a brief introuction to our next – [office door opens] Oh, hello, Doctor Leatherby. Would you like to, uh - ?

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: Barra, I have no further interest in this enterprise. I just wanted to know what it is you're cooking up in Lab C.

DOMHNALL: Lab C? Oh, uh, it's nothing.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: Nothing? Good to know. Because it looked as though you were synthesizing testosterone from DHEA and propionyl and hydride.

DOMHNALL: I may have been trying to synthesize some hormones.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: I gather you haven't had the courage to inject yourself yet? When did the subcutaneous pellet expire?

DOMHNALL: It's been a while. After that, I was injecting the samples you fabricated earlier, but...

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: Fine. Leave it to me.

DOMHNALL: Really?

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: You're a good assistant, Barra. You're obedient, with fine motor skills and neat handwriting. And occasionally, you show some insight. But you are no pioneer, and no toolshed drug cooker. I'll synthesize your hormone. Unless you want to revert to being a shy, mannish girl. You might consider it, given that the nearly eradicated human race will requires breeders.

DOMHNALL: Thank you, Doctor Leatherby. I appreciate your help in the lab.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: I should have made you a batch before I left. It appears I was naive, expecting you'd devote yourself to your research while I was away. What a shock to return to find you hosting a silly radio program and playing house with the zookeeper. Like children.

DOMHNALL: I'm sorry.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: And here I was thinking you'd accompany me on my next expedition.

DOMHNALL: To study the zombies?

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: Of course. The last trip was just for curiosity's sake. The real research lies in studying the changes in their unbiology. This is the term we will use when describing undead physiology – unphysiology! We will add "un" to everything.

DOMHNALL: Very sensible.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: We need to get on this before that fame monger, Van Ark, does. This unplague is exactly the kind of crackpottery that knee-jerk experimentalist is hankering for. We have to crack this before he does. He always had those government connections, but I won't let him steal one more tax payer penny from me.

BASIL: Just a moment.

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: So, that settles it. I will synthesize your hormones, and following that, an improved strain of V-A12NEL095. When my body can handle another dose, we'll leave.

DOMHNALL: I... wow!

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: Excellent. I'll leave you to your little radio program.

BASIL: Here we are. Say hello to the keeper of the underworld!

DOMHNALL: Cerberus.

BASIL: Who's a good boy? And who else is a good boy? Yes, you are! And you are! You both are! We all are! [laughs] Oi, Don. Pet him, will you? He's got two heads, after all.

DOMHNALL: Right. Good boys, Cerberus.

[Cerberus barks]

BASIL: What's wrong with you?

DOMHNALL: Nothing.

BASIL: Was that old coot in here? Did he say something to you?

DOMHNALL: Why don't you tell our listeners about our dog?

BASIL: Well, his name's Cerberus. Yes, he has two heads. Not in a creepy, transplanty, Demikhov kind of way. In a natural, conjoined sort of way. He's actually perfectly healthy otherwise. He has two hearts, four lungs, three kidneys, and a penchant for liver sticks. This particular two-headed dog is a Rottweiler poodle mix. A Rottenpoo, if you will.

DOMHNALL: Cerberus is not a Rottenpoo! Stop trying to coin that.

DOMHNALL: What else can you tell our listeners about this particular two-headed dog, Baz?

BASIL: Uh, it's not enough that he's got two heads?

DOMHNALL: This is supposed to be educational, remember? So, the domestic dog, uh, canus lupus familiaris, man's best friend... I guess most people know about dogs.

BASIL: Well, we could talk about how dog breeds emerged, both naturally and due to human manipulation. Or we could -

DOMHNALL: Doctor Leatherby wants me to go back out in the field with him.

BASIL: What?

DOMHNALL: Doctor Leatherby -

BASIL: You mean with the zoms?

DOMHNALL: Yes, but – [BASIL laughs] You know how successful his – his experiment proved - !

BASIL: He plans to inject you with a leprosy cocktail and drag you out into the ruined waste to live with the flesh eating undead, and you're going to let him?

DOMHNALL: Baz, this will allow us to study zombification, to monitor the progression of the actual unaffliction, to take unliving samples that we can bring back to the lab to study. We could even possibly create a cure, or innoculation. Baz, it's my responsibility as a scientist!

BASIL: This is mental! Don't you think if zombification could have been cured, it would have been by now?

DOMHNALL: I have to try.

BASIL: No, you don't. Leatherby is mad. He killed all those interns unnecessarily. He tortures these animals. For God's sake, he tortures us! He doesn't give a damn about you. If you're lucky, you'll be eaten alive. If you're not, you'll be shambling around with the rest of them "un-fools". [opens office door]

DOMHNALL: Sit down, please!

BASIL: I'm taking Cerberus for a walk. Bloody braindead dead brain trust. Come on, dog.

DOMHNALL: Baz! Damn it. We're still broadcast – oh, damn it again! This is Domhnall Barra for Afterlife On Earth, and just – just piss off! Baz! Baz, you came - Doctor Leatherby. [BASIL shouts] What are you doing? What's – what's in that syringe?

BASIL: Let go of me, old man!

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: 10 years, and you still haven't learned respect, zookeeper. Barra, you will accompany me on my next excursion. I am director of this facility, and you are my employee. I am not asking, I am assigning you to this task. It will make your career, and could save the lives of many people. I will not have you jeopardize this experiment so you can run amok with the menagerie and play [?] with this imbecile.

DOMHNALL: Of course! I mean, I don't understand what you just said, but never mind that! I'll go with you! I plan to!

BASIL: Don, don't!

DOCTOR LEATHERBY: If you don't stop wriggling, zookeeper, I'll stick you with this, and we'll get to test the effects of botulinum toxin on veterinarian, and I assure you, at this dose, all we'll be measuring is how long it takes you to meet Cerberus at the gates of hell! [Cerberus howls] Damn dog! And damn those interns!

What's that blinking light? Blast you, Barra. Are you still broadcasting? Turn it off, now! [audio cuts off]

ZOE CRICK: That just doesn't seem fair.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: No, it doesn't.

ZOE CRICK: Where does he get off dragging poor Domhnall into God knows what dangers?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Well, he's his boss, I suppose. It's still crappy, though.

ZOE CRICK: It really is. What if something happens to him? What will Baz do? Also, calling Baz an imbecile is not okay.

PHIL CHEESEMAN: Baz is emotionally intelligent.

ZOE CRICK: Exactly. And that's the last recording we've got of theirs?

PHIL CHEESEMAN: So far. But you know, they might send out more.

ZOE CRICK: They'd better. Baz, Domhnall, if you're listening to this – actually, if you are listening to this, we're really sorry about broadcasting your private-ish conversations to lots of people without your permission. But also, please get in touch. We're worried about you.

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March 19th, 2020

Warren’s Gamble (and other musings)

This is a rumination of a Medium post and the response regarding the need for unification in the current Democratic party after the climatic win on Tuesday.

I have talked throughout this blog about my waffling decision between Warren and Bernie. I liked what Bernie was trying to do, but I felt Warren was actually more effective at what Bernie was achieving... and instead nothing came forth.

One of the comments that I’m starting my inquiry is how one said Warren’s biggest difference with Bernie was that Warren was trying to bridge the gap. I agree with that, and that is a key point in the tragedy of the campaign. To re-interpret the story I have told countless times, Warren’s tragedy was the realization that the two sides of the party were more separated than thought.

I think this what Warren, or least her campaign believed. That center and the left of the party were essentially going for the same objectives, but have different paths. Best way must to be synthesize the two paths. That would have worked, until they realized the center actually had very different objectives in mind.

Why did the center have a different objective? Honestly, I think they were responding to the rightward shift in the Republican party. Centrist Democrats wanted civility in the chamber foremost, so they just shifted their position as the Republicans slowly shifted rightward. But did the rightward shift happen?

To explore that question, we must go back to the days of Roosevelt. The defeated Right slowly built their adversarial tactics and by the time we get to the 50′s, organizations were starting to form. They had their first triumph in having Nixon be the running mate of Eisenhower, their next triumph was putting Goldwater against Johnson in the election of 1964.

I’m going to take a scenic break and talk about the Democratic Presidents in the modern era. Roosevelt was brilliant in my minds, but Johnson I admire more, because I think he displays the magnificent combination of political smarts and passion for idealism. Throughout the New Deal, the Right was waiting for the New Deal to crack. In a multicultural democracy, Keynes-ism for one group was not going to work indefinitely, eventually the safety net had to be expanded.

It was good thing that we had Johnson heading that effort, because he believed in the ideal to help the people he hated the most, which was black people. He knew that his distaste couldn’t deny the fact that having everyone covered would be good for the whole country, and he did his best to try to make that happen. That’s kind of rhetoric that Bernie like to use, and I think we sorely need for our ideal to pass over the hatred that we espouse. Bernie Bro might hate you, but they will fight to the death to give you expanded Social Security and Medicare. They are going to make your lives better, even if you think they hate you, and they do, honestly. They still care about you. All the shouting comes from care.

After the painful defeat in 1964, the Right learned two things. Right might not be good at making stuff, but they are good at learning. They learn the important thing to build was to have a slate of judges ready at the back end, and good media strategy in the front end. What unites Roosevelt, Johnson and Obama was their media strategy. Roosevelt got lucky the method of communication went for people speaking in porches to radio transmission, so that people didn’t have to comment on your disability. Johnson masterfully crafted Goldwater as an existential threat and media didn’t stop Johnson. Obama’s message of Hope and Change in 2008, and his brilliant populist attack on Romney in 2012 was the main reason the ‘legacy’ of Obama’s administration exist in the first place.

So, after trying to needle through with Nixon, they eventually found themselves in the stardom of Reagan, and they were able to put their agenda to work. This worked for forty or so years, until series of big crashes happened.

At this point, I’m actually going to pivot to the Democratic side. Roosevelt always struggled with the eventuality of expanding the safety net. Truman did too. By the time Kennedy barely won the election, the brewing was too strong. Fortunately the hope of Kennedy and cunning of Johnson got things through. But by the end of Johnson, the demands were growing too fast for the economy to appreciate. The Left now threatened to shake up the entire economy and the technology wasn’t grown fast enough to accommodate. Democratic party didn’t know what to do with the resurgent Left, and eventually tried to crush it, they didn’t even if they won (in 1968) or they lost (in 1972) and they didn’t know what the Left was going to do. While the ideas of Right were familiar, the ideas of The Left were not. They didn’t know how to do social democracy. They didn’t want to know. So they tried to run away, and in that running they moved to the right.

Around the same time, technology shifted. I think one of the most fascinating argument against faking of the moon landing was the fact that media technology in 1969 was not good enough to fake the moon landing. We don’t quite recognize the incredible rise of media over infrastructure after the crisis in 1970′s. This was coming from the new winners. In the rise of media technology, PBS (a brilliant strategy by the Right to fund their own supposed opposition) created An American Family, and with the end of the Fairness Doctrine, the concept of Reality TV was starting to become institutionalized.

There was reality TV in 1950′s, but it was still a niche subject, and hearkened back to people standing crowded in a theater. By the time TV started to showcase reality and reality became more bizarre, people were starting to get used to the blurring of reality and fiction. Then recording media became plenty.

Yesterday, I had mentioned that I have been going through the history of what the documentarian called Unfiction. The narrator talked about the rise of the internet and viral campaigns in the turn of the millennium and how the idea of unfiction started to form. Narrator also mentioned ‘kayfabe’ and Professional Wrestling... which became an industry in the ‘70s, ‘80s and the ‘90s.

I think I need to append an extra part to Unfiction, and it’s super important, because, well, you know where we’re going. Right took on the idea of unfiction and ran away with it, eventually producing a president known as Trump, who famously played in unfiction. He was bolstered in his way of saying This Is Not A Game. This is a real business, this is a real deal-making, this is not a game.

At this point, I think I’m going to consider the Left’s conception of Unfiction. I always felt that UK was a strong democracy, because there was a sense of play in their politics. They knew all the pomps were silly and that meant they could focus on the circumstances. The pomp gave the scaffolding, but the real work could be done inside. They were able to make bold moves when needed.

Then the Third Way happened. They made a dangerous move by taking the pomp seriously. Taking the norm seriously. Building a government around the scaffolding rather than... probably anything else. It was as if Baby Boomers died in the ‘70s, and became a ghost, diddling around the same routine, thinking they would make them sane, when they crossed that river a long time ago.

The Left resurged in the face of that. They know all the institutions are constructions, but the fact that they are constructions means we can focus on the material conditions and work to change the institution to fit our current need.

(Break - God I know how absurdly long this post is, but I realize we are not nearly done yet, and also I already have an idea for the next post in the series. So I actually have to continue this post. So, please stick around for a bit longer)

Okay, with that, let’s cut to the chase. What Obama created in 2008 was a Golden Coalition, one that could ushered in a Green New Deal and Medicare for All, but Obama promptly forgotten that... as in like he just forgot, as if he didn’t realize how momentous the coalition was. Democrats decayed, while Republican built fortresses and started to amp their unfiction tactics. The ruminant grumbles eventually became part of the unfiction and that was it. For most, this should be the time they should have abandon the planet. Democrats apparently didn’t know what is coming even if they stumbled across the answer! Answer smacked them right in the face! And they didn’t do anything!

It is because they are dead. They are haunting the halls of Capitol, their only job is to remain and to keep the hall standing. They do not have any beliefs, they were crushed a long ago, and they are too scared to be shrewd. I thought Sinema would be a shrewd politician, but she became more of a scaredy cat.

We live in the twilight of the Sixth Cycle, and if we cannot innovate away from the grips of the internet, once the promised land, now perverted by the Right, this would be the endless twilight. The system would collapse in the worse way. Inwards, killing all the people inside, and yet have the structure standing.

The gaudy McMansions that only showcase our worst impulse would be what grazes the world after we’re gone. We would be seen as mad savages, who have gone blindness with the knowledge of creativity. We would not deserve any form of pity. We would be worse than failures, we would be disgrace to the idea of sentience itself. Others would hide our planet in shame and spit on them.

But we know we can do better. We know. Can we actualize it? I don’t know as of this moment, but I want to die trying. I want to die with hope and brightness in my faculties. I don’t want to be a ghost. I want to be a phoenix.

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