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vegan-peppermint · 1 month ago

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Character: Tim/Masky

CW: creampie, mean masky

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Tim/Masky

Tim wasn't really intrested in you, or anyone for that matter

He knew his baggage well and was sure he did not want to involve anyone in all that mess

Especially someone so pretty as you

But you kept reappearing in his path

In line at the gas station, walking in the park, at the coffee store- he couldn't get away from you

You started smiling and waving at him after the third or fourth coincidental meeting

He finally decided to buy you a coffee after couple months of running into each other

Tim is actually a pretty good boyfriend

He tries his best to treat you right

He sets reminders every week to bring you something: flowers, chocolate, a plushie

Showing up for you is where he's lacking

More often than not he disappears for days, ghosting you on every platform

Causing you to show up to a restaurant reservation alone or having to explain to your friends you're not sure where your boyfriend is or if he's even coming to the hangout

He puts you through a lot of embarrassing situations

Then he comes back to your door steps with takeout and that stupid grin

God, you love that stupid grin

He lies to you, and you know he's lying

His parents were sick, his phone broke, he fell down a goddamn rabbit hole

It all sounds the same to you

However you never once suspected him of cheating

He's the kind of man that loves you with his whole being

And you feel how dedicated he is to you

In the kisses he overwhelms you with

The gentle touches, soft pulls at your sides

In how well he knows you- things you cannot even remember mentioning to him

He knows you whole.

So you let him in every time

Physical touch:

He wanted to take it slow, not trying to rush the physical part

Which got you very frustrated, as you wanted to rush the physical part

You noticed his shoulders from the first date

He leaned in for a hug, and you immediately felt overwhelmed by his size

You couldn't properly reach all the way across his back, so your hands settled on his shoulders and upper arms

Which only made it worse- you were made aware of the size difference, with a sense of vulnerability and safety

You just wanted to see how sturdy this man really was

It took Tim long enough before initiating

He was worried, scared maybe? He did not want to hurt you

But you were so cute whenever you tried to get him in the mood

Doe-like eyes and pouted lips- such a gentle invitation for him

The first couple times he tried to be on his best behavior

Kissing you softly, hands squeezing your tits lightly while whispering praises in your ear

But he cannot deny that dark, primal part of himself, especially when you trigger it with a mere touch

His hand would slip on your neck, almost hesitant

His teeth would barely scratch your skin

He was good, he'd tell himself, he's doing a good job taking it easy

But you just had to moan like that, you just had to whimper his name so breathlessy

His mind goes wild, getting those sounds of you is the only goal

His teeth sank in deeper, almost drawing blood

He angled his hips in such a way he'd pound into you deeper than you could even imagine

"F-Fuck, you're so needy for my cock-"

Your eyes roll in the back of your head, you grab desperately at his back leaving red marks

You did not recognize your sweet boyfriend in this violent, yearning man

But did this animalistic side of him transform you in a sobbing, wet mess

"Just take it, take it- you fucking whore,"

His thrusting pace increased, pounding you ruthlessly

He was just too big, pushing into you deeper than before

"Fuck~ Ngh~ Tim, please, please, please," you cry, the tension in your stomach growing

He's sinking completely inside your gummy walls. He grunted, your walls tightening around his dick, milking him shamelessly

Heavy panting from both of you

You got tears forming threatening to spill, you were so overstimulated

He kept himself inside making sure you don't spill one drop

“Good girl, good fuckin’ girl.”

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gyuwoncheol · 1 year ago

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Worth It

Pair: Mingyu x f!reader

Genre: Smut smut smut. Pwp. Fiancé!Mingyu, established relationship. 18+ only (MDNI).

Summary: Basically what happens when you tell Mingyu you’re his for the whole night.

Warnings: Mingyu in a white button down (this deserves a warning, yes), pwp, slight soft dom!Mingyu, very brief mention of dying but more as an expression, marking, oral (f. and m. receiving), unprotected piv sex (stay safe, children), wall sex, fingering, hand job, multiple orgasms, cum eating, brief light spanking, biting (it's actually just nipping), light anal rimming, squirting, overstimulation, use of color system, dirty talk, praise, use of pet names (good girl, greedy girl, baby), Gyu actually being really sweet if you look at the tiny details, mention of a married Jeonghan, speeding while driving (do NOT do this). Please let me know if I missed something!

WC: 3.5k

Author’s Note: I was working on 2 other wips when Mingyu just wouldn’t leave me alone. This is the result of that. Not my best work and not thoroughly proofread. But it is what it is. I just really needed to get this out of my system because the man is killing me. My inbox is very much open if you wanna thirst on Gyu with me!

Smut directly under the cut

“Gyu, if you keep touching me like that, i’m gonna wanna suck you off” you warned, swatting your fiancé’s hand away from your thigh

“I don’t see why that’s a problem” He shrugged happily, knuckles gripping onto the steering wheel tighter, excited at your proposition

“It’s a problem because you always close your eyes when you cum. You’re going to crash the car. I’d like to get fucked tonight, not die in an accident”

Mingyu laughed at your statement, not even disagreeing in the slightest bit. Yes you were both horny, but safety always came first, especially when it came to you. He wasn’t so sure what came over you. One moment you were both happily celebrating the wedding of your friends, and the next, you were whispering the dirtiest things in his ear during what he thought would be a romantic slow dance with you on the dancefloor.

Who could blame you though? Your fiancé looked every bit of scrumptious in his white button down today, plus he perfectly played his role of doting fiancé through the night: always holding your hand, always keeping you in his line of sight in the rare moments you two were separated, and always whispering 'i love you's'. He tried to be nice and not rush out the wedding venue right after the dance, and he succeeded for a while, but as the party drew on, it was getting more difficult to hide his boner so he practically dragged you to the car whilst waving a quick goodbye to your friends.

"It's not my fault you're getting me riled up the whole night" he reasoned

"It's also not my fault I'm engaged to the sexiest man in the world"

Mingyu raised his brow at you whilst stopped at a red light, "it kinda is though... You did say yes when I proposed"

"Then you better show me it was worth it" You challenged

Just as the lights turned green, Mingyu could feel his dick twitch in his pants and he swore he never pressed on that gas pedal faster than he did.

He couldn't even wait for you to unlock your doors before he was already kissing down your neck, his whole body pressed onto your back so you could feel his hard on. The feeling of his wet tongue on your burning skin had you fiddling for the wrong keys "Gyu! Slow down! I need to get us in" You pleaded with your source of distraction, "I'm yours the whole night, just let me get our keys right"

"That's funny, you definitely weren't telling me to slow down or wait longer while you whispered all those things on the dance floor... But I will take you up on the offer of having you all night. That is noted" he said the last sentence in a low growl, sending chills down your spine.

Thankfully, the right key finally clicked and your door flew wide open. Mingyu drove you to the closest wall, your head lightly thumping against the hard surface.

"shit! sorry baby" Mingyu's eyes grew wide, his hand immediately reaching over to the back of your head, worried he had just hurt you.

You couldn't even care less, pushing your lips back on his for another kiss but Mingyu stopped you with his free hand, keeping you at half an arm's length. "No, no. I need to know. Are you okay?"

You saw just how quickly his eyes went from horny to caring and it got you even more turned on.

"I'm okay baby, hardly even felt it" You rushed out, reaching for his neck to draw you closer to his lips again. This time, with his full cooperation.

It was everything but calm and collected. Mingyu didn't even leave you any room to fight for dominance as his tongue explored your mouth feverishly.

He groaned when he felt your nails scratch lightly at his chest, his buttons now all undone and giving you access to his tanned skin. You slowly made your way through his chest, leaving love bites where you could and stripping him off the shirt. When your knees hit the floor, you excitedly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his black slacks, exposing his very hard cock that was fighting for release from the confines of his boxers which you eventually freed.

His angry tip momentarily brushed your lips as it sprang up against his stomach and Mingyu let out a moan from the brief contact. He just about died when you gently held his shaft, your tongue sticking out and just centimeters away from where he wanted you. It was as if time stopped for Mingyu. If he just knew where his phone was, he would have definitely memorialized this in a photo.

Mingyu's precum was right there and you just needed to taste it, swiping your tongue fully on his tip before swirling it around him. You heard him curse which only prodded you even more, your thumb gently pressing down on where your tongue was just a few seconds ago as you slowly started to pump him up and down with both hands. The harder you worked him up, the more precum oozed out of him and everytime it did, you repeated the motion of pressing down on his tip before twisting your hands on his length.

"Fuck baby, pleaseee" His voice strained. There was something about seeing that diamond ring on your finger as it wrapped around his cock that always got him in a mess

"Hm?" you blinked innocently, looking up at him through your lashes

"Mouth.. Tongue.. Please, I—" He stuttered and that was all you needed to finally get your lips wrapped around him, sucking with a fervor that had your fiance's eyes rolling to the back of his head. The taste of him sending a gush of wetness between your legs.

Mingyu's mouth hung wide open, letting every whimper and moan come out in full volume as you slowly took more of his length with every bob of your head. You retracted when you were half way through, making sure your tongue was dragging on the underside of his cock to add to the sensation. A string of saliva connecting your lips to his dick.

"Been wanting this the whole night" you mumbled before letting more of your saliva drool onto his cock, earning a groan from your fiancé

You pumped him several more times with your hand before your mouth took him in again. This time, you took your time swirling your tongue and sucking him in, slowly making sure you were able to stuff as much of him down your throat.

"Babyy— fuck, k-keep going" He encouraged. His large hand still behind your head, not pushing but also not letting you move away.

You relaxed your jaw more and willed yourself to breathe through your nose. You moaned when he hit the back of your throat and it set goosebumps all over his body, a strained call of your name reverberating through the walls of your house. Your fingers covered what the rest of your mouth couldn’t and you synced your movements enough to have Mingyu jerking in no time

"So fucking good. Swallowing me so well"

Your tongue continued to move back and forth on the underside of his cock while your throat continued to spasm and your hand played with his balls. When you had adjusted well enough, you squeezed his right thigh to indicate you were good to go and he could fuck your face.

And fuck your face, he did.

With your mouth open wide and tongue sticking out, your fiancé went to town. His hand now fisted your hair in a ponytail as his cock continuously rammed through your throat, hitting the back every single time. You thanked yourself for wearing your toughest waterproof makeup and setting spray because at the rate Mingyu was going, you were definitely tearing up and drooling. As his movements stuttered, you held tightly to the back of his thighs so you could swallow as much of him as you can.

Mingyu closed his eyes shut at the feeling of your tight throat squeezing his cock, "Shit, baby I- I'm so c-close"

You moaned one more time, setting him off as his pelvis jerked and you saw his head fall back.with a groan. Thick spurts of his cum coated your throat and it only made you moan against him harder, fully adding onto the stimulation your fiancé was feeling. You swallowed thickly with all he had to give you, milking out Mingyu to the very last drop.

"FUCK" He exhaled, finally stilling you by the shoulders and slipping out. You gasped for air and wiped your face with the back of your hand, a tantalizing smile staring up at Mingyu

He noted how you swallowed him dry and wiped the tears that stained your cheek.

"My good girl.”

You smiled at him, proud of the work you've done and the praise you got. "Your good girl" you repeated

"Cmere" he called, helping you up hastily and trapping you against the wall for the second time that night

His hand found its place again behind your head, cushioning it from the wall, while the other was hiking up your long silky dress.

"Gyu..." You inhaled sharply when his mouth latched onto your collar bone, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. Just then you felt his fingers cup your pussy and you both moaned at the feeling

"Fuck baby, no panties?"

You shook your head, biting your lower lip to contain the cheeky smile forming

"Why didn't you tell me? We could've gone home as soon as Jeonghan said 'I Do'… y/n, you're leaking" Your fiance stated the obvious when he brushed your thighs, not even giving you the chance to answer his question

“All you, Gyu”

You saw his pupils blow out at your statement, a cocky smirk written all over his face, two thick fingers immediately slipping into your wet hole “What’s that?”

“S-shit..” you gasped, “it’s you. All cause of you.” you repeated, body jerking at the way his fingers hooked on your insides

“My good girl already so wet just sucking me off huh? Didn’t even need to touch you to have your sweet pussy soaking"

"oh my go— Oh god"

If the squelching sounds you could hear weren’t enough an indication to how wet you were, surely the slippery sensation in your pussy and thighs were

"Jump" you heard Mingyu demand and you lifted your feet off in no time. His strong arms supporting you by the thighs, his hands just below your pussy where he definitely felt some of your juices dripping. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you were now perfectly sandwiched between the concrete wall and your human wall.

"Mingyu" you mewled, forehead dropping to his shoulder when you felt the tip of his cock slip right into your cunt. Your body involuntarily moved higher but Mingyu was quick enough to pull you down, sheathing a few more inches of his length inside you

"Look at you, so wet, you don't even need prep to take me" He praised, pushing another inch further into you as another strangled moan ripped through your throat

Soon enough, your pussy was contracting against Mingyu's dick, the slight pain present awhile ago was now coming in waves of pleasure for you.

"S'good thing you're soaking baby 'case you're tight pussy's sucking me in so well"

Mingyu couldn't stop whispering dirty things in your ear, prodding you enough until you were exerting all your upper body strength to bounce on his cock. A couple times he would completely slip out with how wet you were but he was always quick enough to sheath himself back into your hole before you could fully whine.

"babyyyy" You moaned, the orgasm suddenly appearing hot in your heels already. "m'close. Please.."

"Please what, m' love?" Mingyu thrusted deeply, hitting your gspot with perfect accuracy. If he hadn't held you so tightly, you were sure you would’ve fallen out

"Cum... P-please. Please let me cu--" the last word dying in your throat when he fully withdrew his cock only to push it right in with double the force of the last. You were seeing stars and the knot in your stomach was holding on for dear life.

"My good girl wants to cum?"

"YES!" You cried out, "Please.. was good. I w-was good"

Mingyu chuckled, thoroughly enjoying how broken you sounded when begging for release. With a low whisper to your ear, he let you have what you asked for "Let go, baby"

If Mingyu wasn't back to being fully erect awhile ago, then he is now with the way your gummy walls clamped so tightly around him, your orgasm flowing through you as your fiancé moved his body against yours in soft body rolls to help you ride out your orgasm.

"so good, Gyu. So good.. so good" you chanted with hushed tones

When he felt you calm down, Mingyu planted a kiss on your temple telling you to 'hang tight' when he suddenly lifted you off the wall and made large strides to the stairwell of your home, all while still being inside you. In a moment, he opened your bedroom door, stopping at the light switch for you to flick it on.

"Y/n" he called you in a tone that sent shivers down your spine. He was now standing at the edge of your king sized bed, eyes staring deep into your soul. "Dress off" he demanded.

It was only then you realised how he had been fully naked since forever ago while you were still definitely covered in silk and cotton. You threw the material on the floor at the same time Mingyu slipped out of you and threw you to the bed, your body lightly bouncing on the mattress sending you into a giggles

"I love you" you declared to the man still standing tall with his arms crossed at the edge of your bed. Your eyes glanced at his cock that stood against his stomach, still glistening with your slick, before raking up his toned abs and then back to his face.

"I love you baby" Mingyu replied with a smile that boasted his canines

It was romantic really, but only for a few seconds, because when Mingyu saw your cum drip out of your hole, his pointer finger made quick work to scoop it up and plug it back in your hole. The gasp you let out had him flashing you a devilish grin, one you knew all too well.

He lifted your legs slowly, placing them over his shoulders while he maintained eye contact with you, his face inching closer and closer. The smell of your sex just making his dick twitch for the nth time that night. When he deemed himself close enough, he blew cold air on your pussy, enough to make your hips buck up, immediately latching his mouth onto your wet folds. A strangled moan of his name was the first thing he heard, followed by the lewd squelches his mouth made against your cunt.

"Ooohhh my goooood, Mingyuuuuu" you drawled out when his tongue entered your hole, slurping all the cum he had just caught a few seconds ago

He beamed when he finished swallowing your juices, his face lifting up with a toothy grin, "So sweet. All mine" he declared, before licking a fat stripe from your hole to your clit.

Your moans got louder the more he controlled your writhing in bed, not at all caring that you were about to get wrecked with another orgasm with the way his mouth was making out with your pussy: licking through your folds, sucking and swirling on your clit, pumping his tongue in and out of your hole. He felt your fingers run through his hair before harshly pulling at the strands but it only prodded him more. Taking hold of your legs, he raised them forward so you were now folded in half. A growl rumbled through his chest when he saw just how puffy your pussy got from what he did.

Mingyu delivered two light spanks on your ass before he dove back in to nip and suck at your skin before soothing it with his tongue. The feeling of his teeth grazing your inner thigh was a welcomed addition to every sensation you were feeling down there.

"Keep going, Gyu" You panted, "Please"

Your fiancé didn't need to be told twice, making sure he didn't leave any area of your pussy uncovered. Between the light spanking, sucking and nipping, the skin on your thighs were now blooming a bright shade of pink.

He knew you were close when your right leg trembled with a jerk.

"Cmon, baby. Be my good girl and cum for me.."

Your eyes met his briefly before pushing his head down to meet your hip. Your orgasm was right there, you could feel it wanting to fall, to break, but you needed something more you couldn't exactly pin point. You squeezed your breasts with your free hand but to no avail. Your fiance's tongue was slurping from your hole, his nose stimulating your clit, yet it wasn't enough.

"Gyuuu.... So c-close, pleaaase! N-need mo-oore"

It's a good thing Mingyu knew your body more than you did, because the moment you felt his thumb tease the tight rim of your ass, you didn't only cum, you squirted.

“FUCK, YES” Mingyu celebrated

A silent scream racked through your chest, knocking all air out of your lungs. If your ears weren't just ringing so loudly, you would've heard Mingyu moan out more curse words before diving into your cunt to lap up everything he could. In just a few seconds, your back was arching again as you fought to push his mouth off you. Your whole body was shaking from that earth shattering orgasm, your pussy feeling like it was on fire as overstimulation crept in.

Mingyu laced his fingers through your hand but his attempt to ground you was contradicting the words that came out of his mouth.

"Don’t push me away, baby. Thought you needed more? didn't think my good girl was gonna be a greedy one tonight"

He was chuckling at how far gone you were, mumbling incoherent words to him. All he could really make out was the occasional call of his name.

"Baby.." you groaned desperately when you felt him leave light kisses on the knuckles of your hand that he was holding

"Hmm?"

"I—" you stammered, between the wetness of your sheets and your insides still trembling, you weren't really sure how to string words together

"Does my greedy girl want more?" Mingyu's brow raised, the tone in his voice suggesting that he was not done with you yet. You felt his whole body hover over you, a comforting warmth that made you feel safe and loved despite every single dirty thing he was just doing to you.

"You can give me more, right baby?" Your fiancé asked while one hand pumped his hard cock languidly

"you did say I could have you the whole night… you meant that, right?"

Mingyu saw you look at him in a daze, nodding eagerly even though he knew his words were still registering in your brain

"Y/n, baby… color." He cleared out, wanting to make sure you really did want this. He could read you well in moments like this, but even if he did, Mingyu always made sure he heard the words from you.

He saw you pause and he was ready to drop everything, ready to scoop you in a cuddle then run you a warm bath while he changed the sheets. He could care less if he didn't get to cum a second time tonight, at least he had his fair share awhile ago. But he waited patiently for your words.

The silence lingered long enough that he felt like asking the question again, just in case you didn't hear him.

"G-green, Gyu" you choked out, your throat feeling dry as the desert "But... could I get some water, please?" You asked, your face wincing at how difficult it was to form that one sentence alone.

You were sure it had only been two seconds since you asked, yet your fiancé was already helping you sit up, a jug of water with a straw in hand so you could quench your thirst. Mingyu gently cupped your cheek as you drank, his thumb caressing your skin before planting a soft kiss on your forehead

You smiled gratefully at him after drinking probably half the jug, "Thank you, babe"

He drank some water too before settling it down on the floor, and then facing you. The crinkles on his eyes were showing and despite having his hair stick out in odd places, he still was the most handsome man you've laid your eyes on.

"I love you, y/n"

You closed the gap between you, a chaste kiss on his lips despite getting a slight taste of yourself. "I love you, Gyu"

Your hand held the back of his neck, the mischievous glint in your eyes making a reappearance after that necessary water break. Mingyu's devilish grin followed suit too when you uttered your next words, a redeclaration of how this all began.

"I'm yours the whole night."

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dandelionsresilience · 7 months ago

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Good News - May 22-28

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1. Scientists Invent Healthier More Sustainable Chocolate

“The new chocolate recipe from researchers at ETH Zurich uses more materials from the cocoa pod that are usually discarded, including more of the pulp as well as the inner lining of the husk, known as the endocarp. […] The resulting chocolate also [was “deliciously sweet” and] had 20% more fibre and 30 percent less saturated fat than average European dark chocolate[, and] it could enable cocoa farmers [to] earn more from their crops.”

2. Vermont Is Coming for Big Oil, Making It Pay for Decades of Climate Pollution

“Legislators in Montpelier are on the brink of enacting the "Climate Superfund Act," modeled after the federal Superfund law, that seeks to make oil, gas and coal companies pay for damages linked to historical greenhouse gas emissions. […] Companies would be held liable for the costs associated with […] floods and heat waves, along with losses to biodiversity, safety, economic development and anything else the treasurer deems reasonable[, that were caused by their emissions].”

3. Important bird habitat now protected in the Rocky Mountain Trench

“Grassland-reliant species in the Rocky Mountain Trench now have more protected habitat thanks to a new [270-hectare] conservation area near Cranbrook. […] About one-third of the Skookumchuck Prairie Conservation Area is forested[…,] Most of the site is a dry grassland[…, and] Three hectares of wetlands add to the landscape diversity and offer crucial benefits to wildlife and water systems in the area. This conservation gem also provides habitat for endangered American badger and excellent winter range for elk, mule deer and white-tailed deer.”

4. Lemur Week marked by 70th breeding success

“A wildlife park has celebrated its 70th lemur breeding success ahead of a week raising money to help save the endangered primates. […] The park's open-air Madagascar exhibit is home to 31 free-roaming lemurs and was officially opened in 2008. […] Females are only sexually receptive for just one or two days a year, leaving a small window of opportunity for males to father offspring. […] The two playful siblings, one female and one male, were born to father Bernard and mother Hira.”

5. Innovative material for sustainable building

“Researchers introduce a polymer-based material with unique properties. This material allows sunlight to enter, maintains a more comfortable indoor climate without additional energy, and cleans itself like a lotus leaf. The new development could replace glass components in walls and roofs in the future.”

6. Isle of Wight eagles don't pose threat to lambs as feared

“While there had previously been fears that the eagles would feed on livestock, such as lambs, the project has found no evidence of this. [… “W]hite-tailed eagles effectively steal meals from other predatory birds[, which is] a really important ecological role that had been lost within the landscape and is being restored.” [… The birds’] population was boosted by a chick last year – the first time the species has bred in England in 240 years.”

7. Breakthrough discovery uses engineered surfaces to shed heat

“Cheng's team has found a way to lower the starting point of the [Leidenfrost] effect by producing a surface covered with micropillars. […] The discovery has great potential in heat transfer applications such as the cooling of industrial machines and surface fouling cleaning for heat exchangers. It also could help prevent damage and even disaster to nuclear machinery.”

8. New malaria vaccine delivered for the first time

“A total of 43,000 doses arrived by air today from UNICEF, and another 120,000 are scheduled to show up in the coming days. […] They're the first vaccines designed to work against a human parasite. […] Across four African countries, these trials showed a 75% reduction in malaria cases in the year following vaccination of young children. […] The Serum Institute of India, who will be manufacturing the new vaccine, says a hundred million doses will likely be available to countries by the middle of next year.”

9. Urban gardening may improve human health: Microbial exposure boosts immune system

“"One month of urban indoor gardening boosted the diversity of bacteria on the skin of the subjects and was associated with higher levels of anti-inflammatory cytokines in the blood. The group studied used a growing medium with high microbial diversity emulating the forest soil," [… whereas] the control group used a microbially poor peat-based medium. [… N]o changes in the blood or the skin microbiota were seen. […] “This is the first time we can demonstrate that meaningful and natural human activity can increase the diversity of the microbiota of healthy adults and, at the same time, contribute to the regulation of the immune system."”

10. Cities Are Switching to Electric Vehicles Faster Than Individuals

“[M]ost large cities have adopted some kind of climate goal, and some of them are buying EVs for their municipal fleets at a faster rate than the general public. And that progress could speed up as more EVs enter the market and as cities get educated about grant funding and tax incentives that were passed over the last four years.”

May 15-21 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

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harlequin-eldritchkin · 4 months ago

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Source: Pictures from Pinterest. Harley Quinn from Harleen by Stjepan Sejic, Poison Ivy from Poison Ivy: The Virtuous Cycle by G. Willow Wilson, Marcio Takara, and Arif Prianto. Photoshopped by yours truly.

One of my favorite artists that I feel touches on Harlivy is Taylor Swift.

"I Can Do It With a Broken Heart" makes me think of Harley post Joker. This song could have been on the soundtrack of Birds of Prey: And the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn.

Before she was the Clown Princess of Crime on her own terms, before she was even Harley Quinn, Dr. Quinzel was expected to uphold her professionalism and do as her department (of old white men) wanted rather than what she trained for and her aim to understand the criminally insane.

With Joker she was expected to obey no matter the cost to her safety or mental health. She was his sidekick and punching bag. Classic relationship between a White Faced and Auguste Clown.

"Lights, camera, bitch, smile,

Even when you want to die,

He said he'd love me all his life,

But that life was too short,

Breaking down, I hit the floor,

All the pieces of me shattered,

As the crowd was chanting "More!"

I was grinning like I'm winning,

I was hitting my marks,

'Cause I can do it with a broken heart."

When Harley drives the gas truck into the chemical plant "We're Never Getting Back Together Again" would fit brilliantly. Just saying.

"Mad Woman" is another great song. In the pre-chorus to chorus she sings:

"Everytime you call me crazy,

I get more crazy,

What about that?

And when you say I seem angry,

I get more angry,

And there's nothing like a mad woman."

Harley becomes the "Mad Woman" when people refer to her as Joker's sidekick or will never be able to escape his shadow. Ivy turns into a "Mad Woman" everytime someone does a purposefully harmful act to the planet. They both turn into a "Mad Woman" when someone threatens or hurts the other.

The meaning behind the song, at least for me, touches on the quote, "Nature isn't cruel. It's just efficient," especially the first verse:

"What do you think I'd say to that?

does a scorpion sting when fighting back?

They strike to kill,

And you know I will,

You know I will".

Source: Pinterest. Reputation Era Taylor Swift.

In conclusion, this line from Imgonnagetyouback is reminiscent of Poison Ivy:

"Pick your poison,

I'm poison either way."

#harley quinn #harlequin #pop-culture sorcery #harlivy #mutant sorcery #harleen #multiverse #poison ivy #dc comics #taylor swift #swifty #philosophy of harlivy #music is lofe

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breezingby · 3 months ago

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Commander Cody & His Lost Planet Airmen ~ Hot Rod Lincoln

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Have you heard this story of the Hot Rod race When Fords and Lincolns was settin' the pace That story is true, I'm here to say I was drivin' that Model A

It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up That Model A body makes it look like a pup It's got eight cylinders; uses them all It's got overdrive, just won't stall

With a 4-barrel carb and a dual exhaust With 4.11 gears you can really get lost It's got safety tubes, but I ain't scared The brakes are good, tires fair

Pulled out of San Pedro late one night The moon and the stars was shinin' bright We was drivin' up Grapevine Hill Passing cars like they was standing still

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All of a sudden in a wink of an eye A Cadillac sedan passed us by I said, "Boys, that's a mark for me!" By then the taillight was all you could see

Now the fellas was ribbin' me for bein' behind So I thought I'd make the Lincoln unwind Took my foot off the gas and man alive I shoved it on down into overdrive

Wound it up to a hundred-and-ten My speedometer said that I hit top end My foot was glued like lead to the floor That's all there is and there ain't no more

Now the boys all thought I'd lost my sense And telephone poles looked like a picket fence They said, "Slow down! I see spots! The lines on the road just look like dots"

Took a corner; sideswiped a truck Crossed my fingers just for luck My fenders was clickin' the guardrail posts The guy beside me was white as a ghost

~ ♫♪♫ ~

Smoke was comin' from out of the back When I started to gain on that Cadillac Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass Don't you know by then we'd be low on gas?

We had flames comin' from out of the side Feel the tension. Man! What a ride! I said, "Look out, boys, I've got a license to fly!" And that Caddy pulled over and let us by

Now all of a sudden she started to knockin' And down in the dips she started to rockin' I looked in my mirror; a red light was blinkin' The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln!

They arrested me and they put me in jail And called my pappy to throw my bail And he said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin' If you don't stop drivin' that Hot... Rod... Lincoln!"

~ ♫♪♫ ~ Commander Cody & His Lost Planet Airmen

#youtube #Pop Rock/Folk/Country Music #Commander Cody & His Lost Planet Airmen #lyrics #1971

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es46 · 7 months ago

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Another Remobra-based snake wyvern, this time inspired by seraphim. - SERAPHIBRA Title - Seraphim snake Monster class - Snake wyvern Known locales - High-altitude environments such as mountains and clifftops Element/ailment - Sleep Elemental weakness - Fire (3), Thunder (3), Water (2), Ice (1), Dragon (1) Ailment weakness - Blast (3), Paralysis (1), Poison (1), Stun (1), Sleep (0) Seraphibra is a snake wyvern specialised in high-altitude environments, typically close to mountaintops. A close relative of Remobra, it is unique in that its hindlimbs have also developed specialised wing membranes, making Seraphibra well-suited for catching and riding wind currents. Its rudder-like tail aids with its mobility, while special lenses in its eyes blot out harsh sunlight. What seems like feathers along its gold-and-white body are actually concentrations of a powder-like sedative secretion, whilst eye-like markings on its membranes signal to others of its kind. A dedicated insectivore, Seraphibra's blunt head hosts powerful jaws lined with extensions of bone, perfect for crushing the hard shells of neopterans. When it finds flying insects, Seraphibra swoops low and scatters its sedatives to subdue them, allowing the snake wyvern to feed at leisure. Specialised as it is, Seraphibra displays no aggressive behaviour towards humans or monsters like wingdrakes. They simply fly on by, allowing researchers to operate in relatively safety. Nonetheless, maintain distance so to avoid agitating the snake wyvern. If threatened, Seraphibra's initial response is to attempt to either outfly the aggressor or intimidate it by flashing the eye-like markings on its membranes. Should the attacker continue, Seraphibra will scatter its powder-like sedatives, using its wings and tail to direct clouds of the toxin to its opponent. The snake wyvern's physical options are limited, given its physique, though it can deliver nasty bites or lash out with its tail. With all four limbs dedicated to flight, Seraphibra has next to no optimal ground mobility. Fortunately, this is of little concern; the snake wyvern is so specialised to aerial life, including adaptations like gas reservoirs and air-filled bones, that it can eat, mate and even sleep on the wing. Seraphibra only comes to ground level to rear their young; the female crafts a nest on a secluded mountain ridge and will remain with her brood throughout their development. The male will patrol the area, bringing food to his mate. When the young are mature, they and their parents will go to the open skies. Seraphibra is not considered a particularly challenging monster due to its lack of any effective ground mobility (Low Rank - 1, High/Master Rank - 1), though hunters must of course take heed of how its environment works in its favour. Fire and water weapons can neutralise its sedative powders, whilst thunder weapons disorientate it and limit its aerial effectiveness. While flash bombs are not effective, barrel bombs and other explosives can damage its wing membranes and bring it down. While Seraphibra is a relatively weak monster, it lives in relative peace given its isolated environment, and most predators it could encounter, such as Legiana or Valstrax, tended to be uninterested given its sedatives. However, the snake wyvern lives in fear of the temnoceran Wyvorsilla, who is immune to sleep and uses parachutes of silk to ride updrafts, seeking flying prey to bring down.

- Thank you for reading and take care.

#fanart #wyvern #snake wyvern #sketch #monochrome #monster hunter #serpent

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blackhistorychatgpt · 11 months ago

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Black inventors

From Perplexity:

Famous black inventors have significantly contributed to various fields, from everyday household items to groundbreaking technological advancements. Here are some notable figures:

George Crum (1824-1914): A chef who is credited with inventing the potato chip in 1853[1].

Frederick McKinley Jones (1893-1961): Developed refrigeration equipment for trucks, trains, ships, and planes, receiving over 40 patents. His invention, the Thermo King, revolutionized the food and medical transport industries[1].

Granville T. Woods (1856-1910): Accumulated almost 60 patents, improving railroad functioning. Notably, he invented the induction telegraph system for train communication[1].

George Washington Carver (1864-1943): An agricultural chemist who developed 518 products from peanuts and sweet potatoes, including ink, dye, soap, and synthetic rubber[1].

Madam C.J. Walker (1867-1919): Became the first African American woman self-made millionaire by creating a line of hair products for African American women[1].

Garrett Morgan (1877-1963): Invented the traffic signal and a safety hood that served as a prototype for the gas mask[1].

Mary Beatrice Davidson Kenner: Patented the sanitary belt in 1957, a significant advancement in women's health and hygiene[1].

Thomas L. Jennings (1791–1859): The first African American to receive a U.S. patent, for a dry-cleaning process[4].

Patricia Bath (1942-2019): Invented a laser cataract treatment, becoming the first African American female doctor to receive a medical patent[4].

Mark Dean (1957-present): Holds over 20 patents, including contributions to the creation of the color PC monitor and the first gigahertz chip[4].

Elijah McCoy (1844-1929): Known for his invention of the automatic lubricator for oiling steam engines, leading to the phrase "the real McCoy" to denote something authentic[4].

These inventors have left a lasting impact on society, demonstrating ingenuity and perseverance in the face of challenges.

Citations: [1] https://www.oprahdaily.com/life/work-money/g30877473/african-american-inventors/ [2] https://www.parents.com/kids/education/world-changing-black-inventors-that-every-kid-should-know-about/ [3] https://www.black-inventor.com [4] https://www.biography.com/inventors/g46697619/famous-black-inventors [5] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_African-American_inventors_and_scientists

From Gemini (formerly Bard):

20 Famous Black Investors with Short Descriptions:

Dr. Shirley Jackson: First Black woman to earn a doctorate in nuclear physics, invested in research and development for the U.S. Department of Defense.

Robert F. Smith: Founded Vista Equity Partners, a private equity firm with over $85 billion in assets under management. Known for his philanthropic endeavors.

Oprah Winfrey: Media mogul and investor, known for her investments in cable channels, production companies, and Weight Watchers.

Udayan I. Lekhraj: Founded CMG Partners, a private equity firm specializing in healthcare investments. Advocate for diversity and inclusion in venture capital.

Catherine Hughes: Founded Urban One, a media company serving the African American community. First Black woman to chair a publicly traded company in the U.S.

Rodney Bryant: Co-founded JUST Capital, a firm that measures and incentivizes corporations to prioritize stakeholder capitalism.

Ellen Johnson Sirleaf: Former President of Liberia, Nobel Peace Prize winner. Focused on economic development and investment in her country.

Ronald Lauder: CEO of Estee Lauder Companies, known for his investments in the beauty industry and philanthropic work.

Charles R. Bronfman: Chairman of The Seagram Company Ltd., invested in various industries including entertainment, real estate, and philanthropy.

John Rogers Jr.: Founded Ariel Investments, a mutual fund company with over $28 billion in assets under management. Advocate for responsible investing.

Marc Morial: Former mayor of New Orleans, currently president of the National Urban League. Focused on economic empowerment of Black communities.

Ronald Watkins: Founding CEO of Watkins Investing Group, invests in real estate and businesses within the Black community.

Melody Hobson: President and CEO of Ariel Investments, known for her work on financial literacy and diversity in boardrooms.

Aisha Evans: Founded BE Capital, a venture capital firm focused on Black and Latinx tech entrepreneurs.

Kevin Hart: Comedian and investor, known for his investments in production companies, streaming platforms, and sports teams.

Jay-Z: Rapper and entrepreneur, known for his investments in music streaming, sports teams, and venture capital funds.

Will Smith: Actor and investor, known for his investments in production companies, media platforms, and venture capital funds.

Serena Williams: Tennis champion and investor, known for her investments in venture capital funds focused on women and diverse founders.

Rihanna: Singer and entrepreneur, known for her investments in beauty brands, fashion lines, and technology startups.

LeBron James: Basketball player and investor, known for his investments in media companies, production companies, and technology startups.

Please note: This list is not exhaustive and can be debated in terms of individual importance and impact.

Reading List on Black Inventors:

Black Inventors: Lives That Mattered by Darlene R. Medford

Hidden Figures: The American Dream and the Untold Story of the Black Women Mathematicians Who Helped Win the Space Race by Margot Lee Shetterly

Lifting the Veil: Celebrating the Unsung Heroes of Black History by Michael Hill

Lost Genius: The Forgotten Black Inventors Who Changed the World by Dennis Freeman

Pioneering Women in American Mathematics: From Agnes Scott to Emmy Noether by Pamela Prochazka

Black Inventors in Science and Technology by Shirley J. Smith

A Colored Man's Reminiscences of James M. Whitfield: With Recollections of the Early Struggles of Colored Men in Boston by Wilbur H. Siebert

Inventing the Future: Black Inventors in Science and Technology by Geneva Gay

African Americans in Science, Math, and Invention by Darlene R. Medford

Black Inventors in the United States by Darlene R. Medford

This list offers a variety of books covering different periods and areas of innovation by Black inventors. Consider exploring further based on your specific interests.

I hope this information is helpful!

#african american history #black history month #black history month 2024 #dalle3 #midjourney #black inventors #blackhistorymonth #africanamericanhistory #afrofuturism #solar punk #steampunk

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darklcy · 1 year ago

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𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 : 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑 | 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐲

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : armin arlert x reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2.3k words 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: slow burn, bad language, reader experiences low self esteem, negative habits, skipping meals, lack of sleep. 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: soldier life is catching up, but almost drowns you in the process. fortunately, you don't have to face it alone. 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭

Keith Shadis stood at the forest entrance patiently, waiting for the ambush of cadets to line up and commence maneuver gear training. On his mark, he released the trainees free to the skies and into the towers of trees, trailing behind on his own set of gear to inspect, like a hawk tracking its prey.

Today was dedicated solely to drills and Titan-target practices, as well as a test of endurance and stamina. Lectures upon lectures on maneuver gear safety always repeated themselves before take off, as rules must be obeyed to prevent any measly accidents.

But all to be focused on right now was losing your sense of reality to the wind and the trees. The satisfactory sensation of feeling weightless to the wires that pulled your body from trunk to trunk. So light and fresh like a leaf floating down to the forest floor. Funny, this machine taught you to kill, and yet it worked so beautifully. You’d never get tired from this.

In the distant right, Sasha’s cackles echoed along the branches, meshing together with Connie’s and Jean’s hollers. Up ahead, the infamous Shiganshina trio grouped together like a pack of wolves. Somewhere far off you could pick up the occasional yell of a stray trainee who’d crash landed. It was during these trying times where trainees who weren’t capable fell out and returned to their homes.

As you sharply swung along a corner, your sights locked on the familiar wooden cut-out of a fifteen-meter Titan, the nape of the neck clean of wounds. You readied your swords from their sheaths with a pump of gas, boosting acceleration. Arms raised in the air, you prepared yourself.

A shout escaped your throat as the swords sliced down on the neck, carving a precise cut on the makeshift Titan. The wood tumbled to the dirt below. A perfect kill..!

You almost laughed as you abandoned the Titan to pursue the hunt. Not too far away from the cutout, a zip of wires grew louder from behind. A certain roommate beamed at you as she neared.

“Hey [Y/N]! Mind if I tag along?”

You cocked your head.

“You just want to latch onto my kills!”

Mina dramatically gasped.

“Can’t we just hangout like the friends we are?”

You pressed on the gas trigger and propelled forward.

“Nope, I don’t trust you.”

Mina huffed at the playful tone in your voice, soon gliding away to resume her hunt elsewhere.

A little while after the brief encounter, another Titan stood in the distance. The size was a bit shorter this time, standing at around ten-meters, and once again, unscathed nape.

Seems like luck was at your beckoning today. Gripping onto the swords, you launched your hook grabbles and braced yourself to make the cut.

SHIIING

…Only for the kill to be stolen.

“Hahaha sorry [Y/N]! Couldn’t resist!”

The hooks released from the cutout and into the tree trunk beside you, allowing you to softly swing as you watched Mina fly away, a trail of steam dissipating behind her. A scoff of disbelief was all you could muster.

What the fuck?

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

End results noted a total of seven Titan kills.

A comparable score, considering the hunting was done solo.

“We managed to get ten kills! Not to mention, when we’d split up, we covered more ground. A success, I’d say.”

Connie bragged while Sasha enthusiastically ate her porridge, lifting a spoon to emphasize his point. Jean made a scene to stick his nose into the conversation.

“Allow me to add that I got a higher score on technique, so if you need any maneuver gear lessons, I’m your guy.”

Connie swatted at his chest.

“Shut up, you wish.”

You heard Mina giggle beside you. Her elbow gently nudged your side.

“Did you hear how much Mikasa got? Thirteen.”

Thirteen..?

“Holy shit, really?”

Connie barged in from across the table.

“Yes! She’s amazing.”

Sasha planted her palms onto the wood to lean in.

“I saw her in action! She flies so fast, it’s like you can barely see her coming.”

Jean’s face warmed noticeably. “She’s incredible.”

The group unanimously agreed. Mikasa denied the laws of nature and succeeded in winning at any obstacle thrown at her. Some theorized she wasn’t human.

You threw a glance her way. Such straight posture, no hint of life beside the occasional blink, calmly eating her meal like she was at the King’s tea time. Where every cadet appeared exhausted, her skin radiated without any bruises, sweat, and dirt. Maybe she was non-human.

A frown weighs the corners of your mouth when you turn back to your dinner.

Seven gets lost in thirteen.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

WHAM

Your spine smacked the rough clay as you tumbled ridiculously, legs falling over your head when it came to a stop. Annie was a ferocious partner, not breaking a single worry in this pitiful battle you were putting up. Throwing a leg over your waist, pinning you to the Earth, she jabs the wooden knife into your chest.

“I win.”

You blinked a few times. All you could respond with was a weak groan.

The girl doesn’t hold out a hand to help you get up. Instead, she saunters off to find a new opponent, one more worthy of a fight, you presumed. Rolling to your stomach, the tension in your thighs feel like it could snap. You shakily stand back up.

“She’s a tough one.”

Reiner towers over your shoulder with hands on his hips. You notice him watching the said girl with an unreadable expression. He claps a palm on your shoulder. It almost knocks you over.

“You okay?”

You nod. “..M’ fine.”

“Don’t be too harsh on yourself. I can see it happening already.”

He points with his chin towards Annie again.

“She wins against everyone. She’s just strong like that.”

Strong.

“Huh..”

You feel him give your back two heavy pats.

“You got this.”

He stomps away after that. Watching him leave, that same frown comes back.

“[Y/N], did you see what happened today? I was training with Connie, and we came up with this new fighting technique! I swear it’s like we can read each other’s minds or something.”

All you could hear was noise, loud, blatant noise. Sasha plopped your bread in her mouth. You didn’t even notice.

“Also, last night I had the strangest dream. I was back home in the forest, and I was hunting game with my father like the ol’ days, but then this huge bear came out of nowhere…and then…”

The Dauper girl’s story faded through your ears into the files of your brain. Dinner had gone cold by now, your silverware limp in your hold. The bowl of vegetable stew encaptured your gaze in a trance, and if you looked away you were sure to be cursed.

“Hey, you alright?”

Mina gently caressed your shoulder, breaking you free from hypnosis.

“Yeah, yeah..I’m fine.”

Your words dripped with uncertainty. Both tablemates frowned, but nonetheless carried on with their meal. Spooning up a bit of soup, you grimaced when you swallowed. Cold..

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╮

Seven knocks down to two or three in the passing weeks. The downturn of lips becomes more permanent than temporary. More bruises and wounds make home underneath your uniform. And somehow at the end of the day, the exhaustion feels more intense than the day before.

A cadet’s routine was never advertised as glamorous, but everywhere you looked, no one else appeared to be drowning. The break in the water was close, just an arm’s length away if you stretched hard enough. The waves swarmed your body with a strong turbulence, but you kept pushing and pushing, fingertips raised above to graze the surface.

And for a moment you can breathe, a deep inhale relieving your lungs from the strain of water…but it’s in that bliss when the water controls you again, pulling you deeper into an abyss.

Shadis imprinted the hairs on your neck to forever remain stiff, on edge and paranoid for more lecturing and criticism. In the midst of your drowning, did the man see the effort? Was this war amongst yourself just in your head, an illusion, or did he perceive the strength you were desperately wanting? Craving?

The mystery is frustrating.

….

The empty room draws a deep frown. The bunks usually covered in strewn blankets, harness straps and roommates gossiping were vacant and darkened with the night. Your eyebrows furrow, a puff of air flowing out your nose. The room felt wrong without the presence of comrades. Stepping out of the cabin, the door closes with a creak.

The wooden steps became the next best solace as you perched yourself at the top, arms wrapping around pulled up knees, chin resting on top. The mess hall served as a beacon of light compared to the isolated bubble you resided in. Through the warm toned windows you could see the cadets enjoying themselves with the same vegetable stew and loaf of bread that was prepared each night.

…Maybe this time alone was a blessing in disguise. Perhaps that’s what you needed. A break from all the noise.

Raising your hands to rest on your head, your eyelids drooped until they closed, weariness grabbing the reins. A distant cry of crickets join you in the dark, their chorus bellowing beyond the pitch black forest. Behind shut doors, the moon glistens her rays on your skin like a comforting embrace, welcoming you to raise your head and let her caress your face.

It’s tempting. Her touch is soft and gentle, approaching you carefully as if not to spook you.

“...[Y/N]..?”

It threatens the emotion in your chest. Her spotlight paints the reminder of your solidarity on the wooden steps. And yet she’s pushing you, cheering you on from her place in the sky. With that, she briefly leaves, the clouds swooping in to conceal her light.

Your face rolls over on your knees, cheek now smushed against sleeves.

“[Y/N]?”

…?

Has she come back?

Your eyes meet blue as you lift your head.

…The blonde stood uncomfortably a few feet away from the porch. His fingers pulled at his sleeves before his arms decided to cross behind his back. His eyes, so large and worried, blinked at you in rhythms; twice, once, twice, once.

You blinked back.

“...Hey, Armin.”

He glances to the beacon of light.

“Aren’t you heading to dinner..?”

Your hand falls to dangle by your shoe.

“..Not tonight. I’m not hungry.”

He pops his knuckles at his sides.

“You sure? Skipping meals isn’t good for you..”

“I’m sure.”

His frown deepens.

You’ve nestled back into your home already, staring upon the shadows filtering throughout the camp.

..His footsteps trudge over to the steps, and you face him when he sits beside you, body position matching yours. Armin lost his stare into the forest, fingers tapping sporadically from where they laid over his biceps. He doesn’t mind that you observe him.

You followed him into the trees and rested there, the wind and crickets harmonizing in a beautiful symphony.

Armin was a calm in the storm type of person. His best friend seemed to speak for three, never afraid to holler his frustrations, but on the other side of the spectrum lay this boy, the polite boy who loved to read. He’d apologize for existing, apologize for taking up space, before he ever sat down to introduce himself.

“You’re easy to watch.”

It took everything in you to not choke. Armin instantly panicked.

“I-In training, I mean..! When we’re doing drills? Combat drills?”

His words puddled out in a hurry, the skin of his cheeks blaring bright red.

"Pfft.."

“I just mean, you’re impressive! Or, inspiring? I uh, I’m not good at that stuff, so-,”

Your sudden boisterous laughter made him freeze. Armin couldn’t see your face anymore now that it was ducked over your thighs, shoulders trembling with cackles. Your arms caressed your aching stomach as if it could cease the attack, but it just kept advancing.

“Uh…”

Finally rising off your thighs, you swooped in deep breaths to calm your heartbeat, a couple giggles escaping here and there.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you laugh..”

You waved him off with a hand.

“No, no, don’t be. I liked it.”

His face was a never ending tomato. Now it looked like he was sweating a bit.

“But, what you were saying…you watch me?”

Armin smacked both palms to his face. “I was trying to compliment your skills, but I apologize that it came off as stalkerish.”

Another wave of laughs pass through your smile. “It didn’t, it just caught me really off guard.”

He reveals his blue eyes to you again. “That’s good, I guess..”

Your expression slightly dims when you turn away from him.

“Well, thank you.”

Armin’s lips part, but then close.

Wafting through the crevices, the moon rejoins you on the steps, this time encasing Armin in her light. By now, the mess hall was dismissed, sending cadets off to bed to end the day and rest for tomorrow.

“Guess dinner’s over..”

His comment reawakes your reality, that tomorrow brings new hardships and restless nights. It makes you wince.

“I’m gonna..head off to bed.”

He twists to you while you stand. He’s caught in perplexity, you can see it clearly, but his mouth doesn’t move.

“...Goodnight, Armin.”

Armin perks up.

“For sure..! See you tomorrow.”

He rises to his feet and moves down the steps in a swift motion, his blonde hair vanishing the further he walks away.

His departure has you glued to the entrance door, hand wrapped around the handle but still staring off the direction Armin went. Your brows worry themselves on your forehead, unsure to be confused, sad, or drowsy.

Hauling the door open, you decide the latter.

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justplainwhump · 2 years ago

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Morning

Bea/Blanca doesn't understand consent.

[Pet Safety Masterlist]

Content/warnings: BBU setting; BBU romantic; noncon/dubcon implicit; survivor initiating noncon/dubcon; dissociation; trauma response; guilt.

Adrian woke up in his bed, with a headache and the heat of another body close to him. Very close.

He pushed himself up in his bed, away from her, blinking his eyes rapidly until the room around him took shape in the dim light filtering through the curtains.

The pet - Bea - was curled up by his side, naked, except for the collar around her neck. She must've had stripped some time at night, after he'd carried her over, he figured. He himself, he - he looked down. Boxers, pyjama shorts, long sleeved sleeping shirt, all layers still on, all unmoved. He sighed in relief.

He hadn't done anything.

Bea grunted in her sleep, even that tiny, subconscious sound perfectly modulated, and her arm reached out to search for him, found his leg, and relaxed yet again.

Romantics weren't meant to sleep alone. There'd been experiments going on, permanently messing not only with their mind, but also with their perception of temperature. Make them crave another body, if only for their warmth.

Everything to make them dependent, cling onto their owner.

As this one, Bea, now was made to cling to him.

He looked at her, really now, for the first time. Long, soft brown locks, shimmering almost red in the spots where the morning sun fell onto it through his curtains. Underneath the fading bruises, her skin was pale, unnaturally so. It seemed wrong, he thought. She seemed like someone who would soak up the sun, lay on the grass in a park, someone to braid flowers into her hair and look at the sky to find intricate figures in the clouds.

Maybe he'd take her for a picnic, later today.

Her arm wrapped around his leg and she pulled up closer to him. Her breast brushed over his thigh and he felt himself react to the sensation.

Carefully, breath held, he angled his hips away from her.

Picnic, he reminded himself, trying to control his breath. Park. Flowers.

There were scars on her back, as well. A few older ones, pale against her skin. Slim parallel lines, like she'd been hit with a cane until it drew blood. The unmistakable circular shape of a cigarette burn on her collar bone.

Most of her scars, however, were recent. A few months old, at most. Bite marks, deep enough to stay. Abrasions. Cuts. A set of newer cigarette burns, still an angry red. Whip marks. Burns on her arms. The gas stove, he remembered with a shudder. She'd been through so much. Adrian hoped he could do her better.

She stirred, and her eyes fluttered open. "Good morning, Sir," she whispered, lifted her head and before he could even meet her gaze, before she herself was fully awake, one hand pulled down his pants and boxers and her face dipped down between his legs.

It was too much at the same time, her hair on his suddenly bare hips, her breasts on his thighs, and her lips, her soft, warm lips closing around his -

He blanked out.

He was sticky. Everything was. The bed, his body, his mind. Sticky, disgusting and gross.

He could feel physical relief, the echoes of an orgasm, and in return it made his whole body cringe in revulsion.

He choked.

"I'm sorry," Bea whispered, from the side, her voice hoarse, and it sickened him to know the reason. "I'm sorry, forgive me, I..."

Adrian didn't open his eyes. He didn't want to see her, to see what he'd done. He didn't want it to be real, even though every muscle of his body knew.

"Don't," he croaked. "It's... it's not your fault."

"I broke your rules. I... I thought I was good, but I was bad, I... it's what I do, it's what I'm made for, please don't send me back, I'll... I'll learn to be what you want me to be, please." She was sobbing. "Forgive me. It... it hurts my head."

"I forgive you," Adrian whispered. "I... I didn't even say no, did I?"

"You..." Bea paused. "You said nothing. But you... your body said yes."

He let out a broken chuckle. "Bodies can be fucking stupid, can't they?"

"I don't think so," she said. "Bodies are tools of the mind. They can be broken, but not stupid. It's the mind that can be stupid." She hesitated. "But minds can be broken, too. Sometimes it's hard to see the difference."

Adrian turned his head to the side and opened his eyes to look at her.

She sat on the floor, next to the bed, curled up with her arms wrapped around her. Not a WRU position at all, he noted. He didn't know if that was good. He didn't know anything.

Bea's head rested on her arms, tilted to the side so she could peek at him with one eye, careful and frightened at the same time.

"Do you hate me, Adrian?" she asked.

Weakly, Adrian shook his head. "I... I hate what happened. What we... what we did," he said quietly, swallowing against the bitter taste in his mouth. "I hate what made you do it, and I hate that I didn't stop it."

"Because you hate sex?"

Adrian laughed a little. "No, I... I like sex, actually. And I like you, too. But, uh. I like consent."

"I consent," she said promptly. "I signed up for it."

"First of all," Adrian said. "There's two parties involved. Right now, I didn't consent. I..." He broke off. He wouldn't go down that road, not his, not with her.

He cleared his throat, and started again. "I like my own consent, too. And second, did you, really?"

She frowned.

"Did you really want it?"

"I don't understand," she whispered. "I always want it."

"You just said that you wanted to stick to our rules. No fucking."

"Yes." She bit her lip. "But I... You were there and you're my owner, and that's what they-"

"They? 'They' is not you, Bea." Adrian held her gaze. "You were half asleep. You did what someone else told you to. Not me, not yourself. Someone else. That isn't consent. That's the opposite, that's-"

She shook her head, and for a moment Adrian saw a tear glisten in the corner of her eye. "It hurts," she whispered. "It hurts my head to think, I'm sorry."

Adrian pushed himself up to sit on the corner of the bed. "It's alright," he said. "It's..."

He looked down on himself, and cleared his throat. "I really think both of us could use a shower."

She tilted her head carefully. "Both of us... by ourselves?"

Jaw clenched, he nodded.

Adrian showered for more than twenty minutes, scrubbing every part of his body.

It didn't wash away the guilt.

It didn't wash away the shame and horror, nor his utter and sickening disgust at himself.

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freddiewritting · 2 months ago

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Freddie Write Story Lining :D

Eden Lore :D

The Creation of Eden – Book I:

Chapter I: The Beginning

-Eden did not exist -The Overseer decided to make a new world – a world with life - He took from the dust and gas from around The Mother – The eternal fireball -He molded the dust and gas his hands to make a rounded sphere which he planted her to rotate around the Mother, letting her catch the boulders and ice crystals from the outer world before it melt on it, making some part cooled faster and shattered the surface apart and sank deeper creating the abyss. -The Overseer named her “Eden” -Eden bled from the cracks of her body as they shifted and sank deeper into her. The Overseer hugged her close while she overcame the pain, his warmth made some of the water turned into the mist marking the unknown of the Abyss.

Chapter II: Life

-Eden’s drops of blood and the gifted light of the mother created life under the abyss -Some of the living beings went to close to the bottom and morphed into monsters. -Yet none had inhabited the land. -The Overseer created a servant from the fire of Eden’s core and the life from the abyss. -He named this servant “Abyss Master” -The Abyss Master brings the rays of the mother to shrine on the Abyss -Water turned into more clouds -The Abyss Master then guided the clouds to Eden’s peak before he commanded the clouds to sour into water again.

-The water streamed down Eden, grinding away her rocky texture to soften her before he drew the path for the rivers and stream to return to the Abyss again. -The Abyss Master brought the leaves from the sea up to land and hung them up in the shore, leaving them to dry. -Most of the leaves dried out, stubbornly refusing to accept their new fate but one adapted. Slowly it sailed the air and thrive, painting the land green and they grew sturdier bodies of wood. -The greenness brought the interest from the life in the Abyss up to land. -While many stayed below, some of those curious went above their blue sanctuary in search for new life. -To guard lives and death of the new species on land, the Abyss Master created countless Red Guardians from stones and coated them in red mud and gives them the pointy horns from the stalactites – their source of power Chapter II: Evolution -While many failed to adapt and die out or returned to the blue Abyss, some perfected themselves and thrived on land. -Some grew to life high on the trees, some dedicated themselves to dwell the ground, some scaled the peaks and some soured the skies. -Through millenniums many chose different paths. Some bolstered their strength, some sprinted for speed and some thought for intelligent. -Many succeed and many failed but one chose the unthinkable path. -They followed the path of intelligence with their core values. -The others looked at these being as inferior, their strength was no equal to even tree climbers, their speed was no march for the ground dwellers and they couldn’t fly to safety or to dive into the unknown of the blue. -They called themselves Edenians, they are different from all others.

Chapter III: Civilization

-The Edenians fell victim to countless predators, but they shared the trees with the climbers before they joined to ground dwellers. -They took the caves for themselves and fed on the carcasses of what was left of other’s meal or they scale the trees for fruits. -With weak stomach and being unclean, they fell victim to sickness and poisons.

-But there were things the animal kingdom respected the Edenians for – their resilience, indomitable nature to survive and their wit. -As they harnessed the fire of stone and fire, it became clear that these puny Edenians were advancing beyond what the others can think of, soon they shall take of over nature itself.

-From dwelling caves, they set up structures and so called home for themselves. -Some set up houses and settlements while some remained in the darkness of the caves. -But the settlements’ light attracted the monster in the darkness. As the result, many are left in shamble over night. -But with stronger materials, the settlers eventually have the last laugh as the cave tribes are forced to wander the land as nomad.

Chapter IV: Superiority

-The Edenians have proved themselves to be a force of nature itself as they ruled over the docile animals and stroke fear into the predators.

-Slowly, different animals submitted to them as the witty wolfs and the smaller felines and birds all to seek better future under the protection of their new found leader. -The settlers near the rivers crafted their pottery pieces that would further sanitize their lives. -Many dedicated their lives to study the unknown and hailed the Overseer as the Supreme Being that brought life to them. -The Overseer appreciated their dedication and gifted them the power of light.

-The power that will bring hope in the darkest moments. -But some dedicated themselves to the dark art of the Abyss. -But Edenians were not pure as expected. They ended up mixed both arts into magic. -But many prayers aren’t answered, giving birth to ungifted people who relied on craftsmanship to survive. -But this level of Craftsmanship was inferior to magic and they became the victim of labor by the High Priests.

Chapter V: Gift from the above

-The Overseer and the Abyss Master seeing the Gifted abusing their power on the weak and helpless and they feel bad. -He decided to bless the poor craftsmen something when they are smelting the pottery. -When a young craftsman is smelting a vase, a glowing liquid leaked out of the mud and accumulated under the vase, catching the young craftsman attention, but he secretly decided to pour it into a smaller bowl and hide it away before submitting the vase. -He later showed a master craftsman who said “They heard our cries.” -They continued to get clay from the same spot with excuse that this is high quality spot until they accumulated enough until the master craftsman forged an axe in secret, using his skill with wood and stone to make the first ever copper axe. -They tested this on their logs and charcoals which split the logs in half with less effort than their usual stone axes and hammer. -But this does not went unnoticed by the mages and soon, they forced the Craftsmen to extract this precious resource with back breaking labor.

Chapter VI: Revolution

-Unable to withstand such thing further, the Craftsmen fought back taking advantage of the still lacking behind magic. -Much to the displeasure of the Overseer, it was a blood bath. -He decided to enforce a new system and concept: Equality -Finally, it was peace once again for the two classes of society. -The Abyss Master on the other hand, cherished the bloodshed as blood and soul fueled his power and he created a new being from the blood and bones of the fallen.

Chapter VII: The Creation

-The Abyss Master morphed the flesh and soul into a magnificent being -He named her The Blood Goddess -She was created for war, chaos and bloodshed but she had a desire to made life -She created Vampires from the dead bodies of the mages and caught the attention of the Overseer. -The Overseer enlightened her with the Mother’s light in exchange for her to create the Valkyries of Light -With the power of the light, she created more lives with different combination of light and darkness rather than pure darkness of the Abyss like the Red Guardians of the Abyss Master. -She guided the fallen souls into the bodies of elves, orcs, godlins, fairies and the Valkyries of Light as the Overseer requested based on their deeds and how they lived their past life. -With more races and their unique nature, to keep another war from happening, the Overseer and the Abyss Master agreed upon that the elves, and the Valkyries should stay in the old world and the Orcs, godlins should stay in the new corrupted land ruled by the Red Guardians under the Abyss Master.

Chapter VIII: Age of Prosperity

-Copper staffs and tool soon dominated wood and stone artifacts. -The mages and sages preferred copper staffs for their more powerful abilities -The Craftsmen preferred copper over stone for it durability and strength. -With this new metal civilization prospered and darkness and those who failed to advance were pushed back further into oblivion and ceased to exist. -Edenians had entered the age of metal working -With the knowledge of metal and the connection between metal and magic, society became more equalized as the mages relied on the craftsmen for their works and the craftsmen relied on the mages for blessing of the light and curses of the dark. -Soon followed the discovery of different metals and alloys and came the Iron Age -Now, with the new creatures more interested in Edenians such as the Elves and the Valkyries they blended in slowly with human society bringing new culture, advancement and peculiar artifacts painting a more colorful society. -The old land eventually united under the flag of the Great Golden Empire.

Chapter IX: Millenniums of Peace

-The Edenians thrived in the Great Golden Empire. -Travelers and Adventurers want to the extreme ends of the Eden but still there are treacherous waves to tame and forsaken land to conquer. -Everything was perfect and peaceful, the population and the relationship between the Golden and the Crimson was still a bit on edge about their past but both were willing to reconcile. -New lands were found, many Edenians settled in these so called new lands. -The population settled on the different sides of the old world. -The Golden settled on the sacred lands of the West while the Crimson settled on the resource rich side of the East. Chapter IX: Race to the Farlands -Soon grandships were built to tame the Expanse of New Hope from the Golden West and from the Crimson East to rule the Ocean of Grief.

- The ships’ fates were sealed the moment it sailed out of port.

-No matter the how holy the blessings of the Patriarchs of the Golden order were, they were to be casted down by the waves -No matter the how resilient the steel of the Crimson Forge were, they were to be doomed by the Abyssdrakes -In the end, the Pope and the Master Craftsman sat in terrifying silence. -There was something so heretic and horrific that they were not meant to comprehend. -In the end, it was concluded that the All-Seers was not pleased with them trying to find out. -These disaster did not go away without rumors from the survivors but they were just myths and legends and soon faded away with time.

Chapter X: Uninvited Guest

-Feeling a disturbance from the surface, the Abyss Master decided to pay them a visit to his referred Crimson East. -He came in the form of a young craftsman, having no trouble traveling through forges and workshops.

-He went to the Crimson Herz forge in the middle of the land -He infiltrated the forge, working around while witnessing a High Mage pressing on the Forge Master, pressure him on making a new steel staff for him for little gold and threats. -The Abyss Master pitied the Forge Master but waited until the mage comes out for a smoke. -The Forge Master eventually asked him to forge the steel rod. -The Abyss Master accepted before pretending to overpressure the forge and clog the forge. -The forge exploded sending the steel bolt straight to penetrate the shield of the High mage before blasting through and impale the mage straight to the wall, demonstrating the power of air pressure and steam. -The Forge Master was frightened before he realized the power of pressured air. -The Abyss Master returned to his real form -A titan with fists of Forge fire, horns of indestructible obsidian, he stood in fire as lava and obsidian clings to his body like armor. His wings spread wide like wings of the Infernal Drakes. His eyes burned with the flame of purgatory itself. On his head adorned a crow made of bones of the Abyss and gold, obsidian and ruby forge by the flame of Eden’s heart. -He disappeared in a giant flash of the dark Abyss flame.

Chapter XI: Delusional Heresy

-The news traveled fast -The Golden Mages Order were shocked and terrified of such unseen force capable of killing High mages -They declared such art heresy -They planned a crusade to cleanse Eden of this evil. -The Craftsmen were obviously infuriated with such declaration of their new found power. -They immediately pushed research and invented the first ever air powered contraption called “Salvation”. -The Craftsmen prepared defense while the Order prepared their crusade.

Chapter XII: Beyond Mortal Realm

-The Overseer was not amused argue with the Abyss Master -The Abyss Master just endure all the shouting, cursing. -But the Blood Goddess tried to resolve this. -The Overseer trying to get the Blood Goddess out of this argument -But she stubbornly refused to before pointing out a shift in power -The elves and Valkyries came to the West side and the craftsmen returned to the East the vampires tried to go to the East but got contained. -The Beast of War was roaring. -They were arming for war, in their own ways. The blood Goddess was clearly annoyed because they were going to rip her creations apart and she wasn’t pleased with that but she did want to see how this play out.

Chapter XIII: Shattered Peace

-The Overseer, the Abyss Master and the Blood Goddess scramble to try and fix this. -The Overseer raised the stones from the lava of Eden to create an impregnable mountain range. -The Abyss casted down the plague -The Blood Goddess intended to bring her children away but failed and decided to let them fight, the vampires was supposed to assist the East but can’t and mostly enlisted as cannon fodder. -The beast of war breaks out of the sealed mount guarded by the stone guardians and valkyries before tearing through the mountains to create an opening for the already on edge East and West, manipulating the people to war. -The Old world plunged into chaos and war as the beast feast on the terror and fear, hatred and despair. -The struggle began.

Chapter XIV: 500 years Dark Age

-The West used the golden magic, infantry footmen and knights’ cavalry. -The East used technology, air guns, lances and great sword infantry and hussars. -Blood and horror feed the Beast. -New tactics and more destruction, explosives. Power draining on both sides, the sacred land of the West lost its holiness, the East resources draining. -The Abyss Master having trouble managing death. -But the Blood Goddess came down in form of a magnificent lady with 2 colors. Her first half was soft white with golden hue with blue eye and black hair. Her other half was stiff and hard black with red hue with red eyes and white hair. -She guided these people to fight their common enemy – the Beast -With the presence of the deity, the two sides united for the final fight -But the East refused to, ended up with a coup taking over control. A female Aristocrat granted herself empress to hold the full power to prepare for the final fight.

Chapter XV: The Dying War

-The very remaining Edenians using their very last magic and strength to push back the darkness, with each region taken back, lost counted by thousands. -When there is only handful of fighters left, they were to fight a titanic beast that touches beyond the clouds. -The very last Edenians fought nail and teeth but it was not enough before it took the valkyries and guardians to assist them but it still wasn’t enough. -Eventually the Blood Goddess sacrificed to cast away the beast. -She brought down the Blade of Pure Blood -She faded after victory when impaled by the last essence of the beast before it died.

Chapter XVI: Aftermath

-The old world was wrecked -The remaining Edenians left the Goddess lay on the highest mount. -Somehow, her body didn’t decay, just like she was sleeping -The Edenians bowed down and Eden was complete still. -The First day after the Blood Goddess fell, it rained hard. -The rain was blood red. It rained for a whole day soaked the Edenians in red. -Sol, the Mother covered by the blood rain. -The night moon, Selene was blood red as if she bled herself. -Selene continued to cast a red hue at night -The second day, the sun beat down mercilessly on Eden. -The yellow glare casted down on Eden, the heat was unbearable yet the Edenians stayed in their bowing stance, unmoved. -On the third day, it was snowing hard. -But the Edenians bowed with their blades to brace it. -Eventually, the Overseer appeared as a gigantic old man in white with golden linings. -Followed by the Abyss Master, appeared as gigantic man in red and black. -They raised their staffs of Creation and Apocalypse. -The Goddess moved as her wound sealed itself. -She awakened from her slumber before turning to address the others two. -They took her back to heaven and let her take control of Eden. -From that day onwards, the divine never interact with the earth.

Chapter XVII: Slumber and Rejuvenation

-The All-seers decided to drift into a long slumber leaving the handful of Edenians rebuild and let Eden heal herself. -Soon, the earth was green and everyone was at peace again. -The All-seers woke up and saw it was good.

Chapter XVIII: Apocalypse

-One day, beyond our knowledge, there will be the end to the loop.

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joz-yyh · 7 months ago

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Love Host - Ch. 7

SUMMARY: The fugitive reporter is reunited with his jeep, but things are never that easy, not for Miles Upshur. No beta. Read at your own risk.

RATING: M (blood / gore / death / violence / swearing)

PAIRING: Walmiles (WalriderxMiles)

WORD COUNT: 3,113

READ ON AO3: Here

A/N: Hey ya'll, it's been awhile. I've had this in my WIP folder for over a year, but thanks to the kind words of tumbler users @is-gw and @drwernicke, I found the motivation to finish it. Dedicating this chapter to you both! Hope it was worth the wait.

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The white-knuckled grip Miles wrings upon the steering wheel somehow squeezes tighter, making the leather squeak, skin pinching under the strain.

He can't help it, becoming more manic, pressing further and further into the dashboard like some crazed getaway driver, laying hard onto the gas, the speedometer pushing past 80 mph.

He glances to his right, the state map he picked up from an old fashioned gas station about 10 miles back is spread out onto the passenger's seat, hastily drawn symbols and magic marker lines indicating the specific coordinates Waylon had given him.

This was it, the final stretch. A few more strips of asphalt and he'd reach his destination whether he was ready for it or not.

Up ahead, Miles finds remnants of an old car accident, winding tread marks of burnt rubber spiraling out across the road, stray pieces of metal swept into the shoulder of a bent guard rail.

He pulls off to the side next to it, the rumble of the speed strip jostling his tire shocks, his brakes screeching to a halt because he's thinking about a million other things right now, but not about how to park outside the white line.

Thankfully, no one's around to see the embarrassing stint, the secluded mountain side looking safe and serene to the unsuspecting tourist, but an investigative journalist knew better. This was the perfect place to stage an ambush.

Miles takes a few stabilizing breaths, preparing himself before he exits the car. He stands, lingering by the driver's side door, huddling around it in case he has to jump back inside, waiting for any obvious threats to make their move.

Nothing happens, just clear skies and empty roadside.

Nerves still tingling with goosebumps, the anxious reporter leaves the safety net of Trager's four-door sedan, jogging over to the trail of wreckage, old tire impressions tumbling down into the ravine below.

He can see it, there in the woods, bright red coloring hidden behind shaved pine trees, a distinct trail leading from matted reeds into dense underbrush.

As much as Miles wants to sprint down, the human host forces himself to be cautious because the last thing he needs is to do something stupid like trip and break an ankle.

Steadily, he descends the slope, retracing the wheel’s path through the overgrown grass, ducking past branches until he's under the cover of trees, the sun blotted out, everything going a shade darker and a degree cooler.

His beloved jeep remains his beacon in the shadows, running towards it’s familiar guise, climbing over fallen tree trunks and the brown crunch of decaying leaves.

He's almost frantic in his pursuit, as if the flashy hunk of metal will disappear the moment he touches it, a cruel mirage of his mind, but his jeep is real, it's here and he can feel it.

His needs a minute to settle, to accept the reality, his body no longer fixated with surprise attacks, relaxing as he runs his hand along the jeep's frame, taking note of all the various scratches and dents that he can't remember being there before.

So much had changed in just a few short days and neither of them, man or machine were quite the same as they once were.

“Hey, remember me,” Miles says to the oversized keepsake, getting a little choked up by the reunion, “I can’t believe you're still in one piece.”

His bandaged fingers slide over the sporty door frame, following the seam of interlocking parts down to the door handle, tugging it open.

The seat’s been moved, a noticeably tighter fit as he wedges his legs inside, adjusting the position so it's more comfortable to his height.

His flashy press pass is right where he left it, dangling faithfully from his rear-view mirror, burnished by a ray of light.

The reporter smiles, bittersweet, turning over the flimsy plastic in his hand, his grip on the ID growing heavy.

The emotional brunette folds himself over the steering wheel in awkward hug, a horrific memory coming back to haunt him in true PTSD fashion.

Miles wouldn't be here now if it wasn't for O'Neil – just another civilian reporter assigned to the same mission he was, caught in the crossfire, blown away by the indiscriminate bombs of war.

It could have just as easily been Miles who died that day, years ago, during his tour in Afghanistan, but it wasn't and now he's stuck reliving the event, watching the rookie from behind the viewfinder of his camera, there and then suddenly not, taken by an explosive wave of dirt and smoke, no body to be found, nothing left of him except for his rundown jeep.

He'd seen so many lost souls, innocent lives sacrificed to feed the campaign of big oil and wealthy politicians, but this young man's violent end hit differently than the rest, a razor blade of barbed wire coiled deeply around his heart.

He hopes O'Neil is proud of the work he's done, that he's watching from somewhere, that he knows how close Miles is to crucifying the vile corporation that started it all.

There's a tug at the back of his mind, a treacherous dark sea, not quite his subconscious (he's learned to tell the difference), but the Walrider – it vies for his attention, warning him of a threat.

“What is it," Miles asks dazedly, looking up from his latticework of crossed arms, wiping at the melancholy sting in his eyes.

His symbiotic partner supplies him with snapshots, images of black combat boots and riot gear flickering across his eyes, a tactical team forming a perimeter around the woods.

The hairs in the back of his neck are standing on end, his nerves firing like pistons, his stomach dropping.

"Oh God," Miles whispers, nanites skirting his vision, "they’re here, aren’t they?"

The reporter is losing it, becoming a panicked, irrational mess.

“I knew they would be. I knew, and I still couldn’t stay away. What … what does that mean,” the host rambles, feeling his emotions break down into all the stages of grief.

“I am sorry for bringing you out here," Miles tells the machine, convinced that this was their last stand, that he had to make some poor amends for all his mistakes, "I am sorry for everything.”

The Walrider manifests itself, bony phalanges gripping its host's tear-stained cheeks, forcing the man to behold the eerie gleam of its eyes.

Captivated, Miles stares back, searching the abyss, the Walrider trying it's damnedest to convey an emotion that it’s not equipped to express.

“How many,” the host asks, his tone a terrified reservation.

The nanties bristle, swirling in urgent, jagged loops.

“Oh God," Miles breathes, the dread building, his voice doused with buckets of ice water, "too many."

With a painful sigh, he holds the machine in a similar embrace, stroking along the creature’s cheek, joining their heads together. It helps him think, clears away the hysteria.

“What should we do,” he asks after a beat, feeling so fucking pathetic for relying on his demonic counterpart for guidance, that he still not grown enough to handle this shit on his own.

Forget the self-depreciation. Focus. They need a plan, some means of escape.

Utilizing his jeep was a possible strategy, but that's assuming the engine still runs and he manages to Dukes-of-Hazzard his way out the woods and up the ravine.

A word flashes before the human's mind, the Walrider offering an idea.

'REVENGE.'

Miles understands the concept all too well, holding an intimate connection to the first act of vigilante justice they committed together, his partner offering him the same satisfaction again.

Miles doesn't need any more convincing. His blue eyes harden, borderline arrogant.

“Alright," the rebel declares, seeking the entity's affirmation, "you ready for this?"

The Walrider trills in his head, the nanites bursting from his veins with heady anticipation, muscles bulking with superhuman strength.

It's a good enough answer for Miles, his lips pulled back into a toothy grin.

“Lets show ‘em who they’re fucking with," Miles roars, eyes drowning in a sea of onyx, irises flaring into molten rings of gold.

Surprisingly, he doesn’t black out like he has in the past.

Maybe, it's because they've had more time to assimilate to their new way of life or maybe it's because Miles is more stable than he was before (unlikely as it is), but whatever the reason, the Walrider gives him complete control of their subplanted body.

Miles only has two eyes, but somehow his sight compounds into a crystal ball of surveillance monitors: helmets, rifles, tactile gear closing in around him, subtle clacks of movement showing a group of mercenaries laying in wait ahead.

If this was how the Walrider saw the world, why did it have to be so head-spinningly complicated?

Walmiles raises his hand, the nanites assembling along it, forming a giant stygian blade. With one effortless swipe, he slices through the armed forces, severed torsos thudding like timber, trees raining down upon the clearing, shaking the earth beneath his feet, crushing the dismembered bodies they once resided by.

Miles only has a moment to reflect on his homage to b-movie slasher flicks before he feels another psychic tug, their shared consciousness directing him towards another raid of enemy gunmen.

The freelance demigod in a jacket goes down the line, annihilates the hired hands one by one, bursting their insides like bloody fucking party balloons.

Another team approaches from his left, 9 o'clock.

He sends a swarm of nanites hurtling in their direction, burrowing into the mercenaries flesh like bullets, their death thralls echoing up into the placid blue sky, scaring away the birds.

He can feel the soldier's minds, read their blood: terror, confusion, helplessness and Miles pushes it all down, takes control of one of the surviving merc's trigger fingers and aims the rifle at what remains of his comrades in arms. Once the deed’s been done, the man-made killing machine pops his puppet's skull wide open, a signet bouquet of gorey brain matter, the lone merc's headless, lifeless body crumpling atop a growing pile of corpses.

It's quiet. It almost feels like it's over, but it's just the calm before the storm.

A ricochet bullet whizzes past the jeep's hood, shattering one of the headlights.

The sound distracts the murderous brunette, having narrowly dodged a bullet one or twice before, more war flashbacks coming to flood his psyche with devastating consequences.

A second shot rings out, the bullet hitting it's mark, Miles pierced through the chest by the precise aim of a sniper.

Suddenly, his confidence plummets, their synchronization interrupted because Miles is caught in an erroneous loop of relieving his own death, terrified that he'd failed his mission not once, but twice.

“Am I … are we …?”

‘Dead’ is what he wants to ask, but all he can do is look down at his hands, watch as they tremble, his vision fading at the edges, going blurry.

The Walrider takes over, becoming the dominant personality, sailing through the air in a swarm of nanite clouds, tracking the bullet's trajectory back to it's source.

The soldier attempts to shoot the dark angel down, but it becomes exceedingly apparent that he can’t, abandoning his post to run.

The Walrider catches its prey, squeezes the life out of the foolish villain that dared to injure it's precious host, crushing the vile human's neck under its claws.

Another shot, gouging Walmiles through the shoulder, from behind. Just how many snipers did Murkoff pull in for this job?

The Walrider gladly applies the same tactics to silence this menace as well, nanites beating like giant wings.

Miles recovers, insists on wrestling back control, “Stop, we need him alive.”

The Walrider remains skeptical of it's host's judgment, holding the second sniper by the collar, bringing him towards an intimidating stare of cracked, oozing flesh.

“I want you to do something for me," says the warbled voice, the Walrider and Miles speaking together as one singular being, "Tell the ones who hired you, I am coming for them. Tell them, I am going to burn their lives to the ground, that there will be nothing left after I am done because they'll all be dead.”

Miles pauses in his speech, staring into the young marksman's eyes, assessing how human they are, “You got all that?”

The soldier is too scared to speak, merely nodding his compliance.

"Good. Off you go, then,” Miles instructs, letting the man drop, shoving him towards his objective, “And be sure to leave the gun.”

The sniper stumbles, regaining his balance, still coming to terms with what the fuck just happened, running off to deliver his message.

SHHHWWOOOOOOMMM!!!

The booming speed of a jet sails overhead, poised for an airstrike.

"You gotta to be fucking kidding me with this shit,” the host snarls, annoyed that Murkoff would send in goddman fighter jet of all things just to take him out.

Mitigating damage indeed.

Miles runs, jumps as far away as he can, an explosive missile detonating a few hundred feet away, setting the woods ablaze, a shield of nanobots protecting him from the conflagration.

He lies flat onto his stomach, hands laced behind his head, waits for the danger to pass before he makes another move.

“Christ, almighty, please tell me my jeep is OK,” Miles pleads into the surrounding hollow of dirt.

He's never been the religious type, but it doesn't stop him from praying that his beloved bucket of bolts is still intact, spared from the destruction.

He sorts through the disaster of dancing flames to find it, a whorl of nanobots snuffing out a path and thank God it's still standing, left unharmed (for the most part).

He pats the vehicle free of the surrounding orange embers, laments over the burn marks bubbling the paint, but that was purely cosmetic amenity in the grand scheme of things.

“Holy shit,” Miles pants in relief, leaning against the hood, allowing himself a well deserved reprieve.

He's hobbling as he maneuvers, feeling just a bit achy and sore from his new set of matching gunshot wounds, stifled by the heat of the forest fire still rampaging on around them, sweat mixing with the blood and ash on his face.

“Now what,” he asks out into the open air, having no clue where to go from here.

The Walrider’s conscience swipes across his mind again, another suggestion that could just as easily be mistaken for his own thought process.

The machine searches his memory bank, shows him a grainy reel of a strong man lifting a barbell.

“Can you really lift something like this?”

Another old movie clip of a floating car, minus the futuristic wings.

“Have we done this before?"

If they have, he has no recollection of it, the Walrider demonstrating its strength, nanites wrapping around the automobile, transporting it back up onto the road.

As he watches the superhuman display, tires gently resting back upon the black turf of the highway, Miles almost doesn't have words, (the keyword there being almost).

"Oh, well, that was easy.”

The machine can't appreciate his excellent comedic timing, but that's OK, he can laugh at his own joke.

“Lemme just go grab my stuff," Miles tells his chivalrous paralysis demon, clambering up the hill the old fashioned way despite having the ability to “fly” above it instead.

He retrieves his duffel bags, Miles transferring them to his jeep, starting up the ignition, but of course it has one last fatal flaw: it's out of gas.

“At least it's out of the ditch,” the journalist sighs, slumping back into the driver’s seat, needing a vacation after suffering through this exhausting debacle.

It's fine. He's sure Trager's car has a dodgy siphoning hose hiding somewhere in the trunk he can use.

—---

“So, what are you thinking,” Paul Marion asks, plucking at his gums with a toothpick, having just finished his lunch, "Did we get him?”

"Hard to say,” Glick muses, leaning down to drag her fingers through the soot, grinding it between her thumb and forefinger. “Upshur certainly did some damage. It's interfering with our readings.”

“I imagine he would,” the blonde haired agent replies, watching gray smoke filter up from the charred ground, “judging by the state he left the asylum in.”

He's just glad they don't have to go rifling through the crime scene (there were other people for that), the fire now extinguished thanks to an airdrop of sand, but that meant a stark film of contamination hung over their investigation.

His female counterpart is silent, framing a scenario in her mind based on the reports. The body count, time table, and radiation readings told her it was possible Miles was dead, but her job was never that easy.

“We using the usual cover story, then,” Marion asks, leaving the toothpick to hang between his lips, shoving hands inside his pockets, taking in the great outdoors, “stupid drunk teenagers lit a campfire in the woods. Let it get out of control?”

Pauline doesn't offer an answer, an underling assisting with the clean up approaching them in light of some recent development.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” the grunt agent cuts in, “a witness has come forward.”

“A witness,” she parrots with snarky red lips, her fine brows curved into speculative intrigue.

“Golly, you mean to tell me someone actually survived this mess,” Paul whistles, chuckling to himself, stepping up to his sleek-suited partner.

“One of the ground team says he has a message from Miles Upshur,” the grunt confirms.

“Oh, this keeps getting better and better,” Marion grins, radiating sarcastic anticipation, wondering what kind of juicy gossip they were about to hear.

“You'd better let me handle this,” the she-devil with a gun insists, leaving her partner in the dust.

“Not enough clearance, huh?”

“Hmm, something like that.”

“Any word on Park,” her yellow stouted partner asks, hoping to entertain himself with this nugget of info while she's gone.

“No, still in the wind,” Pauline sighs, “He’s covered up his tracks pretty well so far, but he’ll mess up. They always do.”

"Ma'am," the lowly grunt accosts, reminding Ms Glick of the lone survivor waiting to be interrogated.

"What are you gonna do with him,” Marion persists, fishing for more intel.

"Take him back to HQ for questioning,” she hisses, frustrated with Marion's pestering, “He might remember something that will give us a clue. Upshur and Park were accomplices before. Maybe one can lead us to the other.”

“Love the way you think, miss piggy,” he taunts, watching her stalk away, fists clenched.

“Don't make me shoot you in the mouth too,” Pauline scoffs.

#outlast #the walrider #walrider #miles upshur #walmiles #my writing #the pauls #outlast fanfiction #love host #outlast whistleblower #paul marion #pauline glick #blood and gore #violence

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nesiacha · 6 months ago

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Fernand and Helene Iveton a couple in the Algerian revolution the beginning of the End (part III)

In the previous post, we discovered the impact of Henri Maillot's death on Fernand Iveton. Together with a group including Félix Colozzi, Mohamed Hachelaf, Abdelkader and Jacqueline Guerroudj, Georges Accampora, and Mohamed Bennaceur, also known as Tewfik, Yahia Briki, they formed the Commando of Greater Algiers. They were supported by chemists like Daniel Timsit and Taleb Abderrahmane, a maquisard who came down from the maquis to assist the FLN in Algiers. Their operations included sabotaging wagons at the port and setting fire to international cork factories. One day, Fernand Iveton was assigned the mission to eliminate Gerard Etienne, a member of the colonialist organization Main Rouge, an ancestor of the notorious OAS. Fernand agreed, but the operation failed, and Mohamed Hachelaf took over the task.

To better understand the following events, it is important to contextualize Algiers in 1956. Executions of FLN militants by guillotine were in full swing, starting with the Algerian revolutionaries Ahmed Zabana and Abdelkader Ferradj, with many others following. These were mock trials under a military tribunal, where even the condemned were denied execution by firing squad—a practice viewed as an insult, which even the staunchly pro-colonial executioner of Algiers admitted should logically have been a firing squad given the military tribunal setting. However, many FLN militants, as well as innocent Algerians unrelated to the FLN, were executed by guillotine. This colonial "justice" was a farce, the extent of which would soon become apparent.

The bombing on Rue de Thèbes in August 1956 was a turning point. Two ORAF members, with police complicity, planted a bomb just before the Algerians' curfew to maximize casualties. The bomb exploded at 11:50 PM, killing over 80 people and seriously injuring 14. Many families in the Casbah were left homeless and without assistance. Everyone knew the culprits, but the incident was met with general indifference. Only a few lines were written about the tragedy, and the investigation falsely blamed Algerians for the attack. However, the act was claimed by a leaflet signed by the "Committee of Forty," which declared that for every European killed, a block of the Casbah would explode. Among the perpetrators was sub-prefect Achiary, known for his role in the May 8, 1945 massacre of Algerians.

The Algerians in Algiers were outraged and sought revenge. The FLN calmed them, promising similar retaliatory actions. This latest attack on Algerian civilians erased the last scruples most Algerian nationalists had about bombing locations frequented by European civilians. Violence escalated to a new level, with the FLN planting multiple bombs, including in cafes. This marked the beginning of what is known as the Battle of Algiers, although some historians like Gilbert Meynier prefer the term "Repression of Algiers" for this episode. The explanations for this part of history are vast and would require multiple posts.

Most PCA members integrated into the FLN disagreed with this approach. They supported targeting ultra-colonialists who already killed and generals involved in crimes but opposed killing innocent European civilians. Fernand Iveton naturally shared this view. He confided this in his wife Hélène, without giving her operation details for her safety and that of the network. He condemned the indiscriminate violence against European civilians, including children,impoverished civils , and believed it would lead to a dead end.

Nevertheless, Fernand was committed to the revolution. He decided to sabotage the gas plant where he worked using a bomb, ensuring no one would be injured. Taleb Abderrahmane made two bombs, Jacqueline Guerroudj transported them, and gave one to Fernand, who set it to go off late in the evening to avoid casualties. After this action, he planned to join the maquis ( The rule of the FLN was that to become a maquisard, one had to be wanted). However, the plant foreman, Oriol, suspicious of Fernand due to his CGT delegate activities, saw him enter a room with a beach bag and leave empty-handed. He alerted the police, who found the bomb. Fernand was arrested, marking the beginning of a nightmare for him and his loved ones.

Fernand was insulted by the police. Paul Teitgen, secretary-general of the Algiers prefecture, had forbidden the use of torture on Fernand Iveton, but his orders were ignored. A police commissioner assured his officers they would be covered for whatever they did. Fernand was brutally tortured, both physically and psychologically. He held on for his wife, Henri, his comrades, and others, needing to last at least 24 (or 48) hours to protect the network and evacuate everyone he knew. He was also threatened with harm to his wife.

The police demanded the location of the second bomb and his accomplices. When Fernand felt he might break, he cleverly claimed a blonde woman had given him the bombs (Jacqueline Guerroudj was brunette), misleading the police into suspecting Raymonde Peschard, a well-known PCA militant. They mistakenly believed she was behind the Milk Bar bombing (actually carried out by Zohra Drif). Raymonde Peschard, whose alias was Taous, evaded arrest and joined the ALN before being killed by the French army in the maquis on November 26, 1957.

When Fernand felt he could no longer hold out, he named Félix Colozzi and Mohamed Hachelaf, believing they had escaped. Mohamed Hachelaf's wife was arrested, but Félix Colozzi was not evacuated in time due to suspicious movements near his home. Both Fernand and Félix were tortured horribly. Helene, following Fernand's instructions, destroyed his hidden papers when the police arrived at their home. She delayed them by pretending to sleep and arguing through the window, buying time.I think her experience of hiding resistance fighters during the occupation of France by Nazi Germany must have helped her to deal with these situation . Ultimately, she let them in after ensuring any evidence was destroyed. The police arrested her as well.

Helene faced police attempts to turn her against Fernand. They falsely claimed he was unfaithful, but she retorted that it was fashionable to be cheated on and the police commissioner’s wife was probably cheating on him too. When asked about her knowledge of her husband's militancy, she lied, claiming ignorance and stating her love for him. The commissioner grew angry, but Helene remained calm. She was put in a cell next to prostitutes who cheered her defiance against a policeman insulting her husband. She earned the nickname "the tigress."

Fernand, meanwhile, was taunted by soldiers who showed him newspapers branding him a bloodthirsty criminal. Fernand mislead the police about an FLN hideout, manage to escape but was recaptured and beaten again.

The police released Hélène. She made sure not to acknowledge the police officers and took a taxi. The driver, named Farouk, noticed that she was sad. She confided in him, explaining that she could not bear the thought of her husband being tortured. This likely brought back painful memories of her uncle being tortured and killed by a Nazi officer during World War II in Poland, as mentioned in the first part. When Farouk learned that she was Fernand Iveton's wife, he was completely surprised. While Iveton was seen as a brigand and a traitor by the colonial authorities, he was becoming a hero to the Algerian population. When Hélène tried to pay for the taxi, the driver refused, saying that the wives of fighters do not pay.

The French authorities, including Robert Lacoste, celebrated thos. Soustelle falsely claimed Fernand wanted to blow up the entire city. Lacoste demanded Fernand's execution, a move meant to discredit the Algerian movement and paint it as communist-led to reduce American support.

It is important to understand that during the UN meetings, France was frequently called out for its conduct in Algeria and faced increasing international criticism from many countries such as Tunisia, Egypt, and others. The USSR remained neutral on this issue until it aligned with Nasser, but the FLN was able to count on significant diplomatic support from China as well as from the United States. In New York, M’Hamed Yazid and Hocine Ait Ahmed, later replaced by Abdelkader Chanderli, maintained contacts through the UN with the Americans.

An anecdote: in 1957, Senator Kennedy, although he was speaking in a personal capacity and not on behalf of the American government, stated that it was necessary to "accelerate the movement towards independence in Algerian policy." But now, an communist named Fernand Iveton was caught in the act of sabotage in the name of Algeria’s independence. This was an opportunity to try to discredit the Algerian movement and suggest that this revolution was primarily the work of communists, perhaps even under Moscow's influence, and that consequently, the Americans should stop supporting them. This was a desperate and foolish strategy by the French government, but Iveton paid the high price fot these. French newspapers like Le Monde gleefully branded him a brigand. Not to mention the colonial newspapers.

The French Communist Party abandoned him. Helene sought Gaston Amblard’s help, but the PCF forbade it, calling Fernand’s actions a "provocation" ( words of Leon Feix). The lawyer Gisèle Halimi explained in her book Le lait de l'oranger that she was outraged and ready to defend him, and she sent him a note. He sincerely thanked her but said that as a communist, he could only accept help from a communist lawyer. . Ultimately, Albert Smajda, a third-year communist trainee lawyer, defended Fernand, assisted by Charles Lainné of Secours Catholique a very good lawyer who defend the equality between algerians and Pieds Noirs . Both knew Fernand should not be executed in theory, but the charged atmosphere made anything possible. Fernand fought for clemency, refusing to be demoralized and the two braves and engaged lawyers will fight for save Fernand Iveton life.

Helene prepared clean clothes for Fernand for his trial, insisting they be delivered in person. Initially refused, the prison director, moved by her determination, assured that Fernand would receive them. On her way out, she noticed a policeman following her and told him to get out. Fernand and Helene, committed to each other and their cause, prepared for a new battle for save his life.

#algeria #revolution #algerian revolution #USA #france

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theeamazingl · 8 months ago

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The gas lamps lining the cobblestone streets of London cast a flickering, amber glow, painting shadows on the walls of Árnadalr Manor. Here, Lady Anna Árnadalr, resplendent in her finest silks and satin, moved with the grace of a cat, her heart racing in exhilaration. She was on a daring mission—one that would test her wit and cunning.

The clandestine ball she had attended had been a whirlwind of masked faces, forbidden dances, and whispered secrets. But now, as the clock struck midnight, Lady Anna found herself outside the imposing wrought-iron gates of her family’s estate. The guards stationed there were no ordinary sentinels; they were loyal, watchful, and relentless in their duty.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Lady Anna had hatched a plan. Her heart pounded as she tiptoed through the shadows, her satin slippers barely making a sound on the cold stones.

As she approached the gates, Lady Anna’s pulse quickened. She glanced up at the moon, silently praying for luck. Then, with a breath held, she darted forward, skirts rustling softly against the night air. The guards stood like statues, unsuspecting, their eyes scanning the darkness beyond the gates. With a deft movement, Lady Anna slipped past them, her heart threatening to burst from her chest.

But her triumph was short-lived. Just as she reached the safety of the grand foyer, a chorus of footsteps echoed down the marble hallway. Panic surged through her veins. Who could have breached the security of Árnadalr Manor? Has her daring escapade been discovered?

As if in answer, a rush of guards thundered past her hiding place, swords clanking against armor. Confusion clouded Lady Anna’s mind. What was happening? And then, a hand touched her shoulder—a jolt of electricity that sent shivers down her spine. She spun around, coming face to face with a mysterious figure cloaked in shadow.

His piercing gaze bore into her, and rugged features hinted at a life lived on the edge. Against the backdrop of darkness, he cut a dashing figure—a rogue, perhaps, or a hero of hidden battles. Lady Anna opened her mouth to speak, but the stranger’s hand shot out, silencing her with a gentle touch. His finger pressed against his lips, urging her to maintain absolute silence.

In that dim light, Lady Anna could barely make out the enigmatic smile that played upon his lips. Who was he? Friend or foe? And what secrets did he hold? As the gas lamps flickered, casting their uncertain glow, Lady Anna’s heart raced anew.

As her gaze met the stranger's, she noticed a flicker of urgency in his eyes. They darted past her, scanning the deserted corridor to ensure that the guards were a safe distance away before he dared to speak.

"I need your help hiding me," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

Lady Anna arched an eyebrow in incredulity, her expression a silent question of why she should aid him. But before she could voice her doubts, the stranger let out an exasperated sigh, accompanied by a subtle role of his eyes.

With a swift motion, he reached up and pulled down the hood that concealed his features, revealing a face that bore the marks of hardship. Despite the grime and light scratches that adorned his cheeks, there was a youthful charm about him, almost mirroring Lady Anna’s own age. His hair, tousled yet somehow styled, cascaded in warm brown waves, framing his features with an air of ruggedness.

But it was his eyes that held Lady Anna captive. Dark as the midnight sky and piercing as shards of ice, they seemed to bore into her very soul with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

In that moment, as she met the gaze of the enigmatic stranger before her, Lady Anna realized that there was more to him than met the eye. And though she couldn't quite fathom the depths of his mysterious past, she knew one thing for certain — she couldn't resist the allure of adventure that beckoned in his icy blue gaze.

She swiftly moves his hand from her mouth, then, thinking quickly, she plants her palm on the ground to detect any vibrations nearby, a technique she learned her first few nights here. The dark-haired man watches her with confusion. Sensing nothing, she peeks out from their hiding place and rises cautiously, the man mimicking her movements with some difficulty due to the cramped space. He leans against the wall she was pressed against, using it for support, inadvertently pinning her between his arms as he rises.

#rotbtd #jack frost #rise of the guardians #frozen #rise of the brave tangled dragons #anna #jackanna #frozen au #no powers au #wip #writing #regency era

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