#THE PLOT IS PLOTTING

[finalgirl1984]

I’m thinking for the Kendra lives fic there’s Faith who is so down to be with either or both kendra and buffy. But she assumes they’re straight and settles for making lewd jokes.

Buffy is the queen of denial. She’s simultaneously jealous of faith for being close to kendra and kendra for being close to faith, whilst also thinking they’re so pretty and being weird about them getting with anyone.

meanwhile kendra is like

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 11)

When N entered Uzi's room what he was expecting to see was her sitting on the bed, annoyed with him for taking so long talking with her dad, or even practicing lightly with the solver out of boredom.

What he was not expecting was the absence of her beanie and her hoodie, leaving her in only her purple undershirt, and her wings and arms stretched up, her tail stiff and straight.

N felt his internal temperature skyrocket and a golden blush consume his face. Should he leave? He was probably not supposed to see this, when the hell had she gotten so attractive?!

“There you are! What did my dad want?” She turned to him before looking confused at his flustered face and looking down at herself.

A small blush crept up to her visor. She hadn't done this on purpose, she'd just thought she'd overheat less if she'd ditch the beanie/hoodie combo. Plus the fleshy parts of her tended to itch if left unused for too long, so a good stretch was needed every now and then.

She tried not to read too much into it, it had probably just startled him, seeing her like this as soon as he walked in.

“Uh, I can put them away?” She quickly willed away her wings and tail as they tucked away back into her chassis, the first time it had felt odd, now though she was used to it.

“I-it was fine! Just uh… didn't expect it is all.”

See?

“What did dad want?” She asked again, putting a hand on her hip. N refused to look anywhere but her face, crap crap crap crap!

“He uh, knows about Tera.” He admitted, taking the chance to look away and gather himself. It’s Uzi! Stop being a creepy weirdo who stares!

“Seriously?! Aw man I thought I was keeping it from him pretty well.” She crossed her arms, looking upset.

“Was that it? You were out there awhile.”

“He asked if I wanted to adopt her.” N replied, that prospect still hanging in his mind even now. He wasn't the best choice for it, there would be so many more better options then the murder drone who lived in a pile of corpses. Tera deserved to have a normal upbringing, something he couldn't give even if he wanted to.

And a part of him did really want to.

Uzi went silent, something he only noticed because he'd expected some sort of reply like: “oh that was a dumb question, you're like 19.” Instead she looked like she was deliberating something.

“I mean… we're kids. And I live with my dad and you live in a mass grave. I don't know why he even thought that.” Ah there it was.

“But I can't lie… I'd thought about it.” She admitted, looking sheepish. That made him jump, he wasn't expecting her to even entertain the idea. Much less give it that same amount of thought he did.

“Just as a hypothetical!” She quickly added, a voilet blush on her face. She rubbed her shoulders and looked away before starting again.

“There are so many better options than me. I… don't know if I'd be a good parent. It's not like I had much of an example.”

“I live… in a pile of corpses. I grew up in a manor where every minor mistake could get me killed. I didn't have parents… unless you count Tessa. But she was just a kid too…”

They were both quiet, not knowing how to continue the conversation without it turning even more depressing.

“I think you'd be a good dad.” She said softly, unsure but absolutely genuine. “Maybe not… like right now. I think we're both in agreement Tera needs more than you or me…But, if you want them eventually.” Why was she blushing? She was just trying to make him feel better, not offering to have his damn kids.

Although… No! don't you even think about it!

“I think you'd be a good mom too.” He replied, equally as soft and unsure, “You're really good with Tera. And I saw you making silly faces at her this morning.”

If anything she blushed harder, both at that he'd noticed and at the compliment. She wasn't sure how to take that, but she felt warm and fuzzy anyway.

“Bite me…” She mumbled, making him laugh. That usually signified she was done with the conversation. He was fine with that, considering how warm it had gotten him. He wasn't sure how to take her compliment either, but it still gave him butterflies.

“You wanted to practice right? Did you have an idea on where to start or…?” He blessedly changed the subject, thank Robo-God, she didn't know how much longer she could think about Dad N without melting into an embarrassed puddle.

“I got a bunch of pens from J’s nest. I was going to try and work on duplicating them.” She showed off a handful of pens that she'd gotten from her bag, N smirked.

“You stole them?”

“She's dead!”

“Stealing from the dead is worse!”

“Bite me! I do what I want!”

They both dissolved into laughter, nerves disappearing as they settled back into what felt natural for them, N felt a warm smile fix on his face and couldn't make it leave, this was better than being nervous by a long shot. Just the two of them, being goofy idiots.

And so that's what they did, N watching as she used the solver on each individual pen, spining it, making it float, before attempting to duplicate them like Doll had done with her knives.

The first two broke in half, spilling their contents out onto the floor (and themselves). The third one exploded, showering everything in plastic shrapnel and ink and making them both jump before they laughed at each other's startle.

Her visor beeped, telling her that her temperature was rising, and she took a deep swig of the large container of oil sitting between them. Wiping off what was left in her hand before turning her attention back to what she was doing.

He saw her fangs glisten for a moment, and something in him jumped before he settled it back down. Right, she has fangs now. She was more like him and V now then her fellow worker drones, her need for oil and her wings and tail both copied theirs almost identically, even her tail had a venom similar to their nanite acid, only less nanite and more just acid.

On the fifth one N was less focused on what the pen was doing and more on Uzi, one eye bright with the solver symbol and the other in deep concentration, her tongue out again and her eye squinted, keeping all of her focus on the currently spinning pen.

He was still concerned, he knew Uzi was strong on her own. And that her mastery of this was a good thing. But these powers were the same as Cyn’s, his little sisters. The same one who murdered an entire gala with it.

The Cyn he knew wouldn't have ever done that, she had been the sweetest little girl he'd ever known. She was strange yes, with her partly broken voice box and motor control issues. But not murderous.

Had the solver caused that change? Or had it been the Elliots abuse of her, of all of them, that had finally caused her to snap? He didn't know, after the gala, all of his memories consisted of blurry nothing, punctuated by the taste of iron in his mouth.

“Oh come on!” Uzi let out a sound of frustration, and N was brought back into the moment, there were several more destroyed pens laying about. And clearly she'd begun to get impatient, she held the arm using the solver with her other one.

“Hey now, don't try and force it.” He tried to calm her, hand resting on her shoulder before she swatted him away, looking more determined than ever, it stung in his core a little, but he shook it off. This was just how Uzi was, determined, if nothing else.

“Doll made it look so easy! She just flicked her wrist and boom knives.” She grumbled, taking another gulp of oil and finding another pen, which she flicked into the air effortlessly with her solver.

“We don't know how long Doll had those powers. She may have years ahead of you.” He replied, getting more concerned when he saw the digital sweat begin to drop in her visor.

“Which is exactly why I need this. What if we get into another fight with her? I can't just be throwing pens at her!” Her frustration was only growing, her visor beeped again, telling her her temperature was rising, but she didn't seem to notice, too focused on trying to duplicate the pen.

“I'll be there to protect us!”

“But who's going to protect you N?! Not V if she gets incapacitated! I n-need to be able to do this!” Her breaths turned to pants and her visor beeped again more frantically, telling her she was beginning to overheat, this time she did notice. But didn't care.

“Just… one more try.” She spun the pen, clearly straining, and flicked her wrist.

The pen vibrated, slowly getting faster as it seemed to reach it's peak. Uzi made a noise of strain, as if something inside of her chassis was vibrating as well.

Then two more pens popped out of the sides, spinning in place along with the original.

“I did it! N! I did it!” She squealed happily, jumping once for joy before her solver turned a vibrant gold.

She gasped. Before there was the sound of shattering glass and she suddenly doubled over, all three pens falling to the floor.

“Uzi?!” He was immediately at her side, touching her back before ripping his hand away. She was boiling.

“Ah…n….wha?” Her voice box glitched heavily, sounding like it was coming through miles of white noise. N crouched down and lifted her up before his eyes hollowed and all the oil in him turned to ice.

Her visor had shattered, the source being a massive hole where her solver eye would normally appear, oil poured from it openly, her other eye looking terrified out of her mind. Her breathing was erratic, her hand trying it's best to staunch the oil flow from her visor.

“Uzi!” His hand was bigger and did the job much better than just her own when he laid it over hers, she whimpered, instinctually gripping his coat as her other eye squeezed shut.

Already it was repairing itself, small puffs of smoke coming off from where her solver sealed the wound shut, he slowly took her hand away along with his own as the repairs got closer, until her visor was fixed and he was gripping her hand as tightly as she was gripping him, and he didn't care if the heat radiating off her hand was going to make his plating warp.

Her purple eye flickered back into place and she let out a shuddering breath, one of his hands found the oil container and brought it to her mouth. He all but made her down it, all of it. Until she was trying to cough some of it back up.

The steam wafting up from under her chassis slowly faded, but they stayed in silence, processing what the actual hell just happened.

N pulled her into a hug. His breathing sounding like he'd just run a marathon and his core running similarly.

“Don't you ever do that again.” Was the first thing out of his mouth, sounding deadly serious. His hand combed through her hair as he felt her core running as hard as it would go, he felt her nod quickly but wordlessly.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry…” She gasped out, holding him tightly, using the fur of his coat as a pillow.

“You didn't do anything wrong… you just scared me…” He replied, answering her affection with more of his own, resting his head upon hers, completely enveloping her as if he could protect her from herself.

“I ignored the warnings. My fault.”

“Not your fault. You got excited.”

“It's still-”

“No It's not.”

All she did was embrace him even tighter. His tail wrapped around her and he closed his eyes, trying to steady his core. She's okay, it's fine, you're fine.

He looked back at the pens she duplicated as if they would somehow come alive and harm her or both of them. But they just continued to sit there, just as normal as any other pen.

“N…?” His head flicked back to face her, she was blushing heavily and looking down at the floor.

“Yeah? You good?” He asked quickly. Hands traveling down from her shoulders to her hands, clasping them gently.

“T-thank you.” She choked out, obviously still shaken up by what just happened. ��For like… everything.” She finished, squeezing one of his hands slightly tighter.

“Always.”

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[therealtbonetpm]

Spy X Family Chapter 96 SPOILER WARNING

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'M FREAKING OUT

This chapter had me laughing at first with all of Twilight's overreactions and Anya's antics,

BUT THEN THIS ABSOLUTE NUCLEAR BOMB WAS DROPPED.

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

I lowkey feel like I don't have much to say that hasn't already been said 😭 I just needed to post about this before my brain exploded

[melljam]

oml … the past three lookism chapters have genuinely been so good (and i swear it isnt just because my standards were lowered after the disaster known as hunting gun)

[liittleemiixeer]

okay, so about garden of eden 🫠 (buckle up for a loooong rant)

That's the title of the book and the shady nightclub who's luring idols to manipulate them to the point of resorting to s*icide. It's an obvious reference to the book of genesis.

The story in the Bible tells the tale of humanity's first steps:

God creates the world in seven days, culminating in the creation of Adam, the first man, from dust. God places Adam in the Garden of Eden, instructing him to take care of it. Then he creates Eve from Adam's rib as his companion.

One tree is off-limits: the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. God warns them that eating its fruit will result in death. Then, a serpent (symbolic of Satan) tempts Eve, convincing her the fruit will grant wisdom, not death. She eats it and shares it with Adam. In the end, God confronts them, banishing them from the garden.

In the book, we have many references to that story. However, the way I see it, there's a twist.

Here, the entire k-pop industry is the Garden of Eden and the club—that goes by the same name—is the tree of knowledge of good and evil (mostly of evil, in that case). Their managers, friends, fellow idols, etc. tell them to beware of it, yet, some idols (being a bunch of Eves) get tempted by the snakes that work in there and blackmail them into doing shady work for them in exchange of privileges in the industry. When the idols accept, blinded by fame, and then realise the truth about the whole deal, obviously they want out, but they've already been tempted, so they obviously get banished, aka, they push them to k*ll themselves to keep their business under lock by silencing them. These idols who are already "working" for the Garden of Eden, try to tempt other idols (Adams), growing their net of crime.

Luna, driven by the inconsistencies revolving around her sister's death, tries to get to the bottom of all these deaths and the suffering her fellow idols are going through, but it's getting harder and harder to stop succumbing to temptation the closer she gets to knowing what the club does and how it works. Moreover, in the book covers and loading screens, Luna appears surrounded by apples and snake symbolism, indicating that she is constantly surrounded by temptation, yet she still chooses to ignore it and keep working to reach her goal. So, in a sense, she is like the force who's trying to get the idols expelled from the Garden of Eden, but, in that case, it's so they escape their manipulation. She's trying to save them, but will it it save her?

[luthienmpl]

We Are: No conflict just vibes 😘

The Rebound: ALL THE CONFLICT 👊

[daily-hercules]

I watch Record of ragnarok for the plot 🦁

Hercules ft. His hands and feet 🦶

[sadiegirl2021]

Me: I'm playing for the plot

The Plot:

[hoejosatoru]

my star crossed lovers trope fic with Togame is ALMOST done. We are ate 10k words, but still have a lil more to go... but I think I'm really cooking

[dyttomori02]

Jacob in bad boys 5 with a buzz cut or grown-out hair and beard?!

[kavehaskblog]

Uggghhh I am so not excited for the hot weather there’s apparently gonna be a heat wave this week <<//33

[hi-im-nova]

Handplates code ghost plot hole

Frisk falls in the 2010's as from the game being marked 201X.

But my comic has 202X.

Is this a plot hole? Yes

Will I mold it into lore?

Absolutely.

[dual-domination]

Me, seriously studying the work shared between @tazzy-ace and me, deeply considering all the literary devices used: - There is some actual plot to this smut, sir.

[caricatureofacorpse]

yah-huh…. I’m an expert writer…..