#They wouldn’t cut off their internet access

[cauli-flawa]

if this was really a war against hamas, Israel would only be attacking hamas.

[dagasinfilo]

i yearn. i remember when i was 12 i was always so excited to come home to talk to my friends on the puter. they liked me! and i was sure of it too! up to that point i didn’t know how that felt. people would start conversations with me and i’d start conversations with them back. i mingled! and i didn’t care and i cared so fucking much. i felt a belonging i don’t think i ever felt since. like i’m thankful i got to feel that at least once in my life but man i wish that wasn’t stripped from me so violently.

[cannedbabs]

Hello, loving you're rewrite of RBTI so far!! If I may ask, what was Turbo up to before he bumped into Ralph and Vanellope? Also, how did he run into those two? That must've been such a 'lovely' reunion, hehehe.

Thank you so much for liking my rewrite!!! That means the absolute world to me, and I LOVE the questions!!

Turbo was up to a.. LOT of stuff

His first go on the internet was quite literally a rabbit chase. BEV detects him as a virus due to the Cybug coding. Like stated previously(?) he can’t control it despite WANTING to.

((More under cut just since I feel like this is gonna be a LONG post!!))

Did I mention this entire AU is based off of ONE simple Ralph Breaks the Internet concept art spread?

In the back you can see while Ralph is looking for directions on the Darknet, there is a Turbo Torrent sign! So naturally it’s canon to this AU too :] we love a man who hates capitalism and promotes piracy. So in this rewrite he ends up becoming a menace to the Darknet, striking fear into most Netizens who inhabit or do business there. Thankfully they live in somewhat peace since Turbo leaves to do his own thing, but he’s got a decent business going on. Picking up on how to code was VERRRY beneficial to him even now, he has skills some can’t even dream of (while arcade coding is much different he managed to pick it up quick on the internet. Probably manipulated Knowsmore into it too)

This is 90% of what he was doing before Ralph and Vanellope accessed the internet. Their ‘reunion’ goes as follows, roughly via a shitty comic

((I haven’t come up with a plotline other than the wheel to sugar rush breaking. But that is VERY much probably subject to change until I think of something more creative. I don’t like it for multiple reasons, main one being it feels throw away since Sugar Rush in WIR was a two player console but for RBTI it was one player just so they could retcon and do the movie how they did 😒))

But! All that to say FOR NOW Spamely is still sending them on quests for money. Though instead of Shank and Slaughter Race (arguably my LEAST fav part of RBTI) there is now a ‘game hub’ with a multitude of games instead of just… one… game in the middle of the internet?? And there’s a rare upgrade in it people are willing to pay a LOT for!

Gotta give Turbo credit, he knows how to race! Though yeah he swipes it from Vanellope, places first, and garners the attention from Ralph who is probably gonna beat the filling out of him for real this time.

((Like always more questions appreciated!!! Helps me get out of art block actually and pushes me to try to draw stuff I normally wouldn’t!! :] I appreciate all of you who enjoy this rewrite SOOO much!!!))

[imfelinefinee]

How to play pranks on your Annoying Fish Monster Roommate (5+1)

Pairing: Seb.as.tian Sol.ace x Reader (Platonic / Romantic)

NSFW DNI

Notes: I've always wanted to try the 5+1 format- If you aren't familiar with it its when something happens 5 times within a fic and 1 thing to contrast the many things previously established. It really fun!

Also fishmanfishmanfishmanfishmanfishmanfishmanfishmanfishmanfishman

No idea if this is turning into its own AU now- I'm probably gonna make a masterpost for this bugger-

Summary: 5 times the expendable annoyed Sebastian and the one time he got them back

Warnings: Soft/Safe vore, Hurt/Comfort. A little hint at flirting in one of the parts (Its a joke dw), A very angry and annoyed fish man, mild swearing, brief mention to trauma etc

Inspired by @/Curledwithin 's Headcanons- I'm scared to tag them-

Words: 7.9K +

Scribbling down the lines without much thought, the sketch of a humanoid figure on the page. They’d yet to decide on who’d become another one of the many masterpieces they’d made thus far. Perhaps it would be another addition to the ever-growing collection of Sebastian doodles they hid within their desk out of view so that he wouldn’t find out about their hobby.

They’d try drawing off memory as a reference for old cartoon shows. Which proved to be rather mundane or simply not up to par as the human mind wasn’t always reliable. It always looked off to them, unsure of themselves as something wasn’t quite right yet they couldn’t determine what it was.

With communications cut off, including access to the luxury that was the internet. They were left with nothing besides the dull marine biology books plastered around or the monotonous documents that served their purposes. It was nice to pass the time in the beginning but now, it never wielded such results.

As the self-proclaimed expert in marine biology after reading every single book in their arsenal, though those weren’t the only subjects they were versed in after reading book after book. Some with facts of science others were business and finance. If they got out of Blacksite, they’d know how to start a business. 

They couldn’t determine if that was either a good thing or a bad thing.

Drawing had become a recent pass time for them, an indulgence. But after so much time, they procrastinated more and more until simply trying to finish their current sketch was infuriating as it wasn’t right!

Their attempt at curing their ailment of boredom proved subpar, nothing. Their mind went blank as they could hardly think, a blockage within their head as any attempt at properly thinking only got them in a pit of frustration. Repeatedly they tried to draw a line, only to falter further. Hesitation in their next step as their fingers shook with the graphite pencil in their grip.

“Fucking-... DAMN IT!”, the pencil sent flying against the wall. Colliding with the metallic surface of a wall as it banged against it, only to helplessly fall to the floor. The paper sketch gripped within their hand crunched and scrambled in pain as it was carelessly folded into a ball, and thrown onto the floor in a litter.

It didn’t even look like him.

Whenever the documents Sebastian collected proved to be utter nonsense, he’d hand over the paper for them to use if they wished. For them, a gift. To him, something to get rid of clutter that he didn’t need. Mutual exchange as he’d say. And it was an act of kindness they rarely saw from him in contrast to his attitude most of the time. 

They had even found a dusty old notebook that was empty, filled with horizontal lines of writing paper. It had become personal to them, acting like a sketchbook, journal and memories of their time within Blacksite. Something to look back on whenever they felt down or wanted to remember positive things during a rough patch. It kept them sane down there. 

With a look of solemnness, they turned to a random page. Only to land on a specific one they were fond of. It was a harmless prank they played on Sebastian, using a camera’s flash they’d found and using it to blind him. It wasn’t as bad as a flash beacon, yet still pretty bright. It startled him enough that they managed to get a picture of his reaction. 

A chuckle escaped them as they remembered the ramifications of their actions, caught mere seconds later of taking the photo and forced down into their “Time-out spot”. As Sebastian called it.

Only to get struck with a shock of inspiration…

<...>

Turns out their knowledge of marine biology proved to be rather useful for plotting their silly shenanigans. They could hardly hold their composure as they wanted to bawl over in laughter at their heinous idea.

It wasn’t just horrible, it was genius.

Gripping the bottle in their hand, containing acetic acid within. A strong scent of citrus and acid stung the top of the lid in a putrid aroma, a smell reminiscent of the outer seas or maybe even the welcoming smell of a British chip chop.

A common condiment often acquainted with fries or chips to flaunt the taste of a salty combination. A salty sour taste, some enduring the taste out of distaste with nothing left to eat after hitting a pub or just enjoying the delectable cuisine. 

It also proved essential in their survival, especially for cleaning off blood in their blood without access to laundry. With due diligence even tending to Sebastian’s clothing whenever he was too bothered not to wash his clothes. Complaining about the smell of it afterwards as he hated the smell.

To be more specific, it was fucking vinegar.

They’d learnt through much pestering that Sebastian was composed of differing sealife DNAs, including one of which was a sea snake. Snakes absolutely loathed the stench of vinegar as it messed with their sense of smell, perhaps even their organs at times. 

Which made it all the more perfect.

Opening the cap, they began to generously dose the vinegar in areas tended to sleep or interact with, especially in the corner where he maintained his shop. Not only that but, just to spite him. They poured some of it on his belongings, careful not to ruin his electronics as they only dripped a small drop on the items.

They snickered in mischief, feeling like an arsonist as it was dunked around the room like gasoline, yet to light the flames of Sebastian’s fury, the matchstick being the trigger as he entered the room.

Standing proudly in front of the results with their hands on their hips, the prank was in full completion. They inhaled the smell, holding back a grimace as it attacked their nostrils. It was a strong stench, even for them as they could pick up on it in the corner of the room they kept safe from the vinegar. 

It was definitely going to work.

They waited for his return, passing the time with another book of humdrum. Flipping the paper pages in disinterest, they practically scanned the book for pictures rather than for the text within. A book they’d read a couple of times at that point

Sat down upon their throne of victory, a crate that acted as their sofa whenever they dwelled in the room of Sebastian’s company. A hard surface against their back as they struggled with a sore pain from sitting down on hard surfaces for so long. More than accustomed to it at that point. 

As if on cue, they heard the clanging of metal as a heavyweight crawled through, complaining as it struggled with the pressure and movement it was made to endure. The man of the hour pushed his head from the vent, pulling himself up into a standing posture. A bag holstered over his shoulder.

They watched as his eyes widened in a look of shock, the smell flooding his senses as his ears flared up in confusion as he wearily scanned the room for whatever it was that attacked his sensations.

A large forked tongue poked out from the gaps of his teeth, quizzically tasting the air as he tried to figure out what the stench was. Only to recoil in disguise as it worsened, the odour so bad to him that he physically revolted.

He knelt over, holding the lower half of his face as he tried to block out the stench. One of his hands gripped the wall for balance as he was hit with a wave of nausea. Holding back an urge as he heaved, on the verge of vomiting as his body could hardly manage to combat the odour. 

A low hissing sound escaped his will, constant as his instinct flared in reaction to the fragrance of vinegar. A look of disgust on his face, sneering as he clenched his teeth shut to shelter his tongue that had been assaulted.

They hid their reaction with a book, biting back laughter as they barely held themselves together. The smile threatened to throw over their facade, their eyes met with the book in their hands. Welcoming the delight of the situation as they feigned interest in the media in front of them.

A voice called out to them, speaking their name with spitting venom as he looked at them with a look of bitterness. Muffled despite its loud volume, thanks to the hands blocking his means of speech.

They hummed thoughtfully, slowly turning their gaze to him in a look of faux perplexion. Innocent in their demeanour they gently put the book aside on the crate, looking over at Sebastian in a facade of worry and concern.

“You okay there?”, they asked with a small voice. Pretending, they looked over him in confusion, trying to figure out why he reacted in such a way.  Walking over as they reached out a hand to his shoulder, trying to reassure Sebastian that they were there for him.

He removed the hands covering his mouth as he opened it to talk, only to be audibly wrenching in displeasure. Wincing as he bit it down, looking up at them in a scowling pout. Heaving in his breathing as it hindered him, overwhelming him.

“Why does everything smell like-... FUCKING VINEGAR?”, he shrieked as he rose his voice. Angry as to why everything smells like something he absolutely loathed, hatred in his gaze as flicked his tail in an irritated manner.

“Oh!- I’m sorry!- I forgot… I just wanted to clean up some of the blood in my bedding- I didn’t realise it was that bad! Shit- I forgot how sensitive your nose was… I’ll try and find something to stop the smell…”.

They quickly retreated in a panicked stupor, little did he know that their little “mistake” wasn’t as innocent as it displayed, many things hidden behind the surface. As he would soon find out their intentions in due time.

<...>

Their little prank had been an outstanding success! Ever since the vinegar incident, the stench remained for the following days. Sebastian could barely cope as he bit into a chocolate bar or simply yawned. He glared at them for the rest of the day but didn’t once retaliate since the accident.

They had to grab a softer-scented bottle of Febreeze for Sebastian to spray around the room. Intoxicating the room with a rich fragrance to contrast the smell of putrid acid in his room. And eventually, it only came as the occasional whiff from an item he missed. It hurt their lungs but it was worth it!

They had confessed their crime to PAInter later that day, only to get a lecture that they shouldn’t have done that otherwise it would’ve pissed off Sebastian. But, he did also get a good laugh out of it like they did.

Their next plot struck them in a cord of intellect when they stumbled upon a ridiculously large speaker in a supply closet. It looked a little banged up, coated in a layer of dust as it had been left abandoned within the cramped space for a long time.

That’s when they had their next idea…

Sebastian had many things in his arsenal, including a gun. Often wielding it for emergencies in order to save the bullets, but it wasn’t just that. He had impeccable hearing thanks to his heightened senses, which was a virtue on many fronts as it allowed him to smell, hear or see things from a large distance.

But, that also made them incredibly sensitive. Another reason he hardly used his gun was that they really hurt his hearing when shot, deafening him in his vulnerability for a while as he recovered.

They weren’t going to shoot his gun though, that wouldn’t be the wisest choice. So, what better than a speaker? It wasn’t as loud as a bullet but it was boisterous enough for the use in their plans. 

Fortunately, PAInter had managed to access a file of various audios that they’d gone through together earlier that day. Many of them were old logs from workers within Blacksite, yet they weren’t particularly interesting or useful.

Except one.

The two of them had managed to find gold, a needle within a haystack. Perfection. An utter masterpiece for the ears to hear. A catchy tune that everyone could dance to, PAInter even loved it, putting it onto a playlist for them both to enjoy.

Nothing else could compare to the emotion, the words, the beauty behind such a work. It was the little theme that played in the Blacksite elevators when in use, just to distract the occupants from the monsters outside the door as it forced them to dance along and forget their worries. 

And now, it was about to take another victim into its arms.

Sebastian, the dearest fish man. Slept on the floor in his coiled curled form, his head atop his tail as he relaxed in a deep sleep. Usually, it was routine for them to use him as their personal warm bed as they’d cuddle up next to his tail or sometimes even within him if it was a particularly cold night. 

He let out soft snores in his sleep, drool escaping his jaws as it flooded with saliva. His hair tangled from his ruffling, a sheet of cloth draped over his shoulders in a makeshift blanket as Urbanshade never owned proper bedding for their subjects.

He was calm and vulnerable. The one time he let down his guard around them, he openly displayed his affection in spite. Joking with one another as they talked about whatever came to their mind. Keeping them safe within his coils, protecting them as they too were left out in the open. Despite all his sulk and facades, he was a good soul.

And now, they were going to torture it.

They had refused to sleep much to his annoyance, delaying it until he eventually gave up and fell asleep to their advantage. In addition to looting and carrying the heavy speaker on their back throughout the halls of Blacksite, it lay at their feet at the ready. 

Plugging in the audio jack from the speaker into their laptop, holding back a snicker as they opened the inbuilt media player, Hovering the cursor over the play button, turning back to Sebastian in for certainty that he was indeed asleep. 

Pressing the button, they waited as it loaded up for a moment as it required the components of the computer to load rather than the use of the internet. Only to pause as they didn’t hear the song, despite it playing on their laptop.

Turning towards the speaker in confusion, wondering if it was broken due to the state they found it in. Looking over the panel, they realised they hadn’t even turned the speaker on in the first place. Flicking the switch towards on, it blasted in volume.

They flinched from the sudden increase in volume, the loudness hurting their ears as they were far too close to the speaker for comfort. Holding their ears with their hands as they adjusted to the amplification of sound.

The sleeping beauty, the prince dreaming of sleep. The victim had awoken to their shenanigans from the rowdy noise, his half-lidded groggy eyes stared down at them in a somewhat state of alertness and anger.

His breathing was heavy as if he’d been startled, holding a hand to his holstered belt. He had nearly instinctively grabbed his gun as he realised it had simply been only the two of them in the room. 

His fanged teeth held together in a toothy frown, evidence of his dislike of the circumstances as he glared at both the speaker and them. His tail flicked in anger, evident in his irritated state. Audibly growling, muffled due to the speaker but if they picked up on it. The growling was hostile as he prepared to strike. 

He rose from his cocoon, looking down on them in a gaping shadow as he loomed over them. The soft glow of his eyes combined with the light of his angler barely shone the burrow between his browline, raising an arm in preparation to strike down on… them?

They braced, bringing their arms towards their face as they leaned away. A pitiful attempt at a dodge as they prepared to be hit by the impact of his fist. Instead of them though, there was another victim.

The speaker met his blow, smashing it like a compressor as it was squished in a metallic crunch into a shell of its former self. Sparks sent flying from the device as it was torn apart in a mere punch from Sebastian. A declaration of strength, a means of intimidation. 

He flicked his hand as if wiping away the dirt on his hands or an attempt to wipe away the pain as he crunched metal with his fist. They weren’t sure as he continued to growl despite the destruction of the device.

He turned to them with a look of disappointment and rage, grabbing the scruff of their collar as he brought them towards his face in warning. They were left in shock and awe of the circumstances, fearful yet amazed at his strength.

“Don’t. Do that. Again.”, those four words were enough for them to understand the assignment given to them. To which they responded with a series of quick nods, not wanting the confrontation in front of them as they leaned away. Trying to escape from it all.

He grumbled as they did so, exhausted and annoyed, they’d certainly managed to piss him off well enough. But he took a moment to breathe, seemingly calming down just a bit as the hand that held them let go. His face turned to plain tiresome exhaustion.

“Why did you do that?”, irritated in his tone as he eyed them down in suspicion under his lidded eyes, barely able to keep them open. 

“Accident…”, they answered with a hint of regret and hesitancy. suddenly found themselves regretting the idea of their prank. A look of guilt on their face as they looked away, unable to look him in the eyes. Clutching a hand within another, squishing the limb to ease the stress that suddenly enveloped them.

He only sighed, turning towards the screen of the laptop as he folded the screen gently. Casting the room in darkness, with the only light of his angler remaining. The only view was his face as it still frowned, yet they were met with a look of softness in his eyes.

With one of his hands, he tugged at their tangle of hands until his hand enveloped one of them in full. Giving it a tender squeeze of reassurance, gentle in consideration as he held onto them. His main pair of arms enveloped their waist as he picked them off the ground. 

Coiling up into his original position, grabbing their folded bedding that lay onto a crate. Smothering them in a blanket as he threw it on top of them, ruffling their hair as he let go of the hold. Only to shove a pillow in their face, demanding that they were to fall asleep there. They surrendered, tucking themselves in and making themselves comfortable. 

Maybe they should lower the volume of their pranks, literally.

<...>

The next morning, they awoke to a sense of loneliness and unwavering warmth. Opening their eyes felt heavy as if something weighed them down, inhaling from their nose proved to be stuffy with blockage. 

They could hardly determine what they were feeling, whether they were hungry or sick with vomit. Their throat quenched with thirst, drier than a dessert. It felt as though it was made of sandpaper, not only that but the headache they had threatened to crack and break their skull from how bad it was pounding.

Their cheeks flushed with unbearable heat, yet their body shivered with cold. Their joints ached with pain as they attempted to move, wincing upon opening their eyes to the blinding light that attacked their eyes.

They heard a voice call out to them, repeatedly hurriedly speaking their name in murmurs. With the weight of their body dragging behind them, they managed to sit up and turn towards whoever was calling their name. 

“Oh, thank god! You’re awake!-”, someone's voice spoke up from the buzzing of their ears, barely audible as they sighed in relief. Tilting their head in confusion, they approached the source in a flimsy crawl.  The voice got louder as they were finally able to hear, their mind realising it was PAInter within their daze.

“Hellooo…. I’m awake… Where’s Sebby?...”, their speech was drawn out in a slurring manner. Their voice hoarse in almost a whisper as they barely managed a murmur, croaky as they hardly got the question out.

“Uh- You, okay there?- You don’t look too good- Also, Sebastian went out to get some stuff to fix you up.”, they sounded worried in their tone of voice. They let out a long yawn as they sipped their eyes in an attempt to clear up the weight and dust in them. The only thought on their mind was to take a painkiller or two.

They propped their body up against the crate where their laptop sat, crossing their arms as a makeshift cushion to balance their head. Whilst also sheltering their eyes from the light that came with it, blinding them. They felt like shit as if they were dying.

“Blub…Blub blub blub- blub…”, they deemed that a decent enough reply. Not holding the energy to keep up with the conversation PAInter was trying to have with them. Their delirious state barely kept up with his talk, only thinking of fish at that moment. For whatever reason it was, they had no idea either. But, they really wanted to fish. Just fish.

“Blub… Blub blub??”, PAInter responded in the same speech as them, as if attempting to converse in a language of nonsense. Evidently, they were confused as to why they’d respond with fish sound effects.

“Blub… blu blub blub blub-”, they were soon having an in-depth conversation about numerous serious topics troubling them in their now sudden language of the speech of fishes, repeatedly going with the same word or sound. ‘Blub’.

It was just a constant thing, neither of them stopping as they continued in their conversation. It was a truly insightful, resolution-breaking speech between two sentient beings. Wiping their forehead, they were drenched in sweat, yearning for sleep but not wanting to pull away from the interesting talk with PAInter.

Only for it to be cut off from the palm that gently pressed into their forehead, the touch was cold; Pleasant in contrast to the pounding headache that made their head swell with ache, it soothed their pain ever so slightly.

They leaned into the touch, perhaps a little too much as a hand gripped their shoulder and they were nearly sent flying forward. Nuzzling into the hand as it smothered them in a tender touch, allowing them to relax into the hand.

“Sheesh- You’re hot…”, the voice of Sebastian commented, his hand withdrawing from their forehead from the rising temperature of their forehead. They’d gotten sick in the night, developing a fever in the process. Reacting far too late to prevent it to the stage it's gotten to, only able to treat it as it was and hope that it’d get better.

Admittedly, he was worried about them.

He wasn’t an expert in telling temperature but they were boiling, probably far too hot than the recommended amount. Yet, he couldn’t risk taking the blanket away from their shoulders in case it caused them more shivering. It was the only comfortable thing he could use as well.

“Thank you-....”, they replied in a slurred manner. Responding to his prior statement he quickly realised all too quickly that they interpreted it as a compliment. His face flushed in embarrassment suddenly, hoping they wouldn’t take notice of it in their state. They’d probably make fun of him for such a thing.

“T-That isn’t what I meant!- Moron-...”, he stumbled on his words slightly but managed to keep himself together. Turning his attention towards a pouch on his tail, picking up a packet of Paracetamol into his hand. Finding them in an old infirmary in his search for supplies to treat them with. 

He wasn’t going to risk them taking the pills themselves, they could hardly hold themselves up. Let alone take the pills on their own. With the one hand keeping them stable, holding the pills between his fingertips as the other held a bottle of water.

“Open your mouth.”, he commanded with haste, watching as it took them a moment to process his request and comply. He shook his head at their condition, wondering how they kept up with themselves in such a state. Gently placing the pills on their tongue, tilting their head up as he gently handed them the bottle of water.

They understood quite quickly, taking the bottle from his hand as they greedily gulped down the water alongside the pillows. Letting out a sigh of relief as they did so, only to go for another drink to clench their thirst.

Once they’d finished, they yawned in exhaustion. Leaning their weight towards Sebastian as he caught them, he realised that they were going to need the rest in order to recover. He moved them into a more comfortable lying position, propping their head onto his lap to act as a substitute for their abandoned pillow.

“What were you guys doing?”, he found himself asking the question to PAInter. As soon as he’d gotten back, the two of them were just making fish noises towards one another. It was a sight to behold.

“Here I thought you were fluent in the art of the dialect of fish! And here you are, a fish man! Wow-”, PAInter dramatised their speech in an odd attempt at a British accent. Drawing a pose on the monitor with arms raised to his digital face. Wait- was that an avatar?

Not quite in the mood for jokes, he rolled his eyes as he growled in a low volume. PAInter seemed to get the message as they quickly erased the painting they’d worked on. Only giggling in response as Sebastian worked through the tangled mess of hair atop the expendable head.

Thus concluding the third prank, if that counted to their toll.

<...>

About a day or two later, their fever had fortunately broken in thanks to Sebastian’s constant nagging. As they made progress towards recovery, they found themselves in a tiny mood for mischief, at minimum a small prank.

And they weren’t looking forward to another prank that involved something that might scare him again. Seeing Sebastian that angry wasn’t a friendly sight, it was frightening to even think about. Luckily, he accepted their apology afterwards.

“It’s fine- Just don’t do any of that bullshit again.”, he responded to them after they profusely apologised, a small smile on his face as he leaned forward as he ruffled their tangled hair, causing a worse mess for them to work through. They took it as a promise, nodding in agreement. Only to usher them to feel soon after.

And they weren’t a person who broke their promises. Most of the time.

They were forced into bedrest, under the watchful eye of PAInter as Sebastian went to do something productive. They didn’t remember what he said about what he was going to do but it was probably something involving their sickness. They groaned audibly as they weren’t even allowed to get up from the floor and stretch out in case they collapsed.

PAInter refused to even let them budge an inch, yet their joints were stiff with soreness. Even as they stretched, it wasn’t enough to get their muscles moving. They really needed the movement, at least for a small walk or something.

They were left behind with only their thoughts for company.

So, they decided the best course of action was to roll across the floor. Barrel rolling like a crocodile with a pillow in their grasp. PAInter quickly became alerted to their movement, looking down at them with a scribbled frown.

“HEY!- You’re not supposed to be moving!”, he chastised them in the form of a lecture. They rolled their eyes, ceasing their movements as they let out the loudest, grumpiest, annoying groan they could muster in a long drawn-out breath until their lungs eventually gave up.

They decide to ignore PAInter’s commands, standing off the floor as they stretch, joints cracking under the new pressure, withering away the soreness as a yawn escapes them, suddenly feeling more awake and energetic.

Not feeling in full condition but enough to do some things, whatever those things were. Looking around the place, Sebastian was quite the mess at times, leaving files littered on the ground. He often left his comb, rubbish, bedding and whatever was left over on his plate because he couldn’t be bothered to clean it up.

Don’t get them started on whenever he sheds, that was a catastrophe to clean up. 

So, being caring and productive as they were. They began cleaning the mess left behind, much to the complaints of PAInter who tried earnestly to get their attention. Only for them to poke their tongue out childishly in response to his nagging.

Folding the sheets he used as makeshift blankets, topped on top of a crate in a neat pile. Their dirty laundry including their sickly bedding was tossed aside for them to tackle later. Piling up rubbish into a random crate with nothing in it, to dispose of in one of the random bins throughout the facility.

They even dedicated the time to organise his little mess of documents in data in order of files to a mountain of storage drives. 

“You really shouldn’t be moving like this!- You should be resting!- You can’t possibly combat the infection in your body without sufficient energy!- If you were to use it up, you could end up even worse than before!- Oh gods- Sebastian is going to dismantle me!-”, PAInter panicked in their fumbling speech, if they were human. They’d be the embodiment of a stuttering mess.

“Relax- He isn’t going to kill you. Not if I have anything to say about it- Also I’m fine- It’s only a little bit of cleaning and besides I’m practically done”, and they were done. Besides the laundry, that was a task for their future self, not the current tense.

That’s when they got an idea, they remembered their little fever dream of speaking fish with their companion. And what better than some wordplay, especially along the lines of the fish category? It was harmless and probably funny.

Perhaps even punny.

Grabbing a bottle of water and the medication they’d found on the floor. They popped a pill from the seal and swallowed it down, giving an ample amount of water with it. Grabbing some of the laundry into their hands, they began to fold it away into a neater pile for easier transportation later.

Only to hear the man of the hour arrive back in time, he looked tired as he leaned forward with an arched back. He quickly took notice that they were up and running compared to the state they were in earlier. He stared down at them after scanning the room, deadpan as if he wasn’t very impressed by the recent cleaning they’d done.

He didn’t bother asking either of them what happened. Far too used by their little schemes up to that point. He began to unpack all of the items he’d garnered including some medical supplies, refills of water, flash beacons, batteries and the like.

“Water are you doing?”, they asked with feigned curiosity as to his recent business. Standing up, they inspected a bag left untouched by his moving hands. Reaching out a hand towards it, only for it to be snatched by his.

“Don’t. Touch. It’s tonight's dinner.”, without the ability to see or touch whatever was housed within the sack. They sniffed at the contents, only to be met with a stench of salt and oceanic algae. Not only that but it looked as though there was a wet patch at the bottom of the pouch, concluding that it was likely fish in association to the word food.

“That was a little shallow of you- Are you okay? Shorely you’re not feeling under the weather too?”, they raised a hand towards his face. Only for it to be pushed away by him, his eyes looking down at them in suspicion.

“I’m fine- Why are you up anyway? I told PAInter to make sure you rest-”, he eyed down the suspect in question. Raising an eyebrow in intrigue at the subject before the three of them, PAInter visibly sweated with animated droplets on his face.

“Uhh- I tried to get them back to sleep but they wouldn’t listen to me…”, it spoke with honesty and truth. They knew not to cross paths with Sebastian, or test the waters so to speak as they refused to lie to someone they saw as family.

“What? I was just trying to kelp out!”, they exclaimed with their hands above their head to exaggerate their words. Only to be met with the collective glares of both Sebastian and PAInter with the same frown, one thing they had in common besides the escape of Blacksite was how annoying their companion could be.

“I’m going to break every bone in your body if you don’t stop.”, he threatened in a dry tone of voice. PAInter joined in on the threat by drawing a picture of their face with Xs over the place that should’ve been their eyes.

Motherfuckers. They weren’t gonna give up that easily.

“Oh come on! You guys would be bonely without me-”, they were cut off as Sebastian tackled them with full force. Dragging them to the fall with him as he held them down, feeling them squirm and struggle under the pressure as he laid down atop them.

“I AM NOT DONE!- I HAVE A SKELE-TON OF JOKES IN MY ARSENAL! I’M VERY HUMERUS!- IT’S YOU GUYS WHO DON’T HAVE A FUNNY BONE! COME AT ME- I BET YOU GUYS DON’T EVEN HAVE THE GUTS! I’M NEVER GONNA RUN OUT EVEN IF I’M BONE-DRY”.

He held them there for about an hour or two.

<...>

They grumbled under their breath, pressing their head as their cheek squished against the solid cold surface. They had been dragged across the entirety of Blacksite into a small cafeteria that Sebastian had found, equipped with the luxury of an inbuilt electric stove and plenty of pots and pans. It even had the leisure of a spice rack!

Sebastian watched over the pot on top of the stove, watching the water boil as bubbles burst from the influx of heat at the bottom of the pot. A ladle in one hand as he tasted his culinary expertise, sprinkling a dash of salt if necessary. 

In the other laid the skin and bones of deceased fish, stripped of their outer coating and bone structure for the flesh within. Snacking on the delights of raw fish, the crunch of bone on his teeth. 

He had called the dish, Sebastian’s special stew. A dish composed of whatever tinned vegetables he found in the cabinets, carrots and peas. A can of chopped tomatoes and water for the base, and whatever fish he found whilst hunting during his swim earlier that day.

Turns out he went swimming out in the inner cavern that shrouded some of Blacksite and with his strength. He managed to chase and hunt down the stray fish that happened to be too slow for the rest of their school. A liability to their survival and more importantly Sebastian’s dish. He actually seemed really happy about it.

He actually wanted to make them a stew to help them feel better, and what better than homemade fish soup? The sound of it didn’t sound disgusting at all! Yet, they couldn’t really afford to be fussy with food down in the depths of Blacksite.

“...Could you pass the pepper from the cabinet up there?”. He called out their name nonchalantly, which had been a massive improvement from expendable or human since they’d bonded. Pointing towards the cupboard that contained the spice rack inside of it. They whined with a huff but stood up otherwise, walking towards the container.

Upon opening the small door on top of their tiptoes, they spotted something that caught their eye. A devious scheme came to mind as they grabbed the small bottle into their hand, hiding it in a pocket as they picked up the pepper shaker with it.

“Thanks-”, he was about to pour the dosage of spice into the soup. Only to pick up a pungent scent coming off the container, a drop of the contents spilling into the soup much to his dismay. He growled in a low snarl at them for what they had done, the betrayal in his eyes evident as it was revealed what was in his beloved soup.

Cinnamon. Another stench happened to mess with his senses, gently placed the spice back down onto the container as he eyed them with a look of bewilderment. Only for them to hand him the proper condiment he was looking for originally.

He gripped a strand of their hair as it tugged them towards him, careful not to rip it out of their scalp. He glared at them down with a hiss, displeased by their actions as he opened his mouth in a widened manner. They let out a pout as they leaned back, preparing to be shoved inside.

A hand gripped their shoulder, hindering their movement and chances of escape. Preparing for the inevitable time out they were about to face for roughly the next couple of hours. Waiting with bated breath as the tongue came closer to their face, taking in their taste as it dragged over their cheek. Drool dripped from the side of the cheek as it clung to the skin of their face.

He chuckled upon seeing them seize up and halter, pulling away from their personal space as he returned his attention was drawn back towards the soup. Picking up a small bottle of oregano and pouring just a little extra into the soup to combat the taste of oregano.

“You remind me of my siblings at times-... I used to cook for them whenever our parents weren’t home… They’d always try and “help” out with my cooking- Trying to pour hot chocolate into the pasta sauce I was making!…”, he reminisced with nostalgia, a look of sorrow on his face as he remembered happier times of his human life. 

He must really miss his family…

They didn’t respond, their expression soft as they stood there next to him. Listening in case he wanted to talk about it some more, yet he didn’t utter another word as he looked conflicted. A mix of hatred, regret, sadness, anger, and happiness all at once. He looked as though he wanted to cry.

Their hands wrapped around his waist, holding him close as they mustered all their strength into a strong hug. Trying to comfort him in a warm embrace despite their small stature, he turned to them with a soft smile as it appeared to have worked.

One of his hands clung to their backside, rubbing it in an up-and-down motion as he returned the hug. Maybe they were trying to reassure them in return, or maybe it was just a gesture of his gratitude. 

“I’m fine- Don’t you worry…”, his hand retracted from their back towards the top of their scalp, ruffling the locks between his fingers as he let another chuckle escape his lips. A look of softness in his eyes.

Not too long after he finished his culinary masterpiece, the two of them sat at one of the many tables in the cafeteria. Sebastian hardly managed on the cramped metal seat but managed to sit down to eat the food. The food looked really nice actually, with the spices and vegetables to disguise the smell of the fish.

After hesitating after a bite, they plunged the bite into their mouth. Preparing for the urge to spit out the fish from their mouth, only for it to taste really good. A squeal of delight escaped them from the rich taste, surprised that it worked so well together. 

Sebastian watched as they helped themselves bite for bite, only to realise that they’d quickly finished their dish. They looked around aimlessly as if they wondered where the food had gone, a smile on his face as he realised they liked his cooking.

Picking up their bowl, pouring another scoop of stew into the bowl as they handed it back to them. The two of them enjoy the moment between each other. He couldn’t help but notice how much they ate, a little concerned over the gesture but he never withdrew the food. Content that they were eating a full meal for once.

<...>

A day later, they fully recovered from the fever they’d endured. Strolling the halls of Blacksite, book in hand with the text of pages gripped tight to their chest. Returning from their secluded spot after having retreated to the room for some privacy.

 A yawn escaped them, tired from having to clean out the laundry with whatever cleaning supplies they could find. Using their hand and sponge to scrub out the stains had somehow gotten into the fabric.

It took some time, but they were spotless afterwards. After many events throughout the past week, they asked PAInter to take some pictures from the security feed for them to remember in their scrapbook. 

They’d written each little “prank” they’d done within the journal. PAInter suggested adding a couple of their comments for the book of remembrance. A memorabilia for them to look back on with nostalgia.

Making their way back towards Sebastian’s little shop, crawling through the metallic shaft that was the entrance vent. Difficulty in their crawl with one hand to push themselves forward as the other held their beloved book.

As they entered, preparing to announce their return to their companions. They were met with the complete pitch-black darkness of the room, with no sense of voice or electricity with the poor light of the room. They knew Sebastian liked the darkness but it was never that bad that they could never see anything.

Something was wrong.

Pulling out from the vent, they called out in a desperate cry to hear their companions. Worried as to where they’d gone, wanting to know their whereabouts. Only for the shadows to envelope their figure in a dark embrace.

“Sebby!- PAI?- Are you guys here? Where-”, anxiety hit them in a sudden wave. Their breathing was hindered as they felt a weight on top of their lungs, their eyes scanning around for any sign of movement. Clutching the book tighter as if it were a lifeline. 

They were cut off by their own scream as something roughly grabbed the collar of their shirt. Lifting them from the ground as they kicked out from the scare, trying to get their feet back onto the ground as they struggled in the sudden grip.

Wielding the book in their hands, they began to wildly attack whatever held them so mercilessly. Trying to fight off the attacker with the book as their sword and shield. Only for it to be thrown out of their grip with a small grip of the monster.

Unable to see, they tried slipping away with rapid movement, trying to squeeze their way out of the hold. Only for something wet to drip atop their head, feeling the liquid fall from the hair down to the drop below.

They looked up to see glowing blue eyes, a soft yellow light flickering in front of them. Their eyes widened as they witnessed fate befall them, their panic turned to a sombre deadpan stare as they accepted the reality of what was about to happen.

The tongue drew a line across their face, coating the skin in a thick drool as the creature- Sebastian tasted them. His open maw creased upwards at the sides, a big smile on his face as he noticed their grimace at the gesture.

Shoving their head inwards, gulping down as he licked at their form. Enjoying their delectable taste with ravenous intent as he greedily swallowed them into his empty belly. With a couple of gulps sending down to his stomach, hissing in delight at the meal. 

His tail flicked happily as he pressed his finger to his throat, feeling the weight pass by until his little human landed with a plop into his stomach. A purr escaped him as he felt their movements, hands pressing down on them as they settled in.

They were met with the soft surface of velvet walls of his stomach, the walls cocooning around them in a welcoming hug as it accepted its new “meal”. The walls pressed down on them as Sebastian rubbed circles into their space, soothing them into the space that was himself. 

Those weren’t the only things dwelling in his belly as they found a blanket and pillow housed within. Confused, they gripped the cloth into their hands, feeling a slightly damp yet dry fluffy sheet and one of the many scratchy pillows of Blacksite.

Audibly groaning at the situation before them, only to smother themselves into the blanket as they leaned into the tender flesh. The pillow cuddled to their chest as the surface was comfortable enough without it, not needed yet fond of the object nonetheless. 

“Comfortable? Thought I’d return the favour after all the shit you’ve been pulling lately-”, explaining the reason behind the sudden scare. The realisation dawned upon them as it was revealed that he got his revenge against them. A predator lying in wait for the prey, striking at the perfect moment.

He let out a snicker as they punched his stomach, returning the gesture with more rubs as they reluctantly leaned into the affection. Hearing a small yawn escape them, cradled in warmth as they tucked into the comfortable space.

“Get some sleep, little guppy. You need it.”. He bit back a chuckle moments later as they were on the verge of sleep within the space, a hand continuing its movement to lull them to sleep. 

His attention turned towards the abandoned book on the floor, observing the cover revealed nothing of its contents. It didn’t look like any valuable data nor did it look interesting with the blank front cover.

Opening the contents within revealed a different story, looking upon different memories with their little scribbles of drawings and pictures. Writing down each memory in key detail as if they took in every second of their shared moments. They noted down their thoughts and feelings towards each of their companions too. 

He read in awe, a small content smile on his face as he curled up in his comfortable coiled form, flipping each page with intrigue. It didn’t pass him that they saw through his tough exterior, almost letting out a sigh of relief that they never saw him as the monster he looked like, rather the person within. 

Maybe they should let them in some more…

<...>

“W-what are you doing with that flash beacon?...”. 

[littlestsnicket]

more disparate iwtv thoughts

- the key to understanding loustat is that lestat falls for louis for the following reasons in this order: 1 louis’ capacity for violence, 2 louis being fucking gorgeous, and 3. louis having enough inner conflict and desire for self knowledge to occupy him for at least a dozen human lifetimes. lestat falls for louis because he thinks louis would make an excellent vampire, and nothing that happens over the intervening decades changes his mind. he believes he knows louis better than louis knows himself, and, narratively, on a number of points he is right. while this would be horrifying in real life, it’s extremely compelling in fiction

- i hate hate hate the idea that love isn’t real if it’s destructive. and i actually see that at least as much from entertainment journalists as fandom. lestat loves louis. armand loves louis. louis loves claudia. that doesn’t mean their relationships are good or positive or anything else. louis loves lestat. louis loved armand once, at least. (claudia loves louis but that’s not really relevant here.)

- relatedly cannot stop thinking about assad saying armand just wants to be loved. 100% correct. the fact that this desire is filtered through centuries of maladaptive coping mechanisms does not make it less true.

- louis has never used social media of any kind. he has a desktop computer to access email and databases of property and art. computers are for work. anything time sensitive gets filtered through armand or his staff.

- armand spends a lot of time on twitter and like 8chan searching for victims. this means he can code switch into perfect tech bro. daniel and lestat find this deeply unnerving. louis doesn’t spend enough time online to really understand what armand is doing. armand used to spend a lot of time on reddit, but even he could tell that the arguments he kept getting obsessed over were bad for him so he had to stop.

- lestat is a tumblr girly. he writes questionable sad poetry and posts artsy pictures. he occasionally gets really into fandom. he is a hannigram shipper. he has the worlds most eclectic music side blog.

- daniel is on twitter in a professional capacity, but he spends enough time there, both doing legitimate investigation and doom scrolling, to be relatively up on modern slang and what is trendy with the youth.

- anyway, my point is, even though lestat and especially armand are most comfortable expressing themselves in a way that is vaguely archaic, louis is the one most likely to need technology/modern phrasing explained to him. but also not that often, he does get out of the house and interacts with real people so he stays pretty up to date.

- i think claudia would entirely mirror louis in regard to computer usage. or maybe not. claudia would be an early internet adopter. she misses usenet and refuses to use any web 2.0. she wouldn’t even use google. she runs into armand on the darknet. mostly she and madeline would run an organic farm in the french countryside using corpses as fertilizer.

- louis and armand are both switches and into violent bloody sex. the fact that most of their sex since paris has been mutually unfulfilling is an achievement. (louis just… isn’t very good at stoping armand from turning sex into trauma reenactment time TM. louis doesn’t like it but armand is very insistent and louis is often lowkey angry at him to start with. they’re both at fault here.) (i’m not going to look up the exact quote but ‘half blank half apocalyptic, what’s it going to be this time? are you gonna want to lick my boots or cut my head off?’ says so so much about loumand.) (and ugh louis wanting predictability after lestat and that being his initial impression of armand and getting mr trauma gremlin instead…)

[realm-sweet-realm]

What do you think the villains like to read?

Giovanni: Giovanni doesn’t have much time to read for leisure, or to keep up with what’s popular that he might like. If he has the time for it, he’ll read whatever is suggested to him by whoever’s around to suggest something. He generally prefers television since his brain gets enough of a workout running his criminal empire, but if he had time off and weren’t getting that, he’d use books to make up the difference.

Maxie: Maxie is well-read. Very well-read. Unfortunately he’s also very set in his ways and prone to interpreting what he reads in a way that confirms his worldview. So yes, he’s read a ton on geology, and yes, he could hold his own with Steven Stone in a debate about rocks, but none of that will convince him that throwing rocket fuel in a volcano is a bad idea. He doesn’t have a ton of time for fiction, but he does like it, especially alternate histories.

Archie: Archie may not be as loud about his intellect as Maxie is, but he’s as well-read on ocean life and ecosystems as Maxie is on geology and land development, and he’s very passionate about it. He’s not as blinded by bias as Maxie (still pretty bad though), but Maxie has a bit more breadth to his knowledge. Archie likes action novels as well, especially post-apocalypse-related ones.

Cyrus: Cyrus researches both for work and for leisure. He’s read a lot about myth and engineering, as well as any information he could access on how other evil teams were run. He’s the type of person to read everything there is to read about very niche aspects of his interests just out of curiosity.

N: it’s a good thing N likes physics, because any fiction he read had to be vetted first so they wouldn’t give him any wrong ideas. He read a lot of math, physics and Pokémon care stuff as a kid while his fiction was being vetted for him. As a young adult, he seems like he has a childlike taste in fiction (lots of middle school adventure books and whatnot), but really he’s just making up for lost time.

Ghetsis: Ghetsis enjoys reading history, in particular anything to do with war or dictatorships. He loves imagining himself as powerful and violent historical figures and thinking about how he could have played their cards differently. He’s also a fan of theatre and likes reading playwrights. Not a fan of very unrealistic genres like fantasy and horror, but so long as it’s realistic, historical fiction is good, too- the more violent the better.

Colress: reads cutting edge scientific journals with his morning coffee. For fiction, science fiction is nice, but he will nit pick all the unscientific parts and try to think of ways he could make it work in reality. To him it’s part of the fun. This makes him either extremely interesting or extremely obnoxious to talk to about it.

Lysandre: Lysandre likes consuming media, including books, and he has very discerning tastes. While his favourites are old classics, he keeps his eye on what are considered to be the best books published that year. Poor-quality or mediocre media, especially if it’s popular, is just another sign that most people aren’t cut out to preserve the world’s beauty.

Guzma: Guzma doesn’t read very much- he’s not bad at it, he just learns better from the internet or practical experience. He has watched a lot of videos on bug Pokémon biology, though- enough that he could carry a conversation about it with a entomologist. Videos or other internet sources are his go-to when he needs to figure out a skill to maintain Po Town, and he has had to learn a lot of things as problems arise. He’s not dumb by any means.

Lusamine: Lusamine is pretty big into escapism. She likes reading fantasy, historical fiction and romance novels and cries over them easily. She also likes magazines about fashion, beauty, interior design and the like. Why can’t the real world be that beautiful?

Rose: speculative fiction. Unfortunately he’s rich and stupid enough that he he thinks he can make some of the ideas in these fiction novels into reality. If it hadn’t been Eternatus, it would have been something else. He’s well-read when it comes to finance, too.

Piers: Piers is self-taught when it comes to both his passions, and as such has read a lot about music and battle strategy. He liked fiction when he was younger, but nowadays, between his obligations as a gym leader, a musician, a leader is Spikemuth and up until recently Marnie’s caretaker, he doesn’t have time to read.

Penny: Manga, and lots of it. Also an avid AO3 user. She’s especially a fan of yuri.

[plutos-little-space]

hi ! jus a smol question from som1 who's getting started on regressing :( u can ignore this ask if u dont want to answer its fine.

how do i regress/be little if i have no caregiver irl, and can't regress uhh physically...? (like use pacis, buy children things like clothes and stuff) is it weird if i want to find a cg online? jus som1 who could keep me company is all.

hi hi!! :>

in my experience with regressing i still have similar problems. since i can’t get a lot of the traditional regressing stuff i’ve substituted!! :)

But first off, the first thing you need to know is you don’t need to have a cg, (i don’t have one) it’s not a requirement to at all! and ofc there’s nothing wrong with having one!! just make sure it’s someone you trust!!!!

if you do want a cg, i wouldn’t exactly advise going on the internet, and if you do be sososososo careful people can be really creepy and weird :( make sure you’re comfortable with them and know them at least a little, but i still don’t super advise it :(

as for regressing without having access to all the traditional stuff;

plushies! especially ones you really love or make you feel small are fantastic! giving them names and playing with them is super nice! and ofc cuddling them!

as for food and stuff, i like cereal and stuff like apple sauce, any kid like food i can make! other are like peanut butter and jelly, apple slices, fruit gummies, stuff like that! you can also cut them into fun shapes!!! :D also water bottles are cool because you can pretend they’re sippy cups and if their not see through you can put any kind of juice or milk you want!!

Tv shows and other stuff! obviously most kid shows are super awesome!! i like bluey and my little pony a lot! also there’s tumblr and pinterest, tho ofc be careful on those bc again, people can be weird and creepy, if it’s wanted i can link some cool creators on both here and pinterest ( which are hard to find bc they censor stuff :/) and activities like color and drawing are always fun to do!

Change into comfy clothes!! pjs, onesies, even just sweatpants and your favorite hoodie, anything that can make you feel comfortable and small!

stim toys! i have this long rubber noodle (mind you i clean this thoroughly) and it’s honestly really nice to chew and have in my mouth when i’m little. any rubber stim toys, like stuff you can find at like walmart, are super nice and also not really suspicious, if you can get your hands on them! make sure you clean them!!!

sorry for the essay! :P i hope this helps and i’m sorry if it doesn’t make much sense, or there was to much info! just remember that you don’t need a cg to regress, don’t get me wrong i’ve heard it helps! but it’s not required! and also remember to be sososos safe on the internet!! and remember you are valid!!

i hope this helps! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

-Pluto

DNI BANNERミ★

[password-door-lock]

Mystictober Day 31-- Halloween

Suit Saeran decides to participate in a Halloween tradition (776 words). 

Saeran can’t hide his smile as he pounds on your door. Usually, playing with his idiotic toy is a rather frustrating affair, but Saeran is very lucky to have a great idea up the sleeve of his suit jacket today. If there’s one thing he loves doing, it’s ruining holidays for you. He will gladly take the opportunity to pollute your associations and taint your memories of the pathetic life you led before you came to Magenta. 

“Yes, hello?” You swing the door open, eager to greet him, per usual. 

“Trick or treat, Prince(ss),” Saeran beams at you. He got very excited when he learned about this particular tradition. It’s as though the whole ordeal of trick-or-treating were designed just for him to shove in your face. 

“Okay, well, first of all, you’re not even wearing a costume,” you complain, as though that would even mean anything to Saeran. Once again, you seem to have failed to grasp the extent of the threat that he poses to you at the moment. Saeran supposes he shouldn’t be too surprised that you’ve failed to grasp something, though. 

He pushes into the room and slams the door behind him. “I said,” Saeran backs you into the nearest corner, “Trick. Or. Treat.” 

“Second,” you just continue, undaunted, per usual. “You know trick-or-treaters don’t usually come into the person’s house, right? Third, I didn’t even have my light on, so you can’t trick or treat here. I’m not participating.”

“I can go wherever I want to in this place,” Saeran argues. He feels this should already have occurred to you by now, but then again, he can’t really blame an idiot for not picking up on something. If you had any understanding at all of the world around you, then you probably wouldn’t even be at Magenta in the first place.

“Okay, that’s not how trick-or-treat works,” you grin. “What you’re describing is, like, a home invasion, or something. It seems like you just want to commit a crime, which is fine, I guess, but I just want you to know that you’re not trick-or-treating right now. You don’t even have anything to put candy in.”

“You have to give me a treat,” Saeran argues, ignoring the nonsense you’ve been spouting. He doesn’t care at all about being faithful to a tradition that doesn’t involve him. “Since you’re my toy, you have to do what I say.”

“Sure, but I didn’t even know we would be doing this,” you complain, “So I didn’t get any candy. Also, even if I wanted to, I can’t leave this room, I don’t have cell service, and the internet mysteriously only works for the RFA messenger, from which, I’ll remind you, you have cut off my access. Where would I even get candy in the first place?”

“Hm,” Saeran pretends to be contemplating the situation, as if this wasn’t a major component of his plan. “I guess you’ll just have to figure out another kind of treat to give me… unless you want to choose trick.”

“Okay,” you glance around the room, before your eyes settle on a framed photo of some dumb building. What the hell are you thinking? Saeran braces for you to try and attack him with that picture as your weapon, but you do nothing of the sort. “Aha!” You take the photo off the wall and hand it to Saeran. “Here’s your treat.” 

Saeran throws the stupid thing to the ground allowing the glass in the frame to shatter. “I guess you want me to trick you, then, prince(ss),” he purrs, leaning in so that his lips are nearly touching yours.

“Oh,” you breathe, “Okay. Sure. Go ahead and trick me.” 

Saeran doesn’t need to be told what to do as he kisses that smug look off your lips. It’s confusing and strange because he’s never done it before, but strangely and confusingly, you elect to kiss him back, taking the lead away from him and leaving his lips tingling when you pull back. Why on Earth are you treating him so gently when you know what he’s capable of? “So, just to be clear, you intone, “That was the treat you wanted, too, right?”

“Yes,” Saeran attempts to sneer at you, forcing himself to stop touching his own lips with disbelieving fingers. “Because… because… because you’re mine, and…”

“Sure,” you shake your head. “But next time, you can just ask for a kiss. That makes more sense than the whole elaborate trick-or-treat setup, right?”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Saeran orders as he turns on his heel— but regardless, he will keep your instructions in mind.

[oppaihun]

“Emulation is piracy!” Well I wouldn’t have to resort to emulation of over 90% of all video games ever made weren’t impossible to buy due to things being taken out of circulation due to companies, collectors jacking up the prices and if even relatively newer games (last 10 years) weren’t being sold by companies for higher prices. Seriously, I saw a collector selling the BOX ITSELF for a game for $50 usd.

Some games ONLY exist now in emulation. Nintendo has closed all of its older storefronts and are supposedly planning on cutting off internet access for older consoles. So many companies now have online download exclusives. There’s so many titles from just the DSi to the 3DS that will no longer exist anywhere other than in emulation.And the fact that more often than not, emulation files are cheap if not free? If you’re serious about these games you’d be stupid not to take up the cheaper route.

And the fact that several folks have ported older content to “newer” consoles just proves that the company themselves can do it, they don’t want to do it. On a modded DS you can access titles (some, not all) from the old school Gameboy to the 3Ds. And that just in the built in “store” that comes with the modding software. It’s free.

[t3l3vangelism]

“the most you can do is hope that she’ll listen and make the best decisions for herself !!”

I fear that’s not me… like my sister used to use the app before I knew it even existed and then she never had it on her phone again when I found out about it thank god but just… I’m such a control freak I actually am terrified to my bones of her seeing anything bad on the internet which I guess I can’t stop her from it but I might as well be a block button for all things that might be even remotely bad because I make her delete everything or I let my mum know about soemthing that I might be concerned about and she’ll bring it up w her secretly so she doesn’t feel attacked cause that’s not what I want I just want to protect her.

if it wasn’t obvious I’m a diff anon not the one that’s been talking but also all of this to say if you’re actually concerned try doing something about it. like idk I wouldn’t want to wait until soemthing happens, I’d rather not give it any room to happen at all. Like explain to her that the application isn’t made for her age and that it’s really detrimental to her (even if that overplaying it) okay sorry this is so long sorryyy

before i start, i’d just like to say that i’m not attacking you or saying that you’re a bad sibling. this is just my opinion. this is just how i feel and i’m not trying to invalidate you.

you cannot stop your sister from seeing bad things. i understand you want to be protective, but the way your treating her isn’t a healthy way of going about it. you’re feelings are valid. i have six siblings, two of which are 11+ years younger than i am. but completely cutting off their access to the internet could be as dangerous as it is not.

a few years ago i would’ve done the same as you, but we’re in the age where things like the internet has become a norm. obviously there are horrible things on there, but that’s why things like screen time and restrictions exist. if they’re still young like the first anon’s sister, it’s completely valid to put restrictions on what they can download as long as they get lifted over time. i did the same thing on my sister’s ipad so she can only download things that are 8+ because she saw an ad that was very inappropriate and tried to find more games that were “sexy”. i sat her down and explained why that wasn’t okay for her to be watching and she hasn’t tried anything since.

but i still let her have my old ipad, i still gave her space to download the things she wants and to search for things she’s curious about. to completely take that away from anybody is denying them their freedom and she’s only 8. this whole topic is confusing and scary. we’re all trying our best. but if you’re not allowing anything bad to be seen, than how will she learn what is bad and what’s good in the first place?

this is kinda long and all over the place so i’m sorry. i’ve deleted things and reassembled them over and over because i have so many thoughts about young people and the internet!! but you can’t take away something everyone else has, your sister will only find another way to get it. which is why i say communication is the best way to go about it.

[mxltifxnd0m]

imagine sam being a hypervigilant parent when his kids start using the internet bc when he was like 12 he used to go in chat rooms and play games with other people (who he supposed to be his age ofc bc he’s smart) and he met someone who he thought was a rlly pretty girl who understood him and was totally hot wanted to meet him and they were in the same area but they never ended up meeting bc he left town on the day it was all supposed to go down (he begged john to stay but john is a cunt so he was like “naur”) and like a few days or weeks later (however long it’d take to forget it) there’s a news report on a child trafficking ring that’d got busted and if they showed the photo they used to try catfish ppl sam would be like “shit” in his head and he never talked to anyone about it because he thought ppl would see him as stupid.

anyways cut forward to now and ur like proper confused as to why he’s so hypervigilant like “urm why r u such a helicopter parent around the kids” obvs you’d be protective too but he’s a different breed

also side note he kept them off the internet until like they started middle school and even then he was reluctant, if he had the full say he wouldn’t have allowed them on the internet until high school

yeah then he tries to keep it from u bc he’s scared you’ll see him as less masculine and more stupid so you two drift until it kinda turns into a big(ish) argument but eventually in bed after the kids have gone to sleep u ask him and play with his hair and he breaks down and tells you everything and how he still thinks about it to this day and you just comfort him as he holds you suffocatingly tight, like veins are visible he’s using that much force and his biceps are flexed and his boob is twitching like in that one scene in s1 where he’s shirtless fresh out the shower (i heard it’s a nervous twitch idk) but yeah and you just make him feel loved and comforted through and through

then when the kids are old enough for the story to be comprehensible to them he tells them and they understand and make sure they’re careful (obvs there’s still gonna be arguments bc they’re teenagers but ygm)

-💽

oh god this is going to break my heart T_T but i could believe this happening to sam because he probs would have unrestricted internet access when he had the chance to be on a computer in the local library so he would be playing games and going on chat rooms. but lets not forget that his boy is 12 and doesn't exactly know the rules of the internet since they weren't well established at the time.

but yeah i think he would have a negative outlook and berate himself for being naive and so trusting of people on the internet and it puts him off of chat rooms and any kind of social media. and im of the mindset that he wouldnt be a fan of dating apps because we all know the catfish rate on those loll

ooh yeah he would be so anal about having screen time for your kids and limits them and has parental control on all of his kids devices and checks it constantly for what your kids are doing and you figured that this was just for his peace of mind but you thought it was a bit excessive but you let it happen. but yeah i agree the fact he'd try to keep them off of the internet as long as possible but his kids are smart and are able to work around it (they just go to you if they need help with it and what not) but he knows its inevitable that his kids need to use it for school and what not.

ooh i could see this becoming a big argument because he might become really overbearing with his kids and being paranoid about who's out there on the internet and he's kept this to himself for so long (he hasn't even told dean about this) and when you do argue about it, he eventually blows up and admits to what almost happened to him when he was younger and you let him talk it out and comfort him. now you know why he's been overbearing with the kids and them being online.

ughh please don't put that in my mind because i will start clawing at the enclosure i get put in when i see a half-naked sammy (i will be putting this key detail in my next smut fic trust lol) but yes he just needs to hold you as he calms down and falls asleep as you coo in his ear telling him he's safe and loved and other warm sentiments as the two of you calm down from the argument and all of the big emotions that were expressed that night.

and yeah i fully believe that he tells his kids about his experience when they're older so they can understand the full gravity of the danger on the internet. they would be understanding just like their father but before he admits it to them, they're definitely stubborn and they kinda roll their eyes at him being like 'we know what we're doing' and being stubborn little shits like him lol

[goldenhourhimbo]

chiclet update under the cut

I debated not writing anything about this because who needs another person trauma dumping on the internet but also…I love being here and I love how much we can care about people who are relative strangers to us. I’m so grateful for this community and the friends it’s given me.

Close to two weeks ago at a regular appointment my obgyn suspected there was something not right with Baby A. Baby B was on track and had all the appropriate markers, but A did not. She suspected it was a fatal condition but we were immediately referred to a high risk obgyn the next day for confirmation with a warning to not get our hopes up.

He confirmed what we already knew, A would not survive. The condition she had was extremely rare, a 3 in 10,000 chance with no known cause.

Unfortunately, due to the laws my state, my only option here was to carry both to delivery knowing A would pass within hours, not to mention the emotional and physical trauma of carrying two babies to term knowing one wouldn’t survive.

We were referred to a second high risk obgyn in a state with laws that allowed them to help us. Yesterday we were able to meet with them and receive care that would allow me to continue carrying B as a single pregnancy.

There were no complications and B is still looking great and healthy. We were told she was being a “show off” for the ultrasound tech yesterday and they were able to get a very good look at her.

I am thankful we were in a position to be able to access care. I am furious at the reality this country has forced us into. I am so sad we lost A but so hopeful B will come to us safely.

I wanted to update her internet aunties (gn) and say thank you for the love and kindness you all have shown me the past couple of weeks. Sometimes, people are good. 💕

[argyrocratie]

(...)

TFSR: One thing I didn’t ask. One thing about the reader is, this is a very inexpensive collection. The PDF is available online. I wonder if you could talk about the copyright issues. I know that some people, in particular under capitalist white supremacy, there’s concerns about paying, for instance, Black intellectuals and Black writers for the work that they do. Can you talk about copyrights and how that works into the either the collage or the reader?

Mutt: The cover of the book are collages from Black Autonomy, the magazine that people like Greg Jackson, JoNina Ervin, Lorenzo Ervin, were involved in. As people have uploaded those scans, I’ve printed off the magazines and made them into new collages as the cover. And in the back are some anarchists in Sudan in 2021. People have asked me this, like “Oh, would you not have rather donated X amount of money to each one of these authors?” But it’s 50 authors, and that would have meant the thing would have cost like thousands to produce, and that means no one gets to access these things. I think, especially as anarchists, we should reject this rather like, liberal approach where everyone gets paid for their work type thing. Nobody in the process of this book gets paid. I don’t make a penny off of it. Seditionist, the distribution group, all their money goes to a mutual aid fund, and then the group itself to pay for more things to print. If you see us in person, you can get the book for free.

We’re very deliberately anti-profit. For me part of what’s frustrated me for a long time was lots of content that I want to share, you have to pay loads of money to access. As well as this. Most of the content in the book is zines, and they’re already online for free. It’s kind of like an unwritten rule that nobody owns a zine. You make something like, it’s like 24 pages and the PDFs on the anarchist library. It belongs to everyone at that point. For me, I’d rather not get paid for my work. When I make a second volume of this, people were saying, “Oh, do you want to get a cut commission wise?? I’m like, nope. I don’t want any money for this stuff. Power corrupts and money does the same thing. If I got to the point where I’m gatekeeping my work behind someone having to owe me X amount of money, It’d be ridiculous. I would love to see another group print this book again and then not credit us. That’s fine. I want this stuff to be out there. Regardless of if it’s owned by somebody in some abstract way.

TFSR: Yeah. Maybe it’s mental gymnastics but the collective profit versus the individual profit, right? You want these ideas to be out there and people to be working off of them and improving on them. Just like language or just like ideas generally work in the world, you know?

Mutt: I really think knowledge should be something everybody owns and everyone’s responsible for. When you publish something, in my opinion, you’re kind of giving it away. Obviously, you know, your DMs to your friends shouldn’t get leaked to the internet. The things you deliberately don’t post online and don’t post on your blog, they belong to you, but once it goes in the public domain, that’s where it should stay. Copyright is this all encompassing, like, frankly fucking counter-insurgency force. It’s this thing where so many radical histories are locked behind, 30, 40 dollar books you can’t purchase. It’s this incredibly frustrating experience where someone’s like, “Oh, this is a great article. It only costs $8 to access” or something like that. It drives me to no end.

I wouldn’t want to work with publishers that do copyright. Like people say, “Oh, why don’t you pitch this to AK Press or PM Press?” I generally said “I’m not going to work with anybody who copyrights their work”. That’s just me. I would never want to work with anybody who did that. I can understand the motivation behind it. I get that they pay their authors, and I respect that. People who work with them, good for you. Get get your bag. I don’t respect copyright at all.

The physical books, I understand charging money for them. We live in capitalism and things cost money, but PDFs are a byproduct of making a book. It’s not extra work making a PDF. It’s the opposite. You make a PDF, they turn into a book. If I was demanding people give me, I don’t know, retina scans of themselves, this completely different thing, you know, but when you make a piece of printed media, the byproduct is its digital version, and you should just put that up free in my opinion.

(...)

Mutt: I got into anarchism for the punk scene, and I ran record labels for years. I used to work seven days a week at supermarkets so I could pay to get records pressed and I’d give them away. I was always like, “Oh, you can’t afford the $10 price? Just take the record and go home. It’s fine.” Copyright’s always is my biggest enemy. Always. Even working with artists, they’d be like, “Oh, well, I didn’t want you to press 8,000 copies. Any more, I’ll sue you. Like, all right. It’s punks, but, yeah.

TFSR: I’ve definitely known some small distros that made their money off of bootleg t-shirts and stuff like that.

Mutt: I love it. Love it. Some people in Seditionist that’s their background- the punk scene and making bootleg stuff. It’s a big thing because once you put something out like a record or a logo, it’s everybody’s at that point.

TFSR: Did you hear that Crass?

Mutt: Yeah, that’s it literally Crass. They’re so crass about it, the fact that they wrote these albums that are deliberately played badly, and they made the music that they said that they didn’t put any effort into.

TFSR: And collage all over the place.

Mutt: Yeah! Huge influence on my art style. The people from Crass did the record covers, and those massive jackets. They’re really cool. But then they reissued the records, and they take them off of YouTube, and then they charge $30 for them. When it came out it was $3. Like, three pounds. I’m like, what? What are you guys doing?

TFSR: Retired.

Mutt: That’s the thing. Washed up punks. Gotta watch out for them. They’ll come get you. I’m sure when I’m 90, I’ll be on the virtual version of The Final Straw, being like, “I’m gonna get the rights back to my PDFs.”

TFSR: Yeah, all that stuff that I stole, I’m stealing it back.

Mutt: I’m gonna go people’s houses, like “Give me my book back. You didn’t pay enough for at the time.” Oh yeah. Down with copyright,"

[evil-scientist]

Thought experiment: If you send them back earlier enough, could a modern-day concert be enough to take over a major civilization?

so the idea is that we take a typical large music concert and we send them back in time to a point where they could have the potential to take over or at least have massive influence over an earlier society or civilization, and maybe even impact the archaeological record.

For the sake of having fun with this we’re gonna make a few assumptions about this scenario:

- time travel rules work in such a way as they wouldn’t be erased if they change history too drastically

- everyone in the concert such as the band, the concertgoers, and the staff are all 100% loyal and have near perfect coordination

- they have access to the internet for three days only. after that it gets cut off (and they’re aware of this)

- the concert is decently big, at least 100,000+ people

So if we add up what goes into a typical big concert, we have:

- security

- concertgoers, all of whom are loyal followers of the band (cannon fodder)

- the band (figurehead of the movement)

- lots of tech such as short-range radio for staff, lights and special effects, computers and phones.

- anything the staff need behind the scenes like vehicles to move stuff around, materials to construct the stage, etc.

- technicans to handle all the technology they have

- maintenance and construction crew who probably built the stage and did other manual labor stuff

- event organizers and managers (good at administrative tasks and management of resources)

[mystery-star]

(K)night in Black Armor (Part 28) – Spock (Mobster!AU)

Pairing: Spock x reader

Warnings: mentions of death, sickness,

Words: 3479

All parts: Series Masterlist

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“Spock! What the fuck are you doing? Spock! That’s not the time for fits of anger! Do you know what you’re doing?! Spock!”

“I am trying to minimalize the damage” suddenly he stopped, had a checking look before he dropped the tool and pulled you back upstairs “Disconnect your phone and laptop from the Wi-Fi if you want to keep it”

“Please what? Spock, what’s wrong with you?”

“Do as I said” you were shocked by his tone so you only gave a nod and did as he said, also switching off the devices. Then you went to his office where you found Spock typing commands on his computer and had a look at the phone with the countdown, which now was down at 2 minutes 51 seconds. You swallowed and placed your hand on his arm. Then he took the flash drive he had chosen, looked at you and put the stick into the respective interface on his computer. Then he opened a file that was on the drive. In curiosity, you looked at him, watching how he took out a tablet from the second drawer and switched it on.

“Spock!” you shouted when you saw how random letters and numbers and symbols littered the monitors. But he didn’t seem impressed and kept looking at the countdown phone

“Please let it work” he silently pleaded

“Work what? What’s wrong with your computer?” he didn’t reply but when the countdown disappeared on the phone you let out a muffled cry of success before getting to work on his tablet, typing commands in a speed that you couldn’t even read the words you understood. Finally, he bit his lip and seemed done. Slowly, the numbers on the phone disappeared and you saw the countdown again, just that it had stopped zero minutes, 43 seconds. “Spock?” you asked when it really stayed at that number before the screen went darker and finally switched off completely “What does that mean? What-what happened? Is it defused? Did it work?” he still said nothing and took the phone, dropping it to the floor and crushing it with his boot. “Spock!” you shrieked, grabbing his arm “Am-am I safe or-or?” when he didn’t reply, you shook him “Did it work? We’re talking about my life!” then, he seemed to out of his stiffness and he pulled you against his body, pressing you as close as possible.

“Yes” he finally choked out “the bomb is deactivated” he sounded out of breath and you let out a happy squeal, mixed with a sigh of relief. After a while, you looked up at him, leaning up to place a loving kiss on his lips

“I knew you could do it” you whispered and stroked his face “Spock, you’re really hot”

“You often say that” he chuckled

“No, your skin is so warm” you placed the back of your hand on your forehead “And you’re sweating? Are you okay?”

“It was just the nervousness and perturbance” he assured you, taking your hands in his and pressing a kiss to each of them before letting go of them.

“What did you even do?”

“Connected the phone to the internet of the computer and sent it a virus over it so that I could access the programming of the bomb countdown”

“Oh. What about your computer?” it still had the numbers on it “Does it have a virus too?”

“Yes”

“But it’s your own virus… I mean… you made it, right?”

“Not quite. It would be too dangerous to continue using it” he let out a chuckle “Bones always used to joke that I loved my computer more than you. Now he has the proof that I do not”

“What about the Azienda? Did you send it to them too?”

“No that is why I have been in the server room”

“You cut the Internet connections”

“Indeed”

“But doesn’t that ruin business?”

“Perhaps cause a damage of a couple ten thousand to a few hundred thousand dollars. Plus another few thousands to restore the infrastructure. I did tell Jim to install redundant servers to minimize data loss but he wouldn’t listen”

“Oh”

“What is wrong?”

“You- you did that all because of me” he cupped your face

“I could not lose you”

“You guess you’ll be in trouble for cutting the servers off?” the telephone on his table rang and he looked at you after he glanced at the number

“At least I suppose they noticed” he cupped your face and pressed a kiss to your forehead “Perhaps you should go upstairs” you only gave a nod and squeezed his hand before you threw a last glance at the mess on the table and went upstairs.

-

Of course you wondered what Spock had because he had thrown a glance into your room after the phone call and told you that there were a few things he had to take care of. You had offered him your help because it was your fault after all but he refused, saying you should make yourself a nice evening, order some food and do something to relax. He didn’t seem to care about your protests that you wanted to enjoy your evening with him and not alone. The only thing that helped a bit was the fact that he stayed at home, probably plugging in the server cables he had not cut. So you cooked something for the two of you and ate your portion in front of the TV before you went to the basement with a plate for him.

 “Spock? Are you still here? I thought you might be hungry” you got no answer “Spock?” then you saw him kneeling and leaning against one of the racks “Oh there you are” you walked closer but he didn’t’ respond “Spock?” you put the plate down and sat down beside him, gently shaking him. It was of no use so you shook him harder, crying his name. The only thing you achieved was that he tilted and fell into you, unconscious. With a gasp you checked his temperature again and he felt even hotter, also the sweat was still there. “Spock?” you started to get scared and held your hand under his nose to see if he still was breathing, which he luckily was. Not sure what to do, you cradled him against your chest and stroked his hair while you were crying. Then you swallowed and got up, gently putting him on the floor “Hold on, I’ll get help” you promised and ran upstairs, taking your phone and switching it on. Now you were glad that you had switched it off. “Bones!” you shouted after dialing the number.

“(Y/N)? How can I help?”

“It’s Spock… he’s hot and sweating and he fell unconscious I guess”

“He what? When did he faint?”

“No idea. He’s been in the server room the last hour or so. I found him there. But I noticed his temperature and sweating earlier. About three hours ago”

“Do you have any idea what it could be?”

“N-no… I mean a computer virus really can’t affect people?”

“Of course not. Despite the fact he’s thinking and working like a machine. But don’t worry, I’m on my way” you only made an agreeing sound and gave a sad nod. You went back to the server room, placing his head in your lap until Bones arrived. “Help me getting him upstairs to the couch” you nodded and did as he said. “Let’s see what’s up with you” while he was working he was asking what he had been doing in the past hours, what he had eaten or if he’d been exposed to any kind or substances he shouldn’t be.

“No. Nothing. Unless something happened while he was away with Medusa. I mean before he came here to defuse the bomb”

“I see. Did he get injured during the fight?”

“No, not really, he got hit a few times. And the small cut on his upper arm”

“Was it Medusa who cut him?”

“I-I guess so, why?”

“Damn it Spock, you stupid idiot”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“Do you know what Medusa means?”

“The monster from Greek mythology that turned men into stone?”

“Yes, but it’s also Italian for jellyfish”

“So?”

“There’s a class of jellyfish called box jellyfish. They’re venomous”

“You-you’re saying he’s poisoning him?”

“He tries that with most of his victims. Which arm was it?”

“The right one” you said with tears in your eyes. Bones tore down the leave and you saw that the wound looked different. The bandage was gone but instead he had attached a ziptie to his arm above the injury.

“You stupid dimwit” Bones muttered “You should have called me right away. That’s not the time to play hero”

“What-what can we do?”

“It’s probably too late for this but please bring me some vinegar” you gave a nod and hurried to the kitchen and got what he wanted. The doctor poured some of it onto a towel which he attached to Spock’s arm.

 “Will he make it?”

“I’m quite sure he will. It’s not always deadly, you know? And Spock also has been taking small doses of the venom to make himself immune. At least he tried to”

“You’re saying it could be worse?”

“Yes. But in his case I’m quite sure he’ll just suffer for a few days” he let out a snort “Which is funny. Because for other humans, the venom is more harmful and he just gets unconscious and maybe vomits some hours with a few other symptoms. But if you give that guy a hot chocolate, he’ll almost die on you too”

“His allergies are no fun and neither is his injury”

“I know” you looked down

“I think he saved my life several times today”

“And he’d do it again just after he wakes up. Heard he blew up his computer to save you from the tiny bomb?”

“He put a virus on it so that the phone with the countdown got it”

“Damn. I’d have never thought he’d go that far with his beloved computer. That shows he’s really in love with you”

“I know” you said, taking your husband’s hand. “Can you do something for him?”

“Maybe later. I’ll stay here for the night but it would be good if you could have an eye on him too. I bet that once he wakes up he’ll want to go to the bathroom and stay there for the next hours”

-

Bones was right. Shortly after Spock had woken up, he staggered to the bathroom where he vomited into the toilet. When he was done, the doctor came back to check up on him again and ask him a few questions before leaving again. But Spock stayed bent over the toilet for the rest of the night and you stayed with him, even though you suddenly fell asleep. In the middle of the night you woke up again when you felt something touching you. Slowly, you opened your eyes and saw that Spock had put a blanket over you.

“You’re unbelievable” you muttered

“You should go to bed” he replied, stroking your hair

“No way. In good and bad times, remember?”

“Technically, our oaths have been slightly different”

“I don’t care. I’m staying” you moved closer, placing a hand on his shoulder “How are you feeling?”

“A bit better than earlier”

“Can I do something for you? Would you like some food?”

“That can wait until the morning” you gave a nod and nuzzled his back

“Why did you tell no one?”

“If I had, Bones would have treated me right away. But I was certain that Medusa or Seth would plan revenge and I wanted to be there to help you” you shook your head in disbelief

“Then why not calling Bones after I was saved?”

“I had to minimalize the damage I have caused but I suppose I was weaker than I believed”

“Yeah, seems so. Promise me that next time you’ll get help sooner.”

“I will try to”

“That’s the best I’ll get, huh?”

“It is”

“You really are something. And I don’t think I’ve thanked you enough for what you did for me yesterday”

“There is no need to. I promised to protect you and this I did”

“You were ready to sacrifice yourself”

“If you recall, you too have not listened to me when I told you to flee and remained behind to help me”

“Fair enough” you chuckled “Can I at least bring you some water?”

“I would not say no to this”

-

Bones had cooked Spock a light breakfast; a vegetable broth with potatoes. To your relief, Spock ate more than you thought he would and went to the couch afterwards instead of the bathroom. You sat down beside him, leaning your head against his shoulder and falling asleep again. But when the door opened you woke up again. It was Jim and you swallowed he looked at both of you and gave a nod

“How are you two doing?”

“I’m good” and Spock explained that he was feeling a lot better. Your hand slipped into Spock’s “Is he in trouble now?”

“For what?”

“His revenge act against the Romulanos and the server incident”

“It was just money. He already said he’d cover at least half of the damage he caused and takes care of the repair costs for the hard- and software. The two bodyguards are not a problem anymore. The only ones who truly cared were Seth and Medusa… which is the bigger problem”

“Jim” Spock said and his glance fell to you

“I know. But that she has to know” Jim ran his hand over his face “Medusa died in the course of the night. We don’t know if he poisoned himself of if it was the injury. In that moment, some Romulanos are at the Stella and seem pissed that no one’s there they can vent their anger on.” you swallowed and looked down. Spock placed a hand on your back rubbing it gently

“And now? What do we do?” you wanted to know

“I’m sorry” Jim said “But we can’t discuss that with you. In fact, Spock won’t even help because he’s sick and the mess is his responsibility. But he deserves an update on what’s going on. Besides, I still value his inputs.”

“I see” you gave a nod and kissed Spock’s cheek before you went upstairs.

-

As far as you could judge the situation with the Romulanos seemed pretty good. At least your friends could return to the Stella only three days later and Spock assured you that you didn’t need to fear anything for the moment. Of course you were curious what they had done but you doubted you’d hear it. After all, you currently had other problems right now. Well, it wasn’t a problem but it had been five years since you had gotten your hormone spiral for birth control and you now needed something new. Since it concerned him too, you discussed it with Spock but he was quite unhelpful because he said it was your decision in the end and you could use the method you preferred. A part of you even wanted to ask if he thought that contraceptives were necessary at all or if he wouldn’t care if you got pregnant. After some consideration, you finally chose the contraceptive patch. At least Spock accompanied you to a gynecologist, so that you could discuss the details and get the prescription for it. Much to your horror, the doctor asked you to undress for the examination. But you successfully could avoid one after about ten minutes of discussing but you had to plan another appointment in two weeks, with a female doctor.

“You should not have made such a fuss” Spock said when you were in the car on your way home

“Oh? Judging by your look you were that close to snapping his neck when he started talking about the bimanual palpation. Maybe I just wanted to save his life”

“(Y/N), I understand that it is unknown to you because you have not been examined like this before but it is for your own good”

“Is that a reference to the fact that I worked at the Stella? Suddenly that bothers you?”

“It does not bother me. I only want to ensure that you are alright”

“Well I am”

“Does the thought of the examination make you uncomfortable?”

“Dunno… it shouldn’t… but it does”

“It is no shame. I will come with you if you want” you shrugged

“Only if you promise not to hurt her if she hurts me”

“I hope it will not hurt you at all”

“How about you do a quick-study in the two weeks to be able to perform the examination yourself? After all I only had some ‘unofficial’ examinations before and all we need to know is that I’m healthy. No need that at doctor needs to know it”

“You would let me perform it?”

“Fuck’s sake yes. More than anyone else. Why wouldn’t I?” you placed your hand on his

“Besides, there will need to be an appointment where you have the spiral removed” you groaned before you opened the package of your patches to read the information leaflet. 

“We’ll probably have to use condoms for a while too that the contraception really works” you said quietly

“That does not matter” he squeezed your hand.

“Maybe I’m just scared because I remember how much putting the spiral in hurt. I got in the year I was eighteen, before my birthday. Once I was of age, I didn’t want to work because I was scared sex would hurt just as much” he looked at you and part of you thought he’d say or ask something but he didn’t, instead giving your hand another squeeze.

-

At the beginning of April, Spock approached you, saying that there was some kind of annual meeting for mobsters of all the San Francisco families and asked if you wanted to accompany him.

“But the Romulanos?”

“It is a peaceful meeting… as long as nothing is provoked. It is like an ant jar”

“Huh?”

“If you put two kinds of desert ants in a jar nothing will happen. However, as soon as the jar is shaken, they will attack and kill each other”

“Oh. Have you ever experienced something like this?”

“Once, when I was a fourteen”

“What happened?”

“I am not allowed to give you too many details, however, I had just joined the Vulcano family officially and my father took me to the meeting because he was the advisor of our boss. I never knew what exactly happened that the situation escalated but all of a sudden everyone had a weapon and shooting ensued. Some tried to escape, others honored the codex and helped the women out first. So did I and was bringing out one of the Romulano women. Someone came after us and in our fight, in which also my father engaged in, she was killed”

“Oh no. Did you know who it was?”

“Not in the beginning. She got injured and my father told me to get her into safety. I tried to and when I was outside, I was approached by Medusa. He seemed to believe I was responsible for her death. Respectively blamed me for not having been able to save her”

“She was his wife” you concluded “That’s why he hated you” he gave a nod “And that’s why you didn’t want me to be a part of the mission… because you feared he’d find out who I am and get revenge”

“Yes” he nodded

“But if I came to this meeting… do you think something would happen to me?”

“I doubt they would attempt such a thing during the sit-down. We all know that it could start a war between the families. It is a gathering that is supposed to be peaceful and keep the peace between us as well as possible”

“I guess I’d like to come. I mean… wouldn’t it look bad if you didn’t bring me? Like you don’t trust them?”

“Perhaps. This could be a reason our wives are there as well, to prove that we are not planning something” you shrugged

“Well, I guess I need a dress for the occasion. I’ll go check my wardrobe” you wanted to run upstairs but he caught your arm.

“Wait. I thought we could go and buy you one”

“Oh. Sounds great. Of course only if it doesn’t end with sex in the changing room again”

“First of all, that was in a sex shop, and secondly, you did enjoy it”

“I was fucking terrified” you shook your head “God, sometimes I wonder what happened to the guy that would blush when he saw me naked”

-

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Enhypen going to your piano recital 🎹 🎵

Paring→ Enhypen x Female Reader

Warnings→ Reader tripping, teasing, hitting, Sunghoon and Niki being a tease to Female Reader

Note→ Uh, I wanted to write this because I played piano when I was younger and it was a horrible experience so I kinda forgot. 💀 Don’t get me started with the title names I’ve got on my piece I had to play-

Wc→ 651

Heesung (희승)

This guy….he’ll literally do anything to support you. Which means getting the best seat to see you perform. He would be clapping for the other performers, but when it was your turn he started to jump in his seat excitedly and clapped 100x more. He was happy the entire time after you played. But the only thing he didn’t like is when he couldn't go backstage to see you close up, but whatever next time he’ll find a way. 🙂

Jay (제이)

Lol he would buy you treats for you and a bouquet that is twice the size of a normal one. He would try to go backstage but got declined for trying to bribe the people that are guarding the backstage that he has ‘VIP’ access to see you, and you only <3. He would definitely smirk after your performance while giving ‘that is my partner’ look. Would take you out on a date after. You wondered, all of that for a piano performance? But you wouldn’t mind at all-

Jake (제이크

He would bring a sign. Jake, this isn’t a concert but okay-. The sign would have your name with hearts, stickers, glitter, colorful stuff, you name it. Jake would be so honored to go to your performance. Would cling onto you after your performance. He. would. Not. let. Go. Literally. But could you blame him? He was just so proud of you and amazed with your piece and visual-.

Sunghoon (성훈)

STOP, he would lowkey shush people if they are talking during your lovely performance. In awe with you, honestly couldn’t care less about other people playing. He would focus on you the whole time. Wouldn’t show much emotion with others though 😔. He wouldn’t show much emotion during your performance but behind doors he is going to cuddle and praise you. You had to get used to his switching personality cause you always get confused if he is the same person out in public.

Sunoo (선우)

OH MY GOSH HE WOULD BE SCREAMING, CRYING, CLAPPING, JUMPING UP FROM HIS SEAT WHEN YOU FIRST COME ON STAGE AND LEAVING THE STAGE. But he will try and remain calm. He is a bit shy but he would have a big smile on his face! Would drag the members to watch you. The members were clapping after you played but Sunoo on the other hand…..he threatened them to clap louder for you. “Woah Sunoo what’s with the switch?” Sunghoon teased. Sunoo would just ignore him because he is watching you STUNNINGLY. Would run up to you and hug the crap out of you. This mochi will spoil you after! 

Jungwon (정원)

This cat perked up when you said that you were having a performance. He would smile at you while you played. Would praise you and give you small trinkets that remind him of you. “This rock reminds me of you?” You spoke. Jungwon just nodded silently at you and hugged you, rubbing his hair against your neck which made you giggle. Would cuddle you after <3 (Got inspired by my other post, Why do I keep on writing less for Jungwon???? He is literally my bias wrecker)

Niki (西村力)

Naw he didn’t even know you played piano.😐 Really? The piano in your place, he didn’t bat an eye at it? Niki, hello do you have eyes?  Would raise his brow at you to say, you play piano…? You smacked the living daylights out of him. He apologized to you and went to see you play. He would smile at you when you finished. You got caught off guard because THE NISHIMURA  is smiling at you all of a sudden? You ended up tripping on air- 🙂 Niki would definitely laugh and would non stop tease you. You threatened him to stop or else you aren’t going to tell him the next time you play. 

I’m literally editing this, freezing during a snow storm rn in my house so I need to finish this before my internet gets cut out 😋♥︎