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evilminji · 11 months ago

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Pondering Doors Again >.>

Thinking about a concept I saw in a Manhwa. "Dungeons feed of the death that occurs within them" and how the Protagonist went "alright, Bet. A stable and prosperous society for outcasts has a LOT of Death! What with the need to eat food and people growing old and thus, inevitably, at least SOMEONE dying every day".

Because FARMING is and always has been a slower but more profitable way to accumulate food then Hunting. More reliable too.

And? What better way too feed your hunger(HungryHungryHUNGRYItHurtSIMSO-) then by BECOMING a Trap Door? Not every ghost looks human. Not every ghost WANTS too.

Maybe you want to Live. Yes, you are fighting, fighting, fighting. Not even Death can take you. But given half a chance? Given the infinite freedom of the Zone and all of Time stretched out before you? Do you? WANT to think anymore? WANT to keep fighting FOREVER for every scrap of food to fill your endless NEED for food? Your obsession with being full?

You can stop.

Like meditation.

Instead of MAKING a Lair... become one. You could always change your mind, if you felt like it. Souls rarely if ever DO, but you COULD. Then? You wait.

There are house ghosts. Dwellings that die. You blend right in. Are you angry? Vengeful? Do you blame the world? Perhaps you'll call them in. Like Hansel and Gretel. Look upon my house made of candy, children. Isn't it tempting? Isn't it sweet? Come closer. Listen to my siren song.

Chomp.

But, maybe you are tired. Hungry. Old bones and cold, barren soil. Barely the strength to paint gaudy veneers over straining, decaying wood. Like long abandoned circuses. You try for the appearance of cheer, but your tattered visage. betrays you. Yet, just like them, while you may not be able to entice those you truely wish to come? Vermin find safety and comfort in your walls.

And is that not how nature heals? First the weeds? The insects and vermin? Little things that build to great forests over time? Blobs hide within in you. Safely out from underfoot. What do they care, if you can not provide them scenery? You are safe. And they? They feed you in turn.

Like little worker bees. Drifting out, gorging on ectoplasm, and returning. Nesting safely inside you, they radiate that Ectoplasm and leech it into the Lair around them. You feed. And Feed. And FEED.

You make more places to hide for them. Bushes. Trees. You only half remember them now, so the colors are off and the forms shakey at best. The blobs do not care. More flock to you in response. You grow stronger. Make more trees.

You finally, FINALLY attract a curious and skittish ghost. They linger by the entrance. Watching. Uncertain. They know traps and hunters hide out here. Who would leave a perfectly good Lair up for grabs? This is a trick. A nasty little trap. Right? It has to be! Their luck can not be this good.

But it is. Because bottom feeders find each other all the time. Lairs that have little to offer and Ghosts who couldn't possibly defend anything worth keeping. All the Zone is stronger then them, why not be weakling together?

And they always take the chance. Because hope is eternal.

Inching forward in a cautious float, ready to dash away, they eventually realize the Lair really IS up for grabs. It really CAN be theirs. Which of course... means they have to fix it up of course! They are THRILLED. Look at all this ROOM! Why, these trees are LOVELY. A good start! They just gotta tweak THIS and then THAT aaand... there we go! Oooh, now over THERE would be a great place for a- *excited muttering*

And a proper ghost? MUCH better at bringing in Ectoplasm then a blob. Then dive in and out, fetching plants to transplant, decorations, building supplies. They invite their friend to crash with them. Become roommates. Their roommate gets a partner. They meet someone. Eventually somebody has a kid. And so on and so on.

All the while, they are feeding their Lair. Do they know it's not a NORMAL Lair? Yeah. They aren't dumb. Blobs disappear sometimes, if no one leaves for too long. House ghosts don't do that (or so they're told). But? They aren't powerful ghosts. They are weak ones. They CAN'T defend one of the nice spots from jerks who want to take it.

But a Lair that can defend ITSELF? And doesn't seem to want to eat them? Meh. Whatever works, man.

And you know what happens? Eventually, you reach a sustainable mass tipping point. Enough ghosts, set up in houses and cabins and castles and caves. All within a single Trap Lair. That they radiate enough ectoplasm to sustain the Lair itself. Enough that it can FINALLY pull the infamous and legendary "never leave" trick.

What is that trick?

Simple! You are a ghost. You'd kinda like an apple. You get up to leave you Lair to go get one. Oh, hey, an apple tree! That's new. Oh, these are really good! You sit back down. You never leave. Why would you leave? You are happy and have everything here. Your friends and family are here. Have another cake. Sit back down.

That is the trick.

The Trap of the sort of Trap Door.

They are known as Honey Traps. Heaven's Gates. Dream Doors. And they build slow to become quite dangerous. Entire cities exsist inside them. Ghosts go in and never come out. The take the energy you produce, small kernel that it is, and feed it back to you. And Ghosts? Efficient generators that they are, produce far more then they are given. Little into more. Little into greater. Building and building.

Until it has the strength to weave dreams.

Trap and entice. Blind and numb you. Bread and circuses for the masses, pay no attention to the bars that keep you here. You LOVE the comfort of your cage! You can leave whenever you want! You just never want too.

The Lair makes certain of that.

@the-witchhunter @hypewinter @hdgnj @mutable-manifestation

#danny phantom #danny phantom prompt #dp prompt #minji's ponderings

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50calmadeuce · 4 months ago

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Ch. 27: The Hotel Restaurant

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts.

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The next morning, as you were getting dressed, Jake watched you from the end of the bed. "I'm serious, Y/N. If anything happens, you call me or Chuck," he said, his tone firm and eyes filled with concern.

You sighed, feeling frustrated as your clothes started to feel snugger. Opting for comfort, you paired the leggings with a long plaid shirt instead of the other one you had in mind. "Yes, Jake," you responded, acknowledging his concern while trying to focus on getting ready for the day ahead.

Jake stood up and walked over to you, his arms gently wrapping around you from behind as he rested his chin on your shoulder and he hands gently placed on your stomach. You felt a thump where Jake placed his hands.

"What was that?" he asked.

"I think it was the baby. I've been reading that I should be feeling kicks soon."

Jake's eyes widened in amazement, and his hands remained in place, eagerly waiting for another sign of life. Sure enough, you felt another thump, this time a bit stronger. He looked up at you with a mix of excitement and awe, sharing in the profound moment of realization that the baby was indeed growing and active.

"He sure is strong," Jake commented.

You turned your head to look at him. "Have you seen his parents?"

Jake's eyes twinkled with amusement and pride as he met your gaze. "I guess he's got some good genes," he said, his tone filled with warmth.

You chuckled, feeling the bond between the three of you strengthen with each passing moment. "He's going to be a handful, isn't he?" you said, imagining the future with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

Jake smiled, his hand still resting gently on your belly. "I wouldn't have it any other way," he replied, and the two of you shared a gentle kiss.

Jake sighed, his concern evident. "You be careful today," he said softly, his eyes searching yours for reassurance.

You nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. "I will, I promise," you said, placing your hand over his. "I'll call you if anything comes up."

Jake gave you one last squeeze before stepping back. "Alright, I'll be waiting. And remember, call me or Chuck if you need anything."

With a final kiss, you gathered your things and headed out, feeling his protective gaze on you still after you closed the door.

As you parked the rental truck into the parking spot of the hotel Dorian was staying at, you felt a mix of determination and apprehension as you made your way to the restaurant alone. When you arrived, Dorian was already there, looking a bit more composed than before.

"Morning, Dorian," you greeted him as you sat down.

"Morning, Y/N," he replied, his tone more relaxed. "Ready to get started?"

"Absolutely," you said, pulling out your notes and laptop.

He pointed at a tray on the table. "I had them bring you some decaf coffee. I figured with the baby, that was okay."

"Thanks, Dorian," you replied, appreciating the thoughtful gesture despite the underlying tension from yesterday. You poured yourself a cup of the decaf coffee, savoring its warmth as you prepared to dive into the work ahead.

"We need to verify each data point and ensure our methodology is sound," you reiterated, opening your laptop and pulling up the necessary files.

Dorian nodded, adjusting his glasses and focusing on his own screen. "I've compiled the data here," he said, turning his laptop towards you. "We can start with the initial samples and work our way through."

You stopped, confused, as you reviewed the data. Everything was filled in correctly and made sense. You looked up at Dorian, your brows furrowed. "This isn't the information you gave me yesterday or what you sent Dr. Colson. This is all complete and it makes sense."

Dorian looked taken aback. "What do you mean? This is the same data I provided."

You shook your head, feeling a surge of frustration. "No, it's not. The inconsistencies we saw before aren't here. Something's changed."

Dorian sighed and threw his hands up. "You caught me."

Confusion washed over your face. "What are you talking about?"

He looked frustrated but resigned. "I did it to get you here to Wyoming and to get your husband off my back."

Your confusion turned to anger. "You manipulated data to get me here? Do you realize how unprofessional and unethical that is?"

All of a sudden, your vision started to become blurry and your head began to spin. You looked up at Dorian, alarmed. "What did you do to me?" You slowly started to lean forward and your head collapsed on the table.

Dorian grinned as he stood up. "Someone help me. My wife is pregnant and she just passed out," he yelled.

A hotel worker ran over, concern etched on their face. "Do you need me to call 911?"

"No," Dorian replied smoothly. "She's been having this problem since the pregnancy started. I just need to get her to my vehicle and get her to the hospital to make sure she's okay. It's been a few weeks since this last happened. If you could just grab our laptops and follow me out to my vehicle…"

The worker nodded, quickly gathering the laptops and following Dorian as he carried you towards the exit. Your vision continued to blur, and panic surged through you as you struggled to stay conscious, but failed.

Jake and Chuck walked towards Chuck's rental truck. Jake pulled out his phone and texted you about the four horses they had purchased from the auction and then asked if you wanted to meet for lunch. He watched as nothing happened to indicate that you were texting back. Concern furrowed his brows as he looked at Chuck. "Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure," Chuck replied.

"Can you text Y/N?" Jake asked, trying to mask his growing anxiety.

Chuck nodded and quickly typed out a message, sending it to you. Moments passed, and there was no response. Chuck looked at Jake, his own concern mirroring Jake's. "No reply," Chuck said.

Jake's gut twisted with worry. "Something's not right."

"Sometimes it takes the Doc a bit to text back, Lieutenant."

"Even when she's working on the computer?"

Chuck paused. "Not really. When she's at home, she usually responds promptly unless she's in an online class, but she always gives me a heads-up on her availability."

Jake looked at Chuck. "We need to get to Dorian's hotel. Something's not right."

Chuck nodded and they ran to the rental truck.

Chuck followed Jake into the hotel where Dorian was staying.

Jake approached the front desk.

"Can I help you, sir?" the receptionist asked.

"Yes, is Doctor Dorian Stryker still here? He was in the restaurant with this woman." Jake showed the receptionist a picture on his phone.

"He was, but his wife, the lady in your photo, passed out and he took her to the hospital," the receptionist said.

"His wife? That's my wife!" Jake exclaimed, his concern and anger mounting.

The receptionist shook his head. "No, according to the Doctor, she was his wife."

Jake fixed the receptionist with a serious look. "Did Doctor Stryker mention he had someone else staying with him?"

The receptionist typed on the computer. "He… oh. Doctor Stryker checked out."

"When did he check out?"

"Three hours ago," the receptionist replied.

Jake grabbed his phone and called 911.

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sunder-the-gold · 1 year ago

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Do you think that Scott Pilgrim Takes Off was a series that was written by people who either hate the source material so much that they want to change it or love the source material so much that they want to make improvements to it?

First, I want to make it clear that I'm only strictly answering your question, and I'm not addressing the unrelated question of "Is Scott Pilgrim Takes Off any good?"

Second, a confession upfront. I haven't read Scott Pilgrim or watched the movie. I was definitely interested in watching this animated adaptation as my first introduction to the story, but I currently don't even have my own Netflix account, let alone have watched Takes Off for myself.

But I've been paying attention.

In that linked article, Grabinski, the writer for the 'adaptation', admitted that "There's a lot of ideas I did end up having that Bryan felt were wrong for Scott. Most of them end up in there..." (emphasis mine)

Have you heard about the Criterion of Embarrassment? It's the realization that historians had, that no person or nation would have a reason to record a lie about a great defeat or embarrassment. That if they passed such a story down in monuments, writing, or legends, it must be because they suffered a very real tragedy that they were desperate for their descendants to not repeat.

You may be more familiar with a modern take on the idea, through social media. "Posting your 'L's online", "telling on yourself", or "you could not have paid me to confess that".

Netflix is a corporation, and there is very little difference between a corporation and a nation. They seek profit to survive and grow stronger in a world filled with vicious rivals and would-be allies. Maintaining a strong, confident image keeps rivals from becoming too aggressive, and convinces would-be allies to continue investing support into what seems like a profitable venture.

Grabinski is a servant of Netflix, and will do his master's bidding for money.

Remember all the bullshit that Kevin Smith told the world about Revelations? Market strategy. Profit at any cost. Never admit when someone catches you with your pants down.

I'm not saying you should assume Grabinski's positive claims are lies. If a corporation tells me that grass is green and the sky is blue, I don't immediately assume everything I knew was a lie. That would be paranoid and self-defeating.

But what I will do is step outside to double-check, and see what the corporation may be lying about. The grass may currently be dead-brown, and the sky may currently be storm-green.

Grabinski admits that he asserted his vision in direct, knowing opposition that of the original creator, many times.

The same original creator who would have to sign a Non-Disclosure Agreement with Netflix that would gag him from saying anything negative about a venture into which Netflix invests a lot of money. So we also have to remain skeptical of silence and a lack of counter-claims.

But although we have to take positive claims and silence with a grain of salt, we absolutely should believe someone when they confess something that they would have EVERY REASON to not make up or confess unless it was a genuine fear and embarrassment to them.

"There's a lot of ideas I did end up having that Bryan felt were wrong for Scott. Most of them end up in there…"

"At the end of the day, if I don't feel like I've gotten away with something or like I robbed a bank and I'm not getting arrested, then I kind of feel like I fucked up when I made something anyway."

"There was a very long time where I felt like someone was gonna knock on a door and say, ‘Actually, you guys shouldn't do this.'"

A guilty conscience, by itself, isn't absolute proof of guilt. A conscience can be burdened with unworthy premises.

But this man couldn't reorient his conscience despite working with Bryan on this project for THREE YEARS, while wanting us to believe that he has Bryan's full, uncoerced blessing. And Grabinski can't stop telling on himself.

So we must use those embarrassing confessions as a fork to winnow the chaff from the grain.

"Our rule was that nothing would go on the show that either of us didn't like..." which is a positive claim that directly contradicts the embarrassing confession that Grabinski directly defied the creator "many" times to include things that "felt wrong" for Scott Pilgrim.

"If there's something Bryan didn't think was funny, it didn't go in there." But he'd already confessed to including things Bryan didn't agree with, and everyone can find something funny on its own merits without agreeing that it should be funny or that it belongs in some particular piece of art.

The Test of Love

How do you know someone truly loves something? That they seek to serve it, and not merely to use it?

Jesus of Nazareth had some things to say about love.

When asked what God's most important command was, he didn't just answer that the most important command was to love God. Because anyone could claim they loved God and that everything they did was in service to God. Madmen and monsters have done terrible things 'in God's name'.

So Jesus also told the people what the second-most important command was, because obeying this second command is how you know whether someone truly loves God.

"Love your neighbor as yourself." Because when you hurt God's other children, you are hating God.

What Am I On About?

Netflix does not love Scott Pilgrim if it disrespects Scott Pilgrim fans.

Netflix does not respect Scott Pilgrim fans when it uses False Advertising to avoid the possibility that some of them wouldn't have watched Ramona Flowers Takes Over.

Netflix does not love the fans when it is counting on hurt feelings to drive internet backlash, and for backlash to give it free marketing through Tumblr controversy.

Netflix DOES NOT LOVE. It produces and consumes. It is a corporation, designed to profit and survive.

A corporation will only sell worthwhile products as long as it fears you won't otherwise buy its products. But if you buy its products after it has blatantly lied to you, the corporation loses some of its fear.

It will lie to you again. It will try bigger and nastier lies. Because it does not love you, and you stopped making it fear you.

Netflix already did this with Masters of the Universe: Revelations.

Square-Enix did this with the Final Fantasy 7: Remake.

The corporations are all watching eagerly to see how successful this strategy is. Because none of them love you, and they are always hungry.

A final word: "Even THOSE fans? But I hate those fans!"

I don't think someone who focuses on how Scott Pilgrim is a 'bad person' is superior in any way to someone who denies Scott Pilgrim is a 'bad person'.

I think both sorts of people are myopically using Scott Pilgrim as a way to deny that they are ALSO 'bad people'.

And this meme also applies to what even the other characters of the story conclude about both Scott and Ramona!

"You two deserve each other -- not in the sense that no one else is good enough for either of you, but in that both of you should be quarantined together."

Ramona doesn't deserve a free pass denied to Scott.

If Ramona Flowers can be a good character because she's a 'bad person' who selfishly hurt a lot of people and who has to go through an entire story where she confronts her flaws, makes peace with her past, and tries to improve as a person...

Then Scott Pilgrim was not a crime against humanity for getting VS The World to tell the same sort of story.

Guess what! We're ALL 'bad people' who have selfish desires, who don't fully understand other people or what we're doing to them, and who have to learn how to be better people!

You don't get to point at a main character with real, ugly, human flaws and say "I'm better than him, so he shouldn't exist!"

You don't get to ignore a main character's flaws and say, "He's perfect the way he is and so I have every right to act exactly like him without any criticism!"

Because when you deny you're another 'bad person' like the rest of us, you not only refuse to improve, you become an even WORSE person.

#scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim takes off #sunder says

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cryptid-writing · 7 months ago

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[A different kind of hero]

Warnings: attempted murder, destruction of public property, ?? not sure of anything else.

info: Tension grows as anxiety rises.

A/N: Oh, I finally updated with a new chapter! A happy early birthday from me to all of you.

Chapters: [1] [2] [3]

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[Chapter 4]

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Oscorp. Once again, you are here. And once again, your senses are ringing. A buzz thrumming at the back of your mind, the unease you usually felt now overpowering, making you feel a little ill, but you persisted. Now, standing near the building’s doors, you watched as people went in and out casually, not a worry at all. The lack of any sign of danger was eerily unsettling as the buzz continued.

Pushing your way into the lobby, you took a look around. You had never been inside Oscorp before, well, not properly. To be in a place like this was not something you ever thought you’d find yourself. Gazing around at the people walking to and fro, scientists and office workers passing through glass doors, small groups littered around chatting around the impressive fountain at the center and greenery which hung by the walls and from the ceiling. Your heart picked up its pace, frantically looking around the lobby for where to go, yet forced to speak with the receptionist. A young woman around your age gave you a smile as you strode over to her desk, the area of which had snail stickers, a snail paper weight, and complimentary candy.

“Excuse me, uhm.. Do you..” you racked your brain quickly for an excuse that could get you past the barriers you figured were in place, “Do you know where the bathroom is?” Nice.

The woman appeared surprised for a moment, but merely smiled with a slight chuckle and stood up, a snail pin catching your eye for a moment as the googly eyes on it rattled. You turned your gaze back to the receptionist and looked to where she pointed. In the back corner to the left. You thanked her and headed over briskly.

Spotting the elevators down a nearby little hall, you wasted no time in taking a lift. Ducking away from the restroom as soon as a large group of businessmen walked by and seeing the receptionist looked away to speak with someone else. You slip inside the extravagant doors and press the button for the highest floor.

Anxiety building as each floor passes, awkwardness and a need to cry, but you focused on breathing, an attempt to keep you calm. You didn’t need to panic, you didn’t want to panic. The buzz in your head only got stronger as you continue your ride up and up and up. You were definitely close.

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Weeks.. Otto had been cooped up in that hospital for weeks. The incessant sensation upon his spine from the harness has been eating away at his patience, as was his own mind. He could not stop thinking, stewing on his life. The bullies growing up, the mean kids in school, and now his ever brutal ex-boss. It all came to a boiling point. He'd had enough. He was going to do something to put an end to this mistreatment. The cruelty he endured his whole life.

He was sick of it.

These thoughts played in his mind, fueling his seething hatred for Norman Osborn as he made his way through the lobby. The actuators tucked under the coat he grabbed somewhere along the way, hidden from sight, not wanting to attract much attention as he went to get on the elevator.

Halfway up, his actuators grew restless, clicking, ticking, rising up from under his coat. The itch and buzz at his lower back growing steadily as he neared his stop. He wrung his hands together for a moment, looking around the metallic walls of the lift. Bringing his gaze back down to one of the actuators he lifted a hand, the end of the actuator resting in his palm as he watched in thought.

“Osborn felt jealous of these.. a lack of profit he could have made from my own genius.. If he wants these things so bad.. Fine.” the elevator dinged.

“I’ll give them to him.”

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Norman stood by his desk, listlessly looking over a few papers sprawled out on it, documents, reports, swirling a small glass of coffee in hand. Like a well oiled machine everything was running smoothly and according to plan for his company. Products made, money made. It almost put a smile to his perpetually bitter face. His mood turned to annoyance, however, when an unscheduled knock came to his office door.

He specifically stated not to be disturbed for the next 3 hours.. there shouldn’t be anyone here.

Swirling his drink in hand and taking a sip, he waited. After a moment of silence Norman walked over to the door, muttering in annoyance. As he arrived he heard one more knock and he answered through it.

"Who's there? I'm extremely busy and asked to be left alone!"

Silence again.. but then--

"Really? I recall this being your usual break time, Norman."

That familiar voice which called back from behind the door.. It couldn't be.

Norman quickly sat his drink down on a nearby decorative desk and gripped at the door's handle. In one violent motion he cranked and yanked the gold trimmed mahogany wood open to face what he never thought he'd see again.

"Otto?" He couldn't believe his eyes, he should have been dead! Fear and dread are not what arose in him, but anger. Boiling and brimming. The audacity to survive and still be alive..!

"Oh? So you do know my name. For what reason do you have to be saying it now? No petty little insults or cruel nicknames? I'm sure you have plenty locked away in that ugly little head of yours, Osborn. I’ve heard plenty working here.. towards me, towards others.. towards your own son--"

"Shut it." Norman spoke up, venom dripping from his words, "Get out of my office or I will call the authorities on you. We can all pretend that none of this happened, that you didn’t steal from me and cause expensive damages from that altercation you caused--"

Otto fumed, hands clenching as Norman spoke. Every word was like nails on a chalkboard, grating and droning. The lack of remorse so clear and evident on his face and in his tone. He gritted his teeth and hissed.

"Me? I'm afraid you are gravely mistaken, Osborn. It's not me who is in the wrong here." He stepped closer as he spoke, his tone threatening, as he stepped closer his actuators made themselves known. The glowing, pulsing lighted limbs snaked out from under the coat Otto wore, the ends flaring out and writhing.

He stops.

"It's you."

Before Norman could fully react an actuator lunged toward him, purposefully missing him by mere inches as it slammed into the desk behind him. Norman flinched, his own anger building at the levels of audacity Otto had to be doing this. He stood up straight and marched over toward the shorter man, standing his own ground in his own domain.

"What? Was that supposed to scare me? Even now you can't do one simple job right. Tell me, Otto, why is it that I fired you? Surely you've got a brain in there somewhere to figure that out."

Otto didn't respond, another actuator, instead, shot out, aiming for Norman's legs, trapping him. "What are you doing?!" Norman's words were ignored as the limb curled tighter and tighter uncomfortably to his waist. Lifting him from the ground slowly, Norman’s shouting increasing, demands to be put down among insults thrown at him.. Otto’s head fell towards the floor with a harsh stomp of his boot.. and all in a moment, Norman was slammed into the farthest wall. Norman felt the wind nearly get knocked out of him by the impact, his head rebounding from the force. Otto’s voice now booming, a drastic change from his usual anxious stutter that was nowhere to be heard. All his anger and rage that had built up over the years now finally being released in one violent outburst.

“YOU TRIED TO KILL ME!”

“Fired, killed, what difference does it make--” Norman tried to speak, always trying to have the last word, yet was unable to get much out as he watched Otto approach. A step, two, three-- a few was all he took before he lifted himself by two actuators, hovering just a little above his old boss. The third and final actuator raised itself, the end of it twisting and opening up as it drew close to Norman’s head, revealing a welding device inside the glowing pit at its center. As it began to glow ever brighter, Norman could feel the heat emitting from it, tensing at the anticipation of what is soon to come.

“That’s enough out of you! For too long I have hobbled around doing as you’ve told, being berated and belittled. I have worked harder than anyone else in this forsaken company and all I get out of this is an attempt on my life! For what?! And it’s not just me, either! Oh, no, everyone else is miserable here! And yet, I was singled out among all the rest to be the sick and abused pet of yours! Well, I’m DONE dealing with all of this! I can’t take it any longer! I CAN’T STAND YOU, NORMAN OSBORN!”

Otto accentuated his belted anger with the slamming of the welding actuator into the wall near Norman’s head, the core sending singed papers flying, frames shattering and clattering to the floor. Norman flinched and jerked away in surprise, looking at the destruction, bits of wall falling away as the actuator removed itself and turned to face him, and although it was a foot away, the heat it let off felt as though it were only inches from him. He turned his head, brows furrowed tightly, glaring at his insubordinate ex-employee as though he wasn’t the one seconds from death. He opened his mouth to shout, but Otto spoke up before he could.

“I will not allow someone like you to continue to ruin my life, or anyone else for that matter. I will succeed where you failed, Norman.” The actuator reeled back, the ends curling into a threatening display, the core glowing hot white, the atmosphere around it warping from the intense heat.

“CONSIDER THIS A MERCY--!”

“What the--?!”

Otto paused, noticing Norman’s attention was jolted mid-speech towards something behind him. He turned around to see what it was that had taken Norman’s attention away, actuator following in sync. There, he saw a peculiar sight. A young person in a tan sloth onesie, a puffy green vest, and a bag was standing awkward, having just been spotted in the middle of sneaking around for who knows what reason. Their face was covered awkwardly by two masks, obscuring their identity. What on earth were they doing here? No one should have been up here!

You were frozen, like a deer in headlights as all eyes in the room were drawn to you despite your attempt to remain silent and out of view. You tried to assess the situation, figure out what to do, but from the sounds of it, it looked like far too big of a problem for you to deal with. You could only stand stiff with fear, watching as Otto lowered himself and sent a free actuator over toward you before walking closer just a couple of feet. The actuator bobbed around, floating around you.. almost as if it was examining you.. The finger-like tips were spread, allowing the camera at its core to see clearly, you followed it with your eyes as it twirled, making note of the small shutter shrinking as though squinting.

“Who are you? No one is supposed to be here, not now--” Otto spoke, his anger faltering into annoyance of being interrupted at such a critical moment. A small hint of possible familiarity in his mind as he tilted his head and squinted his eyes at you.

“Uh.. I-I’m..” Your voice was small and meek, trembling with uncertainty, a panic at having to speak. Luckily, you were spared your impromptu spotlight as Otto started to speak again. Unluckily, however--

“It doesn’t matter. Not now--” Otto growled and rubbed at his temples as though a headache had been forming. He looks back up at you, an anger in his eyes. The actuator that had been eying you reeled back, that familiar buzz in the back of your mind returned and you reacted before it lunged. Narrowly avoiding the tentacle-like device as it slammed into a cabinet behind you. You glanced back to see it change path and target you once more.

“Now where do you think you’re going?!” Otto shouted, sending another actuator your way.

“I-I’m not here to fight you! I didn’t come here to cause trouble!” You called back, jumping and dodging the swift limbs trying to swipe at you as you ran around the room.

"If you didn't come here for any of that, then why DID you come here?! I can't have anyone interrupting this!" Otto replied with a growing frustration, his actuators still chasing you as his eyes followed, locking onto your agile form.

You took a few moments to respond, focusing hard on not getting grabbed. Your mind buzzing relentlessly as the limbs kept swiping far too close for comfort. You ran around Norman's desk, ducking down behind the large mahogany colored leather chair before finally speaking up again. Your nerves alight with adrenaline and moderate fear.

"I'm here 'cause I saw the destruction at the hospital-- I-I wanted to know if you were okay-- I don't want anyone to get hurt!" You panted, still not used to exerting yourself so much even despite the boosted stamina that came from your still freshly gifted powers.

Otto was confused, and more so, he was growing more annoyed by the minute. You wanted to know he was okay?

"Don't patronize me. I don't know who you are or why you would even care. You are being a nuisance interfering right now!" He spat.

"But I'm no--" You tried to speak but were cut off by another close swipe of an actuator that snaked its way to your hiding spot. You managed to dodge and slide your way towards the large window that sat just behind Norman's desk. Standing still, your heels tapping the wall just below the window as you eyed the actuator as it rose back up again. You didn't really have any means of escape.. except for the window.. but it was closed.

"I will not say this again." He stepped closer to the desk, the actuator curling itself around the chair behind it, raising it up.

"JUST LEAVE ME BE!"

And just like that, the window was shattered. The chair having been thrown right through it with you narrowly dropping down and out of its trajectory. Shrieking as you fell back to the floor.

"I-- I-I can't-- I-I can't let you just kill someone! P-Please--" Your pleas were frantic, spilling from you like cubes of ice clattering to the floor.

"..You. You don't want me to kill Norman Osborn?" He was almost taken aback, seeing red at this point. Gripping at his head with a boiling rage, his actuators lifting him up as he continued.

"If you 'can't let me kill' him, then you will be the FIRST to go!" And with that, he lunged forward. The actuators smashing into the desk without a care.

You scrambled to your feet and assessed the window as he spoke, your senses picking up on an impending doom. Spotting an open window a few floors down and a window cleaning platform just below. You inhaled sharply to try and calm your nerves in vain over the height you saw. The smashing of the table startled you, whipping your head around just to see and feel the sleek and slender tentacle ram into you.

You couldn't react fast enough to even make a sound.

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A straightforward guide to gaining infinite money in GTA 5 Online without tricks. GTA 5

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Key Takeaways

Understand the core principles of the GTA 5 Online economy and currency types.

Discover the most profitable business investments and passive income streams.

Master the art of heist missions for maximum payouts.

Leverage time-efficient money-making methods to maximize your earnings.

Stay up-to-date with special events and promotions for bonus rewards.

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Understanding the GTA 5 Online Economy Basics

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Currency Types and Their Value

In GTA Online, you have GTA$ (GTA Dollars) and Shark Cards. GTA$ is the in-game money you earn by doing things. Shark Cards are real money buys that give you GTA$.

Knowing how much each currency is worth is key to managing your money well.

Economic Activities Available

GTA Online has many economic activities for you to try. These include heists, businesses, and side jobs. Each one offers different rewards and risks.

Thinking about how much you might make and what you need to start can help you choose where to put your time and money.

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Setting Up Your Money-Making Foundation

Creating a solid financial base is key to making money in GTA Online. By starting right, you set yourself up for success. You'll build a strong criminal empire in Los Santos.

Here are the essential steps to start your GTA Online money-making journey:

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Build an Emergency Fund: Save some of your earnings for emergencies. This fund will help you during tough times or when you spot great opportunities in GTA Online.

Diversify Your Investments: Spread your money across different GTA Online businesses and activities. This reduces risks and boosts your earnings, making your financial base stronger.

By taking these steps, you'll create a solid base for your GTA Online money-making empire. This will help you rise to the top of the criminal world.

https://youtube.com/watch?v=Qc7WaWe9z_AInitial InvestmentPotential ReturnRisk Level$100,000$500,000 - $1,000,000Medium$500,000$2,000,000 - $5,000,000Low$1,000,000$5,000,000 - $10,000,000Very Low

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Nightclub Operations

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Vehicle Warehouse Benefits

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Bunker Business Strategy

The bunker business in GTA Online is a great way to make money. You can make and sell weapons and military gear. With smart planning and management, your bunker can make a lot of money with little effort.BusinessKey BenefitsEarning PotentialNightclub

Passive income streams

Popularity and celebrity appeal

Customizable upgrades

HighVehicle Warehouse

Rare and exotic vehicle sales

Efficient delivery and logistics

Cater to wealthy clientele

HighBunker

Automated weapons production

Specialized military equipment

Streamlined resource management

High

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Mastering Heist Missions for Maximum Profit

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First, building a reliable team is vital. GTA Online heists need good communication and teamwork. Choose players you trust and who fit well together. Make sure everyone knows their role for a smooth operation.

Good preparation is also crucial. Study the heist, know the layout, and plan your approach. Think about possible problems and have backup plans. This careful planning can help you overcome unexpected issues.

Focus on GTA Online heists that pay well and are worth your time.

Choose a team that works well together for better team coordination.

Make detailed plans for each part of the heist, from start to finish.

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Many players in Grand Theft Auto V Online look for ways to make money. They might consider glitches and mods. But, these methods can be risky and might get you banned. We'll look at safe ways to earn money without risking your account.

Legal Methods Only

There are many legal ways to make money in GTA V Online. These methods keep your account safe and let you feel good about earning money the right way. Here are some top legal options for you.

Invest in profitable businesses like Nightclubs, Vehicle Warehouses, and Bunkers to generate steady income streams.

Strategize and master Heist missions, which offer substantial payouts when completed successfully.

Take advantage of weekly event bonuses and special promotions that offer double-money opportunities.

Risk-Free Approaches

It's important to choose money-making strategies in GTA V Online that are both legal and safe. These methods protect your progress and assets, letting you enjoy the game without worry.

Focus on passive income sources like Nightclub operations and Bunker businesses that generate revenue without requiring constant active participation.

Optimize your time management by prioritizing the most efficient and profitable activities, such as team-based Heists and solo player strategies.

Stay vigilant and informed about the latest updates, patches, and changes in the GTA V Online ecosystem to avoid potential pitfalls.

Avoiding Ban Triggers

Understanding what can get you banned is key to earning money in GTA V Online. By playing by the game's rules and avoiding suspicious behavior, you can have a fun and rewarding experience.Potential Ban TriggersRecommended ActionsExcessive use of glitches or exploitsStick to legitimate in-game activities and avoid any unsanctioned methods.Unauthorized modifications or third-party toolsUse only official GTA V Online features and avoid any external tools or mods.Suspicious or rapid accumulation of wealthBuild your wealth gradually through consistent and legal money-making strategies.

By following these legal, safe, and ban-avoiding tips, you can confidently earn money in GTA V Online. You'll reach your financial goals without risking your account or gaming experience.

Passive Income Streams in Los Santos

Exploring GTA Online can feel like a big task. But, smart players have found a way to make money easily. They use passive income streams that work on their own, letting you enjoy other game activities.

Investing in GTA Online passive income businesses is a top choice. With good automated earnings management, you can make money steadily. Whether it's running a nightclub or a vehicle warehouse, these business management options are reliable. They make money for you, no matter what you do in Los Santos.

Nightclub Operations: Running a nightclub can bring in a lot of money passively. By taking care of your staff and booking famous DJs, you can make money with little effort.

Vehicle Warehouse: Starting a vehicle warehouse lets you buy, store, and sell rare cars for big profits. It takes some money to start, but it can pay off well with the right business management.

Bunker Business: The bunker business is also a great way to make money passively in GTA Online. By making and selling weapons, you can earn money without always watching it.

"The true secret to wealth in GTA Online lies in harnessing the power of passive income streams."

Time-Efficient Money Making Methods

In GTA Online, time is crucial for making money. Whether solo or in a team, there are ways to earn more per hour. These strategies help you grind efficiently in GTA Online.

Solo Player Strategies

Working alone can be lucrative. Focus on VIP work, client jobs, Gunrunning, and Cocaine Lockup. The goal is to work smart and not waste time. Plan your routes, optimize your vehicle, and improve your combat skills for more opportunities.

Team-Based Approaches

Teamwork is key in GTA Online. It offers many benefits. Work together on heists, Import/Export, or Motorcycle Club operations for big payouts. Good communication and teamwork are vital for success.

Time Management Tips

Prioritize activities with the highest return on investment (ROI) per hour

Minimize downtime and idle periods by always having a plan of action

Utilize passive income streams, such as businesses and nightclub operations, to generate steady cash flow

Take advantage of double money events and limited-time opportunities to maximize your earnings

Use these methods to make money efficiently in GTA Online. Whether solo or teaming up, focus and adapt to earn more. Seize every opportunity for maximum grinding!

Advanced Trading and Investment Techniques

In GTA Online, smart players use advanced trading and investment to make big money. They go beyond simple business and heist missions. The stock market and property investments are full of chances for those who dig deep into financial strategies.

The GTA Online stock market is both challenging and rewarding. Smart investors make a lot by understanding market trends and making the right trades. They buy low and sell high, earning steady income.

Property investments in GTA Online also help build wealth over time. Players can buy everything from fancy cars to business ventures. By managing their assets well, they create a strong financial base that can handle the game's ups and downs.

To be top in GTA Online trading and investments, players need to know the game's economy well. They must watch for new chances and make decisions based on data. By using these advanced methods, they become financial leaders in the virtual world, achieving great success.

"The key to success in GTA Online's financial landscape is patience, strategy, and a relentless pursuit of optimization."

Weekly Event Bonuses and Special Promotions

Keeping up with GTA Online events is key to earning more and getting exclusive deals. Rockstar Games brings new bonuses and promotions every week. These can greatly increase your in-game earnings.

Double Money Events

The Double Money promotion is a big deal in GTA Online. It gives you double cash for certain missions, heists, or business activities. It's a great chance to quickly grow your wealth. So, watch for updates and plan your playtime wisely.

Limited Time Opportunities

GTA Online also has limited-time offers that give unique rewards. You might get discounts on properties, vehicles, or upgrades. Or, there could be special game modes or challenges. By taking advantage of these, you can boost your earnings and stay competitive in Los Santos.

FAQ

What are the different types of currency in GTA Online and their value?

GTA Online has two main currencies. GTA$ is used for buying things like vehicles and weapons. Shark Cards are real money transactions that give you GTA$.

What are the various economic activities available in GTA Online?

Players can do many things in GTA Online. They can run businesses, do heist missions, and even invest in stocks. There are also races and other events to join.

What initial investments are required to start earning money in GTA Online?

To earn money, you need to invest in things like properties and businesses. These can make money on their own or help you make more. What you invest in depends on your plan.

What are the best businesses to invest in for maximum profits in GTA Online?

The best businesses are Nightclubs, Vehicle Warehouses, and Bunkers. They make money on their own and work well with other activities.

How can players efficiently complete heist missions for maximum profit in GTA Online?

To do well in heists, work as a team and plan carefully. Choose the right roles and use special skills to get more money.

What are the legal and risk-free methods for earning unlimited money in GTA Online?

The safest way is to use legal methods. Look for weekly bonuses, do quick missions, and invest in businesses. This way, you can make money without taking risks.

What are the best passive income streams to establish in GTA Online?

Good passive income comes from Nightclubs, Vehicle Warehouses, and Bunkers. They make money without needing you to be there all the time.

What are the most time-efficient money-making methods in GTA Online?

To make money fast, mix solo and team activities. Do VIP work and heists. Manage your time well to earn more.

What advanced trading and investment techniques can be utilized in GTA Online?

For more advanced players, try complex trading and investing. Time your stock market moves right and invest in properties. This can lead to big profits.

How can players take advantage of weekly event bonuses and special promotions in GTA Online?

Keep an eye out for double money events and special offers. These can give you a big boost to your earnings.

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(Every day, every hour, turn the pain into power)

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ask-crimson-weaver · 2 months ago

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Upline Orientation

(cw for manipulation/mind control, mentions of blood)

"Wake up, little bird~"

Hannah's eyes opened, and she raised up into a sitting position in a single, smooth movement. The room around her was darker than she last remembered it, a dark shroud draped over the walls and pooling in every crack and crevice. The only other thing in the room exempt from the gloom was a figure waiting expectantly at the foot of the bed.

The woman in the room with Hannah was a shoe-in for the stereotypical image of a 'Karen": blonde hair cut short and straight, large sunglasses perched on top of her head, and dressed in pastel clothes-- brand-name, one could assume. She wore a smirk on her face, bordered by blood-red lipstick, and she watched Hannah with a piercing gaze.

Hannah would have normally had a stronger reaction to the sudden appearance of a stranger in her and her girlfriend's bedroom. Yet something emanated from the woman, holding Hannah in her thrall and preventing her true consciousness to surface.

"Excellent!" the woman said with a chuckle, clapping her hands together. She walked around the bed to Hannah’s side, putting two fingers under her chin and tilting it upwards to take in her appearance.

"Not quite the Clearlee aesthetic..." the woman said, tutting under her breath. Her other hand raised to the side of Hannah's head, pinching a lock of her hair and rubbing it between her fingers. "The hair will be easy enough to fix once it grows out... I do like the eyes though. Very striking!"

The woman drew her hands back, leaving Hannah frozen in place, staring blankly back at the woman.

"Well then-- Miss Albatross!" the woman said, voice dripping with performed cheer. "May I call you Miss Alba? Much more succinct that way. Well, Miss Alba, to keep things easy in return, you may address me as Mrs. Clearlee. Now, I suppose you may be wondering why exactly I've dropped by for a visit, yes?"

Hannah said nothing in reply, holding the same blank expression. Regardless, Mrs. Clearlee continued speaking without checking to see how her question had been received.

"To say it in short: you caught my eye, Miss Alba," Mrs. Clearlee continued. "Clearlee Cosmetics has already seen lots of profit... in Centrum City, at least. But someone of your influence could broaden our reach tenfold. So! I've decided to personally welcome you to the Clearlee cohort-- and not as some minor seller way down the downline, mind you. No no no; I'm bringing you into the peak of the upline. And that honor comes with quite a deal of benefits."

"Benefits?" Hannah managed to say-- it was debatable if it was her own question, or if Mrs. Clearlee had urged her to speak to add to the moment.

"Of course!" Mrs. Clearlee replied. "You've already received the biggest one, mind you. Would have preferred to have gifted it in a more private setting, but I felt that the opportunity would have escaped us otherwise. Still is the same process regardless, if you go by the book: take some blood, give some blood, then wait for the change to run its course. It's not the easiest change-- went through it on my own, you know. But what sort of team leader would I be to not check in on you while you adjust?"

Mrs. Clearlee walked back down to the end of the bed, reaching down and pulling up a paisley-patterned cooler bag from the floor. She unzipped it, pulling each side open wide before reaching in and pulling out a paper coffee cup swathed in plastic wrap. Humming to herself, she started unwrapping it.

As soon as the seal around the cup had been teased open, a strong metallic scent hit Hannah's nose. She felt her mouth began to water, and the unsated hunger she'd been trying to satisfy over the past day became focused on the contents of the cup. That hunger knew exactly what the cup contained: blood.

Mrs. Clearlee gave an amused look at the barely-restrained desire that had crossed Hannah's face at the presence of the cup. Holding it in both hands, she slowly walked it back over towards Hannah. Eyes locked on it, Hannah's body had begun to shake as it came closer.

"Would you like this?" Mrs. Clearlee asked, almost seeming to tease Hannah with the cup.

"Yes!" Hannah exclaimed. In a burst of primal desperation, one of her hands shot out, reaching to snatch the cup.

Mrs. Clearlee, however, seemed disappointed at the attempt. Before Hannah could grab the cup, one of Mrs. Clearlee's hands flashed up to counter it in the space of a blink, firmly gripping Hannah's wrist and holding it away from the cup.

"I know, Miss Alba," Mrs. Clearlee said, her voice filled with coercive disappointment. "I know how you must feel, not having had something to drink yet. But that simply isn't how us Clearlee ladies go about things."

Her grip on Hannah's wrist grew tighter, and she stared directly at Hannah. Her gaze-- and the hissed words that followed-- were layered with an oppressive will, filling Hannah's head and crawling through her veins.

"It's 'I do, thank you Mrs. Clearlee'. Would you give that a try, Miss Alba?"

Hannah, on autopilot, recoiled for a moment, though Mrs. Clearlee's words soon sunk their claws into her, wrestling with the primal instinct that craved the blood until it had been pressed into submission.

"Y...es..." Hannah hissed out. "I... do. I do. Thank you, Mrs. Clearlee."

Mrs. Clearlee hummed with satisfaction. She released Hannah's wrist, moving her hand to guide Hannah's towards the cup and relinquishing it to her.

As soon as the woman's hands had left the cup, Hannah pulled it quickly to her mouth. She held it firmly, sharp teeth that had been considerably duller just a day before pressing into the plastic of the lid as Hannah gulped its contents down. With its consumption, Hannah's senses snapped to a new level of sharpness-- she could feel hers and Mrs. Clearlee's hearts pounding in their chests, could smell the alluring aroma of the blood in her hands, could see the sharp edges and shapes of her room even through the shroud around them. She drunk quick enough that she gave it no chance to spill, and tipped her head upwards, trying to draw in every last drop.

Mrs. Clearlee smiled, gently reaching over and taking the cup back from Hannah.

"That should be enough to get you started," she told Hannah. "I'm afraid I don't have an endless well of reserves to offer you in the long-term. I'd suggest you start building up your downline as soon as you can. We can talk products another time-- wouldn't want that little roommate of yours coming in and interrupting us in the middle of business, yes?"

Mrs. Clearlee placed the now-empty cup back in her cooler bag, rummaging around it for another moment before pulling out a tube of translucent pink cream. Hannah could smell its strong floral scent even with the lid firmly shut.

"But! In the meantime--" Mrs. Clearlee continued, "--why don't you start your own care regime by giving your hands a bit of tee-ell-see? Soft hands make for a soft touch-- very important in bringing in customers and keeping them interested. And make sure they know what and who you have to thank for them when someone takes notice."

She held the tube out to Hannah, who took it wordlessly.

"I'll be back in touch once you've got a candidate for your downline," Mrs. Clearlee said with a wink. "Lots of things I'll need to walk you through, and some we'll be trying out straight from the book. Until then, Miss Alba-- take care of those hands, then come back and get some rest. Don't want to spend all the blood energy before you have a chance to recruit, do you?"

Mrs. Clearlee reached forward, giving the tip of Hannah's nose a small tap before turning and retrieving her bag.

The shroud over the room lifted, and Mrs. Clearlee vanished along with it. Hannah was left alone, for now.

Her gaze drifted down to the product in her hand. Mrs. Clearlee's parting words echoed through her, compelling her to push herself up out of bed and making her way to the bathroom. It only took a minute for her to lather her hands in the cream, leaving it sat out on the counter as she headed back to the bed. Crashing back down into the bed, she quickly fell back asleep, the pungent floral aroma of the hand scrub filling the room and wafting out into the rest of the apartment.

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ladyshandioftheendless · 2 years ago

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FAMINE

Part 3 of my Horsemen of the Apocalypse series! Cover photo by @awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands 💖💖

~Shandi

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Hunger.

It was all we knew. All that occupied our delirious minds.

There are no animals for meat. No farms for grain, vegetables, or fruit. No water. Nothing. The gnawing pain in our stomachs was growing stronger, and there was nothing anyone could do.

Around dusk, we caught sight of a stranger. He was thin, practically skin and bones. His long hair was stringy, lifeless and dull. He was slumped forward, a dirty black coat draped around his shoulders. His bony hands barely grasping the reins of his black horse. If he was looking for food, he wouldn't find any here.

Curious, I kept watching him as he slowly climbed down from his horse, untied a rather large leather bag from his saddle and placed it on the ground in front of him.

"I bet you're all hungry, aren't you?"

I was the first to reply. "Do..do you have food..?"

He turned to me with a smirk. "I have many things that may interest you~ Why don't you come down and have a look?"

It was an offer too good to pass up. I and many others left their homes and gathered around him, hoping he had something..anything. He chuckled, pulled open the bag, and reached inside. "Oh my..what's this? Why it's…it's bread!" He pulled out a whole loaf, and everyone gasped. It was the most beautiful thing we'd ever seen! We all hoped for at least a sliver of generosity. A family with a small child approached him first.

"Please, sir..could you spare us anything? My poor child hasn't eaten in weeks. I beg you, sir.."

"Not so fast.." He reached into the bag again, pulling out tarnished gold scales. "You got any money?"

The woman was visibly taken aback. "N-no, sir. We have nothing.."

"Do you have anything of value?"

The woman sighed heavily, taking the gold necklace her husband had given her off of her neck. "T-this..is all I have.."

"Put it on the scale."

She reluctantly did as she was told, the heft of the necklace only moving the scale slightly. He placed the smallest bite of bread on the other scale, adding one other until the scales balanced.

"I'm afraid that's all your precious treasure is worth. This is what you get."

"B-but sir.."

"Come back with something more valuable or your poor little boy starves. Simple exchange."

"How..could you..?!"

He just laughed.

I know the answer. All too well. He's a greedy monster profiting from the famine that he caused. He knew he had us. Unless we gave him what he wanted, we would all die. He would make certain of it.

~END~

#Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse #Mötley Crüe #Tommy Lee

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kouros-herc · 2 years ago

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RP Resolutions

No graphic because I am feeling lazy.

Write your RPer Resolutions for 2023! (What are some goals for yourself as a writer? Improve descriptions? Plot with more members? Etc.)

Be bolder! I think while I’m not afraid to message people and to come up with my own plots I am bad at combining those two things and messaging people about plots. Especially about offering my services/pitching ideas when opportunities arrive.

Interactions with those people I haven’t yet - can’t believe I’ve been here a year and somehow not interacted with some of you so that is Item number 1 to fix.

Be more intentional! (One of my broader new years resolutions). Sometimes I get so lost in the ultimate thrill of ticking things off my thread tracker, that I don’t think I always get the most out of replies. So I want to maybe slow down, think of them a bit deeper, consider all angles and deeper characterisation.

Write at least one resolution, or “goal,” that you have as an RPer for your character(s)

Herc: Growing Pains - Herc has been doing a good job of slow growth within the gym, but let’s see him struggle with new challenges. It’s the only way to get stronger and bolder, buddy! I especially think it would be good for the tensions within the SSHIIT to ultimately come to a head. Plus some potential things already possibly in the works…

Jeremy: Big year for him in terms of starting to establish his reputation as a musician around town - I want to see him perform at open mics, get roped into events, both with the Gentlemen and alone, and with the assistance of Jenny of course.

Jessie: Get her to ‘accept’ that she’s staying in Swynlake for a while - let’s get this lady a house/flat to decorate extravagantly and drift around. Also, have her be more antagonistic. She’s a dick, let’s lean in to that more, Laura.

Write at least one resolution IN CHARACTER for your characters. What do THEY want to accomplish or change in the New Year?

Herc: Increase the gym’s profits! Pay off his debt to his parents. Don’t screw up the neighbourhood watch initiative!

Jessie: Resolutions are for fools darling she has all the time in the world (but might work on learning a new language, keep her busy).

Jeremy: Finish writing that song.

List one or more characters you have never interacted with that you would like to do so

Mitte. I think maybe it’s time for vampire Auntie to meet Mitte. Or who knows maybe she just wants to snack on Hercules, either way, it’s time!

Robbie: I think there could be something really juicy with exploring the dynamic between a current / previous vampire, and like, so many life experiences. Plus Jessie would be so intrigued by his story.

Finn: I think, given that Jeremy is a member of the Nemo appreciation squad, maybe he should start meeting some more of Nemo’s friends and building new relationships.

Arista: Listen I just think she’s neat, ok?

Talk a bit about your plotting style – what plots are you most drawn to? Do you prefer to come with a fully-formed idea and plot off that, or throw stuff at the wall and see what sticks?

In terms of the development process, I tend to approach people with a vague idea worked out, but with room for flexibility to account for how people think their characters would actually act/respond.

A lot of my idea generation is very responsive though, especially when it comes to ‘bigger’ plots, and I feel very shy about actually approaching people about them. So I want to get better at approaching people and offering my characters - what’s the worst that happens, they say no it doesn’t work with what is already planned?

As for plots I am drawn to, I love gradual growth, I love people to have development - usually for the better because I am a softie - but with lots of hurdles along the way. I also enjoy the every-day, the mundane, the real-world and how that can complement much bigger events.

Talk a bit about character relationships – what relationship are you most drawn to? How do you prefer to approach shipping (if at all!)? What, specifically, are you looking for right now for your character relationships?

I love ‘double take’ dynamics - where there are superficial similarities, with differences underneath (but then maybe, actually, similarities again underneath that?). I equally LOVE friends and friendships as may be quite obvious.

I love romantic relationships but have some baggage. I often get a sense of chemistry quite quickly, and am trying to be better at setting out my clear ‘I have felt this… maybe you feel the same?’ stall. I struggle slightly with a tendency to want ‘endgame’ ships and struggling with relationships that maybe aren’t supposed to work out but it’s something to push myself with and get used to plotting with clear boundaries and just enjoying those shorter relationships and how you can use it to develop characters and different dynamics!

I have alluded in the past to having been burned a bit when it comes to shipping when I have had muns lose interest and had their characters dump mine without even telling me, or where communication has broken down and so other muns have lost interest and started other relationships. I am trying to be much better with communication from my end, and really appreciate people being clear with me - so feel free to talk it over with me (which of course goes for everything, not just shipping!)

As for what I’m looking for currently - I think Herc could do with some more dating, something I intend to do whether played out or just hc’d with NPCs to work more on his hang ups around relationships etc. Jeremy is working things out, so will need his friends around him and I can’t wait to see him starting to talk about things at the moment. Jessie… Yeah some more petty enemies I think, she has a pocket of people she ‘tolerates’ which can give the false impression that she likes people. She hates most.

Talk about your dash reply style and your Discord reply style! (And if applicable, also your doc reply style). What do you like about each type of interaction? What is something you feel is difficult?

Dash - I tend to try to do a set on each character per day, working chronologically from oldest owed. I will sometimes mess things around if I have, e.g. 6 replies to do for Laur that are chronologically the next owed, then I will spread them out a little to ensure I reply to other people and don’t dump tonnes of replies on one person in one day.

Discord - I am trying to not take on too many threads in any one event/day, because then I tend to lose them and get overwhelmed. Instead, having a few that I think about more is a better move for me. Honestly, sometimes I will forget in the morning etc., so always feel free to nudge me.

Docs - this depends on the nature of the thing. I include them in my tracker now, but will often put them to the back of the list to ensure I post on the dash, which I should get better at not doing. Obviously this is different if it is a time-sensitive / needs to be prioritised for plot reasons.

Plotting Exercise! Pick one of the resolutions/goals in #3 and plan a rough guideline to how you could accomplish it. Here’s an example.

Plotting exercise (Hercules, ‘hero’ of the Southern Isles … )

EVY calls Herc because something has been disturbing her bins at night. Herc comes round and takes a look, but can’t see any signs of anything obvious - he sets them right and tries to reassure Evy that it is probably nothing (this would be a lot more reassuring if Evy couldn’t hear him thinking I wish I knew what I was doing…)

Part B - Evy calls Herc again, the noises are back! This time he rushes round only to discover … it’s just some cats. The Nihon cats like to wind up Figaro by hanging around and Evy throws out some good trash. Herc shoos them off, and then has a cup of tea with Evy and does reassure her.

Infuriated by ANNIE’s latest SSHIIT edict, SMEE & HOOK (tbh Drakken & Sarina would also work amazingly for this) decide to have some fun. They leave fake animal footprints all around their property, start disturbing bins, flowerbeds etc, then call Herc out and watch as he flounders, clueless about what could have left the tracks and how to keep it away.

Unable to work out what the tracks were made by on his own, Herc calls in a favour from SHERE, who takes a look at the photos Herc has of the tracks. He is able to identify them, but thinks the behaviour sounds very odd.

Worried about what might be lurking around their homes, Herc turns to ANNIE - who tells him to Handle! It! Herc! She’s busy! Go see the Sheriff if you’re so worried!

So he goes to CLAYTON and alerts him that there might be a dangerous animal in Southern Isles - things have continued to go missing from gardens, bins, flowerbeds, etc still being disturbed, weird noises in the bushes at night, animals getting upset. This is the last thing Clayton needs, but he agrees to send some deputies on more regular patrols and endorses Herc’s ‘community advice’ about people being careful at night. (SMEE and HOOK think Huh… that’s weird. We got bored of faking this stuff ages ago … uh oh.)

EVY calls Herc again - something is back, outside, scaring Figaro and it sounds way too loud to be the Nihon cats again! Hercules rushes around, scared Evy is going to be attacked only to find… a dog! A big, stray dog, that has been roaming around living out of peoples bins, digging up flowerbeds, stealing laundry off lines etc. Herc manages to calm him down and catch him.

Herc takes the dog to GREG, and explains the whole situation. They scan it for a microchip/check the dog over etc. Herc seriously considered whether he should adopt the dog, but ultimately decides that he is not in a position to look after a dog at the moment with work, but that he would like one in the future.

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Ch. 18: His Apartment

Warning: Mention of miscarriage. Some chapters have sex.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts.

These stories are my own, so please do not take them and use them for yourself without my permission. If you see them somewhere else, please let me know. :)

Dressed comfortably in lounge pants and a tank top, your hair casually tossed up into a messy bun, you exuded an air of relaxation despite the evening's events. The feel of the cool floor beneath your bare feet grounded you as you moved around your Jake's apartment, a simple but profound reminder of how he lived. Approaching the microwave, you reached out to retrieve the bag of freshly popped popcorn, the warm, inviting aroma wafting through the air, promising a moment of solace and a break from the day's complexities.

Your laptop, with its screen glowing softly, awaited you on the small table, a beacon of normalcy in the midst of swirling emotions. Settling into the chair, you made yourself comfortable, propping a leg up as you casually tossed some popcorn into your mouth. The familiar, salty crunch offered a small, comforting pleasure. With a deep breath, seeking a distraction or perhaps a semblance of routine, you began to scroll through your email. The digital missives provided a window to the outside world, to responsibilities, offers, and communications that demanded attention but also allowed a momentary escape from the personal turmoil left in the wake of the night's events.

You glanced at a couple of work emails out of curiosity to catch up on what was happening. Just as you were about to reply to one, the sound of a key jingling in the door caught your attention, prompting you to look up.

The door swung open, and Jake entered. He cast a glance your way while shutting the door behind him.

"I find myself apologizing quite often," he began, tossing his keys onto the kitchen counter.

You stayed seated, quietly watching him while taking a sip of the tea you had prepared, which was resting on the table. After taking a sip, you carefully set it back down on the table.

"Christ, Y/N, say something!" Jake blurted out. "If you're seeking a divorce, just say the word. If you wish for things to return to how they once were, please, just tell me!"

His plea, raw and unguarded, hung in the air between you, a tangible expression of vulnerability and uncertainty. For a moment, you allowed yourself to fully absorb the weight of his words, understanding the depth of his concern and the fear that perhaps, despite everything, you might be contemplating a distance greater than either of you could bridge.

Taking another moment to gather your thoughts, you finally broke the silence, your voice softer than before, yet firm in its resolve. "I don't want a divorce, Jake." You paused, allowing the words to sink in, hoping to alleviate the immediate fear that had prompted his outburst. "What I want is for us to work through this, together. Yes, there are challenges, and yes, we both have our own fears and insecurities. But I believe in us, in what we have. It's not about going back to how things were; it's about moving forward, learning from these experiences, and growing stronger as a result."

Rising from your seat, you approached Jake, the distance between you closing with each step until you stood before him, the warmth of your presence a silent reassurance. "I don't want an easy life if it means not having you in it."

Extending your hands, you clasped his, creating a moment of connection and togetherness, and met his gaze. "There's something about us. When we love, we love deeply." You paused for a moment. "However, if there's one lesson I've drawn from the last four years, it's that we're incredibly poor at communicating when we're in pain."

You bit your bottom lip, a move you knew always had an effect on Jake, feeling him tense in response.

"Darlin'…" he whispered, his voice low and husky.

The intensity in his eyes reflected a mix of emotions—regret, love, and a renewed sense of hope sparked by your words. You held his gaze, the connection between you almost palpable, a silent conversation of fears, hopes, and promises unfolding in the space between.

"Jake. I understand that up there, it's all about you and making it through, but down here, it's about us, and we need to focus on that. I recognize we've spent four years apart. I understand we're trying to navigate our way through this, but honesty is crucial between us." You extended your hand, softly laying it on his chest. "I love you, Jake, but this marriage isn't just about you or me. It's about us. I've had my own wake-up call coming here." Maintaining eye contact, you asked, "What if something were to happen to you?"

A confident grin appeared on his face. "That's an easy answer. Nothing will. I'm the best there is."

You let out a sigh. "I'm glad you have that confidence as a pilot, but what about as a husband?"

The question seemed to catch Jake off guard, his confident grin fading into a more contemplative expression. For a moment, he was silent, the weight of your question hanging in the air between you. It was a side of the conversation he hadn't fully considered, the shift from his invincible pilot persona to the vulnerabilities inherent in being a partner in a relationship.

He took a deep breath, his gaze still locked with yours, conveying the seriousness of his realization. "As a husband, I guess my confidence isn't as bulletproof."

"What if I had died from that horse that kicked me?"

Jake's expression shifted at the mention of the hypothetical scenario, the color draining slightly from his face as he processed the gravity of your words. The thought of losing you in such a sudden and violent way seemed to cut through the layers of his confidence and bravado, exposing a raw, vulnerable side of him that was rarely seen.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he searched for the right words. "I... I can't even begin to imagine going through something like that," he admitted, his voice cracking slightly with emotion. "Losing you would break me in ways I can't even articulate. You're not just my wife; you're a part of me, Y/N."

Jake stepped closer, his hands reaching out to gently cup your face, ensuring you were looking directly into his eyes. "The thought of something happening to you and not being there to protect you, or worse, not having the chance to say goodbye..." He paused, struggling to continue, the depth of his feelings evident in the moistness gathering in his eyes. "Honestly, there was absolutely nothing between Sierra and me. She's completely off her rocker. I've always been faithful to you."

You lifted your hand and gently placed it over his, closing your eyes to soak in the warmth of his touch. The world around you seemed to fade away, and all that mattered was the feeling of his fingers intertwining with yours. You let out a soft sigh, relishing the comfort of his presence.

You opened your eyes, and met his. There was a softness in his gaze that made your heart flutter. "What?"

Jake's eyes sparkled with a mix of affection and something deeper, a vulnerability that he rarely showed. "It's just..." he started, his voice soft, filled with an emotion that seemed to dance on the edge of his words. "You did that lip thing. You know what that does to me."

You felt a surge of confidence, a sense of power and excitement flowed through your body knowing you had the ability to elicit such a reaction from him. "What lip thing?" you asked, feigning innocence.

"The way you bite your lower lip when you're nervous or unsure," he explained. "It just...it just drives me crazy."

"Oh, really?" you questioned, a playful spark in your eye, as you released his hand. He then placed his hands on your hips, drawing you closer.

You could feel the heat radiating from his body, and you couldn't help but lean in for a kiss. As your lips met, there was an electric current that ran through you both.

You could feel his tongue darting in and out, seeking entrance to your mouth. The kiss deepened, and you couldn't help but moan softly into his mouth. His hands slid down your back, pulling you closer to him.

The feeling of his body against yours was intoxicating, and you couldn't help but wrap your arms around his neck. The kiss deepened, and you could feel the passion building between you both.

His hands slipped down to your ass, pulling you even closer. You could feel his hardness against you, and it made you moan even louder.

As the kiss ended, you locked eyes with him. "Jake. We're not finished talking," you stated, lowering your arms to rest your hands on his chest.

"I know," he said, his voice husky with desire. "But I can't help it. You just do that to me." He leaned in for another kiss, and you couldn't help but give in to the passion between you both.

As the kiss deepened, you could feel his hands roaming over your body. He cupped your breasts, squeezing them gently. You moaned into his mouth, and he took that as an invitation to continue.

His hands rested on your hips, pulling you closer to him and he gently ground against you.

The sensation was intense, and you could feel your body responding to his touch. "Jake," you gasped, breaking the kiss for a moment.

"Yes, darlin'?" he asked, his voice low and husky with desire.

"I want you," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I want you too," he replied, his hands sliding down to the hem of your shirt.

You softly took hold of his hand. "Not here." Guiding him, you led the way to the bedroom.

Once there, you turned to him, your eyes filled with desire and anticipation. You extended your hand to the zipper of his flight suit, grasping it firmly before beginning to slowly draw it downward. You could feel the tension in his body as you moved, and you knew that he was just as eager for this moment as you were.

As the zipper reached its endpoint, you released it, letting the suit fall open to reveal him dressed in a black t-shirt and boxers beneath. Taking a moment, you admired his form before gently taking his hand, leading him to the end of the bed. There, you softly pushed, guiding him to sit on the edge.

As he sat, you took a step back, allowing yourself to take in the sight of him. His eyes were filled with desire and anticipation, and you could feel your own heartbeat quicken in response. The bulge in his boxers sent a chill down your body.

Gently kneeling down, you reached for his boots, skillfully untying them before removing both the boots and his socks, setting them aside.

You then ran your hands up the legs of his flight suit. Your hands glided up his black shirt, then moved to his face, tenderly cupping it as you drew him closer for a kiss.

The kiss was slow and sensual, filled with passion as your lips moved against each other in a dance. You reached up, carefully pulling down the top part of his flight suit further. Next, your hands found the hem of his t-shirt, and you began to slowly lift it upward, pausing your kiss just for a moment. As soon as the shirt was lifted over his head and tossed aside onto the floor, you resumed your kiss, reconnecting with the same intensity.

"Mmmm," you moaned into his mouth, your hands roaming over his chest. You could feel the muscles beneath your touch, and it sent a shiver of desire through you.

Ending the kiss, your gaze, heavy with desire, locked onto his green eyes, a silent exchange of longing between you." I want to see you," you whispered, your voice a soft declaration of desire. You reached for the hem of his boxers, gently pulling them down as Jake lifted up from the bed to help you.

His cock sprang free, standing proud and hard. You couldn't help but let out a soft gasp of desire as you took in the sight of him. His cock was long and thick, the head swollen with desire, a small drip of precum glistened on the tip. You reached out, gently wrapping your hand around it, feeling the heat and hardness of him. You slowly stroked him, your eyes locked on his face as you watched the pleasure play out across it.

"Oh, god," he groaned as he fell back onto the bed, his hips moving in time with your hand.

You could feel the heat and hardness of him as you stroked him, your hand moving up and down his length.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned as you continued to stroke him.

You could feel the tension in his body as you continued to stroke him, but you could tell he was holding back. You knew he thought about your needs first during sex.

"Y/N. I need you," he moaned as you continued to stroke him.

You smiled as you kneeled between his legs, dangling from the end of the bed, and took his cock into your mouth.

"Oh, god," he groaned as you took him into your mouth. You felt his cock twitch as you sucked on him, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock.

You slowly worked your way down his shaft, taking him deeper into your mouth. You could feel the head of his cock hit the back of your throat, and you continued to suck on him. You could feel the tension in his body, but you knew he was holding back, so you continued to suck on him. Going deep and gently stroking his balls.

He moaned your name.

"Yes, Jake?" You asked, quickly releasing your mouth from his cock, but quickly continuing to suck.

"I need you. I want to feel you on me," he pleaded in a desperate way. Not the normal Jake way.

You stopped and looked up at him. "Why?"

He tilted his head to meet your gaze, a depth of emotion surfacing. "Because I need you. I need that connection," he confessed.

In that moment, the realization dawned on you: these intimate moments were the only times Jake revealed his vulnerability, the only times he truly opened up. And you were the sole witness to this side of him. No one else.

You stood up, his eyes glued to yours as you slowly took off your shirt and threw it on the floor. You then hooked your thumbs into the hem of your lounge pants and slowly pushed those down. Jake gasping when he realized that you wore nothing underneath. You stepped out of the pants and slowly climbed over his body that laid on the bed.

As you positioned yourself over his cock, he reached up and placed his hands on your hips, helping you guide yourself onto him. The both of you moaning as your body took him in.

"You're so tight," he groaned as you slowly began to ride him. "Why is it always different with you?"

He was right, you acknowledged to yourself as you felt his cock stretching your walls, and it felt incredible. You slowly began to move your hips, his cock sliding in and out of you.

"I don't know," you moaned as you began to ride him harder. "It just feels so good."

He groaned in response as he reached up and cupped your breasts, squeezing them gently and making your moan. "I love the way you feel on me," he moaned as you continued to ride him. "It feels so good."

You couldn't help but agree with him as you continued to ride him. You could still feel the tension in his body because you knew he was holding back.

"I want you to cum, darlin'," he said as he placed his hands back on your hips to pound into you harder. "I want to feel you cum on me."

"Oh god," you moaned as he began to pound into you even harder, his cock hitting your spot with every thrust, the pleasure building inside of you.

"Cum for me, darlin'," he said as he continued to pound into you harder.

"Oh, god," you moaned, as the pleasure continued to build inside of you and your body started to tense up. "I'm going to cum."

"That's it. Cum for me, darlin'," Jake encouraged. "Cum for me," he repeated as you continued to ride him harder.

You couldn't hold back any longer and you screamed out his name as your body tensed up and your orgasm crashed over you. You pussy clenching his thick cock.

"Fuck, darlin'," he groaned as he continued to pound in to you. "I'm going to cum."

"Cum for me, Jake," you moaned as he continued to pound into your pussy.

"Fuck, darlin'," he groaned as his body tensed up and his cock twitched up inside of you, sending another spasm through your already spent body.

You collapsed on top of him, his cock still buried inside of you. You could still feel the heat and hardness of him as he still continued to twitch inside of you.

You laid there for a moment, your body still tingling from the orgasm and then looked at Jake, who's eyes were closed, but he had a smile on his face.

"I love you, Jake," you said as you kissed his chest.

Opening his eyes, he reached up and cupped your face, his green eyes looking into yours. "I love you too, darlin'," he said as he kissed your forehead.

You slowly lifted yourself off of him, his cock slipping out of you with a wet plop. You settled down beside him, feeling his arms envelop you in a comforting embrace.

Out of the quiet, he suddenly said, "The squad and I leave Friday."

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