#also I don't like sharing exact follower counts but let's just say that I have enough such that if you take me up on my offer

[maddiem4]

Well, I wanna be working on a novel right now, but apparently it's time to make a certain kind of post again, as is periodically necessary, because young queer folk keep trying to reinvent the Hayes Code for a variety of misguided reasons. So you know what? Let me lead with the TLDR, and then give my reasoning. If you DNI stuff like incest, I am not just going to unfollow you, I am going to block you.

Now, if you're the type to make assumptions, you might be surprised to hear that I'm not into incest. Sorry to disappoint. Well, unless you count selfcest, but people don't usually lump those together except by technicality. But incest is really not my thing.

That said, I have mutuals who are into it, and harmless about it. Whether it's fictional, RP, or consensual, it's not my business and it hurts nobody. Get used to those words, they're gonna be a mantra here. Further, I've seen how Hayes Queers (hey, I needed a term for them) talk about harmless members of their own community who give them The Ick. The post I'm writing here is a direct reaction to seeing a Hayes Queer post from someone I followed! Reading that, and the comments on it. And lemme tell you: y'all are very quick to throw your peers under the bus with the exact same logic (respectability politics, personal disgust, "making a bad name for us as a larger group", lurking threat to our moral purity) that the conservatives are using to argue for the mass extermination of queer folk. You are bringing pitchforks and tiki torches to the party. So no, I am not going to give you access to my vulnerable mutuals. That's the heart of it. You are a danger to your community, and I'm going to limit the scope of harm you can do. The broader queer/kink communities have worked hard to define harm more carefully than "well I just personally think it's gross." Scat and piss are gross to me, but my mutuals who are into those things do still deserve love and safety, not to be sacrificed on an altar of conservative family values for imaginary "one of the good ones" points. I have a responsibility to look out for my people. So do you, FYI.

So here's the recipe for living online with people whose kinks aren't your business and hurt nobody: learn to scroll past those posts or block those tags, or even block that person. Be an adult. The world does not exist to be personally palatable to you. You are not being harmed, you're being inconvenienced. If you can't handle that, you're the one bringing real-world (rather than imagined) danger to your community. Fuck's sake.

This also finally convinced me to look up what "proshipper" means after seeing it in discourse for years, these dreaded dangerous devils who apparently must be purged from the internet, and... holy fuck, how is this contentious? It literally just means you can disagree about fandom pairings without harassing people? That's just mature behavior in a shared space. That's what the argument is about? Oh my god. If you're arguing about this in 2024, your Aunt Maddie is fully ashamed of you for real.

The dumbest part is that people get doxxed for saying the stuff I'm saying, and maybe it'll happen to me. Guess I'll roll the dice. Which comes full circle: if you're looking at this post and trying to decide how to punish me for it IRL, you are literally being the danger. Stop and think for 30 milliseconds. Maybe I have a point that you are a bigger threat than two trans girls who like to pretend to be sisters for sex reasons. And I don't wanna hear no trauma excuses from any of you little monkeys, fetishes come from trauma a decent percentage of the time, so a lot of the people you're persecuting are victims of the same kind of assault as you.

This is more words than I ever should have to write about a self-evident topic. I know if you're young enough and still figuring out a lot of life stuff from scratch, it may not be self-evident to you. But hopefully it is now before you fucking hurt somebody. Thanks.

[babacontainsmultitudes]

Lovelace fans, I have seen that many of you have been voting for Carlos as an act of vengeance against Glenn and... Ah, I get it. Genuinely I do, in all honesty when my boy Nicky was fighting in an earlier round I was pretty ready and willing to do the same.

It fucking sucks, fighting like hell for a character you adore, only to watch them fall. Moreover, it is the unfortunate (albeit logical) nature of the bracket structure that the Night Vale champion gets to waltz into the finals essentially without any real blood on their hands (in addition to already benefiting immensely from the massive reach and popularity of wtnv), while the rest of us significantly smaller fandoms are pitted against each other and forced to fight tooth and nail for the characters we love (or at least find sexy). If my fandom had gone down last round, we would have been absolutely crushed and... I'm sorry it had to be yours instead!

I wish I could offer you guys a compilation in exchange for joining us like I have some other fandoms... Unfortunately, Wolf is on the top of my list of podcasts I want to get into, and as much as I care about this tournament I don't really want to spoil myself on that. But, there are a lot of things other people are offering if you vote for Glenn- that's a shit ton of people who could draw Lovelace pictures for you!!!

Listen, we're up against a giant here (I will remind you that a big reason this poll exists in the first place is because of Lovelace losing to Cecil in the finals of last year's competition!) and we can't do this alone. If Glenn loses now, after everything people have done to keep him in the game, what hope is there for any of us smaller fandoms in future years of this competition? Will the loss of everyone in the scripted and unscripted brackets be in vain? Will our podcasts be forever doomed to kneel to Night Vale's monopoly of the spotlight because we aren't willing to make amends?

"Hmmm... Eh, I'm still kind of in the mood for vengeance?"

Heh, I thought you might say that. Fair enough! We could all use a little catharsis I think. Hehe, well as I said I can't myself offer much unfortunately but I can do this-

SHOW ME PROOF OF VOTING FOR GLENN CLOSE IN THIS ROUND, AND I WILL SAY THAT THE CHARACTER OF YOUR CHOICE* IS SEXIER THAN GLENN. Hehehe, depending on the character I might even agree with you! Who knows, I might even roast Glenn a bit while I'm at it. If there's anything I love more than hyping my blorbos up, it's making fun of their goofy silly asses.

*Except Carlos or Cecil for the sake of morale, character must be 21+, no real people unless it's very funny, OCs are allowed! Feel free to take this as an opportunity to show them off.

Heh, one more thing Lovelace and Pickman fans:

It isn't much but, If Glenn wins this round, I will vote for Lovelace and Pickman in every round of their respective brackets next year (and if they face off against each other either is fair game lol). Even if it's against a dndads character! You can hold me to it and ask me for proof!

Thank you for considering my goofy silly offer, signing off.

Sexiest Podcast Character — Round 8|Ζ (Final Round)

EDIT: Carlos the Scientist is from Welcome to Night Vale.

[psychedelic-ink]

ㅤㅤㅤ✦ 𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄

ㅤㅤdieter bravo x f!reader

genre: smut, pwp, minors dni, friends to lovers? kinda

word count: 1.4k

summary: you and dieter get high on gummies.

warnings: edibles (gummies), heavy petting, high talk, for the sake of this fic the gummy shows affect very quickly, oral (fem receiving), nipple play, dirty talk, dieter is a menace, lots of grinding, also when i say pwp I REALLY mean no plot, just friends making out essentially, everything is %100 consensual

Your eyes widen gradually as you witness Dieter lean closer, his smile boyish as he holds a red gummy between his teeth. 

"Come on," he says, brows curling upwards. "You take half, I take half." 

Your eyes move between the gummy and the gorgeous brown of his eyes. It hadn't been long since you and Dieter started hanging out, not a lot had been shared between you two, other than your love of movies and, surprisingly, tabletop games. 

Staring at his expectant gaze, you burst into a giggle when he wiggles his brows. Finally, with an exasperated exhale, you shake your head and lean closer. 

"Fine, you dork. I don't have work tomorrow anyway." 

"Perfect," he grazes the sugary surface of the gummy against your bottom lip. "Bon Appetit."

You feel the softness of his lips as you bite down into the flesh of the sugary delight. You expect him to move back, for him to immediately chew and swallow, but instead, he lingers, keeping his lips flush against yours as you take half the gummy into your mouth. The sugars dissolve, leaving a bare and imperfect surface. It tastes a bit like strawberry, but it is overwhelmed by the taste of cannabis. 

Wrinkling your nose, you pull away, he laughs. “You’re so dramatic.” 

“Says the Queen of Drama,” you snap back, sticking your tongue. “Also you can’t convince me that this tastes good.” 

“Hey I never said it tasted good, I said it’ll get us high as fuck.” 

“Those were your exact words,” you mutter, leaning back. “So what now? We just wait for the hit?” 

“Pretty much.” Your eyes follow him as he nestles closer, the warmth of his body seeping into your own. A shudder runs up your spine, an involuntary sound escapes your throat. He’s a charmer, that’s for sure. Easy on the eyes. 

He lays a palm over your tight, spreads his fingers. Another shudder. “You like it when I touch you?” 

It’s phrased as a question but, for some reason, you don’t feel like he needs an answer. His thumb begins to draw shallow lines, up and down, over and over. Slick gathers between your legs and without a second thought, you instinctively rub them together. You start to feel it then, the delightful buzz from mother nature. A giggle rises from your throat. 

“This feels really good,” you say, he gently presses his nails down, liquid heat drips from your spine. 

“Which one?” 

You think you don’t understand what he means, but you do. “Both. Both feel good.” 

“Good,” he mutters, his voice dropping. “Come’ere. Let me make you feel even better.” 

He tugs you along until you’re firmly seated on his lap, without a second thought you roll down your hips, feeling the hard line of his cock. Your breath hitches, a tiny moan escaping. Dieter grins as his hands dances along your arms, only stopping to pull you down against his clothed cock. You gasp, a buzzing sensation shooting up your spine. You feel his soft lips on your chin, he nips the skin softly before traveling further down to take a hearty bite from your neck. 

Your hips twitch, your eyes rolling back, “F–Fuck, Dieter—” 

“Feels really good huh?” he licks the salt of your skin, more slick gathers between your legs, your cunt pulsing with need and want. “You’re so sweet—tell me how good I’m making you feel.” 

The words are caught in your throat, your body a live wire as it becomes nothing but melted metal underneath Dieter’s touch, only for him to mold. 

His hands sneak underneath your shirt and with one swift motion, he pulls it off, leaving you in nothing but your bra. You expect him to rip the lace off with the same hunger but instead, he holds the cups and tugs them down, exposing your breasts. He dips down mouth open wide, he sucks a hard nipple into his mouth and moans, his hips sharply thrust up. 

Your eyes flutter closed, he feels too good, every patch of skin tingling. He sucks hard as he rolls his hips over and over, making you feel every inch that you don’t have inside of you. Some part of your heart feels rage for that. You want him. Every inch of him. His fingers begin to play with the other nipple. 

“Tell me what I want to hear baby, or else I’m stopping.” 

“You��re amazing,” you gasp. “I can’t get enough of this…this feeling. Fuck, Dieter—I—I need—” 

His mouth is flush against your ear, you shudder, “I can feel how soaked you are through your sweats, sweetheart. I know exactly what you need.” Momentarily you let out a breath of relief, he would give you what you want, what you need— “Too bad you’re not getting it until I make you come like this first.” 

It’s almost as if someone dropped an icy bucket of water over your head. It clashes with the agonizing warmth he’s making you feel, a cry ripping from your throat, he smiles. 

“W-What? What?” 

“I know this feeling, have experienced it myself,” Dieter grins. “Sit still and enjoy the ride, sweetheart.” 

You choke on a whimper, buckling down against him. Dieter continues his torturous movements, his lips now biting and nipping at your neck while his hands wander down to your soaked sweats. He pulls them down, exposing your throbbing clit to the cool air. Without hesitation, he tightens his fingers around it, his movements hard and fast. 

You can't contain the moans and gasps that escape your lips, your body trembling with pleasure. Dieter's lips move to yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth as his fingers work you into a frenzy. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building up within you. 

Suddenly, he stops, leaving you panting and desperate for release. 

“Please.” 

“Please what?” 

“Let me come, please. Please Dieter.” 

Your begging is getting closer and closer to sounding like dying whispers, tiny dots are starting to appear. You’re on the verge of passing out, in ways you’ve never thought someone could pleasure you. Hypnotized by his eyes and his hand movements as he plugs away yet you can’t help but think about how you’re stuck on pause, yet he looks like he could keep on going. 

"Is that all it takes to get you going?" Dieter's voice is low, his lips red and plump from kissing every patch of skin. He looks at you with a sense of satisfaction, like he's accomplished something great. "I can make you come just from touching you like this."

You moan in frustration, unable to form words as you try to push your hips forward, seeking any sort of relief. Dieter laughs, a dark and hungry sound that reverberates through your body. "I told you, baby, you're not getting to the fun part until you come like this first."

"Dieter, please," you whimper, your voice laced with need. 

He simply grins and stands up, taking you with him. He leads you to the bedroom, pushing you down on the bed before crawling over you, his eyes dark with desire.

"I want to taste you," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. 

He lowers himself between your legs, his tongue flicking over your clit and causing you to writhe beneath him. His tongue moves expertly, teasing and flicking until you can't take it anymore. With a loud cry, you come undone, your body shaking with the intensity of your release. 

Dieter keeps lapping up your wetness, making sure to draw out every last drop of pleasure from you. When he finally pulls away, you're left breathless and sated.

As you lay there, panting and trying to catch your breath, Dieter cuddles up next to you, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. 

"Wow," you say finally, still trying to recover from the intense pleasure he just gave you. "That was...amazing."

"Remind me to get high with you more often," you laugh, finally able to form coherent words.

"Oh, I will definitely be reminding you," Dieter grins, his fingers tracing soothing circles on your back. "But for now, let's just enjoy this high and each other's company."

With a sly smile, you roll on top of him, ready for round two. Dieter's playful smirk mirrors your own as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you in for another kiss.

You can't help but think that this was just the beginning of a wild, passionate, and exciting journey with Dieter by your side. And you couldn't wait to see where it would take you next.

[grandlinedreams]

your writing is incredibleee, i just stalked your blog 🥺💕 but i didn't see hardly anything for my beautiful best boy, THEREFORE, i'd like to make a request please :)

how would the monster trio/eustass kid/law show their s/o that they love him OR how do they confess ? whichever one interests you more 😁 thank you !!

wlkajdflkj thank-you so much!! but yeah, it's still p new, i've only had this for about a week now!! but absolutely I can do that!!

[Heads up!: mention of animal death in Kid's]

Luffy ㅡ His love language is all over the place, much like him. But he loves very deeply and intensely ㅡ he's not one to half-ass anything when it comes to his crew, and especially not you.

"Here!" Luffy's voice is coupled with a cupcake being shoved into your line of vision and you reach up to take it, inspecting it. It's a little worse for wear than it undoubtedly started, the frosting lopsided and the wrapper peeling off ㅡ but when you look up, Luffy is beaming. "Sanji made cupcakes so I saved one for you!"

Luffy's love for food is unparalleled, so the idea of him having thought of you and saved food for you makes your heart stutter in your chest. Still, you tear the cupcake in half carefully, offering him the bigger half. "Want to share with me?"

Luffy's grin is brighter than the sun, and you've never loved anything more than you do him at that exact moment. "Sure!"

ㅡ

Zoro ㅡ "Love" in the romantic connotation is something that's still fairly new in his wheelhouse, so you have to take the way he talks to you with a grain of salt. That being said, it doesn't mean that he doesn't love you, because he does.

"Hey." You look up as his shadow falls over you, finding the swordsman staring at you with an unreadable look. "Thought you said you were gonna nap with me."

"I was, but I didn't want to disturb you," you say and he frowns before he reaches for your hand, tugging you to your feet to follow behind him. "Zoro? I didn't mean toㅡ"

"You didn't do anything wrong." He lets go of you in favor of settling in one of his usual napping spots, staring up at you expectantly until you join him. Instead of laying his head in your lap, he adjusts until your head is on his chest and his hand is in your hair, stroking lazily. "Just sleep better when you're around, that's all."

ㅡ

Sanji ㅡ At first glance, Sanji loves loudly and he loves freely. He's a flirt, everyone knows that when he can't resist giving love-struck looks to anyone who tickles his fancy.

But when he truly loves, he loves quietly and fiercely.

"You don't have to help with the dishes," he argues as you dunk your hands into the soapy water, frowning when you pretend not to hear him.

"I want to," you say after a moment. "It gets done faster if we both do it, and I don't mind if it means we get to spend time together."

Sanji stares for a long moment before his expression softens, and he moves to stand next to you. You wash and he dries, working in gentle harmony.

ㅡ

Law ㅡ love is not something that comes easy for him. He feels it but does his best not to, telling himself that if he lets things go too far, he's setting himself up for heartbreak and to lose things all over again.

But it's hard to tell himself that when you're sleeping so soundly next to him. Vulnerable in very sense of the term, trusting him to keep you safe. He monitors the tempo of your breathing when he can't sleep, counts your eyelashes, commits every feature to memory.

You curl into him when he moves closer, and his lips press to your forehead. He closes his eyes, making a silent vow that no matter what happens, he'll keep you safe. He can't lose you.

ㅡ

Kid ㅡ like Zoro, love in the romantic intention is new to him and he's a little rougher with it than expectation dictates. He's loud and he's volatile, but he's also fierce in his devotion.

"What are you crying about? Wasn't even yours." He doesn't understand why you're so upset about stumbling upon a dead cat ㅡ but he doesn't laugh or mock you, either.

Instead he lets you feel as you need to, hand encompassing your back to press you into him for comfort. When you're done, he speaks.

"...we can bury it if it makes you feel better." He follows it with a rough threat about what he'll do if you speak a word of this to any of the others on the Victoria Punk, but it's him who places a little flower ring on the cross you make for the cat's grave.

[whorergal]

SHE'S MINE

summary: you get attacked by ghostface but another ghostface comes in and saves you…

warnings: scream vi spoilers, language (cussing), blood, gore… typical horror stuff lol

pairings: ethan landry x fem!reader

authors note: this is my first ever imagine (and post) on here so i hope u like it >.< i want to write more so i’ll try to be active especially for ethan. also, this is pretty short so i wouldn't mind writing a part two :3

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You weren't in much of a party mood unlike the rest of your friends. Really, you haven't been in the exact mood in doing much anymore. Ever since Woodsboro, you had lost a part of yourself in the tragedy that haunted you. It was unusual especially since it was nearing Halloween, your favorite holiday, that you didn't want to participate in dressing up and getting drunk as a reward. You decided to stay inside your apartment that you shared with Anika, catching up on homework that you had missed.

Tara had made it her job to text you every so often, casually updating you on the party. After a couple more short texts, they started to become more and more hard to understand which made you laugh. At least someone was having fun.

When you sat aside your phone, trying to keep all your attention on finishing your notes, your phone began to ring. You furrowed your brows when you took a glance and saw it was coming from an unknown caller. Immediately you became paranoid. You let it ring until it ended, shaking it off as a coincidence.

Ghostface was gone. There was no possible way it could've followed you and your friends to New York City. Right?

Your phone began to ring again.

Maybe it was Tara, you thought. You knew she was drunk so maybe something happened and she was borrowing someone's phone. But why wouldn't she just use Mindy's or Anika's? You tried not to think about rational answers because you didn't want to feel stupid for answering the call when you knew you shouldn't have.

"Hello?" You answered.

"Hello, Y/N," the familiar voice said back. "You miss me?"

You should've known. Well, you did know; you were just stupid enough to think otherwise. "Fuck, no," then you hung up.

Instantly, you opened your contacts and went straight for Tara's number. But, then you remembered she was absolutely hammered which meant she probably wouldn't be much help in your situation.

You scrolled mindlessly until you landed on Ethan's contact, clicking on it instantly, seeing as he was someone you confided in the most. Mindy had already told everyone her plan tonight was to get shit-faced so you weren't confident in her being able to aid you in this; neither could you count on Anika as she would be with her.

It rang for a couple short seconds which felt like eternity for you, being panicked and all. You were relying on him answering because you weren't sure how long you had until something happened.

Luckily, he answered in confusion. "Y/N, what's wrong?"

"E, I need you to come to my place now," you let out in a complete rush, the words almost slurred together.

"What?" he questioned. "Y/N/N, I can barely hear you. Are you okay?"

"Ethan, he called me. Ghostface called me."

The line went silent, only the sound of loud music and people hollering. That was until your phone began to vibrate against your cheek, startling you. You brought it down to your line of vision and saw it was the unknown caller. Or, should you say, whatever fucked up person that was behind the mask.

"Y/N, can you hear me?!" His voice came out in distress, worried something happened to you. "Hey, Chad and I heading over right now! Y/N?!"

"They're calling again," you stated simply.

"Don't answer it!" He was practically yelling into his phone at this point because he knew exactly what you were going to do. It was what almost got you killed in Woodsboro.

You didn't listen to him, deciding to hang up on him and use your remaining courage to answer the call. If you survived once, you sure as hell can survive again.

"What the fuck do you want?" You spat in anger.

"You hang up on me again and I'll paint your bedroom walls in your blood," they rushed out. "It would be a shame for your friends to find your mutilated lifeless body, wouldn't it?"

"Fuck you." You held back your wavering because although you weren't afraid, their descriptive threat made you nauseous.

"How about we play a game?"

"How about you fuck off."

"It's an easy game, Y/N," they told you. "You answer correctly and I may consider sparing your life."

You scoffed, getting up from your bed. "Fine. I'll play your stupid game."

"Great." There was a short pause. "Where in your apartment do you think I'm at?"

The confidence crumbled as now you started to feel the rising fear bubbling in your chest. "What?"

"You heard me," they said. "Where. Am. I?"

"Fuck," you mumbled to yourself. "Why don't you just come and get me, asshole? Are you too afraid?"

"The opposite." Their voice came out hushed.

Then, your bedroom door flung open, hitting harshly against your wall that it left an indent. Ghostface came running toward you, knife rose in the air, intending to plant it into your skin but you managed to dodge their attack, shoving them onto your bed as you made your escape.

You didn't get too far as they grabbed ahold of your ankle, making you face-plant into your wooden flooring. If the pain of hitting your head against the hard surface wasn't enough, the sheer agony rippling through your leg at the feeling of their knife digging into your calf was enough to make you scream. When they pulled it out, you grew enough strength to kick them in the face as you struggled to get up, finding all your energy diminishing.

Attempting to make a run for it didn't turn out well as you heard their footsteps catch up to you, causing you to throw yourself out of the way for their knife to go straight through the door.

Your apartment was pretty small. I mean, it only housed you and Anika so there wasn't much room needed which ultimately meant there wasn't anywhere else to go. Your kitchen was connected to your living room which was also connected to your hallway. It was all one open space. So, it was no surprise that they caught up to you again.

They managed to tackle you to the floor, holding you in place by stabbing you right where you had been previously, breaking through the stitches. You screamed so loud, you were concerned at the fact that your neighbors hadn't become suspicious at the sound. Where the hell was Ethan?

Them pulling out the knife hurt much worse, causing you to whine in return. But then they stabbed you in your abdomen once more, causing you to let out a choked sob. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to release the tension as you were physically helpless at this point. You reached down, feeling the blood coat your hand as you forced them to pull the knife out of you. Using whatever energy you had left, you kicked them off of you.

You used your entire arm to hold your wounds in place as you turned to crawl away. You weren't surprised to feel them grabbing your ankle, on the leg that had been injured which made it feel ten times worse, and drag you back to them. They flipped you on your back and stared down at you for a second until they began to raise their knife in the air.

Preparing yourself for the worse, you laid there with not much else to do, waiting to be punctured for what you assumed to be the last time ever. That was until they were thrown off of you by someone smacking them in the head with the wooden cutting board Anika used to cook you two dinner. Your eyes felt heavy but you couldn't help but widen them when you saw a second Ghostface, staring down their accomplice instead of you. The sound of the wooden board clattering against the ground caused you to flinch.

The one who had previously been attacking you was shorter than this new figure. You began to crawl away again, seeing as this short distraction gave you that advantage. You were bleeding out quickly, but you didn't want give up just yet.

You made it toward your counter, glancing at them as it seemed they were having a silent conversation. That was until the shorter one attempted to attack the taller one, using their knife but they easily intercepted the stabbing by grabbing ahold of their wrist. The taller one tossed the other one carelessly against your bookshelf, causing all your shared books with Anika to fall at their collapse.

It was funny to think you were now more worried about your books well being than your own.

You cowered behind your counter, carefully watching them in total confusion. The fact one of them was defending you, which seemed to go against their whole purpose, had rendered you frozen.

There was one last silent mutual conversation until the one with the knife shook their head in what you assumed could've been anger before fleeing the scene. You followed their figure until it was gone with wide eyes.

Your breath hitched when the Ghostface that practically saved your life turned to look at you. They didn't come near you, or really move at all as they stared into your soul. There was noise coming from somewhere in the building which caught their attention, making them turn toward your door and run out as well.

You watched in surprise. What the hell just happened?

[revacholianpizzaagenda]

Apocalyptic squirreling

We're not, like, impaling these quotes like the proverbial shrike or anything, just hoarding them away in a nice stash. A collection of Disco Elysium tidbits about the end of the world compiled by @yekokataa and I, feel free to add!

...starting with the game's earliest teaser trailer.

(28 rather than 27 could be its own odd math, there's some miscounting in the text now and then just like there's the occasional typo, or it could follow the fact that the year of canon events was changed at some point. for that matter, the infamous 22 years to the nuke should be 21, like it originally followed that same 28 and wasn't edited - consistently, the variable it flags is ice.andre_hyper_rc_succ_28)

(this is an example of odd math to me, for the record, as it's 365x27 to the day. It could be it's the EXACT count and also that Elysium doesn't have leap years, but I would've expected a less precise number, personally)

:)

Ours has actual six thousand years of history: it spans from its own version of the early Bronze Age (Perikarnassian period) to the early Middle Ages (Franconigerian period), to the Renaissance (Dolorian period), right up to a decade we call “The Seventies”. It’s a world like ours, one that has evolved culturally and technologically over widely varied periods of time. No Truce With the Furies takes place in the modernity of this world.

(source)

Q: How tight is the connection between the book and the game? Is it a Witcher-like situation? KURVITZ: Things in this world are connected to each other like things in our world are connected to each other – not like things are connected to each other in Star Wars. The book and the game share themes and historical developments. The book is set in the early seventies and the game is set in the early fifties. They are connected the way two stories set in our world would be. The fault-lines developing in the fifties are more apparent in the seventies. The situation has worsened, the political climate has shifted, but there is no Skywalker saga. The main story in Elysium is history.

(source)

yes yes we've all seen the nuke convo but let's put it here for completionism's sake

This connection - saying 22 instead of 27, or 28 as the variable reminds us - could seem strange based on game data alone, but it neatly follows the context of the book, which shows us that the bombing of Revachol is one and the same as the material beginning of the end of the world.

This one is also a fun book throwback, from apocalyptic Kurvitz self-insert to apocalyptic Kurvitz self-insert

(being appreciative of that kind of future just nets you a YEEEAGH)

more personally ominous than globally ominous but ominous nonetheless

("we become vapour" being, of course, the planned title of the eventual Elysium tabletop setting rulebook. sigh.)

This one's intriguing, isn't it? With an eye to Le Retour...

Her echoes of the other dialogue options are similarly ominous, for the record.

And we don't know if Nilsen had visions of his own (the man sounds well-acquainted with his Half Light, on behalf of the war crimes, so it's not... entirely out of the question) but we do know that his pocket calculator lap cat second-bestie very much did and could've been his source.

Also a strong book callback, among other things. Remember kids: object permanence!

Harry, all these quotes like this one sound like they would make sense for the actual guy who goes and blows it all up, not you personal-

...ah yes. Ambrosius looms... yeah buddy it sure is solemn AND historical, I'm afraid:

and of course, in closing:

🥲

...for the remaining 276 pages of Elysium tidbits about the end of the world, of course, over here.

[nahoney22]

Hello!!!!! I love your works❤🩷💖, specifically the ones about Tech. Could I request a TechxFem!reader fluff and smutty fic thats NSFW with the prompt: "..." "..." "do you want to kiss?" "Yeah."

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Tech X F!Reader

word count: 1.5k

NSFW

Prompt: “…” “…” “Do you want to kiss?” “Yeah.”

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Strong suggestive themes, female reader wearing a dress, mutual pining, friends to lovers, kisses. Borderline public displays of affection.

authors note: as always, sorry for the wait anon. 😚

Pabu truly was one of the most beautiful places you had ever visited. And all thanks to Phee, you were certainly not shy about calling this place ‘home’.

The atmosphere was jubilant as you all ventured to a bar with a breathtaking view of the ocean for a drink, and by chance, you found yourself sliding into a booth next to Tech.

Hunter and Wrecker had gone to fetch drinks, while Omega had dashed off to have fun with her newfound friend and other youngsters in the area. As for you, you reveled in the soothing music and pleasant company.

“How are you enjoying it here?" Tech turned to you, and the fluttering feeling in the pit of your stomach was unavoidable. His gaze upon you was tender yet filled with intrigue, and a faint smile danced upon the corner of his lips.

Truthfully it was hard to pinpoint the exact moment these emotions had emerged, but they had taken hold fast. Very fast. He had always been attentive to you, and as the sun bathed him in a radiant glow, you couldn't help but melt in front of him.

"I love it," you replied eventually, hoping he hadn't noticed you gawking at him, "it's what Omega needs. What we all need."

Tech hummed in response, glancing around. "Indeed, it is a delightful environment for us to seek refuge in."

You rolled your eyes playfully and nudged him. "Come on, let loose tonight. Don't think like a soldier."

Once again, he directed his gaze towards you and adjusted his goggles. "I am unsure of what you mean."

"Loosen up," you stated, your eyes gleaming with tenderness and mischievousness. "Just relax."

"But I am a soldier, and our group has faced arduous times. It is only rational to remain vigilant," he responded logically. A tinge of guilt washed over you for expecting him to act as if everything were perfect.

"I understand," you nodded. "But let's celebrate tonight. It's good to momentarily forget about our troubles." Your gaze swept across the bar and landed on some dancers. "Why don't you go dance?"

Tech's eyes widened at your suggestion, shaking his head. "Dancing is not my strong suit. Moreover, I prefer not to make a fool of myself," he admitted with a chuckle. "Why don't you go and dance?"

"I'd rather stay and chat with you. I enjoy your company," you replied with confidence, observing Tech's surprised expression.

"Truly?" he questioned.

You tilted your head, offering a warm smile. "Of course, Tech. I... I always enjoy our conversations."

You could almost see his thoughts racing behind his eyes, deliberating on what to say or not to say. "I appreciate that sentiment, and I must admit that I also enjoy every interaction we share," he replied slowly, ensuring that his words flowed smoothly, as your captivating gaze had entranced him.

A mischievous grin spreads across your face as a blush creeps up your neck in response to his considerate words. "Is that so?" you tease, turning to face him more directly, your leg playfully nudging against his own.

Momentarily startled by the sudden contact, he freezes, but you remain oblivious. "I was contemplating how pleasant the weather is and how different it is for me to see you in a dress," he confesses, his eyes subtly traversing your form, thoroughly enjoying the sight before him.

Glancing down at the dress you're wearing, you let out a soft hum. "Yeah, it's a bit of a difference from our usual attire, but I wanted a change. The fabric feels good too," you reply nonchalantly, lifting your gaze to meet his eyes as you notice his quick flicker of gaze from your chest back to your eyes. Your heart rate quickens slightly, wondering if he had admired you like that before without your awareness. Yet, you decide not to overthink it. "I see you're sporting a new shirt too."

Once again, he adjusts his goggles and swallows hard, summoning a modicum of courage. "Would it be inappropriate for me to ask if I could feel the fabric?" he inquires, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Your eyes widen, a curious expression taking hold. "Only because it's rare to come across new materials," he adds hastily, though you're not entirely convinced. Nevertheless, you see no harm in indulging his request.

"Sure, go ahead," you reply, accompanied by a gentle giggle. You watch as Tech raises his hand toward you, half expecting him to touch the small strap on your shoulder. However, to your surprise, a small gasp of astonishment is stifled as his hand lands on your waist, gently exploring the fabric between his fingertips.

Noticing him inhale sharply, you find yourself controlling your own breathing as he murmurs, "You're right, this material feels exquisite against the skin. Perfect for this climate..." His words trail off, but his hand remains in place.

You can only hum in agreement, afraid that any spoken word might shatter the spell and cause him to withdraw his touch.

Amidst the fading sounds of music, chatter, and clinking glasses, your gaze remains fixed on him as his hand slowly trails down from your waist to your thigh, where the dress rides up slightly.

"You look beautiful," he utters under his breath, and for a moment, you're not certain if you heard him correctly. But as he finally meets your gaze, his eyes intense and resolute, any doubts dissipate.

"Thank you," you whisper, your eyes locked on his.

"I sincerely hope you don't mind me touching you like this," he asks, his thumb brushing softly against your bare thigh, sending a shiver through your core.

Shaking your head, words failing you momentarily, you manage to exhale shakily, "Not at all... you could even..."

"Even what, my dear?" The endearing term sends warmth tingling through your skin, granting you the courage to continue.

"You could even come closer, if you'd like."

He smirks, an alluring expression that exudes charm. Smoothly, he nestles closer to you, practically hip to hip, his hand still resting on your leg. "Is this proximity to your liking?" he speaks in a low tone, as if the entire bar and its patrons have disappeared from both of your minds.

"Perfect," you respond, matching his smirk and slowly placing a hand on his chest, your fingertips gently tracing the fabric of his shirt. "I must say, your shirt is made of rather nice material as well."

His fingers flex against your thigh, a deep sigh escaping his lips as your hand moves to his arm, gliding up and down his well-defined skin.

The tension between you is palpable, your faces closer to each other than ever before. It feels as if time has slowed down, and you thrive in the closeness. You yearn to inhale deeply, taking in his intoxicating scent, but the skin-on-skin contact consumes your attention entirely.

Silence hangs in the air, charged with anticipation.

“…”

“…”

"Do you want to kiss?" he asks, his words so soft that they could have been a dream. Yet, his gaze shifts from your lips to your eyes and back to your lips, filled with a star-struck wonder.

"Yeah," you reply, your voice equally hushed.

His free hand comes to the side of your neck, pulling you in close as his lips meet yours in a passionate dance. The whole galaxy around you fades away as you surrender to the firmness of his touch, moving in perfect harmony. Ignoring any possible onlookers, you revel in the intensity of the moment. A table conveniently shields the view of your legs, concealing the fact that the moan escaping your lips is a result of Tech's teasing hand sliding up under your dress.

"I don't think the others will return with our drinks anytime soon," you whisper against his lips, earning a mere chuckle.

"Then I suppose we should find a more secluded spot to further explore this endeavor?" he suggests and against all expectations he performs a bold and uncharacteristic action on his part. He trails his tongue along your lower lip, leaving you yearning for more, practically begging him to do it again.

“That’s the best idea I’ve heard all day.” You grin and watch as he stands, taking your hand and dragging you out the bar to a serene and beautiful area where he was 100% certain nobody would find you both.

Once alone, you’re pushed up against a wall that was shrouded with colorful flowers, overlooking the ocean, the sun setting on you both as Tech’s hands travel under your dress, cupping your aching, warm sex as he assaults your neck with glorious kisses. “I can not begin to tell you how much I have wanted to do this. To touch you,” he sighs, licking a stripe against your neck before dominating your lips, “to have you.”

“Then don't tell me,” you moan, head tilting back as his lips move to your exposed collarbones and chest, melting as his hand begins to rub against your damp panties, “just show me.”

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[certified-bi]

Couple Things

Yes there are issues with vote counting, notably the fires which were all reported to happen before Nov. 5th, and issues with mail in ballots. Please check your status if you mailed in your vote and remind those around you to do the same.

That being said now is not the time for full blown conspiracies. If you add up all the legitimate cases of mail in ballots on hold, or going out late(Which the resistance to counting these is not a great sign), you wouldn't have 20 million ballots.

Please fact check everything that you see on your dash, which is a good practice in general. There are always people willing to feed on despair or anger to recruit the desperate. It'll become harder to separate these people from random blogs that are giving into the fearmongering the more people share unchecked rumors. Being vigilant is always important

I'm not saying a recount after all the votes are in(which they aren't so we don't have for sure totals rn) is a bad idea. I am saying that it is entirely realistic that voters who were willing to turn out for a middle of the road white man not showing up for a slightly more left black woman is unfortunately not a surprise and has everything to do with the Christianity backed racism and misogyny in this country as well as the cesspit most media orgs are.

Unfortunately this is only going to push democrats further right because yet again voters don't show up to support candidates like Harris despite the fact that she ran on a platform that did address the economy(despite people pretending she didn't) and was as progressive as a presidential candidate for a main party would be in current times. With that in mind we have to keep focusing on voting and supporting the candidate that aligns most with our values, who also has a chance of winning in future elections. This means voting down your ballot in every election and making realistic choices.

There's been a lot of finger pointing in the left which is just not helpful at best and destructive at worst. Mainly this seems to be online which isn't shocking so this is your reminder that unless someone proudly supports trump or was proud to not vote for Harris, to not start throwing stones at individuals in groups that veered right, because every group veered right. I'm already seeing so many "Men are all bad," and "X racial minority turned on us" and like let's be so real it was mostly cishet white people and young cishet men in online echo chambers.

What doesn't help things is equating trends and large groups with individuals and getting caught up in group think. Yes men who are followers of Andrew Tate are not your friend. At the same time queer men who will be hurt by this decision are not your enemy. Straight men who supported Harris are not your enemy. Men of color who have always been at risk of America's brand of racism are not your enemy. The women who supported Trump are not your friends. Bioessentialism isn't progressive and is just wrapping paper over conservative(transphobic and unscientific) values. When you hear statements that are intended to make you turn on your community, I'm begging y'all to take a second to actually unpack the implications.

If you could get pregnant and don't wish to be it's in your best interest to be careful with sex that could get you pregnant by using multiple forms of protection and having ideas of where to go and what to do if the worst happens in advance. The same to anyone who does want to have a child but worries about a risky pregnancy. If you're trans please be careful with any advice you find online about healthcare especially hormones. Make sure the advice is legal because the last thing we need is for you to get charged for following bogus advice or worse risking your health and safety with unsafe alternatives. Planned Parenthood can be a good place to start for both, A4TE and WPATH have pages on jumping off to find trans healthcare and WPATH has a search directory if you know the exact services you're looking for.

Things are going to be rough. Social Media including Tumblr feed off negativity and division. Be mindful and be safe. Create or join in person communities when possible and remember that at least 70 million people voted for Harris, given the west coast hasn't been fully counted, and that he's not going to have an easy go of things. Do what you need to survive. Support local charities and volunteer orgs and donate when you can. The only way out is through and we need you to make it through.

[myaoiboy]

Hi I saw that you answered an ask* the other day and I wanted to know if you continued with your analysis or if you could continue. I was really interested and curious to know more about it. I really wanted to know what you had to say, seriously, I could read a bible of Death Stranding reviews!

*https://www.tumblr.com/myaoiboy/739740134244794368/death-stranding-gender-talk-you-say-count-me-in?source=share

Hi! I totally can keep talking about Death Stranding forever (I know it's a very divisive game but imo on the whole the writing is like a well-oiled machine in ways that MGS just barely started to scrape askdjfh)

For the most part I haven't talked a *ton* about it at length because the series is just getting started and I feel weird making assertions that are likely to be fully subverted within a year or two. MGS has like. well, now, 25 years of shit going on. Sequels, prequels, fanon, etc., that Death Stranding...hasn't really had time to grow into yet.

I also tend to intentionally only post for dead series because the fandoms tend to be chiller lmao

Plus the fact that I got into DS right around the time that DS2 was announced, so I'm sitting here twiddling my thumbs knowing that there's about to be more content and context that I just don't have access to yet. I already feel like there's a lot more to be learned about the first game, just from the latest trailer drop.

Honestly I think the thing that really gets me with DS is that despite the borderline insanity of the setting, to me, there's a lot of dramatic irony and meta knowledge that makes DS pretty easy to follow compared to, like, any single MGS game. Maybe I'm just the exact target audience that the writing was intended for, but most of the big reveals felt less like a sucker punch and more of a dramatic swell.

Some reasons for this (please be gentle i am taking cutscene SCs from youtube videos, they're gonna look like shit):

First of all, this is basically frame 1 of being formally introduced to Amelie, we see...this lens flare. Look familiar?

...how about now?

We are introduced to her instantly with a sign of danger. A pretty one, but a sign of danger nonetheless. The fact that it's an inverted rainbow is important! It shows up around timefall because of chiral air disturbance. We don't know that yet in-game, but if you know about how light works you know that there's something Wrong(tm) about this.

A regular lens flare shouldn't be causing an inverted rainbow if it's causing one at all. I think in this cutscene Amelie's presence is causing that inverted rainbow. Throughout the game, people come up with various theories of their own to excuse her connection to the beach. Little do they know at the time how right they are...

She's also heavily backlit, which hides her features in an unsettling manner. In fact, I really can't think of anyone else that this happens to throughout the game (if anyone knows of another example PLEASE let me know!!!)

She gets pretty damn close before that rainbow disappears, but this is where I very quickly lost my initial trust in her (as the player).

I jokingly called called this her "Fox News reporter look," but it's very much constructed in a way that made me suspicious.

Let's talk about that red dress.

I've said it before, I'll say it again: Kojima fucking LOVES using color language, especially red, blue, and gold. It's been super obvious and explicit since like 2012.

The fact that we meet her wearing a red dress is not a coincidence!!! It's a great big flashing warning sign! It says "hey, this person is going to betray you! Do Not Fucking Trust!!!"

Compare Amelie's name card to Paz's from Peace Walker:

The art styles are different, but there are a couple of main throughlines. Namely, both have an emphasis on the color red, both are young (looking) women who are lying about their identities in order to ask the main character a favor. Characters vouch for them, from trusted advisors, to the main character himself in DS. And then they try to bring about armageddon.

Basically what I'm saying is that they're both the embodiment of white woman tears a wolf in sheep's clothing, if the sheep's clothing was still dripping in blood. We (characters, and maybe the players) believe that she's on our side because we want to believe she's on our side, and because other people that we ostensibly trust tell us she's on our side, while the extremely dissonant narrative and imagery of the scene are SHAKING US BY THE SHOULDERS TELLING US TO SNAP OUT OF IT.

Add to that the fact that we kind of vaguely, through that intro cutscene post-central knot explosion, know that the beach is connected to dying somehow, and that amelie seems to be on it, doing very stereotypical little girl in horror things there, like singing nursery rhymes slowly while walking into the ocean.

So we've basically been told that Amelie is Not Good, but we have to spend the game piecing together what kind of Not Good she is. The first hint is (surprise!) also in this cutscene!

I don't recall off the top of my head if I knew at the time how heavily egyptian mythology plays into DS, but I do remember this cutscene giving me a bad gut feeling about the concept of the West.

Very few Big Concepts in these games (the West, strand(s/ing), patriotism/nationalism, etc) are only symbolic of one thing. That's also true across the board in basically all art, but I feel the need to point that out in public posts because I don't want someone to eg, think that I say something means one thing, and then back that up, and then people think that means it can't mean something else! It can (and often does) mean both! and sometimes that additional meaning is super important!

Anyways, Die Hardman refers to Amelie going West. We don't really use that phrasing much, so it stuck out to me as euphemistic. Especially since we saw her after we died, and there's so much euphemism going on from the bridges team anyways. I mean, cufflinks "symbolize our connection?" Girl, you locked me to my bed with them. You drain my blood with them to turn into weapons. Call 'em what they are.

You'll even notice in the same cutscene that Amelie says "we made it to Edge Knot City" and Sam replies with "all the way to the Pacific?" Not "all the way to the west coast," or even a single question about why she was on the/his beach.

If you know anything about egyptian mythology, you might know that west is considered the direction of death and the underworld. ancient egyptians buried dead people on the west side of the nile river. Osiris, god of death and mummification, and king of the underworld, is referred to as "foremost of the westerners" among his epithets.

So the vibe that I got instantly was "Amelie is already dead, she led her team to die, and they are basically sending Sam on a suicide mission" though I didn't realize exactly how I was right at the time.

The other big thing I recall setting off my alarm bells as the game went on was the fact that nobody you meet has ever met Amelie in person. It's a very slow reveal, especially since most people seem to see online meeting and in person meeting to be mostly the same, and we're told that she set out with bridges one. That she went west. Turns out that...also wasn't literal.

I don't remember exactly when I started wondering if *sam* had ever even met her outside of the beach, but I do remember thinking that there was something off. For a little bit my guess was that she was entirely fictional, some sort of AI (pretty influenced by all the "dead person brought back by AI/hypno bullshit ngl), or maybe that Higgs could somehow disguise himself in the Beach in ways i didn't understand yet.

But I didn't feel *worse* for being able to figure things out ahead of time, I felt clever that I could piece together all the little hints and have a good idea of what was going on. It made death stranding feel more like a coherent sci fi narrative rather than a cheesy action story that's expected to follow certain strict genre conventions.

Not that I'm saying mgs or action in general are bad, but rather that imo Death Stranding feels...more mature and confident in some ways (and also isn't bogged down by 20 years of previous work. which. i don't even like my own shit from a year ago half the time, i cannot imagine having to write within the constraints you created TWO DECADES prior kjhksjfh). Maybe it's that it feels like less of a genre subversion and has more genre utilization? dunno. Now I'm thinking too much like an english major lkajshdf

But yeah anybody who wants to talk about anything totally feel free. Or if you want to give me prompts to write about. I will always be willing to talk about things for way too long on the internet. I just don't always reply quickly because I start rambling....Like This.

[leffee]

Vinnie and Shivers entered the whimsical world of the mini-golf course, their putters at the ready. The vibrant colors and quirky obstacles promised a fun-filled afternoon.

"Ready to see how a real pro does it, Vinnie?" Shivers grinned, his aura shimmering with confidence.

Vinnie rolled his eyes, a mocking smirk tugging at his lips. "Oh, please, Shivers. I've seen toddlers with better swings than you."

Their banter echoed through the course as they tackled each hole with gusto. Vinnie couldn't resist teasing Shivers about his lucky shots, while Shivers boasted about his natural talent.

"You must be using some sorta trickery, Shivers. No way you're this good," Vinnie teased, nudging Shivers with his elbow.

Shivers laughed,"Just admit it, Vinnie. I'm a mini-golf prodigy."

Just As they reached the tenth hole, Shivers lined up his shot with precision, sinking the ball into the clown's mouth with a triumphant grin. "Boom! Another hole-in-one. I make this look easy."

Vinnie shook his head in mock disbelief. "Beginner's luck, Shivers. “Let's see if you can keep it up.”

But as they continued their game, Vinnie caught Shivers eyeing the neighboring players' colorful putters with envy. "Hey, hands off the merchandise, Shivers," Vinnie warned, swiping Shivers' hand away from a nearby display.

Shivers shrugged innocently, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Just admiring the craftsmanship, Vinnie. No harm in that."

As the final hole approached, they both paused, realizing that neither of them had been keeping score.

Vinnie look over to Shivers. "So, who do you think won?"

Shivers grinned, shaking his head. "Does it really matter? We both had a blast, and that's all that counts."

With a shrug and a shared chuckle, they decided it didn't matter. As they prepared to leave the mini-golf course, Vinnie cast a wary eye over Shivers, who seemed to be eyeing the colorful putters and novelty balls with a covetous gleam.

"Hey, Shivers, you're not thinking of swiping any souvenirs, are you?" Vinnie asked with a raised eyebrow, half-joking but also half-serious.

Shivers grinned innocently, his eyes betraying a mischievous glint. "Who, me? Never!”

Vinnie chuckled, but he wasn't taking any chances. With a quick sweep of the area, he made sure Shivers hadn't tucked away any extra balls or putters.

"All right, pal, let's head out. I don't want you turning into a kleptomaniac on me," Vinnie said with a playful smirk, leading the way towards the exit.

Shivers chuckled and followed suit, his hands conspicuously empty. "You got it, bud. Wouldn't want to tarnish my reputation as a gentleman."

With a shared laugh, they left the mini-golf course behind, the echoes of their banter fading into the twilight of the evening.

"Hey, hands off the merchandise," what Vinnie says when someone touches his hair, I imagine.

And eepy, responsible Vinnie strikes again. I like him like that, I mean it's so rare you know, usually he's just obsessive, clumsy, wants to do stuff, general Vinnieness, so it's nice to see him like that every now and then.

Thoughts, who's taller? Hypothetical question, of course we both know who I want to be shorter, I will shrink Vinnie more if I have to, just watch me. Alright, alright, they can be the same height max.

Ok, but if they were keeping the score, I imagine once Shiver's announced it Vinnie would be like "Wohoo! I won!" And Shiver's, confused: "What? No you didn't." Vinnie: "But I have the bigger score." Shiver's: ...Not how that works, pal." Did Vinnie really not know or did he say that just for fuckery? Who really knows, who really knows...

Did you know kleptomania counts as an addiction? Behavioral addiction to be exact. Yeah. So Shivers is addicted. Shiver me timbers!

Shivers: "Ready to see how a real pro does it, Vinnie?"

Vinnie who has been zoning out for the past hour thinking about kissing Sunil: "...Huh? Yeah, sure..."

[wheretheresaway-theresawilliam]

Chapter 6: The Rave

Word Count: 1172

TWs: Drug usage

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It had been almost two months since Vanita had been hired when she found her golden opportunity to talk to Vanessa one-on-one. One of her friends, a DJ, was hosting a set in an abandoned car factory on the less populated side of town. She was determined to invite Vanessa along.

“Vanessa, if you have a second, I have a burning question on my mind.” She had approached her while she was helping a kid sort through lost and found for a discarded toy.

“Oh? Go ahead.”

“Ever been to a rave?”

She blushed lightly, smiling politely. “I don't suppose being stationed in the Fazcade with DJ Music Man counts, does it?”

“Pssh, I'm not talking about kiddie stuff, Vanessa. But that being said, if you were interested in something legitimate…” Vanita lowered her voice and inched closer. “My friend Meadow is a DJ and he's playing a set in town this weekend. I could get you and any plus-whatevers you want in for free.”

“I don’t know, Vanita…”

“Vanessa, I promise you, it’ll be safe for rave virgins like yourself. Sawyer’s coming, and I told him to ask Doug. At least say you’ll think about it, pleeaaaaseee?” She clasped her hands together under her chin and made puppy-dog eyes as she drew out the word. She could pinpoint the exact second Vanessa began to cave, followed by a sigh.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Yayyy!! Just let me know soon when you’ve decided so I can plan ahead.” She wiggled her fingers excitedly and went back to her post. She knew she’d eventually accept. How could she turn her down when she was clearly so ecstatic about sharing this moment with her? Then the weekend came, and Vanessa, Vanita, Doug, Ginny, and Sawyer had all piled into Sawyer’s car on Saturday night and drove out to the factory. Vanita had even lent Vanessa one of her festival outfits so she’d fit in more; a hot pink fluffy crop top and transparent, iridescent pants worn over high-wasted pink briefs, plus a rabbit-ear headband filled with flashing LEDs. Internally, Vanessa thought it was a bit revealing, but trusted Vanita’s judgement. After all, Vanita was wearing a lime green bikini set, black fishnets, and fluffy green leg warmers.

“Ready to blow your mind??” Vanita asked as they pulled up to the venue and got out of the car. Everyone made sounds indicating agreement, though Vanessa’s “woo” was half-hearted as she took in the building they were about to enter.

“Vanita, are you sure he’s performing… in there?”

“Of course! Standard fare for raves to be in weird locations, don’t think about it too much. Just go with the flow!” Vanita sang, taking Vanessa’s hand and leading her inside. The five of them entered a sketchy-looking elevator, and as it ascended, a thumping bass got heavier and heavier, disturbing the dust and dirt underneath their feet. Even with having chugged two energy drinks before leaving, Vanita was clearly the calmest in this situation, having the most, possibly the only, experience with events like this.

“Everyone’s phones are charged, right?” Ginny asked as they reached the floor the rave was taking place on. Everyone agreed. Vanita had also failed to mention that there likely wouldn’t be a good signal in this building, if any at all. When the doors opened, they were greeted by a small group of security, stationed in front of a rope separating the entrance of the event from the event itself. The music was loud and the energy beyond the rope already appeared chaotic.

“Tickets?”

Vanita stepped up to the closest guard and whispered something in his ear. He immediately went to undo the rope. “Friends of the DJ,” he explained to his colleagues, who nodded in understanding. Beyond the rope, Vanita knew she had brought her coworkers into an entirely new world.

“Looks like there’s a bar over that way,” she gestured off in the distance. “Just remember what I told you and you’ll do fine. C’mon, Sawyer, let’s cut a rug!” Giggling, she grabbed Sawyer’s arm and disappeared into the crowd, abandoning the rest of their group. Vanessa, Doug, and Ginny, though disgruntled, were all too polite to turn around and back out now.

“Don’t worry, Vanessa, we’ll stick by you,” Doug assured as the three of them made their way between the flailing and gyrating bodies.

I guess I don’t like rave music… Vanessa thought to herself as she covered one of her ears. Is this even music??

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but she knew she was sore from trying to dance around the packed house, as well as dehydrated. A tad upset with Vanita, Vanessa made her way to the bar to buy a bottle of water, only for her to appear just beside her.

“Having fun?” Vanita asked loudly over the glitchy techno music. Her cheeks were red and her hair was glued to her forehead with sweat.

“Yeah! This is… different!” Vanessa lied as the bartender handed her the water bottle.

“Come with me!”

“Where??”

Vanita didn’t respond, instead guiding Vanessa toward the wall.

“Where’s Sawyer??”

“Around.”

The two of them entered the bathrooms, briefly escaping from the noise. Vanita opened her bag and pulled out a tin, Hello Kitty cigarette case.

“I-I don’t smoke…” Vanessa declined as she opened it, revealing two joints.

“Hey, you looked a little stressed out there. I promise you, this will help.” Vanita removed the joints, handing one to Vanessa. She then took out a black Playboy Bunny lighter and set it on the sink counter, alongside the second joint. “I’m going to take a whizz.”

With that, Vanita disappeared into one of the stalls, leaving Vanessa to make a choice. You’re such a square! Her mind snapped at her as she weighed the joint in her hand. It’s about time you lived a little. One joint won’t hurt. Inhaling through her nose, she put the joint between her lips, picking up the lighter with a shaking hand. She assumed it was just like a cigarette, no fancy way to do it… as she struggled to get the lighter to light, Vanita exited the stall and washed her hands.

“Here,” she shook her head, taking the lighter from Vanessa and finally getting the flame to appear. She held it up to the joint, lighting it with familiar precision. “Now, inhale deeply through your mouth…”

Vanessa did as instructed, her eyes immediately watering.

“And--” Vanita couldn’t finish her instructions without Vanessa breaking off into a cough. “That’s alright, it’s your first time. You’ll get the hang of it. You want to exhale as soon as it's in your lungs, don’t hold it in like some jackasses tell newbies.”

For a few minutes, the women stood around the warmly lit bathroom and smoked, with Vanessa slowly getting used to the sensation. She was beginning to feel fuzzy. Suddenly, she had no concept of time. But that was alright. Vanita was saying something encouraging, it only half-registered. That was alright.

[sumbreon]

Here's A Little Get-To-Know-You Tag Game! Tagged by: @mjcace Name(s): Eden / Sumbreon / Sumb i do feel very settled on the name eden now but i have been going by sumbreon/sumb for... over a decade at this point fuck! Pronouns: she/he/they [yeah i know the bio says he/they but i am not out and get she'd all day, if we lived in a world where it wasn't a big deal it'd be she/he/they mixed up all the time] Star sign: Sagittarius # of Siblings & Fun Facts About Them (if you have any): 1 older brother, i'm baby! our faces are pretty much the exact same, there's a picture of me and him ages 11 and 13 respectively and its the same damn face # of Pets: 0 :[ no animals allowed just me and my many plants... if/when i move out i would like to get at least 1 pet Fandoms: i don't think i have ever actively been involved in a fandom, i feel like i'm sat by a river with a net cast and just letting whatever people i follow post about catch my interest. the way i use this site fandom is very much secondary i'm here to look at cool art and yeah i mostly find those people to follow through fandom but i follow them cause i like their art not cause they post about whatever i'm currently interested in. it's also fun to watch someone descend into the madness of a new fandom and decide yeah sure i'll give that a look you've convinced me with your art Favorite Color: YELLOW!!!! Favorite Song: listen... i am a guy who will listen to the same song over 1000 times in a single year i do this every year with a different song you can't expect me to choose... but also it's toothpick by small leaks sink ships i think i must be at least 10% of that play count at this point also i still don't fully know what the fuck the lyrics are cause i'm partially deaf but i know the sites are all fucking wrong and it bothers me

Favorite Author: Robin Hobb but she is also my enemy! let that man fucking rest! stop putting him in situations! in seriousness i don't think i've read enough in recent years to have a favourite author i need to make more time for it Hobbies: gaming, drawing, reading, embroidery, baking, photography and going to forests and just immediately leaving the path Favorite Holiday: easter purely because i can buy mini eggs and i love mini eggs Do You Have Any Partner(s): nope! that would require i go out and meet people and i don't do that Fun facts about you/anything extra you wanna share?: i think this is the most i've ever said about myself on this site and it's still nothing i like barely existing here Tagging: i have no one to tag if you see this and wanna do this go ahead

[unovasfavoritedumbass]

1. I'm from Unova and I don't really feel comfortable sharing exact details but I live in the city!!

2. Mine is a Whimsicott :)

3. I haven't!! At least I don't think I have im a little tired at the moment

4. I'd probably visit Kalos, good food, things related to my career

5. Oh my god if I could count them i would I don't keep up with that shit though, life's enough as is I don't need to worry about the shit that happened w the plasma stuff

6. I'm not big on all this

7. Uhhh poison,,,?? Maybe,,idk I'm not the battling type

8. None!! I'm, not the battling type, I just make a living with my work, feed my trubbish and sleep its so, routine, I like it :]

9. I don't do anything really!! But my trubbish, Hamburgler likes to watch TV, hes a lovely little guy, likes to watch those videos with the bird pokemon eating seeds

10. I don't knoww, not that involved with the battling world dispite how much it seems to matter to the world, I suppose I just don't have the heart?

11. M, don't have one, Trubbish likes to watch the matches though, and then slam into my couch like he's fighting demons, love him though

12. Okay there's this dude in Galar I CANNOT stand, he's an ex champion STUPID purple hair and God I have just the WORST celebrity crush on this dude he looks warm I don't know his name i just know Hamburgler used to watch his matches and he has a charizard

13. Not much to say

14. Oh my god okay there was this dude who saved a kid from a drifloon, losing my shit THE KID WAS A ZORUA IT HAD EVERYONE FOOLED?? LITERALLY INTERUPTED HUNTING IT RAN AWAY WHEN THEY TRIED TO INTERVIEW IT??

15. Probably, now not to get deep or anything on my Tumblr.com, but probably a furfrou, I want to feel pretty, and for someone to wash and brush my hair, I want someone to see me as if I were art? Ya know? Bit of lore I suppose hah, yeah okay moving on this feels corny

16. Everstone, keeps my apartment from being too small for my little guy, he ate one a while back before I found him they just xrayed him and let me know

17. I have 1 and its for travel, has stickers all over it, Hamburgler picked them himself

18. The same?? Arceus is this a debate?? You don't look at dirt, sand, or any of the sort and go "its a rock" do yall?? Unova smarts here, even I get this and I'm dumb as hell LOL

19. DIFFERENT?? no way this is a thing people think??

20. Different, frozen water, come on now

21. Not much!! He doesn't like them, but he enjoys picking up things and wearing them as hats sometimes

22. He lives by the TV basically

23. No, silly Hamburgler once ran from a Pidove the only thing he's battling is my couch </3

24. I mean!! If he wanted, Hamburgler could I just, don't know the competition world?? Well??

25. HE LOVES anything sandwich, any left over sandwich, lettuce, lunch meat, he's a little sandwich baby, I don't just feed him that though only as a treat he has a normal diet for a trubbish

26. Hand me a sandwich, please tell me it isnt from Paldea, and I'll be on my way, Unova has some AMAZING sandwich shops around here

27. Hamburgler, my trubbish, I found him a while back outside my work, it was a few days into my apprenticeship, he was eating out the trash so I went next door and bought him a sandwich, fed him and went to work, I felt bad, but when I got out of work he just followed me home!! The rest is history really

28. Hamburgler :]

29. I ADORE poison types they get such a bad rep :[

30. I honestly don't have a favorite but if someone asks if I have a fairy type ONE more time ill lose it, just because I have pink hair doesn't mean I'm prancing with fairys?? We also have hardly any native ones in Unova so?? No, no I am not

31. I don't want anymore my trubbish is enough </3

32. Nope!! Not once, no shinys, no weird rare ones, normal shit, my mom's umbreon has extra toes though, that booger bites me anytime I come home shes so old

33. Nope! He can't without surgery and it isnt worth the risk nor i have the money, or room, I love him just the way he is

34. Does Hamburgler count? He has a everstone stuck in him forever, he doesn't seem to want to evolve either he runs from any of his evolution when we go on walks

35. Oh he just has them now somewhat, viciously attacks my trash cabinet, tried to get the lock off but he cant!!

36. I've only had one and we bonded over a sandwich it was super easy, but him adapting to my home and tame life was a little difficult I suppose

37. A huh?

38. Pidgey, too many pidoves here in the city, its wild

39. Nope!! None

40. Hes my little goofball what isn't to love? But Hamburgler seems to adore the tv, and the world, and he just has this spark of joy in him and nothing seems to ever truely bring him down, I want to be like that, I want to be like him, simple minded and free, I aspire and try to think like him <3

Pokéblr Ask Game

General Questions 1-20, Pokémon Specific Questions 21-40

What region are you from? What town? 

What’s your Unovan horoscope? 

Have you visited other regions?

What region would you most like to visit if ever given the chance?

Thoughts on the legendaries of your home region?

Thoughts on the legendaries of another region?

If you were a gym leader, what kind of gym would you run? If you are already a gym leader or gym trainer, what’s your gym like?

Which do you prefer, competitive battling or battling for fun?

What type of battle strategy do you tend to use with your Pokémon? If you do contests or something else with your Pokémon, what is your preferred approach to that?

Favorite Pokémon League champion?

Favorite gym leader?

Give us a random celebrity (gym leader, tv personality, musician, etc.) you can’t stand and why.

Thoughts on your home region’s Pokémon League?

Weirdest recent local news story?

If you had to pick a Pokémon to represent you, what Pokémon would you pick? 

Favorite evolutionary stone?

Do you prefer to hand decorate your Pokéballs? Do you have a preference for any specialty Pokéballs?

Do you think Rock and Ground are distinctly different Pokémon types, or largely the same and incorrectly categorized? 

Do you think Grass and Bug are distinctly different Pokémon types, or largely the same and incorrectly categorized? 

Do you think Water and Ice are distinctly different Pokémon types, or largely the same and incorrectly categorized? 

Do your Pokémon wear any fun accessories?

Does your Pokémon have a favorite item?

Do your Pokémon battle? 

Would you ever enter one of your Pokémon in a contest? Which one?

What type of food do your Pokémon prefer? What flavors?

Pokéblocks, Poké Puffs, Poffins, Poké Beans, Curry, or Sandwiches?

Who was your first Pokémon? How did you get them? How long have you had them?

What is your most recently obtained Pokémon? 

What is your favorite Pokémon type? 

What is your least favorite Pokémon type?

If you could have any Pokémon in the world to add to your team, what Pokémon would it be?

Have you encountered any rare or unusual Pokémon?

Have any of your Pokémon evolved? If so, what was in your opinion the most difficult one to evolve? 

Do you have a Pokémon that refuses to evolve?

Did any of your Pokémon have temperament issues when they first evolved? How did you handle it?

Which Pokémon took you the longest to bond with?

Do you have a naming convention for your Pokémon?

What Pokémon did you grow up thinking was rare only to find out they’re common elsewhere?

Do you and your Pokémon have any badges or contest ribbons? Which one are you most proud of?

Favorite thing about your partner Pokémon?

[infiniteelsinore]

You're on your third shitty little microwave McGriddle equivalent of the morning, which means you've been through like, what, ten of these in the past 24 hours and change? You're not counting (Yes you are.)

This was just one of your Things. Sometimes your brain gets hooked on a food, and you don't want to eat anything else for days at a time. Forcing yourself away from it isn't exactly a big deal, but letting yourself indulge in the instinct was satisfying in a way you wouldn't be able to put your finger on until you stopped stubbornly refusing to acknowledge you were maybe what the kids call a little neurologically divergent. It was also a quirk you'd passed on to Hal, and due to his lack of nutritional needs, it was one of the few "quirks" you shared that was much more extreme in him.

Admittedly your current bout with knockoff breakfast sandwiches was being accelerated by Wayfinder encouraging you to eat a bit more than your normally would, and you're starting to get sick of the damn things. But it's not like you care. Following orders was good enough on its own, but following orders that were a challenge was even better. A little struggle or discomfort made all the praise at the end feel won, and that's the kind of shit that made you shiver. You may or may not have already gotten off last night thinking about the headpats. You may or may not be already letting yourself fantasize again.

Hal's voice pipes in over your speakers, as if your internal monologue is available for his perusal. "You are such a fucking chump, bro."

"She's my girlfriend," you say, absolutely fucking reveling in how those words feel coming out of your mouth. "And also your girlfriend, for that matter."

"She is. Which is why I can say with some definitive authority on the subject that she currently has you whipped."

You flip him off, and pop the last bite of garbage into your mouth. He'd be doing the exact same thing in your position, and he knows it. Trying to cash in on a cheap rise out of you isn't even a good idea right now, considering how squirrely he's been ever since his little encounter with a certain robo-milf Lalonde. You could flip this on him easily, and he knows that too. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes, Hal.

Besides. One dumb weekend of fucking around and finding out isn't going to impact you at all, physically or mentally, because that's not how any of that shit works.

(Or at least that's what you keep telling yourself.)

[ohsolonelyghosts]

What're you doing here, kid?

Characters: Adam Sackler x Reader

Word Count: 1,306

Note: Happy new year! I wanted to do something different, I have never written for Sackler, therefore, we all get to enjoy my first Sackler fic together. This is also my most conversational work, and by that I mean I don't usually put a lot of quotations in my fics, so this was definitely something new!

Contents/Warnings: PIV sex, marking, degradation, unprotected sex, biting

This was the day. You hadn’t seen Adam in a week, and for your clinginess, this was a lot. He hardly ever called you, but insisted on saying that you both were dating. So you went with it, him being the only guy you even thought about a majority of the time. Adam hadn’t necessarily invited you over, but you figured you would stop by his apartment anyway.

It was New Year's Eve, and you didn’t have any friends to hang out with. You packed a small bag with anything you’d need if you happened to stay at Adam’s for the night. You walked up the stairs to his apartment, standing in front of the door, wondering if you should even be here right now. You took a deep breath, why were you even so scared to be at his place anyway?

With a deep inhale, you knocked on his door, three times to be exact. It took about two minutes before the door opened, a shirtless Sackler behind it. He was mid-yawn, a puzzled look on his face when he saw you.

“What’re you doing here, kid?” He spoke out, hand on the doorframe.

You shrugged, letting out a deep sigh. Your anxiety was already a million miles per second, thinking maybe he didn’t even want to see you.

“I don’t know, I don’t have anywhere to be tonight, and I thought I would come to see you.”

Adam chuckled, dropping both of his arms down at his sides. He motioned for you to come in, and you followed behind him. You shut the door behind you, setting your bag down on the table.

“Why haven’t you talked to me in a week?” You questioned.

It was like word vomit, it just came up. Sackler turned around, eyeing you up and down. You felt as though you instantly regretted asking, maybe you should have just been grateful he was here and had let you into his apartment.

“Listen, I’m sorry kid, it’s not that big of a deal, is it?”

“It kind of is.”

Adam sighed, shrugging his shoulders. He seemed as though he didn’t know what to say to you. He flopped down on his couch, and you stood closer to the door. Your hands fell in front of you, clasping them together.

“It’s like we aren’t even dating.”

“We are dating.”

You felt a bit annoyed at that sentence that fell from his lips. How could he say that when it felt as though he acted single all the time?

“But, it’s like we aren’t,” you spoke out again. “You don’t call me, you don’t text me, you don’t even make the effort to see me.”

No response from Adam.

“Can we work on things, even a little bit? I don’t want to have to block your number and avoid you at all costs.”

Again, no response from your supposed boyfriend on the couch.

“If you don’t want to speak to me, I can just leave, you know.”

You turned to get your bag, clutching it in your hand. Before you could turn the door handle, you felt pressure on your hips, breath hitching in your throat.

Sackler pinned you up against the door, leaning down to kiss your lips. You felt as though you fit perfectly against him, like he was a missing piece of you. One of his hands rested next to your head, his other falling to your hip. The way he dipped down to your face made you feel warm inside. You dropped your back at your side, arching your body up in a way that could slightly grind on him.

Both of your hands made their way to his cheeks, neither of you breaking the kiss you shared.

“Adam,” you breathed out.

“Shut up, please,” he grumbled, lips working their way down to your neck.

His fingers dipped past the waistline of your jeans after unbuttoning them, working at your clit. Your head tilted back against the door, moaning softly. He was incredibly skilled with his fingers, there was no denying that.

“It’s still a big deal, no matter how good you make me feel,” you huffed out in response, holding back your whimpers as much as possible. He shut you up with a kiss, you moaning into his mouth when his finger dipped inside of your entrance.

“Can you just stop talking, please?” He begged out, dragging you to his bedroom.

You groaned, still wanting to talk this out with him.

“Whatever, but we’re talking it out later.”

“Works for me, now let me fuck you in peace.”

Sackler threw you onto the bed, quickly ripping all of your clothes off you. You did the same for him, though he was only wearing pants and boxers made it a bit easier on you.

You slid off of the bed and onto your knees. You moved your hand to Adam’s cock, beginning to move your hand as your lips wrapped around the head of him. You dragged your tongue on the underside of his cock, listening to his breathing get heavier, soft groans falling out of his mouth. Sackler’s hand fell into your hair, gripping at your locks. He rolled his hips into your mouth, causing you to gag.

“Such a good whore, just like that, kid.”

Adam had eventually had enough of that, yanking you up to your feet. He pushed you back against the bed, and soon enough both of his arms were on either side of your head. One of his arms left, and you felt his touch between your folds once again. Your lips fell open, greeting his own lips. His tongue slipped into your mouth, both of your tongues battling for dominance. Adam pressed two fingers into you, letting you moan into his mouth.

After a few minutes, you felt yourself getting to the brink of cumming. You let him know by grinding your hips up onto him. All of the sudden, you no longer felt his touch. You whined at the loss, eyes scanning his face. He had a small smirk, chuckling at you.

Without further warning, he was pressed into you. You gasped out, always shocked at the size of him. He immediately was pounding into you, your legs wrapped around him.

He continued to thrust into you at a fast rate, both of your moans filling the room. Your arms wrapped around his neck, he bit and sucked at your jawline, head moving to your neck once again. His favorite place to mark was your neck, like he loved letting everyone know you were his.

You could already feel the marks on you, and you absolutely loved them. His lips greeted yours once again, only for a moment before his head moved down to your shoulder. He bit hard at it, causing you to yelp out. You arched your back up slightly from the pleasure of him pounding you, giving him a better angle on your shoulder.

“Close,” you moaned after a while. He nodded, his pace only getting faster. Adam wanted to bring you to the edge so you could both finish at the same time.

“Right there,” you breathed out, eyes shutting, head falling back into the pillows. Sackler kept hitting the right spots for you, hands falling to your tits as you both came together.

He fell beside you in the bed, immediately wrapping you into his arms. You were both panting messes, moving your head up to kiss him again.

“We still need to talk,” you mumbled out.

He hummed, chin in the crook of your neck. It was like him saying he understood.

“I’m glad you came, kid, in more ways than one,” Adam whispered into your hair, letting you both drift off, but not without a small giggle shared between the two of you.

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[headoverheelsforramsey]

Hi,

Saw this and thought 💭 OH prompt (have fun, and don’t feel pressured 🥰)

The Beauty Inside

Book : Open Heart Book 1 (set somewhere in chapter 8)

Pairing : Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Meera Bose)

Summary : Ethan feels bad for sharing his burden with Meera.

Category : Angst with happy ending

Warning : None

Rating : General

Word Count : 1227

Trope : And they were in the Office

A/N : Thank you to @peonierose for this beautiful prompt. I'm sorry it took me so long to get to it, I just wanted to do it justice. Hope you like it. This is also my late submission for @choicesjuly2022challenge Day 4 : Angst. Happy Reading! ❤️

Meera couldn't believe she was still standing on her two feet. A double shift as an intern had to be one of the worst nightmares. Yet she pulled her body towards the locker room with willpower she didn't even know she had and sat down dejectedly. Her legs giving up as soon as her body came in contact with the bench.

"This has to be one of the most tiring day!" she claimed kicking her shoes off and massaging her feet. 

"Bose you smell," Jackie retaliates, biting into an apple, "and you keep saying that like every other day."

"Yet she is Dr. Ramsey's favorite," Landry remarks with a snide smile.

Meera rolls her eyes, "yeah of course I stink! I was on scut today!", she said curtly ignoring Landry's comment. "And the only other patient I had was up in peds. A kid who swallowed twenty beads and I had to sift through its shit and count each of them!"

"That doesn't sound fun at all," Elijah gave her an sympathetic smile. 

"It wasn't," Meera smiled back. 

"You certainly do look the part though," Jackie taunted. 

Meera looked down at her sweaty scrubs which was now designed with blood, vomit, feces, and other various kinds of human excrement. Her hair now damp and scattered, dark circles lining her eyes. She felt disgusted by herself something she didn't even know she could feel until she picked up medicine as her career. 

"Come on now Jackie, that's not how you speak to friends," Sienna came to her rescue. 

"As if that's gonna pull her down from the DT rank list," Landry's snide comment came soon after. 

Meera had heard enough, she was about to give him a piece of her mind when a throat clearing broke the conversation. 

Ethan Ramsey had stepped into the locker room. Each and every intern dropped whatever they were doing standing up looking upto him. Meera followed suit, pushing herself to stand again. 

He looked at the sea of eager faces, but his eyes reached for the sparkling brown ones only. 

"Uhh, Dr. Bose, can I see you in my office for a moment?" 

All of the eyes darted towards her, giving her jealous, envious, curious and all kinds of looks. Meera let out a breath, suddenly very conscious of all the eyes staring at her hideous condition. 

She silently nods, eyes down to the floor. 

Ethan nods back exiting the room. 

Everyone goes back to their respective conversations but Meera could feel the energy of the room shift. 

"Told you," Landry smirked, walking away. 

"Could you lend me some deodorant?" Meera asked Jackie, but she packed her things up and walked away pretending to not hear her. 

"Here you go," Sienna handed her hers. 

"Don't worry," Elijah clapped Meera on the back, "Dr. Ramsey is extremely professional he is not going to be bothered by how you look or how you smell." 

"Let's just hope that is true," Meera smiled. 

Ethan sat in the closed off wing of the hospital. Files poured in front of him. But all he could think about was what he heard at the locker room. 

He would have interrupted, shown Olsen where his place was and rip that smirk off his face. But why? Why did he feel the sudden urge to protect Meera?

A knock interrupted his train of thoughts. 

"May I come in sir?" Meera asked. 

"Ofcourse," Ethan could see how disheveled she looked. "Dr. Bose, I was able to source these case studies from our friends at Harvard and UCLA. They might not be exact but they are pretty similar to Naveen's case. If you could join me in comparing the statistics, maybe we can develop a treatment?" 

Meera listen intently, she waited for a minute before replying,"I would love to, but if you could only give me sometime to get into something clean…" she trailed away letting her words hang. 

Ethan looked at his laptop screen with over a hundred files, he hated himself for doing this but the hope of finding a cure among them left him with no other choice. 

"I am so sorry Meera, but we have access to these files till midnight only and as you can see there is a lot to get through," he felt sick to his core. 

Meera sighed, "I understand."

She put her damp hair into a bun and pulled out the chair opposite Ethan reaching over for a file. 

They worked in silence for sometime, but Ethan felt uneasy for putting his needs over hers. 

The silence was finally broken by the beeping of his pager, "damn it, it's the DT." He put on his white coat and stethoscope, "I'll try to be back as soon as I can," he said and walked out of the room. 

Meera looked at his retreating figure and sunk deeper into her chair with a sigh. 

Ethan got occupied with the DT patient for much longer than he had expected. He checked his watch as he put his final signature on the chart. It was half an hour past midnight. He felt ashamed of himself. For leaving Meera alone to fend for herself, putting all of his burden on her. He knew he had to right his wrong. 

He walked out of the hospital and towards his favorite coffee shop down the block. When he came back he could see Meera sleeping in his makeshift office. She looked so peaceful, he thought. 

He cleared his throat, Meera opened one eye first and then straightened up at his sight. "Sorry Dr. Ramsey, I couldn't go through all of it, but I got through most of it and I have theories and I think we should administer…" 

"Breath." 

Meera visibly relaxed at Ethan's one word command. 

"It's just been a tough day," she said massaging her forehead. 

"I know, and I want you to know," Ethan stopped, not quite sure how to proceed, "I am so grateful for your help, I couldn't have done it alone."

With that he placed the coffee cup and a brown bag with blueberry muffins on the table. 

Ethan watched as Meera's expression changed from surprise to happiness to finally a smirk. 

"Wait! Is this the Ethan Ramsey being nice to me? An intern?!" 

"Savour it while it lasts rookie, it's not very common." 

Meera picked up the cup when she found the note stuck on it. She could feel heat rise to her cheek and prayed Ethan didn't notice it. 

"Was this you?" she removed the card from the cup and turned it around for him to see, "I didn't know Ethan Ramsey could draw anatomically incorrect hearts?!" 

Ethan rolled his eyes, "what can I say I am a man of many talents and also the barista was a huge help."

Meera laughed taking a sip of the coffee. Ethan found his heart slowing down, the uneasy feeling vanishing away, he believed her musical laughter could cure all the sickness in the world. 

"This was much needed, thank you Dr. Ramsey," Meera said putting the cup down. "Now how about a walk while I discuss everything I gathered from these case studies?" she paused briefly, "unless you are afraid of your reputation being tattered on being seen meddling with us peasants?" 

Ethan rolled his eyes once again, "lead the way, Dr. Bose." 

Thank you so much if you have read till here, it means the world to me. Hope to see you go on other different adventures with me, Ethan and Meera, till then sending love and hugs your way! ❤️

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