#and I was like hmm weird why does it smell so strong

[oksfranta]

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[tiredfox64]

So like,,,,,

Imagine if Bi-han and readsr went on a mission, oh yeah things r going very well, but then they stumble on a place that has like woah magic potion, the reader just "hey wld it b funny if I dr-" "no", but then Bi-han wasnt looking and somehow they end up with a reader thats just, the size of his palm

The rest is up to u!

Love ur writings!!!

Pipsqueak

Prior notes: This would be something that would happen to me cause I keep trying to eat inedible things. I've been told to stop trying to eat my DND dice.

Pairing: Bi-Han x Gn reader

Warnings: Hehe you're so small

“Don’t touch anything.”

Bi-Han tells you that every time you go on a mission together. If he can’t have his brothers by his side then he usually picks you to come with him on a mission. Though you have a problem with being serious. You have a habit of making things comedic during serious moments like missions and briefings. You also have a weird habit of touching things that aren’t yours and putting them near your mouth. No one knows why you do it, neither do you. You must be lacking vitamins or something.

Whatever it is, it’s a hazard when you’re on missions. That’s why Bi-Han is always warning you about doing something stupid. It’s for your own good. You don’t know what could happen to you if you touched the wrong item or ingested something you shouldn’t have. The world you live in is a strange one, you never know.

So far, you’re acting right. Liu Kang sent you and Bi-Han out on a mission to investigate a possible rat in Earthrealm, aka a sorcerer. He warned you both to be careful which Bi-Han emphasized that point. He was right to do so.

When you both arrived at the suspected location there were walls filled with strange ingredients and hanging animal carcasses. Creepy. There were rows upon rows of colorful looking potions in wacky bottles. There was one potion in particular that caught your eye. It rested on a wooden desk with different ingredients surrounding it. It looked like whoever was brewing it was making more of a cocktail instead of a magical potion. Citrus peels, brown sugar, and finger lime caviar. It confused you so much that you didn’t take notice of the other potions that were being mixed into the strange concoction. You grabbed the potion that caught your eye, sniffing it and getting hit with that strong citrus smell. Its aroma was tempting you.

“Hey Bi-Han, wouldn’t it be funny if I dr-”

“No!” Bi-Han glared at you.

He motioned for you to put it back where you found it. You did as he said until he turned his back towards you. He started going off about how he wanted this mission to be over and he can’t risk any delays. You weren’t paying attention since your attention was on the potion. It just looked so pretty and smells as sweet as lemonade. It couldn’t hurt to take at least a lick of it. You placed your mouth near the bottle before leaning it up, the liquid flowed slowly to your tongue. You licked it up quickly. Hmm, it does taste like lemona-

Bi-Han heard a poof behind him. He swiftly turned around and saw a cloud of smoke that matched the color of the potion. Once the smoke cleared he tried his best to look for you. But when he looked down all he saw was you with the bottle trapping you inside. Ah geez, you’re small.

He stared in disbelief. It was clear what just happened. You didn’t obey your grandmaster.

“What did I tell you!” He yelled which sounded much louder to you since you were so tiny now.

You looked very guilty. Your head was lowered in shame. You looked up at Bi-Han with pleading eyes, begging him to get you out of the bottle. He has no choice, he has to. He picks up the bottle and begins to dump you out onto the palm of his hand.

You’re putting him in a difficult position right now. One wrong move and he could accidentally crush you. Or worse, even freeze you. You didn’t like this outcome. You look like you were on the verge of tears even though you were warned. He groaned as he contemplated what to do now. Should he abandon the mission and bring you back safely? Or should he march forward and try his best to keep you safe? He didn’t realize it but he was so lost in thought he didn’t hear you yelling at him.

“Please, have mercy!”

When he looked down he saw he was gripping you tightly. His thumb was rubbing the top of your head which messed with your hair. He opened his hands, allowing you to breathe. This situation was already sucking. This can’t go on; he has to bring you back. Maybe Lord Liu Kang can reverse this mess.

Bi-Han didn’t want to keep you in his hands just in case he needed to fight. The problem is he has nowhere else to put you. Each possible area he could put you in would possibly squeeze you. The only spot he could think of was…sigh. He raised you up before placing you at the top of his head.

“Just hold on tightly please.”

You listened this time. Too well actually. Your impulsive thoughts won and you ended up yanking a strand of his hair on the left side of his hair. You had your Ratatouille moment. He actually raised his arm just like the movie taught you! But he might have been doing it just to smack you for yanking.

“NOT THAT TIGHT!”

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Getting a hold of Liu Kang was difficult. No one knew where he was or what he was doing. Not a good time for him to be MIA.

Believe it or not, Bi-Han was getting very worried about this situation. Having you as small as a rat made him worried about losing you. He was keeping you close to him at all times, not even allowing Tomas or Kuai Liang to poke you. In his eyes, you were as fragile as a glass animal now.

He kept you with him until someone could get a hold of Liu Kang. He kept you on his desk to keep a close eye on you. It felt like you were being treated like a child. Every time you moved close to the edge; Bi-Han would tense up before blocking you with his hands. He would drag you back by pinching the back of your uniform.

“Stay still. Are you trying to get yourself killed?” He asked.

Then he tried keeping you in a birdcage he so conveniently had. You wouldn’t stop moving! You were put in little creature jail for little creature crimes. Yup, you still wouldn’t listen. You would try climbing the sides before trying to squeeze yourself through. You thought you succeeded until your hips hit the bars. Bi-Han was about to lose it on you but if he yelled he might burst your eardrums. He tried pushing you back in but every time he would poke your face you would bite him because it was uncomfortable. He did not want to try your backside. He eventually had to break the cage a little to allow you to crawl out.

That didn’t work out in his favor, what else he got?

He placed you right in front of him with his arms surrounding you. It allowed him to continue doing his paperwork while keeping you in one place. If you tried to run past his hands he would smack you back. Try climbing up his arms and he would twitch his muscles to make you fall. Like a horse trying to get a fly off. Front is no good, sides are no good, you went with the back. You started climbing up his clothes. This was the last straw for Bi-Han. You were like a devious rat that couldn’t listen to its master.

He snatched you up before shoving you into his top. The multiple layers of his uniform were usually tight against his body but there was enough space to shove you into it. Your back was pressed up against his chest area which felt like a brick wall. You tried to scramble out of there but the clothes were pressing you tight like a weighted blanket. You were tucked in nicely against your will. You struggled and struggled until you tired yourself out. You don’t have much fight left in you which was fine by Bi-Han. It was a long day already and that little fight you put up drained you out. You started to succumb to the comfort that enveloped you. It was no use, you were falling asleep.

After a while, Bi-Han noticed you weren’t saying a peep. When he looked down he saw you were knocked out. It was night and still no Liu Kang. Hopefully he will have better luck tomorrow. He should find a better place for you to sleep where you will be safe. He took you out and placed you on your stomach in the palm of his hand. He petted your back with one finger to prevent you from waking up. He kind of likes you this way. So punny and pathetic, it’s so adorable. You would have no choice but to depend on him for everything. Ah, he shouldn’t be thinking that way. He should focus on you getting back to normal. Still can’t help that he finds this situation a bit entertaining. Maybe he’ll drag this out a little longer just to see what else he could do with you.

After notes: All I could think of was Marc Anthony and Pussyfoot when writing this. That was the energy I was getting. I just saw a drawing that was like this idea which included Bi-Han. Strange. Adiós!

[phoenix-writez]

HEY! TUMBLR VERSION FOR GRIAN'S POV IS HERE!!!

I still don't know how to format as the spacing is weird. If I get rid of extra spacing, it looks too jumbled up so... Unfortunately we're gonna have to make do!

This is in first person, so if you're not a fan of such POVs, sorry! :3 I have another fic coming up that's in 3rd person! Maybe that'll be up your alley!

But anyhow, welcome to Grian's POV! Enjoy :)

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Entry #2

[GRIAN]

We'd finally gotten him out, and I didn't know how to explain to this poor kid that he's on the borderline of humanity.

There we were, sitting at a random table outside of a restaurant. Scar swore he knew what place this was, but that it never used to look so bright before.

Gem and Scott distracted him while I figured out a way to explain his situation. I open my mouth to speak. That's when it hit me.

He probably knows.

“Scar?” I ask, and he turns towards me. “Yeah, Grian?”

“What's your opinion on, I dunno, mythology?” I smile awkwardly, not knowing what I'm doing. Scar fidgets with his hands, “Oh! Not much, honestly. What kinda mythology we talkin’? Greek? Roman? The Bible or something???”

“Let's start with Greek.”

Scott and Gem look at me with nervous expressions on their faces. I nod at them slowly while Scar giggles to himself.

“I know that Zeus is pretty bad, I mean, no one likes that guy.” He places his hand on the table, leaning forward with a smug grin on his face that would be almost attractive if he wasn't such an idiot. I look at the other two with concern, “Really? That's all?”

“Hmm… a lot of, I dunno, sibling relations? Really odd, I mean none of them care! It's just something they do! Oh, yeah! Why do you ask, by the way?” Scar continues.

“Would you think I'm insane if I said that they're real?”

“I would.” Scar blinks, “But I did just escape from a time traveling theater that's making me wonder how old I am now.”

“You'd still be sixteen.” Scott says, “You haven't grown at all since you entered or left.”

“Huh.” Scar looks down at his hands, “I haven't even cut my nails in a week and they're still short.”

“Exactly.” Scott looks at me, “Think of it as a time freeze, but the world around you continues anyway.”

“Funny… So if I can be stuck in some otherworldly place for years, who's to say deities can't exist at this point! That guy who escorted us out had one eye, for God’s sake!” Scar says with irritation. I smile, “Good! This makes this easier.”

—

We left the restaurant after a while of talking, then we took some public transit (big risk) to the nearest place to our camp.

Scar spends our entire time looking uncomfortable. Though, I guess I would be too if I was on a wheelchair and people stood in front of me on a bus crowding me.

“Are you okay?” I ask him, Scar clutches his hands near his legs. “Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.”

“Uh-huh…”

“It just reeks here.” He looks away and frowns. “I mean, yeah, public transit always does.” I giggle. “Not like that. It smells like something's rotting.” Scar glances around. Then his eyes widen.

We turn towards where Scar’s looking. “Oh!” I cover my mouth. The people in the bus were sitting and acting normally, except for this couple sitting by each other.

“Hey! Hey! Wake up, hey!” They shouted. That's when the bus took a strong and short stop. I grab onto Scar’s chair quickly as I'm still watching. “What's going on?!” The person continues.

Scar blinks, “She died as soon as I said that.”

“What?” I look at him. “She was still living.” Scar frowns, “But it smelled like–”

“Are you okay, Scar?” Scott leans over. “Can we get out?” Scar asks. “We have to anyway.” I get up, then smile at Scar. “Let's go.”

And we do, we all leave. An ambulance shows up, but Scar sighs like it's too late. I glance at him, then at Scott. Scott shrugs. Gem dusts herself off, “Eugh, thank the gods we left that bus. Dusty old man does not feel good on your shoulder.” She grimaces, then she glares at Scar.

“Something's up with you, bud. But for now, let's head off, shall we?”

“Are you mad at me?” Scar asks. “No, just concerned.” Gem says, “I have a suspicion, and I'm not liking the odds.”

“Of what?!”

I flick Scar’s head, “Let's just go, we're close to camp anyway.”

“This feels like a cult.” Scar jokes. I roll my eyes, “You've already decided to join, let's go.”

—

Camp looks eerie, especially that no one is here. I look around, “We're back! Uh, fellas?”

Not a single person answers, so I walk in further. Then I run towards the Big House, “Hello?! Hey! Martyn! Anyone?!” I yell.

Then I turn towards the others. “Where did they go?” I frown. Scar holds himself, “So, Grian, what's the story here, man?” He giggles anxiously.

I smile, though the corners of my lips seem to shake with the effort. “Greek gods, we're their children. That's all.”

“Where are you all?!” I open the doors to the house, and that's when I see it. Martyn on the ground with a broken mirror. A mist of water surrounding him falls as the rainbow fades.

“What are you doing here?” He looks at me slowly, “I thought you were on a quest…”

“We were searching for others just like us, ‘cause the satyrs are currently preoccupied with wildfires.” I say, “Martyn, what are you doing?”

“None of your business, how's the sun looking?” He stands up, then walks out the door. Pushing me aside in the process. “Good. Good.” He places his hand on his head. “Sorry, Ren just gave me one of the worst Iris messages possible.”

“Oh, what did he say this time?” I cross my arms. “He and those stupid Ares kids are close to death, Bdubs decided to go with them knowing he can't really get on their level. I… ugh.” Martyn walks away.

“Wait! Is anyone else here?” I ask. “Everyone's helping the satyrs. You should check on Taurtis.” Martyn continues onward. I watch him leave to his cabin, then I turn towards Scott, Gem, and Scar.

“Welcome home? I guess?” I frown. Scar looks at me and I feel a sharp sense of guilt. “It– it's usually better on the first day!” I say, then turn towards the forest. “We just gotta fix that.”

Scar rolls towards me. “You think it's just a wildfire?” He asks. “I hope it is.” I start walking.

—

The fire was larger than I thought it was.

I rush in, “Taurtis! What happened?!”

Taurtis bleats and splashes water on one of the trees. The tree forms into a dryad, “Thanks for the water, but I'm not the one on fire!” She says. “Sorry, Lizzie.” He groans, “I'm so tired.”

“You're fine, I think you should get some sleep. Besides, maybe this newcomer is a Poseidon kid!” She grins. “I doubt it.” I say, then gaze at everything else.

Scar rolls towards us, “Poseidon?”

“You can control water, right? Maybe breathe in it or–” Lizzie looks at him. “No.” Scar says.

“I can't even swim, if you couldn't tell.” He tilts his head. “I mean! Who said you had to swim?” She giggles.

Scott walks in and stares at the forest in horror. “Oh… oh my gods. Gem, any idea to fix this?”

“Well, first off. All dryads please turn back to your humanoid forms.” Gem says, “Scott, you're good with animals, take them and get them out of here temporarily. They can live in whoever's cabin caters to them the most.”

“Demeter’s, probably.” Scott nods, then delves deeper into the forest. I stand there next to Scar, and Gem looks at us both. “You should probably look for… survivors, maybe.”

“There's tons of those.” Scar tilts his head, “I don't think it's gotten that bad that people are suffocating.”

“Illness travels fast when you breathe in smoke.” I say, then I walk off. Scar cracks a grin, “Well excuse me, mister! I didn't take you for an expert!”

—

I found some of the others, mainly the Hephaestus kids. Surprisingly, they'd created some tools to help with the forest.

“Doc!” I yell, and immediately he turns to me. “What do you want, Grian?! We're busy!” He answers. He's so kind to me.

“Gem is devising a plan on how to fix this, but I've got something figured out.” I grin. “What do you guys got there?”

Doc gazes down at his own hands. “Oh, this. It's just an enlarged water gun. We had to go down to the river, explain to the naiads what was occuring, and get drenched in freshwater before we could finally get this made.”

“Naiads…” I groan, and Scar curiously raises his hand. “I'm real out of the loop here, guys. Also, how am I supposed to help?”

I look at Scar and smile, “Do you know what you can control?”

He shakes his head, “No-can-do. I don't have solar powers, stealing skills, master fighting skills or whatever!”

Doc hands him a piece of scrap metal, “Anything you can do with this?”

Scar stares at it, “It's just a piece of metal. It's really sharp, I could stab someone with it.” He smiles at Doc, who looks disappointed on sight. “Right, of course you can. My mistake for being too vague, can you create something?”

“Nope!” Scar gives the scrap back to Doc. “I've never actually created a thing in my life! Except for a few excuses here and there, maybe. Cat ate my homework, best line used this century!” He giggled.

I rolled my eyes, “Who believes that?”

“You'd be surprised!”

Doc crosses his arms, “You aren't very pretty, so not Aphrodite… nature. Can you assist with nature? Like farming, or whatever.”

Scar smacks his own legs lightly, as if he were playing with his hands. “I don't think so, I live in a city. We don't really have nature there. Or farms. Didn't really have a calling for it, either.”

Doc hums to himself, then he looks at me. “I'm concerned.”

“Why?”

“If he's not even just a little bit like the gods, there's only so few choices left. I'm not liking the odds.”

Scar fidgets around with his fingers, “Are you saying I might be a child of the big guys?”

“Might,” Doc stares right at Scar like he can see his soul, “is too weak a word for this occasion.”

Scar leans towards me, as much as he can in his confined space. “What is he saying?”

I shake my head, “Let's focus on the trees for now…”

And that we did. The satyrs spent most of the time asking the naiads for assistance, the rest of us hacked down broken branches that were too weak to truly thrive anymore. Then I stole someone's water gun thing and started spraying the trees.

The smoke bellowed upward and only got worse and worse till we finally asked the gods to assist.

That's when the rain came down, and Scar yelped and nearly cracked open the earth.

—

“What did he do?”

I sit down and stare at the clouds above us. “Nothing too special,” I look towards Gem. She furrows her brows, “Grian. Scar did something when Zeus gave us that storm. What was it?”

“There was an earthquake, Gem.” I shrug, “The ground broke beneath us, boohoo.”

“Why are you covering for him?! Poseidon’s quakes haven't been active in this area for years!” Gem squints. “Maybe he just decided we needed one. Maybe he was giving us a tsunami in an attempt to clear the fire. I don't know, Gem! I don't know what Scar did, I'm trying to create my own logic here!” I wave my arms frantically.

Gem sighs and sits next to me. “He broke the ground.”

“Yeah…”

“...Did anything happen afterwards?”

“It fixed itself, he panicked and tried to reverse what he did. Told everyone not to worry, casting more attention on himself. It was barely noticeable, looked like a hair fracture.” I pick up a pebble and stare at it.

“He's talking to the watcher right now.” I groan, “This is so irritating.”

“Not knowing, huh?”

“That I might be wrong?! That this was natural, and he just freaked out over something that happened right as he panicked?! Maybe! Or that I'm absolutely correct, and he's the son of Hades for the gods' sakes!” I toss the pebble and rake my hands through my hair and pull.

“He's done other things resembling that of a Hades kid, Grian.” Gem pats me on the shoulder, “Why are you stressing so much about this?”

“... Don't you get it? Any of the big three having kids is insanity. The fact that he's still alive amazes me yet terrifies me at the same time.” I look into the distance, “I'm so sure that a monster may have gotten to him before…”

“He probably survived off the same thing you did.” Gem says. “What's that?” I turn towards her.

“Stupidity.”

“Oh.”

—

Scar’s wheelchair is parked but he's not on the chair. Alarms ring in my head as I look around, “Scar?! SCAR?!” I shout, running around.

It didn't take long for me to find him. Mainly because he didn't really go far at all. There he was, trembling and holding onto a tree. “Scar?” I say.

He nearly jumps out of his skin as he turns to me. “Grian! Ah, I'm so glad you're here! I'm a little bit, uh, stuck…” He grins. “...What happened? Why aren't you in your wheelchair?” I blink.

He laughs awkwardly, “I thought I was in good enough condition to walk again. But it turns out, my brain and my legs still aren't as connected as I thought they were.”

“I'll get the chair for you, Scar.”

“Thank you so much–”

I lift my finger and stare at him, “You've gotta remember to be careful, Scar. No one cares if you walk or not. We're still figuring out who you are.” I say, then I turn away and start going for the wheelchair.

When I do reach the wheelchair, Martyn approaches me.

“Have you seen Impulse?” He asks. “Not since we left the theatre.” I place my hands on the handle of the chair, pulling it out of the mud it happened to get stuck in. “Jeez, this thing has to be cleaned now…”

Martyn rubs his face in annoyance. “He's been gone for several days. How can he just go on a quest and go missing like that?!”

A sort of revelation hits me, and I stop in my tracks. “He’s in there…”

“Huh?”

I curse under my breath and turn around, “Shoot– Scar! I've got your chair!” I run towards him. I quickly help him into the wheelchair and promptly glance around.

“Something bothering you, Grian?” Scar asks.

“Ah, nothing too serious.” I smile, “You alright?”

“Yep! Better than ever, thanks G!” He places his hands on the wheels and pushes himself forward.

I watch him leave, then think momentarily. “Shoot, shoot, shoot.” I mutter, “Impulse, we left Impulse!”

I remember Gem shouting where everyone was, I already knew where Cub had gone. Kinda. Under the theatre, but I don't really know if he's gonna be gone for long. But Impulse, he went in with us and vanished.

Just what is that theatre?

[brucewaynehater101]

SPECIAL DEATH MESSAGE:

(offers you a dainty bone china teacup full of earwax)

Republicans have an uncanny taste for the inside of Donald Trump's rectum

Someone genetically engineered the noses off of my space sheep. The whole sniffer bloodline is being executed for smelly crimes. Also appearing on toast, THE FRIED TOMLINSON SPAM EGG CHIPS AND SINGERS!

Upon their second meeting he scolded her for upsetting the Queen of the Artichokes

Insallah, the [genocidal eugenicist] reptile shall be made into air conditioning

In this brutal, breakneck first-person booter, the Anger Foot introduces the ruthless gangs of dystopian cesspit Shit City to a fury of feet and firepower.

(in heavy Hungarian accent) Great bewbies, Honeybun. My lower intestine is full of spam, egg, spam, bacon, spam, baked beans, spam, spam, and spam. My n1pples! (I am dragged offscreen by a Victorian London bobby as Vikings chant loudly)

Does he have foreskeen eyes?

Massive swarms of cicadas devouring our crops, check. Rivers and seas boiling, check. Lots of natural disasters, check. Leprosy rates spiking among Americans who have never even seen an armadillo (a plague of sores and boils), check. (That last one especially so in Florida, I guess God hates DeSantis.) Speaking of which, false prophets, check and double check.

Many used camels be upon you. GETAWAY CAMELS! GETAWAY DATES! ONLY SLIGHTLY USED! GARRYS MOD HAS MADE BRAIN IS FULL OF POOTIS!

(but earwax isn't drinkable :( Is it to look at?)

"Republicans have an uncanny taste for the inside of Donald Trump's rectum." Is that a clever way to say they kiss ass???

Space sheep! Now I'm imagining star patterned sheep 🥺 Sucks they're all being killed off, though :/ Have you seen that one detective show where this guy solves crimes cause he can smell real good? Very curious how he vs the sheep would go

Idk wtf a Tomlinson is, but spam and eggs sound gross :( At least a singer is there? For the toast 🍞🥂

Artichokes are delicious. Would the queen be offended if I ate one in front of them?

"Insallah" is a cool as fuck phrase. I hope God approved of turning a genocidal eugenicist reptile into air conditioning. Fucker deserves it. Might as well get used out of the gross reptile

First-person booter?? I'm guessing "Anger Foot" is the name of the game... Booter, like kicking someone? Which makes sense later with the fury of feet and firepower. Ig Shit City would probably be a horrible place to live (but also fun?? As long as you are strong enough against feet?)

Well... I don't like spam or eggs and baked beans are alright... You seem to very much like them plus bacon if your lower intestines are full of it. Would that be a balanced meal? It seems like a lot of protein

Whelp... Vikings are cool. Wonder what their chanting would sound like. Though cops aren't cool in comparison :/ Bobby is a funny name for 'em, though.

Lots of questions about "foreskeen eyes" Is that foreskin eyes (which... would that make them reptile eyes??) or forseen eyes (fortune telling eyes [fortune eyes is a fantastic song])

Cicadas!!! Their carcasses are scary :( We do have a ton of natural disasters occurring (I feel like that's the wrong term cause they ain't gonna end).

I didn't know much about DeSantis. All I knew is that I can't visit Flordia anymore :/ There's some wild shit online about him, though. On the related topic, makes sense why climate is revolting against him.

Hmm... Who's the false prophets this is addressing? And, what would they need to double check? Perhaps double checking the lies (since they are false)?

Used camels be upon you... Hmm... What would a not used camel be? What makes them used? Is it bad that they are used? It's maybe good that they are used as a getaway (depends on the circumstances)

Dates, on the other hand, do not make good getaways. They are tasty, though

Wait... Are the dates slightly used? Cause I'm good. I will only consume unused dates

Garrys mod??? And the only thing I'm seeing for pootis is a weird looking bird :/

[demonsfate]

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE.

name: abaddon, but only azazel knows him by that name. most call him devil, but some will call him devil jin or, more affectionately, dj

eye color: bright red, gold post purification.

hair style/color: raven spiky hair, ends split since it's a lil messy, bangs hang down his face but are parted in the middle.

height: 6'0"

clothing style: gothic - like, usually prefers to wear black, even if it's just casual tees. he loves wearing suits & big jackets because he thinks they make him resemble a king. he loves leather, too. to adorn his look, sometimes he'll wear a necklace.

best physical feature: eyes & lips. but he does have an 8-pack ...

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE.

your fears: "is it weird to say i can't think of anything? i suppose the only fear i have as of current is failing jin and the people i care about."

your guilty pleasure: "why would i feel ... okay, i do sometimes smell humans, and get hungry ... i really like smelling them because of that, but i'll never eat somebody again, i swear."

your ambitions for the future: “before, i wanted to conquer the world, and eventually eradicate humanity. now? i think i just want to live with jin. i know i'll never make up for my actions, but i hope to make amends as much as i can."

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS.

your first thoughts waking up: “i wonder what jin will do today, and what i'll do when he gives me my time of the day. it feels like i can do so much yet so little at the same time...”

what you think about most: "i spend a lot of time thinking about the past. yes, it's something i've accepted, but it's still something that creeps up on me at times. a habit i need to get over.”

what you think about before bed: "excited to find out what i'll learn about humans and living tomorrow."

what you think your best quality is: "my strength. i think i'm capable of using it for good.”

WHAT’S BETTER?

single or group dates: “every date's a group date when you share your body with someone.”

to be loved or respected: “hm... loved.”

beauty or brains: “can i say strength?”

dogs or cats:  “i don't know... cats climb me, but dogs bark at me, both of which annoy me. can i say neither?”

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU…

lie:  “aside from fighting, lying used to be what i was best at. i try to refrain from it now.”

believe in yourself: “absolutely.”

believe in love: “i do now.”

want someone: “yes.”

LAYER SIX: EVER BEEN…

been on stage: “what kind of stage? i used to give many speeches as the zaibatsu leader.”

done drugs: “weed, i guess.”

changed who you were to fit in: “does pretending to be someone else for the benefit of a plan counts?”

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES.

favorite color: “black and red!”

favorite animal: “i'm still not very interested in animals. Birds are somewhat fascinating, though.”

favorite movie: “jin and i watched riki-oh recently and it was funny."

favorite game: “super mario bros. 3 has been quite entertaining."

LAYER EIGHT: AGE.

day your next birthday will be: “august 5th.”

how old will you be: “23, i guess.”

age you lost your virginity: “hmm...” ( depends on verse, but usually 21/22)

does age matter: “sometimes. usually i prefer someone within my age range. obviously, i don't want them 80, and i don't want them to be children either, yuck.”

LAYER NINE: IN A PERSON.

best personality: "i like confident people who are strong and can put up a good fight. high spirited people who are ready to take on the world are to be admired."

best eye color: “it doesn't matter much to me.”

best hair color: “this also doesn't matter much, but i prefer darker hair colors over lighter.”

best thing to do with a partner: "bowling! or volleyball! or eating together! or sparring! or gaming! there are a lot of fun things to do with a partner. i might even find more fun things to do soon!”

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE.

i love: “relaxing in bed with a nice sandwich after a long, busy day.”

i feel: “grateful.”

i hide: “nothing, not anymore.”

i miss: “the zaibatsu's wealth.”

i wish: “things could've been different from the start.”

TAGGED BY: i did this a while ago lol. but i realized a lot of the information was outdated and has been changed since then. though, i also answered this as pre-purified devil, as this was an old thing before tek8 was released. it was still outdated tho. answered this as purified devil bc... even if dj was like That for a while, he is purified in current / main verse, so...

TAGGING: since it's been a while since i filled this, i'll try to tag new ppl i think haven't done it yet. @rockstarsoldier @ourladyoflight @littledancingphoenix @bravesung @bittcnneck

[dream-meister-translations]

NAVI - VOICE COLLECTION

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"Hm~? Why ya looking at me like that? You want to be friends me? Hmm… That's impossible, so no I don't think you can!"

"Isn't it funny how crazy humans are? But out of all them, Master is by far the craziest~! Hahaha★!"

"What's the matter? If you have something to say, just give the order. Maybe then I won't be able to disobey you~?"

"A dream, huh? Hmmm… Pffahahahhaha! That's so stupid! Even if you had one, it's not like you could do anything about it."

"Ugh, what a pain…"

"I hate those guys!"

"Buh-Bai, Master! I'm off to play with everyone~! Sorry if I don't come back~♪!"

"Treasure hunting? Why would we do that? Ugh, you're just like Master… Yes, yes, fine, I'll do it."

"Ha! Look, it's Itsuki! I knew I smelled something stupid★!"

"I'm getting kind of tired…. I should play a prank on master! I'll think of something!"

"This area is kind of… Sparkling? It's shining so bright… Could it be… Itsuki?"

"I'm back~★ And I found the treasure! Here ya go!"

"Hey, Master! I did my best! Any compliments? Praise? Feel free to thank me a lot!"

"Hmm? What's with me? I feel like playing a huge prank. But I only wanna play a big prank on you~"

"Wow! We did it!"

"You can do whatever you want to me~ I can't go against you anyway★!"

"Does my Master like it when I get strong? Why? I don't understand you people…"

"I think the Master's happier about this than I am… Look, you're smiling! What a funny face!"

"I'm stronger than ever~★! Are you happy? Are you having fun? Haha, you look just how I thought you would!

"You humans really are useless creatures~★! …I'm sure that will never change."

"Boo! …Huh, aren't you surprised? What a stupid face~★!

"Master isn't like other human beings… Something's different about you… I can feel it… Maybe it's cuz you hold the key…"

"Don't look at me like that! Makes me feel all weird! Kinda… Nostalgic…"

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EVAN : I will make it happen. I refuse to be less than that human. NAVI : Evan, usually you're all pouty, but right now you're working so hard. Hahaha~ So serious.

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EVAN : Haha! How's that!? I knew that if Crow could do it I could do it just as good! NAVI : Yes, yes, amazing~★ Evan is such a serious guy. And he hates to lose~

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ITSUKI : …Uhm!? Na-Navi! W-Why are you pulling so hard on my clothes. H-Hey! Stop that! NAVI : Oh my God, I'm in trouble, so much trouble! Anyway, you didn't have to make a big deal out of it! You could've just fallen over like you were supposed to!

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NAVI : I'm going to play a prank~ ITSUKI : Even at a time like this?

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ITSUKI : Navi! NAVI : What is it~

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ITSUKI : Brilliant, Navi! NAVI : Can you praise me some more~?

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NAVI : Tsun-tsun★ Evan is such a tsun. EVAN : Don't say "tsun-tsun" one more time!

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NAVI : Hey, Himmel. The Master is sleeping, we should scare her. It'll be fun, right? HIMMEL : Navi you shouldn't play a trick on the master…

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HIMMEL : …..Ngh….Navi…..Prank…Tsun-Tsun…. NAVI : Himmel, you're sleeping comfortably. I'll leave you behind if you don't wake up~

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NAVI : Hey, I think we're lost! What should we do!? HIMMEL : It's our fate to be lost…There's nothing we can do about it.

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NAVI : Himmel, are you sleeping? I was slacking off and you didn't even seem to care. HIMMEL : I'm awake…I was just a little out of it…

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NAVI : You really are a mopey joe! When I see you so down like that… I wanna pull a funny face like this! EMPPU : Do what you want. I don't care. It won't make a single ripple in my heart.

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EMPPU : I'm… teaming up with Navi? Okay… I guess I can follow orders. NAVI : Watch your mouth, Mopey Joe! I could already tell you weren't gonna like it but, God, you didn't have to be so rude!

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NAVI : You should be more selfish I think~! Like me? I'm only loyal to Master! EMPPU : Selfishness is born from feelings, no? Therefore, I cannot. I'm just not like you.

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NAVI : Hey, you're smiling~★! Oh? Didn't you smile just now? See! I'm so happy~! EMPPU : …I don't feel anything… It's just your imagination…

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TILIA : Hmm… If you look closely at Navi… He's actually really soft and fluffy… Like a stuffed animal… NAVI : H-Hey! Can you stop staring at me with that weird look on your face!? It's giving me the creeps!

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NAVI : Ugh, it's so gloomy and my hair's getting all sticky. Can we go home nowww? TILIA : I guess so. We've worked hard enough, right? Let's quit it for today.

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TILIA : If we don't come back with results, we might just get thrown away. NAVI : Oh, that's fine. It's not like we matter anyway, right? We're just helpless fairies★

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NAVI : Searching for the truth~★! I think there could be no greater cause for Tilia and me~, wouldn't you agree~? TILIA : That's true. Though I think you not just giving up the search is commendable enough on its own.

[wow-cool-robot]

Episode 15: Katz's Sorty

less excited to see what katz contributes

listen, i have a feeling i'm going to be feeling bad for all the cyber newtypes. just a hunch, with nothing to back it up

is rosamia australian?

amuro: did you send fraw over to me? hayato: did it annoy you? amuro: not really hayato: then yes, that was me

amuro you are 22. you do not get to feel old watching the new generation rise up

katz and kamille are very polite to each other. it's good to feel like this show finally has a relatively substantial supporting cast

it's good to see katz's perspective on what was going on back then, as well as some more on what hayato's been up to since the war ended. the reason they had kennedy so easily was because he was the director there

nice to see quattro still has a healthy respect for everyone on the white base

it's the meme! quattro wouldn't meet up with amuro just to mock him, but i bet he'd make sure to do so if he was in the area

glad to see them healthily discussing lalah. i'm sure this will end well and without any counterattacking necessary

amuro talking to kamille about their shared experiences is also very good

rosamia's paranoia about this seems legitimately delusional

what the hell is anyone doing in a biplane? it belongs in a museum

katz is very enthusiastic about helping. so far i'm on board with him being here

kamille you can't sleep in a binder, it may help your dysphoria but it's super bad for you (or so i'm told, having no personal experience with the matter)

beltorchika? i thought that was sayla for a second and got excited. i know her va was sick or on vacation or something, but i still would like to see more sayla

katz does not appreciate being treated like a child

why does amuro need to be woken up for this? that's no reason to be mean, but i don't see why he needs to be there

hmm. very weird to sniff him, even if it's just because you think you recognized the soap

quattro seeing amuro talking to someone and sort of awkwardly scooting past the door

thank you for not outing quattro

san francisco? coming up while quattro is avoiding amuro? hmmm

and amuro defends quattro? what's up with them? (holy hell no wonder this ship kept the franchise afloat)

love to see a good bridge

come on katz, no need to steal the gundam when you already have a perfectly good pilot. maybe start off in a gm or a rick dias, something replaceable if you fuck up in a suit you've never piloted before

how many times has the gundam mk ii been stolen? too many. someone put a lock on that thing

has beltorchika not heard of amuro? i feel like he must be famous

yeah obviously amuro doesn't want to fight, but if there are 15 year olds in the field of battle he knows he should probably be out there too

beltorchika also afraid of the sky falling. makes sense the colony drop would have that kind of widespread effect. i saw what it did to australia

yeah no shit it's different from a zaku! the gundam was completely different, and this is 8 years beyond that!

yeah it's real obvious you aren't as good as kamille

quattro and kamille with the save

hey, at least katz didn't completely blow it. just mostly

kamille, why are you angry about her damaging the bridge. that's not the biggest problem here

oh, she escaped. and of course kamille smells the scent of a woman or whatever the deal with matilda was

there aren't many real teamwork based kills, so it's nice to see that

stop hitting your kid :(

i mean, katz fucked up real bad, but slapping him is not the answer

after the lowpoint of episode 12 the show's still going strong. kamille's been sidelined for a few episodes, so i hope we'll see more of him soon

[goldenagenonsense]

Action Comics No. 3 [August 1938]

Issue three! Supposedly involving some kind of workout regime, I dunno, I barely understand modern advertisements, much less 30s advertisements. There might or might not be drugs involved somewhere, I think this was the era when Coca-Cola still had cocaine in it. It would certainly explain some of the things that went into Golden Age comics, anyway.

The cover of this issue is, once again, not Superman related, so I’m not including it, but it is a good example of the weird uncanny valley art style - like it’s almost realistic, but not quite. Just on the edge between realistic and comic.

Also, I haven’t mentioned it before, but there are, like, advertisements on the page before the first stories of each issue. This particular one is advertising DC’s other runs of the time: More Fun Comics, New Adventure Comics, and… Detective Comics! Yes, the run Batman is in! Why have I not mentioned them yet? Because Batman doesn’t actually show up in Detective Comics until Issue 27, which is published not quite a year from the publication date of this particular issue. That will be covered, what, ten posts from now? So yeah, a bit more (murderous) Superman to go first.

We enter in on a cave-in, rocks falling and beams shattering, trapping a miner - Stanislaw Kober - inside.

It seems like this issue’s story (or at least the first one?) will focus on the appalling lack of OSHA, which… does that even exist yet at the point of this publication? (checks) Apparently it did, though it was called the Bureau of Labor Standards, and it kind of fell off during WW2, got reinforced after the war ended, fell off again, and then unions put enough pressure on that the government officially founded OSHA in 1971. So there technically are labor laws and safety standards in place, but workplaces definitely would be willing to let them slip.

The news is quickly spread via telegraph around the world, including to the Daily Planet- I mean Daily Star. Clark quickly asks the editor to let him handle the assignment; the editor gives him the go-ahead. In short order, Superman is racing to the scene as fast as possible - faster than the fastest airplane! Which, at the time, would be 200 mph - a slight jump up from the 125 mph of the fastest express train that he was measured again in the first issue. Power escalation already! Tut tut, for shame.

(And yes, I do get that they weren’t thinking about that, just comparing him to various Very Fast things to show he’s also Very Fast, not to have actual numbers slapped on him. He’s as fast (and strong) as the story needs, nothing less and nothing more.)

When Superman gets there, he disguises himself as a miner and approaches the pit. The entrance is cordoned off by the police, keeping other workers back while the rescue crew does their jobs; unfortunately, said rescue crew hasn’t signaled in the last ten minutes. Clark pretends to slip and fall, sending him down into the lift-shaft.

Down Superman plunges, much like Alice fell into Wonderland once upon a time. Unfortunately for him, at the bottom of this hole is no rabbit, but instead, poisonous gas! Fortunately, Superman is immune to poisonous gasses (at least the ones found in mine shafts), so he simply marches on until he stumbles upon the unconscious search crew.

I wonder which gas(ses) in particular were down here. There’s a litany of ones to be found, with different levels of danger involved. Methane and carbon monoxide are odorless, while carbon dioxide has a slight odor hard to detect by humans. I’m going to guess that the gas in question is the latter, since Superman is smelling it, but who knows how impressive his alien super-senses are. Then again, carbon dioxide itself technically isn’t poisonous, while the other two are. Hmm. Ah well, I suppose it doesn’t matter too much.

Superman hauls all the rescue crew to the elevator and tugs on the signal cord, and soon they’re on the way up to safety and fresh air. Superman himself heads back into the mine to get to work on the cave-in and rescuing Kober. He rounds a corner and finds the cave-in, only an arm sticking out to signal where the miner is.

(Honestly shocked that the guy’s not dead, but like, comic books I guess.)

Superman declares it child’s play, pulling out the rocks and debris as easily as if it were built of putty. He’s lucky that there isn’t an additional cave-in through the process, or like, any shifting of debris that could crush the man Supes is trying to save. 

Soon enough, he’s pulling Kober out of the rocks, noting that the man is in serious condition and needs to get to a hospital immediately. However, his rush is stymied by a new issue - the signal cord isn’t working! Oh no! How will Superman, who last issue was able to jump high enough to intercept a plane, possibly get himself out of this deep mine hole??

...knowing comics, probably not by jumping. 

And moving on to the next page, looks like I’m right! Superman instead puts the miner over his shoulder and proceeds to haul himself up the elevator cable at a rapid pace. The men at the top notice his climb and are shocked by it - but not as shocked as they are to see Kober. They quickly help pull Kober up, rushing him to a hospital as fast as possible.

…also I just realized that this bit with the whole free climb of the elevator cable, plus the hauling rocks, could be part of the whole ‘exercise routine’ mentioned in last issue’s advertisement, since rope climbs and weight lifts are definitely common exercises, just, you know, done with actual ropes and weights instead of this stuff. 

Or maybe I’m just reading too much into a 1930s ad in a comic book. Wouldn’t be the first time I nitpick on stupid details.

A brief timeskip has Clark Kent reporting back to the boss about Kobel’s rescue by an unidentified miner… as well as his crippling injuries. Which, yeah, oof, not surprised when he was buried in rocks. This is why OSHA matters, folks.

The next day, Clark goes to visit Kober. Clark lets him know he works for a ‘powerful newspaper’ - which I mean, I guess before TV news stations, newspapers were the main ways people got info, so like, the more popular, the more influence? I wonder which paper Daily Star correlates to… hmm…

Anyway. Clark asks if the tragedy was preventable. Kober says sure. Months ago, the miner knew the mine was unsafe - but when they told the boss’s foremen, they said if the miners didn’t like it, they could just quit. Clark is shocked - the owner disregarded the mine’s dangerous conditions. Kober again confirms it. The miners couldn’t quit, not when they had wives and kids and bills to pay. So they went back to mine for long hours and little pay, all while at risk of death.

That is the face of a man about to break someone’s neck, or possibly rip their heart out of their chest with their bare hands.

It takes Clark an hour to get an audience with Thornton Blakely, the owner of the mine. He asks if a pension has been arranged for the miner crippled in the cave-in. Blakely scoffs at the idea - Kober’s own carelessness got him injured. However, the company might be generous enough to pay for most of the hospital bill, and may even consider offering a retirement bonus.

Clark wants to know if the bad safety conditions of the mine will be fixed. Blakely says there are none - and even if there were, so what? He’s a businessman, not a humanitarian! He then firmly ends the interview, stating it’s ‘none of [Clark’s] business.’

Well then. Considering what he did to weapon munitions man, I have a feeling that Blakely’s going to take a nice, fun tour of his own mines… especially the unstable parts. :) 

That night, Superman re-dons his miner disguise and leaps over the wall guarding the Blakely estate - and, hilariously, is described as ‘like some occult, avenging demon.’ My god, he really is just Batmanning it up before Batman is even a thing. No wonder those two losers became such fast friends. They have the same dramatic flair even this early on in the timeline.

Or, well, maybe they do? I guess I’ll have to wait and see when I get to the first Batman comic.

Superman approaches the estate, listening in on the sounds of laughter, music, and revelry coming from within; he peers through and discovers a gay party in progress. Damn, guess we can’t cancel Blakely anymore, he throws gay parties, interrupting would be homophobic.

…to be clear, the above is a joke. I know gay was used entirely as an alternative for ‘merry’ or ‘happy’, which implies this is just a cheerful gathering between Blakely and his upper crust pals and gals. Too bad that Superman plans on crashing the party, possibly metaphorically, possibly not. 

Before he can decide which, the guards catch him, quickly grappling him. Superman deliberately lets them capture him, staying quiet against their questioning until they decide to bring him in to face the boss himself. Which, points to Clark, that is a clever way to get himself inside without breaking in and causing a much bigger scene. Like this, he’s completely underestimated, and so in full control of how things will play out over the next… however long it takes for his plan to go into motion.

I have to admit, for all I joke about him being murderous, he’s also very much the same clever problem solver we see in modern comics. He has fewer powers, so he has fewer tools, but he damn well knows how to use what tools he has in order to accomplish his goals. Most importantly, how to be underestimated and dismissed as a threat.

I wonder if that’s one of the things he picked up while growing up in the orphanage. Huh.

Blakely is annoyed at the interruption. The guards explain how they found Clark peeping through the window, probably planning a theft. They’re very eager to take him to the station to rough him up, one exclaiming how a few minutes alone in the back-room at headquarters will have a full confession out of him. Nice to know that police have always been corrupt bastards.

Blakely directly asks Clark what he has to say for himself. Clark fakes an accent and faulty English, exclaiming wide-eyed about the beautiful women, the rich party, how he’d heard of such things but never seen them, so he just had to. Blakely fails to see through the ruse, dismissing him as just a sap, and telling the guards to just give him a beating before letting him loose. The guards grab him and start to drag him out - then Blakely changes his mind, deciding to let Clark stay.

Considering I doubt Blakely has discovered his compassion in the last thirty seconds, I can only imagine he’s got something worse planned. 

Blakely calls out to his guests, asking them to gather round. The party is about to liven up, after all! One of the lady guests comments on how this will be fun, and that Blakely’s got one of his comical inspirations. Another lady guest notes how Elsa Maxwell (who?) has nothing on Blakely when it comes to throwing novel parties. 

Damn, I was joking about the morally dubious party guests, but I am somehow not surprised to find out that, yeah, they’re probably all assholes who are going to get their asses handed to them sometime in the near future.

Blakely makes a whole show to his guests, presenting Clark as a social-climbing miner who narrowly missed a beating because he wanted to see how the other half lived. Clark is confused at what Blakely is leading up to, and I admit I am as well, because the next thing Blakely does is turn and introduce Clark to the guests, describing them as a mob of pampered nincompoops whose sole activity in life is searching for new ways to escape boredom.

I am so confused. My friends suggested Blakely’s trying to use this to one-up someone, but like, uh, who? Why? I would say that no one could possibly be this stupid, but then the same friend pointed out that this is pretty much exactly something certain modern-day billionaires would say, so like. :|

The nincompoops in question are a touch offended at being called as such. Blakely brings his hands up as if to placate the crowds, suggesting that they all compromise. And I swear, I stared at this man’s smarmy grin and his body language and immediately thought of that ‘oh you’ meme dog.

See? Same energy. I knew I wasn’t hallucinating.

Blakely goes on to present his grand idea: they’ll finish the party in the mines! Their new miner pal will guide them and feast his eyes on them, and they will get to make merry in the bowels of the earth! All the rich people at the party cheer at this brilliant idea, calling Blakely a genius.

I again wish I could say that no rich people could possibly be this stupid, then I remember we had that whole private deep sea explorer that went down to the Titanic with several billionaires inside not too long ago that went sploot because they stripped out most of the safety measures. So this is actually incredibly realistic to have happening, even if I’m sure that Clark is still internally going ‘what the fuck, there’s no way these people are that stupid.’

No, seriously, literally as far as he got into his plan was ‘get himself inside and talk to Blakely,’ he had no part in Blakely’s decision to take everyone to the same coal mines that were recently filled with poisonous gas. He probably was planning on giving them a good scare or two in order to get them to support more safety measures in the mines, but now he’s gonna have to save them all from committing suicide via sheer stupidity.

[Insert from friends:

[Tyler] …These people are making it so easy, if it were a Joker trap he’d just leave cause it’s no fun

[Reni] Let them die Clark. Natural selection is coming]

Well, I can now confirm that I have literally zero regrets in deciding to read golden age comics, this is the kind of quality content you just don’t get nowadays.

And so, led by Superman, the crowd of singing, shouting, sable-and-evening-clothes-clad party-goers march gaily towards the mine. They crowd themselves onto the shaft elevator, and make light of things while heading down into the depths. 

One man brags about bringing along some sandwiches, while another asks who brought flasks. One of the ladies calls the whole thing thrilling. The sandwich man flirts a bit with the woman in question, teasing her about holding tight to the rail, then wondering why she won’t hold onto him, what the rail has that he doesn’t. 

The sad thing is that there are dudes out there that would say that kind of thing completely seriously/jealously, which saddens me. That it’s not the case here is a slim upside to this entire disastrous mess. 

When they reach the bottom, Blakely is out first, presenting the mine to his guests as they step out. He tells them he promised them a thrill, and asks what they thought of it. A woman sniffs and calls it a horrid-looking place. As others walk further in, they start to mutter - disbelief that people actually work down there, that the place is awful, that they shouldn’t have come.

Like, no fucking shit???? Gotta love people this disconnected from reality realizing for the first time that their bubbles don’t make up everything. Also like, what the fuck did Blakely think he was gonna accomplish with this stunt???? 

Rich people.

Superman drops back, having finally put together a plan to take advantage of this moment. He starts breaking some of the support beams, causing several rocks to fall. He looks over his work, figuring it’ll work out, then returns to the group just in time to meet with an irate Blakely. Blakely wants to know where he disappeared to; Superman plays dumb. Before the interrogation can continue, a rumbling roar shakes the cavern, spooking the rich folk into fleeing back towards the elevator -

But it’s too late; they’re caved in. Blakely panics as he realizes they’re buried alive, which causes one of the ladies to faint from the shock of it. (Possibly also from poisonous gas, but who knows.) Blakely begs Superman for help, that he’s already suffocating. Superman again plays dumb, stating that there’s at least another twenty-four hours of air.

Gotta love how he works in that subtle little ‘fuck you’ there, since Blakely earlier dismissed these conditions as ‘perfectly fine, who needs to waste money on safety concerns’ and all that.

Blakely takes this as good news, since surely a rescue squad will be there in no time! Superman warns him that it could be rescued in five minutes, or possibly never. One of Blakely’s guests seems to not like that bit of news, because he goes swinging at Blakely, who panics and scrambles away. Other guests hold the man back, but are pretty mulish, even as Blakely panics more. 

Blakely then remembers the safety devices. Oh, how could he forget those? They’re basically already saved! The other guests take relief in that, praising the devices and expressing their relief.

Meanwhile, I’m just sitting here like ‘safety devices? You mean the ones you likely deliberately refused to buy earlier because they weren’t needed? The ones that definitely don’t exist, since ‘the mine has no safety hazards’??? THOSE safety devices?’

Oh, it seems I stand corrected, there ARE safety devices down here. Blakely shows them off, explaining how all he has to do is break the glass cover and jerk down the electric signal lever. The man who went off on him before apologies for his rashness, which Blakely accepts - in before he realizes that, no, the device doesn’t work! Superman explains how all the safety devices down there are rusty and no good.

Well, shucks! Guess the man has to strangle Blakely after all. He swears at Blakely, stating that if he’d gotten proper devices installed, they’d have gotten out alive. Another man steps in, stating that there’s no time to quarrel. The angry man declares that their lives are at stake here! Blakely agrees, grabbing one of the abandoned pickaxes nearby and shoving it at Superman, telling him to get busy. Superman declares that he’s fine with dying - if they want out so bad, they can dig! When Blakely swears that he’ll get Supes fired if they get out of there, Supes again reiterates that that’s a big ‘if’ there.

With no other options, the party-goers make a desperate, vain attempt at battering down the wall of coal. They’re knee-deep in water, struggling with unwieldy tools, slipping and falling frequently. All in all, I’m going to bet that none of them are ever going to forget this. At least they aren’t bored. (I bet they are all desperately wishing for those good times when they were just bored.)

Despite their best efforts, the dwindling air supply and the heavy physical labor start to get to them. And the miners have to do this for fourteen hours a day?? Even with a rescue party at work on the opposite side of the cave-in, there’s enough of a barrier that the party-goers have all but given up, moaning about their inevitable deaths. Even Blakely is in tears, stating that if only he could do it all over again, that he hadn’t realized what the men down there had to face.

Superman, seeing that his plan has succeeded, picks himself up and gets ready to work. The guests collapse from exhaustion and air deprivation (probably not helped by whatever poisonous gasses - like, say, carbon dioxide - are no doubt thinning out their already limited oxygen.) While they’re passed out, Superman starts tearing down the barrier, just enough to allow the rescue crew to get through the rest. The rich folk stir, elated for the save, even as the rescue crew warns them to hurry, since another cave-in could happen at any moment.

We close out on a final panel, several days later. Clark Kent pays Blakely another visit in this office, and gets a very different attitude from before. This time, Blakely brags how his mine will be the safest in the country, with the best treated workers. His time in the mines brought their problems closer to his understanding. Clark congratulates him, wishing for it to be a permanent policy.

(And mutters under his breath and/or thinks to himself how, if it isn’t, Blakely can expect another visit from Superman.)

Good to know we didn’t go an entire issue without a death threat of some kind, I was worried for a bit at the end there. Then again, the whole ‘collapsing the mine’ thing probably counts as a silent one, since he seemed fine with letting them die from air deprivation if they didn’t reform? Maybe he would have still saved them, but I am honestly not sure. I want to say he wouldn’t, but like. That’s me still treating him as similar to modern Supes except for where the explicit differences are.

This issue had so much happen. Superman briefly entertaining his inner Batsona. Rich people committing flagrant acts of stupidity for the bit. A whole arc on the importance of OSHA. Reading golden age comics was a great decision, and I can’t wait to find out what fuckery Clark gets up to next time.

[shadyteacup]

Congrats on 300 followers! You really deserve it cuz you're so talented and amazing. Can I request a angst prompt 11 with dazai thank you ❤️

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Here's some sad angst... n no, it doesn't have a fluffy end... :(

Osamu Dazai + “Tell me you don’t want to leave. Say I’m enough to make you stay. I know it’s not true, but please just say it.”

Warnings: Angst, strong language. || Word count: somewhere around 1600, ig..

Get Out

You were an observant person. You were pretty sharp and thoughtful. You weren’t dumb. In fact, you were smarter than the average John or Jane Doe. You never ignored any signs or forewarnings that your brain threw at you. You always reported if something seemed fishy. You have never ignored someone’s wrong doings before.

But then again, there’s a first time for everything.

Sighing, you opened the door for your boyfriend.

“Hey.”

You said as you turned around almost immediately, ignoring his smile. Walking inside, you sat back at your desk, resuming your work.

Dazai stepped in, confused and worried. He had a lot on his mind as of late. He had to maintain a perfect balance between home and work, and it was taking a toll on his wellbeing. He hoped it wasn’t affecting your mental state. Maybe seeing him depressed all the time was lowering your spirits? He dearly hoped that wasn’t the case, for he was trying really hard to relieve his stress before coming home. He tried his best to stay happy and come home with a smile.

He threw his coat on the couch, kicking his shoes off and getting himself a glass of water. He was tired and parched.

As he gulped down the heavenly liquid, he observed you from the corner of his eye. You were staring at the screen, hands frozen above the keyboard. You were thinking about something. It worried him. Your random zone out sessions made him question his behaviour. Was he being rude or mean to you? Was he the cause of your constant worry?

“Y/N?”, he called out to you, trying to get you to snap out of it.

You flinched slightly, peering at him through your lashes.

“Hmm?”

He walked over to hug you from behind, but you got up, effectively avoiding him.

“What’s wrong?”

He furrowed his brows, reaching out to grab onto your sleeve.

You froze at the contact.

“Why don’t you get changed? We can have dinner then.”

Dazai held onto you, determined to get an answer out of you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Why are you ignoring me?”

“I ordered Thai food today. Its from that new restraint around the corner. Riddhi really recommends it.”

“Stop ignoring me. And who’s Riddhi?”

“My friend. You haven’t met her.”

You tried pulling out of his grasp, but he pulled you forward, holding onto both your arms, now.

“Look at me. Y/N.”

You sighed, avoiding his gaze.

“Why don’t you get changed? I’ve picked out a shirt for you. It’s on the bed.”

Dazai was fed up with your aloof behaviour. You had been acting strange and distant for weeks now. Everyday was the same. He would come home to you acting weird, you would ask him to change, and only then would you let him touch you. He was tired of this bullshit. He had tried asking you politely and patiently, but every time you evaded his questions. He was done with beating around the bush.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this? What the hell have I even done?!”

He shook you, trying to pry an answer from you.

“Answer me! Tell me! What is it? Whatever it is, I’m sure we can figure it out. But you must tell me first. You have to speak. Say something!”

You ignored him, looking down at the carpeted floor.

Dazai sighed, letting go of your arms.

“Do you even care about us?”, he asked you.

“Tell me you don’t want to leave. Say I’m enough to make you stay. I know it’s not true, but please just say it”.

You whispered.

Dazai stared at you, confused.

“Of course, you’re enough. Tell me if you care. Do you even love me?”

You stepped back, trying to control your emotions.

“You’re the one going around fucking others. Unlike you, I actually care, Dazai.”

You whispered, afraid to look him in the eye. It had been weeks since you had smelled that perfume on him. It was sweeter than his own but had a musky undertone to it. That, paired with the random marks all over his body, was enough to convince you that he was having an affair. He was smart; he had tried subduing the perfume by carrying his own cologne with him and reapplying it after the deed was done. Whoever he was with probably supported him, as they always bit near the marks you had left. Your marks and their marks coincided.

Only you knew which marks were fresh and which were old. They didn’t know this, and often nipped at partially healed skin, reviving the bruise and giving it a nasty purple hue. That was a clear indication.

What disgusted you is that the person Dazai was sleeping with knew that he was cheating on his partner, and was supporting him by playing along with his plans.

The extra hours were also a clear give away. You had even called Yosano and Kunikida to ensure that the agency had called it a day. Both of them had told you that everyone had left the office, while your boyfriend claimed to be in a client meeting with Kunikida.

It was laughable how incompetent he considered you to be. Did he really think his half assed attempts at covering up would fool you?

“What the hell are you saying-”

“Don’t act dumb. I’m not stupid, you know that.”

Dazai continued his act, hoping to prove you wrong by putting it all on you.

“I’m a loyal partner, Y/N. Just because I’ve been having more work load lately, doesn’t mean you go around assuming shit about me. I honestly thought you were better than this.”

You sighed, finally meeting his gaze.

The dead look in them proved to him that he was caught. He could not do anything to fool you. You knew.

“It started three weeks ago, on Monday. You went to work at eight, came home around eleven. Work hours end at 6. You were smelling different. It was distinct. You never wear perfumes that have a sweet undertone.”

You stared at him dead in the eye, shutting him up with your gaze. He would not dare to come up with stupid excuses. Not with you looking at him like that.

“You had a hickey on your neck, on a spot that I hadn’t covered. You tried covering it up with makeup, but it wore off pretty quick. Ever since then, you have been visiting your secret friend daily. I’m guessing you go at least three rounds, since you come home so tired.”

“That’s just disgusting!”

“I thought so too. But it does tire you, doesn’t it? That’s the reason you come home so worn out. You go around having sex, and you’ve been trying to hide it from me for three weeks now. Tell me I’m wrong.”

His lack of reaction and the look of guilt plastered all over his face was as loud as a confession.

“Whoever it is, is blonde.”

He looked at you shocked.

“How-”

“I found strands all over your coat.”

He rubbed his forehead with his palm.

“You like them, don’t you? Its not just physical, is it?”

You asked with a sad smile.

“How do you know all this?”, he asked, devastated at the fact that you knew everything going on.

“I know you too well. I actually paid attention to our relationship. I cared.”

He ran a hand through his messy locks. He had been so stressed lately, he had to find an outlet. He wasn’t one to stay in any relationship for long, but he actually cared about you. He hadn’t meant to hurt you, which is why is never broke up with you. He was bored of the thing you both shared, but he knew that you cared. So, he pretended to be equally invested.

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“Because I wanted to continue this thing for as long as I could. But not anymore. I’m done.”

He widened his eyes at you. He had not expected you to end this. He might have been bored, but he still cared for you. He loved you. He didn’t want to let go yet.

“Y/N, we can work this out. Please don’t leave.”

He begged you, trying to come closer to you. You stepped back.

“Please don’t. I can’t handle your smell. That scent repels me.”

He gasped, finally realising why you didn’t let him touch you.

“The perfume is a constant reminder of my...”

“Yeah.”

“And you tolerated all that, for so long. All for us.”

You nodded, turning away.

“But it doesn’t matter anymore. Thanks to your intense questioning, I’m finally free.”

“It doesn’t have to end, Y/N! We can work this out!”

“No, we can’t. I’m not enough for your boredom, and I’m not willing to become someone else just to please you.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry, please don’t- ”

You smiled bitterly at him, before opening the door of your apartment, signalling to him.

“Get out, and only come back to get your stuff. Goodbye, Osamu.”

This story features one of my close friends, Riddhi. I had fallen short of names to use n though why not write about an actual friend? She's not on tumblr, unfortunately. Damn I miss going out with her... anyways, hope u liked it! N sorry for the rant :p

[snexy-the-snail]

Thoughts and headcanons for the five dragons?

Hmm well let's go through the list-

Also btw dragons are bastards so trigger warning fatal vore mention

Lychee Dragon Cookie: They're very rude and cynical to their prey honestly. They find the fear not only amusing but delicious as well. What better way to drain life force than then to swallow their prey whole?

Their stomach is very dark unless you have a light then you can see the true colors around you. Honestly it's not a comfortable stay either, their stomach is rough and loud and most likely they would be a fatal pred.

Also they enjoy flying which means a weird weightlessness for the poor prey trapped inside.

Another thing- they can and will snap prey up from the ground.

Lotus Dragon Cookie: this pred is a little better, but still on the apathic side. The cookies around them are more like playthings than anything else.

Still enjoys fear because it's entertaining but also enjoys any other interesting reactions.

Loves floating in water with their prey, or dicing underwater which can be weird/uncomfortable for prey.

Sees prey more as silly little pets than anything else.

Stomach is a lot more slimy than anyone else's and smells like a lotus and spring water.

Will glow a light blue and prey and see magic darting around on the inside.

Longan Dragon Cookie: Yikes let me tell you this Cookie isn't exactly the safest to be with either

They are all knowing and can and will tell you all details of how they can defeat you.

Prey is often unknowingly taunted due to this fact.

Sense they have many eyes trying to sneak away is impossible and will only annoy them further

His stomach is the worse to be in because it is *blinding* and not comfortbale at all. He does enjoy squirming so there's not exactly a quick death in store for prey.

Very efficient and finds a long battle to be annoying. Totally enjoys riddles though.

But for augments sake for them to be soft-

They will tell their favorite prey fondly about a 'better time' and show them what things were like.

Will constantly make sure their prey is up to date on information.

Pitaya Dragon Cookie (yes I know I used pink again-)

Starting off strong their stomach is *hot* and very humid. For cookies this isn't exactly an issue just a fact I'm throwing out there.

They find cookies amusing but untimely if you're respectful/curious they will absolutely sit down and tell you about everything.

They will have a soft spot for crumblings because babies are meant to be helpless its not their fault.

Has a very hot temper however.

Prey has to be very level headed and cautious to survive.

Ananas Dragon Cookie: this is literally the only Cookie that wouldnt kill their prey I'm not going to lie.

Respect is needed obviously but other than that why spend energy on destroying something so helpless?

Enjoys fighters and will keep them safe just to see them fight again.

Absolutely will gorge themselves on crumblings, they love the feeling of feeling full and most of the time the little ones are delightful.

Enjoys fear and awe.

His stomach is a bit rough but very earthy, so think of dirty.

[tacticaldiary]

Could you do Bakugou with a s/o who tries to bake a cake but fails. Cute and fluffy please.

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This...THIS I LOVE THIS! Happy Birthday to my favourite boom boom boi!

Sweet Disaster 

Pairing: Reader x Bakugou Katsuki

Genre: Fluff

So what if baking’s not her strong suit? It’s the thought that counts anyway...

“Who needs dessert when I have you?”

Bakugou seems to agree as well-

Masterlist

“Y/N?...Y/N?!” Her boyfriend’s shout startles her, and she shuts the oven door quickly, trapping the smoke inside, coughing a little and waving a hand around to disperse the cloud, she rushes out of the kitchen quickly, untying and throwing her apron on the kitchen counter. 

Appearing into the living room, she intercepts her boyfriend, who was taking quick strides towards the kitchen, a concerned scowl on his face. Once he spots her he quickly grabs her forearms, eyes flickering all over her looking for any injuries. 

“I smell smoke. What did you do?” He raises an eyebrow, looking around, but not spotting any fires. 

“...Welcome home?” She smiles nervously, glancing at the kitchen door.

Bakugou narrows his eyes and follows her gaze,pulling away to go look at the kitchen. Y/N’s eyes widen and she shouts out a “No!”, wrapping her arms around his middle and pressing her forehead on his back.

“The hell?” He stops in his tracks, thoroughly weirded out, a little worried about why she was acting like this. 

“Nothing’s wrong! You...you must be tired from work!” She exclaims, attempting to desperately change the subject. She pulls his backwards, her hand slipping into his, as she tries pulling him towards the couch.

Bakugou just shakes his head and digs his heels into the carpet, and grabs her waist, turning her around so her back is pressed against the wall nearby. He places an arm next to her head and meets her gaze, raising an eyebrow questioningly. 

It’s times like these when Y/N curses the fact that he’s stronger than her. 

She pouts a little as he huffs out a laugh and leans in closer. She can feel her face heat up, but she chooses to ignore it. 

“So you didn’t set our kitchen on fire?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.

“No...no, I didn’t.” She says, a little distracted by the way he’s so close to her. A smirk grows on his face as he sees her eyes flicker from his eyes to his nose to his lips, then back to his eyes, a hearty blush growing on her face. 

“No wonder you burnt something...you're so easy to distract.” He says in a low voice, still hosting that cocky smirk. She glares at him a little.

“Just go sit down, Katsuki.” She tries again.

“Hmm. I don’t think I will.” he states, leaning in, so mouth is right beside her ear. She can feel his breath on the side of her face, a pleasant shiver running down her spine. She feels his lips brush against her temple, before he whispers.

“How’s that cake going?”

Well. She pushes him away and crosses her arms when he laughs. 

“How did you know?” She asks, a little irked that he’d figured it out. He shakes his head, still smiling. 

“You smell like flour and sugar...and you have cake batter on your cheek. Does subtle mean nothing to you, idiot?” Her hand flies to her cheek and sure enough, she feels the yellow batter on it. Cursing quietly she doesn’t stop him when he moves to go to the kitchen.

In any other situation, it would have been funny to see his stop in his tracks, eyes widened in slight shock. Right now, though, she felt a little embarrassed. 

“Surprise?”

“How do you fuck up this badly?” He asks incredulously, looking around at the mess that was once their kitchen. Y/N whines in protest. The kitchen was messy, to say the least. Flour and cocoa powder dusted every surface, eggs were spattered onto the floor and there was batter everywhere, even on the cupboards. 

“I haven’t seen you do any better.”

 She mutters, crossing her arms, a little embarrassed at her failed attempt to bake. 

“That’s because I’ve never actually baked in front of you.” he points out, sighing at the mess, before turning back to face her. “This is actually fucking hilarious. Pro hero Y/N, beat by eggs and flour.” he snickers, leaning back on the counter. 

“You're an asshole.” She huffs. “It was for you. I was trying to bake a cake for us to enjoy, but by all means keep making fun of me.” With that, she turns on heel and starts stalking out the kitchen. “I bet it’ll be even funnier when you're eating dinner alone today!”

The amused look slips off his face, and Y/N doesn’t make it far before she’s trapped in his arms again. She struggles half-heartedly, but gives up when he doesn’t let go, opting to turn around in his arms to glare at him instead.

She ends up with an armful of Bakugou, as the only thing she manages to see is him rolling his eyes fondly, before kissing her.

She concedes and lets herself melt against him. When she pulls away and smacks his chest lightly, he only smirks, and his grip on her waist tightens. He feels a little guilty for making fun of her after seeing how upset it made her.

Bakugou Katsuki is a man of action, not words.

“I don’t give a shit if you make the worst dessert in the world.” he yanks her closer, so she has to grip his shoulder to keep herself from stumbling forward.

“Who needs dessert when I have you?” 

Y/N feels better already, and Bakugou did most definitely not eat dinner alone that night.

Request Are Open! Feel free to stop by and say hello!

(21/04/2021)

Author’s Note: Special thanks to @lanatheawesome for the bnha themed birthday cupcakes. :) Twas a very awesome present 

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS Do-S Kyuuketsu VERSUS Ⅱ Vol.6 Yuma VS Azusa [TRACK 2]

Original title: 欠ける月を見ながら

Source: Diabolik Lovers VERSUS II Vol. 6 Yuma VS Azusa [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Tatsuhisa Suzuki & Kishio Daisuke

Translator’s note: I have no words. I swear the last few minutes of this track are just Rejet having way too much fun. You cannot convince me that they wrote that without knowing that it could EASILY be taken the wrong way. I mean, the whole situation isn’t exactly ‘innocent’ either way but it sounds even more dirty than it is. I’m not gonna try and hide either ーー my mind went straight to the gutter as soon as Yuma suggested she uses her hands instead of her mouth. If you’re curious what I’m talking about, you’ll have to read the translation. ;)

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Track 2: While Gazing at the Chipped Moon

Yuma: For a basement, it’s brighter in here than I thought. Is there a window on the ceiling or somethin’? 

You follow suit.

Yuma: Ah? What’s wrong? ...Ahー Ya pissin’ yer pants? ...I don’t mind. Come here.

Yuma hugs you close.

*Rustle*

Yuma: Just stay close to me, ‘kay? ...Take a look! Right above ya! There’s a big hole to look through! ...Aah, seems like this basement is right underneath the garden. 

You look up.

Yuma: They’re a bunch of dried up branches layin’ ‘round the edges of the garden. I had no idea this kinda room was underneath it. I’m surprised. 

*Rustle*

Yuma: ...Well, I guess it helps brighten up this place a lil’ without any lights ‘round, so I don’t see a problem with it. 

Something catches his attention.

Yuma: ...Oh? 

You ask what is wrong.

Yuma: No, it’s just...Ya can see the moon through that hole, right? Take a closer look. It’s slowly bein’ chipped away at. ...What was it called again? A lunar eclipse? Ya don’t see that every day. It’s my first time seein’ one.

You agree.

Yuma: You too? Hm...I see. Well, I guess we got lucky. It’s a rare sight after all. Too bad it’s from inside this creepy room.

You tilt your head to the side.

Yuma: This room just screams ‘creepy’, no? Ya still haven’t noticed? What kind of room this is, I mean. Take a good look around.

You look around.

Yuma: There’s a bunch of strange devices, right? Ya better don’t try and act like ya don’t know what these are. 

You reluctantly answer.

Yuma: Exactly...Hehehe...Seems like this was the pentalty room. In other words, the items lined up here and there are what you’d call torture devices

*Cling cling*

Yuma: Take a look at these handcuffs. It’s still got blood on there. Means these bad boys got used at some point. Seems like the previous owner of this manor was a shitbag who loved pickin’ on the weak. 

*Cling*

Yuma: There’s freaks like that crawlin’ ‘round the surface of this earth, ya see...They either get a kick out of tormentin’ others, or enjoy gettin’ teased themselves. ...Ah, right. Ya love that sorta stuff as well, no? Hehehe...

You quickly deny.

*Cling cling*

Yuma: Now that we discovered this hidden gem, it’d be a shame not to use the room to its fullest potential, right? ーー To start things off. 

*Cling*

Yuma: I’ll put these handcuffs on ya like this. Hehe...

You protest.

Yuma: How does it feel to get robbed of yer freedom?

You beg him to take them off again. 

Yuma: Ah...Lemme think. If ya want me to remove them that badly, don’t ya think ya should adjust yer attitude a lil’? 

*Rustle rustle*

Yuma: Come on...Tell me what to do. Woah there, don’t look away. I’ve taken away yer freedom, so ya better keep yer eyes on me. 

*Rustle*

Yuma: Exactly. Hehe...Nice expression. Bet ya didn’t think I’d do this, right? ...For some reason, I’m in a weird mood right now. Could that moon be to blame? I feel restless...in a different way from usual. I don’t really get it, but it has taken control over me, and I can’t help but have this strong cravin’ for...you. Mmh...”

Yuma kisses you passionately.

Yuma: I want to make you cry, make you submit to me...and have you admit the most obscene things. Mmh...

*Smooch*

Yuma: Hm? ...Hah. Judgin’ by yer face, ya just felt yer heart skip a beat, didn’t ya? Bet ya don’t find this all too bad, huh? Fine by me. I’ll do as ya wish. Come on, brace yerself. 

*Rustle*

Yuma: What do ya want? Should I just leave some kisses here and there? Like this...Mmh...

*Smooch*

You flinch.

Yuma: Or do ya prefer the pain? Ya want these fangs, don’t ya? Haha...Don’t try and hide it. I know that you’re yearnin’ for them. However, I won’t give them to ya ーー not this easily at least. That’d be borin’ as hell, right? We’ve got this convenient room to our disposal after all...

*Cling cling*

Yuma: Makes ya wanna try and push yer boundaries a lil’, no? Hehe...Let’s leave the main course for last and enjoy some stuff we usually never get to do. Nn...

*Rustle*

Yuma: This is a whip, right? No doubt in mind that guy used this to torment those poor little lambs. ...Didn’t I tell ya earlier, there’s people who need that sorta kick. Perhaps I’m one of them as well? When I picture your expression as you fight back the pain...It sends shivers down my spine.

*Rustle*

Yuma: Ahn? I’m not actin’ like myself? Ya think so? Hah. Then this room and the moon might be messin’ with my head. I shouldn’t be interested in lil’ games enjoyed by those disgustin’ noblemen. If anythin’, they used to make me gag...So I wonder why I’m havin’ so much fun right now? ...Could this be my true colors showin’...?

*SMACK*

Yuma: Heh. This bad boy makes quite the sound. ...Wait, what am I doin’? ...Aah, my bad. I felt a lil’ dizzy just now...There really is somethin’ wrong with me, huh? Ugh...

*Rustle*

Yuma: I...

You seem worried. 

Yuma: Hah. ...Haha. Just kidding~ 

You get upset.

Yuma: Ah? I was jokin’ just now. I wanted to see what kind of face you’d make, and just couldn’t help myself.

You protest.

Yuma: It looked convincin’? Don’t be fuckin’ kiddin’ me. I’m not the type of dude who would torment the weak, geez. Ya can’t even tell the difference between the truth and an act? Ya really are an idiot.

*Cling cling*

Yuma: There we go...Oi, lift yer hands a lil’ higher. I’m gonna remove the handcuffs.

You obey.

Yuma: Ahー The hole’s over here, right? ...’Kay. ...Huh?

*Cling cling*

Yuma: Ahn? ...That’s odd...I’m pretty sure this key...Ugh...Ah!

*Clunk*

Yuma: Ah...Fuck! It broke!

You make a fuss.

Yuma: Ah, hold on! Do ya really need to get that upset!? ...Hey! Don’t hit me!

*Thud thud*

Yuma: ...Calm down!! I can just chop off yer wrists and problem solvーー

You continue protesting.

 Yuma: ...I’m just kiddin’! Geez...I’m sure we’ll find a solution if we head upstairs. ...God, yer wrists are bleedin’. It’s ‘cause ya kept on movin’ ‘round. Does it hurt?

You nod.

Yuma: Guess I have no other choice. I’ll apply first aid.

Yuma licks the wound.

Yuma: There. Lil’ better now? ...Let’s say we’re even now, ‘kay?

You puff out your cheeks.

Yuma: Don’t hold it ‘gainst me. I was just curious how it’d feel to step out of my comfort zone for once. Don’t ya ever get that itch to try somethin’ new as well? ...More importantly, drinkin’ yer blood made me thirsty.

*Sluuuurp*

Yuma: After all, you’re like a delicious treat. Just a lil’ taste isn’t enough to satisfy us. ...Ah, yer blood really is nice. ...Say? Won’t ya let me feed off ya now that you’re stuck like this anyway? Ya don’t mind, do ya?

You hesitate. 

Yuma:  Ahー What a pain.I’ll take that silence as a yes. I’m not the most patient fella ‘round.

*Rustle*

Yuma: Now behave. I won’t hurt ya. 

Yuma bites you.

*Sluuuuurp*

Yuma: Mmh...Delicious...I can’t stop...

*Rustle*

Yuma: ...Gimme more...I’ll suck from this hand next. Mmh...

*Sluuuuurp*

Yuma: Mmh...Nn...

*Sluuuuurp*

Yuma: ...Haahー This is bad...I really went to town on ya, huh...Did it hurt? Or maybe it feels good? 

You whimper softly.

Yuma: Hehe...I wonder if it’s ‘cause ya had yer blood sucked while being handcuffed, but ya look as if ya enjoyed it way more than usual.

You seem embarrassed.

Yuma: No need to be ashamed. ...It’s too late for that. I’ve been showin’ ya my pathetic side as well, no? When I see yer blood...or get a wiff of it...I get so turned on, I lose sight of myself. However...

*Rustle*

Yuma: That blood of yers...

He sniffs it.

Yuma: Hmmー How strange, it doesn’t smell as strong as usually...Now that ya mention it, I feel as if it tastes different as well? The fuck’s goin’ on? ...Oi, Sow. Stop spacin’ out and look at me, come on!

He forces your face his way.

Yuma: ...Do ya notice anythin’ off ‘bout me?

You shake your head.

Yuma: Right? But ya know, something’s not right. ...Oi, inspect my body. I’m sure there’s somethin’ wrong with it.

You seem baffled.

Yuma: This time I’m serious. I’m not just teasin’ ya. Come on, hurry up.

You protest.

Yuma: Ahn? Ya can’t use yer hands? ...Well, I guess that’s true. But even without yer hands, you’ve got somethin’ else that’ll work just fine as a replacement, right?

You tilt your head to the side.

Yuma: Whatcha so confused ‘bout? I’m obviously talkin’ ‘bout that mouth of yers.

You seem surprised.

Yuma: Check my body thoroughly with those lips. ーー Oh come on, didn’t I tell you just now? I’m bein’ serious. 100% sincere. So, where ya wanna start? With my neck, perhaps?

*Rustle*

Yuma: Yeah, just start from there and take it nice and slow...What’s wrong? Are ya holdin’ back? ...Ya can be a little more rough, ya know?

*Rustle rustle*

Yuma: Ah...Your lips are so soft...Nn...It’s almost like someone is trailing a feather across a skin...Ah...

You sigh.

Yuma: Hah? Ya won’t be able to tell this way? You’re always so quick to decide without givin’ it a try, huh? How dull. Come on, get on with it already.

*Cling*

Yuma: Nn...Yeah, just like that...See? Ya can do it after all...Or are ya growin’ desperate now? Hahaha...Ya suddenly...picked up the pace...Nn...It tickles. Is this you’re way of takin’ revenge? ...Oh well, whatever.

You continue trailing your lips across his skin.

Yuma: Yeah, just keep goin’ like that...Nn...Carefully slide your lips across...Hah...Nn...Feels good...

*Rustle*

You ask if he’s doing this to tease you again.

Yuma: Hahaha...Guess I’m busted, huh?

*SMACK*

Yuma: ...Ow!! Did ya really need to hit me!? I was just havin’ some fun! For one, we wouldn’t need doctors if we could simply find out what’s wrong with someone’s body this way.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[ganymedesclock]

technically no one asked for it but here we go:

SHOULD YOU PET THIS HEDGEHOG?*

*may feature non-hedgehogs **takes localized to my personal AU and not necessarily compliant with all canons.

Sonic

Okayness with being touched:

This is not someone with an abundant sense of boundaries. This is a guy you can be mostly acquainted with and sit next to on the couch and he’ll put his feet in your lap. Olympic gold medalist of “why are you sitting like that”. if your hand is happening to his person he will only register this if you’re on weird terms with him or you go anywhere that would require stronger discussions of consent.

The actual experience of pats:

A string bean of raw muscle and bony joints wrapped in fur that’s a bit more like an outdoor rug (short, coarse) and then on top of that he has really sharp quills that should really only be touched in one direction unless you like bleeding

Conclusion:

He will probably let you but this is only really of value if you want like, extreme sport petting.

Tails

Okayness with being touched:

A little shy, let him take his time to warm up to you. He’s also kind of lonely okay be nice to him.

The actual experience of pats:

Young enough to not have most of his guard hair/still pretty fluff and baby fat. The temptation to pinch his cheeks like an indulging granny MAY overtake you.

Conclusion:

dude, hug this child. you’ll have a good time, he’ll have a good time.

Amy

Okayness with being touched:

She’s cityfolk, she has been crammed in a subway train with other people, you do not survive this environment without a basic tolerance for being shoved against strangers, but also in terms of active initiation of contact, hmm, maybe not unless we’re cool.

The actual experience of pats:

Like Sonic, short fur, although Amy is better groomed so it’s not quite as coarse, it’s still not like. silky-like-petting-a-cat. Quills are more standard hedgehog and actually heat-treated for more flexibility as is fashionable (think of it as like using a hair straightener) so there is the absence of extreme danger factor.

Conclusion:

You won’t get sent to the hospital over it but Amy MAY think you’re weird

Cream

Okayness with being touched:

It is generally more acceptable to pat small children like they are cute animals and Cream is no exception. She may be disappointed if you don’t turn it into like, a firm hair mussing or noogies or other horsing around though.

The actual experience of pats:

Soft, plushy fur, plus her longer head hair has kind of an angora rabbit kind of texture with light fluffy curls. There may be sticks and leaves in her hair if she’s been out playing so for optimal effects get her either early in the morning or after her evening bath. Extremely soft rabbit though.

Conclusion:

An angelic delight to pat, though she would rather you swung her around upside down.

Vanilla

Okayness with being touched:

She’s got a gentle mom voice, strong arms, and smells like baked goods she is used to having dangerously strong amounts of reassuring vibes on people

The actual experience of pats:

Shorter fur and older compared to Cream but still definitely very soft.

Conclusion:

You can pat Vanilla and you may or may not end up crying into her shoulder oversharing about your problems. Free therapy

Rouge

Okayness with being touched:

Low. May break your hands.

The actual experience of pats:

Bats aren’t generally known for long luxurious fur. Rouge likes to spoil herself if she’s in town and has the money to, though, so she takes good care of her hair and smells pretty nice. Mind the prosthetics, one of them has a gun attached.

Conclusion:

Can you? yes. Should you? no.

Dulcy

Okayness with being touched:

Imagine if someone jailbroke the mind of one of those like 70lb dogs that doesn’t understand it isn’t lap-sized into a dragon. You will pet Dulcy. You have no say in the matter. Entire body will assume the tensile strength of pudding if you get that one spot that was really itchy and use deep pressure.

The actual experience of pats:

Loose and supple skin like a cat. Still young so scales are mostly smooth, but there’s a bumpy/ridged texture in the process of emerging. Head crest is firm, feels a bit like a rooster’s comb but not as floppy thanks to rigid structure.

Conclusion:

Resistance is futile she will put her head in your lap and trap you forever. Be sure you have a curry comb within reach before you sit down.

Madonna

Okayness with being touched:

Won’t be particularly negative to it but also will not realize this is a gesture of affection, will just sort of distractedly cat activation noise at you.

The actual experience of pats:

Short rough fur, does not heat treat her quills like Amy does and lets ‘em grow out so that nineties mullet is actually pretty sharp. Still not an ambulance hazard like Sonic but sort of like trying to pet a pine tree that is also batman.

Conclusion:

If you try and hurt yourself doing it, she’ll blankly stare at you before asking if you need a bandaid in a tone that is only slightly judgmental.

Eggman

Okayness with being touched:

Generally no.

The actual experience of pats:

Surprisingly metallic texture, some parts of him have a more gel-silicone feeling (mostly his hands) but most of his body is fairly rigid and industrial-grade resilience. The top of his head is like. hypnotically smooth though. you could see your reflection in it. His mustache is not much softer, it’s more like a wire bristle (hence its gravity-defying form)

Conclusion:

You could slap this man and he’d make a noise like a metal gym locker but I don’t know if I’d recommend it.

[bonny-kookoo]

A machine that feels:

One does, one doesn’t | SHORT | PJM x MYG x Reader | ❤️🌩🔞❗️🤖

Pairing: platonic(?) PJM x Reader, platonic(?) MYG x Reader, JJK x reader

Genre: romance, Android!AU, Angst!!, mature

Warnings: past sexwork (it’s only a tiny bit mentioned but still), poor robo boys were treated like trash, but it’s okay they’re in good hands now, confusion, clumsy yoongi- but more like verbally clumsy you’ll get it trust me, timid jimin, he’s so soft, do I smell romance blooming hmm...

Summary: seeing Jungkooks drastic changes into a right direction, both Hoseok and Taehyung decide to bring their Androids, Yoongi and Jimin, two former pleasure bots to the shelter- to introduce them to you and Kook, and maybe help them recover just as great as the military Android did. But there’s the issue; while jimin wants to learn how to feel, Yoongi doesn’t seem to be too eager to learn..

Jimin likes to feel.

It’s somewhat of a little reminder that, against what’s always said about him and his kind, he is actually alive, and doesn’t just pretend to be. He doesn’t understand most of the emotions he’s gone through in the past, the fear of openly expressing them still present, even though he knows that he’s not forced to be a certain way anymore. He’s still filled with bitter fear, and embarrassment whenever he interprets something wrong.

The only way he knows how to express his emotions was physical, after all.

It’s still heavily frustrating to him that Taehyung doesn’t want that from him. Jimin isn’t sure why the young man bought him in the first place; his whole purpose was physical pleasure, so why was this person telling him that he’s more than that?

He tries to make sense of it, but he can’t find any conclusion that seems logical for him. He knows he’s bad at household chores, barely managing to operate the rice cooker at this point. He’s bad at doing laundry, since his eyes had been damaged and can’t distinguish color that well anymore. He’s not very helpful at helping his new owner around the animal shelter either- too fearful of hurting the dogs and cats and little pets around to really do anything by himself.

He wants to be helpful, but he can’t think of a way he could ever be.

And it fills him with confusing emotions he doesn’t understand, things he detects as sadness and dissatisfaction and disappointment in himself. He just wants to understand.

He just wants to feel.

Yoongi however, doesn’t.

He knows what’s hate, knows what’s anger, knows what’s frustration; his past owner having joked around that the hit to his head had knocked some human sense into him by accident.

And he hates it.

He doesn’t get why Jimin craves to understand emotions so much. He’d been totally comfortable being used every day back at the place he’d been employed- it had been irrational that he had suddenly felt something like disgust at being touched by strangers. He doesn’t know himself why he suddenly started to hate physical contact, doesn’t understand why his body suddenly didn’t listen to basic commands anymore.

Maybe he had been broken when blow had hit his head.

Because there’s moments he feels guilty about something he can’t seem to pinpoint. When he gets into a argument with Jimin or Hoseok, he tends to use harsh words, and it doesn’t hurt him immediately like he knows it should. It bites him back way later however, when he has to observe the aftermath of his actions and words used, and even though he knows he has all the right to talk like he does, he still feels guilt. He still feels sadness. He still feels..

Tired.

He’s an Android, so simply charging should help his body regain energy again. At first he’d thought his batteries might have been damaged as well, but their capacity was still at 97%- a healthy amount for an Android his age.

So why did he feel tired all the time? Exhausted even?

He really didn’t want to feel.

Jimin watches the small puppies with worried optics as they all excitedly run towards him, instantly trying to crawl all over him as they Nop on his clothes or play with their litter mates around him. “He likes you.” A female voice comments, and his system instantly craves to know who it belongs to.

Turning around, he spots a female human, smiling at him gently as she opens the gate carefully, stepping inside the playpen the puppies are running around as she sits down close to him. It feels weird to have her so close, for some odd reason it makes him nervous.

He’s nervous often nowadays.

“What’s your name?” She asks, and jimin swallows, trying to sort out his current system operations and scans before he stutters.

“J-M095.” He answers, because that’s what his name was. But you simply giggle. Did he say something wrong?

“So you’re Jimin, yeah? Taehyung had told me about you.” She says, and he nods. If you’ve heard about him, you know of his purpose- and he’d learned that humans weren’t too fond of conversing much with a pleasure bot. “It’s nice to meet you.” You suddenly say however, bowing a bit as you still smile friendly. “I’m Y/N.” You tell him, and he nods, throat suddenly dry.

He has to avert his eyes, your visuals too strong for his internal system to fully support at the moment. You know what he is, right? Why were you so nice to him? He was just an Android-

“Baby!” A Voice says, and Jimin turns, spotting a young man- no, an Android, giving you something. A water bottle? “Please rehydrate. You have not consumed any water in the last 52 Minutes.” He says, and you get up, accepting the bottle as the Android leans closer until his dark hairs can touch your face-

A kiss?

Jimi a optics move frantically before he hastily averts them, feeling weird to have witnessed this. He knows what that gesture was, what it meant, but he wouldn’t have thought that you.. but another scan of the other Android just tells him that it’s a military model with a rebooted system. Yet when his eyes follow the dark haired Android named JJK walk over to the bigger dogs he’s even more confused.

Why is he petting them?

Now, again, jimin knows what this gesture means to humans. But androids can’t feel satisfaction or other positive feelings from simply touching an animals coat.

Right?

“Aren’t they cute?” You comment, and jimin perks up, before averting his eyes again.

“I.. guess they do possess all distinctive features to be considered as such, yes.” He says, and you notice the very unique sound of his voice. There’s a very mild metallic undertone to it that you think you could fix if he’d ever let you- and one of his optics also seems to be faulty, as it moves quite slow and erratically compared to the other.

“Hmhm.” You say. “But do you think they’re cute?” You ask, and Jimin looks at the puppies. There’s several running around, playing and roughhousing with their brothers and sisters. He’s more comfortable with the lone one currently clumsily climbing into his lap however. It’s shy and seems to shake a little, watching her mates with a sense of slight fear. “You can pet her. I think it would help her feel less scared.” You say gently, and Jimins hand slowly comes down, touching the soft fur of the puppy, jumping away a bit as it looks up, trying to lick at his palm. He tried again, and feels a weird sense of comfort run through his system.

He likes this.

“You’re cute too, Jimin.“ You day, and Jimin suddenly looks up, furrowing his brows. It’s the first real glimpse of his face you get. „I know you’ll say no, but humans think of things as cute when they appeal to them in a certain way too.“ you explain, your past experiences with Jungkook helping you to explain these things to the Android in front of you.

“Taehyung says I can no longer offer my services.” He hesitantly says, and watches as your cheeks turn a bit red in embarrassment. He likes the giggle that escapes you however.

“I- that’s-“ you start, before you clear your throat. „And that’s true. You should decide on your own with whom you want to connect like this. You’re your own person.” You say, and Jimin nods.

Maybe he wasn’t yet.

But maybe he was becoming his own person.

“I do not think that a bunch of old felines can fix the errors in my system” Yoongi comments, as he’s practically shoved into the cat-room by Hoseok. He flips down in the middle of the room like a child throwing a tantrum, simply sitting with his arms and legs crossed, uncaring and passive as he hears Hoseok sigh.

“Just.. try.” He mumbles, before his presence leaves.

Yoongi is alone for a while.

His scans show several bodies inside the room with him, but nothing moves for a while as he waits. If he lets himself think about it, if he were to be a cat, he wouldn’t get close to him neither. There’s no reason to; he has no food to offer, doesn’t know how to properly play with cats, and they all seem too old to enjoy these things either.

But he feels connected to them, in a way.

Because he too, is an old model with outdated soft- and hardware, that no one wants anymore. Maybe they should built shelters for androids? But then again, he could also simply be scrapped for parts as a last purpose. He doesn’t understand why that has not happened yet.

“Oh?” A female voice sounds, and suddenly, there’s movement.

The old bodies awake, stretching their limbs before they start to move towards the origin of the sound. “They like you.” He comments, and your body comes into the range of his sight, as you sit down in front of him. He’s not interested in humans, but he does note that you are a very visually appealing person. You nod, before putting some treats into his lap. He doesn’t know if he should be offended or confused by the action. “What’s the purpose of that?”he asks, before picking up the small bag.

“They’re a little wary of you- you’re new, and they haven’t had the best experience with people until now. So-“ you say, opening the bag for him when you notice him struggling. His body was weak these days- but he was glad that you weren’t commenting on it. “Sometimes you gotta help them a bit. Lure them in, you know?” You say with a smile, before you show him how you put a treat on your knee, bringing the cats closer.

He mimics that action.

He watches them intently, until he hears you giggle. “You’re making them nervous if you watch them like a predator.” You say, and he doesn’t know why he suddenly feels shy, but his system doesn’t seem to be in his control suddenly. “What’s your name?” You ask, and he scoffs a little.

“You already know who I am, and why I was brought here. Your question is simply used to lead to something you call ‘smalltalk’ which is something I’m not interested in participating.” He says, and immediately wants to slap himself. He doesn’t know why he feels the urge to do it, but he does- the guilt flowing into his veins as he awaits you leaving. But he can only sense you nod.

“That’s okay. We can just be quiet then.” You say, and his system halts for a second or two. Because he doesn’t want you to be silent- he likes the sound of your voice, he just doesn’t want to talk. There’s no input he could give, because all his words ever did was hurt and offend.

And even though he doesn’t know you, he doesn’t want you to feel neither of those things.

“You’re..” he starts, suddenly feeling weirdly hesitant. “In an intimate relationship with one of the androids here. JJK.” He states, and you nod, with no hesitation he could detect. You didn’t seem shameful at all about it.

“What about it?” You ask, and he slowly reaches out his hand towards a scruffy looking cat that seems weak on his legs. He slowly leans forward to sniff the hand of the Android however, as Yoongis optics watch the scene intently.

“That’s not his purpose.” He states, and you nod again.

“He doesn’t have one these days.” You say, and yoongis brows furrow as his face shows confusion. You decide to explain as the scruffy cat suddenly bumps his head into the palm of the Android, who begins to scratch the cats neck as if on autopilot. “He can decide on his own. The relationship is because we both love each other a lot- I’d never force anything on him.” You say, and Yoongi nods in confirmation as the other cats slowly brush their body’s against his back and knee.

They’re becoming comfortable around him.

And he can’t help but feel as if it’s because he’s comfortable with you.

“This is very inconvenient.” Yoongi comments, as Jimins worried expression shows how sorry he feels for the words of the older Android.

“He doesn’t mean it like that-“ he starts, but Yoongi cuts him off.

“I do.” He says, and you laugh as Jungkook brings you some parts you’ve requested.

“It’s fine. I know it’s not as professional as it could be.” You say, and Jungkook sits down close to you as his arm places itself around your middle while he watches you work on Yoongi’s arm.

“It’s better than nothing. Your physical strength had been declining to a mere 32%- after swapping these parts you’ll be up to almost 80% again.” He comments. “You should express a bit more gratefulness considering this is done out of pure generosity.” He says, icy blue optics watching Yoongis red ones.

“Please don’t fight-“ Jimin says, and Jungkook turns around to face the shorter Android.

“We are- not fighting though?” He says, and you giggle again. Everyone turns towards you.

“Guys please let me work, you can all be cute later.” You say.

“Your Home is very nice.” Jimin says as he sits on the couch with a cup of warm tea in his hands. He likes the feeling of warmth against his skin.

“It’s very small.” Yoongi deadpans, and Jimin looks at him instantly, as Yoongi grumbles out. “But it.. fits the definition of a ‘home’ quite well, I suppose..”

The corners of Jungkooks lips turn upwards into a small smile as he looks at you next to him. “It is a home.” He confirms.

And maybe, it’ll become a home to them too, one day.

[calpalirwin]

Ocean Currents

A/N: Since how SOMEONE had to go looking all cute after I already posted a fic about his dumb ass, here’s a part 2 to Ocean Currents that no one asked for. Reading Part 1 is not technically necessary, but highly encouraged.

Word Count: 1k

And away, and away we go!

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30 minutes didn’t give you a lot of prep time, which meant that you didn’t have a lot of time to overthink things as your replacement came in and you quickly changed in the small bathroom inside the lifeguard tower. As you changed you were glad you opted to grab a sundress today rather than your usual shorts and tank top. 

“Whoa, got a hot date?” your coworker asked as you stepped back onto the landing of the lifeguard stand.

“Something like that, yeah,” you smiled.

“Give me the details tomorrow, yeah? And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Or do!” they called out as you made a beeline for the pier.

Ashton had his back turned, arms resting against the railing of the pier as he stared out at the water. He looked a little different as he had changed into a regular pair of shorts, and thin long-sleeved white button down shirt. “Hey, you,” you said softly, walking up to him.

He turned, smiling. “Hey! You look… wow.”

“Friends ditch you?” you asked, looking around.

“They’re around somewhere I’m sure. I’ll find them later. Or I won’t. Not a big deal.”

You laughed. “I take it you guys took separate cars. Or still a little butthurt at their teasing you earlier?”

“Little bit of both maybe,” Ashton laughed a little. “Anyway… you ready?”

“Yeah of course! There’s a great little diner here at the other end.”

“Sounds great.” As you fell into step with each other, his hand bumped into yours before he interlaced your fingers, the corner of his lips going up in a sly boyish smirk. And you couldn’t help the small giggle you let out at the teenage antics of it all. “So… how long have you been a lifeguard?”

“Uh… about 10 years total. But a beach lifeguard for only the last 4 or so years.”

“Was the transition hard? From pool to beach?”

“Yes, and no. I was never a pool lifeguard. I was with our parks and rec department, so I was lifeguarding lakes. Which operate enough like pools, but you still get a strong current from time to time.”

“Very cool.”

“Yeah, it’s definitely different from your traditional job I guess. But never a dull moment. What do you do?”

“Oh, I’m a drummer.”

You faltered for a half step, not expecting that answer. “A drummer? I thought you were a swimmer.”

“I said I used to be a swimmer. When I was a kid and in high school I was. And did the typical summer jobs lifeguarding public pools. Until I became a drummer and left home, that is.”

“Oh? Where is home and how long ago did you leave?”

“Australia. And uh, we left about 9 years ago. Stayed in London for a few years. Then settled here… God, I can’t remember how long it’s been. The years kinda blur after a while.”

“That they do,” you laughed as you reached the diner at the end of the pier and he got the door for you both.

“Hi! Table for 2?” the hostess asked.

“Yes, please,” Ashton told them.

“Would you prefer to sit inside or outside?”

“Um… outside?” Ashton asked, looking at you.

“Outside,” you nodded with a smile.

“Follow me,” the hostess chirped.

After you had taken your seats and ordered drinks, you picked up where you left off in the conversation. “So, drummer? Famous?”

Ashton giggled, his smile in full effect. “Some people would say that, yeah. I mean, if you Google me, I definitely show up.”

“So I bet that you’re used to people telling you that you have a really cute smile then, huh?”

His cheeks blushed and he giggled more. “Uh, surprisingly not the compliment I usually get. But yeah, it does happen from time to time.”

“And what compliments do you usually get?”

“Ones too inappropriate to say in polite company, or related to my drumming.”

“Oh!” Your eyes went wide. “That’s, um… actually kind of terrible. Never understood the oversexualizing of celebrities. The way the general public acts like you’re meant only for our entertainment, and that you’re not real actual people yourselves.”

He shrugged and waved a hand dismissively. “You learn to tune it out, sexual and hateful comments alike.”

“That’s still a terrible thing to have to learn.”

He shrugged again. “It helps that the nice comments heavily outweigh the not so nice ones. And having supportive band members going through the same thing helps you to not feel isolated in it, too.”

“Mmm, and your friends from earlier? Friends or band members?”

“Mix of the two. The guys are my band mates. And the girls are fiancées. Although Sierra, Luke’s fiancée, the brunette, she’s also a musician.”

“And Luke was one of the blondes, yeah?” you asked, trying to remember from earlier.

“Yes. The taller blonde. The shorter blonde was Michael, and he’s engaged to Crystal, the other woman we were with. And then you more or less met Calum.”

“You guys all seem really close. Like you became each other’s family almost.”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I mean, we basically did. People used to think Luke and I were actually brothers. That was a weird year.”

“That’s actually kind of sweet.”

“Yeah. But enough about me and them. I wanna learn about you.”

“Well that might be a problem, because I wanna learn about you. And not from Google.”

~~~

Food dishes and water glasses laid scattered about the table, as you and Ashton spent the better part of 2 hours swapping stories and trading scars like you’d never not known each other, the sun sinking lower behind him, casting him in a heavenly glow of soft sunshine that held the smells of an ocean breeze.

He sighed, propping an elbow up and cupping his chin in his palm, a lazy smile on his face.

“What?” you giggled nervously, wiping at your face with a napkin.

“Nothing. I’m just… really enjoying myself. And kinda kicking myself a bit.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well, one of my friends, not any of the ones I came with today unfortunately, is a photographer. And I kinda wish he was because he’s the only one I trust to capture how breathtaking you look right now.”

“Breathtaking, hmm?” you asked, leaning forward across the table.

“Absolutely stunning,” his breath fanned across your face from how close you were to him.

“You sure do know how to charm a woman, Ashton.”

“Wait until you learn how I kiss.”

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[witchersjaskier]

Blushing/shy geralt prompt: While camping on the Path, Jaskier’s pack somehow gets wet and Jaskier has to sleep in one of Geralt’s shirts. It totally does not make him blush at all. Also, oops, his bedroll got wet too. Looks like they have to share. ~ geraskier-trashh ~

Jaskier laughs as he wrings water from his chemise, not angry at all. He came to enjoy those little surprises of the Path and it doesn’t bother him anymore. He may act as if it does, just to irritate Geralt, but the situation is truly hilarious and he just can’t help himself.

“Oh, this needs to become a song, my friend, it's just too good!” he calls at Geralt, still snickering.

The Witcher makes a weird, sort of choked-up sound and when Jaskier looks up, Geralt is surprisingly red, his eyes wide. The bard cocks his head to the side and frowns, a bit more worried now.

“Geralt?” he asks carefully. “Is everything quite alright? You look a bit...red in the face.”

His friend makes a gesture that could be a nod or a start of apoplexy before turning around and almost running back to the campsite. Jaskier is left alone by the river, his wet chemise dripping water on his boots, very thoroughly confused.

He’s really not sure what made Geralt blush like that. Not that he’s unhappy about that, oh no! A blushing Geralt is truly a gift to humanity as a whole and Jaskier will cherish and remember this moment forever, but that doesn’t change the fact that he still doesn’t know why exactly was the Witcher blushing so badly.

Jaskier sighs and makes his way back to the camp, still smiling. Even Geralt’s little weird quirks won’t ruin his mood and he’s beaming when he finally reaches the Witcher, throwing his chemise on the log. The sun is still out but the wind is getting a bit chilly as the summer comes to an end,

“Um, Geralt?” he asks innocently, getting a grunt in return. The Witcher is still carefully not looking at him but Jaskier doesn’t let it deter him. “You see, it is a bit cold now, and as the sun sets I’m afraid I may freeze to death or at least get very very ill. You wouldn’t want that, hmm?”

“Maybe that’d shut you up,” Geralt growls but there’s a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. 

Jaskier lets himself gasp dramatically but he’s also fighting back a smile.

“Please, dear Witcher, even death won't be able to make me shut up and I’ll just follow after you, as you miserably walk through life, always missing my voice and humming my songs and wishing you had the chance to say goodbye before I died a heroic death,” he shoots back.

It’s enough to make Geralt snort and the Witcher finally looks at him, smirking but still blushing ever so slightly.

“Poetic,” the Witcher says dryly. “What do you want from me?”

“Why, your shirt of course,” Jaskier shoots back, throwing his arms out and then immediately bringing them close to his body when the wind makes him shiver more.

Geralt looks at him, something tense on his face before he walks to his bags and throws a black shirt at the bard. Jaskier catches it and gratefully slides it over his body, fighting back another shiver, just not from the cold this time.

The shirt is worn down and soft, kind of an off-black colour that comes from old age and it smells like Geralt - pine, metal and berbercane fruit, needed for some of his potions. Contrary to what Geralt stated during their first meeting, he doesn’t smell like onions. It makes Jaskier feel very safe and warm, and not just because it offers coverage from the wind.

When the bard looks up, his eyes meet Geralt’s and Jaskier gasps. The Witcher is flushed the brightest red Jaskier has ever seen and his pupils are huge, round and soft, his gaze almost electric, caressing Jaskier’s skin.

He takes a deep breath and smooths the shirt down, enjoying how it fits. Geralt is muscular but Jaskier has broad shoulders and strong chest so it doesn’t hang off off him too much. It’s a bit lose, in a way that makes something feral curl up inside of his chest and purr.

Finally, Jaskier smiles and walks to Geralt’s bedroll, already laid out by the fire. He slides down on it, keeping eye contact with the Witcher, enjoying how Geralt’s breathing picks up and how he stays bright red.

“Well, Witcher? How about you come here and warm me up a bit? The water was a bit cold,” Jaskier almost purrs, reaching out with one arm.

Geralt stares at him for a long second, damn-near panting now and then almost trips over his own legs to reach the bard, flushing darker red when it makes Jaskier chuckle.

Soon, he can’t laugh anymore but Jaskier isn’t even angry. Geralt really is a delightful kisser.