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skay-ali · 18 days ago

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Endless Game

a little prologue... I think I should work more with this idea

You loved video games since you were little.

When you played a new game on a console or computer you felt happy, you felt like you had great power, no one was able to stop you, many people in the virtual worlds you entered admired you, they felt positive things about you.

It was very different from your real life, where you didn't exist... most people didn't recognize you, just a forgettable face.

Not even your family could be different, it was much worse with them, they only surrounded your life like guitres, you had the vague idea that at some point when you died or something bad happened they would finally see you.

They only observed your actions from afar without showing emotions.

For some reason beyond your understanding, you began to reject everyone, it's not that you hated people, but rather you found them annoying with each year you turned.

Of course there were few people who were saved from your hatred.

You began to ignore everyone and see them as bugs, you isolated yourself to enjoy games and other passions of yours.

You changed the sweet and kind girl for another person who only cared about herself, who achieved her goals no matter what she had to do.

No more father or brothers, please look at them or show a little affection.

I just want to be her friend, or I'm a good girl who wouldn't do anything wrong.

You ignored everyone, but those who knew how to use you, what's more, you managed to get revenge, teachers and classmates, paid her for messing with you.

Without remorse and with great force you executed your punishments.

Getting your hands dirty no longer seemed unpleasant, but entertaining.

Seeing their tears of pain and regret, along with the knowledge that you screwed up their lives, caused you great satisfaction and emotion.

Left behind is the bad girl, the stupid one who never understood classes, the skeptical eyes about your intelligence, the words of hate for being born into a good family.

No more jealous children, children who wanted to make you look bad, like a savage and abusive person, or those who wanted to manipulate you to get something from your last name, and then leave you hanging.

Not now, if you were the evil girl, who had no mercy for anyone, you were not bothered by the words that different people said to you because some time later you made them seriously regret it.

You continued playing virtual games, all the time, it was one of your greatest happinesses.

That's why when you saw a new program where they accepted players to try a new virtual reality video game, you accepted. It wasn't difficult to be accepted, nor was it difficult to disappear from your home to enjoy a new gaming experience.

You felt very happy, even when they connected many cables to your body and asked you to put on a special suit, nor when they put you in a capsule, you didn't think about it like the other people who were going to try the game.

Everything was wonderful, it was like a new world or rather universe, you could go anywhere, there was a planet full of magic, another super modern and futuristic one, many realities.

You could do anything, from being an adventurer or having a business.

Like an adventure game but much better, the excitement was more because everything felt very strange.

That is until you got tired and wanted to return to the real world to give yourself basic care and continue living.

but there was a problem, you couldn't do it, something was preventing you from leaving the game.

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't, not being able to achieve anything made you desperate, a great anger invaded you and you tried again to leave with a lot of anger, but you still didn't achieve anything.

you got stuck in a game with a group of people and a lot of npc's.

Things got worse when they began to see some terrifying monsters or animals, which were very aggressive and destroyed everything in their path.

You and the group of trapped people were barely able to adapt, by the time these creatures began to attack you.

It wasn't even possible to live a normal life in the world because they ended up broken by their new predators.

You gathered around three people, they were two girls and a boy, they formed a shelter type and were in charge of eliminating the disgusting creatures.

Every time you saw them, a chill ran through you, they were not normal, they were like big shadows for the most part, but on some occasions when they were shown you could see how some parts of their bodies changed into scratched lines like televisions when they failed or stopped. static while the entire body moved.

You became agile with katanas and some pistols, more from long range.

The more you learned to defend yourself, the more you could survive, and you also developed your skills in the game as much as you could. just survive and appreciate the little moments you had with your friends.

Well that was until the game ended and everyone came out.

oh so you thought, you tried to accept that you wasted years of your life trapped in a game. You were in a new world again, although this was always the one you belonged to, you didn't know almost anything, everything was different. You tried to make a new life with the help of the government agents who were in charge of your case, everything that happened was a secret due to the possible dangers it presented, so when they left, only a few recovered their lives, while the majority had to form a new one and recover from what was experienced in the game.

It was one of those days of mandatory check-ups, where all survivors of the game had to attend, much more so for the famous group therapy where everyone expressed their pain and trauma from the game.

You hated these days and if you could have missed them, you don't need a large group of people talking about their suffering, it was enough for you to endure yours.

You had to pretend to show sympathy even if you didn't feel it, not like most people who really felt it, sometimes you thought something was wrong with you, but you avoided finding a solution, you didn't want to change your life, as selfish as it may sound, you didn't want to. annoying people surrounding your life.

happened out of nowhere, a large tremor occurred, which took the entire group of people off guard, they were on the terrace of the building, which was a quiet day, in an open space, where the wind hit strongly, and some sounds leaves of birds and cars could be heard, where the enormous buildings belonging to a city could be seen in the distance.

A static sound reached your ears, it was very annoying, you felt like your eardrums would explode, at the same time your head started to hurt, you felt like something was crushing it.

As soon as you were able to concentrate on your hands, they were taking on the same effect that appeared in the game, they became black pixels and changed to colored lines.

The last thing you caught was your colleagues going through the same thing as you.

.......

footsteps were heard behind all the commotion.

There was a small screen, with blue and light blue pixels.

Many people dressed in black suits surrounded her, near that large painting were some scientists.

Some people were talking to people in black suits, their peculiar outfits caught the attention of some curious spectators.

The Justice League and the Young Justice League were present to save the day, after the sudden appearance of some portals that opened the way for creatures that attacked different places, who were not easy to eliminate.

No matter how much the leaders of the large group of heroes tried to enter and save the day, they could not because the people in black suits did not allow them.

"It is not within their jurisdiction" was the only thing they were told.

Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman were the ones who tried to reason with the people who did not allow them to enter. Some heels were getting closer and closer, behind them other footsteps could also be heard.

"So you're going to participate" a female voice mocked.

a growl was his response.

"Just don't be a hindrance" a thick voice was heard.

"hahahaha I'm going to get in your way, you're a great comedian.... you don't become dead weight" the funny voice became cold and merciless.

"Civilians can't pass, it's dangerous," the voices of some young people were heard, who stopped the two figures.

An emotionless look was the response to the young heroes while the heroes looked with surprise at these strange characters, one wore yellowish colors in his suit, another with a dark suit with red and green, some women with suits attached to their body, perhaps hero fashion. They had a magician, an alien girl, one with arrows.... other guys with more suits.

The two people continued to advance, but were stopped by the heroes who saw two civilians continue walking despite the orders they were given.

A great commotion arose since the two unknown characters took out their weapons, the girl had sheathed the handle of her katana and raised it a little from its sheath, while the man took out two weapons ready to be fired.

Some piercing glances were cast.

"Enough, I'm not going to continue with this nonsense," the female voice complained.

"MR. BRONW!!!!" It was a loud shout that everyone could hear, even the people who were talking near the portal.

A few footsteps came quickly to where the two peculiar characters with weapons were.

"Aaaaa miss ___, it's good that you arrived, we were waiting for you" a small man spoke with a meek voice. "

It really doesn't seem like it with so many heroes here" he put away his katana before crossing his arms angrily.

"nonono ignore them... come follow me" he pulled the girl's hand ignoring the people who were witnessing the scene.

They reached the big screen where they were stopped by the guards.

........

You sighed, annoyed by everything that was happening, they called you to enter a new portal and it turns out that not only are you going to enter with one of the people you couldn't tolerate, but a lot of heroes won't allow you to do your job.

"Seriously, let's do this again," you complained to the man in front of you.

"ID" he said dryly.

You clenched your hands angrily.

Not only did you have to endure a long trip, where many people looked at you, but also a long process to be allowed to do your job.

"Wait, are you going to let these two kids in?"

"They are not heroes, they are civilians"

"they can't handle something like that"

You raised your arm and put it in the man's face, before crushing your skin.

In a few seconds a circle with bright lines appeared on your arm. The lights projected a large screen in the air where some letters appeared.

"It's class S" some voices whispered.

You smiled when you saw how they allowed you to pass.

"Well, I think this civilian is going to take care of the problems," you said out loud.

You pressed your hand on the locked screen, soon projecting the silhouettes of a stage. leaving neutral colors behind.

You took out your sword and held it in your hand.

you walked slowly towards the screen.

You entered calmly. It was always strange when you returned to your old virtual prison.

you smiled as you eliminated one of the warriors of the final villain of this place. a few more and you would face the most powerful on the floor.

You were looking forward to it.

but you knew that at the end all emotion would go away, your colorful life would become gray again, you wondered where everything changed, where was the girl full of dreams and smiling laughter?

were you a monster? You could barely relate to people, you had little appreciation for them, you became like a wild animal when it came to fighting but it was nothing in your life as a civilian.

You continued attacking all the monsters that came your way.

you used every attack you had, remembering how you did before when you were trapped in the game.

It was not only a fight to survive and not become another patient with a cerebral coma in the hospital, but to protect all the people from the danger of the game that had trapped you a few months ago in their system.

Oh at least those words were repeated to you by your new bosses when they sent you on a new mission to the new portals that opened.

In the end, with the help of the shooter who entered the game with you, you were able to defeat the final boss. and just as you said, your adrenaline along with your happiness was running out.

You looked at your hands, they were red, raw, it must have been because of the great force with which you squeezed your katanas.

You indulged yourself in your hands, ignoring everything around you, you just wanted to get to your apartment and play your video games.

They didn't give you the same feeling that was draining from your body, but at least it allowed you to feel something similar.

You walked out of the portal, playing with the jewel left by the final boss, you threw it into the air and watched it fall again.

It was more entertaining than dealing with all the heroes who were probably arguing with your bosses.

You were not wrong because you could see how the heroes argued with some men in suits that you saw in the new meetings with the players who agreed to eliminate the characters that appeared from the game.

You opened the screen by pressing the button on your arm, it was very strange to see it, they reminded you of the robots in that video game with rebellious robots and police officers.

You changed your clothes, your suit had been damaged, you were going to miss it every time you wore it, you remembered the Japanese girls from some video games.

You were going to go back to your house to continue with your boring life until the next attack.... but you looked away to see the heroes again, your gaze collided with the man in the bat suit.

You felt something strange, a great discomfort, you felt like you had to run, this worried you, fear... you overcame this feeling a long time ago.

That person in that suit managed to worry you, something strange about you, that person seemed familiar to you, it reminded you of your family.

"____ well done, I was fascinated with your work" a new voice appeared next to you.

"Funny you say... how do you know what I did" you questioned the boy, he was one of the scientists who was researching how the game appeared in the flesh in the real world.

"ahh you didn't know, since you entered, some screens appeared that showed how you fought with Red against the monsters"

......

A letter remained on the elegant desk full of papers.

Bruce barely paid attention to it, because it was something insignificant, nothing worth taking a look at.

I had more important matters to attend to. He thought about throwing it in the trash because he considered that piece of paper to be trash.

Even so, he couldn't, not when he remembered the girl's face, his daughter had given it to him when she returned from school.

He threw it in a drawer before returning to his own business.

He never thought he would desperately search for that piece of paper again.

He had seen his daughter for a long time, she simply vanished, no one knew her whereabouts, no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find her.

The only thing he had left was a couple of photos that were taken desperately by his children. a dark room with thousands of machines and artificial lights. video games, the cameras showed him how his lively and affectionate daughter became with each passing day a lonely girl, devoid of emotions and immersed in video games.

When he opened the paper he found a drawing of hearts, a poorly drawn person and a message... "To my hero, dad, you are the best and I love you very much" with sloppy handwriting that looks like scribbles.

He knew you were alive, he saw you on this hectic day.

You were part of the new entrants that were fighting with the new monsters that were beginning to appear.

I never hope to see you again... he thought he had lost you forever, his daughter, the girl he never saw, one of his greatest regrets.

But now if it was really you, he could fix everything.

compensate you for being the worst father and give you what you always deserved.

be the person in your drawing from many years ago

#x reader #yandere dc #yandere platonic #yandere batfam

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frostbitebakery · 1 year ago

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You See Such Mad Things Happening

an The Unlucky Ones snippet

The Curse rises out of him, ghostly bones tapping along his arm in question.

Bly doesn’t know how to answer. His chest feels funny still. Scientist Se has patiently explained to him - “you died�� - what had happened before he woke up. But he must’ve done it wrong?

There’s transparisteel cubes around the capsules now.

“I want my batch,” he whispers into his arm, carefully muffled, daringly out loud. He shouldn’t. He must already be in trouble for dying wrong.

He can’t even hear the thuds of Wolffe punching against his own cube. His knuckles are bloody and used to write mean things.

Cody is trying to get Wolffe’s attention.

Wolffe will get in trouble, too. He surely will be disciplined if he doesn’t wipe away the mean words.

The Curse puts a hand against the glass, skull turning to look at Bly.

“I don’t know,” he replies softly. “Maybe it’s because you acted funny yesterday?”

The Curse had grown so large, had called its other halves to itself until they melted into each other. It had looked beautiful and it had felt— scary. But that’s dumb. They’re clones, there’s no need to feel scared if the fear response isn’t to release adrenaline in order to accomplish the mission in an efficient and timely manner.

The lights had clattered and exploded all around them, white halls plunged into darkness, the transparisteel glittering down to the floor. It had been so pretty.

Commander Fordo had snagged him up while Commander Alpha-Seventeen had carried Cody away in the other direction. Gree had been taken away by another Alpha class, too fast for Bly to see who it was.

Cody had looked as mesmerized as Bly had felt. Everyone else had panicked.

And now there are transparisteel cubes around their capsules.

“What if I have a bad dream again?” He can’t go to Cody. Or Wolffe. Or Fox. Or—

He rubs the sniffle into his sleeve. He can’t go to anyone.

The Curse curls around him and he imagines, with everything he’s got, that he can feel it, that it has flesh and skin and warmth.

He comes out of a light doze when a bony hand waves in front of his face, flowing to the bottom edge of the mattress and pointing.

“Stop it, silly,” he chides and looks around. No one is watching him. Fox is playing hand signals with his Curse. Cody ignores his like always. Wolffe— Wolffe isn’t there. Where—

His brother is guided back into their capsule room by an angry looking Alpha-Seventeen, cleaning droid under one arm.

The Curse taps the mattress again and Bly minutely shakes his head. Not while Alpha-Seventeen is here. Bly trusts him with his life but this isn’t about his life.

“Start of night cycle,” the voice in the ceiling announces and the capsules automatically close.

He hurriedly ducks his head and lies down.

The Curse is still outside his body, illuminating the inside enough to crawl to the end of the mattress and fumble a hand under it until he finds the slit in the cover, the pens and flimsi.

He makes himself comfortable on his stomach, knowing the Curse will hover around and through him.

The Curse snaps its jaw a few times, that weird metal rattle only felt, not heard.

“What do you want me to draw?”

The pen follows the glowing finger bones, tracing curves and circles. No straight lines, no hard edges.

Bly looks at the thing when they’re done, angles the flimsi to get a better idea. “What is it? Looks like something from survival sims.” He squints, holds the drawing closer to his face. “Is that a—“ He falters. Stupid survival sims. He knows this. His memory was literally engineered to be eidetic. “A… an angiosperms type plant?”

The Curse hovers next to him, mute.

“A flower, silly.”

It tilts its skull and one of its hands comes out of his chest where his heart is.

“Uh, thank you?” Bly has no idea what the Curse means.

It snaps its jaws at him before sinking into his skin again.

“Goodnight to you, too,” he grins, carefully tucking the drawing under his nightshirt.

#the unlucky ones #commander bly #star wars #clone trooper art #tcw art #tcw #my art #frostbitebakery art

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kingthunder · 9 months ago

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Analysis of Jaskier's songs from s1—

—and how they reflect the narrative events and Jaskier's character arc through the show. I'm trying to keep this as canon as possible and not look at it through shipping goggles, but there is textual stuff about Jaskier's relationship with and love for Geralt that's impossible to ignore.

Toss a Coin to Your Witcher: Jaskier’s first big break, the famous and famously annoying Toss a Coin. He wrote this when he was around eighteen and it definitely feels immature. He’s cracking bad jokes like “elf on a shelf” (god I hate that one, it grates me every time) and substituting “bleat” for “beat.” He’s taking enormous creative liberties with facts. And he’s being a little thoughtless; in his enthusiasm to hero-wash Geralt, he’s throwing elves under the bus, calling them devils and pests while he’s talking about Geralt as a friend to “humanity.” (more about this when we get into some of his later songs and his time as the Sandpiper)

This is an upbeat, catchy (and kind of shallow) song that I mentally classify as one of his “narrative” songs. It tells a story. It feels optimistic, much like Jaskier himself at this point in his life. After all, this is the kid who saw a big scary witcher brooding in a corner and decided that nothing could go wrong by following him around. He’s got a head full of heroics and heartbreak and nothing is going to dissuade him, not even being nearly killed. This song is a perfect time capsule of the beginning of Jaskier’s career and also the beginning of his long-running relationship with Geralt.

The Fishmonger’s Daughter: Jaskier plays this at Calanthe’s court when she orders him to play “a jig.” It seems like a pretty typical bawdy tavern song, the kind where you try to drum up audience participation. Most of the court seems to know it and sing along with it. No idea if Jaskier wrote this himself. He probably didn’t. It seems like one of those songs that everyone just knows.

Her Sweet Kiss: This song makes me feel deranged. This is definitely a Jaskier original. We see him writing and noodling with it at the beginning of The Mountain (tm) and asking other people if his lyrics are scanning well. He’s been traveling with Geralt on and off for about twenty years now, so he’s forty years old or close to it. He’s seen some shit, and part of the shit he’s seen has been Geralt and Yennefer’s relationship. He is not a fan. He is so deeply not a fan that he’s writing a whole song about it. But also? He’s putting himself in the song too, and he’s putting his heart on his sleeve, the same way that he tries to do when he talks to Geralt about going to the coast. The lyrics of this song are about three people—a man (Geralt), a woman (Yennefer), and the singer (Jaskier). It’s about how the woman is bad for the man, and how much the singer loves the man.

Whether you see Jaskier’s feelings for Geralt as romantic or not, these are the facts:

He doesn’t like Yennefer or think that she’s good for Geralt, and says so, repeatedly, both in casual conversation and in his music. In the song, he writes, “She’s always bad news, it’s always lose-lose” and that, “She’ll destroy with her sweet kiss.”

In the song, Jaskier calls Geralt “my love” and says, “I’m weak, my love, and I am wanting.”

He asks Geralt to go to the coast with him, so they can “work out what pleases” them. He wants them to stay together and not go their separate ways like they often do.

Immediately after this plea, Geralt goes straight to Yennefer and (just in case anyone was doubting that Her Sweet Kiss was about the three of them) Geralt and Yennefer fuck while an instrumental version of Her Sweet Kiss plays over the sex. I still can’t believe the showrunners did that. That was A Damn Choice. (deranged, I am deranged about everything about this)

The kicker is that the song wasn’t even finished when Geralt flipped his lid and shouted Jaskier off The Mountain (tm) and out of his life. Which means that Jaskier, alone and heartbroken (his own words from s2), finished this song and published it afterwards, even knowing that the entire situation had gone tits up and that he might not even see Geralt or Yennefer again. Maybe it gave him some catharsis to sing it, who knows.

This isn’t a shallow catchy tune like Toss a Coin or even Fishmonger’s Daughter. It’s deeply personal and a tonal shift from his previous music.

(and it makes me deranged)

Stay tuned for my season 2 thoughts!

#witcher #jaskier #jaskier meta #julian alfred pankratz #toss a coin to your witcher #the fishmonger's daughter #her sweet kiss #come for the music stay for the author losing their shit over every single choice the showrunners made about her sweet kiss #song analysis series #geralt #yennefer #witcher meta #jaskier's songs

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ystk-archive · 1 year ago

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[TRANSLATION] The story of how capsule formed (from Interview File Cast vol.24)

The following is the first page from capsule's interview with Interview File Cast, published in the summer of 2001 while promoting their second single Hanabi. Translation by ystk-archive; rest of the interview will be done...hopefully someday! (It's ten pages long.)

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– Since this is your first interview with us, I’d like to start off by asking how you two got to debut as capsule. I heard you met at the 1997 Hokuriku Teens’ Music Festival…

Nakata: That’s right. We knew of each other’s existence before then, but we’d just say “hey” and that was it. We might’ve spoken properly for the first time at that festival. She was doing some kind of acoustic pop music there with a girl who played the keyboard. Koshijima was the one who did the singing.¹

– Was the type of music they were doing pretty simple compared to what you do now?

Koshijima: I’d say so. Nakata: She just sang ballads and that was it. I had met all kinds of people doing music before I even went to the festival, but at the time I was a soloist and the songs I performed were all instrumental. I’d been thinking I wanted to make vocal music, so I was wondering if I should be looking for a singer… And she just happened to be there. Koshijima: Uh-huh, I just happened to be there. It was entirely by chance, me being there (laughs). Nakata: (laughs) It was a little while after that before we actually formed the unit, but in the meantime we recorded a demo tape.

– Together?

Nakata: Yes. To be honest, my goal was to record a demo tape. We didn’t particularly want to do performances.

– You only recorded a demo tape?

Nakata: So when I talked to her, I asked her if she could do me a favor. I went like, “I was wondering if you’d wanna try singing a song for me…” The track that she sang on was pretty good, lots of people who listened to it told me “it’s amazing!” – even the staff members liked it.² That put the idea in my head to do more songs with her, and while we were working on those we started wondering if it’d be a good idea to try performing live. Then it was like, well then, let’s think of a name for the unit. So that’s the reason why capsule formed. That said, it did take a while from when we recorded that song on the demo tape to actually create the unit; I think maybe two months or more.

– The fact that all this started from just wanting to record a demo tape makes for a rather interesting story of how you two met. But Koshijima-san, what was your first impression of Nakata-san, when he approached you like that?

Koshijima: He was kinda intimidating because he seemed like he didn’t want to have anything to do with anyone, but once I started speaking with him he was surprisingly easy to talk to.

– So you had no problem agreeing to record the demo?

Koshijima: Even though I was already involved in a music duo with another person, I also felt like I wanted to work with other people… I thought it was good timing, so I said “OK.”

– On the other hand, Nakata-san, what kind of first impression did you have of Koshijima-san?

Nakata: My first impression of her? …To put it nicely, she was very interested in what other people were doing? Koshijima: That sounds kinda bad (laughs).

– (laughs). How so?

Koshijima: It’s like saying I’m nosy? Nakata: You were popping up all over the place (laughs). Like anywhere that there were people, you would show up... Or at least that’s what I noticed. It wasn’t even humanly possible, the way you managed to be everywhere. You’d be there before I even realized it. Koshijima: (laughs)

– Promoting yourself is important though.

Koshijima: That’s right. Nakata: She’s the type to show off when she does anything even remotely fun. I would take photos with my friends at concerts and stuff, and she’d show up in the background even though I didn’t know her at all. I was like, “Why are you in this picture?” (laughs) Koshijima: Like you were thinking “who the hell is this?” (laughs)

– Would you say that the reason you ran into each other so often was because you were both pursuing music?

Koshijima: That, and the live houses were reeeally small. Nakata: Plus we were in the same grade level.

– Did you go to the same high school?

Koshijima: We went to different schools. We met by chance at local venues.

¹ The duo Koshijima was in with another girl was called “chick.” ² I’m not sure what staff members he’s referring to here.

#koshijima toshiko #nakata yasutaka #capsule #Hanabi #Interview File CAST #2001 #interviews #translations

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sketchfanda · 1 year ago

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Chestnut Stud Across the Multiverse: Symmetra’s Warrior Monk experience

Satya Vaswani, or Symmetra as she was known to some due to her own unique particular fixation and focus in balance and order, sat away typing at the desk of her workshop at the Capsule Corp offices. Idly glancing from her monitor screen to a nearby set of doors as she saw a pair of labgirls exit them. Their coats closed but doing little to hide the glistening sheen of their skin, faces flushed with red blushes and silly,satisfied grins as she watched them pass her by. Quirking a brow as she yet again had to wonder what the deuce went on inside that part of the building. Now she wasn’t a clueless virgin mind you, she just happened to be what one would call very work focused and goal oriented, so that meant she didn’t find or make much time for matters regarding sex and relationships. All she knew was that part of the office was the section dedicated to the company’s Capsule Cocks division, which was based on developing and marketing sex toys but that was the bare minimum of her knowledge to the matter. She’d tell herself it was fine being all she needed to know but damn her curiosity. Damn her treacherous brain putting ideas and fantasies into her head!! Oh sure she could just go up to her co-workers and maybe ask what went on inside and what they got up to but she felt that’d make her seem like a pervert! She was a Capsule Corp engineer and programmer of high skill and regard, not a slut!! If anyone was going to out her inquiry to rest, it might as well be herself as she mustered up some courage and confidence. Seeing no eavesdroppers or onlookers, she got up from her desk and made for the door, hacking the code lock was a cake walk for her as she entered inside. Time to see what it was that’s made those lab girls so weak in the knees and walking on sunshine oh so bad.

Symmetra:*hummed to herself,as she found this lab wing in one of its rare quiet periods. Usually there was heavy thumps and thuds like construction works mixed with some one playing very loud music on a high volume* huh,nothing unusual here…*the exotic engineer looked around with an inquisitive nature before coming upon a room labelle storage. Entering it to find half a dozen tables with sheets laid across whatever was lying upon them. Seeming person shaped which only made her even more curious.* what have we here now…..

Out loud saying that more to herself as she made her way to the nearest table, she took hold of the sheet and pulled it off. Eyes widening,her dark skinned fsce blushing as she beheld the sight of a five naked bald man. One she recognised as some close personal friend of ms.Briefs,Krillin if she recalled his name correctly. A greyish skinned twin of his literally bare before her,exposing sculpted,Herculean muscles and a cock of enormous girth and length than what you’d expect of a man of his size and frame. Her complex mind going mental gymnastics as she began to put the math together. Why so many women worked in this wing of the lab,so many of those volunteers and sex objects who seemed like hookers and porn stars. What she was looking at was a literal,full bodied,fully functional sex toy,a porno mannequin that for some reason looked like a friend of the boss lady herself. By all accounts this went against so many laws,rules and regulations of science and yet Symmetra couldn’t turn away. She’d never been one for thinking of anything in relation to sex, nevermind romance yet looking at this….compact figure of such design and build. So very well endowed, so easy on the eyes…

Symmetra:*sensually bites her lip as she rubbed her thighs together. There was no doubt about it,she was finding herself getting sexually aroused,as if the oresence of this…ideal man,had awakened Something in her.*I mustn’t,I shouldn’t be doing this….*yet her hands reached out to caress his torso. Tracing those powerful muscles,flinching as the sex doll Krillin clone’s eyes snapped open. The fresh of the production line,test pending warrior monk’s stoic gaze locked on her her.* Oooh my apologies,did I disturb your slumber? Let me make it up to you….*soon as she said that,she pressed her lips to his,kissing him. A gesture he didn’t hesitate in returning in the slightest.*

Symmetra moaned into the passionate kiss,which became sloppy as she and the warrior monk she started getting acquainted with let their lust guide and drive them. Her hands moving down along his Herculean compact body to grasp and caress his cock. Stroking it as she beheld with erotic awe at seeing it rise to erectness. Gasping as she found her shortstack companion grab and rip her clothes off of her, soon naked as she was yet not bothered in the slightest. If anything such boldness only spurred on her found sense of passion,as she moved to lay atop the warrior,making out with him as she straddled his waist. Gasping as she felt his cock smack and sandwich itself between her slit and the buns of glorious chocolate skinned booths. Her arousal skyrocketing as she grounded against that fuckmeat,her pussy soaking it with her nectar as her tits pressed snd rubbed against his firm pecs. Eyes flowing with lust as she glanced on either to see the other warrior monks sit up,awakening from their slumber. Their sheets falling off as their cocks sprung with erect stiffness at the sight of her in the act of such lewdness. It made the exotic beauty feel elicited to be the centre of attention,who cares if they’d re basically all the same guy! Breaking her liplock,a trail of saliva as she licked her lips at the other warrior monks,shaking and clapping her asscheeks to make thunderous mating cries.

Symmetra:come you hoard of alpha males. Fulfill uiur function and sate mt lust with your perfect bodies. Show me the pleasures of casual sexuality…..

As soon as she had spoke those words,she found herself on her knees,her hands and mouth moving between stroking and sucking off six warrior monks. Licking and blowing on their godly lengths and girths, even kissing and massaging their balls. Her dark skinned bombshell frame glistening with sensual perspiration as the six Krillin clones began to return the favour. Making her lay on a table as hone warrior monk ate her out,another facefucking her as her head hung off the very edge. A third straddling her torso as he cupped her tits,sandwiching his shaft between them as he used them to get himself off with a paizuri. At one oint she found one of them performing a rimjob,stunned to find herself somaroused at getting her ass eaten out. But then came that glorious moment when the mating began. Straddling a warrior monk so girl style as she shamelessly bounded and rode upon his cock, ass and firs bouncing and jiggling like jelly as the other 5 stood around,stroking away and staining her exotic skin with a rain of precum. Such a basic one on one postion so effective at bring her to climax but it omly got better from there.

From taking it doggystyle as one facefucked her while the other fucked her ass,showing her thst compared to getting ribbed,anal with such a lengthy,girthy cock filling her was an even greater experience. Particularly when she was sandwiched between a pair of warrior monks,their muscular forms between her as they fucked her balls deep in her ass and pussy. Two on one,three to all 6, the variety snd tandem combinations was a thrill ride for the capsule corp egghead as she began to understand first hand how and why so many many women came and went out of here looking so fulfilled and glowing. Symmetra of course unaware that Bulma was catching it all on camera,the ceo playing with herself as she used a warrior monk dildo to join her in experiencing orgasmic climax, her lewd mind already thinking now to approach and offer the engineer a new postion in the warrior monk development and test run program, once a gal had herself a taste like this,there was no doubt this one time was never going to be enough for her.

#sketchfan85 #sketchfanda #sketchfan #overwatch #overwatch 2 #symmetra #krillin dragonball #krillin smut #krillin #dragonball krillin

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nishipostitz · 2 years ago

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haikyuu boys who made time capsules with you

starring! hinata, tendou, bokuto x gn!reader

tw! drinking in hinata’s and bokuto’s, mention of cemetery in tendou’s. it’s not a bad thing though! maybe? idk..

hinata would be such a cutie when opening the capsule with you. he has a very vivid memory of how you even agreed to make a capsule. the capsule was made 5 years back when both of you were in your third year of high school. you guys had just started dating then. hinata may have forgotten how you ended up making a capsule, but he would never forget what was put inside of it. okay, it might be gross to hear now, but he probably put a piece of a steam bun in there or something. or maybe a snatched hairtie from the coach.. or maybe a cigarette butt, idk, that guy is..... anyways, what you buried inside was nothing that special. just a pencil that hinata had given you when you forgot your pencil pouch at home. some other things, like stickers you would put on your notebook and EVERYTHING. so when you guys opened up the capsule, the amount of memories rushing back inside your heads was enough to make you both nostalgic. and so after that, you guys called up the karasuno team to plan a hangout, even inviting coach ukai for some drinks because everyone is legal!

tendou introduced the idea of the time capsule at first. you were questioning the suggestion, but you were also intrigued. because in your mind, you thought that the time capsule wouldn’t even be stay underground for more than a week or so. but lo and behold, you forgot about it after burying it.... tendou and you weren’t really dating yet. you guys were in the friends but mutual pining stage. so still shy. like c’mon, you guys BOTH know you got a thing for each other, but no one wants to say anything first. aside from that, tendou suggested the idea because he wanted to see where you guys would be in the future when you actually open the capsule. so now as you two are a couple, you came back to where you buried the capsule and dug it out. the spot was not the best because it was really close to a grave site. your high school selves would’ve never guessed the cemetery would expand this much. so you were getting the dirty looks from some people. like ‘have they got no shame doing this is broad daylight?’ and all that... but alas! you got the capsule out and the people around you had released a breath they didn’t know they were holding. inside, you saw a magazine that tendou would share with ushijima. you also found some treats in there. but what you both were surprised to see were his finger tapes. oh the memories

bokuto was dead beat drunk when he randomly mentioned the idea of the time capsule to you. you had actually forgotten about it. so you dragged drunk bokuto with you to sober him up. surprisingly, he was able to remember where it was. it was no surprise that it would be outside of akaashi’s house though.. but him being drunk and all, you guys decided to reminisce the past. bokuto had snuck out of practice early that day, saying how his mom fell down the stairs- and you both gathered all the things you wanted to bury. bokuto laid out his singular knee pad, a ball pump, a piece of a sandwich, while you had stolen some drunk guy’s alcohol bottle off the street and your diary. bokuto was confused at first, but when you explained why you had an alcohol bottle, he understood. “I wanted to see if we would be able to drink when we come back to dig this out”. so here you were, both cringing and ‘ew’ ing at the old bottle. “I may be drunk, but I know gross when alcohol when I see one” and you both broke out into fits of laughter.

let me know if you guys want a part two or not!! because I kinda wanna write for more characters, but I've run out of ideas T_T and feel free to request anything! for now, I'm willing to write about anyone and anything LOL

#bokuto #bokuto fanfic #haikyuu!!#hinata fluff #haikyuu hinata #hinata x reader #fluff #anime #anime boy #tendou #tendou fluff #haikyuu fluff

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bluemallow-log · 5 months ago

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✍️ fic authors self rec!

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to other writers you know. Let's spread some self-love! 💛

Omg!! Hi hi hi! Thank you for the ask (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

Ok so here goes my favourite five fics that I’ve written (in no particular order):

1. Celestial Bodies (Series)

This series consisted of two fics titles: UPRIGHT MOON and REVERSED STAR but I’m going to count them together. I really love writing this fic because it gave me the opportunity to: (1) explore Yachi’s character as an adult; (2) explore Tsukki’s character as an adult; and (3) show the readers about why I think the relationship between Tsukki and Yachi would work very well if they got together.

The Tsukiyachi fandom is very small (especially when compared to other ships in Haikyuu) but that did not deter me from writing almost 60k words of fic for them. As a matter of fact, my love for them grew tenfold after I finished writing this fic ❤️✨

2. Of War and Theatrical Play

This fic was originally inspired by the SNK S4 soundtrack (Memory Lane). Somehow when I listened to that soundtrack, I thought of a scenario about: “what if Levi and Hange met during a war?”

Then, as someone who loves learning about history, I decided to set the stage during WW2. Then as I did my research, I found that people actually refer to the war arena as “theatre”. It was such an interesting term, and so I kinda made it the main theme of this fic.

It took me quite a long time to finish the fic but afterwards, it felt so great! I really love how the story turned out in the end. I feel so proud of myself because I really pushed myself out of my comfort zone in order to write this 🫶🏼

3. Bunny Slippers

This is my first-ever tsukiyachi fic. I wasn't sure anyone would read it but I wrote it anyway because I simply love writing their dynamics 🥰

I really enjoyed putting a lot of subtle romantic elements in the story. I think the idea behind this fic is how your space will slowly be influenced by your partner as your relationship progresses.

I had a lot of fun writing this (:

Also, without this fic, the Celestial Bodies series would not exist

4. Tales from the Ackerman Estate

This fic literally raised me as a writer. I learned a lot of things from writing this fic

I never would’ve thought I would write a long-ass fic but here I am. 200k words and still counting 😳

At first I thought no one would read it because afaik not many people enjoy historical genre. But clearly I was wrong. I’m so glad people seem to like this fic 💕

I really love working on this fic because I feel I have this place where I can share my passion for history and for psychoanalyzing these characters 😆❤️

5. Don’t You?

If I can offer you some advice, please do not read this fic‼️ I had only my phone notes app and my love for levihan when I published this fic HAHAHA

This fic was not beta-read AND IT WAS NOT PROOF-READ. I’m PRETTY sure this fic was written with bad grammar and poor spelling (I don’t even want to read this fic to check because I’m too embarrassed).

But still, I have a special place in my heart for this fic because this is legit THE first fic that I’ve ever published.

Despite how hard I cringe at the writing, I do recall the happiness and joy that I felt when I wrote this fic. I can still remember the thrill and the nerve when I decided to publish it. I also remember the excitement that I felt when I received my first-ever comment. That’s precisely why I’ll never delete or edit it.

It’s my time capsule. I look at this fic as a proof that I am brave and as a sign that I have come a long way. I keep them with love as it is the one that started my journey, and I’m very grateful that it exist 🥰

#blue’s mailbox #bluemallow #thank you for the ask!!!

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therealityhelix · 1 year ago

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Shards of the Nexus: Talking to a Wall

Puzzles is often impulsive, and initially had some Ideas about the separation of masculine and feminine.

Song: 6 Underground-Sneaker Pimps

@cardwrecks @captainbaddecisions

He hunkered down behind his sturdy ancient couch as bullets and other objects whizzed by. Blood blossomed dark on the sleeve of his kelly green suit. It was only a flesh wound, only one bullet, it wasn't that deep. Sure, it seemed like a lot of blood, and it had to soak through his shirt, and the suit lining before showing up on the surface like that, so it was actually more blood than it seemed, but...

The stranger wailed in horror, firing again. The bullet tore a hole through a weak point in the couch, and he dropped down lower, phone pressed to his ear.

“Come on, pick up. Pick up you skinny lunatic!”

There was a soft click, then an exasperated voice.

“All right puzzle boy, you'd better have a damn good reason for waking me up at this hour...never mind. I can hear it. What have you gotten yourself into this time?”

“I'll have you know I didn't instigate this at all.” he protested. “Some weirdo showed up and claimed to be me! Which is impossible because, number one: I'm me, and number two: he's wearing a dress! What kind of self-respecting man does that?”

“What, claim to be you, or wear a dress?”

“Jonathan! This is serious! I've been shot! This man is deranged!”

“Did you hit him with my fear toxin? Is that what's going on?”

He hesitated.

“Eddie? Did you-”

“He touched me!” Eddie snapped. Jonathan heaved a heavy sigh.

“Fool child. Wait it out. The stuff I sell you works fast, but it burns out fast too. It's meant for distraction and escape, not much more.”

“Did you miss the part where I've been shot? You know, with a bullet?”

“You dying?”

“I...don't know?”

“Then suck it up and-”

He missed the rest of what Jonathan said, his eye catching the flash of light off a thread-thin filament looping towards his face.

With a yelp, he threw himself flat on the floor, slipping away from the garrote before it could snare his neck.

“He's got razor floss!” he cried into the phone. “He's trying to take my head off!”

“It's coming! I will stop it!” The stranger yowled. “Sweet mother, I'll protect us this time!”

He braced his good shoulder against the couch, and toppled it over on top of the deranged stranger, diving behind a nearby recliner. He was beginning to get light headed. He couldn't have lost that much blood, could he? But his arm was soaked, and hard to move, cold but burning.

Cephalic vein. Trouble. Either that stranger had better aim than Robin Hood, or he was the luckiest bastard on the planet.

“You said he claimed to be you?” Jonathan asked.

“Ridiculous, I know-”

“No, the same thing happened to me. Some muppet-looking fellow with a burlap mask, but he had my fear toxin formula. He knew things I'd never told anyone. Pamela tells me that she also met such a being.”

“You're not being serious!”

“Don't you already know someone from another world?”

“He's not-”

The Monster wasn't from another world. He was merely...attached to a being that was. And that was only if the 'Hell' that being claimed to come from was an actual physical place somewhere other than this material reality. It was a whole complicated thing, and he hadn't winkled all of the information out of his acquaintance yet.

And this was not the time to think about it!

“Jonathan, I am actively dying as we speak!”

“Well, what do you want me to do about it?”

He paused.

“Don't let them put the wrong name on my headstone.”

“Oh, come on now.”

The sound of a scuffle. Someone else was in his apartment now, wrestling with the homicidal stranger.

“Jonathan, someone new has shown up, I don't know how much longer-”

A figure vaulted the overstuffed recliner he was hiding behind, landing astride him. This new man glared down with dark brown eyes, and took a palm sized capsule from his belt, holding it threateningly in front of Eddie's face.

“Stay still.” the new man demanded, soft lisp slipping between a gap in his teeth. “What did you do to them?”

“I defended myself...” he began, faltering both when he noticed the mans expression harden, and when he noticed the question mark on the shoulder of the mans green jacket.

“It's fear toxin.” he said. Fine. If this really was another Riddler, he'd know what that meant.

The stranger climbed up on the chair, his bright orange hair a wild mess. The new man snatched another capsule from his belt and thrust it into the strangers face, pressing a small button.

A puff of aerosol surrounded the stranger's head, and he reeled back, coughing, collapsing into a moaning sprawl on the floor. Some kind of antidote to the toxin? The new man replaced the empty capsule on his belt.

“Why would you do this?” the brown-eyed man asked. “It's not very mannerly to poison a guest.”

“Some stranger showing up at my door with a cockamamie story and a questionable fashion sense is...not...pardon me...I think I'm...bleeding out...”

The brown-eyed man glanced down at the capsule still held threateningly in front of Eddie's face, and pushed the button.

A whiff of gas entered his lungs. His head spun into darkness, and he knew nothing more.

Unexpectedly, he woke up.

He felt awful, but he was very, extremely alive.

His apartment seemed to have been converted into an emergency medical center, just for him. The makeshift yet professional equipment had all the hallmarks of...

Jonathan. He could hear his deep voice murmuring. Jonathan and...another, smaller Jonathan?

He blinked, trying to clear his vision. No, there really were two of them.

The other men were there as well, the stranger having fixed his mussed hair and rumpled clothes. Aside from a bruise on his cheek, he looked as if there had been no altercation at all.

And that annoyed Eddie.

“You unbalanced, effeminate psycho!” he snapped. “You nearly killed me!”

The stranger drew himself up to his paltry height, hand over his heart like a scandalized matron.

“I?” he huffed in his fluting voice. “You hit me in the face and injected me with fear toxin, you young ruffian!”

“You showed up at my door dressed like a strumpet, with a story only an idiot would fall for-”

The brown-eyed man raised one thick eyebrow at him.

“-and expected anything from me?” He continued. “Anyone claiming to be me ought to at least know what basic caution is!”

“I was pleased to have found you.” the stranger said, turning his nose up. “If I've made any mistakes today, it is that!”

“Oh just that? Not shooting me, not trying to garrote me, not nearly murdering me? Just having an unpleasant time?”

“Unpleasant? Do you know what you made me experience? I would have done none of those things if you hadn't drugged me, scoundrel!”

“Sorry excuse for a drag queen!”

“Hooligan!”

“Come on everyone, let's not start another fight.” the brown-eyed man cajoled. Eddie tensed, but the stranger closed their eyes and sighed.

“I beg your pardon, dear one. That was all very undignified.”

The brown-eyed man patted the stranger's hand consolingly.

“You weren't exactly in your right mind. I've worked with Jonathan Crane on my world, and so I had a reason to have an antidote with me. After all, why would you expect to be drugged like that when talking to one of us?”

Again with that nonsense. The brown-eyed man at least seemed competent, but he was pushing that fairy tale too.

He struggled to sit up, but Jonathan placed a thin hand on his shoulder to hold him down. The smaller Jonathan looked him over impassively.

“Stay down, puzzle boy.” 'his' Jonathan said. “Good to see you've still got your fire, but that body needs rest.”

“I don't want them in my apartment!” he groused. “Going through my things.”

Offense sprouted across both mens faces.

“We're not thieves!” the brown-eyed man asserted.

“Oh?” Eddie drawled insolently. “Weren't you trying to tell me that you're the Riddler?”

Jonathan chuckled, but the stranger scowled.

“How shall we prove this to you?” he asked.

“How can you prove it?” Eddie countered. “It's a ridiculous story, pure imagination! You are untethered from reality, and I have no intentions of joining in on you and your friend's little folie à deux.”

“And what of me?” the smaller Jonathan asked.

He looked so much like 'his' Jonathan, a little shorter, perhaps a little older, but they could easily have been brothers. It proved nothing.

“Jonathan Crane is not unknown for his habit of mindfucking people.” Eddie pointed out. “Myself included.”

'His' Jonathan shrugged.

“S'not wrong.” he admitted. “But this guy is me. Somehow.”

“You experiment on your friends?” the stranger inquired.

“We're not friends.” Eddie said quickly.

“He's just a reliable customer.” Jonathan backed him up. “And this way, he knows for sure that my wares are reliable.”

“And that's good enough for me. I don't need friends.”

“Well, wait. What about that odd fellow from outside of town? The one with the weird eyes?”

“I...guess he counts? We're more like acquaintances.”

“What about Jervis?”

“Occasional partners in crime do not a friendship make.”

“Your standards are bullshit.” Jonathan sighed.

“I should like to meet your Jervis.” The stranger said. “I wonder if he is anything like my Jervis? We are partners, though not in crime~”

He said that last part with some defiance flavoring his sing-song voice. Eddie shrugged.

“Good for you? Is there a reason I should care about your home life, or do you just like to overshare?”

“Actually, given your incredibly negative reaction to my physical appearance, I expected you to have a thing or two to say about my romantic proclivities.”

Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Whatever. I don't care. If you're gay, you're gay, but you don't need to pretend to be a woman because of it.”

The stranger blinked.

“Oh, I think there's been a miscommunication. I am not a man.”

Eddie looked the stranger carefully up and down. He-she?-was wearing a very elegant and classy dress that reached nearly to the ankles. It wasn't revealing, but it was perfectly tailored. Eddie could see the shape of the shoulders, the chest, the waist and hips. The jewelry didn't hide the adam's apple, the curve of the jaw. Still...it was possible wasn't it? That this was a woman? Eddie didn't really get along well with many women, and never cared to focus on the shapes and forms they could take.

“Ah, don't mistake me. I am not a woman either. I am...both. Upon occasion.”

“They're sort of in between.” the brown-eyed man offered.

Eddie's eyes narrowed. They. He'd heard of this before, but hadn't taken the concept seriously. Then again, he'd also never personally met such an individual, and rarely believed anything he was told without proof. But on the other hand, as a person of logic, he also could not refuse proof when it was presented to him. 'They' it was then. That was easy enough.

“Well how was I supposed to know that?” he complained.

“I'm afraid you didn't give me much time to explain before poisoning me with fear toxin.” the stranger said coldly.

“Again, you just showed up at my door out of the blue and began babbling about what seemed to be nonsense, and touching me. How could I have possibly known you weren't an enemy? Are you telling me that the Riddlers don't have enemies?” he scoffed.

The two looked at each other.

“Well...” the stranger said slowly. “I...don't really. Not anymore.”

“I have a lot of enemies.” the brown-eyed man admitted. “But none of them would just show up at my door to say hello!”

“Well mine do! Some of them think it's funny, some of them do it as some kind of domination tactic, whatever. I have to dodge death weekly, and that isn't even counting the Bat and the cops!”

“You seem a bit young to be facing so much danger.” the stranger said gently. Eddie bristled again, hating for the thousanth time how slowly he seemed to be maturing.

“I am an adult, and have been for years.” he grumbled. “That should be all that matters. And your opinion about it isn't going to change the minds of my enemies.”

The stranger had enough grace to look abashed.

“I suppose I did not give you enough time to explain either.” they conceded.

It would have to do.

#shards of the nexus #puzzles!riddler #Detective!riddler #YJ!riddler #jonathan crane #the scarecrow

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xx-psych0-rabbit-xx · 1 year ago

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i need your know your thoughts on fecto elfilis in general bc i lovelovelove your interpretation from what ive seen and i wanna see More So So Bad

AKSYSKJSKS YOU!!! YOURE GONNA MAKE ME BLUSHHH ok ok elfilis thoughts lets seeee

-ive already said this before but i very much go w the interpretation their mind worked like the fermi paradox dark forest theory:theyre extremely paranoid of any other life forms and they see them as nothing but threats to their survival, so they exterminate whole planets therefore conquering them, the good in them was essentially overshadowed by their severe self preservation urges, their failed attack on the forgotten planet and resulting consequences also served as cementing their paranoia that other species are inherently dangerous

-their origins are completely unclear to them and theyve never met another of their own species, they simply came to be one day, tbh growing up as a planet warping alien without anyone to give you an idea of what a moral compass is and whos dangerous and whos not is probably the root cause of them growing terrified of everything and seeing everyone as threats and deciding that means everyone has to die before they can even think of hurting them

-elfilis personality is weird in my view? theyre on a weird line between conscious and having no self awareness, specially when attacking, if actually given a standard healthy environment to fully form it in theyd probably be a bit similar to a (tad mean) child mindset for a while, that did however not happen so their mind ended up splitting in two because it couldnt handle it together anymore after the lab experiments (ayy i found a way to work more plural metaphors into the split), ig in a way you could see forgo and elfilin as the two ways elfilis could have resulted, one grew up in the lab surrounded by people who saw them as a test subject and entertainment source w elfilis memories and the other actually got to bond with others and be treated well

-they did however when lucid (for lack of a better term) (i mean i already headcanon forgo as psychotic so lizzie probably was too) have a bit of an ego issue with being overly confident in how many successful invasions they had done, those were very much power and safety fantasies to them at times

-they can communicate normally w full sentences! thats a forgo exclusive issue having to do w its brain mal forming from the eternity capsule screwing with its reformation and growth from the elfilis goop

-their "species" (its just them theyre the species) are immortal and fully asexual and aromantic, i think their thoughts on gender and pronouns would range from the "we use he/him for him but he doesnt really care" meme to "stop perceiving me i am going to kill you."

-the accident with them was kinda like if you put a hamster in the microwave but instead of exploding it melts into goo.and the result was also their whole ass identity split into two new ones.

-this isnt rly a lis headcanon but i just wanted to bring it up to explain the previous point:the way i see the entire "oops we split in half" accident is their body melted and split, elfilin spent most of that time after escaping as unconscious goop that very slowly throughout the years after the planets population ascended into the stars formed into the the child version of elfilis again, forgo is a deformed overgrown fetus because they tried rushing their body stability with the tube fluids, which instead trapped them as immediately conscious in stasis while their body was stuck expanding the fetus form and not becoming solid at all (i actually see that the reason its right ear is losing shape is because theyve begun straight up deteriorating from being in the tube fluids for over a century by that point)

-a consequence of going w the interpretation forgo and elfilis are separate is theres not much to say abt them bc theyre essentially a character exclusive to the games backstory since their identity died after splitting into two.i miss them </3

#i hope this is sufficient n you dont mind i take them as being separate and therefore long deceased akshslsjal #ask #obligatory credit to my best friend from discord bc we tend to expand on ideas together so some of these were originally hers lol #tysm for asking mwah mwah mwah!!/p

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non-un-topo · 1 year ago

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random ass questions about ur stories: ok I don’t remember the title but ur recent long fic that was like. the aftermath of losing quynh and they were on that island with the fun-shaped stone that Nicky found? if ur happy to share I’d LOVE to hear about like. what part of the story u came up with first. like what image/vibe/plot point etc stuck in ur head so much that u wrote a whole fic about it yk? I absolutely LOVED that fic and would love to know!! hope ur having a good day and also no pressure to respond 🫶💕

🥺🥺 Ohh friend, thank you!! I'm so glad you liked it, and I'm sending lots of love to you!! The fic in question is Axis! (you're gonna get me talking about this big baby of mine and I won't shut up lol, I'm shy but I've had a lot of caffeine and I'm excited) <33

So I actually went looking through my old docs, phone notes, and physical journals for the first idea I had of this fic after I read your ask, because I could not seem to remember?? From what I managed to dig up, it was based on vibes first. I have some journal notes on "aporia", a state of ambivalence, and liminal space. I think I started writing it in October last year, during a very weird time where my mental health was... not great. In short, and hopefully without oversharing, I thought I was having a psychotic break. Turned out it was likely the CBD capsules I was taking for my chronic pain, which had a psychoactive effect I hadn't anticipated (like 0.1mg of THC and somehow it was enough). Anyway, at that time I started writing a lot of garbled philosophical thoughts, and I'll share this one for you because I'm almost certain it's what inspired Axis: (also putting the rest of this under a read-more so I don't annoy anyone sdfghfd)

What is the present? I wonder, because the moment you put your attention on it, it becomes the past. It vanishes. We think about present moments, but they’re already gone. All that exists is this idea of ‘happening’: All that will happen, and all that has happened. Neither is tangible. Neither can be held or kept. In thinking about the future, we imagine possibilities. In thinking about the past, we revive in our minds what has already happened. The only present that exists is the imagination. The dream. That which removes us from our reality, from our position in time and space. Where exactly is that? Rather, where are our selves in that state? Do we linger? Do we go? And if so, where? How long is the length of a single present moment? Can our lives exist as this single thread, if we spend it in dream-state? Are we forever suspended, or do our recollections of the past, our imaginings of the future, tether us to something tangible after all?

Anyway, right below this is the first line from Axis: "It is wondrous how quickly things can change in a moment."

Besides vibes and themes (suspension, stasis, indecision, fear of being lost, grieving, surrendering to the will of nature, being a fixed point in a broken group, being tethered together or untethered, things happening in reverse, being upside-down, being consumed, yadda yadda), I think the first scenes that popped into my head as visuals before I got writing were 1) Nicolo standing in the valley and catching a flake of ash in the air. 2) Yusuf and/or Nicolo in a hot spring. 3) Larus' frozen lambs. 4) The argument between Andromache and Nicolo, but no dialogue yet.

I know I wanted to write something sort of dream-like, that dipped in and out of flashbacks and liminal states, and I'm genuinely proud of myself for seeing it through. The last school year I had was intense to say the least, and there was a long stretch of time where I just left this fic as one scene and a bunch of nonsensical notes. Then, being real transparent here, a couple different tragedies happened one right after the other, and I just opened the doc again. I think my nana dying slowly had a lot to do with the direction my writing took. Thoughts, feelings, general atmosphere from real life creeps into my writing every time, and often I don't even notice until the project is done and I've read it a few times.

Anyway, I'm WAY overselling this fic dfgfds. It just means a whole lot to me and I know you can tell, so I appreciate you asking about it <3 Hope you have a fantastic day. Sending love and hugs <333

A bonus angsty snippet that didn't make it into the final work, just for you <3

It happens like this sometimes: Yusuf begins. “What if we never found you?” “You did.” “But what if. Just humour me for a moment.” You do. You love this man, so you do. “I wasn’t fast enough, and you slipped. I didn’t grab you. I didn’t even pull you from the water.” “You know it is not your fault.” “Andi didn’t— you didn’t see. I tried to jump in after you—” “And you would have been lost, too.” “No, I would have gotten you back.” There is no way to prove this. Nothing is certain. It already happened. You’re going around in circles. Yusuf says again, in a whisper, “What if we never found you?” You’re finding it hard to speak. To say anything in this moment. Yusuf presses his hands over his mouth, but it does nothing to contain his stilted gasps. He presses his words against his palms, but you hear them clear as ice: “What if we never find her?”

#spoilers below. sort of.#good lord i talk a lot #thank you my friend ;_; <33 it makes me so happy to know you liked the fic #sage writes #axis

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hellhathfrozethover · 2 years ago

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Mega Man 2 Powered Up - Dialogue (*Mega Man route)

uh.

out of nowhere, I know. but also....please...I've been thinking abt this concept for years. turning it over and over in my head for quite literally, years. at least since 7th grade.

it needs to get Out of my system and Put somewhere...even if it sucks and plenty of people have tread this ground before.

It's not just banter either! got ideas for extra modes, challenges, bonus content, dlc....fuck man i just miss mmpu, what can I say? but i need to focus on one aspect at a time or we'll never get a thing done.

this kind of blossomed out of an abandoned project i was doing w former friends. as far as i know (unless one of them wants to step up and take it from me), it was pretty much left to my hands. we didnt get very far, but i'm fairly secure in Rock's, Metal's, and Air's exchanges, and the circumstances surrounding the Wilybots' playability.

i have plenty of thumbnails, but they're all scribbly and just for personal ref. it's hard to tell what's going on in some of them so i decided not to include them. i might do the ones i scrapped up for the opening cinematic and ending, but eh. only if anyone gives a shit lol.

further apologies if these characterisations don't agree with you lmao. you must understand going in that ive got my own ideas of how ppl sound and act and it reflects in the way they're written.this may lead to Cringe. please contact your health provider if you feel an acute sensation of Cringe lasting longer than five hours after reading this script. other side effects such as dizziness, nausea, dry mouth, and diarrhoea have been rep

(OPENING MONOLOGUE)

Narrator: The year is 200X. Dr. Light's former lab assistant, Rock, has since been modified into a super robot named Mega Man. Mega Man was built to stop the evil desires of Dr. Wily. As such, he rescued his fellow creations of Dr. Light from his clutches and saved the people of Earth. After his defeat, Dr. Wily retired to the cover of shadow…only to return boasting eight new robots of his own…

(TUTORIAL STAGE CUTSCENE)

[Mega Man runs across a terrorised city street in the middle of the night.]

[His COM unit begins to ring as he's running. It rings twice before he picks up, still running.]

Mega Man: Professor? Is that you?

Dr. Light: It is. Roll and I have gathered some intel for you: We have the approximate locations of Dr. Wily's robots.

Mega Man: Right. I'll be back to the lab as soon as I can.

Dr. Light: Don't be reckless, Rock. The maps show danger on the roads ahead of you. Please be careful out there.

[Dr. Light hangs up. Shortly after, an explosion is heard. Mega Man narrowly avoids bullet fire and proceeds to the right, beginning the tutorial stage.]

(VS. WILY - 1st TIME)

--WARNING!--

[Dr. Wily approaches from the background in his new capsule. The top opens, and he steps forward. His irises are distinctly red.]

Dr. Wily: Nu-ha-ha! You are too late, Mega Man! My robots are already busy conquering every major institution in your country! Soon, nothing will stand between me, and a seat at the top of this world!

Mega Man: Dr. Wily, why are you doing this?! You told me you were a changed man!

Dr. Wily: And you truly believed me? You are worse than the idiot human who constructed you! But enough talk -- I have business to attend to!

[Dr. Wily retreats into his capsule, and flies vertically out of sight. A cumbersome red battle mech named PLAT-4M stomps in menacingly from the right side of the screen.]

Dr. Wily: Fare-well, you insignificant little helper robot! Nwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!

(POST-TUTORIAL STAGE CUTSCENE)

[PLAT-4M is totaled, but still present after the fight. Mega Man's COM unit rings, twice again, before he picks up.]

Dr. Light: Rock! Are you alright?

Mega Man: Yeah…I just beat the mech Dr. Wily sent after me…

Dr. Light: Let's have a look…oh, that's very interesting…do you think could you do me a favour? Please, send this machine back to the lab. I have an idea.

Mega Man: What is it, Professor?

Dr. Light: Its moving parts in isolation may be useful to you, if reconfigured. I don't know precisely how quite yet, but I'll keep you updated on future developments as I work.

Mega Man: Understood, I'm on it. Over and out!

[PLAT-4M is sent off to Light Laboratories in a beam of red and white light. Mega Man follows shortly thereafter.]

-LOADING...-

[Mega Man touches base and stops in front of a large, idle monitor. Dr. Light and Roll are waiting on the left.]

Roll: Welcome back! Oh -- here's the location data Dr. Light was talking about!

[The screen cuts on, showing the eight robots available on the stage select.]

Dr. Light: They may not be exact, but the readings show they are stationed in these general areas. A quick search may turn up results.

Mega Man: Thanks, Professor. I'll head out as soon as I can.

Roll: Good luck, Rock! We're counting on you!

(VS. METAL MAN)

--WARNING!--

[A Metal Blade flies across the room just over Mega Man's head. Metal Man flips himself up on the belt from below to catch it, and pose.]

Metal Man: Sorry kid, no access past this point. Afraid I'm gonna have to cut you off here.

Mega Man: I'm not leaving until you give up control of the recycling plant, Metal Man!

Metal Man: Stubborn, are we? Heh…if you wanna get sent home in shreds, that's fine by me.

(VS. AIR MAN)

--WARNING!--

[Similarly to his appearance in Mega Man: The Power Battle, Air Man emerges from the eye of a developing tornado.]

Air Man: HARK! The vagabond rapscallion appears! What wind blows you here?

Mega Man: The winds of change! I'm here to stop you!

Air Man: FORSOOTH! The great AIR MAN will not be defeated by an insolent whelp such as yourself! Have at you, MegaMan!

(VS. BUBBLE MAN)

--WARNING!--

[Similarly to his appearance in Mega Man 2: The Power Fighters, Bubble Man rises up in a giant bubble. When it pops, he performs a backflip stroke.]

Bubble Man: Buh, what was it…oh! Ahem... Welcome, Mega Man, to Davy Jones' Locker!

Mega Man: Aww, a bubblemaking robot, he's totally harmless... We don't have to fight, do we?

Bubble Man: B-buh? Harmless?! I…I'm dangerous I tell you, super dangerous! Take me on, I'll make you eat craw!

(VS. QUICK MAN)

--WARNING!--

[Quick Man dashes across the raised floors in a blur. At the peak of his third jump, he flips into a pose on the room's right end.]

Quick Man: What took you so long? Waitin' on slowpokes really drives me crazy, y'know?

Mega Man: Quick Man, hurry and shut this place down! You're gonna wreck the city's central power grid!

Quick Man: No way! Now that you're finally here, I'm runnin' you into the ground! Don't blink -- you'll miss me!

(VS. CRASH MAN)

--WARNING!--

[The pipes on the right end of the room explode violently. Crash Man is blasted in, but recovers with a roll and stumble to a stand.]

Crash Man: You're Mega Man…the evil monster Dr. Wily warned me about…

Mega Man: Evil…? No, you're wrong! I'm fighting against world domination!

Crash Man: I WON'T FALL FOR YOUR TRICKS! For the sake of Dr. Wily, and all my brothers, I WILL DESTROY YOU!!

(VS. FLASH MAN)

--WARNING!--

[Everything freezes until there's a sudden burst of white light. As it clears, Flash Man materialises on the right end of the room in a pose.]

Flash Man: Oh my…even from here, I can see your heart's been blinded by the light…isn't it sad?

Mega Man: Huh? What are you talking about…?

Flash Man: Forced to fight to protect those close to you…hasn't it clicked that we're one in the same?

(VS. HEATMAN)

--WARNING!--

[Heat Man's box sits plainly on the floor until it jumps. His arms and legs pop out, and the lid opens in a flare of fire once he's fully standing.]

Heat Man: Ugh. Guess I don't get my five minutes…hang on, I'll get ignited.

Mega Man: If you don't have the fire, we don't have to fight…

Heat Man: And get roasted by Dr. Wily for ignoring orders? How stupid do you think I am?

(VS. WOODMAN)

--WARNING!--

[The trees and their leaves above shake vigorously. Wood Man falls to the ground in a crouch, with a resonant rumble.]

Wood Man: The air, trees, water, animals, all innocent, all ruined…what kind of hero are you, man?

Mega Man: I…I didn't want to, but if I don't weed you out of here…

Wood Man: I can forgive a lot, but messing with the natural world…you just barked up the wrong tree, little dude.

("WILY CASTLE APPEARS" CUTSCENE)

-LOADING...-

[Mega Man returns to the laboratory. The room's lights are lower. The screen is idle and no longer reflects the stage select.]

Roll: Rock! Look at this!

Dr. Light: We've finally managed to tag Dr. Wily's ship.

[The screen settles into a clouded sky. The camera zooms into it until the perspective is from the sky itself, which is tracking Dr. Wily's capsule as it moves through the growing storm.]

Mega Man: That's him, alright, but…where's he going?

[Dr. Wily flips open the lid. His irises are still red. He briefly acknowledges/teases the camera by pulling a face and waggling his eyebrows. He shuts it again, and tries to outpace the camera.]

Dr. Light: A building mysteriously appeared from underground on a South Pacific island just recently…we have reason to believe it's his base of operations...Wily Castle.

[While Dr. Light is speaking, Dr. Wily vanishes through the clouds. When the camera catches up through the fog, it focuses at the bottom of the fortress. Cue prelude. It tilts up just in time to see Dr. Wily retreating into the eye of the skull. There is a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder.]

Roll: It's under super tight guard...

[The monitor then comes back into play as the view of the fortress becomes a grid map.]

Roll: The only way in, is to break in.

[The camera pulls out and fades back in to Light Labs, where the three are standing, facing the screen.]

Roll: If you climb around the outside wall, you might be able to sneak through the air ducts.

[The three turn to face each other.]

Dr. Light: We'll be geotagging you to build a map of the area as you proceed, so you won't get lost.

Mega Man: Then, I can find Dr. Wily and figure out what's throwing me off about him...

Dr. Light: Throwing you off?

Mega Man: ...N-no, forget it, there's no time. Thank you both -- promise I won't let you down!

Roll: Give it your all, Rock! You can do this!

[The map then becomes selectable, per fortress stage.]

(VS. MECHA DRAGON)

--WARNING!--

[Mecha Dragon's body lurches bit by bit. She then roars out a blaze of flames.]

Mecha Dragon: Rrrrr...chaarrrrrrr…

Mega Man: I-I've been tailed into a corner...there's no backing out now!

Mecha Dragon: Charrr….CHHOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRR!!

(VS. PICOPICO-KUN)

--WARNING!--

[The eyes in the walls peek before flashing various colours in quick succession.]

Picopico: FOREIGN PRESENCE IDENTIFIED. SCANNING...PLEASE STAND BY FOR CLOSING WALLS.

Mega Man: Who's talking to me...? Where are you?!

Picopico: MALICIOUS INTENT DETECTED. PLEASE WAIT...ENGAGING TERMINATION PROTOCOL.

(VS. GUTS TANK)

--WARNING!--

[Guts Tank rolls onscreen, then straightens up, punching its fists together.]

Guts Tank: I'VE...GOT...GUTS.

Mega Man: G-Guts Man? As a tank?! Where does Dr. Wily come up with these things...?

Guts Tank: I'M TAKING...YOU DOWN...WITH ME.

(VS. BOOBEAM TRAP)

--WARNING!--

[The eyes of each cannon rove about and glow until they fix on Mega Man. They then blink in unison.]

Boobeam: Mega Man is here? Mega Man is here! He is? Here! Where? There!

Mega Man: Who's controlling this room...? Can you hear me? Please, let me underground!

Boobeam: Request? Negatory! Invalid? Failed check! Fire? At will! At will? We will!

(VS. THE DR. WILY TELEPORT STATION)

*Conditions for this one being, only the first robot you encounter here is the one you have any dialogue with. The WARNING! also only shows up once.

--WARNING!--

[The robot you're rematching appears in the same manner and pose as they did when you first fought them. Their textures appear somewhat holographic.]

(VS. WILY MACHINE #2)

--WARNING!--

[The mech descends on screen with just a bit of puffing steam. Dr. Wily then drives his capsule into it, and pushes the windshield open. His irises are still red. His skin is now very slightly discoloured.]

Dr. Wily: Ack! You, are still alive?! My robots were better than that human Dr. Light's, so much stronger, and not a one of them could put a stop to you?!

Mega Man: Enough is enough, Dr. Wily! You're finished! Come out of the ship and turn yourself in!

Dr. Wily: I am "finished", am I?! We will see about that! My Wily Machine #2 is bigger and better than ever! One can only get lucky once, Mega Man! Say good-bye -- this is game over! Nu-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!

[He shuts the windshield and prepares the guns.]

(PHASE 2)

[The face of the ship breaks off, revealing Dr. Wily in the cockpit.]

Dr. Wily: RAGE!! No-no-no-no-no-no-no! Now you've gone and done it! But I am not defeated just yet!

[He improvises a temporary solution, shedding any extra broken parts. Wily Machine #2's HP refills.]

(PHASE 2 - END)

[Wily Machine #2 fully breaks down. While it does, the floor begins to rumble.]

Dr. Wily: Irritation...it appears I must rely on my true form after all...if you can break your fall, that is!

Mega Man: What? True form...?

[The floor gives way from underneath of Mega Man before Dr. Wily is seen getting away. This transitions the player directly into the secret final stage.]

(VS. DR. WILY?)

[Quietly, Dr. Wily's capsule descends. He jumps out of it and floats idle in the darkness. It spins away on autopilot without him. Roll is not heard giving a warning.]

Mega Man: What...what is this? Dr. Wily, where are we?!

Dr. Wily?: Tear down my robots, will you? Meddle with my perfect plan, will you? You have no idea WHAT YOU'RE DEALING WITH, MEGA MAN.

[Halfway through the last sentence, his body begins to transform. Mega Man takes a step back, horrified.]

Mega Man: N-no...there's no way...!

[The vast starscape fades in around them once the Alien is fully transformed.]

Alien: EVERLASTING PEACE IS NOTHING BUT A FARCE. HERE AND NOW, EARTHLING, I WILL SHOW YOU JUST HOW MUCH YOUR PRECIOUS JUSTICE IS WORTH.

(POST-ALIEN BATTLE)

[Mega Man looks around as everything begins to deteriorate.]

Mega Man: It was...just a hologram...?

[Dr. Wily is seen trying to get everything back in good working order behind his terminal. He looks quite ragged.]

Dr. Wily: Guh...uh-oh! ...Please, have mercy?

[The machine that generated the alien hologram falls at Mega Man's feet. He shoots it, causing it to explode. The projector atop the room then powers down to dormancy.]

Dr. Wily: YIPE!!!

[Dr. Wily jumps out from behind the terminal, and proceeds to bow frantically.]

Dr. Wily: M-Mega Man, please forgive me! I-I had no intentions of going any farther, really! I'll pay reparations! [Cue fanfare.] I'll even make amends with Dr. Light, alright?! You win! I give, I giiiiiiive!

(ENDING CUTSCENE)

[The camera is focused on the now black stage select screen. Light Laboratories, shrouded in darkness, is then dimly illuminated by it whirring to life. Dr. Light and Roll meet up in front of it from opposite ends of the room. Its display shows Wily Castle billowing with smoke, and returning underground.]

Dr. Light: It's over...it's all over, he's done it! Rock's defeated Dr. Wily!

Roll: Oh, thank goodness he's out safely! So, when can you get him back home?

[Dr. Light immediately gets to work trying to locate Mega Man's signal. The monitor cuts to static.]

Dr. Light: If I can get a read on him, he's...ah...

Roll: Professor? What's the matter? What's wrong with Rock, is he okay?

Dr. Light: ...This...may take a bit longer than I thought...

**[Ending cutscene will be fully animated. There's more than 30 thumbnails. Will need to be a separate post in the future.]

(POST-CREDITS STINGER *pending)

[The screen is black.]

Dr. Wily: I know all the harm I've done. You don't have to forgive me, Thomas.

[The light lifts marginally. The two doctors are silhouetted, sitting in what looks to be a detention center. Cue music: a slow, melancholy remix of Dr. Wily's final boss theme from the original Powered Up.]

Dr. Light: I wouldn't have if I didn't get a chance to see you like this. To punish a man already deep in remorse…that isn't me. I only wish I could help you build a better future.

Dr. Wily: …We could start over.

Dr. Light: What do you mean?

Dr. Wily: Let me join you again. With our strengths combined, I can do what I've always wanted: show the world the true power of robotics.

Dr. Light: If your intentions truly are honest…then working towards everlasting peace is the only way.

Dr. Wily: That's it! A peacekeeping robot! We'll build one so supermassive, no evil could ever threaten it! We could retire MegaMan's hero act for good!

Dr. Light: He has always hated fighting…but to build a guardian for the entire planet…

Dr. Wily: It would take materials beyond what's available on Earth, but that's a non-issue in our modern times! If we work together, I believe all things are possible…don't you?

Dr. Light: …I do.

Dr. Wily: I knew you'd come around. But…I can hardly do anything held captive by the state.

Dr. Light: That won't be a problem. I'll post your bail by tomorrow and hire you back at Light Laboratories ASAP. Your robots, too. For such a big project, we'll need all hands on deck, possibly another set altogether…this is going to be revolutionary. I'm proud of you, Albert, truly.

Dr. Wily: I can't thank you enough. You're making the right decision, Thomas. From now on, I promise…we won't speak anymore of war.

[The player is prompted to save once more before being returned to the company logos and opening cinematic.]

--END--

#mega man #megaman #rockman #ロックマン #mega man powered up #mega man 2 powered up #MM2PU #head vomit #200th post. not 200th original post but yk. in general #hopefully this is passable right #IVE REALY JUST GOT SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT IT.....from the music to the art direction #the UI the gameplay the way old style mode works....construction mode #since they gave us a christmas and halloween pack in the original like #i started thinking about more holidays. new years pack. valentines day maybe #AND THEN OUTFITS FOR ROCK BC HE NEEDS TO SHARE IN THE COSTUME FUN AS WELL #we'll save all that for separate posts tho bc hell. the art of pacing oneself is a virtue lmao

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lionheartslowstart · 2 years ago

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Why I Betrayed My Best Friend

One of my very first posts on this blog was a three part series I wrote back in 2017 about the end of my relationship with my best friend, “Rachel.” Re-reading it now, I cannot believe there was any reality in which I thought I wasn’t the villain of that story. Crazy.

But I’ve left those posts up. Not because I’m proud of anything in them, but because that’s who I was then, and those were my feelings at the time. I still have them up partially to act as a time capsule of sorts, partially to show how much I’ve grown, but mostly because I think it’s important to be honest about your mistakes, no matter how shameful. (Within reason, of course.)

I am not going to recap those posts in their entirety. But the gist is that I dated my best friend’s abusive ex. It’s important to note that I had no idea he was abusive at the time. I knew their relationship was unhealthy, but that was all. I had no idea how horrifically he treated her until after he and I broke up. I don’t blame my best friend for that. It was not her obligation to tell me, and she shouldn’t have worried about me dating him being a factor at all. She needed to process that relationship in her own time, and I in no way blame her for my dating him.

I will also add that there was no overlap. I would never do that to the people I love, ever. They had been broken up for six months before he and I got together and she was already dating someone else. Again, it shouldn’t have mattered, I simply shouldn’t have dated him in the first place. But I want to make sure I add this detail in here because I’m not a complete monster. I hear stories about people sleeping with their friends’ partners and I just can’t even begin to imagine how anyone could do that to someone they claimed to care about.

Even so, what I did was wrong. Honestly, it’s my deepest regret. Yes, of course I regret my relationship with “Kevin” because of how he abused and traumatized me, but I regret it a lot more because of how badly I hurt Rachel. She is such a pure, good-hearted woman, and I love her so much. I will never forgive myself for putting her through what I did, even if she has.

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So...why did I do it? Why did I date my best friend’s ex? While there were some relevant factors (or at least, it felt like it there were at the time), it really just boils down to the simple fact that Kevin is a narcissist.

I’ve heard people say that you don’t realize you’re dealing with narcissistic abuse until you’re out of it. Having been in two abusive relationships, I think that’s largely true. Looking back on our entire relationship, all of it, from beginning to end, including our “friendship” and after we were broken up, I can see everything Kevin did for what it was - manipulation.

Kevin and I were friends for four months before things became physical, and only one of those months was in person! We weren’t just friends either, we were “BEST friends.” And then suddenly we were a lot more than friends. And then suddenly I was in love with him. (Or I thought I was.) The craziest thing is I literally never saw him in a sexual or romantic way AT ALL, and then one day I did. I can’t even pinpoint exactly when that shift happened, only a series of moments that led to it. It’s honestly all kind of a blur now, but that could be traumatic repression.

It is absolutely insane to me to think about the fact that he was in my life again for FOUR MONTHS and it was “my best friend Kevin this” “my best friend Kevin that”. But we weren’t best friends. Honestly, I don’t think we were ever even really friends, period. He just love-bombed the ever-loving fuck out of me over a short period of time until I was convinced we were soul mates. But he didn’t just love-bomb me. He love-bombed me the way only a narcissist can.

He became exactly who he knew I would fall for. He became the person he knew I craved, someone who would deliver me from my specific brand of trauma, who would fulfill all my needs, someone who could see and understand me, having never felt seen or understood my whole life. He molded himself into the perfect bait, and when he finally caught me, that mirage flickered and vanished over the course of about six months.

I think back to March of 2016, the first time Kevin and I hung out in person after I reached out. I hadn’t seen him in close to four years, and we had only been speaking again for about three months at that point. We spent the whole night talking, and before we went our separate ways, he asked if he could kiss me. I politely declined, saying it would not be a good idea, and he pivoted by saying he meant on the cheek. I knew he did not mean on the cheek, and he knew that I knew he did not mean on the cheek. But I allowed him that much, because I respected his boldness, and thought the whole thing was rather sweet, if a little corny.

Knowing everything I know now, I can see how sinister the whole exchange actually was. It’s obvious that Kevin was never interested in an true friendship with me. He wanted more from the beginning, maybe even from the moment I reached out to him. It’s just another reminder that he never saw me as a real person, only a supply.

I can’t help but wonder if he saw my allowing him to peck me on the cheek as a green light. That it was just enough wiggle room for him to feel like he could win me over. There is a part of me that believes, had I held my ground and told him no, we would have hung out a few more times and then the friendship would have petered out, because Kevin wouldn’t have seen me as a malleable target. Maybe things never would have escalated, simply because he would have seen it as too much work.

All of this to say: I dated Kevin, and I broke my best friend’s heart, because Kevin wanted me to. He was cunning, manipulative, and calculated. He knew what he wanted and he knew exactly who he needed to become to get it from me. And unfortunately, I was a traumatized, 22-year-old, undiagnosed autistic who was still easy to manipulate.

Yes, I still made the choice, and it was my choice to make. I’m not attempting to shirk responsibility. I hurt my best friend in a way no one ever should, and I’m going to live with that. But I’m also trying to forgive myself, and I feel that acknowledging what led me to make that horrible mistake is an important part of that process. Truthfully, I have no idea why Rachel chose to forgive me. (Some days I'm not sure she really has.) But I do wonder if this was the reason why. Because she knows better than anyone what Kevin is like. After all, he did the same thing to her. He became who he knew she needed so she would fall for him. So maybe she understands why I fell for him too, and maybe that’s how she was able to forgive me.

I hope I can forgive myself one day.

#best friend #love #betrayal #personal #friendship

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analiavs · 2 years ago

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In Which Harper Loses His License

Warnings: source material warnings apply, dubcon, drugging, transformation

Summary: Harper decides to make Remy’s dreams come true.

Pairing: Remy x Bull

Inspired by other tumblr posts 🌚

The end goal of the experiment was to quicken the speed of the transformation and increase production by turning the pill into a gas form that they’d use while hooked up to the machine.

Maybe it was too many drugs at once, but honestly as long as it improved his profit margins he was fine with it. It wasn’t like he understood the science behind it. Though it was his bigg- most productive bull. If he were to be permanently addled by the experiment that would be a shame. He averted his eyes while Harper applied the purple cream.

“Now before we start up the machine we’ll let the mist take effect.” He didn’t respond to Harper. Just wanting it to be over with already. Harper was setting up the machinery when he gasped dramatically.

“Oh my! I forgot the capsule. Sorry, I’ll be right back.” Harper said. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and glared at the doctor instead.

“What have I said about wasting my time Harper.” He snarled, hoping to intimidate him. But the freak seemed unaffected.

“Sorry boss. I must of got too excited. I’ll be right back.” He gave him a creepy smile before running out of the room. He really needed to put that freak in his place, but he’d probably enjoy it.

He gave him a couple minutes. Even his bull was starting to look impatient. His poor dick was throbbing just staring at the machine. Time was money and maybe he had a tiny sliver of sympathy for the bull. He went to go find Harper, but soon discovered that the door was locked from the outside. He banged angrily on the door, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Bull, come push this door open. Now!” Immediately, it moved to obey. The bull was taller and more muscular than himself. A truly magnificent stud. White hair and white black-tipped horns were unique, but it made him all the more valuable. But even his prized bulls attempts were futile.

“What good are you then!” He yelled at it. It just blinked and looked down at him hopefully in shame. He turns around in anger. But to his shock he feels it ruffling his hair afterwards. He turned back around.

“You're not allowed to touch me!” He screamed trying to ignore the heat on his face. It had the nerve to roll its eyes and gave out a lackluster moo. Whatever he had bigger things to worry about.

When pink smoke started filling the room he got another problem . The first couple breaths of it started making him feel lightheaded. Then, very quickly he could feel his blood racing as he grew aroused.

Of course he’d never tried the stuff on himself but he almost couldn’t believe it was so potent. He noticed himself squirming and took a glance at the bull. It was sitting down and trying to breathe slowly. It’s massive penis looking almost painfully swollen.

He could feel drool pooling in his mouth. He tried to ignore it, but it was like it was the only thing he could think about. He stripped trying to relieve some of the pressure. But now ideas were starting to fill his head. It would break his own rules, but locked in this room who would know right.

“Hey! Bull get over here and make me feel good!” He commanded. He expected it to just obey but instead it took a deep breath before speaking.

“Sorry. Can only use the machine, or a cow if I’m good. Above all… I must keep a reserve for the merchandise.” It was speaking and disobeying him. Usually anger and punishments would have followed, but all he could feel was desperation.

“Forget that. Shouldn’t you want to make your master feel good?” His voice had a whiny pitch now. If anyone heard him like this they might find themselves in the underground. But the bull was steadfast.

“Huff… only cows allowed.” Despite how heavy it was breathing, it refused to budge from its spot. How wasn’t it as desperate as he was? He was unbearably horny. If the stupid thing wanted a cow so bad, he would give it one. He quickly got down on his hands and knees and turned around to show it his ass. Shaking it to try and tempt it he forced the sounds out,

“Moo… moo moo” He tried, but it was still unaffected.

“Moooo” He whined out when it didn’t work. By now he was fully hard and his precum dripped onto the floor. He wanted to cry. Suddenly, the bull leapt onto his back. It grabbed his hair and hissed into his ear,

“Just remember you begged for this.” It kept him bent over and fingered him. It was using the purple jell. But he was too far gone to care. When it pressed on his prostate. He squeaked and came. But instead of feeling relieved he felt even hornier.

“Come on, fuck me already.” He whined rubbing against the fingers eagerly.

“What’s that? A lowly bull like me can’t understand.” At that a desperate whine escaped his throat. Was this bastard teasing him, he’d definitely make him pay for this.

“Mooooo” He almost couldn’t believe he’d said it, but he was uncontrollably desperate. He heard the bull chuckle and then he felt something bigger pressing against his asshole. Finally, he couldn’t stop his moan of joy once it started slowly pressing in. It gripped his waist tightly while it pushed in. All he could do was squirm, it wouldn’t hurry up despite his whines. Soon he felt it press against his prostate, he saw stars and came again. Two in a row was stretching it even when he was young, but he almost felt more energized from it. The bull had stopped, while he tightened around him. Which was kind of it, but right now he just wanted to get fucked.

Eventually it started slowly pushing in again. He knew it was finally all the way in when he felt two hefty balls pressing against his thighs. Its dick was massive. Just having it inside him had his eyes rolling up. The little bit of sense he had left told him it was a good thing it hadn’t shoved it in. It even waited for his body to adjust. His desperate little moos weren't enough to break its self control.

“Don’t worry little cow I’ll ruin you like you want, but I don’t want to break you.” It snorted behind him. It better not be mocking him. The gentle kiss it laid on the top of his head before he could respond made him tremble. His knees were already starting to get sore and they hadn’t even started yet. An unbearable amount of time later it leaned into his ear.

“I’m gonna start now.” Before nibbling gently on it. His moan from the kiss raised in pitch when the bull finally started moving. It kept its grip firmly on his waist, going slowly instead of going full throttle.

He mooed his discontent, but the bull just cooed at him.

“I know sweety, just be patient.” Stupid bull needed to show him the respect he deserved, but his reprimand turned into moans. It was timing its thrusts. The self control was ridiculous. In contrast, he was nearly in tears out of desperation.

“You’re a cute little heifer, it’d be a shame to break you. When the drug takes its full effect on me, I want your body to be nice and prepared. I want to fuck you stupid not crazy.” Full effect?! So it got worse than this, a piteous moo came out of him. But the bull simply kept cooing sweet nothings into his ear. It was enough to make him come again.This time the bull kept moving while he tightened around him, but it was still gentle. He moaned happily.

Slowly but surely, the bull started speeding up. It made sure not to let go of his waist and so it kept full control of the pace. But it felt good enough that he was starting to moan with each thrust. The drug must heighten sensitivity. This was miserable, no wonder the cattle hated it. The pleasure was immense, but the all-consuming lust was indescribable.

When his bull was finally thrusting at an acceptable speed, he couldn’t help giving encouraging moos. Which now spurred the bull.

“Ugh, I’m losing control. But you should be ready by now.” It grunted. When it finally let go of his waist, it fully mounted him. He almost expected it to be all talk, but the hard thrust that forced a surprised squeal out of him told him otherwise. He was finally getting the fucking he wanted. His eyes rolled into his head as moans and moos poured out of his throat. He came and his bull let out a bellow as it came into him.

Then he was flipped onto his back and the bull was fucking him again with a growl. He couldn’t help the delighted moan. More… more… more, sex was the only thing in his mind. Earlier his moos had been begrudging at best, but now they were enthusiastic.

When he came again and a coherent thought manifested, he was glad no one could see him. In the missionary position, his nipples were accessible and his bull wasted no time taking advantage. It started sucking on one while keeping its pace.

“Stupppid, I don’t have any milk. Ah! Moooo” The added stimulation gave him another orgasm. It was all over his bull's stomach instead of the floor which was a bonus. But with his ass leaking cum who was the real winner…

When he finally had his first dry orgasm, his bull was still going strong. The drug was still wreaking havoc on his system, but he was cognizant enough to realize that he was going to need a couple days to recover from this. He couldn’t even move his hips anymore. He was practically a cocksleeve. A delirious moo came out his lips. The bull would orgasm and then put him into a new position. It had to be showing off.

He’d lost track of how many orgasms they’d both had. Even his stomach was swollen from all the cum. Currently he was riding cowgirl, the bull moved him up and down leisurely. The frenzy from earlier had finally slowed down. His belly was swollen from all the cum in him. It wrung one last orgasm out of him before coming itself with a bellow.

He was no longer horny. In fact with the drug wearing off he felt sore, sticky, and exhausted. Instead of just dropping him after having got its fill the bull pulled him up towards its face and licked the cum off his body. Had he been the one doing the ravaging, he would have left his partner laying on the ground without remorse.

Instead when he was as clean as he could be under the circumstances, the bull sat him on his lap and rubbed his hair gently. It patted his stomach almost apologetically. He sighed as he felt some cum spurt out of him. His mind was slowly coming back to him. If he was a better person he might reconsider using the drugs to make the cattle more productive. He would certainly be laying low until he went back to normal.

He wasn’t sure how long they’d laid there resting when he started dozing off. He jumped awake when the door opened. Almost ready for a fight, but his bull cradled him protectively. He’d been dressed in his sleep, which he was grateful for, he’d rather his employees not see him naked.

Dr. Harper walked in with a creepy smile on his face. He went to jump up and wring his neck, but a stab of pain left him collapsed on his bull.

“Thank you for your participation in the experiment. I’m sure the results will be even better than expected. I’m afraid Subject 41 will need to go back to his pen for the night. And you will probably benefit from a good night's rest.” Before he could respond the bull huffed and stood carefully. It made sure he was stable before stepping off. It glared at Harper before walking off presumably to its pen.

He took a couple awkward steps to get his bearing back before getting up in Harper’s face.

“You’ll get your punishment for this little stunt tomorrow morning.” Harper had the gall to look confused.

“But I just gave you what you wanted? I saw how you couldn’t take your eyes off my dick during my eh… indiscretion. Like you wished you were the cow. I’m simply making your dreams a reality.” He said blithely.

He swung his arm to sucker punch him, but Harper grabbed his wrist.

“None of that now. You wouldn’t want your dream to turn into a nightmare now would you.” His whole personality shifted to something much more ominous. Worse, he was being threatened. He never should have started working with the psychopath. Bile rose in his throat. He wrenched his arm out of Harper’s grip and staggered off. Maybe Briar could help deal with him. But it would be humiliating to admit that the whelp got the better of him. But he could be a threat to them all.

He went straight to the mansion. Thankfully it was late enough that there were no employees around. The first thing he did was take a thorough bath. Even so, cum was still leaking out. He pressed on his stomach and felt another spurt of cum drip down his thighs. Bitterly he wiped it up with a towel. He got dressed and just went to bed in defeat. He’d just bathe again in the morning.

When he woke up his whole body was sore and his head was spinning a little bit. He was barely able to stand up. To his annoyance, he had a heavy limp. There was no way he was going to be able to keep things discrete. He was going to have to power through it. Morning rounds and then all day at the riding school…

But he couldn’t let Harper think he’d won. He settled into the warm water for another bath. He scrubbed off the remnants of the day before. He felt something on his thigh and almost jumped out of the water. He reached back to grab it and yelped in pain. He jumped out of the tub and rushed to his mirror. To his horror, he looked like one of the stupid livestock.

His ears flicked up and down. Not to mention his pathetically tiny horns. He looked nothing like the studs on the farm. In fact, his ass was fatter and his hips were wider. Like a fucking cows.

“Moo?! I mean the fuck!” He’d only had one exposure to the drug. Was the new experimental version that effective? This was potentially great for his profits, but horrible for him. He needed this undone immediately. Fuck rebanishing Harper to the asylum, he was going to get lost in the fucking moor.

He made sure to hide his new additions before stomping out to find his employees.

“I have business in town today. Close the school for the day, regular farm operations. I’m telling the bull to trample whoever tries to break the rules so keep your fucking hands to yourselves.” He heard some grumbling behind him as he left.

He went to release his bull and give it permission to trample. With one sniff of fresh air he realized his nose was much more sensitive. Even if he didn’t already have the pen location memorized he could have found it just based on scent. When he entered the pen the sight of his bull made him inexplicably happy. He could feel his tail moving beneath his pants.

“Moo…!” He slapped his hands over his mouth. His bull didn’t look surprised though.

“The only cow I’ll never want.” It spoke affectionately. He could feel his face heating up. He resisted the urge to go to its side and tried to give his command like he was unaffected.

“I have business in town today. So make sure the farmhands don’t do anything untoward to the rest of the cattle.” With that done he rushed out of the pen. His bull didn’t follow after him, but he swore he could hear it chuckling.

He drove his car into town. Great he hadn’t even considered how the horses would regard him now that he was transformed. He’d passively let the horses foster a sort of superiority complex towards the cattle. What if they wouldn’t respect him anymore. Harper was going to pay for this.

Thankfully the brothel was on the outskirts of town. He stomped straight into Briar’s office. Briar didn’t even react to his peace being disrupted.

“You too good for an appointment now Remy? I’m a busy man, you know?” He said sipping from a wine glass.

“Shut the fuck up, you don’t do anything all day.” He snarled before he could control himself. But Briar just looked amused.

“Ooh feisty… what’s got your panties in a twist this time?” He stomped a foot in anger.

“Shut up! I’m not feisty you-” Briar cut him off.

“Don’t you ever get tired of being a brat?” He sighed. “Just tell me what you want. Though I can hazard a guess… you look different.” His blood ran cold.

“Mmm you're quiet now aren’t you. You're a stupider slut than I thought if you got high off that shit. And fucked from the looks of it.” Briar taunted him. Uncomfortably close to the truth.

“Shut up! That’s not what happened! I don’t look different either.” He couldn’t help another stamp of his foot. Of course Briar was going to be a bitch about this.

“If you wanted some dick you could have always asked me nicely. Now let me see what’s happened to you. And before you bitch, either obey or get out. I don’t owe you anything. Don’t worry I’m not fucking Leighton, so this’ll just be between us.” Something about Briar’s grin unsettled him. Is this how the merchandise felt…

If he got his revenge in the end, he could take a little more humiliation. He stripped quickly and as unsexily as possible. Briar just laughed from the couch. He faced him from the front, so the tail thankfully wasn’t visible. But sadistic as ever, Briar patted his head to show he wanted the cowboy hat off too. His hands trembled. Once he saw the horns and ears, Briar’s face lit up. He didn’t laugh yet. Briar patted his lap.

“Now come sit on daddy’s lap and tell him all your problems.” He cooed. It wasn’t a request. He tried to ignore the way his tail bounced against his thigh as made his way over to Briar. Before he could sit an arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him onto Briar’s lap.

“I never really saw the appeal of your little operation but I kind of understand now.” A hand came up to play with one of his nipples. He tried to swat it off.

“Come on, let's play a little game. Tell me how this happened while I satisfy my curiosity. And I don’t take half your herd for my operation.” That was an open threat. He squirmed on his lap while he told the story.

“I wasn’t like this last night. That stupid doctor did this to moo. He drugged me and a cow with the drugs the farm is developing. And I woke up like this.” He heard Briar chuckle. He squeaked when his tail was yanked on. He shifted his hips up to where he was being pulled.

“That hurts mooo.” Briar ignored his complaints. Shifted up, Briar spread his ass cheeks and burst out laughing seeing the evidence left over from the day before.

“A cow did this? Don’t make me bend you over my lap.” Caught in a lie, he had no choice but to confess. And he didn’t want to get punished. It wasn’t like he was scared of him or anything, but trapped on his lap he had no choice to comply.

“It was a bull…”

“Aw you’re slutty little mind couldn’t take it. Right. Say it.” Even if he was cooing it, he could hear the order. Briar had always been the most dominant in their little group. This transformation had only served to lengthen the difference between them. Suddenly, he felt he was in a very dangerous position.

“I was drugged. I wasn’t in my right moo!” Briar’s hands started rubbing his butt.

“Then you wouldn’t mind giving me that bull of yours. I could put him in some killer shows. If he’s this much of a stud.” Briar’s tone was like they were making regular small talk. But he felt like a raccoon in a trap.

“No way!” He shot back too quickly. He cursed internally, he’d been much too obvious. He heard the glee in Briar’s voice.

“Oh little Remy has a crush. Or is it Remoo now?” He said with a laugh.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, your bull will be safe. Though I do have to wonder how a cow will run a farm...” Briar’s singsong He could feel his heart start to hammer in his chest.

“Shut up! I’ll figure out a way to fix this. Besides a whoremonger like you wouldn’t know the first fucking thing about running a farm.” He snarled, turning so he could stare Briar down.

Who lost his composure and spanked him. He yelped in pain and tried to squirm out of his lap, but Briar’s grip on his waist was too tight.

“Be quiet, it was just one little slap. Well you’ve still got some fight in you, I guess you’ll be alright. So why’d you come all the way to visit little ol me?”

“We’ve got to get rid of the doctor! He double crossed me. Who knows how long until you’re next.”

“Harper? That freak’s harmless.” Briar had the nerve to laugh.

“That’s what I thought. But look what happened to me in one night.”

“Hm, good point… I’ll take care of your dirty work, just this once but you’ll owe me.” He could hear the greed in his voice. Whatever, he was willing to cross that road when he came to it.

“Yeah yeah, get the job done then we’ll talk. I’ve got work to do.” Briar let him leave with a slap on the ass.

“Bye Remoo.” His laugh echoed off the walls as he rushed to get dressed.

#degrees of lewdity #remy the farmer #briar degrees of lewdity #harper the doctor #bull x remy

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