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pensat-i-fet · 2 years ago

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Ask me first (Rúben Dias x Reader)

**I got this request a while ago. Sorry about taking so long. But basically just a bit of angst and I couldn't come up with the reason for the fight until one of the answers Rúben gave to the questions on that app he's a part of now inspired me. Hope you like it ❤️**

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"What are you doing?", you said, sitting down on the sofa next to Rúben and opening a bag of crisps.

"Answering questions on this app thing".

"Any good ones?"

"Yeah, I guess a few".

"Want one?"

"No, thanks", he answered without even looking at what you were offering. "I want to get this done quickly. We have movie night today".

"I might eat all the snacks before that".

"It wouldn't be the first time", he laughed and you hit him with the bag.

He kept typing on his phone and you got curious. What were people asking? So you downloaded the app and started to read through his answers right when he stopped answering.

"Five children. Good joke".

"It wasn't a joke".

You looked at him, eyebrow raised. "Oh, are you planning on becoming the first man in the world who gives birth? Because I'm not having five children".

"We can talk about it…".

"You can talk while I say no. Ask your mum how easy it's to have a single baby…five! You men are hilarious".

"Other women have more than five", is he for real?

"Good for them. I'm not them".

You got up, picking up the empty bags of snacks to throw them to the bin on the way to your room.

"The kids topic is more serious than this, don't you think?"

"Rúben, don't push it".

"I just don't see why you have to react like that".

"Because you didn't even ask me before announcing to the world I'm a baby making machine".

"That's not what I said", he rolled his eyes.

"It's what anyone would understand reading that answer".

Grabbing your phone, you went into the bathroom. And there you saw your friend's group chat was moving fast. What happened?

"Anyone can sum up the almost 100 messages I missed?"

"We're going out tonight. Wanna come with us?"

It was movie night but… "Sure. Who's picking me up?"

When you went back to the room, Rúben was waiting to try and talk to you but you just walked to the closet and started to get clothes out to see what looked cute.

"What are you doing?"

"Going out with my friends".

"What?", he couldn't believe you were saying that. "It's our movie night. And I haven't been able to spend any quality time with you for like a week".

"Yeah, too bad you messed up being an idiot".

"Come on", he tried to stop you from moving around the room but couldn't. "Don't be like that. I miss you".

"You can see me when I get back".

"At 4 am?"

"I might make it back by 3…does this look good?"

Rúben shook his head, not because he didn't think you looked good but because he knew what you were trying to do wearing such a short dress.

"Call me if you need anything", he said, defeated and you felt bad but…he needed to understand why you were mad.

So you picked up your bag and left.

Movie night without you there was boring so Rúben ended up logging off Netflix but left the TV on as background noise while he made a sandwich in the kitchen.

BBC news was on, of course. You were a news freak who loved watching that channel. And while he mindlessly spread some tahini on a slice of bread, he heard a familiar name.

"...there have been two stabbings in a fight. We can't give an official number of injuries but the ambulances have just arrived and are attending all the people here. Many tried to leave the club and hurt themselves on the way out…".

That club…was the club you always went to.

Rúben ran to the sofa to pick up his phone and tried calling you. But you couldn't hear the phone due to the loud music at the club.

"Pick up, pick up …".

Nothing. He tried calling twice and couldn't reach you. The TV reporter said the two people stabbed were male, so at least he knew you weren't seriously injured but why weren't you answering.

"Tanya…she always has her phone in her hand!"

He remembered that fact about one of your best friends and called her instead. When she picked up, he couldn't hear much because of the music.

"Rúben!? You got the wrong girl!"

"I didn't. Tanya, where are you? Are you ok?"

"What?"

"For God's sake".

He hung up and texted her instead, telling her to tell you to call him.

A couple of minutes later, his phone rang and when he saw your name on the screen, he let out a sigh of relief.

"You ok?"

"Yes, why wouldn't I be? Listen, I feel bad about our fight. I overreacted…".

"I don't care. You're fine".

"Wasn't I supposed to be?"

"I saw there was a fight at the club you always go to and worried you could be injured".

"Yeah, we don't go to that one anymore. Dodgy people and all that", you said, casually.

"Where are you then?", when you told him the name of the club, he wrote it down so he could find it on Google maps later. "Can I go pick you up? I…I need to see you're fine".

He couldn't see your smile but could swear he heard it when you spoke again. "Sure. I'm a bit bored anyways. I rather cuddle with you than be here".

"I'll be there soon".

When you found your friends again, you told them about what had happened.

"That place had such bad music anyways".

You shook your head. Only your friends could have that reaction to the news.

And then you kept your phone in your hands, waiting for Rúben's message saying he was there, which didn't take long.

"Gotta go, my loves!", you said, kissing them all quickly before going to meet Rúben.

You spotted him immediately and started to walk towards the car but he met you halfway there, engulfing you in a big hug.

"I was so worried".

"I'm fine, don't worry".

"Also…am I forgiven?"

You laughed at his words and his face. "I guess. But I'm still not having five kids. Let's just adopt five cats instead!"

"That's a lot of cats".

The look you gave him told him enough. "You can't be serious!"

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jaeellec · 1 year ago

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Wandering Star Snippet

Currently working on something! (Hint hint: log collection cover with a certain captain...) But today I was thinking about this scene I've had written for a while now! Keep in mind it's not polished or finalized 100% yet, but I think it's funny and have been wanting to share it for quite some time. And since Carmen's powers have been revealed as of last episode, I just decided to go for it today. It is a tiny bit spoiler-y, as it is from a way later episode.

Read below the cut!

Breakfast sizzled and popped in the skillet, and Killer removed it from the stove top to add it to a clean plate on the beaten island countertop behind him. Most of the spread had been picked clean by the crew - minus the captain - who sat and ate at the two tables just on the other side of the counter. The sound of forks scraping plates or cups being put back on the table replaced the usual morning chatter, and upon tiring of the silence, Heat gave a sigh.

“Alright…I’ll be the one to say it: Something happened.”

Most of the crew exchanged glances.

“Yeah?” seated directly across Heat, Haikei raised an eyebrow. “You were at the bar the other night– you saw what went down.”

“No, I mean after that. On the bow. Even after the bar, she still chose our ship. We’re all ordered off deck, and then she doesn’t show for two days?” He glanced over his shoulder to the kitchen. “Boss say anything about it to you, Killer?”

“Not a word,” Dishes clanged out as Killer placed them in the sink, and he grabbed a damp rag to wipe his hands. “You know he isn’t much of a talker.”

“Best stay out of the boss’ business,” Oscar interjected from the other table, warning his fellow crewmates. “This seems personal.”

Wire added, “And as much as I hate to say it…May as well get used to not having her around, anyway. We don’t have much longer before we reach the last island…” as he spoke, Carmen could be seen carefully peering into every angle of the room through the porthole window in the background, though she went unnoticed as Wire finished his thought. “Unless…Think maybe the boss will ask her to join the crew?”

Before any response could be given, the door opened and shut behind Carmen as she strolled in like she was already a part of the crew. Though they were taken off guard by her sudden appearance, they were just as delighted to see her again.

“Budgie!!” Noe happily threw his arms up in a greeting, and she hugged his neck from behind and sweetly spoke.

“Morning, boys,” she let her fingers gently brush against Heat’s smokey locks as she walked past and made her way into the kitchen to see the first mate. “Didn’t make my honey toast?”

“Didn’t expect you to join us – I’m a little surprised to see you this morning.”

Haikei called out to her as he took a bite. “Yeah, what’s the deal? Boss ban you from the ship again or something?”

“Because that worked so well the first time,” she teased with a smirk and Killer slapped her hand when she reached for a piece of toast on the counter. “I just figured you guys were getting sick of me and decided I should show the other crews some love. So! Now that you’ve had a little break, I came over to invite you fellas out tonight. Wanna come? We can have a bit extra fun since it got ruined last time.”

“You know you can count us in, Budgie,” Heat told her, but Wire chimed in with the concern.

“Doing okay? We haven’t really seen you since the other night.”

She crossed her arms and leaned her hip against the counter, not thrilled that the topic came up. “I’ve certainly been in worse situations.”

“That bastard….” Bubblegum gripped his fork just thinking about it. “Boss shoulda killed him.”

The Massacre Soldier spoke up. “Who’s to say he didn’t? At the very least, that guy won’t be walking that hit off for quite some time. So good news there. And speaking of the captain…” he turned his attention to Carmen. “Why do I get the sense you’re avoiding Kid?”

With a successfully stolen piece of toast in hand, Carmen could only offer a poorly-done change in subject. “Where’s your ‘Don’t Touch Anything’ apron? I like when you wear it.”

As she awaited his answer and went to bite into a corner of the toast, the door opened, causing her eyes to go wide and her body to drop on all-fours. The crew sounded out with casual greetings that were a mix of “Morning, Captain” and “Morning, Boss”, though she only heard him grunt in response and his approaching footsteps as she crawled around the far end of the counter, hair dragging the floor and toast hanging from her mouth.

“Morning, Kid,” Killer told his captain, who now stood where Carmen had just been as he handed the redhead the freshest plate.

“Go ahead and start morning routine without me, men,” Kid’s delayed reply was an order, and Carmen pressed her back into the end of the island as she intently listened, especially for footsteps. But for now, it seemed she was safe with more orders. “I got some work I wanna get done. Last I checked, we’re still on course to dock this afternoon. I want one of you to take an inventory check – see if anything needs restocked.”

“How about fruit?” Wire suggested. “Budgie may be willing to make us some more jam.”

From her hiding place, Carmen gave a thumbs-up to Haikei who confirmed for the crew. “Yeah, good idea. I get the feeling she’d be happy to.”

“Not much use for jam if there’s nothing to spread it on,” the redhead was aggravated as he observed the plate with a single piece of toast and mere crumbs. “Which one of you took an extra piece?”

Carmen’s face was flooded with dread as she heard Killer began his answer. “Oh, that was my mistake, Kid. Almost forgot,” the Massacre Soldier’s hand reached and yanked the somehow unscathed toast from her mouth, and she listened with wide eyes as he explained. “It got dropped this morning. The floors are clean if you want it.”

She heard his typical grunt of a response, but then came the concerning part – approaching footsteps. In a panic, she was on all-fours again, scuttling her way around to the outside of the counter. Some of the crew members were amused while others exchanged nervous glances as they watched her attempt at stealth while the captain once again stood where she had just been.

With only one arm, he placed the plate on the counter and began pouring a glass from one of the available pitchers. But with his height and the worried grimace on Carmen’s face, it was clear there was a real possibility of her being caught – any movement from her would be sure to catch his attention.

“Um…” Wire nervously spoke up. “Were there any more orders, boss?”

Carmen listened carefully with bated breath. From where she was pressed up against the island, she could just get a glimpse of those ridiculous lizard-print pants and that maroon feathered captain’s coat.

“Morning routine. Inventory,” he spoke after some thought, and stuffed his mouth with two pieces of bacon from the plate. “Prepare to dock in a few hours.”

“We’re on it, Kid,” Carmen heard Killer say, and the captain must’ve looked to his first mate because Bubblegum frantically gestured for her to move with his eyes. Quickly and quietly, she used her powers to levitate just above the ground and move towards the other end of the island, her calves down glowing blue and the usual trail of sparkles lighting up behind her.

“If one of you handle inventory, I’ll take over your part of morning routine,” Reck offered to anyone. “It’s been slow around here lately; I wouldn’t mind some extra work.”

Just as he finished his sentence, Carmen safely pressed her back to the end of the counter, though the sanctuary would be short-lived.

“Whatever, just get it done,” Kid placed his cup on the plate where bacon had been and carried the dish in his single had. “I’ll be in my quarters.”

Carmen had heard the footsteps immediately after the words, and before she knew it, she caught a glimpse of him walking by out of the peripheral of her wide eyes. An instant reaction, she was on all-fours for a final time, scurrying back around the counter, past Killer in the kitchen, and all the way back around to the far end where she stayed until she heard the captain kick the door close behind him.

“Whew!” she exclaimed when she bounced up, and the first mate already had his eyes on her through the mask.

“You owe me.”

“Of course, Kill,” Carmen took one of his hands and looked up to him with the utmost gratitude. “Buy you a drink tonight?” She offered as she span around him back into the kitchen where she was delighted to see that last piece of toast still on the plate. “Ooh~” As quickly as she saw it, she swiped it and was already hurrying to the exit. “Actually, I owe all of you for that. First round on me tonight! See you boys later!”

And just like that, she gone – door closed behind her and all – rushed out to avoid any and all questions.

“Alright…” the Massacre Solider spoke up to his crew, but those blue eyes behind that mask were fixed on the door. “Something happened.”

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rosainta · 1 year ago

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Day 2 of Rosain Quivan’s Daily Logs

Started December 7, 2023 at 10:00PM, Home

Finished December 8, 2023 at 10:42PM, Home

Log #2

Author's Notes:

I started this yesterday from a sudden shower inspiration thought. Who would’ve known that the most bizarre of ideas could be generated while cleansing yourself?

Anyway, this idea is just pure dialogue between Sniper and Scout from Team Fortress 2. No romance implied, but you could interpret it that way. I'll be completely honest with you- I'm very adamant when it comes to accurately representing their relationship, whether it be in a canon-compliant friendship / coworker way or in a romantic setting (specifically the latter, since I have to admit that I am an intense Speeding Bullet fan, though of course I love any other old depiction of the two, as well as other ships as long as they are respectfully expressed). Though this adamant demeanor towards accuracy helps me find out what I like to see in works including these two goofballs, I'm not entirely sure if I can transform those standards into my own writing... since I've never tried it yet! So, take this as another practice round, this time more centred on character depiction and dialogue (that, hopefully, doesn't sound like a cringey 15-year-old's WattPad fanfiction...)

Warning: a few colourful words here and there.

If you want a part 2 for this, let me know down below! I'll be happy to write anything, though. And also, if you have any feedback, please let me know! I strongly appreciate it :-)

Title: Intention. Fandom: Team Fortress 2 Third-person objective New Mexico, Badlands, Badwater Basin, (fixed the order; that was bugging me last time), RED Sniper's Campervan Around 3:15AM, sometime during the Gravel War

“Snipes... Snipes, you awake?”

A long pause. Then, the sound of dog chains jingling. A bed creaks violently.

“Sniper, get up, you gotta help me here!”

A low grunt, a shift in the covers.

“Ngh… can’t this wait? It's..."

A shift in the sheets, someone leaning to squint towards a clock.

"Crikey, half past three?! What in God's name do you think you're doing?"

"Trying to wake your sleepy ass up, stupid!"

A loud groan. Possibly the sound someone rubbing their temples together.

"Did you know that the average human being needs shut-eye to survive? Ain't that wild? Or perhaps you didn't come along to learnin' that at kindie yet?"

"Oh, just... just shut up and help me out, will ya? Look, I'm sorry it's so late, but this is really, really urgent, okay? And this concerns more than just the both of us, but you were the closest person I could find, so I need you here. I promise, I'll be outta your hair after all this."

A sigh.

"... if this is an emergency with the sheila again, go ask Spy. I'm sure he'll be 'appy to see your squirmy little arse again."

"Hah! Yeah, as if. He's probably out screwin' the Eiffel tower or somethin'; wouldn't wanna see, much less hear that, though I can only imagine the snorting sound he'll make when he- argh, anyway, that's besides the point! Point is, it's not about Miss P, it's about..."

A pause.

"...it's about what? Who?"

"Well, it's about Engie..."

Another pause.

"...and? Come on, Scout, get to the point, or I'm going back to sleep."

"Okay, okay! Well, I don't exactly know how to put this, but I think- or at least I have a feelin'- that he might, maybe, possibly, be workin' ... for BLU."

The bed creaks again.

"What, you think we got an enemy Spy in the base?"

"No, it's not that. He passed the security check earlier, because I was on rounds for that today. I think that our Engie, like the real one, well, I think he's double-crossin' us or somethin'."

"And why do ya' think?"

"Well, this afternoon, near the intel room, I was sorting my comics out when I saw him doin' this thing, where he would be all suspicious lookin' and shifty-eyed, then he'd pull out one of those 'computah' things, or whatever they're called, and start typin' really fast, like he was in a rush or something. Then, whenever someone passed him, he'd shut the screen down really quickly like this-"

A clap.

"- and would look at the person with a goofy little grin, as if he wasn't just sendin' some, I don't know, ransom photos of someone's wife a few seconds ago. He even had the audacity to wave to Pyro when it walked by, and I think even it found it a bit weird 'cuz it made this strange garbly noise I've never heard it make before. But anyway, he'd open it again and do the same thing over and over again until it was lights out. It was so suspicious. I didn't say anything then, 'cuz, you know, I didn't want him to know I was staring at him like a creep or somethin-"

"Which you are."

"Whatever, now, get this-"

A dramatic pause. Two hands are slapped on someone's shoulders.

"I go back to my room, and you know how his is right next to mine?Well, I wait outside the door, and I'm about to say 'good night' or something like that and maybe sneak in a question about his secret porn addiction, but... he doesn't go to his room. No, he turns the corner, goes out... and starts headin' in the direction of BLU's base."

Silence for a moment.

"You sure he wasn't just, you know, heading out for a hookup or somethin'? I hear a lot of people south-east go troppo for one-night-stands."

A slight shaking movement from the hands to someone's shoulders, dog chains jingling.

"Argh, Snipes, freakin' please?! I'm bein' serious here. He doesn't usually do that, I'd know because every night he plays those cheesy old cowboy country songs on his radio and goes to sleep, which keeps me up all night because I can hear it through the freakin' wall. And don't you think it's a bit strange how he was reacting when he was on the 'puter? No one would do that, even if it's for a hot night out."

A hand grips one of the latter's on someone's shoulder, as if to push it off.

"Well, maybe for bogans like you, who don't have the slightest bit of public decency when it comes to flirtin' with any skirt you see. And what right do you have stickin' your nose in his business? He could have as well been headin' back to Teufort to buy some quick supplies for his sentries, or hell, maybe even just going to see The Admin."

"Well, actually..."

The hands slide off the shoulders.

"I may have trailed him a bit. You know, just outta curiosity."

"You- you followed him? In the middle of the night?"

"Look, man, I had to do what I had to do to make sure that I wasn't going to have my head end up in someone's refrigerator the next day."

"But you do realize that you were being just as suspicious, more so really, as he was by trailing him?"

"Well, yeah, but- okay, look, that don't matter now, alright? What matters now, is that I found out where he was going. And it was the BLU base, I saw him sneaking in without gettin' shot by a sentry or a look-out, but I couldn't stay for long since they woulda caught me instead. But luckily, his little visit wasn't without a little proof. Check what I found-"

Knuckles slide against firm wood as someone picks up a small metallic object from a nearby dresser, holding it in front of them.

"This."

Someone snatches the object, clicks on a lamp, and observes it intently. A sleepy yawn.

"What is it?"

"I think it's called a U.S. Bee, or something? I don't remember what he called it, but he told me it's like a little key you put inside the compooter and it stores, like, info and crap. I don't know, something nerdy that only he and Medic would understand."

"Hm.... An' how do you know it's his?"

An impatient whine.

"I don't know why you're being so skeptic and shit about this, Snipes, I literally told you the story and brought a goddamn piece of useful evidence! Do you still not trust me? What more do you want from me here? A picture of his ass in blue?! Wait a sec- hold on- are you freakin' workin' with him?!"

A quiet sigh, someone shaking their head.

"Alright, mate, I'm sorry, okay? Veg out, now. No, I'm not workin' with 'im, and I do trust you, I really do. It's just that... I find it hard to believe that Engineer of all people, a man with whom we've been working with for 4 years now, would all of a sudden head up and go against his entire team like that, especially in such a dangerous manner when he knows that someone else could be, you know, spyin' on him."

"I wasn't spyin' on him, I was just-"

"You said yourself it don't matter, so it don't. What I'm saying here is that we don't know his intentions here. For all we know, he could be using his little device of his to gather intel on the other team, or he could be, I don't know, doing a secret contract or something. I just feel that it's unfair that we rush to conclusions like that, especially for one of our coworkers who may really be doing us a service, mate."

Quiet for a bit.

"You alright there?"

"No, I- I get it... I just, I just really feel like I found out something critical, you know? Like, it's not everyday you see one of the team be so secretive like that, well, except I guess Spy."

"Well, we all have our own secrets, don't we?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

Quiet. A few gentle pats on the back.

"But... wouldn't it be a good idea to try and find out what that thing, like, has? I mean, you know, just to prove that Engie really didn't have any bad intentions?"

"Yes, but that would be quite a breach, no? He'll most likely be looking for it in the mornin' and if he finds out you were givin' his equipment an unauthorised burl, well, say g'day to your dispenser privileges for the month."

"Well, what if I did it now, while he's still away?"

A pause.

"That's risky."

"I'll be fine."

"Alright, you do you. But how would you know where to start? And if you did get it to work, understanding what you're seeing is another question entirely."

"Hmm..."

Someone rubs their finger over their chin, pondering.

"Oh, I know! Medic, he'll know. Those two dweebs spend so much time doin' those experiments together, I don't doubt he'll know what the heck to do with this. Plus, man probably never sleeps, so it's basically 24/7 with him."

"Okay. Well, chookas with that, mate. I'm heading back to nap. G'night now."

The sheets shift for a moment, before an arm reaches out to stop them.

"Ah, um- thanks, pally. For listenin' and all. I know you don't really believe me or anythin' but, uh, I'm glad you didn't doze off halfway through."

"No worries."

"Yeah."

A pause.

"So, ehm, I'm gonna do that now."

"Oh, yeah, right, I'll head out now. Night, Snipes."

"G'night."

The light clicks out, and a figure scurries away into the night. Then, a sudden shift.

"Wait a minute, how did you get inside?"

Credits: Team Fortress 2 by Valve Image source: Team Fortress 2 Written by Rosain Quivan Cross posted on Amino ( Rosain Quivan )

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concealeddarkness13 · 2 years ago

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WHG 20 Day 2 - Ares

This is my last one for today! Tagging: @ratracechronicler (thanks for Atwater!), @maple-writes, @pen-of-roses, @drabbleitout, @grailfish, @forthesanityofsome, and @pied-piper-of-hamlet!

I went out to look for more tributes, but they were hard to find, and, well, I should have brought someone else, because at sunset, Primary decided to start the fucking visions again.

It was all the same shit, with me killing my friends. It was almost familiar enough to be more annoying than traumatic. I tried to find a safe-ish place to rest, stumbling through the forest.

And I heard some rustling, so I tensed and looked around even if I couldn’t see. “Hello? Who’s there?” Just because the person could be a tribute that Triel recruited, I couldn’t use my magic right away.

“Just a racoon.” I couldn’t place the voice.

I looked over towards them, but of course, I couldn’t see anything besides me killing the people I cared about. I summoned my black flames to my hand. “Don’t come any closer! Who are you?”

“Alright. Can you see, kid?”

They didn’t sound threatening. I shook my head. “Not…not at the moment. But I can still fight.” I jutted my chin out.

“That is a theory I don’t want to test. Just stand still. There’s no one else around. Nobody’s attacking.”

I relaxed a little but didn’t get rid of my flames. “Who are you?”

“The guy from 4, the one who can’t walk straight. Hugo Atwater. What’s your name?”

I blinked. I recognized his name. “Triel said she recruited you. I was supposed to keep my eyes out for you. Didn’t think this would happen so soon.” I waved my hand over my eyes. “I’m…Ares. District 1.”

“Ah…we have a mutual friend.” Something thumped. “I’m guessing you looked a little too closely at that sunset, Ares?”

Triel had mentioned something like that, but no, this was Primary. I shook my head. “No, unfortunately, this is something different. I kind of have the soul of a god who wants to use me as a vessel trying to convince me to destroy my soul by showing me killing all my friends over and over until they get tired.” I shrugged.

“…Well, that does put a bit of a damper on your evening plans, I imagine. Have you tried blasphemy? I’m sure you get that a lot actually, but gods do tend to hate that sort of thing, I’ve heard.”

“I’ve already called them a crusty shit, and that didn’t make them leave. It’s fine. Once they get tired, I can bring you to Triel!”

“Oh, you can do better than that, kid. Ahoy, crusty shit. My mum’s god’s got ten arms and a tiger. You’re out here bothering a teenager with war flashbacks like some two-dimensional cartoon ghost. I’ve met mollusks with more backbone. I don’t believe you. Ares, there’s a nice flattish log coming up to your knees a few paces two o’ clock. Take a load off, kid, and let the little sleep paralysis demon tucker themself out.”

Who is this mortal? I like him. He’s amusing, too amusing to not listen to him this one time.

The visions blurred, and as I sat down on the log he had mentioned, they went away. I blinked and looked around. I was in a forest, and it was indeed Atwater standing near me. I stared at him. “That worked. They said you were too amusing to not back off for now.”

“Well, at least I’m good for something.” His eyebrows went up a little. “Wait, can you see again?”

I nodded. “Well enough. Don’t know how long they’ll let me though.”

“This is a…habitual thing for you two, then?”

I nodded again. “Ever since the interview. I’m used to it by now.” I shrugged. But this didn’t matter. I could see again! “But now that I’m not blinded, I can fly you to Triel’s camp!”

He didn’t look convinced about what I had first said, and he looked even more concerned after I was said I could fly him to camp. “You can fly.”

I nodded, standing up. “I can change into a phoenix. You wanna see?”

“Hell, yeah.”

I…I could make him proud. I wanted to make him proud. Like…like my dad. I transformed into the phoenix and squawked at him, tilting my head to try to ask if it was ok if I could pick him up.

“Yeah, that checks out.” He grinned, and I couldn’t help the warmth in my chest. I made him proud! He even gave me a thumbs up! “Badass, kid. Oh—we’re gonna do the flying thing now? I mean, you can try, but don’t strain yourself.”

I could easily carry a person, so there were no worries there! I squawked again and ruffled my feathers in happiness before I flapped my wings and flew up to get some momentum before grabbing his shoulders to fly him towards the camp. He held tightly to my claws as I flew him, also holding onto his spear.

He looked stressed, and honestly, I was getting really fucking tired, so I set him down close to the camp but not quite there. The mutts were coming soon, but my magic should keep us safe.

I glanced over at Atwater once I transformed back. “We can walk the rest of the way, if you’d like.”

“That would be ideal,” Atwater wheezed, but before we could get walking, the howls of the cat-dog mutts echoed through the night, and I tensed and readied to protect Atwater from them, but a fireball scared them off, and Chess hobbled into sight, holding tightly to a small mutt who was snuggling up to her. She was cooing at the mutt. What the fuck?

Atwater collapsed quietly as I stared at her, collapsing as well, since I had gotten tired. Chess looked up and smiled. “Ares! You’re okay! We’ve been worried! And Atwater!” She hobbled over, the mutt crawling up to her shoulders and lying down with a yawn. “You’re safe! I’m so glad!”

“Uh. Right.” Atwater sat up and looked over at me. “Are you alright?”

I nodded, standing up and tilting my head at the mutt. He had a calico color, with a dog’s face, but one cat ear and one dog ear. And his feet and the end of his tail looking like a ghostly smoke. “I’m fine. More mentally tired than anything.”

“Well. Splendid.” He sighed and lay back down, waggling his fingers at Chess, glancing at her in askance.

Chess sat down next to us, so I collapsed again. “I thought I had seen a runt mutt with the others, and they had been mean to him, but look at him! He’s so sweet!” She held him out to Atwater.

Atwater nodded, handing him a stick. He leaned over towards me. “Not to pry, miss, but you seem to be experiencing more gravitational issues than someone in full health ought to. Is that half-rate shitstain in your head bothering you again?”

I looked up at him, not wanting to admit anything. “I’m not tired.”

He looked over at Chess. “Did she or did she not very recently mention being tired?”

Chess tilted her head. “Technically she mentioned being mentally tired. Not sure if that’s the same thing.”

I grinned. “See? I’m fine!” Not moving.

“It is the same word, you infants,” he tutted. “You can’t ‘yes, and’ each other out of a breakdown, physically or mentally. For fuck’s sake. Since you’ve elected to lie there in perfect health, then, at least quit trying to transform into a nautilus now and stretch your legs out. You’ll get bad circulation curled up like that, and your spine will stab you in the back in 20 years if you make it a habit. And drink something.” He fished out a flask, shaking his head.

Chess laughed, and I sighed and took the flask. “Yes, dad.” Fuck. The words had slipped from my lips before I could stop them. My cheeks heated up from embarrassment and takes the drink. It was just water, unfortunately.

“Belay the sass, or you’re grounded, young lady.” At least he hadn’t made a big deal about it. I just handed back the flask, still embarrassed.

Chess sat up more. “I can lead you two back to the camp! It’s not far!”

Atwater pocketed the flask and pulled himself up with the spear. “Great. On further examination, my legs are not, in fact, gelatin, so I’m good to go. Lead the way, Chess. Ares, I expect you can run circles around me, given how very fine you are, but try not to rush too far ahead for the sake of my fragile pride and all." He offered me a hand, and I took it to help me get up to walk.

Chess stood up and put the mutt on her shoulders and cheerily started leading the way. And to be sassy, I transformed into the phoenix and flew up and landed on Atwater’s shoulders so I didn’t have to walk, since I was actually tired. Atwater just whistled, acting like he didn’t notice.

#writeblr hunger games #whg #writeblr #no editing again

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chatter-gc · 3 months ago

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OOH THIS IS SO COOL LIME DID U REALLY DO ALL THIS?! yup! i tinkered around with the settings and sent you all links to get connected!

I LOVE IT THIS IS AWESOME!! I’m so mad there’s no tan color option for me >:/ And the closest thing to tan is taken by bat guy over here… This is OUTRAGEOUS

o sry tan the text editor only supported 7 colors I didn’t meant 2 leave u out Ugh. Well obviously we need a better way to tell who’s who other than color

hmmm… Perhaps we should use icons to identify ourselves

o hi purp! 👋 yeah u r right we should that would be SO much easier hey wait a minute I’ve got an idea!!

everyone pls use emojis before u type hopefully this will be clear enough to tell who is typing until I figure out how to assign all of us usernames 🦇 NO GUESSES AS TO WHAT MINE IS :D

🦌 there we go, hope no one mixes me up for this bat buffoon lol/j 🔧 hey purp r u gonna decide ur emoji yet?

🥽 Already have. 🔧 great!! so do we have anyone else that wants to join or r they 2 busy?

🦇 red n black r with me I asked them to watch me use it so they know how this chat site works in case they need to come on too 🦌 I still cannot fathom why that happy-go-lucky citrus bean had to drag me into this. He kept bugging me no matter how many times I tried to tell him I wasn't interested and wouldn't stop until I had typed at least something in this damn thing

🔧 hey i wasn't bugging u!!! i was inviting you! what did i even do to you?! D: also iirc u joined the moment u saw me log off of my blog 🦌 NO nuh uh you did not see that nope

🔧 uh... ok then so how's every1's day been? 🦌 Today was SOOO boring ugh I've only found two pieces of paper someone dropped into the vents that had anything interesting written on them

🦌 A flyer for some magic show and a cash receipt don't know who made or had either of em 🦌 I've been trying to go out for walks more often it's actually really relaxing

🦇 GREAT!!! 🥽 I guess it's been good

🥽 Mostly having to do tasks around MIRA 🔧 anyone wanna say something b4 we log off?

🦌 LATER HATERZ!! I've always dreamed of saying that! 🦇 THE ROOM I'M IN SMELLS LIKE HELIUM FOR SOME REASON

🥽 I don't think it's possible to smell helium, I'm pretty sure it's odorless 🦇 THEN WHAT IS THAT SMELL ANYWAY?

🦇 oh yeah black just told me it's actually red trying to cook lol 🔧 bye guys!! i hope we get 2 talk more in the future! :D

🥽 bye 🦇 BYE! :)

🦌 sure fine okay whatever byyeeee ✨

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the-blorb-system · 7 months ago

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CHOKE ON YOUR BLOOD AND YOUR TEARSSSSS ~ 🎶

- O. M. G. .....another frontsealed host? Finally??? I'm not alone in the pain?? {<- is in disbelief}

You should totally add us guys on there, we don't log shit either but we at least want to work on profiles so we have basic info like age and roles it's much more than that /lh

- SAME SAME SAME SAME SAME SAME SAME SAME....... Ok now for the 1 million dollar quiz question- favorite saga, favorite song (from said saga or overall)

- huh, I didn't drink shit today either and I can't remember if I ate anything.. maybe noodles?

- Digi

YOOO FOR REAL??? I thought I was the only one 😭

It's why we identify the system as Partial-DID. It's a diagnosis in the ICD-11, so I promise we did not make that up! Its basic definition is that one predominant identity never (or very rarely) leaves front, and other identities "intrude on" and influence the front's overall identity.

So. Forever-front-stuck host with headmates that co-front, which is us!

I just wanna go to the inner world and hug my headmates 😭

We really like and usually prefer Plural Kit for keeping info on everybody, which might just be because we found it first, but it is what it is 🤷‍♀️

I'm unsure if I'm comfortable putting direct info for my Simply Plural account out publicly, but if you're comfy with it you could send an ask with yours and I'll friend you? (You can title the ask as Private or something if you'd like to keep it that way) (Also just a suggestion, we're open to ideas)

And heugh boy so many options, I love all the songs 😭

Might just be because it's the newest, but for right now I think the Wisdom Saga is my favourite 👌

Close behind it is The Circe Saga, then The Cyclops Saga. And, I may as well- in descending order from there is The Underworld Saga, The Troy Saga, The Storm Saga, and The Thunder Saga.

Favourite songs for each Saga because I'm a nerd:

Just a Man, Remember Them, Keep Your Friends Close, Wouldn't You Like/Done For, No Longer You, Scylla, and Little Wolf/God Games, respectively. (Should be in chronological order. Also, yes, I know I cheated by picking two songs for a couple of them XD)

I. am one of the world's most indecisive people, I'm unsure I have a favourite favourite for overall XD Maybe No Longer You?

And lastly I make you deal

Is very good deal, very nice

I get water, you get water

Yeah? Yes? 👀

-Lizzy

#woof #sorry I talk a lot 😅#Host Lizzy #an ask!#osdd system #partial did #system things #Info #epic the musical #EPIC #osdd #Wonder!

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violetlearnschinese · 10 months ago

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today is 6/30/2024 i just wanna write up a log of the things that i've tried so far i guess

i feel like my chinese learning journey is kinda interesting bc . i'm more addicted to trying to innovate/revolutionize/optimize how to learn chinese more than actually learning chinese . and sure some of that could be attributed to instant gratification or wtvr, but also i am also rly addicted to trying to solve physics-esque/mathy problems and that's just what my brain is inclined towards doing, like if it recognizes smth as mathy and nonoptimal then it'll compulsively search for a solution lol . usually this activity doesnt actually turn out to be super productive (and a lot of the time it can seem like im just Wildly Overcomplicating things, and there's definitely an argument for that, yes) but i believe it's at least Somewhattt useful + at least i enjoy the rush (sometimes) + maybe one day ill finally get some Good idea and then ill make millions !!! or maybe that is just what i tell myself to cope . Lmao . anyway.

chinese course at brown

hellochinese

made the whole diagram thing (i was so anal abt this (and esp its application to music) and eventually changed opinion to yeah sure it was correct but not a good way to approach learning bc kids arent just magical sponges but instead the reason that they learn quickly is bc 24/7 private tutor (their mother) + fast iteration)

anki spoonfed chinese too hard

may 23 night - may 24 day

call w regan, she inspired me to just go thru my chinese textbook bc she made me think damn maybe i should just try being normal for once

went thru half of chinese textbook

felt like i wasnt rly learning well past lesson 5 (and lessons 1-5 were mostly review anyway)

may 24-25 ish

found lazychinese.com comprehensible input

found other CI people existed

searched through a Lot, couldnt find much at my level, either way too easy for total beginner or too hard nothing to grasp onto or just no variety of sentence structures

may 25 night

salena sent me the gay guy i could sorta understand him, like i could latch on to smth

coded the thing

went over the video w transcript for a day or two

may 26 day

saw the baby in pool

may 26 night

watched n followed funny easy chinese ig/tiktok accts

may 26/27

tried peppa pig / cartoons / stories on yt / etc, still too hard

may27

up until now, really mostly input little output

peppa pig longest sentence

turned on chinese keyboard

chatgpt convo

texting w friends

wow im not bad

hearing is impt, then pure imitating, then say it while pinyin, then understand

u will not see gains intra-day 1 bc gains r slow obv u need multiple days etc wtvr 2 bc gains happen during Sleep (ie After the learning session, Not During)(analogy to gym, u dont get stronger inside of one session, ur muscle builds up After the session is done)(i notice improvement after one or two days)

do many short sessions, but also include some long sessions

imitating a sentence/paragraph whole-part-whole . listen to the whole thing, then split into parts, then put the parts together . like learning a piano piece . (also this is fractal - if too big, split up)

around this time i tried brute forcing comprehensible input via lazychinese.com, but found it too slow/unoptimal/wtvr

flirting w krashen's hypothesis and i see so many success stories abt krashen (e.g. https://www.reddit.com/r/languagelearning/comments/wetbjo/i_learned_english_through_magic_and_input_krashen/)

this was interesting too, i forgot what i got out of it but it was interesting (https://www.reddit.com/r/languagelearning/comments/r9g1s3/i_immersed_in_spanish_for_900_hours_without_any/)

eventually i disagree w krashen and think he's stupid bc my brother cant speak tagalog

opinion abt tutors

also found out that it lines up with more modern language acquisition theories and critiques of krashen: swain's comprehensible output + dekeyser’s skill building

hypothesis abt memorizing stories might be better than flashcards

like a memory palace but it's stories not palaces

du chinese analysis failed (unique word density starts at 12% then goes to 6%)

i think about here i stopped being so anal about the whole ... diagram that was rooted in kids being sponges

i dont hate language classes as much

trying to brute force grammar

current hypothesis/method:

trying to brute force grammar

same hypothesis abt memorizing stories to learn vocab, but now using AI generated stories (unique word density starts at 32% then goes to 20%. much better!)

build a huge foundation (learn lots of textbook grammar and vocab) (get lots of clay), then iron it out (practice listening/speaking/reading/writing/wtvr to acquire more natural idiomatic expressions and also just increase your speed/skill etc etc) (roll the clay)

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esoterium · 1 year ago

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the look daryl shoots her when she prods him about the sanctuary tells her that it was a low blow to a sore spot he didn't appreciate much. from the corners of his eyes and with a twitch to his tightening jawline, the younger dixon thumbed the corner of his nose and sniffed. shoulders hitched like he didn't know what she was talkin' about when he damn well did and didn't like a single fuckin' word. he was letting her off the hook. mainly cause he didn't wanna talk about those weeks being in that place. months. however long it was. s'all a blur when he thinks about back then. how he was walled up in that hole. what was done to him there. s'not shit he lets cross his mind often. least he tries not to let it. gives him nightmares when it does.

still hasn't gotten outta all that claustrophobic shit from back when he was a kid being brought back times ten from it. even when he has to face shit like that now. the people he's with never are allowed to see it. but there's been times where he's damn near wanted to crawl out of his own skin to get out of situations where he's had to keep the appearance of having a cool head. when he was anything but. just cause if he didn't? then the shit would hit the fan and all roll down hill with no one there to stop it.

but just like back when he was a kid in georgia? this world doesn't give room for time outs. for anyone to take a second in their fucking corner and compose themselves. there's no safe spaces in the world today. and anyone that can't take what the world's gonna throw at ya and fucking deal with it? well they've been long dead for a while now. negan, the sanctuary, the bullshit that went on there? wasn't allowed to claim him. and maybe that's why seeing her makes a part of him feel like he wants to panic inside. like he's got some shit he's gotta step up and face and deal with. how the best way to do that is put space between him and her now. instead of runnin' to her. because neither one of them are kids. and their worlds threw a whole bucket load of shit on 'em from point a to point b.

you just don't magically come back from that and make it all sunflowers and roses. maybe she can. is that what she's trying by sticking around? that he might give her some kinda familiar hope? daryl's so damn much the same but older. wiser. more level headed but not. funny how he's changed so much. yet barely changed at all. the core of him. who he is is always been who he was. just who he was was waiting to become who he is without the world telling him he couldn't be. and she god damn saw it all. it's complicated. who knew he'd be complicated. everyone close to him. that's who..

"ain't none of your business what i'm out here for. maybe i just needed a break from people asking me so many damn questions," yeah that look went right into her eyes as he grumbles and toes another log into a fire. "don't mean i'm not gonna cook for the both of us tho. you don't wanna eat? then don't. ain't gonna force ya. s'up to you. "what do ya need me as a sounding board for then? what? you don't got people no more?"

Sherry can't lie and say things have been easy since she fled The Sanctuary. The truth is, her escape had been a harrowing experience, filled with fear, uncertainty, and constant danger lurking at every corner. Leaving behind the only life she had ever known was not a decision she made lightly, but it was necessary for her survival. The Sanctuary once thought to be a safe haven, had gradually transformed into a prison of oppression and control. Its walls held secrets that threatened to suffocate her spirit and extinguish any flicker of hope left within her. The rules were strict, the punishments severe, and individuality was crushed under the weight of conformity. But breaking free from those chains came at a great cost to her.

It has been many years since she left that part of her life behind. Ever since then, she has been constantly on the move, seeking something different. Regardless of where she settled, people were consistently self-centered, only interested in what they could gain from others. When she learned about Dwight's death, she lost hope in finding a new home and decided to cease her search. Despite the desolation and solitude, she realized she was better off alone. The only companion she had was the sound of the wind rustling through the treetops. She had grown stronger, no longer the woman oppressed by one man's dominance. She had proven herself wrong, despite her initial belief that she wouldn't make it in this world.

She has acquired the skills of hunting and self-preservation. All her belongings are carefully concealed within the two backpacks she bears. Attire, sustenance, a handful of weapons - these are her sole necessities. However, her perception was shattered when she unexpectedly encountered a face from her past, someone she believed she would never lay eyes upon again. He was still just as stubborn as he had been at the Sanctuary. Her helping him back then wasn't just to make up for their first encounter. Sure it was part of the reason but not all of it.

" Just like you didn't need help back at the Sanctuary? " She despises the mere thought of that location, let alone discussing it. It brought back memories of the bleakest moments in her existence. Repeatedly, she had the opportunity to alter the course of events, yet her lack of strength prevented her from executing any devised plan. Upon hearing about Negan's downfall, her sole remorse was not being the person who cut his throat. She had more reason to hate that man than most did.

" Come on, Daryl. It's not like I'm some stranger you can't trust. You're a long way from home and you're all alone. You're out here searching for something. " Daryl wasn't the kind to just up and leave his people behind without a good reason. " And don't you dare try to pity me with food. I've been surviving well enough on my own. It would just be nice to have someone familiar to talk to other than my damn self for a while. "

#am i the only one zen around here? (daryl dixon)#featuring: sherry (xxgotthedevilinsidexx)#xxgotthedevilinsidexx #god what a sour puss. omfg.

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mysteryshoptls · 2 years ago

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2023-2024 Player Birthday Login Message Lines

These are all the messages that you get from the boys when you log in on the birthday that you set in-game from 18 Mar 2023 to 17 Mar 2024! For those that want to hear them, you can find them in the Archive, under the tab その他　→　監督生バースデー③. (This will not be in your game archives until the birthday you set passes.)

You can find the 2021-2022 Birthday Login Message Lines here! You can find the 2022-2023 Birthday Login Message Lines here!

HEARTSLABYUL

Riddle

Happy Birthday, [Yuu]. I have arranged for there to be a birthday party in your honor after classes finish for the day. Be sure to finish all your homework before it begins. Of course, that includes your going over what was taught in class. ...You cannot finish in time? I suppose it cannot be helped. I'll help you with whatever you don't understand. However, just know that my instruction is quite strict.

Ace

Hey, [Yuu], Happy Birthday! Must be nice, being the center of attention today. Wanna trade places with me? I'm kidding, c'mon. Like, yeah, I love it when everyone fawns over me on my own birthday, but I'm not against celebrating others either. Guess I should go all out once in a while. You better be ready for it!

Deuce

Today is your birthday, right? Happy Birthday. Here's a face towel as your present. Hm? ...Oh, you don't need to hesitate or nothing. Isn't it normal to want to celebrate your bud's birthday? And 'sides... it's just between you and me. I'm happy for you to take it!

Cater

Happy Birthday, [Yuu]-chan! It's time for your birthday party, huh. Once we get to the venue, let's snap a pic with everyone! We gotta take tons that looks super lively and worth a memory! Ah, and obvi I gotta get me a pic with the two of us! I def don't wanna miss out on grabbing that selfie with the star of the day ♪

Trey

Happy Birthday, [Yuu]. I decided to get you a ball-point pen and a notebook for your birthday. I even looked into a few of the more popular brands, but none of them really called out to me. Sorry it's not anything cool. But I did my best to pick something out for you. I hope you can use it for your studies.

SAVANACLAW

Leona

Yo, [Yuu]. Today's your birthday, right? Good for you. Huh? A present? Yeah, I don't have anything like that for you, why would I? Just be satisfied that I even said anything. I came all this way just to wish you a happy birthday. That should be enough to get your tail wagging, all happy, don'tcha think?

Jack

Oh, I found you. I was looking for you, [Yuu]. Ah, I mean, it's not like it's something super important or anything... But, it's your birthday today, right? Happy Birthday. Here, this is your present, some running shoes. What? You wanna know if that's why I was searching for you? Wh-Why does that matter...? Uh, bye!

Ruggie

[Yuu]-kun, it's your birthday today, right? Shishishi, Happy Birthday! Felicitations and whatnot! You look so much more glam today than you usually do. You've definitely grown. I hardly recognize you～ Amazing! Just the best! Eh? You want more than just words? Well, I can give you a gift, I guess, but... You better give me at least 10 times the amount back～

OCTAVINELLE

Azul

Happy Birthday. Your gift is this board game here. How about a game? If you were to win, I will gift you one more object. Books, clothes, whatever you wish. If you lose... Fufufu, I wonder what I should have you do for me. Think of this thrilling little competition as part of your present as well.

Jade

[Yuu]-san, Happy Birthday. I have prepared a tea press as your present. Do you know how to use it? First, pour boiling water to warm it up, then add the tea leaves and steep. Then pour it from about this high... Perhaps it would be better if I showed it to you. Allow me to prepare you a cup of tea after this.

Floyd

Today's your birthday, right, Koebi-chan? Happy Birthday～ Here ya go, here's your present. What's inside? Well, if I told you, that'd be no fun. 'Sides, you'd be happy with whatever I gave you, right? Lucky you, Koebi-chan. Ahahah!

SCARABIA

Kalim

[Yuu]! Happy Birthday! I'm gonna throw a huge party for you today. I'm getting the venue ready right now, so just wait a bit, okay? But, I guess it'd be kind of boring just waiting around doing nothing. Oh yeah! How about we go for a magic carpet ride? Let's go soaring through the skies together before the party starts!

Jamil

So, today's your birthday. Happy Birthday. Here's a cutlery set as your gift. There's one for cutting meat, fish, and even dessert... There may be many different types, but it might not be bad to learn how to use them all. I'll give you a quick lesson on them later at the party. It'll probably be easier to learn while eating.

POMEFIORE

Vil

[Yuu], Happy Birthday. I've prepared a gift that you could only receive from me. I'll use this carefully selected item and give you a proper lecture on make-up. I wonder just how much of a transformation we'll see. ...Even though this may be your present, I am starting to get excited as well.

Epel

[Yuu]-san, Happy Birthday! I got a super special gift for you. Here ya go, a jacket that's got a rising golden dragon embroidered on it! The inner lining's got a tiger on it! Isn't it cool? U-Uh. Oh, maybe it's not to your liking...? Don't worry about it, I bet it'll totally look rad on you!

Rook

Greetings, Trickster! Happy Birthday! Fufu, as you can see, I was lying in wait for you. I knew that you would be alone at this time, at this very place. How...? Fufu, let's just say it was instinct. Now, please accept my birthday greetings!

IGNIHYDE

Idia

...H-Happy Birthday...　I-I tried to follow in the footsteps of them normies and got you a present IRL... It-It's all the volumes of my number one favorite manga and light novel set. Fuheehee. Spreading the word and bringing in new fans is the best way for those of us in the fandom to thrive! Check it― ......Uh, yeah, if you, uh, get time, please take a look...

Ortho

Based on my data, today's your birthday, right? Happy Birthday, [Yuu]-san! Ah, there's been a change in your vital signs. Your pulse rate and body temperature just increased. Ehe, were you happy that I'm here to celebrate you? It makes me feel so great to see you so happy. Birthday are really nice, aren't they?

DIASOMNIA

Malleus

[Yuu], Happy Birthday. As your gift, I shall play you something on the violin. Which song would you care for? Oh, you would allow me to pick? Hm, which one should it be... If I were to select something that would be adequate for your birthday... I suppose a cheerful song may be in order. It isn't a genre I play often, but I will take this opportunity to give it a try.

Silver

So, today is your Birthday. Of course, I will be attending your birthday party. To make certain I will not fall asleep during the party, I went to sleep early last night. I also took a nap this afternoon, and I've prepared ice to help me stay awake. However, just in case, allow me to say the most important thing up first. [Yuu], Happy Birthday.

Sebek

Hey, human! ...I'm talking to you, [Yuu]! I will give you the honor of my birthday wishes. Your present is a book. Only, I realized that I did not know your favorite genre. So we will go now to select it together. Tell me what kind of books that you ordinarily read.

Lilia

[Yuu], Happy Birthday. We have your party coming up after this, huh. The feast has been well prepared. Of course I didn't hold anything back. I put all of my efforts into making everything. Kufufu, you better be looking forward to it!

OTHERS

Grim

[Yuu]! Happy Birthday! I'll let you have me celebrate it together with you! We gotta chow down on all the tasty stuff! Then we'll sing, and dance, and play games... Nyahahaha! This is gonna be the best day ever! Let's hurry and get to the party venue already!

Crowley

Ta-daaa! What do you suppose this could be? That's correct, it's an exchange coupon for use at the Mystery Shop! You have been a consistent helping hand, so... This is a special gift for you. Happy Birthday. Incidentally, that is only worth 500 madol (5 Thaumarks). It cannot be exchanged for something pricier than that. Please don't hold it against me.

Rollo

Whatever is the matter, [Yuu]-kun? There is a strange glimmer in your eyes... Ah, I see. Today is your birthday. A present? Hmph. I hardly think that it should be something you request of others... But no matter. Indeed, birthdays should be treasured. However, what would be an acceptable gift...? I am afraid I'm rather unaccustomed to this. I would hope I do not disappoint you with a poor gift choice.

Requested by Anonymous.

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emmerrr · 2 years ago

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snow way

[this fic is also on ao3]

Ronan wasn’t usually one for answering unknown numbers. In fairness he rarely answered numbers he did know, unless it was Adam, or if the number of missed calls exceeded fifteen or so.

This call, however, he answered the second time it tried him. Nuisance callers didn’t usually try twice in quick succession, and besides, Ronan had a bad feeling. He couldn’t explain why.

“Hello?”

“Ronan,” said Adam, surprise colouring his voice. “You answered.”

Dread settled in Ronan’s stomach. “You better be calling from a fucking airplane.”

“My flight was cancelled.”

Well, at least Adam ripped the bandaid off all at once. Ronan’s grip on his phone tightened. “Why?”

“There’s a blizzard, Ronan, don’t you watch the news?”

“Is that a serious question, Parrish?”

Adam sighed. Ronan missed that sigh. He was supposed to be hearing that sigh in person in just a few hours. “I’m completely stuck. There’s nothing leaving JFK anytime today, maybe not even tomorrow. And I have no signal on my cell plus my battery’s about to die, so I’m having to use a payphone – did you know they still have payphones?”

Ronan did not know that they still had payphones, but it was also clear to him that Adam was trying to distract Ronan from the matter at hand, and whilst he loved him for it, it didn’t make the news any easier to take. It was incredible how quickly misery could descend on a person. In a small voice that Ronan knew sounded nothing like his, he said, “But it’s Christmas Eve.”

“I know, Ronan, I’m sorry.”

Ronan hated it when Adam apologised for things that weren’t his fault. “It’s fine, Parrish, just…just get here when you can, yeah?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“This fucking sucks,” he said, because it needed to be said.

“Agreed. Ah, shit, I gotta go, there’s a line of people behind me. Look, maybe go to Declan’s for Christmas? You know he’ll be happy to have you.”

Ronan knew that he’d be welcome at Declan’s because he was always welcome at Declan’s; how happy his older brother would be about it was a different matter entirely. “Maybe,” he said, which was as good as a no.

Adam neatly interpreted it. “It’d be better than being on your own.”

“I’d just depress everyone by being a miserable bastard.”

“Every household needs a miserable bastard at Christmas,” Adam joked, but he said it in a gentle way that made Ronan’s heart ache with missing him.

“I’ll think about it.” It was the best he could offer.

“Alright. I really am going now.”

“Try and call, if you get a chance. I’ll answer if it’s you.”

“You always do,” Adam said. “Merry Christmas, Ronan.”

The line clicked dead. Ronan sighed. “Merry fucking Christmas.”

As promised, Ronan did think about going to Declan’s for about five seconds until he decided that if he couldn’t see Adam then he didn’t want to see anyone at all. He was aware he was being dramatic about it, but he also didn’t care.

Of course, none of this stopped Declan from calling later that afternoon as Ronan sat on the floor in the living room in front of the fireplace, feeling mightily sorry for himself.

“It’s come to my attention that you’re alone for the holidays.”

Ronan tossed a log onto the fire. “Did Parrish call you?”

“Of course not, I saw it on the news. It said all the flights were cancelled.”

“Since when does everybody watch the fucking news,” Ronan grumbled.

Declan ignored this. “Just come here instead. Then on the 26th you can pick Adam up from the airport if he manages to get a flight.”

“Nah, I’ll pick him up from here, I was going to do that today anyway.”

“Well, what are you going to do between now and then?”

“I’m sure I’ll find a way to fill the hours, Deklo.”

“Yes, that’s what worries me.”

Ronan couldn’t even find it in him to be annoyed at being patronised. “I’m not gonna do anything, I’ll just fuckin’...I dunno, sleep or something. I’ll be fine, I just wanna be on my own.”

There was a brief silence. “Matthew would like it, if you came.”

This usually would be a surefire way to get Ronan straight into a car and on his way, but not today. Trying to put on a happy face for Matthew sounded exhausting.

“I’ll come in a few days, when Parrish is here. Matthew would like that better. The more the merrier, right?”

“If you’re sure,” Declan said. “You know where we are if you change your mind.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

“It’s just a couple of days, Ronan. He’ll be here before you know it.”

“Yes, but he’s not fucking here now, is he,” Ronan snapped before he could stop himself, then immediately felt bad because he knew Declan was actually just trying to be nice. “I’ll call you guys tomorrow. Go have some eggnog or some shit.”

“I hate eggnog.”

“That’s the spirit,” Ronan said, and hung up.

He woke up on Christmas morning freezing cold and with a crick in his neck. He was still on the floor in front of the fire which had long since burned out, and Chainsaw was busy trying to drag his blanket away to add to her hoard under the armchair.

He let her take it and sat up, stretching. He’d fallen asleep watching Netflix, but the TV must have long since switched off on its own. Ronan looked over at the Christmas tree in the corner, the shoddily wrapped gift for Adam underneath seeming to mock him.

He reached for his phone, but there was still nothing from Adam, no messages, no calls from unknown numbers. Ronan tried to call him but couldn’t get through. He knew that Adam had said he had no signal and his phone was about to die, but still, he’d feel better if he could hear his voice.

(He’d feel better if Adam was here, with Ronan where he belonged, not stuck in an airport in a blizzard on Christmas Day.)

Breakfast was the first thing on his to-do list, so Ronan made his way to the kitchen. He stopped in front of the window, noticing that it was steadily snowing, a fine layer already covering the ground. It would have made him smile under any other circumstances, but today it represented the reason he was currently Adam-less.

He scowled and was about to close the shutters so he didn’t have to see, when something moving outside caught his eye.

Someone was walking up the driveway towards the house, a large duffel over his shoulder and wearing a coat that was nowhere near appropriate for the weather.

It was, unbelievably, Adam.

Ronan was out the door before he even knew he was moving.

“Adam! Parrish!” he yelled. “Adam!”

Adam broke into a run as soon as he saw Ronan, and they collided; Adam in Ronan’s arms again at last, solid and real and fucking freezing.

“Come on, let’s get inside, quick.”

“Ronan, you’ve got no shoes on!”

“I know!” He grabbed Adam’s duffel and then his hand, towing them both swiftly back indoors.

After building a new fire up in the living room and dumping Adam in front of it along with all of the blankets retrieved from Chainsaw’s hoard, Ronan made them each a coffee and then sat down, Adam’s legs draped over his.

“You managed to get a flight out then?” he guessed.

Adam shook his head. “Nope, There’s still nothing until tomorrow, as far as I know.” He had both hands cupped around his mug, his cheeks and the tip of his nose still looking a little pink from the cold, but above everything else he just looked so relieved to be home.

“Then how did you get here?”

“Some guy overheard me talking to airport staff trying to see if there was any way to get here, and said that he’d just hired the last car available and was heading this way so could give me a ride most of the way. Then I got a bus, then a cab, then I walked.”

Ronan took a second to let that sink in. “You accepted a ride from a stranger?”

Adam shrugged. “Yeah. I was desperate.”

“...Why?”

Adam shrugged again, and looked down at his coffee. “You just sounded so sad, I couldn’t bear it.”

Ronan decided to bypass the ridiculousness and rashness of Adam’s actions and head straight to the love and relief. He put his drink down, took Adam’s from him and put that down too, then bundled Adam into his arms. “I love you. Thank you. Please don’t do that again.”

Adam buried his face in Ronan’s neck. “No promises,” he said. He lifted his head and kissed Ronan lightly on the mouth. “Merry Christmas?”

Ronan grinned. “It is now.”

A little after midday, Declan and Matthew arrived at the Barns, arms laden with food and gifts.

“What are you guys doing here?” Ronan asked.

Declan stared stonily at Ronan, then at Adam, who smiled and waved.

“We’re here because someone,” he said, nodding his head in a delighted Matthew’s direction, “thought you’d be sad and lonely because Adam wasn’t here. But I see you’ve had a Christmas miracle.”

Because he was feeling charitable, Ronan got up and gave his surprised brother a hug. “I hope you brought turkey. I’m fucking starving.”

Outside, the snow continued to fall.

#the raven cycle #pynch #trc fic #trc

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Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Lost Tracks of Time, Chapter 13

Summary: Team Conductors plot with the freed Nobles to locate the missing Nobles and settle for looking for Lilligant.

Author’s Note: This chapter feels like it gets a little expositiony, but I feel it’s needed. I’m not too happy with this chapter as a result. Next chapter will be better, I promise.

Thank you @furiouskettle!

(Shippers DNI)

At the remnants of the Pelipper Post Office, the four non-frenzied Nobles gathered. Team Conductors, Chatot, and Staravia were present to observe the meeting. The only other pokemon in Celestica Town were the Pelippers making repairs to their office. The bird pokemon gathered logs, clay, anything to repair the building. A dozen Pelippers sat around the Rescue Tree recently emptied of letters and waited.

“The remaining Nobles are Lord Wyrdeer, Lady Ursaluna, Lady Lilligant, Zir Basculegion, Lord Braviary, and Lord Avalugg,” Kleavor said. “Who wants to track down – and likely battle – who?”

“I will go after Zir Basculegion,” Electrode said. “Battling in water will be a tad tricky for me, but I am the only one of us with the type advantage.”

“I can go for Avalugg!” Arcanine said. “I’ll warm him back up to normal!”

“I’m not sure if that’s how it works, but if you insist…” Kleavor said. “Seeing as she has been my friend since I was a Scyther, I should be the one to visit Lady Ursaluna. What of you, Sneasler?”

“You’re leaving me with Wyrdeer, Braviary, and Lilligant, so obviously I’m choosing Lilligant. No way in hell am I going against the psychic types.”

“Language!” Kleavor said. “But that is a fair reason. I’ll happily tango with Lord Wyrdeer. Who wants to find Lord Braviary?��

“I’ll do it! But later. I want to stay here while you go today,” Arcanine said.

“How come, Lord Arcanine?” Chatot asked.

“Well, I feel kinda bad attacking the post office like I did, so I wanna guard it today!”

“Guard it?” Chatot titled his head in confusion.

“Oh, I see. The post office was attacked once, but it’s still standing. It could happen again,” Staravia said.

“Yeah, you get it!” Arcanine’s tail wagged a little.

“That is your choice then, Lord Arcanine. Is that everything we wish to discuss before we split up?” Kleavor asked.

“Yes, but please come back to our guild and pick a team to accompany you, Lord Kleavor,” Chatot said. “Though I think you could handle Lady Ursaluna on your own!”

“I appreciate the concern, Chatot. I think I’ll take you up on your offer!” Kleavor said.

“Alright, alright, you guys can do whatever you want. I got my team ready,” Sneasler said as she walked away from the other three Nobles.

Ingo and Emmet, who were behind Sneasler during the meeting, faced the other Nobles and tipped their hats. Ingo had bandages wrapped around his stomach.

“We have our destinations for today,” Ingo said. “I have no doubt everyone will be able to make their journeys successfully, but there is another destination that is a speck on the horizon for now.” Ingo pointed forward and at the ground. Emmet did the same. “I hope we reach it soon! Farewell!”

“Later,” Emmet said. He and Ingo turned to follow Sneasler, and Chandelure and Eelektross followed them.

“Bye, Sneasler! Bye, weird Sneasels!” Arcanine pawed the air as an attempt to wave.

“Good luck, my dears!” Electrode said.

***

Lady Lilligant’s Seat was accessed through the Cloudpool Ridge mystery dungeon. Golden and green grass patches lined the dirt floor. The odd tree would stand in the middle of rooms. Entire walls and sections of floors were missing, revealing the dungeon’s impossible height as they displayed the real-life mirelands far, far below them. While the dungeon was not difficult to traverse, it was an endurance test.

“So, to get to Lilligant’s Seat, we need to get to at least floor 80 and hope that we get a super foggy floor,” Sneasler said. “Once we do, we need to find some secret stairs in the walls.”

“You guys like secret passages, huh?” Emmet said.

“You bet your ass we do. …And while I’m thinking of it, Ingo, please take it easy today,” Sneasler said. “Between me, Emmet, and Chandelure, we’ve got, like, at least four type advantages on Lilligant. You can chill in the back while we take of it, okay?”

“While I appreciate your concern, Lady Sneasler, I can’t afford to rest given our mission,” Ingo said.

“You were in Gaeric’s infirmary for half a day after taking a couple blows from Kleavor and Arcanine. As long as you lay low, you shouldn’t be targeted. Seriously, make my life a little easier for once, please,” Sneasler said.

Emmet placed a hand on Ingo’s shoulder. “I will take the lead.”

“…Very well. When the battle comes, I will allow you to aim for victory,” Ingo said.

The battles on their way to the Seat were few and rare. The entire dungeon was seeped in an uneasy feeling, making the pokemon roaming the halls more afraid than battle-hungry. Before Emmet could bemoan about how unfun it all was, Ingo (who settled on being at the front of the exploration as long as he didn’t battle) encountered a familiar obstacle.

“We have arrived at a Distorted Floor!” Ingo said as he popped his head into the next floor. “…Wait.”

“Ingo?” Emmet pushed past Sneasler and Chandelure to see what Ingo was seeing.

“Something is amiss. My Chandelure, please stay on the previous floor for now.” Ingo needed to confirm that his eyes were not playing tricks on him. He stepped forward and fully entered the Distorted Floor, and Emmet followed right behind him.

With Chandelure and their light on the previous floor, the two were able to confirm Ingo’s suspicion: the floor was not completely dark. A dark blue aura draped itself over the room they entered. It would still be difficult to navigate without a light for non-nocturnal pokemon like the twins, but they observed how large the room was and the three halls that would lead to the rest of the floor.

“Alright, what weirdness am I gonna find?” Sneasler said as she entered the floor. “…Oh. Oh, that’s weird.”

Eelektross squinted as he entered. “What’s different? I still can’t see much.” Chandelure floated past him, as half of his body was still getting through the floor’s entrance.

“This floor has better visibility. It is still an environment with very low visibility, but it’s better than before,” Ingo said. “Let us progress and determine if that is the only thing that changed here.”

As many times before, Chandelure took the lead as Team Conductors walked through the floor. The area almost looked fake. No one could figure out where the lighting came from. The sky wasn’t visible, replaced by void. The only shadows on the pokemon and around the floor were from the light of Chandelure’s flames. Otherwise, everything looked flat, like an artist that blocked in colors on a drawing but stopped before they added shading.

When the team investigated and mapped out half of the floor, Chandelure stopped moving. Team Conductors stood in a long hallway, with Eelektross’ body fading into the blue darkness.

“What’s going on with you?” Sneasler asked Chandelure as though they could tell her their answer.

“They said there’s someone else here,” Eelektross said, having read their friend’s flames. “…No, two someone elses.”

“Is it someone lost?” Ingo asked. “Hello! We are Team Conductors! Do you need rescuing?” He raised his voice, making it echo down the halls more than it already did.

After getting no response from the strangers, Eelektross widened his eyes at the ghost pokemon. “…Chandelure, what do you mean “something is wrong”?”

“Sneasler!” a strained voice said.

“…Oh, shit.” Sneasler immediately recognized the voice.

Out from around the corner walked in Wyrdeer and Braviary. Wyrdeer’s eyes glowed red, as well as the orbs floating in his antlers. Meanwhile, not only did Braviary’s eyes glow red, but also the plumage on his head that resembled eyes glowed with red and violet energy.

“Relinquish your Toxic Plate!” Braviary said.

“Uh, n-no. Why the hell would I do that?” Sneasler tried to keep her voice stable and controlled, but it wavered and displayed her fear.

“Good day, Lord Wyrdeer and Lord Braviary!” Ingo tipped his hat to the Nobles. Emmet stepped in front of him and held his arm out, blocking his way. “I’m afraid we will not allow you to steal from our passenger.”

In response, a field of psychic energy formed in front of Wyrdeer while Braviary’s wings were highlighted in pink psionic energy. Wyrdeer charged while Braviary flapped his wings to send out the attack, and both of them aimed at Sneasler. Sneasler jumped out of the way, putting the rest of the team in the line fo fire. Emmet pulled Ingo aside, and Chandelure floated upwards to dodge the attacks. Eelektross, however, occupied too much space in the hallway to dodge Braviary’s Esper Wing, so he took it in his lower chest.

Wyrdeer redirected his Psyshield Bash charge and aimed for Sneasler again. Emmet jumped in front of Sneasler. Though Psyshield Bash was neutralized by his dark typing, Emmet found himself hooked onto Wyrdeer’s antlers. Wyrdeer shook his head violently to get the Sneasel off.

“I am Emmet. I am not a toy.” Eventually, Wyrdeer threw Emmet off his antlers, and the Sneasel crashed into Chandelure.

Eelektross picked up Ingo with one hand. Even if he wriggled, Ingo knew that Eelektross’ grip was firm on his tiny body. “Stay hidden, Ingo…” he said. He took one look at Braviary. He was not used to this type of Braviary, but he knew a flying type when he saw one. Eelektross Discharged, electrifying both Wyrdeer and Braviary.

Wyrdeer and Sneasler went into a chase that led them to a room void of detail, save for the open void sky. Sneasler used Aerial Ace to jump over and around Wyrdeer’s Psyshield Bash. Wyrdeer even tried copying her tactics by using the Distorted Floor’s walls like a jumping pad. Unfortunately, not even sheer strength can make up for his lack of dexterity, so Sneasler got a couple of Aerial Ace slashes on him. In retaliation, Wyrdeer stomped on the ground with unnatural force. Wyrdeer’s Bulldoze broke up the ground and shot large rocks at everyone in Team Conductors (except Eelektross, who barely dodged them by curling his body, and Ingo with him).

Chandelure almost used Shadow Ball on Wyrdeer until they remembered he was a normal-type pokemon. They dissolved the Shadow Ball and conjured Will-O-Wisp to burn Wyrdeer. Wyrdeer dodged one strange fire after another while keeping his eye on Sneasler. The young Noble tried to strike him from behind with Dire Claw, but he spun and countered with Iron Tail. The two blades struck, but Wyrdeer reeled back first as his fur caught fire.

Meanwhile, Eelektross used one Thunderbolt after another towards Braviary. Wyrdeer took a break from attacking Sneasler and glared at Eelektross with Hypnosis. Eelektross’ body immediately slumped, and he crashed to the ground. His grip on Ingo loosened as he fell deep asleep.

“Eelektross! You can’t nap, you geezer!” Sneasler said as Braviary waved a Hurricane towards her. Though the attack missed a direct hit, she found herself pulled off the wall from the wind and flew right into Wyrdeer’s Psyshield Bash. She skidded along the ground and hit her head and back against Eelektross’ body. “That actually got me… damn you old people!”

“This is your stop, Eelektross!” Ingo said. As much as it pained him to stay out of the battle, his ever-present injury gave him the fuel to remain at the sideline. That said, he knew Eelektross was responsible for keeping Braviary off Sneasler’s back. Ingo searched his bag for chesto berries, heal seeds, any item that could cure his condition. However, healing items became scarcer, and Ingo couldn’t find a way to help. Though attacking Eelektross crossed his mind, Ingo didn’t approve of the idea of hurting his friend.

“Eelektross, this is the last call. All aboard!” Emmet said.

Eelektross’ heart fluttered. Though he spent a week’s time around the twin Sneasels, he had not allowed himself to entertain the possibility of it being his old trainers. In his stupor, he heard not the voice of the Sneasel named Emmet but the voice of Emmet, his long-gone trainer. Even some part of him thought they were the same. Regardless, that woke Eelektross up from his sleep condition. He stretched his arms and back before remembering he was in the midst of a battle.

With Eelektross back, Ingo ran around the area, his coat and sleeves flapping behind him. Wyrdeer glanced over and saw something dangerously familiar on Ingo’s arm.

“ARC BEARER!” he said. Braviary turned to where Wyrdeer was looking. The two psychic pokemon glared at the Sneasel.

“I have a feeling their one-track minds just made a major track change!” Ingo said. He wished that he could take a moment to relearn Quick Attack as Wyrdeer and Braviary both unleashed their signature attacks at him. Ingo narrowly avoided Wyrdeer’s charge and used Iron Tail against the Esper Wing attack. Though it mitigated most of Esper Wing’s damage, the psychic attack struck him with enough damage to make Ingo’s legs wobble. He yelped from his injury reasserting itself as well.

Sneasler took the opportunity to use Shadow Claw on Braviary, striking him in the stomach. “Hey! Pick on someone your own size!” In response, Braviary used Dazzling Gleam, hitting her and Emmet with gem-like sparkles. Emmet even found himself briefly blinded by the attack. Braviary then flew high above everyone else and sat on the edge of a wall. He sat down and relaxed to use Roost. After a mere moment, he flew back to the battle refreshed.

Meanwhile, Wyrdeer charged after Ingo repeatedly. With each Bash he missed, he turned again to try to run him over. Things got worse as Wyrdeer and Ingo left the room and entered a narrow hallway. Ingo found himself in a dilemma. Wyrdeer ran faster than he could, so going straight until he found a crossing would likely lead to a crash. The obvious solution would be to climb the walls, but his climbing skills were not up to standard for Sneasels, giving Wyrdeer the opportunity to jump him. He even glanced behind and saw Braviary’s glowing plumage behind Wyrdeer.

A Shadow Ball drenched in Eelektross’ electricity struck Braviary, causing the bird to go down. As Braviary tried to stand back up, Sneasler rushed in and jumped on his back. Emmet ran past Sneasler using Quick Attack. He jumped on Wyrdeer’s back with no issues, as his Psyshield did nothing to the vengeful sibling. He stood on a patch of fur burning from Chandelure’s Will-O-Wisp and got burned. He didn’t care.

“Don’t pick on my brother,” Emmet said. Emmet grabbed Wyrdeer’s antlers and used Foul Play to throw the Noble backwards. Sneasler glanced over and saw Emmet glare at Wyrdeer, and the aura about him made Sneasler’s hair stand on their ends.

Sneasler used Shadow Claw and struck Braviary’s forehead, right between his glowing plumage. At the same time, Ingo saw the opportunity and used Drain Punch at Wyrdeer’s forehead. Two red explosions of shards lit up the Distorted hall briefly. Braviary’s plumage and Wyrdeer’s horn-spheres faded from red to their normal colors.

Wyrdeer opened his eyes. “This… isn’t my Seat! Where are we?!” He leaped to his feet and whipped around to observe his surroundings. He then realized that a mysterious fire was burning his fur. “And why is my fur on fire?!”

“Here, have this.” Ingo presented Wyrdeer a rawst berry, the only healing item he found in his bag. The fires were magically extinguished.

Braviary opened his eyes as well and stood up, though he limped and found his body was heavy. “Why do I feel exhausted…?”

“Oops, my fault. I got a bit carried away,” Sneasler said. Even she was surprised how hard she hit Braviary with that last Shadow Claw.

“I am Emmet. I regret nothing.” Emmet checked on Ingo, as his brother had trouble standing. Chandelure and Eelektross caught up to everyone else. Chandelure hovered around Ingo, and their close proximity made Emmet sweat more. Eelektross circled around everyone as best as he could.

“Lord Wyrdeer and Lord Braviary, what do you last remember?” Ingo asked.

“What do I remember? Well, I was at my Seat and resting for the night,” Wyrdeer said. “And now we’re at a Distorted Floor!”

“Yeah, same here,” Braviary said. “Dare I ask why?”

“Allow me to bring you up to speed.” Ingo began explaining to the Nobles what had been happening for the past few days.

***

The entire party moved back into a large room within the Distorted Floor, mostly to give Eelektross some space to stretch and relax. Wyrdeer and Braviary sat in front of Ingo, Emmet, Sneasler, and Chandelure.

“Ah, that is very, very troubling,” Wyrdeer said. “Red energy, Nobles losing themselves, attacking you and the Tree, and only one of us being able to break the curse… It is familiar, but I can’t quite place my hoof on it.”

“…Wait, I remembered something!” Braviary flapped his wings from the revelation.

“Lord Braviary?” Wyrdeer gave his friend a concerned glance.

“It’s rather fuzzy, but… I thought it was a dream… I woke up, and there was a red… circle going around me. I couldn’t move, and then I fell asleep again.” Braviary frowned deeply.

“A red circle! That’s it! It-It’s the Red Chain!” Wyrdeer said.

“The Red Chain?” Emmet asked.

“We haven’t seen any chains…” Eelektross said.

“The Red Chain… I didn’t think I’d ever see one in action again. It… It’s an artifact that can control certain pokemon.” Wyrdeer’s face contorted with each sentence. He had to dig deep into his mind to remember.

“That is unsettling…” Eelektross said.

“It gets worse. It can only be used on pokemon directly connected to Arceus,” Wyrdeer said. “…And we’re also the only ones who can destroy them.”

“Okay, that checks out, but Ingo was able to destroy the Chain, too,” Sneasler said. “You’re saying that Ingo is directly linked to Arceus??”

“If what you’re saying is true, then yes,” Braviary said.

“H-How?!” Look at him!” Sneasler gestured to Ingo, who was still leaning on Emmet and Chandelure while he sat. “I know everyone thinks we’re siblings, but he’s not a Noble! And neither is his actual brother!”

“About that, Sneasler, I’ve been wondering,” Ingo said. “When you, Lord Wyrdeer and Lord Braviary, began attacking me, you called me an “Arc Bearer”. Do those words mean anything to you?”

Wyrdeer and Braviary shared a look with each other.

“Ingo, do you perhaps keep on you a… strange device?” Wyrdeer asked.

“…Yes, I do!” Ingo rolled up his coat sleeve and showed the Nobles his white-and-yellow watch.

Braviary gasped. “That’s…!”

“That’s a yes,” Emmet said.

“…an Arc Device, here?” Wyrdeer said under his breath.

“Care to explain for those of us without your insight, oh mighty Nobles?” Sneasler asked.

“Ahem. So… According to the legends, a long time ago, a human fell from the sky into the land of Hisui. She bore the blessing of Arceus himself in the form of a small tablet. Ingo, your bracelet… is almost the same as how my ancestors described the hero’s tablet. We called it the Arc Device.”

“So… Ingo has an… Arc Watch?” Eelektross asked.

“I… believe so. And this would absolutely explain Ingo’s ability to destroy a Red Chain,” Wyrdeer said. “Lady Sneasler, your inquiry is correct, I think. Ingo does have some connection to Arceus.”

“I have a connection to Arceus because I have the Arc Watch?” Ingo asked.

“You have the Arc Watch because you have a connection to Arceus,” Braviary said. “Though this is a really, really bad sign, right?”

“Considering the Red Chain not only exists again but also that there are multiple Chains…!” Wyrdeer said.

“Exists again?” Emmet asked.

“What do you mean? Does the Red Chain not normally present in the world?” Ingo asked.

“Yes… The Red Chain has to be made. And considering everything you told us… Not only does someone know how to make the Chain, but they attacked the Lake Trio to craft them, infiltrated our Seats, and chained almost all the Nobles…”

“There is a culprit,” Emmet said.

“And they have a thought-out plan,” Ingo said.

“Well, considering you guys wanted to steal my plate, obviously something is going down,” Sneasler said.

Ingo had a lot of things to consider, but Sneasler’s words reached through and introduced him to a new train of thought. “Lord Wyrdeer, Lord Braviary, do you still have your plates on you?”

“…Uh…” Braviary said. He and Wyrdeer began to groom themselves – or that’s what it appeared like to the unfamiliar onlookers. Their “grooming” grew panicked as they continued, and after a minute of this, they stopped. “Mine’s gone!”

“Mine as well!” Wyrdeer said.

“…Huh. Hey, guys, how much do you wanna bet the others’ plates are gone, too?” Sneasler asked.

***

At Celestica Town, Arcanine rested on a pile of bricks and rubble that were too broken to use in the rebuilding of the Pelipper Post Office. He warmed them with a little fire earlier, letting his body relax under the evening sky. Of course, he was fully prepared to attack any mind-controlled Noble that would come his way.

Earlier that day, Electrode came back with Basculegion in tow. She was the first to return that day. Electrode sat near Basculegion, who decided to make a home in one of the lakes in Celestica Town.

“I see someone coming!” Arcanine said. “It’s… It’s Sneasler and her little buddies!”

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Electrode said. “I can’t wait to see Lady Lilligant again.”

Arcanine made a confused expression and tilted his head. “…Wait, that’s not Lilligant. She’s with Wyrdeer and Braviary!”

“What?!” Electrode hopped from surprise.

“How?” Basculegion asked.

Sneasler waved at her seniors. “Yo! Check out who I got with me.”

“Good evening, everyone!” Ingo said. “We’ve arrived at our destination, Lord Wyrdeer and Lord Braviary.”

“My word… The Rescue Tree really was attacked…” Wyrdeer said. He looked up at the tree, amazed it was still standing and bearing leaves.

“L-Lord Basculegion! You’re here!” Braviary said.

“We’re glad to see you as well,” Basculegion said.

“Okay, enough hellos and all that. It’s serious time. Arcanine, Electrode, Basculegion, do you all have your plates?!” Sneasler asked. She pointed to each Noble as she called out their names. Ingo and Emmet noted the familiarity of her pose.

“My plate? Oh, the Flame Plate! Give me a second!” Arcanine stood up and rapidly shook his body like he just took a bath. “Uh, wait, sorry.” He shook around again, and a couple berries fell out from his beard.

Electrode glanced around and rolled to a ruined building out of direct line-of-sight of everyone else. Similarly, Basculegion dove under the water surface. Neither of them wanted to show where they kept their plates.

After a while of shaking, Arcanine then stopped, dizzy and slightly breathless. “Where did it go? I didn’t misplace it, right?”

“My Zap Plate is not with me…” Electrode said as she rolled back to the group.

“Ours is gone as well,” Basculegion said once they jumped out of the lake and floated above the land.

“Don’t worry, my boy, you didn’t misplace it,” Wyrdeer said. “It appears that all of our plates have been taken.”

“All of them?!” Arcanine asked.

“Well, not mine, obviously,” Sneasler said. She even showed Arcanine the Toxic Plate. “But yeah, I bet everyone’s plates were snatched by… whoever is doing all this.”

“Oh? There’s a party responsible for all this?” Basculegion asked.

“We’re gonna need another meeting…” Braviary said.

“Only once Lord Kleavor has returned!” Wyrdeer said.

“Then let’s wait,” Electrode said.

***

While waiting for Kleavor to return from his trip, Team Conductors (which unarguably includes Sneasler) took to a corner of the town. It was a prime view of the Pelippers flying in and out of the half-finished post office. Chandelure acted like the team’s fire for light as the sun fully went down and the sky turned to night.

“How you doin’, Ingo?” Sneasler asked.

“I feel better than before. I think my old wounds are almost healed,” Ingo said.

“That’s good, I guess, but how the hell did you get hurt like this anyway?”

“I’m unsure… It is unsettling, especially if it hinders me from my duty.”

“You worry a lot,” Emmet said. “Mental exhaustion can become physical.”

“Of course I’m worried,” Ingo said. “Several Nobles are in danger and in pain, and based on what we know, there is someone with the intention of stealing all 18 plates.”

“Eighteen…?” Eelektross asked. “How do you know it’s 18?”

“Based on the names of the plates we know of – the Toxic Plate, the Zap Plate, the Flame Plate, and the Splash Plate – there is an obvious pattern of them aligning with the types of pokemon,” Ingo said.

“…Basculegion didn’t say what plate they were holding,” Sneasler said. “How do you know they had the Splash Plate?”

“I… am not sure.” Once again, Ingo said something that he didn’t quite understand why.

“And while I’m asking questions, how are you blessed by Arceus? And why??” Sneasler held her head in her hands. “Like, I know you guys are weird, but this is a whole new level…”

“I wish I could tell you, Lady Sneasler,” Ingo said.

“…You know, you don’t have to call me Lady Sneasler. Just Sneasler is fine,” Sneasler said.

“Okay, Just Sneasler,” Emmet said.

Sneasler pointed at Emmet. “You’re not funny.”

“Very well. I will call you Sneasler,” Ingo said. “Sneasler, I wish I had some explanation to an apparent connection to Arceus, but I have no idea. I am also confused as to why Emmet does not seem to be the same.”

“Arceus hates me,” Emmet said with a chuckle.

“Again, not funny. Ugh, add this whole… thing to the pile of mysteries,” Sneasler said.

“Oh! Perhaps this is related to us being humans formerly?” Ingo asked.

“Maybe?” Sneasler asked. “Honestly, I’m still not fully convinced about that.”

“Well, Ingo and Emmet were our trainers…” Eelektross said. Chandelure nodded furiously in agreement.

“Okay, well… ugh.” Sneasler sighed. “Never mind, I’m not making sense. I’m so tired, guys.”

“Then please rest, Sneasler!” Ingo said. “We can’t have someone like you not in peak condition.”

Chandelure floated slowly toward Sneasler as a silent offer to help her sleep with their abilities.

“Screw off, Chandelure. I’m fine. Really.” Sneasler crossed her arms. “I… guess I’ll try to nap while we wait for old man Kleavor.”

“Very well. We will guard you so you can rest easy,” Ingo said. “Yeah…” Sneasler, with her arms still crossed, leaned back and closed her eyes

#pmd lost tracks of time #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon legends arceus spoilers #pokemon ingo #pokemon emmet #pmd au #submas

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daggryet · 3 years ago

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Michaelmcchill’s thoughts on the Dream SMP, lore, and reboot:

for context, read my transcripts of his earlier vod (as he reads these posts earlier in the vod)

”okay, i don’t care to talk about this. there’s a lot i can’t say, ehm, because frankly no one knows how to talk about it. and then there’s the other side of it where- like, there’s the side of it where “it’s none of your business right now” because we’re working on this, but not working on things in the way of actively, actively talking about it. more like we did talk about it, and now we’re waiting. and then the other side of it is that, okay, i don’t mind saying this ‘cause wilbur apparently said something - which i think wilbur on stream today, or yesterday, said something to the extent of, like, “yeah, you guys are just gonna have to wait for dream to announce it” or whatever. and then apparently dream said it as well, so yeah. the reality of the situation is that, yeah, that was said. the problem with it is that we just- i guess, for transparency’s sake; number one) we had those conversations prior to techno’s passing, or at least us knowing, so we have no idea what’s going on right now. like, we don’t know. the creators are as lost as you are. we don’t know.

for a solid, like, week and a half we had nothing but communication, and we were all, like, messaging, and we were all kinda- frankly bitching, like a lot. like, a lot of us were bitching. like, i don’t care to talk about that again ‘cause it keeps us honest, relatively. i can’t sit here and necessarily tell you about all the conversations, but the idea, generally, is that, yeah, in december of last year we were talking about “hey, what do we wanna do next?”. and the conversation went from, like- there’s no secret that there’s two camps, there are two fucking camps of viewers of the smp, and it’s hard. so, december of last year we were having a conversation, and the conversation basically went: somebody put a link into the chat, it was a video, and it was basically, “hey guys, what do you think about this?”, and it was a video talking about the dream smp. and in the video it was basically like “hey, doesn’t it seem like everyone on the smp can’t really have fun anymore?”. and i sat there like, “yeah, i’m gonna be real, i don’t really know how to have this conversation with you guys, i’ve only been here for five months, so if you don’t mind me talking - i’ll talk”. and so i gave my opinion, i gave my piece, i said what i wanted to. and it was important to, like, get it out and chat about it.

but ultimately what i ended up saying was something like “hey, i want to give my opinion, my opinion is this; i’ve been on the server for six months, and i’m fucking bored”. like, that was my opinion. the conversation was basically something to the extent of “yeah, this shit’s hard ‘cause we don’t know what to do”. some people in the smp felt that the lore was a little smothering, and a lot of other people were like “hey, it’s not the lore that’s smothering, it’s what we do to, you know-blablabla-”, like... i don’t care to say it, per say, but it’s more like this; everybody has their reasons for everything. sometimes the reasoning’s really fucking basic, like, “yeah, we need a new world, i am sick and tired of playing the same character”. and then some people’s reasons are, like, me for example? if i’m being honest? my reason for wanting a new world? i’ve not had the ability to play a character. the server’s dead. i have not had the ability to play a character, and that’s sad. like, i want a new fucking world, i want a new season. i want something to rejuvenate an interest in the smp, so that i can have an excuse to play a character.

and the thing with it is, like, there’s two ways you can go about that. from a storytelling perspective. number one) hey guys! season two! and then nothing changes. nothing changes because nobody logs on or whatever. same map, same characters, same everything, nothing changes. number two) preparing nothing but lore. but here’s the downside, if you prepare nothing but lore, the only thing you’re gonna be getting from content creators in a season two is lore. which frankly - no offfense - is what you guys are getting now. and if i can, if i can be completely honest, you guys aren’t happy with that. you guys aren’t happy with the fact that lore is taking as long as it is, so who’s to say you’ll be happy if we announce a season two and go from doing eight hours of lore a month to nine? because we can’t change the amount of effort that we’re putting into it. the only thing we can do to change the amount of effort is insert things here- let’s be honest, you don’t care about dream smp. you care about specific characters on the smp, you care about specific plotlines that you want to see finished. but you don’t want to sit and watch everybody’s lore, you only care for certain plotlines. the problem with it is that a lot of people, slightly myself included, can’t put- any lore emphasis that i put into the season will always be overshadowed because in six months there will be lore with something unrelated that i have nothing to do with. and people will only ever ask about that lore, and not mine.

and it’s hard, it’s difficult, ‘cause there’s some people on the smp who are so fucking talented, but as far as lore is concerned - nothing is happening. i know a lot of creators on the smp who all just kinda want the freedom to do something. the problem is that we, in its current state, don’t exactly know what it looks, and if we do, we can’t really acknowledge that and tell you that. because one, it ruins the surprise, and two, it’s none of your fucking business until it’s released. also from a storytelling perspective, sometimes you like chapters and sometimes you don’t; and if you don’t like this chapter, that’s okay, see what’s coming around the next corner, but we have to figure something out. because this chapter has gone on for too long. there’s at most three stories happening right now, and most of them are done.

like, what do you want me to say? there’s only so many times you can fucking blow up l’manberg. there’s only so many times you can rebuild it. there’s only so many times you can give a shit about the discs, there’s only so many times you can care about certain fucking things. and if you only wanna see the dream smp used as a fucking stage, which - to be fair - happens way more than it fucking should, like there’s been moments where certain streamers have been “i hate the fact that i can’t even log on and really interact with insert people here because people in the audience will say ‘why do you hang out with so and so? they’re evil’ or ‘so and so and you have this-’, ‘wait a minute, is that canon? does your character like that person now?’, and i feel like there’s too much emphasis on story that no one can even have fun, but the audience is just “i just wanna see them have fun”, but the moment that the people are having fun, the audience is like “but i just wanna see lore, i wanna see story, i don’t care about the filler” and it’s “okay, but here’s the problem; we are streamers, the easiest thing for us to is make filler. we have to build up towards big lore. we can’t, like, i don’t know- there’s great ideas being tossed around, and people talk about it, and there’s great ideas, and there’s ideas floating around, and i agree with some of its implementation - not all of its implementation. if we learn something, maybe i’ll give my full opinion on it. but, you know, in and of itself, there’s been ideas, but i also don’t wanna sit here and act like we haven’t had those conversations, but again - we had the conversations before we knew techno had passed. and i think everybody is kind of wondering what’s next.

‘it’s okay to have an opinion, just say it’ no, i literally can’t, ‘cause some of it is based off of spoiler concepts that i do know. and i don’t want to be the guy to spoil something and give an opinion before we’ve even had a chance to run it. because say we run an idea, we don’t like it, the audience doesn’t like it, we can find a way to retcon it. or we can double down, like, “fuck the audience, the audience is wrong on this one, sorry. you guys are gonna have to stick it, we want to give it a shot, maybe we’ll like it, we don’t know”. the main things we wanna talk about are things we can’t because we don’t know where to begin. i have ideas, i wanna bring them up, i’m probably gonna criticise some of the current things we have because i think we have a lot of good stuff we have ideas for and we have a lot of bad stuff.”

#dream smp #aurora transcription #long post

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elias-code · 4 years ago

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The Swine’s Scribe

Characters: c!Technoblade x gn!reader, an appearance by Philza

Background: You're in Techno's cabin after getting the rest of his wolves from L’Manburg after the second war. You were originally rescued by Techno from a blizzard after running from the first L'Manburg explosion (your house was among those destroyed.)

Summary: When Techno gets back from the second L'Manburg war, he lets go of a lot of emotions by ranting to you. You, being concerned about his mental wellbeing, ask if you can do anything for him, and eventually, he kisses you, which leads to some close-calls with Phil and a whole lot of smut and fluff.

Wordcount: 3291 (according to google docs lmao)

Warnings: NSFW, swearing, blood/wounds, biting, getting caught

I REPEAT NSFW, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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Ever since Techno brought you in from the cold months ago, you've been doing little chores for him in a way to repay his kindness. Even though he was the one who summoned the withers after the initial explosions, you felt safe around him. It had been hard to get used to at first, but now you felt comforted by his presence.

For the past week, you've been writing his journal for him after he broke his hand sparring with Phil. His hand has since healed, but you insisted that you do it for him, and he put up little protest.

"It was stressful, seeing your friends leave like that, in the blink of an eye. I don't trust anyone anymore, not after Tommy betrayed me. I gave him a roof over his head, hid him from Dream, one of the most powerful people on the server, AND I trusted him with my Axe of Peace." Technoblade's tone was strained and he let out a huff.

"Techno," you empathised, "are you sure you're okay after today?"

"I'm fine, please keep writing." He only ever said please when he was really serious, clearly, he was not interested in talking.

"Now, I refuse to bow to the voices. They want blood and I won't let them. Too many allies have died for me or have disappeared onto the other side, only to reemerge when they need ME, never when I need THEM."

Again, you piped in, "Techno, you're clearly not ok," his pale skin was flushed red and his eyebrows knit together into a grimace, "If there's anything I can do to help, please tell me."

He went silent.

"You don't have to talk about it if it's really getting to you... Or you could let it out. Either way, I'm here to help," You said.

"I'll think about it. For now, keep writing,"

For another half hour, he ranted about the destruction of L'Manburg and his dramatic reenactment was accented by occasional yelling and hand gestures. Suddenly, he stops speaking and gets a puzzled look on his face, "Um, what- what's the correct phrasing for - I guess - 'horny for violence'?" The tips of his ears were bright red, matching the blush now forming on his cheeks.

You chuckle, "I think it's hungry for violence..."

"Ah, that's it," Techno states, and then he completed his recounting of events. There's a bubble of silence in the air and he bursts it by asking, "Do you have any thoughts?"

"You know my thoughts, Techno..."

"I think I know, but give me words, I can't read minds."

"You're not healthy, you need help. You need better friends and a proper support system. Right now you really only have Phil, and I guess me if I even count."

"You count."

Now it was your turn to blush, but you continue, "Either way, that's not enough! You deserve more than you're getting. I can tell that even without the things you've had me write down. You're carrying so much weight, Tech."

"I didn't know you cared," he seems touched by your words, "I suppose I don't know a whole lot about you."

"And yet, you trust me with your deepest, darkest secrets, Technoblade."

"One thing I can trust you to do is help me with my armour."

He was still wearing the enchanted netherite chestplate and pants, both of which you started fumbling with. The leather straps were clasped tightly, as to not come off in battle, but you managed to manoeuvre them enough to get them to let go.

As the chestplate was lifted off of him, he hissed and then grunted. You look at the spot his hand flew to on his back, where his shirt had torn to reveal a big gash in his shoulder. It ran from his shoulder blade to his left pec, one of the only places where he was unarmoured.

"Holy shit Tech, why didn't you tell me this was here?!"

"I didn't want to worry you," He chuckled and then hissed again, "I guess that plan failed."

You did not find it funny. You immediately went to get the supplies Phil kept in his house, knowing that Techno didn't keep anything but healing potions in his chests. Phil was eager to help and he handed some bandages and rubbing alcohol to you so you could clean the wound. You also grabbed a spare scrap of leather for him to bite down on.

When you returned, Techno had moved to sit on his bed where he had already removed the greaves and discarded them beside him. You came to his side, putting down the alcohol, rag, and bandage.

"This is probably going to hurt, so I need you to bite down on this," you said, handing him the leather scrap.

"Ok," he said, watching you grab the alcohol and rag from the floor, "Just- just tell me when,"

"Alright," He put the leather in between his teeth, biting lightly, "you ready?"

He nodded, you put the alcohol rag onto the blood-crusted gash. He let out a sharp, low hiss, tightening his jaw on the leather to release some of the pain. You cleaned up quickly to minimise the pain and then wrapped it in the bandage, leaving some so you could clean and replace it later.

"All done, you ok?" You looked at him, one of his eyes was watering.

"Yeah, the pain's much worse when you're not pumped full of adrenaline."

"You better not be hiding any more gashes under all of those clothes,"

"Wanna find out?" He flashed you a smirk, amused by his own confidence.

"I'll take your word for it, but you're going to need to change that shirt, it's covered in blood."

"At least it's not my blood," you shivered a bit at that remark and helped him take his shirt off, careful not to remove the fresh bandages along with it.

For the first time, you saw him without a shirt off. He seemed surprisingly slender for being as strong as he is. There were numerous scars that etched every battle and lesson learned into his skin. Lots of them looked older than you expected and you suddenly realised that he must have been fighting for a long time before coming to the server.

"Like what you see?" he asked, and you rushed to put the shirt down and find an excuse.

"Um, I- I was just looking at your scars, I'll bring this downstairs,"

You rushed away, turning bright red, embarrassed that he had noticed your stares. You absent-mindedly tossed the shirt into the 'wash pile' and then you remembered, in your rush, you had forgotten his greaves. With a huff, you climbed the ladder back to his room.

Techno sat in front of the fireplace, now roaring with renewed vigour from the log he'd tossed in. His pink hair had been undone from the messy braid he had put in that morning. It was almost dyed red and black by the blood and soot in it. He was playing with it, picking out debris and running his fingers through the more knotted bits.

“Tech?”

“Hmm?” he looked up at you, still fiddling with the hair in his hands.

You sat down next to him and he relaxed into a cross-legged position, with one knee tucked under his chin. His free hand is right next to yours and he doesn’t look at you. His face is red, probably from the fire.

“You looked like you were in a trance? Are you ok?”

Silence filled the room again,"

“You don’t have to tell me but just know I’m here if you need to talk. Obviously, I haven’t tattled about anything yet or Tommy and the Butchers would be knocking your door down by now.”

“The voices are quieter than normal. I can hear myself think.”

You try to be encouraging “So? What are you thinking about?”

He looks you in the eyes, they’re deep, his pupils adjusting makes you feel like he’s looking into your soul.

“Um, I’m not sure you’d want to know.”

You frown and protest since you’re now more curious than ever but still a bit freaked out. "C'mon now you've got me curious,"

Techno looked away, solemnly gazing at the fire “I meant what I said about you being a trusted friend. I don't get many of those so, thanks. As for why this is coming up now, well, I guess I’m lonely.”

You hesitated, “Me too, Tech. You're kind of the only one I trust, and I guess Phil, too, but I'd trust you with my life.”

He blushes, looks away, and tucks a strand of hair behind his ear before turning back to you and putting his hand on yours.

You immediately flush and you see a grin seep onto his face.

"I'm not really talking about friends anymore. I want... someone..." he almost whispers

"You mean?" he nods, "I guess I've never had anyone before. I think it'd be nice to see what it'd be like."

“I think we can kill two birds with one stone here, don’t you?”

Now you're both bright red, nervous, schoolkids who gingerly lean into each other's faces, gaze fixed on the other's lips. Your hearts beat hard while your brains rush to make sure you feel insecure, the voices in Techno's mind screaming excitedly.

“You good up there Techno? Your light is still on, it's far past midnight, mate!” Phil shouts from the bottom of the ladder.

“I’m fine, just," He pulls away from you, "reading. Goodnight Phil,”

Techno's ears perk up to listen to the receding footsteps. You’re both standing now, he's standing over the trapdoor, making sure Phil had gone. Once he was sure, he comes over and kisses you hard.

“Tech-"

“Is this ok? I’m not doing anything wrong am I?”

You think He’s clearly never done this before, as you respond "Yeah, I like it..." you continue, stumbling towards his bed where you’re initially just kissing like two teenagers as if it were your first time, desperate, but awkward.

Your hand was pressing against his chest as you laid next to him, tasting each other's spit, learning the ropes since neither of you had ever done this before.

The light from the fire made your shadows dance across the wall, arms moving to hold each other closer, legs wrapping around Techno's, bodies shifting so he's on top of you. Only the roar and crackle of the fire and the occasional grunt or gasp from you or Techno could be heard.

--- Smut begins here ---

As you both part to take a breath, he pulls your shirt over his head. When he leans into the crook of your neck, you notice the tent in his pants pressing against your inner thigh. In between your own legs, there was a pool of slick forming.

You moan, loud, fully knowing that would send Techno wild. He pushes further towards you and holds your arms above your head so he could press his mouth against your neck, leaving red, hot, sticky marks leading from your collarbone to your abdomen.

You're both panting as he lets go of your arms and you wrap them around his neck, pulling his head in for a long, deep kiss. His hot breath warms your cheeks as he repositions himself.

"Hey, is this still ok?" He asks between breaths.

"Abso-fucking-lutely,"

He fully loses himself, taking his hand from your cheek and moving it to your pants, never losing eye contact. You nod and he pushes his hand into the spot between your legs which was now drenched in slick. He found his way to your hole and pushed his index finger into it, creating a sensation you'd never felt before.

Instinctually, you gasp and then moan, harder than before. You rock your hips to his rhythm while he continues to press bruises into your torso. Eventually, he brings his face back to yours and kisses you. You let out another moan into his mouth. He grunts and then chuckles, kissing your cheek before pulling his finger out and then going back in with two.

Now, you're whining, pulling on his long, pink hair. You notice everything in those moments, his rhythmic breaths into your neck and pumping of his finger in and out of your sex, his other hand holding your waist, pushing upwards to caress you, his soft hair in your hand.

"Is it my turn now?" He gruffs.

You hum in affirmation as he pulls away and you kick off your pants as he undoes his own. You immediately notice his size. Compared to his fingers, which were pretty long and thick, to begin with, due to his big hands, his member was a giant. His hand that had previously been half inside of you was now working his dick, its head coated in pre-cum.

While you had seen other penises before, mostly in study, you had never seen one up close, and you'd only seen ones on humans. The hybrid piglin-shapeshifter was sporting a human-like head and shaft, 9 inches (at least) all the way down to a knot... he had a knot...

He notices you gaping at his dick and grins, leaning into you again. "Wanna help me with this, or... should I help m'self?"

Eager to please, you lightly push him forward so you're both sitting up while your hand inspects the new acquaintance. You look up at Techno for guidance. He nods and pushes your hand down with his own. He guides your hand up and down the shaft until he’s no longer guiding you and you’re doing it all yourself.

He does the same with you. The space between your legs was now, simply put, slippery. He did his best to please you, eventually managing three fingers easily.

The pants and gasps were syncing, the knot in your stomach growing stronger while you danced your mouth on the head of his member. He lets out a particularly loud grunt and removes his fingers from your sex. You suddenly feel empty, and he pushes you over onto your stomach.

He puts himself under you, his dick under your mouth. You lick the ever-present pre-cum off of the head of his dick once again and then begin to bob your head up and down, managing to fit him halfway before choking on him. His groans were now louder than yours, becoming more frequent.

"Ughh- fuck," he moans.

Now he holds your head and gently begins to fuck your mouth. Your bobbing was no longer enough, he wanted more. He thrust his hips into you, managing to get a third of the way into you and then it turns into deepthroating after every thrust.

You gag, unable to take him all the way, and so he decides enough is enough and you both rush to get him inside of you. He gets up, moving to position himself above you. You continue to stay in the position he left you in, on your hands and knees.

"Turn around," Techno says.

And so you do, you lay on your back, full of anticipation and covered in juices. He puts his hand on your stomach, leaning in to kiss you lightly, pressing more red marks into your sides, slowly turning you so you face the wall.

He pulls away and holds your leg away from the other, practically putting you into the splits.

"Techno..." You whisper.

"Hmm?"

"Is this gonna hurt?"

"Dunno, darlin'," He leans in again, "let me know if it gets too hard, ok? I'll stop if you say so."

You nod and kiss for confirmation, reaching to hold your own leg up to give him full access.

He inserts the head and you can already feel the stretch, slightly painful but you push on, your fingers grasping the sheets to keep yourself grounded. He’s pushing into you slowly, making sure you're not getting in over your head. You hold the sheet tighter, groaning from the stretch.

He pulls out slightly and the pressure releases. You moan hard, making sure Techno knows that you like what you feel. He pushes in again and begins to thrust into you. Techno is getting further and further with every thrust, and you moan between every breath. He's three-fifths of the way in and he's only getting harder.

Techno's hand replaces yours, keeping your leg raised as you move your hand to work yourself along with him. Your heart beats faster and he picks up the pace. He can get all the way to the knot before pulling out and thrusting in again.

"Tech... Fuck, it's so gooood..."

Now he's becoming sparattic and his face goes into your neck, biting softly, barely enough for blood to form. The knot in your stomach tightens and you scream into the pillow as he pushes all the way in, his skin hitting yours as his knot slips into you.

He moans and thrusts lightly into you, coming inside of you. You feel the pressure inside of you release as you come with him. You're being filled with his sperm, eventually spilling out along with your own come onto the sheet.

He continues to work you with his hand, breathing heavily into your neck. Your heartbeats are in sync and his juices continue to spill out of you, soaking everything below you. You try to look him in the eye as he shakes slightly, somehow still coming.

"Tech? You're still..." you gasp. "I know, sorry... it might be a while..." He grunts out.

Techno's ears perk up and he shoves you under the blanket, still stuck inside of you with the knot.

"What-"

He puts a hand over your mouth as you quiver underneath him, overstimulated by the pressure and his hand which still rested in between your thighs. What the hell is he doing?! The non-stop cum is weird enough, what-

Soon enough, your questions were answered when you heard the footsteps downstairs.

“Do you have my hat?” Phil's voice yells from the base of the ladder.

“Can't you-" he breathes, "you get it in the morning?”

“No, I'm going out super early tomorrow to scout out and make sure we haven’t been followed back.”

“Uh," fuck "it’s on the chair next to my desk up here? I’m in bed…”

Phil comes up the ladder and opens the hatch, eventually finding his hat while techno covers your mouth and lays belly to belly with you, he’s still dribbling a bit, so are you. You’re whimpering slightly.

Phil stops at the trapdoor. “Did you mean to leave the fire on mate?”

“Uh, yeah I was gonna let it burn… I was cold”

“Where’s your friend, loverboy?”

You feel Techno blush above you, his warmth suddenly radiating out from him.

“Um. They went to trade with some piglins since we’re almost out of spectral arrows.”

“Alright let me know when they get back, I just want to make sure they’re ok. Ever since you found them in the snow you’ve been doing better, it seems. Almost like you two are a... thing?”

The question lingered momentarily and you could almost hear Phil's eyebrow raise before Techno answered.

“Hmm, thank you, Phil. Close the trapdoor when you leave, I don’t want the warmth to leave.”

“Alright.”

Finally, the footsteps were gone. He pulls the blanket off of them and he takes his hand off of your mouth. You gasp for dramatic effect, laughing quietly to yourselves at the close call.

"Can I tell you something?" Techno whispers into your ear.

"Yes, you're literally deep inside of me, I'm guaranteed to be interested in what you have to say,"

"I love you"

"I love you, too..."

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