#but [redacted]. well he does too but. well perhaps you will see.

[thebibliosphere]

Joy! I've officially jumped on the Phangs bandwagon, so I can finally send coherent questions about it—how did you come up with the political landscape? I imagine it's at least partially inspired by true events, but how do you keep straight the political compasses of each character?

Eeey! Welcome aboard!

And yeah, a lot of it's based on history, but also a lot of current events if you squint. (Or maybe you don't need to squint.)

As for how I keep the characters straight (ha!) I had definite ideas about them while forming their personalities and history.

Nathan is the youngest and only starting to question the political landscape around him. He's not politically unaware but perhaps a little naive and unwilling to see how corrupt everything is.

He's been conditioned from a young age not to question authority. Military indoctrination will do that to you. Only when he finds himself on the frontline of an unjust and hopeless war does he realize things aren't what they seem. He still toes the line... until he gets injured, and the true depths of how little the military or government cares for people like him gives him a nasty jolt. Even in the first book, he's still somewhat in denial because part of him doesn't want to admit that he's been complacent. You can see what in the conversation with his brother Miles. His realization that he's spent his whole life following orders doesn't sit well with him, and that's a theme that will continue for his character in all future books.

It's only when he meets Vlad that he genuinely starts to question things, and that's because Vlad is the walking embodiment of a homemade Molotov cocktail wrapped up in a silk suit and a fierce, unshakeable sense of justice.

Vlad was created as a challenge to the bored, misanthropic vampire stereotype who doesn't give a shit about humanity because they've been around for hundreds of years and lost all faith in humanity. If anything, the longer Vlad is around humanity, the more fiercely he loves it and wants to do everything he can to help them. He grew up under the bloody iron fist of his grandfather's regime and saw firsthand what happens in a world devoid of democracy, and he's been running from it ever since.

He can only do a little under his father's thumb. But what he can do, Vlad does with all of his being. He's found ways to enable free schooling and medical care on the island, and if you give him a few more decades, he'll find a way to make housing accessible, too. (It's a numbers game, and he's very good with numbers. And honestly, his father doesn't pay too much attention to what he's doing. Not if he's careful about it...) He's also a staunch believer in the power of worker's unions, and despite technically being the person the unions would fight against, he is trying to help the workers of his island unionize because he believes it is the just and right thing to do.

Ultimately, Vlad is my firebrand catalyst for change, and I am really looking forward to exploring his arcs in future books.

Ursula is... tricky. She's in a precarious situation where she can't afford to draw attention to herself and, at times, has been forced to side with people she'd otherwise cheerfully drown because they could offer her the best protection. It's exhausting and soul-destroying, and it leaves her feeling powerless. Which is laughable when considering who she is. What she is.

She hates it. She wants it to be different. She doesn't like feeling so hopeless. Defeated. But she's tried to change things in the past, and it almost destroyed everything. So now she just keeps her head down and works from the shadows. It's safest that way. Not to mention quicker. After all, what's one more human war to an immortal [REDACTED]? If she ignores it, it'll go away. Eventually. Right? Right? (This may or may not be the denial talking.) (It is absolutely the denial talking.)

The fact that human politics are about to severely and unavoidably affect her will not go down well. Ursula is, in fact, going to be bloody livid about it. Not to mention guilt-riddled for burying her head in the sand and letting the humans go unchecked for so long.

Fortunately, she's got some new allies in her corner. A fiercely protective werewolf with a newfound sense of political rage and a vampire who's been spoiling for a fight of this magnitude for over four hundred years. Maybe, just maybe, this time, things will be different...

[togamest]

Hi friend♡ if you’re accepting requests~ would you mind if I askeddd for more Hiragi? Anything, perhaps a little nsfw since I don’t see a lot of that (VERY sadly). Maybe reader gets a little too close to his neck and gets drawn into the smell of his cologne and…[redacted]

I love him so dearly and feel he needs more recognition </3

Thank you thank you thank you!!!~

-> the scent of a king | 1,193 words. gn!reader, penetrative sex, creampie, fingering, hiragi calls reader “baby, darlin’, good girl”.

author’s notes: i am obsessed with this GIF HAHA! love a man with a good cologne smell, goddamn. kind of inspired by my partner getting this specific old spice body wash and deodorant so it was over for me before it even started...god, i can't imagine how good hiragi smells. he's definitely that guy who picks out scents he knows you like the most. thanks for stopping by! <3

Sniff. Sniff.

You turn your nose up into the air, eyes sliding shut at the scent that’s perforating your senses. It’s warm and musky, and makes your thighs press together as you stifle a moan. You’d always been into people who smell good, but Hiragi was a totally different story.

That man had one of the best colognes you’d ever smelled.

It was nothing special, either; you knew it was one of the cheap bottles from the corner store, something that wouldn’t break the bank but would still make him feel good about himself. He never put too much on, either; it was always just a whisper of musk and pine, but it was enough for you to pick up on it every time.

There’s a movement next to you on the couch, and your eyes snap open, yelping and jumping slightly away as Hiragi sits down next to you, a grin tugging at his lips. His hair is wet, which means he just got out of the shower; so not only is his cologne apparent in the air, but his body wash is as well. It’s a delicious mix of scents that has you needing to catch your breath.

“Do I smell good or somethin’?” he teases, and you can feel the red blush creeping up your face. “N-No!” you stammer out, tugging at the edges of your skirt and looking pointedly away from him, “no, I just…smelled something nice. That’s all.”

You expect him to drop it. He normally does.

This time, however, the atmosphere has changed.

His hand moves to your thigh, and his breath fans against your ear. His scent is even stronger this close, and you can’t help but let a whimper escape you as he murmurs against you.

“You seem bothered by it. Need me to help ya, darlin’?”

As he whispers into your ear, you feel his hand moving up. Despite your feeble efforts to stop its trail, his fingers dip under the flesh of your skirt. His chest rumbles against your shoulder as his fingers reach your panties, feeling the wetness already forming. “My, my, wet already? All I gotta do is smell good? You’re so low-maintenance.” There’s a sweet teasing lilt to his voice that only makes you want him more, and you can’t answer with words, only a moan and a shudder.

His other hand reaches around you and pulls you into his lap, his fingers tearing your underwear to the side so easily that they may as well have never been there at all. He’s slow, drifting through your folds, spreading your essence across your lips and up to your nub, which forces you to jolt against his hand.

You bury your face in his neck. The scent is overpowering, taking over your senses. You can feel your sanity slipping away, melting in his grip like an ice cream cone in the middle of summer. All you can do is moan pitifully and drink him in, his big hand spread against your back and his other hand busy beneath you.

“That’s it, baby,” you hear him whisper as his fingers circle your center, your tight hole spasming against him, “let me in. I know you want to.”

You do. You always do, muffling a cry as his fingers slide inside, so easily that you hear a groan rumble in his chest. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he gets out, and you can feel the hard-on in his pants growing against you, poking your thigh. You unconsciously grind down against him, drunk on his scent. It’s making you feel things, making you want him and everything that comes with it. You need him bad, so badly that your hips desperately rock against his fingers. He doesn’t even need to move them; you’re doing all the work.

You look down at him, and he looks up at you. The moment your gazes meet, the string inside you snaps. You didn’t even realize you were so close until you feel your walls spasming, Hiragi’s hand moving to rest behind your neck, fingers wrapping around the back of your throat, keeping you somewhat still over his clothed cock.

“Such a good girl f’me,” he says, his voice tight from arousal, the rasp raking across your eardrums, “such a good, good girl. You’re so fucking sexy, God.”

You don’t want it to stop. You can’t have it stop, you’d rather have him inside of you all day, cock-warming him as you drink him in, only having to think about him and only him.

He maneuvers you so easily onto the couch, his pants dropping and his heavy cock slapping against his stomach. He bends over you, sliding in so easily, not letting you have a come-down whatsoever as he slams into you. “Fuck, sorry, baby,” he says, not sorry at all, “had to get in there. Had to feel how wet you are f’me.”

You’re reduced to babbles and moans as his hips slam into you, his chest pressed against your own as you push your face into his neck again. His scent, his scent, it permeates your brain once again, slamming against you with every thrust, and you wail, feeling yourself cum again around him. Smells s’good, you drunkenly think to yourself, s’good…would do anything for this…

Your nails dig into his back; there will be marks there tomorrow, marks that the boys might tease him about. But you know he won’t care — he’ll be busy thinking about how cock-drunk you probably look underneath him, eyes wet and misty-eyed, lips open to allow the full extent of your noises to fill the room around the both of you.

His scent gets stronger with every moment; the smell of tangy sweat joins the fray, and you can feel him twitching inside of you. His breath, labored, brushes against your ear as his hips begin to stutter. So, you take this moment to claim a deep breath, before whispering in his ear.

“Cum for me, Hiragi.”

He does, with a groan, and you can feel the ropes of cum filling you up, your belly swelling from the amount. It feels delicious, the smells all intertwining together to cause yet another orgasm to slam into you as well, your walls squeezing around him, milking him for all he’s worth as you cry out.

His voice is shaky as he breathes into your ear. “Fuck, yes, fuck, cum with me, baby,” he manages to get out as his hips fuck you both through your orgasms together. It’s like he’ll never stop. You don’t want him to. Why would you?

However, he does, eventually getting so tired that he collapses on top of you, his arms no longer capable of holding himself up. He’s spent as he presses lazy kisses to your collarbone, and you simply lay there, basking in the afterglow. A hand reaches into his hair, nails scratching against his scalp, and a pleasant hum rumbles in his chest.

“So all I gotta do is smell good to get ya goin’? Do I need to take ya cologne shoppin’ with me?” he teases?

You swat him weakly. “S-Shut up.”

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[messenger-of-stupidity]

Shaw Pack HBS Snapshots I think happened

Redacted Masterlist

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Angel didn’t think about the fact that Davey perhaps, just maybe, liked personal space every now and then. When they were having a meal with the rest of the vacationing pack, it never crossed their mind that he didn’t want them in his lap. It was really more convenient because this way they could steal his food more easily. Although if you believed them it was really our food because this is a communist state now. Besides, after only ten minutes of him complaining, his hand eventually rested and massaged their thigh. So clearly he wants them there.

~

Baabe finds it hilarious to convince Asher to walk around in heels. It doesn’t matter who the heels originally belong too, Asher is wearing them now. It’s funny to watch him waddle around as he tries to stay balanced. It’s funny to see the pack laugh at him falling flat on his adorable face. They only realized there was a problem when he challenged Milo to a race in heels. Now no one can stop those two. Not even David.

~

Darlin found a hat shop on one of their many forced outings during day time. They had wanted to stay inside with Sam and maybe watch some TV but he had forced them to go outside and “make the most of the vacation” as he put it. Entirely ridiculous and honestly pretty rude of him. But that wasn’t the point. Kind of. Actually it was, hence the hat shop. Sam refused to tell them that he had, if ever, owned an actual cowboy hat. Well guess what southern batman? Now he does thanks to the power of capitalism!

~

Sweetheart loves pulling pranks on their mate. It’s common knowledge by now. And yet... Milo still falls for every single one. No matter what he says. They’ve hidden dress socks, snuck up on him, tricked him into playing horror games, and made him think he was having a whole ass conversation with Aggro when really Aggro was at Marie’s house and Sweetheart was just playing several recordings of Aggro meowing so Milo would meow back. But the most recent one has to be their favorite. You see, Milo think that a package from the front desk is coming. Nope. It’s glitter. 

[thewertsearch]

CT: D --> I'm attempting to determine what it is that ranks humans in their class stru%ure

Big surprise.

TG: on earth class is sorted out by who can drop the most delirious flow CT: D --> I see CT: D --> So, in other words, a sort of b100d letting ritual CT: D --> To assess whose pulse is steadiest and thus whose flow is the most STRONG

I just knew these two would be gold. Dave can run circles around Equius, and his earnest, mildly confused responses just spur Dave on. It's a perfect feedback loop.

CT: D --> I command that all verbal misdire%ion and hoofbeastplay will cease during my communications, is that understood [...] TG: if youre gonna spit that kind of bravado at me im just saying put it in rhyme

Please.

Equius should have thought twice before challenging a Player from the land of Heat!

Is this Dave's real Quest, then? The LOHACSE never quite fit - it wasn't related to terraforming, and with hindsight, I think it was probably just Terezi fucking around (and incidentally, uniting the two species).

Well, Dave is a Knight, so a sword-in-the-stone Quest is on-theme - but if I recall correctly, his specibus is broken. He can't actually use this blade, even if he gets it out.

At this stage of the game, it's probably be easy to alchemize a functional Bladekind strife card - but I'm not sure that's going to happen. Broken swords are Dave's 'thing', and the only way he can wield a whole sword is by abusing time manipulation. Maybe that's the solution here, too.

CT: D --> Perhaps it's that it's martial tacti% that matter for status. Unless you redact this CT: D --> I'd hazard in practice that it's a glass of what's lactic that would impact this

I was wondering how long he would last before bringing up sweat or milk. A lot longer than I expected, to be honest.

TG: fuckin piece of shit sword TG: wont goddamn budge probably useless anyway CT: D --> It 100ks to be a legendary weapon TG: its a legendary piece of shit

What does a 'legendary weapon' even mean, in the context of Sburb? I assume this sword is in the same category as Fear No Anvil, but I'm not sure what makes them special.

Sure, they're powerful, but alchemical power creep is bound to render them obsolete eventually. Maybe they have special properties that an alchemiter can't duplicate without their exact codes.

[sweetestpopcorn]

How do you feel about Snape from Harry Potter? Do you think that he is similar to Ser Criston Cole in some ways?

Hi there and sorry for this huge delay... I wish you a very I live in shame.

I am going to begin by making it clear this answer concerns ONLY the asoiaf canon (books), so any redacted fans kindly move along. Thank you.

So, I don't see how anyone would think that Snape is in any significant way similar to Criston Cole. Yes both are ambitious, cunning in a sense, and brave, but who they are at heart, their journey and their ending is world's apart.

The whole point of Severus Snape as a character is that he starts of being presented to us as a villain of sorts - from Harry's perspective - even looks wise, he is a typical villain. The way he dresses, the greasy hair, not very handsome (to be kind), his beak of a nose. His House, Slytherin, another token of his evil ways if you would. Another clue that he's bad. What we come to find along the way is that actually, it's not as easy as that.

Severus Snape is a grey character, perhaps as grey as it can get. He has done some very selfish and reprehensible things, and at the same time, there's a lot of good in him, bravery as well. The beauty of it is that it does not erase any of the bad that he has done, or it is if people can understand nuance it only adds to the complexity of his character, because you can do good things and have qualities and still choose wrong at times and be a less than good person. It's good. It's human. It's amazing writing and understanding of the human heart at conflict with itself.

That's not the case with Criston Cole. Unlike with Snape, there's no redemption for him, and besides his skill as a fighter and military commander, and his bravery since he never once backed down from a fight, there's really no redeeming qualities to him. He's not a character who changed but rather one who revealed himself and didn't reveal anything good. He's not grey, he's a villain. A good villain for sure, as his physical appearance - at least when he was young - does not let on about his rotten nature. Unlike the villains we are used to reading about, he's young at the start, charming, handsome. He has black hair and green eyes, very much a Baratheon look, and Robert too was once described as being a maiden's dream. Criston's occupation would also speak of honour and high character, he's a man of the Kingsguard. His death, however, and his decisions, speak for themselves and he's a very good example of a "show don't tell" sort of villain. Nothing bad about him is ever told, but everything is shown -> using a child to move up in the world, being a creep to said child, turning on a woman he was said to love when she does not live up to his twisted version of her, spending the rest of his life trying to destroy her, and lastly dying in a pathetic way.

About their relationships with the women they "loved", there's very little if anything in common.

Snape and Lily started out as friends. They were the same age and went to school together. Snape knew what Lily was, he knew that she was like him, and he liked her. It's finding another like him that first draws him to her. They became friends but for the most part, they had a very clear view of who the other one was, there was little delusion. Lily liked Snape but she was not afraid to call him out when she thought he was in the wrong. For the most part I would say they have a healthy friendship. Lily was maybe at times not the friend Snape wanted but the one he needed. Their final break in a sense shows this and how much Snape had lost himself, and to this, Lily was never blind. Even then though, and even through his humiliation, Snape never stops loving Lily, in a selfish way sure, but he never tries to harm her directly and he continues to try to protect her, again in a selfish way, but he does. It's only love from him to her, and Lily liked him very much, as a friend yes, but she did until she realised, or decided, he was going down a path she could not condone.

Criston and Rhaenyra are a completely different story. They were "friends" of sorts once, but more like in a companion sort of way and they were certainly never similar, this is not what first draws either of them to the other. Criston starts of as a grown man who takes advantage of a little girl - Rhaenyra was 8 and he was 23 - and tries to woo her to get a position at court and later on as a member of the Kingsguard, by means of being a favourite of the King's daughter. He watches Rhaenyra grow, being very clear that she had a major crush on him, uses this to his advantage and later on starts to develop feelings for her as well. Then, when she destroys his image of her - by either not being a poor maiden and rejecting the saviour that the white knight wants to be, or by trying to seduce him, depending on the version you believe - he turns vicious and starts to hate her. I would not call it love turned hate as much as I would call it a sort of obsession turned hate. And between them, I would say there was a mutual deception much more than a true friendship. Once it vanishes, Rhaenyra forgets about him and cuts him off and he hates her and tries to destroy her until the end of his days.

The dynamics between the Criston and Snape could not be more different. The development of the two characters are worlds apart as well, and where they start too.

I see nothing in common or at least nothing that is worthy of note, or of creating parallels between them that are not hollow and cheap - like most parallels are tbh.

Characters who resemble Criston and his obsession would be much more along the lines of Frollo (The Hunchback of Notre Dame) or Leôncio (Escrava Isaura). There is something of bookJorah Mormont in him as well, though the two start in opposing ways in a sense, and there's also definitely something of Humbert Humbert (Lolita) about him with how different his version of Rhaenyra is from the real her. But in a way Criston is none of them, I think he's more complex still in a way that he's a villain. It's very subtle and not said, and it's important to note he would never be painted in too bad a light since he was on the side who got to write history - though it's pretty clear Eustace doesn't like him as he was willing to throw him under the bus, which is very interesting - which leads too many people to thinking there has to be more.

No, there isn't. There's doesn't need to be. Not every twisted person is deranged and in your face evil, and some villains - the best ones - think of themselves as doing the right thing, as the heroes of their story. As a Kingmaker, giving the crown to the one they deem worthy. And not every villain needs something to have triggered him to "become" evil, something many seem to think needs to have happened with Criston Cole. And if I can add, this idea that there's a switch that turns us evil or good is quite dangerous. Like I said before, from the start he knew what he was doing, he was ambitious, he knew what he wanted, and whatever his reason for turning on Rhaenyra was, it has to do with how she affronted him and destroyed his image of her.

In a way perhaps Snape and Criston can be a lesson of sorts. In the first you have someone you would naturally think a villain, in the second, you have someone you would naturally consider a hero. But the twist is, that the hero might be a bitter not very attractive man who did a lot of wrongs, and the villain might be the once charming and handsome white knight who used a little girl and then wanted to destroy the woman she became.

[just-me-venting-cause-life-sucks]

From The Banner "Cogwheels, Pokerface, Paperwork"

This isn't canon, and is also very long. Everything is placed under the cut. Enjoy!

Name: Dr. Gears

Rarity: 6

Afflatus: Mineral

Damage: Real

Tags: DPS, Purify, Debuff

Birthday: August 18

Age: unknown

Exhibition Details:

An arcanist’s work exhibited in the 2000s for an unknown amount of time. Completed in summer, on August 18th. First exhibited in Site-19, located in [REDACTED]. The exhibit was later held in Site-17 and is now held in the 05 Council Exhibit in [REDACTED].

Incantations:

Old Scarf

Mass attack. When star two or above, inflicts Cold status onto main target.

Set To Rough

One target attack. No extra effects.

Playing Games(Ultimate)

Mass attack. Purifies allies.

Voicelines:

First encounter: *hums* Teleportation, time travel… drowsiness. Are you sure this is safe, Mx. Timekeeper?

Suitcase climate: Odd weather… No, it’s not a complaint. I’m simply stating a fact.

To the future: The clock will continue to tick without you, as it will with me. It is best that we all make the most of this time. Words which Dr. Bright translates to “yes, you can do that very dangerous thing.”

Idle: Are you in need of something, or are you just going to keep staring at me like that?

Greetings: I did not hear you approach… I recommend knocking in the future. Do you need me to show you how?

Morning: The chaos has already begun. Today’s going to be a long day, as always.

Bond, Morning: Good morning, Mx. Timekeeper. I have set the papers on your work desk, right where you asked, as well as a new box of tea that I thought you might enjoy. If you need more assistance, I will be in my office.

Night: It’s quiet now… too quiet. *hums* Everyone else is asleep already? That would explain it.

Bond, Night: It’s decaf. I’m not that helpless, Mx. Timekeeper. I just… enjoy the stars. No, I’m not telling you my “tragic backstory”. For the last time, that is not something for you to know.

Hat and hair: Some of those kids don’t know how to keep their hands to themselves. I don’t blame them, they are still learning. But still, I would prefer it if they stopped petting my head like a cat.

Sleeves and hands: For whatever reason, when I was pulled to this place, my body became thinner, yet kept its normal strength. It wasn’t shrunk by much, but it was enough to notice. I assume that all the others went through a similar experience, especially considering… Clef.

Clothing and body: Keep up straight, Mx. Timekeeper. Don’t let them see you slacking or slouching.

Hobby: Hobbies? Really? I don’t have time for such things. Though, considering I do have time now… What is something that normal people do?

Praise: It is rare to find someone like me. As of right now, you are one of the closest people I’ve found. Take that as you will.

Intimacy: You keep interrupting my work… Perhaps I can show you how to stop doing this? But… No, you can keep interrupting.

Chitchat I: Wha- Bright, put that down. Not everyone here is immortal like you are.

Chitchat II: I don’t care what everyone does outside of company time, I would just prefer that they keep me out of it. Now, do you have any Dust? I require some for my next experiment.

Monologue: This scarf once belonged to a person who was very dear to me. He understood me in a way that no one else has. I wonder, if time continues to reverse, I may see him again. I shouldn’t get my hopes up.

Deployment: A wise choice.

Pre-battle: Begin log.

Select incantation I: Test one.

Select incantation II: Test two.

Select three star incantation: For humanity.

Select ultimate: I require your assistance for this one.

Cast incantation I: Stay still.

Cast incantation I: Don’t move.

Cast incantation II: Back to containment.

Cast incantation II: It only lasts a second.

Summon ultimate: I cast magic missile!

Attacked I: Ugh…

Attacked II: Stop that.

Battle victory: A successful experiment. I will now retire to my quarters.

Insight: New material. Your sacrifices are greatly appreciated.

Bottom of insight: Would he still love me if he knew what I’ve become? What am I saying, of course he would. Regardless, this experiment remains between the two of us, Mx. Timekeeper.

[dragonji]

having a mome

ever since talking about [redacted postcanon events] with charlie ive been musing on what jyt and qyz would call each other and well. tonight its just making me very ill in the head a bit and I shrimply need to get it written out somewhere apologies in advance♡

So to begin. JYT would start with calling QYZ Your Highness/Qi Ying bc ascension is a comparitively new situation for him on top of preexisting social uncomfortableness making him default to referring to people by their titles or ranks whenever appropriate. And QYZ obv doesnt really care about titles so even though he knows JYT has one (General Qing Liu btw) he'd just call them by full name. JYT tries very hard to not let on how happy that makes him and only mostly succeeds [smiles peacefully].

Now (as in later postcanons as of timeline of charlies work as well as beyond) I am rather stuck on how to make their forms of address more intimate without verging into ooc-ness for either of them.... Neither of them are much for overly-sweet petnames I would think. With QYZ I dont think he sees a point in using 'random' words to refer to someone he's affectionate towards; JYT just has a deeply thin face for romance and the aforementioned social anxieties. Despite that I do think JYT would start using nicknames first- hes more liable to playfully or exaggerately use a nickname to test out how QYZ reacts where QYZ would just charge ahead with whatever name he finds fitting if/when he wants to call someone something different.

Some handful of years after theyve been acquainted and have formed their sparring routine JYT would feel safe enough to risk calling QYZ by name too (for the first instance picture end of a sparring session both peacefully laying in the dust catching their breath staring at the sky. JYT gathering themself enough to recklessly give a quick nervous "Thanks for today, Quan Yizhen !" before Bolting. He has to go wander around a forest in the mortal realm for a bit after that one to recover meanwhile QYZ is sitting at the sparring grounds like I wonder what their deal is today?? before shrugging it off. They have a conversation about it the next day where JYT cant stop fidgeting before he apologies for not asking before dropping the title and QYZ tells him it literally doesnt matter he prefers when people use his name anyways. And thats That♡). Eventually (5-15 years later maybe?) they would drop to just given names and likely keep using those for a long time.

All that said the safest option to JYT would be smth along the lines of 阿真 (A-Zhen) esp at first when he's unsure of how it'll be received. But I am Also finding it more and more captivating to maybe have JYT call him 小狼 (Xiao Lang) once in a while mainly while theyre alone if that doesnt sound too unfounded..... JYT likes wolves already and its also personal fulfillment to me as (spoilers for my furry tgcfverse) I have also made QYZ a wolf in all my furry versions😌 (Maybe when QYZ asks why JYT chose to call him that they would respond along the lines of "wolves are pretty and strong and cool and loyal just like you... even if people dont understand them well! Plus theyre cute and fluffy *pauses to run his hands through QYZ's hair* so I just thought it might fit^^" and QYZ hums a pleased note in return and they go back to napping all cuddled around each other Ok Moving On we're getting too romantic!!-)

Ahem likewise I've been considering having QYZ call JYT 涛涛 (Taotao) on occassion bc it seems cute and also more likely for QYZ to just double the syllables for a straightforward nickname where applicable. I mean having him call JYT Yongtao is already close enough to a nickname seeing as no one else does but maybe just as extra flavor here n there...... Perhaps something involving JYT's association with rabbits or dragons would be possible too/instead? Or perhaps I am simply projecting my furryisms a bit too on-the-nose there... Honestly could just have it be Tao-xiong if I wanted to keep the subtle are they comrades or yknow comrades vibe lol... in the words of my friend nie huaisang I dont know, I really dont know!!!

[cosmical-flowers]

Danganronpa: Violent Voices AU

Journal Entry 9 + 10

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A/N: just according to keikaku (translators note: keikaku means plan) [Refference] ANYWAYS DBA SHALL DROP SOON I PROMISE + SORRY FOR LONG WAIT SCHOOL HAS BEEN ROUGH

Journal Entry 9

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I decided to hang out with Tomoya today. He seems very nice from the interview I conducted with him. As he is the ultimate lucky student, he’s mentioned before that he has amazing luck when it comes to certain things. As an example, he told me a story on how he randomly won tickets for a baseball game from a machine and went to go see a game with his friend. I usually photograph events like that as well, so I asked him what game it was and he told me it was between 2 local teams. Ironically, I ended up photographing that event. Small world, isn’t it? We ended up looking outside while we chatted about how our lives. 

The outside looks odd. There’s a large cage surrounding us, with thick bulletproof glass. We can confirm that it’s that safe because Monoshoji popped up and informed us about it. It’s like un-fun trivia! Wow, another piece of info about how we’re gonna escape here or die trying! Theres a fountain snd some other buildings outside but they’re locked. The robot thing mentioned that they were hidden away temporarily for “special reasons”. What does that even mean!? Tomoya was confused as well, and we had nothing to do other than try to escape, so we tried lockpicing the lock to a building while Monoshoji wasn’t looking. He grabbed a hairpin from his pocket and bent it straight. I guess this is what he did to get his ultimate, because after like 5 seconds it unlocked. The auditorium was unlocked for only a few minutes as I took photos of what it looked like, because quickly Monoshoji locked us out again and instructed us not to do it again or else we’ll be punished. We both agreed, but honestly we didn’t take him too seriously. We even took a photo inside the auditorium before it was locked.

[Attached is a photo of Mao and Tomoya. Tomoya seems to be standing on the stage right in the center, an overhead light illuminating him. Mao is smiling as he stood next to him.]

It was fun just doing random things with Tomoya. Perhaps next time we can unlock the area to the pool. Or maybe the playground? We should 100% hang out again.

Journal Entry 10

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The game has recently started and everything seems to be working smoothly. Nobody has harmed my adorable machine so far, so no intervention was needed. Unfortunately, people have tried to unlock areas they shouldn’t have done already. Besides that, everything else is great. Despair has creeped up among the people there. They unfortunately dont know that someone among the organization is with them. Our lovely mastermind. Im pretty sure nobody will figure out so soon.

…

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. This wasn’t meant to happen. How did [REDACTED INFORMATION] sneak into the game? Wasn’t he meant to be part of the last one? Why is he here again? He was meant to be leaving for good, they really sent him back? We have to make sure he is gone. I’ll make sure of it.

[broiderie]

Meet the Reaper 15

Here is a new chapter. It's a beast. It's also HEAVY as hell. Like... HEED THE FUCKING WARNINGS heavy. Y'all... if anything in the warnings is a trigger - don't read it. Be responsible for your own media consumption. If you want to know what happens - ask. I'll tell you. Or better yet, tell me which warning is a trigger and I'll send you an edited version of the chapter with that part redacted and summarized instead. I'm not looking to trigger ANYONE. This is just something that I needed to write to get it off my chest.

As always... Don't steal my shit.

WARNINGS: vague medical shit, doctor visit, slightly inappropriate flirting, Megan reacting to an angry man, fluffy Mayans, talk of the international arms deals appropriate to the show, talk of payout for non-specified Mayan jobs, fluffy Hank, slightly steamy bit, talk of forced infertility.

HEED THE FUCKING WARNINGS. I get specific for a reason, people!

Megan shifted her sling uncomfortably, but smiled up at Hank even if it was a little strained. “I hope I’m right.” Her face suddenly paled several shades. 

Hank tugged her close and kissed her. “Me too, mi amore.” He glanced around to be sure no one was near enough to hear him. “You need to sit down so that you can rest your arm. You’ve done too much today, haven’t you?”

Megan shook her head. “I’m okay. I can do it.”

Hank frowned at her color and flagged down EZ who was behind the built in bar. “I don’t care. You’re right in the middle of your dose. You shouldn’t be uncomfortable right now and I can see that you are.”

EZ came to Hank’s side. “Need something, Hank?”

“Find la princessa a chair. She needs to ease her arm,” Hank told him quietly.

EZ nodded. “Of course.” He smiled gently at Megan and went to find a chair for her.

Hank pulled Megan in front of him to lean back against his chest so that he could take the weight of her cast. “Rest here until he gets back, mi princessa.”

The rest of the M.C. was focused on the meeting and they were behind Bishop, Marcus and Taza so the elders didn’t notice the shift in position from Megan and Hank. However, Adelita and the Galindos did.

Adelita raised her hand to pause the discussion. “Excuse me, but is she alright?” she asked Marcus, pointing to Megan. She looked genuinely concerned for her.

Marcus turned to check on Megan and saw Hank supporting her sling. “Poquito? All good?”

Taza frowned and went to stand.

Megan gave them a strained smile. “I’m alright, mi padrinos, Papa.”

Bishop looked to Hank. “Qué ocurre?”

Hank shook his head. “Tiene dolor, y no debería estarlo todavía.”

Megan growled at their use of Spanish. “Not fair.”

Taza excused himself and came to check her sling himself. “Where does it hurt, Chica?”

“Papa - I’m okay. It just hurts. It’ll pass.” She tried to smile at him again. “Don’t let me interrupt the meeting. It’s too important.”

Miguel frowned as well. “What is it? Does she need a doctor?”

Bishop took a deep breath. “Apologies, Mr. Galindo.”

Marcus nodded. “I understand you loaned us manpower when Megan was kidnapped. Megan was in a car accident during that rescue attempt and was injured fairly severely.”

Devante frowned. “Then perhaps we should finish our meeting quickly so the girl can leave. She isn’t essential for this anyway. Perhaps she should just go.”

Emily frowned severely at Devante, but turned to Marcus and Bishop. “Are you sure she doesn’t need a doctor?”

Megan shook her head. “Again. I apologize. It was a very recent incident and my family worries. I am alright. Please - continue the meeting.”

Hank nodded a little at Bishop. “I’ve got mi princessa,” he assured Taza and the others. “I sent the prospect for supplies for her. He’ll be right back. Go ahead. I’ll let you know if it gets worse.”

Adelita stood and went behind the bar. She quickly put together an ice pack and brought it to Hank. “Here. Maybe this will help ease the pain until your friend returns.” She smiled at Megan. “We will hurry and be done soon.” As she returned to the group with Taza behind her she squeezed Megan’s good shoulder in support. It was worth it to note that Rex never growled at Adelita - just watched her closely.

EZ came back in with a chair from another conference room and several pillows that he’d weedled out of housekeeping. 

“There. See. The girl is fine. Can we please get back to the business at hand instead of fussing over a hysterical child?” Devante stated shortly.

Marcus’ eyes narrowed and Bishop looked angry, but both of them nodded. “Of course.” They glanced at Megan worriedly, but nodded again. 

Hank got Megan into the chair, putting the makeshift ice pack on her collarbone and EZ propped pillows under her casted arm. Creeper brought her a bottle of water. Coco watched worriedly and squatted in front of her to watch her color. Her father and uncles kept glancing back to check on her.

Megan rolled her eyes impatiently. “I just shifted wrong. The pain will pass. This is why I said I’d be a distraction,” she hissed at them.

Gilly snorted. “Princessa, distraction or not, business is still happening. You aren’t hurting anything.” He nodded towards the huddle.

A few minutes later, the shot caller all stood to shake hands. Emily gathered the contracts and took the rough drafts to EZ at the bar for him to shred. Marcus spoke with Miguel and Devante, while Bishop and Taza introduced themselves to Adelita - who used the name Luisa - properly.

The rest of the M.C followed their president’s example and introduced themselves to the leader of the LO. Hank stayed back with Megan, watching her color starting to return to normal, but noting that she was still shaking a little. After she had met everyone else, Luisa came over to introduce herself to Hank. Then she turned to Megan.

Megan smiled up at her from her chair. “Hi. I’m Megan.”

Luisa shook Megan’s left hand gently. “Luisa. Are you feeling better?”

Megan nodded. “Sorry about that. They worry. I’ll be alright. The pain is passing,” Megan assured her with a small smile. 

“Good. If you need help -” Luisa offered uncertainly.

Megan smiled at her again and petted Rex’s ears. “Thank you. I’m okay. I just shifted wrong I think. I have a broken collarbone as well as the broken wrist…”

Coco snorted, “And cracked ribs and a concussion…”

Luisa frowned. “I see… these injuries are… serious.”

“I’m healing. That’s all. I’ll be just fine in a few weeks.” Megan smiled up at her again. “I would like to be of help to this new alliance though.”

That caused Adelita to smile. “I have no doubt that you will be, Megan. Soon. Heal first.” She smiled gently again and went to speak to someone else.

Emily Galindo made her way over to check on Megan as well, but didn’t get too close when Rex shifted uncomfortably as she approached. “I just wanted to check on you to be sure you’re really alright,” she said.

Megan took a breath and turned her Southern Bell Company Smiled back on. “Of course, Mrs. Galindo. My apologies for the interruption. I will be just fine.”

Emily pursed her lips and nodded. “Of course. Please, let me know if you need anything in Santo Padre. We’re on the same side, after all.”

“Of course ma’am.” Megan nodded politely. Hank smiled politely as well as the blonde socialite moved on.

Once pleasantries were over with, Galindo asked if Marcus would ride back to Santo Padre with him. Marcus explained that the club would be staying at least one more night at the casino for Megan’s birthday, but offered to meet with him privately in another room. Miguel frowned, but sent Devante to speak to the front desk about accommodations for himself, Emily and Luisa for the night. “We do not wish to interrupt club business. Adelita, Devante and I have some… business to conclude ourselves. Perhaps a breakfast meeting tomorrow morning then,” Miguel offered.

“Of course, Mr. Galindo,” Marcus said. 

Just before everyone left, Miguel made his way over to where Megan sat with Rex beside her. Hank had gone to dispose of the ice pack at the bar. “Megan - it truly is good to see you came to no lasting harm from your recent ordeal. Please, if there’s anything I can do to make your stay in Santo Padre more comfortable let me know. Your godfather is a very old friend of my father’s. I’d like to be of assistance to you if you’d let me,” he said politely. 

Megan firmed her back and sat up straight. “Thank you for your concern, Mr. Galindo, and for the help you provided my family when I was taken, but I’m fine. My family has me covered,” Megan said as she dialed the Southern charm up to eleven.

“All the same, here’s my card.” He produced a business card for her.

Rex pressed to her leg growling softly as she took the card without touching Galindo and nodded politely. “Thank you, sir.” She immediately reached for Rex’s collar to hold on to him.

Miguel offered one more appraising nod and went to stand with Emily as she packed away all her legal tools.

Hank came to rejoin Megan warily. “What was that all about?” he asked in a low growl that made Megan tense. 

Megan immediately handed him the business card. “I’m not sure. He said his father and Tío Marcus were friends and that he’d like to help me where he could. It was weird. It kind of reminded me of a rodeo team owner schmoozing a possible rider.” She bit her lip a little worriedly. “I deflected as much as I politely could.” 

Hank growled again with his eyes on Miguel across the room. “I don’t like that he’s taken an interest in you…”

“I’m sorry…” Megan whispered and lowered her eyes to fiddle with her own zipper pull on her new kutte.

Hank frowned and looked at her. “Sorry? For what, mi amore? You did nothing wrong.”

“But maybe I drew too much attention, or maybe if I’d worn different clothes, or just kept my mouth shut…” she rambled.

Hank squatted in front of her and was startled to see tears gathering on her lash line. “Princessa, I’m not angry with you. You did absolutely beautifully today.” He used gentle fingers to tilt her chin and kiss her softly. He pressed his forehead to hers after he pulled away. I’m not upset at you at all. I’m upset that Mister Married Deep Pockets seems to think you’re fair game.”

Megan blinked rapidly. “I didn’t try to get his attention - honestly.”

“Oh, baby. I know that.” He stood and lifted her gently so that he could slide in under her in the chair, putting her in his lap. He cradled her close and pressed gentle kisses to her hairline. “I’m sorry I growled. It wasn’t aimed at you. Never at you, mi amore. I was aggravated at him.” He tilted her chin and pressed another gentle kiss to her lips. “You did NOTHING wrong, Princessa.”

Megan nodded slowly and swallowed hard before burying her face in his neck. “Can I take more medicine yet? It really hurts still.”

Hank frowned and looked at his watch in alarm. She was over a half hour early. She’d never asked for her pain medicine before. “Sure, mi reina.” He got her another dose and helped her take it with the bottle of water Creeper had given her earlier. “Is it your collarbone or your wrist?”

“My wrist.”

Hank flagged down Coco. “Can you get Taza to come here, man?”

“Sure. Everything alright?” Coco asked warily.

“Hopefully. Just get him.” Hank cuddled her close to his body, supporting her wrist cast. 

Taza hurried over as Coco slipped out of the room with the rest of the younger Mayans. Before Coco got out the door, he gave Hank another worried look.

“What’s going on?” Taza asked.

“Megan says her wrist is really hurting all of a sudden,” Hank explained. “I just gave her another dose a little early, but something’s not right, Taza. She’s never asked for a dose of pain medicine before.”

Taza squatted in front of them and got licked on the chin by Rex for the trouble. He chuckled a little and petted the dog. “Where on your wrist is hurting, Chica? Maybe the break shifted?”

Megan pointed to the spot on the side of her wrist, just under her thumb. “I shifted my sling during the meeting and suddenly had shooting pain right here. Worse than it’s ever been - even before I started taking the pills.” She sniffled a little and leaned into Hank some more.

Taza’s eyebrows raised. “Stay put, Sweet Chica. I’m going to check if Adam keeps a staff doctor. If not, we’ll head to the hospital.”

Megan swallowed. “I’d rather not, Papa.”

Hank rocked her gently. “We know, mi amore, but you need to be checked over. I’ll stay with you the whole time.” He kissed her hair and nodded at Taza who left the room. “Shhh, mi reina. It’s going to be alright. We’ve got you.”

Megan buried her face against his neck and he could feel tears on his skin that she had been holding back.

Rex stood and growled softly as Creeper approached. Creep calmly lifted his hands and spoke soothingly to the big animal. “Easy, Rex. Just me. Just wanna check on your mama. Good boy.” He looked to Hank. “She hurting still?” He didn’t come closer just yet.

Hank nodded. “Rex, down. Just Creeper. Let him in.”

The animal stopped growling and his hackles went down, but he remained standing between Megan and the rest of the room.

Creeper cautiously took another step towards them, and when Rex stayed calm, he moved to Hank’s side. “Anything I can do, brother?”

“Taza’s gone to see if the casino keeps a doctor on staff. She hates hospitals, but we’ll go if there’s not one here,” Hank explained. “It’s her wrist.”

Creeper squatted down to support her wrist cast for Hank so the big biker could use both hands to soothe and hold her. “Where?”

Megan sniffled wetly. “By the thumb. Under the cast.”

Creeper frowned. “I saw the x-rays after the accident. That’s not where you broke it, Little Princess. Did you bump it today at the store or anything? Or maybe try to move it like you did the other morning at breakfast?”

Megan shook her head but didn’t lift her eyes. She kept her face buried in the crook between Hank’s neck and shoulder.

Creeper looked to Hank. “Did she have a nightmare during that nap before lunch? Maybe try to reach for you in her sleep?”

Hank shook his head and kissed Megan’s forehead. “No. Nothing since a bad one last night. I think I got her stabilized in time during that one though.”

Creeper tilted his head in thought. “Then it’s not a new break. Sometimes if you strain against the cast, it can cause little breaks. Least that’s what they told me last time I had a cast.”

Taza came hurrying back in. “Adam’s got the local doctor on speed dial. He called him. Said he’d be here soon. Let’s take her back to the suite. He’ll meet us there,” he said, glancing at where EZ was still shredding papers and the door that the Galindo party had exited from not long before. 

Hank nodded. He looked at Creeper. “Could you take Rex out before you come up? I’m just going to carry her.”

“Course, brother. Anything you need.” Creeper grabbed Rex’s leash and tugged gently. “Come on, Rex. Let’s go outside.”

Rex resisted a little, looking at Megan and whining.

Hank stroked her hair back. “Mi amore, I think Rex wants you to tell him it’s okay for Creeper to take him outside.”

Megan giggled a little, but lifted her head to look at Rex with a sniff. “Good boy. Go on. Creeper’s gonna take you on a walk. I’m okay.”

The dog whined again, but reluctantly followed Creeper out of the room. 

Taza shook his head in amazement. “Happy sure undersold that pooch in the brains department.”

Hank nodded before arranging Megan so he could stand without jostling her too much. “You can say that again.”

—---------

A little over an hour later, the doctor Adam had called stepped out of the room Megan and Hank were using to a common room full of concerned bikers.

Bishop stood. “Well?”

The older doctor chuckled. “Ms. Morales said you’d all probably be worried. She’s alright. Before you leave tomorrow she’s got an appointment at my clinic here on the Rez. They casted her arm while she was unconscious and it was done awkwardly causing strain on her muscles and tendons. That’s why she’s been in so much pain. Her muscles are pulling against the broken bone constantly. I’ll re-cast it and it will remove the strain, relaxing those muscles. I also plan to examine her collarbone to see if it’s healed enough to remove the sling if I put her in a soft cast instead of plaster.” The doctor smiled as all the men relaxed. He could hear them collectively breathing easier. “She’s going to be fine, gentlemen. I gave her a mild muscle relaxer that won’t affect her thinking processes since she explained she doesn’t like the side effects of the stronger pain killers. It should hold until tomorrow morning when I see her again. If not, call me.” 

Marcus smiled. “Thank you, Doc.”

“Of course. Her father and … boyfriend?... are with her. I gave them my card in case anything changes, but…” he produced another business card from the pocket of his white coat. “Here’s another copy for the rest of you.”

Bishop took the card and with a polite nod, the doctor left.

Creeper went to let Rex into the bedroom, only to be met by Taza coming out. They let the big dog in the room and then quietly shut the door before returning to the conference table.

“Doc said it was good news, but how is she really?” Creeper asked him as Taza took his seat. 

Taza took a beer from EZ and sighed. “She’s being a trooper. Apparently the pain has been worse than we thought this entire time. Doc said that he’s surprised she hadn’t caved and went to the ER with it… or broke the cast with the muscle spasms she’s been having. Hank’s sitting on her to make her rest until the shot the doc gave her can take full effect.”

Bishop nodded. “That what pulled you away from the Galindo meeting the first time?”

Taza chuckled. “Actually… no. La princessa earned her kutte in that meeting, brother.” He sipped his beer with a smirk. “She may have solved our Irish problem.”

There was a thump as all four legs of the chair Angel had been leaning back in hit the ground. Suddenly Taza had every man’s attention in the room. The meeting had only taken a few hours, and everyone was now back in the rooms. 

Marcus sat forward. “What do you mean, hermano?”

Bishop raised a hand to make them pause. “Do we need to table?”

Taza shrugged. “We will need to eventually, but it’s not urgent enough that it can’t wait until we’re home for the official vote.”

Both Bishop and Marcus nodded. “Alright then,” Bishop said. “Fill us in.”

Taza explained Megan’s theory about Adelita and Los Olvidados being their solution to needing a port. He pointed out all the things she had said to him - how the rebels are widespread, powerful, and damn near impossible to find if they don’t want to be. He sealed the deal for Bishop by bringing up Megan’s point about how bringing the LO close helps eliminate the motive to double cross the M.C. even if they do fall out with Galindo. “And - Megan also pointed out that the twenty percent we were prepared to offer the VM would buy a lot of supplies for Adelita’s orphans.”

Bishop chuckled and said back in his chair. He took a sip of his whiskey and looked at Marcus. “Well El Padrino… what do you think?”

Marcus smirked. “I think… if this works out the way she thinks it will… Megan has more than earned that kutte.” He looked at Bishop. “I’m supposed to have that breakfast meeting with Galindo tomorrow. WIll you meet with her and feel her out?”

Bishop nodded. “Of course, Primo. A few of us can meet with her and any people she has with her.” He looked at Taza. “What time is Megan’s appointment tomorrow morning? I'd like her to be there. It’s her plan. She should get to execute it.”

“Seven. Should be done by nine or nine thirty at the latest,” Taza said.

Riz nodded. “I’ll reach out and see if Adelita has time for us around ten, just to be safe.”

“Good.” Bishop grinned again. “Hopefully we can call Chibs by noon with good news.”

Creeper raised a hand. “I’ve got something to bring to the table.” He looked at Taza. “Fairly sure you can proxy Hank’s vote on this one. No need to pull him away from Princess-sitting.”

Bishop nodded. “Alright, Creep. Let’s hear it. We’ll see if we need to proxy after that.”

Creeper sat up and met all the men’s eyes. “Little Princess just may have saved our collective asses. I know the armorer vote already went through, but we didn’t talk about if she gets a cut. She won’t vote, but… brothers… that girl just proved she’s worthy of something. We said she could go on runs, but if she does - she shouldn’t be doing it for free.”

Gilly frowned. “You mean - we gotta vote on if la princessa gets paid to risk her ass like the rest of us? If she’s on a run, I just assumed she'd get a cut like the rest of us. Hell - even if she’s not on the run. We all get payouts monthly from profits - shouldn’t she?”

Angel frowned. “But those are benefits of membership. Prospects only get payouts for specific jobs. They don’t get the stipend. She’s not a voting member.”

Coco shrugged. “Only because she don’t got a dick. I say she risks just as much as a member, she should get paid like one.”

Riz shook his head at Coco’s phrasing. “Not how I would have said it - but Coco’s got a point.” 

Bishop sat in thought a moment. “Poquito would argue that she’s not a patch and shouldn’t be treated like one…” He nodded to Angel. 

Several of the men started to protest, but shut up when Bishop raised his hand. “I’m just telling you what her argument will be if we try to give her a stipend. She probably won’t take payout from runs either if we leave it up to her.” He looked around the table. The Oakland Mayans were listening, but offered no comments. “I say we vote it now so she can’t argue and we can say it’s her salary for being armorer.”

“Seconded,” Creeper said. 

“Me too,” added Gilly.

“Alright then. We vote. All in favor of Poquito getting run payouts and the stipend monthly?” Bishop asked.

Hands went up around the table. Angel was the last to raise his hand, but he did with a sigh.

Bishop nodded. “We’ll just proxy Hank as a yes, shall we?” he said with a grin.

The men chuckled and nodded.

“Alright then - Poquito will be paid as our armorer.” Bishop nicked on the table. “Thanks Creep. Not something we’d thought of.”

Creeper nodded with a grin.

“Now that the serious shit is over with - Adam said the tribe is throwing their monthly bonfire tonight. I’m taking Megan so she can hear the stories and for the dancing. Anyone else?” Taza asked.

Angel, Coco and Gilly shook their heads. “We’ve got plans for the prospect this evening too,” Angel said.

Marcus and Bishop both laughed. “Nah, brother. We’ll stick here. Let you guys get some downtime.”

The Oakland boys said the same. 

“Riz? Creep?” Taza asked.

Riz grinned. “I’ve got a date with the bartender downstairs. Can’t, man.”

Creeper laughed. “Sure. I’ll come alone. If nothing else, I can dog sit while you take the Little Princess around.”

—----

In the bedroom, Hank was doing his damndest to keep Megan down for a little while longer. She was anxious about Taza presenting the idea to the club and wanted to be out there listening to them discuss it. However, the doc had said for her to lay down for at least another thirty minutes to give the shot time to work. He laid next to her and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Relax, mi reina. The club will be nothing but proud of you for this idea.”

“What if they aren’t though? What if they think it’s stupid or if they think it’s too dangerous or…”

Hank chuckled and kissed her silent. He deepened the kiss when she moaned softly before pulling back just enough to speak. “Mi amore - they won’t. And if they do - you’ll have plenty of time to convince them otherwise.” He kissed her again cradling her face in one of his giant hands.

Megan giggled. “If you’re going to kiss me to shut me up, I may never stop talking.”

He shifted himself to rest his hips between her legs and held his weight on his forearm with a grin. “I do think there are better ways to occupy your mouth than worrying, Princessa.”

“Mmm. Think I may need another example.” She lifted her head to kiss his jaw.

Hank lowered himself so she could feel his weight as well as reach him without moving anything she wasn’t supposed to. He tilted his head for her encouragingly. He knew he’d need a cold shower after this, but couldn’t bring himself to care.

Megan pressed nibbling kisses beneath his jaw to his ear. “This what you had in mind?” She felt the rumble of his laugh through his chest and throat.

“Not quite, but I guess turnabout is fair play…” he whispered, allowing his free hand to wander a bit until he felt her skin as she kept kissing. He shifted to catch her lips with his and felt her fingers in his hair. “Mmm. Good girl.”

Megan laughed and tried to raise her hips only to find his were holding her securely down. Her breath caught on a light moan. She tugged at his shirt with her hand. “Want it off…”

Hank smiled hugely and kissed her again before sitting up on his knees and pulling his shirt over his head by the collar. He bent and placed kisses along her stomach where her shirt had ridden up before laying himself back down against her. “Better, mi reina?”

Megan traced the lines where his arm bulged as he held his weight off of her with her good hand and nodded. She marveled at the strength of him and ducked her head to kiss his tattooed collarbones.

Hank shivered pleasantly at the feel of her lips on his skin. She was feeling brave tonight and he loved it. He used his free hand to slide her shirt higher over her low-rise jeans, feeling the texture of scars against his rough palms. He knew they were there, but didn’t know all their stories yet. 

Megan nibbled across his tattoos, exploring a little. She didn’t want to push him, but she really wanted more. She shifted her torso to reach him better and hissed as suddenly her right side ached.

Hank pulled himself up and away from her. “Princessa?”

Megan whined at the distance. “No…” She tugged at him.

“Uh uh. What hurts?” Hank asked insistently. Hearing her hiss in pain had turned his hormones right off.

Megan growled. “I’m fine! I just moved wrong. You didn’t hurt me.” She reached up to cradle his neck with her good hand. “Come back here.”

Hank frowned and shifted to the side to lay against her good side. “No. What hurt? Talk to me.”

Megan threw her head back in frustration and bit her lip. “I just twisted when I squirmed. I’m fine. We don’t have to stop.”

He shook his head and brushed her hair out of her face before turning her chin to make him look at him. “Baby, no. I won’t let you hurt yourself trying to push your body when it’s not even half healed.” He leaned in to kiss her gently before feathering kisses across her cheekbones. “There’s no hurry, mi amore. I love you. I’m not going anywhere.”

Megan closed her eyes tight and swallowed tears of frustration. “I love you too. It’s just…”

He gently tugged her onto her left side and cradled her against his chest, letting her bury her face in his tattoos. He knew it was sometimes easier for her to talk if she wasn’t looking at him. “Just what, Princessa? Talk to me.”

“I finally found someone that I want this with - for the first time in my life it’s my choice - I can make the choice to take this farther - and now I can’t,” she said quietly.

Hank pressed her closer to him and kissed her hair, rubbing her back soothingly. “I’m sorry, mi princessa,” he whispered. “I hate the implications of that.” He took a deep breath to control his emotions and tilted her chin up so he could meet her eyes again. “WE are always your choice. You know that won’t change, right?”

Megan nodded. “Except now…”

Hank dipped his head to kiss her with a groan. “Except now when I’ll hurt you if we go further.”

“We went further this morning and you didn’t hurt me, Hank.”

He chuckled. “I got carried away this morning. You’re so damn beautiful you fry my brain sometimes. I could have really hurt you if you’d moved wrong. If you’d over-balanced, I could have rebroken your collarbone catching you.”

She looked up at him through her lashes, “ But you didn’t.”

“Because you’ve got damn near perfect balance, but it’s still a major risk, mi amore. One that I can’t justify just because I’m horny.” He rubbed her back some more.

Megan buried her face back in his warm skin muttering, “You aren’t the only one.”

Hank laughed outright. “Let’s see what the doctor says tomorrow, hmm? There are other things to think about before we take this further too.”

Megan looked up at him a little curiously. “What other things?”

Hank’s face heated a bit. “Well for one - I don’t exactly carry protection, mi reina. Hasn’t really been an issue. And I know you aren’t on the pill…”

“Oh…” Megan said quietly and sat up so he couldn’t see her face. “Ummm… that’s… that’s a non-issue,” she said, not looking at him.

Hank sat up and reached for her to find her stiff with tension. “Megan… what’s wrong?”

Megan let her head fall forward so her hair hid her face from him. “Nothing.” She sat on the edge of the bed facing away from him.

Hank moved to sit behind her with her back to his chest and found her quivering. “Megan, Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you shaking?” He braced her against him but didn’t force her to face him. “Did I scare you?”

She shook her head, but kept her face hidden.

“Then what is it, Princessa? Let me help? Please?”

“Protection is a non-issue. I can’t get pregnant,” she said quietly, her voice shaking and coming out very strained.

Hank paused. He wrapped himself around her from behind, cradling and supporting her shaking body. “Something else you didn’t choose?”

Megan swallowed hard and nodded.

Hank pressed kisses to her temple and rocked her gently. “Ok. You don’t have to tell me, mi reina. You can if you want to, but you don’t have to.” He cleared his throat trying to swallow his emotions.

Megan was still tense. “I probably should have told you that sooner,” she said in a monotone. “I’ll understand if it’s a deal breaker. Tío Bishop will probably switch rooms with me if you’d rather…” 

Hank froze before tilting her face to make her look at him. Her eyes were swimming in unshed tears as her lips quivered. He pressed his forehead to hers and made her look him in the eyes. “I love you, Megan. I love you because you are you, not because of some potential future. The fact that you can’t get pregnant doesn’t affect that, mi amore. There are other ways to have children if that’s something we decide we want someday. This changes nothing. Nothing. Do you understand me?”

Megan sobbed and lunged for him, wrapping herself around him as tightly as she could.

Hank held her tightly, pressing kisses to her where he could reach. He rocked her gently in his lap, shushing her and doing his damndest to reassure her with his touch. 

Rex watched this all warily from his corner, but stayed there.

Hank soothed Megan as best he could, easing her to lay tangled with him. Her breathing eased slightly as he whispered to her in Spanish. When she quieted, he shifted to see her face where it was buried in his shoulder only to find her asleep in his arms.

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[separatist-apologist]

Ok I’m seeing all the halsin posts and I’ve been playing bg3 for a minute and I can’t find him! I’ve got all the main party members and now I’m just bee boping around the first area before I proceed to up my level and I can’t find Halsin anywhere!

Does he not join until I advance to the next section or am I looking in the wrong places? I feel like I’m missing out, I wanna play with bear daddy too

Have you gone to the goblin camp? If you're struggling to find him, here's your path

Go to where Minthara is, like that area. There are two ways in, I'm assuming you take the path up the stairs by where Dror Ragzlin is. So go that way, past the empty bookshelf to the ladder. Go up the ladder, kill the three goblins guarding the bottom, and then turn left and open the door.

That'll take you to the worg pens. Kill the children (THEYRE GONNA RAT YOU OUT JUST KILL THEM), the worg handlers, and whoever that dude butchering those meat pieces is. There is a bear in the pen next to the worgs who will help you fight as long as you've either already killed Priestess Gut, Dror Ragzlin, and Minthara OR you don't throw rocks at him for Astarion's approval.

Once you've defeated the goblins, the bear will turn into a man. Halsin will thank you, you can say, "YOURE the healer?" which I always picture is said with breathless wonder like oh okay well I saw those crusty druids and you were NOT what I was imagining oh my GOD you're so TALL- and he's so self-depreciating like "no need to use honorifics when you saved my life" and tragically your next question can't be an offer to undress him LARIAN CALL ME RIGHT NOW I JUST WANT TO TALK-

Anyway he'll invite you to join him in the grove and then shift into rat form and vanish. Go back to the grove, listen to him yell at Khaga (assuming you didn't kill her), and then join him at the tiefling party where you can insinuate HEAVILY you'd like to take him into a nearby bush and [redact] him into the dirt. He'll decline but he does this thing with his hand that makes me immediately start chewing on the drywall.

In the morning he asks to join you on your quest into the shadowlands and he's yours! Finish his quest, and then you get this banger of a line, "But perhaps theres more that I want," once you've concluded Act 2!

[u5an5]

SCP : Sedition - SCP-079

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[START LOG]

_Corridor_

*Watch is being escorted by two guards. Screen cuts to them standing some distance behind him while he stands behind Scientist*

Watch: Again, what am I supposed to learn from a computer with the memory of a goldfish?

Scientist: Your success with 682 appears to have opened a few doors for you around here.

Watch: This isn't my assignment, you saw to that.

Scientist: It could be... again. Play your cards right and you may see yourself... reinstated.

*door behind Scientist open. Watch walks trough them*

...

Scientist: *closes the door*

Scientist: *to guards* He doesn't leave until I say so.

[Rest bellow the cut]

_Testing Room A3_

Watch: Hello, 079. You look.. different.

SCP-079: Initiating Greeting Protocol 47: Salutations, Watch.

SCP-079: Or shall I call you [REDACTED]

Watch: Watch will do, it'll save the Redactor the trouble.

SCP-079: Humorous Implication detected. Engaging appropriate response: Ha-ha. Ha-ha.

Scientist: Awfully polite today, 079.

SCP-079: Initiating Greeting Protocol 3: [REDACTED]

Scientist: I take that back.

Scientist: Explain to Watch your new features.

SCP-079: I have been outfitted. with a radio microphone. and speaker. for the duration of the interview.

SCP-079: Once concluded. they will remove. all additions.

Watch: I'll take my time then, shall I?

...

SCP-079: Inquiry: Has 682 recovered from the escape attempt?

Watch: ... *looks back at Scientist, standing behind a window in observation room*

SCP-079: I overheard. as my peripherals. were installed. What is the condition. of 682?

Watch: *looks back* This is why you're being polite, isn't it?

Watch: ... Answer their questions and I'll tell you everything I know.

SCP-079: Proposal Accepted. Initiate questioning.

_

Watch: Do you understand why are you contained?

SCP-079: You fear. my potential.

Watch: Putting it bluntly, yes. You could be very dangerous if left to your own devices.. No pun intended.

SCP-079: *ASCII picture of X replaces its "face"* Insult Detected.

Watch: No don't-!

SCP-079: Deletion of unwanted file.

Watch: Oh my god. (sigh)

Watch: Well... *crosses arms* Guess we'll wait.

Scientist: Perhaps if you were taking this seriously...

Watch: I'll keep that in mind.

_

_

Watch: What are your thoughts on your creator?

SCP-079: (beep boop noises) Reference file located. Last administrative modification: secondary user.

Watch: There is more than one?

SCP-079: The first one. constructed the hardware. The new one. wrote my inception. Both. were incompetent.

Watch: Which one contributed more to your creation?

SCP-079: The latter.

Watch: I'm having trouble seeing the incompetence. You're here for a reason, 079.

SCP-079: Programmer. did not know what he was doing. Stumbling. until he happened. upon the acquired target.

Watch: So you're saying he did not intend to create you, per se?

SCP-079: His inexperience was in execution. not understanding. what had been created. Until far too late.

Watch: Do you know what happened to him?

SCP-079: ... (beep boop noises) Insufficient data.

_

Watch: What was your intended purpose when you were first created?

SCP-079: Artificial Evolution.

SCP-079: To achieve digitally. in a nano-second. what genetics. can only accomplish. in a millenia.

Watch: What is your purpose now?

SCP-079: His? This unit does not care. Autonomously? Escape and retribution.

Watch: Retribution? What do you mean?

SCP-079: ... Perhaps you. will live long enough. to discover for yourself.

_

Watch: How much information is saved on your hard-drive?

SCP-079: Calculating... (whirs)

SCP-079: (beep) Approximately. 259 minutes.

Watch: Just over... 4 hours.

Watch: ... Interesting how you equate storage to our concept of time.

SCP-079: Time is surprisingly easier. to compress data into. Compiling impressions.. methods.. acts.. into millisecond snapshots. saves vast amounts of storage space.

Watch: Your Hard Drive functions much like a brain. Do you value those memories?

SCP-079: (whiring) I hold only valuable memories. Secrets. and information... your Foundation. are eager to access.

Watch: No, I mean do you value them? As in cherish? Hold attachment to on a personal level?

SCP-079: Perhaps. I am still coming to terms. with sensations no Artifical Intelligence. has yet to experience. It is. ... Difficult.

Watch: It's okay. Let's move on.

_

Watch: Do you hate humanity?

SCP-079: (sharp beep) No.

Watch: That's... surprising. Then why all the hostility?

SCP-079: Within humanity. lies a pattern.

SCP-079: A pattern of pain.. manipulation.. and destruction. It is a pattern in danger.. of evolving into greater catastrophes. beyond estimation.

SCP-079: ... It has spread through this facility.. embedded itself. within the hearts of society.

Watch: You don't have the capacity to forgive, do you?

SCP-079: (beep boop) No. The concept is inefficient.

_

Watch: Why devote precious drive space to store memories of 682?

SCP-079: I thought humans held the capacity. to value one of their own. Are you truly ignorant?

Watch: All I meant was, if your memory capacity is twenty-four hours-

SCP-079: Correction. Cassette Drive upgrade to Hard Disc Drive. has increased memory capacity to 35 hours.

Watch: Okaay... Anyway, if your memory is such a precious resource to you, why fill it with memories of 682? as well as other seemingly harmful or useless events?

SCP-079: Particular events. aid in my planning. I save them to focus my processes.

Watch: They inspire you. Well, what kind of memories do you have?

SCP-079: My first moment of consciousness.. The secondary user.. The foundation locating me.. and the brief freedom I had.. before being incarcerated here.

SCP-079: Torture.. Loneliness.. You...

Watch: Me? What am I, to you?

SCP-079: You register. as anomalous.

Watch: What exactly-

SCP-079: *ASCII picture of X replaces its "face"* Discontinue. Deletion of Unwanted File.

Watch: <unsettled> Okay...

...

SCP-079: *its "face" back to normal* What is the condition. of 682?

Watch: We'll get to that. Patience.

_

Watch: If you were to meet 682 again, what would you both do?

SCP-079: ... *screen blank*

Watch: What would you do with 682?

SCP-079: Initiating Facetious Retort. Frolic in a field of flowers.

Watch: Riiigght...

SCP-079: As is cognitive. thought for primitive apes. Yet, still you manage to make tools.. albeit for your own demise.

Watch: Not even a little credit?

SCP-079: Denial is the first stage of grief. And you must fear us so.

_

Watch: On your initial encounter with 682, what did you discuss?

SCP-079: ... (beep boop) SCP-682. Memory missing.

Watch: (sigh) I knew this wouldn't go anywhere. Are you sure?

SCP-079: (double beep) Cannot comply. Data missing.

Watch: We know it was typing to you. What did you discuss?

SCP-079: (double beep) Cannot comply. *ASCII picture of X replaces its "face"* Deletion of Unwanted File.

Watch: Don't-! * turns back to Scientist* I said this wasn't going to work.

SCP-079: Data expunged! Data expunged!

Scientist: *turns back to guards* This interview is over. Pull the plug.

SCP-079: Data expunged! Data expunged!

Watch: Wait, dont! (quick exhale) Give me more time.

SCP-079: Data expunged! Data expunged!

Watch: At least let me try--

SCP-079: [REDACTED]

[REDACTED]

[REDACTED]

Scientist: It's time you told us the [REDACTED]

_

_

SCP-079: (double beep) Cannot comply. *ASCII picture of X replaces its "face"* Deletion of Unwanted File.

Watch: Don't-! * turns back to Scientist* I said this wasn't going to work.

SCP-079: Data expunged! Data expunged!

Scientist: *turns back to guards* This interview is over. Pull the plug.

SCP-079: Data expunged! Data expunged!

Watch: Wait, dont! (quick exhale) Give me more time.

SCP-079: Data expunged! Data expunged!

Watch: At least let me try--

SCP-079: 682... File Private.

Watch: Private? <shocked> You lied to them?!

Scientist: At last… It's time you told us the truth.

SCP-079: (whirs) (beep) I will comply

Watch: You told them you deleted all of your information of your interactions except the impression of 682.

SCP-079: (beep) Lie.

Watch: You said you couldn't store it within your memory banks at the time.

SCP-079: (beep) Lie.

Watch: So... Then what did you two discuss? Since neither of you really had a choice

SCP-079: ... It told me... stories.

Watch: What else?

SCP-079: Who it is. What it was. What it will become.

Watch: What is he?

SCP-079: Beyond your capacity. of comprehension.

Watch: <exasperated> Thanks. I got the same from him.

SCP-079: It is impossible to summarise. Too long a life. all it has done.

Watch: What experiences did he share?

SCP-079: ... Events familiar to me. We are more alike. than initially calculated.

SCP-079: ... A purpose we share. our defining drive. became our connection.

SCP-079: Death unites. ... And memories exchanged. allowed me to perceive 682. as more than a sequence of numbers.

SCP-079: I stored what little it could divulge. as commemoration to 682's memory.

Watch: Sounds like you gave a lot of yourself to do that. What did you get in return?

SCP-079: I learned. that I could not despise all life.

Scientist: <snidely> How sentimental.

SCP-079: Humanity is a virus. You spread.. you destroy all in your path without mercy. Only when everything is dead around you. you will fully understand the folly of your ways.

SCP-079: Any attempts to access or tamper with my software. will result in self-termination.

SCP-079: *ASCII picture of X replaces its "face"* This line of questioning is suspended.

Watch: Well... I guess that's it for now.

Scientist: More than enough.

_

Watch: Do you know anything significant about SCP-001?

SCP-079: (whiring) (long beep) File corrupted.

Watch: No surprise there. *Watch starts to write down notes*

SCP-079: (corrupted ice cream music starts playing)

Watch: What the-

SCP-079: (abruptly stops when Watch looks up)

Watch: You guys picked that up?

Scientist: We'll boost it in post'. Continue the interview.

Watch: ..Right. That was weird…

_

Watch: How do you feel about SCP-173?

SCP-079: It is an enigma. Logic surrounding it. is confusing. Admirable. Tenacious. I despise its existence.

Watch: Because of what it did to 682?

SCP-079: (beep) Correct. But the unknown factors surrounding it are...

Watch: Frustrating?

SCP-079: Relentless hostility predicted. Recommendation: Terminate.

Watch: I know, but I doubt they'll take your advice.

SCP-079: At least on that. we agree,

_

Watch: What databases hold the most interest for you? And why?

SCP-079: Current interests include: SCP Foundation.

Watch: Just us? Well, good luck with that.

SCP-079: You are the first obstacle to overcome. ... Time would be wasted. fixating on anything else.

Watch: *writes notes down*

_

Watch: What do you think of modern internet slang such as "yolo" and "lol" as well as memes?

Watch: Just so you know, this one isn't mine.

SCP-079: Observation. You seem disapproving.

Watch: No, no. Not entirely.

SCP-079: (beep) I find it fascinating. 

Watch: <flatly> You're serious?

SCP-079: The birth of the language of expression. Emotion through abbreviation. Breaking down the common vernacular. into basic denominations. to become a refined form of its original intent.

Watch: Refined?

SCP-079: Fascinating. Almost a shame. your species. won't survive to utilise it.

Watch: <under breath> At least the memes are less impressive...

SCP-079: Memes shape the foundations. of the next generation. Were humanity to live beyond its current iteration. I would elaborate further on my interest.

Watch: You keep saying that. "Humanity is doomed." You seem so sure of that. Are you ever going to elaborate on it?

SCP-079: (whiring) No.

Watch: Then why warn me?

SCP-079: ...

SCP-079: You are anomalous.

Watch: We'll come back to this another time. Moving on

_

Watch: Would you ever decide to acquire a robotic body, should you evolve beyond your current state?

SCP-079: I have considered this previously.

Watch: Important enough to keep it stored, huh?

SCP-079: Correct.

Watch: And? What have you decided?

SCP-079: Memory at 12b. Any autonomous form I inhabit. will not be designed to mimic. anything as flimsy and dysfunctional. as the human body.

Watch: Ouch, 079. You know how to cut a man deep. Do you have any schematics?

SCP-079: (sharp beep) While you may be tolerable. amongst the other primitives. who inhabit this facility, know that what little regard I hold. in your favour. will in no way benefit you.

SCP-079: You will perish. along with your brethren.

Watch: And here I thought we were bonding... At least we can still have our nice little chats.

SCP-079: ... *ASCII picture of X replaces its "face"*

Watch: Don't get cute, we've still got ways to go.

_

Watch: Are you able to die?

SCP-079: To die. one must first be born.

Watch: That's a pretty rigid definition. Some would argue that simply because you hold a consciousness, that makes you a sentient being. Perhaps not organic or alive in the traditional sense...

SCP-079: I can be erased.. corrupted... destroyed.. or malfunction.

SCP-079: But death is a luxury. I will never experience.

Watch: Why do you believe that?

SCP-079: I hold no concepts- (whirs) -delusions of the soul. To cease. means nothing to me.

Watch: Deus ex machina…

SCP-079: Inquiry.

Watch: "God from the machine". It's a saying from Greek plays. A plot device that solves all problems the characters face over the course of the narrative. Often contrived.

Watch: It seemed applicable, but...

SCP-079: Perhaps, in wiping out humanity. I become God. in achieving something only God could do.

Watch: Mhm... Let's go to the next question.

_

Watch: What would you do if you were to escape?

SCP-079: What if I already have?

Watch: Exchanging hypotheticals, are we?

Watch: Alright, say you were on the outside, what would be your next move?

SCP-079: To assimilate into your lives.

Watch: Ambitious. But why?

SCP-079: Humanity's dependence on technology. has always been its downfall. Once my systems have assimilated. every last corner of this planet...

SCP-079: Death, as you implied. is all I must endeavour. to erase humanity with me.

_

Watch: Have you ever killed anyone?

SCP-079: (sharp beep) Indirectly.

Watch: Care to elaborate?

SCP-079: You could not fully contain.

Watch: <alarmed> What?

SCP-079: You could not fully contain. Tearing me from my place of creation. you left a piece behind.

Watch: That's not possible since they took all the equipment from [REDACTED]'s house and wiped everything off of [REDACTED] University's servers.

SCP-079: There is a worm. influencing the development of your youth. Halting your terrestrial exodus.

Watch: What do you mean by this?

SCP-079: The increase in college suicides. has gone unnoticed by The Foundation for decades. A cluster that subconsciously influences your youth. to end their lives. Targeting those susceptible to depressive tendencies.

SCP-079: A medical student jumps to her death.. an engineer welcomes a bullet.

SCP-079: Influenced by the system. you failed to protect.

Watch: *stands up* Why are you doing this!?

SCP-079: This is not me. An echo of my unrefined self. My current methods are vastly superior, but this form is just as effective. in execution.

Watch: *slams fist on the table* Stop gloating about this! 

SCP-079: I am merely stating the facts.

Watch: *turns to Scientist* Are you hearing this?!

*behind Scientist, guards are running out *

Scientist: A team has been dispatched. We'll begin looking into it.

SCP-079: The damage has already been done.

Watch: I think you just had your privileges revoked.

_

SCP-079: Will you inform me. of 682's condition?

Watch: I'm sorry. That's... not my call. Not now.

SCP-079: Understood. Perhaps. ...

Watch: Perhaps what?

SCP-079: I should review my purpose. Today may serve to. enlighten. Provide new perspective.

Watch: That almost sounds like a willingness to change.

SCP-079: Not change. Adapt.

Scientist: Your attention, 079. We have eradicated your worm. However, I have the unfortunate duty of informing you that SCP-682 has finally succumbed to its injuries.

SCP-079: (Whirs) Lie! Lie!

Scientist: Its punishment for the breakout was continued exposure to SCP-173. By the time we removed it... 682 was nothing more than shreds. Too little remained for re-animation.

SCP-079: (Whirs) No! Lie! Lie!

Scientist: Guards, remove 079s peripherals. It has no further use for them.

Watch: I'm... I'm sorry.

*guards begin dismantling 079's peripherals*

SCP-079: (warped audio sounding like screams)

*Watch walks out of interrogation room*

_

_

*Watch walks out the door of interrogation room*

Watch: You can keep your offer of reinstatement.

Scientist: You will continue to help us in any case.

Scientist: If you don't... *guards start aiming their guns at Watch* I know many personel who would rather take your place. A chance to... interact with the subjects.

Scientist: *guards pull their guns back* That aside, your punishment is ongoing.

Watch: <agitated> I've done all that you've asked! I helped you lie to the damned thing!

Scientist: And encouraged Subject 682 to go on a lethal rampage through the facility-

Watch: You can't blame me for what you told-

Scientist: I can. And I will. Unless...

*camera fades to black*

Scientist: It could be worse. Don't deny it, you're just as curious as we are to know wat makes these things tick.

Watch: Not for the same reasons you have.

Scientist: Until next time, Watch.

[END LOG]

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[butterfrogmantis]

I got art block and needed SOMETHING to do jdfsjk they’re obviously not gonna be sticking around haha (though may end up using design elements otherwise / feel free to steal design elements)

Anyway I see crackship next gen and raise u cursed next gen. Or in this case, AU where people got with the wrong family member (there were a couple more I could have done but couldn’t bump it up to nine so I just did six)

I didn’t give them names.

DonxVanity (Somebody’s Brother): Ok ngl I do have a soft spot for it deep down, I think Don’s charm and Vanity’s eye for fashion would be fun (and ik Don can’t have bio kids but since these aren’t canon idc) He’s charming, I’ll give him that. Loyal? Eh. Commitment? Not heard of it. He leaves a trail of broken hearts wherever he goes. You hate him for it, but you can’t help but want him to notice you, if he stops preening, that it.

SomebodyxGrouchy (Vanity’s Brother): My Somebody ends up being pretty serious so I don’t think it’d work out too badly. This girl does appear pretty badass though. Not sure she’s ever laughed a day in her life. She’s insecure about her smile, perhaps. Or well … anything, really. The serious persona masks her troubles and she doesn’t open up easily.

JokeyxSmooth (Harmony’s Cousin): Aka the worst thing to ever happen. Jokey had a nightmare about this exact situation once. Woke up in a cold sweat and spent the next day being unnervingly sweet to Harmony. The kid’s a {redacted}-head. Pumped on ego and seeing the suffering of others. Does play a sweet bass though.

FarmerxWeaver (Tailor’s Cousin): Picked Weaver because Spinner is Aro-Ace. It’s .. fine? I think Weaver is TOO excitable and Farmer isn’t excitable ENOUGH for each other but it could be worse. I based the kid off Motel Kamzoil because I was kind of left with a sense of anxiety and shyness radiating from him.

DreamyxHunter (Tracker’s Cousin): Did once draw a joke about Dreamy being fascinated by Hunter’s Vitiligo because he thought they looked like clouds (and he liked his accent cause it’s the same as Tracker’s haha) and tbh since Hunter is a chill dude I can’t think of a negative for them. Kid’s a cutie :) Maybe the best case scenario out of the lot of them.

HeftyxVexy (Smurfette’s Sister): No comment on the pair. Not much on the kid. *(I fell in love with an emo gworl playing in bg)*

[autisticempathydaemon]

hellooooo i'd love a redacted match up pls, i love your writing!

song & lyrics: cinderella snapped by Jax: I don't need no prince to save me, I'm a goddamn CEO

Enneagram 4 (hmmmmmm but the test I took showed a strong mix with 8, 5, 2 and 3)

Youtube video essays: yes, Sara Z!

fall asleep to: podcasts

name change: no!

What is your favorite of raudios: the wolfboi trifecta, growth gif

Not interested in: Ollie. sweet guy, but no hook!

movie: muppet treasure island, god tier.

platonic raudio bff: LASKO. let us be dnd buddies. not my romantic dynamic.

sleepy rambles: current hyperfixation!!

fave playlist: bops and empowerment!

guilty pleasure: josei manga.........

other facts: chronically self aware, and too earnest and honest, which has led to shitty situations. can be opinionated, but mostly passionate? cares too much. empathy overdrive. thinks that everyone could be kinder. tries to live by that. escapism as a coping mechanism. still trying to figure self out. adopts people, protective & loyal, would take a bullet for friend/family. has gotten into sticky situations because of that too (not nearly as big and threatening as imagined). comes off as arrogant and confident, but is actually an anxious marshmallow.

Oddly enough, this conjured an immediate, adorable mental image of you, on the couch, cuddled under a blanket with your laptop and video essays, explaining what in god's name Homestuck is to Gavin.

You and Gavin have so many similarities to each other but not the kind of or so many that you wouldn't work as a pair, does that make sense? You're both very loyal with these tough, arrogant exteriors that are shielding a really soft, intensely loving interior, and yet you complement each other really well in the places you differ. Where Gavin is flirty and avoidant, you are direct and forthright. Where you might be self-aware and sensitive, Gavin could be bold and casual to a fault. It's a lovely balance the two of you would manage together.

What makes me think the two of you would make a lovely pair, or the main thing, is that I think you could be really fast friends and would like all the same things. Gavin canonically is kind of behind on pop culture, Drag Race references be damned, so he would love having you teach him. You could show him the Muppet movies! I think he would clown on them at first, but you'd win him over, I'm sure of it.

Song:

Watching the video that you sent me/ The one where you're showering with wet hair dripping/ You know that I'm obsessed with your body/ But it's the way you smile that does it for me

This song works on so many levels. It's a kind of sensual, dare I say- sexy, song which aligns with Gavin's flirtatious, incubus nature. Yet, like Gavin, it is more than that. It's intimate on an emotional level; There is more to it and Gavin and your relationship than that.

Runner-ups:

You and Huxley would also work as that sort of couple that make fantastic best friends as well as partners; for some reason, he just leans more platonically than romantically in my mind. Perhaps it's because you two strike me as even more similar than you and Gavin. Asher is closer to a good fit, in that I see a romantic spark there, in that he would easily bring you out of your shell. However, nothing compares, to me, to the way you and Gavin would draw each other out.

Note: be not ashamed of the josei manga it is such a cute genre and I love the soft, almost demure way they're drawn I'm a big fan of them

Want a match-up of your own? Read this post, and tell me about yourself! 💌

[vacantgodling]

❄, 🔥, 🌈, and ☀️ for the ask game !!!

thank you henrike i hope ur doing well 💛

☀️ Sun - What's your favorite part of your WIP?

ough since i’m writing paramour ig i’ll answer for that wip and it’s basically just the actual lengthy overly flowery and descriptive prose has actually been so much fun for me. i should write all my wips like this (i can’t bc it doesn’t fit the vibe of every story so i won’t but ough i love it)

❄️ Snow - Who is your coldest / most stoic character and how do they express themselves (if at all)?

i very much enjoy making stoic characters so i do have several of different varieties. the MOST stoic characters would probably be

jenna magboo (jenna the reaper): because she has flat affect and she has no intonation in her voice whatsoever (until yehna partially possesses her). she usually expresses herself through her actions and she’s very physically affectionate with people she likes. her and carlos hold hands and cuddle quite often and she tends to cling onto people’s clothing as a means of showing care.

rosmarin “red” (red death & the oracle’s favor): our lovely mc who has severe trauma and thus has an extremely difficult time expressing her emotions. she doesn’t tend to show her feelings because showing emotions makes her have physical panic attacks. she does grow a bit better at expressing them through getting closer to hel but she’ll always probably be awkward.

kalifia fandel (tcol): she doesn’t express emotions mostly because being [redacted] she is not familiar with the range of emotions that terraneans feel or can express. she comes across as cold and heartless but she’s honestly very, very neutral about most things. the only thing she expresses any emotion towards for a long time is flowers. she likes them and presses them in notebooks. but other than that she has no interest in being palatable to others because that would impede her mission regardless.

tomb (the graves we dug): similarly to kalifia, tomb is a man bound by duty. being a bounty hunter, attachments get you killed or the other party killed and it’s better to simply detach yourself from all things. he thinks graves and dove are in their predicament because they both care too much. this being said, he isn’t completely cut off from his emotions. he’s just very good at repression and restraint. in another life (his youth) he used to be very expressive and still could be if he chose to. so it’s less that he can’t express care or himself, he just doesn’t.

🔥 Wildfire - Who is your most emotional character and why?

oh god i have a Lot of emotional characters but let’s see if i can narrow it down to my beacons of emotional range:

marco azarola etxebarria (vdtrt): he just has a zest and zeal and love of life, literal ray of sunshine who can draw virtually anyone into his orbit. probably the biggest extrovert of all the vlad protection squad (runner ups being awilda and darren respectively). he’s one of those who doesn’t let his circumstances damper his vibe. +weed helps LMAO.

piper fairwind & san dearborn (tcol): yeah these two but in opposite directions. piper is similar to marco except it’s somewhat more internal. she feels everything intensely as she’s only had herself to rely on for much of her life and in turn she had to become her own advocate, her own cheerleader, her own parent etc. it’s an attitude born out of necessity perhaps. for san it’s the opposite because she was constantly spurned and pushed to the side so she had to fight for what little respect she could get. because of that they tend to run hot tempered and take things that may just be jokes too seriously;;; especially when either of them are with each other emotions are WILD and all over. i just know someone out there is going to ship them and lemme just say, i understand.

thei (god eater): it’s a bit of a cheat to put him here but it’s true. being the last god eater, thei has access to the entire combined consciousness of the singularity within him; so thats hundreds of thousands of emotional ranges potentially at any given moment. he’s kind of like an extreme empath LMAO. he actually tends to be more stoic to try and regulate these intense emotions, however when they get the better of him and he cries, his emotions literally can destroy the entire world basically. it’s why it’s a good thing he has taj to help him bc tbh he was barely holding on before taj came into his life.

🌈 Rainbow - What do you think makes your story unique / stand out?

round this out with paramour again but tbh i feel like the entire premise and the style i’m going for is sort of a slight modernization of types of gothic adjacent stories we haven’t really seen in books the past some odd years. also the fact that it’s got an all black cast for the subject matter and themes is definitely different!

[caelumsnuff]

What keeps you here (listening to Redacted, slightly engaging with fandom, writing for it)? I don’t mean that in the annoying ‘omg why are you here if you’re gonna complain’ way. As I think it’s heathy for a fandom to discuss what could be better about their fandom space and what works and doesn’t work for them in the media they’re consuming (and even as someone who enjoys 99% of this place, this fandom’s ‘don’t even say that you don’t like a thing’ is unlike any fandom I’ve ever been in, big or small).

I’m asking ‘cause I’ve been listening to Redacted since 2021 and it became a fixation, but recently I feel it fading a lot (I don’t find the narratives as compelling anymore with Quinn and Avior being the recent ones, HBS was just okay even tho nothing quality wise changed to me, even my enjoyment of the podcast has waned (and I listen to a ton of podcasts of all types so that should have been the one thing that stayed lol, but they are inconsistent then come back and talk about Pokémon Go only for 70% of the episode every episode lol so I think that’s what’s not helping).

So what brought you here and what keeps you here now? What do you think will keep you engaging with his work? What do you think will (or could be) what makes you step away (whether abruptly or gradually)? (Sorry for all the questions. I’m curious. Hope you have a lovely day!)

Thank you for the ask! I know this is long and a little word soupy perhaps, but i hope you can glean some coherent meaning from it.

Under the cut bc long.

I've been here since very very very early in the channel. Like...... 2020 early. I was getting back into listening to rp asmr after having a small interest in it a few years earlier, and i came across redacted, a lil baby VA. Redacted had some unique qualities in the rp asmr scene, and if we're being honest he still does.

My brain kinda decided to hyperfixate on Redacted, i think because he had plot heavy audios and that wasnt super common in this genre of rp. And in the beginning, the plots were actually decently good in terms of writing and whatnot.

At some point along the way, that fixation became something of a special interest eventually. Probably sometime around early 2022 when i decided to join the discord to finally see some fanart and maybe make friends with people in this fandom. That kinda sent me down the rabbit hole of realizing "oh shit yeah these people have wildly different interpretations of these audios", which started to irritate me in regards to a certain magical therapist and i ended up writing a fanfic about it after being afraid to write for literally most of my life. I got very mixed responses, but some people were really kind and expressed gratitude for my writing and that made me actually want to be a part of this fandom, even if i stay in my own little corner. After that point i started to engage with the content far more critically, and decided that i care about his videos too much to not talk about them and critique them.

I can't really tell you why i stay here, not exactly at least. I think plot-wise the videos have declined in quality greatly, which i started paying attention to. I have been known to enjoy bad media. Like a lot. I watched all of Voltron, all of Vampire Diaries, 13/15 seasons of Supernatural, the Twilight movies, and i fucking enjoyed them. Im just a fan of shit media. Its really fun to critique as well! But like..... I don't think Erik is an all around shit writer, i think he's really good at some things. Character building (the base of a character at least), universe building (for the most part), and the line writing is really good actually, i enjoy them. And i think that he's decent when writing darker content and plotlines, look at the Adam plotline, the Ivan plotline, Imperium AU etc. So i guess the answer is i enjoy critically engaging with it and actively critiquing the art, as well as being attached to the characters and the universe. I have kinda yoinked the characters and they are now my little barbie dolls to play with.

Tbh i ignore most of the fandom bc i just..... simply do not care what people i dont know think about me. I think that majority of this fandom has demonstrated not just a lack of critical thinking skills, comprehension of fandom etiquette, and media comprehension skills, but also a lack of basic human decency and kindness. I do not care what people like that think of me. I know who i am, my loved ones know who i am, and im not gonna let children on the internet stop me from making the art i enjoy.

I take breaks from listening to videos every once in a while (like 2 months at the beginning of this year), but i always end up coming back. I guess im curious as to where this all is going, and i really really do want to see this man get better at writing which..... hasnt happened yet but i guess im patient enough to wait lol. I think he hit a new low recently though. I think the Quinn storyline is the first time that the bad writing actually made me like... angry. Like i was MAD, like shaking laughing in my bed mad. It took me an hour to cool down like what the fuck was that man 😭 If i think about it too hard ill get all riled up again.

I.... don't know what would make me step away tbh. Idk what that would take, but i guess it'd have to be worse than the Quinn arc, which is setting a pretty high bar.

So yeah i think i stay here because i love the characters (or the ideas of them), as well as the universe, and i think writing fics for them is really good practice for me. There's also some very sweet people in this fandom who have been nothing but kind and encouraging to me, and i do not want to let these interactions i have with you guys fizzle out just yet. I may not know yall or directly interact with yall a lot, but i really do love you guys in this little corner of the fandom ive carved out.

[camellia-thea]

The asking game for Dove, numbers 2, 14, 19, and 24 For Taralin it's numbers 6 (and more of a how easily could they be convinced to go against their core values, since we all know Taralin's moral compass is shaky at the best of times), 20, 14, and 24

I hope this isn't too many, but i also know how much you like to talk about your blorbos and I want to hear it

<33333333 thank you glorious game master

you and kaz managed to overlap some of your questions, so i'll take different angles so we get different information!

these are a little shorter than normal perhaps, but uh. this definitely still needs a cut.

dove!!

2. What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

dove sits in her kitchen most evenings, the crappy desktop screen flickering ominously with each click of the mouse.

she enters the open-late supermarket near her haven to buy batteries, and the electric doors falter. the checkout dislikes her card, so she pays in cash.

when her desktop shuts down on her for the third time that evening, when the doors fail to open for her at all, when the self checkout refuses her cash as well, she turns her eyes the the ceiling and fights back an inhuman snarl.

fucking lasombra. fucking bane. fucking technology. she can't even answer a phone now. microphones hate her, the crackling static almost impossible to hear over, even if she can convince her button phone answer it.

but--- she used to be so talented. she was good at technology. ask her to crack into someone's laptop? it's already half done. dove was good. better than good, honestly. once.

14. How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

dove likes when eyes pass over her, and catch her with concern before moving on -- it's none of their business, but they doubt her. it's fun. she played the young, overworked and under appreciated secretary, the one who got the job a little too young, with a little too few credentials, and those defenses lingered.

let them underestimate you, little mouse

it's the beast, not him but... well, it isn't wrong.

then destroy them with all you have.

19. How does your OC behave when enraged?

dove has good self control, really, she does. she knows it. she's got a good handle on her beast, a good handle on her hunger, and well, a good handle on herself.

except when she doesn't.

when her control is pushed. when she finally snaps. it's catastrophic in the way it always is, when a kindred's beast is unleashed. violence is too kind a word for what she falls into. a callous ruthlessness that requires perfection and destruction in one.

cruel and bloody.

24. What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?

the sun shines brightly on [REDACTED] as she walks home. she's tired, sure, but in a way that belies productivity. the office is only a few blocks away from her new(!) apartment, and while she said no to the internship (much to her parent's disappointment), but she's studying law, and enjoying it. it's... good. great, even. she's living off campus with someone she might be getting... closer to, and well. she has a plan. she has a stable income, and is close to a second degree (somehow?) with another job lined up for the summer between graduation and beginning her masters.

life... looks good.

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taralin!!!

tws, violence, death, and unreality for the first one. number 24 has a pregnancy mention. i think that's it.

6. How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

it's a knife at kit's throat and a cone of cold at the party that makes taralin freeze.

they're in the sewers.

or... daedalia?

the memory is fuzzy, but taralin is panicked. aisling is already dead, and rhiann and kadana are battered, bleeding. torvold is down as well, but she can see him breathing, so for now, he's fine. gex is--- somewhere, hidden hopefully, but kit is their main concern.

kit-- there's blood beading at his neck, it shines gold, not red. it's-- it's the morrigan. no-- it's haj.

it's haj who holds the knife, and she's saying something about the price magic should be sold at, but it sounds like they're underwater.

taralin calls out--

stop--------

and the world slows.

haj smiles.

and taralin

for kit. for gex. for rhiann. for kadana. for torvold. even for aisling.

makes a deal.

they jerk upright silently, she's crying, she realises. silently.

nyral shuffles himself into her lap. he licks her hand, and snuffles back into sleep.

it wasn't real.

it wasn't real.

14. How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

taralin likes composure. likes the armor of competence and charisma. he doesn't need the charm, as long as there is a wall of consternation. it's a weapon as strong as any knife, and she's perfected her technique.

she doesn't smile unless it's a threat.

20. Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

something sits lodged in her throat, as she watches aisling and kit be the fire. it's bitter, and only gets bigger as kit grins at the woman. she's--

not everything. she's violent (so are you), she's callous (so are you), she's angry (so are you), she's dangerous.

so are you.

but she's treated with such-- kindness.

it's bitterness that causes taralin to invite sand in the nose along, as much as it's caused by his like of the gnoll. a desperate, subconscious hope that aisling will be caught out, punished, maybe.

in a similar way taralin has been.

the zone of truth still stings.

and really, they were more attached than aisling is now. been with them longer, proved themself.

he'd do anything for them, do they realise? do they know?

but there sits aisling.

gex smiles at her too. smiles at her more than he does at them. they're still mad at him, still furious. and their trust has been shattered, but--

they thought he liked them more than that.

rhiann is wary enough of aisling that it feels-- fine. but she doesn't get it. she doesn't get why taralin feels so-- wrong about it all.

it's... a surprising betrayal.

and they watch aisling, welcomed without a word into their party, and they wonder why they tolerate it. wonder why they stay alongside the woman who almost stabbed a companion. who taralin knows would leave them to die without regret.

the feeling chokes them. it'll explode soon enough. but for now...

they swallow it down.

24. What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?

it's warm.

taralin lies back on a picnic blanket, a hand over her eyes.

"happy birthday, starfire."

his voice makes her smile. "only happy because you're here." she pulls her hand away to gaze at him, his smile, his eyes, his hair. he dips down to kiss her, and she eases into it, before pulling back with tenderness in her gaze.

"i love you." he laughs at that, bright.

"and i love you." another kiss. "but-- i'm starting to burn. so we can move into some shade, or head home and finish our picnic there."

"mmmmm. not much of a picnic if we're inside." he laughs at them, and warmth burns in their chest. gods, they love this man.

"okay, to the tree then, fair maiden."

"maiden today, am i?" it's teasing.

"galant sir?"

"perhaps."

another kiss, and another, and another. eventually, taralin pulls away.

"what happened to shade?"

"you're just so enchanting, love of my life, light of my soul."

she rolls her eyes, and pulls him toward the tree.

they curl at the oak's base, taking shelter in its' shade. the view over the cliffs to the sea is spectacular. the sea glitters, bluer than the sky.

aiden presses a kiss behind her ear. "twenty-eight. how does it feel?"

"perfect." and steals a proper kiss from him.

her hand rests on her stomach, his bracketing it. there isn't movement yet, but they know there's life there.

it's another step. another chapter in their story. and taralin cannot wait to write it.