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mellowwillowy · 1 year ago

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Let's talk about Yan! TWST!

The Yan that enjoys inflicting pain on you would be...

Riddle doesn't see the charm of hurting you and so are his card soldiers. But, that doesn't mean Riddle will not hurt you dear, oh noooo, do you remember the time your guardian punished you with something that hurt physically? A pinch on your forearm or a smack by the ruler? Take that double-fold.

"Now now, what did I say about standing straight?" Riddle fixes your posture with his staff before eyeing you from head to toe, "I assume you've been good today, you are safe from the... unsavory punishment, I'd say."

Cater can understand the charm of it, I mean, he enjoys biting you every now and then playfully! Now Imagine what if he does it with a different intention, hm?

Trey is, hm, 50/50. Just like Riddle except that part of him secretly loathes the fact that he wishes he could do more for you but that won't do good. He is not supposed to act like this.

The ADeuce duo? They are wholesome babies who just sometimes enjoy bullying you, just sometimes! Maybe a poke and prod here until it suddenly escalates into something that actually hurts you. Will immediately realize that and apologize to you nonstop.

Leona? You bet you got lots of bite marks and scratch marks! He treats you like his chewing toy and he loves it! Well, part of his sadistic side will sometimes take over and turn this into a much darker turn.

"Hey, come now, don't trouble me from having to find you, herbivore. Stop hiding unless you want me to drag you out with my fangs."

Ruggie and Jack don't really get it. Aren't they supposed to treasure and protect those who they love? Sure, the animalistic sides of marking might come every now and then but that's as far as it goes.

Alright, the Tweels are right off the bat. Any kind of pain honestly, physically and mentally. You get the drill. "What do you say if we turn you into a literal shrimp? Maybe... bend your back until you look like one, shrimpy?" "Kukuku, that is a great idea though I am worried about the aftereffects."

And the person who would be opposed to this would be the Octopus, Azul.

He prefers his angelfish to be unscratched unlike those brutes after all (Though he understands why they love seeing your fear-stricken expression, it truly has its own charm.) "You two! Stop playing around and go back to work if you have the time to bother them! ... Hey, are you alright?" Azul will check on you and tend to any bruises they leave after they are gone.

put that chain down! Real talk here though? Both Kalim and Jamil are on the same flavour but they leave different aftertaste.

Now I know Kalim is such a sunshine baby that is soooo sooo, free of threat and won't even have the thought of hurting you for fun. But what if he has no other choice but to do this...? Now he doesn't take any form of pleasure from this but what I'm trying to say is that he is not below from hurting you indirectly.

Take it when he feels the need to chain you down, should he let the others do this dirty deed or should he do this himself? The idea of someone else hurting you makes him sick but so does the idea of him having to immobilize you!

"I'm really sorry but I just, have no choice! I'll make it up to you, name anything you want and I'll give it to you in a blink! Everything... but leaving me... then I will grant it to you like a magic lamp..."

In Jamil's case though he just resorted to this method should his paranoia reach a certain extent. What if you leave him even though he hasn't done anything much for you at all? Should he charm you with his UM or... should he just straight up immobilize you and lock you away in the dorm, away from privy eyes? Or maybe should he shamelessly ask for Kalim's assistance in sending you to Scalding Sands for the time being?

"Rest assured, Najma will be there for you."

The Hunter, Rook. Now listen to me, no he doesn't find any pleasure in the same way the Tweels do. Take him as a hunter, only wounding you to keep you immobile and that's all, he'd prefer to not wound you at all to ensure your beauty unscratched like a taxidermized animal!

The people who would go against this would be Vil and Epel! Come on now, really? He'd rather inflict emotional and mental pain than this! How is he supposed to cover the bruises, let alone if it remains as a scar?

"Rook! What did I tell you about not leaving any mark on them? Can't you just ever listen?" "Aha, I'm so sorry~! It's just that they have been hopping around like a rabbit so I had no choice but to treat them as one."

As for Epel, he just doesn't see the charm in causing any pain to his dearest darling at all. He prefers seeing you smiling and laughing rather than crying. Oh gosh, these sick fucks are questionable!

"Even so, you shouldn't retort to this method! Oh no... it hurts so much, right...?"

Do not touch Ortho in the wrong way but damn this murder bot is on the loose. He will most definitely be doing the dirty job here for Idia like dude, he will stun you right on the spot should his system detect any suspicious movements and signs of doing something dumb.

Idia on the other hand is pretty neutral about this. Yeah, comatose, knocked out cold. Cool. You shouldn't have done that, noob, can't you at least make a plan that will allow you to evade Ortho's sight of view? Not like the phone he gave you will not save him from this trouble though.

"You thought you could sneak out of an enemy base camp that easily? You gotta at least watch the walkthrough from start to finish, anyway, off we go... to the enemy's underground chamber."

He'd prefer things to be as solace as possible so I think he doesn't enjoy partaking in this trope with these sadistic bitches. (He's just a silly meow meow after all)

Lilia has a kink in marking you with his fangs and it shows~ That, is on the playful note, what about the much darker note? Moments when the fistfight you two share turns into an uncontrollable fight that allows him to cut you with his nails and punch you right in your guts, hard, until you choke out.

"Ah~? Sorry, did I go too hard? I forgot that your body is now just as fragile as a stuffed doll!" He'll shrug it off playfully while relishing in your state for a moment before helping you ^^ (Ah, he misses those good' ol days so dearly!)

Malleus, Silver, and Sebek though? They are shaking their heads at Lilia but can't say anything about it.

Malleus sees this as a way to keep you still next to him, maybe by spraining your ankle or slamming your head so that you are knocked out.

Silver on the other hand does not lay a single finger on you with the intention of hurting you, at all! Cinnamon baby! huhuhu.

Sebek? After watching Lilia and Malleus, he deems this to be some sort of disciplinary action! He takes pride in it while secretly pushing away the guilt of hurting you and the fact that he was enchanted by the teary sight of you.

Divider Credit: @edith-is-a-cat

I have favorites and it shows. (Lilia)

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selineram3421 · 6 months ago

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*has a headache* It's ok, I took medicine.

The Observer

Prologue

Alastor X Godlike Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ reader can shape-shift to blend in, mention of blood, eye getting torn out, and wings ripped ⚠

You rolled your eyes as you watched your youngest brother sit atop his thrown, surrounded by angels.

Admittedly, his realm was beautiful but it was quite boring and filled with stuck up persons, but at least there were a few nice souls roaming about.

"Brother, please tell me you have something fun to do?", you asked but did not get a response.

You groaned and shifted into looking like an angel, now visible for the others to see.

Flying down, you approached one of the winged creatures and they stared back at you.

Blink blink.

"Hmm.. Nope. This got boring.", you sigh and shift back. "I'm going downstairs since you are 'so busy' with work.", you say to your brother and make quotation marks with your fingers.

You still don't get a reply.

With that, you cut open a portal and step through it. Shifting into looking like a sinner as your feet touch the grounds of Hell.

Maybe I should visit my nephew.. You thought as you walked down the street, blood, garbage, and some graffiti littered about. Lucifer is quite fun.

Before you could start heading to Lucifer's castle, a startling loud introduction to a tv show began.

A sinner with a television for a head started talking in a fast pace, talking down on what you assume is another sinner.

"Hm..", you crossed your arms.

Then there's a crackle. Turning to the sound, you find a radio behind a glass window.

"Oh! What a lovely vintage!", you say with sparkling eyes.

Humans were very interesting but then they became repetitive and you only checked in when there was something new. You collected quite a bit of the items that were made for fun.

"Salutations! Good to be back on the air.", a voice came through.

You didn't notice the crowd that formed behind you as the two sinners started going back and forth. The radio man not really talking to the other, but the television man trying his best to get the last say.

Then the power went out, the only light coming from the radio that was somehow able to stay on.

"Let's begin~ I'm gonna make you wish I stayed gone. Tune on in. When I'm done, your status quo will know its race has run. Oh, this will be fun~", the broadcast finished.

You were grinning, hiding it behind your hands.

Oh what a funny little fight! I want to see what the winner looks like! I can visit Lucifer after, I'm sure he wouldn't mind. You thought and made your way into a dark alley before shifting.

Now invisible, you glided over to follow the trail of static like magic, finding it connected to the radio that went towards a tower.

It was such and oddly paced thing, looking like it would fall over any minute.

Hm. I should walk through the door of the building it's attached to. You decided and shifted again, looking different than the form you took earlier.

This time you were taller and had a tail like a little devil. Your arms darkening to look like the night sky, with little speckles that looked like stars. Long horns sitting atop of your head that twisted in curls before straightening out.

"Oh, I like this one. I'll save this to wear again.", you said before knocking on the double doors.

It took a second before one of the doors was practically ripped open.

A blonde smiled widely up at you, reminding you of your nephew with the pink on their cheeks.

"Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!", she greeted and stepped out of the way. "Please come in!"

Entering the building, you saw it was a fancy but run down hotel. It was quite nice but could use a little fixing. Too bad that you couldn't do anything to alter any of the realms you visited.

There could be so much you would fix.

"What is your name?", you asked the blonde woman, turning to look at her with a soft smile.

"Oh! My name is Charlie and I am the founder of the hotel! It's purpose is to rehabilitate sinners.", Charlie answered with a beaming smile.

"My! That is very interesting."

You followed her into the lobby and let her speak more about the hotel. Then, as Charlie was speaking, you saw an angel enter the room. Her long white hair flowed with slight movement as she stood next to the blonde.

"Who is this?", she asked, crossing her arms.

She glared at you like you had done something unspeakable.

Oh, what have they done to you? You wondered. If an angel is down here, they must have done something wrong or someone from upstairs unjustly cast them out.

"Oh, um..", Charlie looked at you. "What is your name?"

"I am just here to look around, see something new.", you said. "I have no name but you can call me Penjani."

"What do you mean you have no name?", the angel asked.

"Vaggie-"

"It's alright.", you wave off Charlie's concern. "I was never given a name, I was just created and left to wander."

It was somewhat true.

You did not get a name, but the humans and other creatures of the universe named you many things or didn't even know about you. But that's how its always been.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to..", the angel, Vaggie looked at the floor.

"It's alright, no harm done.", you patted her shoulder.

With contact, you saw why she was down in Hell.

Adam, the first man, had abandoned her after she defied orders. Her wings cut off and her eye tore out by another angel, an exorcist. You took your hand back after seeing all that you needed too. Finding out Charlie was the Princess and family.

"I actually came to see something else too.", you said with a closed eyed smile.

The two looked at you, curious.

"What else did you want to see?", the Princess asked.

You pointed up. "Who occupies the tower?", you asked. "The black one with red tinted windows."

That is when you actually started to feel the buzz from the static you were following earlier. It crawled across your skin, leaving tingles as it passed down.

Then a new voice spoke up.

"That would be me."

Looking behind you to find where the voice was coming from, you saw a red deer demon. His hair, clothes, and eyes were red. A handsome face that you remember seeing before, around the nineteenth century if you recall. He was a dashing human and now he was a devilishly handsome demon.

He grinned once your eyes were on him, as if he was satisfied with your attention.

"I am Alastor, The Radio Demon."

A song helped me get the rest of this typed out. Thank the Dolly Parton song, Jolene.

~Seline, the person.

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thezombieprostitute · 4 months ago

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Tech Tuesday: Lloyd Hansen

Summary: It's your first week on the job and you find yourself having to deal with a very angry higher up.

Warnings: Power imbalance, Yelling. Please let me know if I missed any.

Tech Tuesdays Masterlist

Part 1.5 (Lloyd's Perspective)

You'd survived your first week at the job. It was a nerve-wracking to find out you were the only woman working in the IT department outside of Mr. Pine's assistant. Thankfully the majority of your coworkers were friendly without being inappropriate or condescending. So far you were able to just sit at your desk and do you work.

There's a knock on your cubicle wall and you look up to see Johnny standing there.

“Hey, I need you to take a ticket for me,” he tells you. “I'd do it but I just got pinged by the security measures and that takes priority. Ticket is Hansen-4142. Thanks so much!” Before you can argue he's gone.

Shaking your head you check the ticket. Johnny's not wrong that security takes highest priority and it's not unheard of for technicians to trade tickets. Looking through things it's pretty straightforward. This Hansen person likely tried to update some of the office software and the update messed with their current settings. You get his office number, double check the building floor-plans so you don't get lost, and head up.

Getting off the elevator at his floor the atmosphere is incredibly tense. People are keeping their heads down and trying to make themselves as small as possible. As you get closer to Mr. Hansen's office, you start to understand why. His voice carries and he's clearly very, very angry.

By the time you're right outside his office you're visibly shaking. Part of you wants to run back to the safety of your cubicle and beg one of the bosses to choose someone else. But that wouldn't be professional. It's only your first week, you need to do this and prove yourself to be a good hire. Taking a breath to steady yourself, you knock on the door.

“Get in here!” Mr. Hansen barks.

You open the door, “hello, Mr. Hansen. I'm, um, I'm from IT to fix your computer?”

“Yeah, I figured that,” he bites back. “No one else would be dumb enough to knock on the damn door.”

You nod at his reasoning, “may, I...may I see your computer, Sir?”

He chortles, “It's about damn time the IT department hired someone who knows their place.”

He moves away from his desk and gestures for you to sit. Not wanting to be here any longer than you need, you immediately set about to working. No chit-chat, nothing to give him a reason to yell again. You find yourself getting into the zone, hunting down the needed files, ignoring everything extraneous, and making the changes that are needed.

You think you got everything so you get out of the chair, “please make sure everything is working correctly, Mr. Hansen?”

He gives you a skeptical look as he sits, “that was way too fast to have worked.” You lower your chin to your chest but don't protest. You hear him typing and clicking away for a minute or so. “Huh,” you hear from him. “You're a friggin' maestro.” His tone is more contemplative than anything.

“Do you need anything else, Sir?”

He looks up and seems surprised you're still there. “No. You may go back to the IT caverns.”

Not needing to be told twice you nod and head out. When you're back in the department you see Mr. Syverson and he calls you over.

“Where ya been? Was wantin' to ask you about some of the upcoming projects we got ya assigned to.”

“Oh, Johnny asked me to handle a ticket for him because a security issue came up.”

He freezes at that. “Was it with Hansen?”

“Um, yes, Sir.” You see his face turn red and you're worried you did something wrong.

He takes a breath, “you're not in trouble. You're gonna go finish out that ticket like you're supposed to and I'll talk to you about the projects tomorrow.” You nod and almost run to your cubicle. Behind you, Syverson yells, “Storm! My office! NOW!”

Tech Tuesdays Masterlist

Part 1.5 (Lloyd's Perspective)

Tagging @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @ellethespaceunicorn; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory; @late-to-the-party-81; @lokislady82 ; @peyton-warren @ronearoundblindly

#tech tuesday #tech tuesday: lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x female!reader #lloyd hansen x reader

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year ago

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The Detour 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Thor

Summary: You find yourself stranded in a small village.

Part of the Backwoods AU

Note: So this is an idea I had for a while but I just know I wouldn’t get to do it full length for chapters but I hope it’s fun.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

“Hmmm,” Vol tugs on his red beard, wiry white hairs springing up, “looks like when you veered, you snapped part of the axel.”

“What does that mean?” You tap your toe impatiently.

“Well, it means even with a new tire, you won't be driving off into the sunset,” he shrugs and crosses his arms, “fix like this could take a week. If it's fixable. And if I can mend it, it won't hold for long. Likely need a full replacement.”

“You're kidding me,” you scoff.

“Look, it's good business for me but I wish I was,” he slaps the white finish of the car, leaving a grease mark that has your fingers itching.

“So… what do I do?”

“Hmm?” He furrows his thick brows.

“I'm supposed to be in the city tomorrow. I have a tour booked of the Cathedral and I'm supposed to go to the museum–”

“Not too sure about that,” he sniffs.

“It's just a car. Scrap it then. I'll get a rental–”

“From?”

“Pardon?”

“A rental from where? Got them in the city but no rentals here.”

“What– well, surely someone around here would sell me something.”

“Don't think anyone has a spare car hanging about,” he chuckles.

“Are you mocking me?”

“Not at all,” he counters, “just saying.”

“So I'm stuck here?”

“Suppose…”

“You suppose?” You throw your hands up.

“There's accommodation around here. A B&B up near Thunder Lane.”

“How far is that?” You check the time on your watch, not that it matters much.

“On foot, a good forty or so. I can drive you up in about ten,” he offers.

“How much would that be?” You touch your shoulder, realising your purse is in the car.

“None,” he blinks, “I don't mind. I live on the other side.”

“Mm, that's very… kind,” you glance around, “I'll grab my things then. I'll take the night To reconfigure….”

You trail off. You’re certain he doesn't care. You look at your car, still mounted on the jack.

“What do you need, miss? Don't want you to get hurt.”

“Purse is in the front seat, my bags are in the trunk,” you explain.

He nods and turns. The large fleece lined flannel over his coveralls makes him seen even bigger. He pulls open the front door and reaches for your purse. He uses the mechanism on the door to pop the trunk before he comes back around.

He hands you your purse and you wipe the stain from the cream leather. He looks in the back, “you need all these?”

“Just that one,” you step closer and point, “oh and this one.”

“Right,” he hauls out the round valise and the vintage rolling suitcase. “You sure that's enough?”

He faces you with half a smirk.

“Thanks,” you ignore his joke, “frankly, I just want to be in one place. Alone.”

“Of course,” he shuts the trunk roughly and the car bounces, “I gotta lock up before we head out but I'll get the truck nice and warmed up and you can wait in there. How's that?” He looks down at your stilettos, “your feet must be killing you.”

“No,” you say defiantly.

“Ah, well, still, don't want you to stain your fancy clothes in here,” he insists, “come on then.”

🌄

As much as you already abhor this place, you must admit the B&B is adequate. Vol steers up through the gates and along the curved driveway that leads to a marble fountain trimmed with finely kept hedges. He stops before the broad stairs as you peer up at the grand double doors. It could be called a countryside palace.

The mechanic's weight shifts the cabin as he hops out and to your surprise, comes to open your door. You give him a look as you step down, your heels catching in the mosaic stonework. You clutch your purse tight and consider the full expanse of the landscaping.

“I'll get your bags,” he opens the backdoor of the cabin.

“Do they not have a bellhop?”

“Here?” He snorts as he brings out your bags, one in each hand.

“Right,” you accept. The village probably doesn't have the population to staff the immense hotel. “Thank you, sir. You've been very helpful.”

“I can bring them in.”

“Not necessary,” you assure him, “thank you again. I'll call tomorrow about the car.”

“Sure,” he accepts as you latch onto the bags.

The valice brings your arm down sharply as you struggle to yank the wheeled bag closer on the stonework. He made them look much lighter than they are.

“Good night, sir.”

You spin and march off, a janky, awkward gait in your heels as the bag bounces behind you. You get to the steps and look at the top. You ignore the idling truck as you take in the logistics of the ascent. It's only five steps. In these shoes, it may as well be triple.

You rest the valice on the rolling bag and huff. You shake out your arms and hike your purse high on your shoulder. You push down the long handle of the suitcase and instead grab the handle on top, hugging the valice to it as you lift it one step ahead of you.

You plant the wheels and pant, swaying in your heels. The second step is no easier. The third has you stopping a bit longer.

You turn and look at the tow truck and scowl. You wave him off with agitation. He revs and rumbles around the fountain, leaving you.

“Need some assistance?” A baritone thunders over you. You whip around to face the same burly blond as before.

“You!” You exclaim.

“Me,” he grins, “you're having a hard time.”

“No,” you insist.

You snatch the valice and hook it on your elbow. You grab the handle of the suitcase and grunt, dragging it up the steps with all your effort. It jars you dangerously on the top step and nearly has you tipping over.

“Hm, I was only going to offer my help.”

“Don't need it. Thanks,” you snip, “why don't you mind your business?”

“This Is my business,” he snickers, “well, my parents’ still have their names on the deed but it'll be mine soon enough.”

You bat your lashes and roll your eyes, “fine,” you shove your bag against his stomach, hard, “I need a suite. Now.”

He laughs even louder as he grabs onto your valise, “of course, your highness,” he backs up and reaches to open a door, “this way.”

#thor #dark thor #dark!thor #thor x reader #the detour #drabble #series #au #backwoods au #mcu #marvel #avengers

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bonefall · 1 year ago

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Hi Bones!! Thank you for you hard work on this project and for sharing it with us!

I've seen your posts about weird representation of society (regarding the "natural order of things") in xenofiction, especially in lion king, so I wanted to ask:

could you recommend any xenofiction media that has all (or most of the) animal species sapient? Or is the only solution to make just one or two species sapient while the others (especially prey) are plain animals?

Really sorry if you've seen this ask from me before - my account had a weird laggy period when I couldn't send or receive messages and asks, so I don't know if you got the previous one! I just know that now it's fixed so I double all the asks sent haha

Honestly I'm not totally sure! If any 3rd person has some good recommendations for "every being is alive" xenofiction types, feel free to weigh in.

If you want to jump in with me though, I am following the webcomic Africa. It updates every Wednesday. Africa is about a mother Leopard on the verge of a great ecological disaster, the relationship between her children and the animals around her, and the strength of both instinct and choice as the characters face an uncertain future.

Since it's ongoing, I still don't know how it's going to end and can't judge it as a full work! But it's absolutely fascinating and I think the author is doing a fantastic job so far. Bonus points for the way it portrays humans, btw.

No more spoilers though, if you're interested, it's on Webtoons.

(I'm also planning to read Oren's Forge soon. Ask me about it again in a few months over on Bonebabbles and I'll give you my thoughts)

As an aside though, funny you mention it because like... ever since I was a kid I've had a story I want to tell with the premise. It's a scintilla I've kept close to me for well over a decade but haven't done anything official with. So this is actually a theme I've thought about a lot.

It's rare to see it done well though because like... its very premise butts heads with reality. The "natural order" that an animal follows is not something it moralizes. A tiger doesn't have the capacity to think about how fucked up it is to kill to stay alive, the deer doesn't know that if its population isn't controlled it will destroy the forest.

They're animals. They don't HAVE that agency. Your dog does not care about being sterilized. A snake doesn't differentiate between a pinky and an adult mouse except in terms of if it will fit in its mouth. But the minute you put human morality in there... they have the ability to reason, create and agree on the rules of a society, make choices about MORALITY.

If nothing is going to change about their world, you just end up putting human arguments about "natural order" in their mouths and, well... start telling a parable justifying this "natural order."

(Genuine) Does what I'm saying make sense? Animals DON'T rationalize or negotiate. HUMANS do.

So the minute you're approaching a world with that logic, like it or not, you are invoking those "arguments from nature." And you're putting them in a being that is not fully an animal or a human, but an anthropomorphic mix which CAN rationalize but WON'T make an effort to change their world.

(Which is why tbh the best examples i know of are works with a theme of "change.")

OH WAIT I also remember another that's interesting!! Leafy: Hen into the Wild actually has a fascinating take on it. It's not interested in "moralizing" or really being about an animal society. It's a very emotional sort of movie, and it's about joys in adversity, the freedom that choice gives you, how bad things are going to happen and you can never completely prevent them.

INTENSE movie emotionally, the ending will wreck you (especially in the English translation which leaves out a really important theme making it feel abrupt x_x) but it's really good. Check that one out.

OH and also You Are Umasou. That one has more pitfalls imo (it does try to moralize a bit) but it's super unique as a movie. And is about dinosaurs.

#Don't take my opinions as gospel tho #There's no ONE RIGHT WAY to tell a story or handle a theme #And every person can have a unique reading of any story #Some stories can even be interpreted super differently by going in with different readings #Media isn't a box you take the lid off of to loot for objectively correct objects #It's more like eating a meal #Examining ingredients/tropes and how they were used #Trying to identify what the author set out to do and if it accomplished it in its current form #And sometimes idk chicken noodle tastes like hot saltwater in one moment but then hits different 2 months later when surrounding--#--circumstances (like being sick or cold) make it hit different #Point im getting at is that we could objectively say 'they used chicken and noodle' in this dish #But analysis and opinions and expressing them are an art of their own #Bone babble #Anyway prolly gonna be quiet the rest of the day so I can do clanmew prep lads #Media analysis #Xenofiction

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synthy-sizer · 1 year ago

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[HERESY is ONLINE]

Heresy: Hello?

VitalsStation12B: Hi.

Heresy: Oh good, you're ok

Heresy: Do you have the station data?

VitalsStation12B: I opened the application but I've got to be honest

VitalsStation12B: I don't really understand what it all means or what you want to know

Heresy: Ah, right

Heresy: I'm getting ahead of myself

Heresy: If you open the vitals monitor again and double-click on any of the green dots they will show you more detailed information.

Heresy: Click on whichever one you like for now and tell me what the readout says.

You minimize the window and stare at the desktop once again. They said to look at the VITALS MONITOR again, right?

Open vitals monitor>

You click on the vitals monitor again and the page opens, once again displaying an array of dots along several wedges of a circular map. Only a few are GREEN.

Double-click green dot>

You randomly decide on station 151 and double-click it. A chart opens which has a long CHECKLIST on it. Above the checklist is a large signifier reading "OK".

Look at checklist>

There's a long list of items on the checklist. Most are marked with O but some are marked with X.

SAFETY CHECKLIST

Terminal: O

Aircon: O

Lights: O

Ventilation: X

EUTHANASIA INJECTION

Injection: O

Siren: X

Lights: X

WARNING: CODE 108

Some of the items listed are familiar to you. You know what air conditioning, lights and ventilation are. And the terminal sounds like the computer you're using. But it's hard to tell what the rest means. Sure, there's a siren on your wall, and there were lights in the tunnel, but what do they have to do with the euthanasia protocol? And what is code 108? Maybe HERESY has answers.

Talk to Heresy>

VitalsStation12B: What's code 108?

Heresy: Ah, so you managed to open up the details

Heresy: Code 108 is exactly what I'm looking for actually

Heresy: Please check any other green stations for that.

VitalsStation12B: Well that's all well and good but

VitalsStation12B: What does code 108 mean?

Heresy: Don't worry, I'll explain everything in time

Heresy: I just need the data first.

You can't say you aren't irked. But there's no real reason not to follow along. You spend your day searching through stations on the vitals monitor and pestering the stranger for answers. Soon enough you check the clock on the computer and realize how much time has passed. You should probably leave before your parents get suspicious. It would be a good idea to make sure HERESY doesn't think you're dead first, though.

Talk to Heresy>

VitalsStation12B: I've got to go home now

Heresy: Ah, yeah, you probably can't afford to rouse suspicion can you?

VitalsStation12B: How do you know so much about me?

VitalsStation12B: Where are you?Heresy: Hm…

Heresy: I wasn't really sure how to tell you, to be honest.

Heresy: What I'm about to tell you is probably going to be a real shock so…

Heresy: Are you ready to hear it?

You sit silently for a moment. You reflect upon everything that's happened to you over the last month. You found a mysterious door in the dirt that goes against everything about your community. You've lied and stolen in pursuit of the truth. And everything since you found the door the entire world feels wrong, like a facsimile of normalcy. The deeper you dive into the rabbit hole, the more wrong it feels. You're afraid of that, obviously, who wouldn't be? But at the same time you don't feel able to go back to the way things were. You need to learn the truth.

VitalsStation12B: Yes. I'm ready.

Heresy: Ok…

Heresy: I'm on Earth right now, what you call Otherside.

Heresy: Everything they've taught you about Luna is a lie.

Heresy: Humanity came from Earth, not Luna.

Heresy: It's safe here.

Heresy: They lied to you.

Heresy: And I'm going to try and help you fix it.

You're surprised by Heresy's words. You struggle to get a grasp of them. It feels like your head is spinning. Everything was a lie…? You might have spiraled entirely out of control, if not for a deeper part of yourself, a small voice telling you that you knew all along. That they're right. That you needed to hear the truth, to face it head on. Your mind may still be swirling, but you feel in control, for maybe the first time ever. You leave a short farewell and climb up the ladder and close the door. And then you walk home, with a new steadfast resolve. You're going to resolve every mystery before you and fix the mistakes. You know you will. You look back at the door one last time and then walk home.

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anamoli · 2 years ago

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Blender Tutorial: Extracting Meshes

Before I continue with this tutorial, I want to preface this by saying that I am by no means an expert with Blender. I've learned just enough to do the things I need to do, but I'm not experienced enough to do troubleshooting, especially across different versions of Blender. You'd be better off asking Google.

This tutorial was done in Blender 3.4.1.

With the disclaimer out of the way, let's get onto the tutorial! The models I'll be using in this tutorial are for my Horizon Zero Dawn / Horizon Forbidden West cosplay, but you can perform these steps with any model you have your hands on.

I will be going over the following topics:

Importing your mesh

Scaling your mesh

Splitting your mesh into separate objects

Fixing missing faces in your object

Exporting your object

Read on after the cut for the rest of the tutorial!

Tips:

Save your Blender file as soon as you open it and save often

I am mostly using Blender's default key-binding. If you are not getting the same tools as I am, check your key-binding list under Edit > Preferences > Keymap. You can quickly search for a particular tool with the search bar on the right-hand side

Blender can only import meshes or object files. Make sure the format of the model you're working with is in this list

Collada (.dae)

Alembic (.abc)

Universal Scene Description (.usd, .usdc, .usda)

Scalable Vector Graphics (.svg)

Stanford (.ply)

STL (.stl)

FBX (.fbx)

gITF 2.0 (.glb/.gltf)

X3D Extensible 3D (.xed/.wrl)

Section One: Importing Your Mesh

When you open up a fresh Blender file, a cube will always be present. Take the time to get familiar with Blender and know how to pan (Shift+LMB), rotate (MMB), and zoom (scroll MMB) your view. You can also move, rotate, and scale the cube using the tools on the left side of the Viewport Window. Once you're comfortable,

Select the cube in the Viewport Window or its name in the Scene Collection window, and then delete it

You'll know when you've selected the cube when an orange outline appears around it.

Now that you have a blank working space, go ahead and import your mesh(es).

Select File > Import and choose the file type your model is formatted in

I am using FBX so I will import those meshes into my scene.

And just like that, your model is in Blender! Congratulations! I highly recommend renaming the hierarchies/objects in the Scene Collection window to keep things organized.

Double-click on the object in the Scene Collection window and type away

If your model has an armature (a 'skeleton' that moves your model) like mine, you'll need to click on the 'eye' icon next to each armature object to hide the bones

Take the time to save your work!

Section Two: Scaling Your Mesh

Unless you're the exact same height and proportions as your model, you will need to scale it up or down so that when you print your objects, they'll have a higher likelihood of fitting you.

Select a viewpoint on the coordinate frame so that your model is facing you

Switch to the Measure Tool

Measure out your height by: clicking and holding at a point on the 'ground plane' where the feet are standing on and releasing at your desired height

You can edit the location of the points by hovering over a point until a circle of arrows appears. Click and drag to their desired location.

Blender's default unit system is metric. If you don't work in metric, feel free to change the unit system by going to Scene Properties tab, then the Units section, and then select the system you wish to use.

If your model is not all in one mesh, I recommend starting with the head first so you can easily see when the model is at the desired height. Otherwise, continue onto the remaining steps.

Now that you have a reference measurement set up,

Select the object you wish to scale and go to the Object Properties tab

Type in a value in the Scale X, Y, & Z fields until the model reaches the reference measurement

Note the scaling values and input the same values into the remaining meshes

Wonderful! You've scaled your mesh to your proportions and you're ready for the next step. You can delete your reference measurement now by hovering over a point until the circle of arrows appear and hit 'Delete' on your keyboard.

Remember to save your work!

Section Three: Splitting your Mesh into Separate Objects

You're doing great! I recommend a pat on the back and some snacks because this section is the longest one. Give your eyes a break and look at something 20 feet away for 20 seconds or give your body a stretch with a stroll around the neighborhood; whatever you need to do to take care of yourself.

Prep your work area by expanding all of the hierarchies/objects to reveal the hierarchies/objects nested inside it. Do this by clicking on the small arrow on the left side of the name of the hierarchy/object. The arrow will turn downwards when it is expanded.

Grouping meshes into subgroups is a common practice to keep things a manageable size, if your mesh is all in one piece then you don't need to do this.

Hide/unhide objects to see which meshes have the items you want to extract. Hide meshes that don't have what you want, so that you can stay focused on what you need to work on.

Once you're ready, select the first mesh you want to extract objects from. I'm choosing Aloy's bracers because I want to separate the left from the right side.

Hit 'Tab' on your keyboard

Your selected object will now show a constellation of dots (vertices) and lines (edges). The areas within each border of vertices and edges are called faces.

You'll also notice that you've been switched to Edit Mode (highlighted in image 14). Additionally, there are three small squares next to the object dropdown bar. Those are filters for which objects you'd like to select (vertex, edge, face from left to right). This means if you want to only select edges, activate the edge selection.

Position the part of the mesh you wish to isolate in your Viewport Window so that it's easier to make selections

Switch to the Face Select mode

Select any face

Hit 'L' on your keyboard

This opens the 'Select Linked' tool which will automatically select any adjacent/linked faces that are touching the face you selected. Keep the delimiter type as Seam for now.

The Select Linked tool isn't perfect. There will be faces that aren't automatically recognized. Unselected faces appear as grey while selected faces are orange.

To add additional faces to your selection,

Use 'Shift + LMB' on a face

Hit 'L' to select more linked faces

If you can tell which faces will need to be selected, you can select all those faces first and then use the linked tool.

Select all desired faces with 'Shift + LMB'

Hit 'Ctrl + L' to perform the link operation on all selected faces

Once you're confident with your selection,

Hit 'P' (Separate Tool) and then 'S' (separate by selection)

You should see your selection split off into its own object to which you can manipulate separately from the rest of the mesh. Rename your new object to keep track of it and perform these steps for the rest of the items you need.

When you're done with this mesh, hit Tab to go back to Object Mode, select a different mesh, and repeat the process.

Save! Save! Save!

Section Four: Fixing Missing Faces in Your Objects

You've done it, you've separated out all the objects you need. It's late now and time doesn't feel real, but you're happy that you're finally done. Wait - what's that?

Sometimes meshes are too close together to split into objects neatly. Or sometimes we make mistakes and missed that group of faces hidden behind another object. It happens. Here's how to fix those issues without having to hit 'Ctrl + Z' and undoing all of your great work.

Scenario 1: Missed Faces During Extraction

You've noticed some floaters left behind! However, you can tell which object they're supposed to belong to because you've been doing really well renaming and organizing your objects (right?).

To make your object whole again,

Separate the floating faces as their own object

Exit Edit Mode and return to Object Mode

Select the floating faces object and the object you wish to join it to with 'Ctrl + LMB' ('Shift + LMB' will select everything between the two objects listed in the Scene Collection as well, so be careful!)

Hit 'Ctrl + J' (Join Tool) on your keyboard Special Note: this only works when your cursor is within the Viewpoint window, not the Scene Collection window Second Note: objects will merge into the last object you select. So if you wanted to merge PartA and PartB but wanted to preserve the naming of PartA, select in this order PartB > PartA

And voila! Your object doesn't have any missing faces and your floating faces have been reunited with their greater being.

Scenario 2: Open Gaps from Overlapping / Shared Faces

Sometimes you can do everything right and your objects will still have open faces. That's okay! We can still fix that. Take one of the light details in Aloy's skirt as an example. This component of the model just didn't come with the back side filled in.

To fix that,

Switch to Edit Mode and switch to the Edge select mode

Hold 'Alt' and select an edge along the opening with 'LMB'

Hit 'F' (Fill Tool and to pay respects) and the opening should disappear

Some troubleshooting tips:

If you're having trouble selecting your loops, try these methods: Select Loops — Blender Manual

Otherwise, you may have to manually select the edges/vertices

If a face is being filled in unexpected ways, fill in the faces piecewise to help smooth out any strange assumptions Blender is making

Save like your life depends on it!

Section Five: Exporting Your Object

You're at the home stretch! This part is a breeze!

To export your object as its own file, simply

Select the object

Go to File > Export and then select your preferred format

Enable the "Selection Only" checkbox in the 'Include' section of the Options

Name your file and hit Save

Finished!

Congratulations! You've made it to the end and you now have a host of parts to print or use in different projects. Additionally, you're now able to hide and view parts of your model that you wouldn't have otherwise seen.

If this tutorial helped you out, please like or reblog to spread the word! Blender is a beast of a program, so spread the knowledge and help the next person create big things.

#blender #blender3d #tutorial #how to #cosplay #horizon zero dawn #horizon forbidden west #aloy #shield weaver amor #apparently hitting CtrlZ while writing a post undoes way too much stuff #i spent way too long on this

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casspurrjoybell-27 · 1 year ago

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Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 42

*Warning Adult Content*

Home - Part 1

In the waiting room of Keith's private practice, Everett sits hunched in the hard chair with his elbows resting on his knees.

His hands are clasped together, his chin resting atop and his eyes are fixed on the double doors that lead to the operating room.

It's been an hour and some change since he, Gavin, and Josie arrived with Knox.

The vivid image of Knox's pale face, his still limbs, being rushed away on a stretcher by Keith is permanently burned into Everett's mind.

Now dry and flaking, Knox's blood still stains Everett's clothes... a cruel and constant reminder of Knox's close brush with death.

Everett's thoughts darken as the time ticks on.

A hollow kind of numbness has been slowly spreading its way throughout him like a virus, starting from the moment Knox fell unconscious in his arms to now.

The thought of losing Knox only amplifies the trembling of his hands, his stomach churning with a relentless blend of sadness and fear.

When Gavin clears his throat to speak, Everett blinks and returns to the present moment, looking over at the older man with a raised brow.

"It's late as hell. You two should head back to the clubhouse," Gavin suggests, one hand resting on Josie's bouncing knee.

"I'll stay here with Doc and Knox. I'm sure he's going to pull through..."

"No," Everett interrupts, his voice flat as he returns to staring forward.

They're all exhausted, hungry and frustrated.

But not enough to leave without confirmation that Knox will be okay.

"I'm not going anywhere until I see Knox again."

"Me too."

Josie rests her hands on her large belly when the baby kicks in agreement, her voice softening as she glances at her husband.

"The baby is going to be fine, so don't even give me that look. You and I both know we've been through worse."

Before Gavin can protest, his cell phone rings.

"I'll be back in a minute."

He curses under his breath as he rises from his seat to take the call.

"Now's not a good fucking time..."

Moving away for privacy, Everett faintly catches a few angry sentences.

"You tell them I said to destroy it all. Everything that those motherfuckers own, I want it all burned to the ground. Make it happen tonight."

He pauses to let the other person speak.

"Knox is still in surgery... Yeah, he got fucked up pretty bad."

"Stay positive."

Josie reaches for Everett's hand after catching the fresh wave of panic that crosses his face at Gavin's grim but truthful words.

"I know it's generic advice but I'm all out of the right words to say."

Everett barely feels her touch, his gaze still stuck on the double doors.

"We've barely had time to process losing Alvin, and then this shit happens..." she trails off with a helpless shake of her head, her eyes red-rimmed from crying.

"Just kind of getting tired of it all, you know? I mean, I knew what I was getting myself into when I committed to Gavin but... shit, living this life is goddamn hard sometimes."

Everett remains silent, only offering a nod of understanding.

There aren't many reality checks left for him to cash regarding his situation with Knox.

What he feels toward the man goes far beyond that of a basic crush.

Hell, he willingly put himself in the line of fire not long ago, knowing his life could be ended at any moment, all to help Knox and The Fallen Angels get the upper hand against their rival.

Going through all that and risking everything for someone who, at one point in time, he could barely stomach looking at... well, if that isn't love, then what the fuck is?

"Sorry about that."

Gavin returns to take his seat beside Josie.

"I don't know how much longer Doc is going to be but I can go out and grab us something to eat if either if you are hungry..."

The man of the hour makes his reappearance before Gavin can finish his sentence.

His blue medical gown has splotches of Knox's blood on it and Everett can't help but think the worst.

He rushes to meet Keith halfway, Josie and Gavin trailing closely behind him.

"Give it to us straight," Gavin starts.

"No bullshit. Did... Did he make it or not?"

"He's alive," Keith replies.

"But I had to remove his appendix and a small portion of his large intestine due to the severity of the damage. He also needed a transfusion from the blood loss. Other than that, everything else is intact and functioning normally."

"Thank God."

Relief crashes over Everett in a dizzying wave.

All the tension he'd been carrying exits his body almost as quickly as it'd come.

"I'm not... This isn't a dream, right? Knox is really going to be okay?"

"You can relax now, Everett. He's going to be just fine," Keith says, smiling.

"He'll need two to four weeks to fully recover before resuming his... normal activities. I'm sure he won't like hearing that when he wakes up but it's what his body requires."

"Really appreciate this, Doc. We'll make sure he gets the message," Gavin says, slapping a hand on the man's shoulder in gratitude.

"Thanks again for coming through on such short notice. Whatever the bill is, you know I got you covered."

Keith nods, his professionalism unwavering.

"I have no problem keeping him here for monitoring for at least the next forty-eight hours. You all can visit him now..."

He pauses to properly scan everyone's disheveled and bloodied appearance.

"But, uh, definitely get cleaned up before touching him."

"Wait, babe," Josie grabs Gavin's arm as he steps forward.

"I think we should let Everett go back first. If Knox wakes up soon, Everett will be the first something he asks about."

Josie looks at Everett and smiles.

"You know I'm right."

"I... You guys don't have to do this," Everett says, shaking his head. "We can all go back together."

"Nah, she's right, kid. He'll definitely want to see your face instead of my ugly mug," Gavin chuckles, gently pushing Everett forward.

"Have your moment."

"This way," Keith motions for Everett to follow him and Everett doesn't think twice about it.

"I remember you and I first met under similar not-so-pleasant-circumstances. You haven't been with them long, have you? The Fallen Angels?"

"Not really. Why do you ask?"

"Josie and Gavin, their expressions... while what happened with Knox is undoubtedly traumatic, they're used to this madness by now. You can see it on their faces. But you, on the other hand, it's obvious you're brand new to this. Unfamiliar."

"Your point?"

"Just be careful."

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misskasu · 2 years ago

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Module 2: Blog Assignment

Today’s digital media diary was slightly different from the one posted about two weeks ago. The first thing I usually do is check my Gmail from both accounts around 7 am. This I decided to bravely kill two birds with one stone finish this blog assignment along with the extra credit today before 7 am unlike my last post.

5:20 am - logged into Canvas. And watched " In a Nutshell Zuboff: surveillance capitalism and Democracy on YouTube, " about a 17-minute video. After watching the video, I better understand how technology has shaped our lives. I also became aware of the potential hazards of data used in our society. I am now more conscious of the importance of data privacy, even if I have nothing to hide.

YouTube link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5AvtUrHxg8A&ab_channel=AlexandervonHumboldtInstitutf%C3%BCrInternetundGesellschaft

5:40 - 6:10 Read the article "Surveillance Capitalism: What It Is and How It Impacts Democracy" and created a mind map of surveillance capitalism. Started writing an essay on the topic. Developed a thesis statement. Researched more information about this topic. Checked the essay for errors. As part of the essay, I wrote a conclusion and submitted it.

6:10 - I posted the final result online on my Tumblr page.

6:26- Responded to Melissa Radojevic by mentioning that I was aware of the issue of data metrics, and posting at such a young age was a blessing. And since then, I have taken extra steps to protect my personal information. I have also been more conscious of my content. Further, I have taken the necessary steps to ensure that my accounts are private and that I only connect with people I trust.

7: 30- 8:15 AM After I shower, I always start my morning with maintenance. I check my email out as much in the spam and check in with all the clubs and my grandmother. I like to do wordle/digits from the New Times. My Grandmother lives in Michigan, so she almost will Always do it before me and often gives me hints. But today, I finished before she did. I also cleaned out my spam from both email accounts and double-checked assignments from my other classes

10:00 am to 12:30 — Pandora (in the background)

I turn on Pandora working on while I work on today’s blog diary and take a look at the extra credit. I turn on Pandora working on while I work on today’s blog diary and look at the extra credit. I make sure to take breaks every 15 minutes to stretch and clear my head. I review the content I wrote and make any necessary changes. At 12:30, I'm done with the line, almost done polishing, fixing, and editing grammatical mistakes along the image layout before I post on my Tumblr account.

At 12:45, I'm done with the blog and publish it. I take a break to reward myself for a job well done. I grab leftovers for lunch and a cup of water before moving on to my next task with 3 episodes of Flash.

2:00 p.m. — Finished lunch break after watching 3 episodes of Netflix series (in this class, the Flash. No spoilers, please I am only on Season 2, Episode 13 I have binge watching prior to this post). After lunch, I felt energized and ready to finish the remaining tasks for the day. I then took a quick swim to get some fresh air and get back to work!

I finish up at 4:45 p.m. — Revising my to-do list for tomorrow. Some assignments take longer, especially if they are papers or essays with multiple responses to that one assignment.I try to make sure I'm done with the assignments that require a lot more effort before I leave. That way, I don't have to worry about them the next day and can focus on the smaller tasks. If I need more time, I'll stay a bit later.

5:00 p.m. — I check my emails and respond to any urgent messages.

7:30 pm - 9:00 pm - I finish this assignment and prepare for tomorrow. Didn't have time to do my daily night reading.

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quirkless-accident · 3 years ago

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Honesty is the Worst Policy

Let's hear it for drabble #50! I've been super excited for this one. Words cannot describe how much I appreciate all of you. Your support and enthusiasm makes writing these much more fun, and I'm happy that you all are as excited about these as I am!

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The day had started off normal. Great, even. But he should have known to wait for the other shoe to drop.

It happened during lunch. He had gotten a stain on his blazer, and, well, his parents already didn't like buying him things, and it's not like he could afford another. So he was doing His Best™.

He had been chatting actively with Tucker, Sam, and another one of Sam's new gen ed friends, who had reached over him to slap Tucker, and had used his arm as leverage.

But he hadn't noticed. Nobody had. Not until he had gotten slammed into a wall by Bakugou and his dumb explosions during Foundational Heroics.

"Are you okay?" Uraraka had asked, hands hovering over him.

Yeah, I'm good, is what he had tried to say. What had come out was, "No. My head hurts, I'm tired and I'm pretty sure at least one rib is broken."

That had been more than enough for him to get his ass sent to Recovery Girl. And like always, as the end of the session she asked the same question.

"Anything else, Dearie?"

And he tried to respond with his usual, "Not today! Maybe tomorrow I'll have a concussion for you!"

And then she would swat him with her cane and send him on his way. What came out, however, was nothing like that.

"Not anything you can fix. I'm kind of a biological anomaly that can't be fixed."

He fled before she could ask him questions. She would probably tell Aizawa about it later, but that honestly sounded like a future-Danny problem. Present-Danny was currently trying to get a hold of Sam.

"Aren't you at training?" She asked him.

"Bakugou broke my ribs and I had to get them fixed," he says, and he can't tell if it was against his will or not. "But something is wrong. I can't-the words that I want to say aren't coming out. I just told Recovery Girl I was essentially a freak of nature. And I didn't want to."

"Sounds like Shinjistsu accidentally activated her quirk," Sam replied. She sounds far to calm about this for Danny's liking.

"Okay. Where is she so I can turn it off?" He'll apologize for his snappiness later. Right now he needs to get his brain fixed so he doesn't accidentally spill anything terrible.

"You can't. It has to wear off on it's own. I think she said it lasted a week? Maybe a month? I'll have to double check with her. I think part of it is answering all questions directed towards you, too. Honestly, obviously."

Danny wanted to scream out in frustration, but instead of doing that, he forced himself to take deep breaths. "I'll have to give you my phone, then, just in case," he said. "And I have to tell Aizawa. Maybe if I'm lucky he'll excuse me from class until it wears off."

"Why don't you just tell him the truth?" Sam asked. "I mean, if anybody is going to believe you-and help you-it's gonna be the guy who got totaled by a Nomu for you."

"Because he might tell my parents and they already don't like me. And you know how they feel about Inviso-Bill. I don't really wanna be strapped down to a table and experimented on, Sam."

"Ugh. Right. Listen-I'm super sorry but I have to go. But talk to Aizawa, I'm sure he'll help you out."

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Sam is a big fat liar.

He had turned over his phone to her after telling Aizawa who told him he still had to attend class.

"Whatever petty teenager bullshit you have going on isn't important enough to have you skip out on class," he had said.

It wasn't too bad at first. For the first two days he wasn't asked too many questions. Not any that he wouldn't have answered honestly anyway. And when they got back to the dorms, he would hide away in his room and work on homework to avoid a mental breakdown.

Aizawa had notified all of the teachers, but none of his classmates, per Danny's request. The less questions he got, the better. And man, were they good at asking needlessly invasive questions sometimes.

It was on the third day when everything went to shit.

He was walking into class, debating on whether or not he wanted to invest in some kind of muzzle when he was hit with a question by his least favorite person.

"Danny-what bra size is your sister?" Mineta asked him from across the room. His voice carried, and nearly everybody went quiet, but Danny saw red.

"I don't know. I don't care. But if you ask me anything like that ever again," he let his eyes flash a dangerous green, "then I'll punt you into the fucking sun."

"Geez, no need so be so sensitive. Why is your quirk so creepy like that, anyway?"

"Because I'm dead."

The words had left his mouth before he could even properly process Mineta's question. And it was said with such a finality, such a certainty, that even if he hadn't been under the effects of a truth quirk, he's pretty sure a couple of them would have believed him.

"He, yeah, right," Mineta said. Danny could practically feel Mr. Aizawa's gaze on the back of his neck despite the fact that he was hiding behind his desk in his sleeping bag. "Tell us the truth."

"I am."

He's starting to think that maybe he should have let Aizawa tell the class he was under the effects of a truth quirk.

"Oh yeah?" Kaminari asked. "How'd you die?"

"I got electrocuted with millions of volts of ectoplasmic electricity and it bonded to my DNA."

There was a bark of laughter and a couple of applauds from his friends for committing to what was obviously a very hilarious bit. But the more he spoke, the more he could feel Aizawa's gaze boring into him.

But thankfully, he was saved by the bell.

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"Class dismissed," Aizawa drawled, but his sharp eyes were sitting firmly on Danny, who didn't move an inch. "Fenton, stay behind."

He wanted to punt Mineta into the sun. It hadn't been a threat when he said it earlier. It had been a promise.

The class cleared out quickly enough. His friends only lingered for a couple of moments before being dragged away by other classmates. The entire time, Danny stared at his desk, unable to look up and face his teacher.

Because Aizawa knew he had been telling the truth. Had known that he couldn't lie. And now he knew he was a freak and he was going to tell his parents, and when they found out they were going to strap him to the table in the basement and-

"Danny, breathe," Aizawa told him, stepping into his vision. Danny squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head.

"I don't need to," he said against his will. "Fuck."

If Aizawa had a problem with his swearing, he didn't show it. Instead, he sat down in the chair in front of Danny's desk and placed a warm hands over his cold, trembling ones.

"Are you okay with answering a few questions?" He asked. And, wow. Danny hadn't been expecting that. He had been expecting a full-tilt investigation into his weird tragic backstory. But Danny could see it. It was the illusion of choice, whether Aizawa saw it like that or not. He could answer yes, and spill his guts. Or he could answer no, and be pestered about it later, and with his terrible luck, he wasn't going to count on that being a time where he was vulnerable.

So he nodded his head yes.

"What did you mean by you being dead?" He asked. Danny just shrugged.

"Exactly what it sounds like," he says. "Sort of. I'm half dead."

"How did-how did you survive?" Danny didn't miss the hesitation in his voice. The uncertainty of the words coming out of his own mouth. And Danny couldn't blame him, not really. If he was Aizawa, even with a truth quirk playing a part in all of this he wouldn't believe a word he said either.

"My parents are ghost hunters and they experiment a lot with ectoplasm. I think a lifelong exposure is the only thing that saved me. Er-well, half of me, anyway."

"So your other half-your Phantom form...That's your ghost form?"

"Yeah. My superpower is dying on command."

"That's not funny."

"I'm not trying to be."

A tense silence fell between them. Danny met dark eyes, but the only thing he could see in them was genuine concern. And...And maybe Sam was right, he thinks. Because the only thing Aizawa has ever done for him is help. Whether it be from a panic attack or a walk to Recovery Girl or giving him harder course work because everything else was just to easy. He helped Danny in any way he could.

Could he help here?

Danny averted his gaze to his shoes.

They were bright red with black laces, and more bulky than the average shoe. There was only one brand that sold half-decent shoes that fit the feet of quirkless people, and they only came in one color. It was a constant reminder that he was different. Even with the power that he had now, he was still different. Because he had things that he didn't need, like an appendix, wisdom teeth, an extra toe joint.

He's seen Midoriya with the exact same pair. There was an understanding between the two, though they hadn't talked about it. Maybe after all this was over he would spill his guts to him. But right now, he needed to spill his guts to Aizawa.

Because if anybody was going to help him it was him.

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Aizawa wanted to throttle the people who hurt his kid student. From the beginning Danny's been a twitchy, anxious mess, just like Midoriya, but he had passed it off as social anxiety because he wasn't the one breaking his bones every day.

And he wasn't stupid. He noticed the shoes. He and Midoriya had the same ones. As an Underground hero he's seen more than his fair share of quirkless murders or suicides. Always young. Always powerless.

But these kids have power. Almost too much, if he was being honest. He figured that maybe they just had abnormally wide feet, and needed the extra space. But after hearing Danny's confession-about his parents, about his death, he was cursing his past self for being so ignorant. He should have looked at the signs and connected the dots a lot sooner than this.

And the worst part was that he was telling the truth. There's no way he could tell a lie.

"Why...Why didn't you say anything sooner?" Aizawa had asked him.

"Because I didn't want you telling my parents," Danny answered.

"Are you safe at home?" Fuck, was this kid abused? It happened often with quirkless kids. And he could see it being a super awkward conversation with his parents that he was just a late bloomer. A late bloomer with a quirk directly tied to their profession.

"I don't know," Danny answered. "Probably not. They're not good parents."

The words seemed to slip from him without consent, and Danny's eyes widened, as if he was just realizing this for the first time. It was a possibility-it's not uncommon for the abuser to make their victim completely rely on them, or to make them think nothing was wrong.

"If you elaborate-depending on what you say-I can get you out of their custody by the end of the week."

"Including my sister?" Danny asked. His voice was quiet, and he was suddenly met with wide, blue eyes. They looked absolutely desperate for help.

"Including your sister. So...Do you want to elaborate?"

"Yes."

"Are you okay if I record this conversation? It can be used as evidence later."

"Yes."

"Okay," Aizawa said, starting a recording on his phone. "What makes you feel unsafe in your home, Danny?"

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They had talked for hours. Long past the normal time for a teacher and a student to be speaking. Maybe he could just pass it off as a tutoring session. It was no mistake that Danny was working on more advanced math and science classes. Growing up in a lab gave you a leg up on some things, he supposes.

He was drained, and all he wanted to do was eat and go to bed. Maybe he could skip the shower and just take one in the morning. He hadn't gotten to gross from training.

He held a hand over his mouth as he let out a large yawn, while his other opened the door to the dorms. It was around dinner time, so the common room was in full swing with students milling about here and there. Danny genuinely enjoyed his time with all of them, but tonight he just didn't have the energy. Maybe he could sneak upstairs and just have a big breakfast. That could work, right?

"Hey, Danny!" Uraraka greeted. "Did your talk with Mr. Aizawa go okay? You were gone for a long time."

"Yeah, it went...Really good, actually. But I'm really tired so-"

"-What did you guys talk about?" Kaminari asked him.

"About how my abusive neglectful parents inadvertently caused my death."

"Wh...Bro, are you okay?" Several others were starring at him now, and-oh, that's right. They didn't know he was under the influence of a truth quirk.

"Not currently, no. I had a really emotionally draining conversation with Aizawa and I'm tired of being so open and vulnerable with everybody."

"Then why don't you just shut up?" Bakugou barked. He got a couple of glares from his friends for his trouble.

"Because I got hit with a truth quirk and now I'm forced to tell the truth. It'll last for another...four days? That's what Sam said, anyway."

"So if we ask you questions you have to answer truthfully?" Sero asked.

"Yeah, pretty much."

"So...You're actually...Dead?" Ashido asked him. She looked like she was about to cry.

This was going to be a long night.

"Half dead," he corrected. "It's why I have so many powers that aren't linked together."

It was strange, hearing these words coming from his own mouth. It wasn't hard to talk about with Sam and Tucker since they were there when it happened, but telling his classmates was a completely different experience. He wasn't stressed necessarily. It was just odd that his normal anxieties about being caught were overridden by the quirk.

And, maybe, there might be a small part of him that was tired of hiding. He trusted his friends. Everyone in this room, with the exception of a tiny purple menace, he trusted with his afterlife. If anybody was going to hurt him over this, it wouldn't be these guys.

"What was your quirk before you died, kero?" Tsu asked.

"I didn't have one," Danny answered automatically, and okay. Maybe things would change now. Because he definitely didn't want people knowing that.

He noticed the way Midoriya and Bakugou flinched, but it was missed by everybody else, who's attention were all laser focused on him.

The class was stunned into silence. The only sounds they could hear was Danny's rapid, panicked breathing. He didn't want this. He didn't want to talk about his quirklessness. It had caused so many problems for him his entire life. Why was talking about his death easier than that?

He would have to answer that question later. Because now, he was too distracted by Midoriya standing up. He slowly walked over, and when he got to be arms length, he held them out.

His arms were littered in self-inflicted scars from his bones breaking over and over, but with his sleeves riding up, he could see the edges of starburst scars and permanent red handprints.

Danny opened his own arms out, and Midoriya crashed into him. His ribs were thankfully fully healed. otherwise the hug would have been painful with how tightly Midoriya was squeezing him.

He's not sure how long they stood there for. It could have been seconds or minutes, but he didn't care. The only thing he cared about was finding comfort with the one other person in this entire school who could understand him.

Because being quirkless in a world full of superheroes was a fate worth than death.

It was abusive parents. It was being berated every day by peers. It was hard fists and brutal kicks in back alleys. It was the threat of death looming over their heads every time they were out and about. It was the ache in their chests when they read an article about another quirkless death. It was the silent mourning as peers mocked the dead the next day and pretending that it didn't bother you. It was starring over the edge of a roof and thinking, maybe today's the day. And, unless your last name was Fenton or Midoriya, it was unescapable.

At least with death, he had been, in a way, set free. Because now, he knew where he was going when he finally passed. The illusion of peace was broken right alongside him when he activated that dumb portal.

Eventually he and Midoriya let go. Unsurprisingly, Midoriya has tears in his eyes, but he's got a small, watery smile, and Danny thinks that, yeah, with someone who understand by his side, this will be easier.

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The rest of the week is a little rough. The class did not take his death as lightly as he thought they would. Thankfully they had banned Mineta from even being in the room. And they had promised not to tell anybody outside of the class.

And though things were a little weird, it wasn't all bad. Aizawa, as promised, had gotten custody of him and Jazz. Over breaks and some weekends, they would be staying with him. And Hagakure, who's been pestering him about his nonexistent love life since the start of school, finally got him to confess about his crush. Danny avoided her for the rest of the week, and prayed to whoever was in the sky that she didn't spill the beans.

Todoroki was, oddly enough, a silent comfort. Whenever things were getting to be too much he would ask Danny to help him out with something random. In the end, they would just sit in one of their rooms and sit in a comfortable silence, or sometimes they would invite Izuku-because that's who he was to Danny now-and they would talk about shitty fathers with unrealistic expectations.

Danny found the whole ordeal oddly freeing. It was like he could breath properly again for the first time since he got his powers. He hadn't realized how much those secrets sat in the back of his mind, taunting him about his peer's reactions. But now that it was out in the open, there wasn't anything to fear. Not really. The people who knew all cared about him, in their own ways, and he trusted that they would protect his secret.

After all his dirty laundry was aired out, the rest of the week wasn't super terrible. But the best part was when how he found out the quirk wore off.

It was a bright Saturday, filled with a warm breeze and laughing classmates as they all hung out in their various friend groups. The girls were having a picnic, Kaminari, Kirishima, and Sero were actively trying to piss Bakugou off, and Midoriya and Uraraka were laughing at something Ida had said-and judging by the boy's face, he had no idea what was so funny, which sent his friends into another round of hysterics.

Sam, Tucker, Shinsou, and Shinjitsu, who had apologized profusely, sat with him under the shade of a tree. He was half-asleep next to Shinsou, laying in the soft grass and being lulled to sleep by the sounds of Sam talking and Tucker tinkering.

Hagakure, Jirou, and Momo walk up to them, all looking a little too smug.

"So, we Danny, we were talking about what you said to Mineta a few days ago," Jirou says, and wow, she's not trying to hide her mirth at all.

"Which part?" Danny asked, still half asleep.

"When you said you would punt him into the sun," Hagakure said excitedly. "You were under the truth quirk. Does that mean you can really do that?"

"No, I was just talking out of my ass," Danny said. The sarcasm was more of a reflex than anything, but it was enough for him to jolt upright a moment later.

"Hagakure, gimme a lie."

"Uh, you can't punt Mineta into the sun?"

"I can't pun Mineta into the sun," Danny repeated. He couldn't keep the grin off of his face as he jumped up. Without warning he picked up Hagakure excitedly. He repeated the phrase, growing louder every time he said it. The attention of his classmates were on him again, more confused than anything.

"I don't see why you're cheering about that," Uraraka tells him. Danny sets Hagakure down and runs over.

"It means I can lie again! I'm more than capable of punting him into the sun but now I can say I can't!"

In all his excitement, he wound up in a jumping circle with all of the girls, save for Jirou and Momo, who had a finger on her chin in deep though.

And after, Danny will be pestered about how he can go to space, unharmed. About how, yes, he doesn't need to breath in his ghost form, he's dead, so he can last long enough to get to the sun. And Aizawa will give him a half-concerned raised eyebrow and makes him promise to not actually commit to such an act.

And later he will also have to go to court against his parents and admit to them that he is no longer fully human. He will have Aizawa and Jazz by his side, as well as Nezu. And he will fight great, wonderful battles that bring the rest of them to their knees, but Danny has always been stubborn, so he refuses to go down. And when the ash will settle, he will stand tall as a glowing beacon of hope.

But that's for future Danny to worry about.

Right now, Present Danny is just excited that he can punt Mineta into the sun.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #truth quirk #izuku midoriya #deku #red shoe theory #shouta aizawa #eraserhead #dadzawa #boku no academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #dp mha crossover #tw: sui mention

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moinstar · 3 years ago

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Moin MC x Diavolo (self-indulgent fic)

The hallways echoed with the inconsistent sound of heels clopping against tiles. The young human slowed in her steps, leaning against the wall. Some of her reddish bangs had been plastered on her sweaty forehead and she had closed her eyes as she took another deep breath. She swallowed heavily and clutched at her chest. Her rapid heartbeat pounding on her ears: making the quiet hallway deafening to her. She tried to keep the tears from falling as she walked slowly towards the nearby restroom, her thoughts spiraled with a raging storm.

(I know that I wasn't like them. I have a lot to learn. Why does the professor need to single me out and make me feel dumb?)

(Mammon's also not listening, why am I the one getting all the laughs and mockery? Is it because I'm human?)

(I'm trying to study silently and just pass this year without any issues. I want to live peacefully. But I guess not all demons are actually good. I mean, they're demons for fuck's sake. I should've know better.)

(Why, of all people, did I get picked anyways? Solomon is a sorcerer, I'm not. I'm not special. I've always been a second option. Maybe they made a mistake and I'll just be brought back to the human realm soon. Or, maybe they'll eat me afterwards since I knew about the demon realm?)

(I'm just average. Lucifer will get disappointed. Lord Diavolo will be disappointed. Everyone thinks of me as a potential food. I just wish they'd just get over it and eat me now. I'm just a burden. I never wanted this. I don't know who to live for.)

As her knees buckled and her tears fell, a warm chest cushioned her fall. Fearing that her wish might've been heard, she gasped and struggled to get out of the person's hold. Through her blurry vision, everywhere was red and a bit of black and gold.

"-ay?" The voice was inaudible as she fought to regain her senses. However, the deafening sound of her heartbeat got too painful so she clutched her chest to try and regulate her breathing. The person stood in front of her and hesitantly patted her back, running his warm hands to her tensed shoulders.

"-in... -oin..."

(Please let me die. Please let me die. Please eat me. Please let me be. I want to disappear. I don't want to think about anything else.)

"Breathe." His firm hand rested by her left jaw. His large palm cradling her neck up to her jaw, fingers tangled to her wet red locks. He was letting her hold his other hand in a tight grip, providing an anchor.

He patiently waited as she tried to breathe normally. His hand left her face and massaged the one that was gripping at his, continuously speaking encouraging words.

As soon as she regained her normality, she recognized the young prince kneeling in front of her with a worrying look in his eyes. He was still massaging the hand that was gripping his.

"Have you calmed down, Moin?" His soothing voice made her alarmed.

"I-I-I... I'm s-sorry. I was... I'm sorry for the trouble, s-sir," she stuttered as she tried to stand up but her legs wouldn't move from the numbness that overtook while sitting by the hallway.

"What happened? Did someone hurt you?"

She shook her head. She wanted to explain more but the stuttering made her feel ridiculous. She slowly withdrew her hand and clutched it to the hem of her coat. The tingle of warmth subsides and she almost wanted to hold his hand again. Almost.

"Are you sure?" She nodded, looking away and hid her tear-streaked eyes behind her bangs.

Diavolo stood up and offered a hand. She took it but her body felt heavy and numb that she barely lifted herself.

"I... I..." Her face shifted to terror, afraid of being stuck sitting in the hallway in a weakened state, unable to protect herself from demons who would harm her.

"I'll take you to the infirmary. You're not well." Just as he was about to lift her up, she shook her head and leaned away from his arms. He was about to ask why but she beat him to it.

"Back... I look h-horrible so can you... carry me on your back?"

She didn't want anyone to look at her even more. Her anxiety of being seen by the prince himself in this weakened state doubled.

(What if Lord Diavolo thinks I'm not fit for this program anymore? Is he going to discard me somewhere?)

(Ahhh! I'm so embarrassed. I got tears and snot all over. I look ugly. The prince will definitely think I'm disgusting. Who breaksdown in the middle of classes anyway?)

He turned, his backside facing her, and said, "Can you manage?"

She wiped her tears and sniffed, nodding and crawled towards him. Grabbing his shoulders, she dragged herself towards his back and encircled her arms by his neck. He grabs her thighs and positioned it on his sides as he slowly stood carefully. She tightened her grip, feeling like she didn't properly situated herself on his back. Diavolo bounced her once to fix her position and she yelped as she buried her face to the soft cape connecting to the back of his collar.

"I apologize. You were falling." He looked over his shoulder to check to see if she was okay. Her face was still buried and she inhaled deeply at his comforting scent.

Receiving no response from her, he started walking down the hallway.

"Thank... you." She breathed as his rocking steps lulled her to slumber.

The prince smiled at that, glad to know he helped her in a way. As he rounded the corner, he almost bumped into Lucifer.

"Diavolo! Where have you-"

He shushed him before the black haired man could even yell more at him. Lucifer raised an eyebrow and shifted his look to the person he's carrying on his back.

"Moin? Why is she sleeping on your back?"

"She wasn't well when I saw her. I didn't know what happened but she was in distress. I got her to calm down and now I'm taking her to the infirmary to be checked up." He whispered as he continued to walk. Lucifer catching up to his side.

He studied her puffy eyes and sweaty face. It wasn't the composed girl he used to see in his day by day. The Moin he knew was always smiling and naive. Even amidst the chaotic banters and conversations that he and his brothers have, she's the only person who stood quietly, listening to each and every person's voice. To him, he thinks she's like a lighthouse among the raging storm by the sea. And now, looking at her weakened state, that image crumbled along with it. He wasn't disappointed, per se. He was surprised that he got to see a new side of her that she wouldn't normally show to them.

"Lucifer, can you put her to bed?"

Diavolo's voice snapped him out of his trance and immediately prepared the bed. As he turned to get her off of the prince's back, he took a moment to wipe her dried tears. Lucifer proceeded to hook his arms behind her head then under her thighs and carried her gently to the bed. This is the first time he held her close but, for some reason, it didn't feel comfortable.

At the back of his mind, a long lost memory began to nudge his thoughts.

"We still need to take care of things, Diavolo." He rose and reached for his phone. "I'll message Mammon so he can watch over Moin for the time being."

The man in the red uniform approached the sleeping human. Touching her forehead, he couldn't make out if she's feeling feverish but her sweat never ceased forming. He unbuttoned her coat and carefully removed it on her person. After hanging her coat, he proceeded to tuck the blanket just until under her chin. With one last look at her form, he went out of the room.

"She's very diligent, no?" It wasn't a question. Merely to compliment her in front of the stoic man while on their way.

Lucifer hummed in approval. "My brothers had taken a liking to her. I appreciate the extra hand in keeping them in line."

"And? Haven't you also taken a liking to her too? Whenever she's around, there's gentleness around you."

He huffed. "Do you want me to be harsh to them? What are you implying?"

Diavolo's golden eyes gaze upon his red ruby ones, as if searching for an answer. The momentary silence made Lucifer glance at his companion.

"She's tolerable. Aside from her ever wandering curiousity that puts her into trouble, I... don't really dislike her."

The young prince smiled, quite happy even with the curt reply.

(Quite the growing family.) He thought as he gazed at his left hand, indented with half moons on his ring finger.

#obey me diavolo #obey me mc #moin mc #obey me lucifer #self-indulgent shit #fanfic #so forgive my noob-ass fic writing #also thanks to Rei for proofreading #tw deppressive thoughts

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baeklination · 3 years ago

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🎃 Being

Date: 211001

Warnings: it starts smutty (not explicit wording) so eyes closed if you're too young!, if you're a terrible scaredy-cat (particularly of the dark) you might want to skip this.

Characters: Baekhyun, Reader

WC: 1,2k

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The pillows your hands crush, your head buries in; the wrinkled sheets and plush covers; the bluish light covering everything, it's all yours. You're in your own bed - it's a lucid dream. Aware enough to enjoy, but away enough to just let it happen.

The pulsing against your ass, the image of his crisp shirt hanging open at your sides, his dewy, blonde hair dangling to-and-fro, the creaking of the bed posts and his wet breathing - it's all in a delicious delirium.

"I've … been waiting to have you…", he whispers, ripping his shirt off, laying down.

His weight feels good on your back, his hungry grinding and touching are sensual euphoria. Kissing you behind the ear, a scent travels to your nostrils. Difficult to put your finger on, but off, somehow. Seeming to be released by his continuous rubbing against you, a smell - stench - overcomes the room. It's putrid. Mushed oranges green with mildew, a soiled diaper, puss from an infected wound. The atmosphere grows dark and heavy; you squirm to get away, rocking back and forth but unable to speak. You have to wake up. Have to. Screaming internally you, thankfully, feel the electric buzzing over your skin - you're going up.

"No, wait for me", he begs, acidic saliva running down your neck.

Pong…

Your skin settling down, you look out over the bedroom - you're awake. With a crushing feeling around your heart you take a few breaths "you're okay, you're okay…".

"Ugh…"

You pinch your nose and snort, trying to get the remnants of the stench out, but failing, you start to get up. Pushing your foot over the edge of the bed something...

An uneasy feeling in your gut mixes with a reasonable one in your head "just look so you can feel ridiculous". Hanging your head down you peer into the darkness...nothing. You sigh, but look some more. Two feet in, like yellow beads, eyes appear, looking straight at you. Screaming at the top of your lungs you throw yourself into the headboard, seeing a dark, not entirely solid figure dash out of the bedroom. Jumping out of bed, leg getting tangled in your covers, you crash violently into the radiator, ribs first. Doubling over, cradling yourself from the jarring pain you find the chord to your lamp, but in your panic pull it down on the floor, the bulb shattering at your feet. Keeping your eyes fixed on the doorway you feel for your phone on the nightstand and, locating it, stand up to push the window open just as you hear your door get pummeled. Crying out from the pain, you squeeze your body through the gap and topple onto the fire escape, the harsh metal digging into your body, a chilling breeze blowing through the bars. Peering over the edge into your room, dialing emergency services, the hallway lights up and a figure rushes to the doorway calling your name; Kee, your neighbour, with panic in his face and a hammer at the ready in his hand.

•

"And you say the door was locked when you tried. You're sure?", the officer asks Kee.

"Yeah, I had to bust it open. No way it was unlocked."

After refusing to set foot in the apartment Kee had gone out to the fire escape, helping you down on your wobbly legs and taken you to his place. Not at ease with the proximity to which he lived to you - the paradox being that he managed to help because of it - he carefully looked in every nook and cranny, turning on the lights in every room before you moved away from the wall to sit down.

Relaying what had happened, not leaving any part out, but also not a hundred percent positive things had really been the way you had perceived them; were the eyes really yellow? They were, but...ye-llow..? Did the dream have anything to do with it? You'd been fully clothed when you woke up, so there was no doubt about it being a dream, but the stench…

Luckily he believed you and wondered about it the same as you. Making a huge cup of chamomile tea, looking over your ribs (his unused nurses degree coming to use) and deciding they probably weren't fractured, you waited for the police to arrive.

"M-hm… Miss, did you have anything to drink before going to bed?"

Flabbergasted, yet knowing this was coming - "hey mister policeman, a shadowy figure with yellow eyes was hiding under my bed" - you wouldn't believe it either, you stick to your guns.

"No, nothing. And no drugs, prescription or otherwise."

"Nothing over-the-counter..?"

"Are you kidding me..!", Kee bursts out. "Look at her! I found her on the goddamn fire escape in her pyjamas! Broke down the door 'cus of her screaming..!"

"Sir, you need to calm down…"

"Ca-! You're acting like she-"

"Kee!", you hiss, pulling at his t-shirt.

"- had a bad dream and called the cops!"

"If you don't calm down, sir...", the officer warns him again, casually putting his hand on his cuffs. "I'll have to remove you. Now, is that what you want?"

Incensed, Kee's eyes grow large and his jaw flies open, but realising you'll be left alone if he says another word he shuts his eyes, composing himself.

"Now… Have you been getting any strange phone calls, messages from anyone..?"

"No", you shake your head.

"Notice anything missing from your home? Things out of place..?"

"Ehm...no… I don't think so. I don't have a stalker, if that's what you mean."

"Just checking all the boxes, Miss. Sometimes we don't notice until we think about it closer."

•

"I don't think they'll find him…", you sigh, propping up your pillows, adrenaline giving way to drowsiness.

"Him..?"

"It. The thing, being. What ever it was."

"If it got scared off by you, then maybe he- it is gone for good..? I don't think you have to worry-"

"No, don't!", you protest, when he flicks the living room light off.

"Sorry, force of habit. But you can stay here as long as you want. I'll grab some stuff from your place tomorrow..?"

You nod, check under the bed for the gazillionth time, then get into it.

"Do you want me to stay up until you fall asleep?"

"Yes. But no. But face my way."

Searching the net for every and any story similar to yours might not be the best way to fall asleep, but you reckon you won't anyway so you stare at your phone for two hours. Eventually Kee's soft puffing works lullaby magic on you. Not enough to knock you out, but enough to make you put away your phone and pull the covers to your chin, looking at the little bits and bobs he's decorated his bedroom with. Looking at his poster you smile; it was given to him as a joke, minding his sometimes quick temper: a bright, computer animated sun with the words "remember, the sun is always shini-'' the flat goes pitch black.

"Kee!", you hiss, accidentally hitting him in the face going for his arm.

"Aoh, wha- shit", he whispers, sitting up.

Absolute darkness.

You grab onto his t-shirt, your chest a vacuum, tears burning behind your eyes...

#baekhyun scenario #baekhyun #halloween special

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raendown · 4 years ago

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I return from the dead with a fic that isn't even for the Naruto fandom and I don't really have an explanation for myself.

Pairing: SamBucky Word count: 2317 Fandom: MCU Summary: Visiting Steve was always strange now that the guy was old and retired. Still, of all the things Sam expected out of today, witnessing a prime example of gay panic from the co-worker that's been mysteriously avoiding him was not one of them.

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Honestly, the fact that Steve's house smelled like prunes was probably one of the funniest things that Sam had ever heard in his life. More than anything he would have loved to go back in time, to the days of reading about glorified heroes in history textbooks, and tell his fifteen year old self that Captain America, Steve Rogers, retired in a house that smelled like prunes. God, his best friend just had to throw himself in to being old the way he threw himself in to everything else.

"Is there a special reason for you visiting?" Steve's voice was more tremulous these days, less steady but no less warm. Just hearing him again after the shameful amount of weeks it had been since his last visit made Sam grin.

"Nah, just thought I'd pop in and see if you'd expired yet. Your birthday's coming up. Gonna be, what, three hundred? A thousand?"

Steve narrowed his eyes but there was fondness in them so it wasn't very scary even if he could probably still tackle Sam across the room if he wanted to. At this point it would hurt him too but he could do it. "You, young man, are-"

He looked chagrined at himself when Sam cut him off with a laugh.

"You shitting me? Did you really just call me young man? See if I ever let you live that down."

His friend grumbled but accepted the teasing as his due. That was just what he got for going back in time and doubling down on being so much older than his own best friends.

Since it had indeed been a little too long after they last saw each other there was quite a bit of catching up for them to do. Over cool glasses of sweet tea and a plate of cookies the two of them spent a pleasant couple of hours shooting the shit until Sam could almost forget the years that stretched between them now. It was jarring, sometimes, looking away from those clear blue eyes to realize all over again just how many wrinkles they were set in. Sometimes he hated it. Other times he could only smile to know that at least one of their ragtag bunch had found the peace they were looking for.

Eventually all that sweet tea went right to his bladder and Sam excused himself to use the bathroom. When he returned he took in the sight of his friend all snug under one of the blankets his late wife had knit and sighed, feeling maudlin suddenly for no good reason.

"I should probably get out of your hair," he said. "Let you get in your afternoon nap or whatever. No, stay there man, I'll clean up." His smile was easy as he snagged the dishes from their grazing and hauled it all over to the kitchen.

"You sure?" Steve's voice floated after him. "Nothing else you want to get off your chest?"

"Huh?"

Sam frowned at the cups he'd just placed in the sink, running back through his mind. They'd talked about pretty much everything he could think of.

"You didn't mention Buck once, you know. I thought the two of you were friends now."

"Ah. Yeah. So did I." The corners of his mouth twisted with a little bitterness, a little confusion. After everything they'd been through and the number of times Bucky had accepted his invitations down to Delacroix he'd thought they were well past the point of calling themselves friends. Maybe he himself felt something a little more than that but he knew better than to push.

That was probably why Bucky's sudden radio silence hurt so much though.

"Trouble in paradise?" Steve called from the other room and Sam snorted.

“Shit, I don’t know. One minute we’re fine and the next he just up and disappears on me again. I may or may not have checked a bunch of obituaries for your name just in case because I have no idea what I might have done to piss him off.” Sam pursed his lips. He’s already gone over all this with Sarah a half dozen times and in all the recounts he’d done of their last couple missions he still couldn’t find any particularly bad moment between him and his best friend. Unfortunately the sweet tea he was glaring at didn’t have any answers either so he snatched the pitcher up and moved to put it in the fridge.

“Have you tried, oh I don’t know, asking him what’s wrong?”

“You think I didn’t try that?”

Steve’s hum drifted down the hallway with a distinct note of sass. “Neither one of you is very famous for your communication.”

“Excuse you, I was a counselor. A certified veteran’s counselor. Communicating with people was literally my job until your overly buff ass came running around all ‘on your left’ and ‘everyone I know is trying to kill me’.” Sam huffed as he snapped the fridge closed. “I damn well tried to talk to him but he’s not answering my texts or my calls. Short of breaking in to his apartment I don’t really know what else you want me to do.”

Without any other excuses to keep him in the kitchen Sam heaved a sigh, knowing he couldn’t dawdle any longer. He could only get to the door by going though the living room so his choices were either run away out the back, which he would never ever hear the end of, or go back in to the living room and face Steve with his stupidly wise and knowing eyes. Seriously, let a guy live to almost two hundred and suddenly he thought he knew everything. Annoying was what it was.

He was only halfway down the hall when he heard the front door open. Sam very carefully swallowed down the jibe he’d just been about to deliver and hoped that meant what he thought it meant. Maybe Steve had finally gone vague after all and bailed in the middle of their conversation; he’d rather chase a crazy old coot down the street than talk about his feelings regarding one James Buchanan Barnes. Actually if he looked at it from the right angle then chasing an old coot down the street was pretty much his job description whenever he and his partner teamed up on missions. Sam was just glad they hadn’t been called in to one since this whole silent treatment had started because he wasn’t sure he wanted to know whether or not Bucky would still have his back even when the guy was mad at him over reasons unknown.

Two more steps and Sam froze in his tracks, eyes wide with disbelief. Bucky’s shoulders were hunched in to himself with something bridling on panic as he fit himself through the front door and kicked it shut behind himself, eyes wild and fixed on the ground between his feet, nervous energy pouring out of him in a way Sam hadn’t seen before. From his spot on the couch Steve watched his childhood friend let himself in with serene indifference.

“Didn’t know you’d be over today,” was all he said. Then he smiled benignly when Bucky let out a soft whine.

“Help,” Bucky pleaded. “I’m dying.”

Then Bucky slid down to his knees and face planted in the carpet, arms and legs splaying out wide. Steve hummed.

“You know,” he murmured, “no one ever believes me when I tell them you’re this dramatic.”

“Steve! I’m having a crisis!”

“I tell everyone you’re a drama queen and they just shake their heads at me.”

“This is important! You have to kill me, Steve. Or I’m gonna just- just-!” Bucky’s voice petered out with another extended whine muffled by the carpet that probably didn’t smell any better from that close up.

Crossing one leg over the other, Steve folded his hands in his lap with a great lack of concern for the ridiculous scene playing out before him. Sam remained frozen in the hallway, wondering if Bucky even realized he was there, but he got an answer to that almost faster than if he’d bothered to ask himself.

“What’s wrong, pal?”

“It’s Sam!” Bucky cried. His arms lifted up like wings to flail briefly before falling back to the floor in a boneless sprawl. “Please just crush my head or something. I can’t take this.”

“Ah, yes, I hear you’ve been avoiding him.”

Whatever kind of noise Bucky was trying to make, it came out sounding more like he was choking on carpet fumes. “Of course I’m avoiding him!”

“Now why on earth would you do that?”

“I want to stick my tongue in the gap between his teeth!” Bucky said, entirely unaware of the sparks that were suddenly running up Sam’s spine in the hallway. “Help me, Steve! I want to press my thumb in the little dimple on his back. He has a dimple on his back! Why!? Steve I want to hold his hand! What the fuck!”

Steve had both eyebrows up near his hairline and the most shit eating grin any human on the planet had ever worn when he turned his head to look at Sam. Frozen with his eyes on the figure currently panicking in to the floor, Sam paid him no attention. He was busy processing. After getting to know Bucky, inviting him to stay in Delacroix time and time again, the dramatics weren’t actually that much of a surprise. Obviously as they grew closer he’d gotten a number of glimpses in to who the real Bucky Barnes was under the grouchy veneer he presented to the world. Watching him starfish on the ground and whine wasn’t too far from what he’d already seen.

Hearing him say anything about his tongue in conjecture with Sam’s teeth, on the other hand, now that was a bit unexpected. More than a bit.

“I think Shuri called this ‘gay panic’ and honestly I’m in agreement,” Bucky went on mindlessly. “If I have to watch him go through one more workout and not grab his ass with both hands then I’m just going to rip both of them off. Who needs hands if I cannot grab Sam Wilson’s ass with them!?”

“You may be slightly exaggerating the situation, I feel,” Steve told him.

Bucky snorted. “I am not. I absolutely am not. Why is he so hot? And nice? I hate that. Except I don’t. Steve why is he so nice to me?”

“That might be a question you should ask him.”

“Oh yeah, sure, I’ve got lots of questions for him! Hey Sam, why are you nice to me? Hey Sam, can I lick your cheekbones? Hey Sam, how big is your cock?”

“Well. Not that I’ve ever thought to ask that myself but, alright. Go on, Sam, how big is it?”

Sam had just enough time to cross his arms over his chest and assume a very casual pose leaning against the wall beside him before Bucky’s head shot up off the carpet. If possible, his eyes were even more wild than before when he fixed them on Steve, full of the deepest betrayal. Then he very slowly dragged them sideways to see the man he’d just been panicking over. Sam gave him a very friendly smile.

“Depends on your frame of reference,” he admitted. “I’d say sizeable.”

“Nnnggggg.”

“Hi Buck.”

“Ggnnn.”

While Steve very poorly disguised a laugh behind one hand, Sam pushed off from the wall and sauntered further in to the living room. Bucky slammed his face back in to the carpet.

“Leave me here to die,” he pleaded in a very small voice. Sam tutted, reaching for the front door, only looking over his shoulder once he was halfway through it.

“Come on, Buck, can’t lick my cheekbones if you don’t get off the floor. It was a nice visit, Steve, but don’t be looking out your front curtains for a bit. I think I’ll let Bucky decide for himself what sizeable means.” He thanked god for the mercy of Steve’s house being situated out here so far from any other homes, surrounded on all sides by enough trees that you couldn’t see it from the road. A gorgeous little island of privacy. Sam was fairly sure he wasn’t the only one grateful for this, judging by the mad scrambling noises he could hear going on behind him.

Bucky’s voice garbled out something that sounded like ‘fuck you, thank you, bye forever’ and then Sam was listening to the slam of the front door barely a second before strong hands were wrapping themselves around his hips. He laughed even as Bucky’s face came in to view.

“Greatest assassin of several generations and you didn't notice my truck in the driveway?” he said.

“I may have been a bit distracted.” That was definitely a pout on Bucky’s lips.

“By being so hot for all of this”-Sam gestured vaguely down his own body-“that you literally ceased being able to function.”

He didn’t expect such easy agreement as the sheepish nod that followed his words. “Pretty much.”

Sam blinked slowly once, twice. For one long moment he considered teasing the man. Then he decided that their time was much better spent doing things they’d both obviously been wanting to do while assuming they would never get the chance.

“I was promised a tongue in my teeth. Are you gonna get to that any time soon or am I gonna sit here and pine some more for something I apparently could have had all along?”

Bucky keened piteously. Then he surged forward to follow through on his own promises and Sam really hoped that Steve had taken his words to heart about the curtains. The man was way too old to be seeing all the ways they were about to defile the side of this truck.

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miss-dr-reid · 4 years ago

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This is calm, and it's, Doctor #9

TW, there is some DV in here and a hospital visit.

As we pulled into the street where the icecream shop is, I saw someone I recognised and my stomach churned. It was my ex. I hadn't told anyone at work about him, yet.

"What's up?" Derek asked. I didn't even realise I had gone stuff until I breathed, glancing at Derek quickly.

"My ex.. he's over there with a mate..." I said quietly, looking in the direction of the one person I hoped to never see again.

"We don't have to get icecream of you don't want." He reassured, placing his hand on my upper arm, rubbing lightly with his thumb.

"No- um- actually... I have a plan. I'll need you guys to help though, if that's okay?" I devised a plan with the boys after finding a park. They both willingly agreed, eager to help out a friend with some pretty revenge.

I got out of the cat and headed to the icecream shop, where my ex was, sitting at a table outside of it. As I got closer, he made a comment, just as I expected.

"Damn, Y/N, you want me back that bad you followed me all the way out here?" Cain retorted, tapping his mate on the arm.

"Well no, actually. Last I heard of you was from the girl you cheated on me with. She told me you kept yelling my name while you guys did the dirty in OUR bed." I clapped back. I whipped my hair behind my shoulders, signalling the boys, I knew what I said would run Cain the wrong way.

He pushed himself up, to get out of his chair when Derek's hand pressed him back down by his shoulder, Spencer's arm draping over one of my shoulders.

"Is there a problem here?" Derek said, staring straight in to Cain's eyes, his mate shifting uncomfortable in his seat.

Cain was not a big guy by any means, bigger than me, but tiny next to Derek.

"Who are you, her boyfriend?" Cain demanded, basically a spitting in Derek's face.

"I'm more to her then you'll ever be. If you cause her any more trouble, I'll make you regret everything you've ever done to her. I can promise you that." Derek's voice stern and low, his grip tightening slightly on Cain's shoulder.

Seeing Cain so uncomfortable was quite pleasing. He didn't say anything, Derek squeezed his shoulder one last time before nodding, releasing him and walking over to us, linking elbows with me. We walked inside the shop and everyone let go. I thanked both of the guys and insisted on paying for icecream, as a thanks for helping me out.

They insisted it was no big deal, defending their family is what they do. I loved hearing that o was becoming part of the B.A.U family.

I ordered the icecream, paid and we each connected our own and headed back toward the car. We sat on the curb, eating our delicious desserts. We didn't say much, just sat and ate. I felt so small sitting between these two guys. I was so happy to just be there with them.

Suddenly, I was going face first into my icecream, which was splattered all over the side of my car as a sudden jolt came through my back. I didn't realise what had happened. I could hear Derek yelling as hands supported my head while I laid back. Spencer's voice filled my ears as everything went dark.

I woke up, rocking slightly. I monitor beeping and people talking. I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids were so heavy, they felt glued. My hand felt funny, I tried moving it and discovered that it was encased by another hand. I squeezed as hard as I could.

"Y/N!" Spencer's voice filled my ears once again. I managed to half open my eyes, softly smiling up at him. "We're on the way to the hospital. Your ex kicked you while we were eating icecream and Derek chased after him." His voice soft and full of concern.

'Now I owe them double, of not triple for the shit they've dealt with today' I thought to myself, forever grateful that these two are in my life.

We arrived at the hospital not long later. Spencer wasn't allowed in for the x-ray, so he was left in the waiting room. After the x-ray was done, I was moved to a room. After a few minutes, a doctor came in, Spencer in toe, who stood next to the doctor, listening to his every word.

"You'll need to be careful with your nose over the next week, it's broken. Otherwise, your head and spine are fine and you'll be able to go after you've been patched up and kept for observation." He removed the c-collar from my neck and sat the bed up, "A nurse will be in soon to fix your nose." And with that, he left.

Spencer sat in the chair next to the bed and handed me his phone with the camera open.

I took it and looked at myself. I was a mess. There was crusted blood staining under my nose, around my nostrils and mouth.

"This is going to look so bad tomorrow." I said quietly to myself. Even though there wasn't much of a bruise right now, the second day is always worse. Spencer sighed at my comment as I say there still checking myself out. The phone started vibrating, Derek's name popping up on the screen.

"You're on speaker, Mr. Hero." I said to the phone.

"Hey buddy, it's good to hear your voice," he started, "I'll be there in a minute. Just finished giving my statement to the police. I'm see you soon. Also, I told the rest of the team and they're also coming. See you soon, kiddo." He hung up.

The doctor came back with a nurse. Spencer was allowed to stay for the packing and fixing of my nose. The laid the bed back, Spencer on one side of me, the doctor in front of him and the nurse on the other side. Being laid out in front of people touching me made me feel so uneasy, I didn't realise I was tense until Spencer placed his hand on my shoulder.

"Stay as still as you can, this will be quite uncomfortable." The doctor mentioned, and the nurse picked up some gauze off the tray they'd brought in. I grabbed Spencer's hand off my shoulder and held it in mine. I closed my eyes and breathed out through my nose as one set of fingers pressed on the bridge of my nose while gauze was being stuffed up my nostrils. The nurse finished up and I breathed out deeply, I had become so tense while being under her hands that my whole body had basically seized. They sat up the bed and left, going to organise my discharge papers.

Almost as soon as they had left, the whole teamed walked in. Everyone had looks of concern on their faces, giving my sympathetic smiles. Spencer stood up and moved away as Garcia was making her way over to me.

"You gave us a scare, chook." She said, pulling me into a hug. JJ came down the other side of the bed and pulled me into a hug once Garcia had let go. She offered me a wet wipe, which I graciously accepted. I carefully wiped the bottom of my nose and around my lips, trying to remember where the blood had crusted on my face.

"As much good as they do, it wouldn't hurt to clean up a little bit..." She commented, seeing the stained blood on various parts of my face.

"Glad to see you're alright." Emily called from her spot between Hotch and Derek.

I thanked everyone and tried out my most convincing smile, which only got sympathy smiles in return.

"You wouldn't be okay if Pretty Boy was there. He caught your head before you fell back onto the concrete." Derek commended, gesturing at Spence, who's face started glowing red. I mustered up the best thanks I could for him, I was genuinely grateful. "Although, someone had to chase the bad guy...." Derek continued, detailing about what happened.

He told us that I was kicked in the back of the head, my icecream being thrown onto the side of my car, with my face following - thinking back, I remember the crunch my nose made when my face slammed into the side of my car.

HE told us that he immediately dropped his own icecream to jump up and start chasing the guy who had decided to leg it (not surprised). He chased the guy into an alley, yelling at him to stop.

'Stop! FBI!' he had shouted. The guy had managed to get himself cornered and stupidly turned to Derek and tried to fight him. Derek recognised the guy as Cain. As a punch was thrown, Derek dodged, grabbed Cain and pushed him to the ground, holding him there until police arrived.

Hearing the story, I was surprised to hear Cain didn't pull a knife out, it was his go-to weapon of choice. I was happy to hear he was finally arrested. After some more questions, Hotch went home to be with Jack.

The doctor came back with the papers and I was allowed to go. Even though I insisted that I was fine to drive, no one was letting that happen. I also had to have someone stay with me for the night, to make sure everything was alright, apparently. JJ couldn't, she had her family. Derek insisted he was busy with 'things'. Garcia had to get back to Kevin, Emily to Sergio, which left Spencer. It was agreed that he would drive me home in my car, and we had to take Derek back to his car on our way.

I felt weird climbing into the passenger seat of my own car. It was nighttime and it made me wonder,

"How long was I out for?" I quizzed, really wanting to know.

"If I had to guess, I'd say like ten minutes." Derek guessed.

"More like twelve minutes and thirty-seven seconds. I was timing to the paramedics." Spencer's voice matter-of-fact. I thanked him for being there for and with me the whole time, and both of them for dealing with everything today.

"I just don't understand how you could let anyone treat you that way, let alone date it." Spencer scoffed, "I've seen the scars you've got, I'm guessing aren't from 'accidents', they show when you're vulnerable, which isn't your fault at all, it actually shows just how trusting you are, which is great, but obviously can get you into trouble if you're not careful. What I'm trying to say is, vulnerabilities need to be taken care of, trust needs to be earned and time heals all wounds." he finished.

"Love also heals" Derek added.

I had tears stinging the corners of my eyes, Trying to escape.

Spencer pulled in to the car park of the Cafe we had been at earlier that day and pulled up in the spot next to Derek's car.

Derek got out and stood next to my door, I rolled my window down. He caressed the back of my head and guided it towards him, leaning over to kiss the top of my head.

"Take care of yourself." His head lifted to look at Spence, "And each other." he finished before turning to get into his own car, leaving to go home.

Spencer didn't move, he just sat in silence.

"What's wrong?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.

"I don't know where you live." He said, giving me puppy dog eyes.

With a giggle, I directed him towards my place. He stopped in front of his place on the way so he could grab a few things, ready to spend the night at mine. He insisted that I go in with him, because he's 'not allowed' to leave me alone.

"Doctors orders. That's me, I'm the doctor." He laughed at me, finding himself amusing.

"Well, I'm also a doctor, doctor, and I said no such thing. But if you insist, I'll come in with you." I said climbing out of the car, he followed and we went inside up to his place.

We walked in to his apartment and I sat on a stool at the bench, so I didn't get comfy.

Spencer wandered off to his room to pack. I pulled out my phone to see some missed calls and a few messages from a number I didn't recognise. I unlocked my phone and opened the messages from the unknown number.

'ur gonna pay 4 wot u did to Cain' Read the first one.

'u dum bitch' read another, the next few that followed were along the same lines.

When Spencer came out, I showed him the messages, not because I was scared, but because I didn't want to keep secrets. It's also probably a good idea to have as many people as possible know, in case anything were to happen. He sighed, reading the messages. He cupped my face with both hands and looked my in the eyes.

"Y/N, nothing is going to happen to you. Even if we have to have someone with you all day and all night. We, the team, will keep you safe - I'll do it by myself if I have to." he pulled my head against his chest and cuddled me, seeing the tears which had started pooling in my eyes. I let the tears come out, my body was gently shaking as I quietly sobbed into Spencer's chest, "You're okay. You're safe with us."

I cried, thanking him, wrapping my arms around his waste. He rubbed my back for a bit before placing his hands on my shoulder, pulling back a bit. His hands were firm, but gentle, he came down to my eye level. His eyes were so warm and welcoming, I admired all of his face while he was there.

He suggested leaving, and his hands trailed down my arms, to my hands. He took my hand in his and I hopped off the stool, following his footsteps to the door.

Not much was said on the car ride to my place. I didn't bother with the radio, only looking out the window, watching everything pass by, giving directions when necessary.

We finally arrived. I have a stand-alone house, on the outskirts of town. Spencer pulled into the driveway and got out. He rushed around to my door and opened it, just as I had started to. He helped me out and draped his arm around my shoulder as we headed inside.

OMG guys, I am so bad at keeping updated

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underworld-secretary · 3 years ago

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Random Thoughts - Computers

About time I live up to this blog's title.

Today, I'll be talking about computers. We all use them, they are everywhere. From the desktop PC, to the chip inside your car, computers define our current lives, but I'd like to take a minute to just look at some of the absolutely crazy things about them.

- The scale of microchips today. The transistor, a simple electrical component invented in the mid 20th century, essentially began the computer age. Before this, you could have a light switch or something, but you didn't have any processing ability. The first transistors were the size of lightbulbs, and computers for basic math took whole rooms. Today, transistors are so small that there are growing concerns that they will become smaller than atoms, which is not possible or feasible with the transistor-based computer. The fact that trillions of things that were the size of a lightbulb less than a century ago fit into a tiny chip is absolutely crazy. Also Moore's Law, the fact that this number of transistors doubles every 18-24 months. Even in my lifetime, that means transistors have gotten 500-1000 times smaller, roughly speaking.

- The fact that they even work at all. It takes a bit of learning to understand how logic gates work. The small groups of processors that do operations such as OR, AND, or NOR. How these turn into Minecraft is a question that is very difficult to answer. At its core, a computer is always making small logic operations, and it is somehow able to turn our input into those logic operations and then back into something we can understand well almost instantly.

- Everything about computers was created by someone. The modern computer system builds on decades of work by millions of individuals, and somehow all of this works together in one machine. Off the top of my head, I cannot think of another single object that represents so much collective human effort to work. Someone had to start there and put logic gates together. Someone else had to come up with ways to program in binary. Someone else had to invent memory storage techniques. Someone else had to create Javascript. On and on it goes. Computers are completely artificial. Everything about them is human-designed, and that is something really interesting to think about.

- It is also pretty crazy that someone managed to create systems for using computers that require almost no technical knowledge. Creating such a system requires someone to create an OS that has basically no potential for error, and if there is an error, it had better have built in checks to fix it, and at the very least tell the user exactly what is wrong and how to fix it. Plain code just spits out errors all the time, but Windows 10 does not get this luxury. I may not like Windows all that much, but I do appreciate just how much work it does to hide all the technical details from most people who don't want to be dealing with them.

- Video games. Video games as a medium are basically unlike anything else. Most media forms around today have a long history. Music, art, books, plays, board games, even videos and podcasts could have once just been seen in live form. Video games are unique in that they allow the player to interact with the game. You could write in a book, or ponder what its author means, but you do not get the option of rewriting its stories and forging your own path. Video games can imitate the real world in the ways that other media cannot, bringing everyone a bit closer in their own ways.

- The people who did some of the early work on computers, creating Unix, Unicode, C, html, etc., have probably had their work reach more people than anyone else ever. Sure, lots of people have heard of the Mona Lisa, or seen the Eiffel Tower, or listened to Beethoven's 5th, but it seems quite likely to mean, that more of them have used a computer. Computers are so universal, that the things at their roots are used by almost everybody.

- Computers are amazingly good at some things, and amazingly horrible at others. If you want to know 12390812908 / 1290834, a computer will beat you every time, regardless of the speed of your long division, but if you are trying to log into your roblox account, you'll be able to flip the animal the right side up far better than the computer will. We worry about the uprising of AI, but we're talking about something that can't always tell which of these pictures is a train. Computers, much like humans but in their own way, are incredibly smart and also incredibly dumb. For this reason, I believe that computers, at least in their current form, will probably stick to specific places in society. I don't expect to see a computer playing jazz improv better than the greats any time soon.

This is all the things that come to mind, but computers are amazing, so I will likely be back to another round at some point.

#I just wrote for 20 minutes and didn't proof read it so it probably makes no sense #longform infodumping #technology #random #underworld-secretary

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