#but was surprised how slow their speed of rotation is for elements all through this program

[sunskate]

I remember Belbin/Agosto did a lift in their 2010 FD that is similar to L/Q lift (maybe even the same one?).

ty! here are B/A's 2010 lift followed by L/Q and Demougeot/LeMercier:

3 different entries to a similar flip - so much precision and trust so that her blade never touches him, especially L/Q, bc he’s pulling her into position at speed as her foot goes over and around his neck and shoulders

[that--unusual-person]

Pillar Men Anatomy

Documented 16 March 2021 (10:23 PM)

By. Tekely von Unusual (that unusual person)

((This was only made for fun so everything here i tried to make similar to canon as possible.  Plus, i love science.  And studying ancient beings.))

Bone Structure

There seem to be bones in a Pillar Mans body.  But when in contact with hamon they seem to vanish.  -Example: Santana’s body being split in half.  His bones are gone and all that shows is the flesh, blood, and muscle of the body.-

Hamon could possibly destroy a Pillar Mans bone easily being directly struck with a ripple.  -Example: Kars’s Bone Blade.  His Bone Blade is made of his own forearms bone, extending outwards, sharpened to act as a knife with a metallic-like look to it.  In contact with hamon via Joseph striking the blade, the weapon is shattered immediately along with hamon coursing through the bone to the flesh of the arm.-  -Counter: Esidisi’s arm.  His arm was rotating with ripple flowing around it.  The second the skin and muscle melted and the rotation stopped the bones were still intact but sizzling.-

It is possible Pillar Men have a flexible bone structure that surpasses reflexive limits but are very weak to hamon.

A Pillar Man can rearrange their bone structure and break it at will.  Their bones can heal in a matter of seconds.  -Example: Santana’s configuration to fit in a 2cm vent.  Wamuu bending his spine in his first fight with Joseph.-

They’re bones can also be sharpened or dulled.  -Example: Kars’s Bone Blades and Santana’s Rib Blades.-

Final Analysts: Bones are infinitely jointed and mandible but very weak to hamon.

Muscles

Body is made of mostly muscle.  When damaged the material of the tissue in the wound is coated in a strange glow to keep an open wound from being infected(?). Glowing is a sign of healing in progress(?).  -Counter: The sunlight reflecting off the moon (possibly) effects the Pillar Mens body.-  -Counter: Glow shows even in areas where sunlight can’t hit and the moon is not present.-

Since Pillar Men don’t need to feed through their mouths, they absorb food through their bodies.  Possible with no stomach they have digestive cells in their muscles that swallow food and reproduce it as energy and muscle.  -Example: Santana eating the vampire prisoner.  As Santana absorbs the vampire the energy transfers from one to another.  When he’s finished Santana’s muscles begin to bulge expanding in mass with some of the vampire still being absorbed, proof that he is consuming nutrients on a cellular level causing muscle growth.-

Final Analysts: Muscles are a very important asset of a Pillar Mans body and are the source of power and energy.

Skin

Same as humans but with more mutant-like abilities.  The skin can stretch without being broken.  -Example:  Santana fitting into a 2cm vent and a human body.  Wamuu dodging Joseph’s surprise Hamon Clacker Valley attack by shifting his upper body a foot or two away from his legs at high speeds.-

The flesh can be manipulated, turning into something similar to soft liquid or solid like rock.  -Example: Santana avoiding Joseph’s attack.  When the knife Joseph used on Santana came in contact with Santana’s arm the flesh around the knife became rubbery, never piercing the skin.  When Joseph tries using hamon through Santana’s eyes, his head deforms while turning his eyes and head into a rubber-like substance.-

-Example: Kars taking bullet fire.  Kars turns his body to rubber to absorb the impact of the bullets/possibly absorbing them. (There is no evidence of blood when Kars is hit.)-

-Example: Santana solidifying his body.  Santana hardens his body the second he comes in contact with the sun, but the armored body he wears can not protect him for long; his body begins to crack and chip away indicating the stone is still apart of his body and the sun still has a deadly effect on him.  When the sun overpowers his stone armor, he turns into a statue, protecting himself completely in solid rock, a last-minute of protection from the rays of the sun.-  -Example: Pillar Men sleeping.  When they rest their bodies turn to stone for protection and security.-  

They possibly morph into a wall and turn to stone, during their stone form they are able to absorb life or turn it to stone when in contact with them.  -Example: Pillar Men absorbing Caesar’s father and Santana turning a snake into stone.  They are still alive and are still feeding on nutrients through the stone.-

Final Analysts: Flesh can be manipulated into any shape or form of material.

Blood

Their blood normal aspects are similar to a human’s normal blood minus control over it.  They can control their blood flow and how hot it can get.  -Example: Esidisi.  Esidisi’s Heat Mode allows him to shoot his blood out of his veins at will.  The blood is boiling reaching 500 degrees max.-

Cells that break down food are also in the blood.  They will work the same way as the muscle but only absorbing food if it stays in the Pillar Mans body.  Their blood is similar to stomach acid, only breaking down food once it reaches the inside of the body but not having an affect once it meets oxygen outside the body.

Final Analysts: Pillar Men can manipulate their blood at anytime.

Horns

A Pillar Man’s horn(s) can mean multiple things depending on the Pillar Man’s purpose.  It is possible the horns can be attracted and retracted.  -Example: Wamuu and Kars.  Wamuu can bring out his horn at command at any time.  Kars hides his horns under his head wrap, with no signs of them it’s confirmed that they are retracted into his head.- 

Some may use it as a weapon.  -Example: Wamuus horn.  Wamuu uses his horn as a weapon or to see wind better than light.  It is used similar a radar feeling wind flow through objects and against them, Wamuu is able to sense where the wind flows and when it stops.  His horn is also used in his ultimate mastery, Atmospheric Rift, where razor blade winds are shot out from the base of the horn.  The spirals on his horn allow the wind to circulate around it and flow out like a tornado giving it enough power and rotation to cut through stone.-  

The horn or horns can be changed in size.  -Example: Wamuu awakening.  When Wamuu wakes he uses his horn to stab a German Soldier holding him in the air and soon after mowing down more with his horn rotating at speeds that slice a human body in half.  The horn is extended to reach what looks to be 9-12 yards long.-

Or it may be seen as a sign of honor or declaration of battle.  -Example: Kars revealing his horns.  Kars said to Lisa Lisa before their dual that bestowing his horn to her marks their battle.-

Another way showing their horns could be as a sign of aggression.  -Example: Esidisi’s last stand.  Upon inescapable defeat, Esidisi reveals one of his many horns through his form when he quotes Joseph of ‘pushing him too far’.  Esidisi’s horn could be shown as an act of rage and transformation (his head turning into something similar to a beast).-

Final Analysts: Horns can be controlled and be used as symbols or weapons.

Marks

The Pillar Men’s tribal marks are given to them at birth similar to birthmarks.  -Example: Baby Wamuu.  During the flashback about Kars’s uprising, we see Wamuu as a babe with his horn yet to have grown but the mark he wears is there.-

Some marks are passed on by families, all are different in shapes and colors(???).  The mark of the Pillar Man’s meanings and or history is earned and titles behind the marks.  -Example: Strength.  Wamuu’s strength physical and mental strength in battle is how he earned his tribal marks meaning.-

Final Analysts: Pillar Men tribal marks are compared to human birthmarks.

Regeneration

Cells in a Pillar Man’s body is boosted to reproduce new skin tissue rather than scar tissue.  Bone modeling is enhanced, the regrowth is shortened to near minutes of completion.  Bones seem to grow after the flesh and muscle are attached or regrown.  Any dose of hamon to a Pillar Man’s body will slow down the regeneration.  -Example: Kars’s injured arm.  When Joseph struck Kars’s Bone Blade with hamon, it shattered the blade along with hamon radiating through the arm.  In the span of minutes Kars’ arm continues to ooze with the glowing substance.-

Final Analysts: Regeneration abilities are quicker versions of the body healing wounds and modeling bones.

Before the masks

Pillar Men were possibly similar to humans before Kars invented the mask.  They live longer lives but reproduction is rare.  They seem to hunt animals instead of humans, showing they need nutrients as humans do.  -Example: Kars’s flashback.  It is seen at a wide dinner table the Pillar tribe is seen eating nutrients such as meat and other fruits and vegetables.-

Final Analysts: Pillar Men before the mask have similar traits as humans.

Final Evolution

The final mask used to complete a Pillar Man’s evolution seems to give them extra genes and immunity to sunlight.  The genes given to a Pillar Man are connected to nature.  They are able to form their bodies into different parts of an animal.  -Example: Kars.  He is able to create wings from his arms to his back, scales that reflect bullets that are capable of turning into paranas to tentacles from his arms or even from detached parts of his skin.-

They also have the power to create other living beings from their body but at the cost of their body.  Essentially playing god.  -Example: Kars creating a squirrel.  Kars is able to create a squirrel from his hand and is possible a part of his mind in the form of an animal, sharing the same body and genes.  On the squirrels return to Kars, it then morphs into different living objects of nature.-

Final Analysts: The final evolution of a Pillar Men gives them extra genes from different living organisms of nature.

Modes

A Pillar Man’s mode is powered by their body.  Esidisi’s being heat, Wamuu of wind, Kars of light, and Santana a master of the body and flesh.  It seems they can only control the element of their mode only through their body.  -Counter: Wamuu.  Wamuu retracting Caesar’s blood bubble towards him with his wind mode or lighting the fire more.- 

It could be possible Wamuu spins his body at such speeds unseen by the human eye that the wind is attracted to him, or Wamuu uses his pipes from his chest to suck air in, he could possibly pull wind into his body and is able to shoot it out through his fingertips like Esidisi releases his veins.  Wamuu’s divine sandstorm is caused by high-speed rotations of his arms.  They rotate at a max velocity similar to a jet engine on a plane causing great winds enough to damage stone to appear.  Kars can only use his light from his body, it’s possible he uses his bone blades to reflect artificial light off one another to add a blinding light to it.  It is unknown how Kars is able to form light through his body.  Esidisi is able to control the temperature of his body with ease.  Similar to a human getting a fever, Esidisi heats his body up boosting fever-like symptoms burning his body and boiling his blood during the process.  Similar to a fire under a kettle of tea.

Final Analysts: Pillar Men modes are centered around their bodies’ natural capabilities and movements.

Conclution: They evolve like Pokemon.  lol

[seokiloquy]

Game Cartridges - Kenma Kozume

Au: Regular/Gaming

Requested

Tags/Warnings:  GN! Reader, short and fluffy, Time Skip spoilers

Word Count: 2.1k+

"Lev, are you almost done?"

A deep raspy voice echoed into the gym, loud and authoritative, startling the volleyball players. Once all eyes turned your way, you laughed, letting your natural voice still the silent atmosphere. Your hand smacked the metal door as you hunched over, gasping for air between each series of laughs. 

Lev, who had just landed from a spike, opened his mouth in a loud cheer at the sight of your slumped form in the door. “(Y/N)!”

You straightened your spine, sighing as you watched Lev’s nose get caught on the mesh net as he tried to limbo under it. He looked like a pig for a moment, before the bottom of the net snapped and Lev ungracefully fell on his face.

“Ow.”

As he laid flatly on the gym floor, Kuroo —who you managed to identify based on Lev’s description (though you did expect a comical beak to be attached to his muzzle)— walked over, thumbs playing with the waistband of his shorts. Before he started to talk, you leaned over, looking behind him to see a partially blond boy dig the toe of his shoe into your tall friend’s side. Kozume Kenma.

The rooster in front of you started to speak. “You sure gave us all a shock. Thought you were a janitor coming to kick us out,” he chuckled, lifting a hand off his hip to scratch the back of his head.

“Ya sorry, Lev just finds that voice creepy so I use it every now and then to scare him.”

Kuroo sidestepped as his hand moved to gesture you inside. “So, you’re a voice actor?”

“That’s the plan at least.” You bowed and walked to the bench that was pressed against the wall, a small bag swinging over your shoulder. The old man, Nekomata, gave you a wrinkly grin as you sat next to him, watching your hands as you pulled out a DS from your small bag.

Kuroo smiled, snapping his head to the clock before looking over his teammates.“Nekomata, should we start cleaning up?”

The couch hummed thoughtfully, turning his attention away from you and onto the team captain. “We still have a half-hour before our practice is officially over. How about we do 3 vs 3, to, ah, 7 points?” He then turned his attention to Lev, who was rubbing his nose as he got to his feet. “Pair up evenly for the beginning, the odd player out will be keeping track of scores and rotate into the next team. Got it?”

Lev raised his hand. “Can you explain the rotation again?”

You looked up from your handheld console to give your friend a deadpan look. Nekomata laughed before answering, “The odd player will take out a player of the next team and so on to keep teams fresh. Got it?”

The Silver hair boy hummed, standing to his full height. “Got it.”

As players dispersed randomly, not selecting any teammates, in particular, to play with, you were vaguely aware of the new bodies that came to sit alongside you on the bench. Instead of looking up to whichever boy had chosen to take the spot next to you, you kept your head down as you played on your DS.

“Ah.” Quiet

“Um.” Again.

Sighing you turned your head on a swivel to the blond boy who sat next to you. His head was downcast but through the dyed strands, you could see his eyes flicker from his fidgeting fingers to the device in your hands. His eyes shot up to meet yours before quickly turning away.

You wore a kind smirk. “Need something?”

Kozume turned his head slowly, pointing to your small bag that was laid open, exposing the variety of games you owned. In a calm voice, “You have lots of games, why are you playing Nintendogs?”

You laughed looking back down at your small virtual pet. “Well, a lot of those I haven’t started yet, Lev gave them to me yesterday as a gift. And well, I’m only going to be waiting for about 30 minutes for you guys to finish before we leave, so I don’t really want to start something new.”

You heard the clicking of the plastic game cartridges as Kozume riffled through them. He pulled out one, a Pokemon game you had yet to touch. “Play this.”

“But my dogs.” 

“They aren’t real. Play this, it’s fun.”

Nekoma called for the teams to switch. Kozume stood up but waited for you to take the game out of his hand before he left for the court.

You sighed, pulling Nintendogs out of the DS and putting the Pokemon game in, Pearl, apparently. 

“Your name is (Y/N), right?”

“(L/N) (Y/N), ya.”

Kozume hummed, before stepping onto the court, letting a sweaty Lev fall into the spot he had previously occupied.

Another day, another practice and you were back to sitting next to Nekomata, waiting. Occasionally, you looked up from your DS to see the two setters toss a ball up for the players to hit, watching as the players ducked under the net to collect their balls. 

Once their final water break came around, Kozume, who had been eyeing your DS since you sat down, shuffled to sit beside you. “Ah, use the water attack.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, head tilting as you showed him your progress.

“Hmm, gym battles are mostly element-based, you want to use mostly water attacks for this one.”

Nodding, you clicked the option Kozume had so helpfully pointed out. “I know nothing about how to play this.” The battle ended, giving you a pretty badge, to which you realized there were more empty slots to fill. “Damn it.” You turned to see partially bleached blond chugging back his water. “Kozume, could you help me with the other gyms?”

“Kenma is fine. And I could, but you’d probably have to be here for that, you have to find the other gyms after all.”

The wince you wore caught his attention. Hissing you dropped your hands into your lap, still holding the sides of your plastic game. “I’m not sure how possible that would be. My luck is just running out isn’t it.” He kept watching, half-listening to Nekomata as he explained the cooldown drill before practice ended. You pulled out your little red flip phone from the side pocket of your back. “Put in your email. I’ll message you and give you my contact.”

Taking the device from your hand he quickly typed out his address before dropping it unceremoniously into your bag and running onto the court with his teammates. You smiled at the sight of his hair bouncing before your smile dropped and your head lowered to look back down at the game in your lap. The colours on the screen seemed a bit dimmer.

Where did the Pokemon go?

Kenma had quickly become your go-to Pokemon consultant. Always there in your time of need.

Which one?

He responded quickly, which helped.

Uh, one of the three ones? I was trying to catch it but it’s not there anymore. I tried dropping revival items and stuff but it’s not there.

(Y/N) did you kill it?

….Maybe?

Reload the game.

I’ve done that.

Did you save after you defeated it?

Messages with Kenma typically surrounded classes and videogames, more so the latter. With that though, came a sense of consistency with messages outside of active school hours and giving your mind a constant timeline to follow throughout the chaos that surrounded you.

Ya, I had to save my progress.

It took a minute for him to respond, but you could feel the sorrow radiating off him through the screen.

You’re going to need to restart the game if you want to continue.

Shit. Well then, got any other recommended games? Ideally RPGs.

Plenty.

After many practices with your presence sitting silently against the wall, Kenma was surprised when the end of practice came around, and you were nowhere in sight. Kenma pushed the rolling basket of volleyballs up next to Lev as they gathered up all the equipment.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” he asked, crouching down to pick up a stray ball.

Lev lowered his chin to see the setter clearly. He hummed, “Ah, I think it was called, New York?”

Kenma paused, dropping the volleyball into the basket with cold hands. “What?”

“They moved to the USA. I don’t think that they’re going to be there forever though. But Mr. (L/N) got a job there from what I remember. They were staying with my family before they moved.”

Kenma’s nose scrunched. “Why did I have to make friends with someone who was moving away? You’re terrible, Lev.” He gripped the blue fabric of the basket a bit tighter and began pushing it into the storage closet, grumbling.

“What did I do?”

After practice, Kenma quickly got to his phone, typing away as he walked home alongside Kuroo.

Your response, despite being in a different time zone, was quick.

IM SO SORRY I TOTALLY FORGOT!!! I just liked talking to you and it slipped my mind whenever you were around

Kenma sighed, washing away the anxious feeling in his chest. 

Another email came through.

I’m only going to be here for a couple years, then I’m going to come back. Messages may be slow because of time and all, but I’ll always respond.

You didn’t lie that day. You were always quick to send a message back, but over time those messages stopped coming and you didn’t have the heart to send anything in return.

You’d ponder on it occasionally, hoping that all it was, was forgetfulness, or a changed contact. But after a couple years, it was easier not to think about it, and go on with life and pursuing your passion.

“Stop spamming the chat guys, please,” Kenma grumbled, wincing at the repetitive notifications that rang in his ear. Turning to look at the live responses, he paused the stream of messages to read over a few. “You’ll stop once I start playing? Fine, fine. Let me get it booted up.”

As he pulled up the Japan-made open-world RPG that had been released for Beta earlier that week, the chat went into a flurry of excitement, with various images and repetitive cheers rolling by.

Kenma turned to face his main screen as The main intro to the game played with a flurry of colour. The chat increased in speed as the two-player options appeared on screen, ready to be selected. When his mouth moved over one of the characters they moved, reciting a line.

“Oh they’re voices are nice.”

The chat exploded again.

(Y/N)

(Y/N)’s voice is great!

They do both of the MCs voices

All the talent 

Selecting the male character, Kenma listened to the boyish tone, furrowing his boy as he caught sight of the name being repeated over and over again in the chat.

“(Y/N)? That sounds familiar, are they in an anime?”

The chat responded with a list. 

Tilting his head, Kenma pulled out his phone as the game began to load, talking out loud for the viewers of his stream.

“(Y/N). that sounds familiar.” He entered the search for the game’s voice cast. Immediately seeing a familiar portrait at the top of the list.

The chat quickly caught on to Kenma’s look of surprise and started spamming again.

“(Y/N)?! Ah! I know them! It’s been years!”

Ignoring the chat and fully loaded game for a moment, Kenma smiled at the image of an older you on his phone screen. Putting down his phone and sitting straighter, he looked at the camera that was focused on his face.

“Hmm, this makes me want to play Pokemon. Maybe later. Time to start this.”

I was going to write a full-length fic with this au but…. You know how it goes.

Short and fluffy cause I have to get back into the groove of writing after 2 months. Ahaha. I finished all of One Piece this week (when I wrote this), 966(now 971) episodes thus far and all the movies. Makes me want to write for it. Maybe If Kiwi watches it I will. 

….If I do, it’ll probably go on Ao3… but if you’re reading this and want me to…. Let me know… I’m tempted.

Kiwi. Watch One Piece so you can edit One Piece fanfiction that I’ll probably never write…. Unless. - Bacon

Maybeeee I can still edit without watching it thoughhhh. I’d edit whatever you’d me too - Kiwi

Unless!- Bacon

Posted: 25/04/2021

[getdownkyh]

Extra Credit (m) | Young K | smut, Professor!Kang

01 . 02 . 03 . 04 . 05 . 06 . 07

Risks.

Lunch break meant the lecturer’s rooms were off limits, with exceptions for booked appointments, which you had. A different kind of appointment, but it granted you access to his room, with the guaranteed privacy from other curious students.

“I don’t like what you said about me in class.” There was no filter to what you said to him, not surprising since there really was no filter between the both of you.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“When you called out the boys, I don’t like that.”

His eyebrows furrowed, “They were making inappropriate jokes about you in class.”

“Yeah, I know. And I can deal with it on my own. I don’t need you to defend me. Don’t take it personally but what we have doesn’t go beyond sex.”

Younghyun took a deep breath, grimacing inwardly at your words. He didn’t know why it hurt but somehow it did.

“First of all, I called them out because it’s my responsibility to ensure a safe learning space. It meant nothing more than that.”

Or does it?

Your strong gaze on his shaking pupils was a stark contrast. His words sounded more of an effort to convince himself rather than you, but you knew you made your point clear and by the time he stood up and took your face in his hand, thumb tracing your jaw, you were no longer interested in dragging the argument longer.

Younghyun’s tongue was deep inside your mouth, his fingers skillfully unbuttoning your blouse, before his hands were attached to your boobs, squeezing to coax gasps out of you, ensuring him uninterrupted access to explore your mouth. Arms slung around his neck, senses flooded with him, all you could hear was the sudden increasing thumping of your own heart. 

The thumps got louder, closer in distance, and you opened your eyes, realizing the thumping no longer matched your heartbeat but rather resembled the sound of footsteps.

You hurriedly pushed Younghyun’s chest, separating both of you, his forehead frowning with confusion, looking at you.

“I think someone’s coming.”

It happened in a split second. The door lever moved, Younghyun pushing you down, kicking your blouse that was right next to his feet, you scrambling onto your knees to hide underneath his table. The door slung open, revealing a distressed Sungjin. 

“Jesus, can’t you knock ?” Younghyun exclaimed, heart pounding at the prospect of getting caught.

“Why, were you doing something inappropriate?” Sungjin sniggered, eyes scanning the room.

Younghyun swallowed, throat feeling dry. From where Sungjin was staring, there was no way he could see you, his table fully blocking you, but if he were to walk closer, say towards and around the table, then that would be the end of your little secret.

Sungjin fixed his gaze on the younger male’s face, “Oh, I see.. Man you never change do you, your hair’s a mess.”

You held your breath.

Younghyun hurriedly ran his fingers through his hair, fixing whatever he could. Does he know?

“Anyway if you wanna sleep, at least do it during the break. Your bedhair’s disgusting. And I think you got something on your lips too.”

Oh. 

Younghyun wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, sitting down onto his chair, legs spread comfortably. “What do you want?”

“Can you speedrun me with the latest protocols for the marking system? Like God, I love giving lectures but these paperworks are gonna be the death of me.”

Younghyun pushed his chair forward, bringing his body closer to the desk as he opened some files on his computer. You heard him starting to brief Sungjin, his demeanour changing in a split second, his serious, intelligent aura, the very thing that got you on your knees for him, quite literally. You had minimal idea of what they were talking about but you found yourself shifting uncomfortably hearing him speak, worlds laced with confidence.

There was something about smart men that was just so attractive, just like Professor Kang in his element.

His thighs were so close to your face, thick, filling up his slacks, and you decided fuck it, this was worth the risk. You placed your hands on his knees, before moving them forward, feeling his thighs in your hand. Younghyun tensed, his thighs flexing beneath your hold.

His left hand gripped his armrest, faking a cough, before clearing his throat and continuing his explanation. Your left hand rested atop his right thigh, massaging him occasionally, while your other hand travelled much more upwards, towards a dangerous territory.

Your ran your fingers, minimal pressure applied, right across his bulge, feeling his thigh tensing again in your other hand. Up and down, your palm moved, pressure increased slightly, but not enough to make an audible sound. You felt him getting harder against your hand as you continued palming him, feeling proud of your effect on him, also curious to see how he was going to compose himself. Moving slightly closer towards him, you placed your cheek on his thigh, looking up to him, your hand still rubbing over his hardening bulge.

He flitted his gaze towards you for a second, and then faked a yawn, as Sungjin thanked him, about to leave. “Do me a favor and lock the door as you leave?” He asked, voice hoarse, rotating his neck left and right.

“Sure. Goodnight~”

The lock clicked and he pushed his chair backwards just slightly, you tumbling forward, your hands gripping onto his legs. Younghyun leaned back into his seat, looking down at you, bent on the floor between his legs. He hunched forward, thumb drawing circles on your cheek. You looked up at him, giggling as you shifted closer between his legs, fingers unbuckling his belt, “That was close.”

Your soft giggles got his heart skipping a beat, enhanced by the way you were looking up at him, ironically, almost innocently. Though he didn’t have to dwell on the thought longer, brushing it off as his aroused state getting to him.

You smiled at him proudly, hearing him sigh when his erection was freed from the tight space.

You lazily stroked him, maintaining eye contact, “What do you want me to do, Professor?”

He chuckled, running his thumb across your bottom lip, “You have such beautiful lips, I wonder how they would look like wrapped around me.”

Straightening up, you shifted closer to his center. You tilted your head, bringing your lips closer to his member, one hand wrapped around the base, another on his thigh to hold your position. You stuck your tongue out, licking from the base to the tip. Reaching the head, you circled your tongue around it, before pressing a short kiss and giving it kitten licks.

He looked at you, impressed, groans suppressed as his knuckles started turning white from how hard he was gripping his armrest. You took the tip into your mouth, flicking your eyes upwards to look at him, before you moved your head down, inch by inch, taking more of him, speed so slow you can feel the throb of his vein on your tongue.

He didn’t know if it was the feeling of the warmth, the wetness the tightness encasing his member, or if it was the mere sight of you looking up to him obediently while taking all of him, but everything felt so, so good Younghyun was on the verge of falling apart.

He grunted, and you bobbed your head gradually faster, your hands on his thighs for support. The way he was subconsciously bucking his hips up everytime you lowered your head caused the tip of his dick to caress your throat sinfully. He threw his head back when you moaned around him, tonguing his cheek, pupils dilating from pleasure. He felt like he was on drugs, though that analogy wasn’t that far off given how addicted he was to you at tjat point.

Inhaling, he grabbed you by the hair, pulling you off of him, making you stand up, pulling you towards him, kissing you fully on the mouth. “God, you’re fucking amazing.”

He spun you around, holding you by the hips, tugging you to sit on his lap. A moan gasped out from your mouth, feeling him poking your clothed entrance, making you instinctively grind on him. He hissed into your ear, hand grasping your hair, “No more teasing, we don’t have much time.”

You lifted your hips, hovering over him with your ass pushed towards him, and he couldn’t help but to run his hands over the round flesh. Skirt bunched up, you started tugging your panties down. The piece of clothing was barely off, around your mid-thighs, locking your legs together, and Younghyun was already tugging your hips downwards, burying himself in you. He could barely control himself when he saw your exposed, slick hole and all he wanted to do was feel them around him.

The muscles on your neck strained as you threw your head back, panting against his neck, clenching and unclenching to reduce the overwhelming feeling in your lower region. You pressed your back deeper into his strong torso, as you worked together to find a rhythm, his chair creaking slightly every time you bounced on top of him, the poor piece of furniture barely sustaining the sheer force of the both of you fucking each other.

He kissed your forehead, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as he unclasped your bra, throwing it to the floor, before holding your jaw and tilting your face to look at him. He found himself no longer just looking forward to the pleasure you shared, but also how pretty you looked every time he was inside you.

Grabbing your breasts in his hands, massaging them, making you squirm in his grasp, he groaned, feeling the contour of your body beneath his fingertips. Swallowing, you placed your hands on the armrest, supporting yourself as you started lifting your hips up again, and sinking back down, soft whines leaving your mouth, relishing in the way his thick member was splitting you open.

He left an open-mouthed kiss on your shoulder, "Fuck, you're tight," before leaning back, taking pleasure in the way your walls hugged him. His eyes were trained on your back, the way your hair swayed with every bounce, your skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat, the blurry sight of his dick slipping in and out of you, he wanted to keep the moment imprinted inside his head forever.

The air inside the room was intoxicating, filled with the scent of sex, soft moans and grunts. Your pace started faltering, focus decreasing and exhaustion creeping up onto you. One hand on your clit, you whined, “Need you to take over. I can’t feel my legs.” 

He yanked your hand away, “You don’t have to do that, I will do it for you.” He stood up, hand flat on your spine, pressing to bend you over his desk. Your cheek met the cold surface, eyes fluttering close as he grabbed your thigh, pushing your underwear all the way down before hiking your right knee up on the desk, your position making you on full display for him. One hand on your hip, another next to your face, Younghyun pistoned his hips, filling you to the hilt. 

They said practice makes perfect, and you thought as time passed you’d be able to keep your noises down. But every time Younghyun fucked you, it was like the first time all over again, especially with how it seemed like he always got more and more into it, with the way he slammed harder and deeper into you, and his hands squeezing your flesh violently, always leaving marks afterwards, the intensity threatening you to scream every time, so you found yourself bringing your fist to your own mouth, suppressing your moans from giving the both of you away.

You lost track of the time but you were certain you came in an embarrassingly short time. The thought of him being in charge and taking control sending you over the edge quicker than you thought it would. He stretched you open so deliciously, pounding your sensitive spot;  it was easy to reel into nothingness when you didn’t have to work for it.

You blacked out for a moment, brought back to reality by the sound of him praising you, feeling hot streams shooting inside you, your walls convulsing uncontrollably at the sensation.

When he pulled you back up and gave you a kiss, you were slightly taken aback. His lips pushed against yours slower, lingering and nibbling delicately, soothing. Maybe it was the exhaustion, but it was void of lust, and your head spun at how soft the kiss was.

He rarely ever kissed you like this after sex, minus the one time he kissed you gently, only for the kiss to turn fiery in under a minute and then you were going at it again and again, until both of you were sated. You didn’t have the energy to overthink or argue so you just nodded, as he apologized if what he said in class made you feel uncomfortable, offering to drive you back home, his hands rubbing gentle circles on your back. 

[kaijulvl5]

Escape from the Green (What price my life?)

***WARNING: Non-con elements. Please do not read if non-con, non-con bondage, or situation appropriate violence is a trigger for you.***

Hard M - Explicit content

After he had shot and killed her partner and aimed the same weapon at her, she had turned and run for the pod. The violence of it all had blanked her mind, a protective blackout that activated her lizard-brain and sent her fleeing at top speed. Luckily, the dangerous man had not followed, and she was able to retreat to the relative safety of the drop pod.   

In a panic that bordered on hysteria, she had followed the instruction manual and managed to get it prepped for launch. Then, just as she thought she would actually make it off this poisoned moon, something in the fundamental internals fried and she was left stranded. Without a working knowledge of ship repair, the craft was no more useful to her than a tent. The disappointment and despair she felt had almost broken her. 

Half a cycle later, she had burned through the remaining stores of food and water they hadn’t taken with them, and was left with some crappy narcotic gum she found in a folderbin. The only effect of that escapade had been to let her forget her hopeless situation for an hour or two.

As she completed her latest fruitless rummage, steps sounded on the entry stairs. The outer hatch slammed and the scrubber fans began processing. Panic overtook her once more. That noise meant she had only a moment to grab the rifle and slide behind the inadequate cover of the pilot’s seat, past the low center bulkhead, before the intruder got into the cabin. 

Tucked as far back as she could get, she shifted the safety off. Instead of the telltale whine, the gun remained silent. She was still fuzzy from the after effects of the gum, so it took a split second to register what was wrong. A curt shake of her head to clear it, and it came back to her. Oh SHIT! She hadn’t restored the charge! Shit shit shit. She repeated the curse in her mind as she clicked the charge cartridge into the loading piece. Why hadn’t she locked the outside hatch when she came back? A self-castigating litany played in her head with each turn of the small rotating lever that added a little power to the cartridge, added a little hope to her rushed plan to get the upper hand.

Without a loaded firearm, there was no possibility of competing against anything on this moon. She had always tried to make the most of her small size, but being just over 1.6 meters tall and 42 kilos was a challenge on the best days. And the only other human she had seen still alive was the murderer. The man who had tried to rob her partner and then, when the tables turned and then turned again, had brutally gunned him down in cold blood. That had to be who was coming through the hatch. 

She cycled the crank one more time and jammed the magazine into the body of the weapon. The firing bolt clicked and she thumbed off the safety right as his helmet and shoulders cleared the opening. And the goddamned contraption stayed silent. Shit. There was nothing she could do. If the charge hadn't been completed, the piece was useless. 

He led with the pistol, getting his bearings. Slowly, methodically he scanned the small space. The environment suit he wore was ungainly and the half textile helmet fell slightly forward or to the side, depending on how he moved. It looked like it was hard to wear. 

“Stop right there!” She yelled, deciding a bluff was her only option. “Stop moving and put the thrower down or I will shoot!”

He actually scrambled backward up against the wall, but did not drop the gun. Instead, he stared her down, having found her position quickly. As he carefully examined every detail of the scene, a slow, cocky smile stretched his face. “I can observe from here, your thrower is not primed, sweetheart. I do believe I have the upper hand at this particular moment.”

His self-satisfied smirk, the casual condescending endearment, and the calm way he drawled the words slapped her. Her face fell and the blood drained from her head. She felt faint, but somehow managed to keep herself upright. 

“So I will be seein’ you place your weapon on the floor, and now, I might add. Do it.” There was an uncompromising hardness in his eyes as he commanded her. His aim did not waver. 

There was no choice. She lowered the energy rifle to the floor, then raised her hands over her head. She wished she were wearing her heavy environmental suit and not the soft loungewear she had changed into hours ago. The normally modest top rode up and left part of her belly exposed. Her pants were loose around her hips, but the light blue fabric clung to her skin. She felt like she was on display and it added another knot to her stomach. 

The murderer’s gaze had changed when she revealed herself. A troublesome interest played across his face as he watched her. Settling comfortably against the bulwark, he looked like the cat who had found the proverbial bowl of cream.

“I do not wish for this to be an unfriendly occasion, but we have something of accord to come to. You see, I am in a predicament. I cannot leave on my own ship. The series of unfortunate events that have led me to your doorstep left me deprived of transportation. You, on the other hand have this decrepit drop pod, but it may prove to be my salvation.”

She noticed he had said “my”, not “our” and she refused to be removed from the equation. Interjecting when he paused to draw a breath, she said simply, “Don’t leave me here”. 

His eyes glittered, crinkling up at the corners, “Now, my sweet girl, I would not dream of such a thing. This is a part of our accord, of which we have just begun to negotiate.” 

He meant to negotiate with her, as if she had any power or something of value in this situation. Her jaw hung ajar with surprise. He was the one with the weapon. He could push her out of the airlock or take her, whichever was his will, then fix the ship and leave without a second glance if he wanted. This made no sense.

He looked at her thoughtfully, smiling amiably, “Do please close your mouth. That slack jawed visage is not becomin’ on you.” 

Her teeth made an audible click when she snapped it shut. “What do you want?” She asked pointedly.

At her question, his face turned mocking, tinged with interest and not a little humor. His eyebrows drew together and he pressed his head back against the wall, a moue evident on his lips. “For starters, I would dearly like to be free of this godforsaken helmet. However, I do not think you will allow me a moment of security in which to remove it. So let us proceed with your disablement. Please take this and assist me in bindin’ yourself.” With his free hand he tossed her a hank of light cording that he had detached from his suit. 

She held the rope, not sure what he wanted her to do. It was not her custom to tie herself up. Her confusion must have been evident, because he said, “Make a slip knot with a loop. Yes, like that. Now place your hands in the loop and tighten it down, just so.” He nodded as she followed his direction. 

His features shifted from pleasant to grim so quickly, it was hard for her to read his expressions. Her hands shook as she complied. Each step in the process pulled her farther from freedom. Not that she had had any hope of that even before his arrival, though. Her feeling of doom grew and she tried to watch for any weakness, but he stayed at the other side of the room. Too far for her to make an effective move against him. 

“Thank you. I will take it from here,” he said.

Faster than she thought possible, he pushed off from his falsely relaxed sprawl and closed the space between them. There was no time to react before her wrists were clasped in his left hand, his small firearm placed hard against her abdomen. 

When he held her securely, he let his thrower hang from his trigger finger and bound her wrists tightly with the rest of the cord. She tried to jerk away from his harsh, bruising grasp, but he gave her a vicious shake that rattled her body. There was no question in her mind after that. She was not strong enough to pull free. 

From there he pushed her into the copilot’s seat and strapped her in, positioning her tied arms so that they were further restrained under the X-shaped harness. Then he yanked the adjusters hard, securing her and spun the chair to face the center of the room. Satisfied with his work, he stood up and removed his helmet in a single fluid motion. 

“Kevva be damned, but that was unpleasant,” he declared gustily, breathing in a deep lungful of the air in the shelter. “My filter has been fouled for some time and I was approachin’ the end of my ability to draw breath in this putrid thing.” 

He smiled at her again, showing straight, white teeth. His dark moustache made them look brighter than they should have been. He appeared to be in his early forties with short, messy hair, which was brown except for a small patch of blonde at the hairline above his right eye. A thin U-shaped scar curled across his left cheek and his sharp nose, high cheekbones and scruffy chin were sheened with the sweat. A thoroughly disreputable person, if she had ever seen one.

“What. Do. You. Want?” She asked again, this time through gritted teeth. Her will to continue requesting information was growing thin. He seemed to want to talk about only the subject he wished at any given moment. And talk he did. 

He said, “I have a proposal for you, little bird,” his tone contemplative. He paced the small space and lifted his hands, gesturing philosophically. “You ask me what I want and I want many things. I want to be off this damned hell hole. I want to be divested of my harvest in such a way that leaves me well provided for and provisioned for the future.” He stalked toward her, his eyes thoughtful, roaming her face. 

“Wants are funny things,” he continued. “A thought gets in your head and can’t be shaken and then you find yourself wanting. I want to take a cabana on the shores of Lao, to watch the suns set and put all thought of this awfulness behind me. I want all the comforts credits can buy and long, warm days and nights in which to enjoy them. I also find that I want,” he paused, bracing his weight as he gripped the arms of the seat. His face was inches from hers. He looked her squarely in the eyes and said frankly,” I also find that I want...you.”

She was shocked into silence for the second time in only a few moments. What could she say? Did he think he could buy her? Did he think he had a chance of her not trying to take his life the moment he let his guard down? Life was cheap in this system and he could have his pick of feminine company back at the Pug, or whatever sleazy world he would hie off to from here. What could he want with her?

“By your yet again drop-jawed demeanor, I assume it is a rare occurrence that someone expresses to you their designs on your person,” he said. He tilted his head back and eyed her quizzically. The long, strong column of his throat was exposed to her shocked gaze. 

“I don’t know what to say,” she rasped. She blinked, trying to break her fascination with his audacity, presenting his vulnerable throat so close to her. He must believe her to be well in hand, indeed. She wriggled in the seat, but couldn’t gain an inch. Her lips were dry and her head was spinning. “I don’t understand,” she said.

He inclined his head toward her, as if imparting a secret, “This may come as a surprise to you, but I am a man with needs, just like any other. You are here, convenient, of the feminine persuasion and, if I do say so myself, appear to be quite delectable.” He suggestively ran the back of a gloved hand from her cheek down her neck. He paused for a beat at her shoulder, then continued over her breast to the swell of her hip, finally resting his open palm there. His fingers curled posessively into her yielding flesh. 

“I believe you will be able to assist me in that regard, should we come to an agreement. I also wish to attain my goals of escape and sales of my aurelac with all of my parts intact. In short, I want to have my cake and eat it too.” He grinned as if he was saying the simplest things in the world to an equal, not manhandling a captive. 

He was wrong about her rarely being propositioned. That wasn’t the case. It was just that no one ever talked to her or handled her that way when she couldn’t run away. Every other time that she had been confronted with this type of attention, she had been able to duck and run. She had eluded the rough hands and catcalls of the prospectors and hub toughs by hightailing it away from them. This man with his hands on her, making such suggestions was worse than those assholes, by far. He was responsible for her friend’s death and he had her tied and helpless, dependent on him in every way. He held the power of life or death over her and there was nowhere to run this time. 

She found her voice, hoarse and hesitating, ”You will get us off this rock and away safe if I, um...” She swallowed dryly and looked down to where his hand still rested heavily on her body. She found she could not quite bring herself to say the words. Her tongue peeked out to try to wet her lips, instead.

He looked her up and down, like a big cat considering its prey. His thoughts were obvious on his face. “Yes,” he said.

The brevity of his reply hammered home to her how serious he was. The ideas rushing through her mind gave her pause. It made her feel ill and not a little afraid, but what choice did she have, really? 

“For how long?” She asked, pragmatically. 

“Now that is somethin’ we should revisit frequently, as long as we are acquainted,” he said. Stepping backward, he seated himself on the center bulkhead. Shoulders canted forward, knees open, forearms resting lightly on his thighs, hands loose. A truthful stance, if she could be convinced that anything about this person was truthful. He continued, uninterrupted, “I would expect a period of no less than 30 cycles for you to remain in my company. During that time, you will make yourself available to me to assuage my desires as I see fit. On my part, I assure you, I will expect nothin’ from you that could be considered too far outside the realm of normalcy. You, however, shall retain no such restriction, should you choose to initiate events of your own devising.” he leered at her dangerously. The space between them was not nearly far enough for her liking. “That is fair enough for the exchange of your life and freedom, you will agree?” He asked.

“14,” she rebutted. “14 cycles.” Where had that come from? Was she really going along with this? Who knew what kind of perverted freak he was under all the flowery words? But staying here meant certain death and he didn’t really have to involve her in the decision making process, after all. For all his crimes and questionable behavior, he seemed bent on gaining her agreement, even if it was in all actuality, coerced. 

“21,” he grinned and leaned in close enough that she could smell his sweat and the dirt that clung to his suit. 

“20 cycles, ten points off your sale, and I’m free after,” she tossed quickly, not knowing where she was finding the strength to come back at him like this. He had her tied. He could take what he wanted. He could and she couldn’t stop him. But instead he was negotiating. What kind of man was this?

“Ten points? You are a mercenary after all,” he said, shaking his head. “We have ourselves a deal, birdie,” his smile grew broader, if that was possible. He removed his gloves, took her bound hands in both of his hard callused ones and gave them a brief shake. Then he turned to begin his work on the blackened panels that had billowed smoke much earlier. 

Some time later, he broke from his tinkering and declared, “As good as it will get, I suppose. Let us see if we can throw ourselves from this mortal coil to the waiting orbit which will gain us our future.” 

The starter key had been pulled as part of his repair checks and he now reinserted it. The launch process began. He flicked the switches and primed the machine, the same as she had done, but with a much different result. The mechanism purred quietly and he strapped himself into the pilot’s seat.

Barely a rumble disturbed the quiet pod. These last few moments had been the most peaceful since he had taken over. As he worked, he had not stopped talking. Anecdote after anecdote spilled from his lips as he regaled her. Talking and breathing seemed to be one and the same for this man. After the first half hour of non-stop speech from him, she had ceased giving him her full attention out of self preservation. Anyone who spoke that much could not possibly care if anyone was listening.

Instead, she had thought about her situation. The number of double-crosses leading up to this moment played in her mind. Damon had been greedy, yes, but this man had waylaid him in the first place. It was all too much for her to process, but she was here, now, and she had made a tacit agreement with the ruffian. For some reason, perhaps out of some deep denial, she was beginning to allow herself to believe in this deal they had struck. Nothing to do but bide her time. If an opportunity arose that allowed her to remove herself from the situation, she would take it, deal or no deal.

Trussed as she was, she had lost most of the feeling in her extremities after the second hour, but refused to speak up. Not out of fear this time. No, she remained silent from pure stubbornness, she admitted to herself. Not giving her captor the satisfaction of her needing anything from him was, as she saw it, the only power she held at the moment.

The takeoff was surprisingly uneventful for an aged, abused and overused rental. They attained orbit with the minimum of effort. The craft settled easily into its floating circuit of the green moon, matching the future track of the slingback’s return trip. 

A voice came to her through the disorientation she always experienced when being shot through the air at high speeds. It had never been bad enough that she had actually passed out, but the dark spots were familiar friends. Her eyes opened and she blinked them away. “What?” She slurred. 

He shook her shoulder. “I said, are you with me, girl?” His voice sounded sharp and irritated. The grav-plates had kicked on during stabilization and he stood over her, bending to examine her. He tilted her head back and lifted her eyelids one at a time, checking her pupils. 

She twisted her head away sharply and lifted her eyes to his. She tried to focus on his face. His worried face. He was worried about her? “Yes. I’m here. Just launch sickness. I’ll be fine in a minute.” She blinked hard and stretched her jaw, trying to find her equilibrium. 

“I am pleased to hear that. It would have been an unfortunate thing to have lost you after all the trouble we have gone through. To have it all be for naught would be sore disappointing. But here you are and right as rain by your own admission.” Satisfied that she wasn’t in a worse state than she was letting on, he turned away from her and began the process of removing his environment suit. 

The stories he told while performing the repairs had droned on so long that she had gotten lost in her own head. When they had launched, she was distracted by the physical effect it had on her and had momentarily forgotten her plight. Seeing his broad shoulders being revealed like that brought it all rushing back. He was wearing a thin navy blue shirt, but watching him remove the heavily woven, treated suit signified one less layer of separation between them.             

Her blood ran cold and she closed her eyes tightly. She took the extra precaution of facing the ceiling, trying to deny the situation her attention as long as possible. He would want her to make good on her bargain. Their time “together” had begun. 20 cycles and it would be over. Or sooner, if she had the opportunity. Her face flamed. She was to be his whore, or worse. What price for my life? she thought.

To her surprise, he didn’t approach her immediately. In addition to his pattering, pointless speech, she heard shuffling noises, folderbins opened and closed. It sounded like he was moving around the cabin straightening up. He had launched into another of his stories. This time about a rough takeoff he had experienced off some world or another, during another of his myriad harvests. Truth or fiction, she could not tell. His voice changed places around the room as the other noises subsided and then his steps drew close behind her.

“And so here I am. Another successful pull, minus a few colleagues and on my way again. Lucky to have met you, but have I really met you, girl? I do not even know your name.” She thought he must have seated himself on the same bulkhead as earlier. There was a bump as he disengaged the safety lock and then she felt the chair swivel. He meant for her to face him. Her eyes squeezed even harder. She wouldn’t answer him. Her lips pressed into a firm white line.

“Come now, I must call you somethin’ for the duration. Little bird is fine as an endearment, but as a name it is severely lacking. Do not be obstinate at this late hour,” he entreated. 

What was the point of not giving him my name? She thought. He will probably make one up and call me that if I don’t tell him. Or pry through my journals. “My name is Farra.” 

“Pleased to meet you, Farra. I am Ezra, if you had not gathered that from your eavesdroppin’ expedition in that poxy forest. I would be still better served if you would also open your eyes for me. This is no way to carry on a conversation. Very rude, indeed,” he scolded.

He still had not touched her, and she felt odd with her eyes shut so hard, so she squinted them open a bit. If he wasn’t decent, she would close them quickly and just continue pretending to be blind. But he was wearing a pair of lightweight long john pants and the dark navy t-shirt she had glimpsed earlier. His long, muscular arms were lightly furred, and he had taken a moment in his chores to wipe off some of the accumulated grime from his face and body. He looked almost presentable, if still very dangerous.

“Thank you for that,” Ezra said, smiling warmly at her. “It is disconcerting to speak to a seein’ person who will not acknowledge they are in the same room as the one who is speakin’. I believe we have a few details to hammer out before we get down to brass tacks, as it were.”

Farra’s eyes went wide and she leaned back hard into her seat. Her hands and legs were tingling and she couldn’t make them move. In fear again, fear that hadn’t really left, she said calmly, as if she had any control of anything, “Okay.”

He stood up hastily, startling her further. He put his hands out in front of himself several centimeters apart, palms up, showing her he wasn’t hiding anything. Regardless of his efforts, his approach made her compress herself farther into her seat.

“I just need to check somethin’ here, Farra. Do not be afraid,” he said, as he brushed her hair away from her neck. He gently pushed on the back of her head until she angled it down and away from him. “Ah, yes,” he murmured. “I see you are still current.”

Keeping her fertility inhibitor implant current was a prerequisite of all the outer belt hubs. A woman couldn’t get past onboarding without one, but leave it to a man to not know that. These communities controlled their population strictly and any possibility of adding another life to the stacks was anathema. Supplies were always scarce out here. Food, water, oxygen, all of it had to be carefully calculated and regulated. 

“Of course it is,” she said, looking up at him from an angle, her blond hair falling in her face. “You could have just asked.” A bright red blush crept up her neck and stained her cheeks. So this was how it would go.

“Certainly I could have asked, but would you have told me true?” He asked. “I do not know that you would,” he mused, answering his own question. Switching his focus back to her, he asked abruptly, “How many years do you have?” 

“20 standard,” she answered, matter of factly.

“I see, then. That is favorable, as well. It had not occurred to me to inquire earlier. Your petite size gave me a moment’s concern, but I am glad I judged correctly. I did say that we would commence shortly, didn’t I? Or did I fail to mention…” he trailed off, his attention drifting again.

She shook her head, “I can’t feel my hands. I think the circulation has been cut off for too long, Ezra.” It felt strange to say his name, all things considered. However, if he was going to insist on this “commencing”, as he put it, she didn’t want to be any more impaired than she was at the moment.

“Why did you not say so sooner?” He knelt, bringing his hands to hers, lifting and examining them carefully. “You are white as bone, my dear. This will not do.” He began to loosen the ties, but then stopped suddenly and looked her in the eyes. “Do I have your word that you will behave? I would not want to cause you undue harm through some stupid idea of yours gone wrong.” His eyes narrowed as he said this last.

Farra’s hands were indeed white, having lost circulation some time ago. Even as bent on obstruction as she had been, she was actually becoming concerned about them. “I swear,” she said, earnestly.

“You swear, what?” He asked, forcing her to speak her oath in full.

Reluctantly, Farra swore, “I will not do anything to try to harm you.”

“Or yourself.” Ezra’s voice was solemn and he held her chin firmly, so that she had no choice but to look in his eyes as she spoke.

“I swear I will not do anything to harm you or myself,” she said. 

He was being so in depth about all this. What if she had underestimated him? It would be a revelation if he turned out to be a thinking person, not just the brutal, thieving killer she had originally thought he was. In all her life, Farra had never broken her word. She didn’t want to do so now, but if her life was at stake...she would make that decision when she came to it.

“Alright, then, sweet Farra. Let us get some life back into these diminutive extremities of yours. I cannot have you losin’ limbs in my care.” He completely removed the rope from her wrists. The marks it left were livid against her pallid skin. Living as a floater didn’t give a person a lot of chances to take in much UV and it showed. 

Leaving her still harnessed to the copilot’s seat, Ezra chafed her hands between his. Hers were dead cold, but his hands were warm, if rough and large. After a short time of this, working her fingers back and forth and massaging the blood back in, he placed her hands back in her lap and laid his on them. “Squeeze,” he said.

To her surprise, she did. Weakly, yes, but a moment ago she would have sworn that she wouldn’t have been able to move them at all. “Thank you,” she said, in a moment of real gratitude. He had been so oddly polite this entire time, with his words, at least. It must be rubbing off. 

He studied her carefully. “Now that is somethin’ I thought I would have to wait a much longer time to hear from you, my dear. A genuine thank you.” He moved his gaze to their linked  hands, breaking his serious perusal of her face. “Though I must say, you may regret your momentary lapse before too long. As I said, I intend to make good on our bargain, Farra. Do try to behave and I will endeavor to make my attentions as bearable as possible for you. I am many things, but I am not a cruel man, as a rule.”

She heard what he said, saw his look, felt his hands on hers and resigned herself, finally, to what she imagined was ahead. If she could trust his words, she might not be in for something so horrible as she had been fearing. Regardless, this was not what she wanted. “Fine,” she said flatly, looking anywhere except at him. “What do you want me to do?”   

“You, yourself, need do nothin’. Leave it to me and try to relax.” He said softly, his lips close to her ear. With the same swift efficiency of motion she had seen him use before, he released the harness and pulled her up into his arms. He stood and waited a moment for her to find her feet.

She was a ragdoll. All those hours bound to the chair had made her boneless. She tried to raise her arms and found that folding them around his torso was her only option. He was much taller than she and the crown of her head nestled just below the top of his shoulder.

“Can you stand?” He asked, looking down at her.

His warm body against hers, his lean muscles and strong arms were overwhelming. Too much of him was touching her all at once. She felt fevered and would have fought him, if she had any strength left. Her words had escaped her again. Farra shut her eyes and shook her head against his shoulder. 

“Alright, then.” He scooped her up, one arm under her shoulders and one under her knees. “So high and mighty that she must be ferried everywhere, it seems.” 

His small joke did nothing to calm her nerves. She was still recovering from being restrained, dealing with the feel of him all around her and dreading what awaited her. Her hands, feet and legs tingled madly, almost to the point of pain as the circulation returned. She wrapped her limp arms around his neck for more stability and he carried her the few steps to the aft area of the pod. She noticed that the long flat cushions from the center bulkhead were now on the floor. One of the thin blankets had been spread on them and the meager pillows from the sleep kit placed at the top. A quick peek left and right told her that the rest of the space was neat and tidy. Just as she had suspected from the noises she heard, he had been clearing up. 

He laid her down on the padding and knelt over her. She turned her head away from him. One last attempt at negation of this whole situation she was in. She never should have listened to Damon when he said he was onto a sure thing. 

She felt Ezra’s lips on her bare neck, heard him breath in her scent, and shivered, deeply afraid. I won’t feel this, she thought. Her natural instinct was to fight, bite, claw, do whatever she could to stop this, but she knew she was no match for him, physically. She had to wait him out. Wait for a weak spot. 

Farra tried to block her mind off from her body. She thought about the view from the transport base, rebuilding the scaffolding and the gray-black background of space in her mind. Space and grey steel and stars on a blanket of black, repeating the thoughts over and over in her head.

Ezra undressed her slowly, pulling the loose knit sleep shirt over her head. Farra was bare underneath and her breasts slipped fetchingly from the fabric. The slight chill in the air caused her nipples to tighten and firm up like pink pearls against the sun-deprived translucence of her skin. He could see clearly the large vein that ran diagonally across her chest and traced it back and forth with one finger. Trailing the tips of his fingers down her chest, he felt gently along her ribcage to wrap around the dip of her waist, lingering in that space. He kept his hands there and passed his thumbs back and forth over her skin, tantalizingly faint. Then he began moving again, grazing her with his fingernails, drawing them up and down, creating pale pink lines from her belly to her collarbone, stimulating every nerve. 

Where his hands went, his mouth followed. Light kisses, pressing his lips to her skin, sometimes nipping with his teeth. Each caress was designed to set her skin on fire. He traced the line of her jaw and raked through her hair, spreading it out around her head. She tried desperately to stay still through all of this, but his lips and his hands were impossible to ignore. 

She gasped, pulled from behind her mental block by sensations she had never experienced before. His touch was so considerate, enticing, in the exploration of her body that she couldn’t ignore it. She had expected an onslaught. A violent taking. Not this slow progression of caresses, this careful manipulation. What she felt was so foreign and she couldn’t block it out. It felt…good. 

Ezra caught her attention returning to him and smiled at her until she opened her eyes and acknowledged him. His hands did not stop roaming her exposed body. She was so pliant, delicate, like the rarest flower petal. He took the opportunity provided by her shift in interest to reach an arm behind her back and arch her up to him. He framed her breast with his large hand and teased her nipple with a gentle pinch.

Farra drew in a sharp breath and stared up at Ezra. His smile, so infectious, became a glow as he saw that he had reached her. Her reactions were delicious, just as he had hoped. 

“Since it seems you have deemed me not totally abhorrent, would you be so kind as to assist me with my wardrobe?” He asked her, speaking against the space below her collarbone. The crown of his dark head rested just below her chin. 

Her answer was to gather his shirt and lift it slowly over his head. As she did so, his hands encircled her wrists, ready to immobilize her if she made a false move. So he doesn’t actually trust me, she thought. Smart.

She proceeded to remove the thin piece of clothing from his body, but before he released her wrists, he moved lower and took her small bud of a nipple into his mouth, sucking slightly. She moaned and arched under him, urging him to take her deeper. He smiled against her breast and obliged her, teasing the skin of her areola with his tongue. 

Until that moment, he had been lying next to her, half over and half off of her body. He hadn’t wanted to be too demanding too quickly. She was so obviously afraid of him, of this. He may have been a scoundrel, but he was not a brute. Now, her active participation showed him that he could be a bit more aggressive. He moved to cover her completely, his legs on either side of hers, arms bracing his weight, elbows on the mattress.

Farra hadn’t taken her eyes off of him once. Not since she had opened them with a moan and let him continue without fighting him. Now he was directly above her. His strong thighs bracketed her body and he closed the distance between them. They were breathing the same air. She could smell his breath, sharp and clean, and feel the warmth of it as he hovered there, so near her mouth. 

“I know we did not address this in our parlay,” he said quietly, his voice gravelly. “But I’m sure you know that a kiss is customary in these situations, and is considered quite within the bounds of normalcy. I will be making this a regular occurrence, Farra, and I do not want any surprises.” 

Farra was taken aback by his statement, the idea that even now he was referencing their accord, negotiating and probing with his words. Her response was to nod her head. She was delirious with sensation and it hadn’t even occurred to her to try to escape after those first few moments after he had laid her down. Her skin felt alive, and what he did to her body… If he wanted to do more, she wasn’t going to stop him. 

Confident that he had gained her compliance, that she wouldn’t bite or hurt him, Ezra grazed her mouth with his, as lightly as he had stroked her with his thumbs. He brushed her lips with his, a little harder with each pass. He drew her lower lip between his and sucked, just a little and when she opened her mouth, he tasted her. Lapping at her with his tongue, he mimed the penultimate act, in and out, he licked her there. She moaned and grazed her teeth over his tongue as he kissed her harder. 

This was nothing like her previous experiences. This musing progression. She knew from the vids and the foldies what this was all about. A girl couldn’t make it to age twenty and not know. Sex was everywhere, easy access, but she had never met “the one”. Her head was always in a book, or a flight manual, or learning the next gutter trade to get her to the next float. The rough touches and stolen kisses from the crass men she had been stuck with on the stations were nothing like this. She panicked and laid her hands flat against his firm chest. “I… I have to say something,” she said, turning her head from his kisses. 

“Then say it, girl,” he replied, holding his forehead to hers. “The hour draweth nigh.” Serious words, but his eyes twinkled and the lines at the corners multiplied. 

“I’ve never…,” she whispered, and this time it was his turn to be shocked. 

Ezra lifted himself a few centimeters, his eyebrows raised, and interjected, “Now, do not tell me that I may have the privilege to be your first experience in the art of love? That can not possibly be the case. For a beauty such as you to have remained unspoiled for all this time in this great world of trouble, would be a miracle indeed.” 

Farra, whose speech seemed to desert her at every turn, nodded at him solemnly. 

He balanced on one forearm and stroked his other hand down the side of her face to cup her chin. “Then I have struck an invaluable bargain, indeed, sweet Farra.” 

Hearing her name in his needy whisper made her shiver. This time with anticipation and not the persistent undermining terror she had felt before. This moment, this situation was right. Even if everything else had been so, so wrong. She did want this, she wanted him, after all. The apprehension and horror she had experienced over the last two cycles faded to the back of her mind and she raised her lips to his, lifting herself up from the floor to feel his body all along her own.

The growling moan that her capitulation wrenched from him was erotic in the extreme. The sound low and guttural, full of wanting. He redoubled his efforts, caressing, kissing her, pressing her down into the flat cushions with his strong, athletic body. They were still half clothed and he was quickly becoming frustrated with that fact.

He moved against Farra and slid his hand behind her, under the waistband of her pajamas and cupped her buttock. He kneaded her supple ass, the movement of his hand lowering her bottoms, exposing more and more of her body to his touch. 

She was so caught up in pleasure, that she wasn’t aware of being completely naked under him until he lifted her legs one at a time so that he was on his knees between them. He sat back on his heels, watching her.

Ezra ceased touching her and stayed there, like a man at a holy altar. Farra was spread out on the floor, eyes glazed and unfocused, hair a mess, splayed around her head like a gold halo, her chest heaving. The fierce hammer of her heart was clear in the vibration of the yielding arc of her breasts. Her waist and belly perfectly curved, the triangle of curls over her sex glistened with the wetness he had teased from her.

For once, Ezra seemed to be at a loss for words. Instead of his usual persuasive staccato, he simply reached forward and took her hands, placing them on his narrow hips above the waistband of his pants. The invitation implied, not spoken aloud. If this was what she wanted, if this was something more than a mercenary bargain, he wanted her to take the next step. 

Farra hooked her fingers into the elastic and pulled with no hesitation. His cock sprang free of the fabric, erect and laid nearly flat against his body. He was that hard. For me, she thought, and unconsciously wet her lips. She couldn’t look away. 

When she licked her lips, his penis gave a small jerk and he said, “We will have time for that later, my dear. For now let us just enjoy this languorous initiation.” His grin couldn’t have been wider.

She looked up at him, not completely understanding his reference at first. Then it hit her and her face, neck and breasts flushed. The bright color spread under her pallor, but she smiled back at him and laughed a little. It was all the invitation he needed. 

Ezra lowered himself until he was resting part of his weight on Farra’s small frame, their bellies together. Her feet were planted on the floor and her knees rose on either side of his hips as he lay between them. His hard length rubbed against her pubic hair and the wetness over her clitoris. She was so sensitized that she drew in a quick breath at the contact. She took advantage of having him right above her to kiss him there. His silky chest hair tickled her lips and she did it again, a little harder. His sharp intake of breath was music to her ears. 

He locked eyes with her as he reached between them, drawing his fingers over her slick vulva. The hot, wet folds parted easily and he slid his middle finger farther inside without any resistance. He held her gaze as he stroked her insistently. 

Farra made sharp keening noises she was not even aware of. She tried to lift her hips, to take more of him into herself, needing the feeling of, something, inside her. But he held her firmly to the floor, not letting her move. This was his show and she was the object of his attention. Right now, he would do what he wanted, and she would accept it. 

“Just relax, sweetheart. Give me a little of your trust. Upon my oath, you will not regret it,” he uttered into the shell of her ear. He took her earlobe between his teeth and pulled gently.

She did relax, then, against all odds, and let his touch and the barest rake of his teeth on her skin take her to new heights. Her hands roamed his sleek, muscled back, over the sharp wings of his shoulder blades. She reveled in the feel of his skin. It was damp with perspiration, but smooth under her fingertips and so wonderfully warm.

He moved his finger in and out of her, and Farra felt some discomfort. Not enough to override the pleasure, but a mild pinch inside of herself. Her vagina was so tight around him, as it was, but he added another finger, scissoring and stretching her further. Ezra worked her like that, getting her used to him. 

She was so slick that he gasped against her breast, where he was kissing her, worshipping her. His thumb brushed her most sensitive bud and she bucked against him involuntarily. Ezra’s grip on her kept her from moving much, but she was entranced with every sensation. Something was building inside of her and she had never felt this way before.

Their bodies writhed together, the perspiration from their shared actions making them glow under the sensor lights. Farra hooked her legs behind Ezra’s back, ran her hands over his shoulders and finally found her voice.

“Please, Ezra. Please, I want...I want you to…” She breathed.

He couldn’t resist this opportunity to make her acknowledge her need, “What do you want, Farra?” He asked, and pushed into her, holding still. Withholding his caresses and any further stimulation. 

She bit her lip and her eyes rolled upward, “I want you,” she said, hoping she wouldn’t have to say it.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Farra?” He asked harshly. 

“Yes,” she groaned, trying to make him push his fingers further into her needy hole.

“Then ask me nicely. Say please. Say it for me,” he demanded, ravaging her throat, leaving dark suckling marks as he kissed her.

“Please fuck me,” Farra begged him. “Please, please fuck me!” She was so far gone that she would have said anything to him to get to the peak she felt was just outside of her grasp. To make his hands move over her body again. 

With that, Ezra began to guide his thick length inside her. His earlier efforts had gotten her pussy so wet that her creamy juices flowed around his rock hard cock and coated her all the way down her ass. He shut his eyes and beads of sweat gathered at his hairline as he tried to hold himself in check. Her walls clenched around the tip of his swollen member pressing into her, deeper and deeper, chasing that sensation of her body’s need for him. 

Farra panted repeatedly, “Oh, oh, oh,” like a chant. She tried to do as he had said and willed herself to relax as he invaded her body. The stretch of him inside of her was such a strong, sweet feeling, but he was so big. The slickness he had coaxed from her was her only salvation. She kept her hips still under his, not wanting to ruin anything through her inexperience. The muscles inside of her were firing rhythmically, the way they did when she touched herself in private. It had always felt good when she used her fingers on herself, but this was much more powerful. The friction of his hot, hard cock inside of her raised that feeling to new peaks. 

Ezra paused as he felt resistance against the sensitive head of his penis, knowing he would hurt her, but wanting this too much. She had begged him, for Kevva’s sake! He also trusted that he could bring her back, too, to the pleasure he felt coursing around him. The shiver of her body under his as he took her told him that her need was great. 

“Little bird,” he said gravely, using the name to hopefully show her this was not a mean thing he intended to do. “Little bird, there will be some pain for you now, but that is the way of the world. I do not take joy in this, but if you will trust me, joy we may have.” He gazed at her earnestly, his eyes centimeters from her own. He held her immobile under him as he waited, in pain and pleasure, for her acknowledgement. 

Farra nodded and Ezra claimed her mouth in a deep kiss as he thrust himself fast into her. The sharp pain drew a cry from her, but it was muffled by his lips on hers. She felt so full, so overstimulated. The pain subsided quickly, but it was still a shock after all the indulgent touches and sweet pleasure he had brought from her body. 

When her breathing became regular again, Ezra allowed himself to slide in and out in slow strokes. He angled his movement to drag himself across her clitoris, building her arousal again. She arched her back with each thrust, each time drawing him over that part of her that was more alive than she had ever been able to achieve before. Instinctively, she moved with him, as he delved harder into her pussy. 

He began to talk to her then, but she couldn’t keep up with what he was saying. Filthy things he wanted to do to her, descriptions of what he was doing that moment, how she felt, wrapped around him, her wetness, her drooling cunt, he called it. How he loved to feel her squeezing his cock. He went on and on. She shuddered and felt herself coming apart. Her pussy clenched and tightened, drawing his length into her again and again as she saw stars and swirls of color behind her eyelids. Her whole body tingled and vibrated and she cried out over and over, “Oh!! Oh my god!” as she came. 

The overwhelming feelings were still at their peak when she felt Ezra change from his steady rhythm with a sharp cry. He began thrusting into her harder even than before, holding her body to his firmly.  His actions drew more and stronger contractions from her dripping hot pussy and she screamed in earnest; a wordless expression of her overwhelming pleasure as she felt the searing wetness of his cum spurt inside of her. He seated himself fully inside of her, withdrawing only slightly each time his cock pulsed against her walls, nearly in time with her own internal spasms. They wound down their movements in sync, slowing and then finally ceasing altogether. 

Ezra collapsed on top of her, completely spent. They lay there, wet from their exertion and arousal, exhausted. Farra smiled when she realized he had actually stopped talking. 

“Hey,” she said, after a minute or two of the silence. Her voice cracked, “You’re kind of crushing me.” The air had been pushed out of her lungs and she had trouble drawing a breath under the weight of him. 

His arms shook as he lifted himself off her and shifted to her side, disengaging their bodies. Ezra was flushed underneath his naturally olive skin color, and his hair was soaked with sweat. Farra lay flat, breathing deeply, and he adjusted himself to rest his head on her chest. 

How interesting, she thought. She felt his need to be held almost psychically. It was as if the afterglow of their lovemaking had given her some odd insight into this contradiction of a man. He spoke and spoke, and said utterly filthy things to her, used her body and made her feel so many things in the process. He killed and stole and bargained. And all along, some part of him craved this. He needed this attention from her.

This is an essential thing to him, she thought, and wrapped her arm around his neck, draping it over his shoulder, gathering his overheated body to hers. He laid his arm over her abdomen and cuddled her close. The light from the primary planet reflected through the window, illuminating both of them, naked and spent on the floor of their tiny pod. 

[fanaticwriting09]

How do you Like it?

Pairing: Cockles X Reader, Jensen Ackles x Misha Collins x Reader, Misha Collins x Jensen Ackles

Rating: 18+, NSFW Word Count: 1700 Warnings: Light D/s elements, Light Punishment, Poly relationship, Smut. Authors Notes: This is basically just porn with a small plot thanks to an idea that just came to me. 

  It had been 3 weeks since you last saw Misha and Jensen, that’s the longest you all had been apart since they invited you into this crazy relationship nearly 6 months ago. That’s why it didn’t surprise you when Jensen walked into the house and things move from zero to sixty fast. One moment you’re sitting on the couch watching TV and next thing you know you’re shirtless and he’s sucking a hickie into your neck with you perched precariously on his lap, a very visible tent growing in his pants.  Sliding your hand down his bare chest you moved to rub his erection through his pants when you felt a hand stop you. Looking up at him confused you couldn't hold back the pout, it had been weeks since you had touched each other and you were dying to feel him again. 

"You know we can't do anything till Misha gets back sweetheart, wouldn't want him to be left out would you?" 

Shaking your head you climbed off his lap, not able to avoid the sulking look on your face. A few minutes of silence passed as you stared blankly off into the distance, finally the sound of Misha coming through the front door caught your ears but truth be told you weren't really in the mood anymore. 

You looked up when you heard him come into the room, returning his smile that changed into a look of question when he realized you were only half dressed. Misha came closer, giving Jensen a quick kiss before turning his attention to you, doing the same.

"Having fun without me I see."

"No we weren't actually," you said a little harsher than you meant, giving Jensen a short glare. Noticing the tension he turned to Jensen.

"What happened?" 

"We were fooling around and someone got a little excited, I just reminded her that we needed to wait for you and so now she's pouting." 

Misha looked between Jensen and you before finally standing up from where he had been crouched in front of you both.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" 

You couldn't help but jump as he raised his voice.

"Three weeks, you realize that? Three weeks we've been away from her and you're just going to what, deny her?" 

Jensen went to say something but Misha held his hand up, silencing his boyfriend. Holding his hand out to you he murmured "come here baby." 

Pulling you close he kissed you softly, his hand running from the nape of your neck down the length of your body stopping when it reached your pants dipping in them he brushed his fingers through your folds, groaning into the kiss at the feel of your wetness. 

Pulling back he smiled, his finger still lightly toying with you. "All of this, just for Jensen and he wasted it, didn't he?" 

Nodding you did your best not to close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of someone's hands finally on you. Without turning his attention away from you he spoke to Jensen.

"Pants off, now. If you can't give her what she obviously needs, I'm going to let her take it, and you're not going to do anything but let her." 

Jensen grunted out a "yes sir" as he shifted pulling his pants and boxers off, Misha worked to undo your own pants, sliding them down your legs. 

"Now sweet girl, I want you to ride Jensen, cum as many times as you want, but first." He added walking away coming back quickly with a small object in his hand, he gave you a smirk before crouching down in front of Jensen again. 

"First, I'm going to make sure Jensen doesn't get to cum. If he can't take care of you, he shouldn't get to be taken care of should he?" 

 Jensen whimpered and you watched as Misha stroked him to hardness before sliding a cock ring on tightly securing his shaft to ensure he wouldn’t be cumming until Misha allowed it. 

Standing again Misha pulled you in for another kiss, this one deeper than before, his hands roaming your body as you felt your skin heat up beneath them. He kept kissing you as he slowly helped you remove your clothes, knowing he was helping you just as much as he was teasing Jensen. 

"Now sweet girl, are you ready to ride Jensen?" You nodded, your bottom lip pulled tight between your teeth. 

Misha moved you stand in front of Jensen, his hands on your hips reminding you he was still very much in charge. 

"You," he said directed towards Jensen. "Hands on the back of the couch. I don't wanna see them move or I will tie you up and you'll end up wearing that the rest of the night." He added, gesturing towards Jensen cock straining under the ring. 

Jensen groaned and you couldn't help the little smirk that played on your lips, the look he gave you letting you know he noticed it and you would certainly be getting paid back for this. The thought of that alone sent a shiver over you that Misha noticed. 

"Eager are we little girl? Climb on up on Jensen's lap and get yourself ready sweetheart." 

Obeying you moved to straddle Jensen, your hands resting on his shoulders and your core hovering just above his erection and you couldn't help but notice him buck his hips up slightly, trying to close the distance. You heard Misha tut before giving a slap to Jensen's cock before guiding you down, you let out a gutteral moan as he stretched and filled you. 

"Does he feel good sweetheart?"

"Fuck yes, I forgot how thick he was." 

 You couldn't help but pant as you adjusted to Jensen's size Your hips slowly started to rotate as you began a slow pace, rising until only the tip was left and lowering back down almost agonizingly slow, wanting to draw your first orgasm out as long as possible. Misha growing out of patience moved a hand to your hip, helping guide your pace making you speed up. His other hand began to dance along your bare skin, goosebumps rising under his feather light touch until he reached your nipple, you couldn't help the breathy moan that escaped your lips as he pinched and tweaked it. 

You felt the orgasm beginning to blossom in your core as your breathing started coming out in quicker shallow breaths, Misha's breath hot on your neck as he started peppering kisses along it, whispering to you, his eyes not doubt on Jensen who looked like he was seconds away from snapping himself.

"Does that feel good sweetheart, taking something Jensen was mean enough not to want to give you?" 

"Ye-yes Misha." 

"I want you to look at Jensen when you cum, show him how good you're making yourself feel on his cock." 

You nodded, swallowing hard as your felt your first orgasm hit you, your eyes locked on Jensen's as you moaned loudly, your thighs tightening around Jensen's. 

Your head fell back to Misha's shoulder as your movements slowed, your breath and heartbeat slowing down as well.

"Fuck, doesn't she look amazing when she cums Jensen? Too bad you didn't actually have anything to do with it huh? I think she should take one more, what do you say sweetheart, can you take another orgasm from Jensen." 

 You nodded, seeing the lust on Jensen's face inspired you through your exhaustion. Turning your head you pulled Misha in for a searing kiss,smirking at the feeling of Jensen twitching inside of you, you knew you had accomplished your goal of teasing him more. Slowly your hips began to move again, your body tired but craving more, you knew a second orgasm wouldn’t take long at all given how long it had been since you had, had any. 

   Moving your attention back to Jensen you planted your hands on his shoulders, using them as leverage to help you move faster, your hips rolling now in a steady rhythm. Leaning forward you ghosted your lips over Jensen’s ear as you spoke, “Pity you can’t move your hands, I bet they would feel amazing on my skin right now, daddy” 

You couldn’t help but let out a wicked little chuckle when you heard him growl, his hands gripping the back of the couch tighter. 

 Sitting up you let out a little gasp, Misha’s hands once again roaming your body this time working their way down your stomach. You mewled under his touch when his fingers found their way to your clit, your leg giving a little involuntary twitch at the intrusion.  

 “She is stunning, isn’t she Jen? Let’s see if I can’t help her soak your cock. Wouldn’t that be something.” 

 You moaned at the combination of his words and movements, feeling that familiar feeling beginning to pool in your belly, your hands gripping Jensen’s shoulders tighter as you tried to keep your movements steady. 

“Fuck, that feels so good.”

“That’s right little girl, tell Jensen how good his cock is making you feel” 

“So good, fuck!” You yelped when Misha’s other hand made it’s way to your breast, a nipple trapped between his fingers. 

  Your legs began to tighten around Jensen’s yet again as you felt the dam begin to break, your movements all but stopped as Misha continued his assault on your clit, drawing the orgasm out in waves until you finally felt what he was working towards, a gush of liquid flooding from your body as the built up tension finally let go. 

Unable to hold on anymore you slumped forward, clinging to Jensen’s body as you tried to control your breathing, everything feeling heavy.

“That’s a good girl” Misha praised as he planted a kiss to your shoulder, your eyes were so heavy you could tell he was moving but didn’t care what for. You whimpered as you felt Jensen slide out of you, his strong arms wrapping around you as he stood. Moments later you felt the soft cushion of the mattress underneath you and the tale tell signs of them cleaning you up, Jensen and misha both whispering words of praise as they joined you in bed.

[lost-tanuki-tales]

Prompt fill - TDF

Oneshot Prompts Challenge: Loss of Control, Messy Cleanup. Word count: 2.9k.

"All right, Leonida. Are you ready?"

Leo nodded and held out her arm.

"Go ahead, doc."

"Subject #001, Leonida Trust, 34-year-old female. Test #056 of section #24-12. The goal is the calibration of the assault rifle located in the subject's left forearm. Deploy."

Leo made a fist with her hand and the smooth plates that made up her skin silently slid to the sides. A long metal rod gleamed in the neon lights as it sprang out of cover : the top of a rifle, from the receiver down to the muzzle.

"Load."

This was where the last tests had failed. Leo rotated her fist and felt the bullet click in place inside her arm.

"Hey, it works!" she yelled excitedly.

Doctor Whittler smiled. "Keep it down, Leonida. Now fire."

She twisted her wrist back in place and felt the moment the bullet was propelled forward. The force of it made her stumble back and the shot went awry, but the reinforcements beneath her skin and notably of her elbow joint greatly disminished the impact of the recoil on her body.

"Holy shit," she breathed.

"In position," called Doctor Whittler. "Your stance is unsteady, you can do better than that. You trained more than enough for this."

Leo retorted : "Yeah, well receiving the impact from the outside isn't quite the same as receiving it from the inside, now is it doc?"

She was ready to concede that the force that had been used in training had felt similar, but there was a big difference between stopping an oncoming blow with her palm held straight out and having it directly applied to her joint.

"How the hell am I supposed to aim steady like this?" she asked.

Doctor Whittler sighed. "Training, as always. I'm sure you'll get the hang of it. In position."

Leo complied without grumbling because she was excited to get this to work too. Both women had spent the night perfecting the weapon in her forearm so they'd have conclusive results to show the rest of the team. Doctor Nima and Doctor Rotuje were staring intensely at the scene and Doctor Legain was scribbling away on his little notebook.

"Deploy."

It took reaching test #112 three days later to complete basic calibration of the assault rifle. It took months for Leo to calibrate every part of her body, and a few years to completely master it. But it was worth it, she thought as she ran through enemy fire. She'd finally been deemed efficient enough to be tested directly on the battlefield. She had no breath to lose, and the hammering of her heart was a phantom feeling born from memory alone. Bullets wouldn't wound her like they did regular humans. Leonida was stronger, faster, had superhuman stamina. Like this, she could protect others.

There were many wounded but no casualties on their side when the battle reached its conclusion. Leo had managed to stop the bleeding for the three most grievous wounds. She was unsure whether the one with the head injury would ever be fit for combat again but he would survive, and for now it was the best anyone could do. She looked herself over. She'd taken a bullet but it hadn't hurt, and all that remained in the point of impact was a small dirty spot on her flank. Even though Leo's resilience to bullets of all kinds had already been tested she was always amazed at the durability of her skin.

Her first trial as an enhanced military fighter was deemed a success, and so she was sent out again. Sometimes she'd be used as backup for her medical abilities, other times as a one-man army. She could fight alongside comrades-in-arms in a warzone in the middle of the day or be part of a stealth unit at night. Leonida Trust had always been known as a good fighter but her many achievements pushed her up the ranks. Her versatility pleased the higher-ups and the next phase of Project MATES was greenlit whereupon five other subjects began testing and had their body altered in the same way. Things were going smoothly. Then, there was an incident.

"Targets acquired. Give me the all clear," ordered Leo.

"All clear."

"All clear."

"All clear."

"Roger," she murmured, and she raised both of her folded arms above the dirt she was using as cover.

One grenade would suffice but she needed to send the second one close after in case the first didn't land true. She focused on the group of three men hidden inside the flimsy shelter and readied her weapons to initiate the process, and then jerked her arms away at the last moment. The first grenade exploded in a huge pile of supplies way off its mark and it took all of Leo's concentration to stop the second from getting launched completely. A cloud of smoke rose from the burning stocks of food and alarmed yells started rising all around the enemy camp.

"What the fuck, Trust!" Werner's shout crackled on the radio.

Leo cursed. Two women and their kids had appeared at the window just as she'd triggered the launch and her reflexes had taken over. She'd made a worthless mistake and they'd lost the element of surprise as a result.

"Shoot before they move out!" yelled Mullins.

"Too late," Cantrell cut in. "They're dispersing."

"Move in, move in!" Leo barked, grabbing her rifle and jumping over the dirt mound.

Her legs propelled her forwards at a vehicle's speed and she was the first to get into shooting range of her targets. She lifted up the firearm looped around her torso and pulled the trigger, shooting down one of the enemy leaders and catching another in the leg. Leo heard a woman scream and children crying and calling for their mother. Her head whipped around and she saw that one of the women had been gunned down, and more men were coming out of the three surrounding shelters with aggressive shouting. She recognized Mullins and Cantrell standing a few yards away and had the time to see Werner chasing after one of the fleeing targets before something heavily collided with her back and she was thrown through the walls of the nearest hut. Only one coherent thought had the time to form in her mind while she was airborne, which was that whatever had hit her must've been pretty powerful to have sent her flying like this. Then she landed and smacked her head against the ground hard enough that the world flickered. Something above her elbow clicked almost simultaneously and she heard something metallic violently ricochet against the cracked earth a few feet away. Leo's eyes widened in the second it took her to realize that the control she'd had over her systems had just faltered in the moment she'd been stunned. She opened her mouth to scream a warning.

The explosion threw the sound of her voice into oblivion and she was blasted back, her body thrown across the ground and hit by flying debris. She rolled to a stop, ears ringing, head throbbing. Her face and hands burned and she was dazed for several seconds, trying to pull herself up and squinting at her surroundings. There were muffled sounds of fire around her, crackling and shooting, and she could guess that she'd probably gotten rammed into by the armored vehicle that was stopped in the exact spot she'd been standing in just a few seconds ago. Leo quickly got back to her feet and noticed she'd lost her rifle, but that didn't matter. Recovery was easier for her than it was for her human comrades and she lifted her right arm to shoot at the nearby enemies that were still standing. Leo saw the way their eyes widened when they realized the weapon was in her arm and that she wasn't getting wounded by the bullets they retaliated with; she was used to it, and she knew to duck just as they got the idea to shoot her in the head instead. They were too slow for her, she knew the way they'd react, had seen it countless times before.

"Fuck, Trust, what did you do?!" bellowed Werner from the side. He must've been closer than she'd thought, or maybe she'd been thrown in his direction by the blast.

"Shut up and stay alive!" she yelled back. Neither Cantrell nor Mullins were saying anything but it was hard to hear anything above the gunfire in her ears.

The grenade had wiped out nearly half the enemies when it had landed right in the middle of the small camp and incapacitating the rest took less than ten minutes. The harsh strafing fell away and was replaced by the softer sounds of human agony. Moaning, cursing, sobbing floated over the scene as blood spilled and spread out in puddles. Leo stared at the havoc they'd wreaked. Werner ran past her to one of the bodies laying on the ground.

"Shit. Shit! Cantrell! Miles!"

Leonida followed him on autopilot and saw Cantrell laying bloodied in Werner's arms. She knew it was Cantrell, not from his face which was so mangled it was unrecognizable, nor from his tall stature which was missing a leg; she knew it was him because one of his hands was half-open and his fingers limply curled around the the lucky charm he carried around in the crude shape of a four-leaved clover made out of clay. Leo knew it was so unrefined because a child had made it, because Cantrell had told them all during an evening they'd been allowed to relax and learn more about each other. Leonida had seen her fair share of dead bodies and lost many friends in battle and it never got easier.

"Fuck," Werned cursed in a choked voice. "He's dead."

Leonida looked around to find Mullins but there was nothing, not a single distinctive sign that could tell her which of the bodies on the ground belonged to the soldier.

"Mullins!" she shouted.

No answer.

"He got shot just before you threw that grenade," quietly said Werner. He laid Cantrell back down to the ground and got to his feet. "Fucking hell, Trust, what the hell were you thinking?"

Leonida stared at him. "Can you confirm the death of the target you were after?"

Werner's face slackened in disbelief, and then he roared: "You killed Cantrell!"

"Yes, and Mullins is my fault as well. This is all my responsability," she flatly answered. She could tell from Werner's reaction that there was no target left to terminate but she still needed to make sure. "This is an order as your superior: confirm the kill, Werner."

The man stared at her in horrified incredulity and eventually nodded. "Yeah, I... Yeah. He's dead. His body's over there."

Leo marched in the direction he'd pointed her to and found the target with three holes in his chest. He wasn't breathing. She then made her way across the battlefield to check the numerous bodies, kicking away the weapons that were too close to hostile hands, blocking out the sounds of children crying over their parents' bodies, and found her two targets dead as well. She also found Mullins' corpse riddled with bullets in the process.

Leo knew she'd caused this mass murder by not going through with launching the grenades at the three leaders when they'd been gathered in one spot. She knew Mullins wouldn't have died if she'd done her part of the mission correctly, so that they could've retreated afterwards like they'd meant to do. She knew it was her weapon that had directly caused the disfigurement and death of Miles Cantrell. They'd all known there was always a possibility to die in battle, but not like this. Not by friendly fire, not at the hands of a companion.

She turned to Werner, feeling nothing but cold and empty. "We have to clean up this place."

Werner was still staring at her with wide eyes that were equally revulsed and aghast. He was staring at her like he wasn't facing his captain, like he wasn't facing the talented and charismatic Leonida Trust, but a monster he'd never known existed until now. Sometimes Leonida really felt the part. She gestured to Cantrell.

"I'll handle him and Mullins if that makes it easier for you. You know what to do with the rest."

Werner's gaze flickered to the bodies that had now all ceased moving entirely. The scene felt surreal, two individuals standing nearly unharmed in the middle of a sea of blood, gore and corpses. Their unit often did dirty work but they were good at what they did and it had never gotten this bad. Now they weren't a unit anymore, just an unsteady half that would probably be pulled apart as soon as they returned to make their report.

The man pulled himself together with visible effort and gave a curt nod. "Yes, Captain."

He walked off to start picking up the enemies' weapons and Leonida searched for Cantrell's missing limb. Her feet squelched in the spots where blood mixed with earth that wasn't quite as dry to form red mud, and small pieces of flesh stuck to her shoes and clothes. Maybe some of it was Cantrell's. Leo felt a strong wave of disgust towards the slick mess of human matter on and around her and most of all towards herself. She ragingly swiped at her clothes with hands that stung from the burns the explosion had inflicted her skin and shook them free of the cold, gunky bits. As she continued searching her gaze then landed on a limb covered in soiled fabric, the bone jaggedly cut where it had been torn away. The dirt around it was streaked with blood. Leonida forced herself to come closer and crouched next to it. The hands that reached out to pick up the leg didn't feel like they belonged to her.

Leo carried it back to Cantrell and pulled up the soldier's body as well- careful to slip the clay clover in her own pocket first so that it wouldn't get lost- and dragged what had once been a friendly, calm and appreciated individual all the way back to where they'd left their vehicle. She gently laid Cantrell's body down and gazed at the flayed face. One of his eyes had been gouged out by the shrapnel.

"I'm sorry," she whispered to him. She felt so empty. There were a lot of things she wanted to tell him but it was all useless, and she wouldn't have expected him to be willing to listen even if he was hanging around as a ghost. She'd killed him. It had been an accident, but she'd killed him. In the end she just repeated: "I'm sorry."

And then she turned back around to go get Mullins' body, as well. She didn't speak again. By the time she'd wrapped both bodies in a tarpaulin, pushed them in the back of the vehicle and joined up with Werner, he'd gathered eight of the twenty-seven corpses on the edge of the camp. Leonida helped with the rest, dragging the red oozing bodies across the earth and painting it with large irregular strokes of crimson. The children seemed to have all been spared and they were huddled around the surviving woman, all of them silent and wide-eyed. The clean up was very quiet. Grim, tedious, messy, and quiet.

Werner and Leonida left the place while it was still night. The desperate screaming of the sole five survivors had started up again, but it was feeble against the roar of the huge fire at their back. The air smelled like burning meat and hair. The stench clung to their clothes and gear, and the vehicle was already filled with death when they got in. They didn't talk to each other, didn't look at each other. Leo apologized one last time as she drove her men back to the base. Werner looked outside the window and didn't answer.

Werner's testimony was in accordance with hers and it lead to the questioning of how far emotion and doubt could compromise a human weapon's efficiency. Up until now Leo's many successes had allowed the Project MATES team to soothe these concerns, but her mistake was the first step of its gradual downfall. There was another incident about a month later when one of the subjects accidentally discharged in Doctor Rotuje's stomach. Then a scandal involving Doctor Nima and unethical experiments exploded, and the researcher disappeared. With two of its head researchers missing and problems coming up one after the other, Project MATES lost fundings and was finally dropped in favor of continuing the development of android fighters instead. Leonida was still a MATES and so were the other subjects that had agreed to undergo the enhancement process, and it wasn't like they could go back to what they'd been before. They were kept in the army, each of them was assigned a military technician for repairs and reports who they were told they'd have to lug around for the foreseeable future, and soon after they were all sent on their respective missions.

This was how Leonida jump-started the fall of a billion-dollar worth project, fucked up her mental state even further, met the prickly Arkady Dragunin, and ultimately ended up getting sent to space alone with the guy.

(The Disaster Five are also on AO3.)

[southernbell91]

How do you like it?

Pairing: Cockles X Reader, Jensen Ackles x Misha Collins x Reader, Misha Collins x Jensen Ackles

Rating: 18+, NSFW Word Count: 1700 Warnings: Light D/s elements, Light Punishment, Poly relationship, Smut. Authors Notes: This is basically just porn with a small plot thanks to an idea that just came to me. This story is crossposted from @fanaticwriting09

 It had been 3 weeks since you last saw Misha and Jensen, that’s the longest you all had been apart since they invited you into this crazy relationship nearly 6 months ago. That’s why it didn’t surprise you when Jensen walked into the house and things move from zero to sixty fast. One moment you’re sitting on the couch watching TV and next thing you know you’re shirtless and he’s sucking a hickie into your neck with you perched precariously on his lap, a very visible tent growing in his pants.  Sliding your hand down his bare chest you moved to rub his erection through his pants when you felt a hand stop you. Looking up at him confused you couldn’t hold back the pout, it had been weeks since you had touched each other and you were dying to feel him again.

“You know we can’t do anything till Misha gets back sweetheart, wouldn’t want him to be left out would you?"

Shaking your head you climbed off his lap, not able to avoid the sulking look on your face. A few minutes of silence passed as you stared blankly off into the distance, finally the sound of Misha coming through the front door caught your ears but truth be told you weren’t really in the mood anymore.

You looked up when you heard him come into the room, returning his smile that changed into a look of question when he realized you were only half dressed. Misha came closer, giving Jensen a quick kiss before turning his attention to you, doing the same.

"Having fun without me I see.”

“No we weren’t actually,” you said a little harsher than you meant, giving Jensen a short glare. Noticing the tension he turned to Jensen.

“What happened?"

"We were fooling around and someone got a little excited, I just reminded her that we needed to wait for you and so now she’s pouting."

Misha looked between Jensen and you before finally standing up from where he had been crouched in front of you both.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

You couldn’t help but jump as he raised his voice.

"Three weeks, you realize that? Three weeks we’ve been away from her and you’re just going to what, deny her?"

Jensen went to say something but Misha held his hand up, silencing his boyfriend. Holding his hand out to you he murmured "come here baby."

Pulling you close he kissed you softly, his hand running from the nape of your neck down the length of your body stopping when it reached your pants dipping in them he brushed his fingers through your folds, groaning into the kiss at the feel of your wetness.

Pulling back he smiled, his finger still lightly toying with you. "All of this, just for Jensen and he wasted it, didn’t he?"

Nodding you did your best not to close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of someone’s hands finally on you. Without turning his attention away from you he spoke to Jensen.

"Pants off, now. If you can’t give her what she obviously needs, I’m going to let her take it, and you’re not going to do anything but let her."

Jensen grunted out a "yes sir” as he shifted pulling his pants and boxers off, Misha worked to undo your own pants, sliding them down your legs.

“Now sweet girl, I want you to ride Jensen, cum as many times as you want, but first.” He added walking away coming back quickly with a small object in his hand, he gave you a smirk before crouching down in front of Jensen again.

“First, I’m going to make sure Jensen doesn’t get to cum. If he can’t take care of you, he shouldn’t get to be taken care of should he?"

Jensen whimpered and you watched as Misha stroked him to hardness before sliding a cock ring on tightly securing his shaft to ensure he wouldn’t be cumming until Misha allowed it.

Standing again Misha pulled you in for another kiss, this one deeper than before, his hands roaming your body as you felt your skin heat up beneath them. He kept kissing you as he slowly helped you remove your clothes, knowing he was helping you just as much as he was teasing Jensen.

"Now sweet girl, are you ready to ride Jensen?” You nodded, your bottom lip pulled tight between your teeth.

Misha moved you stand in front of Jensen, his hands on your hips reminding you he was still very much in charge.

“You,” he said directed towards Jensen. “Hands on the back of the couch. I don’t wanna see them move or I will tie you up and you’ll end up wearing that the rest of the night.” He added, gesturing towards Jensen cock straining under the ring.

Jensen groaned and you couldn’t help the little smirk that played on your lips, the look he gave you letting you know he noticed it and you would certainly be getting paid back for this. The thought of that alone sent a shiver over you that Misha noticed.

“Eager are we little girl? Climb on up on Jensen’s lap and get yourself ready sweetheart."

Obeying you moved to straddle Jensen, your hands resting on his shoulders and your core hovering just above his erection and you couldn’t help but notice him buck his hips up slightly, trying to close the distance. You heard Misha tut before giving a slap to Jensen’s cock before guiding you down, you let out a gutteral moan as he stretched and filled you.

"Does he feel good sweetheart?”

“Fuck yes, I forgot how thick he was."

You couldn’t help but pant as you adjusted to Jensen’s size Your hips slowly started to rotate as you began a slow pace, rising until only the tip was left and lowering back down almost agonizingly slow, wanting to draw your first orgasm out as long as possible. Misha growing out of patience moved a hand to your hip, helping guide your pace making you speed up. His other hand began to dance along your bare skin, goosebumps rising under his feather light touch until he reached your nipple, you couldn’t help the breathy moan that escaped your lips as he pinched and tweaked it.

You felt the orgasm beginning to blossom in your core as your breathing started coming out in quicker shallow breaths, Misha’s breath hot on your neck as he started peppering kisses along it, whispering to you, his eyes not doubt on Jensen who looked like he was seconds away from snapping himself.

"Does that feel good sweetheart, taking something Jensen was mean enough not to want to give you?"

"Ye-yes Misha."

"I want you to look at Jensen when you cum, show him how good you’re making yourself feel on his cock."

You nodded, swallowing hard as your felt your first orgasm hit you, your eyes locked on Jensen’s as you moaned loudly, your thighs tightening around Jensen’s.

Your head fell back to Misha’s shoulder as your movements slowed, your breath and heartbeat slowing down as well.

"Fuck, doesn’t she look amazing when she cums Jensen? Too bad you didn’t actually have anything to do with it huh? I think she should take one more, what do you say sweetheart, can you take another orgasm from Jensen."

You nodded, seeing the lust on Jensen’s face inspired you through your exhaustion. Turning your head you pulled Misha in for a searing kiss,smirking at the feeling of Jensen twitching inside of you, you knew you had accomplished your goal of teasing him more. Slowly your hips began to move again, your body tired but craving more, you knew a second orgasm wouldn’t take long at all given how long it had been since you had, had any.

 Moving your attention back to Jensen you planted your hands on his shoulders, using them as leverage to help you move faster, your hips rolling now in a steady rhythm. Leaning forward you ghosted your lips over Jensen’s ear as you spoke, “Pity you can’t move your hands, I bet they would feel amazing on my skin right now, daddy”

You couldn’t help but let out a wicked little chuckle when you heard him growl, his hands gripping the back of the couch tighter.

Sitting up you let out a little gasp, Misha’s hands once again roaming your body this time working their way down your stomach. You mewled under his touch when his fingers found their way to your clit, your leg giving a little involuntary twitch at the intrusion.  

“She is stunning, isn’t she Jen? Let’s see if I can’t help her soak your cock. Wouldn’t that be something.”

You moaned at the combination of his words and movements, feeling that familiar feeling beginning to pool in your belly, your hands gripping Jensen’s shoulders tighter as you tried to keep your movements steady.

“Fuck, that feels so good.”

“That’s right little girl, tell Jensen how good his cock is making you feel”

“So good, fuck!” You yelped when Misha’s other hand made it’s way to your breast, a nipple trapped between his fingers.

Your legs began to tighten around Jensen’s yet again as you felt the dam begin to break, your movements all but stopped as Misha continued his assault on your clit, drawing the orgasm out in waves until you finally felt what he was working towards, a gush of liquid flooding from your body as the built up tension finally let go.

Unable to hold on anymore you slumped forward, clinging to Jensen’s body as you tried to control your breathing, everything feeling heavy.

“That’s a good girl” Misha praised as he planted a kiss to your shoulder, your eyes were so heavy you could tell he was moving but didn’t care what for. You whimpered as you felt Jensen slide out of you, his strong arms wrapping around you as he stood. Moments later you felt the soft cushion of the mattress underneath you and the tale tell signs of them cleaning you up, Jensen and misha both whispering words of praise as they joined you in bed.

[slightly-nerdy-rambles]

Robstarweek Day 1: City-Sitting (Prompt: Wayne Manor)

Heeere we are, it’s Robstarweek! This is the first year I’ve gotten to participate, and after seeing some of the great writing and art that’s come from previous years I am pumped. These oneshots will all be crossposted to my fanficition.net account under the collective title “Stardust in Her Hair (Robstarweek 2019)” if anyone wants to see them there.

For day one, “Wayne Manor,” I was both intrigued and a little intimidated by the kind of material I’d be tackling. I’m not exactly a Batman expert (or as well-versed in the greater DC franchise as many people here in general), but I do enjoy expanding on the universe connected to the Teen Titans animated series. I’ve been meaning to tackle something related to the ‘verse’s Justice League, Batman and such for a while now, and this prompt gave me a great excuse to do so. It’s actually based on a concept that I’d already been playing around with, and now that I’ve written something for it there’s a pretty good chance that I’ll come back sometime to turn it into a full story.

I should note, a lot of my inspiration for characterization and such here (especially when it comes to Penguin’s personality) comes from animated series The Batman.

City-Sitting

Ragged laughter echoed through the still halls of the Gotham Bay Art Museum. Penguin strode down those halls, as he far too often did, like he owned the place. He wasn’t bothered by the nighttime security systems – his trained birds had already taken care of that – but he couldn’t help but wonder why the museums around here always saw fit to tempt him.

Well, their loss was his gain. With Batman away on Justice League business, Penguin stepped with an extra note of confidence into the newly expanded Ancient Wonders exhibit. It didn’t take him long to find his prize: an elegant – and, more importantly, priceless – sculpture of the Egyptian hawk-headed god Ra.

With a nasty little grin, he approached the statue and reached over its barrier. “Too easy,” he muttered to himself.

As if in defiance of that statement, a small disk flew in and burst at his feet. Smoke billowed out around the would-be thief, sending him back with a startled yelp.

“You didn’t really think we’d leave Gotham unprotected, did you?”

Penguin started again and turned at the sound of that voice. The smoke was thinner here, and through the haze he was able to make out a familiar but long-absent form, already clutching his bo staff.

“Well well, if it isn’t the little bird-brain come back to the nest,” Penguin drawled with a smirk. “I was expecting the other brat, but with Daddy Bat gone this won’t be a problem either way.”

Robin gave his staff a little twirl and showed off a smirk of his own. “I wouldn’t say that if I were you.”

Well, Penguin was done talking. With a flick of his wrist, he pointed his trick umbrella forward and shot off the explosive tip. Robin was forced to step back and shield himself with his cape as it burst against him, giving Penguin a chance to turn around and grab the sculpture through the thinning smoke. In another moment he had his umbrella’s copter mode running, and he quickly rose up past the costumed teen.

Ha! It really was too easy. Those chumps over in Jump must have let Robin go soft.

There was a flash of green light, and his copter mechanism exploded.

Penguin had just enough time to think that he should seriously stop tempting fate before he slammed hard onto the museum floor, the statue of Ra rolling harmlessly out of his grip. Robin stood over him and pressed his staff against the dazed villain’s chest, keeping him down while he pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Meanwhile, a purple-clad girl that Penguin had only ever seen in newspaper images flew into his range of vision and swooped down to pick up the statue.

“I thought the Penguin was one of your mentor’s most troublesome adversaries,” the girl commented as she checked the statue over for damage, nodded in satisfaction, and placed it back on its pedestal.

Robin glanced back at her, that stupid smirk still on his face. “He is when he doesn’t get too cocky. You should have seen him the first time Superman was in town.”

*  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

Robin had to keep himself from laughing as he relayed the story back to Batman.

“I barely had to do anything but distract him while Star got into position. I think that might be the fastest Penguin’s ever been taken down!”

The voice on the other line hummed in thought. “Good work, but don’t get too comfortable,” it finally said. “That only worked as well as it did because he wasn’t expecting an enemy who could fly. Now that you’ve used up the element of surprise, the news of who’s here is going to spread through Gotham’s underworld and you can bet the next criminals will be ready for you.”

Robin fought back a scowl – as much as he wanted to just take pride in this victory, Batman was right. He glanced up at Starfire, who was flying several yards ahead of his cycle as they traversed one of the many secret tunnels leading to the Batcave. She remained silent, though whether she was leaving him to his conversation or simply didn’t have a comment he wasn’t sure.

“I know,” he said at length. “We’ll just have to be ready for them too.”

“This isn’t a vacation, Dick. Don’t think I didn’t notice your choice of partner.”

Now Robin did scowl down at the console on the R-cycle. “Is that seriously what you think is going on here?!” he snapped. “Starfire’s my teammate, Bruce. I didn’t bring her along as a date, I brought her because of how well we work together.” He fixed his gaze ahead and revved up the cycle, bleeding off some of his frustration into the increased speed. Day one in Gotham and he was already missing his home and the rest of his team.

Maybe it was that acceleration or maybe Starfire deliberately slowed down for a moment, but suddenly she was keeping pace at his right. She said nothing other than a tentative, “Robin?” but the concerned look she gave him told him she was ready to mediate if need be.

Meanwhile, a sigh sounded through the other end of the line. “…I suppose I know that,” Bruce admitted. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt out there. Either of you.”

Robin grit his teeth, but his frustration was already starting to drain away. “I know,” he muttered.

The tunnel opened up then, into a vast cavern that Robin hadn’t seen in far too long. “We’re here,” he informed the console as he slowed to a stop. “I’ll update you again later.”

The Batcave hadn’t changed as much as he had expected. The main computer had been upgraded, of course, and the trophy area had a few new additions, but everything still felt so… familiar.

Of course, that wouldn’t mean much to someone who had never seen the place before. Robin couldn’t help but smile at Starfire’s low gasp as she rose slowly toward the ceiling, rotating this way and that to take everything in.

“I take it you approve, Lady Kory?”

Both young heroes looked over to find Alfred waiting for them on the upper floor. Starfire grinned and flew over to alight next to him.

“The Batman’s base of operations is most impressive,” she said with a small incline of her head. “Thank you again for hosting us during our stay.”

Alfred’s lip quirked into a small smile of his own. “Of course. Any friend of Master Dick’s is welcome here.” He turned on his heel and started making his way toward the exit into the rest of Wayne Manor. “Right this way, please. I took the liberty of bringing your bags in, but I will need to ask that you change into civilian clothes once you are inside. One never knows.”

Robin played a little at the edge of his mask as he followed the other two through the entrance into the Manor proper before finally peeling it off. It felt almost wrong – he’d been doing the full-time hero gig for so long now that he was used to only removing his uniform in his own private quarters. Getting called by his birth name on a regular basis again was also going to take some getting used to.

Robin – Dick, now – was pulling his gloves off when he finally caught up to Alfred, Starfire disappearing ahead of them. “’Lady’ Kory?” he asked the butler, one brow raised.

Alfred merely shrugged. “I know I won’t be able to use it if company comes by, but it seemed sufficient given her… unique station.” The corner of his lip quirked again ever-so-slightly, in a smirk that Dick doubted anyone who didn’t know the man well would notice. “I suspected that you would both object were I to attempt the more appropriate ‘Highness.’”

Dick scowled. “I still can’t believe you guys knew she was a princess before I did,” he grumbled.

Alfred strode forward. “Master Bruce’s associates include several high-ranking extraterrestrials, and this is hardly the first time their duties have taken them off-world. I would have been more worried had he not known.”

Dick snorted and shook his head, but he couldn’t help but smile. He had to admit, it did feel good visiting Gotham again… even if he and Starfire had been called away to deal with Penguin before they’d even gotten to the Manor.

Speaking of Starfire, she reappeared a few moments later in casual clothes and one of Cyborg’s holographic rings. She had remembered to stay on the ground while in her civilian wear, but still she seemed to almost glide over the floor. He suddenly found it very hard to take his eyes off her.

“Your k’norf- Your guardian’s home is beautiful, Richard,” she commented with a warm smile.

Dick returned it, and without thinking he blurted out, "So are you."

Immediately he felt the heat rise to his cheeks, and he started stammering, “Uh… What I mean is… I guess you’re right.”

Star – Kory? – giggled a little behind her hand, and a lightly impish smile appeared on her face. “Do I make an attractive human?” she asked, twirling once to show off her disguised form. It wasn’t far too different from her true appearance – human-toned tan skin and hazel eyes, longer eyebrows, and a smattering of freckles that Cyborg had said would break up her face shape, but that Robin suspected he’d really added just because he could.

“Of course you do,” Dick replied, smoother this time. “You’d look great no matter what disguise you wore.”

Kory blushed a little at the compliment, but after a moment she looked around the living area again and her smile softened. She let out a contented sigh.

Dick raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”

Kory made her way to a plush armchair and sank down into it, turning to face him again. “I am glad that we can visit your old home for a time, even if it is to watch the city while your mentor is away,” she replied. “I know he has his reservations, but I believe we can still have some of the fun here when we are not working.”

Dick snorted and strode over to her, resting his arms on the back of the chair when he reached it. She craned her head to look up at him, a hint of that playful twinkle still in her eyes.

“Bruce is just protective of the people he cares about,” he said. “And sometimes that protectiveness comes out as kind of harsh. It took me a while to realize that.”

Kory smiled again. “He reminds me of Galfore, in some ways. In any case, I believe I will enjoy Gotham.”

Dick snorted. “Don’t get too comfortable. Batman didn’t get his reputation by dealing with petty criminals all the time.”

For a moment, all mirth in his partner’s face vanished and she became dead serious. “Of course,” she said earnestly. “I would not let my guard down just because I wish to appreciate the positive aspects of the city.”

Dick chuckled. Of course she would take a mindful but positive approach to their mission. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. She giggled.

“Need I remind you,” Alfred’s dry voice broke in, “that removing your mask alone does not constitute civilian clothes.”

Dick jolted and looked down at himself, finally remembering that he was still wearing most of his Robin costume.

“Uhh…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Right, I’ll go and change now.” He started off for his room, flashing Alfred an apologetic smile and offering Kory an awkward wave. She waved back, her expression impish again.

As he passed by Alfred, the older man held out a hand to stop him for a moment. “I wanted you to know that I took the liberty of preparing a separate room for Lady Kory,” he said. “I hope this was not done in error?”

Dick’s face screwed up in confusion. “No, why wouldn’t she need…” He trailed off as he saw that tiny hidden smirk on Alfred’s face again.

All at once he realized what Alfred was trying to imply, and his face went beet red with embarrassment. He made a disgruntled sound in the back of his throat and pushed past the butler, praying that his girlfriend hadn’t overheard.

[itsworn]

Homebuilt Pro Street 1968 Camaro

There’s a first time for everything, like riding a bike or diving into the deep end. But just as you might skin a knee from a fall or cough up some pool water, it wasn’t all easy-peasy for Bren Manke working on his ’68 Camaro.

“This was the first car build I had ever done,” he admits. “I built the entire thing, including all the engine assembly, rollcage fabrication, suspension work, wiring, and just about everything else, in my two-car garage.”

Fortunately, Bren is mechanically inclined and had some previous experience working on snowmobiles with his dad, Bill. And he had one big motivation: to build this car with the sole intent of making it go really fast.

That’s a familiar line to Chevy High Performance readers. Making it happen is a whole ’nuther story, though. Fortunately, when he found the car on a Craigslist ad as a rolling chassis, it had very little rust. “But it was pretty much just a shell,” he admits.

While his idea initially was to build a Pro Touring car, his focus shifted after attending the NHRA Sonoma Nationals and watching some cool old drag cars tearing up the track. So he switched horses in midstream and went the Pro Street route instead.

“The only problem was that I had already mini-tubbed the car,” he notes. “So I got the absolute biggest tires I could fit into the wheelwells without doing fullsize tubs.” He also welded in some subframe connectors and bolted on Competition Engineering Slide-A-Link traction bars, secured to a 3.70 Ford 9-inch with Moser 33-spline forged axles. To further minimize axlewrap, Detroit Speed supplied 3-inch drop-leaf springs and shocks.

This setup was for putting some serious power to the pavement—about 750 horses at 15 psi from a 383 small-block topped with a Weiand 6-71 blower. All good in theory, but he encountered a few bumps in the road along the way. The first one happened while testing the engine right after he had gotten the Weiand blower installed.

“I went to my favorite testing spot and floored it,” he relates. “Well, the throttle linkage that hooked to the carburetor wasn’t adjusted right and got stuck against the side of the blower, keeping it at full throttle. I was getting really close to 140 mph when I shut the ignition off.” As a result, the engine backfired super hard, which in turn bent the crankshaft. He was able to limp it home and ended up pulling the engine and installing a new crank.

The next challenge was a more involved technical issue, as the engine ran too hot. After months of fighting overheating issues he determined the problem was caused by the blower being over-driven too much.

“I was achieving the boost levels I wanted, but the extra load during idle and cruising caused it to overheat.” And that was after trying all sorts of fixes, such as installing a huge radiator that barely fit between the framerails, adding water wetter, a high-flow 55-gpm electric water pump, and dual shrouded electric fans, plus adjusting the timing, changing the jetting—everything.

He eventually went with a Whipple W200R twin-screw supercharger instead, which has a bypass valve to bleed off boost at slow speeds. Even so, he replaced the plastic butterfly-style valve with a turbo blow-off unit. Why the switch? “Because of the aesthetics and the fact I can calibrate the amount of vacuum needed to open it by using different tension springs,” Bren explains.

Drawing on his snowmobile experience, he also designed a water-to-air intercooler to adapt it to his existing 6-71 intake. That involved drawing up several designs and fine-tuning through trial and error (just as he did on the rest of the project).

Assembled by Bren, with some help from his father, the innards of the engine provided by CNC Motorsports include Eagle forged rods and a crank with a 3.750-inch stroke in a 0.030-overbore of 4.030 inches, slinging JE forged pistons with an 8.8:1 compression ratio. AFR 220 heads run Scorpion 1.5:1 rockers. Filtering the air into a Pro Systems SV1 carb is a K&N element with a custom scoop.

Downstream from the block are Schoenfeld headers (1 7/8 to 1 3/4-inches), dumping into a 3-inch custom X-pipe and dual mufflers. Backing up the mill is a TCI Auto Turbo 350, actuated by a B&M shifter and fitted with a trans brake.

Another scary surprise came when Bren was trying out a new electric fuel pump. He had it operating for a while without having the car running. So how did things get a little weird?

“Well, unknown to me when I had installed the fittings on the pump, a small metal shaving made its way into the carburetor and kept the needle and seat open, flooding the motor extremely bad (like, hydraulic the motor bad),” he relates. Bren decided to pull the spark plugs and crank the motor to clear the gas out but forgot to unhook the coil.

“When I hit the key something sparked and ignited the gas that came out of the cylinders, and before I knew it I had three-foot flames shooting out of the engine bay,” he recalls with wince. Fortunately, he grabbed a fire extinguisher and put it out pretty fast—but not before it burned up the majority of the wiring around the engine.

“We also had a heck of a time getting the matte finish to come out right,” Bren admits. “We ended up spraying, sanding, and respraying the entire car because when the matte finish would begin to dry, random striping would appear, the worst of which were on the flat surfaces such as the roof and decklid.” That’s when he decided to go with the two-tone flat/matte finish.

Despite all the hurdles and hiccups, this build had a good ending, as he and his bride, Aggie, did a smoky burnout at their wedding reception. All told, after three years of overcoming various challenges, “This car was an absolute blast to build and one heck of a learning curve.”

And they lived happily ever after. CHP

Tech Check Owner: Bren Manke, Sparks, Nevada Vehicle: 1968 Camaro

Engine Type: Chevy small-block V-8 Displacement: 383 ci Compression Ratio: 8.8:1 Bore: 4.030 inches Stroke: 3.750 inches Cylinder Heads: Aluminum AFR 220, 65cc combustion chambers, 220cc intake ports, 80cc exhaust ports, 2.10/1.60-inch valves Rotating Assembly: Eagle forged rods and crank, JE forged pistons Valvetrain: Scorpion rocker arms 1.5:1, Isky EZ-Roll solid roller lifters, Comp Cams pushrods Camshaft: Comp Cams solid roller (0.609-inch lift; 256/264-deg. duration) Induction: Whipple W200R supercharger, Pro Systems SV1 carburetor, Weiand intake manifold with custom water-to-air intercooler Ignition: MSD BTM 6 Exhaust: Schoenfeld headers (1 7/8 to 1 3/4 inches), 3-inch custom X-pipe, Super 44 dual mufflers Ancillaries: Painless Performance wiring Output (est.): 750 hp Machine Work: CNC Motorsports (Brookings, SD) Built By: Bren and Bill Manke

Drivetrain Transmission: TCI Auto Turbo 350, B&M shifter, trans brake, custom aluminum driveshaft Rear Axle: Quick Performance Ford 9-inch, 3.70:1 gears, Truetrac differential, Moser 33-spline axles

Chassis Front Suspension: Detroit Speed 3-inch drop coil springs Rear Suspension: Competition Engineering subframe connectors and Slide-A-Link traction bars, Detroit Speed 3-inch drop-leaf springs and shocks Brakes: Classic Performance Products 13-inch rotors, two-piston calipers, front; 12-inch rotors, single-piston calipers, rear

Wheels & Tires Wheels: Racestar 17×4.5 front, Champion Wheels 15×12 rear Tires: MH Racemaster 4.5/26-17 front, Hoosier Quick Time Pro 29/13.50-15 rear

Interior Upholstery: Bren Manke Material: Vinyl Seats: Kirkey aluminum race buckets, Simpson seat belts Ancillaries: Custom eight-point rollcage installed and built by Bren Manke Steering: Custom with Grant wheel Shifter: B&M Dash: Custom aluminum center console Instrumentation: Dakota Digital VTX Audio: Pioneer HVAC: None

Exterior Bodywork: Bill and Bren Manke Paint By: Bill Manke Paint: Flat and matte black; graphics by Auto Color Studios Hood: Harwood fiberglass Grille: Polished aluminum custom Bumpers: Stock

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UNPRECEDENTED HISTORICAL SIGNIFICANCE

GIMBAL is the first of three US military videos of unidentified aerial phenomenon (UAP) that has been through the official declassification review process of the United States government and has been approved for public release. This footage, and all official USG footage you will see on TTS Academy’s Community of Interest (COI), comes with essential chain-of-custody documentation validating that it is received in its original and unaltered form and is authentic. The US Department of Defense uses this process in order to meticulously ensure that information and material retain their integrity without revealing sources and methods. This documentation is what sets this footage apart from anything else that has previously made its way to the public domain, by establishing its authenticity and thereby giving it enormous historical significance.

While that fact alone is of historical significance, what this 34 seconds of video provides is remarkable. Several key observations are contained in this one video that may help us collectively better understand the physics and technology being employed. In addition, we hear US fighter pilots struggling to determine the nature of object. Key findings include:

• Low observability in both electro-optical and electromagnetic spectrums.

• No distinguishable flight surfaces.

• Lack of obvious propulsion system.

• Never-before-seen flight capabilities.

• Possible energy or resonance field of unknown nature.

The filename “GIMBAL” seems to be traceable to the unusual maneuvering of the UAP.

BACKGROUND

GIMBAL is a product of one of the most sophisticated tracking systems on US military aircraft. It was captured by a US Navy F/A-18 Super Hornet using the Raytheon AN/ASQ-228 Advanced Targeting Forward-Looking Infrared (ATFLIR) pod. The ATFLIR contains the most advanced sensors and powerful tracking lasers on the market and must be operated by a weapons sensor operator who the military trains at a cost of millions. The ATFLIR has high resolution and can locate and designate targets at distances exceeding 40 nautical miles.

The date, location, and other information have been removed by the originating authority as part of the release approval process.

The GIMBAL footage shows what was on display in the cockpit for the pilots of the Super Hornet. Here are the major features and what they mean:

Description of HUD (Heads Up Display) seen in the GIMBAL video as filmed by a US Navy F/A-18 Super Hornet using the Raytheon AN/ASQ-228 Advanced Targeting Forward-Looking Infrared (ATFLIR) pod.

ANALYZING THE VIDEO

As the video starts, this is what the pilots observe from inside their cockpit:

• The sensor is in “white-hot” mode—white elements in the display are warmer than the dark, or cooler, areas. The UAP appears as a white shape in the middle of the screen.

• The chasing aircraft is in a left-hand turn flying Mach 0.58 at an altitude of 25,010 feet.

• The UAP is flying slightly below 2 degrees and 54 degrees to the left of the Super Hornet, traveling right to left.

• Looking closely, we can see a dark, or opaque field that appears to surround or encapsulate the object.

The pilots aboard the Super Hornet are not only highly capable fighter pilots, but they are trained observers skilled at scrutinizing their observations and targets in order to ascertain “friend or foe.” They are specifically trained to look for discreet changes in shape, size position, flight attitude (angles), and speed in order to determine the nature of the threat. They are able to discern nuanced details that few people would normally recognize. Paramount to their training is their ability to handle stress and maintain radio discipline. In the footage audio, they are clearly struggling to understand what they are witnessing.

At 0:03, in the first radio transmission, we hear one of the pilots state that it is “a [expletive] drone” aircraft.

At 0:06, upon further observation, a different observer calmly states, “There is a whole fleet of them. Look on the ASA (radar display).” The first observer responds with “My gosh!” It is important to note that the ATFLIR has only a single object in its display. The radar is simultaneously providing the pilots a picture of the larger air space, where they are tracking multiple targets.

At 0:11, it is noted that “They are all going against the wind. The wind is 120 knots (138 mph) out of the west.” We can see that the speed and altitude of the object is unusual for any drone-type aircraft. On that information alone, the likelihood of an entire fleet of drones capable of operating under this scenario is highly improbable and would require resources only few nations could afford.

In the midst of this exchange, the sensor is switched from “white-hot” to “black-hot.” The imaging of the object is now much clearer. It has a distinct shape: a distorted oval with small protrusions from the top and bottom. The object’s opaque aura is now also very distinct: a “cool” glow that extends about a body thickness around the entire object. There appears to be no observable flight surfaces or exhaust plume, nor any typical components usually associated with conventional aircraft.

“Look at that thing, dude.” The observer is clearly surprised at what is being seen.

At 0:24, the object makes a small, but very sharp, altitude change, possibly indicating it may be operating in a vacuum environment. Its direction and speed remain unchanged despite the continuous 120-knot headwind it is encountering.

“That’s not [unintelligible] is it?”

At 0:27, the object begins a series of distinct rotations and changes orientation by almost 100 degrees. Its orientation is now perpendicular to the horizontal plane despite the headwinds. This maneuver is executed in a manner that is inconsistent with current principles of aerodynamics, and possibly indicative of a vacuum environment. As the video concludes, the object's orientation and performance seem to defy current principals of physics to include atmospheric resistance and normal aerodynamic forces. During the orientation change, it also slows to a near stop, but does not change altitude.

One observer states, “Look at that thing!”

Another observer says, “It’s rotating.”

IMPLICATIONS

With the chain-of-custody documentation, GIMBAL can officially be designated as credible, authentic “evidence” of a UAP. Evidence of a flying vehicle with a shape normally associated with something out of science fiction. Currently there are no other known technologies that we can compare to what is being observed in both performance and design, which means there’s a craft that demonstrates flight characteristics unlike anything we know, understand, or can duplicate. Because we cannot duplicate these flight characteristics, we can conclude that the object is employing technologies that are more advanced than our own.

GIMBAL is just one of several official videos obtained by TTS Academy that can be interpreted as credible proof that the physics of advanced flight exists. We are also in the process of collecting additional data from both military and civilian personnel and sensors. The question now changes from “Can it be done?” to “How is it done?”

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She was nervous– not that was a new thing around Aaron, after the incident. Kitty hadn’t figured out to tell him, but things seemed okay. Normal even. So much that so that one day when she returned from sparring with Natasha, somewhat sweaty in her gym clothes, they managed to have a normal conversation. Kitty had gathered he was fit enough (for a human, and she supposed agents would have to be.), but apparently there was less unarmed combat in the FBI than she might have assumed. He asked if she could help him learn a few moves– she had to duck her head slightly, thinking her expression would give something away– and nodded.

So now it was a week later, and she’d arranged to use the gym after it had officially closed. The nervousness crept back in, but it wasn’t so much from the idea of tutoring a grown man or the weird situation with Aaron and his… whatever, but the idea that she was going to fight without her powers. Only the respawning factor in this city allowed Kitty to even seriously consider the idea (it was too dangerous– what if someone attacked them?). So in front of him, and with a lot of care, she wasted her phase charges. Only when her hands remained firmly resting on the wall no matter how much she strained did she turn to Aaron.

“So, you might not know, but technically I’m only really qualified to teach aikido. Like, I know a lot more, that’s the only one where I know what you’re supposed to do, rather than just winging it, which is what generally happens with Natasha. She doesn’t fight fair.” Kitty had eventually told him about Natasha though not in much detail. Just that she was someone from her world, though not a friend or a coworker– they had mutual friends, one could say.

He nodded. “Whatever you’ve got is good with me.”

Kitty moved to stand near him, careful demonstrating different arm positions for attacks and defense. He was a very attentive listener, just watching her sharply as she explained and demonstrated– trying not to touch him overmuch. After ten or twenty minutes, she swapped to be across from him and taught him drills, to match the corresponding defences to her attacks. Drilling was very rhythmic, but for her it was too easy– she found herself doing it by rote, staring at him (were his normal clothes like that? She’d never seen him in gym clothes, she supposed) rather than focusing exclusively on his blows. He had to land a hit– gentle but firm– on a shoulder before her attention corrected itself.

She frowned at him, pulling her hands back. “I thought I told you to stick to the drill!” He didn’t do anything wrong– she’s pretty sure, anyway, not that she was paying nearly enough attention.

He bit back a smile, raising both hands. “You seemed distracted. And I learned how to punch when I joined the forces, I think.”

“Alright mister, if you’re bored I guess we can work on sweeps and pins.” If one wanted to get technical akido didn’t have pins the way wrestling did, but that was alright. Not like Aaron would know better.

Once again with care, she went through exactly he should pull her forward by the forearm, which would knock her off her feet and over his hip to the ground. They mimed it a few times before she pronounced him ready to try for real.

Something about working without her powers as a crutch was odd– like every touch was real in some hard to describe way. In more ways than she’d like to admit, she moved through her world like a ghost, until coming here. No phasing for convenience or a joke or for fun. It wasn’t that she did trust her fighting capabilities, exactly. But there’s always been an element of “I can get away any time” to her practice bouts. On her nod she let Aaron grab her arm, pulling her close before angling in a twist that made her balance shift– used that to lever her over his hip. Down she went, though she was set up all wrong for follow through.

“So, in a real spar you’d want to rotate as soon I was out of the way before I had time to get back up,” Kitty instructed, trying not to seem flustered as she got back up off the mat. “You seem like the kind of guy that did wrestling in high school, I’m sure you can think of something.” Winging it was much better than formal sparring anyway, and it didn’t give her the creeps the way real aikido duels could. Call it a holdover from her ninja brainwashing.

Hotch nodded his assent, backing up to let Kitty rise. It had been a while since high school, but the muscle memory was ingrained deeply enough to let his subconscious take over. Kitty’s face was a bit red – he was nearly thankful that she seemed to be getting to work, as well. At least she hadn’t taken him out straight off.

They traded off a few times, and it was sort of nice to see she still had the strength to lever a grown man without using her powers to cheat. And trapping Hotch on his front with one arm twisted up out of reach was somewhat invigorating, Kitty had to admit. Thankfully she wasn’t strong enough to hurt him by accident– not unless he fell wrong anyway. Eventually a break had to be taken to drink some water– she tried not to look like she was catching her breath, but she totally was. Natasha and her… they were more like one-and-done, not what was getting to be an hour of practice.

“Ready, old man?” She smirked. “I think I’ve got one last spar in me. Whoever loses has to do the dishes for a week.”

“First of all, unkind,” he shook his head good-naturedly. “I’m not that old. Second?” His eyes were bright. “Get ready to get washing.”

This one started out slow and gained speed, starting with arm blows– she was going to have bruises, next time she was wrapping her whole arm, not just her wrists. His grip was seriously tight when he tried to flip her. It was a newbie thing, though. A tighter grip actually gave her a good way to counter balance. She shifted his weight and tossed him not quite over her shoulder, but before Kitty could pin him again, his legs tangled with hers and she went down.

She wanted to be incredulous, but there wasn’t time. Hotch had paused seeing her fall like that, but once he saw her getting up he was all motion. She rolled up to a crouch and struck out at him with an arm, knocking him off balance and properly following through to pin his chest down with her hands. Unfortunately he had a height (and weight) advantage, once again twisting with his legs. Must be that damn wrestling she’d been teasing him over, had she been right about that? He’d rolled on top of her– she could see his breathing was faster than usual.

It was a good pin, getting more difficult to get out of every second. He was heavy enough that the second he settled his hips she couldn’t move, her legs twisted partly underneath her, the wrong angle to use as leverage. Kitty made eye contact with him briefly before striking him with her arms, only getting a few firm hits in before with both hands he pinned her arms.

One was pinned more by weight, leaning on her shoulder. The other he was holding above her head, tight. Without thinking about it she tried to phase and remembered she couldn’t. She shifted her weight, this way and that, looking to the right and left as the young woman tried to figure out her advantages. It didn’t occur to her that this would be awkward to say the least until he made a small noise and she realized she’d pressed her legs and hips right up against him. She blushed and looked to the side, relaxing in his grip to knock her one free arm against his ribs– ugh, couldn’t even get any power behind it.

He was looking at her, and the longer this moment the more Kitty remembered the incident with Foyet, a thought that didn’t do her any favors– for one, Aaron was much better looking and she hadn’t been flat on her back for him.

The surprised rush of triumph faded quickly into the realization that they were… closer than Aaron had intended. Her face was flushed. Had she been that red before?

He was close enough to feel the flutter of her heartbeat. It pounded at her wrists, and through the point where her hip pressed (if only barely) against him. He was suddenly, vividly reminded of the last time he’d seen her pinned – of the glint of Foyet’s smile, even seen from far away. Several unfortunately unrestrained thoughts whirled in his head.

…But said thoughts had no place in this particular setting. He retreated up to his knees, freeing Kitty’s hands and reaching out to help her up as he rose. “You all right?”

A part of her really wanted to snub the hand Aaron held out to her, if only to avoid touching him for a little bit longer. Was he embarrassed? Did she mess up by squirming the way she did and he was just trying to tell her by backing off? She took a breath and tried to focus, turning away from him to grab the water. “I’m fine! You’re not the strongest person I’ve sparred with or anything.” That… could be interpreted as an insult. She winced and turned back around. “How about you?”He rolled his shoulder, smiling a little wryly. “Yes, I’m fine. You were the one pinned, after all. I haven’t done this in a while, I wouldn’t want to make a mistake and hurt you. No disrespect to your prowess – I think luck played a part in that pin.”

She crooked her head, wondering what he was talking about. It wasn’t like he would hurt her… he never made her feel threatened or on edge, not even when she was powerless– literally. Kitty handed him the water, looked down at her hands. “I didn’t… make you uncomfortable? I didn’t mean to be weird or anything,” leaving the whole Incident aside, “I can’t really evaluate your form since it wasn’t aikido to begin with. Whatever works, works. And I won’t have anything worse than a bruise, if that.” Her emotions are seriously out of control around him at the moment– how could should talk to him honestly about this, anyway? He was so much older than her and she just felt like a kid around him. She really hoped that wasn’t why he was acting like this, all protective and careful.

He shook his head, taking a drink and using the moment of silence to make a fairly useless attempt at reading Kitty’s tone. “I’m all right, promise. I trust your judgement – please be sure to let me know if something makes you uncomfortable.” He trails off, a little awkwardly. “I value your trust in me, though.”

Kitty sighed, frustrated with the circles they were talking around. But… she had no one but herself to blame for that one, really. The incident was how long ago? And she still hadn’t said anything. Literally anything could be awkward under those circumstances. “Thanks for that.” She pulled her hair out of it’s pony and finger combed it before putting it back up. “I’m gonna head back to the apartment for a shower, okay?” Barely waiting for acknowledgement, she grabbed her gym bag and headed for the door, careful to remember she couldn’t phase through in annoyance– nothing worse than ruining a snappy exit by running into stuff. She’d learned that back when she was a teenager.

The street was chilly, but that likely had more to do with her still being in gym clothes than the weather out this evening. Not too busy, either, which was also good. Kitty had been a little worried about walking herself back without her powers just in case, but she was an adult, it would be fine. Plus, hadn’t she just proven she could take care of herself? Not one second later than she’d asked that rhetorical question did she critique it– that would have been a stronger argument if she’d won instead of lost. Soon enough she was taking the elevator to the apartment, praying that Foyet wouldn’t have chose tonight to stop by. Facing him without powers was a non-starter. A light sigh once she was safe in the apartment– but of course, a sulk wouldn’t do much good since she was living with Aaron. Just get over it and let him be a father figure or something and just never ever tell him about the incident… was sounding good right about now.

The silence nearly echoed in Kitty’s sudden absence. Aaron stood in the empty room, water in hand, pulse still calming down in his ears. Had he said something wrong? Thoughts whirled in his head, even more elusive than before.

He’d realized, in a split-second of clarity as she said her goodbye, hands pulling her hair out of her face, that Kitty was beautiful.

…He didn’t know what to do with that. Maybe he’d always known? It felt like he’d always known. Maybe that was the reason for…

And there it was. Another realization, a sudden clearness in his muddled thoughts. He liked Kitty, liked her a lot�� and while that was a bit of an understatement, it was no less true. Vivid in his head, a replay of Kitty’s face flashed for a moment, flushed and awkward, and he felt suddenly, chillingly terrible.

He had to tell her. She’d kick him out – that was almost a certainty, but he had to at least explain. That same sentence repeated distantly in his mind as he gathered what he’d brought and made his way out onto the street, still half-flushed and shivery in the sudden breeze. What must she think of me…

It didn’t take long for the familiar building to rise before him – the elevator ride seemed long and silent. He stood for a bit longer than necessary in front of Kitty’s door.

Sulking showers were generally longer than normal ones. Such is the wisdom of the young. Over the pouring water, Kitty had no idea whether Aaron had returned or not. Perhaps he’d gone to find his boyfriend, or whatever. She scrubbed and rinsed with annoyance. But no, she’d just gotten out of the shower when the front door opened and shut, quietly. Aaron for sure– no one else seemed to make that little noise to be polite. If it was Nat she wouldn’t have been able to hear anything at all. She scowled and combed out her hair before tying it back in a braid. Thankfully she had her other set of gym clothes handy– no need to make the guy even more awkward with a dash to her bedroom. Eventually she exited the bathroom, turning quickly with the intent to retreat to her bedroom without saying anything. Why bother?

She turned hurriedly, but he stepped forward. It was no use willing the anxiety out of his voice. The words came out all at once, tripping over themselves.

“Kitty, I have to apologize – I realize the atmosphere was awkward before, and it was my fault entirely – I may have not told the whole truth when I said that concern for your safety was the only thing on my mind when I backed off. It was just a sparring match, I was foolish and undisciplined to let,” he stopped for a moment, trying to find a better word, and failed, “my own… feelings get in the way. I understand if my behavior made you uncomfortable. I doubt a pin was the best way to resolve whatever emotional difficulties I was experiencing.”

There’s wasn’t much more be said. “I only have a few things here. Just give me a minute, and I’ll find somewhere else to stay.”

It was hard to listen– she wished she could sink through the floor. Didn’t want to hear about how he’d been irresponsible to act the way he had around her, as though she were a child. Or the way people acted when they found out Piotr and her dated. Like the whole idea had been inappropriate. But… a confession was unexpected. Kitty turned a little to look at him, and finally all the way to face him when he said he was going to go.

“I… didn’t think you liked me. That maybe you were attracted to me but it was wrong or something in your eyes. That’s what made me uncomfortable– I’m not someone you need to be responsible for or to. Not in that way, anyway.” She moved closer to where he’d retreated to, touched his arm. “Unless I guess it’d be hard to be with… Foyet and also like me. But don’t move out if you don’t know where you’re going, alright? Please?”

The absence of… outright rejection was surprising, to say the least. He was quiet for a long moment, blinking down at her.

“Foyet isn’t my… only.” he said, finding his voice again. “I mean… I’m not deluding myself that he’d keep any semblance of an exclusive relationship between us. I know he sees other people,” and a meaningful silence, “and I think he wouldn’t mind me doing the same.” He shrugged, a little ruefully. “Just to clarify.”

In that silence Kitty tried to keep the apparent guilt off her face. There was no way… he was talking about The Incident. But she supposed that sort of retroactively made her not the worst person involved with that whole thing.

“So…” She took a step forward, “Just to clarify… You want to ‘see me’?”

There was no use pretending that the flush in his cheeks was still due to the sparring incident.

“…if you wouldn’t mind.”

Kitty shook her head. They would need to talk more, probably but for now… She leaned up to kiss him, gently– certainly chastely, since that was clearly an issue.

“Aaron… go take a shower.”

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Week 15 Test notes with Updates

This is a very long and detailed post so watch out.

These notes are included in the design documentation but have been added to the blog here as well.

During week 15 while staying with my parents in Edinburgh I tested the prototype a number of times with family members. Testing the prototype with people with vastly different experiences of gaming and input devices allowed for me to get detailed notes on all kinds of issues, ideas and feedback.

Dad

(little recent gaming experience, played PlayStation 1 games in early 2000s has knowledge and general muscle memory for analog sticks)

Much preferred orthographic camera angle, voiced the same concerns I had about others - top down looking less appealing and perspective making it harder to judge distances and angles.

Found suicide bug - When playing the prototype, if cornered he would spin erratically firing off shots and found he often killed his own tank. However, the strategy used in gameplay had not occurred to me and I would likely have not found the bug without this testing. This was found to be a hitbox size and bullet spawn location issue and was then fixed. 

The Player hitbox, if rotated fast enough as a bullet left its spawn point at the end of the gun could hit the new bullet, registering as a ‘player’ hit and killing the player. Moving the bullet spawn point from 1.5 units away from the player centre to 1.8 units fixed the problem and otherwise makes no noticeable difference to gameplay or visuals.

Asked about the possibility of dynamic arena elements - Asked for moving walls, appearing and disappearing walls, holes in the floor. Things I had previously thought to add but had not prioritised. 

Wanted simpler UI - Asked about a simpler UI (this was pre-simplified UI), didn't like the timers wanted something more understandable. This was already planned and in the works but had not been added by this point. I have not consulted him about the new UI yet.

Rusty with controller knowledge though picked up surprisingly quickly - While he has not played games with a controller in likely over a decade, the speed at which he picked up the gameplay and controls was quite impressive. Having a simple set of controls has made it much easier for people testing to pick up quickly and begin experimenting.

Mum 

Plays strategy and puzzle games on an android phone, occasionally plays mouse based simple puzzle games on pc. Enjoys simpler games such as Peggle. Has experience playing simpler games on a Nintendo Wii such as Wii sports but has little to no experience of analog sticks on controllers.

Suggested thinking about how the game would appear to colourblind players - Due to this we screenshotted the game mid gameplay including bullets midair. Putting this screenshot through colourblind filters to test the visuals. Red-green colourblindness looks especially confusing. This would be something to think about taking the project further and an option to allow for colourblindness of different kinds could be useful.

Noticed move distance was just too short to get between cover - Without prompt noticed an intentional element of the design and agreed that it made the game more fun having to use the gun to fully traverse between cover. When it was explained that it was intended to push players into using the gun as a locomotion tool as well as an offensive one, she agreed and understood how it worked.

Little to no experience of analog sticks on controllers - Due to largely playing strategy and puzzle games on mobile, has virtually no analog stick experience and has never been able to get to grips with the idea of controlling two axis of movement with different inputs. While she did play the game, she did not have the same amount of dexterity with the movement and aiming as other testers - though picked up the few controls quite well. Again showing the limited control scheme makes the prototype quite easy to pick up and play.

Wanted instructions within the prototype - Asked about the possibility of adding in instructions at the start, instead of having to either be shown them in practice or from a diagram in a notebook. Has not been added and likely will not before the deadline - though plans have been drawn up for how an instruction splash screen requiring input from both players to proceed could look.

Made a point that the tanks look like ducks in their current implementation, suggested using the name “ClusterDuck” due to the duck like tanks and how the gameplay devolves into a somewhat chaotic mess, which was both surprising and funny. Though I’ll likely stick with the working title for the prototype. Because I’m almost definitely not going to lean into the duck angle.

The controller instruction diagram

Brother (Steven) and boyfriend (Rhys)

Both play games fairly frequently - primarily on Xbox One so had no issue with control system. (Xbox One Controllers) Both picked it up with ease and showed different gameplay strategies.

Catching on the cover issue - Steven’s tendency to stick close to cover meant that he often found the tank getting partially stuck to the cover - having to move or shoot in an angle away from the cover as angles towards or with the shape of the cover would hold him in place with friction. There was also a tendency for the player hitbox to catch on corners of cover - acting as if it was sticking like velcro to the cover. Initially changing the hitbox to a rounded hitbox had no effect - proving it wasn't the edges that were getting caught. The corner issue was largely fixed when physics materials were added to the player hitboxes and cover to reduce friction. The cover sticking issue was fixed by adding some bounciness to the aforementioned physics material. 

Both enjoyed trying out the physics object cover that was thrown around with shots - This arena layout has proved to be fun in the short term but lacks any kind of strategy or ability to use any skill or knowledge of the game systems. It turns into chaos for usually only a few seconds before one player is inevitably hit. 

Enjoyed gameplay mutations - Whether it was ramping up the fire-rate, movement speed, recoil amount or fiddling with timers - some of the different methods of testing turned out to be quite enjoyable. Though both agreed that the main meat of the idea lay in the base gameplay but remarked that the other mutations could be used as selectable options if taken further.

Holding buttons through respawn issue - As the respawn mechanic literally just calls the scene to load again, there is not anything to keep track of variables between reloads. Steven’s method of play also included holding down the movement button rather than tapping it whenever he wanted to move. Since neither I nor any previous player had played like this, it was found that since the game does not keep track of variables in an outside script, he would have to let go and then re-press the move button every time the game restarted. While he found this annoying he did admit it was not game ruining. Though it would be something to fix if taking the prototype further. Talking to Gaz the following week (16th April) we discussed how I could implement an event system to manage button press values, scores etc, but that was too much of a time sink to try before the end of the module with other fixes/ additions to focus on and documentation to finish.

Notes from the discussion on the possibility of a game manager

Liked placement of title in the arena - Both commented on the placement of the title and casings around the arena noting that it gave the arena some life and decoration and kept with the lighthearted feeling. Both also preferred the title ‘Recoil’ to ‘clusterduck’ noting that the word Recoil had more relation to how the game was played. Both also preferred the title’s simplicity. Though they did also admit the tanks still look like ducks.

General Observations

Add sound - The lack of sound had the prototype feeling a little lifeless and limp, further visual and audio work could add more player feedback.

Respawn system - Adding the respawn system was a little troublesome - since this testing phase used my laptop that had an older version of unity on it. (something I only realised when I started the testing after gathering everyone) The Script is a single line within the bullet controller asking whether the bullet hit an object tagged as a “player”. Adding it originally I had to use an older script line from the Unity Manual - “Application.LoadLevel” This worked alright using the laptop during the testing. Though the lighting had to be changed to baked as the editor would switch off the world light on each scene load.

Bringing the prototype back to the right version of unity, ( I changed it over in a new folder on my pc as a back up in case of an error) I had to change the script to a newer loading method from the unity documentation. Using SceneManager instead - though the example within the documentation I found mentioned additive loading. After adding it I realised the additive loading was an issue - duplicating any surviving objects on each load, so I removed it. While the script should really be in an event manager of some kind it works fine in the bullet controller for the purposes of the prototype.

Possibility of laser sights - The difficulty aiming at a distance shown by some players did raise the thought of laser sights to alleviate the problem. Though this presents the problem that players could try and hold angles or quickly dash in and out of cover firing off accurate shots - which would likely ruin both the pacing of the game and the enjoyment.

Shown below is a GIF of a laser sight test - while the ‘lasers’ are simply extended cube meshes and clip through walls, the effect does exactly what was thought. The addition of the laser allowing fine aim slows the gameplay right down and encourages a peek and hide mentality. The addition of laser would likely ruin the feeling of the game if given as a permanent attachment. Though a timed pickup could introduce an interesting cat and mouse situation.

Instructions - Had to think about how to present instructions at the start of a match - I have made a simple UI prototype in Adobe XD that will be linked here and in the documentation as well as posted in image format in the blog showing how a run through of the game would appear with instructions and an end screen. 

Simple controls - The simplicity of the controls kept the games quick and simple but allowed for the players to try out new methods with each restart.

Multiplayer - This testing phase was the first series of tests with enough people to play the game without me - freeing me up to take notes and observe fully. People seem to genuinely enjoy the gameplay once they get into the swing of it - usually after a couple of rounds. Which is exactly what I was aiming for with the intention of this project - trying out a simple set of mechanics and seeing if I could make a small, enjoyable prototype. So it was quite nice to see the desired effect.

Notes from the testing.

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How World of Warcraft has evolved with the Internet

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“Games are very rapidly solved these days,” says Ion Hazzikostas, the game director of World of Warcraft.

Hazzikostas, known to the World of Warcraft community as Watcher, has developed the 16-year-old massively multiplayer online role-playing game since 2008. On a call with WIRED, he reminisced about how, early in the history of games, before raid walk-through videos, data-mining dumps, and Easter egg maps, opacity was a double-edged sword. To explain, he swerved over to Street Fighter.

“You’d have a whole competitive hierarchy in a local arcade, a local videogame store, where there was some character that was perceived as the best or the strongest because some person in the neighborhood was great with them,” he says. But in the next town over, arcade regulars battled with different tricks, different strategies, a different hierarchy of characters. Information was fragmented, localized.

“The reality is that almost everybody was playing the game wrong,” says Hazzikostas.

These days, before a new Street Fighter releases players have researched and number-crunched with the gusto of a rocket science research lab, assembling tier lists and theorizing optimal move combos immediately posted on Reddit and YouTube. “The internet as a whole, the world as a whole, has refined the process of accelerating and socializing information, figuring out problems.” For Hazzikostas, tasked with stretching World of Warcraft into a larger and larger virtual universe, and sustaining an increasingly elusive sense of awe, that accessibility of information is both a curse and a blessing.

In its early days—fittingly for the fantasy genre—World of Warcraft’s magic was deeply intertwined with its sense of mystery. It was countless gamers’ first MMORPG; back then, the pull it had on millions of players was in part due to the vastness of its world and the long, rocky path to top level glory. To find a party, you’d stand in the city center and /shout until someone agreed to come with you. To teleport to another city, you’d track down and pay a mage. To attempt a raid, groups of dedicated players relied on the age-old method of trial and error. (This contributed to the viral “Leeroy Jenkins” meme, in which a player of that name abruptly sprints into a dungeon midway through a meticulous strategy explanation.)

“There were no rules. There was no right or wrong way to play. Just you and your pet wolf, as a hunter, trying to make your way in the world and figure things out from there,” says Hazzikostas.

Swimming around in this deep, cloudy sea, players had to search blindly for open hands to hold. This feeling of being teleported into an antagonistic, unknowable world forced players to use each other as buoys.

After 30 minutes of yelling “LFG SHAMAN LVL 40” before landing in a party, Hazzikostas says, players were “much more likely to be tolerant of each other’s faults. You probably weren’t going to kick your healer who made a mistake from the group, because then you’d be back to spamming chat for 30 more minutes.” If the healer kept everyone alive and was even a little nice, you’d be more likely to add them to your friends list for faster leveling next time. Strong networks of friends emerged from this, players who’d shift from discussing spell rotations to significant others, in text chat, third-party voice chat, or over the phone.

“There’s an inverse relationship between friction and the strength of bonds that are formed as a result of that friction or to overcome that friction,” says Hazzikostas.

Streamlined

Over the course of its life, World of Warcraft, like other still-relevant MMORPGs, has streamlined. Developers smoothed out the bumps slowing down players’ pathways to the high-octane stuff—live-or-die raids and fanciful new landscapes—with automatic party-finders, quest markers, simplified gameplay systems and the like. Leveling is fast, and is slated to become 60 or 70 percent faster with World of Warcraft’s upcoming Shadowlands expansion. Players led much of this change, with aggressively aggregated information on forums, wikis, and walkthroughs, and the culture of optimized grinding that’s now become the norm.

“Epic raid bosses were something only a small percentage of the playerbase got to experience,” says Hazzikostas of the early days of World of Warcraft. “Today, a large share—something like over half—were able to defeat the biggest multiplayer raid encounters the game has.”

World of Warcraft players are much, much better than they were back in the game’s early days. “Today, people are almost trained to min-max,” says Hazzikostas, referring to the play strategy of minimizing weaknesses and maximizing strengths. “The community pushes people in that direction, especially socially. Even if it’s not your preferred playstyle, the people who may want you in your group or may not, are holding you to some of those standards. Once it’s knowable, you’re expected to know.” The answer to any mystery is a Google search away.

Nobody would trade the accessibility of information today for half a year stuck below level 40. But the resulting game—and the MMORPG genre, which took cues from World of Warcraft’s success—started to feel a little mercenary starting in the late aughts. The game is more casual, because both developers and players made it that way, so building player-to-player connections isn’t as vital. Although World of Warcraft included level-syncing and server-hopping to make it easier to play with preexisting friends, online strangers plugged into a party here or there became disposable.

Classic

In August 2019, a litmus test launched for how player behavior has changed over World of Warcraft’s lifetime. World of Warcraft Classic is a separate game capturing World of Warcraft as it was close to its release in 2006. Gameplay is fantastically inefficient. (“Meditative,” says Hazzikostas). To get somewhere, you probably have to hoof it. To track down the troll you’re supposed to give the tiger skins to, you have to run around and search. Even though ample guides and walkthroughs exist for World of Warcraft Classic, the game simply isn’t made to be blasted through at top speed. As a result, questing feels less like a means to an end than an end in itself.

Personally, I can’t play World of Warcraft Classic without add-ons—modern overlays that bring quality-of-life changes to the interface. On a second monitor, I Google specialized maps and leveling guides while ping-ponging my character from quest to quest with the other hand, never interacting with strangers. Every now and then, while I’m swinging an ax against a raptor, a player might come up and ask whether I can help them complete the same quest. We ax down five or eight more raptors, and when we’re done, we part ways.

When I told Hazzikostas that World of Warcraft Classic felt lonely, he described how, back in the day, much of the novelty of the game was the ability to talk to strangers online. He recalled his first time doing so, while running a dungeon, and the Texan and English accents he encountered over voice chat. “Today, that’s the default,” he says. “Today, almost every multiplayer console or PC game has voice chat, friend lists, social networking systems built into it. They’re almost inescapable. That’s not a unique selling point of World of Warcraft.”

Although there isn’t the same desperation to connect, and challenges are deconstructed the day they’re released, the core of original World of Warcraft still holds up in World of Warcraft Classic, depending on what you define as the core. It’s still a place where people gather, a fantasy-washed social media network. It’s a slow-paced role-playing game with an ambient social element. And if you’re playing with established friends, there’s still the potential for an emotional buy-in.

“It’s amazing how some of the old tropes you never quite get away from,” says Hazzikostas. “I actually have a coworker who was one of the original developers on a World of Warcraft, whose name you’d definitely recognize if I said it, whose own personal WoW Classic group split up at level 60 over loot drama in Blackrock. This is a group of developers who played the game 15 years ago, worked on the game 15 years ago.”

“Unexplored spaces”

When I asked Hazzikostas what sort of MMORPG he most wanted to exist if he wasn’t working on World of Warcraft, he paused for a second to think. “Something that surprises me, anew with the promise of unexplored spaces,” he said. “One of the biggest things that’s exciting about the concept of an MMO is going into an unexplored, undiscovered world. It’s almost the promise of something that somehow breaks all the rules we were talking about when it comes to how players understand and deconstruct systems.”

Citing Sword Art Online and Ready Player One, Hazzikostas described how today, with so much being knowable or seconds away from known, the core escapist fantasy behind the MMORPG genre is going somewhere so vast that it contains things we can’t even imagine.

“We have an incredibly passionate community we couldn’t be more grateful for, but we’re still always chasing that mystery, that fantasy of the unexplored and undiscovered.”

This story originally appeared on wired.com.

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