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glowwormsmith · 1 year ago

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OC Aesthetics for the Entities

I was tagged by @deputyash for this tag game! Thank you for the tag, friend!😊 Since this is long, we'll just stick to Iris 'cuz she's the spookiest of my ocs (intentionally)~

Rules: Bold what applies to your muse, italics what applies situationally or only in certain verses. Rest of the fears here. This is based on a horror podcast; potentially triggering and / or upsetting content ahead!

Tagging @thefathersbride @nightwingshero @dolphinitley @alexxmason @casino-lights @chazz-anova @teamhawkeye and anyone else who may see it, here's your go-ahead to do it~

(Picture by @decertatio, I still look at this portrait all the time~)

i. THE BURIED. weighted blankets. drowning. the comfort of a loved one’s weight. soil & sand piling on top of you. hugging so hard it hurts a little. cramped hiding spots. letting out air underwater to sink to the bottom of the pool. walls pressing in on you. not moving from a position even though you’re cramping a little. dragging the last second before you have to inhale. lonely subways. feeling like one with the earth. a layer of dirt on you. looking for something below. cardboard boxes & tiny pillow forts. hands calloused from digging. knowing that your purpose is just below the surface. entering your final resting place before it kills you. a storm drowning you out. dust & sand speaking to you.

ii. THE CORRUPTION. insects. a close imitation of the natural course of life. an illness in a community. a rag that dirties more than it cleans. an untreated wound. containment. breaching containment. unbreathable air. fungi. one with that you love. one with what loves you. a corpse unfit for a glass case. hearing a song in the sound of tiny wings & legs. honeycomb patterns. an ecosystem within a person. a curse passed on. the hubris of a scientist. an ugly death where a glorious one is owed. blood on a handkerchief. parasites. something pushing up the sewer. a mask to keep something out. trypophobia. knowing you belong. death weeks after impact. fever. food that’s gone off. pandora’s box. death behind a glass.

iii. THE DARK. shadows. lights that turn off by themselves. the feel of cold marble. a beaked creature in the night. the difference between seeing darkness & seeing nothing. touch of something you can’t see. hiding under a blanket. white, clouded eyes. months without going outside during sunlight. pouring dark. unscrewing lightbulbs. black matter. light sensitivity. a starless night. time before light was created. a shadow on the wall without a body to attach to. withering plants. a world without a sun. footfalls in an empty house in the night. a light that doesn’t reach as far as it should. desperate reach for a flashlight. clothes that hide your shape. staying unperceivable. winter months in the north. an empty church.

iv. THE DESOLATION. senseless pain. warmth of faith. wax where skin should be. a blazing fire. heat without a source. the third or fourth tragedy in the family. losing everything you’ve ever held dear. so much to live for, gone so soon. the smell of gasoline. touch that scars. coffee cup that never goes cold. scorch marks on wood. inescapably warm air. a child born in fire. death of a loved one. a candle without a flame. an altar in the middle of the woods. animals with burnt fur. plastic explosives. burning hot metal. sweating in an interrogation room. never touching a loved one. disfigurement. kiss that ruins you. the scent of burning fat. a tattoo that terrifies its viewer. the agony of hellfire displayed as art. auburn hair. little clothing in cold weather. a ripple in the air. trying to cool down in vain.

v. THE FLESH. body horror. factories. a hunger for something more filling. never quite happy with how you look. the terror of an animal waiting for slaughter. a very good meal. the liquid of a perfect steak. fighting your worst survival instincts. a twisted bone. long nights working out. more than one heart. appearance that shapes like clay. a bag of bones. bone broth in a pot. knowing to fear pigs. the butcher’s shop. plastic surgery. something alien inside your body. a hunger in the gaze laid upon you. unwitting cannibalism. forgetting what you used to look like. being admired for your appearance & appearance only. teeth marks on skin. scars from wounds that should’ve killed you. cooking in scarcity. fenced in with one way to go.

vi. THE END. the last page of a book. nightmares that don’t feel like nightmares. a skeletal hand. the grip of the grim reaper around your throat. existential pain. ivory dice. flatlining in a hospital. gambling with death. as old as the universe. soul & spirit tied to an object. a dream where you die. closing your eyes for the last time. the pleas of a dying one. knowing the fate of someone you know & being unable to prevent it. a thousand cords tugging you towards your end. skin that’s freezing to the touch. an act of desperation. someone’s life for yours. an eternity spent alive. the cost of your selfishness. watching your own burial. causing your own burial. the smell of death. numbness to fear. words from someone gone. meaninglessness of the actions or lives of single people in the universe. multiple near-death experiences you refuse to die from.

vii. THE EYE. googling something you shouldn’t have. eureka moments. the unforgiving lens of a camera. witness reports. hidden libraries. eyes of different colors. feeling of being watched. a death recorded in tape. a tragedy you can’t look away from. endangering yourself for knowledge. truth. analog records. a symbol of an eye. a watch tower. compulsion to document. turning on recording devices without thinking about it. saving the evidence before the person. extracting information. truth or dare, without the dare. a thirst for knowledge. books that speak to you. coordinated shelves. cataloguing systems. voyeurism. police report you can’t put down. reasoning your way out. smell of old papers. books that read you back.

viii. THE HUNT. sharp canines. sore calves after a run. the scent of blood. an adventure for the journey’s sake. the adrenaline right before the kill. a whistle’s echo. the WOODS (call her the blair witch 'cuz the woods are her home). the doe eyes of a prey animal. your own breath in the air. sharpened claws. being tracked. fear of someone knowing your every movement. hunting down monsters. hide & seek. running away only to end up where you started. staying alive purely because the enemy enjoys seeing you run. a set of footsteps behind you. blood dripping from bare hands. barks & growls. focused eyes. a victim going limp under your hands. a mouth full of fresh blood. catching the scent of something monstrous. perfecting your craft. peering into the dark & running after it.

ix. THE LONELY. an apartment too small for a double bed. completely vacant streets. waking up to see everyone gone. fog. point nemo. a house too big to hear your family members in. alone in a faceless crowd. a mask with nothing behind it. separated cubicles. a deafening silence where joy should be. a blinding spotlight. the least missed in your friend group. streets without lights in the windows. isolation. not truly knowing your friends. your friends not truly knowing you. need for silence. fear of crowds. staring into space knowing nothing is looking back at you. a ship alone at sea. depression. knowing your friends are better off without you. talking to someone only to realize they’re gone. a family too large to notice you there. safety in being alone.

x. THE SLAUGHTER a game of tag. senseless violence. a true crime hobby. improvised weapons. blinding rage. intent to kill. a horrific day in a quiet community. a medal of bravery. holding on to what validates your anger. history books that spare no details. an injury you want revenge for. war. counting kills. songs of soldiers. a knife block on the counter. a pool of blood. shellshock. unspeakable horrors. anger pushing you forward. unimaginable pain. not seeing who will hurt you but knowing the pain is coming. a fully human monster. an authority sending its lessers to their deaths. kill or be killed. unedited wartime memoirs. a weapons collection. not knowing the names of who you kill. too many to remember. loss of hope. there’s no heroes in war.

xi. THE SPIRAL sleep deprivation. corridors you can get lost in. maze puzzles that loop back on themselves. losing possessions. losing people. losing your sanity. corkscew curls. rows of funhouse mirrors. optical illusions. a separate reality. walking through the wrong door. delusions. not knowing what your hands are doing. blank spaces in documents. hallucinations. wrong proportions. a nameless thing. a place that has never existed. doubting your own mind. blind faith. losing track of names, labels, categories. distorted sound. an imperfection in a glass that twists the view. loss of time. a garish color. doors that open to nowhere. lies. an unnatural laugh. jokes & tricks. illusions. a doorway. a sculptor with a wild imagination. limbs in impossible angles. doing what’s fun, not what’s sensible. fractals you can get lost in.

xii. THE STRANGER wax figures. a close approximation of a human face. a borrowed appearance. a strange smell. glass eyes. furs & pelts. a dance. a song of a choir. the uncanny valley. stitching yourself together. the colors of a circus. a puppet with no strings. mannequins. glitter & sequin. a stranger you’ve always known. someone strange in the place of someone you knew. stolen identities. stolen skins. a machine imitating humanity. the anonymity of a service worker. hiding in plain sight. uncomfortable to look at. a faked accent. concealing. forgetting who you are. forgetting who others are. a replacement no one notices. images that look posed. the only one seeing the false face of someone.

xiii. THE VAST. open spaces. carnival rides going up & down. fear of heights. endless infinity around you. your insignificance in an universe. stomach turning at a drop. fear of not the crash down but the moment you slip. the sway of a cable car. an adventure holiday. losing track of where the surface is. miles & miles of nothing around you. staring at the sky & feeling like you may fall into it. loss of control. a fall that doesn’t end in death. glass floor to the view below. terminal velocity. the sound of wind in your ears. a reach over the railing. a jump from the top of the building. falling into nothing. feeling your feet let go of the ground. a leap of faith. motion sickness.

xiv. THE WEB. undecipherable code. a puppeteer holding the strings. power over the weak—willed. strings of fate. manipulation. an arranged accident. a hundred minions doing your bidding. cobwebs. spiders. a laid trap. never voicing discomfort. outwitting a cheater. doing things without realizing it. red string across a corkboard. finding something lost where you were sure you checked. power over the unreliability of chance. watching others dance for you. an entangled death. a thousand tiny legs & fangs. shady forum threads. something important gone missing. suspiciously disregarded case. a missing witness. connections. the world wide web. power of victimhood. gullibility. no control over your own decisions. an invisible leash. mass psychology. a horror film in the making. scapegoat. never remembering to ask for a name.

+ THE EXTINCTION. the end of an era. apocalypse movies. the alarms of warning systems. a desolate landscape. end of the world cults. nihilism. the last written history. a changed world. no survivors. old prophecies. a thousand predicted ends. a new chapter. an end with no escape. catastrophes. a calendar counting down. breaking point. overindulgence.

#iris of eden's gate #my ocs #fc5 ocs #i saw the horrors and thought “it's iris time😊”#she's horrifying #a mix of sadako from ringu asami from audition and the blair witch #oc tag game

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nitewrighter · 2 years ago

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even before you get to the crisis thing, do you ever wonder how many industries took omnic labor for granted pre-sapience? im imagining like, omnic chocolate as the ethical alternative to child slave chocolate. the nursing crisis solved overnight. you see animosity from human miners towards omnic workers displacing them on the shambali map, because under capitalism that's an inevitable tension, but im imagining some countries smart enough to implement universal basic income and ending up with something like 3/4s automated luxury not-actually-socialism.

and then the crisis occurs and that gargantuan labor sector comes out the other side of it bloodied and inexplicably demanding human rights. imagine your roomba demanding a living wage. imagine your roomba is a war criminal and it's demanding a living wage. serious philosophical query: is it morally culpable for the ankles it stabbed before it was sentient?

but beyond that, at the source, what does a living wage even look like for something that doesn't need food, doesn't need living quarters bigger than a storage closet, and seems to run off sci-fi perpetual motion juice? what makes it even worthy of that consideration? what happens to me, a human who was thoughtlessly dependent on that labor and now has to make radical adjustments to my quality of life? to accommodate the fucking google dots who blew up my hometown?

these would be fascinating questions to build into a world if any writers but those at blizzard were handling them. (and yes i know about karel capek)

That's a thing I'm also frequently asking myself in my fics! I actually love that one line from HALfred Glitchbot on the Hollywood map where he bemoans "mandatory human hiring quotas"--I do feel that partially answers your question, but it also further reinforces the question of what do omnic spend their capital on? I actually imagine they throw significant weight behind legislation just for certain protections, as well as community networks to facilitate safety and quality of life (whatever that looks like) for omnics, and possibly even communally buying land, though I imagine there's also plenty of laws in place that block omnics from a lot of the economic freedoms humans enjoy just by virtue of the fact that omnics do present a real threat to human labor.

We do know that a lot of omnics view themselves very communally from Tracer's London Calling comics, but there are definite exceptions as we've seen with Lynx Seventeen and some of the omnics in Ramattra's short story. We know that omnics in London are forced to live underground, but Maximilien also owns a dang casino, and we know that the Don Rumbotico rum company was a human family-owned operation before Talon bought it out and re-branded it with an omnic mascot (that could be a choice on Max's end, now that I think about it). So there are a lot of cultural questions about the omnic as laborer and how that's perceived and used in marketing.

But yeah it is actually wild how you do see omnics overrepresented in a lot of service industries, creative industries, or high-skill jobs (mainly Omnic waiters whose sentience is actually questionable, HALfred being a director, Iggy being a scientist, and also BOB being a highly skilled butler) but you don't see a lot of mention of the omnic as hard laborer (Cassidy mentions doing farm labor in the Ashe novel, but I'll need to check back to see if he mentions omnic doing farmwork as well.

Then again, this is asking Blizzard, which recently went through major union-busting scandals, to think about labor... which I imagine is a tall ask.

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annaphoenix1994 · 1 year ago

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Ch.125 - Gaining Leverage

Previous Chapter - Masterlist 1; Masterlist 2 - Next Chapter

Phil and Tokala discuss their partnership; Baler and Simon have a talk; Baler learns new information about Kiera and also tells Simon about his new love interest at school.

Author's Note: Yes, this chapter is over 4k words with a bit of pending drama as well as a lot of fluff between Simon and Baler. I just love their journey together and how they truly view each other after their hardships. It makes my heart melt! Also, just in case anyone was curious: I start my new job tomorrow and I'm still slowly getting back on my feet! Money is still hard to come by right now, but I'm still able to manage and get food for myself as well as take care of my animals. Thankfully, this new job pays every week, so I'm so happy about that. I also have a set schedule so that it'll be easier to plan things throughout the day! I hope you enjoy this chapter! Hopefully I'll have another out in a couple of days!

“The value of the land is basically worthless without a water source, I’m afraid.” A lead executive on Tokala’s team explained.

“Worthless?” Adam, Phil’s lead executive on the project, scoffed. Aside from his arrogance, Phil thoroughly enjoyed the man’s cockiness when negotiating a deal. “A 40-acre goat farm sold for 3 million in the county over.”

“With a water source.”

“The water table on our property is 30 feet. I could dig a fucking well by hand.”

“I’d love to see that!” Angela fired back, far from intimidated from Adam’s negotiation tactics. “Your client already accepted our offer, you’re just supposed to red line the fine print if I must remind you of what your job entails.”

Tokala smirked with amusement.

“The fine print is shit. You get our land for free and then write off construction costs for years before we even see a dime?” Adam scoffed. “Phil, fucking Indian Tribes trying to steal your land.”

“The only reason you’re not choking on irony is the size of your mouth!” Angela snarled.

“Must I remind everyone that our goal here is to make a deal.” Natalie sighed.

“We agreed to a percentage as payoff. I can’t afford your asking price and build my desired project.” Tokala explained.

Phil shook his head, “I know how this works. You won’t spend a cent on construction. You’ll go to Chase or Rocky Capital and take a loan for the build. You’ll outsource the management except for promised jobs for family or friends. You’ll negotiate a heaping consulting fee for yourself and give speeches about how this will have a positive impact to the community with how much income will be brought in for schools and hospitals,” He explained, drawing in everyone’s attention by how great the future sounded coming from his mouth. “I oversaw the Las Vegas Lottery and partnered with managing casinos along the Strip. I helped write the book on this shit and I’m fine with all of this, but all I’m offering is that my piece of the pie will be just as big as yours.”

“I have no family to give jobs to, and my only friends are my partners in this business. Every dime of profit will go exactly where I say it goes. We both want the same thing, just different reasons.”

“Tokala, I look at the contract and I honestly can’t tell what you want.”

“Let me simplify it: I want everything the Jackson Valley Ranch sits on! I want that ranch and everything north towards Yellowstone and south towards Hot Springs. Do this with me and I’ll split it with you.”

“There’s probably not even a handful of people on this entire planet that can afford that ranch. You and I aren’t one of them.”

“You’re a billionaire, no?”

“Yes, but the only reason I am is because I’m smart with my money. I discuss strategies before falling through with a deal.”

“I have a plan for that, too.”

“Then what is it?”

“I only tell my plans to my partners. You and I aren’t partners… yet.”

“I’m not going to try and sabotage a deal here, Phil,” Adam spoke up, hating the sudden silence that fell between the two. “If you cede ownership of the land, would there be any worry of being pushed out by the opposing party?”

“And assume that Phil will get nothing?” Tokala arched his brow. “Is that what you assume my plan is?”

“Of course not. We’re just trying to be smart about this, too.”

“Strategize,” Phil corrected. “Is there a way that the percentage of the profit could become a percentage of ownership at the casino?”

“Unfortunately, the Tribal Gaming Commission will never license you,” Tokala answered with a sigh.

“Well, what about the hotel? We make the casino a separate structure – I own the hotel, you own the casino?” Phil proposed.

“That could work.” Natalie nodded, crossing her arms.

“I agree,” Adam nodded before looking back to Tokala. “I’ll draft a proposal. We don’t require a response right away, it’s just something to think about.”

“Of course.”

“Since we are all on the same page with the land, I would like to address a possible solution to these issues. I’ve gotten attorneys for the Clean Water Act and we are filing a lawsuit against Kiera Dutton for rerouting the river to alter the flow of the waterway. Since we have filed, we will present it to the EPA. Yellowstone Cutthroat Trout reside in these rivers, which is a food source for majority of the Grizzly Bears and Black Bears that wander through from the park,”

“Continue…” Tokala requested, a gleam of excitement in his eyes.

“Which is a violation of the Endangered Species Act.”

“Which is also a felony.” Adam finished.

“That’s the best news I’ve heard all day.”

“She has already been served the papers. I just figured I’d tell you the strategies after filing.” Natalie giggled.

“Good work.”

Kiera arrived home with a heavy sigh, eager to see her children and husband after a long day of staring at a computer screen. Unzipping her boots once she walked through the door, she mindlessly pushed them aside before hanging her coat on the rack as well as her purse, purposely leaving her phone somewhere inside as the smell of cooked beef flooded her nostrils. “What’s for dinner?”

“Baler suggested hamburger helper and it was easy enough for me to make,” Simon chuckled, shrugging his shoulders as he continued to stir the ground beef. “Is that okay?”

“I have no problem with what you two decide to make for dinner,” She giggled, meeting him at the stove to stand on her toes so she could press a kiss to his lips, smiling when she heard Baler purposely gag at the sight as he was sitting on the countertop, clear that he and Simon were having a conversation prior to Kiera arriving home. “Want me to make some sides?”

“We already have that covered, momma,” Baler snickered, leaning down so that she could greet him with a hug as well as kiss his forehead. “The twins are in the living room playing in their playpen. And before you ask, yes, I’ve been keeping an eye on them. Dad and I have been taking turns.”

“I know, baby. That’s why I didn’t ask,” She giggled. “I know you two always have them in your sights when I’m not home.”

“There’s also a slight change of plans, love…” Simon trailed off, causing her brows to furrow in confusion. “You know how we usually go to your mum’s for dinner on Wednesday’s? Well, I asked her if she’d rather come over here tonight.”

“Okay. I’ll be glad to see her over here so I can show her the Christmas tree I bought!”

“We’re really putting up a Christmas tree?—” Baler scoffed, dreading the day that he’d have to help Kiera put it up in the living room. Although he loved Kiera and Simon as his parents, putting up a Christmas tree as well as other holiday festivities is where he drew the line.

“We sure are and you’re going to help your dad chop it down.”

“Chop it down?” Simon asked suddenly, both he and Baler questioning her at the same time with the same look on their faces.

“That’s right. Mom knows a guy who was friends with dad since high school and he owns a tree farm. She and I both bought a new tree this year, so we’ll have two to put up,” She smirked. “We pick them up this weekend.”

“Bloody hell,” Simon sighed. “Looks like our hunting trip is postponed until Sunday, lad.”

“If you two want to complain about it, I’ll just do it myself.” Kiera arched her brow.

“No, we’ll do it.” Baler assured her.

“That’s how she does it, lad. It just took me three years to figure it out.”

“How she does what?”

“She’ll volunteer us to do something at the last minute, then pout when she hears me complain about it so I’ll feel guilty but even though I may not want to spend my Saturday chopping down a bloody tree, I’ll still do it because it makes her happy.”

“You sure did save yourself on that one, babe,” Kiera huffed, crossing her arms over her chest while she watched him and Baler smirk at her reaction. “I’m going to go change and find an outfit to wear tomorrow. You two sit and complain to each other while I’m gone.”

“I think you made her mad.” Baler whispered.

Simon shook his head, “No, I know when she’s mad. She can dish out the jokes but can’t take ‘em when I shoot back,” He said, knowing Kiera could in fact take a joke, but he was still in a playful mood. “One thing you’ll learn about women is that they love to volunteer us for things they can’t physically do because they know we’ll do it for them.”

“Why?”

“Because men are providers, kid. I’m going to sound old fashioned when I say this, but it’s the truth,” He shrugged, turning off the burner to the stove after the ground beef was done cooking to strain it in the sink before putting it into the mixture of the hamburger helper to let it simmer. “Women provide us by giving us children and the least we can do is be a helping hand when she needs it, but our main goal is to make sure our women are safe and feel like they’re safe when they’re with us because unfortunately, this world is too cruel for women because some men make it that way. It’s up to us to keep that part of the world away from the ones we love.”

“Didn’t think you could be so sentimental, dad.” Baler teased.

“I can be when I want, but don’t let your mum hear that,” He chuckled playfully. “She’s given me more than just the twins, but when she had those two, I watched her change completely from the woman I knew before to someone I didn’t think could be better.”

“What was mom like when you met?”

Simon breathed a chuckle, “She was wild. I’ve never met a woman that could physically terrify a man twice her size in my life.”

“Are you talking about yourself?” Baler snickered.

“If I’m going to be honest, yeah, she intimidated me – she still does sometimes.”

“She was in the military too, right?”

“If you want to refer to it like that, yeah.”

Simon glanced at Baler through his peripheral vision when he heard him scoff out of slight annoyance, “Dad, why are you so secretive about it? I’m old enough to understand these things…”

He huffed before stepping away from the stove to glance towards the hallway, seeing that their bedroom door was shut and listened for the sound of running water from the pipes below the floor, assuring himself that she couldn’t overhear what he was about to say next. “You think you’re old enough to understand?”

“I know I can.”

“Just promise me one thing.”

“Shoot.”

“You can’t look at her any different than how you do now. If what I’m about to tell you changes that, it should be how you can appreciate her more than you do now. She wouldn’t want you to feel sorry for her because it wasn’t her fault—”

“Dad, you’re scaring me…”

“Just promise me.”

“O-Okay, I promise.”

“That woman who came to the house while we were gone, that was Kiera’s supervisor in the C.I.A. She’s been involved in many missions that I was a part of too. When Kate shows up, serious things are about to happen—”

“So she’s about to leave?—”

“No, she’s not going anywhere, but I might have to—”

“Don’t leave.”

“It’s my duty, lad,” He arched his brow. “Only if I must. I met Kiera on a mission in Mexico. Unexpected for sure, but we worked alongside each other for a while before I developed feelings,”

“So, while it was raining bullets you were over there simping for my mom?” Baler snickered.

“Wh-? What does that mean?”

“What?”

“That word? Simp?”

“Oh, it’s like you were too focused on her when there were more important things going on or something like that,” Baler shrugged. “Like you were begging for her attention.”

“Not at the time, no. She definitely caught my eye, but when I’m on a mission, I’m focused on what I’m supposed to be doing because any mistake or delay and it’s your life and the life of others you’re risking.”

“So how does this factor into what you’re so secretive about telling me?”

“Got sidetracked,” Simon huffed. “Anyway, long story short, when we returned from leave, we were working with a commander who she had been investigating for tyranny. He found out she was investigating him, so when we got back, he forced her into his possession to find out any answers. When we found her, she was nearly unrecognizable – nearly beaten to death. I didn’t have to ask her what happened because it was obvious. More time went by before we found out our target was in Chicago. We get there, do our mission, and things took a turn for the worst—”

“Are you talking about that bombing that happened?” Baler questioned. “I heard that it was like the bombing that happened in Boston—”

“It turned into being a bombing, but it was originally a stealth mission,” He corrected.

“Were you there?”

“I held a sniping position on the adjacent building, yes.”

“That’s so fucking cool—”

“Focus, lad,” Simon reminded sternly. “On their way back to the main floor, Kiera, my Captain, and Sergeant along with some Marines were hit with an RPG. Johnny was the one who found her while I was making my way to the ground from the building I was in. Although I was terrified then, I still found it quite funny how the first thing she thought of after getting hit with an RPG was to bum a cigarette,” He breathed a laugh.

“So… She lived through getting blown up?”

“Obviously,” Simon scoffed. “And she didn’t get blown up, she got the worst of the hit when the RPG came through the building. Price was the one who used himself as a shield to protect her, but he was too late when he did and she ended up getting the worst of it.”

“Is… Is that why she has that scar on her face?”

Simon nodded.

“And the ones on her back?”

“How did you know about those?”

“I’m not stupid, dad. I noticed the first time she wore a dress the first summer I had with you guys and her shoulders and back looked like pepperoni. I knew they were scars instead of some birthmark.” He scoffed.

“Okay, but let’s not compare the looks of them to anything. She’s already self-conscious about it—”

“She shouldn’t. She’s just more of a badass than I thought she was already,” Baler shrugged. “How… How bad are they?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like… Is it her entire back that looks like that?”

“Yes.”

“Does it bother you?”

Simon furrowed his brows, “Does it bother me?”

“Yeah, like does it bother you that she looks like that now. Like, I’m not saying it to be mean because she doesn’t look bad, but… I don’t know. One of my friends dumped his girl because she got in a car wreck and is paralyzed now—”

“That’s not a friend, kid. Sounds like a bastard.”

“He is.”

“I wouldn’t continue to be his friend if I were you. I was on patrol that day I got the call about a wreck. I watched them pull that girl from that car and the first thing she asked was to call her boyfriend. And to now learn that he dumped her for it?”

“Fucked up, isn’t it?”

“Surely.”

“Still didn’t answer my question though.”

“The only thing that bothers me is that I wasn’t there to take the blow instead of her. Not once did it change how I felt about her. The only thing that changed was having to be more cautious around her. It’s been years, but she’s still healing from it. Her skin is very sensitive now and I must make sure she doesn’t overdo it when she does things she likes.”

“Is her skin sensitive or something?”

Simon nodded, “She doesn’t know it, but she aches when she lays too long on her back while she’s sleeping. I guess it’s because those grafts feel kind of tight to her, especially on areas as sensitive as her legs. I don’t sleep very well anyway, but I physically move her throughout the night in hopes of her not being sore in the morning.”

“Husband of the year,” Baler poked playfully, although he wasn’t going to admit that the new information, he just learned about how his father did acts of love for Kiera absolutely melted his heart. “So you really are a genuine man.” He teased.

“I don’t do it for the title, I do it because I love her. That’s what I meant when I said that us men are to provide for the ones we love. She gave me those kids and the least I could do is make it easier for her any time I can and more. So if she ends up wanting six trees to set up around the house, then you can bet your arse I’m going to cut down six trees.”

“Can you tell me more?”

He watched Simon shake his head, “I’m afraid I shouldn’t. I’ve already told you more than you need to. Just hold to your promise and don’t look at her any different.”

“You know I will.”

“Well, try not to make it obvious—”

“I’m going to look at her the way you said.”

“And what did I say?”

“To appreciate her more and that she wouldn’t want me to feel sorry for her,” He answered confidently. “Although I feel bad because I hug her kind of hard. Like I didn’t know it probably hurts and I don’t think about that stuff… I don’t want to stop hugging her, though.” He frowned.

“Then don’t stop hugging her, lad,” He assured him. “She’s never said anything about hurting afterwards, but I know she’s stubborn.”

“Should I just put my arms around her neck instead of her body?”

Simon nodded in agreement, seeing how concerned Baler was regarding the new information he had just learned. “Makes sense as to why sometimes I hear her wince when I do hug her every day.”

“It’s okay. She knows you don’t know about as to why she’s still sore from what happened—”

“She’d never tell me, either.”

“No, but that’s why I did. Even though you kept asking me to tell you.” He chuckled.

“Well, now I know what you expect of me when it comes to treating women… I can really use that advice now I’ve got a girlfriend…”

“You what?” Simon arched his brow.

“We’re not official… Yet.”

“Well, since you two aren’t “official,” you have plenty of time to make things right so that you can treat her well. What’s her name?”

“Holly.”

“Is that the girl—”

“-From the wreck,” Baler answered. “The one in the wheelchair.”

“You better treat her well, you understand?”

“Why do you think I wanted you to talk about mom?”

Simon tilted his head in confusion.

“Don’t make fun of me after I tell you this…”

“I’m offended that you think I would.”

Baler playfully rolled his eyes before looking to the floor, twiddling his thumbs in nervousness as he spoke, “I asked you to talk about mom because you get carried away. Yeah, I’m always curious about what you two did for work, but I’m really taking mental notes… I see how you talk about her and how you treat her and I just… I want to be you.”

Simon looked down towards the floor, unable to grasp the realization that he was an inspiration to someone. He really does look up to me, he thought, recalling the moment Kiera had told him how Baler felt about Simon. You were right, love.

“You… want to be me?”

“Yes. I don’t have the first fucking clue on how to take care of a girl, let alone taking care of a girl that can’t quite do the same things as me. She can’t walk on her own and is in a wheelchair for the rest of her life. I got made fun of because I confessed to my friends that I liked her and I thought I was in the wrong because my own friends thought it was stupid and I felt bad for telling them to fuck off, but I like her for who she is—”

“Please tell me you’re not still friends with them.”

“No, I’m not. At first I pushed myself away from her because I thought I had the same mindset as my friends and didn’t want to cause her more of a heartache, but this past week I’ve done nothing but help her out and pushed my so-called friends away because being around her made me happier.”

“That’s good, kid. So why haven’t you two made it official yet? You’re already referring to her as your girlfriend.”

“Did I?” He asked, furrowing his brows in confusion.

“You sure did. Looks like your heart has already decided for you.”

“But what if… what if I’m too fucked up to date her? I have a problem with my temper, I take forever to do things right—”

“I can assure you, we’ve both had our fair share of being “fucked up”. The only difference between you and I is that it took me 30 years to realize it and you had someone to save you from yourself.”

“That’s why I want to be you.”

The pair looked at each other for a few moments, now truly understanding their role in each other’s lives. Kid, as much as you’ve gotten on my nerves in the beginning, I’m sure glad you’re in mine and Kiera’s life.

On the other side of the closed bedroom door, Kiera sat with her back against it as she wept grateful tears, Kimber’s jaw laying on top of Kiera’s thigh as her fingers slowly moved through the Corgi’s fur. She failed to hear the entire conversation and felt bad for eavesdropping, but her heart was swelling with pride and love at the bond between Simon and Baler that distinctly grew over time. Babe, you were meant to find him that day.

“She will be your first girlfriend, yeah?”

“I hope so.”

“I’m sure you’ll be glad to tell your mum all about it.”

“I’m terrified to tell her. Can I wait a bit longer?”

“Why’re you terrified?”

“Because she’ll skin me alive if I do something wrong. I love her to death, but I also don’t want to risk messing up…”

“She won’t. Me and her have messed up a lot. That’s what makes us work. There’s not a relationship on this planet that has worked without mistakes. You’re going to make a lot of mistakes, even if you have us to guide you. It’ll show how you are as a man and how you handle things. This lass you’re talking to will see that, too. How you react and handle things shows her everything she’ll need to know about her relationship with you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Okay, for example: if you and her are talking in the hall at school and the kids that were picking on you for liking her came up and made a cheeky comment. If you defend her without question, then she’ll feel safe with you and want to reside in you. If you just let them make their comment or even laugh along with them, she’ll feel humiliated and want to distance herself. Remember what I said.”

“You already know what I’d do.”

“I’ve seen your temper,” Simon chuckled. “If you can defend your lass like you defended Kiera that day Brady was causing trouble, I have full confidence in you.”

“But he beat my ass—”

“Doesn’t matter. What matters is that you stood your ground and didn’t hesitate to risk getting hit again to defend yourself and your mum.”

“Yeah, well, you need to teach me how to fight because watching you beat him up was so cool.”

“I’ll show you one day.”

“What ever happened to him anyway?”

“…Let’s just say he found his way to work on another ranch…”

#simonghostriley #simonriley #simon riley #simon ghost riley #call of duty #callofduty #simon riley x oc #call of duty modern warfare 2 #ghost riley #simon riley x og female

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musekicker · 1 year ago

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This might end up part of a longer thing. But wanted to write out this games galaxy era Hermes and Finch interaction.

Like every other casino in the Games Galaxy, the place offered a fairly big buffet. Players had to be fed after all if they were going to keep playing long enough to go into points debt and end up serving the games masters for as long as those games masters wished. They would say you could pay off the debt but those who had been here long enough knew better.

Hermes knew better. He had gotten tired of the buffet food weeks into being trapped here besides. One could eat the same kinds of mediocre foods for only so long.

So by year five, Hermes was more then sick of buffet food.

Some days when Domino had no need of him or he was not being punished for lashing out, Hermes would look to other places in Domino's territory that would at least have something different. That of course did not mean healthy or good. Just anything that wasn't close to wilting lettuce from the salad bar or small meat skewers.

It took him some searching to find a food source that had something a bit different, but he tracked it down. A vending machine just off the main road in the territory. A very old model with glass instead of a clear energy screen. Needless to say the machine had seen it's share of disrepairs over the years. Hermes intended to make it worse.

But he was not the only one going for the vending machine today it seemed.

Finch was of the Quadlim species. They were four armed beings, their eyes like slits and came in a rainbow of colors. Finch in particular was purple. And he was dressed in his usual outfit of brown overalls, white shirt, and a brown cap. Hermes wasn't sure if Finch didn't own another outfit or just liked this one a lot.

What Hermes did know was that Finch was not happy right now. Hermes had caught sight of Finch kicking the machine with a brown boot clad foot. He was uttering a string of swears that Hermes didn't know all of the context of but knew a swear when he heard one.

"I think this thing sometimes just doesn't read the points it's given." Hermes said, stepping up to Finch.

Finch was startled but only for a second. Once he saw who it was, a small grin came to his face despite the swearing and anger moments ago.

"Oh hey, Hermes. Where were you two minutes ago before I gave this thing my points?" Finch asked.

Hermes looked over the machine. It wasn't as full as the newer, shiner vending machines. It was actually a mystery to Hermes who was still supplying this thing with new snacks. But there was the presence of snacks that Hermes hadn't had in awhile. The mixed nuts bar in particular.

"What snack were you trying to get?" Hermes asked.

"The sugar ropes." Finch replied. "I love those things."

"I had those once." Hermes said. "I think I saw colors that don't exist"

Finch grinned.

"That just tells you it's the good shit." Finch said. "Besides, food is food."

Hermes couldn't argue too much on that point. Yes, he was sick of buffet food but at least he had the option to eat it if he couldn't find anything else. Finch and many others did not have that luck.

"Well, in any case, let me help you with the machine. It can be finicky. But I know how to handle it." Hermes said.

Hermes strolled over to the machine, tapping the glass a couple of times before bringing a fist back.

"Get ready to grab and go." Hermes said.

Finch, always quick to catch on was ready when Hermes slammed his fists through the glass of the vending machine.

"Now see, I could had done that." Finch said.

Hermes smirked at that and moved aside to allow Finch to get at the snacks. With four arms he could pick up a lot. That along with stuffing a lot of the snacks into his overalls pockets, he had a lot. And knowing Finch, he would end up sharing those snacks with a lot of other down on their luck pieces or players so on the edge of becoming pieces as well.

Even with all the treats taken, Finch purposely left some. Clearly Finch knew treats Hermes was looking for, leaving the mixed nut bars behind.

"Thanks Hermes! Got to go!" Finch cried.

Then Finch ran, hurrying away from the scene.

Hermes waved goodbye to Finch, Hermes hand still bleeding and full of glass shards. He took a moment to grab a couple mixed nut bars before ambling off and picking glass out of his fist.

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molsons112000 · 3 months ago

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justanother-fanficwriter · 3 months ago

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NCIA Agent Trese fanfic part 6.

Note: Sorry for the long no posting but I suddenly had the urge to continue this story.😩 Also, thanks to the video game Just Cause 2 for giving me inspiration for this fictional nation.

Fictional Country Desc: Welcome to Biringan, Pulau! The country that is mistaken to be located in Samar! A Country run by both humans and Southeast Asian Supernaturals. A land where technological innovation, meets the woders of the supernatural elements! This nation is always mistaken to be a part of samar as a loophole mysteriously teleports planes, ships, people, animals, and cars to this islands capital, Biringan, located near the Malaysian Peninsula, South of the Thai Gulf and West of the Philippine Archipelago. This portal seemingly closes and opens only a few times in a lifetime. This A place where Thai, Filipino, Malay, Indonesian, and Singaporean culture meet! Languages could differ from the Province, Prefecture, City, or even District/Borough you are in. Public transport could differ from Tuk Tuks/Bao Bao, Taxis, Tricycles, Jeepneys, Songthaew's, Buses, and Boats. The island is well known for its technological advancement, vibrant and diverse culture, understanding between different religions, delicious cusine, and its wonderful nature along with its history and landmarks. It is also known for hospitality and tourist attraction. Try to visit the "Palm Hotel and Casino" for the best 5 star service among Southeast Asian hotels. Go to the White sand beach of "Wisata Emas Resort" to enjoy a relaxing vacation, or try Skiing the "Taman Nasional Kuning Bulan" at the High Mountains of Mt. San Agustin. Or visit the churches of "New Mactan" and temples of the Thai town of "Phaleung". Go shopping at the Biringan Night Market and buy authentic local Pulau products. And maybe as the Cherry On Top if you have children, Visit the "Taman Magik" Amusement park at the state of "Batbang" or the Taman Nasiunal Batbang and see the amazing wildlife! From ron Tarsier's, to Tamaraw's, Bats, Eagles, Elephants and more! And if you feel like visiting a dessert that can be a sea during high tide, visit the "Pangasitinggi Dunes" and lastly, go island hopping at the "Caritan Archipelago to see wonderful crystal clear oceans! But don't get fooled by the bright side of this nation. This nation is ruled under the dictatorship of Pado Magsakay, being a puppet of the S.P.L.G., and the strongest source of power of the terrorist faction, it makes him harder to take down.

We got a rental car and I drove next to them at a nearby Food Hall. They were eating the Pulau adaptation of Pad Thai Noodles.

"ha! I'll take the last serving!" Basilio says as he takes the serving fork.

"Hey!" Crispin Complains. I immediately stopped their fighting by taking the bowl of the remaining noodles and putting all of it in my plate.

"Let your cousin eat! Will ya two?" I said right before taking a spoonful of noodles.

"you're not our cousin biologically! Fuck off!" Basilio angrily retorted.

"well just let me eat, I spent most of the time getting a good rental car!" I said pointing at the slightly rusty "1990 Hiace" parked behind us next to the food hall.

"you mean this junk?!" Both of them complained.

"stop it!" Alexandra joined the conversation to stop the argument.

"Any vehicle manufactured before 2011 had no computerized systems. Meaning? They can't be tracked via GPS!"

I explained.

After we ate, we got into the rental van and I turned the key. The van comes to life and so does the radio.

"Hanya ini yang kubernikan

Sebua lagu ciptaan!"

I started to sing in Indonesian as I drive down the City. Everyone except for my sister looked at me as they never knew I spoke Indonesian.

We arrived at the rental house and started to get to work. Turns out, an important member of the faction was going to meet with the president of Pulau at the "Palm" Hotel and Casino.

Later that night we went to the casino to identify who was the VIP. My sister started to work on the cameras and Identification. While me and Alex dance with different people to try and make it seem natural. Crispin and Basilio stayed in the van to be part of backup. The party was formal yet it was so Hip! The dancing accompanied by the banduria's playing "Cariñosa" and the people wearing different Southeast Asian formal outfits.

I slowly made my way around and soon spotted her with the help of my sister on the computer.

"That's her, the one wearing a Malaysian outfit."

I looked at her before calling Maliksi.

"get her limo, knock out the driver and take his place as the chauffeur!"

Maliksi simply kicked the driver so strong he fell into the water across the railings. He took the limo and after the party ended, the lady got into the car.

"Take me back to the mansion! Now!"

The lady demanded in Malay.

"Drive as fast and horrible as possible!"

I told him on the phone.

He immediately floored it and the limo darted away towards downtown along the highway. Maliksi locks the limo doors.

"Hey slow down! What's the rush?! Wait, youre not my driver!"

"Do I really need to go fast?"

"Well we don't want to give this girl an opportunity to jump out safely!"

I replied.

The limo stops at the NCIA safehouse

Maliksi takes the rich woman and made her sit in a chair.

#trese #trese fanfic #team trese #the kambal #crispin and basilio #hank #Spotify

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creativeafterdark · 1 year ago

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Rent Free Info Dump

Rent Free is essentially House of Dark but expanded because I cannot stop myself. For those who don’t know House of Dark, it was a comic series I did back in College. Basically my persona, Dark, would share her home with the characters she adores and just… live life. No big plots (aside from when Dante left her alone to go visit her parents), no big enemies (aside from a massive snowstorm), nothing but living as a college student. Rent Free is similar, though I do plan to have some plots (a few relationships have subplots, as well as a few connections between students at the Academy and Kaiju in the Range), some enemies (looking at you, Salem) and a lot of slice of life. But there are a lot of characters. Nearly 11,520 canon characters of various shows, games, etc.; Just over 1000 OCs; and, counted separate, over 1000 animal characters that, essentially count as pets. Honestly, I know that list will grow, as I cannot control myself. As such, it made more sense to create a city rather than just a single household. All that said, this document will provide needed context for whenever I post any fanfiction that takes place in the Rent Free AU.

Point 1: World's End World's End is the name given to the world that was created to house all of these characters. The name World's End comes from an original (and unfortunately shelved) work of mine, and because I had a blast making the city, I decided to honor it by moving it to Rent Free. It is a mix of magic and technology, and is centered around one building: the Apartments. World's End also has an elevator within the Apartments and other important places of note (such as the Academy) that takes folks to an area with a "paradise under the ground" feel called The Range. The city portion has all the amentities needed: a hospital (vet included), shops and restuarants, clubs and casinos, and a school called The Academy. Outside the city, is a military base, shipyard for interdimensional travel, and farm lands, among other things. One thing to note: Transformers is among the fandoms involved in this so the city is big enough to accomodate them but also provides mass displacers in a variety of places. The military base also hosts a place for Holoform use. Aside from The Apartments and Academy (which will get their own points), the most well known areas of interest (read as the most used areas) are as follows: - The Fast Break Nook - a cafe run by Dark's gf Jaden which is right next to - Thank You Oven Bakery - a bakery run by Dark's "daughter" Tessa - The Jasmine Tea Shop - A tea shop and cafe run mainly by Iroh and supported by Chloe Battenberg who also runs a tea related store called Triple Sweet - Triple Six - a karaoke bar and nightclub run by the demon Sorath - Queen Department Store - a massive store owned by multiple Isekai villainess protagonists working together. Though unlike other department stores, they support the smaller businesses around the area. - Emerald Fields - A collection of Farmsteads run by different folks that focus on different forms of farming - Pavel Labs - Originally called Stoica Labs, it was renamed after the original head was discovered to be a massive scum bag. His ex wife, Curia Pavel, has taken over and, with her assistants, uses it as a testing ground for artificial limbs, both magic based and technology based. - Applegate Counseling - A collection of therapists, counselors and psyhologists who assist those with trauma of any kind, owned by Maria Applegate - The Archives - Not a traditional library, this facility is run by Login, and allows folks to essentially watch the media that they originally come from. It also acts as a portal to other worlds but only if Login allows it.

Point 2: The Range

The Range, as stated before, is an underground world, home to multiple animals who are not domesticated. They hunt on their own and have few interactions with humans, aside from a select few (the Rangers, obviously). Their food sources are usually brought in from the universes they are from.

The area is split into nine areas, with magic barriers in place to keep most predators and prey in one selected area to prevent any turf wars. Currently, Dark is taking time to introduce creatures to each other, but in a safe manner to ensure survival. The only creatures allowed to move between the Sectors are the Predacons and Maximals.

Each area has multiple water sources, one mountainous area and at least 2 to 3 outposts for when inspections need to be done, unless a ranch is specified. In order to travel to any of the Sectors (minus Sector 7, 8 and 9), at least one Ranger MUST be present.

Area 1 is called the Drac Sector, home to most fantasy creatures, such as dragons (mainly from Dragalia Lost), griffins, and monsters from Monster Hunter (Dark has a soft spot for Rathalos).

Area 2 is called the Zeno Sector, where species not native to Earth live. It mostly consists of species found in James Cameron's Avatar (and this is the ONLY thing from Avatar in Rent Free) and some from Ben 10 and other scifi shows.

Area 3 is called the Kaiju Sector and is the largest of the 9 sectors. It should go without saying that, based on the name, Godzilla and his crew mainly inhabit this sector.

Area 4 is called the Jurassic Sector and is the smallest. It houses only a few creatures, the two main ones being Rexy and Blue. Dark is debating of getting a few more dinos or if she should try to introduce the ones she has to one of the other sectors.

Area 5 is called the Safari Sector. It's home to the monsters of Digimon, Pokemon, and Monster Rancher, along with a few other series. All of these creatures are allowed in World's End proper, but this is for the monsters that want to roam free or do not have a tamer yet. There are a three ranches currently, but no specific owners.

Area 6 is called the Far Sector. The sector houses the Slimes of the Far Far Range, as well as a portal taking you back to that world. This is one of the only areas to house four ranches, run by Beatrix LeBeau, Mochi Miles, Ogden Ortiz and Viktor Humphries, respectively.

Area 7 is called the Huaguo Sector. This area was maded specifically for Sun Wukong, his clan and his allies. Asena also lives in the area with her wolf pack. Unlike most sectors, this area allows visitors from World's End without a Ranger present. The known outposts are Sun's Temple, Blue Wolf Homestead and The Portal Tree, the last of which leads to the realm of Deities, Angels and Demons from Mythology around the world. (This realm will only be mentioned as only a select few can actually go into it. There is also a portal in the city proper, but it's hidden to keep people from going in without knowing it.)

Area 8 is called Mustang Sector. As the title implies, the sector is home to horses of all kinds and also home to where the hardier breeds of cattle, sheep and other farm animals. Striker, along with his partners, have a ranch in the area called Bullet Ranch.

And finally Area 9 is called Royal Sector. This is the main base of operations for the Range. It contains the main elevator and barracks for the Rangers as well as the Control Tower. While it is not a "zoo", it does contain aspects of a zoo so that visitors can learn about different species living in the Range. The sector also contains a large village, home to those from different fandoms that prefer living in the woods compared to a city, and a griffin hatchery.

Point 3: The Apartments

The Apartments, also known as the Complex, is the largest building in World's End and houses everyone living in the city. The building also contains most of the Government Offices, minus the Postal Service, which is handled off site. Well over 10,000 doors each lead to their own mini pocket dimension that forms into the ideal space for each tenant. All tenants have a key card that they can use in the elevators to get to specific floors, including a common area for breakfast, reading and other social activities. The key card also allows for visiting friends on different floors. Any changes usually need to be approved by Dark and her team. By changes, she usually means moving to another floor, adding more rooms due to growing families/new roommates, etc. Rent is handled differently depending on the tenant. All of this is in a dimension that Dark essentially made herself, so money is of little need to her. BUT. She does need to pay her workers. So if Rent is handled with money, anything she gets usually goes to those who are working for her in any capacity. Another way Rent is handled is doing favors for her (nothing sexual, that is the QUICKEST way of getting kicked out to the Range for a month). Many of her military teams do missions and as payment live in the complex (they obviously get paid enough to buy food and other amenities but Rent is not required in this case). Utilities come free. The complex itself handles water, internet/cable, electricity, and gas if needed. Not a bad place to live. Point 4: The Academy If there are going to be kid characters around, obviously there needs to be some kind of education system. That's where the Academy comes in. Run by one of Dark's right hand men, Reign and Ms. Toriel Dreemurr, The Academy is pre school up until senior of college. While the students for the most part study the same topics and classes, there are a few other classes that specialize in other fields. Let's take Judai Yuuki as an example! In his original world, his classes mainly consisted of Duel Monsters. In the Academy, he can still take those classes, while also taking more normal classes with students from other worlds. The campus itself has multiple buildings and features, such as a sports field, ice rink, library, large cafeteria, a large assembly hall and playgrounds for the younger students among other things. Dorms are, because of the Apartments, not needed. Students are allowed to room with each other (ex. Lloyd Garmadon is roommates with Mike Chilton) and are given access to school resources even off campus. Dark makes sure the kids in her charge don't get any special treatment. She may practically run World's End but she's not raising any spoiled kiddos. They get detention for acting out like everyone else.

And that's most of the background info that I feel would be most important to know! If you have any addition questions, feel free to drop an ask.

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Nick Cannon will star in new game show, 'Who's Having My Baby?'

The father of 12 shared the news to Instagram March 7.

March 7, 2023, 1:47 PM EST / Source: TODAY

By Kait Hanson

Nick Cannon, father of 12, announced March 7 he is expecting again. This time, it's a game show.

In a post shared to Instagram, Cannon, 42, revealed he would be starring in "Who's Having My Baby," hosted by comedian Kevin Hart. The show will premiere this spring on E!, but few details were released in the teaser.

"You're going to get some contestants that want to have your baby," Hart says in the short promo, suggesting the show will focus on women interested in procreating with Cannon.

The "Wild 'n Out" host teased fans on social media March 6 with a cryptic Instagram story featuring a baby bottle emoji.

"Expect some big news tomorrow," Cannon wrote alongside a curious eyes emoji and a baby bottle emoji that had fans speculating an announcement of baby No. 13.

Cannon is notoriously the father of 12 children, whom he shares with six women, including twins, Monroe and Moroccan, 11, with ex-wife Mariah Carey; Golden Sagon, 6, Powerful Queen, 2, and Rise Messiah, 5 months, with model and former Miss Arizona USA Brittany Bell; Onyx Ice Cole, 5 months, with LaNisha Cole; twins, Zion Mixolydian and Zillion Heir, 1, and Beautiful Zeppelin Cannon, 3 months, with DJ Abby De La Rosa; Zen, who died due to brain cancer in December 2021, and Halo Marie, 2 months, with Alyssa Scott; and Legendary Love, 7 months, with model Bre Tiesi.

In 2021, Hart gifted Cannon a condom vending machine as part of their “prank wars” saga.

“Looks like somebody just sent me an early Valentine’s Day gift!! Vending Machine full of Magnums,” Cannon captioned a snap, posing beside the gift at the time.

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"God decides when we’re done, but I believe I definitely got my hands full and I’m so focused. I’m locked in. But when I’m 85, you never know. I might," he said.

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deviantpastry · 2 years ago

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is there a word for when something you kinda sorta noticed a while ago becomes glaringly obvious? if not, there should be.

so. tonight I was reflecting on the chat I had with my parents earlier. and I was thinking about how whenever my mom mentions going to the casino, I feel ... sad and angry and resigned all at once.

and I weirdly remembered a conversation I had in therapy years ago. we were talking about how distant my mom and I are and how I need to accept that there is a point of no further improvement in our relationship and everything that goes along with that. and I said something like "this is gonna be as good as it gets. she only built a relationship with my sister because they've been going to casinos together since my sister turned 21."

and the therapist was like. hold on. does your mom have a gambling addiction?

and like. I had talked pretty openly about the abusive shit and processed all that and had not once mentioned the casinos.

and tonight that memory of therapy came back and I realised that I ... never talk about the gambling addiction. I talk about the abuse, sometimes, with people I'm close to. but not even all of them know about the gambling.

and like ... I'm just sitting with this realisation and wondering why. why don't I talk about it?

I guess it's easier to talk about abuse than addiction because ... abuse is ... more tangible? you can talk about things said and done and people can understand?

but ... saying "I resent my mom putting gambling above all else, especially her family"? like ... how do you say that you spent so much time in casino arcades that you developed strategies with your siblings on the precise angles needed to beat the machines? that you were weirdly comfortable with hotels because you were in them every weekend? that you knew where the good buffets were?

it sounds like you're moaning about going on holiday all the time.

but it wasn't anything like that. casinos are always dark and loud. they stink of stale alcohol and piss. there are some seriously creepy and sketchy people hanging about.

my dad was with us when we were out in the arcades and getting food, but my mom was glued to the machines. and he would have to go be with her.

so to keep us safe we were in the hotel room.

as the oldest, I was in charge (I was 11). I was fucking terrified of drunks I could hear going down the hallway. my siblings and I would watch shitty hotel tv until they fell asleep.

I could not sleep until my parents were back, so I read.

and this was my weekends. until I was 13 and then apparently old enough to watch my siblings for a night or two at home.

because ... she just had to be at the casino, you see. and my dad went with her.

and at 13 I was even more terrified being in the house alone and in charge than in the hotels. at least hotels have security a phone call away. the house just had me.

so I would have all of us pile in to the living room with our blankets and pillows. we made forts in front of the tv, and watched movies all night. slept with the tv and the lights on.

it was the only way we felt safe.

and when I got older, the main source of fighting between me and my mom was me trying to get her to confront her addiction. to get help.

and eventually I just ... stopped trying to help her. which was a whole grieving process I had to go through.

which brings me back to today. my mom talking about how she went on a casino cruise and is doing another one in Feb. with my sister. of course.

and I've just realised the fact that the two of them did this casino cruise bonding thing ... that is what made me look at this properly. that is what jogged the memory from therapy

because while she was talking about it, I just passively listened with quiet resignation like always. I don't ask questions because I can't stand it, and this is the weird unspoken agreement we have created.

and I don't know where I am going with this now. like. every time we talk there is casino stories. and I never really talk to anyone about how that makes me feel other than my life partner.

I guess it's because ... the abuse ended almost two decades ago. I made my peace with it. I will always have trauma from it, but I processed it.

but the addiction. that never ends. that will always be a part of our relationship. and it feels ... wrong to complain about something I put up with for the sake of maintaining some connection.

and I know that is silly. no one would think any less of me or be critical of me for it.

ah. and there's the rub. I do believe a small part of me doesn't fully believe that. that people would turn around and say "you didn't have a choice then, but you do now, so why don't you say anything? you're as much to blame as she is for letting her influence you."

and while logically, I know the people I would talk about this with have never given me any reason to believe they would say anything of the sort (quite the opposite, they would likely be supportive as they always are), part of me is still very much "it's not worth the risk of them leaving you or thinking less or fighting."

AND I KNOW THAT IS TRAUMA REARING ITS HEAD AND NONE OF THEM WOULD EVER TREAT ME THAT WAY.

but ah. hmm. this is going to be a fucker of a wall to bring down.

I'll get there. eventually. for now, this realisation is more than enough.

#it me #abuse #trauma #addiction #tagging for people who block tags #i could tell something was bothering me and i couldn't figure out what #stream of consciousness does its thing again #need to find some happier thoughts now #if i want to have any hope of sleep #long post #woah #did not realise how long this got

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you-gotta-dolla · 3 years ago

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I'm back with another draft that my sleep deprived brain made up ahaha 😐.

I think this was like part of the 'what would the demon bros do if mammon died' but idrk so :P

Enjoy. ♥

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No one seemed to think the change in Mammon was a bad thing.

It started with Mammon being more quiet than usual, usually Mammon would talk about his depts and always ask the brothers to lend him some money, nowadays he only spoke when spoken to.

Next was when Mammon decided to stop going to the casino and start working for his money, everyone raised an eyebrow when he said that, Lucifer thought that this was a sign of Mammon becoming better at controlling his sin, the brothers then agreed with Lucifer, saying how "this was a the best idea he's had in centuries".

The one that turned heads was when they found Mammon returning their belongings and even paying for the things he stole and sold saying how he "Just felt a bit bad for taking ya stuff without asking", yet no one felt something was off, they all thought Mammon was changing for the better.

They were right, to an extent.

Beel decided to check on Mammon as he didn't come down for dinner that night, Mammon never skipped dinner unless he had a gig for his modelling or was out gambling, knocking on the door Beel walked in.

"Mammon?, are you awake? "

... No answer.

Beel walked inside the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

"Mammon? "

Walking down the stairs to the first floor to mammon's bedroom, he thought nothing of the eerie silence in the room, that or he didn't want to think about it at the moment. Looking around the room, Beel spotted Mammon lying on his couch, head tilted back to lay on the of the arm chair with his arms resting on his stomach, he seemed to be asleep. Except he wasn't breathing.

Beel didn't seem to notice his brother's chest not moving, thinking that "he fell asleep, I should wake him up", only after shaking mammon's body a few times did he notice something laying next to mammon's side. Picking up the empty bottle, beel's stomach dropped.

It was poison.

Beel didn't scream or anything, all he did was shake Mammon's body frantically, telling g Mammon to "get up, this isn't funny anymore" as it slowly dawned on him that all he was doing was shaking an already dead corpse.

That's when he started to scream, he wasn't over lilith dying, what made Mammon think that he was ready to ever lose another one of his siblings?, this isn't fair, this wasn't fair, how could he be so stupid?, he should've seen the signs before, if he had only talked to Mammon more instead of putting his spare time on food, he wouldn't be here right now, deluding himself into believing that Mammon wasn't dead.

"WAKE UP, PLEASE WAKE UP, I DON'T WANNA LOSE YOU TO, I CAN'T BEAR TO LOSE ANOTHER ONE.....MAMMON?!𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬 𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑴𝑬"

He was getting hysterical at this point,tears running down his face, pushing down on his chest to try and find any source of life left in him, screaming out for his other brothers to come save mammon, seeing as how he heard their running footsteps he new they heard him. Satan was the first to come rushing in, slamming the door open in the process, flying down the stairs, they all stopped in their tracks as they watched the scene in front of them unfold.

Beel was on his knees, pushing down on mammon's unmoving chest as he continues to sob out pleas for Mammon to open his eyes. Shoving Beel out of the way, Satan put his head onto Mammon's chest, trying to hear anything that was at least relatively close to a heartbeat but all he heard was the gasps of air Beel was inhaling as he continued to wail, Satan put his hand of Mammon's pulse, hoping to find one.

Nothing.

Satan looked at his brothers, eyes starting to well up with tears, "t-theres no pulse... No heartbeat", Lucifer shoved him aside, checking for himself to see if Satan was right or was playing some sick joke. Sadly he wasn't joking. Turning into his demon form, Lucifer picked Mammon up bridle style and flew to the demon Lords castle.

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That's it 😐 that's literally all I wrote and then I fell asleep again.

If you wanna pt2 make sure to like and subscribe.

I'm making a pt 2 anyway (ಥ ͜ʖಥ)

Idk when it'll come out tho so :p

PART 2 HERE ↓↓↓↓

#obey me angst #mammon angst #obey me beelzebub #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me mammon #swd mammon #obey me

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demonfamilytherapist · 3 years ago

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Hello! How are you? Can I request a mc who has lost her lifelong pet?

We recently had to put down my 17 year old dog, he was very sick, and watching him deteriorate every day was very painful, can I ask for some comfort with the brothers with mc in this process? It doesn't have to be with a specific animal.

It's ok if you don't want to do it! I hope you are doing great, thanks in advance. I apologize if something is misspelled, English is not my first language :(

I know this ask was sent a while ago now, but I am sorry for your loss. In all honesty, I’ve never had a pet, so I wasn’t sure exactly how it feels. But I understand pets are part of the family, so I wrote this with that in mind. I hope this is what you were looking for!

Tags/warnings: implied/mentioned animal death, grief, can be interpreted as romantic or platonic.

Demon Brothers Support MC Through Grieving a Pet

Mammon

Mammon thinks he's no good at comfort, but he tries anyway.

What he wants to do is distract you. It's instinct at this point. He causes trouble, he tries to drag you out to the casino or the club, he does anything to make you laugh - it's what he's always done, for centuries.

Emotional vulnerability isn’t something that comes naturally to Mammon. He’ll make the effort for you.

Mammon is an octopus hugger. It’s great for making you feel warm and safe when you need to cry it out or just hide away for a while.

Mammon will work hard to do whatever you need - he’ll hold you, he’ll be a shoulder for you to cry on, he’ll listen to you speak.

You’ll probably have to tell him what sort of comfort you want. Mammon can be good at comforting, he’s just... he gets nervous about fucking it up and when he gets nervous he tends to get loud.

He’ll be better for you if he knows what you need. First because he’ll do everything to make sure he gives you that, second because he won’t be buzzing with unfocused energy.

Mammon is also extremely patient. He doesn't know what a human timescale for 'grief' is, but he'll let you take all the time you need to feel like yourself again.

Mammon will drop the tsundere act while you're in pain. If you're hurting, he's more concerned with your feelings than his own pride.

Leviathan

As a pet owner himself, and having thought he’d lost Henry 1.0 forever, he has a good idea how you feel.

His nervousness holds him back at first - he’s so afraid he’ll say the wrong thing, make it worse, or make it all about him.

Levi will try to support you at a distance at first, offering you snacks and soft plush toys. Anything he can think of that made him feel better after Henry 1.0 escaped.

If you ask for him though, he’ll do his best for you.

His room is calming, with the soft blue light and the quiet bubbling of the aquarium. You could game or watch an anime if you wanted, but Levi doesn’t mind just sitting with you if that’s what you need.

Levi’s priority is making sure you don’t feel alone. None of his brothers really understood how he felt when Henry 1.0 left. At least he can be there for you.

Levi ought to give himself more credit, because when he's focused on someone else and not trapped inside his own head, he can be a great source of calm and strength.

It's the same sort of strength that gives others the faith to follow him into battle, but this time focused on uplifting you.

Beelzebub

Beel helps out with Cerberus, but he's not really close with Lucifer's three-headed dog. It just so happens that he's the only brother with the physical strength to walk him.

He may not fully understand a strong bond with a pet, but Beel understands loss. He understands the pain of losing a family member, one you grew up with.

Beel's go to methods of comfort are food and hugs. He'll do his best to make sure you're taken care of emotionally and physically. If you're not up to dinner at the table, he'll bring meals to your room.

He's not the most talkative, but he'll make sure you know you're not alone.

Beel will keep a close eye on your emotional state. He's more perceptive than many give him credit for. If he notices you're starting to withdraw, he'll do his best to try and help you feel comfortable again.

He may ask his brothers, especially Lucifer and Belphie, for advice on how best to support you. While he understands grief, he never really processed that grief, so he feels a bit unsure.

Mostly he just wants to hold you close through it all. His hugs are big, warm, and all-encompassing, and even if the pain is still there Beel makes it easier to sit with.

Asmodeus

Asmo’s goal is to make sure you take care of yourself. He’ll take on as much of the work as he has to, but for the rest he’ll support you.

If you’re struggling under the weight of grief, he’ll be the one making sure you still get a shower and brush your teeth. He’ll take care of your hair, your skin, as much as he can if you let him.

It’s not just about appearances. Asmo is aware of how feeling clean, refreshed, and keeping up with routines can help with mental health. It’s okay if you’re not feeling your best right now, but he’s determined to make sure you don’t feel any worse.

Asmo is fairly good at noticing when you’re feeling bad, but his solutions can range from the mundane to the out there. He’ll hold you close and offer self-care days, yes, but he might also want to try aromatherapy or massage oils.

At the very least, nothing he does will make you feel any worse. His attention is all on you and his heart is in the right place, so there's a good chance it'll cheer you up anyway, even if you do start to sneeze at some of the strong smells in your room now.

You may need to give him some more specific direction if you find yourself overwhelmed.

Asmo means well and he’s determined to help, but he feels a bit unsure of how to support you best, hence all the seemingly random things he tries.

Probably has looked up “ways to support grieving human” on Doogle at least once.

Satan

Satan acts like he knows what he’s doing.

In reality, he’s really unsure and nervous about how to support you.

He wants to be a solid source of strength for you. Satan wants you to be able to rely on him, so he tries to read all about human grief and losing pets. That way, he can face you with some ideas how to help properly.

Satan has lost some of the stray cats he’s found. Often literally - one day a cat is just gone from the alley he knew they lived in. Other times, he does find them, tries to give them a little funeral. He has some experience, but it’s different - he didn’t grow up with any of these cats, didn't have a pet that was a constant for his long life.

Satan might come off as a little robotic in his support. He’s sincere, but talking is so hard… He’s a born demon, after all, comfort doesn’t come naturally to him. This is another thing for him to learn.

He’ll hold your hand, read to you to distract you and offer some calm, he’ll offer to listen if you need to get your grief off your chest.

Satan does his best to be a calming presence, a solid rock you can lean against. He’ll be there for you for as long as you need.

Belphegor

Belphie feels pretty helpless, and a helpless Belphie is a frustrated Belphie.

But Belphie is smart enough to know he can’t be frustrated around you right now, so he leaves you in Beel’s care for a bit while he calms down and tries to figure out what he can do to help.

Belphie thinks his main strength lies in being able to give you a good night’s sleep. There’ll be no restless nights for you, no tossing and turning. Being tired on top of everything else will make you feel worse, right? So he can help with that.

And that’s important, but he also just has a very calming, sleepy presence.

The very air seems to relax as he walks into a room. He exudes a sleepiness and laziness that’s infectious - makes sense, given his role is to tempt people into his sin.

What it does now is keep the grief that wants to pull you under at bay just enough for you to process it instead of drown in it.

It helps keep you grounded when you’re really upset, helps you keep breathing when all you want to do is scream.

Belphie doesn’t seem to understand that just being near you can have such an effect, but if you like having him around, he’ll never leave.

Lucifer

Uses his influence to get you a few days off RAD.

Lucifer is quite practical at first - he makes sure you're still eating, still taking care of yourself, more or less getting enough sleep. He does his best to be gentle, but he'll insist if he has to.

If you struggle to sleep, he'll offer to stay with you, or for you to stay in his bed. He's even got a few cursed records (safe!) that can assist with sleep and some non-poisonous teas.

He'll get you whatever food you want, even if it's from the human world.

Cerberus may be a guard dog, but Lucifer does love him - he's lucky to have a pet as long-lived as he is, and it's not until now that he realises that.

Lucifer hasn't tried to be of gentle comfort for a long time. Mostly he leaves that job to his brothers, trusting them to support each other while he steers them away from danger.

For you, he finds himself making the time to check in on you constantly.

Lucifer has a tendency to default to the comfort he offered his brothers back in the Celestial Realm. It may feel like he's coddling you, but that's only because he's trying to remember what he did when Mammon got really upset as a child.

Lucifer doesn't show his softer side often, but he doesn't mind if you see. He'll stay by your side while you work through your grief.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #my writing

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elias-code · 3 years ago

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The Feeling’s Mutual - c!Techno x Reader

PT 1 because I‘m taking too long lmao

Characters: c!Technoblade x gn!Reader, Philza, Quackity, Charlie S

Summary: [from an ask] The reader is kicked out by Quackity from Las Nevadas and was forced to roam around to look for somewhere to live and they end up in Techno’s cabin after passing out in the tundra. At first, you have a shared hatred of each other, but you end up warming up when you figure out he’s been making you breakfast.

Warnings: Exile, mild malnutrition, corruption

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“Ooh! I get to go visit you now! Like a vacation!” Charlie cheered.

“No, Charlie,” You sighed, continuing to follow him out of the city, “I’m getting exiled. I don’t think Quackity will let you visit me,”

He frowned, confused. He wasn’t the best at understanding broad concepts like exile and all the drama that brought it about. He just thinks you’re one of his best friends, and that Quackity is also his best friend. Now, Quackity was in no way your friend as you once were. He banished you for the dumbest thing, just because you challenged his integrity. Unbeknownst to Charlie, Quackity was giving away trade secrets, rigging elections and his casinos. You didn’t join him to scam people, you just wanted a new start after L’Manburg.

You walked with him in silence past the bright neon lights and street lamps of Los Nevadas. You were never going to be allowed back here, even though you built half of the damn place.

“So if Quackity doesn’t let me visit, can you visit me?” Charlie asked solemnly.

“Again, probably not,” You stuffed your hands in your pockets and half-smiled at him, “I don’t think he wants to see me back here. Ever,”

Where were you even going to go? No one would take you. Quackity had made many enemies, who were, in turn, yours, and now no one you were allied with alongside Quackity will be friendly except for Charlie. But Charlie was his lapdog, nothing could touch him and you weren’t going to be allowed around him anymore.

Your enemies list was vast, all the way up at the top, finally overtaking Technoblade, was Quackity. Congrats, Big Q, you piece of shit.

Charlie stopped at the end of the road, finally realizing this might be the last time you see each other. He wanted to cry, but he held it back. There’d always be hope, he could sneak out, you could sneak in. But you’d have to do it all in secret, and it just didn’t feel right to him.

“I’m gonna miss you, Charlie,” You said.

He smiled weakly at you and pulled you in for a slimy hug.

“We’ll see each other again someday,” He stated.

You wanted to believe that, but the pit in your stomach just sank further as the embrace came to an end. You’d have to get going, this would be the last time you see him, or Los Nevadas for that matter, in a long time at least.

You spent days wandering. Just as you suspected, no one would take you in. Not even Niki because of your governmental associations. You found the occasional scrap of meat or stale bread in some chests along the prime path, but you felt so sick to your stomach that it became hard to eat anything you found.

From the desert to the ocean to the plains to the tundra you roamed. You hunted with what little supplies you had.

There had been no food for days now, the snow was the only source of water within sight. There were no signs of life, no people, no animals, only the occasional dying tree to sleep under in the blistering cold. As if things couldn’t get any worse, the blizzard came.

Blinding white all around. The only sound audible was the whistling of the wind in the frozen, rotting branches above you. At this point, you’d gone numb, the only thing you could feel was your heart beating heavily in your chest as you lost consciousness.

“We couldn’t just leave them out in the snow, Techno! That’s just cruel!”

“They’re with Quackity, Phil. Don’t make me explain this again,”

“I’m not going to let you throw them back out,” Phil explained, “No one would willingly come here, Technoblade. They have a reason, I know it,”

You opened your eyes cautiously. It was warm, you were covered in a thick red cape and a few blankets, the fire next to you was roaring. Whatever argument was taking place had moved further into the distance, out of earshot.

Everything ached, but at least you were warm. You let yourself come to your senses. Maybe the exile was all a nightmare. Maybe Quackity wasn’t a dumb bitch after all. But where were you? Whose bed was this? Whose-

It’s Technoblade’s cape.

Your eyes widened as you shot up out of bed. The pain in your legs was sickening, but so was being in this man’s house. You ran to the fireplace and grabbed some sharp steel tongs, meant for poking at the logs, for protection. His footsteps moved closer, the conversation was over.

You brandished your weapon and prayed for dear life.

The door creaked open and he stepped through, shutting it behind him. He stared at you, looking down at the weapon and then back at the tossed bed. He looked unfazed by your threatening pose. You were more scared than he was.

“I lend you my cape,” Technoblade points at the bed, “And you decide the best move for you is to stab me?”

Guilt crept into your throat.

“What am I doing here?” You hissed at him.

“Phil found you under a tree,” He chuckled, “And decided he wanted to adopt someone else,”

“Aren’t you supposed to kill me or something?”

“Why? Should I?” He threatened, taking a step towards you.

You stepped back, bumping into the table behind you, “That- That’s what you do,”

“If it were up to me, you’d probably be buried in the snow by now.”

You scowled at him, rediscovering past hatred towards him and using that to fuel your rage.

“I’d rather be left out there,” You spat, “Not stuck in here with you-“

“Again, I agree, but Phil is the one you should be angry with if you don’t want to be here,” He rolled his eyes and held his hand out.

“I’m not giving this back to you,” You growled.

He stepped forward and snatched the spear out of your hand, tossing it behind him, out of reach. He leaned forward and hissed in your face, “Don’t try anything, kid,”

You swallowed your pride, weak and unarmed. Whether you liked it or not, you’d have to stay with him for a while. No one would take you in, so it was either deal with Technoblade or die. You might as well use this to your advantage.

Days went by where you never even saw Techno. Phil took care of you most of the time, but he didn’t have any room in his house with Wilbur being there and all, so you were forced to sleep in Techno’s cabin. It became easier and more manageable as time went on. The only time you ever really saw him were the latest hours of the night when he’d come home and, if you were lucky, at dawn when he left.

Breakfast usually materialized at your doorstep every morning around the same time. Sometimes it was yoghurt, sometimes fresh fruit, sometimes cold meat and oatmeal, but it was always delicious. You suspected Phil was behind the mysterious meals, that was until you asked him about it.

“I don’t think I ever said, but thanks for breakfast,” You smiled at Phil as you helped him load firewood into the horse’s saddlebags.

He looked at you, perplexed, to say the least.

“What breakfast? Don’t you just eat whatever Techno has?” Phil replied.

Your stomach turned, letting the past couple of weeks turn over in your head. You shouldn’t have assumed Phil was the one making your food. You should’ve asked before you just started gorging yourself every morning.

Phil watched as you turned pale and hopped on the horse. He thought that you just ate whatever Techno had in his pantries, and never questioned it. Now, all was revealed. Techno had been making you breakfast.

For most people living as a guest in someone else's house, having breakfast brought to their door would just be seen as a sweet thing, but it was dangerously blown out of proportions when it was your ex greatest enemy doing it without you even knowing. You silently reasoned with yourself that if he was going to poison you, you’d be dead already. That comforting fact backfired as you realised he could have killed you so easily. Your emotions were on a rollercoaster, and your stomach sank deeper and deeper as the more intrusive thoughts crept in.

You needed to catch him in the act. Something about The Blood God making you breakfast created sentiments of self-worth out of thin air. Part of you wanted to prove it to yourself, and part of you wanted to embarrass him for it.

The familiar shine of daybreak made the room glow orange. The fire had gone out that night, as it usually did, but the cold felt like nothing now that you had a mission to accomplish.

You slipped out of bed, clad in leggings and a simple green shirt. The floor was icy on your bare feet but you trodded out the door and down the stairs, heading for the kitchen.

The dining room was salmon-pink, highlighted by the bright orange flickering coming from the fireplace. It was already warmer down here than it was upstairs, the fire must’ve already been on for a while by now. The kitchen was out of view, but you could already smell fish frying from the base of the stairs.

Making your way through the archway, you spotted Techno’s red cape on its hook by the door next to the thick winter coat you loaned from Phil. Below them, both were black boots, sprinkled with half-melted snow. The floorboard below you creaked when you stood in the doorway to the kitchen.

Techno spun around, startled by the noise. His face flushed with guilt temporarily but was quickly replaced by a furrowed brow and confused eyes.

“What are you doing awake? It’s five,” He implored.

“I could smell the salmon,” You shrugged and moved towards him innocently.

He turned back to the fish and turned the stove off, sliding it onto a plate.

“What’re we eating today?”

“You just said,”

You scoffed and conceded. It was a dumb thing to ask, but he wasn’t supposed to answer. It was only meant to highlight the reality that you knew what he’d been doing. Nothing in his expression, now unreadable, made you think he didn’t know that you knew he’d been making you breakfast.

He gently pushed by you, letting his arm brush against yours. It made your heart skip a beat, probably out of fear, you told yourself. Your skin went cold, but you followed him into the next room where he put the dish on the table and gestured for you to sit.

“You don’t seem to hate me anymore,” You mumbled.

“I never said I hated you, just that I don’t like you,”

“Well, you don’t seem to not like me either,”

He blinked at you and sat across the table from you.

“Where are you going today?” You said with a mouthful of food, “To do mysterious things, I imagine,”

“I was going to stay here today, actually.”

You stopped eating.

“I finished my mysterious duties,” He mocked.

Well, he wasn’t going to budge on where he’d been going the past few nights, but that wasn’t particularly important right now. What caught your attention was that he was staying here for the day. Again, meaningless to most people, but with him, it was surprising.

He began snickering, just at your face.

“I was never the one that hated you,” He laughed, “You were the one who brandished that poker at me,”

Your face flushed red with embarrassment, “I can be resourceful, at least,”

He continued to laugh at you, the absurdity of the situation hitting him with full force. Right now you wished you could hit him with full force.

“Alright, alright,” He took a deep breath, “I do have some questions for you,”

You looked up at him, annoyance plastered on your face.

“Shoot,”

“Why are you here instead of Las Nevadas?”

“Because Quackity kicked me out, and-“

“How did you know I made you breakfast?” He cut you off.

“I asked Phil, but-“

“Why did Quackity kick you out?”

“I asked him too many questions, just-“

“Do you still hold any loyalty to him?”

“No, but-“

“Questionnaire over, thank you for participating,” He stood up and excused himself from the table, heading back to the kitchen.

Techno never left again after that. He stuck around and made an effort to make you annoyed and uncomfortable every chance he could get. It was becoming a sort of game with him, and you were more than happy to play along. It made it easier to get along with him in general. There’d be no more dreading seeing him, no more awkwardness surrounding your avoidance.

Now, you had other things to be awkward about. If you passed each other a bit too close in a doorway, when you tripped over a rug in the living room, the fact that you were sleeping in his bed, the abrupt flirtatious nature of the man you were now sharing a room with.

You never really thought about it, but before he moved back into his room onto a makeshift bed, he’d been sleeping on the couch. He’d wake you early in the morning when he’d get up to make breakfast, and whenever he did leave to run errands, he’d wake you late at night when he came home.

One morning, around eight, he woke you purposefully.

“Get dressed, I want to show you something,” he whispered, gently shaking you.

You groggily complied and eventually found your way to the front door where he was waiting for you.

“No breakfast?” You asked.

“Breakfast after,” He said, opening the door.

He was dressed in his usual clothes, but he carried a large satchel with him. Inside were different scraps of leftover meat and some bones. He didn’t tell you what for, but you were too tired to ask anyway.

You followed him through the fresh snow, crunching under your feet. It was drowned out by mindless conversation that you both kept up to stay awake. He brought you to a distant hill in a clearing, where a cliffside was awaiting. The conversation stopped as he told you to wait, and he went over to the wall and pressed a rock into the stone.

You could faintly hear the sound of pistons firing before the rock slid down slotted into the floor.

The sound of dogs barking filled the forest as hundreds of dogs and puppies spilt out of the entrance. Most of them went running to Techno, who was now holding the bag aloft, out of reach from the dogs. Some of them ran to you, their tails wagging happily at their new potential playmate.

“Pretty cool, huh?” He shouted.

“Holy-“ You stopped and pet the large, black dog that jumped on you, “Where’d you get so many dogs?”

“Long story,” He began to throw chunks of meat into the writhing pile of hounds, who were now obsessively sniffing you.

“I do this three times a week,” he said as he made his way over to you, “It’d get done a lot faster if you could help now that you’re living here full-time,”

“Wait,” You looked at him blankly, “Full-time?”

“That’s the idea,”

You thought for a moment, “Where am I going to sleep?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it,” he said, handing you some chunks of meat to throw.

By the time Techno’s bag was empty, it was almost noon. He shephered them back into the cavern and shut the door behind them. They were very well trained, when he commanded them all to sit once they got inside, there was no hesitation. The puppies were confused at first, but they followed along with the pack flawlessly.

Leaving the clearing, you talked with him freely about your plans for the future at the cabin. It didn’t mean you’d live there forever, knowing Techno, he might end up being hunted out of the tundra eventually. But for now, you were sticking with him.

It was strsnge to think that you were once mortal enemies, staring each other down on the battlefield with nothing but rage coursing through your veins. Now, you were cheerily chatting about what it would be like to settle down together. Between the two of you, mutual feelings of respect and redemption. The distrust was long since buried.

#c!techno x reader #c!technoblade x reader #techno x reader #technoblade #technoblade x reader #techno dsmp #dsmp x reader #dream smp #dsmp #mcyt x reader #mcyt #eli exile #elias original

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Random Business Bay Compilation (i am going to make people care about them okay)

i am so very content to pretend that it’s still winter 2019-2020 and that smpearth is in full swing and business bay is thriving (or at least not burning)

timestamps+transcripts:

2:17:38 Bedwars w/ SMPEarth Crew

Techno: “¡AY CARAMBA! ¿DÓNDE ESTÁ LA BIBLIOTECAAA?

35:31 The New Businessman

Wisp: "Keep looking, okay? Alright? Yep, alright?” Tommy: “Okay.” Wisp: “I just need you to— Tommy, you can turn around now, the second you said Business Bay, I thought ‘You know what?’” Tommy: “OHHH! OHHHHH! OHHHH!” Wisp: “‘This makes a lot of sense.’ It does, it does make a lot of sense."

2:21:46 The Dumb War

LukeOrSomething fell from a high place. Bitzel: “Oh my god. It’s happened again.” Tommy: “He just does that for hours, man. It’s his only source of income.” LukeOrSomething fell from a high place.

57:06 War against Admins

Tommy: “Deo!” Luke: “I think he just wants some food.” Tommy: (with echo mic) “DEOOO!” Deo: “Kill? Kill? Tommy: (normal voice) “Kill. Come with me, Deo.”

3:59:18 World War

Tommy: “Bitzel really— He really do be vibing though.”

52:24 The Grand Betrayal

Tommy: “Me and Wisp, we can bow spam pvp, comba— strafe, you know what I’m saying? They can’t do that. They just can’t do that.” Wisp: “And Luke can animate it.” Tommy: “Yeah.” Luke: “Yes! No, it’ll be awesome.”

1:33:54 War against Admins

Tommy: “For the love of Business Bay, leave that man alone.” Deo: “Can I start a war? Can we start a war against the admins?” Tommy: “No! Stop! Stop! We are already aga—” Bitzel: (in the background) “Can we start a war?” Deo: Can we start a war against the admins?” Tommy: (in an American accent) “‘Tommy, if I started a war would you be mad?’”

53:26 The Grand Betrayal

Wisp: (singing) Luke: (to Tommy’s chat) “’Sup guys? I have an idea. It’ll be funny.” Wisp: (singing) “There. Out in the darkness...” (normal voice) “Oh yeah, let’s see if the lava works.” Luke: (laughing) “No, no.” Wisp laughs.

22:47 War against Admins

Tommy: “Alright, claps in chat. Claps in chat.” Bitzel: (background) “Guys, I don’t have any blocks. Tommy: “Why am I...?” Bitzel: (background) “Is there a ‘/f home’? No.” Luke: “Yeah, let’s jump.” Tommy: “No, I’m not pressing my spacebar.” Luke: “Who cares?” Tommy: “Okay, it stopped.” Luke: “Oh.” (laughs) Tommy: “That was weird.” Deo: “Hi Bit.” (laughs) Bit: “Hi, I need a rescue team.” Tommy: “Bit, you want some— Bit, here you are, man.” (throws blocks) “Oh, that was awesome. Did you see it, like, bounced off the side wall? That— Well, anyway, welcome aboard.” Bitzel: “Wow, that was kinda Dude Perfect right there.” Tommy: (laughing) “Shut up.”

20:28 SMPEarth: The Finale

(Giorno’s Theme plays) Tommy: “Where is Foot?”

50:00 The Map is Down Uh Oh

Tommy: (laughing) “Wisp, you’re really drunk. You’re saying—” Wisp: “Tommy, anyone that touches you fucks with me. I’m going to fuck him up. Tommy, do you know what I realized? I’m being way too passive, I was trying to be the nice guy. Fuck the World Peace Treaty, I’m gonna to end this planet.” Kyle: “He’s had a drink.” Tommy: (laughing) “I can tell.” Wisp: “I’m gonna— I’m going to destroy this planet and bring everyone down with me if I have to.” Paul: “[?]... it means nothing.” Tommy: “Wisp, you gotta—” Wisp: (reading chat) “‘DO NOT CALL TOMMY A BOOMER, CHAT, DO NOT!”

1:34:58 War against Admins

Icebomb: “Tommy’s stupid and poop.” Chip: “Yeah.” Tommy: “Icebomb, I will kill you. I—” Chip: “Uh oh.” Icebomb: “Okay, come on. Do it right—” Tommy: (switching VCs) “We’re going to kill Icebomb. Get in my plane.” Luke: “Actually? Okay.” Deo: “Where?” Bitzel: “Okay, geez.” Deo: “Kill.” Tommy: “He just called me stupid and poop. Deo get in.” All laugh. Deo: “I’m using— I’m using Brody’s stuff.” Luke: “Okay, this is my plane. Here, I’ll drive.”

58:29 The Grand Betrayal

Tommy: “Don’t betray the business. We are a team and we’ll stay as a team. We’ll lose as a team or we’ll win as a team.”

47:48 War against Admins

Tommy: (stares at hoed square in disappointment) “Was this you, Bit?” Bitzel: “It wasn’t me.” Tommy: (turning to Deo) “Was it—” Bitzel: “No, it was—” Tommy: “WAHHH! WHAT?” Bitzel: “What the— He has a gun!” Tommy: “What the heck!”

3:08:32 Starting a Casino

Tommy: “Oh, I don’t like anything. Except you, Deo, you’re so great.” Deo: “Tommy, you should really have armor on. You know what just happened.” Tommy: “No, I’m trying to be peaceful, man. I’m a pacifist. I’m a feminist.” Phil: “‘Trying to be peaceful.’”

27:46 War against Admins

Deo: (laughing) “Bit stole his plane. Bit, leave. Go. Go. Steal it.” Tommy: “Bit, don’t steal his plane. He can de— What the—” (All laugh as Bitzel flies away.) Bitzel: (laughing) “Yes.” Tommy: “What the hell?!”

1:11:14 War against Admins

Tommy: (mouth trumpets to Super Mario 3D Land) Bitzel: (mouth trumpets in reply) Tommy and Bitzel mouth trumpet together. Luke: “What is happening here?”

#tommyinnit #timedeo #lukeorsomething #bitzel #wispexe #smpearth #business bay #mcyt #tommy and bit in the last clip #they are communicating #also theatre kid wisp gives me life #tommy was like 'entertain my stream'#and this geek busted out les mis #the first clips not business bay its just important

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