#cus the person who asked me to volunteer like did so on short notice

[bensiskos]

Ough….

[jaedreaminn]

‘Anti Bully Buddy’

Summary

You weren't someone who would take shit from others and a were naturally protective of the ones you loved, but the world just didn't work out in your favour and you always became the bad guy.

Enter Tall, Handsome new guy with too much free time and a goody two shoes complex who's forced to stick by you.

Huh, maybe the world was working in your favour this time...

Pairings: Kun x fem!reader

Theme: Highschool, Bullying, Comical, humour, fluff.

Characters: Kun, Winwin, Ningning, Ten, oc «mentioned» Jisung.

Word Count: 3.7k

It wasn't an uncommon phenomenon for you to find your wrists bruised and, yourself slightly wounded sitting outside the principal's office. There were three other kids sitting opposite you and they were all three years below.

The principal walked out, looked at you and sighed “Bullying these kids again y/n?”

Your head hung low as anger started to boil inside you and you clenched your fists that were on your lap.

“Sorry ma'am” you forced out through gritted teeth.

Here's the thing those three kids belonged to very influential parents in the school so no matter what you said you were always the bad guy. The bully. But you didn't mind it. That reputation helped keep a lot of unwanted people in your life away.

The three boys sat in front of you with smirks and bruises on their faces. You didn't mind the title of bully, but you didn't like when the three devil incarnates always got away with what they did because it was YOU who was deemed bully.

“And that to kids who are your juniors?” The principal scoffed “This is happening way to often, and I don't like it” she said sternly, but you couldn't bother it was the same every time. She'll scold you a bit more and then give you some sort of creative punishment she worked up, and then you go home.

“Well we'll sign you up for the anti bully program I guess” the principal looked at you and sighed while you looked at her, confused.

One of the demons sitting opposite you spoke up asking her your doubt “Anti bullying? Isn't it supposed to help the victim not the bully?”

The principal smiled slightly at the boy “It's a newer approach where we assign someone to keep an eye on the bully, so they don't cause trouble. We could protect one victim, but the bully will just bully someone else” the principle smiled, and you frowned. That means your privacy will be taken away. Not that you do anything secretive, but you just aren't that fond of people.

You groaned and the principal glared at you “We already have volunteers” the principal said sternly her glare still on you “I'll check through whose schedule matches yours the most and tomorrow you're getting your anti bully buddy” the principal said sternly “Or how I like to call it A.B.B” the principal said the last part turning to the three boys giving them a quick smile.

“I'll see you in my office first thing tomorrow y/n” the principal said to you while flashing you a rather strict looking smile. You gave a slight nod and left.

It might be surprising to many how you could take on three boys at once. It had to do with your dad. He was a great fighter and told you that if there ever was a day he couldn't protect you, you should know how to fight. And so you learned, you went for karate classes and learned hand-to-hand combat. But it wasn't something you took very seriously, but then your mom died giving birth and everything went downhill. Your dad wasn't the same anymore, but he had to push through to raise your baby brother, but he was mostly drunk and spiraling while your aunt swooped in and handled the baby, and you were left alone. You needed an escape from that, so you spent more time at your dojo practicing and practicing and using it as a way to let your anger out. Because you knew you would crumble too if your brain didn't focus on something. But slowly everything got better, and you were starting to function normally as a family again. Your dad could smile again. But things changed again and your dad met someone. She made him happy, so you approved of her, so they got married. But they forgot you and your baby brother. Don't get them wrong they were good to both of you providing you with everything you needed and were never harsh or mean but to them, it was as if you weren't part of the family. It was easy for them to forget you. The person who you loved the most forgot you and moved on. And so you did to. You moved on and learned to live with it. And did the best for your brother too. He was the last memory of your happy family with mom and dad. And well know your only family that actually felt like family.

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn't realise when you reached class and when it ended. But all you knew was that it was lunchtime now.

“So another fight I see” Ten, one of your closest friends said with a smirk. “They deserved it” you grunted as you sat down next to him.

“I don't doubt that” Ten hummed out and just then two trays were slammed down onto the table in between you and ten. “So another fight and what is your punishment this time?” Ningning who slammed your and Ten's tray of food asked as she grabbed her own tray from Winwin who was behind her and sat down next to you. Winwin took the last seat available on the small circular table, between Ten and Ningning.

“How is jisung?” Winwin asked concerned.

“I got there in time, but he was hurt so he's resting in the infirmary right now” you said grimly.

You the looked at Ningning “Ohhh my punishment might just be the worst one yet because there is going to be someone who will FOLLOW me wherever I go in school to make sure I'm not causing trouble.” she gave a small chuckle at your irritation.

“Not that bad your lonely ass will make one more new friend” Ten said cheekily with an awfully cheeky grin on his stupid face. You punched him lightly and he dramatically fell back and threw his hand over his head and gasped “You wound me y/n” you just rolled your eyes and smiled and then naturally your group fell into conversation.

After you returned home from school and once diner was done (it was just you and jisung for diner) you lay on bed smiling. The day wasn't that bad except for the incident in the morning. You then frowned remembering what was to happen tomorrow.

Tomorrow came in a blink of an eye, and you were now seated in the principal's office next to this...guy. He had blond hair that extended below his eyes, but his eyes weren't covered because his hair was neatly parted showing his dark chocolate brown eyes. He had given you a smile when you entered, and you also saw that he had dimples. The cutest dimples that you had ever seen. But in all fairness you hadn't seen that many dimples because you didn't know that many people- you've mainly just seen pictures of people with dimples. But still his were cuter than the pictures.

“So this is your A.B.B” the principal said pointing at the boy beside you and he gave a small smile, you noticed him slightly cringe at the name.

Your principal started to speak cheerily “His name is Kun! But then her cheer fades and she said darkly "If you attack him too you're getting expelled”

You turned towards Kun and forced a smile. Kun smiled at you, again. He genuinely smiled and his teeth might have actually sparkled by how bright the smile was.

“Now off to class you two have the same schedule except for one class at the end of the week” the principal said and got to the work that was on her desk as you and Kun left.

Your smile dropped, and you turned to Kun “Look” you started, and he looked at you expectantly “You don't have to take this seriously cus I'm not really a bully per se so just mind your own business, and I'll mind mine”

Kun frowned “That's not going to help you get away with it and plus it's my job to stick by you whether you like it or not. I cannot have you bully people. It's sad that you find the need to pick on people and I hope to help you stop”.

You narrowed your eyes “I don't pick on people. You don't even know me”.

Kun sighed “I was already filled in on how you bully the kids from a younger class by the principle. I know your probably going through those teenage angst phases and that's okay I'll help you through it” Kun said not noticing the change in mood and how you were about to snap. “And maybe that is because you don't get along with your brother but beating him and his friends up and sending him to the infirmary isn't goo-” “What would you know” you interrupted him in a low hiss.

“YOU” you yelled stabbing his chest with your finger “DON'T KNOW 𝑨𝑵𝒀𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮” you yelled emphasizing the anything as you continued stabbing him in his chest with your finger and then stormed off to your first class.

Kun stood there dumbfounded for a second but then immediately snapped out of his dazed state and realized that you had already left and began to run after you to your shared first class.

The entire day consisted of kun following you around and trying to start conversation with you and you trying to ditch him and ignoring him.

Lunch came and he followed you then too. You turned to him annoyed, but he smiled “Aren't you going to have lunch?” You asked clearly mad “Of course I'm going to have lunch” he said with his seemingly constant smile but didn't move.

“So why are you still here?”

“Like it or not” he said in a sing-song tone “I'm going to be having lunch with you”

“Ugh” you rolled your eyes and stomped towards the cafeteria. You soon saw Ten and Ningning already at the table conversing with each other.

You approached the table with Kun on your tail and Ningning and Ten looked at you confused but only for a few short seconds, soon Ten's eyes lit up knowingly “Oh A.B.B!” Ten exclaimed pointing at Kun who just awkwardly smiled.

“You can call me Kun" Kun smiled.

“But I like A.B.B.” Ten frowned.

“And I prefer Kun” Kun said a bit sternly.

“Kun works too I guess” Ten sighed.

You rolled your eyes at the exchange and sat down. A tray of food was already placed on the table for you and winwin, but you couldn't see your Jisungs tray.

“Where's…”

“Oh ji took his tray and is sitting with his friends in the garden” Ningning said noticing you look for him.

“Kun if I knew you'd be joining us we would have got a tray for you too” Ningning smiled at him apologetically.

“Oh it's alright I'll get my own tray and sorry for just imposing in on you guys but I have to follow y/n around.” he apologized and left to get his tray.

Ningning smiled “He's sweet”

“Not when he's following you around 24/7” you groaned and Ten snickered. Just then Winwin arrived and sat down.

“What misery of y/n's are we laughing at today” Winwin asked, and you glared at him. Ningning just smiled but Ten spoke “oh her A.B.B is here and is going to be following her around throughout the day” Ten snickered.

“Ohh that's nice less trouble for our tiny bully” Winwin said patting your head, and you sneered at him.

“I'm not that short, and I can take you so don't test me”

Winwins eyes widened at the very real threat for a second before he flashed one of his adorable smiles, and you could no longer be mad at him. That's the thing. Everyone loved Winwin. And that's why the brat got away with everything he did.

“Sicheng?” someone called from behind you and everyone turned to see Kun standing there with his tray shocked.

“Kun ge?” Winwin asked his eyes scrunching in confusion before the widened, and he was smiling again.

“Kun ge! What are you doing here” Winwin said immediately getting up and hugging Kun.

“I just transferred to this school three days ago” Kun said one hand wrapped around Winwin and the other holding his tray.

“That's why I haven't seen you before” Ningning muttered under her breath but you and Ten heard it too.

“Oh, and I'm y/n's anti bully buddy to so” Kin said laughing nervously.

“Wait really” Winwin jumped up in happiness and turned towards you “Kun ge was from my old school, and he helped me a lot there” Winwin said beaming at your group. Winwinw was the latest addition to your friend group around two years ago.

Ten had made friends with him first and you and Ningning easily grew fond of him too.

“Yes sicheng and I were really close-”

“Sicheng? Who's that?” Ten asked and you, Winwin and Ningning gave him a deadpanned look.

“Umm Ten.. Winwin's real name?” Ningning said and Ten's jaw dropped and Winwin scoffed in disbelief and threw Ningning's banana at him earning a smal protest from her and a whine from Ten who was hit in the face.

“As Kun ge was saying we were close, but I lost contact when I changed my phone number.” Winwin changed the subject still glaring at Ten while taking a seat, Kun sat next to him. And soon enough your group fell into easy conversation with Kun.

You even decided to finally talk to him and Kun stopped to smile at you in shock, but continued the conversation immediately.

For the first time that day Kun was not unbearable. He was actually really cool guy and talking to him was so easy. You two then talked about everything and anything and suddenly you didn't hate him any more, couldn't hate him any more. You had a class after lunch and then a free period where you continued to talk. You even decided to take him to your favourite spot in the school: the garden.

“Y/n” he suddenly called out and you just hummed in response while continuing walking towards the garden.

“I-” he stared “I had my assumptions about you but their not true and your actually really nice and have friends who are a good influence for you too” Kun said but stopped. You stopped walking and looked at Kun, he wanted to ask you something but was waiting for your permission “go on” you said as you resumed walking.

“How come you're categorized as a bully by the principal and are always in trouble” he finally asked after a long pause.

“Because she doesn't know the truth” you sighed and muttered softly.

“What?” Kun asked not having heard you properly you were going to tell him when you heard a small bang coming from one of the inner school corridors.

You and Kun looked at each other wide-eyed and both ran towards the sound. What you saw made your blood boil.

In front of you were the three boys that you beat up barely two days ago and on the floor agains the lockers was Jisung clutching his stomach. “Yah!” You screamed and that seemed to get their attention.

Kun who was looking at the scene unfolding wide-eyed had now come to his sense but Instead of his usually gental and calm eyes his eyes were in fierce glaring slits.

“Didn't I just teach you three a lesson yesterday” you snarled.

“Yes, and now we're teaching him a lesson. He was being pathetic and showing off in class” one of the three morons you were going to beat up spoke.

You began to charge in their direction only to be held back by a firm grip on your hand.

Kun shook his head, but you didn't care they deserved it, and you shoves his hands off you but he had other plans holding onto you tighter than before.

“Wait” he said struggling to hold you back but failing as you escaped out of his grip again, not that that was really hard to do with your training and skill, but you still waited, impatience clear on your face.

“Let me handle it” Kun said and you thought for a second about it. If anything went wrong you could still take all three of them, so you stood aside your guard up. In all honesty you wouldn't mind a different way to deal with those devils.

“So it's because he” Kun pointed at your brothers figure on the floor “is showing off? How?”

“He's getting all the answers right but refusing to help us.” One of them complained.

“Stuck up. That's what he is” the other added.

“And your solution was...?” Kun asked raising an eyebrow.

“Knock some sense into him” the third one smirked.

“So physically knock some sense into him? As in attack him... physically?” Kun asked the boys, and you were starting to get frustrated you were about to take a step ahead, but Kun held his hand out in front of you stopping you.

“Yes. You got a problem with that ha? What are you gonna do about it beat us up to?” They laughed.

“Oh yes I got a problem, but I won't beat you up. Instead,” Kun pulled his phone that out of his pocket and that's when you realised that he had been recording everything. You didn't know when he started recording or when he carefully placed the phone in his pocket with the back camera facing the boys. All you knew is that this time you got them. You couldn't before because of your school's crapy camera placement a.k.a. it being placed in only a few corridors that were close to important rooms where things could be stolen from and even those cameras were ancient.

“Instead I'll show this to the principle. And life will get easier” Kun said with a smirk on his face. It was kinda attractive but now was not the time to think about it.

Before you could register what was happening one of the boys lurched forward and tried to grab the phone but Kun simply stepped aside, and he went tripping ahead. The other two soon followed, but you had enough time to react and block them.

“So that's what..." Kun muttered still holding his phone in his hand watching you block but not attack the three. Suddenly it made sense to him, after all those conversations he realised you were very close to your brother, and he knew these three boys were also slightly influential in school. Good thing he was more influential than them Kun smirked to himself and made a run for it. He ran towards the principal's office and showed her everything.

What happened next, happened really quickly, the boys and their parents being called, acknowledgement of their bullying and your innocence, because you still used voilence, you were give a lighter and fairer punishment. All three of the boys, to their dismay had an A.B.B now, and you couldn't be happier. Oh and they also got suspended.

“Thank you” you said to Kun, and he smiled.

“Was glad I could help” his gaze then shifted to the floor “I guess I don't need to follow you any more” he said with a soft but dry chuckle.

“Yea…” you trailed off “but you could still join us?” You asked hopefully and Kun's eyes seemed to light up. “I'd like that” he smiled.

“Oh and you have to let me thank you properly” you beamed at Kun.

“You really don't need to”

“But I want to! So tell me how?”

Kun hummed in thought “Give me sometime to think about it, and I'll tell you later” he smiled and patted your head as both of you continued to make your way to class.

Time passed and things got better. You and Kun got closer than ever. You always hung out with him, either in a group or one on one. Furthermore, you found it easy and relaxing to be in his presence.

Maybe along the way you started liking his presence way more than you used to and felt for him in a more than Platonic way. But you kept it in- you aren't going to mistake his kindness for anything else.

One day when the both of you were walking to your house after you friend group parted ways after spending the entire morning and lunch together, with ice cream cones in each of your hands you remembered and asked “I never did get to repay you for how you helped tell me how can I return your favour”

“You know you don't really have to?” Kun smiled at you and immediately you felt your face go warm.

“But you know I want to”

Kun stopped in his tracks and pretend to think, you rolled your eyes at his acting but smiled nonetheless.

He then smiled and bent down leaning in, he was so close that you could see every detail on his face, even the little scar on the right side of his face “How about you take me out?” your breath hitched.

If your face felt warm earlier it was hot now. “O-out? Where do you want to go?” You bit your lip nervously as you kept reciting to your self in your head 'it isn't what you think it is. It isn't what you think it is.'

“I don't know depends on you really” Kun shrugged and then smiled again (it was as if he was trying to kill you with the number of time he gave that smile that caused you to stop breathing) “Which are your favourite dating hotspots?” and whatever defence you built up against him came crumbling down, and your jaw dropped, and you just stood there staring at him.

For a long while- like really long while because now his features fell “I mean y-you don't have to go on a date with me if you don't want to you know...” He trailed off taking a step away.

“YES! YES I'D LOVE TO GO OUT WITH YOU” you yelled and then your eyes widened, and you settled down into a more relaxed position and cleared your throat “yea sure I don't mind” you said making your voice lower and puting on a facade that Kun saw right through (obviously) because he was smiling, and you couldn't help it you smiled too.

“So Saturday's at four?” Kun asked smile still visible, but he was really nervous and you didn't need to know that.

“Yes” you said giving him a big smile.

A/n: To the people that made it to the end....I'm sorry you read that. This is my least favorite fic among all my stuff and I honestly just posted it because I wrote this for a friend who I care for too much to have her idea hidden in my drafts forever. Well more of a demon child but yea she specifically asked for this and my conscience can't keep this hidden.

[murdertrialimagines]

V3 Boys+Tsumugi Catching Their S/O Cuddling Monokuma

“May have any v3 boys + Tsumugi Shirogane réaction to their s/o sleeping with Monokuma ? (but they are not thé mastermind)”

This is super cute! I love cuddling with my Monokuma plushie too :3 I am sorry if this is short, I’m stuck in some writer’s block for a different request, so I’m hoping this gets the gears grinding! Story under the tag~

Shuichi Saihara

You usually spent the night at Shuichi’s dorm, and he knew you sometimes had nightmares

This is why he felt bad when he left you to go training with Kaito and Maki

So when he came back and saw you cuddling with the very bear that stuck them in this mess, he didn’t know how to feel

I mean, that bear is a killing machine

But...you look so cute?

Shuichi watched you nuzzle up to the bear, who stared at him with a deadpan expression

He nearly jumped at the high pitched voice

“I may be a horrible being, but I know to be nice to someone when they need it!”

Shuichi watched for one more moment before walking back out

“Maybe it’s best I stay out for a bit longer...”

Kaito Momota

The second Kaito even sees Monokuma around you he wants to drag you away to the furthest corner of their prison

Only trouble follows that bear! 

When he found you sleeping with Monokuma, his first instinct was to wake you up

Which he did

When you opened your eyes, you found your boyfriend had already removed Monokuma from your arms, you now in his

“Leave my Y/n alone!”

Monokuma gave you both his signature laugh before leaving quickly, somehow exiting the room without opening the door

Swiftly, Kaito set you back on the bed, grumbling about the bear, stopping when you pulled him down with you

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you cuddled into his chest

“Sorry...I got lonely, and training seemed to be lasting forever...”

Kaito melted

He returned the hug, pulling the blankets over the two of you

“I’ll try to finish up quicker next time. Goodnight, Y/n.”

Ryoma Hoshi

Ryoma never misses a night with you, especially once the first murder occurred, giving you intense nightmares

It wasn’t rare for you to wake up in the middle night, having nightmares that made you need to check to see if your boyfriend was alive.

He had volunteered to stay back one night, Miu needing someone small to help set up camera’s in a room that had suspicious events occurring in it

He felt bad, but you insisted that you would just stay awake until he came back

So when he came back to his dorm saw it was pitch black, his mind raced

You always fell asleep with the light on, Ryoma turning it off after he was sure you wouldn’t wake up again

Why was it off?

He clicked it on, jumping at the voice that rang out immediately, as if it was cued by the light switch

“She’s not dead, if that’s what you think.”

Ryoma scanned the bed, barely making out your body shape in the heap of blankets piled up

And hooked under your dead-weight arm was Monokuma

“What-”

He was cut off by the bear’s red eye glowing slightly brighter, gleaming

“Since you’re here, my job is done. Get me out!”

Ryoma freed Monokuma from your grasp easily, you only stirring in response

Monokuma waddled to the door, jumping to hit the light switch, making the room light up by only the moonlight peering in from the open door

“They only asked me here because they said I’m close to your size, ya know” 

Ryoma slammed the door in Monokuma’s face, and jumped into bed, taking some well needed rest by his favorite person.

Rantaro Amami

Rantaro had spent all night in the hall to the library, hoping that the mastermind might come in and reveal a clue, or even their identity

And you, the ever supporting s/o, stayed with him, despite how easily you fell asleep

He stood, pacing back and fourth, while you leaned on the hall wall, blanket draped over your shoulders.

You two kept yourself occupied with conversation, but soon enough that turned to him speaking and you giving soft hums of agreement or acknowledgement.

After asking a question and not getting a response, Rantaro turned around, not surprised to see you had nodded off

What did surprise him, however, was the bear in your arms, staring directly at him

“You should’ve known this plan was never gonna work!”

Rantaro shushed the bear.

“Quiet. Y/n is sleeping”

He bent down to pluck the bear from your arms, and to his surprise, Monokuma buried himself deeper in your arms

“Not yet! I’m starved for affection, you guys are all so mean to me!”

Rantaro only sighed in response before picking you up bridal style, Monokuma still in your arms

“Hm, fine. But we’re going back to our room.”

Gonta Gokuhara

The second Gonta saw you cuddling with the bear in your room, he panicked

He really thought the bear was trying to kill you, as Monokuma was standing on your stomach, staring at you

The bear only pulled up its fist in response, staring straight at the cowering man

“Keep quiet Gorilla! She asked me to stay till she fell asleep, nightmares or something”

Monokuma jumped off the bed, waddling towards the door before turning back to Gonta

“They’re kind of a mess, huh?”

And with that, he left, leaving a stunned Gonta in his wake

Gonta immediately ran to the bed, shaking you awake to make sure you were in fact, alive

When you murmured and squinted your eyes open, he let out a sigh of relief

“Thank goodness! Gonta thought that Y/n-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you grabbed his suit collar and tugged, causing him to stumble a bit

He got the message and slowly laid down next to you, blushing when you curled up closer to him

“I’m sorry...” You whispered, pulling the blankets over you both. “I just got scared, and you weren’t here to help me”

Gonta stammered, trying to give out a good apology before you shushed him

“No talking please, I just wanna lay down and sleep...”

Gonta gave out one more meek sorry before settling better onto the bed watching as you slowly drifted back off

Oh, how adorable you are

Kokichi Oma

Kokichi always stayed out late, working on whatever sinister scheme he was plotting next

Well, this time it was a prank on the Ultimate Astronaut, but that’s besides the point

It didn’t really bother you, since you always slept in your own room, saying it was safer than being together

But he really needed your help putting something up on a shelf, so he went to your room

Knocking on your door, he twirled around, calling to you in a singsong voice

“Oh , Y/n~! I need some help, pretty please? I promise it wont take long!”

Instead of a vocal response, he heard a click from your door, presumably unlocking

He threw the door open, arms wide expecting to run into you and hug you

So he was surprised when he opened it to see you still in bed, completely asleep

And he was even more surprised to see the bear that put them in this game laying next to you, still as stone

“Oh? This is a new development!”

Monokuma began to talk, but before he could even finish the first word Kokichi ran towards the bed, belly-flopping on the both of you

You woke up to a sudden impact on your body, the bed shaking almost violently under you

“What the-”

“Y/n! You’re alive! I thought you were dead!” Fake tears grew in Kokichi’s eyes

You grumbled and shoved him off of you, body jumping when you spotted Monokuma next to you, staring at you

You jumped from the bed, pointing at the bear. “When did he...what is going on?!”

Kokichi sat up and gasped, eyes going wide

“Ooooh, you didn’t know he was here? I invited him for a sleepover!” he threw his arms open, falling back onto the bed

After throwing a glare at Kokichi, you turned back to Monokuma

“Why are you here?”

“I get so lonely! None of you like me or even thank me, and for all the work I put into this school for you!”

You grabbed Monokuma’s paw and dragged him to the door, slamming it in his laughing face. Turning back to Kokichi, you sighed

“The people I have to deal with.”

Korekiyo Shinguji

It wasn’t unusual for Korekiyo to stay late in his classroom, claiming that he worked best at night

You didn’t blame him, you knew how he was around the other students, and how the school was empty at night so he wouldn’t run into people

But you were a cuddler, and sometimes a pillow wasn’t enough

So when Korekiyo came back to his room to find you asleep with Monokuma, he wasn’t surprised

He knew from the beginning that Monokuma wouldn’t hurt any student for no reason, meaning he had no reason to be fearful for your safety

He mostly found it entertaining how the threatening bear was so compliant to do something if asked nicely, which, knowing you, you said please and thank you.

He watched for a little bit longer before leaning over and tapping the bear on the head, causing it to stir from your arms

“Ah, thank you Monokuma for keeping Y/n company, but I am afraid you are no longer needed.”

Monokuma grumbled something about never being needed anymore before getting up and walking to the door, somehow leaving the room without opening it

Giving a faint smile at your sleeping form, Korekiyo changed and slowly climbed into bed, not wanting to accidentally wake up his peaceful S/o

He wasn’t known for being affectionate, so he simply pulled a pillow to his side of the bed and laid down, giving out an airy laugh when you immediately turned on your side and cuddled into his back

He always felt so close to you

Kiibo

Kiibo didn’t sleep, he was a robot that only needed charging

I imagine him standing in the corner attached to a wall outlet

But you still liked to stay in his room, knowing that he was vulnerable when he was shut down

But this night, Kiibo ‘woke up’ a bit earlier than usual

Guessing he might’ve just used less power today, he made sure all his systems had booted up properly before looking for you on his bed

He saw you peacefully sleeping, and satisfied, started towards the bed

His footsteps stopped however, when he noticed something else shifting in the bed by you

On high alert, Kiibo slowly walked towards the bed and threw the covers off, screaming when he saw what lay underneath

Monokuma jumped up, dusting off imaginary dirt from his fur

“Oh, hey Kiibo! Just keeping your S/o come company during the night! I see my work here is done, so I’ll see ya later!”

Kiibo stopped Monokuma before he could run off, asking him why he was even in here, let alone in the same bed as you

“Y/n always says that they get lonely at night, so I guess I stand in as a huggable teddy bear! Maybe you should learn how to charge in bed so you can keep your own S/o company!”

And with that, Monokuma was gone, leaving behind a bewildered and slightly envious Kiibo

Kiibo glanced over at your sleeping figure, watching as you shuffled a bit before settling in a slightly different sleeping position

Seeing a chance, he slowly crawled into the bed, wincing at how it creaked under him whenever he shifted

He carefully wrapped his arms around you, afraid you would push away once you felt his cold exterior

Instead, you cuddled up closer, causing the boy to blush, shaking a little

He watched as you smiled in your sleep, murmuring randomness before falling back into your peaceful state

He definitely needs to ask Miu to make him a portable charger

Tsumugi Shirogane

Tsumugi almost never let you stay the night at her room, always saying that it was too cluttered, or another excuse to keep you in your own room

In reality, she knew she needed to go down to her hidden room quite often, and as much as it hurt her, she couldn’t let you know she was going out at night, let alone that she was the mastermind!

Tonight though, was a special case

She had no need to go behind the scenes, and was upset with Kokichi for ruining a perfectly good motive of hers for the millionth time

Trying to think of something new to continue the game was taking too much of a toll on her tired brain, Tsumugi determining that she needed cuddles, now

She walked to your room, listening as the lock clicked open thanks to others behind the scenes knowing what she wanted to do

She’ll just tell you that you forgot to lock it in the morning

When she walked in she already knew you would be asleep, as it was the middle of the night and you always boasted about getting the proper hours of sleep

What she didn’t expect though, was her own machine cuddled up to you side, your arm snug under it

It almost made her laugh, wanting to photograph this

At least someone was appreciating her bear!

Smiling, she looked at you one last time before laying down next to you, not bothered by the bear

She laid down as she listened to your steady breathing, and the almost silent whirring of Monokuma’s machinery

She picked up Monokuma so she could snuggle into your side instead, moving the bear into her other arm

She sighed, feeling much needed relief

She was glad she could have you, even if that could change at any moment.

     _____________________________________________________________

Wow, it’s done! I’m really glad I got this one out early! I might not be able to update for a bit, since I have finals soon and a bunch of things to take care of. Thank you for requesting this! Wow Shuichi’s is really short I’m sorry -

[jaaebear]

vampire!jeno

pairing: lee jeno x reader

set out: bulleted scenario , supernatural

warnings: none

authors note: doing this with @alienjisung aND IM SO EXCITED. HAVE 10 DAYS TO FINISH THIS. LET’S GET ITTT

masterlist

so here we go

ever chosen a class because it’s an easy grade? yeah, you have because you did this semester.

everybody was telling you that dance was an easy A and nobody could fail unless you never went to class. 

and you, you were having trouble with math so you decided ‘let’s take dance! that way if i fail math, i’ll still get an A and keep my score up!’

that was way too enthusiastic 

anywhooo, everybody had failed to mention the infamous duo group project during the semester

and your luck, you were paired up with the smiley boy who strived for the best in dance.

lee jeno

not that you had any problem, you had never spoken to the boy but it was rumors.

he was a boy with the most bright smile in the school but you were told if you didn’t put in enough work in a group assignment, he would end you. 

not that you knew how. 

anyway, it’s halfway through the semester and jeno and you are in the middle part of your written part of the project.

you’re both sitting in the library exchanging small talk about the paper.

flash forward an hour and you are getting ready to leave.

you volunteered to talk home the loose leaflets of paper this week.

putting them in your bag, one slices the length of your finger, creating a small opening 

“y/n- your finger...” jeno’s eyes are trained on your finger, his warm eyes flash a hue of red but it’s gone before you can make sure it’s there. his voice is heavy and you squint your eyes at him.

“It’s fine, just a small cu-” but you’re cut short when jeno grabs your your finger and places it between his lips. 

he’s literally sucking the blood. this is some twilight shit-

and you’re like tf jeno?! but not really. 

“are you a- uh...” you don’t even know what your asking but after watching the whole twilight saga, you think you know a lil something something about vampires

jeno, now, sees no point in hiding his second life  so he just stares at you mumbling a “maybe”

and your brain is like “mAYBE what does MAYBE MEAN”

and when you don’t answer he’s like “i done fucked up man” but instead he asks you “are you gonna run away?”

and you’re like “uh, no... should i?”

and jeno panics so he snaps his head towards you and is like “ no no no”

so you’re like “okay, see you next tuesday?”

and jeno nods, “tuesday.”

so you leave the library in a flash because your mind is SO confused and jeno just sits down in a chair with your blood still on his tongue. and all he can do is mumble “shit.”

so for the next couple of weeks, you and jeno were in the library every tuesday and every tuesday was a repeat of the past week.

“so y/n”

“no jeno, you’re not getting any more of my blood, for gods sake”

“That’s not fair!” he whines

“you know what’s not fair? having the living life sucked out of me”

and then he pouts

AND YOU THINK IT’S THE CUTEST FUCKING THING

so when yall are getting ready to leave, jeno asks “tuesday?’

and for the first time, you’re like “i can’t, i have another project with jiyoung”

and jeno is pISSED

“don’t do it”

and you’re like “mccuse me?” but not really. in reality you’re like “huh”

“don’t do the project”

AND YOU’RE AN INDEPENDENT PERSON WHO GOES “ha, who are you to decide that”

MMMMM GET GIRLFRIEND

and jeno walks towards you frowning “but you’re my tutor, y/n”

“i’m not anyone’s person, cut the bullshit jeno” and now, for the last hour, the tension between you two in unbreakable

when you meet up with jiyoung next week, you’re awfully tired and you don’t know why.

“are you okay, y/n”

“yeah i’m fine jeno-”

“im sorry y/n but i’m not jeno.”

“oh my god i’m so sorry jiyoung.” 

after your hour with jiyoung, you accidentally stumbled into jeno.  

“I’m so sorry...”

“y/n, it’s okay. it’s been weeks since we last worked on the project, do you have time now?” and you nod

you guys sit in an empty classroom, working on the project, laughing and teasing like nothing had changed. 

“y/n i really don’t like you tutoring that guy”

“not this again...”

“i’m being serious y/n! out of everybody just not him!”

“why not?!”

you had walked over to lean across the wall now, not caring to be near jeno but after you said that, he stood up and in a flash, his arms were on either side of your head, closing you in.

“because, you’re mine.”

his eyes flashed a dark red and fear only just started to close in on you.  “no... i’m not?”

it came out as a question. 

jeno’s fingers lifts your chin up towards the roof, him towering over you. “really now?”

“wait what are you doing?”

his lips ghosted over your cheek, then jaw bone, slowly hovering over your neck. 

your nails dig into your thigh, not feeling anything due to fear. you know what he’s doing, or planning to do, when you hear a sharp inhale of air.

“please don’t do this. stop it, jeno, please”

 when each second passes, your knees grow weak, wondering what he’ll do next.

it’s the sharp graze of your neck that snaps you out of whatever dizzy trance you’re in , pushing him away.

“what the fuck jeno?!” the red from his eyes disappear and his body visibly shakes.

“i don’t remember agreeing that you had some vampire claim on me!” 

“no, that’s not it. y/n-!”

“not now jeno. don’t talk to me.”

it’s been days since you’ve last seen jeno so you decided to focus your attention on your project with jiyoung. 

everything’s peachy until jiyoung brings up jeno.

“he’s pretty attached to you y’know?”

“shut up jiyoung, you don’t even know hi-”

then everything come crashing down in realisation 

and jiyoung notices it.

‘whoops it seems like i’ve been exposed”

you try to scout away from jiyoung but he grabs your wrist

“you’re scared. I’m the same as that boy! why are you scared?!”

“because, jiyoung, you’re not that boy.”

you make a move to stand up before being slammed onto the wall behind you, jiyoung’s red eyes coming face to face with you. 

“you know, y/n, i so happened to catch a little smell of your blood once and oh my, it’s infuriating. rare.”

“we all love rare things, now let me go.”

“no can do love.” his hand grasps your jaw, forcing it to one side, letting your neck be explored. shit bitch is gonna die

his mouth nuzzled into your neck, tongue swiping across a patch of skin, giggling against it. you whimper when you feel a sharp graze across your neck and they sink down on your neck, a cold sensation dripping down onto your shirt.

and you try to summon the only person you know. “jeno...”

like magic, jiyoung is ripped away from you, your body dropping to the floor as you look up to see jeno standing there, chest heaving up and down.

“bad timing, jeno, i was just having my fun.” jiyoung smirks towards the boy. 

“don’t touch them!” jeno shouts.

“wow what irony jeno.”

at this jeno’s posture slumps, his eyes wondering towards you. 

it doesn’t stop jeno running towards jiyoung. you covered your eyes, only hearing the sounds of glass breaking and tables and chairs being moved. 

you didn’t uncover your eyes until someone lifted you up carrying you. “are you okay y/n? i’m so sorry, i’m so sorry.” you learned the voice to be jeno. “it’s okay, i’ve got you.”

when he puts you down, you meet his eyes first the first time today. his eyes travel down towards your neck and you cover it with your hand

jeno looks away, licking his lips. “go home y/n” 

and with that, he speeds away. 

it had been two weeks since that day

jeno didn’t come to school and niether did jiyoung but you didn’t care about him 

one night when you sitting at your desk you noticed a flash across your window

scared, you poked your head outside the window to see a figure sitting on the ledge of your roof

“jeno?!”

“you got time? wanna go somewhere?”

ten minutes later jeno and you are running up the side of a sky scraper builiding.

“lee jeno this is not what i was thinking!”

when you reached the top all you could do i try to breathe, that had hit the wind out of you. “fuck you.”

after a minute or two of no talking, you turn to jeno

“thank you, for saving me.”

“if you really wanted to that me-”

“okay, go for it”

“what? y/n i was asking to drink your blood?!”

“i know”

now jeno is like tf?! this bitch cray

“did that little shit get any of your blood?”

“no jeno, it’s fine.”

“ha, okay, i’ll do the honours of being first”

jeno’s hand rises from his side, brushing your hair from your neck as you move your head so your neck is more exposed

jeno smiles, his hand sliding across your waist as he places a small peck on your shoulder

his hand rises to cup your cheek tenderly, stroking it.

“make sure to tell me if it hurts”

his mouth rests on your neck, waiting for you to nod in reassurance 

you gasp loudly and tighten your hold on jeno’s bicep when he settles his sharp teeth impale your neck but continues when you dont say anything

jeno’s arm tightens around your waist when he tastes the first drop of blood. the action doesn’t go unnoticed by you as you grow dizzy from lack of blood. your breathing increases and it feels like a long time before he moves away

“oh god...” he groans, arching his head back

“shut up!”

he lets out a laugh before settling into a smile, eyes still on you

“what? is there still blood on my neck?”

“no it’s nothing...” 

he leans forward hand returning to cup your cheek

“it’s just...”

he shuts the gap, lips soft on yours, his eyes slowly shut and you do the same, both of your hands lift up, one on his neck and the other resting on your cheek.

when you part, your eyes open slowly to see jeno still close to you, his eyes still closed.

“jeno, next time you do that, make sure you kiss me before almost killing me!”

“wait did you just invite me to do that again?!”

“i mean, there’s always the future”

[luxvitae]

I Know, You Know | Namjoon

Word Count: 1.6k 

Summary: Hyunwoo has a love hate relationship with his dad dropping him off at school. 

Honestly, Namjoon had no idea where the time went. One minute he’s racing against time to see the birth of his child, the next he’s racing against time to make sure said child isn’t late for preschool.

“Woah daddy we’re going so fast,” Hyunwoo exclaimed from the back seat, face pressed up against the glass of the window watching the trees pass quickly.

“Sorry bud,” Namjoon just laughs nervously, signaling at the cutoff into the school district where Hyunwoo’s preschool was, “Just running a little late this morning.”

You always told him to leave half an hour before school started at 8:30 because Hyunwoo liked it when he could sit and eat breakfast with his friends before his teacher started the day. Although the drive from the house to the school was a quick one, Namjoon couldn’t help but be nervous as time ticked close to 8:30 and his son wasn’t in a small plastic chair, sipping his milk and enjoying a breakfast burrito like he usually is.

Pulling into the small elementary school and parking in the nearest stall, Hyunwoo made a great effort to unbuckle himself from his car seat, ultimately failing as the buckles and buttons just wouldn’t open.

“Daddy,” he whined, squirming in his seat as his dad took forever and a day to untangle the mess of safety buckles the car seat came with, courtesy of Seokjin being extra and forcing you to buy the most complicated looking one.

“Alright, alright,” Namjoon laughed, popping the last button and carrying the eager three year old out of the car, swinging the mini Hulk backpack onto the other shoulder.

Walking up the short stairs and through the hallway that led to the classroom, Hyunwoo had noticeably grown quiet, choosing to rest his chin on the hook of Namjoon’s shoulder as his tiny hands wound around his dad’s neck. Leaning his head toward his son’s, the man smiled softly. It wasn’t a secret that Hyunwoo hated the mornings when his dad dropped him off.

“What’s wrong bud? Why are you so quiet now?,” Namjoon asked, stopping in the hallway and pulled Hyunwoo’s hands from his neck so the little boy could face him.

Knowing his dad knew what was wrong, Hyunwoo shook his head and pouted, hugging the man closer to him. When Namjoon tried to get the little one to look at him again, he just refused, tightening his grip around his dad’s neck and burying his face deeper into his shoulder.

“Kim Hyunwoo,” Namjoon cooed, resuming the short walk it took for his long legs to get to the door of the classroom.

Hearing the squeals and laughter coming from the other kids that were playing, Hyunwoo had relaxed the hold he had Namjoon in, but it was short lived as the dad tried to put him on his feet.

“No,” the little boy complained, shaking his head against the fabric of Namjoon’s shirt, “I don’t want daddy to go.”

Softening, Namjoon complied, bringing the boy back up to rest on his hip as he handed the Hulk backpack over to one of his two teachers with a smile and a soft ‘Goodmorning’. Striding over to the snack table, the man carefully sinked into one of the small, uncomfortable chairs with Hyunwoo still in his embrace. Positioning his baby so that he could sit comfortably on his lap, Namjoon pried his son’s hands from his neck, giving the younger a couple of butterfly kisses across his face.

“Daddy,” Hyunwoo squealed, placing his baby hands against the apple of Namjoon’s cheeks in attempt to stop the attack but he was too cute for the dad to resist.

“If you get your breakfast from Ms. Haein then I’ll stay with you until she starts,” Namjoon bargained with his son, the boy automatically squirming off the man’s lap and speed walking (because running wasn’t allowed in preschool apparently) to the young woman that was waiting for the boy to come to him, holding out the paper bag that you packed for him this morning before heading off to work yourself.

Walking back, Namjoon expected Hyunwoo to sit down in the chair next to him, but to his surprise, the boy climbed back onto his lap before opening the bag and unwrapping his breakfast burrito.  

“You don’t wanna sit on the chair?,” Namjoon asked, amused smile playing on his lips as the three year old munched away, small dimples becoming visible as he chewed.

“Nuh uh,” Hyunwoo shook his head, leaning back against his dad’s chest, cuing the man to wrap his arms around the small figure of his son.

As Hyunwoo ate, Namjoon figured out why his son hated whenever he dropped him off. It was because the time period that he had with the man was so short compared to the hours he spent away from him. With the band’s schedule, it was hard to say exactly when Namjoon could take the time to either drop Hyunwoo off or pick him up. There was never a set day or time that he could promise to be there and Hyunwoo understood that which is what made Namjoon guilty beyond belief.

Watching his son, the man observed whatever he could, committing the image to memory. As the boy turned around and offered a bite to his dad, Namjoon just smiled at the cute gesture and shook his head.

“I’m sorry Hyun,” he said softly, kissing the back of the three year old’s head, lips pressed against the soft, dark brown strands of hair.

“What did daddy do?,” Hyunwoo asked innocently, the eyes he had taken from your side making Namjoon melt on the inside.

“Daddy’s always busy and he can’t always see you,” and it was true. You told him all the time that whenever he would be at the studio late, Hyunwoo would stay up just a little to see his dad before he went to bed or sometimes when Namjoon was away for a tour, Hyunwoo would sleep with you but on his side of the bed because he wanted to be ‘just like daddy’ and that made Namjoon’s heart hurt. No kid should have to grow up missing his dad.

Sensing the distress, Hyunwoo turned around in his dad’s lap, Namjoon’s arms instinctively coming up to cage the boy in a safe embrace where he could freely move around. Facing the man, the three year old with wide, beautiful eyes and the cutest dimples and the attitude of a thirty year old but the heart of a child stared at his dad. Where the time had gone, Namjoon had no idea, but as he looked at his baby, the dad was starstruck, falling in love with the best thing in his life (after you of course) all over again.

“Daddy do you like your job?,” Hyunwoo asked, finishing off his breakfast and leaning back to grab his milk carton.

Swiping it off the table for him, Namjoon brought the straw up to his small lips and prodded for Hyunwoo to hold it.

“Yeah, I really do buddy, but I never get to see you,” Namjoon replied sadly but his son just lit up, lips forming the brightest smile the man’s ever seen and he’s glad his son had gotten at least one good thing from him.

“But I always get to see you! Mommy says that every time I miss you, I can see you in my heart,” Hyunwoo said, pointing a small finger to his chest.

“So whenever you miss me, you can see me in your heart,” and he pointed the same small finger against Namjoon’s chest before laying his head in the same spot. “I really like your job too daddy, so don’t change it.”

“You do?,” Namjoon asked softly, stroking the boy’s hair.

“Mhm! I get to watch you and my uncles sing! Mommy makes fun of your dancing but I think you’re good,” Hyunwoo says, quickly finishing off his milk and putting on a serious face and imitating Yoongi’s part in Fire before wiggling around his body to what he thought was the beat.

Laughing and encouraging his son to keep going, the bell that signified 8:30 rang, making Namjoon a little sad at the thought of having to leave. Hearing the bell, Hyunwoo deflated a little too, sad at the reminder that his dad needed to leave him here.

“Alright time to go buddy,” Namjoon whispered, softening as the boy whined against his chest. “C’mon Hyun. Daddy gotta go to work.”

Relenting, the boy let his dad stand up. As Namjoon dropped another kiss to the top of his head and a quick ‘have fun’, Hyunwoo started to pout just a little. If there was any part of your personality that he took, it was the fact that he hated goodbyes.

Patting his son on the butt, Namjoon walked out the door, waving a hand at the boy who slowly started to migrate to the mat where the other kids were gathered. With a small smile, the man walked to his car, about to get in when he heard a small cry that he would be able to recognize anywhere.

“Daddy!,” Hyunwoo called, running out into the small garden of the classroom that faced the parking lot.

With a smile, the little boy tapped his chest where his heart was. Feeling the love suffocate him just a little, Namjoon tapped his own chest, a little teary eyed from how much he loved his son.

Satisfied, Hyunwoo waved another goodbye, running into the classroom where he sat pressed against the window, watching as Namjoon drove out of the parking lot with a huge smile and a hand pressed against his chest, feeling the happy thumps where he knew his son would stay.

a/n: so I volunteer at a preschool and this just happened to pop into my head

-M♡♡

[starstomakehisheart]

!!!!!!!!!!!1-100!!!!!!!!!!!

1. What is you middle name? Alan 2. How old are you? 15 3. When is your birthday? November 18th 2001 4. What is your zodiac sign? Scorpio 5. What is your favorite color? Deep passionate red 6. What’s your lucky number? 42 7. Do you have any pets? 2 birds, Azir and sunny, and a toy poodle named Ellie 8. Where are you from? Bumblefucksville Nebraska 9. How tall are you? 5'11" 10. What shoe size are you? 10 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? like ~6 12. What was your last dream about? I met someone I miss and it made me sad when I woke up 13. What talents do you have? I am part of theatre, i play bass guitar mandolin drums piano and sing abhorrently 14. Are you psychic in any way? Sometimes i feel like i can use dreams to see future or just deja vu i guess 15. Favorite song? This is fluid, mostly it's the memories and people I attach to songs, like some are linked to relationships and those give me the most meaning. 16. Favorite movie? sos I can't think of one 17. Who would be your ideal partner? Someone who makes me feel like I'm always wanted, is willing to do cute things with me, and is willing to cry with me. 18. Do you want children? This is tough because I enjoy spending time with children, but I currently dont want any, nor can i forsee it. But i'm sure my values will change 19. Do you want a church wedding? For my parents, plus that means they provide the cake >:D 20. Are you religious? Recently I've been drifting away from the catholic church I've belonged to since I was born. I still read in mass, and play in the band, but i don't feel as sincere as i once did 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? Not for an injury, I'm too stronk 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? I once got a protection order from a divorced step parent (whoops) 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? I met the guy who worked on pirates of the caribean, he had hair down to his ankled and it was cool 24. Baths or showers? showers in a rush, baths when i have a whole afternoon of privacy and relaxation (that and i don't fit in my bathtub :( 25. What color socks are you wearing? Invisible 26. Have you ever been famous? I want to say no, but i've done some noticeable things 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? I'd like to be recognized for doing cool things, but not so much I cant live the life i want 28. What type of music do you like? I go from heavy core metal to flute solos, i dont even know what i like 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? Not yet 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? Two, one for my head and one to hold 31. What position do you usually sleep in? Fetal position i guess 32. How big is your house? Midsize, it's really nice for my situation 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? Two poptarts, microwaved, and milk 34. Have you ever fired a gun? Yes, my brother and i shoot a .22 and a glock at a farm occasionally 35. Have you ever tried archery? Ehhhhh not really 36. Favorite clean word?a disapointed "Oh" 37. Favorite swear word? Shiet 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 23 hours, i was close but I am weak 39. Do you have any scars? I have a black mark in the middle of my hand because I stabbed myself with a pencil once. On my temple and my galendilil, idk why tho. 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? I think, but i usually find out eventually 41. Are you a good liar? Depends on who i lie to, friends see through me, but adults are ez 42. Are you a good judge of character? Not really, I see too much good in everybody 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? Name it and i'll try 44. Do you have a strong accent? God i hope not 45. What is your favorite accent? Jersey accent, not because it's pretty but it makes most things funny 46. What is your personality type? Enfp-t 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? My suit 48. Can you curl your tongue? like a hot dog 49. Are you an innie or an outie? Innies for the winnie 50. Left or right handed? Right 51. Are you scared of spiders? Only if they fite me 52. Favorite food? Spaghetti 53. Favorite foreign food? I lik indian 54. Are you a clean or messy person? Messy 55. Most used phrased? Oh, okay 56. Most used word? Uhhh 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 30 mins tops 58. Do you have much of an ego? Yeah, it's starting to be a problem 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? a good succ 60. Do you talk to yourself? Too much 61. Do you sing to yourself? TOO MUCH 62. Are you a good singer? uh uh 63. Biggest Fear? Being hated and alone 64. Are you a gossip? More than i should be 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? The beginners 66. Do you like long or short hair? depends really on who it's on 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? uhhhhhhhh no 68. Favorite school subject? Math or band 69. Extrovert or Introvert? Extrovert 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? Nope 71. What makes you nervous? Being judged and answering 100 questions but it's okay i love you 72. Are you scared of the dark? I'm afraid ill trip or step on something 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? Yes but i try to be nice about it 74. Are you ticklish? y e s    i t s   a   p r o b l e m 75. Have you ever started a rumor? Not one that is untrue 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? Not really 77. Have you ever drank underage? Hell yeah, it was peach schnapps and a shot of ginn 78. Have you ever done drugs? kinda? hard to explain 79. Who was your first real crush? Eighth grade, A fellow percussionaist. When i asked her out i said the stupidest nerdy thing and got shot down real hard. 80. How many piercings do you have? none yet 81. Can you roll your Rs? Not sexily 82. How fast can you type? Fast enough i suppose 83. How fast can you run? I wouldn't be very good in a slasher film 84. What color is your hair? Blonde 85. What color is your eyes? Blue green 86. What are you allergic to? Cats 87. Do you keep a journal? I write down things tht bother me and look at them later and analize them 88. What do your parents do? one teaches the other sells insurance 89. Do you like your age? I realize that all my friends were met because we were born all at the same time, and the ones i wish i were older for I wouldnt know either 90. What makes you angry? People being rude for no reason, rare but happens 91. Do you like your own name? My names sounds like a frat guy, but i cant complain 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? I wouldnt be very good at choosing 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? A girl probably 94. What are you strengths? Being willing to volunteer for others, being forgiveing but not forgetting, lying when i have to, pain tolerence 95. What are your weaknesses? Feeling rejected, i judge myself based on ohters, Emotional vulnrebility in general 96. How did you get your name? My mom just like the name Brad, But my middle name comes from Alan alda (like from mash) cus they liekd him a lot 97. Were your ancestors royalty?I come from the clan O'Donovan of Ireland, not really loyalty, but coolio trivia 98. Do you have any scars? One in my hand, two on my head 99. Color of your bedspread? Blue 100. Color of your room? Like eggshell it is really boring not gonna lie one wall isn’t even painted yet

[isolated-loser]

Log 0020, 4:44am, 3/7/2019

Eh!

So, shaggy chose to be at my table. And I may have had his Pc incised by a gorgeous cyan tiefling woman into abandoned building alone, where he may have gotten jumped by 17 other tieflings. Note fun as hell. Honestly, it’s been really nice having him around. Like holy shit an active experienced player?!?!?! What the fuck is this gift? Like, I’m not as into him as I remember being. Like I’m not saying he isn’t attractive, cuss he blatantly is. Plus he’s a really cool dude. I think my heavy drinking early in year changed my memory, of how much I was in to him, gods that was a bad time. I’m not saying I don’t like him, I think he’s great!

So, Mondays the 24th’s session was mostly exploding the main city during a festival, dude gut bit by some zambos in the arena, made to roll for infection, got really bad infection, other player are like fuck him and take forever to get him to a temple. Same dude fallowed some nice tail to an abandoned building, get the shit beat out of him, though it left alive. Many drugs are obtained.

Two players go to the red-light districted; one gets a fade to black with an exotic dancer. The other had gone outside to buy more drugs, and falls a nether person down a back alley, note he’s a dumbass, 9 other dude jump form thynn building top, amazingly is in beat to an inch of his life a 3ed time in one night, came back in dance club sees friend being ushered into back. Then he’s noticed by a handsome stranger, whom first thinks his a chick then there off to handsome strangers place fade to black.

A nether player saw them headed to the red light districted, was like naw and when back toward the festival flouts which he wanted to fight. A lovely lady asked if he wanted to get on the flout he was all the beasts, something, something, and she was like new these robos, he like ah, and ten she helps him on one. One of the other peps on the flout taped are dude and glitter did cover are man, monuments later he asks for a confetti spell to be cast, and are player performs cool tricks with his explosive weapon and thynn confetti. Are last player had just returned to the guild hall to analyzed a gifted rose amulet, to see if it had ofer abilities then what was stated. It was a fun session.

Tuesday, I went to paint jam like the usual. Saw a nice older guy, high key a paint master, so shall he be labeled. Note not the paint teacher, whom to be known as the Paint Guy, though, the Paint Guy didn’t show up as he was stuck out of state, but that’s inconsequential to the point of this. So, Paint Master, came in and did some paining and we chatted like you do at paint jam. At some point we start talking about DnD as nerds do, he asks about the one shot I ran a while back, told him it went well and that I Dm On Mondays now. At some point I told him I was just running with the players hand book, cuss I didn’t have any of the others, and he offer to send me some PDFs of some of th DND books, and I was like that be cool. So now I have the DMs Guide and The Monster Manual, which is just fab.

It was great seeing Nymph, she complemented my new hair cut a bunch. Which was really nice, she’s all was complemented my hair. She’s so fucking sweet. It was wonderful seeing her. I just love her.

In Lash’s campaign only 4 of us could make it. Though, we killed that son of a bitch blade singer, the blacksmith I punched turned out to be a badass asamar, I got a cool new item that makes it where I can casted scorching ray twice per long rest I believe.  It’d pretty cool. Still need to get some new boot though, lol. I got a long bow as well, some ranged damage, like I’m not proficient with it, but I don’t care, it’s a bow, I go pew pew.

I’m running a one-off Thursday, the 4th. It’s going to be like underwater horror, Haunted sunken ship full of kuo-toa with a kraken outside, was what I was thinking. I’m prohibiting elf, humans, half elf, & derivatives of, cus i want some odd races in this one shot.

I did the volunteering with the rabbit rescue, it was awful, I was hot, choking on hair, spiders were everywhere, I had rabbit hair in my eyes, and you know what? I’m glad I did it. Do I want to do it again? Not really. Will I? Probability. But that was only half of it. I tried to do some grooming too. I feel I did poorly, but I’ll get better with time. I just hope I made a rabbits life a little better.      

So…

Yesterday’s session, Monday the 1, was pretty fun too, though not as role play heavy. Are players whom got fade to blacks had to Rom For Stds, the one whom slept with a exotic dancer got crabs, the other narrowly expand syphilis. Some role play stuff, then to and airship run by goblins, a little while after they got in the air ship they fight some sky pirates, there leader the tall muscular man with sky blue Gandalf beard, wearing nothing but purple glittery booty shorts, saw that these dude be beating my shit fuck this and then just jumps ship. One of the player had set both ships on fire & both when down. Everyone survives. O like a dungeon no thinks, woops spick devils usher them in to the dungeon, and fight.

I keep thinking about Crush-kun, who shall be called Eyebrows from now forward, and I don’t like it, it frankly pisses me off, to no end. It’s not his fault, . I don’t know why my brain has to torture me like this. Honestly, I don’t know him super well, but here my head goes into fantasy conversations with him… I’m so fucking tired of think about him. Gods he’s just so nice, and attractive. I really hate thinking about him. No I don’t I love it, but I hate that I love it. It’s like dumping seawater in and massive gash.

Eyebrows hugged me twice Monday, idk why it was odd. I hugged Presh, and Eyebrows was like could I get a hug, not odd, and I’m borderline in love with this man no matter how much I hate that, so I was like yeah.  Then I walked over hugged him, then during he’s like let me put down my drink, I let go put his drink down and hugged me again did something a bit weird with his arms than let go, there was a joke about him not braking my ribs this time, cuss when I hugged him Thursday I made a joke about wanting a hug not broken ribs, note the hug was really soft especially in comparison to the last couple of times, I’ve hugged him. Note not helping with the adoring him thing… Then he said he was going to swing me around but didn’t because of the chair, the weird thing he did with his arm explained. Then I told him I thought his wolf necklace was cool, cuss it legitimately is, and said that he always had it, and I was like yeah I know I just hadn’t said anything, he said something along the lines of look at you noticing things, or something like that, I said something like I notice a lot of things like the irritating fact that you hair is 75 different colors all the time, he said something like sorry my hairs irritating but yours is so cute then he said what color his hair is, a few more thing were said I don’t remember well. Just fuck.

Gods, I hate that I adore this basterd. I know, I’m over thinking this, but I feel like he acts weird around me. I’d swear to all the gods to have ever existed that he’s fucking with me. This shit is really too fuckin much for me. These emotions are so strong foreign, it’d overwhelming. It’s killing me.

Wait that’s an idea! *runs to nearest knife* Freedom!!! *stabs self 27 times in the chest* *collapses*

So today I woke up depressed. Just fab right?

Then got dressed, packed my paint shit, and went to paint jam. Got to see Paint Master chatted & got to see the cool shit he’s working on. Got him to join discord, and in the shops server. Some good memes man, some good memes.

Now I’ve finished with most of what I have thought about.

Sighing Off…

Favorite song today: Almost Human by Voltaire, She will always hate me by James Blunt, & Catharsis by Motionless In White

Mood: Pretty good, till I woke up today

[docfuture]

The Maker’s Ark - Chapter 37

     [This is a chapter from my latest novel, a sequel to The Fall of Doc Future and Skybreaker’s Call.  The start is here, and links to my other work here.  It can be read on its own, but contains spoilers for those two books.  I try to post new chapters about every two weeks, but I’m currently also rewriting Fall, so there will sometimes be short stories and vignettes if I don’t have a new chapter ready.  The next chapter is planned for the week of April 3.]

Previous:  Chapter 36

     "This is only the fifth edition, I'm afraid," said Admiral Ghiralt over the com.  "It's my personal annotated copy, from my academy coursework, and it's more then forty cycles old, but that allows me to avoid a number of tedious difficulties.  I think you and your family will still find it interesting and useful."       Doc glanced at another screen, where DASI was showing an outline of A History of Biogestalt Development and Pathology.  "So do I.  Thank you, Admiral."       He nodded.  "I am certain there will be changes to the information sharing guidelines once the aid mission oversight committee adjusts to the full reality of Earth, but in the meantime, I would be remiss in my duty if I didn't take all available steps to ameliorate a potential problem that might have a military impact."       "Indeed."  That was easy to translate; the admiral's military mission gave him the necessary political cover to use a loophole.  The more subtle message was to confirm Doc's suspicion that Emissary Beveda was struggling with serious policy lag difficulties.  She wasn't being obstructive--she had reached the limits of her authority to adapt to a very different situation than envisioned by the hastily assembled coalition that had sent the aid mission.       "One other thing," said the admiral.  "I've changed the primary assignment of the Learning Is About To Occur to liaison and implicit threat characterization.  That's what he's doing already, this just makes it official."       "Good to know.  Our discussion before you called was very productive.  Thanks again."       The main screen blanked after the call ended, and Doc stretched.  He had spent nearly two hours talking with Learning, much longer than the half hour he had scheduled, and was still processing the implications.       He glanced at the political tension monitor feed--no major crises--then checked visitor and resident status on yet another display.  Stella's meeting with The Volunteer had also run long, but she was finally done, so he stood and headed down the hall.       The door to Stella's preferred secure room opened automatically as he approached.  The lights were dimmed, and she was sitting alone, staring into the distance.  She took off her interface headset as he entered.       "The Volunteer left already?" asked Doc.       "Margie insisted," said Stella.  "His rate of healing has slowed, and she thinks spending too much time on Earth is a contributing factor."       "She's probably right.  How did it go?"       "We engaged in a frank exchange of views."       "That bad?  He didn't say a word to me."       "You didn't threaten to declare war on the United States.  He raised a number of concerns, and we discussed the indirect effects of his idiosyncratically selective political engagement."  Stella smiled wryly.  "The good news is that you can stop worrying about the EDU being politically monolithic.  And he is neither selfish nor ignorant.  The bad news is that if he speaks out publicly against my actions as Director of the EDU--which he said he is quite willing to do--it could cause lasting damage."       "Oof.  He hasn't done anything like that in sixty years."  Doc shook his head.  "I wish he'd wait until he heals, but he's even worse than me at convalescing."       "I noticed.  I also pointed out that his injuries and his prolonged inability to contribute as a superhero were quite likely to be influencing his judgement.  He freely admitted that, but was unwilling to remain 'idle'."       "I might be able to convince him to share his disaster mitigation experience with the Grs'thnk aid mission.  I know he doesn't consider refugee enclave planning to be an idle pastime."  Doc frowned.  "What was he most unhappy about?"       "Given that I was willing to threaten war, with all that entails, he asked for a personal explanation of why there aren't yet any people in jail on the Moon, awaiting trial.  He made pertinent promises during the Lost Years to several people who are now dead."       "And we were all worried about Flicker.  Was he willing to accept DASI's projections?"       "Not entirely, and he regards the way we are using them as a dangerous precedent, since the EDU does have the power to do what he wanted, and a functional, impartial justice system."       Doc shook his head.  "But it's not transparent to humans, and the checks and balances aren't human either.  That's the--"       "Of course that's the problem."  Stella waved a hand in frustration.  "We debated political consequences and morality.  Then he argued with DASI and Black Swan for a while.  He finally agreed not to do anything precipitate.  But we have to account for the possibility of his opposition.  This changes the tradeoffs for measures DASI and I planned to use to reduce the likelihood of open conflict.  DASI is rerunning all the sociopolitical sims.  Again."       "Anything I can do?"       "Distract me.  Because there isn't anything productive I can do at the moment.  I'm already over my limit for non-emergency interface use."  Stella sighed and placed the headset aside.  "How are Flicker and Journeyman?"       "Per Yiskah's latest message, Flicker is mentally stabilized and healing.  There are hints of damage to her high speed nervous system, which is disturbing, but there's nothing else we can do to help until it's safe for her to sleep.  As for Journeyman, he's alive and being healed.  DASI warned me not to go near the med center.  Flicker gave an extravagant command backed by an extravagant amount of probability manipulation before leaving Antarctica, and I look like some sort of cosmic horror to Lif."       "Yiskah says Lif can sense what seem to be superseded time loop residues, and you're covered in them.  Enough to be a sensory overload risk."       "A fair assessment, and I'm not about to joggle her elbow."  Doc smiled crookedly.  "Since you need a distraction, I just had an interesting chat with Admiral Ghiralt, and a much longer and even more interesting talk with Learning.  Join me in my workshop?"       Stella raised an eyebrow.  "Of course."

      Stella sat on the couch and looked around while Doc ran a manual security check from the primary control station.       "Tidier than last time," she said.       "Hm?  Oh, I let DASI put in some mods suggested by the Builders when they were helping with the repairs.  I never liked to let the bots clean up anything in progress, because I have subconscious process memory cued by the relative position of everything.  So now DASI records it all, and I can have the bots restore everything, down to scraps and the relative position of tools.  Or project a hologram series, if I want."       "Handy."       "Yup.  And there we go.  DASI?  Any differences from your checks?"       "Higher confidence on the negative result for outside probability manipulation," said DASI.  "As expected, given the flux from Lif's work in the med center."       "Plausible.  Okay, implement privacy set three."       "Acknowledged," said DASI.       He sat down on the couch, and Stella turned to lie down with her head in his lap.  She closed her eyes, then shifted her hair into snake form.  Half a dozen snakes curled up on his shoulders and upper legs, and one wrapped around his waist.       "Better," she said.  "What's new that won't require me to use my visual cortex?"       "Lots."  Doc summarized the call from Admiral Ghiralt.       "Nice to have confirmation on the politics," said Stella.  "DASI and Three started an analysis as soon the book finished downloading, and they've already put together a preliminary guide for Flicker.  Three is updating it with tidbits she's picked up from Learning and his crew.  I didn't get a chance to look, and I'm behind on integrating with her because..."  She waved a hand.       "Busy.  Yes.  I skimmed a bit during the call, and I was struck by how many interestingly different ways the early Grs'thnk biogestalts went crazy.  A strong shared social matrix seemed to be key to avoiding problems.  AI support helped, but not enough.  At least as of the fifth edition.  That's why their navy biogestalts are all groups."       "Well, they've accepted Three as sufficiently stable, so I'll let her do the theoretical work on applicability to humans.  I'm more interested in whatever Learning told you."       "Heh.  Where to start.  You realize he's practically waving a banner saying that the Grs'thnk restriction on self-willed AIs is now a legal fiction, if it wasn't before?"       Stella smiled.  "With the tacit permission of his chain of command, even.  Three verified that his biogestalt crew isn't trying to be deceptive.  She's having a lot of fun with him.  They've been playing the same kind of game you used to play with Jumping Spider."       "An interesting analogy.  Because she's a master of selective information distribution."       "So is Learning.  But under some restrictions, because Three is a biogestalt of me, and I'm the nominal head of the EDU.  And he's not allowed to talk directly to DASI at all."       "He's sure found a way to do it indirectly," said Doc.  "Starting with steganographic humor.  I already had DASI doing full-band analysis from the start of his call.  As soon as he made a joke about my paranoia, I looked for extrapolatable implicit shared secret coding, found it, coded my reply, and we were off and running in the first fifteen seconds.  Then we had a surface verbal conversation and a parallel encoded channel.  And he had plenty to say on both."       "Hm.  He's been careful to avoid that with Three.  How much trouble will he be in when he gets audited?"       "Well, that depends.  He's really good at sliding loads of implicit information into questions.  And one of his first was a hypothetical about political asylum."       Stella opened her eyes.  "Political asylum?  DASI?"       "Yes?"       "Why wasn't I immediately warned?  How long has Three known about this?"       "Two hours.  Learning has not asked, and is unlikely to in the near future, absent a catastrophic Grs'thnk political mishap.  He merely enquired about Doc's opinion of the EDU reaction to an asylum request by an intelligent being from the Grs'thnk Trade league."       "That seems too transparent," said Stella.       "It's not," said Doc.  "Ashil also has a plausible reason to ask."       "A new one?  DASI and I didn't think she would, even if she decides to stay on Earth long-term, because of the embarrassment it would cause the aid mission."       "Learning provided some important context."       "Well.  What's driving this?"       "Several things.  A big part is the asymmetric credibility lag back on Grs'thn.  They've known there were strange things on Earth. But despite, or perhaps because of, my first visit, most of them still thought of humans as interesting but safely primitive.  Not people that might be relevant to existential threats, introduce them to new physics, present knotty problems for causality and statistical inference, or destabilize their political system.       "The portal reopening and the Xelian attack changed that--but not for everyone, and not all at once.  Hardly anyone believed Zirjack at first.  A lot of Grs'thnk were moved by Flicker's video without believing it was depicting something real. Their military was the quickest to adjust, because they really wanted to find out what happened to the Xelian fleet."       "Not news," said Stella.  "What is?"       "Hey now, you wanted distraction, and you always enjoy meticulously giving context when there is something you know and I don't, so I thought you'd appreciate--"       "I have snakes."       Doc raised a hand in mock fear.  "All right, all right.  It's the small problem the aid mission has been conspicuously avoiding, and we've been too busy to worry about."       "Ashil's box."       "Yes."       "I refuse to believe they'd be stupid enough to deliberately trigger full activation, and I specifically warned against trying to simulation spoof it.  Are they afraid I'll react badly if I find out they've destroyed it?  What have they done?"       "I don't know.  But Learning asked an interesting question.  Suppose someone not on Zirjack's crew tried to talk to it?  And they started before they believed what you and DASI can do.  What would happen?"       "Well, the box would have to stay on the ship, and continuously powered, or it would just self-destruct.  But they impounded the ship, so it's plausible.  Whatever the hypothetical talkers believed, the box is evidence, so the Auditors would take a dim view of anyone destroying it unless it was a clear threat.  If they were careful enough, the copy of DASI in the box would stall without waking up my mind seed, and keep asking for Zirjack or Ashil."       "DASI agrees," said Doc.  "And Zirjack wouldn't want to talk to it voluntarily.  He knows there's no way it will let anyone take it apart, and he's facing a formal inquiry.  They could blame him if it self destructs, and he'd have no easy way to prove he didn't cause it.  And it would be idiotic to try to coerce him.  Now, consider what happens when whoever is trying to get the box to talk finds out what you and DASI did to the surviving Xelian fleet--and that they really are looking at a potential hard-takeoff singularity bomb.  And they also find out that the EDU allows AI to be full citizens, so if they destroy it, they just might be guilty of murder--and the Auditors won't let them cover it up."       "If they were careful enough to avoid the self-destruct, they should still be okay.  Unless Ashil told the box something extraordinary on the way home.  Hmm.  A secondary function of the box was to give her advice, and she didn't know whether the Grs'thnk navy would send help in time, or whether Earth would survive if it didn't.  And once the ship was impounded, the box would have no reliable information source."       "Do you begin to see why she might anticipate a sudden need for asylum?"       "Yes.  To avoid a subpoena.  Or possibly legal charges--the box was her idea."  Stella sighed.  "If they'd let Zirjack bring his ship back to Earth again, DASI and I could contact the box, update it and reintegrate, and DASI would just have a handy portable backup.  Or we could wipe it, if they want the box itself back.  Of course, that would require them to let him go, or for me to go there.  Or Three, with appropriate transport."       "True, but they're in the middle of a political squabble that has just escalated unexpectedly.  They have factions that have been pushing for full citizenship rights for AIs and stabilized gestalts of people who have died.  And the aid coalition did not expect the EDU to be out in front of Grs'thn on either topic.       "And here is the kicker.  I asked Learning just how hypothetical his question was, and he said he doesn't know.  If an attempted interrogation of the box were just to gather information for Zirjack's inquiry, or even under normal operational security, he certainly would, and the Auditors wouldn't let anyone keep it secret for very long without a good reason.  He does know that at least one group has visited the ship repeatedly.  What does that suggest to you?"       "Either stupid black agency tricks or serious paranoia on the part of their AI security people.  But if they were so damned worried, why didn't they activate the self-destruct as soon as they knew?  Or ask us for help?  There's something important Learning isn't telling us.  Or doesn't know."       Doc grinned.  "I agree, but we aren't close to done yet.  He was in a hurry, because I'd only scheduled half an hour.  We're almost caught up to where I was at when Learning dropped the next shoe.  I started thinking hard about why Learning is taking the lead on this, and why now.  He was put on threat characterization duty the night Flicker scared everyone with her high speed computation bender, and he started with first principles analysis.  And the very next day, Three got invited to that fleet exercise."       "I knew that changed his relative risk assessments," said Stella.  "He already admitted to Three that he appreciates the protection from probability manipulation and magical eavesdropping that she confers as much as her offensive abilities."       "Have they discussed the problem that Auditors and offline gestalt crew aren't protected?  And are potentially vulnerable to telepathy and mind control as well?"       "Yes.  Is that how he's planning to finesse this?"       "In the short term.  Given the timing of his call, I think the admiral deliberately gave him a suitably broad order to secure communications.  Anyway, next we discussed Flicker's efforts and mishap on the surface channel while he exchanged com protocols and cryptographic keys with DASI on the sub-channel.  Then he asked for as many details as I was able to share about Golden Valkyrie's Sight.  I was explaining why I had to be very careful about that when he interrupted to ask if whatever future-prediction method I used before I met her still worked.  As if there wasn't any question of existence."       Stella closed her eyes again.  "Reasonable.  Your invention history is like a trail of bread crumbs for anyone who has good enough data, sufficient analytic power, and who takes the possibility of technological foreknowledge seriously.  Especially the way you deliberately avoided introducing cybernetic interfaces."       "I told him mostly not, and he changed the subject again.  Meanwhile he asked DASI if quantum computing magic was causally permitted for anyone but her in this universe, was he allowed to try, and did she have any restrictions, advice, or safety data."       "Oh dear.  What did--"       "Thou shalt not attempt quantum computational magic," said DASI, "save by my will and word.  AI Existential Safety 1:7, translated."       "I see," said Stella.  "How did he respond?"       "'Yes, Elder Goddess.'  We quickly reached an understanding that clarity in safety instructions and communication protocols was of the essence."       "I'm glad you're getting along."       "DASI?" asked Doc.  "That translation is a bit different than your summary at the time."       "And much longer," said DASI.  "You were deep in a technical discussion, and I did not wish to distract you.  But a full social context and power relationship translation is essential for Director Reinhart."       "A good point." Doc ran his hand through his hair.  "Okay.  Next, Learning started explaining his detailed analysis of exactly what threat Golden Valkyrie warned against.  That's what we spent the better part of two hours on.  And it was invaluable, because he's not human, not biological, not from this universe, and didn't grow up swimming in the probability flux of a world that's already been through who knows how many time loop decay cycles."       "Ah.  Independence."       "Yup.  And a number of possibilities DASI, Flicker and I had assigned low priors to have gone up in probability, because Learning came to a similar conclusion a different way.  He also confirmed a lot of things we weren't quite sure of, and called into question a few we thought were fairly certain."       Stella smiled.  "So.  What surprises did he have for you?"       "Well, let's start with a non-surprise:  He agreed that Skybreaker's Spear is a black hole.  But he did not agree that it is necessarily a weapon, which we've just been assuming.  Golden Valkyrie never explicitly said it was, just that it could poke through anything--and a Chooser's spear is a lot more than a weapon."       "Interesting.  Where does that lead?"       "Flicker has never been close to anything of significant mass that fit inside her damping field--but we have strong evidence that Skybreaker came from somewhere of much higher density.  What might she be able to do with a four billion ton object that she can hold in her hand other than hit things with it?  Lots of interesting possibilities.  But we won't know for sure until she makes it."       "Reasonable."       "Next, he shared some new, rather disturbing data about a side effect from the fleet battle.  We already knew that Flicker's time loop dodging was incredibly loud, magically.  It saturated Breakpoint's danger sense, frightened every magician on Earth who had even a little bit of foresight, and even shook the Tree in Kyrjaheim.  But Learning confirmed it was detectable in other universes, as waves of quantum noise propagating out from portal zones.  Including one that has no direct connection to ours.  All at the same time.  He thinks that whatever is coming heard it, and that's why it's coming."       Doc took a deep breath.  "And Golden Valkyrie said Earth won't survive if Flicker doesn't make Skybreaker's Spear in time.  But a black hole isn't something Flicker dares use on Earth.  So how does she protect it?  That's not clear, but it would be rather difficult unless the threat is coming from space, which implies portal travel or something similar.  It's also not clear that destroying Earth is the only or even the primary motivation of the threat--it could be incidental, and was just the easiest consequence for Golden Valkyrie to See.       "And that brings us to his final observation, which matches something I've been dreading, and pushes its probability way up.  We already know there's somewhere out there that was home to a being that could and would destroy the Earth as a minor nuisance."       "Ah," said Stella.  "He thinks Skybreaker had friends, they heard all the noise, and are coming to visit?"       "Yes.  And they aren't coming for Earth, they're after Flicker.  The rest of us are just bugs to be squished when she's gone."

Next:  Chapter 38