#e-stim files

[audiostim]

A Tri-Phase bassline album.

Produced and mastered in 96Khz 24Bit.

High quality .WAV files available for download.

[ploaiepeocean]

e toamna si multumesc Universului ca se simte, ceea ce inseamna ca trebuie sa imi fac lista anuala de filme/seriale de (re)vazut

Filme!!

- Dead Poets Society (1989)

- The Craft (1996)

- Mystic Pizza (1988)

- The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

- Corpse Bride (2005)

- efectiv toata seria The Conjuring (in special The Nun pentru ca e favoritul meu lol)

- stim toti ca iubim Hotel Transylvania e ok nu minti

Seriale!

- Gravity Falls (a must, doar 2 sezoane si e perfect de spooky)

- The X Files (eu si special agents fox mulder & dana scully against the world)

- Penny Dreadful (Goth + horror??)

- The Haunting of Bly Manor

[shyanshippingsociety]

Shyan Shipping Society Fic Promo - September & October 2022

last post

the smell of fall in the air, the premiere of ghost files, halloween, and all the fics written by our members in september and october 2022! what could be better than that?

September

Stim Boys Drabble Collection by Gilded_Quill | T, 17K, on-going

A collection of one-shots and drabbles based on a list of Autism-Centric Writing Prompts.

Featuring Stimming, Special Interests, Hyperfixations, Meltdowns, and two boys navigating the highs and lows of neurodiversity. Each chapter will be a stand-alone, and their relationship status won’t be consistent throughout. Nor will the timeline be.

Recycled Air by ouijaboy | G, 1K, complete

It’s a twelve hour flight, give or take, from LAX to London Heathrow. And it’s all going really well, until the seatbelt light turns off, and Ryan’s AirPods die.

A small ode to Shane’s music taste.

The worst anniversary gift ever by Haroldmay | T, 8K, complete

"Why did you put the Professor in the fridge?" Ryan asked curiously while brushing his teeth.

"Why are you opening the fridge while brushing your teeth?" Shane replied from the couch without looking up. He had a headache. -he had been having a headache for a while.

"I'm not sure," Ryan said. He exchanged the toothbrush for the Professor and closed the door before he continued to wander around in the room.

"Also, I did not put him in the fridge," Shane said. He was much too tired to argue.

Ryan smiled at the puppet and the puppet smiled back.

"Divorce Shane and run away with me," Ryan heard the Professor's voice in his head.

Disclaimer: This is just a little joke. More Meme than Fic. It's about the characters Shane Madej and Ryan Bergara and has nothing to do with the real people behind them: Brad Pistachio and Brian Cramblish.

a studdy in earth by TokyoTiger91 | NR, 300, on-going

Starting out with this small bit, this is mostly going to be a collection of any alien Shane ideas or one-shots I have. Tags will be updated with each chapter and if there's any warnings they'll be at the top of the chapter

once again getting an idea from a one-off comment by TokyoTiger91 | NR, 700, complete

"Honestly if I were a kid and I had an Ipad I would never learn anything. I'd be six years old watching LiveLeak, my brain would be ruined"

The Wolf King by PhyllisDietrichson | T, 4K, complete

“Then let’s say it reminds me that I am a man. Will that satisfy you?”

Ryan regarded Shane with an implacable eye. Shane, for his part, withstood this with his usual easy amiability.

Ryan found himself unable to suppress a smile from his face. “What riddles you present me with! It seems impossible for me to ever forget that I am a man.”

Simple Math by TheMouthKing & tripwirealarm | E, 118K, complete

While filming Ghost Files, a joke goes off the rails and lights a long-ignored fuse between its two co-hosts, but what’s initially just some fun fooling around under specific parameters leads to increasingly complicated feelings, and when a situation brings those feelings under a microscope, a choice has to be made.

October

The Beauty of the Beast by Gilded_Quill | M, 3K, on-going

Ryan Bergara is an adventurer trying to find his place in the world. He comes in possession of a mysterious map that details a castle that lays in a nearby forest. A castle that there is no record of, and that no one seems to know anything about. Seeing his chance to find this mysterious lost building and along with it his fame and fortune, Ryan sets off. Instead finding the adventure of a life time wrapped in a mystery for the ages.

How to Befriend the Monster in Your Closet by Golden4278 | G, 142K, on-going

Ryan: Hi God, it’s me again. I just moved to LA and I’m really lonely. I need someone to be my friend, someone who understands me. Maybe… you could send me an angel? Yeah! The nicest angel you have.

Demon Shane: *LAUGHS MANIACALLY*

The Only Way Out Is Down by Golden4278 | NR, 14K, on-going

The Bizarre Death of Elisa Lam episode REWRITE! How would things be different if Shane had been Ryan's co-host instead of Brent?

It's about to get spooky in here.

The Long Haul of Living by kameleonten | T, 9K, complete

Shane gets cursed by a witch to live forever. He tries to hide through history, careful not to make a mark. So how he ended up being a somewhat notable Youtube-star is a mystery even to him.

Beasts and Ghouls by MysticalGoog494 | T, 1K, on-going

The creators of the Mythical Beasts have befriended the Ghoul Boys, and after spending some time together, the two pairs can’t deny the electricity between them. Although Shane and Ryan are only in town for a few days for the collab, the group decides to indulge and explore these attractions.

Who You Gonna Call? by Golden4278 | G, 2K, on-going

Ghost Busters! AU

if you want to read some more fics, you can always check out our ao3 collection! see you soon! ♡

[ao3feed-stevebucky]

Vile Creature

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/TZD8jX6

by Hydra_Trash_Goblin

This is a DEAD DOVE fic. READ THE TAGS. Read at your own risk.

Fic takes place in a slightly AU world shortly before FATWS- Bucky is kidnapped by a Hydra remnant faction, is drugged, and strapped to a medical chair/table in some dirty surgery observation room at an unknown location. One of his old handlers is a nameless woman, and she is a sadistic nightmare. She and her team have kidnapped Bucky with the intention of extracting "DNA material" in order to break the code of the serum and/or breed test tube babies with enhanced powers. The woman takes pleasure in her work and Bucky's tears are her delight. Steve Rogers will try to save Bucky but walks right into a trap. They will be medically tortured together for "science reasons" because I am a garbage human that enjoys this.

Lots of porn, but very little plot. Will be multiple chapters. Nothing is beta-read. I haven't written fic in ages. I am open to suggestions for what to do to them in future chapters. Tags indicate what I already have written or have planned. Let me know of spelling and grammatical error, of which I am sure there are plenty.

Words: 2702, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Original Female Character(s), Steve Rogers

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Original Female Character(s), James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, HYDRA Trash Party, Drugged Sex, Kidnapping, Bondage, Rape, Past Rape/Non-con, Medical Kink, Medical Inaccuracies, Medical Procedures, Medical Torture, Cock & Ball Torture, Torture, Genital Torture, Nipple Torture, Nipple Clamps, Sounding, Prostate Milking, Milking, Forced Orgasm, Forced, Forced Ejaculation, Sadism, electro stimulation, E-stim, Anal Fingering, Anal Plug, Urethral Play, Enemas, Bladder Control, Cock Bondage, Cock Cages, Inflation, Needles, Cock Slapping, Men Crying, Crying, Dominatrix, Hydra (Marvel), Imprisonment, Punishment, Sadistic Woman, bladder filing, dominant female, engorged balls, Cock milking, Post Orgasm Torture, Begging, Large Cock, sore cock, swollen testicles, cock milking for science, cock milking for serum, ruined orgasm, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Delay/Denial

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/TZD8jX6

[maybewren]

Carolina chickadee calls are very complex, with certain notes indicating certain meanings, and having a set syntax. There appear to be roughly 6 notes: A, E, B, C, Dh, and D. These labels have no relation to musical notation, by the way. Most calls follow a general descending order. That is, never making a D note before a B note.

https://www.americanscientist.org/sites/americanscientist.org/files/2012731160109212-2012-09FreebergF4.jpg Illustration that explains the general meaning of notes.

Carolina chickadees use this grammar and vocabulary to communicate in a way that is quite similar to the way humans use language. -afa

!!!!!!!!

I fuckim love chickadees and their calls, their calls are even a vocal stim of mine.

[estimaudio]

Hi there fellow E-Stimmers!

We've just released one of our most comprehensive Tri-Phase pack releases to this day.

it's finely tuned and delicately mastered with the latest sound techniques.

It packs a whopping individual 36 tracks, each with their own sound characteristics, structure and feeling. From smooth, round, organic, evolving, punchy and pinchy.

Experimentation is the key here for what gives best results according to taste and preference and setup.

Some track repeat the same pattern, others evolve over time, and will never produce the exactly same patterns, but are alternating, or irregular.

We found arranging quite a difficult job, as all sounds are so different. We tried to shuffle the variety of sounds throughout the entire 36 tracks.

NOTE: Raised funds will go directly to making the Matrix Modulator Software Generator Tool publicly for sale (hopefully within the week to come).

Have a great day & Happy stimming!

Kind regards, E-Stim Audio

[asher-hyperfixation-hell]

WIPs, WIPS, Everywhere (by Whip)

I was tagged by @weekend-whip to do a wip challenge!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.  Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!  And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.  I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either.  Sketch titles?  Comics?  DnD campaigns?  If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

Mama mia... Here we go!!

body pos

mr e

stimming gif nya

transmasc ninja

on my way 2

fucking mint

another cringy ninjago fanfic

Working Alone

SHINY

hehehe... ninjago fic

Parade

Amber Petals

ninjago fic... but in the movie!verse!!

Ninjago fic... but Olivia this time...

Midnight Kisses

Bad at Love

Unwanted Reflection

GIMME MORE KAI AND NYA SCENES COWARDS

BROKEN

Water is Able to Change and Adapt

what's a soulmate?

traffic light lineup

I think that's it haha

(don't feel pressured to do it, but here's people I'm tagging! :D) @legogeek33 @gay-little-sabre-tooth @bllankett @twigs-sprigs

[tenthgrove]

La Squadra (All) Masterlist- Volume 1

Can't find what you're looking for? It may have been moved to the new 18+ NSFW, yandere, or long fic masterlists, or filed under #small asks or #ask la squadra

Everyday Stand Uses

Free-Time Activities

Teenage Teammate

Waking You Up In The Morning (Mildly NSFW)

Babysitting Sorbet And Gelato's Child

You Lose Your Temper While Interrogating Someone (Mildly NSFW)

Meeting Their Long-Lost Sister

Rescuing You From An Abduction

Bed-Sharing

Valley Girl Teammate

Your Period Comes On A Mission

Mothperson Teammate

Magical Girl Teammate

Large-Chested Teammate

Two-Sided Teammate

Whose Lap Is Best To Sleep On?

Cute Colony Stand Teammate

Someone Is Racist To You

Protecting You From An Abusive Ex

Chubby S/O

Killing A Bug For You

Mother Teammate

Reptile Enthusiast Teammate

You Pull Them Into Bed Without Explanation

Civilian S/O

Comforting Your Insecurities

Singer Teammate

Taking You Camping

Healer Teammate

FTM Transgender S/O

Teammate Who Loves to Bake/Cook

Teammate With An Art Stand

You Confess To Them With A Song

Insomniac S/O

Pole Dancer Teammate

Taking In Their Child From A Hookup

You Lose Your Memory After A Mission

Reckless Civilian S/O

Alien Teammate

Teammate With A Powerful, Innocent Looking Stand

Hypersomniac Teammate

You Ask For Affection In Front Of The Team

You Ask For Help In Getting More Revealing Clothing

Autistic Teammate Who Vocal Stims

S/O With A Darkness Stand

You Save Their Life

Catperson Teammate

S/O With A Darkness Stand Part 2

Teammate With Many Tattoos

Teammate With A Dinosaur Stand

Teammate Who Pulls A Mulan On Them

Vampire Teammate

Teammate With An Assassin Background

S/O Traumatised By An Abduction

[audiostim]

Tri-Phase Mood Pads.

An album full of Tri-Phase mood pads, some more intense than others..

Produced and mastered in 96Khz 24Bit.

High quality .WAV files available for download.

[detroitbydark]

Part Two

Character: Commander Fox x Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Fox gets a surprise or two from his Little Mouse

A/N: So like any fic I write, I have no clue where this is going. But half the fun is the journey. Right? 

Part One can be found here on my Masterlist

It is only his own shoddy luck and his Little Mouse’s uncanny understanding of E and E, that allow her to evade him and evacuate from any interaction for the rest of the week.  

A sudden surge in Anti-republic activity had the Guard running ragged to keep up. Fox refused to allow the Coruscant Security Force to regain any footing that he’d so rightfully taken from them. They were not bred and trained to do what his men could and their poor handling of one too many cases connected to the senate and its officials made it very clear that he and his men could perform at a far superior level to then any day of the week. The Supreme Chancellor seemed to agree which only made him more sure of their undertaking.

That said, by the end of the week his Shock Troopers we’re running on stims and a prayer, pulled thin by the multiple officials requiring additional security, but they were still running. Fox himself had only managed a few hours in the office between Tuesday and Saturday in between investigations. While Mouse had been present each time- as he’d expected- she managed to find reasons to wiggle out of his sight the first second she could. He’d begun to second guess his initial assessment of her interest. Luckily, he was hitting the post stim wall and everything not immediately involved with sustaining life was pushed to the far back of his mind to worry about later. It was 0800 Saturday and he was running on 3hrs of sleep in the last 36. His rack was crying out his name. 

On Kamino he’d never been privy to the notion of privacy but the Supreme Chancellor has commended he and his men for their loyalty and dedication to the Republic as such he’d felt them entitled to a somewhat higher standard of living then other clones. Fox had felt unsure of the change at first but the Chancellor had insisted the guardsmen entrusted with his life and the safety of the Senate be allowed private rooms within the greater barracks facilities as reward for their service. While his room wasn’t large by any stretch of the imagination it was his and his alone offering a bed twice the size of anything he’d ever slept in and his own private fresher with hot water that never seemed to quit.

He’d already decided against the shower upon walking through the door as he worked to peel out of his armor and unceremoniously discarded his under armor shirt before collapsing in a heap atop his blankets. Sleep pulled at his consciousness and he was nearly lost to it when he heard the knock at his door, somehow managing to growl out an ‘enter’ order will still face down into the down comforter.

Like a dream his Little Mouse is standing there hesitating in the halo of light that bathes the entry. She’s not in her usual stark GAR issued uniform but form fitting civvies, pants and inky black jacket fitted over a tank top. Why was she concerning herself with him on her day off? 

She takes a step through the open door allowing it to slide shut with a soft hiss behind her.  

Fox pushes himself up right. He takes a moment to scrub at the sleep in his eyes before his focus narrows in on her.

Her eyes are wide and looking everywhere but at him. That’s fine. It gives him time to allow his own eyes an lazy perusal of her soft curves, so often hidden to him.

“It’s Saturday, Mouse.” He notes as she finds a place on the wall to stare at. “What do you need?” His voice is sharper than he’d usually use with her but he has little control over that right now, and for kriff sake, why wasn’t she looking at him?

“Sir, I’m sorry but I have these for you to sign and I wanted to get them done” she rattles through quickly. “and I’m s-so sorry to bother you and I-“

“Mouse! Enough!” He barks and she freezes “and for the love of the Senate, look at me when we’re talking.”

“But Commander your-“ she makes a gesture toward his chest. Fox realizes she’s pointing to his state of undress and slowly rises. He notes the way her eyes rake over him when she thinks he’s not looking. He offers a raised brow pointedly.

Y/N chews at her lip in that very distracting way she did when she was nervous. He groans, unable to stop the soft sound.

“Kriff, just hand be the pad and tell me what I’m signing”

She moves hesitantly and can’t help but roll his eyes as his jaw is stretched into a yawn. He can’t imagine being any less intimidating than he is now, out of armor and minutes from sleep. 

“It’s your field reports and rotation schedule for next week. They’re due by 2200 tonight and you weren’t in the office yesterday and I don’t want you to get in trouble...” One arm crosses over her chest and grips her arm as he takes the pad and signs. “I’m so sorry for bothering you sir.”

He can feel the way her eyes trace the tattoos that cover his right arm from wrist to shoulder and cross over his chest. “You’re not a bother. You just have inopportune timing.” She nods absently, “Y/N?”

“Sir?” She shakes her head in confusion.

“I said something to you. Or were you too busy enjoying my artwork to listen.”  Her eyes have dipped to his arms again.

“Mmhm...I mean… yes- no! Commander Fox, I’d never stare. That was very rude of me.”

Fox can’t help but chuckle. “If I had a few more hours of sleep” he flexes his arms and watches her eyes follow the movement of his muscles bunch, “we could explore each and every centimeter of ink on my body but, unfortunately, for the both of us that’s not the case.” Y/N swallows hard as he hands back the datapad. “Now, unless you’ve decided to crawl into bed with me and pretend to be my favorite stuffed Ewok…” he lets the teasing question hang in the air and is surprised by the swipe of pretty pink tongue across her lips-though less surprised at the stirring he feels low in his belly. 

Later, he’ll think she nearly took him up on the offer. That, or it was simply the delusion of an exhausted man.

“Thank you Commander Fox, I’ll get these filed immediately.” She turns to leave and he clears his throat. She halts mid stride, hand already reaching for the door panel.

“79’s tonight”

“Fox?” He likes the way she drops his title and the breathless way she says his name.

“We’ll be at 79’s tonight if you want to join.”

“I- I may take you up on the offer.”

When she’s gone Fox wastes not a second collapsing back into the bed and crashing into sleep. When he wakes he doesn’t remember the dream of soft kisses and his Little Mouse curled up underneath him.

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The end of another successful week always warrants a celebration. The back booth at 79’s is composed of a contingent of the Coruscant Guard. It wasn’t the most welcoming waterhole in the parsec but they managed and the end of the week brought drink specials that their small quarterly stipends couldn’t turn down. Commander Fox liked to think It did well to show the other troopers that they were just as human as they were or, as Thorn had once pointed out, to remind them that eyes were always on them. Either way the mass of other clones gave them a wide berth. Though the whispered curses, in both Basic and Mando’a, were hard to miss. Eyes from members of the 501st and 332nd- among others- were easily felt and readily ignored.

Rule, Hound and Thire, still in the red and white plastoid armor were taking bets on which would be the first to get the comms of the new waitress, a pretty Twi’lek with pale blue skin and a stunning smile, while Ryk and Wren were at the bar ordering the next round of drinks. Their Grey's blended into the sea of other clones but who knew who they were, he always kept an eye on the kits.  

Fox watches quietly, eyes flitting from his guardsmen brothers and other clones meandering about. He was off the job so the amount of fucks he truly gave about the behavior of the 501st and the rest of the cadre of troops letting loose was negligible. If their command couldn't handle them that was their problem. He just wanted to drink in peace. 

The ice in his glasses rattles wetly as he nurses two fingers of whiskey, Cheedoan with mature smoky notes and a peppery finish. He's on his third of the night. He doubted his invitation, thrown out on a whim, would be accepted but it doesn't stop him from occasionally glancing toward the door. He rolls his tongue along the inside of his lip and let's another sip of whiskey wash along his taste buds. He enjoys the burn though it’s becoming weaker with each passing drink. The sensation warms- like rays of sunshine over bare skin- from the inside dulling the demons that had been eating at him for over a month now.

“You want in on this, Sir?” 

Fox shoots Rule a questioning look. The Sargent seems more than happy to ignore his commander’s lack of focus on the task at hand.

“You think you can get the Twil’s comm?” Rule clarifies, his mismatched eyes sparkling with mischief in the low light.

Fox lets his gaze drift to the woman in question as she moves about the room. Her steps are fluid and she manages to move through the crowd without knocking into any of the inebriated clones or allowing her tray and the drinks atop it to be disturbed in the least. She’s a professional that knows her crowd. She’s got a tempting amount of flesh on display and her lekku- long and elegant- are swept back ever her shoulders. Her hips are pleasantly curved and have a nice dip to them as she moves. He glances at his brothers from the corner of his eye. Hound wets his lips as he watches, never one for playing his cards close to his chest.

“Nah” Fox says after a moment with a shake of his head, “wouldn’t be fair to you” The trio of clones laugh and Thire elbows the younger Hound in the side, head dipping toward Fox as the Commander lets his eyes sweep back toward the main entrance. 

“The Commander has a smaller quarry in mind.” He tips the bottle up in a three fingered grip as he empties the dregs of it. Hound turns a questioning look on the Commander and Fox sighs internally. This again. He doesn’t let on that he’s heard but Thire is not one to let sleeping dogs- or foxes- lie. His look is challenging. “Got a little mouse in his sights.”

Fox shakes his head as the Guardsmen begin to snicker. He’s glad Mouse hasn’t shown. He’d hate for her to be surrounded by children.

“Really, Sir?” Hound asks.

Thire answers, “I bet she’s an absolute spinner, get one that’s wound that tight to finally cut loose…?” He lets the thought hang in the air and the others hum quietly.

Fox feels his lip twitch. Thire wasn’t wrong but he wasn’t about to let it be known that he had the same thoughts. He also didn’t appreciate the cavalier way he spoke about things he knew Sithshit about. It was more than a base level attraction he had for Y/N. He couldn't put his finger on it, a feeling he hadn't felt before, but he enjoyed the way she looked after him. It was like she cared what happened to him. It made him want to do the same for her.  

He’d been halfway to finding out what his Little Mouse really thought of him when they’d been so rudely interrupted earlier in the week and far too exhausted to string together any kind of seduction when she’d turned up in his private quarters this morning.

He could play the long game though and it was only a matter of time until he was given another chance. He was a patient man when the situation called for it and he would get to the bottom of whatever it was that drew his eyes to her.

He raises the glass to his lips and finishes the nearly full drink in one swallow, licking his lips as the glass comes down hard against the table, the ice tinkling merrily as he does.

Fox shakes his head once and gives the boys a calculating smile. “I’m not going to validate any of that with a response.”

“Sir,” It’s Rule’s turn to speak up, “I think your silence tells us everything we need.”

Fox offers a shrug as he slips from the booth, laying down some credits in his wake.

“Maybe so” he offers. He feels the buzz of alcohol in his veins. He needed to cut back before it became a problem but that wouldn't be tonight.  “I'm going to see what's taking the kits so long at the bar.” 

The Twi’lek waitress passes close as he heads toward the long garishly lit bar. Her perfume is sweet, almost cloyingly so. Fox glances over his shoulder as he begins to make his way into the thrum of clones and civilians and shouts back to his vode “my credits are on Hound”.

A roar of laughter follows him as he moves through the crowd. He leans against the bar top as other clones offer him a wide berth. He catches the bar tenders eye and waits his turn to be served.

"Are you going to b-buy me a drink, Commander?" The soft voice catches him off guard as he feels a gentle tug at his greys. He can't help the smile that falls to his lips as he turns.

"Didn't think you'd-" Fox's voice trails off as he takes in the woman in front of him. There is certainly nothing mousy about the dress she's wearing. She's got the black coat she was wearing this morning draped over her arm as she flashes him a nervous smile. He can't help but lean back and give her a long sweeping look. She's added a few inches with strappy heels she's wearing. From there he's treated to a long expanse of bare legs that seem to go on forever. The hem of her dress skims high on her thigh. It's red. Almost a perfect match for his own paint job and he bites back asking if it was a coincidence. She makes a nervous sound and he quickly remembers his manners. "You look stunning, Y/N"

"Thank you Comman- Fox. It's not too much is it?" Any other woman would sound like she was fishing for compliments but with Y/N he knew that it was a genuine question.

Fox let's his eyes trace over her face and guided by alcohol his hand smooths over her hair. it's sleek and longer than he ever thought it would be moving in gentle waves over her shoulders. She's a vision that he knows he hasn't done a damn thing to deserve. "You're lovely. Can I?" he gestures behind him as the bartender heads over.

"What you're having?"

He wastes no time in repeating his order from earlier x2. He can't help but chuckle when she takes her first sip and her face screws into a sour expression. 

"i'm sure it'll grow on me" She jokes.

"If it doesn't, I owe you something else." he promises as he loops an arm around her waist. She stiffens momentarily and Fox wonders if he's crossed the line they've been straddling. She relaxes into his touch and he decides he doesn't care if he has crossed that line. The looks his boys give him as they return only serves to bring a smug smile to his face. 

"Mouse!" Thire and Rule greet in tandem. Y/N presses into his side and he shoots the boys a look that says tone it down, in no uncertain terms. Hound and Ryk scoot to the side as Fox ushers her into the booth, moving in next to her as she does. 

Ryk, ever the sweet youngster offers a gentle smile to their guest, "The Commander didn't tell us you were coming. You look really pretty."

His Little Mouse blushes and dips her chin, "I didn't think I was going to but" she shrugs, "here I am"

Fox feels her knee bump against his and his free hand dips down to rest over it. She looks up at him through dark lashes and relaxes into his side. Taking another sip of her drink she manages not to make a face.

"You don't have to drink that." he reminds as Thire catches his eye. 

"It's growing on me." she hums.

"I hope I do the same."

She laughs, it's the first he's ever heard from her and it's light and effervescent, addictive. "Who says you haven't already?"

"Mouse?" It's Wren, Rule's batchmate, newly returned with a round of shots. "I didn't know you were here? I could have gotten you one too." He points to the neon green test tube. Hound makes a face of disgust.

"You know I hate Sith Spit." he groans and turns to Y/N, "You can have mine."

Y/N gives the trooper a sweet smile and accepts to shot he offers. When all members have them Thire let's out a raucous cheer of K'oyacyi.

The gathered Coruscant Guard answers back. "K'oyacyi!" Y/N joins in quietly a slight second behind the rest and takes her shot before setting the vial down while the others slam their own. Fox laughs and deep rumbling thing that has her smiling up at him shyly. "didn't know you knew Mando'a?"

"I was just following along."

"Careful cyar'ika" he warns playfully, "you never know what your agreeing too" She gives him a curious look and he shakes his head. "you said cheers."

"And cyar'ika?"

"Ancient Mando'a for nosey little mouse" He offers with a straight face. She swats playfully at his arm. It's entirely ineffectual and he smiles like an idiot. It was good to see her loosening up the longer she spent around them. He pushes back the grey GAR issued cap on his head. He hadn't felt this easy going in ages.

"Mouse" Rule speaks up from the otherwise of the booth, "do you dance?"

Fox looks down at her curiously as she shrugs, "Not in a long time."

"Wanna dust off the dancing shoes for me?"

Multiple sets of eyes travel to Fox who puts his hands up, "It's not my decision. If the mouse wants to dance she can dance."

He's said something right because a smile flashes across her face and she nudges at him to move out of the way. Fox relents and Rule takes her hand, helping her to her feet. His eyes follow the pair to the dance floor. 

Thire slides closer, "already ready to lose her?"

Fox shrugs, "she's not mine yet and if you think Rule is going to be the one to snatch her away than your crazy." Thire laughs and goes back to his drink. Fox sips at his drink as he watches Rule's hands fall to her hips. Mouse moves them in enticing circles that make him wish he'd asked her to dance first. The music thrums and the lights flash and his Little Mouse laughs and giggles as Rule spins her around then pulls her in tight to dip her. Every member of the Guard in attendance quiets as they watch her dress ride up her thighs. 

"Maker help me..." Wren squeaks.

"Tell me about it" Hound adds.

Fox is silent as he watches her hair frame her face like a silent mane. Something inside him, a possessive quiet voice purrs mine.

His vision is disturbed a second later as a soldier, clad in blue and white plastoid, blocks his view.

"vod’kyramund"

Brother killer.

The words hit him like a blaster bolt to the gut. 

His shoulders have already gone tense before he’s even slipped from the booth.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that” the words are growled out- a low and dangerous sound that should have warned the clone trooper to check himself.

The trooper lurches into his space knocking against the table, his squad mates quickly moving to hold him back but he shakes them off, “hear or don’t hear what you want but it doesn’t make it less true.”

Fox looks at the pair of men behind the instigator and notes his own team of backup slipping from the booth. 

A half circle has formed up around them and Fox can hear the murmur beginning to rise as more blue and white pops into view. The tension is thick, even a plasma blade would have trouble cutting through it. 

The song ends and he catches Rule pull Y/N close as she attempts to move back to the table. 

Fox makes sure the dreg from the 501st throws the first punch. It'll hurt like hell tomorrow but it'll make the paperwork so much simpler.  

The night disintegrates into chaos from there.

[lyrishadow]

Fictober 7: Sticks n Stones

Prompt 7: “That could have gone better.”

Fandom: Mass effect

Title: Sticks and Stones

Pairing: Kaidan Alenko/ Anthony Shepard

Rating: T (long fic is rated E) Warnings/Tags/notes: part of a larger glimpse of the longer fic "life after death" .

The sounds of metal on rock, hard, a sort of ricochet as the mako plummeted over the cliffside. Fortunately, it was an all-terrain vehicle with jump jets, unfortunately, Anthony Shepard was completely unconscious and behind the wheel.

“Garrus grab the wheel,” Kaidan yelled, well yelled was kind, squawked really, his heart rate was high and if any of the scans he just ran on Anthony was anything to go by it was a warranted reaction on his part.

“How am I meant to grab the wheel when six feet of... Oh.” Kaidan dragged the unconscious Shepard through to the back of the mako, thankful once again that the vehicle was large enough to allow some movement. He only hoped that in all his tinkering around the mako Garrus had some idea of how to drive it.

“ Get us to flat ground ASAP.”

“ Working on it.”

“ Commander?” Kaidan shook the man to try and wake him, to his horror he was pale. Had they known there were thresher maws here they might have been able to at least been ready for it. There had been no clues, not even the usual traffic warnings about a planet - the spores of thresher maws liked to travel from planet to planet on ships. Frowning, Kaidan pushed Anthony’s helmet off his head and then smoothed the sweat matted hair back off his forehead, there was a bruise forming, and a small cut where his helmet should have protected it.

“Shit.” Garrus had managed to stop the vehicle, on a flat surface.

“Anthony?” Kaidan called the commander’s name, the first time Garrus could recall hearing the man sound deathly worried.

“What’s wrong Kaidan? Why isn’t he responding?”

“ I don’t know but this… shouldn’t have been possible?” he waved at the bruising and the cuts to the forehead on Anthony’s left.

“ Show me the helmet. You focus on the medical stuff.” Garrus said grimly, “ Something isn’t right, we will get to the bottom of this.”

“ Medical.” Kaidan nodded, his brain finally switching from mild panic to medic calm; trying to recall exact processes. His mind tried not to imagine why they were in the position they were in. Kaidan got Anthony into a safe position, and he was breathing which made it easier for the next part - scan the patient and establish what is wrong.

As he applied medigel to the cut, and a stim to aid the body in waking from the jolt to the head Anthony started to come around.

“Kaidan… mio amato…” Anthony murmured, lifting his hand to the side of Kaidan's face, Garrus heard the words and frowned, filing them for asking about later. Kaidan leaned into Anthony’s hand for a second then scanned him again.

“ Commander, you scared us.” He said, both to remind Anthony of where and what he was meant to be doing and hide the stress in his voice.

“Ugh…. I guess… That could have gone better.” He struggled to sit up but Kaidan shook his head “ You have a head injury.”

“ I had my helmet on, how do I have a head injury?”

“Your helmet was tampered with.” Garrus handed it to Kaidan who looked horrified.

“Tampered with? Who the hell would do that?”

“Who would have access to your locker?” Kaidan asked, then stopped horrified.

“Yeah, it’s not… I don’t” Anthony sighed “ My head hurts just existing right now.”

“How do we trust anyone on the Normandy? Is there a chance it was on Arcturus?”

“No, I bought the gear new on the Citadel.” Anthony managed to lean himself against the seat in the back of the Mako, his color still pale.

“ Any other strange happenings in the last while, Commander?” Garrus asked.

“I got a strange letter when I left Arcturus. A warning.” Anthony pointed to the bag that he had stowed when he first got on board. “I still didn’t know what it was about so I wanted to ask Kaidan if I got a chance…. Kaid, we trust Garrus not to blab, right?”

“You did just call me your beloved…” Kaidan sighed.

“Heh sorry. Waking up and seeing you…” Anthony shook his head helplessly

as Garrus looked amused between the two "Did I miss something?”

“Kaidan and I met a while ago, and we kept…..” Anthony sighed his hand going to his head.

“We kept meeting at odd places - like directly after Akuze on the ship sent to rescue him. So we have been a couple for a while. It’s not acceptable though so we are trying to keep quiet.” Kaidan continued frowning as Anthony ran a hand through his hair and came back with more blood, this time from around his amp.

“ Shit. learn forward, Garrus, I'm going to need you to support him.”

“Blood around my amp, feeling woozy again.”

“ Stop talking,” Kaidan replied as he took a look and shook his head at Garrus - whoever had tampered with the helmet had done a good job, and the target had really been the amp that Anthony used to channel his biotics. There were scratches, deep ones, around the edges of the amp, a place no biotic likes tampered with because it is the most sensitive part of their system.

“Is it bad?”

“ No biotics until we get back to the ship.”

“ So no chasing pirates.” Garrus added, “ We should head straight back."

"Ok, ok radio Joker, this mission is a bust." Anthony lent back and sighed. He thought of the anonymous letter he had been handed on Arcturus and regretted thinking that it was harmless as long as sticks and stones weren't involved. They would be back on the Normandy soon, at least. Not every planet had a perfect end to it. X

[leafenclaw]

So uh, I have a lot of WIPs

Tagged by @raeofalbion, thank you! ^^

The rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Followers can send an ask with the title that most intrigues or interests them in exchange for a snippet or info about it. 

Tagging: I have no idea who did or didn’t do it, so I sort of want to just... let you do it if you feel like it? But also I’m pretty sure @theteadetective hasn’t done it so there. XD

Divided by fandom, then by progress made on each story. WIPs = Excerpt available (older ones are only available in French) Notes = I can give detailed explanations but no actual writing has been done on this project

Harry Potter

WIPs

Welcome to Hogwarts

Papillon [French]

30 jours pour un ouvrage de compagnon [French]

Eleven Months

Ce n’était qu’un jeu [French]

Cycle des Ténèbres [French]

Impact [French]

Le chant de l’Augurey [French]

Phénix [French]

The Paintings Room [French]

Ω [French]

Notes

Courtship

Cursed

Going the Muggle Way

I Am Snake

Muggle

The Chessmaster

Magic isn’t real

Memories (that haven’t happened yet)

New Body

Secret Keeper

Survival

Reversal

Whirlwind

The Mentalist

WIPs

Eighteen Hours

Kindred

RJ goes after Lisbon

The Road

Fearful Symmetry

Amour Courtois

Visions

Castles in the AIR

The Lives Not Lived

Little Lady

Damned if We Don’t

Gem

Notes

Tag Project

Carnival

Adrift

Born into magic

Con after 4x10

Cyberpunk AU

Sedoretu

Coma

Post-BB Island

Ace!Jane/Lisbon

Jane is Red John

Jane missed the plane

Dreams

Pilot AU

Magic AU

Blind

Carmen & the BA

Earthquake

Haunted Necklace

Hypnosis

Jane drops RJ

Sheriff of Napa

Killer (Kill Her)

Empty Glamour

No Bursting Bubble

No Deed

OVNI

Post-Fugue Pregnancy

It’s over (is it over?)

Red Moon AU

RJ is Wainwright

Rover Death

Rover Sharing

Rush to Lisbon

Tiger cubs at the zoo

Vegas AU

Witch Revenge

Working with Haffner

Wrong RJ (ties in with Fearful Symmetry)

Ring, no ring

Undercover Pretend Relationship

Winter Coffee

Office Gossip

Thwarted

In the Woods

Crystal

The Job Conundrum

Youtube Sensation (ties in with Eighteen Hours)

Timeless

WIPs

You know you want to (click)

Definition of Happiness

This side of the road

Flogan Thing

Notes

Crossroads

Fate, Uncertainty, Free Will

Burn

Believer

Garcyna Shared Past

Solarpunk (Fanboy Wyatt)

Garcy Inter-worlds

Negative Outcome Universe

TM Crossover (Beach edition)

Emma raises Lucy’s brother

Internet Cryptid

How to make things worse

One Trip

Trapped in the past

Wyatt AFAB

Emmaley

A reason for turtlenecks

Memento

Elementary

WIPs

Haptics

Rarefied Heights

Ashes

Letters across worlds

creatures!Holmes & Moriarty

A Game With Proper Stakes

Brownstone Shenanigans

Graveyard Conversation

Death Day

Notes

Butterfly

Conversations

Sabbat - E Version

M&M - Switch/canon compliant/AU

Matching Stims

Haunted

Inversion

Coffee Shop Not-Quite-AU

Restaurant VS Coffee Shop

Already knew

Ginger Candy

Incarceration

Powers (reality)

Amnesia (Unknown)

Jamie has 7 cats

Fandom

Immortals (keeping score)

Mermaid AU

Neighbours

Nocturne-verse

Shared Fingerprints

Werewolf AU

Collapse

Daemons-verse

HP AU (+potato verse)

Labyrinth AU

Siblings-verse

Timeless AU

Bell the Marshall

Cell Sharing

Elevator Hit

GD over Morland

Head of the Organisation

Irene wasn’t there

J works with J

Kidnapping

Kitty

Media Room (keeping up the act)

Moran killed

ONS before 2011

Potato-verse

Search History Dating Website

Snowed In

WF’s fanfic (RPF consequences)

Everyone’s Videos

Vikner’s TA

Pins Everywhere

Criminal Trio

Stepping Up (Not Always A Great Idea)

Reset (3 versions)

BBC Sherlock

WIPs

Bed

Elevator

Crossover Thing

Notes

Fae human & Changeling

AJI College

On Needs and Needing You

No Trauma (right)

Snowed In

Jumanji

Notes

Soulmates (Meet Before Time)

Bodyswap (different from canon)

Detention

Judy wins

Wrong clues

Missing Piece

Nigelstone

no touching

Nonbinary

Tattoos

Feel free to ask about any of these, but please add the fandom with the title so I can find which story we’re talking about more easily XD

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

3, 12, 14, 15

Thanks a million for the ask! (Sarah already asked for The Whole List, but I'll elaborate a little.)

3. What TV show can you quote the most?

Definitely the Teen Titans cartoon. I am an absolute nerd who has seen every single episode upwards of 10 times, read transcripts (and way back in my childhood, I even printed a couple out to read at my leisure), and I also use TT quotes as vocal stims and have a few "custom memes" with solely me, myself, and I from edited Teen Titans quotes.

the runner-up is probably Yugioh: The Abridged Series, but I have no excuse for that one aside from thinking it's funny sometimes.

12. Blue jeans, skinny jeans, leggings, shorts, or no pants at all?

No pants at all, thank you! My entire wardrobe is skirts, and the only exceptions were when I worked at jobs that required me to wear pants. I even had khaki skirts for working at the pet store.

I do wear leggings when it's cold outside and I'm wearing a shorter-than-usual skirt at work (because I don't follow modern grooming protocols with my leg hair, and so I try to keep my legs covered because it would probably be seen as ~unprofessional~), but as soon as I'm off work I'll take them off.

14. Could you ever be a vegetarian?

Easily! I actually went vegetarian at age 14, then added fish back around age 21. I'm pescatarian now, so all I'd have to do is stop eating fish... but that would hurt my heart (and probably my stomach) a little because I love fish, and most vegetarian proteins and I don't get along.

15. Hardback, paperback, or e-books?

This one is always entirely "It Depends" for me. For carrying around and reading (and rereading), hardbound books are much more resilient. I usually get hardback when I'm buying a book I know I'll really enjoy, because I know I'll be rereading it. They're quite heavy though, and my shoulders and back are happier carrying around a paperback. Used, out-of-print books tend to come in paperback form, and the old books I collect tend to be hardback.

Usually if I'm trying a new series or author I'll go paperback, and if I know I'm going to enjoy it (or can find a used one for less than ten dollars), I'll go hardback. I think I got my hardback copy of Seraphina for $7 on ThriftBooks?

For books that I'm reading as a reference, like communication and personal growth books, I'll sometimes buy the e-book because it's So Much Cheaper. But even with those, I prefer to have a physical copy that I can bookmark and insert notes in. I've been given kindles before, and it was a pleasant enough reading experience for books I'm not sentimentally attached to, but they always stop working for some reason.

I'm also a wee bit paranoid about "digital media can be taken away from you at any time", and especially if it's a book that I've really enjoyed, I have zero desire to risk it being taken away, the kindle breaking, the file being deleted, or anything else that could lead to a loss of access to those specific arrangements of words.

[arodrwho]

small autisms of 1 martin blackwood:

walks vry specific paths through the archives. goes over a specific pattern of carpet squares as he moves from, say, his desk to the break room, or from his desk to jon’s office, or from his desk to that particular file cabinet, or etc.

bumps into ppl sometimes bc he’s watching his feet instead of where he’s going. rip martin

he doesn’t really do going nonverbal, not like jon does, but some days it is just so much nicer not to talk. like, he pretty much always can, and it’s not even exhausting or anything? but it’s just. nicer. to not to

one of the nicer things about the deal with peter lukas (inasmuch as any of them are really nice) is that he can actually get away with not talking on those sorts of days

u know how he talks to the tape recorders? he does that with all kinds of objects. all kinds.

desk? yes. chair? yes. pencil? yes. book? yes. teapot? yes.

just always cold. always. all the time. needs.. sweater. so many sweater

h a t e s  covers of songs. they’re DIFFERENT and that’s WRONG

chews on his sweater sleeves. tries very hard not to

cannot with spicy.

does funky little pressure stims like crossing all his fingers on top of each other & leaving them there, or like. sticking them in pen clips

[egosandchaosandmoreohmy]

Commission for @catgirlwarrior

Summary: Eric and Derek are invited to their first ego meeting, but things don’t turn out well for Eric when his Dad meets Ed Edgar.

Trigger Warnings: Abuse, Shitty Dads, Threatening Scenes, Violence

Eric knew he wasn’t the greatest son in the world. He was nothing like his deceased siblings and failed to do any of the things that they excelled in. Paired with the fact he was cripple and autistic, he didn’t impress his dad. At all. In fact, his dad would rather he’d died in the bus accident than any of his brothers. It wasn’t news to him, in fact, it was a common fact in his life. But having his dad talk about how much he hated him with another ego? That was an all new low, even for him.

Eric and Derek had been invited to the ego headquarters to join in their first-ever meeting. Eric had been genuinely excited at first. Even though he hated social interactions, it would have been great to perhaps find someone to bond with after the years of forced isolation by his dad. Though it seemed Derek found a friend first, specifically, Ed Edgar. Eric had heard how Ed wasn’t a fan of kids, so he didn’t really want to interact, but his dad wouldn’t let him off on his own.

“So, you had sixteen kids with yer late wife?” Derek nodded in response, taking a sip from his water.

“Yes. And the only survivor was this failure.” He made a vague gesture towards Eric that had Ed cracking a smirk.

“I know how it feels. Had three kids originally. The only one I have now is the worst of the three. Real shitbag. Can see why his mom didn’t wanna take him, and why I haven’t been able to sell him.” Derek smirked.

“Probably better than Eric, the kid can’t do anything except cry and hug his handkerchief. He’ll never get a decent job cause he’s crippled. He keeps asking for new prosthetics too, but he’s just being ungrateful. I give him a job, and he just wants money and new legs.” Ed shook his head.

“A true shame he couldn’t be like his brothers.”

“Before or after the accident?”

“After.” They shared a laugh, but Eric wasn’t laughing. In fact, he was on the verge of breaking down. He suddenly stood from his seat, getting a look of pure disgust and hatred from his father.

“Where do you think you’re going, brat? Running off to act like the freak you are?” He was beginning to stand, and Eric panicked, running from the other as fast as he could without his prosthetics slipping off. He was crying hysterically, ducking into the first room he could find that wasn’t locked. He locked it shut so Derek couldn’t get in before turning to see a surprised Edward Iplier. He was in the middle of a conversation with Wilford, who was also in great shock to see Eric cowering against the door and crying.

“I-I-I’m so-sorry, I-I can g-go, I-I di-didn’t m-mean to-to int-interrupt--” Edward shook his head, slowly getting up with his hands raised to show he meant no harm to the other.

“Hey.. You’re alright, you didn’t do anything wrong. Do you mind telling me your name? I’m Dr. Edward Iplier, I’m the physician here.” He glanced down at Eric’s legs, taking note of his ill-fitted prosthetic limbs. “Do you need new ones?”

Eric couldn’t answer, considering running back out before hearing his dad outside.

“Where the fuck did you go-” could be hissed outside the heavy wood, and he quickly scurried behind the other two, trembling in fear at the sound of his father’s anger.

Edward glanced at Wilford before giving a silent nod.

“Here honey, why don’t we go to the back and talk? Wilford will take care of the bad man outside.” Wilford grinned, gently patting his shoulder.

“Indeeeeed, I wiiiiill!” Eric liked the strange accent he had, the funny voice making him grow quiet before he nodded in agreement. Edward smiled kindly, helping him up and walking him back to the care stations as Wilford turned towards the door. Eric swore he saw the glimmer of something gold, but he wasn’t entirely sure what it was. Besides, Edward was trying to talk to him, and he needed to focus on the words fully.

“So, do you wanna tell me your name kid? I need information to create your profile.”

“O-Oh.. I-I-I’m, E-Eric D-De-Derekson-”

“Oh! You’re one of the new egos, correct? I should have a profile for you then-” He moved to a computer, typing in some things before smiling.

“There you are! So Eric, you need new prosthetics, right? I should have some that’ll fit much better than the ones you have currently.”

Eric seemed so dazed, confused by what exactly was going on now. Why did they care so much? He couldn’t understand why Edward wanted to help him so much, or why Wilford seemed to want to help deal with his dad.

“W-Why are y-you he-helping m-me..?” The shocked expression on Edward made him hide, and he was ready to get yelled at.

“Oh honey… Everyone deserves help, and I can see your dad’s denied you of that... Come here, you’re gonna stay with me from now on because your dad obviously doesn’t treat you with the respect and love you deserve.” Eric was crying again, overwhelmed by his words, and he hugged his handkerchief close as he tried to calm down.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry, dear… Here, let’s go get those new prosthetics. You like yellow, right?” Eric nodded, hiding his face as he felt Edward carefully take off his “legs”. It felt weird, the scarred stumps of what used to be there exposed to the doctor. He gently held what was left his legs before looking up at Eric with a parental care in his eyes, looking truly sadden by seeing what he had to experience at such a young age. He pulled away after a few minutes, getting the prosthetics and gently strapping them on. They already felt much better than before, and Edward helped him up to do a test walk on them.

Though his movements were awkward and clunky, he could move a lot better than before, and he hugged Edward tight in thanks. Though a bell had them jerking away from each other, a signal that dinner was about to start.

“Let’s go Eric, I heard they’re having meatloaf tonight. I could perhaps ask Chef for celery for you too? Your file said you like to stim with it.” Eric blushed and nodded sheepishly. Edward smiled fondly at him, gently holding his hand before walking out with him. The hallways were empty, and they took great care to avoid other egos in case Eric panicked anymore. They slid into the kitchen, seeing an energetic man happily finishing up dinner, and Edward smiled at the German man.

“Hey, Chef. You have any celery that Eric can have?”

“Ja! It’s on the top shelf of the fridge mein friend!” He flashed a brilliant smile at the two. Edward swiftly got the vegetable, taking a stalk or two before heading back to Eric and helping him out to the dinner table.

Many stared as the man took a seat next to the doctor, a seat normally reserved for the Host, but he wasn’t going to show up today, too busy with his radio show. He nervously started snapping the celery, the sound helping him calm down and focus. Though panic quickly surged through him when he heard the door slam open. His dad was there, looking exhausted from running from the gun-wielding psychopath that Wilford was. He slumped into a chair normally reserved for Dark, though being as self-entitled as he was, he boldly took the seat for himself. Eric tried to be as unnoticeable as possible, which seemed to be working since Edward hid him behind him a little.

Ed Edgar grinned at his acquaintance.

“You manage to find the little squirt?” Derek glared at the question.

“No, he gave me the slip. I think he sent that weird pink, fruity guy after me too. As soon as I see him, he’s going to get an ass beating for it.” Eric was on the verge of crying. Did they truly not notice him and the other egos? Many looked at them both in disgust, but suddenly the room turned cold. Derek was too busy laughing at another insult he’d thrown about his own child to notice it. When he noticed no one else was laughing or even really responding, he looked about.

“What’s wrong with you all?” Ed only managed to shakily point a finger behind him. He looked up to see the cold face of the one and only Darkiplier behind him. He jerked his head to the side, neck popping before it returned to its initial position.

“I see that we have invited swine into our headquarters.” He spoke coldly, a hand reaching down to grip his hair before suddenly Derek was thrown to the far wall. A crack was heard, most likely his ribcage, as he made hit the wall. Dark then turned to the cop of the egos.

“Frank? If you could kindly escort Mister Derekson off the premises, that would be kindly appreciated.” He caught Eric’s trembling figure in the corner of his eye.

“Ah, and please keep the other. Mister Eric here is permitted to stay, per Wilford’s orders since he’s quite keen of keeping him as his own child.” Wilford had conveniently appeared as if on cue.

“Oh shucks, Daaaaarkling! You don’t have to expoooooose me!” Dark rolled his eyes before taking his seat, Frank scrambling to lift Derek up and take him out to his car. He’d probably have to drive him home, but Dark didn’t particularly care. Dinner slowly commenced, idle chatting with a few of the younger egos eagerly talking to Eric and complimenting him on his new prosthetics. Wilford and Edward both kept an eye on him, making sure he had a proper meal since the other seemed a tad too thin to be really healthy, and they both smiled like proud parents when he’d snap the celery to calm himself down again. They were both going to absolutely spoil him.

After dinner, Edward helped Eric up into what would be his room. The mansion that served as their headquarters and home always seemed to shift and move, adding rooms and removing them as needed. Wilford had tagged along to help Eric settle in, bringing him to a room with a white door. They waited for him to open the door, wanting to see the excitement of opening what was soon to be his new home. He did after a few minutes, surprised to see the room was a pastel yellow, his favorite color.

There was a window that looked out into the garden of the mansion, and pristine white curtains framed the window. The carpet was as equally white, and it was quite fluffy too. A desk sat under the window, a comfy chair in front of it, and a bed next to it. His bed was a full sized bed with blue and yellow blankets and looked absolutely soft to the touch. He had a closet opposite his bed that was full of new clothes. There were fairy lights around the top of the ceiling, and there was storage space with a gift basket on top of an empty bookcase. Eric looked ready to either cry or pass out from all the kindness.

He turned to hug them both, crying as he thanked them repeatedly for all they had done, for helping him through so much. They didn’t mind, shushing and cooing to him. It was officially, he was now a part of their family, and they weren’t ever going to let this child go back to his poor excuse of a father. They’d be dead before that happened.

[grim9static]

Zenith and Vin?

SCREAMING thamk u my dude

ON ZENITHS BULLSHIT

1- he used to have a big grudge against rozen, but decided hes too tired to hold grudges, and now considers them a friend

2- he's a very good cook! And all of his plant ingredients are from his own garden!

3- HE GARDENS!! A huuuuge section of his house is an enormous garden, filled with flowers, vines, moss, fruits, veggies, and crazy ass trees! He adds to his collection of weird plants daily by picking up seeds when he goes on walks

4- his favorite color is purple!

5- he's a huge cuddler,, especially when hes sleepy uwu he will always go for hugs when the opportunity strikes, and cant sleep properly unless hes holding something

6- he grinds and clicks his teeth as a stim and to keep them filed down, like a rabbit

7- he lost his eye in a fight with a "dragon" :>

8- he's a mama's boy!! His mom's name is Belladonna and he loves her very much, frequently visiting her down in Irabes

9- he H A T E S grapes s o m u c h. If you have the audacity to even set one in front of him he will scrunch

10- he loves to buy people things, and will leave you little gifts and things around in places you frequent

ON VINS BULLSHIT

1- nobody knows where he keeps all his knives but he seems to have an unlimited amount

2- he calls Rozen mom :3

3- he swears he doesnt shop exclusively at hot topic and gordmans but nobody believes him

4- he used to have a lot of friends, but he realized none of them were very cashmoney to him :'(

5- hes responsible for many cases of "accidental" arson

6- he's attempted at gardening before but he got frustrated that nothing would grow because he was using salt water and he was planting carrots on the beach. Bare in mind he was 3

7- he has random fits of Going Feral and will turn into basically a cat for a few seconds. What triggers this is unknown, but its adorable

8- hes really good at sneaking but something ALWAYS blows his cover, be it a sneese or he trips on air

9- despite looking like he'd be quite graceful, bare in mind he does a lot of his work in thigh high stiletto boots

10- he started a group chat of everyone he knows and barely never contributes, he just sits back and watches the chaos