#ehh i'll leave the tag

[rindomness]

something SO personal to me about magnus “the protector” burnsides and his arc of learning to rely on others just as much as they rely on him. he means so much to me

[yammpi3]

𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒎𝒆? 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚? // WC: 1.4k

— feat. disassembly drone N x worker drone reader

synopsis. N is out on patrol when he catches you inside a class room finishing up some homework, once you’re done he walks you home and stays for awhile.

— content warnings. its just fluff, hand holding and a cheek kiss ;3

— authors note. I DONT KNOW HOW TO WRITE FOR ROBOTS, tried my best guys I know some things lore wise but ehh….i had to add random things for it to fit all together ANYWHO love this little guy he’s so adorbs (this is not proof read btw…)

 N trudged through the dimly lit hallways of the school facility, his joints creaking slightly after a long and tedious patrol cycle. All he wanted now was to shut down for recharge, but duty compelled him to remain vigilant. He peeked into each classroom as he passed, scanning for any signs of unusual activity or potential threats.

 

Just as he was about to move on, a faint sound caught his attention from the next room up ahead. Cautiously, N approached the doorway and peeped inside. There, across the room, was you—seated at your desk with a look of deep concentration etched across your screen. Your optical units were focused intently on your laptop, typing away to what seems like an essay.

 

N found himself transfixed, unable to tear his gaze away from you. The way your brow seemed to furrow ever so slightly, the subtle shifts in your posture as you worked—it all captivated him. He couldn't help but just admire you.

 

Time seemed to slow as N stood there, covertly observing. All he knew was that he didn't want this moment to end—to tear himself away from the sight before him.

 

After a few more minutes, you sat back with a satisfied nod and began powering down your computer. N's core fluttered nervously—now was his chance. "Hey bud, you headed home soon?"

 

His voice startled you, and your gaze met his with a smile. "Just wrapping things up here." You closed your laptop and set it inside your backpack while N fidgeted.

 

Why was it so hard to find the right words around you? Taking a steadying vent of air, N plowed ahead. "I was thinking, uh, since we both go the same way and all...wanna walk together?" His speech stumbled as flustered static crept in. "For! Uhm, for safety purposes of course."

 

"You trying to ditch patrol again, N?" His display flashed a brighter yellow in embarrassment. Of course you'd seen right through his feeble excuse. But to N's relief, your tone was teasing rather than accusing.

 

"No, no, honest!" he rushed to clarify. "I just...want to make sure you get home safe, you know? You never know what's lurking around." N chuckled awkwardly, feeling his face heat further. "But no pressure! I'll leave you be."

 

He started to scurry off, but you called after him. "Wait up, doofus; I was just messing with you. Sure, you can tag along."

 

 

N almost tripped over in excitement as he turned back to you. "You serious? I mean, of course you're serious; why wouldn't you be? Just didn't expect-" He cut himself off, seeing your amused expression. "Right, shutting up now. You, uh, are you ready to head out?"

 

You gave a final check that your desk was clear before nodding. "All set."

 

As you walked out of the school, N rambled on about his day. "Man, patrol was so boring today. At least now I get to hang with you for a bit." He swung his arms energetically as he walked alongside you.

 

 

As the two of you exited the school building, a cool breeze blew past. N shivered slightly despite having no organic components. "Brr, sure is chilly tonight. Glad I don't have to stand outside on patrol much longer."

 

You chuckled at his reaction. "Aww, does the big bad robot 'ave a wittle cold circuit?" N shot you a sideways glance, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "Oh hush..”

 

 

Laughing, you slung an arm around N's shoulders in a mock hug. "Aw, it's okay, I'll keep you warm!" Much to your amusement, this only caused N to blush further while stammering incoherently. Smirking, you released your hold and continued on ahead.

 

As your optics adjusted to the darkness, you noticed N nervously scanning the shadows with his bright glow. "Relax bolt-brain; nothing is sneaking up on us tonight. You're the scariest thing around these parts," you teased, nudging him playfully.

 

N rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, well, better safe than sorry, right? Patrol's got me on high alert, I guess."

 

N shuffled closer to your side as you both made your way down the living quarters, wrapping his tail carefully around your leg. Though he claimed it was for protection, you suspected he simply enjoyed being close. Not before long, the row of housing units emerged into view.

 

"Well, this is me," you said, gesturing to the doorway of your home. N peered at it curiously. "Wanna come in? My folks are working overtime at the door again, so we've got the place to ourselves."

 

N hesitated, fidgeting anxiously. "I, uh, don't want to intrude or anything.”

 

"Don't worry so much," you said reassuringly. "Like I said, my parents are working late, so it's just us. And I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want the company."

 

N still seemed unsure, nervously twisting his hands together. His eyes flickered from you to the doorway and back again. You could tell he wanted to accept the invitation, but something was holding him back.

 

Sighing softly, you placed a gentle hand on his arm. "Look, I get if it seems weird since we're different models. But to me, you're just N—my friend. You've always got my back, and I want to return the favor. So what do you say? Wanna come in and hang longer?

 

After a moment, he smiled shyly. "You really see me as a friend? Even though I'm probably the lamest murder drone ever built."

 

You grinned and punched his arm playfully. "Duh, why else would I hang out with you? Now come on!!”

 

You led N down the hallway to your room. "Not much, but it's home. Make yourself comfortable."

 

Kicking off some stray debris, you plopped down on your bed and gave it an encouraging pat. "Park it, toaster." N did so nervously, taking in the cozy atmosphere.

 

With a flick of your wrist, you played some upbeat nightcore music; it played at a comfortable volume.

 

N sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, listening to the upbeat music pulsing through the room. "Cozy set up you've got here," he said, his gaze flitting around nervously.

 

"Yeahhh”  you replied with a shrug, leaning back on your hands. "So, being a murder drone. Bet that's...umm...murder-y?"

 

N couldn't help but chuckle at your lame joke. "Ha, yeah, I guess you could say that. It's uh, it's definitely something." He leaned back, debating how much to say.

 

"Mostly it's just... fixing up the ship, or stopping V from taking out another one of you guys, that sort of thing." His attempt at casual humor fell flat, but you nodded encouragingly.

 

"It can be tense though," N continued more seriously. "When intruders show up, lives get put at risk. The pressure to terminate threats efficiently, without fail...it's a lot." He took on a faraway, troubled look.

 

Fizzling out, N sighed softly. "Truth is... I'm not just some cold killer bot, you know? I care about protecting this place and keeping everyone safe. Including..." His gaze met yours shyly. "Including you."

 

 

Gently, you reached out to take his hand in yours. N jumped slightly at the contact but didn't pull away. "I know you care, you dork. You wouldn't keep risking your wiring to walk me home otherwise."

 

"Well, uh, it's just standard procedure! Gotta look out for...others and all that ha—ha…”

 

You chuckled. "Sure thing. We both know you just looovee my charming personality." Squeezing his hand reassuringly, you leaned in until your faces nearly touched.

 

"Listen N. Killing isn't all you are; it's what you have to.. Uh do.. And I like who you are—awkward jokes and all."

 

You gently lifted a hand to cup his cheek. N hitched at the contact, but he didn't pull away, instead leaning into your palm with a soft sigh. Gathering courage, you pressed a kiss to the cold metal.

 

When you drew back, N's smile could have powered the whole facility.

 

N's cheek plates flushed a deeper yellow as he leaned into your palm, still processing what just happened.

 

"I, uh...wow." Was all he could manage at first, a flustered chuckle escaping him. You smiled fondly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

 

"Are...are you sure about this?" He looked at you. "I mean, me? Really?"

 

"N, relax." You said softly, brushing your thumb over his knuckles in a soothing rhythm.

"R-right, sorry. I just... care about you. A lot." His gaze became unusually intense.

 

Your core swelled at his words. Leaning close once more, you pressed your forehead to his with a murmur. “Stay for tonight?”

 

Eyes closed, he nuzzled gently into the embrace. "Y-yeah. I can um.." he swallowed before he continued, “do that..yeah”

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[gh0stsp1d3r]

I know you probably have a lot on your head, but i need to ask you this ( i absolutely LOVE your writing style and everything<33)

If i could request Hobie x Chubby!Reader, also AFAB, mostly fluff, maybe with a little bit of angst (insecurities hit hard lately) something like that.

Also, if you decide to take the request, take your time, no rush hun (i'll wait as long as i'll have to).

-Take care<33

thank you sm love!! I’m glad you like it! Also whatever hobie says in this is 100% true. Listen to my boy guys

Stars

“You ready yet?” He yelled from outside, you were getting ready in his bathroom to go on a date.

“Give me a sec!” You shouted back, putting on your earrings, and stepping outside.

He turned at the sound of the door, smiling widely.

“You look great.” He said.

“So do you..” you said, smiling back.

“Alright, let’s go.” He said, when a portal suddenly appeared in front of you both.

“Hey guys!! You both look great, but could you watch mayday for a little? It’ll only be like for 2… or 4 hours.. I’m super busy with spiderman stuff and-“

“Well, we would but we’re just about to go on a date-“ you started.

“Great! I’ll pay you when I get back.” He said, handing you mayday, a bag, and quickly leaving.

You looked at Hobie who sighed and shook his head.

“Alright.. well… up to the roof we go!” He said, grabbing mayday and you looked at him in confusion.

“While we can’t have a date at the restaurant, it’s a nice night, we can reschedule. We’ll just have a date.. with mayday I guess.” He said.

You smiled at him “Alright. Cool with me.” The three of you going upstairs and onto the roof.

He put mayday down, as she crawled around the roof. You both sat down, looking at the stars.

Mayday came over to you both and sat down next to you both.

“There’s Sirius. And that’s Cassiopeia.” You pointed to them, showing mayday the stars and constellations.

Hobie smiled at you, and a thought appeared in his head.

It wouldn’t be so bad to have children of your own in the future.

A little after, Mayday fell asleep. You both got up and put her on the couch.

You and Hobie both sat at the dinner table now.

“Sorry I made you get ready for nothin’. You still look stunning though.”

“Ehh.. I don’t know..” you mumbled, messing with the end of your dress.

He looked at you. He knew you were insecure, he knew by the longing stares in the mirror, and when you looked at other people who you thought were pretty.

“Look at me.” He said.

You looked at him.

“Beauty standards are bullshit. We don’t listen to them, yeah? It’s stupid, and you’re so beautiful. Even if you can’t see it, you’re gorgeous. And I will murder anyone else who even thinks otherwise.”

You started to tear up at his speech, and laughing at the end. He wiped away your tears with a smile.

“I love you, alright?”

“I love you.” You kissed him.

“Aww. So cute.” Peters voice made you both jump, he was staring at you both with a smile.

“Peter!”

“How long have you been there?”

“Very long. Alright, I will grab mayday and see you two lovebirds later.” He said, grabbing the bag, then mayday and leaving:

You both laughed and smiled at the end of the day. He was right, there was no reason to think about something so small and silly when you have a great life ahead of you.

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[cosmicstarlatte]

Your work is AMAZING! I hope you're proud of yourself! 💕

I was wondering if you could write how the brothers would react to finding out you're insecure about your body/ looks? I feel like Lucifer and Beel would be so so sweet to MC 🥰

Have a wonderful rest of your day and stay safe!

Thank you!!! 🥺 Sorry for the wait friend, I nervously kept rewriting this for a while 😆♡

MC Feeling Insecure (Obey Me!)

"The truth is...I've always been insecure about my body and how I look." You say, confiding in your favorite demon one day.

»Characters: Demon Bros

»Tags: GN Reader, Fluff/Some Humor, Bulleted Style, Levi being down bad in his weird sweet way, Satan with the rizz™️

»Notes: I use beautiful+gorgeous+darling so if that bothers you then you should probably skip this!

Lucifer:

"You like to give me headaches." (Affectionate)

He just thought you knew how beautiful you are, he was surprised

The avatar of pride was going to teach you a lesson, it's what he does best after all

"We'll work through it together. I'll show you what I love about you."

And show you he did; he kissed every part of you that he loved- which was everything

He would tell you how great you looked, even in front of others

He took pride in that; it comes in many forms you see

He gave you daily affirmations and was patient with you on your bad days

One day he held your face gently and made you look at him: "I've been around for centuries and have had the opportunity to see all the realms...and I'd never met someone as beautiful as you." ♡♡♡

Mammon:

"Huh?"

He got real quiet...he was mildly annoyed

Actually, he started getting a little mad

How could you not see how perfect you are!?

Fine! Tch!

He took both your hands and looked at you intensely, knowing his face was burning

"Listen here-!"

"YoureTheMostBeautifulBeingInAllTheRealms!"

"You'rePerfection! ICantKeepMyEyesOffYou!"

Although his face was burning, he hoped in his heart that you understood how beautiful you are, it hurt him to think you thought otherwise

From then on he made an effort everyday (he hoped it helped) to tell you something he liked about you in his own Mammon way

Usually via text bc in person was too much for the tsundere sometimes

(1) New text from Mammon: Look all I'm sayin' is I know beautiful treasure when I see it, got it?

Levi:

"Ehh!?!"

He was not having it!

He thinks you're the most perfect thing ever!

The most precious thing to have ever graced his disgustingly bleak life!

He felt a little bad at his outburst, he didn't mean to disregard your feelings

He knows a thing or two about insecurities after all

But he just cannot have you thinking that way and wanted to help you if he can!

The demon otaku pulled out a ready made powerpoint on why you're the absolutely perfect 3D partner

"L-look... all in all...you're beautiful! And I'll do a-anything I can to help you see that!"

He made it a point to worship you every day no matter how nervous he was

Yes he started a fan club, yes everyone else joined

Even Henry and Cerberus were a part of it

Satan:

"Hm. To think, I didn't expect someone as gorgeous as you would actually give me the time of day."

Tbh he also understands insecurities with one's self

He didn't know you also suffered through the same; and he wasn't going to let you go through it alone

"For what it's worth, I think you're absolute perfection." He said placing a kiss on your forehead

Brought out some self help books and the two of you went through them together

He would leave you daily positive handwritten notes

That didn't stop him from telling you how gorgeous you are in person though

Asmo:

"What!? I think you're absolutely gorgeous...Do you want to talk more about it?"

He was familiar with insecurities too, unbeknownst to...nearly everyone, so he sure as hell wasn't going to let you go through this alone!

He lent an ear and reassured you that you were so perfect and that you'll see it one day like so many others do

"Do you know how many demons and monsters we have to chase off everyday!?" "What!?" "Nevermind! But darling you are downright gorgeous down to your soul!"

Your personal hype man

Started hyping you up every morning before RAD...eventually everyone started joining in, even Lucifer

Beel:

"You're perfect the way you are?"

This big guy was confused, he didn't mean to sound rude or anything to your feelings

He just wasn't prepared for your confession

He thought you were divine; if he didn't know any better he'd think you were from the celestial realm

No matter-- he was going to help you see your beauty one way or another

He hugged you tightly, "Thank you for trusting me"

He held your hand as the two of you talked and he tried to reassure you the best he could

He covered you in kisses and, if you were okay with it, gave extra attention to the parts you hated

"You're delicious in so many ways. You're really beautiful."

Looked up ways to make you feel better and made you a jar with little daily affirmation notes ♡

Like everyone else, also told you personally everyday how beautiful you are

Belphie:

"...That's dumb."

Okay, even he thought that came out a little harsher than intended...leave it to him to be blunt

"I mean, I literally dream about you and when I'm awake you're better than any dream. You're beautiful."

He hugged you in hopes of making you feel better

"Look I'm not good at these things but I'll remind you everyday how amazingly gorgeous you are, alright?"

If you happen to nap/sleep together, he will whisper sweet stuff into your ear

"I'll keep saying these things until you believe it. And continue to, even after you realize it yourself."

⬦You might also like: You ARE The Father︱Giving Him Flowers︱Only You (Lucifer) ︱Radiant (Beel)

[the-spooky-children]

Armless, shirtless, not affected by Moloch, eyeless, chained up...

And it's the grandpa

WHO IS THIS???? WEEPING ANGEL, DR WHO REFERENCE AYO??

[the-killing-school-prom]

Who Will Be Our King And Queen?

You had woken up in a seemingly abandoned school dormitory. Curious and somewhat frightened of being all by yourself, you had made your way to the cafeteria, where twenty other people stood around, all looking slightly unnerved.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit! Why am I here?! Why are THEY here?!"

This girl pointed at a short boy in white and a taller boy who looked... wild, to put it simply.

"I don't think I need to say what it seems like we're here to do, do I?"

"N-No, no, I... I think Ibuki gets it."

"No doubt this is your doing, Enoshima?"

"Sorry, Goldilocks, I'm actually innocent for a change. Or maybe I'm not. I dunno."

"Well, perhaps there's a way we can end this before it begins. We all know the signs, after all. Alright, half of us must search for a way out, the other half should remain here just to report back."

"Right. Sonia, Komaeda, Tanaka, Kuzuryu, Hinata, Mioda, come with me. We can find a way out, I'm sure of it. It's our best bet..."

"Right. I'll take the remaining ones here."

They then notice your muse(s) standing in the doorway before the half could leave, causing one guy to become curious.

"Ehh? Who's that?"

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[transmurderbug]

Weekly Tag Wednesday!

I'm finally on time! :D Thank you Kat @mybrainismelted for the tag! 💙

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Name: Sky

Zodiac Sign: Pisces ♓︎

Personality type in enneagram, myers-briggs, or both: I only know that I'm supposedly INFJ-T

Before we hit the road, what snack are you gonna bring for our trip? Hmmm. Chocolate of any kind, chicken nuggets and sandwiches. 🍫🥪

Navigator gets to pick the music so what song are you turning on? I'll definitely be annoying and put on a whole musical 🎶 (most likely The Phantom of the Opera 🤫). Apologies in advance

What is a universe from a fantasy tv show you would like to visit? Supernatural and Alagaësia (Inheritance Cycle) 🐉 (technically it's only a book series yet, but the TV show is in the works, so it counts)

And what about a fantasy movie? I have no idea. Maybe James Cameron's Avatar universe? I'd love to see Pandora.

Okay, how about a sci-fi tv show? I don't think I've ever watched a sci-fi show, so I have no idea about this one. I'm open to suggestions though 👀

And a sci-fi movie universe? Ehh. I've never been too involved in sci-fi movies either, but I grew up in a Star Trek household. So maybe there 💫

Any other tv show or movie universes you'd like to swing by before we move on? Buffyverse. And HTTYD. All the way 🫡🧛‍♂️🐉 I'd probably never leave the latter.

Okay hold on to your butts we're switching gears to fanfic universes. Tell me which fanfic universe we're visiting first? Anything and everything. I have way too many favorites.

Cool, do you have one more you'd like to stop at before we head home? Who says I'm leaving?

Alright, on our way out of fanfic land you get to snag some tropes to bring home and apply to your own life, think fast! Fluff, Healing Together. Comfort. Endgame. Basically the opposites of what I usually go with 😆

Wow okay, hope those tropes work out for you!! Our adventure has finally come to an end, where in the world am I dropping you off? Budapest... but if anyone needs company somewhere else, I'm more than happy to tag along 😁 0-0-0-0-0-0-0

These were hard! 😮‍💨 Tagging some cool people, because I'm finally on time 😏 Have a go, or take some of my cake 🥮😌 or both

@jrooc @francesrose3 @spacerockwriting @deathclassic @bawlbrayker @meagaboooo @dynamic-power @steorie @transmickey @stocious @gardenerian @suzy-queued @crossmydna @juliakayyy @heymrspatel @ian-galagher @creepkinginc @energievie @palepinkgoat @thisdivorce

[aisquaredchoco]

Get to know you - Sims Style

Thank you @bioniczombie, @puffkins2000, and @bast-sims for tagging me! also @twinsimming for mentioning me as one of your favorites! 😍😭

What’s your favorite Sims death?

I like the old age death in TS2 the most, especially with the dancing hulas alongside the grim reaper

Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

I'm mostly MM, but wouldn't completely disregard alpha as long as they aren't ridiculously that high poly

Do you cheat your sims weight?

not really, but I also don't make them overeat so they don't gain much weight

Do you move objects?

OF COURSE I DO! I won't live without this cheat..😅

Favorite Mod?

I have a lot on my mind, but I'll mention this one game changing mod I couldn't play without (well besides the NRaas ones that are the staple TS3 mods everyone should have), which is the Set the table/call to meal mod by icarus_allsorts.

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?

uhh..Livin' Large I guess? I couldn't recall if it was from a deluxe edition or something..

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing?

the second one, for sure. I always thought the first one was more associated with tv and news, at least here on where I live..

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

Quistis Trepe, no one else. She holds a place in my heart because of the metamorphosis she went through while making her. I swear my initial version of her was total crap (I just couldn't show since I already deleted the MTS Creator Feedback post) but here she is now..

Have you made a simself?

um, yeah. I wasn't going to, but I already made a sim version of my cat so I think I need to make his servant hooman a sim as well..

Which is your favorite EA hair color?

ehh...I know this is a thing in 2 and 4. But I play 3 so nothing specific..color wheel for the win! 😆

Favorite EA hair?

I always like Jennifer Burb's hair from TS2 a lot, I wish TS3 implemented curly hairs like that..

Favorite life stage?

I like playing with teens. more drama happening in the household 😜

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

I think I'm more inclined with building and creating cc, but I still find time playing whenever I feel like it..

Are you a CC creator?

yes I am!...and still learning as I make more stuff.

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?

as an introvert, I seldomly (and find it extra hard to) interact with people but I try to be as friendly as I can be and I think I already made friends with some simblrs. but I don't know if I consider myself a member of a sim squad..

Do you have any sims merch?

nope

Do you have a Youtube for sims?

nopenope

Who’s your favorite CC creator?

*breathes nervously* 😨😩 I've been avoiding this question because I have many to mention, and if I do I might leave someone out. and personally I don't like the feeling of being left out so I don't want to make someone feel like that as well. so sorry if I have to skip this question..😔

How long have you had Simblr?

I had this account for like 8 years but only became an active simblr on 2020 starting with sharing lots for download until today, where I'm also posting 2to3/4to3 conversions and EA object edits along with some random screenshots from my game..

How do you edit your pictures?

most of the time I post my pictures unedited, except for adding some text using Photoshop. I only did edit a picture once using some filters from Win10's picture editor and that's about it.

What expansion/gamepack is your favorite?

TS2's Bon Voyage wins for me. I like the travelling aspect of it, and beach lots of course! I still remember how excited I was when watching my sims actually swim on the beach. Up to now I still wish World Adventures was as exciting as that..

Since I did this already late, most of you might've been tagged already. But if you're not yet tagged and saw this, consider yourself tagged!

[gittetj]

To @novafirst1 who's been leaving so many funny and thoughtful tags on my old End of the World art (waving back at you - yes I see and appreciate you, thank you so much), I saw you were wondering about some things regarding the fic's development and whether my drawings still fit in or not, and I thought maybe I should officially clear that up or whatever, because I don't think I ever have?

So, some things to keep in mind about my drawings:

1) I almost always draw scenes while I'm drafting them, not after they're done, so often they diverge from what ends up in the fic. This is especially true of anything from chapter 21 and forward. The story takes a big turn around there and it's where I started fucking big things up in my old, old first draft. Sometimes I feel like deleting some of the art that has nothing to do with what actually happens in the fic anymore, but I also have a lifelong policy of never deleting anything, so…

2) My OC Ren was written out of the story a long time ago because she was introduced way too late in the story and her role could be redistributed between other characters, mainly Serizawa. I still love Ren, though. I've stored her away in a little corner of my mind, hoping some day she'll be of use in a different story.

3) Shimazaki was also written out of the story quite long ago. I honestly don't remember what his deal was that well because every time I change something in this fic, the old version is immediately purged from my mind so I don't confuse myself too much. Ehh, he kind of had the role Iida has now, except not really? Like, the end purpose of that role was similar, but his methods and motivations were wildly different (and more uninteresting) and it was executed in a way where it forced other characters into situations instead of letting them decide to go there on their own, taking too much of their agency away. It didn't work well, so I axed him. I don't miss him. Well, okay, I had one scene where he dumped Shou in the middle of a desert, I kinda miss that one, but apart from that, don't miss him.

4) I don't know if this is very apparent from just my art, but several of my OCs/might-as-well-be-OCs (like Shou's mom or Fukuda, Higashio, and Ootsuki) have been tweaked quite a bit along the way. For example, speaking of Iida, he started out as some random Claw henchman, and now he's one of the most central characters to the main plot line. Whoops? Satsune and Himiko's personalities drifted from what I originally expected from them, affecting their actions in the story. I've recently made some huge changes/additions to Higashio's scenes because I felt like you didn't get to know him well enough. I know I'll have to do the same for Ootsuki. The list goes on...

5) Bottom line: Everything is fluid! Sometimes I draw stuff and then change my mind with reckless abandon the next day. Nothing is real until it's on AO3

[fallen--leafs]

Evil month info post - please read!

🎶 it started off as a penguin post, how did we end up like this- 🎶

Hi! In February, I would like to experiment for a bit! This energy has been building up and it has to mmmm Go Somewhere. Or this charade will break clean in two pieces.

In February, I will be playing a more evil Declan.

The Plot seems to be Going There, so I will take the time now to test if the character works that way, if he is interesting to play then, and if I can stomach playing that ooc. Which, is very much on the fence still

What does this mean?

It means we need a couple of extra rules

Interactions in February are semi-canon. Meaning if I do pick the evil route, they are cannon, if not, then not.

If you want me to tag anything, please let me know. I will do my very very best. (more on potential topics at the end)

If under these conditions, you choose not to interact with Declan, that is completely fine! I will keep a list of people I will leave alone completely, or leave alone with Plot Shit, etc. (and unfollowing me is always okay anyway, I never check that lmao)

Please do not Ask current rp partners about plot developments if they haven't interacted with them! If they have chosen not to interact with this, I would hate to see them dragged in. My character is not theirs to control, so forcing their comment on it would be ehh,, please don't.

The views of this character are not those of the mun behind it!! (always true, but deserves reiteration here)

Topics

Given the current plot, these themes may show up more often:

Human trafficking

Dehumanisation

Anything Sabbat, probably

That said, lines I will not cross:

(topics that will not, will in fact Never show up because I don't want to deal with that)

Sexual violence of ANY kind, implied or written out

Real-world discrimination (homophobia, transphobia, racism etc)

Finally I DON'T ACTUALLY KNOW HOW THIS IS GONNA GO. There might not be any Actual changes because I miscalculated the situation. I might call it quits a week in, or a day! Maybe I'm being overly cautious! Idk, I've never done anything like this before! Wah! I am asking for a little extra patience and uh. Flexibility on what is and isn't cannon while I figure this shit out. Again, if you don't wanna interact during that time, that's perfectly fine! Just shoot me a message. I'll definitely post updates as I figure shit out.

I'm probably overthinking this by a long shot. Hhhhhhh. But yea! If you've read this far, thank you!! I appreciate you immensely!!

[re-termination]

✿ What do I do with a boy like you?

Human! Sebastian Solace x GN! Reader

Summary: Your dear friend, Sebastian, has come to you to ask you a favor. A favor where you two will have to fake date to scare away anyone who were to approach him.

Tags: College AU, fake dating trope, Human Sebastian Solace duh, not proofread cuz I cringe easily^^"

“C'monnn, it's not anything serious! You just gotta pretend to be my partner for a bit.” 

“Do I get any benefits?” 

Sebastian takes a moment to think before flashing you a cocky smile. “You get to be in the presence of the most handsomest guy in the neighborhood-” 

“Bullshit. I do that everyday anyway.” you said as you deadpanned at your friend. 

In return Sebastian groans and pinches his nose bridge. “You just have to! I did not skip one of my classes today just for you to disagree with my genius plan!” 

Genius? Seriously? You could think of multiple outcomes to this situation and none were good, well except one but you didn't wanna think about it. In fact, this was pretty cliché, even for Sebastian. Yes he's an attractive man but c'mon!

Stooping so low as to pretend to date you so others can step back and leave him be? Just what on earth was he thinking. 

“Ehh fuck off Seb, go find someone else that's willing to kiss you and stuff like a couple would I don't know.” In truth you really did want to help out your friend but just like him you have classes to worry about. Sure, you were a heavy procrastinator, but this whole fake dating idea will send your mind spiraling and set you back further for sure. 

"…"

“...Can you please stop staring at me with your puppy eyes, it's unnerving. A no is no.” Even after saying no, Sebastian stood his ground and just waited there intently waiting for a ‘yes’.

You looked up from where you were sitting on your bed and stared back at him. Gods was he stubborn with this plan. 

“Listen dude, I really need to finish up my homework and it's practically impossible to get done if you're bothering me so could you pleassse at least get out of my room and chill somewhere else that isn't near me!” 

You pleaded and begged but what does he say in return? 

“Y'know, if you're struggling with your work I would gladly help you if you agre-”

“Alright! Alright!” You shoved your face into your hands and groaned. “Fine. I help you, you help me, we got a deal but could we talk about it later? I'm being serious about my homework!” 

Sebastian practically beamed at that and rushed to go tackle you causing you to gasp in pain. 

“Of Course! Anything for you!” He said as he began to ruffle your hair aggressively. 

God did your friend know no bounds. You patted his back so he could get off you but it seems he didn't get the memo. “Get the fuck off me before I change my mind!” 

With that he let go of you and started to get up to exit your room. But of course not without saying some words.

“I'll be off then! Tomorrow morning I'll be here early to discuss my genius plan with you so you better be ready to start your day! Adiós!” And with that he's out.

“Fuckin finally.” You set your notes to the side and stretched a bit. God just what did you get yourself into this time. You would've led an average life if it wasn't for your good for nothing friend but whatever he's a good person so what's the worst he could do? 

Little did you know this was all going according to Sebastian's plan.

Authors note: I seriously do not know if I wanna keep that as a one-shot and let others interpret how it goes or make this a series. I literally only thought of this while procrastinating my own work sooo yeah there's goes my burst of inspiration.

[knivestothroats]

director's commentary AKA responding to tags!

@patheticlittleguy : #also. did they pick tommy at least in part because of the name? or would they rather it was something else...#also ALSO cambell soup mug 👀 im connecting the dots

So glad you brought this up because I was going to say something about it and forgot. My idea was actually that Fletcher would make Tommy go by a different name. What he picks would be up to victimeyez, but Tommy is actually his middle name and Caius made him start going by it, so he'd probably be okay changing it. But victimeyez said he probably wouldn't go by his real first name because he doesn't feel like he is that person anymore. But, since I didn't write out that scene, it would've been too confusing to just have him go by a different name. I don't think Fletcher calls him Tommy at any point though.

The mug - I originally didn't describe it, and then I though naw Fletcher would have cool mugs. So first I wrote that it had the name of the diner they stole it from, but diner mugs tend to be pretty small. My partner suggested souvenir from a national park or something so I was thinking about that but then I was like OH i know. I think it was a mug they gave their dead friend Tommy as a gift years ago, and it ended up back in their possession. But idk, they might keep it somewhere safe if it had that kind of sentimental value.

There's too many Tommys - Tommy ProVic, Tommy ITWS, and Tommy victimeyez

also patheticlittleguy: #i love how weirdly chill they are. like yeah ill beat the shit out of someone. but right now im just trying to make dinner#they use violence so casually in a way that isnt common even within whump i think#not even casually just. routinely?#theyre possibly the most well adjusted one can be when your lifes work and passion is inflicting pain lmao

Truly. Fletcher is just living their life and happens to be a sadist. Their actions make perfect sense to them, but to their captives it's a minefield. Lot of fun to write - I get to do a little of everything through them.

@apokolyps : #i forgot just how much i love fletcher and their “yes this is objectively immoral but im having fun so idc” attitude#its so refreshing

Fletcher is like "I have done the soul searching and come to terms with it. I am a bad person and this is the life I have chosen. No plans on trying to 'better' myself. Why would I? This is my authentic self. I hurt people, people have hurt me. I've killed people, people have tried to kill me back and maybe one day, one of them will do it. I know what I signed up for. I'll have fun in the meantime."

also apokolyps: #also how they said “when” not “if” they were gonna rape tommy was more horrifying to me than anything else

So this is another thing that I thought about and it just didn't make it into the piece. Victimeyez and I came up with a few possibilities that led to Tommy at the lodge, so I just kind of skipped ahead so we didn't have to nail one down. But one of the first things we talked about was just: What if Caius leaves Tommy with Fletcher for a weekend/few days. Since Fletcher's a professional, lives deep in the woods, and also managed to keep a captive, they're the only client Caius would trust to watch Tommy for a bit. Kind of ignoring the rule that Caius has to supervise but ehh AU. Or, again, just trusting Fletcher as a professional. But Caius is thinking Fletcher will just torture Tommy the whole time, so he can be like 'See how good you have it with me? Aren't you grateful?' Except Fletcher just makes Tommy weed the garden and stuff. I mean they probably hurt him at some point for kicks but overall it's WAY better. So at the end Tommy begs Fletcher not to send him back. And Fletcher's like "look idk what you want me to do, man." And Tommy's like "I don't want to get raped anymore." And Fletcher just like. Closes their eyes and sighs. And it ends up being like that scene in Doctor Who (deleted scene? idr) where he's trying to get the horse out of the TARDIS and the owner is like "Have you seen a horse? When I find that thing I'm going to beat it." And the Doctor's like, "Oh, I wish you hadn't said that." And then goes back to the horse and is like, "Okay, we have rules around here..."

Because I always kind of figure that Fletcher really doesn't like rape. If someone asked why they draw the line there when it's really just another form of torture, they probably wouldn't be able to give much of an answer - they just don't like it. And I think it's mostly do to Fletcher being ace and having their own aversion to sex, because - kind of like I mentioned above - they feel like they can take what they dish out. Not that they want to be on the receiving end of torture, but they've gotten hurt and nearly killed plenty of times. But the idea of rape is so much worse.

So, if I had written that scene, I thought about a conversation that was basically Fletcher: I thought you said you didn't want to get raped anymore. Tommy: But... I'm offering... Fletcher: Oh yeah, because you want this, you're doing this because you're attracted to me. Get the fuck out of here.

So, they really are joking for the most part when they say "If I want to take advantage of you I'll let you know" because they think it's kind of a funny thing to say, but also know that like. Definitely only funny to them and not to Tommy. I also thought about them saying something like, "Love how easy you are to take advantage of, but you are NOT catching me with my pants down."

God that turned into a long fucking response. Moving on!

@suspicious-whumping-egg : #aaaa I just love fletcher’s mix of cruelty and softness combined with how jumpy and desperate to please tommy is

It's a lot of fun to write this dynamic. Buck was more like "Maybe if I stay in my room they'll forget I exist" and Tommy is like "If I can be useful then everything will be fine"

apokolyps: #i wonder what buck's reaction would be to knowing Fletcher got themselves a replacement and @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi : How would Buck feel, finding out he got replaced by a “professional?” How would Tommy feel knowing the last guy in his role was just a dude from the woods that eventually got let go?

I have been trying to think of a reason Buck would show up at the lodge and see Tommy. I really want it to happen. It's soooo juicy since Buck is the guy that Got Out and now he's free but knows what Tommy is going through and feels uhhh not good about it.

Tommy also had it way worse and for way longer than Buck. Tommy at this point is like a zoo animal that couldn't survive being released back into the wild. I mean I don't want to say that definitively, but it would not be as easy for him. Hell, it's hard enough for Buck.

I thought about Fletcher mentioning something about "the last guy they had here" or whatever when talking to Tommy, and Tommy's like "What? What happened to him?" and Fletcher has to be like "Uhhhh... I let him go. But only because he saved my life. If you save my life I'll let you go too I guess. Do NOT try to orchestrate that."

Buck also being in an awkward position where he's like "I would give you advice but what worked for me is probably not going to happen again, sooo...."

I feel like Buck would try to convince Fletcher to let Tommy go, which wouldn't work, and then Buck would kind of feel compelled to come visit Tommy sometimes, which is like a great unexpected side effect from Fletcher's perspective. Fletcher's like "Wow this is great we're all hanging out as friends" and the boys are just like "...Right..." *side eye*

~In conclusion~ There's plenty room here in this AU to keep writing. We also have variations of the AU so lol I'm sure there will be more

In The Woods Somewhere + Professional//Victim Crossover AU

@victimeyez and I like to play with our OCs together like dolls. We came up with a number of ways Tommy ends up with Fletcher but this is a "my mom sold me to one direction" type AU where Fletcher buys Tommy to basically replace Buck.

CW: long term captivity/human trafficking, withholding food (in past), physical violence, burning, dubious consent sort of, guns in places they shouldn't be

read In The Woods Somewhere here || read Professional//Victim here

Scene 1

Tommy hadn’t experienced a thunderstorm in years.

It rained sometimes when he was on his way to a client, but having lived in a basement for the last five years, he had forgotten their intensity. How loud the incessant, arrhythmic rainfall echoed down from the roof. How lightning could suddenly illuminate the whole room in a flash. How he could feel the house shake with the roar of thunder. Or maybe it was just him shaking. He felt like a dog on the fourth of July. 

It was stupid, after everything he’d been through, to be afraid of the weather.

A bright flash through the window again, followed shortly by a crack of thunder that he could feel in his chest. They were getting closer together. 

There’s no way Tommy could sleep. He was sitting up in his bed in his new home, knees to his chest with his arms wrapped around. 

As much as he loathed Caius, he did provide comfort at times. It was twisted, but it was something. Fletcher… he wasn’t sure about. They had been more reserved so far, treating him with a sort of casual amiability. But Tommy was well aware how Fletcher reveled in inflicting pain. He just hadn’t figured out yet when and why they shed the wool to become the wolf.

Another flash. Tommy tried to brace himself, but he still jumped at the thunder.

Tommy swung his legs off the bed. He stared at the door for a second before going through into the hallway. It was still strange to not be locked in.

He walked gently down the dark hallway. He knew where Fletcher’s room was - they had pointed it out on his first day with a strict do not enter.

Tommy stood outside Fletcher’s bedroom door. He rubbed his hands over his arms. 

This was ridiculous. Going to Fletcher for comfort? Like a child waking up their parents after having a bad dream? During a thunderstorm of all things. He should just go back to - 

Flash. Crack.

Tommy knocked on Fletcher’s door. He tried to listen for movement over the sound of the rain. They probably hadn’t even heard him over the din. Maybe he should knock again, or maybe he should go back - 

Fletcher opened the door, wearing just a t-shirt, gym shorts, and bed head. They squinted at him in the dark.

“What?”

“I’m sorry,” was the first thing out of Tommy’s mouth. “I, um. I can’t sleep and, um…”

Fletcher was silhouetted as their room lit up. The thunder followed so quickly behind, rumbling through the house, that Tommy didn’t have time to count. 

Fletcher saw Tommy flinch hard, drawing his shoulders up by his ears.

“You’re scared of thunder?”

Tommy felt his face redden, in spite of himself. He should be incapable of embarrassment at this point, after all the humiliation he was put through, but he just felt childish.

“Alright, come in,” Fletcher said with a yawn, moving aside to make way. “Don’t try to kill me in my sleep.”

“Really?” Tommy asked, perking up. He took a hesitant step into the room. “Can I, um, do you mind if I share the bed?”

“Yeah I assumed that was what you were asking,” Fletcher grumbled, shutting the door behind him.

Fletcher took their side first, and Tommy took the other. He laid stiff in the bed, making sure they had a gap between them. Tommy had wondered if sharing the bed would come with a cost, putting himself in a vulnerable position within Fletcher’s grasp. But Fletcher had turned their back to him, sleeping on their side.

He was still on edge. Was sleeping beside Fletcher really better than being alone?

There was a flicker of lightning, followed by a grumble of thunder. Not as loud this time, but enough to make Tommy nervous. 

Tommy turned on his side as well and carefully scooted over until his back was brushing against Fletcher’s. He held his breath, but they didn’t react. 

Tommy could feel their warmth seep into him. He let out a slow breath. It was definitely better than being alone.

~

Fletcher had managed to tune out the storm into white noise, but they were a light sleeper, forever on edge. They opened their eyes in the darkness, listening to Tommy murmur and shift in his sleep.

Fletcher rolled over and draped their arm over Tommy’s middle.

“Shhh,” they hushed gently.

Tommy’s shirt had ridden up, and he whimpered when Fletcher made contact with his skin.

Fletcher tensed up at the noise. Tommy was definitely asleep, but that whimper was perfect. They wondered if he practiced it for his clients. It was difficult to resist the urge to wrap their arm tight around him and squeeze, trying to elicit the sound again. 

Fletcher moved their hand over Tommy’s bare torso. They could feel his ribs too distinctly beneath his skin. Caius and the others probably had him skipping meals. Whether to keep up his waifish victim aesthetic, to keep him weak, to punish him, or just from neglect.  Fletcher figured he would put on weight quickly here. He was going to need to, if he was going to keep up with the work Fletcher had for him to do around the lodge. 

~

“Get up.”

Tommy gasped awake as a hand jostled him from his sleep. He looked around quickly, getting his bearings, and saw Fletcher leaning over him.

“I’m getting up, you can’t stay in my room alone,” Fletcher said.

“Oh,” Tommy rubbed his eyes. “Right. Okay. Thank you… for letting me sleep here.”

“Uh huh,” Fletcher said. “I’m making breakfast.”

“Do you want me to help?”

“Mm, I’ll let you know.”

“Okay… do you want me to make your bed?” Tommy offered, trying to show his gratitude.

“No,” Fletcher said flatly. They gestured to the door. 

“Right, sorry.” Tommy hurried out of the room. “Um, would it be alright if I took a shower? Or do you want me to wait?”

“All yours, bud,” Fletcher said, closing the door shut behind them. “Just don’t take too long. You want to get the breakfast while it’s hot.”

~

Tommy turned the water up as hot as he could stand. It staved off the chill that seemed to linger in the lodge. He allowed himself a few moments to just stand under the stream after he had washed, but Fletcher had told him not to take long, and he didn’t want to push it.

Tommy dried and dressed quickly, scrunching his hair with the shirt he had slept in and finger-combing it out of his face. He made his way to the kitchen, which was already calling his name with rich, savory smells.

Fletcher was standing at the stove, stirring one pan with a spatula while another sizzled away next to them. 

“What smells so good?” Tommy asked, trying to peer into the pans.

“Onions and bacon, mostly,” Fletcher said.

“Do you need any help?” Tommy offered.

There was a pop, pop as a pair of bagels sprung up from a two-sided toaster.

“Yeah, grab those bagels for me and add butter and cream cheese. There’s plates in that cabinet, silverware in that drawer.”

Tommy moved swiftly to do as he was told. 

When he had plated them, Fletcher carried over the first pan.

“Okay, get out of my way.” 

It was said lightheartedly, but Tommy still leapt back.

“Just take a seat,” Fletcher nodded to the kitchen table. “It’s ready.”

Tommy sat down and watched as Fletcher assembled the plates, but their body was blocking his view. It wasn’t until they set his breakfast down in front of him that he was able to take it in. 

Scrambled eggs with multicolor peppers, strips of bacon, a sausage, and the bagel he had prepared.

He couldn’t believe how much his mouth was watering.

“It’s veggie sausage,” Fletcher said. “I only had a couple left. Oh - you want coffee?”

Tommy looked up at them wide eyed. Fletcher had told him on the first day that he could help himself to food in the kitchen, but he had been too afraid to touch their coffee maker. Even when there was a pot already made, he had been too anxious that he wasn’t supposed to take any.

“Yes, please.”

“How do you take it?” Fletcher asked, getting a mug from the shelf. It was designed to look like a can of Campbell’s tomato soup. 

“A lot of sugar and cream,” Tommy said. “Please. If you don’t mind.”

Fletcher heaped two spoonfuls of sugar into the mug and then looked in the fridge. 

“Mm, I just have oat milk right now.”

“Okay, that’s fine, thank you,” Tommy said, even though he had never tried it before.

Fletcher splashed some into the mug before pouring the steaming coffee on top. They gave it a stir and set it down in front of Tommy.

Tommy hadn’t touched his food. He stared at the spread before him, not quite believing it was really for him.

Fletcher settled down across the table with their matching meal and began to eat.

“I don’t know where to start,” Tommy said in a small voice.

“Eggs,” Fletcher provided.

Tommy scooped up a forkful of the scrambled eggs and took his first bite. 

It wasn’t just peppers, there were onions and cheese mixed in as well. The texture was perfect - they weren't dry or runny. 

“Wow,” Tommy said. He followed it with a long sip of coffee. It wasn’t as sweetened as he would have made it for himself once upon a time, but it was hot and rich and maybe the best cup he’d ever had.

He might actually start crying. 

“The secret is cream cheese,” Fletcher said, gesturing to his eggs with their fork. “And to scramble it in the pan. How’s the coffee?”

“So good,” Tommy said. “Thank you.”

“Mhm.” Fletcher started to pile their eggs and bacon onto the bagel. “How often were you being fed before?”

“Um, twice a day, usually,” Tommy said. “Sometimes… less.”

Fletcher nodded. “Figured. You need to start increasing your caloric intake. I need you to do work around here and I don’t want you passing out after an hour in the garden.”

Tommy took a bite of the bagel. The layer of butter under the cream cheese felt so indulgent. 

“If it means I get to eat like this every day, I am more than happy to oblige,” Tommy said.

“Well, I’m not cooking every meal for you,” Fletcher said. “But I want you to eat.”

I want you to eat.

Even if it was to work him like a dog, it was so much better than being worked like a dog on an empty stomach. Despite Fletcher’s generally cold aloofness and passing threats, despite having been the victim of their bloodlust in the past, Tommy felt oddly cared for.

He took another bite of the eggs and hoped he could get Fletcher to teach him how to cook like this.

Scene 2

Fletcher had their sleeves rolled tightly up above their elbows. On their hands they wore black disposable gloves. Tommy watched as those hands deftly sectioned the chickens into pieces, their well-sharpened knife effortlessly cutting through the flesh. 

Tommy had to let his eyes drift away. He watched Fletcher’s arms instead. They tended to hide their form under layers, but every time they rolled up their sleeves, it revealed their muscle tone. Tommy wondered why they didn’t show it off - most people would. He noticed as well, as he watched, that Fletcher had some lighter lines on their skin - old scars haphazardly slashed into their arms. He imagined them getting into knife fights. He imagined them holding someone down by the throat with both hands, arms tensed, as their victim clawed at their skin to no avail.

Fletcher moved the chicken pieces into a bowl of marinade. Spice bottles were cluttering the counter around it. 

Fletcher covered the bowl and set it aside. They cleaned up, discarding their gloves and disinfecting their work space. 

Tommy had been tasked with washing the potatoes he and Fletcher had harvested from the garden. Fletcher had asked him to take his time, making sure each one was free of dirt in the divots, as they wouldn’t be peeling them. He was worried, when Fletcher turned to him, that they would be angry he hadn’t gotten through the whole crop, but they merely began to take from the clean pile and start cutting them into chunks. 

“When you’re done with that can you go through the green beans and just make sure to snap all the stems off?” Fletcher asked.

Tommy nodded. “Sure.”

They had picked the beans together as well. It felt nice to be doing something actually productive for a change. 

When they were done, Fletcher dumped the potatoes into a big pot of water but didn’t light the stove. They sighed, looking at the clock and chewed their lip a moment.

“I should’ve started this earlier. I’m already starting to get hungry,” Fletcher said. “I just want everything to be done at the same time.”

Fletcher shook their head like they were hoping the thoughts would fall into place. They took a baking sheet and returned to the chicken, laying the pieces out.

“I’m done,” Tommy said from his spot at the table with his bowl of beans. He swept the stem pieces into his hand and got up to dump them in the trash.

“Ah-ah!” Fletcher waved their hand at him, causing Tommy to stop abruptly. “Compost.”

“Right, sorry.” Tommy ducked his head.

“Just give the beans a rinse and then you’re done for now,” Fletcher said. “I’ll call you back when it’s ready.”

It was a while later when Fletcher called Tommy back into the kitchen. He was sitting out on the back deck, just feeling the sun on his skin and listening to the birds, when Fletcher opened the door and leaned out.

“I need your help,” they said.

Tommy jumped up and followed them in.

“I forgot to make fucking gravy,” Fletcher growled. “I just need you to mash the potatoes for me while I whip this up. And just shake the pan with the green beans occasionally to move them around.”

The kitchen was hot now, and Tommy quickly shrugged off his sweatshirt before taking over the potatoes. Fletcher was mixing ingredients when there was a thud above them, followed by an indiscernible shout, followed by, “Fletcherrrrr!”

“Jesus Christ,” Fletcher rolled their eyes. “Okay in like two minutes you need to take the chicken out of the oven and check it. 165. Don’t forget to shake the pan.” They rattled off instructions as they marched out of the kitchen. 

Tommy kept an eye on the clock, rolling the beans in their saute oil. They looked kind of brown? He looked closer, not wanting Fletcher to come back and find them burned. Hm, no, he was pretty sure it was whatever they were being cooked in. Balsamic maybe? There were chopped onions in with it as well, and those similarly looked a little brown but not burnt. 

He checked the clock again. Okay, two minutes. Tommy looked around the counter, seeing the thermometer but no oven mitts. There was one pot holder laying out, and he folded the towel hanging off the oven door to go with it.

The tray was heavily laden with the chicken, heavier than Tommy expected it to be. He tried to adjust his grip so it didn’t tip backwards, but his adjustments shifted his fingertips off the towel. 

Tommy quickly pulled his hand away from the heat. Now holding the tray with one hand, it began to go sideways. Instinctively he tried to catch it, only serving to touch the hot metal again. This time, his brain - desperate to keep him from making the same mistake a third time - drew back his hands completely and the tray clattered to the floor, scattering the chicken. 

Tommy’s heart leapt to his throat. He dropped to his hands and knees and picked up a piece of chicken, dropping it immediately.

It’s hot, it’s all fucking hot, he berated himself. He started using the towel to scoop up the chicken. He didn’t know what to do with it, so he piled it back onto the tray. His heart was beating so loudly in his ears he didn’t hear Fletcher’s footsteps. It wasn’t until he saw their boots that he looked up.

As if they had materialized before him, summoned by his fuck up, Fletcher stood glowering down at him. They held a bloody rag in their hand from whatever they had been dealing with upstairs.

“I’m sorry,” Tommy said. “I’ll… I’ll…” Fix it? How was he going to fix it?

Fletcher closed their eyes and dug the heel of their palm into their temple. 

“Do you have any idea the amount of effort that went into this dinner?”

“I know, I’m sorry-” Tommy started again.

Fletcher cut him off. “You don’t know. I had to drive an hour and a half just to get these chickens. Every time I have to leave the lodge it’s a fucking ordeal. I don’t know if you’ve noticed this, but there’s not much around here. I can’t run to the grocery store without making a day of it. I can’t order fucking take out to fix this. You do know how long this took me today to put together.”

“I do, I know, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-”

Fletcher reached down and slammed Tommy’s head against the cabinets. 

“Stop fucking saying you’re sorry! I know you’re fucking sorry! What happened?”

Tommy held his head, trying to blink his vision back after it whited out.

Fletcher crouched down on their haunches and grabbed Tommy by the front of his shirt, giving him a quick shake. 

“Hey! What the fuck happened?”

“I, uh, I burned my hand…” Tommy said, keeping his eyes low. He held back another “sorry.”

“You burned your hand?” Fletcher repeated unsympathetically. “Where?”

Tommy glanced up at them and hesitantly opened up his hand to them. Fletcher grabbed his wrist with more force than necessary.

“You think this is a burn?” They snarled. “I’ll show you a fucking burn.”

Fletcher took Tommy’s hand and pressed it down against the still hot metal pan.

Tommy screamed and Fletcher allowed him to jerk his arm away. He cradled his hand to his chest, tears escaping from his eyes.

Fletcher stood again, looking down on him.

“Don’t bother getting up. You’re going to be scrubbing the floor.”

Fletcher turned around to storm off, only to see the three trainees leaning around the doorway to observe.

“The fuck are you looking at?” Fletcher snapped.

One held up their hands and made themself scarce.

“Does this mean there’s no dinner?” Another asked.

“There’s potatoes,” Fletcher grumbled. Then they suddenly turned back and dashed to the pan of green beans, taking it off the heat. They inspected the vegetables, ignoring Tommy sniffling on the ground, trying to scoop up the chicken with one hand. “Yeah, these are fine. There’s also green beans.”

Scene 3

Tommy had experienced more types of pain than he could count, but burning was usually off the table to clients. Too much deep tissue damage. It was scary to think that his hand may never be the same. And if it was to recover, it was going to do so at the slow, agonizing crawl of natural healing. 

Tommy did his best not to flinch as Fletcher applied the cream to his burns. He just had to suck air between his teeth and not complain. 

“How’s it feel?” Fletcher asked once they had finished wrapping the gauze. 

“It stings,” Tommy said pitifully. “It feels like I’m still being burned. Do you think… do you think it’s going to be okay? Eventually?”

“Well, if you want to give me the information of that doctor you used to see, I’m sure he can give you a magic healing potion or whatever the fuck. Once I decide you’ve suffered enough.”

Tommy’s stomach flopped. He would take a burn any day of the week if it meant he never had to see Sam again.

“Please don’t take me back to him,” Tommy begged softly. 

Fletcher raised an eyebrow, but said no more on the subject. They peeled off their gloves.

“Then here’s how it will go. It’ll hurt, and then it will blister, and then the blisters will pop. You have to keep it clean so it doesn’t get infected. If you find yourself unable to do simple tasks because you can’t use one of your hands, you can come find me…” Fletcher took his chin in their hand. “And beg for my help.”

~

Tommy slept with his hand cradled against his chest. There was a brief moment of peace when he awoke before he began to feel the throb of the burns. 

He kept his arm close to his torso as he walked to the kitchen, trying to think of what he could make for himself. Surely he could manage a bowl of cereal with one hand.

The box was easy enough. Tommy got the milk from the fridge. Oh yeah - oat milk. He held the container between his arm and his side, twisting the cap off with his good hand. Looked like milk.

He thought about pouring some into a glass to try, when Fletcher walked in, carrying dirty dishes to the sink.

They glanced in Tommy’s direction, then away, saying nothing. 

“I can-” it came out quiet and hoarse. Tommy cleared his throat and tried again. “I can wash those.”

“Can you?” Fletcher asked without looking back at him. 

“Um, I can, well, I can try…” Tommy offered. 

Fletcher turned to face him now, leaning back on the counter. “If you drop something, and it breaks,” they said, “I am not going to be happy.”

Tommy paled. “Is there - is there something else you would like me to do?”

“Not really,” Fletcher said. They walked out of the room. 

Tommy wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. They hadn’t told him not to do the dishes, just not to break them. And if he misinterpreted their response as a no, and they came back to find that he hadn’t washed them, they might be angry.

His strategy for washing dishes with one hand was to lay them in the sink, scrub them there with one hand as best he could, and then move them into the stream of water.

It took longer, and was more awkward - they kept sliding around - but he was able to do it.

When Tommy found Fletcher next, they were out behind the lodge chopping wood. He watched them raise the axe over their shoulder and swing down on the log, cleaving it easily in two. 

“Do you want any help?” Tommy called out, keeping his distance.

“No,” Fletcher called back, setting up the log again.

Tommy hesitated. “Is there anything you would like me to-“

“What the fuck did I just say?”

Chop.

Tommy left them alone the rest of the day. He kept to his room, trying to give Fletcher space now that they had made it clear they didn’t want him around. For a while he tried to read, but he struggled to find a comfortable way to both hold the book and flip the pages. He ended up pacing the floor, filled with anxious nerves that urged him to do something.

He had been having such a… if not good, unquestionably better time here than he’d had with Caius and the rest. This was a bad turn. It didn’t have to be like this. He just had to make it up to Fletcher somehow; get back in their good graces

He had tried to make himself useful around the house without much success. It was true that what he could do would be limited while his hand was injured. Which meant he had to rely on other skills to make himself useful.

~

Everyone else had gone to bed. It was just Fletcher sitting on the couch, illuminated only by the fluctuating light of the TV screen. They had a beer in one hand, resting on the arm of the couch.

Tommy approached slowly, tugging on the hem of his shirt with anxiousness. Fletcher didn’t acknowledge him, even when he was standing in front of the couch. He kept to the side enough not to block their view.

It was only when Tommy lowered himself to his knees that Fletcher said, “What?” without taking their eyes off the screen.

“I’m really sorry about the dinner,” Tommy said. His stomach rippled with anxiety.

“I know,” Fletcher said flatly. “You’ve said.”

Tommy swallowed. He hesitantly leaned in and nuzzled his cheek against Fletcher’s leg.

Fletcher finally looked down at him.

“I would like to make it up to you.”

“How’s that?”

Fletcher said it flatly. Disinterested, still annoyed. There was no flirtation nor cruel amusement in their voice. 

Tommy swallowed. Was this a bad idea? Or was he not making it obvious enough? Most people would jump on him at the mere suggestion. 

Tommy put a hand on Fletcher’s knee and ran in gently up their thigh. Not far, not overstepping. Just trying to give them the right idea. He looked up at them with his best wet dog expression.

“Okay,” Fletcher said. 

They set their beer down on the end table and shifted their pose, spreading their legs a little more. Tommy dutifully shuffled in between.

Nothing you haven’t done before, he told himself. It’ll be better afterwards. 

“Close your eyes.” Fletcher said. And once he had, “Open your mouth.”

Tommy opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out a little. He waited, listening to Fletcher shift on the couch. Probably opening their pants. A click, that must’ve been their belt buckle. 

What entered his mouth was too big, too hard, too metallic. 

Tommy’s eyes flew open as the barrel of the gun forced his jaw wider. He tried to pull back, but Fletcher snatched a fistful of his hair and held him in place. 

Tommy whimpered that beautiful whimper, but it was more rounded, more frantic.

“Breathe through your nose,” Fletcher said.

Tommy squeezed his eyes shut and followed the order. He tried to breathe deep and slow through his nose. He tried to keep his tongue down as far as he could, to not gag and to not taste the oiled metal.

“I want you to look at me now.”

Tommy slowly opened his eyes. Fletcher was staring down at him impassively.

“Don’t try this shit with me again.”

Tommy couldn’t nod, so he did his best to make an “Uh huh” noise. 

Fletcher withdrew the gun. Tommy doubled forward and hacked. His mouth was left with an awful taste.

“Don’t spit on the floor,” Fletcher said. They picked up a magazine from the cushion beside them and slid it back into the gun. “Go.”

Tommy clamored to his feet and ran off. He managed to get to his room and close the door before fully breaking down into sobs, sliding down to the floor.

He had just been trying to make things better.

~

Tommy cried himself to sleep. Nothing new. He had just hoped to break the habit. 

He shuffled into the kitchen in the morning, and froze when he saw Fletcher sitting at the table, nursing a mug of coffee.

Tommy dropped his gaze quickly. He tried to decide quickly whether he should leave now, or grab some food and then leave. 

“Hey,” Fletcher said. It was softer than Tommy expected. “Sit.”

No running now. Tommy drew out the chair across from them and sat down, still avoiding their gaze.

“I recognize… that I have been harsh,” Fletcher said.

Tommy slowly lifted his eyes towards them, trying to read their expression. Was this a trick? Was he supposed to tell them he deserved it all? Was he supposed to believe them, and be lulled into a false sense of security?

“I didn’t give you a concussion, but, you know, the head can be tricky. And your hand…” They looked for the words. “I try to - I want to keep you in working condition. Nothing that’s going to really put you out of commission for a while. So that probably won’t happen again. Not to your hands. And the gun…” Fletcher ran a hand over their face. “The gun was a lot. That was uncool of me because, you know, gun safety rules.”

Tommy’s mouth was hanging slightly ajar. Was this an apology? At least, as close as Fletcher could get to one? He had expected something closer to, I recognize I’ve been harsh, but if you behaved I wouldn’t have to do these things.

“I know how it feels to have a gun on you,” Fletcher continued. They were the one to look away now. “And I… forget, I guess. That most people aren’t used to it. Can’t shake it off.

“Look, I’m not… not gonna say it will never happen again, but it probably won’t be this bad most of the time. Plenty of days will go by without incident, I’m sure. But I am… a violent person. I have violent tendencies, and I get angry. And I’m not trying to curb these tendencies because I enjoy indulging in them. So…” They tapped their knuckles on the table and shrugged. “That’s the situation. We’re square, for now. So you don’t need to be skulking around anymore. And… nevermind, I was going to say something mean.”

Tommy shifted uncomfortably. “About last night?”

“Yeah.”

“What, I’m not your type?”

Fletcher chuckled. “I was going to say when I want to take sexual advantage of you, I’ll let you know; you don’t have to initiate.”

“Right,” Tommy muttered, looking down again.

“I’m joking,” Fletcher said. “You can tell from my lighthearted expression.” They pointed at their face, purposely putting on a grumpy look. “Anyway, I’m planning my lesson for today. Might have to throw you around a bit for the demo. Nothing personal.”

“Oh,” Tommy said. “Okay, um…”

Fletcher was already up, carrying their coffee out of the room. “Get some breakfast,” they reminded him. “Three meals a day.”

~~~

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[hisui-dreamer]

captured melodies

Characters: Octavinelle (Azul, Jade, Floyd)

Synopsis: You had wished to meet a prince of the fairytales, and now, you simply longed to return to the sea.

Tags: childhood friends, trafficking, imprisonment, reader is a siren, fluff and angst, comfort, historical au, slight Jade x reader because im biased, bot proofread

Word count: 2.4k+

Notes: in truly my fashion, my mermay post is 3 days before mermay comes to an end :)

also the siren mechanics is inspired by a manhwa haha

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"Come on, hurry up you guys!" your voice echoed through the water as you propelled yourself forward, urging your friends to swim faster towards the towering ship on the horizon.

The twin eels, sleek and agile, effortlessly glided through the water, their sinewy bodies matching your speed with ease. Azul though, ever the slow swimmer, struggled to keep up, his movements clumsy among the intricate coral reef. Gasping for breath, he called out, "W-wait for me! You know I can't swim as fast as you!"

Turning back, you slowed your pace, the water pulsating around you as you hovered in the vibrant reef. "Azul, we can't waste any more time. The ship is leaving soon!"

Floyd propelled himself upward with an agile flick of his tail, positioning himself at eye level with you. His brows furrowed into a pout as he spoke. "Hey Shrimpy, what's the big deal about seeing that ship? They're just a bunch of humans," he grumbled.

"But Floyd, I heard them singing! And it's not just any ship, it's a grand one! What if there's a prince on board, just like the one the mermaid princess met?" Your words carried the dreams and hopes that danced within your heart.

But Floyd's expression only soured, his lips forming a disgruntled line. He leaned closer, wrapping his arms tightly around your tail, his hair brushing against your stomach. "Hmph, who needs a prince?" he whined, nuzzling affectionately against your side. "You have me, Shrimpy. Why do you need some prince from a fairytale?"

"Argh!" you exclaimed, trying to squirm away. "Because, Floyd, it's always a prince in the fairytales! Or at least some hero dressed in metal!" Frustration laced your voice as you pleaded for assistance. "Jade! Help me pry Floyd off of me!"

Jade, the ever-watchful and protective friend, swiftly glided toward you. With a smirk on his face, he gently tugged Floyd away, freeing you from his clinging grasp. "Floyd, she's allowed to dream," Jade interjected, his teal hair shimmering in the water. "Let her chase her fantasies, even if they involve princes and adventures."

Floyd grumbled playfully, his hair tousled from the gentle reprimand. "Alright, alright," he finally relented, flashing a mischievous grin. "But remember, Shrimpy, you can’t leave us for any prince."

You chuckled at Floyd's words, reaching out and giving him a gentle pat on the head, eliciting a gleeful expression from him. Meanwhile, Jade watched with an expectant gaze, his eyes wide with anticipation. Shaking your head fondly, you extended your other hand to stroke Jade's head as well.

Just then, Azul caught up with you three, panting heavily from his swim. "Hah... hah... I made it..." he gasped. Once he caught his breath, his curious gaze swept over the others. "I hear them... the sailors are singing..."

"Let's get closer and hear them then!" you suggested.

In perfect synchrony, the four of you propelled yourselves through the water. The sun's warm rays pierced through the water's surface, casting a mesmerizing glow on your scales.

When you breached the surface, a breathtaking scene unfolded before your eyes. The sun's golden rays danced upon the water, creating a dazzling spectacle of shimmering light. The briny scent of the sea enveloped you, carried by a gentle breeze that caressed your face, filling your senses with a tingling excitement.

"Ehh, their singing is so boring," Floyd grumbled. “I prefer your singing Shrimpy,” while Jade chuckled in agreement beside him.

"I'll sing for you guys later," you retorted, always eager to sing for them. "But right now, I want to hear their song. I've never heard anything quite like it," you said as you began to swim closer. The trio followed closely, their expressions a mix of anticipation and caution.

“They armed themselves with cords and nets, with iron strong and true,

To bind the sirens' fatal song and break their power through.

The sirens sang their haunting tune, but sailors stood their ground,

Their will unyielding, hearts aflame, a victory they had found.”

Azul's face paled, his tentacle extending to gently grasp your arm. "Wait... I don't think this is safe," he urged, his worry evident in his eyes.

But before his words could fully register, a sense of impending danger washed over you. Panic rose within your chest as a net, heavy and rough, fell abruptly, ensnaring you in its cold embrace. Your voice caught in your throat, replaced by a startled cry as the net's grip tightened around your form.

A distant voice echoed from above. Its tone was commanding, brimming with triumph. "Captain! We captured one! A siren!" The words sent a shiver of dread coursing through your being as the net started to pull you out of the sea. Helplessness washed over you as you struggled against the unforgiving embrace of the net, yearning for escape.

As panic gripped the trio, they yelled your name in unison, but their cries only served to alert the sailors above. The gruff voice of their captain barked a command as the tension in the air thickened.

"Sailors, take aim!" the captain's voice boomed. You could hear metallic clicking sounds as weapons were prepared. "Fire!" The captain's order echoed with a thunderous resonance, and the water shook with the explosive force of their weapons. Floyd, nimble and swift, managed to evade the projectiles with his agile movements, but Jade was not as fortunate. A bullet grazed him, leaving a trail of crimson in its wake. And Azul, with his larger form, was unable to avoid the onslaught, and one of his tentacles was struck, eliciting a cry of pain.

"Jade! Floyd! Azul! Go under!" You screamed within the confines of the net. Every fibre of your being yearned to save them, to shield them from the violence that surrounded them. 

"We're not leaving you here!" Jade yelled as he clutched his wound.

You knew that your friends, determined and stubborn as they were, would refuse to leave you there. But you couldn’t bear the thought of them getting injured. Their wounds would not only weaken them, but also lure predators with the scent of their blood.  

You took a deep breath, drawing upon your siren abilities, and channelled the essence of a song.

“Sail, sail, my love, to your haven so near,

In gentle whispers, I'll erase your fear.

Hear the echoes calling, where your heart belongs,

To the place you call home, where solace prolongs.”

With a pained expression etched, you watched as your friends valiantly resisted the enchanting song, their wills straining against its enthralling grip. But their resistance crumbled in the end, and they succumbed to the irresistible allure. Azul sank beneath the surface, followed by Floyd, and finally Jade, their forms disappearing into the depths of the sea.

A searing ache consumed your being, and tears gathered in your eyes, forming crystals that fell into the saline sea as grief washed over you like a relentless tide. The darkness closed in, shrouding your senses, you could only hope that their retreat would ensure their safety.

“Wake up, Siren!” a voice reverberated through the room, coaxing you from the depths of your weary slumber.

With a heavy heart to depart from the comfort of your dreams, you pried open your eyes, greeted by the sight of the same gilded cage that had held you captive for what seemed like an eternity. Its ornate bars, adorned with delicate swirls of gold and embellished with glittering jewels could do nothing to disguise the truth of your confinement.

The very captain who had captured you, a count hungry for the royal family’s favour, had subjected you to this life of imprisonment. The cage stood as a constant reminder that your wings had been clipped, your voice silenced, and your spirit shackled, condemned to perform as entertainment for the King, to be at his beck and call whenever he desired a song.

As if on cue, the maid entrusted with your care stepped into the cage, her eyes devoid of warmth as she seized your chin, her grip unyielding. With calculated precision, she forced open your mouth, pouring a vile concoction down your throat, its repugnant taste leaving an acrid trail upon your tongue. It was the potion that kept you bound to your human form and bound your magic from affecting humans when you sang. 

"Today marks your debutante ball, Siren," she declared, her voice brimming with a twisted blend of authority and cruelty. "His Majesty wishes to show off your voice before the nobility. Do not disappoint," she warned, her tone laced with unyielding sternness, before ushering a group of maids.

Under their meticulous ministrations, you were adorned with extravagant garments and adorned with jewels that gleamed like captured starlight. They transformed you into a spectacle, an exquisite centrepiece meant to captivate the eyes and hearts of the guests. 

As the grand ball commenced, you sat imprisoned within your gilded cage, observing the guests dressed in glamour and glitz. The room swelled with the symphony of extravagance, where noble attendees revelled in their resplendent attire. Yet, amidst the glittering chandeliers and joyous chatter, you sat, a forlorn figure, your voice a vessel of despair and resignation. 

Though it felt as though all hope had long abandoned you, you dutifully fulfilled your sole purpose in singing for the guests. Every note that escaped your lips carried the weight of countless unspoken pleas for freedom, interwoven with the haunting echoes of a lost song.

“Oh, hear my song of longing, let it be known,

For the sea is my solace, where my heart finds home.

The whispers of the ocean, they haunt my dreams,

A haunting reminder of where my heart gleams.”

As the final strains of your song dissipated into the air, a hush fell upon the room, quickly shattered by thunderous applause. Still, no human truly comprehended the depths of your emotions. The benevolent humans of fairy tales were nothing but falsehoods, a cruel illusion that had shattered years ago.

The King, adorned in resplendent garments, stood from his throne, delivering a boastful speech that resounded through the hall like a proclamation of power. The room swayed to the rhythm of laughter and conversation, with men of stature requesting the pleasure of young ladies' company in a dance, while clusters of women huddled together, their whispers a symphony of scandalous gossip.

Amidst the sea of faces, your eyes locked onto three figures standing in the distance. Their presence, an enigmatic convergence of familiarity and longing, ignited a flicker of recognition within your soul. Two of them, their vibrant teal hair reminiscent of the sun's shimmering dance upon the waves, bore an uncanny resemblance to Floyd, the spirited eel who loved coiling his tail around you playfully, and Jade, the seemingly reserved eel who would always delight in an opportunity to tease you. The third gentleman, with his silver hair and an air of quiet strength, seemed vaguely familiar as well. He embodied an essence that resonated with your core, as if he held a fragment of the trio from your childhood—those treasured companions whom were forever lost in the depths of memory.

With bittersweet yearning, you imagined the remarkable individuals they had blossomed into. In the depths of your being, a profound sadness welled up as you recalled the laughter, the dreams, the unspoken promises that would forever reside in the ethereal realm of nostalgia, untouchable and elusive.

In the midst of your wistful reverie, the grand ballroom was abruptly plunged into darkness. Only slender slithers of moonlight dared to trespass through the lofty windows, casting ghostly silhouettes upon the parquet floor. The air, once teeming with joy and mirth, now resounded with a cacophony of anguished cries, the clash of swords, the splatter of blood, and disoriented screams. 

Chaos ensued, and within the madness, a voice, resonant and deep, pierced through the darkness like a beacon. It called out your name—a name that hadn't graced your ears in what felt like an eternity, yet reverberated with a familiarity that stirred the depths of your soul. The timbre carried echoes of memories long past, evoking emotions that lay dormant in the recesses of your being. 

"My dear, we're here for you," the voice declared.

In the heart of the obsidian expanse, the barriers of your prison shattered. Cerulean eyes, radiant beacons amidst the moon's silvery caress, pierced through the gloom, captivating your senses before a figure materialized, enfolding you in a long-awaited embrace. Warmth cascaded over you, eroding the layers of captivity and despair that had bound you for what felt like an eternity.

"Don't worry, we’ll get you out of here," he murmured, his voice a tender lullaby of reassurance.

Guided by his steadfast presence, you found yourself whisked away from the suffocating darkness, carried with gentle strength to a balcony adorned in the moon's delicate radiance. Under the night sky, you were joined by Jade and Floyd, their figures etched with the crimson hue of battle. Their vigilant expressions softened as their eyes met yours, their worry transformed into relief at the sight of your safety.

Without hesitation, Floyd stepped forward, his embrace enveloping your frail body in a gentle, comforting hold that spoke of unspoken affection. And then, Jade followed suit, his arms encircling you with a protective embrace that resonated with unyielding loyalty.

Overwhelmed by a tidal wave of emotions, you crumbled under the weight of your reunion. Tears, like crystalline streams of relief, flowed freely down your cheeks, carrying away the weight of fear and uncertainty that had burdened your spirit for far too long. 

With tenderness in his eyes, Jade delicately removed a glove stained with the remnants of his enemies. His fingertips, like feathers brushing against your skin, gently wiped away the remnants of your tears.

"Let's go home, dear," he murmured, before planting a kiss tender as a butterfly's kiss on your forehead. "Leave the rest to us.

And so, you succumbed to his words, clutching him tightly. As darkness enveloped your senses, you surrendered to the embrace of slumber, knowing that when you next opened your eyes, it would be in the familiar embrace of home with your most treasured companions.

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[nmoroder]

reading safehouse walls

[metalfacedmechon]

alright, i should probably go to bed- hopefully i’ll be faster tomorrow, we’ll see!

[trombone-minivan]

I had lost a large amount of money buying and selling Arena vehicles when the update first came out. Out of all those mostly-useless but fun contraptions, the monster truck reigned supreme. Unlike in freemode, squashing opponents to death was not only possible but oh so satisfying in the Arena game modes. Sure, the primary weapons were ehh but who needed those when you could kill the enemy by just driving over them. There were bonuses on the game modes one week recently so I bought myself a Sasquatch on PS5 as well. I named it Bike Remover and I made it my mission to make every Deathbike player have a worse day. At one point, I happened to get into a Flag War 1v1 with a Deathbike - a certain loss if the biker knew what to do. Luckily for me, the other guy absolutely threw the second round after demolishing me on the first. It didn't help their cause that I was playing like an absolute sweaty slimy rat, leaving kinetic mines in tight places (instant death for bikes) and camping the hell out of the only entry to my flag. I managed to eek out a win in that second round, and the opponent promptly ragequit.

While the crown of my favorite Import/Export Special Vehicle would have to go to the Phantom Wedge, the Wastelander is a close second. With a low price tag, more suspension travel than the height of some cars and a (albeit very low) possibility of four or five Combat MG's on board, it had just enough dazzle to convince me to buy it. Being very clearly based on a fun vehicle from a Fast & Furious film helped it too.

My first GB200 was a build based on pictures from a no-skip playlist of cool, quirky, or legendary cars: an originally-2003 car book simply called Supercars (by Richard Gunn). Of course, the RS200 is in there. As for its in-game counterpart, I can't say the GB200 was my favourite rally car - despite feeling quite zippy. The honor of the fave goes to a slightly older car...

I'll be honest, the Brawler flew under my radar. I've had one on old gen and recently obtained one (as a prize ride) on new gen too. The Brawler has been in the back of my mind as a long-undefeated top speed king for its class, but not much more. It was only the first time I fired up the prize ride that I learned about another trick up its sleeve: a truly unique-sounding engine. No easy feat for a 2015 car.

You’d think a big, spiked behemoth like the Future Shock Cerberus would have packed some serious firepower, wouldn’t you? Nope. You and your passenger each got nothing but a dinky flamethrower that barely reached beyond the chassis and couldn’t singe the wings off of a mosquito. In fact, the Cerberus’ weapons were more prone to damaging itself than its aggressor, and you couldn’t even switch to handheld weapons as a backup. Nevertheless, it still looked totally badass, especially flying through the sky at the hands of someone who had mastered the shunt boost.

Sasquatches were a common sight among friends and crew, because a giant jumping monster truck is something everyone can enjoy. I went with the Apocalypse variant, because the Future Shock was a little too weird, even for me. Strangely, GTA monster trucks were never much good at crushing cars, typically pushing them around and occasionally toppling over instead, but at least the Sasquatch could jump on top of them like Goombas. I wonder if it was a subtle metaphor for IRL monster truck shows moving away from car crushing and shifting to racing and stunt-themed events. As long as I can still BUY THE WHOLE SEAT BUT ONLY NEED THE EDGE SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY

The Wastelander was such a goofy thing. It was used in scripted missions as a vehicle transport, but there was no way to actually transport vehicles with it in regular gameplay, so you were just left with this oversized hauler that took up two lanes. When we pulled it out of the garage, it was usually to ford one of the western rivers or to bring an obnoxiously huge vehicle to a car meet.

Sometimes I thought about buying a Technical just for the fun of it, but I could never justify the purchase, because I didn’t need it and the Insurgent did everything it could do. Then the Technical Aqua was introduced, which solved the dilemma cleanly. Once it was in the water and not getting the barrels hung up on streetlights and pieces of geometry, it was a good time. The game really could have used more things to do in the water on the main map.

Most of the special vehicles that came with the Import/Export update were used to test and try out new features on cars, like the Phantom Wedge’s plow, or in this case, the Rocket Voltic’s jet engine. This car was literally just a Voltic with a rocket engine installed in the back. It took a little while for it to recharge, but back then, we didn’t care and just had a good time with it. Even after newer and better vehicles with rocket boosts were released, the Rocket Voltic still had a niche in baiting griefers hiding in passive mode into taking a ride and being forcibly ejected without a parachute 400 feet above the ground.

To this day, the Ruiner 2000 remains the single most expensive land vehicle in the game at 5.7 million GTA-bucks, or 4.3 million with the trade discount. That’s on top of the 2.5 million you needed for the office and warehouse to store it. All those millions didn’t really seem worth it until years later, when it was discovered to be one of the best ways to bully Oppressors. The Ruiner 2000 was nothing special by today’s standards, with only eight missiles, a jump function, and a parachute, but owning one opened up access to the Fully Loaded VIP job. Fully Loaded gave the player who started it a unique Ruiner 2000 with infinite missiles, Mobile Operations Center armor, and immunity to missile lock-on, in addition to turning off police for everyone in the session for 20 minutes. Seeing those two words pop up was like hearing Gabriel blow the trumpets, and every crew member in the session knew it was time to bring about the griefer’s personal Götterdämmerung.

The last Ruiner in my collection is this one here. The ability for muscle cars to wheelie was added to the game a few years after it came out on PC, breathing new life into the class by adding a traversal option, so I needed a Ruiner that didn’t date back to 2015. Much more care was put into its appearance, with true white crew paint, glass t-top panels, and a drink in the cupholder for that extra lived-in touch. It was my daily driver for quite some time and eventually retired to a place of honor next to my nightclub’s office, where it could still be part of my GTA life up until the very end.

One of my all-time favorite IRL cars is the Ford RS200, a 600HP monster masquerading as a quirky ‘80s grocery getter to the untrained eye. GTA paid respects to its Group B origins with the GB200, and the conversion was pretty darn faithful. It was a little pokey at the top end because it was released during the developers’ obsession with “advanced” handling flags that only served to hamper performance, but that didn’t stop me from throwing it down the dirt roads and beaches all day.

The Brawler was another obscure off-road sports car that only a game like GTA would feature. It was based on the Local Motors Rally Fighter, a lifted limited-production car powered by a Corvette motor. It was just as fast as its real-life counterpart, but in a twist of fate the Rally Fighter is likely much safer to drive as the Brawler was infamous for having brakes made of gas station toilet paper. You needed a co-driver to watch the trail well in advance or you’d be parking it in a ditch, which was a fate worse than death in the dark ages of 2015, well before the ability to dismiss personal vehicles was added.

Sometimes you just want a truck. The Caracara 4x4 was added to the game well after the original Caracara failed to sate demand for an F-150 Raptor, and it was an apology well accepted, with great aesthetics and capability. I’m not really a fan of CCSB trucks in real life, but the four seats were welcome here because I drove this thing everywhere. Lots of other people did too, and the Caracara 4x4 was a regular sight in public lobbies well after it faded out of being the new hotness. Flying in the face of memes about American truck owners, people who drove trucks in GTA were almost always total bros and very chill. It spoke volumes about someone’s personality when, in a game full of multi-million-dollar exotics and futuristic wondercars, they chose to drive a good ol’ pickup truck.