#give him a found family he wont ruin

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

Anyway yeah I read Golden Kamuy

[rafeandonlyrafe]

the heavy weight of guilt (part two)

words: 700

warnings: 18+ only, smut, cheating, p in v sex, unprotected sex

part one / part two

“what the fuck did you do?” rafe growls.

“what?” you ask, batting your eyelashes at him. “you would never leave her unless she found out, so i made it so you have to be with just me.”

“you're fucking crazy if you think im going to stay with you after you destroyed my family.” rafe grunts out.

“destroyed? you did that by cheating on your wife. don't blame me for exposing the truth.”

“the truth is that you came into me, practically forced yourself onto me.”

“yet you were completely willing. don't be ridiculous rafe. you don't even care about your dumb kids or stupid wife anyways. all you care about is fucking young pussy.”

“aren't you worried ill leave you some day then? get with someone younger as you grow old and wrinkle.” rafe tilts his head to the side, trying to anger you even more.

“oh rafe” you laugh maniacally. “i will never let you leave me. i wont lose you like your wife did.”

“goddamn it.” rafe grunts, bending down and picking you up, slinging you over your shoulder like you're just a sack of flour.

“damn, you're strong when you're pissed.” you chuckle, which just makes rafes hold on you tighten further.

“shut up, please.” he begs. he needs to get his anger and frustration out, and since you're the cause of his guilt, it's going to be by using you.

“fine, we can talk about our new living arrangements after you fuck me silly.” you know you're only antagonizing rafe further as he tosses you onto the bed, throwing you so hard you bounce against the mattress.

“i hate you.” rafe says before smashing his lips against yours, dominating your mouth as his hands begin to strip you of your clothing, pulling it away until you're naked.

“get undressed, let me see you.” you say, trying to unbutton rafes shirt, but he just pushes your hand away.

“im gonna fuck you how i want to fuck you. you're not in control anymore.” 

you're surprised by his sure dominance. he's always been on top before, but he's never disobeyed you.

you keep quiet, lips practically sealing closed as rafe undoes his pants, tugging his zipper down just to pull his cock out, already hard like it always is whenever he's around you.

“god, look at you.” rafe groans when you spread your legs, pussy blossoming open for him like it always does. “such a little slut. my slut, and now im yours too. you made sure of that, huh?”

you're not sure how to respond, but rafe barely gives you any time anyways as he pushes forward, plunging his cock inside of you in one smooth motion.

despite his size, he gives you not even a moment to adjust as he begins to fuck you without a care, snapping his hips forward, focused solely on his own pleasure.

you try to keep your body relaxed as you watch rafe above you. his eyes are on you but they're glossed over, like he's in another place.

you sit up rapidly, tapping your palm against his face. “hey.” you grunt. “you're not thinking of someone else right?”

“what, like my soon to be ex wife? so what if i am? you ruined that already.” 

you move quickly, pulling your body away only to grab rafe and bring him forward onto the bed. he's so surprised by your sudden show of stretch that when you flip him over onto his back he doesn't question it.

“it's only me. you're mine forever.” you sink your pussy down on rafes cock.

his moans betray him as his head tilts back, mouth wide as you ride him, moving your hips quickly and aggressively to spur him on, not caring that your pussy is already sore.

“mine.” you growl as your hands attack the buttons on his shirt until you're able to pull the two sides open and reveal his bare torso, muscled and covered with a faint dusting of hair.

“i know, shit.” rafe knew he was yours from the moment your lips met, cementing the end of his marriage and end of the good guy streak he had going for many years.

“and you're going to cum in me and actually get me pregnant.” you already stopped taking your birth control the day after you sent that video to rafes wife. “and you'll like this kid and raise it how you want and never leave them or me.”

“god, you're fucking crazy.” rafe says, hips rising up to meet yours.

“and that's why you'll be mine forever.”

[writingroom21]

Seeing the ghost face reader just inspired me with something. Imagine shy introverted reader (she's like fluttershy if you watched my little pony) nerdy pouge reader where she is sarah’s bestie who has a massive crush on rafe but doesn't show it but when he starts saying something really bad to Sarah (I don't know what) reader loses it inside since she can't show it so later that night she secretly goes to race room quietly while he's asleep wakes him up by slapping his face hard (he wont mind since he's always found reader hot) reader is secretly a dom as they have hardcore sex

Like A Virgin

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex(wrap it up), cream pie, overstimulation, chocking, oral (m receiving), (let me know if I missed any)

Wc: 3.2K

A/N: I'm loving all the requests I've been getting! Keep them coming! I'm getting through them as fast as I can, so sorry if it take a while. I also just started my new job so I have to figure out a writing schedule. So please bare with me, I will get to them

“What the fuck Rafe! Why do you always have to start something? He’s my boyfriend, he can be here.” Sarah’s voice echoes through the halls.You had just walked through the back door to get a drink. She had invited the pogues over for a pool day, you’ve all been outside all day. From the moment you had gotten there you could tell something was off.

Sarah was tense and a little short, apologizing straight after and blaming it on being tired. You would believe her if it wasn’t for the dark looming shadow that was Rafe Cameron. He was lurking around, making sly comments, objectifying your’s and Kie’s body. He knew better than to try with Cleo, she would kill him in his sleep in a heartbeat. There was definitely something going on because even if he normally is a dick, he would have quit by now.

You’ve been Sarah’s friend for ages, the only person she never actually tried to push away. It was shocking for everyone because she’s always been out going while you kept to yourself. Instead of making friends you were reading not wanting to be bothered by the other kids. Then one day Sarah came up to you and forced you out of your shell.From then on the two of you were attached by the hip, always together. She never onced judged you for being a pogue even when all her kook friends made fun of you.

They saw you as an easy target. The shy, poor, bookworm pogue who hangs off the kook princess with a vice grip. She would always defend you, telling them off. Even going as far as getting into an argument with Rafe about you. He wasn’t always a dick to you, at first he was even nice? If you could even use that word but when he started to do drugs he became a different person.

You’ve spent countless hours in this house and viewing how the family dynamic works. They sometimes tend to forget that you are there, your quietness hiding you from their view. You’ve seen how Rafe can get, yelling and making a mess of things. How Ward neglects his eldest and youngest for Sarah and so on. The family has a complicated relationship that’s for sure, but you knew something was wrong.

Now you can see what was wrong, it was all of you. “No, I don't want filthy pogues in my house. They are nothing but low lives Sarah. If you want to ruin your life fine but don’t drag the rest of us down.” Rafe’s voice booms over hers. “Ahhhh you are so crazy. You are literally the worst. I just wanted to have a good time with my friends. Why can’t you just be a normal brother for once?” Sarah storms off running into you on her way back outside. 

“Hey did you?” She points behind her and you just nod. “I’m sorry.” You give her a quick hug and she goes back outside. Entering the kitchen you see Rafe texting on his phone leaning on the counter. He looks up at you and rolls his eyes. “What do you want, pogue?”  You ignore the venom that was laced in his words. Doing what you always do, biting your tongue afraid of the confrontation's consequences. “Fucking spit it out, stop being such a baby.” With a deep breath you do.

“Maybe you should try being nicer to people. Sarah’s your sister and you treat her like shit.” Rafe scoffs as you get water from the fridge. “If I wanted advice I wouldn’t go to someone who’s poor. You and your criminal friends are just a waste of space.” He watches as you walk away, looking back to say one last thing today. “Don’t you find it funny how Sarah actually has friends. You’re still hanging out with high schoolers because everyone hates you. Maybe it's time to change and grow up.”

He left you alone after that. The rest of the afternoon was peaceful and filled with fun. At first you were scared of what he would say or do. You expected him to actually run out after you and start yelling. But nothing happened. Sarah had ordered you all pizzas and set up the movies in the living room. Everyone ate and walked as the movies played in the background. As it got later, the sun died, sleeping until it is brought to life once again in the morning. Mostly everyone was asleep, Kie and Sarah chatted and you chimed in time for time. But soon the sounds of Kie’s voice faded and became nothing. 

“Sarah?” The sound of blankets indicates that someone is moving around.”Yeah?” There’s so much you want to say, tell her so she knows you are there for you. But none of them seem good enough. “Are you okay?” You hear a sigh and more shuffling. Sarah plops her pillow and blanket next to you, laying down, she finally answers. “I guess.”

“It must be tough when he acts like that. I’m sorry you don’t deserve this.” Usually you don’t really comment on these things. Rafe is an iffy topic for Sarah. After he tried to kill her, she finds it hard to even look at him. She wants to help him because he’s her brother but at the same time she doesn’t recognize him. You don’t like to pick at the sore wound so you tend to just lend a comforting hand. “It’s always kinda been like this, the drugs just make it worse.” She pauses, taking a deep breath. “I still remember when we were little and I was so scared of a thunderstorm that he held me the whole night. Told me that he would always be there to protect me because he was my big brother, he loved me. Sometimes I wish I could go back to that, I don’t know who he is.”

You hand finds hers over the blankets, squeezing her fingers. “Sometimes people get lost. Some get help and find their way while the others continue on the never ending path. It sucks that you can’t do anything, he won’t let you. If it makes you feel better I think that part of him is still in there somewhere, he just hasn’t had the chance to show it.” 

Her fingers squeeze yours back. “I hope so.” Sarah fell asleep shortly after that conversation, leaving you to lay there and think. You think back to when you were young, Rafe seemed normal then. Sure he had some quirks but what child doesn’t. He would always hold the door for you everywhere you went. Ward would have you tag along on outings since he felt bad seeing your face after Sarah would tell you about something cool they did. There were also moments when he would try to make you smile, the little boy just wanted to make you happy. 

At that time Rafe was okay with having you around, if you twisted it out of him he might even say excited. That didn’t last long because their mother died and with her she took the last last bit of hope he ever had. He never truly felt safe again knowing that the person he loved the most was just gone. The outburst was the first sign he wasn’t okay, yet Ward ignored it. Then it was the violence, once again ignored. Finally the drugs got him the attention he was looking for. All for him to hear what he always knew. “You’re a fucking disappointment Rafe. Knew it from the moment I laid eyes on you.” From then on out the world was dead to him, he only needed to focus on himself. Everyone else is the enemy. 

Sarah’s words keep replaying in your head. Why can’t Rafe see he’s hurting people? You get why he shut you out, even when you were crushed and cried, you understood. But he can’t do it anymore to his own sister. Without thinking your body makes a mistake. It carries you up the stairs and straight into his room. The sounds of the door shutting wakes him up, he rubs his eyes trying to process what woke him. He opens his eyes just in time to see your hand in the air and strikes his cheek with your palm. 

“What the fuck.” He had to take a second to fully realize that you just slapped him. “What is your problem? Can’t you just be nice to people.” He sits up on the bed and you try to push him back down but he catches your hands. “Me be nice? You just walked into my room while I was sleeping just so you could fucking slap me. How about you be nice.” You struggle to get his grip off of you to no avail, he was holding on tight.

“I’ve been nice since the first time I met you. Kept my mouth shut when you did fucked up shit. Stop ruining your life and the life of others.” His eyes are piercing yours, his hold somehow tighter. “Maybe you should keep it shut, I like it better when you aren’t talking.” He pulls you closer, your knee catching you on the bed so you don’t fall. 

He’s staring at your lips, licking his to wet them. You go to argue with him but he cuts you off. “Come on. I bet a filthy pogue like you could think of ways to put it to better use.” One of his hands that was holding yours lowers. He stops once he feels your fingers brush against the bulge that’s forming in his boxers. The ignorant smirk that always bestows his face makes its way back.

Yanking your hand back, you slap him again, the smirk falling. Once again without thinking your body makes mistake two of the night. You kiss him. Pulling on the chain that lays around his neck, smashing your lips to his. Your other arms wrap around his neck, the hand holding the chain twists, closing it slightly. If this was a mistake then you can beg for forgiveness later, absolving your sins can wait. 

He just tasted too good to stop.

His hands go to your waist, pulling you onto his lap. “I knew you had a thing for me.” If this was your childhood you then there would be no room for arguing. The person you are in this moment doesn’t want to admit how true it is. You have seen how bad of a person he’s become and you know you would lose Sarah if she ever found out. “Do you even know how to keep your mouth shut? For once shut the fuck up.”

From the corner of your eye you see his belt laying on the floor in a pile of his clothes from earlier. Leaning over the side of the bed, you grab it and return to your previous position. “What are you doin” You kiss him to stop him from talking further, hands slowly pulling him over his head. The motion of you grinding down on him was enough to distract him from the feeling of the belt wrapping around his wrists and headboard. 

When you pull back and sit on his lap he goes to chase your lips just to be blocked by the fact his hands are tied. “What the fuck. Get these off.” The headboard rattles against the wall as he struggles to break loose. “Take these off right now or else.” Rafe’s tone is threatening but you can’t help but to laugh at the sight in front of you. The guy who’s been terrorizing your friend group is all vulnerable underneath you. “Or else, what? I’ll just leave you like this, maybe even take off the boxers so whoever finds you will realize you got played.” You scoot back to sit on his thighs.

“What do you think about that, huh Rafe? Personally, the idea of Ward finding you like that is hilarious. Better yet I’ll take a picture of you and post it everywhere, let everyone see the mean old Rafe Cameron as nothing else than a pussy.” Your teasing is accompanied by your fingers grazing over the bulge in his boxers. Rafe wants nothing more than to cuss you out right now. Make you regret even thinking that you could get one over on him.

The twitching in his boxers gives him away. He’s enjoying it. The big scary man that has a whole island afraid of him is enjoying the way you talk down on him. “You like that don’t you? You are a pussy, you know that right?” Your hand grips him tight, a whimper forced out of him. “Stop.” The words are weak and a contrast to how his hips are bucking up into your hand. Feeling generous you lower the boxers, taking his dick in your mouth without warning.

Rafe lets out a sigh when he feels the warmth of your mouth wrap around him. He goes to thrust into your mouth and you pull back, hands pushing his hips back down. “Do that again and I’ll leave you here to be found. I’m not kidding Rafe.” He nods at you, wincing as your nails dig into his skin. “Words.”

He looks down at you and can’t recognize who you are. Where has this side of you been hiding? He’s only ever known you as Sarah’s shy best friend. Yet the person in front of him looks like you but doesn’t act like you. “I get it. Fuck when were you like this?” From this view he looks so pretty.

His cheeks are a shade of pink from blushing, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. He looks good enough to fuck. If he took time to see what you were reading he would see that you’ve always been like this. You just never advertised it like he does. “Always have been. Maybe if you were nicer to people you would know that.” His eyes close when you go back to sucking him off. They scrunch up when he isn’t getting the satisfaction he’s looking for. You are barely even sucking.

It’s more as if he’s in your mouth and you are moving up and down on it. There’s no suction or hand to facilitate your movements. Not enough pressure for him to feel good, in fact he just feels frustrated. Your ears perk up when you hear his little groans and whimpers. “What’s wrong? Is it not good?” The words yes are on the tip of his tongue, they died as soon as his eyes met yours. There’s this defiant look in them, as if you want him to tell you somethings wrong. “No no it’s okay. Great”

You give him a smile. “Good boy.” The moans he lets out to your words are chocked on when you actually start to blow him. Rafe is no virgin that’s for sure, but god damn he feels like one right now. This has got to be one of the best blowjobs he’s ever received, scratch that it is the best. “Please.” He sounds pathetic and it makes you speed up. Rafe physically chokes on air from the sudden change, his body convulsing.

He keeps letting out these moans that sound whiny and a mix of pain. The way that he twitches in your mouth just confirms he’s close. Crystal blue eyes open to see why you stopped. Even in the dark his eyes are still beautiful, it’s not fair. Rafe watches as you slip out of your sleep shorts and panties, then you shirt. Leaving you fully exposed since you didn’t wear a bra.

Taking your panties, you crawl up to hover over his lap. He looks up at you ready to ask you to finally fuck him but you took him by surprise by shoving your panties in his mouth. “Hold this for me baby. Maybe that will finally shut you up.” The two of you stare into the others eyes as you sink down on him. Just from sucking him off you were soaked so he easily slid in. It was a good thing you muffled him. The moan he let out was so loud that it could still be heard, you had to cover his mouth just to stop the sound.

“God you act like a fucking virgin. Thought you were the kook king who could get anyone he wanted.” Rafe’s head was pinning, everything you are doing is making him so confused. He’s usually the one fucking, even when the girls on top he controls everything. Having you come in here and just fuck him as if he’s there for you is mind fucking. When he’s pictured this exact moment it was with you under him, screaming and clawing at his back as he fucked the shit out of you.

This is not how your first time should have gone. It’s the wrong way around yet it felt amazing.

Sweat is forming on your skin, the moonlight reflecting off of it. Your body is on overdrive, bouncing up and down. There is a tingle in your lower abdomen, a sign of your impending orgasim. As the feeling slowly crocendos, your body leans forward. You place the hand that was covering his mouth on his throat. The squeeze of your hand has his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

He’s so close to cumming, can feel it running from his fingertips to his arms that you have tied. He practically cries when you finally cum, your walls pulsating around him, triggering his own orgasim. You let go of his throat, wiping the tears from his eyes and shushing him. “It’s okay. You did so good.” He sobs around your panties, sucking the fabric lightly to ground himself. The way you keep slowly bouncing is killing him, he’s ready to pass out from the sensation. 

Looking down to see where the two of you were connected was his first mistake of the night. The sight alone sent him into another smaller orgasim, his body thrashing from the overstimulation. You pull yourself up and fall down next to him. After a few minutes of not talking to catch your breaths, Rafe tries to speak. Looking over at him you can see he’s staring at you, leaning up you take your panties out of his mouth and slip them back on.

“Are you going to untie me now?” You smile at him and give him a short kiss. Getting up you gather your clothes and put them on. “This isn’t funny untie me or I’ll tell everyone you fucked me.” You walk over to the side of the bed he occupied, leaning to grab the belt holding his arms. Dipping your head to his ears you whisper to him. “Really think anyone would believe you?”

You move back watching his face drop when you walk further towards the door. “Think of this as payback for all my years of silence.” You shrug and open the door. “I’ll get you back for this.” With one last look at him you smirked.

“I hope so.”

[wangxianficrecs]

Catharsis by Starfell123

Catharsis

by Starfell123

T, WIP, 7k, Wangxian

Summary: “Look, I know I’m probably foolish. I know that the chances of this not being a business-meeting are slim to none, but I need to know for sure. If Uncle Jiang wants to apologize, I’ll give him a chance to do so. If not, I want to tell him where to stick it in person.” Thirteen years after being thrown out by the Jiangs, Jiang Fengmian contacts Wei Wuxian and asks to meet. Wei Wuxian goes in the hopes of reconciling with his adopted family, but the circumstances he finds himself in wont allow that to happen. What will he do when his former guardian tries to arrange a marriage for him that will benefit the Jiang-sect? Kay's comments: This story felt very satisfying. Thirteen years after being kicked out by Madam Yu, Wei Wuxian is thriving. He's filthy rich, he's surrounded by people who love and support him, he has a successful company and now, Jiang Fengmian turns up because the Jiang Sect is struggling and thinks he can just marry Wei Wuxian off as though he's still part of the sect, because technically, he was never formally struck of the disciple rosters. Also, rest in pieces Madam Yu, she's not missed. Really loved how soft Wangxian were for each other. Excerpt: Now the Jin-sect was on the verge of collapse and several sects stood on the brink of financial ruin. Wei Wuxian hadn’t been all that interested in listening to the financial portion of the story - he let Qing-jie handle their money for a reason! - but he’d understood enough to know that things were BAD. “I am aware of the monetary issues most sects face in the wake of Jin Guangyao’s schemes. Have you found a way to save Yunmeng Jiang?” “Yes. The Lan-sect has offered to enter an alliance with us. An alliance based on marriage.” Jiang Fengmian gave him a significant look and Wei Wuxian’s thoughts started racing. A marriage alliance. Someone from the Jiang-sect was getting married to a Lan. Who…? He tried to mask his growing dread with a smile. “Oh, that’s so sweet! Did you call me here to invite me to Jiang Cheng’s wedding?” Jiang Fengmian grimaced. “Not exactly…” Before he had a chance to say anything else, the door opened to reveal two figures clad in white.

pov wei wuxian, modern setting, modern with magic, wei wuxian leaves the yunmeng jiang sect, attempted arranged marriage, bad parents jiang fengmian & yu ziyuan, somebody lives/not everybody dies, hurt/comfort, happy ending, genius wei wuxian, rich wei wuxian, families of choice

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[depravitymoon]

How long would the the Bucci Gang members harras-I mean court their senpais prior to the kidnapping phase? Under normal circumstances, who would be successful in hiding the yan part of their affection, and who would inevitably slip up during this courtship phase?

Oooo, this ask fits well into talk about mental instability.

60% of this will based on their mental stablilty, 10% is how manipulative they are, and another 10% of it will be based on their own personality, 20% is based on how hard or easy it is for them to go yandere. (Sorry for the math lol).

Tldr: For most of the them, it just depends on when you trigger their Yandere side during the courting phase instead of a time frame. Trish is the best at hiding her yan side. Narancia, Mista, and Fugo will slip up the fastest.

The longer version:

Narancia never really hides that he's yandere. You would just end up brushing off his yandere tendencies as being friendly until he crosses some lines, but once he does that, it's too late. Narancia wouldn't kidnap you, but he will not leave your home when asked to. You probably wouldn't know Narancia was courting you being he's always acted like an over affectionate friend within the 3 to 6 months you knew him.

Mista will kidnap you once to show that he can, but he really just wants to have a 'normal' relationship with you. The reason? Because you found out he's a ruthless mafioso and you wanted no part of Passione nor his violent life. When do you find out? I would say within a year. It's going to make for an awkward 1 year anniversary.

As soon as you wont give Bruno the family he wants, he's kidnapping you. Otherwise, Bruno would just use manipulation tactics to keep you close to him. As long as you do what Bruno says, there will be no need for kidnapping. I would say Bruno's one of the more successful Yandere that can hide it, but he'll slip up when his baby fever shows and he gets too overprotective of you.

Trish plans on kidnapping you as soon as she falls in love with you. Well, not kidnapping. More like ruins your life so feel compelled to only rely on her. She's very good at hiding how yanderu she is thanks to Spice Girl. In fact, it's mainly Spice Girl pulling the strings while Trish can focus on courtship you properly.

For Abbacchio's yandere side, it really depends. Ultimately, as soon as he thinks you're in danger. What makes him yandere is his paranoia of losing such a good person like you to some tragedy. He refuses to lose you like he lost his partner. Abbacchio might be too tsundere to properly court and just stalks you with Moody Blues. You most likely didn't even know he had a crush on you at all.

Yandere Giorno is someone I imagine is successful hiding his Yan tendencies. However, he'll slip up because he does have a power trip thanks to being Don and having GER. You can date Giorno for years and not know what he's really like.

As soon as you piss Fugo off, his Yan colors show. This one I truly have no timeline for because it all depends on what type of darling you are to Fugo. However, Fugo will definitely screw up and will be forced to use yandere tactics to keep you near.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Of all the things to come to mind, Ganondorf had not figured that a sore neck and back were going to be his biggest concerns at the moment. But as the demon king tried to shift his position lying on his side on top of the vines and plateau that had formed in his display of power, he winced a little as his muscles tightened.

For an instant, he regretted returning to his original form as soon as he had. It had certainly drained him of more energy than he’d liked. But then he looked down and sighed as his heart warmed, and perhaps he could handle the ache.

Link was asleep, snuggled against his chest and held there loosely by Ganondorf’s arm. The boy had spent the last four days wandering the Depths, and though he’d found several ruins (and collected poes, and all sorts of flora, and any shiny thing in sight as the boy was wont to do), none had resulted in discovering any more of their family.

Surely if that rat king’s subjects had buried Link in a place of honor, the Hylians would have done the same for the sages, yes? Surely if they could at least find Nabooru’s grave she could help them find where Hemisi might be? His daughter had a strong relationship with her parents, she likely would have wished to be buried close to her mother.

Link shivered a little, and Ganondorf pulled him closer for warmth. He checked in on his minions, both above and below the surface, and found there wasn’t really much activity going on. Rauru’s knight was likely asleep as well.

A smile pulled at the demon king’s lips. He wondered how that pathetic knight would fare against his boy. The knight had held up surprisingly well against the puppets he’d thrown at him in the castle. It didn’t make much difference, he supposed. He’d kill him. Perhaps he’d have Link do it. Once the knight was out of the way, the others would fall so easily it would be almost laughable.

A part of him was annoyed that his beasts hadn’t overtaken Hyrule yet. But mostly, he was happier for it. After all, he much preferred a challenge and the satisfaction that came with personally crushing his enemies into dust.

He still had time to recover the strength he lost in helping Link. It would be fine, and Hyrule would be his. His family would be his.

Ganondorf curled in on himself a bit, resting his head over Link’s. Vaguely, he noted the boy’s hair was less brittle - he supposed that meant forcing the boy to eat and drink was actually helping. Good.

Link made a soft noise, catching his attention, and the Gerudo king pulled back a hair to look the boy over. The teenager’s face was scrunched in discomfort, brow furrowing steadily. A nightmare, perhaps. Ganondorf wouldn’t usually care all that much, but goddesses if it didn’t take a near miracle to get this child to sleep. He wasn’t going to let a nightmare sabotage that.

Ganondorf ran a hand through the boy’s hair, gently pulling him to reality rather than letting the dream startle him into it. Link woke blearily, eyes barely opening in confusion, breath still a little fast but not as it could have been. With the nightmare banished, the Gerudo king held him close, kissing his head softly and whispering, “It’s all right. Go back to sleep.”

He didn’t need his magic to make the boy listen. Ganondorf knew from experience that comfort made the boy melt into submission far more than anything, at least in the half awake state he was currently in. And he didn’t mind giving it in moments like this. Link closed his eyes, sniffling a little and snuggling in closer, burying his face in the man’s tunic. Ganondorf chuckled a bit before closing his eyes to rest as well.

Someday soon, he would have everything he wanted. In the meantime, what he had now was more than enough, sore muscles and all.

[theology101]

Im honestly so excited to see the political repercussions for the NCR. I honestly think losing Shady Sands might be a positive for them.

When we run into them in New Vegas they’re corrupt and trapped in a cold guerrilla war. Tandy’s reforms against monopolies have been removed, and military appointments are based off of political connections, not skill.

With Caesar right there, the NCR has to maintain a presence, but its passive. There is neither the political will or need to cross the Colorado river and actually fight with Caesar, allowing him to pick the terms of the war. His terrorist campaigns at Nipton is a perfect example of this - that town should be under the NCR but they could do NOTHING to atop it and its people being burnt. They also cant stop the Powder Gangers.

The NCR is demoralized, a repletion of the exact same pre-war system that lead to Nuclear Fire. Shady Sands is five years into its decline at this point and everyone knows it.

And then Caesar dies of a brain tumor, and the Legion collapses into infighting and civil war. The NCR can relax, try to deal with Mr House formally - then their capitol has its reactor overloaded and destroyed.

Imagine the confusion and chaos there would be if the majority of the executive, legislative and judicial government just got exploded

Who’s in charge, what happens next? Who did this? It would be a Mad house

Thankfully, Mr Bishop - illegitamet son of the Chosen One and Leslie Anne Bishop - is only 38 years old when the Second Battle of Hoover Dam and destruction of Shady Sands occurs. Why are we thankful?

Because he’s a maverick. He knows the wastes like the back of his hand, he’s different from the other Bishops and far more dangerous. MB took over the family when he was just 13, and since then he has lead the family to vast amounts of power. He used the pre-existing connection between the Bishops and the NCR his father founded, as well as their insane amount of capital leading to this ending in Fallout 2 and confirmed canon by Bruce Isaacs in New Vegas, “in the decades following the alliance, several bishops rose to political power”

Right now, since we know that MB wont die until he’s 73 and right now he’s 54, he’s out there. He’s probably the leading political authority in the NCR right now - the Bishops are the NCR’s favorite black ops group. Anything the NCR needs done quietly and off the books, the Bishops can handle. And now that the main government is gone, I think that power is going straight to MB. He’s the only one who can take back control of the NCR in this chaos.

I think the NCR was forced into a bad deal by House after Shady Sands was gone which is honestly pretty positive given his plans longterm. House needs the NCR successful, but he wants his own territory. MB will make the same deal his alleged father helped broker with Vault City giving it quasi independence.

This gives the Government time to recapture itself. They sent a party to continue their cold fusion project near the ruins, but by and large the NCR has left it alone - they surround the territory on all sides, its not like they’re in danger of losing it. On a map, it would still be NCR territory, ya feel? The capital is moved to the Hub, the primary economic powerhouse in Southern California, and the democracy gets going again

[beady-eyed-munson]

Thinking about Wayne going out on dates

He found it difficult enough when people would judge him for being in a trailer but things got difficult having his nephew in his 20s staying with him

'taking over the house' theyd say.

'is there something wrong with him?'

'youre enabling him, you should have kicked him out already'

'Get him out on his ass, he'll shape up quickly'

when it came to Wayne having to sleep on a camping bed and not really having a bedroom

They found it sad, weird and immature for a man Waynes age to not have it made

They all eventually dropped Wayne, and Eddie couldnt help but feel guilty and blame himself for ruining Waynes life

"If they cant accept me and my boy i dont wan' 'em, alright?"

They held onto each other consoling each other. Wayne wouldnt give himself the time to wallow in the lonely pit in his heart, he will wait for the right one. Right now he needed to be there for eddie, they needed each other

"ill be okay, dont you worry about me. Ill find someone... and if i dont, i wont be missing anything because i already have a wonderful family."

There was a pause..

"I love you okay? I love having you around"

"I know"

"Good, just dont want you thinking otherwise, i mean it"

[theemporium]

https://www.tumblr.com/theemporium/744075840826015744/new-pairing-alert-ok-so-this-came-into-my-head?source=share

nicojack x coach!reader cont.

because do you know how funny it would be for jack to be sitting there, already crushing massively on his captain and desperately trying to keep it hidden so it doesn't fuck with the team chemistry. and oh fuck, now their new coach is hot too! why does he keep falling in love with his superiors!

and just imagine that nico and jack figure out their feelings for eachother first and she's happy for them but now it's solidified in her head that she will never be able to act on her feelings for one let alone both of them because she doesnt want to ruin nicojack's relationship. and there's this subtle rift in between the three not only how it relates to the team but in general, and the boys can't really put their finger on it.

and slowly but surely she's pulling away from them and putting up more of a professional wall between her and them. and it all comes to a head because she's refusing to hang out just the three of them because she's their coach, when a few months ago she would have been agreeing in an instant.

and they wont leave her alone until she gives them a valid reason on why she's been so distant with the two of them when she can interact with the rest of the team just fine. and she blurts out in frustration that she's in love with both of them.

her lowkey adopting some of the younger boys and guiding them instead of letting them kinda scamper about like l*ndy did?

just imagine her looking at luke one time and instantly going "this one is mine" and mother hens him from day one.

new thots

what if after she announces her retirement mrs. ellen hughes reaches out expressing her grief because she was an avid fan, fitting reader's games in whilst also keeping track and watching her sons games

and they become friends who message once and a while and get coffee with each other when they are both in the same area

im thinking her age being 1-2 years older than nico

she got gifted these clips in red at her first game and absolutely adores them: https://www.etsy.com/listing/720551725/small-demon-horns-cute-gothic-devil?click_key=abbeeab68ff6bfcfdafcb77ef8fbfc6e4933215e%3A720551725&click_sum=a0db3b04&ref=user_profile&bes=1

owns these earrings and wears them to a good amount of games: https://www.etsy.com/listing/1351736943/new-jersey-devils-red-and-black-crystal?click_key=9821cc430986fa847ecd522b02d7b5e00dcb5994%3A1351736943&click_sum=135f240a&ref=user_profile&cns=1&sts=1

wears either black or red lipstick on game days, those are the only two options i wont be taking critiques on this thot tyvm

imagine the twitter girlies losing their shit the first time she wears the black lipstick to a game with a red suit

in a similar vein i think she is a winged eyeliner girly

imagine her defending her boys with her full chest when the ref makes an unfair ruling against her team. are you kidding me she would die for these boys.

loves a good team dinner, and makes an unofficial tradition that at least twice a month they have to either go out or someone has to host team dinner

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OKAY BUT SHE WOULD ADOPT ALL THE YOUNGER BOYS

like she takes luke and nemec and holtz and she just puts them in her pocket because those are her boys🥹and i just imagine they have this fondness with her where they feel like they can actually talk to her, you know?

like that interview from isaac where he was freaking out about where to park and sit and everything? the reader would be the one to reassure him and she meets up with him early so he can settle down and feel comfortable

and just imagining the team with her after a win? like they just CROWD her in a hug and maybe they just kinda line up and she playfully but affectionately knocks their helmets the way they always do to each other and it's just so🥹

and now i am just sobbing over the found family-ness of it all😭

and don't even get me started on the family skate days where nico and jack are fucking menaces with her and they are basically chasing each other around the rink and dodging other families

and imagine her skating with both their families🥹her just yapping away to ellen and nina when one of the boys comes up behind her to put a beanie on her head to make sure she doesn't get too cold and it's so so so soft

[chirpsythismorning]

What makes me not be on board with Will and El being twins and Hopper and Joyce's biological kids theory is that it'd ruin the aspect I love the most about the Hopper-Byers family: found family.

Hop, a divorced man, adopted a girl and found love again with a divorced woman who escaped a toxic relationship and her two sons. It shows that a straight romantic relationship doesn't need to generate descendents to be valid. I also like the idea of an "alpha-male" like Hopper ending up not passing his genes forward and being ok with the idea of not having biological children.

So, I still think it's more probable Will and El being Lonnie's kids. Anyway, I'm looking forward to find out what the writers prepared for us.

I totally get that! And that's how I felt about it too! So no hard feelings at all.

I think for me it sort of got to a point where I had to put aside my feelings and what I had grown comfortable with for so long, based on my interpretation as the series was happening, and how there is evidence going against our assumptions we've had up to this point, going back to the beginning (same applies to byler as well).

I would also argue that found family is equally as epic as estranged family finding their way back to each other in every universe, despite all of the obstacles in their way. Though, not many things are equally as beautiful as found family, so the standards are very high.

I do want to make it clear that I agree completely about the found family side of why the instinct is to sort of not want to consider this.

Found family is beautiful, and I think it's wonderful that more stories these days are working to de-stigmatize our societies idea of what a family even is, because it's not this cookie cutter concept we've all grown to believe it is. Family comes in many forms and it doesn't have to be blood-related.

It just so happens that in this case, there are too many unanswered questions, going back to the very first episode, all tying these characters to each other.

Hopper more than anyone has so much crypticness revolving around his character (he gives off dad deja vu constantly in s1, like it's actually terrifying), and not only that, but David has alluded to unknowns surrounding his character for years. He's talked about how the truth behind Sarah is more complicated than it seems and that she could have connections to the lab. He even went as far as to say that there were easter eggs in s1 that fans wont get until the end, and that it will make the end of the story beautiful. Assuming he was talking about revelations related to his character, it fits very well with a lot of the evidence hiding in the details connecting all of these characters.

This is also a supernatural show dealing with time-fuckery implications and repressed memories going back to s1. Like just rewatch 1x01 by itself and you'll see what I mean. There is a lot of stuff fitting a little too conveniently to not all be connected.

If this was a regular show then of course I would chalk it up as found family bc there obviously couldn't be anything else to it. But it's not and we're dealing with revelations in s5 that have apparently been hiding in the details all along and are beautiful...

I just don't see anything beautiful about revealing Lonnie is their bio dad, when Hopper is right there with heavy hints surrounding him connecting him to Will/El...

You could say that found family is this thing they've been hinting at this whole time and that's all there is to it, but I would argue that we've already got that vibe by the end of s1, and so, where is the beautiful surprise in that revelation happening in s5? Technically found family isn't even a revelation seeing as it's something we subconsciously recognize as being obvious as time goes on. With s5 said to hold answers to questions unanswered since the beginning, while I do think found family is beautiful, I don't think it's the surprise at this point that connects all of these characters.

The good news is, if this theory does play out, they would explain things. It wouldn't just come out out of nowhere, in the sense that there is evidence pointing to it from the beginning (just like byler).

The main thing that makes this theory beautiful to me, is the light that is constantly being associated with Hopper/Will. Like it happens A LOT. One of the most mysterious scenes to this day is the scene in 1x01, of Hopper in the shed with the lights flickering. That has never been explained (nor has Will being able to contact Joyce through the UD been explained) and we all kind of just went along with it back then, but I think it ties into a lot of repetition we're seeing with these characters in reference to light.

Here are just some of my favorites from s1:

This next one is one of my favorites, where we're given Lonnie's priorities after Will's body is found:

And this is Hopper's, in the scene (literal first shot) directly after that scene with Lonnie:

And this:

Is followed by, this:

Same episode. Deer portraits in both Joyce and Hopper's houses as they're freaking out over lights and their kid(s) going missing, while being watched by the lab...

One of the most incriminating though has to be Hoppers' memories of Sarah kicking in at points in moments directly connected to Will:

I'm just going to jump to s4 because this is hilarious to me that this trend carrys out throughout the entire series:

We all joke about Will being Jesus, but idk if it's a joke anymore...

Not saying he is Jesus like literally, we're talking about a show that pulls inspiration from a bajillion different things, but, like... there is definitely some lighting emphasis being applied to Will along with the word Jesus... And the events of s4 happening around easter and this whole resurrection storyline going on with Hopper in s4.

El also has a role in this. The whole time in s1 we're seeing them look for Will, leading to Hopper saying 'What if all this time I've been after the wrong kid?'. How he starts s1 saying that when a kid goes missing 99 times out of 100 they're with a parent or a relative: El and Hopper in s2 just chillin'...

Again, I would agree with you fully if there weren't the supernatural implications at play. If this was just a regular story, I would be eating up the found family storyline like I always do.

However, we're dealing with a show that enjoys hiding the truth in plain sight, and has the capacity to pull this off tremendously, with a lot of the evidence to back it up. If it can do that, why not?

I won't pressure people to believe it if they don't want to! TBH I'm at a point where I'm confident enough in it, like byler, where it's just a matter of waiting for s5 atp to find out for sure. Seeing people's surprise after the fact is going to be more rewarding than convincing them beforehand. So it's like, it is what it is!

It's something that people aren't going to be able to say came out of nowhere, bc pretty much the entire show hints at it along the way. And so same with byler, post s5 anyone can try argue they don't like it for xyz, but it isn't going to take away from the fact that there was in fact evidence pointing to it.

Just going back and looking for stuff to reference in this ask, I found a shit ton more, like... This revelation does seriously make the show rewatch value skyrocket bc you're seeing these characters all be SO close to the truth, yet so far away. Like it is legit beautiful.

[puhpandas]

Cave in a release the backstory you built for Gregory and Cassie >:)

they are twins (cassie older by a few minutes and she holds it over his head their entire lives). they grew up together with only their mother happy and well off. they squabble and are considered a package deal and troublemakers. they're just normal kids, they go to school together, have separate rooms decorated head to toe with things they love (they especially love the freddys franchise and have lots of merch of the glamrocks) and they have hobbies. until one day the family goes to the pizzaplex and only cassie and her mother come out. the next day the place is reported to be burned down and abandoned.

cassie and Gregory were attached at the hip and were incredibly close before he disappeared. cassie is grief stricken and declines fast after Gregory doesnt show despite the police searching. she lashes out at school, doesnt have energy to do things she loves, and is depressed. therapy doesnt help and her mother is taking It hard, with one child being gone and the other in bad shape.

hope is nonexistent after months pass. Gregory is considered a cold case. cassie doesnt give up hope, even though her mother has. but its dwindling, every day that passes is another that her brother is gone without a trace. one night, shes awake, thinking, when her walkie talkie (it came in a set of two, gregory has the other one.) suddenly starts spitting static. when she grabs it, Gregory's voice filters through.

it's the first time shes heard his voice in months. it's the first time theres any indication that he is isnt dead. he uses the small amount of time to relay a message, to ask for help, and he doesnt answer her when she talks to him.

cassie doesnt waste any time. she writes a quick note to her mom and packs a bag, and is out of the house making for the pizzaplex as soon as her mother lays in for the night at 10pm.

Ruin happens. whatever plot it may be. Gregory is found and taken home with a broken Freddy in tow (maybe just his head). his mother is ecstatic. so is cassie.

but hes not the same as he was before. hes in bad shape, obviously, from surviving on scraps and not showering for 6 months. but that's not all. hes plagued with nightmares of things he wont tell cassie about, no matter how much she presses. he doesn't laugh like he used to, he doesnt get into trouble. he can barely do anything at all. just ever awake enough to eat and take care of himself.

cassie was changed forever by her brothers absense as well. but shes even more disturbed by how different he is, and just wants him to be back to normal.

it takes months, but slowly but surely, gregory improves, and he and cassie are never the same, but they get better, and even after their mother finds Freddy in their closet one day, she lets him stay, and they live happily and together. not perfect, but improving every day

[joezworld]

The Devil in Disguise (1/5)

Traintober 2022 Day 21 - Strangers

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Hey guys so I wanted to try making a character that was straight-up unequivocally evil, so here's that.

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Summary - A multiple unit and a diesel meet as strangers. Or are they?

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1991 - London

The sun had barely just crested the horizon, but the city was already alive with the sounds of progress. Cars, trains, and even aircraft moved about, giving the air a feeling of charged potential. Anything could happen in the Capitol!

In one of the many rail yards that dotted the city, a class 47 was being prepared for the day’s duties. She was freshly painted, and sparkled in her red and black Rail Express Systems livery. 

You’ve got to look good in order to feel good! She thought to herself as her driver checked her over. As was expected, he found no defects, and after a brief stop at the fuel pumps, she was off, up the line a little bit to one of the MPDs where they kept the multiple units.

She’d been tasked with a very special job today, and it was going to be a real cracker, she could just feel it! 

She rolled into the next MPD, a jaunty tune on her lips. The multiple units hissed at her, as they were wont to do - they worked long hours and had little chance for rest - but she ignored them. After all, as their better, she could make as much noise as she well pleased! 

“Wakey wakey!” She tooted her horn gaily as she rolled up to a specific unit who had been parked outside the sheds. He at least had been washed, which made him more presentable than some of the scruffier looking units around.  “It’s time to get up and be productive! All your passengers are waiting for you!”

“Oi! Knock it off! They’ve just only been withdrawn!” One of the newer, shinier, units called to her. 

New he might have been, but a multiple unit he still was, and she ignored him with a cheerful flash of her perfectly done eyelashes. “Alright you… whatever your number is! Come on! We’ve work to do!” 

“Do we.” The unit didn’t really seem interested in her, staring off into the distance with a set jaw. “And what work is that.” 

“The testing!” She beamed, not letting a silly spoilsport of a multiple unit ruin her day. “For the push pull controls! If this works, they’ll take your lot and turn you into mail vans for me and my family!” 

“Ah. How wonderful. You being linked to me.” 

“Isn’t it just? Then we can be even more efficient with the mail trains because the driver can stand in your cab on the return journey! We’ll shave off loads of time!”

The multiple unit - he was a 307, now that she remembered - scowled deeply, didn’t say anything else as she was connected to him. They set off down the mainline without another word, her B-end cab leading the way, and she couldn’t help but feeling like she’d offended him in some way. Ah well, I probably woke him up too early. Not everyone’s as poised and perfect as me. 

Perfect. That was a good word for her. She’d served honorably in BR for decades now, and she was being rewarded with testing duties! It was so exciting, being at the forefront of technology and progress. 

So exciting, in fact, that she couldn’t keep a smile off her face all the way to Hatfield station. There, a group of workers met them on the platform, piling into the 307, before they set off a few miles more to Stevenage, where they stopped in a goods loop. 

In between commuter trains, the 47 was run around her train, and backed down onto the 307, now facing towards London. 

The men were very careful in linking the multiple unit connectors, poking and prodding the cables to make sure everything was secure. When they were satisfied that everything was set, they plugged the two together, and walked back into the 307, where they’d set up many different computers to monitor the connection. 

“Can you hear me?” She asked down the connection. 

There was a very long silence. She wondered if the unit had fallen asleep - after all, nothing could be wrong with her connections. “Yo-hoo! Everybody awake back there?” 

“You have no idea who I am, do you?” The 307 hissed, a caustic sound that boiled up out of the MU connection.

“What?” She recoiled from the cruelty of the tone.

“Of course not. The gas axe forgets what the steel remembers.” 

“Beg your pardon?” She spluttered and coughed, totally blindsided by the 307’s anger, which was practically radiating through the multiple unit cables. “I’ve never met you before!”

 “Oh give. It. up.” He growled, an angry sound. “You can change your number and your stripes but you can’t change your soul. I clocked you the moment you oozed into my yard like the cancer you are.”

“Come again?” 

“The eyes are the window to the soul. I looked into yours and saw the devil that I saw last time.”

“WHAT LAST TIME?!” She all but shrieked. “WHO DO YOU THINK I AM?!” 

There was a long and angry pause from the multiple unit. “You’re D1772. You rolled into my life so long ago I barely remember a time before.” 

That was her old number… “Did something happen?” She wracked her memory for something involving these odd little electric coaches.

A scoff rolled down the multiple unit lines. “You really don’t remember, do you?”

“I don’t!”

“Stratford. And Ilford. The 1960s.”

“I was at Stratford for a while, but I don’t recall Ilford at all. Wasn’t that where I got you from today?” 

“Typical. You’re the inflection point of my entire existence and you can’t even remember it.”

“I suppose it was an important time for you, but for me it was just the 1960s.”

That got a response, a metallic roar that sparked and popped down the MU connector, causing her to jump, and sending men scrambling outside to check the connections as the 307 silently raged. 

“Allow me to refresh your memory…” He seethed once he’d calmed. 

The Great Eastern Main Line - 1959

A multiple unit scuttled down the line. His mission - a most unusual rescue. 

The goods train hove into view as he rounded a corner near Stratford, the failed engine on the front leaking sooty smoke from places it should not have. 

“Evening!” He called as he drew near to it. “Having a spot of bother?” 

A smiling face looked back at him, the features achingly gorgeous even under a healthy dose of soot. 

“I was.” she said, her voice a chorus from heaven itself. “But I don’t think I am anymore.”

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“She was my angel. My beloved.”

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Romance blossomed in the places management couldn’t see. The other multiple units and her own family covered for them as best they could. 

They were based from different depots, but they made it work. A quick glance across the platforms. A ‘chance’ meeting in a goods loop, planned well in advance. The oddest station pilot duties anyone could imagine. 

Whatever it took for each other.

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“We had the world at our buffers. Our lives ahead of us.”

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Big diesels began appearing more and more. Filtering in from other regions and other depots, they made their approach to Stratford. They were kind, in the upper-class way express engines strove to be.

One of them, a two-tone-green type four, newly outshopped by Brush, rolled into the yard sometime in the middle of the decade. Her beauty, exquisite. Her smile, measured in gigawatts. She listened when engines talked, laughed at their jokes. 

She looked like an angel. Talked like one too.

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“Then you slithered in.”

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She soon had the yard eating off of the backs of her buffers. 

Coaches wanted her to pull them. 

Trucks worshipped the rails she rolled on. 

Engines wanted to be her. Or be with her.

And even the multiple units, a little ways up the line at Ilford, took their chances at Aphrodite made metal. 

Well, most of them did. 

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“You fooled them with your kisses.”

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One unit in particular was too caught up in his own storybook tale to notice the God in his midst.

And so, he was the only one paying attention, when the yards started to break down. 

First it was petty disputes, squabbles that elevated to massive heights out of nowhere.

Then it was rows. Screaming, abusive fights that tore through the sheds at Stratford. Engine against engine. Friend against friend. Brother against sister. 

One night his love rolled into the multiple unit depot, tears in her eyes. Her family had turned against itself. She had no-one, or so it seemed. 

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“You cheated and you schemed.”

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He should have known better. 

A week later and it was like her troubles had never existed. She smiled at everything. Frowned at nothing. She spoke to him warmly, but he could see that her eyes hid something. 

He spoke about it to his siblings. They advised he leave it; probably some horrible thing someone said, that she wants to forget. 

So he left it. 

And then she left him. 

For her. 

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“Heaven knows how you lied to them.”

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His world turned to black and white, all the colour leached out of it. His heart turned cold, and his words sharp. He blamed everyone for what transpired, most of all himself. 

An outcast in his own yard, he soon became, exiled by his ever-sharpening tongue. It gave him time to think, and more importantly, time to watch. 

Watch as a two-tone-green type 4 rolled into and out of his yard with impunity. How she spoke to his family with honored trust. How they listened to what she said. 

How she said one thing to one group, and another to the rest. 

How the arguments broke out as soon as she left. 

How she did the same at Stratford. 

How she turned his love into a simpering toady, parroting her cruel and thoughtless words like a shoddy impersonation of the real thing. 

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“You weren’t the way you seemed. You might’ve talked like an angel, and moved like an angel, but I got wise. I knew what you were.”

He paused, taking in a deep rattling breath.

“You were the devil, in disguise.”

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The 47 had listened to the 307 go on and on, and was wracking her brain for where she’d heard this story before. “Hang on, was that you back in 1966?!” She laughed, a joyous and happy sound. “You were in love with that thing?”

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The men gathered around the multiple unit cables jumped again as a single long spark arced off of the metal connector. They conferred with each other, and began wrapping more electrical tape around the cables, ignoring whatever their diesel was laughing at.

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“Oh don’t be like that!” She hooted gaily. “It was an inferior being! Don’t tell me you actually had feelings for it?!! Ha ha ha! My word! Whatever possessed you to do that? Pity?!”

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At this point, the men had mummified the multiple unit cables in thick insulating tape. There were no sparks as a result, but power surges of unknown origin popped up on the computer readouts. Because this was British Rail, the computers still output data onto huge rolls of paper via a printer, and with all the men standing outside, the powerful, anomalous, and off-the-chart readings were soon covered by more paper. 

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“I LOVED HER!”  He raged against the diesel’s mockery. “I LOVE HER STILL! AND YOU - YOU MADE HER INTO A MONSTER!”

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For three long years, he had to watch as the devil and her demon turned the lives of every engine and multiple unit - his included - in Stratford and Ilford into a living hell. Kind words were rationed, to be used sparingly, on passengers, managers, and the occasional visiting engine.

He tried, a few times more than he should have, to get through to his love. 

It was not successful. Her mind had been warped and twisted from the inside out. Each time he left, a little part of his soul died, until all there was left was cruelty and spite. 

One afternoon, almost a decade after they first met, they glared at each other across a platform, in London. She was bringing a group of vans into the station, for a post train to the north. He, a commuter train to Southend. 

“I suppose you’ve got something to say like you always do?” She said, her beautiful face twisted into a mockery of the class 47’s trademark grin. 

He wanted to tell her what he really felt - how he hated everything about his life, himself included, and that he wished that they’d never met, but at that moment, a gasping and clanking Standard 4 wheezed into the station with a long distance train. The sheer noise and calamity from his arrival made speech almost impossible. 

“Yes!” He said, raising his voice over the steamer, looking her dead in the eye. “Fuck off and die!”

With that he whirred away, his pantographs sparking angrily. 

He didn’t look back to see her expression, and he managed to put her out of his mind until he was on his way back from Southend. 

Whirring into Stratford station, he looked over at the yard to the depot, and found her and three of her siblings parked in the out-of-use line. 

“Another breakdown?” He called, a smile tickling his lips as he realized he no longer felt bad about needling them for their poor reliability. 

“We’ve been withdrawn!” One of them shouted, his voice tinged with horror. “Just like that!” 

“Not even a warning!” Cried another. 

“They can’t be serious?” His love asked, still trying to come to grips with what was happening. 

Again, steam was to break his composure. A tank engine, so filthy that he couldn’t even see the number or guess at a gender, clanked through the station, a line of sooty coaches clattering behind it. He looked at the filthy steamer - still earning its keep, then at his love and her siblings - sparkling clean from the morning washdown but set to be demolished now.

He burst out laughing - a cathartic, unsympathetic sound that caused his love’s face to crater in shock - and then left, not sparing them a second glance as he rolled towards Liverpool Street. “See you rotters in hell!” 

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“So?” The 47 asked, now thoroughly confused. “You hated them. As you should have. What has you so angry?” 

Shocked and angry stammering met this. The power readings spiked again, and his pantographs fluttered on their springs. 

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He returned with the next service, unsurprised to see the devil herself near the out-of-use lines. She probably would get this undone, somehow, and then he’d be subjected to them all for a while longer, until something happened to get someone transferred to a new depot. 

Honestly he didn’t care if they transferred him to the bottom of the English Channel at this rate. 

What did surprise him was that the rest of Stratford's allocation of his once-love’s class - all ten of them - marshalled one behind the other in a line, the devil at the front.  

“Right ho!” He heard her cry out in glee. “We’re off then! Next stop, the scrap heap! Say goodbye everyone!” 

The horrified screams, begs, shouts, and pleas that followed the train as it rolled north broke his hatred like a brick through a window, and he sprinted after them once the signal dropped. 

The signalmen must have been “in” on whatever was going on, because the train of the damned scuttled out of Stratford and down the line faster than he could chase it, and when he reached the point where the line for Southend diverged from the main, it was just a speck in the distance. 

Several hours later, he returned with a heavy heart, and found an equally morose yard. 

“They’ve sent her away…” mourned an 08. “Just like that.”

“To think they made her haul away all the rest too…” Muttered a 40.

“I can’t believe they’re all gone.” One of his brothers sighed. 

“You mean she got herself a transfer?!” He gasped, unable to comprehend what he was hearing. 

-

“The last time I saw you, or her, was that day.” He seethed through the lines, rage almost palpable. “You hauled them off to die, and did it with a smile on your face.” 

The diesel rolled her eyes at that. “Well, I think I shed a tear or two. For appearance’s sake.”

“You sociopath. Was any of it real? Did you love her?”

“Because I wanted you to know exactly why I’m doing this.” The 307 said this out loud. 

“No. Not really.” She said breezily, then paused for a moment. “Honestly I would've left her alone, but I must've felt like slumming it or something. She was fun, at least."

Inside the multiple unit, the printer and the computer sparked and coughed smoke from a power surge. Above, light bulbs popped, sending glass raining down onto empty seats.

She rolled her eyes at his rage, totally unperturbed. "You know, I figured out who you were like half an hour ago. Why’d you keep telling me this sob story?”

With the quiet swish of oiled springs, his pantographs lifted from his roof, and made the connection with the brand-new overhead lines of the East Coast Main Line. 

Power surged through the multiple unit connection, and the 47 shrieked as she felt her throttle move on its own, her engine revving to full power as the brakes hissed off.  

Men tried to leap onboard and take control, but they couldn’t reach anything before the train was moving too fast. Within a moment, they were out of the goods loop and onto the ECML, powering towards London, with nobody aboard. 

Behind her, the 307 drew in power from the overhead lines, and surged backwards, pushing against the 47 as they began to roll forward.

To Be Continued…

[poetryandpickles]

Strokes

I.

The darkest shade of blue comes at night

And I stare up at the sky and I wonder what it was like

before the color came and ruined it all

But his eyes are like fire, like stars, like the ocean

And I wont mind drowning if it means I can fill myself with that endless blue

He tells me he won’t mind either if I stay

so I do. I stay and stay and stay until the sea is black and I don’t know when I lost the shoreline but all I see is blue

He doesn’t mind drowning until he does

And for the first time I want to breathe

My sister sighs, salt air and seaweed. This is blue, she says

It was always my color, not yours

II.

I don’t know this one

He feels like candlelight, like the sun, like wine, like flying

and he tastes like cinnamon and whiskey

So when he looks at me and says his lies in a voice like smoke and gingersnaps

I rush in with my storybook heart

And when it shatters against the rocks the devil cackles inside me

Didn’t I tell you she says

This is red

III.

My father has green eyes

They turn brown when he’s tired and grey when he’s sad

but my favorite shade is green because its always when he’s happy

Mine turn when my heartrate is up so I go running just so we match

Green is home, is comfort, is healing; the smell of growing things and my moms garden

I never understood how it found its way into his hair

Or why it felt so good sliding through my fingers

but he smiled like the dawn with eyes like rich earth and sunshine

And I melted like butter and chocolate in a mixing bowl; brownies and caramel sauce and family dinners and home

He was Spring growing in my chest, vines around my ribs, flowers in my lungs, butterflies in my belly like birdsong when I sighed

My hands fall in dewdrops down his sides

I wound my ferns through his ribs, but when I touched his heart I found stone and rot,

unyielding cold, white with death

So I plant my garden behind my mother’s to give my heart something to water

My dad wraps his arms around me and I can’t look him in the eyes, because I know they’re grey but I can’t bear to see them green

IV.

they ask me what my favorite color is.

I am alive.

I did not choose to be.

(I learn this the hard way.)

color hurts.

I say grey.

i.

He is different this time

Warm, soft, sleepy-slow like syrup, honey in lavender tea

He smells like rain and lemon drops

(I don’t notice him.)

(He doesn’t go away.)

He’s just there, there like summer, lazy and thick with yellow-gold heat; crickets and burned marshmallows, there like coffee warms my hands long after the mug is cold

there like his calloused fingers, slow over my dad’s old guitar

there like his crooked smile, freckles everywhere like paint splatter over his eyelids, his nose, his shoulders, carelessly wayward on his ears

there there there; even his haystack of hair, even his eyes, still my favorite shade, even now

even when I thought I hated color,

grey.

Grey like July storm clouds, like silver rings and waterfalls and bikeride wheel spokes,

mountains lost in sunrise fog and petrichor and my mom's Thanksgiving forks—

and I don’t notice him.

until suddenly I do, and I’ll never know exactly why but we’re in the garden

and the dog’s pulling the leash against my wrist and he’s on his knees in the sunflower bed and he just.

looks up at me,

dirt in his freckles like coffee grounds in his hair, sun dripping gold in his eyes; he’s laughing and—

he’s beautiful

oh, fuck, he’s beautiful

and it damn near wrecks me

and I don’t know where this is going but his eyes are my favorite color and his arms feel like home

and maybe this time I’ll get it right

[diabolocracy]

Now edited with editions,

┉ WD Gaster, otherwise known as ▛Bunny▟

His mother was a Boss Monster with an extensive harem seeking to breed the "perfect" monster heir to her claimed niche of the Underground. Bunny, when he was born, became an important piece to her plans: he was born with her Boss Monster typing and anatomy that meant that he would be able to impregnate and become impregnated, which would speed her plans up quite a bit.

He wasn't very happy with this fate, and she was never particularly 'nice.' One night in his adolescent years he drugged her and killed her; soon after that he was found by the Royal Scientist of that time and taken under his wing. Unfortunately, the Royal Scientist had been in cahoots with his mother--he was found when the RS was dropping in to deliver a new batch of experimental fertility supplements--and the guy planned to carry on the fallen Matriarch's work.

So, of course, Bunny killed him, too. He also stole some research notes and weaseled his way into becoming the next Royal Scientist.

Alas, the lunatic apple did not fall far from the crazy tree; he became completely and utterly obsessed with one of his assistants. And it was fine for a time, Fuse was hesitant but eventually receptive to his courtship--but when that obsessiveness and its accompanying jealousy reared its head it begat problems. Those problems culminated in an act of karma: Fuse murdered Bunny.

However, that event attracted the notice of the first human to live and die in the Underground. Dead as they were they were able to broker a deal with the scientist before his soul ultimately shattered into nothingness, granting him the ability to Reset and to also Remember the timelines he Reset from. His first and only Save Point was the first moment he took notice of Fuse: a day in the laboratory where technical issues drove the guy to punch out a monitor.

'Splattered,' as they called themselves, wanted to see if Bunny could avoid his apparent Death Flag.

His Fate

Bunny did not avoid his Death Flag. He ended each and every run dying in various ways--be it by being murdered by his boyfriend or by Science gone awry.

In the last timeline wherein he was alive and in one piece, he proposed to Fuse by creating a contraption that sucked up every other soul in the Underground aside from Bunny's and his, effectively killing every single monster and human living there from the Ruins to New Home.

Unfortunately for Bunny he decided to give Fuse a choice of buttons to press. One would send all of those souls to the void, leaving them to be the last living creatures in the Underground, alone and together for the rest of their lives.

The other button, which Fuse opted to press, would release all of those souls and instead condemn Bunny to the void instead. While Bunny didn't stay in the void - not entirely - he was never the same again and ultimately ended up trapped partly-reformed Underground as a glitchy, half-conscious, melty mess.

┉ Chara Dreemurr, otherwise known as ▛Splattered▟

Rather than falling, they snuck in with the monsters as they were banished Underground because they were friends, at the time, with Asriel Dreemurr. They were subsequently adopted into the Dreemurr family, because what else were they going to do?

It was all well and good at first, until one fateful day when they were out with Asriel playing like kids were wont to do they came across the first Royal Scientist since the Barrier's erection.

The Royal Scientist at that time was a vulture woman with a taste for human flesh, fresh or otherwise. She had tried desperately to create a substitute, hence the aggressive, fleshy fungal infestation that overtook what was once Waterfall. It never tasted right to her, however.

Upon seeing the adopted human Dreemurr, she couldn't stop herself from attacking them. As Asriel watched in horror, Chara was killed.

Chara, of course, Reset to their last Save Point and avoided that location when they and Asriel went out to play--but their Death Flag followed them. They kept running into the Royal Scientist, and the Royal Scientist kept murdering them in order to eat their flesh. Eventually Chara gave up, (and with their death it was decreed that no human that fell would meet the same fate else the perpetrator would be executed -- although for their own safety any human that fell was kept in what would eventually become the Ruins Orphanage,) and in the chaos of their last attempt their soul fled the scene and drifted until Bunny caught their attention a century or so later.

They brokered a deal with him. And supplied him with the nickname they chose for themselves, 'Splattered,' or just 'Splat,' because 'Chara' was a no-no name -- King Asriel didn't like to remember the time where he was so helpless he couldn't save his sibling.

Bunny, of course, failed, and even had the audacity to trap them in with every other soul in the Underground in his last grand scheme.

So they brokered a deal with the assistant that he had been so obsessed with upon being freed. It wasn't much of of a deal and more, 'hey, everyone's dead, this sucks, I'll grant you the ability to Reset and Remember if you don't mind me sticking around.' They eventually became rather good friends with Fuse.

Their alliance is the only reason the Underground isn't a dusty hellhole--about a year after their first Reset back to semi-normalcy, Frisk fell, and they were deadset on killing everyone. It took approximately sixty-or-so Resets--which, given that each Reset put them back to a year before Frisk's fall, numbered just as many years--until the two of them, with the assistance of Shelphys, put together a plan and figured out how to execute it perfectly.

Unfortunately it involved having to discreetly kill, by poison, every living human in the Orphanage shortly before Frisk's fall so that their soul could be used to break the Barrier before they could Reset.

Their Fate

When the Barrier was destroyed, Splat went missing. Beyond that, it's unknown what became of them.

┉ Comic Sans Serif, otherwise known as ▛Fuse▟

He grew up and raised his brother in Snowdin, and doesn't really know what became of their parents.

For a while he and his bro were known as 'the Graver Bros' -- a couple of ravers who even DJ'd in clubs on occasion. He's the one who instilled in Papyrus the ideals of PLUR and taught him what there was to know about the scene. This part of his life, though, is a big fuzzy blur. He knows it happened, there are photos and posters for their past shows, but it feels like several lifetimes ago.

He changed when he started working at the Laboratory and he isn't quite sure when it happened or even how, exactly.

(Despite regaling him with many tales of the things he could not personally remember, Chara never did tell him that Bunny briefly partnered up with a different skeleton, an interloper from elsewhere that could alter the underlying code of an AU, to change bits and pieces of Fuse's intrinsic existence so that Bunny wouldn't have to influence him as much at the beginning of each Reset--it's also why he feels nausea upon teleporting or being teleported. The little coder menace fucked up as much as he succeeded.)

His Fate

Aside from Chara's stories, he doesn't personally remember anything from any of Bunny's Resets and fuck-ups aside from the very last. He does, however, remember everything from his own Resets. As such he's a sixty-something year old man in twenty-eight year old bones.

On the Surface, he's a failure, living in a run-down apartment and working at a chop-shop. He's good at car jacking, but that's about it; humans are fussy and won't let him utilize his knowledge of mechanics and engineering in a legitimate profession because he doesn't have the 'right' certification, and he doesn't have the money to start something of his own(, and he won't accept that much charity from Shel). He's pretty much forced to be a criminal to get by.

No one but him and Shelphys knows how the Barrier fell, and no one can ever know, else they'll be dusted for the mass murder of the Orphanage humans. Shelphys sometimes helps him out, or at least tries to, and sometimes drags him to cute cafes when Undyne is too busy.

He has a tepid relationship with his brother. They don't quite see eye-to-eye, but they do hang out sometimes.

He's friends (with benefits) with the polyamorous thruple BP, Catty, and Bratty.

┉ Papyrus Serif, otherwise known as ▛Papyrus▟

He was raised, of course, by his brother. Somehow, Papyrus turned out to be a good guy.

When Fuse became too busy working at the Laboratory, and eventually moved out to live with his boss in New Home, Papyrus gave up the Graver gig and instead put in an application with the Ruins Orphanage. The Royals accepted him, and he became Undyne's assistant, thus becoming both Guard and Guardian-in-training.

Whether it was jealousy or bad vibes, he never liked Bunny and avoided Snowdin and the Orphanage whenever the time came for the Royal Scientist to come by to deliver the former King's medication and other such supplies.

At least, that was while Bunny still existed.

When that one's existence was erased, Papyrus was left confused about his brother. One morning Sans left to go and do something--and that same evening he returned home very, very different, and he was even using a different name...?

For a time, Papyrus continued the Graver Bros shows without his brother, but he eventually ceased and went to work at the Orphanage, submitting an application, getting accepted, being taken under Undyne's wing... Over and over again, unknown to himself.

His Fate

When the Barrier fell, it was truly a mystery. The humans that he had been helping take care of were all gone... But monsterkind was freed.

Much like the rest of the monsters that lived on his side of the Caverns, Papyrus adjusted to like on the Surface with relative ease--unlike his brother, unfortunately.

Papyrus became a daycare worker given his experience in minding children of every sort and given how much he liked doing so.

┉ Alphys, otherwise known as ▛Shelphys, or just Shel▟

Originally she applied to be an assistant under the Royal Scientist in order to be able to conduct her own research on the side with the equipment and resources made available to her in the position, and her aim was to become the next Royal Physician. Her areas of expertise were and are magi-biology and genetics.

The bulk of said personal research laid in the various applications of the varieties of fungus growing in the Caverns. She figured out how to alter the underlying magibiology and genetics of various types of fungus to cultivate her own and managed to grow new limbs and other prosthetics for those in need, and... "Toys," of sorts, to help fund her research and other areas of her life on the side. She also experiemented in the creation of various cures, and would often use Bunny as a guinea pig given how often that man would get himself injured.

Bunny would occasionally influence her in various different timelines just to see what he could make her do, especially in regards to Undyne. It was never anything good, and definitely never anything wholesome.

When Bunny was erased from the AU wholesale, she became the new Royal Scientist in his stead. She has never been quite sure how she got that position. Of course, the general areas of her research and results remained the same.

It took a few dozen Resets for Fuse to eventually turn to her and enlist her assistance in figuring out how to avoid the massacre Frisk was Determined to bring about. They eventually worked out a way to expedite the process so that she would believe him quickly and more easily. In the very last timeline they're former colleagues and good friends.

Her Fate

She gets that fish woman. They're married shortly after monsterkind is freed.

Shel convinces the humans that she knows what she's doing in order to continue her fungal research and she continues to sell "toys" on the side to fund it and those other areas of her life.

...

Approximately five years or so later one incident of negligence results in her fish wife becoming patient zero and the head honcho of a fungal hivemind that threatens to take over the world.

┉ Undyne, otherwise known as ▛Undyne▟

The Royal Guardian of the Ruins Orphanage, which she was mostly responsible for given the rather advanced ages of the Royal Couple. She was tasked with protecting and looking after both monster kids and humans of various ages--although the humans that made it to adulthood assisted as well.

Of course, Undyne being Undyne, she taught her charges self-defense and how to fight both with and without magic or weaponry. (Not that it helped the humans.)

At some point she lost an eye. Shel makes her prosthetics out of magibio-genetically altered fungus, with occasional upgrades as she developes them, both past and present tense. Undyne keeps her false eye hidden behind her hair outside of battle because it's rather unsettling to look at, or so she thinks.

Her Fate

She marries Shelphys shortly after monsterkind is freed, as stated.

Approximately five years after, Shel makes her a new prosthetic that is meant to be able to function as any eye should via integrating itself into her magic.

While this particular cultivar was tested for a year on a controlled magic source, it was never tested on the uncontrolled and messy source of magic that is the average monster. It takes a year and some months for it to spread throughout her body and take over. Her body becomes a biohazard. Her mind's no longer hers. She's the beginning of a fungal zombie apocalypse and its Hivemind Queen, able to infect others, who can in turn also infect others.

Think Prototype's Elizabeth Greene.

┉ BP, otherwise known as ▛Bartholomeow Pickles▟

An utter sleazeball that somehow managed to get himself two hot girlfriends--Catty and Bratty--who are also girlfriends, and the three of them are 'always open for more.'

In the Underground he ran BP's Resort - family friendly eatery by day, strip joint by night, with comedy nights on Friday evenings that functioned as Fuse's little side-gigs. His own side-hustle? Drug peddling, of various hallucinogenic mushroom strains.

His Fate

Similar to Fuse, on the Surface, the guy's a total failure. The humans never let him establish his Resort up there due to all their laws and junk.

Often goes bar hopping with Fuse. They're besties-with-bennies.

┉ Toriel and Asgore Dreemurr, otherwise known as ▛Toriel and Asgore Dreemurr / The Royal Couple▟

When their adopted human child was murdered, they decreed that no human that may end up in the Underground shall meet the same fate. When Home fell to Ruins over time, they did not move to New Home with their son -- by that time they were old. Asgore crowned Asriel King of the Underground and retired to help his wife build what would become the Ruins Orphanage.

Their Fate

When the Barrier fell, they died together shortly after getting to see the sky again.

┉ Asriel Dreemurr, otherwise known as ▛Azzy▟

The traumatized King of Monsters.

A bit of a hard ass, but he knows how to have fun.

(I haven't really thought about him much...)

His Fate

Politics hell with the Surface humans, trying to keep the peace between the Hotlands-New Home monsters and everyone else.

╳╳╳

┉ Regions

Due to the Underground being split into two halves given the mess that is the Caverns (few people either know of or bother to use the tunnels beneath them), the Underground has two different cultures.

▛Ruins Orphanage - Snowdin▟

Generally 'vanilla,' this is where the generally well-adjusted monsters tend to live. Other than the Ruins containing several monsters that would have otherwise lived in Waterfall, as well as containing an Orphanage, this half of the Underground isn't much different from the Classic version.

Well--there's a club somewhere in the outskirts of Snowdin that throws raves and parties, too. But beyond that... It's just Ruins and Snowdin.

In the Ruins Orphanage, monster children and humans are both present. Fallen humans live out their lives there, and several willingly allow their souls to be contained at the end of their lives so that monsterkind may eventually use them to break the Barrier. There is at least one human couple who reached adulthood together and had a child, and they both assist with taking care of the children as well as the old Royal Couple.

Humans aren't allowed to leave the Ruins Orphanage for their own safety. While there is a decree that any monster who kills a human shall be executed themselves, there are no guarantees that any such murderers would be caught after the act, and if they were to absorb their victim's soul they wouldn't be able to be brought to justice very easily.

▛The Meat Caverns▟

Once plain ol' Waterfall, the first Royal Scientist since the Barrier's erection altered the landscape dramatically by unleashing a meaty, sickly sweet, fungal infestation. While the infestation is mainly confined to the Caverns due to being sandwiched between two extremes (chilling cold and blazing hot), the spores are easily carried on clothing, shoes, fur... And those spores survive better in the heat than the cold.

The majority of the fungal cultivars that have evolved remain edible and are utilized as a food source and ingredient. Most of the flour in the Underground is made of mushrooms, for example. Most of the meat, too. Most of the everything.

▛Hotlands-New Home▟

The only way through Hotlands to New Home is through the Laboratory. You can only go through the Laboratory if you have access, have made an appointment for traveling through, or are being escorted by a staff member.

The reason? To cut down on the incident of spores finding their way to New Home, courtesy the Lab's disinfectant systems. It isn't perfect, though. Occasionally an infestation will surface in New Home, and its residents are advised to burn the fungus where they find it.

The culture on this side of the Underground was much less 'vanilla' and lived up to the AU's nickname, 'Iniquitale' -- it was a den of iniquity, ne'er-do-wells, sex fiends and drug pushers. Even if you had to go to the very outskirts, you could find something for anyone, from hardcore BDSM clubs to rickety snuff shacks where monsters paid to be killed in peculiar ways.

When monsterkind was freed, one half of the Underground clearly adjusted better to living among humans with their laws and rules and social expectations.

After the Barrier's destruction, the Underground was sealed off with a new, less magical, metal barrier to keep the fungus from ever spreading to the Surface. Only those with clearance are legally allowed in and out of the Underground.

[stoptellinglieslois]

Principal of pleasure part 34

Dick get's a phone call from Lois.

Superman x Nightwing Pairing

Dick

I jogged to the driveway and got in my car and tried to drive away from the manor.

As people trying to scramble out of the place.

I finally got out of the small traffic jam at the manor and got on the road.

As I recollect my conversation with Damian my phone rings I looked on the caller id and it was Lois.

I panicked at the sight of her name I wanted nothing to do with her right now. Hoping she would drop the call and it kept ringing.

I didn't want to pick it up it would look suspicious but if I do pick it up it was the unknown that I was worried about I don't really know what I am going to expect from her so far I did nothing wrong.

It couldn't be anything serious or pressing so I picked it up. "Its was you wasn't it Dick he's fucking you." Her voice boomed through the cell like a nuclear boom.

I gripped the wheel hard and the car swerve as she yelled at me through the phone.

"Lois what are you talking about." I thought lying would be the best bet, But she caught me with my pants down I don't know how far the lie would take me this isn't like me to lie not to Lois I need to think fast.

"Don't fuck with me Grayson you know exactly what I am talking about I can't believe you." Lois didn't want to play the game of stupid tonight it was over I was caught.

"Look I didn't mean to hurt you or Jonathan but Lois I am not gonna lie to you please for the love of everything mighty don't say anything to anyone." I pleaded with her even though I had no right to do that.

"Fuck off Dick he is like your uncle your father your mentor how could you." She ignored my plea and continued ranting.

"How did you find out Lois." I asked her. my eyes started flowing with tears.

"You smell just like him when we first got married, on our first date it's the only cologne that Clark owns it's his father cologne that cologne has been discontinued since the late seventies no one smells like this." Lois knew from the moment she smelled the air about me and Kal. she knew right then and there I didn't want to fight with her lying wouldn't work at this point.

"Please Lois don't tell anyone please I know you hate me but right now this won't get Clark back to you."

"No he made it clear that our marriage is over we are done. Dick how could you come to us when Bruce wanted nothing to do with you and replaced you with Jason." Oh that stung like a stab to the heart and Lois twisted the knife more deeper into me.

"I had no intention of ruining your life Lois." I started crying tears rolling down my face as she was yelling at me.

"You're married to Barbara she's pregnant with your child and you went and fucked another man."

I went silent I knew this would be a disaster but I know this was going up shit creek as soon she mentioned Barbara.

"I am leaving Barbara before you even confronted me tonight I was going to stay with her, I need you to not tell anyone because Lois your marriage has ended but we have family who wont give us a chance to explain ourselves. Bruce will destroy Clark do you get me." I was still crying softly not trying to provoke the fire breathing dragon.

"Yes I know Bruce very well would not stand for this shit." She exclaimed out angrily.

"Did you know Bruce also loves your husband he professes this to me every time he sees me." I knew what I was doing and it was wrong, I wanted the heat off of me and Kal for a bit because Bruce is scary and a force not to anger he would not forgive us if he found out.

"He loves Clark ?"

"Ask Clark he will tell you everything." I was grasping at straws right now.

I knew me and Kal being together would be the calamity of a train wreck the conductor jumped out the window and there was no one controlling the train.

"I can't believe this what the fuck is going on here."

"Well Lois..." She cut me off quick.

"Ok I won't get anything from this conversation but I want all of us to meet up ,You and Clark I want the full truth from both of you." She said anger seething out of the cell her voice was pure venom.

"I would meet but please don't tell Bruce."

"He will find out eventually about the two of you if he hasn't already. Clark always told me he's the world's best detective." I knew I was screwed but I needed to put out most of the flame of this wild fire.

"We will all meet tommorrow at the farm." And she hung up abruptly.

I needed to call Kal this was one of the worst moments of our life, The rang only once.

"Dick Lois called me and she knows about us." I cried in frustration and I realised we're trapped since the moment I left the cabin and went to this ball.

"She wanted us to meet up at the farm house we will go together as a couple." Kal said tired but not cracked down by this.

"What if she already told Bruce about us." I said knowing she already found out about us from just his cologne alone Bruce as well made comments about the way I smelled tonight and that I smell familiar to him.

"If he knows Dick then that will be his own personal feelings, He could have feelings for me but that's it I hold no ties to him." Kal said he sounded pretty much resolute with what was going on tonight.

"I just want us to be ok."

"Fine we will meet Lois tommorrow and we will talk to her and hopefully I could bring closure for her." I breathed deep it like the first time today.

"No matter what Dick I won't let this shake us."

End of part 34 next is part 35

Thank you for reading

[nineliabilityrisk]

considerably long sleep deprived blog management ramblings (+ question that i would appreciate input on) below the cut. apologies if i sound a little insane ive been up for almost 24 hours because my brain is going too fast to let me sleep (the downsides of being autistic and fixating on your own fucking five nights at freddys roleplay blog)

ive been trying to keep this blog mainly canon characters bc thats just. easier overall (dont have to explain every little thing abt them) but like. hhhfgh. i love the character dynamics the muses that i have offer me but like. they have very very concrete roles in the story. they have their Places.

now, i very much enjoy these roles. i enjoy playing them, i enjoy planning things to do with them and developing on them and i very much enjoy the way the people i play them WITH add to the dynamics on their end and add their own insight on my characters as my interpretations are not fully formed and likely never will be. yall r great im so happy to have found you guys.

but also. i have a very specific set of characters. other than the animatronics, i have the afton boys, cassie, and jeremy fitzgerald. and this specific set of characters are all very restrictive in a very specific way.

michael is. the human punching bag. this blog has just turned into me bullying him and like. not that im complaining, i just wasnt expecting the muse for him to hit me that hard. he has taken over this blog and that was not what i had planned. the thing with him is: nine times out of ten, when he is interacting with someone else, he is not a participant in a conversation. he is a target. that is just due to the nature of how his life is. he is the protagonist of a franchise of survival horror games. other than a few select family members and maybe like. henry, charlie, and jeremy, he doesnt have positive relationships with anyone. which means he is a GREAT source of angst or conflict, which i love to write, but it also means he doesnt provide many other forms of interaction. he may have a few soft moments here and there, with his mother or with henry, taking care of him and giving him reprieve from his father, but... thats about It. unless he finds some new friends, he doesnt do lighthearted, funny social interactions, and i highly doubt my michael will find any romantic partners for a long time. he is great at what he does. i just need to find balance between him and my other muses because i dont want my blog to be me just beating this poor guy up 24/7. thats just cruel.

evan - only really knows his parents, siblings, and maybe charlie. hes a baby. probably wasnt any older than five or sixish when the bite happened. very very good for soft, comforting moments. unfortunately , incredibly limited in who he could reasonably interact with. i mean, feel free to prove me wrong, but im coming up with a blank here.

cassie - also a child. would be good for more psychological horror type threads like how ruin was, but i do not feel comfortable putting her in real physical danger. mainly, just like evan, she is a muse i want to keep safe and comfortable, no matter how much it disregards canon. i am very very touchy around my younger child muses, for obvious reasons. yes, i am aware this is the Child Murder Franchise. no, i am not going to let you Child Murder my fucking elementary schoolers. full stop. also, moving on from that, likely wont get much interaction outside of security breach muses or muses with sb verses. once again, constricting.

and then theres jeremy. lets be real here. he has no canon connections to anyone. hes the only one with any actual connection to the fnaf 2 location, and thats just about all we know about him. obviously, hes basically an oc already. my jeremy is close to michaels age, so hes not gonna be involved with just about anyone else - hes just fucking here, basically. just SITTING here. hes my favorite child i wanna play him so bad im here waving him frantically at passersby hoping for interaction but its no use because theres nothing to work off of to START interactions. that is nobodys fault but mine. my dumb ass got attached to Background Character #43 and now i cant let him go. hes the abandoned doll collecting dust on the corner of the shelf because nobody plays with him. he barely exists.

BASICALLY, all of that mess was to say that i need to diversify my roster - i need a muse that i can throw at whoever i want. no pre-existing canon connections to anyone to complicate things, no timeline constraints until we possibly build one of our own, just, fucking. Miscellaneous Fazbear Entertainment Employee #4067 that i can put in Situations.

if i actually went through with making a fnaf muse like that, would anyone be interested in interacting with him or would i just be making a guy in my brain and then putting him on the shelf next to jeremy?? genuine question please help.