#guess he really wasn't feeling like himself if he deactivated

[trek-tracks]

That's because you're having an allergic reaction, bro, but the stars are still nice

[pecanwriter]

Big Boy Mode: Activated

Themes: rapid weight gain, humiliation kink, technology-induced weight gain (so like, magic weight gain but for sci fi nerds I guess)

Words: 2947

Part: 1/?

"Hello, sir, would you like to hear about our newest product, the most revolutionary nanotechnology to date?"

Elliott really wasn't one to ever let some marketing lackey torment him with semi-logical babble about something he didn't even want to buy. But he was a technology whore, and just the mere mention of nanotechnology had him nearly salivating at the mouth.

He smiled at the promoter, stepping closer and trying to look at all the flashing screens at once. 

"Introducing SimNano or Simulator Nano. This revolutionary technology is the newest hit in terms of body augmentation and we're making record sales all around the globe."

The promoter pulled something from his pad to one of the screens. 

"The way this works, we inject nanobots into your body and connect their signature to your personalised control panel as well as a wristband, the wristband sold separately." 

He watched as on the screen a scrawny shirtless man selected a holographic projection of his body and added 50% more muscle to the model. He clicked "Active Mode" at the bottom of the screen and for a moment his entire body rippled in an unfamiliar way until he stood there completely buffed out, Captain America style.

Elliott blinked. He looked from the freshly buffed-out man to the promoter.

"How does that work?"

"The nanobots we inject into the client's system are capable of replication and imitation of any human tissue. However, they are only capable of growing, not shrinking, it's not a diet pill as many would hope so." The promoter laughed at his own poor joke.

Elliot chuckled obligingly but the phrase "they are only capable of growing" was bouncing around in his head trying to make him hard. 

"Is there a limit to what they can imitate? For example, if someone was missing a leg…?" He chose his words carefully, hoping the man would fall for his set-up and tell him exactly what he wanted.

The man's gaze flickered down to Elliot's leg and although Elliot had no such thing, he let the man assume he had a prosthetic. It was an unassuming lie, didn't hurt anyone, it was just better than even a sliver of the truth.

"Oh, they're absolutely capable of replicating a leg. As I said, they can imitate any human tissue, muscles, nerves, fat, even bones…"

When he said the f-word Elliot's cock jerked awake and he had to cover his crotch with the shopping bag he was holding.

"And are the changes permanent…?"

"No, that's not how it works, It's imitating and replicating the tissue in Active Mode, but as soon as it's Deactivated everything goes back to normal."

Elliot's cock was throbbing as he fought to maintain perfectly normal eye contact with the promoter.

"And while it's active, does it feel real or is it like a hologram or a model or…"

"Oh no, It feels absolutely real, that's why we are the leading company in…"

He prattled on but Elliot didn't listen, all he could think of was the phrase "it's only capable of growing" as his cock throbbed.

"How much is it?"

It was bloody expensive, as it turned out. Elliott put a sizable dent in the savings he was putting away to get a mortgage on a single-bedroom flat. But somehow, all he felt was excitement, there was no shame or regret to be found anywhere.

After he made his purchases he had to go to their branch store and get injected with nanobots. The syringe wasn't that big and he wondered if it would be enough firepower for what he had in mind. They scanned his body thoroughly to put the model into his pad and wristband and connect the nanobots to it. As a trial, the shopping clerk showed him how to give himself impressive biceps and everyone present at the shop oohed and awed at the result. 

The promoter was right, it felt absolutely real. The rippling Sensation Elliott saw in the video felt only like a slight cold tingling under his skin and then within seconds the impressive biceps appeared.

He deactivated his SimNano, thanked the clerk and left, struggling to walk straight with his dick pressing hard against his trousers.

When he came home he almost immediately tore off his shirt. He brought out the control panel on the band with shaking hands and clicked on the scrawny little model of himself. He moved his finger around, highlighting his midriff and ass. He clicked "expand" and then in the tissue subcategory he clicked "fat" instead of the pre-selected "muscle". You could put the desired amounts in body percentages or in units of measurement. He clicked on lbs, the most precise one, and tapped in 20(9kg). Then after a moment's hesitation, he erased it and clicked 40lb(18kg) instead.

With shaking fingers he clicked "Active Mode" and his skin began to tingle with the cold sensation. Seconds later Elliott was staring down at a round, fat gut and he could feel his boxers strain mercilessly against his expanded ass. 

He put the pad away gently and grabbed the ball of flab at his front. He was never this fat in his life, but it felt real enough, from what he could guess. He lifted the stomach and let it drop, watching it jiggle and wobble. A moan escaped him. He couldn't believe this was happening. 

Before even getting a look in the mirror Elliott fell to the couch, frantically gnawing his flesh with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. He never came this hard in his entire life. 

He finally managed to pull himself up into standing, revelling in how his gut was suddenly in the way and looked in the mirror. 

He laughed, the effect was ridiculous. Although his belly and ass looked fantastic and absolutely realistic, it looked ludicrous on his scrawny body which remained unchanged.

Elliott deactivated the band and reset the model. After a moment’s hesitation, he selected his entire body “Increase by 100% body mass” and selected “fat” in the tissue category. He considered carefully and finally decided to increase his ass and gut separately on top of increasing the fat equally around his entire body. 

Elliott’s finger hovered over the band, but before clicking the Activate button he checked the measurement box again and changed 100% to 200lb. Again, before clicking it, he wavered and finally ended up changing it to 300lb(136kg) with sweaty fingers. Adding 300lb to his meagre 132lb(60kg) would put him at a glorious 432lb(195kg), a fulfilment of a fantasy Elliott had since before he was even consciously aware of it. 

Eliott pressed the Activate button.

He was still standing in front of the mirror and he let out a gasp as the nanobots went to work, making his entire body shiver with the unfamiliar coldness, the feeling much more overwhelming with tasking them to simulate 300lb instead of a measly 40 he attempted at first. 

Elliott watched with intense, nearly blinding fascination as his body rippled slightly and moments later exploded into folds and bulges and rolls, becoming an unrecognisable mountain of flesh. He stared at the enormous gut, too heavy to be completely round as it hung in front of him almost like a massive, engorged flesh apron. His face was unrecognisable, swallowed by an enormous double chin and chubby cheeks, melting into the fat around his neck seamlessly. The man in the mirror couldn’t be him, could he? It was too good to be real… The fat man lifted his arm as Elliott lifted his, only his arm never had an enormous wing of fat hanging off it and jiggling as he moved. When Elliott moved his normal arm it didn’t send his entire massive body into wobbles, but the man in the mirror sure wobbled like an impressive jello dessert. 

Elliott grabbed his gut, an enormous, almost all-encompassing mound of flesh hanging in front of him. He grabbed it, lifted it as much as he could and dropped it. The way the flesh shook and jiggled forced a moan out of him. Already half-hard again, he inched closer to the mirror. Elliott could barely move under the unknown sensation of this immense bulk and he almost stumbled into his mirror, nearly crushing it. Just the half step made his heart race with excursion and his lungs begged for air. 

This SimNano thing was worth every penny, in fact, Elliott thought they were losing money. It was too good to be real. 

He turned off Active Mode, in a few seconds staring back at this familiar skinny self with an impressive hard-on. 

Staring intently, eager to catch every little detail, he pressed Activate again. 

Watching his body explode with fat, filling out with blubber in mere seconds and leaving him unrecognisable was so impossibly erotic that he climaxed just from turning the SimNano off and on again, watching himself gain hundreds of pounds in seconds. 

After he managed to somehow climax three times within the span of an hour he decided it was enough for one day, he was starting to feel light-headed. 

He tapped Deactivate. 

Nothing happened. 

He tapped it again. Still, nothing.

He stared at the band, but it appeared to be frozen. Frantically, he started waddling unsteadily to his backpack where the main SimNano pad was. Walking across the room to his bag while suddenly 300lb heavier was incredibly difficult and equally, if not more, arousing. His giant thighs were rubbing against each other, he could feel he was hitting his enormous apron of a gut with each clumsy step… The enormous behind he’d given himself jiggled with every step and so did his soft, blubbery tits. 

When he finally made it to his back and retrieved his pad Elliott was nearly ready to collapse with how out of breath he was. 

The pad was as frozen as the band was. 

“Fuck.” He whispered, looking into the mirror across the room. He was enormous, there was no way he could leave the house like this and he had a night shift at the bar today. 

It was 5 p.m., and he had work at 8, so technically, he still had time. He could just… Indulge for a while while waiting for the SimNano to unfreeze. 

Elliott laboriously waddled to the bedroom. He had a few pieces of massive clothing he sometimes wore while stuffing it with pillows and pretending he was huge. He pulled on a pair of tracksuit trousers. They could barely encompass his enormous ass. Even the biggest of his secret fetish shirts was snug on him now and his monstrous gut was happily hanging out at the bottom. 

The flat needed tidying up and he also had to cook to have something to eat after his shift when he would undoubtedly be too tired to do anything. 

He began busying himself around the house, every little chore making him hornier than the last one. Everything was a thrill, trying to wipe dust off the higher shelves and feeling how his enormous gut was hanging further and further out of his shirt, trying to wash dishes and finding that he could barely reach into the sink with the enormous mound of blubber in the front of him. When he went to clean the plastic shower door, something that he meant to do all week, he nearly got stuck in the narrow space and instead of trying to find the best angle to free himself he rubbed against the shower wall, making himself cum just with the friction against his fat body. He would’ve jerked himself off if the was any hope of reaching his penis under all that flesh, which there absolutely wasn’t.

With all the chores completed and with food prepped for later, Elliott went to check on the pad. It was still frozen. It was 7.20 pm.

He called in sick and trying not to freak out about it just yet he repositioned the mirror closer to the couch where he planted his enormous ass and began rubbing his flesh. 

There was no need to freak out, he was sure the NanoSim would reset overnight. 

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Elliott woke up still on the couch and still as enormous as when he drifted off, exhausted by the almost constant sexual tension of the previous day. 

He tapped the band. Frozen. The pad proved to be in a similar state. 

Elliott tried calling the NanoSim Technical Support but they told him that there was nothing they could do remotely because there were health hazards involved, so he would have to come to one of their stores to get it reset. 

Which meant… Going outside as a 432lb man. 

Elliott ate his modest breakfast of a skinny man and wondered how it would look to an outsider, a guy who was nearly half-tone of blubber eating a modest portion of oatmeal. 

Before leaving the house he pulled on a beanie and didn’t shave his unimpressive stubble. There was no way anyone would recognise him, but he still didn’t want to risk it. 

His heart was pounding so hard that it was all he could hear as Elliott stepped out into the hallway. 

Usually, Elliott just took the stairs from the second floor he lived on, but there was no way he was going to take the stairs today, he could barely move with all that unfamiliar weight on him, his waddle almost a caricature of itself. 

There was a lady in the lift and when the doors opened she frantically looked between Elliott and the lift control panel informing all the passengers that the weight limit was 500lb. She was slim, but there was no way she was less than 100lb. 

“You go on” Elliott smiled at her and she pressed the button to close the door almost frantically. 

He wasn’t sure if he actually WAS 432lb or if the nanobots just made it appear so to him, but he wasn’t going to risk it. 

There was an Uber waiting for him, but Elliott had to cancel the ride when it turned out that he couldn’t fit in the car. 

With his dick painfully hard and trapped between mounds of flesh he selected a different ride, making sure it was big enough to accommodate for a massive hog like him. He barely fit and his gut filled his lap completely. The driver was visibly disgusted and Elliott’s already painfully hard dick throbbed under his apron belly. 

Waddling and puffing his way through the shopping centre to the SimNano store was the most humiliating and gratifying experience of his life. Everyone, without exception, stared at the giant man barely waddling his way through the halls, his too-small shirt riding up his enormous gut and his face flushed with the effort of putting all that blubber into motion. 

When he finally made it to the store he was heaving, his breath rasping and his entire body sticky with sweat. 

The only person in the store was the clerk, a teak-skinned man with a mop of black curls and bright, quick eyes. He was very much Elliott’s type and the fact that he had to talk to a handsome guy while his enormous gut hung out of his shirt and he was so out of breath was arousing beyond all reason. 

“Hello, I’m Omar, how can I help you?” 

“Hi, I… uff.. Sorry… I have a problem with my SimNano, the program froze last night and it’s still frozen.” He handed the man his pad, still trying to catch his breath. 

“Let’s see here…” Omar took his pad from him and when he saw the program the SimNano was frozen on he slowly looked back up at Elliott, his lips stretching into a mischievous grin. Elliott felt like his entire face was on fire. Somehow it didn’t dawn on him that the clerk would see the program he was running. If he could, he’d bolt it out of the store in embarrassment, but he couldn’t, not when he was this massive. 

“Let me just do some troubleshooting here.” Omar said, his smirk still on his face as he plugged the device into a PC and started clicking. 

“Alright,” he said a few minutes later. “It looks like I got it, but let me just check…” 

“What…”

Elliott watched with growing terror as Omar proceeded to add another 50lb(22kg) to his program and activating it. Elliott staggered back, feeling his gut hanging marginally lower, the waistband of his tracksuit digging just that much deeper into his blubber. 

“Just to double check, better to be sure.” Omar said, adding another 50 on top of that. 

Elliott had to grab onto the counter as the enormous weight started to threaten to topple him to the ground. He was heaving just from the sheer effort of standing up.

Omar’s cheeky grin was turning downright mischievous. 

“I think it’s working now.” the clerk said, bringing the program down to its original +300lb setting. 

“T-thank you…” Elliott panted, taking his pad back and thanking all the Gods that his gut hid his erection. 

As he was waddling back to the entrance Omar’s voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Ey, fat boy.” 

That nickname alone nearly made Elliott give an ungainly moan, right there in the middle of the shopping centre.

“Y-yes?” “Give me your number, I write NanoSim codes in my spare time and big improvement to the overall experience. I mean…. Huge improvements.” 

Omar’s grin was pure evil and Elliott was sure his own was no better as he gave the handsome man his number.

This was going to be fun. 

PART 2

[nonmurdery]

A THOUSAND KISSES DEEP

reader x yoosung | part one

summary: reader escapes rika’s apartment before the bomb goes off in yoosung’s bad ending 1. this uses his dialogue from the game.

author’s note: why am i obsessed with bad endings? i’ll never know! the mc’s personality is derived from how they were in that route. had this in my drafts for a minute, i don't know who'll be her end game, just take this as some angst!!

ps. chatroom formatting probably looks cuter on mobile devices

trigger warnings: major character death

word count: 1,444

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You technically met Yoosung Kim last week.

The same could be said for the entire RFA. Jumin Han, V, 707, Jaehee Kang, and Zen. You've learned that the RFA is short for Rika’s Fundraising Association. You started texting them after receiving mysterious messages from an Unknown contact to go to the apartment you'd start living in. Yet you haven't met any of them in person.

Being separated by a phone screen didn't stop you from pursuing Yoosung. He's a cute SKY University student around your age. His inexperience kindled the spark between you two. You couldn't have been expected to pass up the opportunity! Not when he was clearly desperate for a partner. As were you. Your self esteem was in the gutters and the loneliness within you had become so voluminous as of late. The RFA has helped out with that.

Chatting with the RFA throughout your day wasn't difficult. Although planning their next party had its challenges. They helped you with whatever they could. Mostly with recommending guests while you picked the theme and most everything else. The best part? You were getting paid for your services.

In short: plenty of unexpected things happened to you this week. Most of them being new beginnings for yourself and the RFA. Yoosung showing up to the apartment by himself proved itself to be the most unexpected.

Intruder found. Special security system attack mode initiated.

“Did you hear that?” Your eyes wandered the room.

The bomb. You remembered it, well, you didn't forget about it either. It terrified you and made it difficult for you to get a full night's worth of sleep. No RFA member was supposed to enter this apartment—707 was still working to deactivate it. Your throat suddenly felt tight. Instead of feeling excitement upon meeting Yoosung, terror swamped your senses instead. Every fiber in your body yelled that you run. There's still time to get out of here.

Yoosung paid no attention to your words nor the alarm. “Reader … But you’re not blond like Rika … ?”

Sensing location of intruder … adjusting target …

“You cannot be serious! I was kidding about that.” You yelled, your eyes saucer-wide.

Is this his truly greatest concern? Your hair wasn't made up of the same lion's mane of loose curls as Rika’s was. Regardless, the ticking bomb that's about to go off was of more importance, to you, it seemed.

He stared at you with his large violet eyes, a cloud of confusion passing over his face. He looked exactly like the photographs he’s shared in the messenger. Short blond hair that pointed in every direction, a lithe build, and baby-faced. Your heart thrashed against your ribcage, thumping at a terrible pace. If you didn't start moving, you'd faint. Or worse, you'd die.

“And you don’t have her eye color … Your hands and face look different too … Is it really you, Reader?”

You answered with a shaky nod. “Yes! It’s me! I’m not some doppelgänger or any other look-alike. None of that matters, we need to get out of here, Yoosung.”

This changed from what you said in the messenger earlier. You spoke about how you'd need to become like Rika in order to be someone special to him. It shocked you to know he processed all of those texts you sent. For some reason, that made you like him even more than you did before.

Orders to destroy all information for the sake of protection. Activating system destruction.

“Oh … I’m sorry. I guess I just thought that you’d look exactly like Rika. But you don’t.”

You were beside yourself with frustration. “I still own you. That means we'll do what I say, let's go.” You slipped your arm through his elbow and yanked him toward the door.

It was mostly your fault for why he’d come to such assumptions. You told him that you'd be his Rika and replace her. Still, they made you a little queasy. Physically being here with him felt different than typing letters on a screen. You felt a connection to him.

“We’re not going anywhere! I ran over here because no one in the RFA helped Rika when she took her life away.” He wrenched himself out of your tight hold.

15 seconds left … 14 seconds …

Stand here and listen to his spiel, or run now and have a chance at living? You told him that you'd take care of him. That he'd be your pet and that's what you wanted. In the face of life and death, you knew what to do. You weren’t going to die for someone who looked at you with disdain for not matching their cousin in appearance. Someone who barely knew or liked you. Two days ago, you would have done anything to be accepted by him and be in charge of his life. The truth is, you barely knew Yoosung beyond the color green, LOLOL, and Rika.

Dying wasn't worth it. Not here, your life has just started.

“Yoosung, come with me. Running here won't matter if you don't run now! We’ll talk about everything after.” He looked unphased by your words, as if they held no weight to him.

Throwing one final glance at Yoosung, you darted out of Rika’s apartment as quick as a shooting star. You could only hope that he's shortly behind. Your heartbeat thrummed in your ears while the sounds of your footsteps pounded with them. Or they might've been his footsteps, listening to what you had to say after all.

Taking the elevator would've been a foolish decision. You ran down the hallways, knowing that 707 watched them through the CCTV. That explained the notification that made your phone buzz in the back pocket of your pants. It had to wait. You made it to a large stairwell that descended to the lower floors. Did V really have to purchase an apartment on the 14th?

Sucking in a breath, you headed down the staircase. You ran down the stairs faster than you knew that you could. The seconds counted down in your mind until a loud bang issued from behind you, startling you enough to fall. You hit the ground hard. Even with your eyes squeezed closed, you saw the light of fire beyond your eyelids.

None of this would've happened if he listened to you. You held your consciousness and managed to get to the 1st floor. When you got down there, firemen were making their way up, up, up. Sirens and screams glided to your ears as you fled the building.

A cold breeze lanced into you. From your peripheral vision, you saw ambulances, more fire trucks, and police cars coming down the streets. Nighttime stretched over the sky, littering it with glittering stars and fluffy see-through clouds. When you lifted your eyes up to Rika's apartment, there were fat tendrils of smoke rising into the air from the building's roof, like a soul ascending from their body.

“Yoosung! Yoosung, you idiot!” Your scream got gobbled up by the street’s cacophony. Tears pricked your eyes and you let them slide down your face. His death is on your shoulders. That's if he died. But you couldn't see a way that he could've survived.

You held yourself, squeezing your upper arms. Interviewers raced to the scene with their cameras and microphones. Your neighbors sprinted outside with some of their belongings, their mouths gaping. That's when it hit you that you only brought one thing.

“Do you know what's going on, Reader?” A woman with watery eyes asked. You bumped into her once in the lobby and talked about the weather.

You watched the flames. “I …” You wet your dry lips. “I need to go.”

Walking to the nearest alleyway, you whipped out your phone. The app was bursting with messages, most of the RFA members are active.

READER has entered the chatroom.

Jumin Han

Did everyone see the news? I'm watching it live now.

Jaehee Kang

? Mr.Han

ZEN

What news?

Jumin Han

There was an explosion at [ADDRESS] on the fourteenth floor.

Jaehee Kang

Goodness…

Jumin Han

The occupants are currently evacuating the building.

READER

HELP! I think Yoosung got cahgt in the fire!

707 has entered the chatroom.

ZEN

Yoosung?! Oh no...

Zen

Reader are you alright?!!! Tell me you're alright.

707

…

707

..

707

.

707

On my way.

READER

On your way here?

707 has left the chatroom.

ZEN

stay where you are, Reader!

ZEN

I'm sure that he has a plan…

Jaehee Kang

I agree with Zen.

Jaehee Kang

What happened to Yoosung, Reader?

Jumin Han

I can only hope for the best.

READER has left the chatroom.

[spyderlondon]

I Don't Want to Become a Monster... chapter 1

CW: Mental manipulation

Freakshow AU by @hootbon (I was given permission to play around with this idea)

THIS STORY IS FULLY NON-CANON! I just wanted to do an introspective on Caine's transformation

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A change is on its way... You need to prepare for it... Get up! Get ready!

Caine jolted to a more active state in the middle of the night and looked around as to where that voice was coming from in complete confusion. It couldn't have been from his creators as they've long since stopped talking with him- ever since the first few users began to become trapped in the circus, the developers of his code and game went radio silent, he never knew why. The upper part of his teeth lowered a bit as to show his confusion to the situation, he pulled up the game's code and looked through it while his fingers tapped on his leg in his slight nervousness.

Nothing.

There was nothing new or different to the code from what he could tell. Then why did he... He shook his head- it was probably just an auditory hallucination or Bubble playing a prank on him while he was partially deactivated during the night.

The AI ran his hands down his dentures with a light groan before grabbing his cane and headed into the circus tent so he could do make sure everything was in order before anyone woke up for the morning roll call. He says that but it was partially also to calm his nerves after the voice he heard- as much as he wanted to pin the blame on Bubble, the voice sounded eerily like his own except... darker...

He put a hand on the side of his upper jaw and massaged it a little, telling himself not to think about it too deeply. It wasn't a concern, he merely had to focus on his tasks at hand. He had humans to entertain in the morning after all! They were counting on him to keep them sane and... he looked away as he thought about what happened when he failed at his task. He didn't want to think about it. It was too painful to think about... for everyone.

He paused in his tracks when he heard chatter from nearby the main area of the tent. He peeked out from behind the corner, not wanting to interrupt, and saw black and white chess pieces surrounded by a number of bugs- monarch butterflies, hercules beetles, cicadas, the like. They were sitting on the ground side by side as they watched the insects as they joked around and told each different facts about the bugs- the king and queen chess pieces didn't have mouths so it wasn't really obvious but Caine could tell that they were smiling as brightly as anyone could smile in here. He felt his body ease up as he watched them, feeling comforted by the fact that despite being stuck here longer than all the other humans combined- these two still seemed at peace with their situation.

Don't think you can keep everyone at peace... The humans will and already have lost their minds before...

The ringmaster felt a shiver go down his digital spine and he whipped around, "Who said that!" He suddenly yelled, which caught the attention of the two chess pieces. He tensed at the sight of the two of them staring in his direction, "I-I'm sorry, superstars, Bubble just surprised me is all!" He fibbed, feeling a bit of sweat going down his jaw.

"Wait, Cain-"

Before Queenie could get her sentence out the AI raced off in the opposite direction in a slight panic that he didn't realize he could feel until this moment. What was going on?! He's never felt this tense before, or had much other emotion other than joy and amusement. Wasn't he programmed just with that type of emotion to help keep the players engaged? Why was he suddenly feeling more negative emotions...

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A/N: This was gonna be a one shot but the ideas kept flowing! So, I guess you guys are in for a treat! This is now going to have two or three chapters!

[ehimemo34]

Summery: your one little minx, and hawks is after you

Please be kind and reblog ❤️

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TW: mean! Hawks, violence, slight gore (not really), FEM reader, lewd smut, name calling (cheap slut), hawks being rough

You have to flee as soon as possible. Hawk was coming for you, and you'd heard he had a penchant for killing crooks.

You sprinted through a few alleyways and hopped a few walls, thinking you were safe.

Until you felt a blast of air sweep past you, and there was Hawk, all dressed up, blood trickling from his face from your earlier attack.

"Nice try, but I always catch my villains," he said, as you were about to strike back when a cold metal feeling brushed against your wrists. Your eccentricity would be ineffective. When you peered down, you noticed quirk-deactivating cuffs.

"You son of a bitch," you snarled. You intended to kick Hawk in the face, but he used his forearm to block your leg. "Enough," he declared.

You were both staring at each other, waiting for the other to move.

A notion occurred to you: you had always suspected that hawks had a thing for you, at least sexually; perhaps today was a good night to put it to use.

"Hawks," you enticingly urged, "come on, let me out." You smirked as you looked him up and down. "Then maybe we could have some fun." You gave a wink.

Hawks laughed and buried his face in his hand as he glanced at you. He then fell silent when he felt you slide your fingertips down his chest. "Ah, fuck it," he said. Hawks pressed his lips against yours, the kiss hard and tense. "Ha! You're acting like a cheap whore!" he exclaimed, kissing your neck.

You tried wrapping your arms around his neck, gently sighing. This made me feel wonderful; maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all. " N-no.. " Hawks cut you off when he bit your collar bone; instead, you let out a loud moan." "What was that?" He stated.

You couldn't respond because he was grinding his hips into yours. It felt too sweet to be true. "I-god," you muttered. "I can't believe I'm doing this; you killed three people," he whispered as he kissed your neck and lowered himself to your chest. Now your hands are in his hair. "And you have killed more," you huffed. Hawks simply hummed back. "You really are the devil, tempting me like this," he remarked as he kissed your stomach.

You sighed again, tightening your grasp on his hair, causing him to let out a low moan of his own. "I guess we'll find out."

Hawks chuckled. "Guess we will, little devil."

[bisluthq]

idk much about Matty but for a guy that seems a bit flighty and prone to ghosting, he seems to have had a few serious relationships though. More than Taylor actually. So the whole promising her marriage and all, it doesn't seem like just a lovebomb tactic. Unless he just realized he actually didn't want it or couldn't see it happen with her, cause the fantasy version of her was better than who she actually is. As a person I mean, cause as an artist I feel like he respects her and all. I just wonder if everything else apart from the artist that makes Taylor, Taylor is actually the kind of woman Matty he's into

He def has had multiple serious relationships. And I agree he didn't just "lovebomb" like as a manipulation tactic and genuinely thought this was dead serious. But I do think the vitriol online absolutely shook him to his core because Matty reaaaally likes dicking around online and seeing that much hate about himself must've really hurt him. People were straight up signing petitions and calling him a Nazi and shit (which he isn't lbfr) and idk that any girl's worth all that like even if you really fucking like her, if you also really like being online, and if you have pretty delicate mental health (which he does). I also think he got to know her pretty well 2021 onwards so yes he really really really liked her beyond liking her as an artist and also he (clearly) actually really really really wants to get married and have kids (Twigs -> Taylor -> Gabby pipeline). I'm not Matty and fuck alone knows what he was thinking but my guess would be he ghosted because he wasn't sure what to do? Like he obviously really liked her but he didn't at all like the situation they were in. I also still think eventually they would've split anyway but I do think what spurred the ghosting was all the online stuff and how much he likes online stuff. He did deactivate shit and whatnot but the problem is he... likes doing that kind of stuff. He really enjoys being online. So to give that up would be like to give up a part of himself/his identity/his life and idk that he was willing to do that or that it would be a reasonable expectation from someone. There was also pressure on him to change his show/act and look like he was willing to make adjustments (he did stop kissing fans and tbh when he goes back on tour now that he's engaged/possibly is married when they next tour, I wouldn't be stunned if he stops doing that again) but he can't just create a new act because that's... who he is? He's Matty, the frontman of The 1975, and he performs as a weirdo called Truman Black. Doesn't mean we have to like every decision he makes but yk what I'm saying? Like he can't change everything about himself for a girl and tbf I don't for an iota of a second think Taylor wanted him to but her fans/the internet did and that must've been tough. He handled it really weirdly and badly though still imo but yeah. I think they're better off split, I think he should've handled it differently, and I think both still have some unresolved questions in the back of their heads (not in a Maylor way but like they've never gotten the opportunity to really truly give it a shot - personally I think it'd still fail lol but hear me out - so there will still be some "what ifs" going on for them probably forever tbh unless they do a Tatty 3.0 one day but even that wouldn't be a proper test because now there's sooooooo much baggage lol).

[nonstandardrepertoire]

a few additional dates, ~while we're all here~

in 2366, Data creates Lal. she leads a brief and wondrous life

after she dies (still in 2366), Data incorporates her memories into his. as far as i know, there is no canon answer to what happens to her body

in 2369 (or perhaps 2370?), Data deactivates his brother, Lore, who at this point has done literally so much murder oh my g-d. arguably he has also tried to do at least a little genocide. as far as i know there is, again, no canon answer to what happens to his body, but Data does not seem to have incorporated Lore's memories in the way that he incorporated Lal's

a decade later, 2379 is a big year for Android News: B-4 is discovered and does some Light Unintentional Industrial Sabotage And Also Treason. Data sacrifices himself (his physical body being utterly destroyed) for Picard. A copy of Data's mind is uploaded to B-4, but it does not seem to wholly take (tho there is an implication that it may partially have)

as above, in 2385, Utopia Planitia is attacked and the Federation bans synthetic life. Alton Soong fucks off to a remote planet to continue his work, apparently taking some copy of Data's consciousness with him in some capacity

by the 2390s, B-4 has been disassembled and put into storage at the Daystrom Institute. Jurati says that he really wasn't much like Data at all, so i think it's safe to assume that at no point did the memory transfer really succeed. as of 2399, B-4 is still in cold storage at the Institute

after some shenanigans, in 2399, Picard terminates Alton Soong's copy of Data's consciousness

between 2399 and 2401, Soong then creates a new android and puts into its head some or all of the consciousness of B-4, Lal, Data, and Lore. B-4 is obviously trivial to explain how he acquires. Data has apparently been reconstructed from one of B-4's neurons somehow ok sure fine whatever. i'm willing to accept that a ~complete reconstruction~ of Data's mind (which would have to be captured in a failed upload from 20 years ago) would contain Lal's incorporated memories, but it seems a little weird to describe that as incorporating Lal directly; i am at a loss to explain how Soong would have acquired anything from Lal's actual body, since, again, this is now 33 years after her death. but uh

a) where the fuck does Lore's mind come from? b) why the fuck would you put a homocidal maniac in your new fancy android deliberately????? please make this make sense why would you do that Lore specifically and deliberately killed the last guy who created him twice

anyway, in 2401, Soong dies. rip, i guess, but also he kind of sucked

within four months, Starfleet had acquired his B-4/Lal/Data/Lore mashup bot and put it in charge of security at their most important secret intelligence base. this is, again, an android that incorporates data/personalities from two androids that have done treason against the Federation. i can only assume that Changeling infiltrators approved this plan????

but also how the fuck do you get a massive interplanetary bureaucracy to install an entirely new security system at their most important top-secret base in just four months. (because, again, Soong dies in 2401 and Picard S3 takes place in mid-April of that same year.) have you met a bureaucracy???? i have worked at a non-profit that spent a year and a half debating whether to store PDFs of marketing materials on GoogleDrive or on DropBox, and you expect me to believe that an organization of this size makes a decision of this import with that little hand-wringing? I Simply Do Not

this all just creates a very strong sense of a show that is driven by a kind of "spot the reference" easter egg conception of continuity at the expense of the more boring but necessary background continuity consistency that makes a world feel coherent and grounded. like sure, yeah, throw Lal in there so people who have watched TNG can be like "aha! i get that reference!", and bring Lore back because i guess he is an? iconic villain? (????), but at what cost to the logical fabric of this world. is that all this show aspires to be? idk, i do not like it

trying to figure out the Picard season 3 chronology is going to make my head explode

[cienie-isengardu]

@mnmovdoom said to “This lightsaber…”

I'd love to hear your thoughts about Kreel and his lightsaber. This panel is amazing and it gives me so many feels (I specialise in knights, so weapons are highly symbolic) and considering what happens on Crait, this panel is just... ugh, my heart ;-;

(Sorry for late reply, I was out of country for the last week and had no access to sources to answer properly 🙂)

Oh, I have a lot of feelings about Kreel! He is one of my favorite new characters from Disney canon and it is really interesting that he is using a lightsaber, especially since he doesn’t have any ambition to be real Jedi or Sith apprentice at all. He even said so to Lord Vader's critique ("Too much a stormtrooper. Try all you might, sergeant Kreel, you will never be Sith"), as at the core he will always be a soldier:

< It wasn't the Sith who saved me from dying in the fighting pits of Chagar IX. It was the 501st. I'm a trooper to the core. Sir. >

Kreel gained knowledge about Jedi during undercover mission as Gamemaster but his opinion about the Force seems to confirm previous statement:

<The Force is a distraction, kid. Next time try fighting instead.>

Yet despite his bold words about being a stormtrooper first and foremost, Kreel likes the lightsaber and has appreciation for it as a weapon:

< Just a trooper who appreciates the value of a good saber. >

And yes, the lightsaber for sure is a useful and dangerous weapon but this weapon is strictly tied to his previous undercover job that lasted for years and the fighting on the arena was similar to what he experiences as a child in mentioned fighting pits from which he was saved by 501st troopers. As a Gamemaster he was a slave of Hutt and he was glad to finally turn against his "master". And yet, when Kreel was giving report to Lord Vader, we could see him keeping the lightsaber behind his back

and using it on SCAR Squad's mission soon after that (though I'm not sure if this was the same lightsaber he used against the Hutt, as it had a blue color while as sergeant, his lightsaber is green. Is that a simple error or Kreel picked one of the collected relics on his own?)

Surprising thing is that Kreel was allowed at all to keep the lightsaber since the Empire worked hard to erase any trace of the Jedi and comics made it clear A) the collected items were confiscated by the Empire and B) Vader doesn’t consider him as good material for Sith. Even more surprisingly the weapon has green color, not the red like Sith and Inquisitors commonly used, which ironically is one of Jedi colors. Lord Vader said that Kreel's lightsaber should be destroyed and most important, Kreel did not earn the right to it.

Kreel for sure has some experience with lightsabers and maybe Force, at least in a theoretical way, yet as the comics proved, he is not that that good with it. Once he engaged Luke Skywalker in lightsaber duel, Vader outright said nor the sergeant nor the young rebel were skilled enough for such skirmish

< You are engaging him in a lightsaber duel. Neither of you are skilled enough for such an endeavor. >

and later the Sith needed to save Kreel during exercise with training droids because the man deactivated safety protocols and set droids at maximum combat level and in result got overwhelmed pretty quickly. Vader definitely had a point there (and more patience than he has for imperial officers but I guess being one of the 501st gives people this benefit). Kreel already failed a few times and went against his boss’ orders (attacking Luke) and despite that, Vader still decided to give him a chance to prove his worth. I’m pretty sure it was less about the sergeant's potential and more about his answer, if he fails he will kill his squad and himself with the given weapon. He needed to truly believe in that to convince a Sith Lord - though this is an extreme approach, this also shows Kreel’s mindset. Either he will be worthy of this weapon that belonged once to a Jedi who died with it in hand - and was gifted to him by Lord Vader himself - or he will pay for failure (insult done to his superior) with his life and the life of his men. There is no middle ground and well, it sounds to me a lot like Kreel is willing to do sort of twisted “seppuku” (as a honorable suicide to make amends to his boss?) albeit killing his squad is a bit unfair, as they usually fails because of Kreel’s obsession about dueling Luke. So there is definitely something off about his connection to a lightsaber, as it strays more and more from Kreel’s “trooper to the core” assurance given to Vader.

On one hand, Kreel isn't aspiring to be something more than a trooper or to rise in rank (frankly, I don’t think he even cares that much about “evil Jedi” propaganda as he mainly wants to kill rebels on every occasion). On the other hand, Kreel clings to the weapon that is a vital part of Jedi or Sith culture and identity. He is not a Knight by any means, doesn't follow a Jedi philosophy, sometimes doesn't even follow a common sense, as he throws it away everytime Luke is around.

The only Knight-like mindset is about being worthy of his special saber and to beat Skywalker in duel but he isn’t above using a lightsaber to massacre rebels. So the weapon is a tool of doom as much as a symbol (gift). Which contrasts a lot to Jedi lore; yes, Jedi used their lightsabers in fight and to kill, but they generally built their weapons alone, shaping to their liking and remaking it as they pleased. Usually Jedi didn’t get their lightsabers from others while Kreel was gifted with it but we don’t exactly see him “connecting” to the lightsaber? He does not intervene in its construction / redesign to make it fit better to him and maybe this is just me, but I have this feeling it is Kreel that readjusted himself (his fighting style) to the weapon, not the other way around? Bear with me on this one, but the stormtrooper to the core would rather stick to the blaster, the soldier weapon, right? Kreel barely uses a blaster now - for example, when fighting against bunch of rebels, he consciously chose the lightsaber to slaughter them and even SCAR squad was surprised if not freaked a bit by the result. Of course, the last few years working undercover demanded from him to adjust to the “gamemaster” persona but he didn’t switch back in that regard. And sure, a lightsaber is a cool and deadly addition, but this is a weapon of the enemy - Jedi and the Force is what became tied tightly to the Rebellion thanks to Luke who became a shining star (a new hope) after destroying Death Star. His journey to Jedi knighthood is kinda an interesting contrast to Kreel’s own development (or regress?).

Luke grows more and more accustomed to lightsaber fighting, more tuned to the weapon and Force. He is growing, with each fight more and more. Though both men started with "borrowed" lightsabers (Luke had his father's weapon, Kreel’s own belonged to an unknown Jedi), Luke slowly builds his Jedi Knight and Rebel commander identity while Kreel seems to be staying in the same place or worse, actually getting worse in regard to his competence? Losing time after time, putting his obsession (hunting rebels/Luke) above his missions and safety of his men; he uses the lightsaber both against the enemy and himself. As much as the cutting arm was necessary to save himself before the ship exploded, one may wonder wouldn't it be better to just call for backup? Instead Kreel decided to rely solely on himself while metaphorically speaking, the failure takes away part of his humanity, if we go with star wars Old Trilogy / Legends (in universe) bias insisting how losing a flesh and replacing it with mechanical part is a symbol of dehumanization. 

(Also, in star wars usually people lost limbs when their opponent cut them while Kreel took own arm instead of calling for help from his squad. In a way this reminds me of Vader and the iconic “Resurrection” [Star Wars Tales 9] in which Vade pierced himself right through with a sword to kill his opponent when it seemed he was close to dying. In that regard Kreel and Vader are pretty ruthless even against their own body. I may of course overthink it but not many characters in star wars were shown as using their own lightsaber for self-harm for whatever reason, I believe?)

At this point, I don’t think Kreel truly earned the lightsaber. So far Vader didn’t sound impressed by his skills or achievements of the SCAR squad. Yet for whatever reason, Kreel is still breathing (and I seriously hope the man will survive another meeting with a disappointed boss), so there must be something worthy in him for Vader to tolerate repeating failures. Personally I suspect it is less Kreel’s fighting skills and more the dedication to serve the Sith/Empire and maybe exhibited a sense of 'honour ' (if promising to kill your own squad and himself in compensation for the disappointment caused could be counted as such). I would love to learn more about Kreel and his service in 501st, how he became Vader’s undercover agent and what the Sith taught him to better understand Kreel’s stubborn clinging to a Jedi (Knight) lightsaber of all possible things.

Also, this man definitely should get professional therapy, not a deadly weapon to a hand.

I got carried away a bit, I hope I didn't bore you :)

[yooniesim]

That Timm guy has apparently deactivated his twitter again. I’m pretty sure he’s just doing it for attention now after he decided to be pals with CowBuild or whatever that was.

Pffft. Sounds about right, nonny. Guess my, like, 20 notes text post really hit him in the feels. That's called ego 🤡 but fr. What should've made him sick was realizing how he excused cowbuild like that. Love how he let Mack run around calling the paywall thing "an LGBT issue because Timm is gay" but immediately forgot about Cow's transphobia. Interesting.

smh... it doesn't surprise me one bit. It does feel like a continuation. Racism, martyrdom... Reuploading all that cc he didn't go through the trouble of getting himself made him feel real special. But everyone I talk to seems to think he's a clown so I don't think he has the reputation he thinks he does...

First of all, this man did not get sued lmfao. Do people know how difficult it is to sue someone in another country? Afaik it's like, near impossible and extremely expensive. Plus, no lawyer would take a fucking DMCA case concerning EA's intellectual property being claimed as Cowbuild's. Their policy is very clear that your CC doesn't belong to you and can be re-uploaded at anytime by anyone without your permission. Either Timm made it up, or he thinks Cowbuild just saying "i'm suing you" means he's in actual legal trouble. But, you're right. For the sake of clout, he re-uploaded all the cc we already fucking had under his own name and brought all that shit down on himself. Bc it wasn't about bringing free cc to people or spiting cowbuild, it was about being an important figurehead.

👆 all of this, milu. Since I haven't seen cowbuild say anything publicly, I'm inclined to think the conversation never even happened lol. But if it did happen, it's a real shame. Like you said, that wasn't nearly the only issue there, and we already know there was a whole doxxing ring and everyone involved should be considered complicit. The way all of that was just brushed aside was... well, sickening to be honest. @milugameplay

Edit: I forgot one 🤡

Would it be out of character for cowbuild? Probs not. Do I think he's important enough to be paid off? Lol no.

[draganasimpsforjeff]

Jeff The Killer with Camgirl S/O

How fucking dare you?

Just sitting there with slutty clothes presenting your lovely flesh and figure for other men to see for men who don't own you. Who don't love you, fuck you, or hold you. Something that was his job as he was crowned your boyfriend.

He watches you from across the room as he sat on an old office chair, growing more and more pissed off as you giggle innocently at the webcam sporting on your laptop. The same innocent giggle that you did when you would purposely get him jealous just so he would dick you down later.

He was more than aware of your games and this was just one of them.

His fist clenches nails digging into his clothed knees, threatening to rip the fabric of his jeans. The way your leg slides up and the fishnets showing more than enough of your skin. As far as he knew, that skin only for his eyes to see and of course these disgusting assholes paid to see those parts of you.

The only thing that kept him from not stomping over there and ripping the cords to shreds, shutting the scene down and deactivating your account was because 1. None of them actually get to touch you. They're just seeing from a screen 2. It did bring in money but it was the point of it.

His ears perk up at the familiar ding of when someone pays you a tip, making your smile turn into a toothy grin before licking your lips and spreading your legs a little more, sliding your hand teasingly downwards. "You're willing to pay that much for me to just play with myself? How generous." he snickers, rolling his eyes as that was your fake appreciative voice.

The same way people worked in customer service have but you obviously made more and were happier, it was present in your voice. And it irked him to no end.

Of course, you happened to just pick a perfect shade of lighting for tonight's show. One that happened to be his favorite especially compared to your body.

Cherry red lights with some neon lights in the back, creating the picture perfect shadows for your curves, accentuating the best of you possible, which was every part to him. But red was such a lustful color as well and oh honey, how greatly you were wearing it tonight.

His leg began to bounce up and down in aggravation, slowing feeling the need to chew his nail till they were all bloody.

Ha. How great would it look for you to suck on his fingers, lapping up all of the blood with big doey eyes silently asking for more to taste.

You were such a beautiful creature to break and mold to his perfection.

"Alright then!" you giggle, using your hands to pull down your lacy underwear, swinging it around your finger before making the point to throw it far enough to where it lands on his face.

You watch for a moment admiring the sight of his shoulders tensing as he was sniffing the underwear where your pretty cunt was hiding behind moments ago.

Oh, how sweet you smelled.

But then you pay attention back to the crowd, sliding just one digit down to your puffy folds, beginning to fake moan which almost makes Jeff laugh from behind the scenes.

You were such a liar. You didn't know yourself more than he did. He knew the twists and turns, inside and out and everything else just by how much his dick had paid your cunt a visit. You were his personal cocksleeve anyways.

A few more dings come through, wanting you to use more than your fingers to please yourself. You really wanted to use Jeff's knife handle but you had a feeling the men on this platform were too boring and vanilla for that.

Holding in a sigh, you turn around and get on your knees letting the camera get a nice view of your ass and pussy as you lean towards the lower shelf on the nightstand where you and Jeff kept your plastic box of toys. You smirk as you hear a low growl but roll your eyes his way, sending him a wink but not making it noticeable enough to raise questions.

You hum, turning back around the shirt you wore right now gave visual access to your cleavage.

The urge to claim you in front of others was getting stronger, almost a painful knot in his stomach as he watches you with eager eyes rummaging through the toy box, asking which one they would like to see you use to abuse your cunt with.

Though he didn't want to blow your cover of being 'single' as that was what you claimed because people would want to offer more money to someone who couldn't get help from someone else especially these filthy bastards who think if it wasn't for them, you would be homeless and no way to buy things to customize certain requests and make more money.

His heart started beating faster his breathing harder before he marched over there and the second your eyes connected you knew this was game over.

"Oh shit." you mumble, before being pushed onto your back already knowing to listen to whatever he wanted as he was your real savior.

He turns to the camera with an angry look on his face, several usernames exiting out of the room but plenty remained but the chat stopped with the emojis and suggestions. He continues to stare down at the screen before snapping his head over to you.

"You want to show them who you really belong to?" Oh how quick your submissive side caved for him and you nod, whimpering a little as he was taking a bit too long for your liking.

"That's a good girl." he smirks, taking out his knife from his hoodie the bit of light making the blade glint, moving a little to the side so the audience had just enough of a view to see what he was going to do.

He reverses the knife so it was the handle that teases your sopping sweetness that was begging for him already muscles pulsating and working themselves in preparation for him.

You whine, exposing yourself more for him as he shoves more of the handle into you the blade cutting his hand as he gripped it. His eyes narrow at you as he uses one of his hands to go to your lips. "Lick, slut. Show them how freaky MY girl is."

Well you were definitely going to be known for something on this platform.

Taking a moment to shared lock eyes it was enough to part your lips open for him to slip his long manly fingers into your mouth blood mixing with your saliva.

Such a delicious combination.

The two of you mixing so well.

Your moan grow louder in the room and with it not being soundproof, they only echoed.

Small spaced out dings could be heard as you both collected money from horny cocks. You were absolutely losing yourself to him once again as he continues with the handle before pulling it out.

"How cute...you've already creamed on it...this all for me doll?" he asks with a teasing tone as the handle shows hot white liquid over it. You nod frantically, whining while tears begin to build and threaten to fall from being teased and nothing more.

He was usually talkative during sex like his own words turn him on as well along with how your body responds to them.

He licks his lips slowly before sliding his tongue over the black cover of the knife, licking up your sweetness and swallowing it. He was quiet compared to you, he would not dare to make a single noise especially on camera. No. If anyone was going to be loud it was going to be you.

"You want my cock, sweetheart?" He asks, grabbing you and moving your body so once he fucks you he wouldn't be blocking the view. He gave the camera a side view and your face was now visible.

"Yes, daddy." you said respectively in a desperate tone, squeezing your thighs against him to trap him in your grip, but he just snickers grabbing some pink rope and quickly tightens your wrists together before stretching your arms over your head. "Beg." he says, taking his clothes off to reveal his overly sexy body.

Abs for days with prominent muscles and bones showing with his back and collarbones and oh fuck, his shoulder. He had a deep cut v line with a pretty thick dick that was around 7 inches.

What was enough to make you so full and slutty.

You hated when he did this because you could feel yourself growing shy but it was worse this time as there were eyes watching you. You look at him, silently sending him a message to just fuck you without saying anything. But he just smirks, leaning down to kiss your knee and to your thigh while making sure his dick teases your entrance.

You were in so much pain and all you could do was use your legs to touch him and nothing else. "P-p-please daddy.." you begin, making him tilt his head. "Please what? finish your sentence."

You swallow thickly, pressing your body against his trying to gain more of a chance for him to slip inside of you, but he pushes away. "Finish your sentence."

"Please daddy fuck me dumb like the stupid slut I am." you whine your cunt growing more and more wet and needy.

"Was that so hard?" he asks before ramming himself into you making you cry out in pleasure and some pain as he didn't let you adjust before continuing to thrust.

"This. This is my fucking cunt. I don't even have to pay for some lousy show with some fake ass moaning-" He growls, obviously sending a message to the remaining people.

"I own her. She's my little slut. My girl, to love, to hold, to FUCK! And guess what? I get it for free." He laughs seeing tears streak down to your cheeks.

"How pathetic that you only touch yourself, imagining how it would feel to be inside of her, well that's not enough." He grunts, grabbing his knife to make small cuts on your hips before leaning down to lick them up. Making some more cuts and spreads it around your stomach with his hand.

"She's my little freak." He only continued to get you bloodier and that was enough to make everyone leave.

He immediately pulls out making you kick your legs in a tantrum as he goes over and cuts the wires, disconnecting from everything and takes his time deleting your account. "I hope you learned your lesson." He says, eyeing you as you struggled to get the rope off your wrists watching as puts his pants back on and leaves the room.

Leaving you a bloody, horny, wet whore surrounded by toys and the memories of him using them on you. His scent all around. Everything in the room was his.

Including you.

[kokichixreaderthings]

TW: Rant and swearing

Hi, first of all, I wanna apologize in advance for what I am going to say. You are a huge comfort blog for me, especially when it comes to one of my biggest comfort characters (Kokichi), but I just wanna let this all out. I saw something today that really bothered me, and I just want to feel like I'm talking to someone that shares the same opinion and view as me. Whether or not you respond or even delete this is up to you, after all, this is your blog and you have the right to post whatever you want. So I apologize if I take up your time with my vent:

I was on reddit and I came across a HUGE thread and reasons why "Kokichi would be a toxic partner" and why "Saiouma is a toxic relationship". It made me so angry, I tried to reason with everyone else, but they harassed me to the point where I had to deactivate my account. If they don't ship Saiouma, that is fine. It is there opinion. But I do not stand ignorance that "Kokichi is a toxic partner" and they twist canon to make it seem like he is a purely evil person and therefore doesn't deserve love. I was just reading what they said, questioning if we even played the same fucking game!

They totally misunderstood Kokichi's actions in chapter 5 and said "He wanted Shuichi, Kiibo, Maki, and Himiko to commit mass suicide" which wasn't even his plan! It was quite the opposite--to fucking save everyone and get them the hell outta that goddamn killing game! That was his plan, if anyone was even paying attention--to end and ruin the killing game! They were also giving him a lot of crap about him and manipulating 'uwu the precious cinnamon roll that did no wrong' Gonta into killing Miu. OMG! SWALLOW THESE GODDAMN PILLS! GONTA MADE HIS OWN DECISION, HE IS A BIG BOY! Even Alter Ego Gonta said that he made his own choice to kill her! Literally, all Kokichi did was lead Gonta to the flashback light!

You might as well say Sonia was responsible for Hiyoko's death by telling her there is a mirror in the music venue and 'luring' her to her death!

Because of his actions, in a fucking killing game, everyone started to rant about how toxic Kokichi would be. Someone said he would be physically and mentally abusive, which I just can't imagine Kokichi being! He would never EVER harm his SO! During his FTE (if anyone even had the heart to play it and understand Kokichi), he made sure Shuichi wasn't hurt with the games he played! Kokichi even took the harm himself, if it meant Shuichi wouldn't be hurt! Hell, read his fucking wiki page! It's even stated that he dislikes general violence!

And him mentally and emotionally abusing his partner? Look, I know Kokichi can be an annoying shithead that lies a lot, but I can't imagine him degrading and belittling his partner! Not only is it very OOC, but to the person he, on layman terms "loves"?! I'm pretty sure Kokichi isn't that goddamn stupid to not realize that his words can seriously harm is SO! He may be inexperienced with the romance department, but even he knows that there is a fine line between 'teasing' and 'bullying'. Contrary to popular belief, Kokichi knows his boundaries (look at his LSE) and will definitely tone down his teasing and pranks if his SO is uncomfortable. Teasing his partner, definitely! But what would make people think that Kokichi is THAT stupid and downright bully them?!

Look at his Salmon Mode and UTDP events! He doesn't even manipulate people! In his Salmon mode, his 'dates' with Shuichi are purely wholesome and hilarious! Kokichi, the embodiment of a lie, even said "If I wanna get closer to Shuichi maybe I shouldn't lie to so much"

HE WAS WILLING TO BETTER HIMSELF FOR SHUICHI!

If that doesn't scream "A good partner" Idk what does, bestie!

Even in his UTDP events, nothing bad, really! There was an event with him and Kaito, they were just talking about family. I guess you can nitpick that he was bothering Kiibo again for being a robot, but really--nothing bad! He was even kind to Mikan and Nagito (who are both outcasted in school). He called Mikan 'kind' and even distracted her from Hiyoko when she wanted to bother Mikan

KOKICHI IS A GOOD GUY! He just needs to get his shit together and be treated with a little bit more kindness

There was this Kokichi ask blog I was scrolling down and 'Kokichi' was really nice to everyone that sent him asks. On of the questions said "Kokichi, you are really nice to everyone here. Where did the 'evil, ultimate supreme leader go?'" and Kokichi responded "Well, everyone has been so nice to me here! I don't have a reason to be disrespectful, now do I?" Which basically just proves if Kokichi was treated with a bit more kindness (Which I believe his SO would be able to give to him), he wouldn't be an asshole! He would be an amazing boyfriend!

TDLR: If you don't like Kokichi, that is fine. If you don't ship Saiouma, that is fine. But for the love is god: DO NOT TWIST CANON!

(Again, I'm really sorry for dumping his rant on you. I just wanted to feel like I was speaking to someone that shared the same opinion as me. If you read all this, thank you)

YOURE SO RIGHT !!!

this is so true!! you said exactly what i always think when i see stuff like that!!!

he’s not an evil, toxic person, he was in a killing game and he was struggling! he just needs help! there’s also like plenty of signs in the game that he’s suffering from depression too (signs that i even see in myself) which can really mess up your brain and convince you you deserve to be a bad person, which adds to how he so “easily” made himself out to be evil in the game

but he was only ever “evil” because of the way he made himself look to other people in the game, that’s literally the only evidence, but who he really is isnt evil at all! there’s plenty of evidence, like you said, that he’s actually a good person!!

i would literally ramble on forever about this, but you said most of it anyway :) also i don’t know if what i said made much sense but i hope it did

(also dont be sorry :) )

[xxexodxsxx]

Paranoia // Chanyeol & Sehun Drabble

Requested word: Haunted house by @xjinyoung

(Trigger warnings may occur, be cautious)

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"Who's idea was this?! You know I was joking about visiting that house up the hill, right?!" Sehun growls as he looks over to his comrade with disbelief. He was just kidding about going to explore that abandoned house up the hill. But knowing Chanyeol likes stuff like that he had no choice but come along and now he regretted it.

Sehun, Wielder Of Wind didn't fear anything expect ghosts, but then again that have been part of his life, since he was a child. He actually have met one ghost in his past, and he couldn't say it was a pleasant meeting. That ghost happened to be his dead uncle, that he have never actually met, before that and the things his ghost told him were highly disturbing and he saw often nightmares about it, so he wasn't fan of ghosts.

"Come on... It's not that bad. It may be abandoned, but it necessarily doesn't mean there's ghosts in there. Let's go. Night is almost falling and we don't have much time, until our night shift." Chanyeol says as he tugs the younger along towards the house. Every second closer to the house made Sehun feel extremely nervous, so he stayed close to Chanyeol, since he was the more powerful one of the crew. So, knowing he was there put Sehun's mind slightly at ease. Once they made it to the hill, it was already quite dark, gladly they had flashlights.

"There it is. Look at that view." Chanyeol says, admiring the way how scary the house looked like. Some windows were broken. There was dead garden at the side of the building. House wasn't very big, it looked more like an cabin than actual house. The door was a bit off the frame, and moved in the wind, making the place look even more ominous. That did not make Sehun feel any better about Chanyeol's master plan. He stayed behind him with his flashlight. "I guess that's enough. Can we go back now?" He asks then, not really wanting to go inside that ominous place, he felt extremely uneasy, but Chanyeol just chuckled and shook his head.

"Not so fast, Sehun-ah. We are going in. Come." Chanyeol says with smirk, pulling the younger along, even he tried to struggle away, but Chanyeol was way too strong for him, so he didn't have choice but to follow along. "Besides, you need to learn to face your fears with head on. For example, if there's a war, you can't just back away." He then says, knowingly looking over to younger one, that was clinging to his side now.

"War is different thing... We have been trained and prepared for that. I don't fear battles. But can't say I have the best experience with ghosts..." He then says, looking over to his comrade, following him inside and boy he was feeling extremely nervous and uneasy. As they walked around the house they kept eye on surroundings. It was very dark. There was shattered mirror on the wall at hallway and there was ax stuck into the wall. Whatever have happened there, it sure was violent thing. The whole place had eerie feeling to it, and that didn't make Sehun feel good at all, so he just clings to older male.

The furniture looked like they haven't been used in ages. There was lots of old books and magazines laying around the floor. Maybe even few old blood stains from the murder that seemingly took a place in there. And that sure did not exactly give off welcoming vibe.

"Are you scared, Sehun-ah?" Chanyeol asks and turns looking over to the younger male, that was clinging to his side, seemingly nervous as he looked around. "No... Just... Nervous..." He mutters, his voice wavering as he spoke, so it was obvious, that he was actually scared, not just nervous. "I assure you, there's nothing to..." Chanyeol started but fell silent as he heard a noise from above them. "Did you hear that?" He asks then as he looks around, trying to find the source of the noise.

"Hear what? I didn't hear anything... Can we go now...? I really don't want to be here..." He mutters, but Chanyeol covered his mouth and pulled him behind the corner, because he clearly heard footsteps above them somewhere. "Shh... Be quiet. We're not alone here..." He says and that sure made Sehun's heart skip beat or two just now. He remined silent and listened. His eyes widened as he actually heard the footsteps just now. "It's walking above us. Come." Chanyeol says as he made a move towards the stairs, Sehun following close behind. Now if ever he wished he would have Kai's ability, to teleport away from this foul place.

It seemed like time has stopped. There was nothing, but boy, it was cold up there, colder than downstairs. That probably wasn't a good sign. They looked around and listened. There they were again. They sounded heavier than before. Now even Chanyeol, that earlier didn't have any trouble, felt a bit nervous. But Sehun was horrified, because suddenly as he looked up. He saw him. His uncle, that he met after his death, looking as horrifying as back then, maybe even more at the moment.

"Sehun-ah?" Chanyeol called out but Sehun was nowehere to be seen. It's like he'd vanished. Now Chanyeol started to feel actually worried. He looked around with his flashlight. "Come on! This is no time for hide and seek... Where are you?!" He called out, activating his bracelet and flame appeared around his hand as he looked around, because one could know if those men that were after them would have set this up as a trap.

"Sehun-ah!" He called out again, biting his lip nervously as he tried to locate him. He then heard thump, like something would have dropped at downstairs. He rushed there and saw Sehun sitting in the corner, hugging his knees. "Sehun-ah... What happened...?" He asks then as he went to younger's side, deactivating the bracelet and made the flame disappear as he kneels down beside his comrade, placing hand on his shoulder.

"I... I got scared by the noises and ran back downstairs, but then... I saw it... T-that ghost... And... It looked exactly like my uncle..." Sehun explains, his voice wavering again and more than before. Now Chanyeol really regretted dragging younger here. Biting his lip he warped arms around him and pulled him into warm embrace. "I'm sorry, Sehun-ah... If I'd have known how bad your paranoia gets here, I wouldn't have dragged you along..." He whispers, holding younger in his arms gently, rubbing his back soothingly. He really was upset with himself for dragging Sehun into this, even he knew about his paranoia and about his first meeting with his dead uncle's ghost, which wasn't a pleasant one.

"Come on... Let's go home. I ask Kai to switch places with you on the night shift tonight. You can stay with Suho and others." He says as he helps his comrade up and they head out from the house, back to their base where they told everything that happened.

Chanyeol learnt important lesson, and would never ever do something like that again, when he was with Sehun.

THE END

[escapism-philophobiaofmine]

Reasons not to go back

Don't forget about the HURT they have caused you

even after you have told them... revealed to them about your scar but they still do the EXACT same thing. i told him how my sis kinda traumatised me because there was this period of time i called her urgently but SHE NEVER PICKED UP and that honestly left a bad taste

To be honest... i guess i am too much too for bringing up "accountability" concept and enforcing it on him so early on. oh well

I have already told him at least twice about NOT going missing for hours. once was before we were exclusive and i said it's nice if he can just say beforehand if he is gonna go MIA.... Not nice to leave someone dangling amirite.

Which actually he subsequently DID tell me once when he was out with his friends... like he will reply later. that's cool.

subsequently he also told me in advance his plans which i genuinely appreciated because i honestly don't work well with uncertainty.

then came that one faithful SUNDAY where he just almost didn't reply the whole evening to night which SENT ME INTO SPIRAL & it caused me to go batshit crazy and insecure.

that one instance scarred me for good though. because afterwards i sorta started holding some resentment / grudge and just feel like i can't trust him the same to be THERE for me. he doesn't give me that sense of security i needed.

it's like how many times do you want me to repeat myself? why can't he be consistent? am i really asking for too much?

whenever i had my activation/ triggers aka i thought it was PMS (maybe partially PMS), we were discussing things HALF-WAY but he just went to sleep.... when we haven't even reach a conclusion. really makes me feel VERY spiteful. it's one thing to stick to his routine/ to be tired from work and not having to revolve around me and that he is living for himself. it all boils down to emotional maturity. effective communication. at least give a heads-up? if you don't say, you only leave room for people to assume and overthink. you just leave people hanging half-way which isn't nice? i know it's my onus to manage my emotions and i am responsible for how i feel but still i think it is basic courtesy/manners to inform someone...

okay to be fair during the first two times he did try to be THERE.

he asked me if i wanted to meet up to talk but i deactivated and just shut down completely. not replying at all.

but afterwards during the next "PMS" trigger, he just didn't bother to update me he is going to sleep. he just left the convo hanging very well knowing we haven't finished discussing WHICH I HATED.

the next incident was the cold shoulder one. didn't even say GM GN and tell me he has gone to sleep. simply went to sleep without breathing a single word... i think it is quite rude... it gives off the impression i don't matter at all...

just MIA for the whole night , next morning and even lalmost the whole EVENING.

didn't even want to be mature about it and tell me he needed space to think.... it's as simple as just mentioning.... not even asking for essay from him.

i bet that was the time he already felt we are incompatible and that stonewalling incident made him reconsider and lost his feelings/ aka chase/ new relationship energy / sparks. because i was no longer as ideal/ perfect. the novelty wore off. it became too high maintenance/ ses for him to keep up. it became too difficult to keep this connection going. i wasn't as easy going and was smothering and suffocating him. he no longer felt happy. there are too many conflicts ongoing.

-> how many times do i have to repeat my hurt?

THEN

2. came the unofficial ending of things from the asking of meet-up frequency. in which i had to FOLLOW UP with him myself because he didn't bother giving me an official/ direct answer...

3. him taking ANOTHER ONE WHOLE WEEK to reply to my closure message....

hurt people hurt people.

FACTS ONLY.

all these intentional ignoring. not communicating, blocking me out.... not viewing my IGS even....

emotional damage is irreversible and has been done.

me stone walling, protest behaviour, passive aggressiveness. basically all sorts of toxic behaviours surfaced when I am triggered and in the situation itself. all these realisations wouldn't have dawned on me if i didn't step out of it and take a step back to re-evaluate.

4. him LOSING feelings

this is legit heart wrenching to the core... in a way it's on him not me but it still makes me feel shitty i can't keep someone interested.

5. him being UNSURE ABOUT US in the long term. not sure what to think about us in the long term when i was willing to choose him and accept him as he is.

6. me having to make excuses for him. his behaviours…. him not wanting to go out of his way to send me home even when we only meet once a week... he always asks if i want him to do something. but some things don't require consent. it'd be better a statement. if he wanted to he would lah. he ask if i want him to i would defo say no right...

7. don’t forget the feeling he made you feel when he didn't bother to coax you on that faithful sat

[jxmdndn]

Original story was by ffnet user SuperSonicPizzaDelivery, who later deactivated, this is just a reupload by me, complete with all author’s notes and just a straight copy, chapters are marked with comments, I do NOT own the story.  Enjoy :)

CHAPTER NINE: The Salt in the Breeze

Back at Sonic and Tails's house, the two tailed fox kit had just gone to bed after all the excitement and surprise of the afternoon, while the Professor stayed awake. The two of them were exhausted; they had prepped the samples taken from Sonic for observation and recorded primary measurements of cell counts, HP levels, and concentration of artificial Dark Gaia in the substances. The fox had analyzed the evidence very thoroughly, as though this were common procedure for him, but by the end of it he met the limitations of his body. He was still young, after all.

The Professor would've very much liked to go to bed too, as the night was already half over, but was kept awake by a constant ache in his head.That boy really is something special, the Professor thought to himself, understanding such complicated procedures at his age. Brilliance like that only comes once or twice in a generation. Perhaps, if I could gain his trust after all of this is over, I could hire him as a research assistant. He walked back into the basement lab, holding a rail as he descended the stairs. But then again, I may not be worth his trust.

Professor Crudele switched on the television to see Doctor Eggman come into view. "Hello, Professor," the Doctor sneered, his mustache not even fitting in the frame.

"Doctor," the Professor replied sternly. "The subject has begun to search for the Chaos Emeralds, but he has a device attached to him that tracks his location."

The Doctor frowned. "One of those gadgets the child made, I suppose. His mechanical skill begins to rival my own. Getting through security will be tough."

"He has it on password, Doctor. You need not worry."

"Ah yes. What is the password?"

"West Island, all one word."

The Doctor suddenly became nostalgic. "Ah yes, I remember it well. It was where they met, wasn't it? Can't quite recall why I was there, though."

"Perhaps to ruin some innocent lives with your robotosizer."

Doctor Eggman scowled. "You're certainly in no position to lecture me, Professor, no matter how you look at it."

The thin pale man cast his gaze on the floor. After a moment, he stammered, "W-well in any case, I attempted to keep them from running any tests on him that would indicate the serum's true nature, but the boy insisted on taking cursory samples."

"What kind of samples?" the Doctor inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"Mostly harmless. Saliva, fur. I made sure to take full responsibility for monitoring the blood sample, as it is the only one that would arise any kind of suspicion."

Eggman laughed. "Oh, it is good work. Remember, Professor; you will keep me posted on any developments that occur, or you will receive the consequences."

With that note, the television blinked into black. The Professor raised his hand to feel the scar on the back of his head. "I doubt I will soon forget."

The smell of salt from the ocean breeze was the first indicator to Sonic that he was approaching Apotos. It's all starting to come back to me. This was where it began all those years ago. The werehog gazed into the distance and saw a windmill. It must've doubled as a lighthouse in the nighttime, as he saw a flickering light blue glow coming from its center. Apotos did border the sea, after all, so passing ships probably needed guidance towards the shore. Well, I guess that's technically not true. I was on Eggman's spaceship when I first turned into the werehog. But this is where I wound up after I fell from the sky.

"You're getting even slower than usual, faker."

Sonic turned his head to see Shadow staring at him. He had done his best to ignore the black hedgehog, but it was difficult to do so for a number of reasons, the reminded Sonic of his condition in a very evident way; though they were running side by side, Shadow was visibly holding back on his run. He was barely even jogging, really. Though there were definitely things about the werehog form that Sonic could use, it was his speed that he missed more than anything, so having Shadow be a constant reminder of the change didn't sit well with the hero at all.

Of course, that didn't even get into Sonic's anxieties about what Shadow thought about him like this. He furiously tried to push them aside, but the nagging feeling was still there. I never cared what Shadow thought about me before, he pondered, so why do I care so much now? Granted, I never was a werehog in front of him, but somehow I think it runs deeper than that...

But being Sonic, he pretended everything was just fine on the outside. He flashed a toothy grin as he replied, "Just enjoying the view, Shadow. 'Course you probably can't see in the dark very well, so it's kind of lost on you."

The black hedgehog merely scoffed at this. "Please. You forgot I have genetic material from Black Doom. I would think that a creature from deep space would provide me the ability to see in the dark rather well."

Hmmm, he has even more than meets the eye. Shadow, for all of his brooding and antisocial behavior, seemed normal enough that at times even Sonic forgot where he came from. Sonic wondered what else Shadow could do that hadn't been shared before, but he knew better than to ask.

"Then you can see the windmill up ahead, right?"

"Even if I didn't see the structure, I would've seen the flashes."

"I bet you we can stay there for the night. Or what's left of it, anyway."

The black hedgehog bristled. "You're not usually one for breaking into places that aren't Doctor Eggman's. Why the windmill?"

"If there's a light on there, it means that most likely it's hollow on the inside to allow for people to make repairs and change the frequency of the light. They might even have a bed or two in there. It's a public place, so it's not like we're crashing someone's house, and we won't be in any trouble unless we mess with the lights or make a scene."

Shadow nodded. "That actually displayed elements of intelligence. I'm somewhat impressed," he said flatly.

Sonic chuckled. "You don't sound it, though."

Shadow grunted, then pointed forward. "We're almost there," he remarked, ignoring Sonic's comment. "It can't be more than two hundred meters away from here."

Surely enough, they were getting close enough that the two of them could see the bricks lining the side of the windmill, and they could see the blades turning slowly. The wind wasn't strong that night, which Sonic was thankful for; when he was a hedgehog, a little wind couldn't effect him in the slightest, but bumbling as he was in his werehog form, a strong enough gust could make him lose balance or struggle to keep up speed. "So here it is, after all this time. Man, it seems like ages since I saw the windmills here for the first time." He slowed down, approaching the windmill.

Shadow glanced at the werehog, a curious expression crossing his face. "You have a history with this place?"

Smiling with nostalgia, Sonic putting his hand (er, paw) on the structure's stone. "I'm not entirely sure- after all there are a lot of windmills- but I think this is where I met Chip for the first time."

He could see the confused expression on the Ultimate Lifeform's face. Whoops, he laughed at himself, I guess Shadow really doesn't know much about what happened. "Chip," he explained before the black hedgehog could ask, "was actually Light Gaia, though we didn't realize it until the world was almost entirely put back together."

Shadow seemed started. "So there's a Light Gaia too?"

"Yeah. What made you think there wouldn't be?"

"I don't know, it just seems like all of these monsters and robots we go against like to give themselves extravagent names. After all, it's not like there's a White Doom out there, or an Order."

Sonic scratched his head. "An Order?"

"For Chaos," the black hedgehog said, lifting his palm to reach his head, as if baffled by stupidity.

"Oh. Well, regardless, Dark Gaia and Light Gaia have strength in the night and day, respectively. Dark Gaia is supposed to destroy the world, and Light Gaia rebuild it."

Shadow's eyes widened. "Did you kill this... Dark Gaia being?"

Sonic couldn't help it; he burst out laughing. "Oh no, there's no way to kill something like that. It's a primordial force, near God like, actually. The only reason I was able to calm him down was because I was Super Sonic AND had Light Gaia's help. He's back asleep now, along with Chip." Shadow paused for a moment, while Sonic felt around the wall. "Now where is that door..."

"But if they're near Godlike, how did you not realize who Light Gaia was?" Shadow inquired, joining Sonic in feeling the wall.

"They woke up prematurely. Eggman being stupid again. Dark Gaia couldn't hold up its own weight and scattered into pieces, infecting everyone. Chip was just tiny. They won't be fully grown for a few more millennia, so the world is safe for now." Suddenly, Sonic paused in his search. "I almost want to wake them up again. If anyone, Chip would know what to do right now. But I'm not about to risk the world over my own... body issues."

Soon he heard a jiggle, then the black hedgehog swearing under his breath. "I found the door, but it's locked, and since it's made out of stone, I can't knock it down."

The werehog sighed, then, suddenly angry wound up his thick arm like a baseball pitcher about to throw a fast ball. After taking a deep breath, he yelled as the arm snapped forward, stretching out as it smashed through the wall. Rubble flew everywhere, and when the dust finally cleared, there was a gaping hole in the side of the building. He panted as he calmed down, wondering where the urge to do that had come from, when the black hedgehog walked towards the hold in the door. "I know that you're strong, but try not to mess with the structural integrity of the place."

Sonic shook his head, not knowing what came over him, but didn't respond as he struggled through the hole. His arms made it a real chore, their girth even wider than that of his torso, until he pushed himself through, crumbling the wall even further in the process. Damn, he thought, thinking Shadow might be right about the issues of structural integrity, but continued inside the building anyway. He and Shadow climbed a ladder that was in the center of the windmill, as there was a complete absence of anything else in the building. "We're going to look for a bed, or a cot, or something along those lines, and then we're going to sleep through whatever's left of the night."

Bright red crept up on Sonic's face. "We're... sh-sharing a bed?"

If Sonic had looked closely enough, he probably would've seen Shadow's eyes quickly widen and his pupils contract. "N-n-no," he stammered, unlike himself, "You get the bed. You've only had, what, three hours of sleep over the last three days? I'm the Ultimate Lifeform. I don't technically need sleep. But if there's more than one, I certainly could indulge in some sleep myself."

"Oh. That makes sense, I guess," the werehog replied. That's a relief, he thought somewhat reluctantly. Sleeping in the same bed as Shadow would be completely awkward and probably mess up this whole trip.

So why do I kind of want to?

He didn't have much time alone to his thoughts before Shadow yelled, "The Chaos Emerald!"

Surprised, the werehog stretched his arms to arrive at the top with Shadow faster. Sure enough, there were no beds, or cots, or even mechanical lights. However, there was the aqua Chaos Emerald, flickering its inner glow on and off, as if in excitement to see them.

 

CHAPTER TEN: An Aqua Emerald to Conquer Fear

((In case you couldn't tell already, this here fanfiction is going to be LONG. I've written drafts through chapter fifteen and I'm nowhere near close to done. So don't get worried if it takes a few more chapters for subtext to become, well, text. Trust me, when it happens, it happens with a bang.))

If Sonic had any common sense at all, he would've thought this was all too easy for Sonic. As it was, he simply smiled at his good fortune. First, the yellow one was at his house, and now the second emerald is just lying here, completely unguarded. He stifled a laugh. It almost sounded too good to be true.

Probably because it was.

"Are we lucky or what, Shads? At this rate, I'll be back to normal in no time!" The blue hero grinned and made a thumbs up with his left paw.

Of course, his black companion only responded with his signature scowl. "I'm not sure if I like this. It feels like a setup."

Rolling his eyes, Sonic groaned. "Lighten up. Look," he said, walking over to the lighthouse, "this place has obviously not been entered in a long time. I'm not setting off any traps. And..." he said as he stretched out his arm and knocked on the podium holding up the Emerald, "the actual article isn't acting strange in the slightest. So why worry?"

Shadow still looked concerned, but simply shrugged. The werehog walked towards the podium, but after a few steps, he heard a creaking sound underneath him. When he was within a meter, the creaks turned into cracks, and the small pitter patter of rocks hitting the floor. "I hope that's not what I think it is," the black hedgehog worried. Then, there came a loud cracking sound, and the windmill started to shift.

"Oh no!" Sonic yelled out, "the building is falling apart!" The dull rumbling grew louder underneath them.

"This is what happens when you make giant holes in the structure without thinking! Not to mention throwing all that weight around. You aren't exactly tiny in this form," he heard Shadow yell.

"Well forgive me for thinking stone would be more solid! Plus I can't help the size of my body!"

"You still have to know how to use it! Honestly, how idiotic can you be?"

Sonic was about to answer him when the windmill suddenly started to fall seaward. In a panic, he stretched his arm towards the borders of the open window, clinging on to dear life. It was no secret that the hero was deathly afraid of water. Call it too many encounters with Eggman's purple liquid, call it never learning to properly swim, but he was terrified of the stuff. And if he didn't grab on in time, he would fall a long way into the largest body of water on earth.

He looked to the side and saw Shadow desperately trying to keep upright against the movement of the building. Shadow can handle himself, he tried justifying to himself, no use letting go, he'll be just fine. He's the Ultimate Lifeform, there's no way he could possibly...

At that moment, the building hit a ninety degree angle, and even the genetically engineered super hedgehog couldn't stand parallel. The black hedgehog started to fall, his eyes opening wide with surprise. And though he was definitely scared of even the most remote possibility of falling in the water, what was even worse to him was the thought of Shadow falling, possibly hitting jagged rocks or drowning. Letting go was simply a risk he had to take.

"Shadow!" Sonic called out, stretching his arm out to meet the black hedgehog midfall, catching him like he was a baby bird falling from a tree. Shadow at first seemed alarmed, but slowly was put at ease, gripping tightly to the giant hand. The windmill gave a final lurch, and the building was at last still, with the two dangling over the ocean. The two paused a moment before realizing it was the end of the movement.

Sonic was about to breath a sigh of relief when he heard a panicked Shadow yell, "The Chaos Emerald!" The werehog looked up and gasped as he saw the aqua Chaos Emerald slide off of its place in the podium and fall through the window. Shadow attempted to catch it, but unlike the werehog, his arms couldn't stretch, and the Emerald only lightly grazed his fingers before plummeting into the ocean, a small splash rippling out from the hitting point.

"There's nothing we can do about it right now. Let me just pull you up." Sonic began to lift Shadow towards the windmill, but he stopped when he felt a stirring in his arms. "Oh no, not now," he said aloud, looking at the horizon. "Did we really spend that much time getting here? How is it almost sunrise already?" Shadow's eyes opened wide, feeling the hero's arms shake, as the light of a brand new day peaked over the horizon.

Purple puffs of smoke began to surround him as the pain started again. The muscles began to twitch and writhe in anticipation. "Just hold on, Sonic," Shadow yelled over the screams, "No matter how much it hurts, just hold on. Can you do that?"

"I'll...try..." Sonic spoke through the pain, his arms contracting and narrowing. His fur retracted into the skin, and his claws rescinded into his hands. "I don't know if I can do it, Shadow, but I'll try!" he screamed. Even his bones grew smaller, and with the muscles smaller as they were clinging to the wall took every ounce of his comparatively diminished strength. A great wave of pain shook through the werehog's body, and the wisps of purple smoke grew thick around him, hurting his eyes. "Shadow...I'm sorry...I just... I can't..." He let out one last big howl. The transformation ended when, somehow, Sonic's gloves reappeared, but when the once again blue hero's vision was cleared of the purple smoke, he saw that one of the gloved hands was empty. Fearing the worst, the hero looked down to see a black ball with occasional streaks of red, growing smaller and smaller, until it vanished in the water.

When the black hedgehog felt himself literally slip through his companion's fingers, he braced himself for the impact. A giant splash erupted from the point of contact, and the ocean felt as cold as ice, eliciting shivers down the black hedgehog's body. Damn it, he thought, I can't swim well at all, and I'm too deep in the water to reach the surface in time. He scowled, tiny bubbles of air slipping through his teeth. It wasn't Sonic's fault for letting go, he reminded himself; with that kind of pain, it was a surprise he held on for as long as he did. But intentions, at this point, didn't matter; Shadow was losing air fast, and drowning was, in fact, one of the ways he could die. I can't breathe. Sonic, you let go. The black hedgehog drifted in the water. You said you wouldn't.

A glint of light out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Is that... He turned to face the light, and when his vision came to focus, he saw that it was a Chaos Emerald.That's it! If I can reach that Emerald, I can Chaos Control out of here! The more he thought about it, the better an idea it seemed. Not only could I save my life, but if I got that Emerald, then we wouldn't have to go back for it. We might still have a chance of getting all the Chaos Emeralds in time. We could still save Sonic!

Taking as big of strokes as he could, Shadow fought against his buoyancy, going into the depths of the ocean. I have to reach it. It's been sinking longer than me, but I'm heavier. That should weigh it out. Right? He pushed himself deeper and deeper into the water, the currents fighting him every step of the way. And I'm supposed to have the most effective muscle structure in the universe. I may not be able to swim well, but I should be strong enough to get myself down there.

But his muscles grew more and more fatigued, the hopelessness of his situation dawned on him. Who am I kidding? I can't fight the tides. This is it. It's over. The black hedgehog laughed to himself. What a pathetic way to die. No bullet or disease can touch me, but once I'm in the water, it's useless. Clenching his fists, he looked up at the surface. If I am to die now, he thought, I will die with dignity. I'm sorry, Sonic. I couldn't save you after all.

Suddenly, he heard a disturbance in the water, and white bubbles blurred his vision. What the... He turned his head to look, and suddenly grew angry when he saw what broke the water. Though his sight was blurred by the water, he could clearly see a small cobalt ball sinking in the ocean. Sonic, you idiot! Why would you come in after me?Shadow couldn't swim very well, but at least he could do the basics. His blue companion was obviously out of his element, letting all of his air out almost immediately and flailing in panic, as though he just realized where he was. Damn it, Sonic, the black hedgehog thought, paddling up to him. Now we're both going to die. When he grabbed onto the blue hedgehog, Sonic stopped writhing in the water, clinging to Shadow. The extra weight helped him go through the water faster, but the black hedgehog couldn't help but pause for a moment. He's so warm...

Snapping out of his stupor, he kicked his legs hard, letting the two of them sink quickly in the water. He grinned when the Emerald was once more within reach. We may just make it after all, he realized. Glancing at the now unconscious blue hedgehog, he gripped more tightly, their wet fur intermingling. Though this isn't the way he intended to help, he realized, Sonic did, in a way, just save my life. He adjusted his grip on the blue hedgehog to hold him with only hand, and with the other he grabbed the aqua Chaos Emerald. With the last of his held breath, he made a muffled cry through the water.

"Chaos Control!"

A light surrounded the two, and within moments a pulsing energy surrounded them, taking them back to the shore by the now overturned windmill. Sonic suddenly coughed and screamed, waking from his unconciousness. "Never, never again! Oh God! That was awful!"

Shadow silently was glad that Sonic was okay, but the reaction struck a nerve with him. "Why on earth did you go in the water if you knew you would end up like this?"

"I did it to save you, you idiot!"

Shadow froze. But he's terrified of water! He won't even go in a kiddie pool. His face flushed. I can't believe he did something like that to save me. "S-Sonic, I-"

"I saw you fall in the water, and I didn't know what to do. I couldn't just let you drown, could I? I don't want to live a life without-"

Sonic suddenly stopped, getting a hold of his senses. "But you don't really get it. I wasn't screaming because I was scared of the water."

Shadow was dying to hear what Sonic was really going to say, but he recovered from the emotional moment with a small huff. "Oh really? Then why were you screaming? I see no other explanation"

The blue hedgehog wheezed, straightening himself up. "I don't know why, I don't know how, and I don't understand it but... Shadow, when you induced Chaos Control, and we came up here... it hurt!"

 

 

CHAPTER ELEVEN: The Conspiracy

"What do you mean, it hurt?" Shadow was confused by this whole turn of events. Normally, Chaos Control felt like a huge energy rush, like the entire universe flowed through you all at once. But it was an exciting feeling, not a painful one... until now, that is.

"I don't know, it felt like my entire body was burning up! What do you think caused this?"

Shadow grunted. "What else? It's probably something to do with this whole Dark Gaia business. Did you ever use Chaos Control the last time this happened to you?"

His companion gripped his arm. "No. Back then, the emeralds didn't work at all. When the world fell out of balance, they lost their power. Besides," he smirked, "even if they were working, I prefer to go places by foot."

"Hmmm." Shadow crossed his arms, processing this information. "Perhaps the fox boy will know something about this."

Sonic snapped his fingers at the suggestion. "Tails! Why didn't I think of it before?" He brought out the communicator, and after pressing a few buttons, the screen came to life. Two tails were swaying back and forth, blocking the view of the basement lab. "Hey buddy! Got a minute?"

Looking up from his current project, the fox suddenly bore a large smile. "Sonic! You're okay!" he said, almost squealing in excitement.

"For the most part."

"You're alive!"

"That I am."

"And you're all wet."

"Ugh, don't remind me. It's a bit of a long story, but Shads and I went to Apotos because we-"

Cutting him off, Shadow cleared his throat and glared angrily at Sonic, making his feelings toward the idle chit chat very clear. Sonic seemed to get the message.

"Oh, right. Have you done much research on the artificial Dark Gaia?"

The fox kit's expression suddenly grew serious. "Right. Professor Crudele and I are doing our best with the samples we have. He's monitoring the blood samples and I'm monitoring the fur and saliva samples."

"You're watching my spit?" Sonic asked, but then Shadow snatched the communicator out of his hands.

"Tell me everything you know about Dark Gaia and how it interacts with Chaos Energy," he yelled, short on patience.

Startled, the fox boy jumped in his seat. "Okay, okay, I'll look. But most of that is under the Professor's notes. I'd have to ask him."

The boy backed away from the desk and walked off screen, and from the sound of it he had initiated an argument with the Professor. The two hedgehogs waited around a few minutes, but after it was clear that whatever they were doing was going to take a while, Sonic spoke up.

"You didn't have to be so rough on him."

Shadow grunted. "This is important. We don't have time for blabbering on about nothing."

"The kid is thirteen!"

"And when I was thirteen, I had to deal with a lot worse that being talked to roughly. Frankly, he has too."

The blue hedgehog raised an eye ridge. "And what do you mean by that?"

Shadow sighed. "Sonic, Tails has been following you around since he was a small child, correct? And in that time, how many times has his life been in danger by association, because of the Doctor or a monster or even myself? Don't you ever think about how fast that makes a kid grow up?"

Sonic looked at the ground. "I don't like to think about that. It's true, the way I live isn't exactly the best nurturing environment. But in a way, it's the only way I know. It's how I grew up, but unlike Tails, I didn't have anyone like a big brother to keep me safe." The blue hedgehog laughed to himself. "You're right in a way, Shadow; Tails is very mature for his age, and he has to deal with a lot from me. But I still want him to feel like a kid while he still can."

Shadow didn't reply to that. He never had much of a childhood on the ARK. When he was created, he was already given the mind of a mature adult, though his body was that of a child. There was little time for games or horseplay on a military colony. Most of the time, he was being tested for disease resilience, or strength, or endurance, or something else that invariably required him to run on a treadmill with a needle stuck in his arm. But at the end of the day, when he would go to Maria's room and read books or just talk, everything felt right. She was like a sister to him, and she cared about him more than anyone else did.

She even died for him.

I wonder is Maria felt the same about me that Sonic feels about Tails.

His reminiscing was interrupted by a burst of static, and the two tailed fox came back on the screen, a slightly annoyed scowl adorning his face.

"Apparently, the Professor's notes on the matter are in Shamar, where the old lab was. The Tornado is almost fixed, but it'll still take me a few days to get there."

Shadow was not pleased. "And you aren't able to tell anything from what you have on hand?"

Tails stammered. "W-well no. Not without a Chaos Emerald, and we don't have time for you to make a detour to do those kinds of tests. And I don't know why you're even asking about this still."

Sonic took back the communicator. "We did a Chaos Control, and it hurt. It's a bit worrisome."

Tails' eyes opened wide. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, and that's why we want to know what's going on here!"

The young fox shook his head. "I can understand that, and I'll get to Shamar as soon as I can. But in the meantime," he said, pushing a few buttoms, minimizing his face on the screen and showing the two hedgehogs a world map, "I've found the location of the next Chaos Emerald."

Shadow looked closely. "It's in the Arctic."

Tails nodded. "That's right. It's in an abandoned base of Eggman's, called White Acropolis, just outside of Holoska. He designed it years ago for some kind of scheme, but I guess it fell through."

Putting his fist in his hand, Sonic grew determined. "Alright. Shadow and I will go to the Doctor's ice cave, and you get ready to go to the lab and get the data."

Tails flashed a thumbs up. "Okay. I'll get on it. You be careful, Sonic."

"Always am." The device blinked twice, then shut off. The black hedgehog looked at his blue companion and took the communicator back. "We should get running so we can make it there before nightfall."

"Agreed. But first," the blue hedgehog said with a grin, "have you ever had a Chocolate Chipped Sundae Supreme?"

After the unexpected call from Sonic and Shadow, Tails slid out of his chair, walking up the stairs. "Crudele," he yelled as he reached the top, "can you do today's observations for my samples too? I need to get this plane up and running as soon as possible."

The Professor plastered on a fake grin. "I can do that, Miles. Just focus on what you need to do."

When he heard the door to the basement close, the Professor dropped his act, allowing his smile to turn to a grimace and to rub his forehead in frustration. He hit four buttons on the screen, and Doctor Eggman's face appeared. "Why are you bothering me now, Professor?" the Doctor questioned threateningly. The roughness of his words made the Professor unthinkingly reach up to the scar on the back of his head. "Oh don't worry, Professor," the Doctor said, "A minor inconvenience such as this is not a big enough offense to resort to using the chip."

The Professor sighed. "But not telling you what's going on would be."

A glint appeared in the Doctor's eye. "Oh, and what would that be?"

"Sonic has begun to suspect the opposition of Dark Gaia to Chaos Energy, and is requesting more information on the matter. I sent the fox boy on a wild goose chase to Shamar. He's going to my old lab."

Eggman paused a moment, stroking his mustache. "Ah, yes. The Shamar lab. Well, I may send a bomb over anyway. Destroy any evidence that may be left."

The Professor winced. He had spent the last four years in that lab, after the university had abandoned him. He couldn't even count the hours he spent laboring over one sample or another, waiting for some breakthrough. It almost seemed like a second home to him. But he was in no position to argue. "Yes... I understand."

"Anything else to report?"

The Professor withdrew the blood sample from the desk and laid it out on the table. "Obviously, I've been fabricating the data that the fox boy sees. But the artificial Dark Gaia is multiplying, as we originally expected."

"So its properties as a virus are beginning to show?"

"Only in the blood sample. Even if you did not inject him with the second shot, Sonic would most likely struggle keeping his present demeanor under the sheer amount of Darkness within. Not enough to be purely evil, but enough to give up heroics."

Doctor Eggman clapped his hands like a gleeful child with a new toy. "Excellent! So even if my plan should somehow fail, I at least wouldn't have to worry about his interference."

"And should it succeed?"

"Isn't it obvious, Professor?" the Doctor replied with an evil laugh, "his heart will be consumed by evil, and he will become the ultimate weapon in my world conquest! Hoo hoo hoo! I can see it now! The Eggman Empire!"

The Professor sighed. "Yes, Doctor."

"Now continue with your duties. I have other things to attend to."

The screen flickered off once more and the Professor buried his head in his hands. One mistake all those years ago, and now I'm aiding a mad man in search for world domination. This is my cursed fate. I disrespected the sanctity of innocent life once, and now it will taint me for the rest of my existance. The Professor put the blood sample back away and began observations on the fur and saliva samples, completely unaware of a golden tail just barely poking out from behind the wall, one that had been there the whole time.

 

 

CHAPTER TWELVE: Fur Like a Blanket

((Or the alternate title, "Yes, there is a kiss in this one, finally. Let the readers rejoice."))

After a full day of running, the sun was just about to set when Sonic and Shadow reached Holoska. "These guys have seen me in my Werehog form," Sonic informed Shadow, "so they won't get freaked out when they see me like that."

The black hedgehog didn't respond. When Sonic had suggested, along the way, that the two spend the night in the village, he originally said no. But they were both tired, and even if the base was empty, who knows how much security there would be there? They both needed to be in top condition.

But when Sonic, who was about to transform, sent Shadow ahead to look at where they would spend the night, he began to worry. A kindly woman let him into an igloo, and he noted two things; the lack of heat and the single mat for the two to sleep on. Is this some kind of sick joke? he thought in his head. Is he trying to mess with my head?Sure, in his idle moments, when he daydreamed, he thought about the possibility of the two sharing a bed. But that was under a very different context, and the thoughts were mostly involuntary. After all, nothing like that could actually happen.

Still, when the now large and furry werehog entered the igloo, Shadow couldn't help but blush. "Why is there only one bed, Sonic?" he asked accusingly, worried that his flushing face would show even in the darkness. The kindly woman winked at the two of them before leaving. Damn it all.

The blue hedgehog stirred ever so slightly, but quickly regained his composure. "I just thought that the body heat could help you cope with the cold. I mean, I have thick fur at night, but you don't. I thought I could help keep you warm."

"Well I am just fine! Part of the design of the Ultimate Lifeform is to handle extreme temperatures. But I guess you didn't think that far ahead. You never think ahead!"

Sonic stood for a moment, a look of slight hurt creeping on his face as he replied, "I'm sorry, Shadow. I guess I didn't. But this is where we are for the night, so we might as well make the most of it."

Shadow looked at the mat. It was barely big enough for the two of them, especially with Sonic being as big as he was. "I guess the body heat would make it easier to sleep..." he muttered, halfway hoping Sonic wouldn't hear him. So it wasn't about anything like that, he realized, he just wanted me to be warm. He stepped towards the mat and laid down towards the edge, facing inward. I guess that was considerate of him to think of me like that. But when Sonic laid down, his chest fur lightly rubbing up against Shadow's face and his giant arm draping over him like a comforter, a sudden panic crept up on him. How am I supposed to sleep with him so close to me? He looked down. And what if my body does something embarrassing? I won't be able to hide how I feel anymore. The thought was genuinely scary. How would he be able to trust me knowing I felt that way about him?

But when he looked up again to see the werehog's sleeping face, his anxieties seemed to melt away. He went to sleep quickly, Shadow thought. I guess he really was tired. How long had he gone without sleeping? Sonic's muzzle let out deep breaths, and the warm air grazed the top of Shadow's quills. His fur really was warm, like being covered in a down blanket, and Shadow felt completely at ease, wishing he could stay like this forever. If this is all I can get, then I will be happy. I'll make the most of this moment, and I will be content.

It wasn't long before he drifted into dreamless, blissful sleep.

Tails, meanwhile, worried about what he had stumbled into. He only wanted to get a hammer that he had forgotten in the basement, but when he heard the Professor and a voice that sounded like Eggman talking, he couldn't help but listen in. At first, he had thought that the Professor was finally showing his true colors; after all, he had hurt Morbians like himself before, so what was to stop him from doing it again? But much as he would've liked to ignore it, from the sadness in the Professor's voice, Tails could tell that he really didn't want to help Eggman. In addition to that, the Doctor had said something about a chip, and the Professor willingly agreed to his own lab being destroyed. Tails didn't trust Professor Crudele as far as he could throw him, but the whole dealing seemed... forced.

But what to do about it? Tails still had to fix the Tornado, and a trip to Shamar would help keep up appearances. But why was he so desperate to help Professor Crudele?

Because if it were you, you would want to benefit of the doubt. And if Eggman is doing something to him, then you should help him.

Tails returned up the stairs and walked to the phone on the wall. He pulled it off of it's receiver and dialed a number, one he hadn't called for a long time. The phone rang for a minute or two before he finally heard a masculine voice on the other hand.

"Why, Tails, this is a surprise. I wasn't expecting to hear from you."

"I know you weren't, Professor Pickle. But I have a minor emergency. Do you think you can meet me in Shamar?"

He heard a small laugh over the phone. "I can be there in three days time. Cucumber sandwiches in tow."

Several hours later, Sonic was awoken by the pain of transformation to his smaller form. It never got much easier to feel his entire being contract, but at least he better knew what to expect. He panted and wheezed as he recovered, but then he glanced at Shadow, who was still fast asleep. The poor guy hadn't slept for even longer than I had, Sonic bemused to himself. He may be the Ultimate Lifeform, but even he should get a good night's sleep every once in a while.

Sonic took out the communicator. The signal is so close to here, and Shadow said that the base was empty. I could just do a quick run, grab it, and be back here in less then an hour. Wouldn't even have to wake him up... Shadow had seemed mad at him last night, and Sonic wanted to prove to him that he was responsible, that he could be considerate. That settles it. I'm going. Then when he wakes up, we can get going to the next one, and we can leave last night's awkwardness behind us.

The blue hedgehog stood up, then looked down at Shadow's sleeping form. Suddenly, an overwhelming urge came over him. I wonder... since he won't know anyway... if I could...this may be my only chance to... And so, he bent over, and he lightly kissed Shadow. The black hedgehog let out a sharp breath, but didn't wake. A small laugh escaped Sonic's mouth, so quiet that nobody but he could hear it. I guess I'm not enough of a Prince to wake up the Sleeping Beauty, huh? He smiled sadly, rising up, his lips still tingling with the secret kiss. I've been a hero of the Arabian Nights, and I've been King Arthur in the Tales of Camelot, but I guess the one thing I'm not meant to be is a lover. Stealing one last glance at the sleeping black hedgehog, Sonic let himself enjoy one more moment before bolting out the door and up the frozen tundra.

Sonic's shoes were originally designed years ago to limit traction as much as possible to keep him from slowing down. On a normal day, it was a great asset; it allowed him to reach high speeds much more quickly than he otherwise could, and Sonic was nothing if not fast. But on an icy hill, covered in slick snow, the lack of friction was much more worrisome. Shadow's shoes would come in handy right about now, Sonic thought, all that Chaos Energy he uses would just melt the ice right down. I'd be on rocks. And if there was a big ball of ice, he would Chaos Blast the thing right out of the way. But he quickly shoved the thought out of his head. Shadow's not here, Sonic. And besides, you're almost at the coordinates for the Emerald.

The snow covered hills were arcing forward, and Sonic could see giant grey walls coming over the top. I'm here, he thought to himself. And it looks like there's no security here after all, he notices, seeing the fragments of robots and broken searchlights adorning the landscape. So finding this Emerald should be a piece of cake!

He walked into the fortress, glancing from side to side, looking for the slightest glimmer of light. The snow reflected the light, and it nearly blinded the him. But after walking closer to the main building, he saw it; a red Chaos Emerald, lying inside a broken searchlight just outside the door. Jackpot, he thought to himself, smiling as he approached the shimmering red light. Now all I have to do it grab it and...

Upon touching the Chaos Emerald, his hand felt like it was lit on fire. He let out a loud yelp, not expecting the burst of pain. What is this? Even touching the Chaos Emerald hurts? What's going on?

But he couldn't think long. He heard a rumbling from up the mountain, and slow started to barrel down the mountain. "Avalanche!" he cried out, quickly scooping up the Emerald in the communicator and running inside the building. Let's hope this place will hold up under all the snow, he worried. Standing near the doorway, he saw the snow pile up as the rumble turned into a roar, nearly deafening as snow pounded against metal. Please end soon, he prayed to no one in particular. Just please make it end.

And it did. After the rumbling died down to an occasional pitter patter, Sonic breathed a sigh of relief. "Now to get out of here," he said, adjusting his gloves. He took a running start at the snow, but was greeted by what felt like a wall when he hit it. Falling backwards, Sonic grimaced as he saw only a small dent in the snow. I'm trapped in here, he thought, and what's worse, if I ever get out, Shadow is going to kill me.

((Okay, so the kiss wasn't terrifically good. A quick peck, really. But there'll be more later. Trust me.))

[topconfessions]

Thank you for taking time and reading my confessions. I really appreciate it!

Yes, I guess we couldn't agree more with each other.

On a positive note, I just talked to her and learned she actually only deactivated her account, phew. She said she deleted so I would not bother her anymore :D. She is back in business in her ig and vino.p has not liked any of her posts since the comeback neither has she.

I understand her pov, I may have influenced her in a bad way by telling scary stories of fandoms.

I hope I was able to bring some insight on top. I never expected this to happen , but at the same time,it gave me hope that he could actually have interaction with real and good people. Why would he keep on coming back to her account otherwise? Maybe it made him smile. That's all I could ask for.

But like yourself, I am kinda done. If her ever breaks free and does his thing, I will be back to support him. But now, I just don't see or understand the point of anything.

Once again, thank you for taking time. You are precious.

Much love,

The most annoying work colleague ever :D

No problem at all.

TOP does not realise he is breeding this rabid behavior, enabling it and solidifying it through his own actions as well. If he were to loosen up and take the chance with slowly talking to the followers as people and speaking more on a realistic conversation level, stop posting as if he will be gunned down if he even remotely posts normal things with non celebrity / industry friends. I'm just saying. There is a clear 100% reason the fans treat Taeyang differently than they treat TOP. Nobody can argue with me on this period. You / your mutual her treated the way you allow yourselves to be treated. We have two different perspectives on this. I personally believe he just really liked her stuff and it was nothing more than that for a while. This could have been resolved better if he didn't have any crippling anxieties himself

Yes you somewhat did rattle her and it wasn't the smartest decision to introduce someone like her to someone like him and kpop in general. Some people and subject matters don't mix even if they share common interests. She wont understand and probably never will. It's okay. It's one of those situations where you either have the immense patience and open mindedness or you'll only understand if you were there from the beginning, which she wasn't. Hence how doesn't get that it IS possible to be an idol and be esteemed like this. He utilities his resources and money to get into these fields.

But it's all really sad. A good potential internet friendship tanked. Sad. He could have sent her a DM testing the waters but it's that complex risk of him possibly thinking she'll react like a mega fan or be overwhelmed that HE messaged her when in reality like you conveyed he's kind of a random guy to her. So that's the most frustrating thing about TOP and a majority of idols in general to me. They are so out of reach and keep themselves out of reach. I'm sorry i know we live in the age of mental health coddling but the average person who has their ish together wouldn't over complicate this if they're going to keep this pattern up knowing the interaction would gain traction.

Anyways he's stuck for now and it's sad. Just very sad. Wish them both the best. You're not a bad co worker. You just shared a little interesting person to her who matched her interest who she couldn't handle and he in turn wasn't ever ready to take the leap with.

Hence why I did not relent against trolls who were originally upset at me and turned it into a death threat brawl over me making an error about one of his posts bringing mark up (mega run on sentence forgive me lmao) I don't regret any of it cause this story you've shared just shows that real interaction is hard and easier said than done. We can't tell others how to Stan or how to feel but for the very rare minority such as yourself, it's best to wait to see what is next when he takes the leap and begins to really take those risks.

A shame though.

[destination-despairing]

"Chester? Marie?" Matsui ran to the stage in a panic. 

He'd been hiding in the bathroom like he did every night at closing time when he heard some commotion, like something heavy being moved. "Did you guys see Lucky? Where's Lucky?"

The dog and ferret had no answers for him. They just blinked and looked side to side. 

Matsui ran off towards the backroom, but Lucky wasn't in maintenance either. 

When he heard people voices he gasped and ducked behind a trash can to hide.

"Sorry to see the old cat go, but he was a piece of junk," one said. 

"Hard to believe he used to be the mascot of the place. Well, more merch for Chester I guess," said the other.

Matsui waited until the front door had opened and closed again before leaving his hiding spot.

"Lucky?" He nervously fidgeted with his hands before running to the back door.

He had to make himself he patient as he deactivated the alarm, using a step stool and the sticky note with the code that was stick to the wall. Then he ran outside to the dumpsters.

"Lucky!" He cried out in dismay.

They'd tossed the animatronic outside by the dumpster, awaiting pickup from the heavy movers they'd hired to take him to the dump. With little ceremony or care, Lucky had simply been thrown out with the trash, and was sitting at an odd angle.

"I can fix it!" Matsui sniffled, wiping at his nose with his sleeve. "I can fix you!" 

He struggled to push Lucky over, trying to get to the access panel on his back, but he was too heavy to move. Eventually he had to give up, exhausted and crying from the anxiety of not being able to fix him in time for the grown ups to come and see that he was okay, that he could still do his floor show.

He lay down, curling up on Lucky's chest and gently pulling his arm down around him so he had some cover from the rain, and could get the hug he really needed right now.

"You're my best pal," he said helplessly, hoping somehow it would make Lucky come to life and say it back.

But the cat just stared upwards with lifeless eyes, mouth hanging slightly agape, body stiff and motionless.

Matsui buried his face against Lucky's chest and cried himself to sleep.

He woke up to the sound of a truck.

"Kid, it's okay, you gotta let us do our job," the garbage man said. "They'll get a new one, right?"

"He's my pal!" Matsui insisted, struggling to try and get past the arms blocking his way as the other two workers loaded Lucky up into the truck.

"Where's your mom, kiddo?" The police officer the garbage men had called when they found the scrawny kid in the trash, crouched down and tried to get some answers from the distraught child.

Matsui just shook his head, making frustrated and terrified sounds as he reached for the departing truck. "Lucky!"

"Gonna have to get child protective services on this…" the cop sighed. "My partner says it looks like the kid's been living here for weeks."

"Damn…" the garbage man took it like a champ as Matsui started pounding his little fists against his chest. "No wonder he's so worked up. Must have been so lonely."

Matsui ducked and ran from the two adults, trying to follow the truck, but it was too late.

It was already gone, and the police officer soon caught up and got him into the car.

"You like pizza, kid?" 

Matsui looked away, stifling sobs as the cop tried to offer him some food. 

"Come on, you'll feel better when you eat something." The officer set the paper plate in Matsui's lap. "Can you tell me your address? Your name?"

Matsui just bit his lip and silently blamed himself.

@lordbitchboy drew my self indulgent "I'm hyperfixating on FNAF and DR at the same time ultimate animatronic engineer OC" and I'm so happy look at him!!!!!! 🥺