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abominationvault · 3 months ago

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Session 52: Sat 21 Sep 2024

Last week, we fought an Irnakurse and won, barely. Oh that’s right - we found a pub and Nadia got shitfaced. Then she found a key…

No Luna and Sprocket this week, they’re in Macclesfield, but Skabb and Jorg’ath are back yay! Baby Skabb is having a bad week, so Skabb and Jorg’ath are as well. Dragon Age Veilguard? We don’t want to because it’s going to be hot garbage, but we basically have to. Laura Bailey is in it, so. The DM wishes Matthew Mercer would go away. Just for like, six months or so.

Skabb and Jorg’ath join us in the laboratory; Skabb takes one look at Hartvig and wonders if he’s been trying to date again. Nadia finds some doors to the south and starts drunkenly stuffing the key into the keyhole to see if it fits. It doesn’t. It isn’t locked though. She stands aside to let Jorg’ath kick it in; he smashes it with his head. There’s something in there! Nadia is in no state to be diplomatic and Jorg’ath isn’t much for polite conversation at the best of times so we stand side and let Hartvig have a look. It looks like a demon, we’ve seen one before:

We close the doors for a minute and do some healing. Skabb splats some mud on Hartvig and Nadia. We fling the doors open again and go down the corridor, to see if it’ll talk to us or attack. It sees him, and a voice in his head tells him to “Get out of here! The tavern’s back that way, you have no business here.”

Jorg’ath refuses and steps forwards.

“That’s close enough,” the Zebub says.

“Where is Jafaki,” Nadia shouts from the back, but she doesn’t speak celestial or infernal so it won’t speak to her. Perception check - 17. It might be the drink, but she swears she sees his face tighten. Are we working for him, it asks? “Yeah,” Nadia shouts.

“… Follow me.”

He leads us down the corridor and tells us he will announce us.

Were we supposed to kill him…? Yeah, something to do with Chuffcum. Well the turn order appears so it looks like we’re in trouble either way.

The doors open and we see this…

… That's not Jafaki. This guy probably hates Jafaki. And now he thinks we work for him...

The barbazu approaches first. (Hartvig: “Look at us, funnelled into a little killbox!”) It slashes at Jorg’ath with his glaive (miss) and his magic beard (hit). 13 piercing damage, and a Fortitude save? 23. He saves. From what, we don’t know.

Skabb is next, but she’s AFK so Jorg’ath goes. 33 hits for 15 slashing damage, nice. 18 missesHeroPoint12. Lastly he would like to “grapple his bad self. Ooh! Actually! No! Wait! Actually…” He uses his lightning tongue to try and disarm him instead. 27 to the Barbie’s 18, yay! Its grip on its glaive is weakened.

Skabb does a Slashing Gust, 29 to hit against Barbie and Fly Guy. Both take 8 slashing damage. Then Clinging Ice against Beardy: Reflex save 22, it rolls a 21! Full damage, 6 Cold. Nice. Grabby gets her own move, but there’s not much she can do so she flies up to the ceiling.

Hartvig is next. “… Okay, fine.” He does Needle Darts but it misses, and then a Heal.

Nadia recalls knowledge - 5. She gets a crit with a tanglefoot bag with her crossbow, though! 30 damage and 3 persistent Bleed damage.

The zebub summons a spider swarm behind us. Hartvig: “You - stop it!” It bites Hartvig twice. (Skabb, salivating: “I just want to eat them.”) They bite at all of us forcing Reflex saves, but we all manage to dodge out of the way.

Another zebub appears in front of Nadia and attacks her with its mandibles, doing 12 piercing and 5 evil damage. Yuck. Another bites at Skabb. “No thank you, I do the biting around here.” 28 hits, for 8 piercing and 3 evil and a Fortitude save - 24.

The Barbie Dimension Doors out, the coward.

Jorg’ath goes further into the room, feeling something bubbling away in his little tummy, and does a big lizard-sick!

The first and second Zebub make the save and take half damage, and the third fails. 6d6 - 25! (12 for the halfsies.) Jorg’ath gets a Hero Point for using his fancy new ability.

Skabb has an identity crisis, because she thought she was the gross one in the party. She doesn’t take kindly to being bitten so she does it back - 20 misses. Hero Point! This is important to her pride. 18. Now she isn’t the grossest OR the bitiest. She is very sad. She casts Breathe Fire, making eye contact with Jorg’ath the entire time. The zebub green-saves. “Is that the one I didn’t bite, as well?” It is. The other takes half damage. Skabb sinks to the floor in a proper grump.

Hartvig finds himself in a cloud of spiders. Should he waste time squishing them, or…? It would be beneficial to get rid of them. He could swat at them with his staff…? He does Needle Darts instead, hoping to needle-snipe them out of the air. 22 - Howdydoodis! He does finger pistols, and snipes them all out of the air, and they disappear. (Skabb slumps even further to the ground. Now she doesn’t even get to eat spiders after the fight.) Hartvig puts his shield up.

Nadia stabs one with her bayonet, but misses her second attack. 9 damage, not too bad.

Skabb's zebub attacks her, and she aces her Fortitude save. Mandibles again - 24 to hit, does. 8 piercing and 3 evil. Third bite! “Oh, you’re shitting me.” It misses horribly though. “I’m on fourteen hit points so bear that in mind, you meanie.”

19 misses Nadia, and it Dimension Doors away. Another one flanks someone, possibly Nadia but it’s behind me so I can't see. It’s gone up to Hartvig. “Stop it!” he shouts and flaps at it. 33 misses him. “I need a bigger shield.” He fails his Fortitude save. He does not know what the effect of this is, however…

Jorg’ath’s go, and he comes back up toward the door and "cuts him, real good". 28 hits, and does 11 slashing and some acid. “How is he smellin’? Is he doing bad?” He doesn’t want it to hurt Skabb so he hits it again - howdydoodis! Stabs it with the sword, brings it to the ground and sort of… wibbles the sword around. “I got you buddy!” he says to Skabb in broken goblin. (Hartvig: “What’s goblin sound like, is it mainly screams and smells?”)

Skabb wants to parkour off Jorg’ath’s face and plant a big slightly slug-scented kiss on his cheek as she goes - 19 Acrobatics. Not the most elegant, but it works. She’s got the red mist and isn’t thinking straight so she bites the zebub, misses, Hero Points for a 26! “Yum?” “Yeah that hits!” “YAY!”

Hartvig turns to see the one behind him. “Eurgh! Oh I hate it.” He doesn’t want to waste spell slots so he Needle Darts it right in its belly but 20 misses. Hero Point - 22? Hits! Howdy doodis! “I'm gonna burst the little fucker. Splat!”

We win!

Before we do anything else the DM tells us they weren’t carrying anything so it won’t be worth picking through the remains unless Skabb wants a snack. She decides she’s not hungry. Hartvig has a look at the torture implements in here. Perception check: 13. It might be because he’s still stupefied, but one of the shields looks quite shiny. He can’t figure out what’s rubbish and what’s worth taking. He compares the shield he’s found to his old one.

Stupefied as she also still is, Nadia can tell Hartvig he’s found a cold iron shield, standard grade. It’s effective against fey and some other creatures, and he could use the metal for his Needle Darts spell!

Skabb finds not one but two +1 glaives. Jorg’ath takes one. There are also some flasks I think? And some kukri, a bloodletting one. She can’t use it, but we could sell it or keep it for Luna. There are some runes in it. Let’s keep it for Luna. Skabb wipes some blood on it and pops it into her bag.

Hartvig busts out a Level 3 Heal for Skabb - 3d8+24! Which brings her back up to 53 of 54. He does a Level 2 on himself. Skabb does a mud plaster on Nadia. Green 32! As she’s an Expert, she can roll 4d8+10!

Jorg’ath does a Heal on himself, healing himself back to his full 108 hp. Nadia wonders about the Evil damage - that’s healing up alright, yes? Yes it is. And what about Hartvig’s failed save? That’s fine too, yes? He feels no effects. Hmm. That sounds like DM for "Go ahead. Forget about that. See what happens."

We mooch around checking for stuff. Hartvig collects some of the small torture implements. He finds one that’s sort of pear-shaped. There are all sorts of needles and pincers and stuff. It’s covered in some kind of blood. Skabbins prances around pressing her nasty little hands against the walls, looking for secret doors, but finds only maggots - she is delighted!

Nadia and Jorg’ath find some doors and Jorg’ath opens one and finds this…

Nadia, immediately: "Shutthedoorshutthedoorshutthedoor!!!!"

It’s an enormous snake-like creature, that looks to be made of bits of other creatures. One of the heads seems to be a drider. The DM gives us a 'hard no' to trying to tackle this while we’re down two members, so we creep away. The room it is in is the arena floor.

We can draw on the map, but there’s a three-dick rule - three dicks and we get our drawing privileges taken away. (Skabb: “[Jorg’ath]’s not satisfied until he’s had four.”) Skabb draws the creature on the floor in the corridor outside the room so that when we come back here we will know where it is.

We turn back along the corridor, and Jorg’ath finds the pub. We could ask in there about the big bugger?

There is another corridor to the north - Jorg’ath goes to investigate. He boots the door open in his usual subtle-as-a-brick manner, to see some yellow viscous muck drip down onto the floor. Skabb taffy! It’s killin’ time. He also sees our chains that we dangled down from the layer above!

Skabb: “Is that the stuff you get around a pork pie?”

The jellies go first. 33 to hit Jorg’ath - “That does in fact hit me.” They do acid damage - his scales hiss and fizz, but it has no effect on his armour. It also makes a grab for him. Fortitude save - 23 to its 29. It pulls him into itself, Constricting him… Another Fortitude save, 30 this time so he only takes half damage.

It slops forward and hits Nadia, and grapples her as well, but hasn’t absorbed her yet. She tries to escape but doesn’t make the DC.

Hartvig: “Ohhhhhh… I raise my shield.” He doesn’t really, but there is something new he could try…? He does Whispers of Weakness:

It doesn’t have weaknesses, so he learns its immunities instead: acid, crits, electricity, mental, piercing, I can’t keep up. A lot of stuff. Slashing? Precision, Unconscious, and Visual. Even from magical weapons. It’s weakest save is Reflex, however. Oh, good, that'll help.

Hartvig casts Spiritual Armament, and flings a facsimile of his staff at the first jelly - 19 hits! 9 damage, and he can sustain it every turn. It’s bludgeoning damage so it takes all of it. Nice.

Little Skabbins has a question. If she hits the jelly will it hurt Jorg’ath? He’s not engulfed yet so no. She does Blazing Dive and positions herself so she can get both of them. 22 hits and they take the fire and bludgeoning damage! Skabb wins TWO HERO POINTS, and Hartvig gets one as well, both for choosing damage types it’s not immune to. With one action left she uses her focus spell - this only hits one creature so she targets the one holding Jorg’ath.

Grabby gets an independent move, but uses it to fly to the ceiling again.

Is Jorg’ath still bound? Yes he is. He makes an attempt to un-grapple himself. He fails, but goes for a tail whip - 19 hits for 8 bludgeoning damage. It also takes the poison damage!

Nadia is able to do bludgeoning damage with her guns so she switches the crossbow for Alkonost, and fires away - two hits, one would be a crit but it’s immune.

Hartvig lets loose his Spiritual Armament - 12 hits, as does 20, the 3 misses. 13 bludgeoning total, very nice.

The one holding Jorg’ath reaches out for Skabb - 34 is a big old critical hit. 40 bludgeoning and 8 acid. She’s not quite having a lie down yet but she’s not far off. Fortitude save - 27 to its 22! It fails to grab her. It constricts twice, dealing some damage to Jorg’ath. Fortitude is right in his wheel house - one failure and one success. 18 damage total to him. “Thanks!”

The second one moves to try and grab Grabby, and as the ceilings are lower in here it very well might. It hits her, and she takes 17 damage. Fortitude save, as it tries to grapple her - 16 to its 25, and it has her grabbed. It uses its last action to squish Nadia and Grabby Cat, and they both fail and take 6 damage each.

Skabb casts a spell, first of all: Hydraulic Push. 18 hits! 22 damage, nice nice. She drinks a potion for her last action. She’s got a wand…? She uses that instead, as it’ll heal her more. 2d8, 14. “Oooh, yum!” Grabby uses her action to try and escape - 20 to its 30. DM: “You should have rolled a critical success.”

Jorg’ath goes next. “I’m not gonna free myself, I’m just gonna beat him with my tail some more.” He does an Intimidating Strike! Unfortunately it’s a mental effect, and the jelly is immune. Jorg’ath: “... This guy fucking sucks.” 25 hits with the tail for 9 bludgeoning and 4 poison. 19 hits for 8 more bludgeoning and 4 poison, 16 also hits for 9 bludgeoning and 4 more poison.

The jelly batters the goblin again - 19 misses. She cackles. It constricts Jorg’ath twice - two Fortitude saves. 33 saves! He takes 3 from that and ten from the fail.

The second one slorps down the corridor and smashes Hartvig - but it misses. “I hate it! Stop it!” 15 also misses, and now it has no actions left to squish Nadia or Grabby!

Nadia reloads, shoots for a bunch of damage, and tries to wiggle free but can’t quite manage it even with a Hero Point.

Hartvig unleashes Spiritual Armament again, but misses a couple of times. Booh. He Hero Points the second attack - 19! 13 damage yay!

Skabbins casts Scatter Scree, but manages to roll appalling damage - 5 total, on 4d4. Grabby makes another escape attempt but the jelly rolls really well. The DM apologises, because Grabby goes through enough without being Grappled by jellies.

Jorg’ath whips his tail back and forth: 24, 24 to hit, and it’s looking raggedy. 22 to hit for 9 more damage.

The jelly has another go at grabbin’ the goblin, misses, and crushes the lizard instead. He takes 11 from the first crush and 20 from the second. “I… am running out of hit points.”

The other one has another try for Hartvig. Morosely: “Awww, I’ve been grabbed.” 49. “49… Damage?” Yes. He is still alive. Fortitude save: 12 to its 23. It crushes Hartvig, Nadia and Grabby. 7 damage to Hartvig, and he is down. 25 damage to Nadia, and she’s still up. Grabby also goes down.

(Note for next week: Hartvig is no longer curse-bound.)

Nadia reloads, shoots, then reloads - but manages 10 damage.

Death save for Hartvig - 14! One success, and he is stabilised.

Skabb does another Blazing Dive, and kills the jelly holding Jorg’ath! She dives bombs it, and it evaporates into a “hot, icky sauna. Did I find any marrow, please?” (She did not.) The other one crit-fails its save, and takes 36 damage! Then she whips out her wand of Force Barrage and shoots that for 2 Force damage.

Jorg’ath pops out the door, and does his new Dragon’s Rage Breath - 21 damage! The jelly fails the save, quite badly, and takes double damage - howdy doodis! His head spins around Exorcist style and he makes a noise that makes even Skabb feel sick. Final Fantasy Fanfare!

The DM makes us fix Hartvig before we leave. Skabb splats what he hopes is mud on him. "It smells a bit pooey."

The room the jellies were in contained operating tables and rusty equipment. And of course, our chains. Skabb takes a look. If we offered food to any ochre jellies we find in the future, she thinks, they might not attack. The ones here seemed to be being used as sort of garbage disposals. She finds an elaborate key with a four-pronged design, and hangs it around her neck. She also finds a chain shirt, steel shield, 3 daggers, a pick, several caltrops, (Nadia’s!), professional fishing tackle, (Jorg'ath: "That feels like Hartvig’s bag"), a spyglass, 14 pitons, and 30 feet of chain for Hartvig.

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sukirichi · 4 years ago

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true gift

A god like Naoya is about to see how his little mortal is hiding a true gift.

REQUEST. deity au + virgin sacrifice for naoya + reader with worship kink

CONTENT/WARNINGS. virginity loss, naoya isn’t nice, mentions of blood, murder, abduction, praise kink, slight degradation, fingering, overstimulation, slight breeding kink, creampie, orgasm denial, mentions of slavery, face fucking, reader is willingly consenting to pain, reader is a masochist, naoya is a sadist

NOTES. ah...it feels so natural to write naoya...also can someone send me some good erotic hentai panels, yay <3

Today is the day – the one you’ve been prepared for ever since you’ve forced to make acquaintance with the blinding darkness and smell of rust.

What time is it? Is it morning, night...maybe somewhere in the middle?

There’s no telling, not when you’ve been staring at the pitch black darkness for what seems like forever. It’s been too long, so long, that you’ve forgotten what the world looks like. It’s like one day you’re helping your family tend to the farms when rough hands grabbed at you, and you’re shoved in a cold, dark cellar before you could even say good bye.

Oddly enough, the servants – or at least that’s what you assume they are, since they’ve been nothing but tight lipped and inherently obedient to a faceless figure – have taken extreme care of you.

Twice a day, they’d open the cellar, the sound of keys rustling and nearly muted footsteps like music into your ears. The slight sliver of light passing through from the outside is immediately concealed within a split second, a black smooth material wrapped around your eyes before they strip you off. Normally, you’d complain and fight back, but you’ve lost all the will to even defend yourself at this point.

You’ve given up a long time ago, and life’s been a lot more tolerable ever since.

Today isn’t any different. Maybe it was hours ago, two servants had came in to wash away the grime and dirt from your body before you felt something combing through your hair. Then, you felt it. A smooth, cold blade running up and down every inch of your body, rendering you immobile in fear even breathing could cut you open.

It didn’t. If anything, you felt a lot smoother, lighter, and freer.

“Is she bare?” an old, croaky feminine voice echoed in the small room, equally wrinkled hands removing the strap of your bra off before she lathers a rose-scented cream all over your body. “Naoya-sama prefers his slaves hair-free, you know that. Not even stubble is allowed, do you understand? Keep shaving her until she’s spotless.”

Naoya-sama.

So that’s where you were. It all made sense now.

For as long as you could remember, that name’s been spoken with terror, the slight tremble of voices and darkened eyes pooled with fear never absent in the presence of his name. You’ve never seen him, but you know enough to understand that he’s a prominent figure especially in your little village. He’s not human, but he’s not exactly a god either – at least, not one that people would willingly worship.

You’ve heard telltales on how his beauty alone had women dropping to their feet, the malice in those eyes of his enough to make even the strongest warriors stick to his side in fear of what he’s capable of.

He’s as old as time and as strong as the steady flow of the river you and your people have always bathed in. It doesn’t make sense that someone as fearsome as he was is living at the mountains where nothing but quiet, peaceful people rejoiced, but the more you think about it, of course he’d prefer his people submissive, heads always ducked in fear and shaking in terror.

This whole time, you thought you’d been sold off to a neighbouring clan head because your clan didn’t have enough funds to pay for the latest trade.

In a way, you’d feel a lot luckier if the former had happened instead, because there’s really no proper way of making sound of the fact you’re sacrificed to your own deity, Naoya Zen’in, after not completing your offerings to him for ten whole moons.

It’s bad, horribly so, and you should be shaking, should be crying, should be wishing for death instead, so then why are you deferential? You don’t complain when two rough hands pull you from the ground and keep your arms tight in shackles at your lower back, vision still obscured by this cloth as you’re guided somewhere – someplace that all the sacrificed women for your deity are received.

Your feet are sloppy and smacking against the hardwood floor, heart pulsing in your tongue for all the wrong reasons. Faintly, you can smell a rose-scented candle and water splashing, but it doesn’t register until you’re immersed under it.

You gasp, hair flattening onto your skin while you look around blindly, struggling to clutch onto something as your feet keep slipping into the tub.

You’ve never been into a tub before; much less recognize the soft, paper-like objects floating into the water with you. Head swaying side to side until water is sprayed everywhere, a firm hand keeps your head in place just as a pumice stone is scrubbed into your skin. It’s not painful, but the rough scraping sensation feels sensitive from your skin that hasn’t been exposed to normal, breathing air for who knows how long.

“Stop moving,” that same elderly voice commanded, and her assistants, most likely, move quickly into extending your limbs until you’re sprawled out everywhere. “We are to make you perfect, presentable, lavishing in front of our deity himself.”

“B-but —”

“You have no right to speak!” You’re left stunned as your cheek bruises red, lips wet from the water as you pant. The sting on your skin becomes more pronounced, but you dare not speak, opting to keep your lips shut instead. The elderly woman takes notice of your behaviour, humming before she makes you stand up, that same blade swiping down your exposed regions. “You learn fast and submit well. I think we have a worthy sacrifice for tonight.”

“She is gorgeous too, my Lady.”

“She should be,” comes a retort, your jaw clenched as you keep still. She forces your legs further apart until you’re embarrassingly exposed, the rose petals in the water sticking into some corners of your skin. “If she was not, she’d be dead already. It’s her pretty face that’s keeping her alive at this point.”

Everything is a blur after that.

One moment, they’re shaving you, the next you’re thrown from one body to another. They perform all sorts of things – towel drying your hair, exfoliating your skin, plucking your eyebrows to perfection before applying a shimmer to your cheeks and something sticky and glossy to your lips, then finally you feel the warmth of silk robes you could never afford even if you work yourself to death caressing your body.

After that, you’re locked inside a much bigger room, the blindfold falling off your face slowly.

You blink in surprise.

The room isn’t that dark, but dim enough, and your heart beats louder in your chest when you see the size of the room. It’s ten times bigger than your village meeting point, a large tatami bed sat in the middle. From one side, a window is open, allowing you to see the white illumination of the moonlight that looks hauntingly romantic.

Candles are lit on either sides of the room, and your gaze lands on odd whip-like weapons placed proudly on the walls.

Your legs are wobbly as you stand, life just coming back into your unused muscles. Making your way towards it, you reach out to touch this...weapon that’s still somewhat coated with the stench of blood. It’s immaculately clean and the leather is shiny, though it’s clear this has been used for far more gruesome situations before.

I think we have a worthy sacrifice for tonight.

You recoil your hand that’s a breath away from coming into contact with it, terror plaguing deep into your bones as you take a step back.

You’re a sacrifice, an offering, sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice – you’re brought here to die, and your god would kill you himself. Others may have considered it an honour to have died from the mercy of his hands, your oh-so divine lord who’s brought prosperity and wealth into your land, but you turn away, breathing hard as you make a break for the door.

But you never made it.

Your back lands into someone’s chest, a slight gasp falling from your lips before you’re pummelled into the ground, strong hands pinning your arms above your head. Eyes widening, you come face to face with your deity, his fox-eyes lined with dark kohl sharpening his already predatory features, ears pierced with tiny skulls and black dots.

His knee nudges your leg open and you groan, the sound making his eyes dart at you in warning before he smirks upon seeing you make no move to get away from him.

“As I’ve heard,” his deep voice cuts through the eerie silence of the room, the night so mute not even birds or insects cricketed at the presence of your deity’s need to have you for himself. “You are a compliant little lamb sent to the slaughter,” you shiver as his fingers run to caress the side of your face, his free hand undoing the knots that keeps your modesty. Naoya hums deep in his throat when the cloth falls to the sides, revealing perky nipples that pushed closer and closer to his awaiting lips at each heavy breath you took.

“You are stunning,” he praises, using a thumb to graze over the hardened bud. It’s barely a touch, but you’re sensitive, wholly new to this that you whimper. The sound is humiliating and utterly pathetic, your teeth coming down to capture your lips.

This displeases him entirely and Naoya taps your lips open, glaring at your wide, fearful yet aroused gaze. “You do not ever conceal such shameful sounds when I’m above you, do you understand?” You nod shakily, freeing your lip from its confines. Naoya snickers, chest puffing up with pleasure before he leans back to his calves, pushing the rest of your robe to the side until you’re completely exposed to him.

Your breathing grows more laboured when Naoya spreads your legs open, smirking as you whimper at the stretch of having your knees flattened by your sides. Legs placed on top of his knees, your elevated posture gives him more access to your bare pussy, his gaze zeroing in on the gleaming arousal that’s beginning to form on your lips.

“So fucking wet,” he comments, using both his thumbs to pry your pussy apart. You moan at the sensation of him pressing down on a part of you that you don’t know existed, and Naoya laughs, the sound sinister yet erotic. “You’re a virgin.”

It’s not a question – it’s a statement he takes pride in, especially because he knows he’s the chosen one to take something precious away from you.

“I’ve always loved virgins,” Naoya’s hands roam all across your body, slowly, sensually, passionately, the rough, calloused hands running under your legs to hitch them up behind his broad back, to cup your soft ass before he cups your pussy, groaning into your neck when he feels you leak and he’s barely touching you to begin with. It makes his ego swell when your hands wrap around his neck; he hates being touched by mere, lowly mortals like you, but you are undeniably gorgeous and so wanting of him that he allows you just this once. “Always so sensitive – do you want to be good for your deity? Hm?”

“Y-yes!” you cry out, eyes snapping shut when he suddenly inserts a finger in.

The feeling is foreign yet not totally unwelcomed, but you grimace anyway at the slight sting his digits bring. Naoya pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy to coax your arousal to drip further into the sheets like a waterfall, your nails digging into his robes while he watches you with a smirk. He laughs when your eyes widen at the second finger pushing in, thumb rubbing over your clit until your legs tremble around him.

“Virgins are always so gorgeous once they finally learn of pleasure,” he scoffs to himself.

You look at him straight in the eye, mouth falling open while small gasps fall through at the speed he’s pushing into you at.

Something begins to form in your lower bally until your body grows utterly warm, something...something close about to snap when he pulls his fingers out of you, throwing his head back in laughter when you cry for the first time that night.

Naoya stares at the way your gaze darts from his cum-soaked fingers back to your drenched core, brows raised cockily before he stands up, his figure looming over you. “What? Got something to say?” you only whimper in response, closing your legs as you try to provide answers to the brooding confusion punching at the back of your skull.

The sound of faint rustling brings you back to life, your eyes snapping to witness your god undressing himself, the robes falling from his shoulders too wonderfully that the mere sight of him has you clenching around nothing.

Fat cock standing tall and proud, tip red and glistening with pre-cum and a body carved by fellow gods himself, the rumours were right.

He is beautiful, and it’s no lie that his slaves aren’t really slaves to begin with, not when all of them have been so eager to please him, just to have a taste of this divine being that stands before you. Naoya easily reads your face; from the slightly parted lips, thighs rubbing together and hands looming dangerously to your core – you look so needy it’s actually fucking pathetic.

He’s slow in his movements, languid and taking his time because he’s got time and more in this world that he never cares about wasting something he has a plethora of.

Naoya makes himself at home above you again, basking in the way you’re struggling to breathe even without his hands on you. It doesn’t take long before he pushes two of his fingers inside your mouth, clenching his jaw when you open your mouth submissively, innocent eyes blinking up at him as you take your juices into your mouth.

You’re a natural at this, he observes, tongue expertly swirling around his digits until you’ve licked it clean. Naoya pats your cheek affectionately, his own way of applauding you for your work.

Under him, you grow shy and abashed, arms covering your bare breasts because he’s a god, why should he be pleased with you?

Naoya doesn’t give you enough time to think before he’s hauling you upwards, your shoulders shoved back onto the ground. You kneel below him in prayer and he tugs at your hair, forcing you to look at him, or rather his cock that’s slipping past your lips. You gag when he pushes his length all the way inside, the tip of it hitting the back of your throat.

Naoya sighs at finally being taken in – you should be grateful he even fingered you – his hands guiding your head to bob up and down him.

You do well at pleasing him even through the tears, clutching at his thighs while you suck in his length and swirl your tongue around the prominent veins. Naoya watches with hooded eyes as your cheeks hollow just to take his whole length in – and again, you’re a natural – so eager to please him too when you keep pushing and pushing, his cock repeatedly hitting the back of your throat.

His muscles ripple above you while he lets out a long, drawn out groan, nails scratching your scalp. You feel him twitch inside you and that’s when he takes over, snapping his hips ruthlessly until you’re left gagging and sucking his cock helplessly.

Your saliva is dribbling at the edges of your mouth, looking so fucked out and whore-like while he pushes himself to the edge. He doesn’t care that you’re choking and your eyes are zooming out of focus from not being able to breathe. He doesn’t care that you could die from asphyxiation, he doesn’t care because you’re his sacrifice – if you can’t even do this simple thing, then how else could you prove you’re worthy to live?

You know this too because you force yourself to breathe through your nose instead, wanting to show that you are worthy, that you can please and take him however he pleases you to.

Naoya isn’t stupid, he can see what you’re doing and can read your mind even in his lust-driven state. Nothing edges him more than a good, submissive whore. Now that he knows you’re willing to do anything without complaints, Naoya pulls his cock out just seconds away from orgasm, pushing you back into the mat with a grunt.

“You’re so fucking good for me,” he hisses and pushes both your legs to the side, your body bent and pussy left open for him.

Naoya groans as he slides himself inside you. You’re wet enough that he slides in easily, but your virgin cunt is still too tight and new to this that you scream around him, subconsciously clenching around him harder.

“You’d do anything for me, yeah?” he challenges, cupping your face while he rams into you hard, uncaring that your walls are beyond abused and a ring of blood is already coating his cock. This isn’t the first time he’s taken someone’s purity, but this is the first time he’s had someone look gratified that he’s hurting them, fuelling him to fuck harder into you despite the steady stream of tears down your face. “Look at you – so obedient,” he pinches your nipples and rolls them between fingers, growling at the way your pained moan sounds more like an encouragement for him to go harder. “You want to please me so bad you don’t care I’m hurting you? Are you so eager to worship me that you won’t even stop me?”

“N-no, my lord,” you manage through the pain, regulating your breathing as you completely break down in tears. Naoya is hitting a spot deep inside you that makes your insides feel like they’re about to burst, and he takes note of this, pinching your clit just to get you to clamp down on him. “Please – use me however you want – please.”

Naoya smirks, pressing your knees flat on the ground before he hovers above you, forearms planted beside your head. At any other given moment, he prefers to fuck his sacrifices with their face planted on the ground because he can’t bear to see how disgusting they are, but you – you’re so damn beautiful it puts his fellow gods to shame.

Now yours is a face he’d like to keep looking at, so he roughly grabs your cheeks and squeezes them with his fingers, kissing your puckered lips and nipping at them.

You taste heavenly too; his servants did a good job of choosing honey as a gloss. Naoya greedily licks your lips until he’s shoving his tongue inside your mouth the same way his dick is ramming inside your walls, tight, puffy lips wrapped happily around his base.

You’re moaning inside his mouth as he squeezes your breast painfully. Never in your whole life have you thought that pain would feel so good, enticing you to moan louder when the sting finally subsides, replaced with the mind-numbing sensation of his thick length rubbing against every ridge of your walls. Naoya pulls his face away from you, his cum and your saliva sticky on your face and he chuckles, the sound stuttered and breathy, brows drawn together.

He looks down to watch the way you accommodate him; this is by far the tightest and wettest cunt he’s ever fucked – ever will fuck – that he doesn’t think he’ll be satisfied with any random whore’s pussy anymore.

Naoya frowns as anger bubbles up inside him, hatred making his cock swell inside you because how dare you make him wish he won’t take anyone again.

He wants more – want to kill more people, want to fuck more virgins, want to have more blood showering his skin until he’s bathed in glory and gore, but even though you’re the one he’s destroying, he’s slipping on the edge, too lost and hypnotized at the way your tight walls suck him in. Your moans don’t help either; they’re breathy and whiny, so defeated yet so eager to have more that Naoya grips your hips tight enough he might’ve cracked a femur from his godly strength.

Your scream this time is that of pain and loss, grappling on the sheets while white bursts through your eyes. Your orgasm comes crashing down on you overwhelmingly and you fall limp to the sheets, your translucent cum soaking his cock along with the previous blood, but Naoya doesn’t stop.

He keeps slamming into you until you’re mute from oversensitivity, hands cold with sweat and eyes empty while he uses you as his own fuck toy.

He gets there eventually, the room painted with his groans followed by a feral snarl, the rhythm of his thrusts turning sloppy and unbalanced. Naoya stills inside you after burying himself to the hilt, his crotch angrily rubbing at your pelvic bone as he cums. You whimper at the feeling of his warm seed spilling inside you in thick spurts. Naoya pulls out with a slight wince, scoffing at the mess you’ve made on his precious dick, but he’s forced to soften a little when he sees both your cum spilling out your hole in a messy puddle, the liquid coating your ass.

Meek as always, you don’t move a muscle when Naoya spreads your legs open, inching his face close enough to watch the way your pussy stutters and legs tremble in front of him.

You’re absolutely ruined – the puffy lips spread out and hole still pushing out the remnants of his cum. He doesn’t bother pushing them back in, uncaring if he’ll get you pregnant or not because it’s not like matters to him. You are nothing but another body to fuck and dispose of under the river once he’s satisfied with you, but he surprises both you and him when Naoya suddenly pushes two fingers inside of you, his eyes dark as he insists on keeping his seed right where they should be nurtured.

Now that he’s sure that will make your belly grow and provide him with a half-mortal heir, Naoya retrieves his robes and walks out the room, the slamming of the door shut similar to an impending doom of an imminent death.

But not yours.

You’ve fulfilled your duty as the death curse bearer of your clan; the greatest and most formidable weapon they’ve been carving to perfection the moment you’re born. The cracks in your bones and bruises on your body immediately heal as you turn to your side, chanting under your breath a hushed whisper of the words of your ancestors who’ve perfectly planned the death of the Zen’in God who’s made his people suffer for thousands of years.

They would be proud of you.

And as a body crashes outside the door followed by the frantic screams of his confused servants, you smile to yourself, falling into a deep sleep upon using your true gift.

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grailfinders · 3 years ago

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Fate and Phantasms #207

Today on Fate and Phantasms, we're making one of the great teachers of heroes and presumably the only babysitter in ancient Greece, Chiron! He's an Arcane Archer some seriously long-range shots, and a Peace Cleric to teach his students right from wrong. Honestly yeah I'm surprised Chiron and Artemis have the same subclasses too.

Check out his build breakdown below the cut, or his character sheet over here!

Next up: He's a self made man!

Race and Background

Chiron's a Centaur, so that's another point for weird races you wouldn't think we'd fit in here. I know his first two ascensions look like a human, but it's hard growing a horse butt later. Centaurs are a bit weirder than the other races. They have 40 feet as a walking speed, and they technically don't count as humanoid, since they're Fey instead. I'm sure that'll drive the cultist who tries to use your blood to summon a demon bonkers later. Anyway, they can Charge by moving 30' in a straight line and attacking, letting them make another unarmed attack as a bonus action. You make that unarmed attack with your Hooves, so your unarmed strikes deal 1d4 bludgeoning damage instead of 1. You also have an Equine Build, so your carrying capacity is doubled at the cost of climbing being five times as slow for you. You also get proficiency with Medicine right off the bat, which is nice.

The closest thing DND has to a teacher background is the Sage, which gives you proficiency with Arcana and History. Yay, more subjects to teach!

Ability Scores

Chiron's a bit all over the place, so forgive me, but we've gotta go point buy for this one. Roll if you want to, just make sure you roll well. Wisdom will be your highest stat at 15. You're a teacher, teachers are wise. Also, it's your main casting modifier. After that, your Dexterity and Intelligence are tied at 14. Your arrows use both of those, and again, teacher. Your Strength and Constitution are going to be lower than I'd like, at only 10. Turns out making a build that requires three good stats means the others aren't spectacular. You do lose to Achilles in that pankration match, so it's probably fine for the character. Finally, dump Charisma. Nobody's really friends with their teacher, and you're everyone's teacher.

Class Levels

Fighter 1: We got enough mental stuff from the startup, so we'll start with fighter for the more physical proficiencies. You get Strength and Constitution saves, as well as Athletics and Acrobatics. Centaurs might be unwieldy, but you do some sick flips when you have two legs. Starting off as a fighter also gets you a Fighting Style, and of course we're going with Archery for a +2 to ranged attacks. The archer class really is made up of archers after all. Finally, you get a Second Wind, for a bit of healing as a bonus action. Self care is smart. You're smart, so you practice self care.

Fighter 2: Second level fighters can use their Action Surge once per short rest for a second action in a turn. Attack again, dash again, whatever. Killing everyone who stands in your way is also smart. You're smart, so yada yada yada, you get it.

Fighter 3: Third level fighters get their martial specialty, and as an Arcane Archer your archery skills are just a bit better than everyone else. You learn Arcane Archer Lore, which means proficiency in Nature and the Druidcraft spell for your trouble. Why they coded this class to be so druidic but still force you to use intelligence is beyond me, but maybe your DM will be kinder. What do you use your intelligence for, you might be asking? Why, your Arcane Shots, of course! Twice per short rest, and once per turn, you can infuse an arrow with one kind of arcane energy, giving it all sorts of fancy effects. A Piercing Arrow pumps up your arm power, making the arrow strong enough to bore straight through creatures for 30'. Every creature it hits needs to make a dexterity save (DC 8 plus your intelligence modifier plus your proficiency) or they take the arrow's damage plus an extra 1d6 piercing damage. Alternatively, you can fire off the real reason we're here: a Seeking Arrow. As long as you've seen the creature in the last minute, they're still in range, and there's a possible path your arrow can go, you can force them to make a dexterity save. If they fail, they take an extra 1d6 force damage and you learn where they are. If they succeed on either Arcane Shot save they take half the damage, and they don't deal with any extra effects.

Fighter 4: Use your first Ability Score Improvement to bump up your Dexterity for a better AC and better normal arrows. Fancy arrows are nice, but consistency is key.

Fighter 5: Before we hop over to cleric, we wanted to stay here long enough to grab an Extra Attack. Attacking more often, that's smart.

Cleric 1: First level clerics can cast and prepare spells using their Wisdom. For cantrips, Guidance lets you quickly tutor one of your students in pretty much any topic, adding 1d4 to their next ability check. Spare the Dying spares the dying, stabilizing creatures at 0 HP, and Mending lets you fix up small tears in things. Do you have any idea how hard it must be to find centaur shaped clothes? Keep those things looking good. You also get first level spells, including the freebies Heroism and Sanctuary. Any spells involving healing or protection from poison are good picks, but you can also grab the spell Bless for group projects, giving several creatures 1d4 once per turn for an attack or saving throw. Also, pick up Inflict Wounds. Your unarmed attacks aren't going to be that good, but at least we can get the same effect with a spell, making a melee attack to deal damage. Also at first level, you can create an Emboldening Bond between a number of creatures equal to your proficiency bonus. As long as they're within 30' of another bonded creature, they can add a d4 to an attack roll, check, or save once per turn. You can do this proficiency times per long rest, and it lasts for 10 minutes. And yes, it does stack with Guidance or Bless.

Cleric 2: At second level, clerics can Channel Divinity once per short rest in one of two ways. Turn Undead is a staple, but those dragontooth warriors are a pain to fight with arrows so any other way to deal with them is appreciated. You can also create a Balm of Peace as an action. During this action, you move your speed without triggering opportunity attacks, and you can heal creatures you get within melee range of by 2d6 plus your wisdom modifier. There are many benefits to being a centaur, and extra healing range is just one of them.

Cleric 3: Third level clerics get second level spells. Your freebies are Aid and Warding Bond, but the big draw here is Enhance Ability, the perfect spell for intense study sessions. For up to an hour, one creature you touch gets advantage on one kind of check. If you choose Strength, their carrying capacity is also doubled. If you choose Constitution, they gain temporary HP. If you choose Dexterity, they don't take falling damage if they fall less than 20 feet. You can also use Lesser Restoration to heal diseases, poisons, or some status effects.

Cleric 4: Use this ASI to bump up your Intelligence for more accurate magical shots. Accuracy is kind of your deal, y'know? You can also Toll the Dead for a bit of necrotic damage normally, or even more if the target's already hurt. Just because you're a teacher doesn't mean all your lessons have to be nice.

Cleric 5: Fifth level clerics can Destroy Undead of CR 1/2 or lower if they fail the turn undead save. You also get third level spells like Beacon of Hope and Sending.

Fighter 6: Bouncing back to fighter real quick grabs another ASI, so use this one to turn into a Sharpshooter. You can take a -5 penalty on your attack to add 10 to the damage of ranged weapons. You can also attack at long range without disadvantage, and ignore all but full cover. Again, accuracy. Big deal for you.

Fighter 7: By this point you're probably fighting some big deal enemies, and Magic Arrow is there to help you. Your arrows are now magical for overcoming resistances, so you can fight devils no problem. You also learn how to make Curving Shots, so even when you miss, you don't. Use your bonus action to curve the shot towards another target, making another attack against them instead. Speak of shots, you can now poison your arrows, turning it into an Enfeebling arrow. The target takes an extra 2d6 necrotic damage regardless, but if they fail a constitution save, their attacks also deal half damage for a round.

Cleric 6: At sixth level, clerics can channel divinity twice per short rest. You can also turn that emboldening bond into a Protective Bond. When a bonded creature takes damage, another bonded creature within range can react, teleporting next to the first and taking the damage instead. This is also a great way to get around your awkward horse body- if you need to climb a wall, get one of your two-legged friends to climb up and stub their toe. Boom, instant transportation for the horse.

Cleric 7: Seventh level cleric, fourth level spells. Your freebies are Aura of Purity to completely screw over poison users and Otiluke's Resilient Sphere. There really aren't any spells I want for this level, aside from the obvious healing spells, so just rejoice at the stronger Inflict Wounds.

Cleric 8: Use this ASI to bump up your Intelligence so your magic arrows are just as deadly as your normal ones. Destroy Undead also affects creatures of CR 1 or lower, and your Potent Spellcasting adds your wisdom modifier to your cantrip damage. A nice level all around.

Cleric 9: We stuck around cleric this long for your fifth level spells; Greater Restoration is great for big problems, like petrification, curses, and stat reductions. Rary's Telepathic bond is something most servants should just have in general, tbh. It doesn't get brought up often, but they can just kinda... think at each other. The big reasons we're here are for Holy Weapon and Legend Lore. The former makes your weapon flashier and deadlier, and also it explodes when the spell ends. (That last part isn't super useful for an archer, but it's good to keep in mind. The latter lets you teach a class on just about anything you can name, as long as it's important enough to have legends about it. The more you know about it, the more you'll learn, and given your intelligence and proficiencies I think it's safe to say you'll learn a lot.

Fighter 8: Bouncing back to fighter for one last ASI. Get that Dexterity up for an even better AC and better archery skills. Technically you can wear any armor you'd like, but you're in a toga most of the time so I assume you won't start that now.

Fighter 9: Ninth level fighters are Indomitable, so you can re-roll a failed save once per long rest. Save it for something you should be good at, like dexterity saves or death saves.

Fighter 10: At tenth level, you take a page out of Emiya's book and learn how to overcharge your arrows, turning them into Bursting shots. After you hit your target the arrow explodes, dealing 2d6 Force damage to all creatures within 10' of it. Just because you're the teacher doesn't mean you can't learn.

Fighter 11: Your capstone level is an Extra Attack. Attacking's good, attacking three times is better.

Pros and Cons

Pros:

You have 600 feet of range and are slightly faster than most other characters, which makes fighting you a goddamn nightmare if you've got enough space to move. It also makes running away from you equally nightmarish, especially with your seeking shots. It's your noble phantasm, but better. You can use it twice in one night, it doesn't have to be outside, and you learn the exact position of the idiot you just hit. (As an aside, with Holy weapon up and seeking shot, you can deal 18d8+1d6+1d4+84 (average: 171) damage in one round. There's a reason sharpshooter is so damn scary.

Despite your damage output, you're also pretty good as a Healer, with a little extra mobility from your speed, bonds, and balms, you can get where you're needed when you're needed for a bit of TLC. (That stands for tender loving centaur, of course.)

You're really good at supporting party members in and out of combat, with bless/guidance and emboldening bond stacking up to add 2d4 to an ally's attacks, saves, or checks each turn. Plus you get enhance ability, making their checks even stronger thanks to advantage.

Cons:

This build is MAD as hell, requiring three abilities to work properly. Most of your spells are buffs and healing, so your wisdom doesn't have to be great, but it still eats up the ability points you have available.

This means you don't have a great Constitution, even for an archer. With barely over 100 HP, you'll want to keep your distance from the action. Which means you'll be stuck without your own bond most of them time in combat.

You also have a Low Charisma, so even when you can figure out exactly what an ancient artifact does, good luck getting someone to listen to you. Good thing you're friendly with a certain charming carrot, I guess.

#fate grand order #fgo #DND 5e #D&D #Chiron #Fighter #Cleric

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oftenderweapons · 4 years ago

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Everyday

Pairing: member x reader

Wordcount: 300-400 words each piece

Genre: fluff, smut, slightest angst

Rating: suggested 18+

Small announcement

Unfortunately, I couldn't complete Jin's Love Talk scenario in time, since his conversation with Angel is a lot more difficult to handle and I still have some research to do (a lot of educational BDSM talk Yay! And I want it to be accurate and as precise as possible).

To earn your forgiveness, I will publish a double update next week, with Jin's part published on Thursday 1 am GMT, and Yoongi on Saturday at 3 am GMT. (Please don't judge my night owl lifestyle)

Here are some mixed drabbles (watch out for the text mentioned in Joon’s Love Talk) 😉 Also this is unedited, I’ll grammar check it in the morning. Each drabble is about 300-400 words.

Here is my Masterlist!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: dirty talking, spankings, oral male and female receiving, cum play (pearl necklace), male masturbation, breast worship, mentions of role play, mentions of sex tapes, mentions of subbing and pain kink, mentions of nipple piercing.

Namjoon

-- the morning after Love talk --

Sunday morning felt like a nightmare. He asked himself why, why for fuck’s sake he had left.

You had kissed him, rubbed all over him, pressing your ass on him as you watched the film on the sofa, spooning. WHY!

He grabbed his phone. You were probably still asleep. Unless…? He texted you.

How’s your head? Mine is a mess.

You don’t know how bad it feels to wake up alone. I felt like eating some tiramisu for breakfast and ruin your underwear. Did you touch yourself last night, after I left?

I thought about you, you know. That perfect ass of yours. How much I want to bite it. God, I want to spank you so bad, Vixen. I swear, if I put my hands on you I’m gonna ruin you. You won’t sit for a week. For all that fucking teasing last night. You don’t know how many times I thought about putting my hand under your skirt. Were you even wearing panties, naughty girl? You bent over at dinner and I noticed that there were no lines on that incredible peach of yours… Wanted to push you down against the table, drag your skirt up and just ram into you from behind. But I wanna take my time. Toy around this mind-blowing chemistry with you, until you’re on your knees begging for me to be your daddy and teach you how to do it right for me. At that point I would finger you nice and slow, the way impatient, hungry girls like you can’t handle. I would make you cum so intensely your legs would twitch merely at the thought of me doing it again. And then I would lie down and have you sit on my face. Cute right? I would help you ride my face with my hands cupping your butt, until you’re dripping all over my face. I want you to look down at me like a queen on a motherfucking throne, Vixen. And right after your second orgasm I would make you roll down so I can fuck you missionary, looking at the face you make the first time I slide into you, those pretty doll lips wrapped around the hand I used to make you cum.

I know you must be so tight, little one. I can’t wait to leave angry, purple lovebites on your sexy hipbones and thighs, baby.

Tell me you want that too, little vixen.

After ten minutes of you not answering, he just headed to the shower, in the hope of blowing off some steam.

When he returned he noticed the notification.

My head? No complaints 😉😏

Thank you for the orgasm, daddy. Maybe I could help you with yours now?

Yeah. he was hard again anyway…

Seokjin

-- shortly after the Conversation with Jimin --

Water fell heavily on his back. You were laying in bed, your cute pjs making you look like a princess from a fairy tale.

That princess had your cum all over her chest precisely five days ago.

He pressed his forehead to the tiles. No, a part of him said, but his hand was already there, lingering on his shaft.

She licked it clean. Scooping it up with her fingers. Grinning at you.

He hit his head against the tiles in the hope it would help him stop.

You had your mouth on her panties, you coward? She was so lost she would have told you yes. He thought of your taste. He allowed himself that only once, maybe twice a month. Not because he didn’t like that, but rather because he had probably never done it before. Which seems ridiculous, but apparently his exes weren’t interested in cunnilingus? Was it absurd that he wanted to try with you?

He dragged his hand up and down, angry at himself.

He should just get in the bed and make you scream until even the florist at the end of the street knew who’s fucking you so good.

He thought about your hands tied up, about you cumming just with him ramming into you. He wanted to give it to you so hard you even forgot you had a body. He wanted your pleasure to be one with his. Just like last time.

Not like your previous life was unsatisfactory. But he saw the superior look of bliss, how radiant you had looked the morning after. How easily you had fallen asleep in his arms as he caressed your hair.

“Jinnie, love.” You called from the bedroom.

He didn’t understand what came next, he was lost in bliss, your voice and his imagination making him fall in the deepest pits of pleasure.

Yoongi

-- after date five, art gallery --

Fuuuuck. He fixed his trousers in the elevator headed to his apartment.

Rushing through his door, he almost tripped on his shoes as he took them off hastily. He had promised himself he wouldn’t. Yet again, here he was, sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows propped on his knees. He took off his turtleneck lightning fast, his naked pale chest emerging from the dark cotton that protected him from the chilly spring air. He didn’t actually have enough patience to get rid of his trousers. He let them bunch up at his ankles.

“Kitten.” He whispered shyly, reaching for his hard on. He was so sensitive his hips thrusted up as he gave himself the first stroke.

Those tits. Fuck. Pressed against his back as you explained a picture to him, the tip of your nose running against the curve of his ear.

He had wanted to pin you against the white walls of the gallery, like a work of art, get his head under your cute skirt and nuzzle his face against your mound.

And the ice cream.

He thought he would cum in his pants, with you licking up your ice cream cone, your kittenish licks deviously appropriate to your nickname. And the ice cream dribbling down your hand in thick droplets a couple times. The way you had sucked it clean.

Fuck, fuck!

He laid down on his back and kicked off his pants, hand still busy on his cock. Half delirious, he turned to his belly, thrusting his hips up into his hand, one arm propping him up. “Fuck, kitten, so good.” He nuzzled his face against the sheets, lost in his imagination. “Love, please. ____.” And with your name on his lips he let himself crumble and dissolve. Crashing, exhausted on the bed he took only a couple seconds before emitting an exasperated cry. He had stained the sheets like a teenager.

Three times this week. And it was only Tuesday.

Hoseok

-- a couple days after his Conversation with Taehyung --

“Are you sure you want to keep it? We don’t have to, sweetie.” He reassured you.

“You’ll have to leave soon. I know you get frustrated with phonesex. This could help you.” You combed his hair back and booped his nose.

He hid his face into your neck. “Tell me you’ll see me in Los Angeles. Promise me you’ll come.”

“I promise, puppet.” You held him tighter.

“The guys hate me when you’re not around. They say I get duller.” He whined with a sad voice.

“My poor little puppet.” You fondled him. “And that’s not true Hobi. You’re always lovely.” You started waddling, bringing him from the kitchen to the sofa. Waddling always gets him to laugh.

Indeed, a few seconds later he giggled as you both plopped down on the cushions. He shifted around until he was perfectly curled against you, his head laying on your chest.

“You sure you’re okay with me keeping it?”

“Guard it like your own life, Hobi. You know the risks.” You reminded him.

“Yes, of course. It’s in my personal luggage. Safe. Don’t worry, seriously. Taehyung instructed me. And I’m pretty sure he travels with a whole library of this stuff.”

You cringed and laughed. “At least he can help you, eventually.”

“Your copy is in the pendrive in the bedside table.” He murmured. “It’s only three weeks until LA. It’s not awful. We can do this.” He tried to convince himself.

“Just three weeks. You’ve got enough stuff to last you a month.” You kissed his forehead.

“I love you.” He said, stretching to reach for your lips.

“I love you too, puppet.”

Jimin

-- The morning after your sixth date --

He woke up with an awfully painful erection. Probably because the night before you had teased him endlessly and when he’d come back home he’d been too tired to jerk off.

Pushing up his hips tentatively, he felt the softness of the cotton on his naked body. Turning around he found his spare pillow between his thighs.

Yes, he huffed out, thrusting his hips harshly. He moaned. He started with a punishing rhythm straight away, pushing so hard his whole back arched over and over.

His hand grabbed his own thigh, using his knees and free arm for leverage.

The hand on his leg climbed up to his ass, cupping it, slapping it carefully, gently. He wanted you to do that. Grab his ass as he rammed into you. Manhandle him a little. His hand climbed further up, toying wit his chest.

Shit. He tweaked his nipple, wetting his fingers with his mouth and bringing them back to his pect. His hips stuttered.

He thought of your mouth. Of your sinful red lips, Of the way you always seemed to have the situation under control. Of the way you make him always feel desired.

Were you touching yourself at the thought of him?

Were you as eager as he was? Having wet dreams about him?

He was tired of this frustration. He fucked harder in the pillow, one hand around his neck, the other gripping his ass, his short nails diggin in the flesh.

He could only think that your nails would look prettier. Sink deeper. Hurt more. Make it all sweeter.

Taehyung

— around date three or four —

“That lipstick looks lovely on you, Doll.” He murmured, holding your hand as you strolled down the gallery, a big bucket hat over his eyes. “I think I’ll call you poppy. That’s perfect poppy red. How fitting that opium comes from poppies.”

You looked at him surprised. “Are you saying I’m a drug?”

“I’ve been high on you for the last four days. Since I saw you at the shop. Do you usually strut around in full pin up attire?“ He asked, intertwining your fingers.

“No, not usually. I was just on my way to a theme party. I figured I could just get ready at the shop. I wasn’t expecting you to come around.”

“Theme party... Were you supposed to be the naughty housewife who can’t just get enough of her husband and has an affair with the poolboy?“ He asked, getting close to you enough to bite your earlobe. Oh, the teasing. He was reckless with it.

“Tae.” You reprimanded him. You looked around. The gallery was empty since he knew the owner and he had allowed him to come visit behind closed doors.

“It’s just us, Doll. No worry.“ His arm wrapped around your waist. “I can be your obedient poolboy.“

“Why be the poolboy when you could be my husband, spanking me because I ruined one of his expensive white shirts?” You looked at him mischievously as he cleared his throat. You both stopped in front of a painting. The still nature had a variety of vases with different flowers. Of course poppies were included.

“There they are.” He pointed to the flowers. “And here she is.” His arm wrapped you up, dragging you closer to him, his mouth dipping to yours.

You thought his spell would wear off, but time after time, his kisses taste wilder. Would it ever become too much?

Jungkook

— shortly after Where, when and how —

Jungkook was laying on top of you on the sofa, and god, didn’t it feel nice...

Nuzzling his face against your chest, he let his hand climb under your T-shirt, meeting the elastic band of your sports bra and slipping his fingers underneath, tracing the outline of your pierced nipple.

“Again, baby?” You asked him, who had already reached his destination.

“I love it. I’m sorry.” His face felt ten times hotter on your neck, his blush apparent.

He made to remove his hand, but you locked it there.

“It’s sweet, it’s just that it turns me on a little.” It was your turn to blush.

“If you want I can just let it be. Really. I mean... Unless you want me to... help you out with... that.” He questioned, doubtful.

“Are you asking me if I need to be fucked?” You asked, unceremoniously, with a grin on your face.

“I mean. I wouldn’t oppose if you asked me to.” He kissed your neck sweetly.

You combed his hair with your fingers. He emitted a low whine, especially when you massaged his nape.

“Would you like to try something, Koo?” You were getting an idea.

He seemed to raise his head like a curious bunny. “Mhmh.”

“Remembered when we tried cockwarming?” You asked, ready for mischief.

“Of course.” He replied. Duh.

“What if we did the same here. I mean, if you kept your mouth there, did your thing until I can’t keep my cool?” You suggested.

“Take off this damn shirt right now.” He replied immediately, lifting himself off to allow you to move.

There we go.

#bangtan sonyeondan #bts imagine #bts headcanons #bts scenario #bts smut #hoseok x reader #jimin x reader #jungkook x reader #namjoon x reader #yoongi x reader #jin x reader #teahyung x reader #bts drabbles

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knittingdreams · 4 years ago

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Fireheart - Chapter 16

Here I am, trying to do as I promised and posting this fic more often! Yay!

There’s a masterlist somewhere, but I’m too lazy to look for the link, lol, I’m the worst. Don’t hate me, I love you all! xD

Enjoy your reading! <3

TRIGGER WARNING: Violence. Blood. Ugly things happening :(

CHAPTER 16

Derailing

Cain’s fingers were digging into Celaena’s throat, and her shoulders were tightly pulled back as her wrists were pinned together at her back.

“Now you’ll pay for making me look like a fool,” Xavier’s lips brushed against her ear from behind, making her want to puke. She opened up her mouth to speak, but Cain’s grip tightened, making her gasp for air instead.

“No, little princess, your time for speaking is over, now you listen, and enjoy,” Cain ran a finger through the side of her face, and pushed his thumb against the sore spot over her temple. The blood was dripping down her cheek, her brow split up after Cain’s last punch.

His fingers lingered around the edge of her mask, playing with it. As he pulled from it in one fast motion, bright lights shined behind his back. Cain looked over his shoulder, and Celaena used the distraction to bring both of her knees up to her chest and kicked Cain hard against the stomach. Xavier stammered back, and she fell on top of him, pain shooting up her shoulder as they both hit the floor.

“Hey!” Through the blinding light, a new figure emerged from the street.

Celaena got up and kicked Xavier in the ribs over and over while he laid on the floor. He crawled back against the wall and used it for support to get up when she doubled over, the pain on her side finally unbearable. Before she could recover, Xavier ran past her and out of the alley. The newcomer was wrestling with Cain, a blur of fists and arms dancing in the air only a few feet away.

Celaena rested a hand over the wall and doubled over holding her side. Blood was dripping down again, the floor moving under her feet. She turned, pushing her back against the wall, trying to steady herself. Wait for the brawl to move to the side, and run through the gap, she told herself. When the newcomer pinned Cain against the wall, Celaena ran towards the light, feeling herself move in slow motion, a hand still braced against the wall until she got to the end of the alley. Before she could turn the corner, a pair of hands grabbed her from behind, and she threw her elbow back, hitting something solid.

“Agh, hot damn girl, I’m here to help you.”

She turned around towards the strained voice behind her. “I don’t... need… help.” She wheezed between each word and spat blood onto the concrete as she finished.

“You’re tougher than they give you credit for. Now come on, I have your bag, let’s get you somewhere where I can look at those wounds.” She looked up, and found Fenrys’ onyx eyes looking down at her, his golden hair was all messed up, and there was a small cut to the side of his cheekbone.

“Cain?” Her voice was so small, she mentally scolded herself for it.

“Unconscious,” Fenrys said with a smug smile. “Now, please? Would you let me help you? Not because you need the help, but because I want to help you.”

He had her bag hanging from a shoulder, and a pair of car keys dangling from his hand. His car was parked at the entrance of the alley, the lights still on, illuminating Cain’s body slumped over in the middle of the alleyway. She didn’t have much choice, she had lost too much blood and there was no way she could make it to Arobynn’s place on her own.

As she nodded slowly, Connall jumped out of the passenger seat of the car and opened up the back door for her.

“Thank you brother, better late than never,” Fenrys’ joked.

“Didn’t look like you needed my help, and it wasn’t my fight,” his brother replied nonchalantly.

Celaena dragged herself onto the back seat, blood smudging on the seat.

“I hope you know how to stitch,” she grumbled as Fenrys jumped onto the driver’s seat and closed the door behind him.

“Plenty of experience.” He winked as he looked back at her, and then his expression turned serious. He turned around and backed away from the alley fast, the tires screeching loudly.

“Wait! My bike... Please.”

“Where is it?” Fenrys asked quickly, looking at her over the rearview mirror as he sped forward.

“Three blocks down, the alley to the left.” Her fingers trembled as she pulled the keys out of her bag’s pocket.

“Connall,” Fenrys pointed back with a motion of his head.

Connall reached back for her keys, and she held tight for a second. “Take care of it with your life,” she hissed as Connal yanked the keys out of her hand. Fenrys slammed the breaks, Connall jumped down, and before she could even blink, they were speeding down the street again.

Stay awake, she told herself. Keep your eyes open, don’t trust anybody.

“Honey, keep your eyes open, don’t you dare die in my car!”

She wanted to laugh, to say something snarky or joke about the fact that it’d take so much more than that dickhead to kill her; but her eyelids dropped, turning the world around her into a dark pit of nothingness. Little dots of light danced in front of her lids and her body was yanked backward by the speed of the car accelerating once more. The car was so cold, she shivered.

She could swear she heard Fenrys’ voice as everything dissolved around her. “Fuck. Please don’t.”

***

The pain woke her back up, and Celaena jumped to a crouch on instinct, landing on something soft.

“Woah, fucking hell! Take it easy. Okay, this is good, you’re alive.” Fenrys ran a hand through his brow, wiping the sweat away.

Celaena eased against the wall behind her and looked around the room. She was crouching on a double bed, and Fenrys was sitting on a low stool by her side, a mass of bloody gauze lying on the floor. As he lifted his hands, she saw the needle and thread on his right hand.

“Please, lie back down,” he sounded gentle all of a sudden, so she did; not because he said so, but because the room was spinning around her again. It was a small room, and the light overhead was bright, making her blink repeatedly.

“What?” She groaned and cleared her throat. “What happened?”

“You passed out in the car, you lost too much blood.” He grabbed a bottle of water from a small side table and handed it to her. “Drink, you’ll need plenty of fluids to make up for it unless you want to go to a hospital for a transfusion which I guess-”

“No way.”

“That’s what I thought. You’re stuck with me then.”

“My bike?” Fenrys rolled his eyes and pushed her shoulder gently down.

“In the garage, Connall took care of it. He said you have a nice ride, by the way.”

She leaned back, and Fenrys fixed a lamp closer to her wound. He had cut a piece of her catsuit out, leaving the wound exposed. The cut was clean, and it had stopped bleeding.

“Is it deep?”

“No, just nasty and long, the edges are not clean so it won’t make it an easy suture. What did he cut you with?” He dug the needle in before she could reply, and mumbled a little apology as he did.

“Some kind of blade within a ring, Xavier was wearing it in the arena.”

Fenrys’ eyes snapped up at her, his hand gravitating mid-air. “What? He did that during the tournament? Why the fuck didn’t you say anything?”

“In case you didn’t notice, the crowd was already against me.”

“For fuck’s sake, you were trying to prove a point, weren’t you?”

“Don’t you dare try to teach me a lesson.” She dug her nails in her palm as the needle pierced her side again, and Fenrys shook his head lightly.

“I wouldn’t dare, I get why you’re doing what you’re doing.”

He kept working in silence, closing up the wound and then dressing it with clean gauze. He moved to her face afterward, his fingers moving gently as he cleaned the cut on her brow and patched it up. He looked at her shoulders, making sure her mobility was good enough before heading out of the room and returning with a fresh bottle of water and some pills.

“How come you're so good at this?” Celaena asked as Fenrys stepped back in.

“It’s a long story, but I was in med school for a while, before… well, before my life changed paths.” He shrugged to dismiss the matter and handed her the pills. She looked at them, dubious for a moment. “It’s for the pain. Trust me, darling, I won’t hurt you, I promise I’m on your side,” he took a hand to his chest, his lips curving up in a small smile that she would have considered adorable under other circumstances.

“Why?”

Fenrys sat back on the stool by the side of the bed, and pulled a blanket from her feet, setting it over her legs. He handed her the bottle of water and took a deep breath.

“I… There’s someone I used to know, and you remind me of her for some reason. I wish… I wish I could have helped her, and I didn’t. So,” he looked up and smiled, his confident grin back on his lips. “I’m trying to make up for it, maybe this way I won’t go to Hell.” He stood up, and made his way to the door, half closing it behind him before he stopped, and peeked through the gap. “Try and sleep, please don’t run away. If you need anything, yell, I’ll be sleeping on the couch. Take the pills if you want the pain to go away, don’t take them if you want to feel the pain. I give you my word, they’re not poison. Your bag is on the other side of the bed, on the floor. I didn’t touch it. If you want a change of clothes, just let me know, I’ll find you something. There’s a bathroom in the next door down the hall.”

When he closed the door, Celaena dropped the pills on the table and looked for her phone inside the bag. She had a few missed calls from Sam and a bunch of texts. She replied to the last one, letting him know she won, and that she was off to sleep.

She thought she could hear voices outside of the room, but she was too tired to make up what anyone was saying. Once she closed her eyes, sleep found her fast, and the nightmares with it.

***

When she woke back up, her side felt hot, and her whole body was drenched in sweat. She heard voices outside her room again, and this time she got up slowly, leaning against the bed as she made her way to the door. She lowered the handle as slowly as she could, opening the door an inch without making any noise.

“What were you thinking, Fenrys?” A hushed voice whisper-yelled.

“What was I supposed to do? Leave her there? You know Cain, he’s not just an asshole, you’ve heard the rumors too!” Fenrys was yelling back, sounding flustered.

“I don’t give a damn. We work there, Cain can get us into deep shit if he talks about this!”

“Fucking hell, Rowan, he was going to rape her!” A loud thump made the walls vibrate and Celaena pressed a hand against her mouth.

Silence took over, and tension curled in her gut. She was going to throw up. No, no, she couldn’t throw up. No, no, no.

She inhaled through the nose, and let the air go slowly as she braced both of her hands over the wall. She was about to close the door when she heard Rowan’s voice again, barely a whisper breaking the dreaded silence.

“What do we do now?”

“We look after her until she’s good to go back to wherever she came from. We hide the fact that she’s here from everybody, and we make sure there’s always someone at home. This doesn’t leave this flat, it stays between you, me, and Connall.”

“Is she in your room?” Rowan’s tone was clipped.

“Yes, and it’s fine, it’s not the first time I crash on the couch.”

She heard steps, someone pacing up and down the room at the end of the hall. She tried to imagine what the rest of the apartment looked like, but she couldn’t remember getting in there at all.

“This is insane,” Rowan said after a moment.

“You think I don’t know that? But-”

“Don’t!”

“I couldn’t help Lyria, but I can help this girl-”

“I said, don’t!” Rowan growled, and another loud thump made the windows rattle.

A door slammed, and Celaena closed the bedroom door slowly, sliding back into bed. She wiped the sweat from her brow with a sleeve and thought about getting changed into clean clothes, but she didn’t have the energy for it. She looked at her phone, the battery almost drained. Sam had replied at two in the morning with a simple congratulations. She hoped he had gotten better results than her. She knew nothing new about her aunt, but maybe Sam had got some information from spending the night with Lysandra and Aedion.

Begrudgingly, she took the two pills from the night table and swallowed them. She closed her eyes and heard the door opening up a few minutes later but her eyelids were too heavy, so she didn’t open them.

She imaged her mother’s hand pressing against her forehead as she used to do when she was young and Aelin had a fever.

“Mum,” she mumbled, and her mum’s fingers caressed her brow and tucked the blanket around her. The nightmares stayed away, and instead, Aelin dreamed about a banquet, and two kids happily playing around the table, unaware of the shadows lurking all around them.

#throne of glass fanfiction #tog fanfic #tog fandom #fireheart #chapter sixteen #aelin #celaena #fenrys moonbeam

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xoxardnekoxo · 4 years ago

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Movie Review: Mulan (2020)

WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD!

Ah, Mulan. One of my all-time favorite Disney movies. I loved it so much I had a life-size plush Mushu, a Disney Beanie Baby talking Mushu, a Mulan Barbie, every action figure made, a chirping Crikee, and even a Mushu/Crikee alarm clock. It’s no surprise that when Disney announced a live action version of this movie, I was all over it. The three-time delay in theaters due to the pandemic was disappointing, but then again, so was having to pay $30 on top of a monthly fee I already pay for Disney+.

When the movie was first announced, we knew right away that three things would be lacking that were in the beloved cartoon:

1. Mushu 2. Shang 3. Songs

I immediately jumped on this band wagon at the announcement of no Mushu:

Supposedly the actual country of China strongly disliked Disney’s animated interpretation of an actual legend from their homeland. I don’t know the full details, but I do know that with that in mind, Disney wanted to make the live action version of the movie more authentic to the actual story. This really wasn’t meant to be a remake of the cartoon, but a more accurate take on real events.

I know it’s Disney and that usually means music, but honestly, I’m okay with no songs. I outgrew musicals 15+ years ago. I was even okay with no Shang (but it makes no sense when there is an obvious, if unfulfilled, love interest in this version as well).

Much as I love Mushu, I was still eager to see this movie because I’m a fan of Asian culture in general and was curious to see how this movie would play out. Imagine my surprise when I learned that this version would consist of a phoenix and a witch.

How is that any different than a dragon? Is it because dragons are kind of sacred to the Chinese? A phoenix is similar - it’s a bird that is reborn from fire. And a witch? I highly doubt that actually happened in the original story. Did it? I don’t know, but my point remains.

Unlike the cartoon, Mulan in this adaptation knows quite a bit about combat already. We can see her as a child using her skills quite often, and her father tells her to contain her (strong) chi. Speaking of chi, it’s mentioned quite a lot in this movie. Apparently what makes Mulan such a strong/good fighter and leader is her strong chi. Chi is mentioned so much all I could think of was this:

(Chobits anime)

Mulan doesn’t have her dog (Little Brother) in this movie, but she does have a little sister. Interestingly enough, the original story depicts her as having a younger brother, but he was too young to fight. So if Disney was going for accuracy, they still could have gone that route and stayed true to the source material.

As with the cartoon, Mulan does meet the matchmaker, but she doesn’t go in alone. She goes in with her mother and sister, the latter of which is terrified of spiders. Instead of a lucky cricket causing a catastrophe during this “audition,” a spider decides to scurry in and scare the younger sister, prompting the cacophony. So really, it’s the sister’s fault Mulan brings dishonor in the matchmaker’s eyes.

Mulan’s father is frequently chastised by her mother for encouraging her boy-like behavior. “She is your daughter, not your son.” Rude. But remember, this is a different era. The only way a female could bring honor to her family was to be a good wife and bear sons. Still, harsh.

So we all know what happens next. One man from every family has to join in a fight against some turd determined to take over the empire, in this case one who is using a witch to help him, and Mulan takes her father’s place since she fears for his life. But she has good reason to - the poor guy needs help walking and even her mother said he won’t return from battle this time. Way to sugar-coat it, lady.

So we get to the men’s camp... no wait, first, we get lost and a phoenix (symbolic, since it appears no one else is able to see it at all) shows up to guide Mulan to where she needs to go. Yes, instead of asking the ancestors for help, her father asked the family guardian (phoenix) to watch over her. Okay.

Eventually we get to a large tent shared by all the soldiers. Yes, this time, they don’t all get their own individual tent. And of course, all the men are running around half dressed, throwing things at each other, rough-housing, you know the drill. It’s especially amusing when one of them loses his towel and Mulan immediately closes her eyes and cringes.

Then the commander asks for a night guard volunteer. Mulan proceeds to volunteer for this every night to avoid having to shower with the men. Too bad they all start to notice the smell. Funny, in the cartoon, Mulan absolutely did not want to smell like a man at all. It takes her quite some time before she’s able to sneak into the river to bathe. Too bad one of the guys decides to follow her in and she has to hide herself. :D

During training, rules and penalties are revealed, and the penalty for pretty much doing anything wrong is death. Except one thing - dishonesty. Dishonesty brings expulsion from the army as well as dishonor to the family. Don’t talk to a woman or you’ll die, but pour out some water to make the buckets lighter during a strength exercise and get humiliated.

So we eventually get to a big battle scene with all the flying arrows, and Mulan, of course, winds up by herself fighting the witch. The witch can obviously tell that Mulan is hiding her true self, so she’s all, “You’re going to die pretending to be something you’re not.” Then something pierces the wrap Mulan uses to hide her chest and she decides the best course of action is to go back to her comrades as her female self. The whole “big reveal” scene is her taking her hair down (which she does not cut with a sword by the way - in fact, she doesn’t cut it at all) and walking out of the fog and introducing herself. To me, that was very anti-climactic.

The cherry on top of that is when, after being expelled from the army for dishonesty (weird though, another rule was to not consort with women at all and yet she actually IS a woman and isn’t killed), she returns to the camp and the men immediately accept her for who she is because she’s all, “The emperor is in danger and I know how to save him.”

So the commander allows her to lead a group of men into the Imperial City to save the emperor, who is quite a warrior himself - he breaks out his armor to fight the Hun (not Shan-Yu, I don’t even remember what his name is this time), then Mulan shows up and of course she and the witch team up because, hey, why not? They’re both misunderstood women always being told to stay in their place, except the witch is controlled by the Hun and Mulan is free.

The witch can transform into a hawk or something like that (probably a shout out to Shan-Yu’s pet from the cartoon) and she actually flies in front of Mulan to save her from getting pierced by an arrow. So of course she dies in our protagonist’s arms and is all, “Take your place.” And of course, as expected, Mulan saves the day. And let me just say, how many times can one possibly kick an arrow and send it flying straight toward a designated target? It happens at least five times in this movie, and just once is a one in a million shot. Yeah, cool effect, but totally not accurate, Disney. I thought that was the whole point of this movie - more accuracy to the source content. And you also wanted to appease China. Too bad it didn’t work this time around, either.

The movie ends with Mulan being offered a position on the emperor’s army (nice cameo by Ming-Na Wen, the original voice of Mulan from the cartoon!), but she chooses to go back home - where her sister has been matched to someone who isn’t afraid of spiders.

Yay! Then Mulan’s commander and some other guys show up and offer her the same job the emperor did, only in front of her entire village, so everyone knows she has now brought honor to her family and the country, prompting the matchmaker to faint because she was proven wrong.

So then she does take the job after all, and that’s pretty much the end. Shang isn’t in the movie but there is one fellow soldier she seems to have fun with in practice combat, and he’s super eager to accept her as a woman, even saying she’s the best soldier they’ve got. But nothing comes of that - the two part ways as friends, but honestly, I think it’s okay in these circumstances. Throwing a love story into this rendition just wouldn’t work.

So all in all, not a bad movie, but I think I probably should have waited until it was available on regular Disney+ or DVD instead of spending $30 on premiere access. But I would have spent that going to the theater anyway, so I guess it’s not so bad. I do know a lot of people absolutely hated this movie and it’s gotten bad reviews. I didn’t mind it, but I think my favorite live-action Disney movie so far is Aladdin. This one is probably in second place, though. I think the reason people dislike it so much is that there are so many things missing that were in the cartoon. But again, this is not meant to be a remake of the cartoon - it’s meant to be a more accurate version. But you just can’t make everyone happy.

Overall, I’d give the movie a 7/10. It could have been better, could have been worse. I still prefer the cartoon but it was interesting to see this version as well. Now to see what other live action movies get made... and we’ll see if The Little Mermaid can beat this with a black Ariel. I think I should audition for the role of Snow White - I have the short hair, pale skin, and am always talking to animals. If Ariel can be black, Snow White can be fat!

#xoxardnekoxo #Movie Review #Mulan #Mulan 2020 #Mushu #Shang #Li Shang #Crikee #Disney #spoiler alert #Disney princess

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justimajin · 5 years ago

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A Wilting Rose╰ Part 8╮

➺ Pairing: Jimin x Reader

➺ Genre: Angst & Fluff

↳ (2.9k) Actor and Actress AU

➺ Summary: The world of acting can be best described with three words - dark, invasive and inhumane. Talent, although heavily required, isn’t focused upon in comparison to the juicy gossip and various rumors that can be spread. This is why even you - an extremely talented actress - fall prey to the chops of the acting world and find yourself in a down whirling spiral with no escape. Desperately needing to get back up on your two feet once again, it seems like your best bet is a newcomer to the industry, who has yet to understand the ways of your fallen world.

➺ Warnings: still angsty but it cute :’)

gif credit.

➺ Moodboard Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Epilogue

“I refuse.”

The King rises from his throne, his eyes turning hostile, “You must accept this marriage Princess.”

Shaking her head, the Princess stands tall, “I cannot accept this marriage my King, for I have fallen in love with the General.”

“CUT!”

You sigh in relief and Yoongi retaliates with a smirk, satisfied that your performance was still going strong even towards the end of the movie. The scene was extremely crucial to execute, for it was going to wrap up all the events that had taken place with a bitter emphasis - your characters meeting their ultimate end.

A loud roar of clapping is sent your way, “Y/N, that was incredible! You’re portraying the Princess’s determination perfectly.”

You softly smile, “Thanks Taehyung.”

He grins at you, taking a seat back towards the viewing area and you start to go through the remainder of the scene with your script. The Princess informs the King that she won’t be able to fulfill the marriage set for her and will stay with the General, but the King grows impatient and threatens to kill the General. In worry, the Princess rushes over to the General’s side and confesses she’ll only be Queen if he is to be her King. However, they are too late and end up dying in each other’s arms thanks to the remaining King’s men, who were secretly jealous of the General.

It sounds incredible at first hearing, but the multitude of emotions and reactions you have to portray is exhausting, causing you to need several breaks in between to push forward. As your stylist fixes up your hair, your eyes move over to your fellow co-star who is dressed in costume and going over his own script. He looks up and you instantly deviate your gaze away, biting your lip when the unsettling feeling stirs up inside you again.

“Alright everyone back into positions! We are definitely finishing this today!” Yoongi yells out and you snap back, moving into your spot.

“ACTION!”

Thunder roars in the background, the King’s piercing eyes targeted straight for you, “If you do not accept this marriage Princess, then the General will cease to exist.”

Her eyes widen, fear pulsating in them and instantly her feet move, dragging alongside her long dress. The wind blows frantically and her eyes are flickering everywhere when she cannot find him anymore.

The Princess stills, hopeless void eyes searching everywhere.

You don’t want to be engaged. You don’t want to be labeled as his supposed wife anymore.

“Well played.”

He only thinks of himself. He put on an act for the media.

All you really want is-

He comes into view, standing against the window and his silhouette is made against the shadows of the brick walls.

For him to be okay.

“General Park.” She whispers and he turns to look at her as she walks closer.

He smiles at her, “I’ve broken my marriage off.”

The smile falters, “Princess why would you do such a thing?”

“Because he isn’t the one I want to be with. General, if I am to become Queen, then you are the King I want by my side.”

He doesn’t say anything, he simply stares at you.

“Then why have you stopped looking my way, Princess?”

Surprise sparks in her eyes, “Because you are not part of my world...and I don’t want the kingdom to go after you because of our relationship.”

“Princess, our relationship is to go against the kingdom, but I do not care about them. I just want to see you become a fine Queen.”

“Princess…” He holds her hand, “You have told me of your feelings so allow me to tell you as well, that I have indeed fallen in love with you.”

She looks up at him and softly smiles, caressing his cheek when she comes closer to him. She knows it will be a tough path far ahead of them, but she places her trust in him and keeps looking forward.

However, just at that moment, a flood of the king’s men enter, cornering the two of you. He’s snatched away from you before you can even do anything, before you can even stop them from taking him down. You struggle when they grab onto you, plunging you down when you don’t have enough strength to fight back, only staring back at him with somber eyes.

Blood splatters on the floor and yet the General only looks at you with a smile on his features.

Tears well up in his eyes for the first time.

A second passes and no one calls cut, not even Yoongi himself when he watches the scene before him with wide eyes. Eventually the heart-breaking background music stops and he slowly walks over, a slow clap intensifying as he goes along. “Now that was some good acting.”

The entire staff joins him for a round of applause and you jolt out of it, coming out of the water after getting submerged to take a breath of fresh air.

The Princess’s circumstances are part of her own story and journey, she’s a fictional character that you just need to portray.

And yet the events of her life strike actual fear into you, making your heart thud violently against your chest and your palms clammy.

“Y/N?”

“H-Huh?” You gasp, your lungs still feeling like they were filled up with leftover water instead of air.

Jimin’s eyes are pink, cracked red lines forming and small drops of water fall from the corners. He places a hand on your shoulder, taking a deep breath before raising his hand to wipe the escaping tears, “Y-You’re still here…”

He sniffles and your eyes instantly widen.

You weren’t the only one that wasn’t able to recognize the line between fiction and reality.

“W-Wow….” Another voice suddenly speaks up and you see Taehyung walk over to you, glancing at Jimin first and then you in complete awe, “You guys really killed it. It felt so real.”

You and Jimin both smile, “I was surprised too.”

You glance over at Yoongi, “From this entire movie, I think this is the best performance both of you put on.” He points to you, “You have a lot more talent in you, you just need someone to push it out of you.” He looks back at Jimin, “And you can definitely make it big in this industry if you keep going.”

Jimin’s jaw nearly drops and he suddenly a stuttering mess, looking at Yoongi with so much admiration, “T-Thank you Mr. Min.”

Yoongi smiles, “Just call me Yoongi.” He turns to your entire staff, yelling at the top of his lungs, “Alright, that’s a wrap up! Good work everyone!”

He starts clapping again and soon others join in, some coming over to congratulate you and Jimin while some go over to Yoongi and thank him for letting them work with him.

“Hey. You two.” Yoongi says, “I’ll take you out to eat, come on.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen and he instantly jumps to the opportunity, “Yeah, we should celebrate! Come on guys!”

Jimin nods, “That sounds like a good idea. Let me just get changed.”

“Sweet! Y/N?”

“I think I’ll just pass on this one…” Jimin immediately stops, briefly glancing at you with a frown.

“What?!” Taehyung grabs onto your hands, “You should come Y/N! It’s your movie.”

You sigh, “I don’t know…”

“Come with us.” Jimin quietly says and you look up, meeting his eyes, “Please?”

You bite down on your lower lip, looking around to see Taehyung anticipating your answer and Yoongi looking confused from your refusal. Your eyes land back on Jimin and it’s extremely hard to avoid his pleading eyes, “Alright.”

“Yay! Y/N’s going to come with us!” Taehyung exclaims.

“I’m going to change.” You pick up your skirt, walking over to your room. You don’t hear the small footsteps racing to follow behind you, caught up in the mess brewing inside your mind. A hand tugs at your wrist, stopping you before you head into the room.

He whispers the words so slightly into your ear before walking away and it leaves you frozen in place, large eyes glancing back at his decreasing form.

“They may have been the General’s words, but the intention behind them wasn’t only his.”

It’s a small gathering between the cast and fellow staff that worked hard with you during the making of the movie, alongside some nice supporting additions (namely Taehyung of course). There’s laughter and small conversations spreading across the table, Yoongi seemingly looking content in his chair despite that fact he promised to pay for anything. The pressure of constant filming is off everyone’s shoulders and the anticipation for a huge release is expected.

However, the same can’t be said for you.

There’s an unsettling shiver still being sent down your spine when the ending scene almost self projects in your mind. The image of those very men, snatching two people apart because the nature of their relationship was so taboo, leads you to straying off in the middle of a time where you know you should be celebrating. You dive into stiff smiles and lost eyes, being surrounded by so many and yet being so far away inside your mind.

Your eyes occasionally glance over at Jimin.

“You have told me of your feelings so allow me to tell you as well, that I have indeed fallen in love with you.”

A smiles sparks on your features for a mere second.

Y/N L/N and Park Jimin suspected of being in a relationship?

It vanishes.

“Y/N?”

Taehyung looks at you curiously, wondering why you seemed off in your own world when Yoongi was talking about how he plans to release the film and what to expect in response. He knows the topic itself can be quite boring, but it was important for you to be aware about all this. After all, you would be the one needing to face it.

You shake your head with a smile, attempting to listen in to what Yoongi was saying, “....the trailer will be released in a couple of days once the production wraps up. We need everyone to be at the trailer launch to answer questions and talk about the movie, so mark down the dates onto your calendars…”

Yoongi goes on for a while - talking about what points you needed to give the media and being careful to not reveal too much, otherwise that would jeopardize the movie’s outcome. Once he finishes, he sinks back into his seat and ushers everyone to get back into the celebratory mood.

Everyone immediately relaxes; some of the staff begin to talk about their experience working on sets while actors are wishing each other the best for future endeavors. Many turn to you, commenting on how wonderful of a performance you put forward and how they hope you would have great movies to come, but you can’t bring yourself to pay attention to their words.

This is something you actually love - the successful closure of a huge project and having no more work on your plate to worry about, and yet you can’t enjoy even one ounce of it.

Soon you’re rising from your seat, using the excuse of needing to go to the bathroom to leave the joyful atmosphere. You end up standing in a lone hallway, resting a hand on your temples as you pace around frantically.

“Is there something bothering you?”

That one single person in your thoughts catches you in the worried act, a furrow in his brows from your pacing and taking slow steps towards you when he remains in concern. “Is it...because of what I said earlier?”

Your eyes widen, “No, it isn’t!” Jimin winces at your loud tone and you instantly quiet down, biting down on your lower lip.

Truth be told, when you found out that Jimin had feelings for you, a huge smile was immediately casted upon your features and you were ecstatic that your feelings had been reciprocated.

But that feeling was suddenly snatched away from you, when you could already feel a million eyes constantly glued to you.

“What?! What news?” An angry voice cuts through the silence, causing you and Jimin to freeze. “They’re posting about Y/N and Jimin?!”

You immediately panic, wishing that Yoongi would just calm down and lower his voice. However, it’s far too late when he keeps continuing to ramble on, his voice emitting all the way over to where you and Jimin were currently standing. “A relationship between them? The fans are angry because Seokjin visited and Y/N’s already in a relationship with Jimin?”

“They’re sending hate towards Jimin?!”

You can almost see the engines of Jimin’s mind turn, his eyes instantly turning to you in revelation and you look away, never wanting him to hear any of this. “This is what’s bothering you? That hate?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, tears welling up in them, “You just started your career, and I know them too well Jimin, I know them too well.”

“The media doesn’t know when to stop.”

You clasp onto his hand, “They’ll create this horrible image of you and it’ll just follow. And it’ll be all because of me.” He looks at you with somber eyes, like everything you were saying was striking him each time.

“I don’t want them to come after you like this, I just…” You take a harsh deep breath, looking down at the ground, “I just want to protect you.”

“Y/N…” He whispers out, instantly moving to embrace you when the tears don’t stop falling from your eyes, “You’re right. The media can be horrible, but that’s what they thrive off of. It’s their job to spread these rumours so that they can have the influence of fans.”

“I’ve had hate sent towards me before.” You separate from him, looking at him with wide eyes but still holding on as he nods, “When I first signed the movie and was cast opposite against you.”

“I learned a really hard lesson that day. No matter what I would do and no matter what I would say, my image will forever be in their hands. They can say whatever they want about me and I have to take it as is, I can’t change it.”

A disappointed look reflects in your eyes, knowing that he was saying that bitter truth of what most actors are forced to learn over time and something you were never able to grasp.

“But what I can change, is what the people I care about think about me.”

You glance up at him surprised and he smiles, carefully moving a strand of your hair back, “So please tell me Y/N, what do you think about me?”

A low laugh escapes you, “Isn’t it obvious at this point?”

“Hmm?” He leans closer to you, tilting his head, “What did you just say?”

You sigh, smiling as tears continue to roll down your eyes, “I-I’m in love with you….”

“Huh? Sorry, I still can’t hear you.” He leans even closer, “Say it one more time?”

A bright red covers your cheeks, your words turning into small mumbles, “...in love with y-you…”

“I really can’t hear today. One last time please?”

A frown settles on your lips, more tears rolling when you break apart from him and walk away. His eyes instantly widen and he’s soon tugging you back into a hug. “How many more times do you want me to say it?!” You hiccup out, holding him as you continue to shed tears, “I’m even crying for god’s sake….”

“Sorry, sorry.” Jimin hurriedly says, bringing you as close as possible to him as he coo’s your tears away, “I just really liked hearing you say it.”

He chuckles and you can’t help but laugh alongside with him, letting him wipe your tears away and giving you more hugs in the form of the apology.

Before heading back to join the others, he walks around with you until you feel better and you try to enjoy as much of it as you can, ignoring the sounds of Yoongi’s voice echo from the other room as he can’t wait to see the look on people’s faces once he wins an award for the movie.

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surveys-at-your-service · 5 years ago

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Survey #219

“make a move and you pay for it; pick a lord and you pray to it.”

Do you actually love your grandpa? I don't really remember either of mine. I do from what I remember and have learned of them, though. Do you actually love your grandma? I don't remember my dad's mom at all, but I mean, I love her simply for being my dad's mother, who loved her. My mom's mom, yeah, even though she's. Hard to like a lot of the time. Do you have Facebook? Yes. What was the last thing you posted on someone’s wall? A birthday post. Do you have MySpace? My old one still exists, but I sure haven't been on it since it was current. What is your favorite kind of music? Heavy metal. Favorite soft drink? Mountain Dew Voltage is actually cocaine to me rip. Favorite food? Probably like... pepperoni pizza or cheeseburgers. I'm a full-blooded 'Merican. Have you ever felt replaced? OH, HAVE I! Have you ever worn false eyelashes? No. Do you ever regret making a friend? I don't think so. Can you cure mental illness? I don't know about cure, but you can certainly learn how to handle it better and alleviate symptoms. Is God good? Define "God." Cats or dogs? Kitties. Do you play video games? Yeah, but I don't play nearly the variety that I used to. Do you take medication for mental health? Yes. Can you really be racist to a white person? No shit? Do you have a favorite hair accessory? What does it look like? No. What’s your favorite type of insect? Butterflies. What’s your LEAST favorite type of insect? Larvae, like maggots. Disgusting. Who was the last person you Facebook messaged? What did you say? What’s his/her favorite food? Idk and I don't feel like checking. I rarely use it. What was the last song you listened to? Does it mean anything to you? "Thoughts & Prayers" by Motionless In White is a mood with my mad-at-God-24/7 ass. It needs to stop honestly. I've become so hateful about religion. Not towards followers, mind you, just the concept itself. I could write a novel on this, but I don't feel like it. Just me and organized religion don't get along anymore. Have you ever slept in a water bed? On a water mattress, yeah. How do you feel about having sex during your menstrual period? Never tried, not for me. Sounds messy. Does your ex have a job? My most recent, I guess you mean? Yeah. Have you ever slept in a car? Yeah, on long drives to like New York and stuff. What was the last term of endearment you used (babe, hun, dear, etc)? *checks phone* "Sweetie." How often do you use Flickr? Never. I can't log into my account anymore since Yahoo said "fuck u Britt," so there's no point. Have you ever been on a blind date? No. Do you have a crush on the last person you texted? She's my girlfriend so y'know like- Have you ever got into an argument with the last person you kissed? We very much disliked each other at first, so... guess, lmao. Have you ever liked somebody who was nice to you, but horrible to everyone else? Eh, that's a mystery... Juan was very sweet to me, but I know he had a bad rep. I didn't really see how he interacted with others. How’s your appetite atm? It's normal. I'm not currently hungry. Out of all the conversations you’ve had recently, which one has made you smile or laugh the most? Sara randomly and excitedly texted me to tell me "Welcome to the Jungle" was on at work, which was on the radio both when I was there and she was here, so she thought of how much she missed me lakdjsfkalwe I smiled my face in half. Do you look decent in your most recent photograph? Eh, it wasn't awful. It was for my school ID. What is one vacation destination that many people think is just fabulous but which you personally have no desire to visit (or revisit)? New York City. My sis went and said it was 1.) insane and 2.) disgusting. If you were five years younger but knew everything at that age that you’ve actually learned over the last five years, what is one thing you would definitely do differently? Go to the partial hospitalization program way sooner. What serves as the greatest motivation for you in your daily life? To earn a happy, content future. What activity that you have to do every once in a while that you dread the most? "Every once in a while," I'd say clean Mitsu's cage. She is such a strange rat. Enjoys pets, but being picked up is a no sir. When people hear what you do for a living, what is the most typical question or comment they give you regarding your job? N/A If you were left alone for one hour with nothing more than a pen and a notepad, what would you be inclined to draw or write during those 60 minutes? I'd probably write a poem. I know I wouldn't draw 'cuz fuck no am I doing so with a pen. If you could witness anything at all in super-slow motion, what would you want to see? Uhhh. Idk. Anything I can think of, like lightning, I've seen because of the Internet. If someone were looking for you in a bookstore, in what section would they be most likely to find you? Probably like, young adult fiction/fantasy, something like that. What do you forget to do more often than anything else? Lately, take one of my mood stabilizers. I need to get the box out... aaaand forget every day. I haven't felt any different without it tho so like... If you could teach everyone in the world one skill, what would it be? Compassion, maybe. You’ve been offered the chance to paint a billboard along a highway with any message you choose, as long as it’s only 10 words long. What is your message? I'm not spending time musing over something that serious lakaljdsfawe. Would you ever travel to Africa? Hell yes. I desperately want to go to South Africa on the Tswalu Kalahari tour. Whose house were you last at? Besides my own, my older sister's. Have you ever had a near-death experience? I guess this depends on how near death you mean. I've been in one car accident that my mom managed to make minor only by being a good driver; realistically, we should've flipped, according to the cop. My mom just acted quickly enough. Then I heavily ODed, but I was given more than enough fluids in time to keep me surprisingly okay. I don't know what would've happened if I hadn't told Mom so quickly, and I don't care to think about it. I'm fucking lucky and don't want to think about what could've happened. Have you ever met anyone who was overly addicted to a computer game? Tbh I myself could've been in this position when my depression was so bad, but then there's factors to that that lean towards it just having been a preference versus addiction. Idk. It's not a problem anymore so not worth debating over. Have you ever been fingered? That was the first cheat when you chose abstinence lmao. What do you do the most when you are online? Watch or listen to something on YouTube. What video game have you played the most? So in WoW you can actually type in /played to see how long you've played JUST that one character up to the years (or maybe days?) down to seconds and. I will never type it in lmao. Ongoing games are v depressing. Do you have scars you don’t like to talk about? No, those are thankfully gone. What is something you and your significant other do that may seem weird to others? Be helplessly and openly in love with imaginary demons while dating each other lmao (she's a Freeza fanatic). When and why did you last cry? The second day of school because of math class. When was the last time you drank? I think like... back on the 4th of July. Or some days after 'cuz I know Mom and I didn't finish the container in one night. Do you wear jewelry a lot? Just my piercings, really. Save for on my ear lobes because the holes on the left are fucked up, yay. I'm going to wind up just slightly stretching the first holes when I can afford a small kit; actual studs or hoops look stupid. Never wanted gauges until the holes got too stretched by the weight of hoops; now something needs to be there. Who in your household do you not have a good relationship with? My sister's (who doesn't even live here...) dog Bentley. I hate him and he doesn't like me. No, that doesn't mean I mistreat a pet. He's just a pain in the goddamn ass. Who in your life are you scared to lose more than anything? My mom. I don't know what would happen to me or how I'd cope at this time. Honestly, would you rather be single or in a relationship? I'm happier in a healthy relationship. Do any of your friends not get along at all? No. I mean, not that I know of. What are your 3 favorite internet sites? I'd be LOST without YouTube, then KM follows up close. #3, uh... Facebook or Tumblr, I suppose. Have you ever gotten anything autographed, if so by who & what was it? No. Well, I do have a little book of Disney World character autographs, but I don't think that really counts. Do you prefer Walmart or Target? We use Wal-mart. Who is your favorite model? Sara is a gd model don't even @ me about it. What have you done that is out of character for you? The Joel thing is the most anti-Brittany thing I've ever done for sure. I can't think of anything more current that stands out, unless it's- NO WAIT, this was quite a few months ago, but I firmly stood against an opinion my psychiatrist made known. He's very talkative and open as hell about his beliefs in current events, and he said something about pit bulls where I was just like... um no sir. I wasn't going to be rude though to HIM of all people so just said I don't base dogs by their breed and shut up. Awkward silence and we moved on. What do you feel strong enough to protest about? LGBT acceptance and rights. I already protest by having given up Chic-fil-a okay I care y'all. What’s the biggest blooper you’ve never lived down? Who knows... What is the best thing you have done just because you were told you can’t? Idk. I'm lucky to not have really been told that... What are you most thankful for? Thinking it all over, probably being born where I am. Boy is America FUCKED UP in some places, but boy would I be in a MUCH worse place if I was born in, say, North Korea, between my mental issues, sexuality, and opinions that can go to either end of the spectrum. How do you feel about thrift shops or flea markets? I love them! You can find the coolest, wackiest shit. What do you like to put gravy on? I hate gravy with a passion. Have you ever gone canoeing/kayaking? No. What one thing in particular makes you feel good about yourself? I genuinely think I'm a nice person that has other's well-being in mind. What is priceless to you? Love, in any form. What is one thing you know about your family history you’re proud of? Uhhh. I guess more than anything, I'm proud of my distant cousin for her unwavering love for and loyalty to her daughter when it came to escaping the Middle East and her dictatorial husband. Read Not Without My Daughter, it's great. Do you keep a budget? I don't have an income. What makes you feel rested and refreshed? Rested, a good night's sleep following being truly exhausted. Refreshed, oh man, gimme a hot, long shower. Who depends on you the most? Nobody. Could you ever be someone’s bodyguard? Hell no. Has one of your biggest fears come true? Yes. I was entirely convinced the world would literally end if Jason left. That night still doesn't feel real. Have you ever let your mom or significant other fight a battle for you? Colleen and Mom once fought after I'd ignored her, so I guess? It wasn't my wish or anything though for her to do it; Mom had shit to say by her own volition, and I wasn't going to tell my mother "no you can't do that." Did you create a checklist for your ideal spouse? No? Have you ever ridden on a subway or train and what did you like about it? Nope. Do you have to experience something to fully understand it? Yes. What embarrasses you instantly? A LOT A LOT A LOT!!!!! It is SO easy to embarrass me, including second-handedly. Do you think you could be a firefighter, why/why not? Hell no, I'm most certainly not in the necessary shape, and quite honestly I'm not that willing to risk my life for random people that could be assholes. What do you think should be censored? Idk. I have mixed feelings on censorship, no matter how stupid it seems. Eh... yeah, idk. Are you related to anyone famous or historical, if so who? Queen Victoria and William Clark. Would you ever donate a kidney to anyone, and who? Depends on who and obviously if we're even compatible. Have you ever fired a gun? No. What is the main quality you think makes a great parent? Sincerely caring for them, probably. Who is a female role model in your life? My mom, in some ways. What childhood dreams have you neglected? Jfc a lot, I don't want to think about it. What do you have trouble seeing clearly in your mind? My future, honestly. It's hard picturing my elderly days. Like I'm not suicidal anymore, I just don't really... realize I'll get there, I guess. I can't picture myself being old and alive. Would you travel to space if possible? No, too long of a trip. Are you an optimistic person? I'm a realist. Do you consider yourself more realistic OR idealistic? ^ Have you ever felt bi-curious? I started out accepting myself as bisexual through thinking myself as bicurious. I quickly realized "bisexual" was more accurate than "bicurious," but it was an easier thing to shift acceptance towards in regards to yourself when you thought you were straight for 21 years. Are you a fan of U.S. President Donald Trump? No sir. I agree with some of his ideas, but I hate him as an asshole person without a trace of manners. Do you know anyone with autism, mood disorders or learning disabilities? Multiple. I'd assume most people know someone who fits at least one criterion there. Are you green-eyed? Not exactly, but they definitely have a green hue to them. They're a gray/green blue. Would you consider UFC fighting and WWE real sports events? I think it's beyond debate that a lot of it is staged, but I mean, I guess to a degree? You still have to fight. It's physical exertion. Have you ever had an immediate relative pass away of cancer? No. Wait. I can't remember if my grandmother had cancer or not... but I don't think so. She was just old. Would you rather work in an office, warehouse or on a retail shop floor? An office, definitely. In my work-hunting as well as actual work experience, office work is probably the only job I could actually do that doesn't require a degree... Do you have a favorite wild animal? Why? You can't know me and not be fully aware meerkats are my favorite animal. Why? Ho boy. I love social species, and meerkats have such strong personalities, and holy shit are those little things brave as fuck. They're so GOSH DARN CUTE!!!! too, and their loyalty to each other is astounding. I love how playful and curious the little guys are, and... just wow okay, I could write an actual essay on how I adore meerkats so goddamn much. Do you have any unusual, uncommon phobias? I'm sure there are other people afraid of whale sharks, but I don't think it's common? And is an actual phobia of pregnancy uncommon? Idk. Do you prefer Android or iPhone? I hate my Android. I've had an iPhone in the past, and it was great. Are you a fan of sweet, sour, salty, or savory snacks? All, depending on my mood. Most often I'd say I like sweet. Do you believe climate change is real? We can't be friends if you don't. Do you believe in evolution OR creationism? Evolution. Do you think people can really predict the future? Nah. Have you been to a lot of shrinks? I hate that word. Just call them therapists. But yeah. How often do you clean your room? Not often enough. I need to dust... Any movies coming out soon that you want to see? I DESPERATELY wanna see the "Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark" one. Those books were my CHILDHOOD. What was the last fear you overcame? I don't know about totally overcame, but vocational rehab helped me quite a bit with answering the phone to numbers I didn't recognize. Have you ever hurt yourself trying to crack a body part? No, nothing on me really cracks. Well no, both my big toes do, but no, I haven't hurt myself trying to crack them. What’s the worst part about winter? The days where it's cold BUT ALSO WINDY asdkljfaklwej;awe Summer? It's too fucking hot and probably humid, too. Spring? POLLEN. Fall? Literally nothing. :') Are you allergic to anything? Pollen and silver. How many times have you changed a diaper in your life? Like, once. Which country has the most fascinating culture? Oh boy, idk. Who does your favorite song? Idrk what my current favorite song is. I say my all-time fave is "False Flags" by Massive Attack, but it's not something I constantly wanna listen to. I guess you could maybe say it's "Headache" by Motionless In White; I play and repeat that a lot. I've really been digging them lately. When was the last time you wore makeup? Shit dude, idk. Months ago. Do you prefer males or females or both? I'm generally afraid of men, but I mean, I don't "prefer" one over the other if he's a good guy. Where in your town do you go when you wanna chill with a few friends? I don't have any friends I go out with. But there's nowhere to go here anyway. Where’s the best place to get coffee? N/A Have you ever seen someone struggle with an addiction? My dad was an alcoholic, but he's recovered. He loved (idk if he still does it) fantasy football, too. Pretty sure I got my addictive personality from him, lol. When was the last time someone gave you flowers? Early 2017. Do you like cranberry juice? omfg NO. Do you play any zombie-killing video games? The Last of Us is fucking dope, but I didn't finish it before my PS3 broke. :'( I like the Resident Evil series too, and some of those games have zombies or similar creatures. And The Walking Dead game tears my heart out every fucking season. What is the dominating genre on your mp3 player/iPod? Varying forms of metal. Do you have a book shelf? No. What website do you spend way too much time on? YouTube is ALWAYS open. I constantly either watch let's players and a few other kinds of YTers, moving windows around so I can see it and do other things, or listen to music. Do you like wind chimes? I LOVE!!!!!!!!!! WINDCHIMES!!!!!!!!!! Do you have a fetish? No. Do you have a pet fish? No. Don't get me wrong, they're beautiful and calming, but not worth it for me personally. They don't have much of a personality at all, and cleaning a tank so much for just a fish isn't for me. Do you like kettle corn? (That sweet and salty popcorn) Yessss! Do you enjoy classic rock? Hell yeah, man. When was the last time you went for a walk, just cause? Not since I was at Sara's last. Do you listen to Type O Negative? No. Do you have any fillings or cavities? Yeah. Have you gotten your wisdom teeth taken out yet? No, and thankfully I don't need to. One was very close to needing to be, but it has just enough room. Do you actually read privacy policies when signing up for new things? "Depending on what I’m signing up for, I’m likely to at least skim it." <<< This. Did you have a lot of birthday parties when you were younger? If so, did you invite everyone in the class? I had a party every year up to... idk what age. And no, I only invited friends. Do you like when things are color coordinated? Yes. Have you ever participated in one of those “guess how many jelly beans, mints, etc. are in this jar!” contest? if so, have you ever won? Yeah, and no. Can you juggle? Nope. Have you ever mistaken a ringing phone on TV or in a movie for your own? Who hasn't? How often do you use bobby pins? Never. My hair's really too short for them. Well, I'd probably pin the right side up if I was doing something like cleaning. Do you live on an avenue, road, drive or something else? Road. What are your school colors? Blue and white. Have you ever taken a picture with Santa when you were little? Yeah. Have you ever rolled down a steep, grassy hill for fun? Actually yeah. Do you like Nerds candy? Yes I do.

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dragongirl642 · 6 years ago

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Bumblebee x reader x Swindle

Author note: Reader is gender neutral (which is getting easier the more I do...yay) so come one come all.

There are two endings, depending on who you choose.

Third Person:

(Y/n) (l/n) was a perfectly average, normal person. At only (y/a) years old they liked enjoying the simpler things in life; hot cocoa and a blanket on a chilly winter afternoon, a towel and time at the beach on a scorching summers day or sitting on a window seat reading a book as the rain falls outside.

However, now was not one of those nice moments.

Your pov:

For one it was pouring with rain, ‘my new jacket’s getting soaked…not only that but a murderous robot is chasing me’.

I run as fast as I can, pumping my arms just how I’ve seen the Olympians do. This really is my big debut. I grabbed a lamp-post as I ran past to swing quickly round the street corner down a narrow slipway. I kept going even as the sound of the jet roared past the opening of the too narrow slipway. Good thing I kept running for I soon heard the sound of giant footsteps as the being struggled to push its way after me.

I shot out the other end of the slipway and sprinted for the looming towers of junk before me. I rounded a couple of corners in the junkyard and practically dove under the rusted corpse of a car. ‘Well, at least I’m out of the rain’.

The floor shook with the vibrations caused by that thing as it called out in a mocking voice.

“Come out, Come out little organic. Come bow before the soon-to-be ruler of this world.”

I gasped as the car was lifted off me and thrown back. The jet-robot standing above me. My eyes widened as I saw the bottom of its foot descend towards me. I was so scared, I couldn’t even close my eyes as my death became a suddenly not-so-distant reality.

“SCHZRK”

The sound of ‘is that laser fire’ came from above me and the foot rapidly left my vision as the robot was blasted bag by a zigzagging stream of light.

“Get away from the girl Starscream!” a voice yelled just as giant feet passed over you once more. A red and blue robot holding an axe attacked the jet robot along with a green bulky robot, a gold and black robot and a yellow robot.

The yellow robot called out taunts as he shot the streams of light at the robot again. “Yeah Screamer, back off!”

The jet, ‘or Starscream as he seems to be called’, fell back over the upturned car he had thrown off me.

“Curse you Autobots!”

With wide eyes I watched as Starscream scrambled to his feet and with a backflip, transformed into a jet and took off; leaving all the other robots to turn to look at me.

“Hehe…uh thank you for saving me but I’ll be going now.”

Spinning on my heel, I take off running. No destination in mind, just anywhere but here. A giant, yellow hand grabs me, lifting me into the air.

“Waaahhhh!” I struggle to get out of the robots grip. I’m turned to face the red and blue robot.

“Please remain calm, we wish you no harm.” The green one cut in, “in fact we just saved your life”.

I stopped struggling but my heart and mind were racing. I wracked my brains, trying to think of a way out this mess. I started seeing dark spots, I started holding my breath I was that scared. I took a deep breath to try and calm down, not noticing the Autobot’s worried looks as the sudden influx of oxygen causes me to pass out.

---------------------------Timeskip to the autobot base---------------------------

I awoke to large chocolate brown eyes looking into my own (e/c) ones. I screamed, waving my arms I pushed the figure away and fell off of a sofa onto a hard, concrete floor. I sat up, rubbing my side as I cautiously looked around. My eyes falling on a young girl, looking quite startled at my outburst.

“Uh…sorry for screaming in your face.” I apologised thoroughly embarrassed with my actions. She just stares at me before breaking into a broad smile.

“That’s ok…nice to meet you…I’m Sari.” She holds out her hand and I give it a little shake.

I stand up and brush myself off. Just as I was about to ask where I was this little girl launches into a full-blown speech about how I was rescued by the Autobots and the Decepticons and how I should be so grateful that they had been there to save me from Starscream. I mostly shut down but some things got through.

‘Ratchet? Optimus? Weird names…and who calls their kid Bulkhead? Even better…who calls their kid Bumblebee?’

The floor shifted below me; vibrations, in the pattern of footsteps, jolting me out of my reverie. ‘OH NO! NOT MORE ROBOTS!’

I looked around frantically for a place to hide. There was a TV with some cabinets just beyond the sofa…and some lockers against the wall. I had to protect us both…hiding seemed like the best option.

I picked up the girl, abruptly cutting off her speech and leapt the sofa. Adjusting her in my arms, I ignored her protests and sprinted for the wall. I opened the locker dove inside and shut us both in.

“Sari?” A really nice voice with a definitely robotic timbre sounded in the room. The girl in my arms squirmed and was about to yell out when I clapped my hand over her mouth; making shooshing motions frantically.

“Sari you there? Wait the other girl’s gone too. Sari come out! No hiding! Sari!” The voice showed panic. The girl in my arms squirmed even more fiercely, kicking the locker door, her pigtails getting in my mouth.

My heart leapt into my mouth as the door to the locker was wrenched right of its hinges.

Bright blue ‘eyes?…uh optics?’ stared in. They looked into my eyes and although I was petrified, I also felt this calm; the childish light within these blue orbs piercing my very soul.

The girl wiggled out of my loosening arms and bolted from the locker.

“Are you crazy lady!...you almost squished me” She yelled. I snapped out of my trance and looked between her and the robot.

I slowly stepped out of the locker as the robot backed up and stood, grinning broadly.

“I’m sorry…uh Sari was it? Who’s your friend?”

The girl perked up all, all grudges lost; and began excitedly introducing me to her friend Bumblebee.

------------------------Timeskip for excitable Sari-------------------

So I’ve met the Autobots…they’re not going to kill me so I feel slightly safer. Sari was a nice kid, ‘If she can survive being with these Autobots, then so can I.’ Being here every day for the past 3 weeks has helped as well. (It’s the summer holiday so if you’re a student…I got you covered).

The only one I would really watch out for is Ratchet, ‘a.k.a grumpy bot’, and Prowl, ‘since I never know what he’s thinking’.

Optimus was overbearingly good, Bulkhead was kind and Bumblebee was just overall cute. ‘Wait did I say cute…I meant hyperactive and loud and playful and adorable and…losing my train of thought again’.

Right now, I was sitting on the couch in the Autobot’s, base of sorts. Sari on my left and Bumblebee on my right. The two were playing a videogame and I was cheering them on.

“Player 1 wins!”

“Ahh Bee no fair” Sari groans, while I grin and pick up the controller.

“I play winner!” I call.

Sari sits up her failure forgotten…“kick his can (y/n).”

I turn towards the screen, annoyed as I see Bee’s character is already winning. I mash buttons in a bid to regain the ground I’ve lost.

‘The only way I could win now is if Bee got distracted…’ an evil thought creeps into my mind.

“Cute aft Bee,” I say catching the young bot off-guard, he splutters and looks at me wide-eyed; completely forgetting the game…which I win.

“Player 2 wins!”

I look at Bumblebee triumphantly, “Looks like I win then.”

He frowns, faceplate scrunched up in annoyance, “No fair (y/n) you distracted me.”

I just shrug, “ah, c’est la vie.”

“Who wants to go for a race?” Sari’s comment instantly perking up Bumblebee.

I had recently acquired an Urbana 500 (get the reference XD) in black with red accents, ‘I had considered getting yellow but I was sure bumblebee, and definitely Sari, would notice the coincidence.’

I bounced off the sofa and began running to a door. “The last one out’s a rotten egg!”

Just as I planned Bumblebee bounded over my head and through the door, ‘I wonder how long it’ll take him to figure out he’s gone the wrong way?’ I chuckled as I promptly turned a 180 and jogged for the real exit. Sari laughing herself as she jogged alongside me.

We jogged into the bright sunshine, I lifted a hand to shield my eyes as I leaned against the door of my car. Soon enough Bumblebee came sprinting out the opening, “Oh man does this make me the rotten egg…uh Sari, what’s a rotten egg?”

She just motioned him down and told him the answer.

“Eww, Sari…I don’t wanna be a rotten egg.” Was the disgusted reply.

“Calm down Bee, just race (y/n)…I’ll referee.” Was the nonchalant Sari’s reply.

I got in my car while Bee transformed.

The engine started with a purr and Bee gave a competitive rev.

Sari Scrabbled atop a nearby dumpster and stood on top of it. “Okay, first to get the junkyard and back wins!” she called.

I smirked competitively and glanced to my side to look at Bee, he was practically vibrating with excitement.

“Hey Bee, what do I get if I win?”

“I don’t know what do you want?” came his reply, “Better yet, if I win (y/n), you have to…go on a date with me!”

He called over his wish just as Sari yelled: “Go!” Bee roared forward, I stalled a second, shocked by his request; before shooting forward myself.

‘Sneaky bot just used my own trick on me; He can’t have been serious…could he?’

We raced around corners; soon were speeding down empty back roads and deserted streets, trying to one-up the other.

We turned a corner into the junkyard, there were two paths; Bee went right and I went left. I gunned the engine, zooming forward and round a corner at breakneck speed.

I could see where our two paths connected again and headed for the exit as one path. I pushed the accelerator all the way down, hoping to get in front of Bee.

“SUCCESS!”

I was now in front of Bumblebee, ‘That means I’m winning J…now to really annoy him.’ I slowly pressed the brake, if I slowed it would force Bee to slow as well, ‘And we all know Bee loves to go fast.’

But something was wrong, “MY BRAKE’S NOT WORKING…BUMBLEBEE HELP!!!”

I kept the car going straight but a bend was coming up, I turned the wheel but the car just began to spin. A wall of junk loomed over me. Only for the car to drastically slow; I looked out my window to see Bee holding on to my car, stopping it completely.

I opened the door and stumbled out, Bee looking at me worriedly; “Are you okay (y/n)?”

I nodded shakily, my brain trying to unscramble the fact that I almost died…again.

“Uhh…(y/n), you sure you okay? Let’s call off the race, we’ll have Ratchet check you back at base.”

I smiled faintly up at the bot, ‘But this behaviour is strange for Bee, he would never call off a race, and to want to bother Ratchet…for me? Could that earlier statement have been a real request and not a joke? What is up with him?’

While I unscrambled my thoughts and Bee worried none of us noticed a Decepticon come strolling along.

“Well well well, what have we got here…a little Autobot and”, the voice stalled for a second, “its pet.”

An unknown voice spoke from behind Bee, a purple and gold/brown (I’m not sure what his second colour is called, being slightly colour blind does not help…anyone know?) Decepticon strolled up. Before my mind caught up I just blurted out, “Who are you?”

He just smirked and proclaimed “Why Swindle’s the name, trading’s the game...would you like to peruse my wares or have you got something to sell?”

Bumblebee stepped in front of me protectively so I couldn’t see anything around his foot. “You’ll leave her alone Swindle!”

“I never turn down a potential customer, so what will it be Autobot?...I have a nice voxian ray shield, or, for a one time offer...one beating completely free of charge.”

“As if Con!”

Knowing what was coming I sprinted into my car for cover. I ducked down in the backseat and covered my ears, eyes closed, but that wasn’t enough to drown out the loud sounds of fighting outside.

When silence descended, I peaked my head up. Seeing the yellow of bumblebee’s foot just outside the door I open the car door and step out. “So Bee, you sent that Con packing then?” Hearing no reply I look up, my eyes widen to see an unconscious Bumblebee being held up by the Decepticon Swindle.

“Guess again (y/n)!”

‘How does he…?’

Smirking the Con threw him to the floor, the smallest grunt of pain escaping Bee. “Nice folks the Nebulans...they sell some nice weaponry too.”

I ran to Bee, all the while yelling at Swindle “You fragging pile of scrap, what did you do to Bee?”

The Con just smirked at me, “Oh he’s just in stasis and he’ll wake up in a couple of cycles with one pit-spawned processor ache…which reminds me.”

I was snatched up into purple servos and carried off.

“Hey put me down!”

No reply, but Swindle transformed around me, with a small cry off surprise I found myself in the driver’s seat of an armoured Humvee; held tight to the seat by my seatbelt. I raised a foot to kick the dash when a surge of electricity knocked me out cold.

----------------Timeskip in darkness----------------------------

I woke up on a soft, comfy surface; I was also very warm. A rumbling sound could be heard and whatever I was on seemed to be vibrating. I opened my eyes to see I was still held captive within Swindle's vehicle mode. ‘My seatbelt’s gone.’ I stirred, reaching for the door handle. ‘Maybe he’s asleep.’

“Ah ah ah, no escaping for you.”

He transformed again, I was thrown about in the air to land on the Con’s outstretched palm. “Thought you might like to stay warm while you were in stasis…I’ve heard how fragile you organics are.”

I looked up in confusion, “I thought all you Cons didn’t care about humans.”

This made the bot pause a second, he soon recovered and countered with, “We don’t, I just need you in good condition for a sale I’m hoping to make. Plus I’m only a Decepticon second, I’m a business-bot first.” He was wearing a self-satisfied grin as he gave his answer.

I rolled my eyes, ‘now his behaviour makes sense.’

Swindle carried me over to a huge table, ‘obviously not made for humans’, and put me down on its pitted surface. He pressed a button on the underside of the table and what looked like a glass edge emerged from the sides, ‘they’re either a safety measure to stop me falling off the table or see-through prison bars.’

I glared at Swindle’s back evilly, then turned my attention to my prison; ‘I’ve got to find a way out of here.’

I looked around. The room was obviously part of some sort of cybertronian ship, everything was gigantic; to me at least. Three large doors led out; where to, is unknown. ‘Anywhere but here would be great.’ Mentally rolling my eyes I turned my attention to a way to the floor. ‘Baby steps (y/n), baby steps.’ The pitted surface of the table actually held more dips and holes then I had first registered. I casually strolled, ‘real not suspicious like’, over to one of the, to me, gaping, chasms in the table.

I looked down, the hole actually led down into a dark tunnel; with the amount of light I have, I can distinctly see it curving to the left. The walls of the tunnel, in turn, have many dips and curves so if this leads nowhere I could still climb out.

With a glance over my shoulder to make sure Swindle was occupied, I slid down into the tunnel.

I slid around the slight bend and straight down the gently sloping tunnel; just as it began to level out and I thought I was going to stop sliding, I was heading feet first down another tunnel that had opened up below me, going straight down. With a startled gasp I hurled down. I was so shocked I couldn’t even scream, my life flashed before my eyes. This tunnel then began to curve, my back making contact with the, now extraordinarily smooth, surface. It levelled off completely. An end to this mad ride could be seen ahead in the form of light. ‘An opening! What if it’s a sheer drop?’ My thoughts were less than pleasant as I rocketed into the light.

I was blinded and sliding along a flat surface at great speed. I forced my eyes open and almost screamed at the sight before me, I was on the floor, HEADING STRAIGHT FOR SWINDLE’S FOOT!

I pressed with my right foot and hand to try and turn myself. It worked…barely, I just missed Swindles pede and instead slid straight into the wall.

‘Oh for the love of…’ My side slammed into the wall, pain flared along my side. ‘Did I hear a crack? I’m not sure.’

“Are you o…!”, again Swindle caught himself, “Well now…that wasn’t very clever of you.”

Swindle’s voice sounding from above, his annoyed tone easily betraying his mood. He gave an irritated huff and bent down, picking me up off the floor. My tiny human form cradled in his servos, he walked out through a door into another room.

This looked to be some sort of medical bay, I recognised a few of the tools from Ratchet’s toolbox.

In a corner of the room, another table was situated with, what looked like, a cybertronian version of an open dollhouse.

I was placed down beside the house; cradling my arm. The whirs of Swindle transforming sounds behind me but I ignored him; instead opting to run inside the dollhouse to keep as far away from the con as I could.

The open half rooms had doors which led into another layer of rooms…‘ones the con can’t just reach into’.

The door closest to me was slightly ajar, I sped through it and shut it tight behind me. Plunged into a darkness I stood, tensely waiting for any sound from beyond the door. My breathing echoed in the quiet and I strived to hold my breath. I slowly inched along the wall to my left, hoping for another way out. My hand passed over a small square pad in the wall which glowed for a moment.

A click came from behind me and the room was flooded with light. A gasp leaving me as I shielded my eyes from the assault.

When my eyes had adjusted I turned to look at the room I was trapped in. I saw an odd arrangement of human furniture. A desk, a bed, a fridge and a chair. What caught my eye the most, was the small pinboard on the wall leaning against the wall on the desk…covered in pictures of me.

I walked over and studied them. I was just staring, really worriedly, at the photos of me out shopping, or at the park, or with Bumblebee…but bumblebee had been cut out of the photo. ‘Well…this explains how he knew my name.’

A couple of the photos had cybertronian writing on them. I couldn’t read it but something suspiciously like a heart was drawn on one of them.

“What are you doing!?” Swindle’s voice, though a lot less robotic, sounded behind me.

I spun around, eyes wide to see a human around my age, but in a purple suit with a gold/brown shirt with a black tie. He had black hair and shockingly bright, violet eyes. He looked at me with anger, ‘and fear?’, in his eyes.

“Let me ask you again. What…are…you…doing?”

I looked in shock at this human version of Swindle. “Wha…how…I’m…uh” I stuttered.

He stomped over, grabbed my arm and practically dragged me from the room. I stared at him as I was led from the room, my arm protesting as we moved. He was blushing heavily…and then it hit me.

I yanked my arm out of Swindle’s grip, although it really hurt, and confronted him. “There isn’t any deal is there.”

It was more of a statement than a question and he knew it.

He shuffled his feet, refusing to look me in the eyes, “No…there isn’t…not for you. I saw you with Bumblebee and I felt…”

I looked at him in shock. However, this soon morphed into anger.

I then proceeded to rant at the ashamed con, cutting him off. “So you kidnap me and hurt my friend all for some stupid crush!”

He forced himself to meet my eyes and yelled at me, this time cutting me off, “There’s no deal for you because you’re priceless! I would never sell you to the Decepticons. I admit that was what I first thought when I first saw you with that Autobot. But…you were laughing and beautiful and the sun just gleamed in your hair and I felt this feeling in my spark. I knew I had finally found someone I would never trade.”

My heart jumped at that but instead I scoffed; looking to the side I said, “The Autobots told me you’d sell your own mother for…” I stopped. When I looked back I saw bright tears gleaming in Swindles eyes. I only caught a glimpse of one rolling down his cheek before he promptly dissolved into pixels and vanished. I stared at the spot he had just been only to look to the edge of the table when I heard the familiar transforming sounds. Swindle stood looking down at me; he raised one servo and rested it on the table, his optics focused on spot just behind me, deep in thought. Eventually, his pain filled optics met my eyes and I tensely waited for his next move.

Swindle looked at me, exvented heavily and, honestly, I considered running when Swindle suddenly snatched me up in his servo. He swiftly walked out of the room and down a metal corridor. Silence descends as I’m carried to an unknown destination.

I open my mouth to ask where Swindle is taking me when….light blinds me. Swindle had opened a cybertronian size door that led outside. I rubbed my eyes; while they adjusted I was lowered to the floor. I landed on a soft cushion of crushed grass and looked up at Swindle; questions in my eyes.

The cybertronian purposely turned away from me and drew a communicator out of his hammerspace under his chest. He straightened his back and tapped on the symbol on its screen before a window popped up, showing an angry Bumblebee.

“What! Swindle…What have you done with (y/n)!” the irate Bee yelled down the link.

“Nothing you need to worry your head about Bumblebee…in fact they’re all yours. I’m sending you coordinates…meet me there if you want your pet back!” With a final self-assured smirk, the bot cut the link.

Once the screen went black, the bots entire demeanour changed again. He seemed to shrink, his servos clenched into fists and his optics were shinier than usual. Small half-hearted chuckles left his prone form and one servo then moved to rest over his chassis. Those were the only glimpses I saw before he promptly transformed into his alt-mode.

“Get in.”

I complied, not daring to disobey the now frankly unstable bot.

As I sat in the passenger seat, the seatbelt automatically tightening around me, I jerked as Swindle suddenly did a 180 and sped off. We zoomed around trees and through dense thickets; his alt-mode jerking and bouncing over roots, however his seatbelt kept me firmly in place, (almost protectively). Eventually, we emerged onto a road. Turning left we began a smoother ride towards wherever Swindle’s coordinates were.

Guilt racked my mind and I decided to at least try and soften the blow for the poor mech. “Swindle…” I trailed off, not really knowing what to say.

He stalled for a short moment then carried on as before.

“There’s nothing you could say (y/n)…I know you’re going to say I can’t buy love or force you to stay. It doesn’t matter now.”

I looked at my lap, hands folded; tense and overwhelmingly filled with self-loathing at the moment. But I looked up when I heard the sound of the dash opening in front of me.

A small black velvet box rested in the small compartment.

“If you care you’ll take it.”

(Two endings here…skip down for Bumblebee’s)

Swindle ending:

I stared at the box and went over what it could possibly be in my head. I snapped out of my reverie when a feeling of great sorrow, not mine, washed over me and I saw the compartment beginning to close. Without thinking my hand snatched out and grabbed the box; just in time, brushing the dash as it did so. Swindle almost imperceptibly shivered and I just held the box in my lap. I looked out the window to see us slowing and coming to a stop in…the junkyard. ‘How fitting.’

Bumblebee stood rigid in front of us and Swindle’s transformed. I fell into his servo and took a second to adjust.

The sound of Bee’s stingers powering up reached my ears. “Give (her/him) back Swindle!’

“Calm your gasket Autobot, here you go…they were useless to me anyway.”

Bumblebee looked shocked as Swindle calmly walked over and deposited me into his hurriedly transformed servo; however, Swindle’s callous words didn’t match his sorrowful tone and certainly didn’t hide the energon leaking from his optics. Without any further ado, Swindle transformed and sped off.

We both stared after the mech; Bee with shock and me with…something else.

While Bee was distracted I hurriedly stuffed the box in a pocket; the motion drawing Bumblebee’s attention.

“Are you alright (y/n)? Did he hurt you? Don’t worry I’ll get you to Ratchet!”

The worried bot transformed around me and took me back to the base.

------------------Timeskip------------------------

Turns out I had fractured my arm and a rib; Ratchet had had Bumblebee take me to a human hospital to get patched up. After that, I had asked him to take me home, which he had reluctantly done. The concerned bot would only leave after I promised, four times, to call if I needed him. Though that didn’t stop him and Sari dropping round unannounced a few times.

It had been a few weeks now and I was sat on my bedroom’s window seat; cup of hot cocoa in hand, watching the rainfall.

Bumblebee had sent me many calls and requests to come to the base but I had always made some excuse. ‘Recovering or not wanting to be around giant robots when one had kidnapped me, being the main ones.’

I glanced at the box sat on my bed. With a sigh, I put down my drink and walked over to pick it up. I sat on my bed and debated with myself, once again, whether to open it or not. For the first time, curiosity won and I flicked the catch.

Lifting the lid I was confused to see a futuristic looking purple and gold/brown memory stick.

-------------------Timeskip 2 days later-----------------

I had held out 2 days before finally deciding to see what was on the memory stick. In the meantime I had been wearing it on a string around my neck, (I don’t know why…so don’t ask me why).

Sitting at my computer; I plugged it in and decided to view its contents.

A load of images and videos/recordings were on it; there were hours of footage. They were labelled so that each image was paired with a video or extract of sound.

I opened the first image; another of me. ‘Well that’s not creepy at all, is it’ I thought sarcastically. On the other hand, the footage proved to be quite different.

The first paired piece was a voice recording, I pressed play;

“I saw that human today with the Autobot. I wonder how much Megatron will pay for an Autobot’s pet?” Swindle’s voice sounded from my computer.

‘If he wanted me to like him he’s going about it the wrong way.’

However, I decided to sit and watch everything; ‘only way to find out why he gave it to me after all.’

----------------------Timeskip--------------------

I stayed up all night reviewing the contents on that memory stick. It had started out with Swindle acting like how you would expect Swindle to act. Deceitful, selfish, out to make a trade. However, the longer I had sat at that computer, the more flattering the pictures had gotten (less like photographing an item for ebay) and the less like a Decepticon Swindle had been acting. He started smiling more and talked less about deals and the profit he was going to make. By the end of it all, Swindle was practically making a video diary about how much he loves me.

In one of them, he spent an entire video discussing what sort of Valentine’s Day gift he would get me. In another, the pros and cons of asking me on a date in his

Holoform. One part stood out in particular, “I want to get to know them…what they like, dislike, whether they could ever…” Swindle trails of in the one video but I already knew he meant to say ‘love me back’.

The last video had even been a personal message to me; Swindle listed all his flaws and what he thought were his good points, then asked for my forgiveness and one chance.

It was both scary and…extraordinarily flattering.

But I had to admit, by the end of it all I had this warm, fuzzy feeling in my chest.

‘No I can’t…’

I closed down the folder and yanked the memory stick out. I looked at my clenched fist then stormed over to my window and yanked it open; prepared to fling the device out my open window. Only to freeze in shock at the sight of a familiar Humvee parked just across the road.

I ducked down below my window. Taking a deep breath I shot up and pulled my window shut, drew the blinds and rolled away from the window. Rib protesting only slightly.

Heart pounding I crawled out my study room; once out of view of the window, I leapt to my feet and fled downstairs. I crept up to a front window and peeked outside.

After about 6 seconds the Humvee suddenly roared to life and zipped off down the road. I stared after its retreating form for a further minute before deciding it wasn’t coming back.

“Maybe it wasn’t Swindle…Yeah, dream on (y/n).” I mumbled furiously, arguing with myself over whether to call Bee or not.

I eventually decided not to call the bot; ‘it would only worry him.’ Instead, I opted for putting the memory stick back on its string and carrying on as if I had never watched it.

‘Ha…good luck with that (y/n)!’

---------------Timeskip--------------------------

I had been back to the base a couple of times. The Autobots and Sari were welcoming and, I must admit, it was nice to see them again. Bumblebee had been worrisome and clingy at first but he had calmed down now. He kept blaming himself for my kidnapping. ‘Poor bot.’

On the other hand, being back there felt…weird. Like something was missing. I hadn’t been spending as much time there as I used to.

On the plus side, I got my bandages removed for the final time yesterday.

When I had left the hospital, a suspicious looking Humvee had backed around a far corner; I had done my best to ignore it.

Right now I was cooking myself a little lunch of turkey salad and potato wedges (or whatever you want it to be). I set the timer and went to go watch a bit of TV before eating. Just as I sat down, my doorbell went off.

‘Is that Bee again?’

I quickly bounded to my front door; I opened it and then just as quickly slammed it shut again.

‘Oh gosh…Swindle’s outside!’

I ran a hand through my hair then opened the door again, albeit a little more tentatively; just my head peeking around the door.

There on my front porch stood Swindle’s Holoform, holding a huge bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates.

I opened the door wider and just stared at him in absolute confusion. “Uuuuuhhhhhhhhh?????”

His eyes glanced towards my chest and widened at the sight of the memory stick hanging around my neck.

I opened my mouth to speak when the ring of my timer went off. Both Swindle and I glanced back into my house.

“Um…here” and with that, he shoved the gifts into my arms and promptly fled towards his alt-mode.

I almost dropped the gifts but steadied myself. Almost unconsciously I wanted to call him back, the sound of screeching tyres prompting me to call out, “SWINDLE!”

But he was already gone.

I took an uncertain step backwards and slowly shut my door. I walked to my kitchen and placed the flowers and chocolates on the side. I turned off the oven and dished all my food onto a plate. I sat on the side and ate my lunch, all the while staring at the flowers Swindle had given me.

I had just finished washing up when my doorbell went off again.

I cautiously walked back to my front door and opened it to once again see Swindle on my doorstep. He was rocking back and forth on his feet before quickly straightening up on seeing me open the door.

“Well?” I looked at the con expectantly, ‘honestly, I was growing tired of always worrying about his next move.’

He looked at me and gestured to the memory stick, “So you watched it.” It was more of a statement than a question and I knew it. My hand closed around the device and I nodded, almost sheepishly. Swindle nodded back then in one swift motion pulled me to him and kissed me. He drew back before I even knew what had happened.

His face a bright red and by the heat, I felt in my cheeks; I didn’t look any better. I frowned in confusion.

“That’s my…uh…goodbye, if you want me out of your life, I’ll be going now.” Swindle turned to leave, a crestfallen look on his face.

My hand shot out, grabbing his own in a tight grip.

“Swindle wait.”

Shock resonated in his eyes and I just smiled softly; whilst quickly releasing his wrist.

“Would you like to come inside…there are some things I think we need to talk about. About what’s on this”, I gestured to the memory stick, “and this”, I gestured between the both of us.

Swindle looked dumbstruck for a second before he straightened up. He ran a hand through his hair, threw me the most self-assured smile he could muster at that moment and nonchalantly replied, “whatever you say, sweetness.”

‘In all honesty, he looks like a total goof, sexy, but still a goof.’

I chuckled at his antics and stood to the side, gesturing the con inside.

He stepped, almost reverently, across my porch and I shut the door.

----------------------Timeskip-----------------------

I was currently watching an action movie (or whatever you like) on TV with my boyfriend of 2 years, Swindle. The Autobots had been a bit alarmed when we told them, Bee, especially. ‘I’ll never forget his reaction’.

(Flashback:

I sat on Swindle’s shoulder plate, just outside the door of the Autobot base. It was about 3 months after he turned up on my doorstep and we had officially been going out for about two weeks. I pointed to the door and we entered. “Don’t look!” I told Swindle when I input the code to turn off the alarms. We headed further into the base and I heard Sari cheering in the background. We turned the corner and I glanced sideways to see Swindle grimacing, breaking into the cybertronian version of a cold sweat. I placed a hand on his cheek plate. “Relax.” He smiled but otherwise remained silent. He glanced forward again and his eyes widened. I looked forward again and was not surprised to see all the Autobots staring at us, weapons drawn and ready for battle. Bumblebee was the only one not in a battle stance; he was just staring at me in shock.

A tinge of guilt ran through me and I couldn’t meet his optics. Instead, I opted to look at Optimus instead. “Um…Optimus, we were wondering if we could talk to you.”

Swindle pitched in, “Please.”

I think it was that which shocked them even more than the fact that I was currently riding on a Decepticon’s shoulder; the fact that said Decepticon said please.

Ratchet walked into the Medbay and Optimus gestured us in after him. ‘Guess Ratchet wants to hear this too huh.’

Just as we were about to go through the door, Optimus stopped Swindle. “(Y/n) I would prefer it if you waited out here, we’d like to talk to Swindle alone.” Apprehension filled me but Swindle raised a servo to lower me to the ground.

“Don’t worry…I’ll be alright love.” I nodded and sent him a last encouraging smile before watching his spinal struts disappear through the door. Optimus following after.

I walked silently to the sofa and perched on the edge. The silence behind me means one thing. I sighed and turned around. Sari was glaring at me and Bumblebee was still staring at me. He seemed to gather himself a moment.

“(Y/n)…why did you bring…him, to the base?” I looked up at the yellow bot.

“Because…he’s my boyfriend.” Bumblebee froze, “come again.” I grew tired and huffed irritably. “You heard me.”

I swear I saw sparks fly from his helm before he suddenly shot up. Much to the surprise of all present. His optics narrowed and suddenly morphed to a startling shade of scarlet. “I’ll kill him”’ Prowl took the initiative and grabbed him before he could run into the Medbay. Bulkhead joined him and together they restrained the violently thrashing bot.

“Bumblebee…calm yourself.” Prowl’s ever wise advice. After a moment, his eyes returned to normal and he stopped thrashing. “I’m fine.” He shrugged out of their hold and stalked off to his berthroom.

I slumped and sighed when Sari’s voice piped up beside me. “It’s not fair to Bee you know…but, if he makes you happy.” And with those words, she sprinted out the room after Bumblebee. I waited in tense silence. Prowl stood in a corner, head bowed, watching the door to the Medbay.

After about half an hour, the door opened and out walked a grumbling Ratchet, a thoughtful Optimus and a beaming Swindle. He saw me and, if that was possible, smiled even wider. He bounced over, ‘not very Decepticon like’, and scooped me up. He cradled me to his chassis lovingly, “I can stay!” I smiled back in response to my love’s own overflowing joy. However, he froze when he caught sight of Bumblebee walking back into the room. He approached us and I saw Prowl shift almost imperceptibly; ready to leap forward if necessary.

He stopped in front of Swindle and addressed me, “(y/n) I’m sorry for earlier…but if it makes you happy, then I’m happy.” I smiled sadly at him, “Thank you Bee.”

He then looked up into Swindle’s optics and addressed him, “but if you ever hurt (her/him)…”

“I won’t!” Swindle cut in. They stared at each other in a silent standoff, before Bumblebee gave him a sad smile, “Look after (y/n).”

He then turned his back on us, “Sari…I don’t feel like a rematch…how about a drive instead?”

I watched him go, Sari sending me one last look before I leaned into Swindle’s chassis; feeling both sad for Bumblebee but also grateful for my boyfriend’s existence. Optimus then looked at us both sternly. “You still have to prove yourself, Swindle.”

“Don’t worry Optimus…I will.” Flashback end)

They all learnt to trust him after he proved he had no sinister plot for me. He became an “honest” business bot and dropped all dealings with the Decepticons. He’d removed his Decepticon brand but he hadn’t gone so far as to get an Autobot one yet.

Peace had finally settled between the two factions; “not good for business but good for us” as Swindle would frequently say.

Next week was Valentine’s Day and he had promised me a special surprise, as well as a trip to Cybertron. I couldn’t wait.

----------------------Timeskip to Valentine’s Day-------------------------

Today had been amazing. I’d spent the day riding around on Swindle’s shoulder, seeing the sights of Cybertron. He had made a quick drop into his new business branch; Swindle Co. ‘I fragging laughed so hard when I heard that name I don’t know why…I just found it hilarious.’

Finally, we went back to his ship and set a course for Earth. We made the jump through a space bridge and Swindle set the autopilot to orbit the Earth. I looked at him in confusion, until he carried me over to a window. I looked in awe at the blue jewel beneath us.

Just when I thought the day couldn’t get any better, Swindle abruptly transformed around me. I landed in the passenger seat and his Holoform appeared in the driver’s seat. Violet eyes sparkling and hair in disarray.

“Swindle how many times are you going to surprise me with that?”

He chuckled then gestured to the dash as it opened to reveal a small black velvet box.

I picked it up, while Swindle desperately tried to fix his hair.

I giggled, “Now doesn’t this seem familiar.”

He smiled and said, “Open it.”

Curiously I flicked the catch and lifted the lid; I almost dropped the box in shock.

On a small velvet bed lay a gold ring, inlaid with black diamond around an amethyst.

Shock ran through my core as Swindle took one of my hands in his.

“(Y/n) you are the love of my life, will you be my Sparkmate and…marry me?”

The answer was obvious.

“YES!”

-------------------extra------------------

Blue optics reflected the light of the sun as the yellow mech sat outside the Autobot base. He sighed and watched a certain human and former Decepticon go running out of the base; him transforming and her getting in before the pair zoomed off.

“Stay happy (y/n).” The mumbled words finally leaving his lip-plates, along with a feeling of relief.

He got up and walked inside, no longer feeling the urge to watch the human. He walked into the main room and a certain techno-organic looked over and smiled, “Hey Bee, wanna play a video game!”

The young girl’s shining eyes meeting his optics and a surge of happiness ran through him at the sight of his friend. “Of course…Sari!”

Bumblebee ending:

I stared at the box and went over what it could possibly be in my head. I snapped out of my reverie when a feeling of great sorrow, not mine, washed over me and I saw the compartment beginning to close. I considered taking it, but then an image of Bumblebee swept through my mind; without my own conscious though Bee’s name whispered from my lips. ‘Why did he…?’ I watched the compartment close and guiltily stared at the dash.

That sorrowful feeling intensified but it was mixed with…something else.

I sat, tense and silent in the passenger seat of Swindle’s alt-mode. Eventually, Swindle slowed.

I looked out the window to see us slowing and coming to a stop in…the junkyard. ‘How fitting.’

Bumblebee stood rigid in front of us and Swindle’s transformed. I fell into his servo and had just a second to adjust before his digits held me up.

The sound of Bee’s stingers powering up reached my ears. “Give (her/him) back Swindle!’

Swindle closed his optics and exvented heavily. Small unstable chuckles began to emit from his liplates and both Bee and I stared at the con in shock and borderline fear.

“You know what Autobot…I actually loved (y/n)”, the cons eyes opened to reveal that they were no longer their usual shade of violet, but instead a terrifying shade blood red, “but you took that from me.”

Bee took a hesitant step back in shock but then charged when Swindle's grip tightened around my human form; holding me immobile.

Swindle sidestepped and kicked the bot down.

“If I can’t have (y/n)…you won’t either!”

I whimpered in pain as Swindle’s servo began to close around my body. My arm and ribs cracking and flaring up. Black spots danced in front of my eyes as I struggled to get oxygen. It didn’t stop me catching the small look of guilt on Swindle’s faceplate and the small swirl of violet returning to his optics. Only for me to suddenly be released and go soaring through the air; Bumblebee had employed a roundhouse kick, taking Swindle’s legs out from under him and sending me flying. I enjoyed a brief moment of weightlessness before gravity once again took hold.

Both pain and relief flooded my body as two yellow servos snatched me from the air. The world tumbled and rolled as Bumblebee flipped away from Swindle. Finally, the world settled and I found myself on Bee’s left servo while his right was in stinger mode and pointed at Swindle.

Swindle picked himself up of the ground and looked dead at Bee with hatred in his optics. However, this actually vanished completely, when I promptly collapsed in Bee’s servo. I looked down at my side to see blood and lots of it.

Swindle’s optics fully returned to their violet colour and he gave a gasping sob. He just managed to choke out, “I’m so sorry (y/n)”, before transforming and zooming off.

The light dimmed on the edges of my vision, as the last thing I saw were Bumblebee’s concerned optics.

“Don’t worry (y/n)…I’ll get you to Ratchet…hold…on…”

My world faded to black.

----------------------------Timeskip-------------------------------

#Beep…Beep…Beep#

I awoke; harsh, white light flooding my vision. I winced. The beeping in the background sped up marginally before settling again. As my eyes adjusted I started to get my bearing. I was obviously in some sort of hospital; the white light and decor, smell of antiseptic and medical equipment said it all, ‘especially the IV in my arm’.

I tried to move my arm only to have a small tinge of pain flash through me. I looked at my body to see my middle wrapped in bandages and a cast on my other arm. After analysing the damage to my body, I had another look around my room.

There was someone else in the room with me. In a corner, asleep on a chair was a human around my age. He had chocolate brown skin and shockingly bright, spiky blond hair. He was wearing a black t-shirt, yellow trousers with black stripes down the side, a yellow and black jacket, black fingerless gloves and what looked like yellow and black skateboarding elbow and knee pads. Yellow goggles with black accents sat on top of his head, nestling among his blonde tresses. He was sat on the chair so that his head rested on his folded arms. Every so often he would give a little huff or these super cute little mini-snores. ‘Awwwww…wow (y/n) there’s a stranger in your room and the first thing you think is awwww.’

My head jerked up to the sound of the door opening. In walked a worried looking nurse, only for her face to break into a beaming smile.

“You’re finally awake!” She walked over and checked the screen on the machine next to me. “Looking good” She then addressed me directly, “Well honey, you’ve been in a coma for the past 12 days, your boyfriend over there brought you in and he hasn’t left your side since.” She gestured towards the sleeping male and I was too stunned by the news that I had been in a coma, to even try to correct her on the fact that I didn’t know him. “You’ll have to stay here till Friday while we check you for any lasting damage but I’m sure you’ll be discharged just fine.’

By the time I had gathered my senses and opened my mouth to speak, she had already left. I stared at the closed door in bewilderment before turning to the sleeping male; who was waking up. He gave a small groan, stretched then opened his eyes to reveal, practically glowing, bright blue eyes.

He stared dumbfounded at me for a second, before leaping to his feet with a broad grin on his face. I jerked back in shock as he rushed over and engulfed me in a careful, hug. “(Y/n) you’re awake!”

I froze, ‘that sounded like…’

I disengaged myself from the male, “Bumblebee?”

He nodded vigorously, grinning the whole time. “Yep…this is my Holoform.”

He then turned deadly serious, “I was so scared when Swindle took you if you died...I would have found that con and ripped him apart till no one would even recognise the pile of scrap that was left.” His eyes flashed a dark scarlet when he said that last part.

‘Okay…officially freaking out inside about the eye colour thing.’

Then Bee’s face turned sorrowful, optics returning to normal. “And then do you know what I would do (y/n)?” I looked at him in confusion, “I would go offline.”

“WHAT! WHY?”

He looked at me, blue orbs boring a hole straight into my soul. “Because I never want to be without you, you make me feel…happy.” Then he grinned mischievously, “and you still owe me a date.”

I threw him an ‘are you kidding me’ look and he laughed. Eventually I joined in with his chuckles and he started ecstatically catching me up on all the latest Autobot news.

-----------------------Timeskip-------------------

It had been a couple days since I had finally gotten my cast and bandages off. I was currently sitting on the sofa in the Autobot base with Sari fussing over me with a comb.

“Honestly Sari stop!” I was trying to escape the overexcited girl and her comb of doom.

“If you’re going on a date with Bumblebee you have to look perfect!”

I leapt the sofa and seeing my chance ran past a bemused Prowl calling out a loud, “Help me!”

I stopped fleeing in relief when I heard the annoyed whines of Sari as Prowl picked her up and trapped her in his two servos. I threw him a thumbs up and sprinted out the base to go meet Bee.

‘Yes…I had made sorta-friends with the ever stoic Prowl.’

I walked outside into dazzling sunshine to see Bumblebee’s alt mode parked up just beyond the door. His passenger side door opened and I climbed in.

“Get ready to have some serious fun!” Bee excitedly called before zipping off down the road.

‘Of course, Bee took me to an arcade.’ We played everything from Pacman to shoot-em-up games; we were there till 6 before bee told me he had something else for me and dragged me back to his alt-mode. He took me to a restaurant.

As we walked inside I looked around I awe at the fancy décor and the huge crystal chandelier hanging high above us. When I turned back to Bee I was pleasantly surprised to see his Holoform’s clothes had changed from his usual attire to a black and yellow tuxedo.

I chuckled but the confusion was evident in my voice when I asked, “Bee?”

He didn’t respond and instead said something to the maître-de. We were led up a grand staircase and round many tables of the restaurant until we were led out onto a balcony. A table set for two was the centrepiece of the open space, offset with two pedestals covered in roses.

The maître-de left us both alone and I leaned against the balcony railing; Bee joining my side.

“Bee this is incredible, I never knew you could pull off being a gentleman.”

Bumblebee laughed at that and took one of my hands in his. “(Y/n), will you go out with me…be, as you humans say…my (boyfriend/girlfriend)?”

I was once again rendered mute by shock, ‘he was serious before!’ A warm feeling spread throughout my chests and my heart started racing at about 100 miles per second. Struggling to find my voice I decided to answer with my actions. I leaned forward and swiftly kissed Bumblebee. He melted into my touch and when we pulled away I could see, and feel, that we were both blushing heavily.

“Yes, Bee…I would.”

The young Autobot began grinning like a love-struck fool and I chuckled and gently guided him to sit down. No sooner had we both sat down then a waiter appeared, seemingly from nowhere; “Here are the menus.” He disappeared as quickly as he came.

I opened my menu and sneaked a glance at Bumblebee who was staring at his menu, confusion evident on his face.

“Do you want me to help you choose?”

-----------------------Timeskip--------------------

I was currently lying on top of my boyfriend of 2 years. Bumblebee was asleep in his berth room and I was dangling a feather over his faceplate. ‘Prowl had helped me get on top of his berth. Every so often he would mumble, twitch or try to escape the ticklish menace.

“He’s so cute it’s hilarious.”

“Cute am I.” I looked into his now open optics. A blush forming on my face.

‘Shoot…did I say that out loud?’

“I think you’re pretty cute too.” I nuzzled into Bee’s chassis and he placed a servo over my small form. All of a sudden he shifted and I had a two-second warning before I was flung in the air. He transformed around me and I landed on the soft seats of Bee’s alt-mode.

“Hey (y/n)?”

I looked at his newly appeared Holoform in the driver’s seat, frowning with slight annoyance at being tossed in the air like a ragdoll, “Yes Bumbleb…” I froze. My frown dropped. He was holding up a silver and gold plated ring with a yellow garnet offset by black diamonds set in it. Love was plainly shown in his eyes.

“What would you say to…marrying me?”

An enormous smile spread over my face. My answer was the same as the first time he asked me out.

“YES, Bumblebee…yes!”

-------------------extra------------------

A small black velvet box rested in the shaking servos of a weeping mech. In the darkness, the vivid violet of their optics faded in time with the cracking of their spark. Smears of rusts and energon marred their once bright purple and gold/brown finish. They didn’t know how long they had stayed this way…ignoring the outside world and letting events replay in their processor; like a waking nightmare.

Shuddering gasps left their prone body until with a sharp intake, they were still. Their optics closed and they remained immobile. Until…with a sudden motion, they clenched their servo, crushing the box and its contents. Insane laughter left their liplates as their optics opened to reveal a brilliant scarlet, all traces of the former mech…gone.

“I’ll destroy you…Bumblebee!”

Author note:

So I hope you enjoyed this. I apologise now if characters are a bit OOC…it’s been a while since I watched any TFA.

The inspiration for the extra Swindle bit at the end of Bumblebee’s ending came from a harry potter fan quote. → Voldemort taught me, ‘that a life without love, isn’t a life worth living.’

#transformers animated #xreader #bumblebee #fanfiction #transformers

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courage-a-word-of-justice · 6 years ago

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I’ll be rolling out the tags around about the time of this post.

Sarazanmai 3

Kisu = kissu (kiss). Update: Or kisu (on the right side of my equation). You do you, subbers.

Goma-ae.

Gomennassara! (Oh, I get it…!)

It never occurred to me that a “micanga” was a bead or small pierced round object of some sort. I thought it was a race track sort of thing, but for soccer. Update: It’s a bracelet/anklet thing.

Wait, so what brought on this change of heart from Kazuki??? Is it like the 1st episode, where it was a daydream that was cleverly presented as real? Update: Yep.

Oh…have you noticed all the victims of Reo and Mabu’s scheme are men of the NEET/freeter age, or approaching that?

Notably, the signature pose of the Sarazanmai seems to be similar to the one Kazuki and Enta did in the soccer team.

I find it interesting that Enta is now the initiator of the Sarazanmai and thus the one to steal the shirikodama. I mean, he used to be the one with the least stakes in the Dish of Hope scenario…and now look at him!

Ooh, Toi is sharpening his ruler! (Or whatever you do in Touken Ranbu with that lil’ beater of his.)

Oh wait, I forgot Ikuhara always has a last-minute twist! Go back, go back!

It seems like Haruka has some kind of illness…hmm. Update: Oh, it’s not an illness per se…spoke too soon.

Haruka’s talking about the Little Prince…hmm. Last time I really bothered to engage with that story in any form was Star Driver.

Fruits Basket 2

I don’t think I ever really chose a side on the Kyo vs Yuki debate, but I guess I always subtly sided with Yuki (even though the end pairing is Tohru and *bleep*). <- sorry, had to censor myself

“It’s important for me to get to school every day!”

Kabedon! Eeeeee! (LOL, I really am a squealy person at heart, aren’t I?)

The writing says “she misheard [what Yuki said] as ‘being sick’”, so it was quite lucky that the word “sickened” worked in context.

Yuki has some mad ninja skills…LOL.

Shigure in a suit looks goooooooooood, man (<- gender neutral use of “man”).

“…the days ahead will be fun.” – Oh, Tohru, you don’t know how wrong you are…(says someone who completed the manga)

Fruits Basket 3

I’m hearing the OP for the first time…and it sounds like an ED. (Probably because I read some impressions that said the same thing earlier today.)

“…included in the zodiac?”

Ooh! Momiji! Wait, er…I didn’t expect him to be so high-pitched…

Lookit the tiny cat icon on the side! It’s cute!!!

*yells* It’s Kagura!!!!!!!! She ain’t my favourite, but man, is it great to see another familiar face!

I’ve been wondering what the title meant when it said “what year is she?” It means “year of the zodiac”.

Fruits Basket 4

“Shii-chan”…?

Kyo-kun ran away before Kagura even started making dinner…

Was Kyo’s katsudon a joke…? (Cats-udon, geddit?...No?)

“…marriage is a girl’s greatest dream.” – That used to be so, Tohru…nowadays, it ain’t.

Lookit how Kyo’s eyes lit up when he talks about his teacher!

OPM 2 2

That title’s…even more counterintuitive than “OPM 2 1”…hmm.

It’s…kind of dark right now.

I think there was bourbon on the counter. Someone likes to drink around here…

I guess with the mass animation exodus, OPM seems kinda…monologue-y. And cheap…

…nope, I take back my words. They were merely saving up for this action scene.

BSD 28 (S3 Ep 3)

Seriously, what are those metal things Dazai was wearing? Anyways, I like how it’s absolutely the norm that Chuuya swears now and I was part of forming that. Because I don’t swear a lot, I think Chuuya makes a nice outlet for my own frustrations...that’s what could be said, anyway.

D’aww. Someone acknowledges Chuuya’s identity. Ain’t that grand? (Now you see why I like Chuuya more than Dazai these days, huh?)

Come to think of it…a person hasn’t died in this show for a while, have they? It just goes to show you that despite one of its major stars being a guy obsessed with shinjuu (double suicide), the creators seem to be emphasising the sanctity of life itself.

Oh, I never thought they had an explanation for Dazai’s coat…

What is the age difference between Chuuya and Dazai anyway??? They’re both 15 during the LN that’s called that, but the exact difference…what is it? Update: Dazai’s birthday is June 19th and Chuuya’s is April 29th, so the difference is 1 month and 21 days (using the idea that 7 days = a week and May is 30 days, that’s 51 days in all).

Ooh, we’re getting Fyodor, Ace and the unnamed kid soon, aren’t we? That also means we’re in unknown territory for myself, too…hmm.

OPM 2 3

When did Saitama last meet Charanko anyway? Charanko is voiced by Toshiki Masuda, so I would’ve kept an eye out for him, but the art shift and the years between seasons mean I don’t remember anymore.

Oof, “justice crashed Mumen Rider’s head” is more like it.

CGI banana…Just saying “CGI banana” is funny.

Kimetsu no Yaiba 4

Headpats, headpats all around!

Hooo…boy. I already knew Sabito and Makomo were dead because Crow and Irina’s collab post was called “The Names of Dead Children”, but how it was delivered…was such a powerful move.

I saw the blonde boy who’s in the OP…hmm. Update: His name is Zenitsu, according to the next-ep preview.

OPM 2 4

When comparing this dissection of monsters against Mob Psycho…the biggest monster Mob has is himself…hmm.

I didn’t expect Saitama to actually enter under Charanko’s name with that wig he got…

“…name as a martial artist.”

Mojo for the dojo, it seems this man wants.

I think the centipede senpai is CGI. Hmm…

It’s been years…I’ve forgotten what Ponytail Head’s name is! (And I call OPM one of my favourite series in anime…!)

Sarazanmai 4

“Writers exist between life and death.” – …is Ikuhara expressing his own thoughts on how anime writers are treated…?

I anticipate a soba pun (soba = noodles and soba = beside [someone]).

“…gives a s***…” – Says you, Toi, with the “Golden Poop” in the background. Then again, that’s just an English pun. Don’t mind me.

Comic Sans…you can’t escape it, even in this day and age…

Yude = to boil, soba…is the noodles. (The “o” on the end of the Monster of the Week’s first name means “man”.) Ikuhara uses Monster of the Week names in service of symbolism, while Takamatsu uses inconsistency for the sake of humour.

Intetestingly, there’s a spiralling blue thing in the background of the dance number and it says “soba” (katakana) and “desire” (yokubou, in kanji).

The headline translates to “Tragedy! It was next to me, but then…” (Kigeki! Sakki made soba ni ita noni…) The subbers had to accommodate the soba pun though, so they went with “so bar away”.

Hmm…now Toi takes centre stage…

2007, huh? How old are Kazuki and co. again?

This is probably the least surprising secret of all, y’know. Also, I think Keppi and Kazuki have cucumbers in their mouths.

They have subs for Stand By Me now!!! Oh mai globbb!

W-Wuh?! I can see why he’d hate Haruka (feelings of “why don’t my parents look at me the way they look at him anymore?”), but…this really turns this entire story on its head!

Kimetsu no Yaiba 5

Interestingly, the “My” in the episode title is Onore (an “I” indicating professionalism).Come to think of it…what is Tanjiro’s pronoun of choice?

Aww…the fact Tanjiro kinda looks like the demon’s (previous body’s…?) bro made the scene kinda cute. Possibly, it could be even enough to drive someone to tears…not that I was driven to tears, of course.

Well, here’s Zenitsu.

This angry kid reminds me of Mike Teevee (from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory). He seems like a rival, but he’ll disappear soon enough. Also, LOL, a sparrow instead of a crow.

“…my whole body hurts.” – Welp, that’s what happens when you lose sleep fighting demons for 7 days straight…

Why the obvious names? (re: Haganezuka – that is, hagane means “steel”…also, Nichirin contains the character for “sun” (at least, I think so…?) and Yoko can be understood to be/homophonous to the word for “sunlight”)

Tanjiro, son of Tanjuro…LOL. That was probably deliberate – it means the first son follows in the father’s footsteps.

For some reason, I wanted Haganezuka to pop out of the comic for the next-ep preview…aww.

Shield Hero 17

How many times did Fitoria say “I’m going to kill the heroes” and Naofumi say variants of “no”? Because of that, I had half a mind to jump ship and head to RobiHachi instead…but keep going.

That cowlick stuff was probably the most fun I’ve had with this show in a while…heh.

Oh great…Naofumi expanded his pseudo-harem to two bird waifus…then again, I had a stupid grin on my face seeing Fitoria’s old master, so maybe it’s not all bad, y’know?

Post-credits scene…keep watching!

Wah-wait…what the heck was that explosion???!!!

BSD 29 (S3 Ep 4)

That’s…Topaz (unofficial name)…ohhhhhhhh dear…

Oooh, Katai! Katai! Yay!!! (As you can tell, I had a very small thing for Katai. He reminds me of En-chan, y’see.)

The CGI in this OP…you can tell there’s quite a bit of it, huh?

It’s Deadmau5 (as the fandom used to joke)!

Fyodor’s eyes of disgust as Topaz dries his hair…hmm.

Older Topaz looks surprisingly like Oda…I don’t remember that exact shot, but it might’ve been in the manga. His background also reminds me of Chuuya’s.

OPM 2 Ep 4 (OPM 18)

“Irksome insect”…says the giant insect.

I think I saw a 7-11 pastiche in the background.

Why does the bird have a human hand in his belly? What??? (LOL)

This tournament arc don’t feel so hype, now that MHA’s is over…

Someone likes Donkey Kong… (referring to Marshal Gorilla and the other Kong guy (Heavy Kong))

Sarazanmai 5

…oh wow. Y’mean Kazuki is adopted???

“Why don’t you say anything, even though you know about me now?” (from Toi) – Probably because Kazuki is as f***ed up as you are, if not worse.

What are those sparkles coming off Sara’s face…? Not sure if they’re a shoujo thing or just…gratuitous sparkles.

LOL, Nioino Fukuro. Basically “pouch of scent” when you insert a space between the second I and the second N and change the first name kanji, plus change the “no” to hiragana.

I know the title of the song is Kawausoiya (translates to “awful otters” or something like that), but “soiya” doesn’t make much sense on its lonesome.

Wait…does that mean Sara is the creature? Or there are two Saras that can look the same, but one looks like the human and one is more kappa-like???

For some reason, I’m getting changeling vibes here…that Kazuki wants to look different to the rest of his family because he knows he’s different.

Hey…there’s this thing called the tourist gaze. It argues that because people create notions of reality differently, people have different ideas of what makes a trip “good” and “authentic”. In the same sense, Haruka’s “false” connection with Kazuki!Sara has become his reality, so it’s not wrong to say this Sara is real for him.

Oh…I just realised some kanji that appar early in the OP are the kanji for “extraction”.

So, uh…in a sense…can I interpret Kazuki’s love for his real mother a Fruedian thing? It seems all men’s love can be interpreted to be Freudian in some way or another…also, Sara kind of looks like his mother in a very “surface” kind of way. That is, they have a very passing resemblance to each other. Update: I’ve been reading some Stephen King lately and if I took anything away from that experience, it would be that everything is Freudian when it comes to men’s experiences. That’s why I say that.

Kimetsu no Yaiba 6

…*remembers something from the collab that was along the lines of “Astral doesn’t like Tanjiro’s green jacket”* Astral’s not gonna like this, then. (For those who don’t know the context, “Astral” is AstralGemini of the Zodiac Room.)

*Tanjiro is told he might not go very far with his demon slaying* *Tanjiro reacts with happiness that he’s on his way to get Nezuko human again* - Uh…I know I’ve watched my share of shonen, but I kind of didn’t expect that and yet also did.

Ugh…it’s the return of CGI Tanjiro…the vegie patch looks good in CGI though, for some reason.

Lemme guess…with a title like that (Swordsman Accompanying a Demon), could it be that Kazumi is a demon???

“I don’t get it at all.” – LOL…that was unintentionally funny (for the second time in this show, the first being Hand Demon).

BSD 30 (S3 Ep 5)

Moby Dick crashing into Yokohama? It was literally years ago for us!

I’m pretty sure these Park guys didn’t exist in the manga. Update: Nope, they did. I’ve read the corresponding chapter, it’s just that that was also 2 years ago…just like the last we saw of the anime.

I love how the “gyaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” ended in blood splatter, literally.

The Park guys apparently come from ch. 44 but Katai comes from ch. forty…what? One? Two? It’s not 40 (Hitori Ayumu), that’s all I know.

Katai is a good boy. You’ll see why in…oh, a few seconds.

Oh, I love the ending of this story. I already know the ending, but seeing it again will be a whole new bag of laughs!

Uh…I forgot how much of an interruption the anime’s humour is. My dream of a “whole new bag of laughs” is at least half dashed…*shoulders slump*

Apparently Atsushi cut his hair himself…not sure if that’ll be a spoiler for later, but it’s still something cool to know.

“So it’s your letter?”

Katai is basically me when it comes to my husbandos. See why I love him???

Come to think of it…I haven’t properly listened to the ED yet! Better do that while I still have the chance.

Fruits Basket 5

Shigure is such a troll…just like I remember him.

Fruits Basket 6

Hatori! Ooh! He’s hottttttt! Sizzling!...Okay, I think you get my point already…

I think someone else (Amelia from A Girl and Her Anime…?) pointed this out…but I don’t understand a speck of German outside 1 – 10 (I remembered the German word for “six” way too well when I was younger). So it would help if they bothered to make the German English as well.

For some reason, the stick figure was both obviously a cost-cutting measure and also elevated the hilarity of that scene…!

I don’t quite know what the Japanese equivalent of the “macaroni and cheese” thing was, but it conveys the same idea in the two languages and makes people laugh along the way, so…*shrugs shoulders* Makes sense, I guess.

Tohru is kandou about meeting an author. Kandou means to be deeply moved (noun form).

LOL, Hanajima reading the book.

…Oh my goodness. I just realised Fruits Basket has a lot of characters with fringes. 90s fringes for everyone!

“…a cartoon about a cat and a rat that are always fighting…” - Come to think of it, Tom and Jerry is popular in Japan.

Shield Hero 18

I think this episode title ends in inbou, which means “intrigue”.

This show is clearly trying to play the same cards over and over again…

Shield Hero 19

Hypocrites! Hypocrites everywhere! *does Buzz Lightyear hand gesture from the meme*

OPM 19 (S2 Ep 6)

The reason the fat guy is called Dave is not just because of B/V confusion, but because debu (without the line in the middle) is a slang word for…wait for it…”fatty”.

Interestingly, Murata previously worked on a oneshot called Gokiburi Buster. I wonder if this Cockroach Boi is from there…?

Did you notice the guys behind the umpire, who had a stretcher at the ready…?

“Mr Saynuthin” seems to be “Nanmoien-san” in Japanese.

“Waganma” seems to be a play on wagamama, or selfish. However, I can’t pin down the pun in the father’s name...

Well, well, well…at least someone acknowledges Speed of Sound Sanic (the ninja, not the CGI abomination or the monkey) is hecka-speedy.

Charanko (the real one)…he has ashi no ura (the back of the foot) written on his bandages…LOL.

Sarazanmai 6

Apparently Kazuki’s (foster) family all wear the same kind of stripes…which is what Kazuki means when he doesn’t want to wear the same kind of clothes as his family.

Okay…so the first set of kanji that appear in the OP are the one for “desire” and the ones after that are “extraction”…geddit? (LOL)

Oh my glob…how in the name of Iyami does Osomatsu-san get so popular that after I watched the first season of that show, it starts appearing in other places as well????

I saw a translation of the Reo and Mabu tweets and apparently at least one of them can make ningyoyaki (a type of cake you can make in all sorts of shapes – scroll down a bit on that page and you’ll find the description of ningyoyaki there).

Uhh…ghh…Keppi pole dancing was disturbing…*soul floats out of body temporarily*

Reo (I think that’s Reo, at least) has ningyoyaki…Update: Yup, that’s Reo.

“Headdress”, huh?

Why does this episode 6 feel like ending material…?

Wait…you’re saying Reo and Mabu are princes of the otter kingdom??? Wuh???

BSD 31 (S3 Ep 6)

(Lucy blushes) Wow…now there’s an option for a het ship right there…not that anyone will take it.

I saw a GIF of Atsushi floating naked and face down in the water (because Irina), but…I forgot exactly how the scenario before it went, so I LOLled.

Oh yeah…this chapter had a tie-in with Mizuki Tsujimura, because Mizuki knew Kyoka’s mother. Also, it shows you can inherit Abilities…

It’s Truck-kun and the curse of the isekai!...Okay, I’m kidding.

Oh yeah…this is the chapter about the Headmaster…

I haven’t been in a good place mentally for the past few years or so, due to my world basically fragmenting around me, so the words “don’t hate yourself” are strong ones coming from a place both nostalgic and new.

Dazai inherits a particularly interesting space in Atsushi’s life. He’s like a brother and father wrapped up into one (Kunikida is the nagging mother in that analogy, LOL), but also obsessed with suicide to the point he can also be a liability.

“…didn’t tell anyone…”

It’s also interesting to compare Tohru (of Fruits Basket) and Atsushi. They’re both selfless, but Tohru’s selflessness is shown to be a double-edged sword while Atsushi’s gives him a lot of resentment but is overall a positive thing.

Aww…seeing Atsushi slowly tear up almost made me tear up too…

Fitzgerald Rising…that’s the name of the chapter where…oh, sorry. It’s been years, so I’ll let it all play out for you and me again without mentioning any spoilers until they happen in (close to) real time in the show, okay?

Fruits Basket 7

This is the first time there’s been English lyrics on the OP for this show…I think.

Who’s this “he” Tohru’s referring to when examining the woman’s picture? Akito, probably, but I’m not 100% sure…Update: It was Hatori, actually.

“Shii-san”, “Haa-san” etc. is…cute. *cue “O kawaii koto…” from Kaguya-sama*

I get the feeling that Shigure is almost like a prototype Dazai (Bungou Stray Dogs). Or they just have a lot in common.

“Are these my just desserts?”

Demon Slayer 7

Nezuko’s playing whack a mol-er, demon, isn’t she??? (LOL)

Whoa…it must be mighty freaky to be floating in a swamp of dead people’s possessions…

Welp, Tanjiro…that’s one way to say “hands off my sister”. *nods* By cutting the demon’s hands off…

I like the contrast between Tanjiro’s callused hands and Kazumi’s smooth ones.

Hey…why does food always get wasted in movies and other media…? I know I’m applying real-life consumption habits to media, but it always looks quite wasteful, y’know…?

OPM 20 (S2 Ep 7)

I never noticed that shot of Watchdog Man in the OP before…huh.

Pig God’s shirt says DEV. It’s a pun on debu (fatty)…again.

Ooh! I saw him in the OP! Flashy Flash! I’ve never seen him in action outside the OP before, but I know his name and appearance from reading around.

“You all are the strongest swordsmen we have.”

Seriously, Saitama, just get something to stick the wig on and you wouldn’t have gotten into this mess. Maybe superglue…(okay, I’m kidding about the superglue).

OPM got really childish this time…

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exhoe-imagines · 7 years ago

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Pricey Presents

Anonymous Requested: Can I request some Tao Christmas morning opening present fluffffffff 😘😘😘😘

A/N: YAY SOME TAO!! I love my baby so much, thank you for requesting him!! I hope you enjoy and Merry Christmas <3 - Admin Ruby

Word Count: 1,302

Warnings: None

“Y/N.”

The soft murmur of your name had you burying your face further into your boyfriend’s chest, groaning a bit when he chuckled.

“Baobei, wake up,” Zitao murmured, his voice still deep and groggy from sleep. You shook your head and wrapped your arms around his waist, sighing in content when you felt his warm skin on your hands. Zitao welcomed your touch and returned the gesture by moving his hands to caress your waist, rubbing small circles on your skin.

You felt yourself slowly lulling back to sleep, only perking up when you felt Zitao’s hand start to tickle your sides lightly.

“No,” you whined, trying to get out of his grasp, but ultimately failing when he held onto your tighter, tickling you faster than before. His childish giggle grew louder the more you squirmed until you finally got out of his grip, sending him a glare once you sat up. He pouted as you moved to get out of bed, and he stuck his hands out, silently begging you to get back in bed.

“I thought you wanted me to wake up,” you teased as you pulled on a sweatshirt, trying to warm up after abruptly leaving the cozy covers. Zitao sent you his best puppy dog face as he shook his head.

“I wanted you to wake up so you would cuddle me,” he grumbled, stretching his arms as he followed you out of bed. You grabbed one of Zitao’s plain shirts off the bench at the end of your bed and threw it at his bare chest, snickering when he stumbled to catch it.

“How dare you treat me like this on Christmas?” Zitao scoffed teasingly, pulling the fabric over his head. Your eyes widened at his words, completely forgetting the holiday you had been waiting months for was finally here.

“Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?” you grumbled, scrunching your nose. Zitao stared at you in disbelief, mumbling something about how he had ‘tried for over an hour,’ but you brushed his words off, grabbing his hand to pull him into the living room.

Your white and silver Christmas tree glimmered under the sunlight streaming through the window, the tinsel and ornaments hung beautifully from the branches. Presents, big and small, sat under the tree, wrapped in different red, black, and white paper. The colors weren’t the most traditional, but Zitao had practically begged you for a white Christmas, and you couldn’t say you were entirely against it.

“I want you to open my presents first,” you told him, and Zitao nodded, plopping down onto the couch and holding his hands out. You handed him one of the smaller gifts first, the little box cleanly wrapped with shiny white paper. Within seconds, the perfect wrapping was completely ruined as Zitao tore the package open, making you chuckle over how excited he was.

He opened the box, smiling when he saw the small stuffed animal inside. Pulling out the plush panda, Zitao blushed a little when he saw it was holding a soft heart that read ‘I love you.’

“I-I know it’s not a lot, I have other presents for you, I just had to get it though.” You moved next to him on the couch, sitting down crisscross as you faced him. Zitao held the panda in his hand, running his fingers over the soft black ears.

“Thank you, love.” He looked up to you, covering his face a bit with his hand as he laughed, his eyes forming into small crescents. You grinned back, happy he was content with his present, before you grabbed another box, handing it over.

Zitao continued opening his presents for a couple more minutes, making sure to kiss you at least once every time he opened a new one. You had gotten him a new pair of sunglasses, a couple of tank tops he had been eyeing the last time you went shopping, and a few pairs of earrings. Zitao had practically screamed when he saw the dangly silver, thanking you a million times before putting them on hastily-making sure to check the front-facing camera on his phone to ensure he looked good.

“Mhm they look good on you,” you told him. The small silver charm hung nicely from his ear, matching his other few piercings pleasantly.

“Yeah?” he asked, playing with the jewelry while you nodded. Your confirmation was good enough for him as he turned off his phone before facing you.

“Your turn.” Zitao grinned, jumping up from the couch to grab the remaining presents from under the tree. You waited excitedly, watching with a grin on your face as your boyfriend tried to balance the boxes in his arms.

“You didn’t have to get me that many presents,” you chuckled, gesturing to the many packages stacked in his grip.

Zitao scoffed, shaking his head. “Baobei, I will spoil you as much as I please.” You blushed and nodded, the endearing term making butterflies in your stomach appear.

You helped grab some of the boxes from Zitao’s arms, setting most of them on the couch and the ones that didn’t fit on the ground. He handed you a couple medium sized packages first, his smirk growing larger when you started to open them.

You carefully tore the wrapping, smiling softly when you saw what was inside. A bunch of clothing you had wanted recently was nicely folded inside the box, shirts and sweaters in all your favorite colors stacked on top of one another.

“Thank you, baby,” you leaned forward to kiss Zitao, pecking his lips soft with yours. The thought that he had remembered exactly what you wanted warmed your heart, and you silently thanked the universe for giving you such an amazing boyfriend.

After you had modeled a couple of the sweatshirts, letting Zitao take a picture of you in every single one and gushing over how cute you looked, you folded the clothes back up and placed them in the box.

The presents didn’t stop there. Boxes filled with jewelry, your favorite snacks, more clothing, and even some of your boyfriend’s own merch were passed your way, and after almost forty-five minutes, you were finally done unboxing them all.

After you had put the last few presents back into their boxes, you cuddled up next to Zitao on the couch, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to get me that much.” He leaned over and kissed the top of your head, smiling against your hair.

“I have one more gift for you,” he chuckled, and you looked over at him with wide eyes.

“Zitao!” you whined, shaking your head. “I don’t need anything else; I already have you.”

He cringed slightly, laughing. “You’re so cheesy, just let me give you this one last present.” You sighed, knowing there was no way of getting out of it, and nodded.

Zitao reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small silver key, handing it to you. You stared at it incredulously before looking up at him in shock.

“I swear Zitao- if you got a car-“

Zitao cut you off, laughing while he shook his head. “I didn’t don’t worry.”

You sighed in relief, the number of cars your boyfriend owned was far more than enough, and you weren’t sure you were ready to take care of another one.

“I did, however,” Zitao started, and you held your breath, “buy us a motorcycle.”

You looked at him with wide eyes; mouth parted in shock. “You’re kidding me.”

He shook his head, a devilish grin spreading across his face.

“So,” Zitao snatched the key from your hand, twirling it between his fingers, “what do you say we go for a ride?”

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thetradeway · 4 years ago

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Session 38 27 Mar 2021: The Flesh Ripper - “We can salvage this!”

The world is a massive bollocking twat this week, so nobody is super happy. Luckily it’s D&D day! Ed reminds us that Melaina did 46 damage in one hit last week, making us all feel inferior. Foul noises are coming from roll20, worrying all of us. Maybe it’s a chest opening noise!

Joe suggests a different noise, one that sounds like a very large beast doing a cross between a belch and a roar, and this one kills Matthew’s sound card. Too much gain on the monster noises.

Matthew heard a news story about a baby shark getting swallowed whole by a crocodile. Tiktok is going to go nuts for that one, they love baby sharks. Ed says he heard about how sometimes baby sharks eat each other in the womb, and it’s the most metal thing he’s ever heard of. There’s a verse for the baby shark song. (We all conspicuously do not sing it, for the sake of Sophie who has never heard it.)

There’s some waffle about the clocks changing while we wait to see if Mina is joining us; she hasn’t been on the group chat today. I send her a message but it doesn’t seem to get delivered. We wait a few minutes to see if she’ll get back to us. Just as Joe gives me control of Kessler, she pops in. lol.

There are some Ever Given memes on the group chat, and then we get started. We are in the Flesh Ripper’s lair…

The arcane casters (except Melaina, who doesn’t have a high enough spell slot yet) all get the Woundbind spell, which they can add to their spell lists.

The doorway on the other side of the canal where we defeated the Black Puddings is blocked with carcasses and bones. Does it look like the flesh has been ripped off them?

DM: “Yeah.”

Ahleqs: “ohhhhh noooooo……”

Kessler rolls Investigation on the pile of... stuff and gets a 15. It’s made of bones and gristle and fat from all manner of creatures from rats to trolls or ogres. The limbs look torn off. (It’s a wookiee - we just need to make sure we let it win.) She can see it will take some strength to shift the bones if we want to get through that tunnel. The roar comes again; we see the back of Ahleqs’ head as he makes a break for it. We could go back and say it wasn’t in…?

We go around the other corner instead and Melaina is immediately attacked by something, finding herself suspended in… something, and her flesh begins to burn.

(Sophie, reading the description of the attack: “‘Engulf’. Bollocks. That sounds awful.”)

She makes a DEX save and escapes. It is a gelatinous cube, AKA, the Dungeon Roomba! (This would explain why the rest of the sewer is so immaculately clean.)

Tarragon Thunderwaves it but it makes the save. She backs up a little. Grease Wizard is up next. He moves closer. “Oh! That thing’s horrendous, look at it.” He throws some acid at it, believing it to be not very dexterous. He is correct - its save is -3, so that is a fail. (Ahleqs, seeing this, warms up a Fireball - forgetting about the gas pockets Shanks warned us about. DM says he can make a Perception check as a free action to see if he smells gas. He rolls a 13; he doesn’t smell anything flammable and is very pleased about this.)

Kessler is up. She is reluctant to punch it, in spite of the potential to make it wobble like a jelly. Ahleqs suggests eating her way out if that happens. She opts for the crossbow instead, and hits it for 5 points of piercing damage. She reloads and fires again for another hit and 10 damage this time. She makes a hide attempt as a bonus action, but she’ll be doing it at disadvantage because she’s trying to hide in nothing. (Cue the Bumblebee gif again.) She rolls two tens and is not hidden. She decides she IS hidden, because she has her hands in front of her eyes. “Close enough.”

Melaina moves and makes a hide attempt, as she is on the other side of the cube now. Nat 20 for a 30 total, she is now in the ethereal plane. She shoots with Sharpshooter, rolling a 21, for 21 plus 13 damage. It wobbles like dropped jelly, and cracks start to form.

Like a blancmange when it goes bad? Well, blancmanges are MADE bad, they don’t GO bad, but yes, like that.

Brother Carl can’t do much. Does he have any paperwork he needs to catch up on? He needs to safeguard both his hit points anyway. He rolls bad on his DEX check to get out of the water and can’t manage it, so he sits down in the water like a toddler having a tantrum in a paddling pool. Not having enough movement to stand back up, his turn is over.

Matthew: “Poor Carl!”

The Cube moves to engulf Ahleqs and Brother Carl - no wait, we’ve missed Ahleqs in the order. Okay, it’s his turn. The cube moves politely back to allow him to go.

The roar comes again and we all immediately panic. Is the ripper approaching?

Ahleqs makes a DEX check to get out of the water on the opposite side to the cube - the same side we found the pile of bones and limbs. He rolls a 21. He scampers up like a gazelle and administers two Eldritch Blasts to the Cube, in short order. “Zap!” A 12 and a 17 for 4 damage total. “Yeah, he better wobble!” Does he sense that it fears him? (Probably not.)

Brother Charity gets a go. Does anyone need any making less poorly?

Us: “You, maybe?”

He slams a potion, regaining 16HP. He holds a healing spell in case something awful happens.

DM: “Okay…. Wheeee!” Oh no. ‘Wheeeeee’ is never a good sound to hear coming from a Dungeon Master.

The cube zooms forward and engulfs Tarragon and Brother Carl, but we both make our DEX saves. It throws a pseudopod at Tarragon but whiffs badly with a nat 1.

Tarragon has had enough; she Rages and hits it with her quarterstaff for 11 damage.

We can see lots of splits in the cube now; it looks in a bad way. Like a chewed Haribo. A sad sight to see stuck to a window in town. Gideon is up - with a little manoeuvring he can throw a Thunderwave at it without hitting Carl or Tarragon. It seems to have a high CON score though so it will likely make its save again… He decides to do an Aganazzar’s Scorcher instead. He stretches out his hands and a big flaming line flies out of them like a flame thrower and burns the shit out of the cube, and Gideon chuckles to himself.

“Engulf this!”

It fails its DEX save and takes 11 fire damage. Woohoo! Does he want to move? No, Gideon is no coward, he’s a stalwart Dwarf dammit.

The small folk are putting the bigjobs to shame today. Kessler gets the how-de-do-dis with her Firebolt. Hey! The bolt penetrates the cube and blows it apart from inside “because I love that kinda shit.”

Melaina is up - wait, what? I thought we did-dis?

There will be a Reason, Duncan is sure. Melaina is AFK so Matthew shouts to the kitchen to ask Sophie what she wants to do. She is cooking ribs. She can’t see what’s going on so she moves forward to attack the cube, not knowing it’s dead. and Joe asks her to show him the path she took. Oh no…

She stumbles into another gelatinous cube. She can make her DEX save, and glides right out of it on the other side to do a backflip and taking no damage. She gives it a stabby with her rapier with a ten, which hits for 7 piercing damage. She yells to let the rest of us know what’s happening around the corner.

Carl stands up and makes another attempt to get out of the water. Really focusing now… a 7. If he goes up to the plank the DM will let him make a STR check to climb up the plank. He rolls a 17! Yeahhhhhh.

It’s the second cube’s turn. Melaina must repeat her DEX save - Matthew will click it for her. a 24!

Brother Carl still gets an attack, so he swings with his mace for a natty 20! Crit table says “Bonk on the noggin. Max damage and roll the damage dice again.” And the mace dissolves…? No, it’s fine. Phew.

DM goes to get more wine, but Ahleqs is up next after that. Would he like to do some spells and shit? He doesn’t want to waste any slots though… Flesh ripper and all…

He will Eldritch Blast again. Zap! Just a hit, with a 20 and a 21 for 13 damage total. Nice.

Charity: “Carl, be careful!” With that, can he scooch past Tarragon? Good luck, she’s raging and all elbows, and will probably do an opportunity attack on him. He slides down the side of the canal instead and goes around her. He clambers back up - well he tries, but rolls a 9 on his DEX check. He goes through all his spells. “That won’t work… Nor that…” He opts in the end for Eldritch Blast and 12 damage total, insisting that it’s ‘divine energy’. Hmmm.

Tarragon rushes forward, still in her red mist, and smacks it with her quarterstaff for 9 more damage; she would move back out of the way to let everyone else get in, but it doesn’t occur to her so she doesn’t.

Gideon does a Chill Touch: “Hyahhh! Ohhhh…” He hits with an 11 for 3 damage. “I’m helping!”

Kessler shoots another Firebolt. 25 to hit and 12 fire damage “to old Blobby.” Kill it with fire!

Melaina backs up and hides, and shoots. She is literally the only competent one among us. 15 hits and 29 damage. Howdy Doody! “It implodes on itself like a nasty custard.”

We beat the dungeon! Yay!

DM: “Nope - not even close.” Aw beans.

Melaina moves forward and finds a loot chest. Too excited to check for traps, she tears it open to find a carved ivory lion with gems for eyes.

Brother Charity scoots around, avoiding Tarragon’s eye line. She growls at him as he goes by, but no-one hears that.

Gideon finds another chest and tries to kick it open but it just rocks back and forth. It doesn’t seem locked upon inspection, so he flips it open to find a blue gem and a sheet of parchment (first level spell scroll). He rolls a D6; a 3. It is a sorcerer spell. He has a bunch of spells so he offers it to Ahleqs.

Gideon rolls a d20 - he gets a 9. It is a scroll of Feather Fall. “Ah! That’s useful!” If he copies it into his book instead of casting it from the scroll, he can learn it. He’ll stuff it into a pocket. He checks on his flumph; it is safe in its pocket-aquarium.

Does Ahleqs want to interact with the chest he’s found? He’s seen others do it; he will try to remember what Melaina does after she says “I’ll check for traps”. He rolls a 17 and doesn’t find any. He can’t find the macro to roll for treasure at first; he gets it together and opens the chest to find 140sp.

Have we looted this part of the dungeon already - oh shit there’s some kind of slurping, gurgling growl. Melaina runs back to hide behind the pillar. We might have to deal with them bones, the ones blocking that pathway...

Brother Charity sweeps dramatically down the stairs toward Tarragon and attempts an ode - Matthew plays the worst audio I’ve ever heard. It’s a very badly sung song, ending with a marriage proposal.

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Tarragon: “Does 23 hit you?”

Charity: “23 hits the fuck out of me.” She does 9 bludgeoning damage with her quarterstaff.

DM: “So you were actually singing that?” Ohhhhh nooooo. This is DM speak for ‘good luck fuckers, the Flesh Ripper heard you.’

We all immediately shit ourselves, but nothing happens straight away. We are all still digging in the bones. Kessler moves forward to Goblin Smash the pile; not the most stealthy tactic. We persuade her to wait a moment before going ham on the bones.

Melaina thinks she could squeeze through the little gap at the top. She and Tarragon make Stealth and Dex checks while Brother Carl helps Brother Charity up; Charity takes a health potion.

Melaina can’t quite get through the hole, but Tarragon scrambles up and through it - not quietly, however.

She finds the Flesh Ripper.

Tarragon presses herself into the wall on the other side - she makes a stealth check with Guidance and manages to keep out of its sight. (Notes are a little spotty from here as I am panicking.)

Tarragon makes a Minor Illusion of the thing on the other side of the pile of bones so the others can see it.

Ed: “Put that away! Put that back in the monster deck!”

Ahleqs casts Mage Hand to cover his eyes, only then realising that its translucent.

Can we fit the armoured goblin through the gnome hole?

Charity asks if he can cast a proprietary spell; Gideon wants to know how many musical numbers are involved. None, his solar plexus has learned his lesson.

He scrambles up and tries to follow his true love through the hole. He’s doing great stealth, but his DEX isn’t going so well so he is struggling to scramble through. He manages eventually, and joins Tarragon on the other side.

Tarragon whisper-apologises for hitting him but says she doesn’t want to marry him. He presses his finger to his own lips, and then to hers; she bites him. He rolls CON to keep from yelping with pain but fails, and we roll initiative.

FUCKkkkkkkkckKKKKCKKkk!

Joe mutes his microphone so he can laugh, and the Flesh Ripper descends upon Charity and Tarragon.

It does something called Whirlwind of Claws which forces a DC19 DEX save. (DC! 19!!!) Tarragon and Charity both fail and take 44 - that’s FORTY FOUR - points of damage. The attack pushes the rest of the bones out of the tunnel, letting the others in behind us thankfully. Charity also does some cold damage to the thing when it hits him.

They all roll initiative and join us.

Joe: I will say one word to you before we start: Primara. (The unicorn!)

Gideon goes first and busts out the big guns. He can cast Fireball at the thing’s head and miss us, because it’s so huge. He also thinks the stonework will take a blast, so he goes for it. It fails its DEX save, ha HA! That means that it takes 27 fire damage and anything flammable in the area also bursts into flame. “Take that, you big monstrosity - die!”

Can it see those of us on the other side of the little tunnel? Yes, because it’s crouching down and looking for us.

Ahleqs also does a Fireball.

Tarragon, panicked, Rages and goes Brown bear.

Melaina shoots with her bow, with a 22 which hits. She does 28 damage. How de do dis??? Please??? She moves back into the water.

Kessler runs at the thing and smashes it with her Thunder Gauntlets. Dirty 20 to hit, for 11 Thunder damage. She uses Fury of the Small to do another 6 damage on top, and goes for another punch. 22 to hit, and ten more Thunder damage. Good opening salvo. As she’s using Guardian armour, she can force disadvantage on the Flesh Ripper if it attacks anyone other than her for the next round. Noice.

Brother Carl is up. He prepares himself for another round of combat in a water trough, as Matthew forgot about him. He makes a DEX check to climb up the side and rolls an 8 which is a failure. He uses the rest of his movement to stand up and look sheepish.

Brother Charity, and the Flesh Ripper is on deck. “I think we may have got off on the wrong foot here…” he casts Magical Glove, aka Shillehglghlbhgllehhlahh. 23 hits, and he does 12 bludgeoning and 2 fire damage. Fire damage? Huh.

The flesh ripper makes a multi attack which gives it FIVE ATTACKS. It misses Kessler with its bite and goes for a slash with its claws, so she reaction-shields. It claws again and misses, and goes for another which also misses.

It does Whirlwind of Claws again. Charity and Kessler go down, and Tarragon is almost re-gnomed.

Gideon calls us back, hoping that those of us still up can hear him. He then does a Ray of Enfeeblement on the Flesh Ripper. He misses. “BALLLLLLLS!”

Kessler, raising her unconscious head for a moment for a spot of sass: “I really dislike that dwarf.”

Gideon: “At least I’ll be alive next round.”

(Savage. lol.)

Ahleqs calls Primara, who rolls initiative to join us.

That was his bonus action. He apologises to Primara for getting her killed, then does another fireball. It makes its save and Ahleqs rolls low on the damage, so it only takes 8 fire. Ahleqs, to himself: “Do I run away?”

Primara moves forward to do a Healing Touch on Brother Charity, who regains consciousness and 11HP. He assumes it was something he did. She then casts Shimmering Shield on Tarragon, which gives her a +2 bonus to her AC.

Bear-Tarragon makes a multi attack and hits twice; the thing is starting to look ‘mildly wounded’. She’ll take it.

Melaina tries Hideous Laughter. “Bazinga.” It fails its save, yay! It falls prone, and incapacitated. We have a choice here - we can cut and run or marmalise it. She rolls to see which way it falls - it collapses on bear-Tarragon, who is trapped underneath it and takes 9 damage.

Kessler makes a death save and rolls a 7 - a fail.

Brother Carl tries to get out of the stuff again. (Maybe he and Popcorn should babysit each other.) He rolls a 4.

Brother Charity is up next. He takes a risk and uses a bonus action to use his healer’s kit. He has to roll 13 or more - and gets a 24. (He injects himself with adrenaline. “I’M ALIVE!!!!”) He Cure Woundses the living shit out of Kessler with a fourteen and shlblgheghldsdllghhs the Flesh Ripper with a Nat 20! Stunning blow - Max damage and the target must make a DC14 Con save or be stunned. (If this fails, it’s back on its feet as it has saved from the Hideous Laughter now.) He lucks out - the Ripper rolls a 7 and is stunned!

It misses its turn as it’s stunned. (It automatically fails saving throws now.) Boom for big fireball damage from Gideon - but no, it only takes 21 fire damage.

Ahleqs is up. “Okay. Um. Do I have to climb out?” (of the bone rubble). Yes, a DC10 DEX check to get out. “It’ll be fine, it’ll be fine, check this out. Yay! Just enough.” He rolls an 11. He stands behind Charity and casts Burning Hands at level 2 for 14 fire damage. It looks a bit bloodied. Huh. Ahleqs gets a nosebleed and takes a few steps back.

Primara is up next. She comes up to Tarragon and does a Healing Touch to give her 11 HP back, and then Shimmering Shield again, and darts back out of range. Me, OOC: “Thank you, I say in Bear.”

Bear-Tarragon does another multi-attack - one hits the other misses, doing ten damage total.

Melaina takes aim with her bow, with encouragement from Goose. 28 damage! (Sophie, OOC: “That’s actually pretty disappointing damage.”)

Kessler is next. She gets up and clicks her neck. She goes right for the groin with her Thunder Gauntlets, 18 to hit and 6 Thunder damage. The second below the belt shot is only a ten so it misses. She dodges around it and disengages as her bonus action.

What does Brother Carl want to do? Splash around in the water? Play with a rubber duck? He decides to try the plank to help himself get out and rolls an 8 STR check. He punches the wall. DM is feeling charitable; he can make a DEX check as well if he likes. Nat 20! He basically levitates out of the water. Ahleqs holds up a little placard with ‘9.5’ on it.

Brother Charity is up. “Ohhhhh balls.” He sighs and does shillebblhlghsfflgjhheh. “Twelvesies?” That’s a miss. “I gently pat him on the shin.” Bonus action - healing potion. Wise. He regains 5HP.

It does the whirlwind again - Tarragon is gnomed and knocked out, and Charity also goes down. The flesh ripper crawls over him to get to the others.

It then hits Brother Carl with a 30 and a 19 - 49 slashing damage total. He goes down, no duh.

Gideon is next, and he casts Haste on Melaina. More speed, AC, DEX and attacks. Woo! He’s basically turned her into a superhero.

Kessler: “Or a super villain.”

Melaina hurriedly: “Shut up…”

Ahleqs is up. He doesn’t need to be in melee with it so that Melaina gets advantage, right? Cool, then he will cast Misty Step and not needlessly throw his life away. For his action he can do a cantrip, so he does Eldritch Blast and uses ToC. “Is that a good idea…?”

Chorus of “Do it do it do it.” Big money, no whammies. Two hits! 7 damage, plus 3. ten total, and he rolls on the old chart. 51: A spectral shield hovers near him for the next minute, granting him +2 to AC and immunity to Magic Missile attacks. He’s protected from Kessler if she goes more rogue than usual, sweet.

Primara moves forward to gently nuzzle Tarragon and brings her back with 11HP. She gives her a quizzical look, and says “teleport?” in her head in Elvish. Tarragon is good in here, but thanks. She politely declines and prepares to do some more battering.

She casts Greater Shilldhbbblhlshggewehh, and hits with a 21 for just 9 damage. “What? This spell is BALLS!” (In addition to the ‘DM win’ button, Joe apparently has an ‘offer false hope’ button.)

Melaina rolls to hide with a 23. “Hidden?” Yes. She shoots twice; thanks Ed. She misses twice. “Sorry, Gideon, I’m wasting my gift.”

Kessler is going to - let’s see… Magic Missile…? Would need to cast it at level 2… That would be four darts… (Ahleqs from the back, sounding pleased: “I’m immune to that.”) No, she thinks her crossbow will do more damage, so she takes aim once at each head. the first misses, as does the second. Bonus action she drinks a GHP.

(Matthew OOC: “Can I just point out that Magic Missile would have hit four times.”)

Brother Carl makes a death save, and passes with a 14. Charity rolls a death save and passes. He gets HP back… It’s a thing he can do. Hmmm.

He is still under the flesh ripper though. He casts Vampiric Touch on it. Can’t miss, as his face is pressed against its undercarriage. Can he have ADV on the roll? Yeah, okay. Oh, apparently he can miss.

Tarragon and Kessler see, to our horror, the wounds on the hide of the thing start to knit back together.

Tarragon: “Ah, fuck.”

Kessler: “That ain’t right.”

It turns around and does the whirlwind thing again; Tarragon goes down. It crawls over her and attempts to eat Primara. It attacks with a 22 and does 14 slashing damage, then attacks again with a 30 for 19 damage. Then attacks AGAIN with a 22. Then it bites her with a 23 and does 10 piercing and 2 poison damage.

Primara casts Heal Self - phew! Then she teleports herself and Tarragon out of there. Gideon’s turn.

He can see the flesh ripper’s weird grey bits, so he has line of sight. He doesn’t have an awful lot of time for this creature so he burns it again, hoping that the burning prevents the regeneration. DEX save! He is running out of spell slots though. It rolls a 19 - “Ah, that bitch!” It’s still engulfed in flame though. He might have a scroll here somewhere… He has invincib - no, invisibility. (Invincibility would be pretty fuckin’ useful.)

Gideon may cut and run, it depends how the rest of this goes. For the time being, he will hang around. How generous. “Use fire!” he directs us all.

Ahleqs spends some time calculating distance before casting Eldritch Blast with ToC. He rolls a dirty 20 and a 17 for 8 total Force damage. “That’s a small number!” Creatures have Disadvantage on saves versus his next spell for a minute. That’s good.

Now comes the sad moment where we see the unicorn removed from the turn order, probably. She has a legendary action and uses it to heal herself. So not dead just yet, but she can’t do much else this turn.

Tarragon passes a death save. “Yeah. Winning at life.”

Melaina has been watching the ripper with her beady little peepers. (Ed returns from somewhere. “Is it dead? Did we win?”) Can she hide, on the basis that she can see it but it can’t see her? Yes, so she rolls a 27. She is hidden! She shoots with a 21 for 27 damage, and takes her second attack. She risks using Sharpshooter again, but misses. She has extra movement from the Haste spell, so she uses it to step over Brother Carl’s body and move a little further away from the Flesh Ripper.

Kessler rolls a death save - an 18.

Brother Carl rolls a death save - a 2, so a fail.

Charity rolls a death save - a 5, so another fail.

The Flesh Ripper takes a turn, and uses it to do whirlwind of claws against Ahleqs and Gideon. Even if he passes, Ahleqs is going down. Oh, also Melaina gets to roll versus this attack as well, Joe says. Gideon, predictably, fails the save. Less predictably, he is still up after the attack. Melaina makes the save so she only takes 22 damage. Only! No wait - she has Evasion. No wait, no she doesn’t, we’re only level 6. She has Uncanny Dodge though, so she takes quarter damage, so 11. “No thank you! Not today!”

It’s still got four attacks. Aw, fuck.

It bites Gideon. “That modifier is monstrous, I hate it.” He goes down. “I should have run away, no!!! Oh, what a horrible place to die!”

Melaina is the last one standing.We could legitimately be looking at a TPK, here...

At least our bones will all lay together.

The only thing Primara can do is resurrect us if we die, and she can only do that once; she darts away and tries to hide so she can emerge and save us if we actually die.

Gideon rolls a death save (ten - pass), as does Ahleqs (also a ten). Then Tarragon (18).

Wait - Gideon’s Haste spell in Concentration. When he goes down it drops. Ed, reading the spell description for the first time - “oh no! Oh fuck! Ohhhh…” In his defence, he wasn’t expecting to get mullered in one round.

Melaina can’t move on her turn now, or take actions until her next turn because the Haste has dropped. Can she go limp and slide into the water like an octopus? The DM - very generously - lets her take a bonus action to hide. “I can feel a natural 1 coming on…” She rolls a 14 total - the thing’s Passive Perception is 12, so she is hidden. Skin of our knickers.

Kessler makes her next death save with a 17. The Brothers also make saves; Carl rolls an 8 and Charity a 19. Ahleqs rolls a death save and gets a 9 - a fail.

Ed, OOC: “We can salvage this!”

Primara has a go at Entangling the flesh ripper; she thinks it’s probably pointless to try, but it rolls a 13 to save versus the spell and is entangled! Yay!

Tarragon fails her next death save. Melaina is up. Can she get past it? She can dash as a bonus action… She shoots at it while hidden first, using her ‘everything-I’ve-got’ button. 18 hits, but she only gets 27 damage. DM tells us not to run - we are SO CLOSE to killing it. Melaina runs to join Primara, whose space she can share because the unicorn is Tiny.

Kessler makes her death save and stabilises. Brother Carl rolls a nat 1 - and dies.

Fuck.

Brother Charity rolls a success on his save with an 11. The Flesh Ripper tries to break free of the Entangle - and fails! Yay! It regenerates some HP though.

Gideon makes a death save - and gets a 19. He’s closer to being alive than dead - but in a death save sense, not a general sense. Ahleqs rolls a ten - another success.

Ed realises he missed a death save, and rolls it now - he succeeds, and Gideon stabilises. Yay! That was a good decision.

Primara is up. Joe checks some spells… She can’t do anything to help so she stays put. Tarragon fails a death save. (Next turn, either way...)

Melaina sneaks to the door and hides, and shoots - but misses with a ten. She recedes back like a turtle into her cave.

Kessler stabilises.

Brother Carl is dead, so Brother Charity rolls a save and he stabilises too. Phew.

Flesh Ripper goes next, and tries to break free but is still Entangled! Here’s our Hail Mary.

Ahleqs rolls another death save - and succeeds, stabilising. “In a number of hours, I can crawl my horrid carcass…”

Tarragon fails her last death save - and dies.

Fuck.

Melaina rolls a 13 to hide. She shoots with an 18 and hits, for 28 damage - how-de-do-dis!

The arrow goes into one of its’ horrible heads, which looks at the other head and goes “what the fuck!” And it dies. Joe plays some horrible audio. Final Fantasy Fanfare!

Primara comes out and says she has the power to bring one of us back - but only one. They have to choose - Brother Carl, or Tarragon.

Gideon thinks it’s not a hard choice. Melaina doesn’t want to say it too quickly.

They wait an hour while Primara goes about raising Tarragon from the dead, by casting the spell Raise Dead. Some of the others regain consciousness over the course of the hour. There are no more monsters around, so we can take a rest if we want.

We very much do want.

On the plus side, we can level up - yay!

#dnd #thetradeway #campaign diary #character death

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Every odd number from the ask thingy :3

3 Fears: Bees, being alone forever, losing the people I care about.

2 turns on: Physically a nice smile and great ass. :P

My best friend: Tracey (who doesn’t have a tumblr that I know of.)

How tall am I: About 159cm give or take last I checked.

Favourite color: Blue, in all it’s shades.

Favourite place: Besides my house, the beach I guess.

Shoe size: I think either a 7 or 8 but it could be 9 too. In Australian sizes.

Hair color: Brown with natural red highlights in some light.

Favourite song: At the moment, Youngblood by 5 Seconds of Summer.

How I feel right now: Contemplative. (As long as I don’t think out the fact I could get called in to work again, then I’d be annoyed.)

My current relationship status: Single and not really looking at the moment. (You know, need to work on me and all that stuff.)

Favourite season: Spring or Summer.

Tattoos and piercing i want: Maybe to redo my ears as they closed over.

Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? Sometimes, not often. Although I do get a few good night tumblr messages now and then. :D

How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? Forever.

Where am I right now? My house at my laptop.

Do I live with my Mom and Dad? Sure do, it works for me.

Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? Yes.

If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? Oh geeze, that’s tough there’s so many people I’d be here all day rattling off names.

Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? I guess behind it as I’m not as outgoing as someone would need to be in front of it.

Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Video chatting even though I don’t do it often as I get nervous on the phone sometimes.

Do I believe in magic? Sometimes. :D

What’s the weather like right now? It’s Melbourne, it can’t make up it’s mind. Cool at the moment, but maybe that’s just me. :\

Do I have any nicknames? Ange, Angie, Sky, Queenie (rarely)

Can I touch my nose with a tounge? Nope, just tried it.

What was I doing last night at 12 AM? Watching a twitch streamer (AussieYak). He was either finishing Earthbound or starting SGZH: School Girl Zombie Hunter.

What is my favorite word? Erm, I don’t think I can say that here. :P

If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? Tough question, never really thought about it. :(

What is my current desktop picture? Default one for Windows 10, I haven’t bothered to change it yet.

Bought condoms? Nope.

Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? Nope.

Smoked weed? Nope, curious about it though.

Drank alcohol? Sure have. :D

Been overweight? Still am. :|

Gotten my heart broken? Yeah.

Been in airplane? Yep.

Wore make up? Sometimes.

Had a surgery? Yeah, a few.

Stalked someone on a social network? Not obsessively, just the normal stuff people do with famous socials. (As far as I know. :|)

Been rejected by a crush? I think so.

Do I like my handwriting? Not really, but it doesn’t change so I’m stuck with it, yay. -_-

Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? I’m not really sure to be honest.

What my greatest achievments are: My multiple diplomas. :D Too bad they haven’t gotten me a proper job but you can’t win ‘em all.

What I’d do if I won in a lottery: Spend some, give some to friends and family, maybe donate some. Depends on how much I won.

My closest Tumblr friend: At the moment I’d say you to be honest.

Are you outgoing or shy? Shy, very shy.

Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? I highly doubt it.

Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Most likely my parents or my friend Tracey.

What are your 5 favorite songs right now? Now this are only at the moment and subject to change but for now: Youngblood by 5sos (as above), Remind Me to Forget by Kygo & Miguel, Sugar We’re Going Down by Fall Out Boy, POWER by Kanye West, Life After You by Daughtry.

Do you think there is life on other planets? I think so.

Do you like your neighbors? They seem nice enough. (Except the ones that to burnouts at stupid o’clock at night.)

Favorite part of your daily routine? I don��t really have one, breakfast maybe?

What do you do when you wake up? Stay in bed for a bit before getting breafast and a hot chocolate.

Do you ever want to get married? If I manage to find the right person, sure.

Would you rather live without TV or music? Oh gee, that’s hard as I adore both but I guess TV. (Maybe I can cheat and youtube stuff?)

What are your favorite stores to shop in? K-Mart, Big W, EB Games, JB Hi-Fi

Do you smile at strangers? Sometimes, if I’m in a good mood.

Ever wished you were someone else? Yeah, for sure.

Last thing you ate? Some sweet bread from BonBons Bakery.

Ever been in love? Yeah, I have.

Twitter or Tumblr? Tumblr although I do have both. :D

What colour are your towels? It varries but my best on is a navy blue.

First person you talked to today? My manager when I was called into work.

Name a person you hate? I’d rather not, besides, as annoying as I find certain workmates, hate’s a bit of a strong word. :|

Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? A certain workmate, not that I’d do it but it’s tempting.

Have any pets? A chocolate beagle named Bessie.

Do you regret anything from your past? Yeah, there’s somethings.

Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? Do famous fan girl crushes count?

Do you believe in true love? Yeah, I do.

Do you believe in ghosts? I could I guess.

#rivela

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Basking in Firelight:Jamilton Sequel

Masterpost

Chapter Sixty-Five:

Bloodbath

Remember that animatic for the Impossible Duet I mentioned all that time ago? Well I took out a chunk of stress by working on it and it's gone from 3 to 50 completed frames yay!

Ready for a long ass chapter?

I promised I would be nice this chapter. So here I am, being nice. *Sigh* so dull.

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Warnings below

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"Don't move or I'll blow your head off," the voice growled.

Oh shit.

What could Hamilton do? It was pitch black and he had a gun to his head. Wait a minute, it was pitch black.

Bluff

"I might say the same to you," Hamilton said confidently, "Move an inch and you die. I know these tunnels better than you, you damnable Govey." As he talked, he silently pulled out his gun and aimed it as well. Now he wasn't bluffing.

The other person just started laughing, "Alexander?"

"Burr?"

"Sir!" He was still laughing. "I almost shot you!"

"I still might," Hamilton growled.

Burr's laughter immediately ceased. "As much as I'd be willing to let you, I'm afraid now is not the best situation."

"Now is the best situation. I could shoot you and blame the Goveys so Jefferson wouldn't even be mad."

Burr sighed. "Alexander, get a little perspective. We need to work together to put an end to this."

"Rich, coming from you. You know these passages so well and your position with Adams makes it so easy to go turncoat and let them in these tunnels with you as their guide. I've heard how you disappear so easily and move like a ghost around the Manor."

"Yeah, to avoid people," Burr scoffed. "Do you really think I'd turn when I'm finally in the position I wanted for so long?"

"I think you're still salty and bitter and don't give a damn about what happened to anyone else as long as you get what you want."

Burr chuckled darkly but before he could reply, a panel opened up right next to them, bathing them in light, temporarily blinding them. All they could make out was the outline of a man.

***

Okay, this was seriously starting to bother Jefferson. He couldn't find anyone. Not any Goveys not any of his friends. They were just gone. He hadn't checked every room yet but he should've come across more than he has. What was going on?

He kept wandering until finally, he came across a room with two Goveys. Finally. He opened the door just enough for their words to be clear. Eavesdropping, rude right?

"-and gathered in the ballroom."

"The ballroom? I thought the plan was the dining room?"

"They keep changing it. Agent Ghost gave them some new information for the trap."

Trap? Shit. A trap for who? For them?

"Oh, makes sense." The two soldiers walked out of the room and Jefferson quickly navigated the tunnels so he was walking right along with them inside the wall. If he listened hard enough, he could barely make out what they were saying.

"I bet there's food in the kitchen, wanna raid it?"

Oh hell no.

"Hell yeah!"

Fuck.

Jefferson opened the wall and pulled the one walking in the back into the wall without the other noticing, flicking his wrist so his blade slid between the man's ribs, piercing his lungs so he couldn't scream and then put him out of his misery. The wall closed and both Jefferson and the remaining soldiers walked on.

"Hey Fred, do you think they have smoked ham? Fred?" The man turned around and found an empty hallway. Jefferson slipped out of the wall and stood behind him.

The man turned around, "Oh hello, my name is Jefferson. You're in my Manor. Your friend was too. Fred, was it? Well, not anymore." The man went for his gun but Jefferson flickered his wrist and rested the tip of the blade at the top of his throat. "Now tell me about this trap."

***

Hamilton whirled and aimed his gun at the chest of the new arrival and pulled the trigger. But the man dove out of the way yelling, "Shit!" He hit the floor with a heavy thud but managed to transform it into a roll and came up standing, hands raised outward toward Hamilton, fingers splayed apart in a halting gesture. Hamilton reaimed, adrenaline and anger at Burr still pounding through him. "Don't shoot!" the man yelled. Hamilton's finger tightened on the trigger but Burr shoved his arm down and the bullet discharged into the floor.

"What the hell, Burr?!" Hamilton yelled, rounding on Burr.

Burr looked like he wanted slap Hamilton but instead, he said with quiet wrath, gesturing to the man, "Did you want to shoot Laurens? I'm sorry I thought he was on our side."

"What?" Hamilton looked back at the man, confused, and to his shock, found Laurens standing there.

"You tried to fucking shoot me!"

"I- I'm sorry John, I though were a Govey," Hamilton stammered.

"A Govey?! Oh yes, I'm sure a Govey would have gone for surrender instead of shooting your face off. Maybe that was a better option!" Laurens' anger rose.

"Believe me, John, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I should've paid more attention."

"Hell yeah you should be, frankly at this point I wouldn't be surprised if you were trying to shoot Burr too."

"Heh heh, yeah..." Hamilton trailed off.

"Let's just go back to how we used to work together when we were stealing tanks," Burr defused the situation.

"Yeah, yeah, let's go back to that. Look, man, I'm sorry I got flustered and yelled at you," Laurens said, sticking out a hand for Hamilton to shake.

"And I'm sorry for almost shooting you," Hamilton smirked, grasping his hand firmly.

John grinned wickedly before pulling Hamilton off balance and to his chest, planting a kiss right on his lips, too quick for Hamilton to stop and too short for him to push away. Laurens laughed as Hamilton's face flushed from either blush or fury, Hamilton wasn't quite sure which. "Now we're even," Laurens cackled.

Before Hamilton could cuss him out, heavy footfalls came from just outside the room. "The yelling came from in here!" Goveys. Lots of them.

Laurens shoved Burr and Hamilton back into the wall, but it was too late for him to slip in too, so he slid the wall shut, soldiers trampling into the room.

"John!" Hamilton yelled, hitting the wall, but Laurens had his back pressed against it so that Hamilton couldn't open it again. Burr grabbed Hamilton and pulled him away right as gunshots went off, bullets tearing through right where they'd been standing. As Burr dragged Hamilton away, kicking and yelling, he could faintly here the distinct sound of a body drop and I muffled voice cheer, "Got one!"

***

Jefferson pulled his hostage into the wall so no one else would happen upon them, he pressed his blade harder to his throat, drawing a bead of blood. "Talk," he commanded.

The man looked like he was about to cry, but he managed to keep his pride. He was a soldier after all. "You'll kill me anyway."

Jefferson was a pretty terrifying guy when he wanted to be. Every muscle in his body rippling with fury and barely leashed rage, a leash that could snap at any second. His eyes turned to a cold wrath that could freeze people mid step. But he couldn't crack this guy. "Kill me, you're getting nothing from me," the soldier spat.

Jefferson tried every tactic in the book short of torture. He wasn't a monster.

So he hog tied him and left in the wall next to his dead friend. At least he didn't kill him, right?

The ballroom. What was going down in the ballroom? A trap of some kind. That's where all the presidential staff would be, including Burr and Adams, the presidents themselves. No wonder Jefferson couldn't find anyone, they were all there. But if it were a trap, was it a trap set for him and Hamilton? Designed for them to come out of the walls? Or was it planned for them to come through the front door? Was it even for them?

Well, who else would it be for?

And then there's the alleged traitor. Hamilton was right. So who was it? Burr? Adams? A cabinet member? The cook? There was always something in involving a cook it seemed. If only Mulligan wasn't on tour in Europe showing off his new fashion line, he was good at this spy stuff.

He had to find Hamilton and discuss their next move. Laurens too. Where could he have possibly gotten off to?

Jefferson turned left, guessing where Hamilton would most likely be. Come on, think Jefferson, think. If he were a Govey mole and knew about the passages, how would he set up a trap to catch two of the most skilled fighters that knew every nook of the Manor?

Simple. Get them out of the Manor.

No. To predictable. The trap was in the ballroom.

Right?

He took another left, sliding open a wall, crossing a room and opened a different wall. He stepped into the completely separate network of tunnels. So intricate. He was kinda proud, he was probably the only one that wouldn't get lost in these.

He hoped Hamilton could find his way okay. He kept moving.

Then he stopped moving. He heard a peircing scream. He was moving again.

Fast.

It wasn't far away and he could hear the gunfire through the walls. He finally made it to the source and looked into the room only see Angelica holding her hand to her bloodied stomach as she faced off ten or more Goveys. Jefferson burst into the room, not bothering with any blades and just straight up shot them all. He reholstered and ran to Angelica as she slid to the floor, her face twisted in pain.

"Angelica!"

"Jefferson," she huffed, "I had it handled."

"I know darling, I just couldn't resist."

"That's twice now Jeffershit, find your own goddamned Goveys."

"Sure thing, darling, right after we take care of you." Jefferson knew she was in bad shape because she didn't protest when he scooped her up in his arms, just a hiss of pain and the grinding of her teeth. He carried her into the walls and immediately took a path that sloped up.

"Keep pressure on that wound, darling."

"Shut up."

Jefferson chuckled. "Almost there. Just hang on."

"Fuck you."

At least she still had her spirit. He nudged open a familiar door and gently settled Angelica onto a couch. It was the room that Hamilton and he used to escape to, his cello was in here somewhere. But this was a bunker, not just a retreat. It was stocked with ammo. "Stain my couch and you and I will have a problem," Jefferson said as he stood to find something to wrap her wounds with. Her response was to wipe her bloody hand all over the couch. "You bitch."

"You can't do a thing cause I'm dying," Angelica said impishly, trying to keep her voice level but failing.

"You're not dying, you're being dramatic," Jefferson lied. If she didn't get a real doctor soon, she would, in fact, die.

Jefferson returned to her, first aid kit in hand, and starting dressing her wounds. When he finished bandaging it up, she grabbed him by the lapels and hissed, "Live, goddamnit. Leave me here and find Hamilton. Kill every single one of those motherfuckers that dared step foot in here, got it?"

"Don't be re-"

"Got it?" she said forcefully. It wasn't an option. Jefferson nodded. "Come back when you're done, make me proud, Jeffershit."

"I'll get you back for my couch later. In the meantime, stay alive." Jefferson restocked on ammo and left to find Hamilton.

***

Hamilton punched Burr in the face and Burr took it without a flinch. "I could've saved him!" Hamilton screamed.

"You would've died," Burr replied calmly, wiping the blood from his face and continued dragging Hamilton down the hallways.

They weren't really hallways though, were they? They were inside the walls.

Wallways.

Burr continued dragging Hamilton down the wallways. He paused at an intersection, looking left then right before turning right.

"Do you even know where you're going?" Hamilton asked, rage still lacing his voice.

Good, Burr thought, let him be angry. If he's angry, he can fight. If the grief set in, they were screwed. "Yes," he replied simply.

"Then where are we going?"

"This way." Hamilton rolled his eyes and wrenched his arm out of Burr's grasp. "Alexander, this is not the time for this bullshit."

"Oh I'm sorry, would you prefer to have had it two hundred years ago? Oh wait. We did. And you shot the fucking president."

Burr decided this would not be the oppurtun time to point out he didn't shoot the deputy. "Yeah, and now we're alive again and living through hell together. So grow up before someone else does too. Think you feel bad now? Keep dragging your feet and standing around and next thing you know, Jefferson will be dead too." That might have been a bit to far. He could tell because Hamilton decked him in the face again.

Burr picked himself off the floor, dusting himself off. "He has an outrageously strong throwing arm, doesn't he?" a southern voice drawled from the shadows.

"Like you wouldn't believe," Burr rubbed his face.

"So much power packed into one little body," Jefferson commented.

"Fuck you," Hamilton snapped.

"Glad to see you're okay. Anyone know where Laurens is at? He kinda disappeared on me."

Burr and Jefferson could sense Hamilton's impending breakdown. Somehow they both knew what to do. Make him angry. Keep him angry and he stayed alive but once he broke they were all done. Burr and Jefferson shared a look. They needed to distract him.

Burr said the first thing that came to his mind, "Laurens and Alexander kissed."

Jefferson dropped his cane. It clattered to floor in shocked silence. A moment later, Hamilton muttered, "Burr, you motherfucker."

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Warnings: Blood, gruesomeness, gore, killing, character deaths, death, lots of death, battle, war, yeah...dark chapter

#jamilton #my-dear-hammy

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