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misserabella · 2 years ago

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gonna need an abby version of your ‘sexting ellie williams’ fics bc god am i obsessed with that woman

a/n; you ask and you shall receive

sexting with gf! abby! ♡

pt2

cw; +18 content! minors dni!, sexting, drinking (reader is in a party and drunk), description of a video of reader touching herself, abby being as cocky as ever, top! abby, bottom! reader, fingering, praising, oral sex (r receiving), cum eating, making out, allusions of sex with strap…

3:24 AM

abs

abssssss

abbyyyyy

sht abayuyyy

abby groaned as her phone buzzed nonstop, reaching for it and squinting her eyes at the screen’s light. she took a peak at the hour. holy fuck. 3AM?

baby? what the hell? why are you up this late?

partyyyy

u’re at a party rn? bfr

yessss. owen’s

i’m gonna kill him. why did he let you drink this much?

i’m not deinkkk

you’re definitely drunk, doll. i’m gonna go get you, alright? stay put wherever u are and don’t move.

no no lsten, i have something impurtabt to telll u

what is it?

ik i’m drunk rn but in gunna marry you

you’re gonna marry me?

abby was laughing at your texts. yes, she was worried you had been drinking, but you were at owen’s and you were safe. and it was so fucking fun to watch you try and type correctly.

yes

i’m marryin u

even if you r meanb

me? when have i been mean to you baby?

right now?

yeahh, ‘cause tou’re sooooj beautiful

all i fan think about are your lips rn

why r u not heyre?

okay. you’re really drunk, baby, why don’t you wait for me and we talk about this when i get there, hm?

no.

u r gonna take sooooiii long

you’ve pretty eyesX

they look so good when u go down on me

abby’s eyes widened, and her whole body seemed to burn. shit.

yeah? they look good princess?

mmmh

want u

and you’re so far away rn it’s nor fair

that was a fucking lie. abby was already on the road to get there. shit. she loved it when you went all needy on her. and when you were drunk? you had no filter. always screaming and moaning so loud she sometimes would have to muzzle you to not have the neighbors knocking on her door.

oh baby, why don’t you come here and sit on my face? my tongue will say sorry for me

your cheeks flushed, and your cunt throbbed. you loved it when she’d make you sit on her face, her tongue unrelenting on fucking you over and over again until you wouldn’t cum anymore. you needed her. and you needed her right now. the bathroom you had gone in felt suddenly too hot and your panties too sticky. you hissed when your fingers pushed in them, feeling just how wet you had become for her. you couldn’t help but plunge a finger inside your tight hole. of course, your fingers weren’t as near as largue and thick as abby’s, but you needed something until she’d get there and do it for you.

csn i tell u s secret?

ofc princess, what is it?

i’m fucking my pussy rn

jesus christ. abby almost hit the breaks. almost crashed when you send her a video of —now— two of your fingers fucking inside your tight and squelching walls. she could hear your little whimpers and pants.

couldnt wair abymore

i need you so bad abby pkease

shit. writing with only one hand and drunk wasn’t that easy. you were whimpering and moaning as you fingered yourself on the bathroom of owen’s party. you thanked god the music was loud enough to muffle your sounds, ‘cause you surely couldn’t swallow them back inside.

abby was exceeding the speed limit to get there, practically parking on top of owen’s lawn as she jumped out of the car, running towards the house.

where.

bathroom

she didn’t even say hi to owen as she passed right through him, her blood boiling as she ran upstairs and swung the door open. you hadn’t even locked it. fucking hell.

abby almost went down on her knees when she saw you sitting on the toilet’s lid with a hand buried in between your thighs and your phone on the other, your chat open and showing on the screen. your senses came back to you as you heard the lock turning, and you moaned when you saw her.

did i say almost? abby had never been quicker to kneel down, her strong arms pushing your legs on top of her shoulders to move your hand away and, after cleaning up your fingers with her tongue, hurriedly burying her face in your cunt. your back arched, and you let out a scream that made her groan, lapping at your juices. you were so fucking wet…

“fuck, abby!” you cried out when she plunged her own fingers deep inside your cunt, easily finding your g spot.

she cooed. “my princess was just feeling needy. weren’t you, baby? poor thing. so horny for me couldn’t wait until i could get here. sending me a video of touching your tight little cunt just to tease me, didn’t you?” you whimpered, bucking your hips against her touch, your back arching.

“please abby… your mouth.” you begged.

“you want my mouth baby? want me to eat this soaked pretty pussy of yours?” you nodded, pleading for it, and she followed, her tongue meeting your clit and making you moan. “so fucking loud…” she groaned, starting to devour you to get out of you more or those pleasured sounds. she was starving. and you were falling apart, melting under her tongue.

“abby!” you screamed when her tongue fucked inside of you, her arms tugging from you to get closer, her nose nudging your clit. the alcohol made you feel dizzy, and the pleasure only seemed to grow and grow. you could feel it shocking through your body, her grunts making your body gave into her. you needed her.

“fuck, you look so fucking beautiful. need you bouncing on my cock baby.” you whimpered, nodding.

“yes please, abby, please, need you to fuck me.” you were a babbling mess, her tongue teasing you and making you squirm. she adored making you tremble, seeing you get more and more desperate for her to make you cum.

“yeah? need me to fuck you sweet girl? need me to to fuck your brains out?” you nodded, moaning, your chest heaving harshly, your thighs shaking at the sides of her head, your back arched when her fingers, three this time, plunged inside of you, abusing your g spot and making you see stars. “i will princess. but first you’re gonna cum on my tongue, isn’t that right?” your hands found her hair, tugging when she sucked down on your sensitive and puffy clit. “yeah, of course you are. you are squeezing my fingers so tight, fuck… you always take them so well baby. such a fucking good girl for me. can’t wait to see you taking my cock.“ you could feel the warmth on your stomach grow and grow.

“abby, i’m gonna…! i’m cumming!” you cried out, and she only fingered you faster, harder. it was imposible to describe. this feeling. her.

“go ahead baby, let me clean you all up.” she smirked, and with a last thrust and lick at your clit you were falling apart, making her groan when you pushed her face harder against your gushing cunt. you whited out.

she helped you ride it as your moans broke, your hips stuttering and your creamy white and salt cum painted her fingers. she moaned against you, cleaning it with her tongue and humming at the taste. there was nothing she loved more than giving you head.

once you’d calmed down and your breathing had evened out, she pulled her fingers out to push them inside her mouth. you whined as you watched her, with lips swollen and chin soaked in your juices.

“let’s get out of here.” she said, and you nodded, not before kissing her so deeply you left her as drunk and dizzy as you felt.

yeah. she was definitely gonna marry you.

….

LORD. that was filthy asf. i’m sorry… or nah.🤭

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wolfjackle-creates · 1 year ago

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Bring Me Home Arc 3 Part 3

Again the winner of last week's poll! There won't be a poll this week because I'm planning something a bit different. I hit 1000 followers this past week and have been wracking my brain about how to celebrate! Wasn't up for doing prompts or adding more projects to my list, though, so I didn't want to go that route.

But I did come up with something that I think everyone will really enjoy. Especially those of you who have been voting for Carry Your Heart (I see you in the tags!). So look out for that post.

In addition, I've just posted the first chapter of Arc 2 on AO3! Link below.

Story Summary: Jack and Maddie install a new ghost shield on the house which activates the moment Danny tries to step into his home. His secret is out and his parents are determined to excise the ghost from their son.

Luckily Danny isn't alone. The Young Justice, Sam, Tucker, and Jazz aren't going to leave him to suffer.

Arc 1: AO3

Arc 2: AO3 (incomplete); Tumblr - First, Final

Arc 3: First, Previous

Word Count: 1.4k

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Fire rushing through him jolted Danny awake. His back arched as he cried out. He screwed his eyes tight, not wanting to see what torture his parents were going to come at him with next when he realized what the sound of his cry meant: the muzzle was gone.

As were the restraints. And he was lying on something soft. Trying hard not to hope, he opened his eyes.

Sam and Jazz were leaning over him, concern clear on their faces. They were in some sort of ambulance or van.

“How are you feeling,” demanded Sam.

Danny took a moment to answer, his chest was pure agony. He didn’t even want to think what it would feel like to sit up. And even past that, everything was sore. Though the fire that had woken him up had dissipated, the tell-tale feel of ecto-dejecto. “Pretty much the worst I’ve ever felt,” he answered honestly.

Sam and Jazz both winced and his sister grabbed his hand. He squeezed her fingers weakly.

At the foot of his bed stood Tim in full Red Robin getup and Kon as Superboy.

He couldn’t hold back the smile as he met Tim’s gaze. “You came,” he said.

Tim didn’t smile back, but some tension eased out of his shoulders. “I always will,” he said. “Been telling you that since we were ten years old.”

“I know. I’ve always known. Thank you.”

Jazz squeezed his hand again and he looked at her. “Red Robin and Superboy are going to take you away from here. Robin will help you recover.”

Sam nodded. “Yep. And the rest of us are gonna focus on making sure Amity is safe for ghosts once and for all.”

Danny shook his head. “I should be there with you guys, fighting.”

“Nope!” interrupted Jazz. “Not even a little. You’re going to focus on getting better, got it, Danny? That’s all we want from you.”

“But the ghosts—”

Sam covered his mouth with her hand. “Stop it right there. Tucker is working with Impulse and Wonder Girl to get the portal locked up. No one will be coming through. No one—ghost or human—will be in any danger while you’re gone. I promise.”

Danny slumped into the bed. Even the slight change in position caused waves of pain to radiate from his chest even through the healing ice he could feel implanted in his body. He whimpered and closed his eyes until the throbbing receded just a bit. “I trust you. I do, it’s just…”

“You’re used to taking care of everyone,” finished Jazz for him. “We know. So let us take care of you for a change. We love you, Danny.”

“Love you, too, Jazz. Sam.”

“Be good for bird-brain there, got it?” ordered Sam.

Danny gave her a half-smile. “Are Tim and I ever good together?”

She laughed. “Well, don’t burn down Gotham, capiche?”

“Capiche.”

“We have to go now,” said Jazz.

Danny gripped her hand tighter. “Don’t leave me.”

Jazz winced, but leaned down to kiss his forehead. “We need to make sure the Guys in White aren’t going to get involved further. And you need to get someplace safe.”

Danny huffed a half laugh. “Gotham is safe?”

Jazz rolled her eyes at his poor attempt at a joke. “For you it is. Now, I’m leaving Red and Superboy with a case full of ectoplasm for you and our entire supply of ecto-dejecto. I just gave you your first injection. Please try and eat something and drink your ectoplasm regularly.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Jazz.”

Jazz sniffed and it was only then that Danny realized it was wetter than usual and her eyes were watery. He tried not to feel bad for his jokes when she replied, “Yes, it is whatever I say. Glad you agree.”

Sam cackled, and now that he was paying attention, Danny could hear the hysterical edge to it. “You’d better text us multiple times a day, ghost boy. Don’t try and lie to us, either. Kon’ll tell me the truth about your condition. And as soon as we can arrange it, we’re coming out your way for a visit.”

“Course I will, Sam. Give Tuck my best?”

“Duh. He wishes he could’ve come with us, you know.”

Danny nodded. “But he’s better with the tech stuff and that is just as time sensitive.”

“Yeah. Now, get some sleep,” Sam ordered. “You’ve got a long drive ahead of you.”

Danny gave the rote answer after too many all-nighters taking care of ghost attacks before school, “I’m dead, I don’t need sleep.”

His sister squeezed his hand. “Ghosts who just went through what you did need their sleep. Love you, Danny. Get well and I’ll see you soon.”

“Love you, Jazz.”

She kissed his forehead one more time, followed by Sam. And with another two rounds of farewells and love yous, he was alone with Tim and Kon.

“Thanks for coming,” he said again.

“Obviously we weren’t going to leave you there,” said Kon. “Being a lab subject isn’t fun. Especially not that kinda lab experiment.”

Danny couldn’t quite hold back the flinch at that description. It was accurate, but blunt.

Tim walked over until he was sitting by Danny’s bed. “Just listen to Jazz and get some rest. We’re going to be taking the long route to Gotham by going south to start. If we stop for food in a few hours, think you could handle a smoothie?”

Danny shrugged and bit back a yawn. “Could try.”

“That’s all I ask.”

Kon moved towards the front of the vehicle as well. “Looks like it’s time for us to skedaddle. I’ll keep the road from jostling you, ghost-boy.”

Danny gave a small smile and let his eyes close. As he did, he tried to mumble his thanks and he hoped it came across.

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The next time he woke was more gentle. Someone was tapping on his shoulder and calling his name. But even so, as he was pulled closer to awareness, the pain made itself more and more known. He tried to cling to the darkness, but the tapping wasn’t stopping, nor was the person calling him.

He blinked open his eyes to see Tim’s concerned face. He wasn’t wearing the domino anymore, or his costume. Just a sweatshirt and jeans.

“Hey, Danny,” said Tim. “I’m going to need you to try and eat a bit right now. Kon got us those smoothies I mentioned. I’ve also got yogurt if that’ll be easier for you. But the smoothie will have more nutrients.”

Danny closed his eyes. He wasn’t hungry and didn’t want to eat. Why did Tim have to bring him back to consciousness for this? He hurt and just wanted to sink back into oblivion.

The tapping on his shoulder began again. “I know, Danny. But you have to eat something. And you should take some ectoplasm, too. So just stay awake for a few minutes.”

“Mm ‘wake,” said Danny without opening his eyes. He shifted his weight, hoping to push himself up to eat, only to scream in pain as his chest protested any movement.

“Shit! Don’t move,” said Tim too late. “I’ve got a spoon here. I’ll feed it to you, okay? So just stay exactly where you are.”

Danny gripped his sheets, unable to do anything else as wave after wave of pain over took him. Tim kept up a litany of reassurances and stroked his hair. Eventually, Danny was able to think past it again.

“Don’t think I can sit up,” said Danny.

“Of course not,” agreed Tim. He held a styrofoam cup between his knees and carefully took off the lid and straw. “Just let me. Take at least a few bites. Swallow as is, don’t try and chew. Just do what you can, okay?”

“Okay,” agreed Danny and Tim fed him the first bite.

Danny hated this. Hated it so much. Here he was being spoon fed like a baby all because his parents… He shut his eyes and took the next bite. He wasn’t going to finish that thought. Tim was here and that’s what mattered.

Danny wasn’t sure how much he ate, but it couldn’t have been much. His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier and the pull of oblivion stronger.

“Wait, Danny. Stay awake just a little longer, okay?”

Danny groaned but forced his eyes open again.

Tim showed him a bottle of ectoplasm. “Just a few swallows of this, too. Okay?”

He didn’t want to. He’d rather just go to sleep again, but he opened his mouth obediently. By the time he finished his third spoonful, he couldn’t fight it anymore and slumped into the bed. The pain receded back into blackness for a time.

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Danny is going to be getting all the comfort throughout this. All of them will, tbh. Because no one is happy and they all need a hug or five.

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mistress-skywalker · 1 month ago

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okay darling I genuinely need more puppy in training with Sam 😫🙏 I got wet just w your writing 🫡

Omggg Evie 🤭🤭 I’ll happily indulge you, sweet girl <3

Warnings: puppy play || smut || chastity belt || dom reader || reader’s gender is specified

“You’re being a bad puppy, Sammy.” You shake your head, the frustration clear on your face. You’d caught him jacking off in the bathroom.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I-i just couldn’t help it. I needed-“ Sam’s words are cut off with a slap to his cheek that makes it sting. His eyes are wide as he looks up at you. “Am I in trouble?” He asks quietly, voice trembling.

“What do you think?”

His Adam’s Apple bobs as he swallows, “I don’t wanna go back in the cage. Please.”

You shake your head, “You won’t go in the cage this time,” he relaxes a little too soon, “I got something else.”

“What? What is it?”

“Clothes off and on the bed.” Is the only response he gets.

Shakily he makes his way over to the bed as he strips. He sits on the edge, eyes never straying from you. He watches with a mixture of anxiety and an underlying excitement as you dig in a drawer in your dresser. He tries to see what you’re getting but can’t tell what it is.

His eyebrows furrow at the metal item you hold. “What’s that?”

“A chastity belt.”

“What does it do?”

You chuckle darkly and nudge him onto back. He gasps at the action, his heart pounding a little harder. You step closer, opening it up before gripping his flaccid cock. He whimpers and you feel his cock twitch.

“You don’t wanna listen?” You huff, “Then I’m gonna make sure you have no choice but to do so.”

You slip the ring down the length of his hardening shaft, moving it over one ball at a time. With it in place around his base, you take actual cage part and feed his cock slowly into it. You line the locks up together and click it in place before using the key to lock it together completely. It restricts his ability to get hard or touch himself at all.

Sam whines as he looks down at his imprisoned dick. “Wha-?”

“If you keep complaining, I’ll get a muzzle for you next.” You say sternly, keeping the key on a chain around your neck. “Since you can’t behave and listen like a good puppy, then I’m gonna have to make sure your only choice is to listen.”

“When can I take it off?”

“Whenever I see fit.”

He whines again in frustration, reaching down to touch his enclosed cock. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please just take it off.”

“No. Not until you learn to be a good boy. Now off the bed and on all fours. Only good puppies can be on the furniture.”

Sam obliges silently, slipping off the bed and onto his hands and knees in front of you.

“Much better. See? You can listen. Now let’s get your tail, yeah?”

#mooties ♡#clove writes ✶ . ࣪ 🪐☆#sam monroe request #sam monroe hayden christensen #sam monroe life as a house #sam monroe smut #sam monroe imagine #sam monroe #sam monroe x reader #sam monroe x you

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verysium · 1 year ago

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some hcs abt the bllk boys doing modeling shoots as pro-players? (like what they’d model for and the ways they captivate their audiences and stuff)? ty and love ur works btw 💞💞🫡

idk why but this ask made my brain freeze up and refuse to write anything for 3 days, so apologies if this is late anon:

sae would be so done. i mean....he walked out on a literal interview, so what makes you think he won't walk out on a photoshoot? he probably hates the very idea of plastering his face all over billboards and magazines. but his manager said that he was in desperate need of good publicity, especially after that stunt he pulled with the last commercial endorsement. if sae was forced to model though, he'd definitely be as stiff as a board. no facial expressions whatsoever and always sticks to one pose. oftentimes, this involves him facing the wall and only showing half his face. if the photographer wants a full frontal, he's going to have to deal with sae's "i don't want to be here and i'm being held hostage" face. even if sae does try smiling, it looks more like a grimace. the only redeeming quality here is that he is good-looking. if you look at the official art, he doesn't even have to try to get all of you drooling over him. that face card does not decline. like ever. so the shoots usually wrap up pretty quickly because out of the 100 images taken, at least half are going to be usable. he's photogenic from any angle.

kaiser would strike a pose for everything, even his own mugshot. i picture him as that one johnny depp advertisement for dior sauvage. blue lighting. a silk blouse with the top button open to show off a sliver of his sculpted chest. his hair is slicked back with gel, and his knuckles are decorated with silver rings. the tattoo just pulls everything together. if not a perfume commercial, then i think he'd model for adidas or some other german brand (maybe even a beer company if he's old enough). i don't think he has any trouble with the actual modeling part of process. he knows how to flaunt himself. the only issue is that kaiser is a lazy perfectionist. he would show up late to the shoots and then stays even later just looking through the shots and choosing which ones to include. puts a lot of time and effort into things like this. after all, his image and his brand are important to him.

shidou would be sponsored by an energy drink brand. like red bull or monster. if not that, then axe body spray lol. as for modeling, i feel like he wouldn't be able to sit still. probably pulls out crazy poses that piss the photographers off on purpose. it always cracks me up how one of his first appearances in the manga is him being muzzled and restrained in a straitjacket inside blue lock's time-out zone. he's so chaotic. you would have to hold him down and shove the camera into his face to actually get a good shot. i also picture him wearing lots of black leather, maybe even silver jewelry (eg. studs, piercings). and of course, you can't forget the hot pink accents.

isagi would model for family-friendly brands. if not that, then just japanese brands in general. i imagine him doing skincare commercials for shiseido or maybe even participating in a campaign for UNIQLO. as for modeling, he would be awkward at first but then gradually get the hang of it. always thanks the team afterwards and is very mindful of the photographer's suggestions. everyone says he is a pleasure to work with.

rin would model for luxury watch brands like TAG heuer or IWC. maybe when he grows older and further develops his career, he might even become an ambassador for louis vuitton or bulgari. overall, his advertisements are very elegant and professional. only endorses high quality products. never looks at the shots afterwards because he hates looking at his own face. gets somewhat embarrassed when his mama points out his billboards and makes clippings of his magazine covers. he absolutely flipped when a brand suggested that he do a collaboration with his brother. so when this collaboration actually did take place, it was like a repeat of the whole messi-ronaldo photoshoot. they didn't actually meet on set. they were just photoshopped together into the same frame.

barou models for calvin klein. lots of denim and shirtless photos. all of the staff got nosebleeds, and his fanbase went wild when the issue was finally released. there's this one image his fans worship religiously where he's posing in his boxers and there's a clear shot of his abs and happy trail. (he's so hot wtf) there's also another shot that wasn't used cus a million people would've been deceased. he's standing there with his thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans and wearing nothing underneath his denim jacket. his hair is also down, and his skin is all sun-kissed and golden.

reo models streetwear, and this is canon because he has the drip. honestly, his duality needs to be studied because he can go from high class gentleman to bad boy who wears chains and knuckle rings. he'd try all different sorts of styles, and he'd look good doing it. out of all the bllk boys, i feel like reo gets the most sponsorship deals because of his versatility. he does the styling, hair, makeup, posing, editing, etc. honestly, they need to hire him as a creative director already. nagi would tag along behind the scenes, but he'd end up scrolling on his phone the entire day.

#asks #blue lock #blue lock imagines #blue lock fluff #sae itoshi #michael kaiser #shidou ryusei #isagi yoichi #rin itoshi #barou shouei #reo mikage #nagi seishiro #bllk #bllk headcanons

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katkalis-the-horror-fanartist · 4 days ago

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Is there anything exclusive for the steam version of tnmn?

Some games have platform specific content so I was wondering if the steam version was just a more available option or not (feel free to ignore this if you want. Ik I should just look it up… but in case you needed an excuse to talk about something added in an update or whatever…)

Honestly I've debated asking for some tnmn asks now that the steam ver. brought us back together and revived my interest in it! So I'll tell you only what I have noticed. Anything else you can try to look up!

I've noticed:

-spotting differences is a bit easier. I swear like, especially in nightmare mode, little differences such as the swirls in Drugia's head hands, seem to be no longer a thing that can change?

-i also could just be unlucky and getting a lot of obvious differences in normal mode.

-comparing the documents to the officla info is SO much easier because you can hold the neighbor's papers right beside their official entry in the building's document folder. Their ID number is also 3 digits shorter and I do believe text and images are a tiny bit bigger?

-you are required to complete the checklist to proceed. It also grades you on how correctly you check the boxes. I myself am not really a huge fan of this part. Then once you complete it, THEN you're able to allow or deny the resident entry. Denying them can lead to them potentially going missing, denying a doppel has a chance to trigger the redhanded events, and I do think declining doppels in general instead of calling the DDD on them negatively impacts your score if you care about it. Also once you complete the checklist and activate the door controls, you cant turn back. You're locked in on making a choice.

-you dont have to dial the DDD manually. You just press the button!

-documents handed to you now have an extra security measure: a stamp of approval.

-all doppels in the modes that arent nightmare mode can now be caught redhanded. Some people couldn't be caught redhanded before.

-ive seen new dialogue I've never seen before, ex. Robertsky covered in blood insisting its peach juice and that he loves peaches. Also doppels no longer say FUCK! As its instead censored. Not a fan of this either. It's much funnier being able to read their curses directly.

-nightmares threaten to rip your eyes out if you ask them about their ID. They basically say your eyes are bad. They also in other interrogation dialogues talk about how they knew humans were stupid and how you'll regret declining them entry. A few of em threaten to find you and make you pay.

-you click the neighbor directly to ask questions. They can now leave their hats at home and you're able to confirm by calling the other resident if they're there.

-you can play the Unlikely card game whenever you want after you play it once in campaign mode

-theres a new custom mode where you can design custom neighbors, put them in apartment rooms, and play with them.

-theres a tutorial now when you start the game for the first time

-you get a newspaper at the start of every day. It will tell you who is missing if you cause them to go missing, it shows Keppler's face, and there are various articles of lesser importance you can read. Usually silly stuff.

-if that clown mask guy gives you the paper about the clown during a campaign day, you are guaranteed to play it before the next day. Losing doesn't ruin your entire campaign though. You just continue on like normal.

-in nightmare mode, this lady wearing a mask will hand you a paper about that one muzzled ghost lady and how you cant let her approach the window. If you see her coming up, you need to be quick and press the emergency button before she stops at the window.

-new doppels that are just oh so silly

-a wanted posters section! You have chances to encounter special doppels in campaign mode and when you do, you unlock their wanted poster. Fun to try and run into them all!

-denying every neighbor somehow still grants you a diploma of success.

-you get a diploma for both completing the tutorial and getting perfect on campaign mode. Or again, for denying everyone for whatever reason. But that's not fun. Also these papers you can get put your steam name in there and you can save them as pngs on your desktop! I love that part! (If you're offline itll say "could not get steam username) and that's pretty funny too.

-the conspirator ending is different. You arent in a body bag surrounded by afton and DDD employees. You simply get a paper saying afton is re-instated and they assume you made a mistake and didnt do it on purpose. (I was disappointed in this, yet someone mentioned that after that, it feels like the DDD are watching you and that's kinda cool. And scary.)

-you can type numbers in instead of use the phone if you enable it in settings but idk if that's a new thing or not.

-henry is shown as missing at the end of the conspirator ending, evident on papers in the background.

-i saw new dialogue with bloody Francis where instead of saying its "scarlet milk", he instead says something along the lines of: "dont worry, it's not yours. Consider yourself lucky." BUT idk if that's new or not. I still think it's cool enough to mention here though!

I'm sure I missed at least a few things but talking about these was definitely fun! Hope this helps you decide whether or not you want it. Its defintely cheap. I personally love having the custom mode there for whenever and I love the new doppels and dialogues. Apparently at some point Nacho may add "challenge rooms" involving nightmare characters and I'm excited for that too!

#tnmn #thats not my neighbor #tnmn differences #tnmn endings #ask answered

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alexanderlightweight · 2 years ago

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I always miss writing wednesday so I hope I got it right this week!

Can we please see dragon Alec accidentally meeting cat Magnus friends whilst in animal form or visa versa. Thank you :)

yes! you did and this was quite fun and i hope you enjoy it ^_^

<3 lumine

the taste of his magic

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Alec isn’t expecting her.

That’s the thing.

She enters Magnus’ garden without a single hesitation or concern and the wards let her. It’s only their easy acceptance of her that stays Alec’s jaws from swallowing her whole. Instead he stalks her through the garden, watching her as he follows from the shadows of the plants and the small magical stream that Magnus deepened just for him.

She moves quickly and with purpose and it’s clear she knows her way around — almost better than Magnus who frequently forgets part of the roof exist — and picks various plants. Alec lets her until she reaches the pond.

The koi there all startle and scatter as she kneels and Alec knows immediately her intention.

It won’t be tolerated.

Friend of Magnus or not.

With barely a swish of his tail, Alec is down the brook and coiling out of the pond, protectively growing as he surfaces until he is coiled twice around it. With a threat clear in his stance, he trills and slowly moves his head towards her, giving her time to move back.

“I’m a friend of Magnus,” she says as she steps back, which is obvious because if she weren’t the wards would have torn her to pieces and Alec would have eaten what was left. “I have permission to harvest the plants he grows here.”

Alec grows again, body doubling in size as he trills a steady disagreement.

She had Magnus’ permission, but she has it no longer and this is a private place now.

“Please, they are needed for healing, not for anything else.”

Alec blinks, wondering what on earth she hopes to accomplish by her pleas. By all means, Alec is sure that these people mean something to her, but they don’t to him. The magic grown here is his, a gift to him cultivated by the heart of his hoard and Alec will not give it up.

She’s smart, this friend and companion of Magnus and when she finds no sympathy in his gaze, she pens a fire message.

There are no attempts to bribe him or to further trip his sympathy and instead there is silence until Magnus steps through the door. He’s barefoot and bare of makeup or adornments and his hair is still wet and he dries it with an absent motion of his fingers as his glittering midnight nails run through his dripping locks.

“What’s all this?” He asks, voice as deliciously soothing as it ever is and Alec stretches out his neck — elongating his body and growing it so that he can see Magnus easier.

—

Catarina watches as the dragon once again nearly doubles in size and Magnus practically croons. It should feel more threatening — instead of less — but the dragon is no longer focused on her. Instead it’s practically preening, attention a molten focus on Magnus even as it twists to keep him in it’s vision.

“You failed to mention that the current rumors surrounding you were under-exaggerated, not over.” Catarina tells Magnus mildly and when he fails to look the least bit apologetic she rolls her eyes at him. “The local Institute and werewolf pack both have a deep chest infection spreading through them. I think it’s lung poisoning from a new demon ichor that’s causing it, but I need your garden to create a temporary healing potion for the moment.”

“My garden—” Magnus says blankly, staring at her and blinking slowly before looking up at the dragon who has draped itself over Magnus’ shoulder and is currently ignoring her for jaw scritches. Realization dawns like a wilted sun and Magnus winces even as he presses what is clearly a comforting kiss to a scaled muzzle.

“About that, perhaps Ragnor has similar plants you can use this time?”

“You said I could portal in and take anything I needed, whenever I wanted.” Catarina reminds him mildly, more amused than actually upset. Magnus has ever been over generous with her and Ragnor and to catch him like this is amusing rather than upsetting.

“Yes, well…” and here Magnus gives a deeply exaggerated sigh. “Alexander has a rather voracious appetite, my dearest Cat. Things change as they are won’t to do and the demand for my plants is rather steady simply within my own home.”

“Are you saying that you’d rather keep your dragon in snacks than help me save lives for no compensation?” Catarina asks him, keeping her amusement hidden with a blank tone.

“Yes?” Magnus asks in return, clearly puzzled by the fact that she even felt the need to ask.

“I approve.” Catarina allows and while she gives the plants a mournful look, ease of access means little when Magnus is regaining his happiness. His stoic altruism has weighed on her and Ragnor and to see him act so is a sweet relief.

“I would hope so, even you can’t argue with a dragon.” Magnus reminds her, something fond and warning in his tone and Cat nods, accepting the reminder. She is no match for a dragon, that is true enough but, seeing as this particular dragon seems to be good for Magnus, she finds herself fine with that reminder.

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #the taste of his magic #magnus bane #alec lightwood #catarina loss #malec #shadowhunters

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lydia-too-late · 3 months ago

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TW: sexual assault menace, drug use

Prologue: 4:20am

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

The locks have been changed. Key was mid-air and halfway home before Tula noticed shining stainless installed where once was only time-worn brass. Slumping against the door, forehead pressed next to the peephole, she bangs her head there, once, twice, three times. Twists the knob with accelerating panic. No answer. Nothing. Muffled television sounds seep through the neighbors’ walls.

A scream gathers in her throat, but her jaw stays hard. The frustration comes in motion, a single uninterrupted series: rocking onto her back foot for momentum, she kicks, slamming a boot sole next to the offending lock. The force rebounding backward. The door shudders, but the lock holds.

Again. Nothing. It’s a deadbolt, stronger than the old one. Tula’s arms and legs go heavy, dragging under the burden of this furious animation. Dead weight. The hunger, the locked door: they taunt her.

Again the scream surges up in frustration, more furious now, but never finds volume. A warm hand suddenly clamps over her mouth, a larger body on her back, arm encircling her chest. No thought — she’s just feral in the snare, all teeth. She bites — or tries to. Gets the side of a palm before it rips away, opening the wound more. “Fuck!” She’s shoved hard against the door. The scent of blood in the air, on her lips, which she licks as her hands are roughly lashed together behind her.

“Bitch bit me!” Hissed.

“I got a .38 on you.” The muzzle pokes her at the base of her skull. “We’re gonna walk out of here and you’re not going to make a noise, not one, you understand? Nod.”

Two second pause. A hand grips her hair, knocks her forehead hard against the door. The pain is dull compared to the gnawing urgency in her belly. “Nod!”

Blood and cigarettes and grease. Truck-smell. She knows it. The voice. What’s a girl like you doing out here? She twists her wrists against their bindings. Nods.

They put her in the floorboard, down with the empty wrappers and plastic bottles and year-old cigarette butts. Facing the driver’s side window, with the younger one’s workboots tucked on the opposite side of her curled-up knees, legs half-over her. He doesn’t like this, having to be that close.

“She already bit me once, man.”

“Just keep the gun on ‘er, Carl, she won’t do nothing stupid. Will ya?”

The older one — the one from before, grabs her hair and shakes her head, chuckling. He seems to like doing that. She scowls, staring forward, gratifying neither with acknowledgment. The truck bounces over a pothole, jamming her arms — still tied behind her back — into her shoulder sockets. The gun on her wavers, then steadies.

(The driver patted her down before shoving her in the truck. All he found on her was a the credit card, which he tucked in his own back pocket. “Emily.” Smirked. “Knew you were lying.”)

“She talk?”

“Yeah she can talk. How else would she give me a fake fucking name?”

“I dunno, man. She like an addict or something? She don’t look… right.”

“Why? What’s she doing?”

“Nothin’. She’s just… like, cold. You think she could be ODing or something?”

“Naw. If she is, it ain’t really our problem. We’ll just dump her.”

Tula looks up, past the dark barrel of the gun to the face of the younger one. Carl. He’s blinking down at her, worried: not for her, for himself. Scared. Surprisingly pretty eyes, long lashes. Hard mouth. Light-colored hair sorely in need of a trim, dirty fingernails. Laborer build. His cagey gaze flicks nervously out the window, but he knows better. His eyes have to be on her. He presses the muzzle of the gun to her temple, nudging her head to turn away. She obliges. Flash of perfect white teeth in the darkness.

The driver’s restless: fidgeting, squirming, a fount of geared-up chatter. “I went out of my way to help a lady, and she don’t even thank me. Drove all the way to Midtown, and you know how much gas is these days? Shit.” A rough finger pokes her on the back of the neck. “Say something, bitch.”

Sour beer and smoke blood, no sleep blood, Sudafed and meth blood. Her tongue rubs the top of her mouth, anticipating, saliva pooling beneath. Carl’s hand is wrapped in a dirty handkerchief.

“You know what’s happening, right?” Another poke.

“We’re driving out to the desert.”

“Not you, Carl, Jesus.”

The hunger throbs like a pulse.

“Hey!” The driver knocks the side of her head into the dash with a thump. “Talkin’ to you. Yeah. You can’t just make a deal and not follow through. I provided a service to you, and you’re gonna provide a service to me. And my friend. ‘Cause of accrued interest, you know?”

“I don’t know man,” Carl cuts in, “I don’t really want to —”

“Fine, whatever.” A monumental sigh. The truck swings to the left, rocks crunching beneath the tires. They’ve left the main road. “More pussy for me.”

The shocks on the truck are long gone. They bounce over the uneven terrain, rocks crunching beneath time-worn tires. She can’t see anything out the window except black sky.

They stop. The driver shifts it into park, then cuts the ignition. Carl reaches for the door handle.

“Wait. Something I wanna do first.”

It’s quiet. Tula covertly glances up at Carl, scanning his face. Annoyance shifts to a mild grin as he watches his partner and nods. Behind her, crumpling. A lighter flicking. (She flinches.) The window reflects the illumination of the flame. He’s smoking something. Burning chemicals. The smell of neglect. Trailer park fires and rotting teeth and aluminum cans crushed into dirt. Deep breaths. It doesn’t take long.

“Let’s get her out.” The driver opens his door. “You can smoke while I —” The driver’s door shuts as Carl opens his. Beyond, the desert landscape is moonlit indigo and Dali-surreal, too perfect a backdrop for these misdeeds. The driver, having rounded the truckbed, covers the open door, his gun trained as he nods for Carl to scamper out of the vehicle, which he does, all alacrity and relief and stomach-twisting bugged-out jitters.

They each take a foot. Ankle in one hand, gun in the other. No fighting, just unfolding. They let her fall the distance from the floorboard to the ground amid a flutter of trash, pebbles biting into her upper back, her arms, her bound hands. There’s a moon tonight, big and bright, and she’s staring up at it.

“Hi there,” she whispers, her voice cracking.

“What the fuck you say?” Odell doesn’t wait. “Carl, help me get her up.”

None too gently, she’s on her feet. Flyaway curls, limp with neglect, frame her bloodless face. Driver grunts, gathering his nerve, and grabs her upper arm, guiding her to the back of the truck and knocks the tailgate down. Carl ducks back into the cab.

“You gotta understand honey, no one takes advantage of me.” He presses himself against her back, his trailer-fire breath on her ear as his voice drops. “You drug me or something?” He shoves her down, bent over the lowered tailgate, pressing her cheek against the rusting metal. An impatient hand moves to tug the waistband of her shorts, fingers worming between it and her skin.

“Hope it was worth it. Fuck — you are cold. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Grimy fingers fumble to the front for the clasp of her shorts, and he growls a motherfucker. Sets the gun down, needing both hands.

A howl goes up: loud, close. He startles. Coyotes. Another howl. Another. Long cries shatter into raucous yapping. Nothing unusual for those who know the desert, but never normal-sounding either. Cries to set your nerves on edge. Tula lets her senses sink into the sound like a well-known chorus, untethering the hunger she’s neglected for too many hours. Good. Good. Odell pauses to scan the desert.

In that moment, she turns herself over, wrapping her legs around his hips, leveraging herself up into a sitting position and tearing into his neck with her long teeth. He squeals, his hand reaching halfway to the gun before analgesic warmth envelopes him and they both slump to the ground. Blood’s coming fast, and she’s gulping, barely tasting, just taking and taking. Bites again when it hints at slowing. And again. Carotid hit: she feels it tear on the tip of her left fang. It sprays, weaker than it should, but plentiful regardless. Rapturous gulping, licking, gnawing. The warm beats in her cheeks, her fingertips, her belly and ankles. She tears her wrists free, pawing at her prey.

“What the fuck??”

She looks up, the lower half of her face covered in horror-red, gore dripping from her chin. Odell’s neck is blood-bubbling and mangled meat, his body convulsing. Carl’s eyes are wide, his mouth open for the scream that follows, pitched and toned to match the desert cries. He runs.

#oc tula #my writing #vtm

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meowmeowriley · 10 months ago

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Changes: A Poll-Fic

Ch. 5 Leave the Fingers, No Time to Lose

The fic on AO3

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4

(Cheeky link to Ch. 6 ->) Ch. 6

"FUCK that hurts!" Soap cursed and clutched his wrist. He couldn't see the severed fingers, and he had no time to search for them. It couldn't be helped, he had to abandon the lost digits. At least it had only been his pinky and ring fingers. If he survived this, big 'if', always a big 'if', he could potentially still serve with a prosthetic. The technology has come a long way, and it was only two fingers. Arguably the least important fingers for shooting, even.

Ahah, heh... mmmhmhm heh.. aheheh....

"Put some bloody pressure on that before you die of blood loss, Soap!" Ghost ordered, as if he would do anything else.

...Blood...

"The fuck you think ah'm doin'?" Soap fumbled with the zip on his medical pouch. At least it was on his left side. He knelt on the floor and used his legs as a workstation. Better than the floor. As he worked on dressing the wound, it dawned on him that Ghost knew he'd been injured. Knew enough to order him to dress the wound, but how? "How'd ye know I was injured?" He couldn't help but ask.

"What're you on about, Johnny? I'm looking right at you." He was, sure. But it was still pitch black. "'S not that dark. And I've been watchin' you since you got the locks off the door upstairs." He continued, as if watching him out of a creepy centipede eye wasn't concerning. He spoke as if he had just been watching Soap through his scope. Like he should be, not chained up like some rabid animal.

"Right," Soap stuffed his glove over the bandaging. Extra pressure couldn't hurt it. "Let's get you outta there."

He approached Ghost and pulled out his pick set. Looking the man over, he found there were seven more locks scattered about his binds.

He'd start by freeing Ghost, and then go back to the muzzle. If anyone came down, hopefully, it was after he'd released the other. After witnessing him choke an enemy to death with his legs, Soap felt confident that Ghost would be able to hold his own while they made their escape.

One by one the locks gave. Each time, just as before, he felt an incessant tickle building behind his eyes. He pushed his NVG's up to rub at them.

For a fleeting moment he not only saw the symbols that he couldn't quite focus on, but also that Ghost had streaks of yellow down his neck. Soap blinked rapidly a few times, trying to keep the yellow shit in focus. The streaks bled out from under his muzzle. They mixed with the blood caked around the collar and... whatever the hell was going on there. That couldn't be good for him.

Soap finally got the last lock off. He was completely blind, which made the sound of the chains sluicing exceedingly loud in the dark, nearly drowning out the seemingly ceaseless giggling.

He pulled down his NVG's again just in time to see Ghost rolling his shoulders and stretching his neck. Each way he tilted his head, the... legs? Pincers? The fuck were they?... on the opposite side seemed to flex and stretch out as well, before tightly gripping the metal collar once more. Soap swallowed the rising bile back down. He supposed he'd need to get the collar off too. "Muzzle and collar now, yeah?"

He stepped forward again, attempting to reach behind Ghost's head for the straps and small padlocks holding both things in place, when Ghost's hand shot up, grasping his wrist tightly. "Don't open till Christmas, Johnny."

AHAHAHAAH AAAHAHAHAHA HAHAHA

...Blood... so much... the bodies...

A present for Johnny... Beautiful Johnny...

He was smiling. He said it in the way he always did when he teased Soap, but the force of his grip was that of a vice. Soap would not be removing those binds. "Ok- okay. Okay..." he tried to play it cool, but feared his shaking voice gave away his unease.

Ghost's thumb and middle finger had been replaced by what Soap was now sure were finger-sized centipede legs. It gave his thumb extra articulation. The legs seemed to have sprouted out from the skin, much as the ones on his throat had. His left hand seemed to be missing completely, his stump of a wrist swathed in nasty bandages. He'd have to wait a while yet before they could be replaced with clean ones. Somehow Soap felt like he wouldn't mind.

Ghost removed his hand from Soap's wrist and gave him a pat on the arm. "Come on Soap, I don't like how off you're acting. Let's get you outta here." Before he moved to the dead bodies and started looting them. Funny, coming from you.

Ghost naturally nicked the knives and a rifle. He stuffed mags into the pockets of his ruined trousers. At least they'd let him keep his clothes, dirty and tattered as they had become, it was still better than being nude.

"Come on then." Ghost led the way, rifle in hand.

Heh... aheheheh eheh..... hmhmhmhmheh...

The giggling followed them out.

"Swear this hallway was longer goin' down..." Soap remarked as they quickly found themselves back at the door to the twisting hallway. He was relieved to step off the stone onto the normal ass concrete of the basement.

Ghost shot him a worried look. "Must've gotten cold." At least he was still making awful jokes. A dick joke at that, Soap's lucky day.

Soap pushed his NVG's up for hopefully the last time. Now that they were back in an area Soap had reliably had reception for comms, he decided he ought to let everyone know the big guy was okay. Well... Up and about, at least... "All units, be advised, I've found Ghost."

He unplugged the headset from the radio so Ghost could hear the responses, but it seemed only Gaz had heard them, as he was the only one to reply. "Mint, how's he holdin' up?"

Ghost leaned in towards Soap's chest, their faces millimeters away from one another. He made eye contact with Soap, with his one good eye.

"I've been chained in a stone tomb for God knows how long, I'm hungry and tired, 'ow the fuck you think I'm doin'?" He paused, grinning at Soap "I've never been better." He spoke with a saccharine voice. The leg in the corner of his eye flexed before digging back into his flesh. A tiny dribble of blood slid down to the muzzle.

Gaz scoffed. "Good to have you back sir. Glad your sense of humor is intact."

Ghost moved back out of Soap's personal space. Soap ignored the bit of himself that had wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around Ghost, and smothered the bit that wanted to shove him away in disgust. The fuck is wrong with me, it's Ghost. Maybe Ghost was right to be worried about him.

Gaz continued, "I'm nearly done downloading all the research data. Good thing too, patrols seem to be increasing and I haven't heard from Price or Laswell in a while."

Soap clicked on his radio to speak, but Ghost spoke up first. "Let's go grab Gaz before we get outta here then. Well, I've already grabbed him once today, let's grab him again." He joined the giggling a bit as he walked towards the stairs back to the main floor.

"You already... the hand?! That's yours?!" Gaz practically squeaked.

"And the eye. Be a dear and let it out, yeah?"

Gaz went silent, evidently doing as Ghost asked.

The two climbed the stairs in silence, Soap reattached his headset. He didn't want anyone listening in that shouldn't.

HAH! Hahaha heh uuhhahahaha... mhmhm...

Gaz came back through, "Oh real mature, Ghost."

Soap relayed the message. "What'd you do?"

Ghost had a hand on the door handle. He giggled again but didn't elaborate. He held a finger to where his lips would be, and opened the door.

Ghost led them away from where Soap had entered, he seemed to know where he was going. He must, if his hand and other eye had already made this trek. Soap wondered where the eye had been trapped that the hand couldn't get to it.

They found Gaz quickly, they'd only had to dispatch one patrol. He'd been rather close. The room they found him in was filled with disarmed tripwires.

"Holy shit," Soap couldn't help but chuckle, he loved a good booby trap.

"Found a tripwire rigged to a shotgun. Disarmed it. Took the gun."

"Open hearts and minds with it, Johnny."

He knew Ghost did too.

"OOH!" Speaking of his ludicrous Lieutenant, the man had spotted the canisters that Gaz had mentioned earlier. He quickly ran to them and grabbed one. Before either Sergeant could move he had it up high, head tilted back. He was about to crush the glass with his hand, did he intend to drink it?!

(Cheeky link to Ch. 6 ->) Ch. 6

#changes-a-poll-fic #call of duty #ghoap #ghostsoap #soapghost #fanfic #modern warfare #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ao3 #cyoa poll #cyoa #cyoa fic #choose your own adventure #horror #tumblr polls

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phrogggslayer · 5 months ago

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Chapter 3 of Casting Call! is here!

⬇️ Sneak peek and link below ⬇️

Cassie stuck her flashlight under her arm, switching it out for the mask. She grimaced as she brought it to her face, the rubber-like material sticking the edges of the mask to her skin. The near silent warehouse now hummed with energy. Cassie peered up at Roxy, eyeing the green holographic casing. Her brows furrowed, a scowl tugged at her muzzle. “Um, Roxy?” The wolf’s ears perked, her expression softening as she turned towards Cassie. For a moment, she wondered if the wolf could see her, now. But her eyes in the virtual image shifted, as if searching, unsure where exactly Cassie stood. “Are you ready?” Roxy asked gently. “If you can’t walk, I can carry you. I just.. need directions…” A smile spread across Cassie’s lips. She’d missed Roxy so much… “I can walk.” She blinked, spotting Helpi in her vision, pointing her towards a door. “Come on, I think I know where to go.” They approached the door together, but when she pushed, it refused to move. Helpi appeared above what looked like some kind of circuit board. With a hum, Cassie stuck her Fazwrench into the socket. “What’s that sound?” Roxy asked, her ears twitching. “The Fazwrench. I’m just opening a door,” Cassie said, twisting the wrench and dialing the switch until the lock was free. “Got it!” Roxy’s tail wagged. “Nice job, Rockstar.” They slowly made their way down the hall, Cassie gripping Roxy’s paw tighter as her head throbbed. A high pitched screech started to bother her ears, and it grew louder as they continued deeper inside. What is that?!

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dracarialove · 8 months ago

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📄 Posting my finished fics here, too 📄

*Check the 'shadow's heart' tag if you haven't read chapter 1

[Chapter 3: Confliction]

Pulling up to the home Silver and Blaze shared, their dark-furred guest parked his Viper behind the platinum-painted Camaro and made eye contact with the lavender cat sitting in the bay window.

She hopped down from the cushioned seat while he stepped out of his car, then greeted him at the door with a surprisingly wide smile on her white muzzle.

"This has been such a long time coming," she claimed as he walked in.

"A long time?" The edge of his lip curled into a small, perplexed smile. "We've only been together for two years."

"Yes, but I can see how happy Rouge is when she's with you." Blaze led him to the living room beyond the foyer, where they sat on a gray triple-wide couch. "I'm surprised you waited to snap her up as long as you have."

One black eyebrow lowered and his slightly amused smile remained as he tilted his head at her comment. "And what about you and Silver? You two have been dating much longer than us and just got engaged a couple months ago."

The princess stiffened a bit and Shadow caught a streak of pink touching her cheeks. "Well... w-we wanted to wait! With the renovations and all... anyway-" Her expression turned determined, gold eyes locking to his. "Today is about you, and how you're going to offer Rouge your heart for the foreseeable future."

The Ultimate Lifeform chuckled lightly. "I didn't know you had this romantic side to you, Blaze. I always thought Silver was the mushy one."

"Appreciation of true love isn't exclusive to one half of the relationship, my friend. But, speaking of..."

She turned towards the back of the sofa, facing the open archway that led to the rest of the house, and raised one hand beside her mouth. "Silver! Shadow is here!"

"Oh, coming!" echoed the excited tone of the futuristic hedgehog, moments before he rushed into their living room. He was smiling wider than Blaze, and his eyes immediately darted to their guest. "So, you're finally proposing?"

Shadow scratched awkwardly behind his ear. "Uh, yeah... finally."

Before he could say anything else, Silver plopped himself down on the open couch space between them and planted one hand on his friend's shoulder, giving it a compassionate squeeze. "Congratulations, man! How are you gonna do it?"

"Uhhh..." Shadow hesitated, feeling a little overwhelmed. Silver let go of him, which allowed him some relief, but the optimistic hedgehog had given him multiple things to address in an instant – it was a bit overbearing, even though he meant well.

Blaze diverted her fiancé's attention, patting his knee with a gloved palm. "I don't think we're there just yet. There needs to be a ring first."

"Also," Shadow added, "she has to say 'yes' before you can congratulate me."

Silver looked at him as if he'd said something unbelievable. "Of course she'll say yes. She said yes to Knux, and he-"

The young man cut his own sentence short when Blaze's fingers tightened on his knee, warning him not to continue the thought. He cleared his throat, embarrassment on his face. Shadow was reminded that he still had to talk to his girlfriend about the previous run-in with Knuckles.

Silver spoke again, "Well... point is, you're great; and I know Rouge loves you a lot."

His words lit a bit of a fire in the Ultimate Lifeform again, and a warm smile drew across Shadow's muzzle. "Thank you for the confidence. Now..." He retrieved his cell phone and began pulling up his earlier search results. "... to find a worthy ring."

***

"I think a gold band would be best; Rouge does like flashy jewelry."

"Oh, but what about this icy-white one? It's so pretty, imagine how that'll sparkle! And the shape is cool!"

"Well, Shadow will certainly want a gold band to fit his style, so it's a good idea for the bride's ring to match."

"But that's the wedding ring! The engagement ring is supposed to be cute and shimmery!"

"Silver, just because that's what you got for me doesn't mean it's what Rouge would like."

Shadow was scratching behind his ear again in discomfort, staring down at the phone and listening to his friends debate the choices. His eyes wandered over to Blaze's left hand, to the glimmering aquamarine stone sitting atop a polished platinum band. It was a good choice for her, but something like that wouldn't be quite right for Rouge.

"I agree with Blaze," he spoke, looking up at their faces and ending their tame squabble. "The more obviously it shines, the better."

Silver pouted a little and Blaze smiled softly while Shadow continued, "But, to Silver's credit, I do think a curvy design would be nice."

"Wow," Blaze chimed, "look at you, making your own vision. And the stone? If I know my best friend, she'd be predictably smitten with a high-carat diamond."

"Hmm..." pondered Shadow, looking back down and idly rubbing an index finger above his lip.

"Wouldn't the gold overshadow a diamond?" Silver asked, genuinely curious.

"Perhaps, but-"

"Not to cut you off, Blaze," interrupted Shadow, "but I do have an idea. Rouge has told me her favorite gems in the world are the Chaos Emeralds. Obviously, I wouldn't be able to use one, as difficult as they are to find... but what do you think of a regular emerald?"

Silver gasped, his smile wide. "With diamonds lining the band!"

"Ooh," the cat cooed. "I actually think that's a great idea! You could get it shaped like a Chaos Emerald, I'm sure she'd love that. Green goes very well with gold."

"And it'll bring out her eyes," Shadow added, more comfortable and smiling down at his phone while searching for emerald rings.

The white hedgehog put his right hand to his heart, his expression softening into a display of deep affection for his friend's rare optimistic mood. "This is so sweet." He looked at Blaze and his free hand grabbed hers. "It makes me want to propose to you all over again."

His fiancée blushed and tensed her shoulders towards her cheeks, trying to subdue her smile. "Silver! Please, not in front of a guest..."

But she didn't need to worry about Shadow noticing her embarrassment. He was engrossed in the thought of Rouge gasping and grinning at his choice for the symbol of his intent. The pieces finally fit together in his head – the perfect ring for a perfect woman.

Silver gave Blaze a quick kiss on the cheek while Shadow wasn't looking, then stood from the couch. "Think I'll make some fried rice – get a good lunch going. You want some, Shadow? Or something else?"

Red eyes flicked up at him briefly. "Sure, that's fine."

"Cool!" The futuristic hedgehog strolled back through the nearby archway, starting to whistle a tune once he left the room. The remaining two sat in silence for a moment. Then, just before the lack of conversation got awkward, Shadow's phone rang. It was the jewel hunter herself, prompting him to stand.

"I'll take this outside," he told Blaze, who nodded and also left the sofa to seek out her cooking beau while the dark hedgehog walked out the front door.

He answered with a lighter tone than his usual deep timbre. "Hey, love."

"Hi, baby!" Her mature voice sounded elated, but longing. He understood, as he was longing for her, too. "God, it's so good to hear your voice after listening to Tower bark orders all morning."

Shadow chuckled. "He's being insufferable again, is he?"

"Always. You know he badgered me again last night about you joining G.U.N? So annoying."

"Hm. Well, with you on their team, they shouldn't need my help." He leaned back against the side of the house, bending his free arm under the other to support it.

He heard Rouge sigh and closed his eyes to picture her. She said, "I know, I'm great."

Her confidence made him chuckle and she continued, "Although, I can say these missions would be a lot more fun with you around. But don't worry, I told Tower you had better things to do than take orders from the government."

"Like... take orders from you, boss?" Shadow countered, a smirk bending his voice into a teasing tone.

The ivory bat scoffed playfully; he could tell she was grinning. "Well, yes! You can't tell me you'd rather have an old, stern, unfunny man for a superior."

"You are right, I can't. It would be a lie to pretend that I don't enjoy working for a beautiful, charming, enchanting woman... even if she is a little materialistic."

"How dare you," she bantered, still speaking with a smile. "Just for that, you'd better have a stunning new accessory for me when I get back!"

Shadow laughed, tickled by the serendipity that Rouge was unaware of. She thought she was being funny, but the jewel-loving spy had no idea that she was actually going to get her wish. When his laugh subsided, he opened his eyes and looked up at the clear sky.

He said thoughtfully, "I miss you."

He half-expected a witty quip to keep the joke going – something like, "After only one day? You must be obsessed!" – but Rouge's tone softened and she replied, "I miss you, too."

"How's the mission going?"

"It's okay. A bit boring. So far, we're just doing surveillance. But, on the up-side, I've been learning some interesting things about sea life since we picked up some books from this old laboratory nearby. What I found most fascinating was this section about one particular species; did you know there's such a thing as an immortal jellyfish?"

The Ultimate Lifeform's brows raised at the mention of immortality, and his smile slackened. "No, I didn't. That's curious."

"I almost found it unbelievable at first! But it's true, the little guys can reverse their life cycle if they want – or, something like that, I haven't gotten to finish reading it, yet."

"Wow... that must've been surprising to see." Shadow masked the unease that crept into his heart at the thought of a creature that could live forever. It was too similar to his own biology, and – uncomfortably – made him think about his long lifespan too much for his liking.

"Yeah," Rouge spoke, calm because she didn't know the introspection she'd just sparked, "I'm not usually into science, but that kind of stuff is cool. Plus, anything's better than listening to Topaz complain about the way I work."

"Ha, yeah... I bet." He took a breath as his lean turned into a slump. In his head, he was thinking, 'You might not consider it cool if you knew you were living with an immortal... and what that truly means.'

"Sooo," her voice dragged, "how are things on your end?"

"Well... up and down, I suppose." Shadow pushed off the wall and stepped forward to sit down on the concrete stoop. "The casino is doing well, although it was very crowded last night."

"Aw, sorry I couldn't be there, hun. Bane helped you hold things down though, right?"

"Yeah, we got through it..." One hand slinked across the back of his neck and he rubbed it in discomfort. He remembered his encounter with Knuckles again, and knew he couldn't put off telling her about it. "But we had an... unpleasant visitor last night."

"Oh no, who?"

Shadow sighed. "Knuckles."

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds, long enough for the dark hedgehog to get a sinking feeling in his stomach. Then his lover asked with a hint of disgust, "Why? What did he want?"

Shadow's answer escaped a growing sneer, "He was demanding to speak with you. Babbling about apologizing... after two fucking years."

His eyes rolled, black brows furrowing at the memory. Rouge's tone sounded softer when she spoke again. "Shadow... don't concern yourself with him. Especially if it's going to ruin your mood."

Fingers pinched the midsection of his closed eyes and he shook away the frustration. Then the bat added, "When I get back, we'll do something nice. A date night – how's that sound?"

Shadow nodded even though she couldn't see it. "I'd like that. Hopefully your mission doesn't run long."

"I'm crossing my fingers as we speak. Talk to you later?"

"Whenever you have time. You know I'll always answer."

"I won't make you wait if I can help it." The smile in her voice returned when she mimicked a kiss through the phone. "Love you!"

"Love you, too."

They hung up and Shadow felt troubled that he couldn't form a smile like Rouge could. There were two big problems hanging over him now; conflicts he wouldn't be able to shake through sheer force of will.

But, irritating as it was that his girlfriend's ex wanted back in her life, the other issue was even more daunting: the Ultimate Lifeform's immortality, which would pale her lifespan as the years went on, and – dreadfully possibly – her desire to stay with him, as well.

#sonic fanfiction #ship fanfic #shadow's heart #shadow's heart chapter 3 #dracaria fics #shadouge #shadrouge #rouge the bat #shadow the hedgehog #blaze the cat #silver the hedgehog #silvaze #writing

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maracujatangerine · 2 years ago

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73.1 Forum Discourse

CW: institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump

Posted by u/GreenBookworm 3 days ago:

Hi!

So, I haven’t really posted here before, but I’m at my wit’s end and I really hope that some of you can help me.

I have a male pet that I got from some less-than-ideal circumstances. He’s been with me for over a year now and he is really making progress. I think he is trusting me more and more and it seems like he is getting over some of his previous experiences.

Still, he wakes up from terrible nightmares very often. I’m not sure how to comfort him and how to make him feel safe. What do you think, how can I fix this situation?

TL;DR: My pet has terrible nightmares, what can I do?

Futureiteration77 – 3 days ago: How many times per day are your beating him?

ManiacalTiger – 3 days ago: I have a similar problem. My pet is always crying at night and keeping up the rest of the house. What do you recommend?

Futureiteration77 – 3 days ago: At least twice per day or they have too much pent up energy. As an pet owner it is your responsibility to help them manage and release this.

ManiacalTiger – 2 days ago: I have been doing at least three times and still have issues.

Blue_prominence – 3 days ago: What kinds of nightmares? Can u get him to give u more specific details? B specific.

GreenBookWorm - 2 days ago: Idk, really. He doesn’t like to talk about it. It is usually about the training, I think. Sometimes he talks about white rooms that are neverending - that is usually the exact phrase that he uses. Sometimes, it seems to be about his former masters. (He’s had several.) He screams and cries, sometimes he just seems… empty. Do your pets act the same?

Imaginativesloth – 2 days ago: Get him retrained.

Densecircus281 – 2 days ago: ^^ Good suggestion. That’s what I did.

Fancycyclone1565 – 2 days ago: Try NyQuil and Dramamine, both available OTC. Sometimes we also give ours an edible to help them sleep soundly all night.

Throwaway7966123 – 2 days ago: You could ask him if a nightlight would help.

AbsentSnark – 2 days ago: That’s ridiculous!!!!!! He won’t know that, it will only make the problem worse!! This is terrible advice. People shouldn’t come on here without having a basic understanding of how helpless and brainless pets are. It is shocking how much misinformation and bad advice is out there.

GreenBookWorm - 2 days ago: That is a good idea! I haven’t thought about that, thanks! Does your pet have a nightlight? Does he or she have nightmares, too?

Temporarydaybreak987 – 2 days ago: It may be difficult to face the time apart but retraining by professionals is the best option for both pet and owners.

Sunset_Lover – 2 days ago: I suggest finding a separate, soundproof room where you can lock him up at night. Even if he starts crying, it won’t wake you up. Edit: If you don’t have spare room you could use a muzzle

DeepSeaSquid – 2 days ago: if your Pet is a cuddly type, you can let him sleep near you? Mine is really needy and since I let him in my room his night crying has reduced almost completely. But again, it depends on your Pet’s type.

RueTheNymph – 2 days ago: I swear, those people. If you treat him softly like that he will never stop being clingy. Give him few beatings or whatever form of punishment he responds to the best and he will learn not to waste your time

DeepSeaSquid – 1 day ago: Thank you very much for your useless advice. Have you considered that my Pet is clingy because I want him that way? And if beatings simply worked then there would not be a need to make this post, hmm?

RueTheNymph - 1 day ago: You shouldn’t be allowed to be an Owner

DeepSeaSquid - 1 day ago: Lol, forgive me for wanting to have a lapdog

roses-and-embers - 1 day ago: @DeepSeaSquid nothing wrong with wanting to cuddle, but are you sure your Pet is not crying on purpose to manipulate you into letting him into your room?

DeepSeaSquid - 1 day ago: That’s a valid suspicion, but I am sure he’s not doing it on purpose. He’s having nightmares even if I’m not at home and someone else is watching him, besides he’s too well-behaved to dare to try and manipulate me.

This post is a collaboration with brilliant @distinctlywhumpthing and @octopus-reactivated. ✨❤️✨

It is a crossover AU with Leo from Distinctlywhumptning’s Unintentional. We also have a cameo from Octopus-reactivated’s Decima from Title me Miss. For Lydia and Coriander, this is canon.

Tag List Part 1: @cupcakes-and-pain @whump-em @whumpzone @wh-wh-whu @neuro-whump @carnagecardinal @cowboy-anon @whump-me-all-night-long @redwingedwhump @myst-in-the-mirror @haro-whumps @eatyourdamnpears @bloodsweatandpotato @pinkraindropsfell @whumptywhumpdump @theydy-cringeworthy @whump-in-progress @whumpsy-daisy @nicolepascaline @whumpcreations @briars7 @shiningstarofwinter @whumppsychology @alex-ember @miss-kitty-whumptastic @whumpy-writings @in-patient-princess @youtube-fandoms-bands @goblinchildindabog @mazeish @distinctlywhumpthing @inpainandsuffering @canniboylism @icannotweave @incoherent-introspection @kim-poce @broken-typewriter @the-monarch-whumperfly @whumpers-inc @grizzlie70 @lil-whumper @writingbackwards @sunflower1000 @wingedwhump @thecitythatdoesntsleep @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @onlybadendings @rabass @wolfeyedwitch @melancholy-in-the-morning

#pet whump #pet whumpee #caretaker #whump fic #bbu #conditioned whumpee #box boy universe #box boy multiverse #box boy whump #collaboration #lydia and coriander #original writing #writeblr

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ohbo-ohno · 1 year ago

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You ever think about Soaps mohawk getting too untidy (because it can't get too long, the longer it is the better Simon can grab it and throw Johnny around with) and Simon taking him to the hair dresser? Only it's not a hair dresser but a dog beauty lounge? And the owners are not specialized on humans and they weren't expecting a human. But no one says no to Ghost so they proceed and Johnny gets a complete wash and everything. He looks really pretty after but he was so humiliated by it that he goes into the crate voluntarily to curl up and cry once they are back on base. Doesn't help that people keep commenting on how much better it looks and are asking about the address for the hair dresser.

Also, just speaking for myself here, I adore seeing people become an insane rambling mess about the things they are insane about. Doesn't even need a red string or context. So if you ever put your thoughts on Clicker training Soap online, there would be at least one avid reader just begging for those crumbs.

you just GET ME oh my god. im always torn between two soap's - soap who is so freaky and kinky that he would let ghost do literally anything to him and enjoy it, and soap is only does what ghost tells him because he's got a massive crush but he's absolutely humiliated and upset during all of it. the first feels more accurate to his character, the second is more fun to write lmao

wrote a quick drabble for this but i changed it so the groomers knew there was a person coming instead of a dog <3 it's extra humiliation if they treat johnny the same way ghost does

cw: noncon puppy play, referenced public humiliation (btw if you want more stuff in this little universe - one, two, three)

“You still poutin’?”

Johnny squeezes his eyes shut, just barely resists the urge to snap his teeth and growl. He knows that would only feed into Ghost’s goddamn delusion that he’s a fucking dog.

Jesus. His scalp still stings from the rough treatment of the barber- the groomer. The bastard had locked a muzzle over his face while Ghost held him down, and as much as he’d tried he hadn’t been able to speak through the damn thing. Speak or bite.

He would’ve fought but… well, Ghost gave him that look before he left. That “if you don’t obey me, there’ll be hell to pay” look. And Ghost has only gotten meaner in the months they’ve been together now - the walks, the fucking house training… Soap doesn’t even want to think of what he might try next.

So Ghost had given him a look, grabbed him by the chin and said “Be good, pup. You’ll get a treat if you can behave, alright? Don’t embarrass me.” and Johnny hadn’t been brave enough to ignore him.

Fuck. Even now, it doesn’t quite feel real. His breath hitches as he remembers the strict gloves Ghost had given him to wear, how they don’t let him do anything with his fingers because they’re held so tight. He still wears them now, and the forced paw shape of his hand keeps his head fuzzy.

He wants to whine. He almost wants to cry. Mostly he wants to bite Ghost until the bastard bleeds.

“C’mon,” Ghost grunts, taking one hand from the wheel and patting Johnny roughly on the head. He combs his fingers through the freshly cut mohawk, almost fixing it so it’s neater. “You look real good, pup. Needed to get your bitch strap straightened up for a while now.”

“Don’t-” Johnny takes a deep breath, opens his eyes and blinks down at his hands - his hands, not his paws - where they rest in his lap. “Don’t call it that.”

He thinks for a minute that Simon’s going to say something worse, lock his hand in Johnny’s hair and tug until he whines, shove him down to his cock, do something. But his hand stays soft, stroking down and tightly gripping the back of his neck. Not suffocating, not mean, almost�� secure. Comforting. A weight that says relax, I’m here.

“Alright, puppy. Been a tough day for you, huh? We can pretend you’re a person, think of it as a treat for bein’ good at the groomers.”

Johnny whines, curling into himself at his own sound. His hands are sweaty in the gloves, and he wants to dig his nails into his thighs, hope that the little pinpricks of pain wake him up enough to tear Ghost a new asshole.

But he can’t do that. His fingers are stuck folded in half, totally useless. So he takes a deep breath, and tries not to fully float away.

Eventually the car slows to a stop, and Ghost tugs the key out of the ignition. They sit in silence for a moment, and Soap can feel Ghost staring at the side of his head, but he refuses to look. He doesn’t want to look at Ghost right now, doesn’t want to see his expression.

“Alright,” Simon says quietly, giving Johnny’s nape a tight squeeze before letting you go. “I think you need a nap, pup. Let’s get you inside.”

Ghost gets out, Soap doesn’t. He stays in his seat, staring at his hands, until the door opens next to him and Simon reaches over his body to unbuckle his seatbelt.

“C’mon now, out.”

Johnny doesn’t move. He feels Ghost’s massive hand wrap around his elbow, tug him toward the door, but he leans his weight the other direction.

He doesn’t want to get out of the car. He knows, logically, that no one on base will be able to tell what happened, where Simon took him. But he’ll know, and that’s enough shame to make him never want to leave the car.

Ghost sighs, annoyed, from beside him. “You rather I get your leash?”

Johnny flinches, and he lets himself be tugged by the elbow at the next pull on his arm. His eyes never lift past Ghost’s chest as he keeps his head ducked, heat coloring his cheeks when the door closes behind him.

“Johnny,” Ghost says quietly, hand nudging his head up. “Head up, pup. You look real pretty, don’t you want to show off?”

Johnny flinches, but he lifts his head like Ghost urges. He’s scared of what he’ll see in Simon’s eyes - that gleam he gets when Johnny’s particularly humiliated is always hard to swallow - but all he sees is… is pride.

God, it’s getting hard to breathe. Every breath feels punched out of him, every breath in like glass in his lungs.

“There you are.” Ghost chucks him under the chin, jerking his head up a little further. “Pretty thing. Certainly got my money’s worth.”

Johnny’s only comfort is that his eyes are dry - well, that and the warmth of Ghost’s hand. No matter how angry he is at the bastard, he can’t help but always want more of his touch.

“Inside now. Come.”

The sharp tone, the one word command, goes right over Johnny’s head. He follows Ghost - on his right, one step behind, like he’d been taught (trained) - and keeps his eyes forward, not looking at anyone else on base.

The halls are busy, like they always are during the day, but Soap doesn’t let himself be distracted. He keeps his eyes forward, and only focuses on Ghost.

He tells himself no one else knows, that no one else could possibly know.

“Hey, Soap!” Gaz calls out, leaning out of a meeting room and waving at him. “Looking sharp, mate!”

Johnny’s heart feels like it’s about the beat out of his chest. He wants to scream. He wants to puke.

He looks up at Ghost where the other man has turned around, raising an eyebrow at where he’s stopped in the middle of the hallway.

Johnny opens his mouth to speak, but only manages a quiet whine. Thankfully it’s too loud for anyone else in the hallway to hear (hopefully), but his cheeks still flush red at the animal sound.

Ghost only smirks and turns around to keep walking.

“Heel, Johnny. Don’t wander, you can sniff all you want later.”

Johnny takes a deep breath, and he follows Ghost.

It only takes a few more minutes for them to make it to Ghost’s room, and Johnny feels near collapse.

He’s… frustrated with himself. He’s got no idea why he’s so affected by what happened, why it feels so impossible to get past. Ghost has done worse to him, made him do worse.

But something about the way the groomer had looked at him… a complete stranger, looking at him and treating him the same way Ghost does. He knows that if Ghost had left, he would’ve sunk into a panic attack. He knows it’s Simon’s own twisted version of mercy, not leaving him alone.

The relief he feels when the door closes behind him nearly sends him to his knees. Ghost’s heavy hand on his shoulder does.

He doesn’t even have it in him to be upset at Ghost’s presumption. He feels better on his knees these days, anyway.

“To your crate, puppy, go on.”

He listens, crawling to the quilt-covered crate in the corner of the room. Neither of them speak as Ghost opens the door, the only sound a soft hum when Johnny crawls in.

“Gimme your paw, pup. Don’t want you sleeping in those gloves.”

Johnny whines, but listens, and gives Ghost his paw to take the gloves off. He instantly feels better, and makes a soft sound that he hopes is thankful as he stretches his fingers out, laying them flat against the blankets.

“There ya go,” Ghost hums, closing the door and laying the quilt over all but the front of the crate. “I’ll wake you up in a few hours, alright pup? Don’t want you to miss your walk.”

Johnny shudders as Ghost walks away, and closes his eyes tight. He tries to wipe all memories of the day away, focusing instead on the better times with Ghost.

Eventually he drifts off to thoughts of laying together while watching a football game, shared meals in loud pubs, quiet nights in after hard missions. He thinks of Ghost, strong and solid and unfaltering, and he sinks into sleep.

#rollingstrollingthrough #look at me. feeling Write-y #ghoap #bo writes #asks and answers

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myths-of-fantasy · 9 months ago

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CSOCW Day 3 - Relationships

PLAYER - SISTERLY

“Oh come on, Wolf, we’ve been friends for years!”

Kitu chuckled, twisting the silver ring on her finger around. It was a beautiful ring, a simple silver band with a collection of elegant, sweeping and swirling lines engraved into the surface, the names of her team woven on the inside. She wondered, briefly what Player’s parents had thought when they bought it for her as a birthday gift.

“I know,” it agreed, her lips twitching with amusement, sitting back. A birthday they had never considered they would have. “Which is why I’m insisting that you go to bed. I’m pulling rank on you, pup.”

“You can’t just pull rank when you want me to go to sleep.”

“Yes, I can – I can even play the ultimate card.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh wouldn’t I?” Kitu said with a sly grin on her face, deliberately typing loudly on her phone as she spoke aloud. “’Hey Carmen, Player has been up for 19 hours now because of our last caper and now he won’t sleep-’”

“Alright, alright! No need to pull the Red Card!”

“I’m glad we’ve reached an understanding.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you too, Player. Sleep well.”

“... I will. Enjoy the stars, Wolf.”

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PAPER STAR - HOSTILE

“STOP IT! SOMEONE STOP IT- MAELSTROM-”

For once, the powerful electric shock that exploded through its body, radiating down its nerves trying to tear through its mind, wasn’t enough to even begin to discourage its aggression. The taste of iron flooded its mouth as it sank its teeth deeper into the pale flesh beneath it, the shadows of its fingers shaping into claws, gripping tightly as it released a vicious snarl. The body beneath it thrashed furiously, their legs kicking violently against its stomach, attempting to knock the Beast from her.

It was finally a massive, meaty hand that gripped the back of its neck that stopped it. The Beast was lifted bodily from its target, still howling and slashing with rage, glaring mutinously through vengeful amber eyes.

“Well, at least we know it’s got fury,” Brunt chortled, forcing The Beast to its knees and effortlessly wrestling it back into the cage muzzle it had been wearing when they first showed it off.

The Beast released a frustrated snort from its nose, eyes locking on the bloodied form of one of the latest recruits – Tammy or something. The Wolf didn’t care. It had finally gotten the bitch back for all the harassing origami cranes being thrown at her cheeks and the prodding when she was still too tightly bound to defend itself.

“Let that be a warning to all of you about thinking your actions through,” Professor Maelstrom addressed the class.“If you're going to harass a mad dog, make sure its chain is too short to reach you."

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ZACK AND IVY - MOTHERLY

"Dude, these are so cool!"

"You didn't have to spend all that money on us, Kitu."

The tall woman rolled her eyes, but a fond smile played at her lips all the same. Zack slipped the racing themed hoodie over his head, diving heart-first into the gifts Kitu had returned with, while his sister watched her out of the corner of her eye, clutching the mechanic's kit in her palms.

"It's fine Ivy. It's more for me than you anyway," she said dismissively. "If I see you fiddling with electric wires without a mask again, I'll have a heart attack."

Ivy's caution turning into a teasing grin, "The gloves were from you too?"

"Those were from Carmen actually, and you better be wearing them."

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TAMARA FRAISER - MELANCHOLY

"I'm sorry, I just... I don't know what to say," the Chief, Tamara, sighs. She's clutching her coffee, a look of visible discomfort on her face that felt wrong after so long seeing her unflappable. Kitu almost reaches out to comfort her, to put her hand on hers, but she stops herself.

This is a stranger. She hardly knows her.

But that's what hurts the most. The knowledge that in another world, she wouldn't have been. This wouldn't be an uncomfortable getting-to-know-you coffee meeting, each of them trying to find the words to express how the last decade had felt.

"... I'm sorry."

Kitu glances up to see the same feeling of resigned longing in the eyes of the Chief.

"I am so sorry that I never got to be your mom," Tamara whispered.

Kitu offers an equally sad smile.

"And I'm sorry that I never got to be your daughter."

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CARMEN SANDIEGO - LOVING/DEPENDENT

"Why would you do that?" Ivy half-screeched, half-sobbed, while Kitu swallowed down her reflex to scream as the wound decorating her stomach twisted violently, stinging intently.

"Check Carmen first," she said, instead of answering the question.

"I'm fine, Kitu, I didn't get stabbed in the stomach!" Carmen hissed at her.

"Good," Kitu said matter-of-factly. "I think the knife was poisoned, by the way. This stings more than it should."

"Why?!" Carmen demanded. "I would've been fine!"

"But there was a chance you wouldn't have been. And that's not a world I will stay in long."

Carmen's jaw clicked shut, and it's the tensest wound treatment Kitu has had in a while.

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SHADOWSAN - COMPLICATED

Entering the living room, Kitu stiffened reflexively, baring its teeth and growling at the sight of the samurai meditating peacefully. As quickly as it started, the growling shut off - he was on their side now, an ally, not an enemy by Carmen's words. Intellectually, it hadn't been his fault - technically, he had given her a choice all those years ago. A choice that she didn't regret, couldn't afford to regret.

Emotionally, she was still that little girl who lost three families and was watching one of their killers carry off the last of it she had, desperate to keep an impulsively made promise to a dying man.

Shadowsan averts his gaze from her as Kitu takes a seat beside him.

Shadowsan uprooted himself - didn't kill Dexter, didn't allow Carmen to be raised into a killer, treated her more gently than the rest of the Faculty. He kept Black Sheep safe enough to become Carmen and then when staying behind was no longer an option, he discarded all he built to follow her.

Carmen was as much his world as she was Kitu's.

And that at least was easy to understand.

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@carmensandiego-ocweek

#projects by ankh #carmen sandiego #carmen sandeigo netflix #the black wolf capers

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chyrstis · 8 months ago

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Lighting the Fuse 4/?

This definitely has been long overdue and then some. To the point that I've been thinking off and on about it for the two-ish years in the interim, and made it my mission once May hit this year to actually try and update it. ...And setting that goal actually seemed to work.

This seems a bit rough in places still, but I hope you all enjoy, and goal #2 now is updating again before the year ends! *crosses fingers*

Pairing: F!Dep x Sharky Boshaw, F!Dep x John Seed (be forwarned, the slow burn is in full effect here for all parties involved, and isn’t stopping anytime soon) Rating: T Warnings: Canon-typical violence (and Hana running around like the 80's action hero she likes to be pretend to be) Word Count: 6K

Link to AO3!

Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 / Ch. 3 / Ch. 4 / ???

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When events are put into motion giving her a shot at an impossible task - capturing John Seed - the deputy jumps at the chance.

There’s only one problem.

She’s not the only one dying to get him, and keeping him alive when even his own people seem to want him dead isn’t looking to be an easy feat either.

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The fire hadn’t stopped. It’d spread, and a hell of a lot faster than Hana had hoped as she and Sharky kept running from building to building through the trailer park.

They hadn’t found Jerome yet, or any of the others. Sharky had passed off his radio to her as a means of getting in touch, but she’d caught two words from Jerome before it’d gone straight to static, and she’d upped her speed afterwards, looping around the lot that was at once too big and too small, curling in on itself as they ran in circles over and over.

They’d also gone through a few rounds of one-sided Marco Polo, mostly with Sharky yelling out Jerome’s name between shotgun blasts with no one other than the pissed off Peggies coming to retaliate, and on the fourth non-response she’d started yelling too.

“Jerome!” She cupped a hand to her face as they moved, and called out for him again, her voice straining, “Jerome!”

A hint of black in the distance caught her eye. That, and the bright flash that came from the muzzle of a shotgun, one that Jerome loaded and promptly unloaded into the nearest obstacle’s face.

It didn’t matter that there was a group of Peggies currently trying to tango with the man. She’d taken all but three steps towards him only to watch as he took the rest out one by one.

“Man,” Sharky murmured to her left before letting a whistle out. “I mean, I knew the dude was a total badass, but that? That’s fucking badass.”

Hana really couldn’t dispute it. Not when she still hadn’t moved past the first thought that struck while watching Jerome clean house in the distance: Damn.

But the stray shot that had her grabbing Sharky’s hoodie again to yank him out of the way snapped her out of it fast.

“Hon, focus. We’ve got to keep our eye on the prize, remember?”

“Huh? Oh! Yeah, that’s right.” He scrunched his face up, zeroing in on the man in question in the distance, and nodded. “Got that shit locked down tighter than tight, Dep.”

The trick was getting to him, though, as they cut through cover she tried to pick off a few of the others closing in on Jerome. No real easy feat as they had to keep mobile and fought to keep up, but even she was impressed with the distance they were able to cover as their party of two closed in on the Peggies attempting to flush Jerome out.

Focused on Jerome - who’d taken cover with another resistance member behind an abandoned car to dodge a lobbed molotov - they couldn’t hear her boots thudding against the dirt, or her quickened breaths. Not a single sound of it as she raised her gun up and brought the butt of it down as hard as she could muster.

The blow sent him straight to the ground, sprawling out as the other two Peggies scattered away, but quick as she got her gun back in front of her, she didn’t need it. The two hit the dirt in no time flat, and she whirled her head towards Sharky with an appreciative whistle.

With the path now clear, she skirted the nearby flames and skidded to place next to one thankfully unsinged Pastor.

- And the barrel of his shotgun.

“Whoa, wait, wait, wait-!” she yelled as she threw her hands up.

He started, but quickly lowered his gun. “Deputy. You might want to change your approach.”

“No shit. I’m-uh, definitely rethinking things. Either way, it’s good to see you. Is Grace here too?”

Jerome glanced over the cover, but didn’t move to stand up. If anything, he caught sight of Sharky continuing to blast away nearby, and stayed put. “She’s nearby. She spotted you before we were able to get any closer, and kept you in her sight for as long as possible.”

The green sight cutting through the air flashed through her mind. “Jesus. I was wondering why that sniper didn’t pop my head like a melon. Glad to know she's close, though.”

“Any word from the others?”

“I was about to ask you the same,” she said, teeth starting to worry at her lip. “Gave up my walkie to them, and told them all to hide and wait for word on our channel, but…”

“Pastor. Got movement on a group of Peggies heading south.“

Hana's eyes shot to the walkie at Jerome’s side, and he held it up. “Is it a large group? Any wounded with them?”

“Some. They’re off from the others, a few helping them get further into the woods.”

Hana glanced out towards the brush, looking back to Jerome. “Away from the river?”

“Deputy, wait-“

Jerome’s voice faded out behind her as she sprinted, eyes forward right on the trees as she dove right in.

Every inch of the forest loomed ahead, the path growing dark. The gunfire had died down in the time it took for her to disappear into the brush, but it didn’t take long for voices to call out in the distance again.

If they were cut off, they were screwed. If they lead the Peggies straight to the others they were screwed. Hell, every which way they were looking to be screwed, and she sped up as she grabbed for the radio Sharky had given her.

“Jerome,” she yelled, “don’t wait on me! Get everyone out before we’re pinned, because they’re coming in fast! I’ll get the others and once we’re clear we can double on back to-“

A figure in a long, dark coat stepped out ahead and she nearly wiped out as her boots skidded to a halt on the dirt. Hana scanned him over quickly, and a grin spread across her face before she could stop it. “…Ben? You son of a-“

That’s when she saw the weapon, raised and fixed on her. And the figure holding it wasn’t a match for Ben at all.

“…bitch,” she finished.

Two others emerged from the bushes, Peggies from the look of them, and both also armed. As she looked them over, she couldn’t pull any familiar details from them, none that matched any of the people they’d helped out earlier.

But the fourth? That, was Ben.

The brand-like cross on his face was unmistakable as he slowly approached from the treeline, the rifle she’d given him earlier in hand and the white cloth still wrapped around his arm.

Her hand went to the handle of her gun, jumping to it as soon as her mistake had sunk in, but hadn’t drawn it. Not yet.

“Ben, buddy,” she began, scowling, “I don’t know what you’re fucking playing at here, but I’d really appreciate it if you could level with me and fast.“

“Weapons on the ground,” The woman to Ben’s right snapped, her own cross tattoo carved onto her face.

“Easy,” Hana replied, but didn’t take her hand away. “Thought I was responding to a call for help. But if I’d known this was fucking Joe playing some sort of long game-“

“He’s not.”

That had her eyebrows rising. “No? So, you’re telling me these aren’t Peggies?”

They looked like Peggies. Were just as much them as Ben was and appeared to be, with nothing standing out to separate them from him. Only his word, as he slowly nodded.

Hana felt a bead of a sweat slide down the side of her forehead as her eyes skipped from person to person. “Well, you want to tell me why we aren’t getting the hell out of dodge then?”

“We are, but first -“ he held out his hand, “your weapon, deputy.”

“Ben, you don’t want to do this-”

“Your weapon.”

The cocking of a gun somewhere in the brush nearby was the final push. She pulled her red revolver out only to quickly toss it down by his feet. Her hands went up after.

Keeping his eyes on her, Ben crouched down to take the gun and aim it at her. One shot, one pull of the trigger, and she’d be gone.

Every muscle tensed, damn near quaking as she kept her hands up and her eyes on him. Could she get away? Move left, right, forward, back - fuck, anywhere? Just to move. To get out of the way, to do something.

But that debate stopped the minute Ben glanced back to those at his sides. Silent even now, whatever message he'd intended to send came through on their wavelength, one of the others beginning to step back and away from them. The woman followed, her weapon never wavering for a second, but eventually the trees grew too thick to see them through, and they faded from sight completely.

Soon only Ben was left. The gun was still locked onto her, the red metal glinting in what little light caught off of it and she didn’t dare take her eyes off of it.

At least she didn’t until he lowered it.

Hands up by her head still, she kept them there as she stared, knowing she’d have better luck reading a solid marble block than him, but as the silence stretched on she let them slowly drop. Let both rest by her sides, and kept them there even as her fingers twitched.

She hadn’t been able to read him well before. Even now she was fumbling to put a name to what exactly was crossing his face at this very moment, but when he bowed his head, it finally seemed to click.

“Thank you.”

The trees parted for him soon after, swallowing him up.

---

They were gone. All had vanished without a trace back into the woods where they had come from.

With Peggies soon to be swarming the area, they didn’t have time to weed them out or track them as they rushed to get out themselves, using the trees as cover. Hell, she’d barely touched down in the back of one of the trucks before ducking to avoid any stray bullets.

But the entire ride back she kicked herself. Over and over as her head swam and the faces of the group came back to her. Those with fear in their eyes, desperate, and those with weapons held high and aimed on her, with Ben right at the forefront.

So when they finally got back to town, she didn’t waste any time. Her feet hit the ground, taking her towards the Spread Eagle, her stomach churning with every step.

It’d taken some doing, but Hana maneuvered her way through the group out front to the back, and the minute she reached one of the empty stools, she all but threw herself onto it. Normally a bar stool was nowhere near comfortable, but here she was - stone cold sober and not even wanting to leave it for a second.

“That’s for you."

A bottle of Everclear hit the counter with a solid thud as Mary May placed it in front of her, and Hana couldn’t help but let out a sigh of contentment at seeing it.

“Hell, watching you walk through that door in one piece’s earned you half of the entire fucking thing if you want it.”

A glass hit Hana’s hand and she cracked the bottle open in record time. “God, yes.”

“Good. Now could someone catch me up on what the fuck is going on?”

Mary May’s eyes jumped between the two, lingering first on her then Jerome, but quickly focused on her again.

Hana smacked her lips before she started filling the shot glass to the brim. “ You, uh, want the long or the short version?”

“The version that’ll explain wherever the hell you went for now, because after the disappearing act they pulled none of us thought we’d ever see you again.”

“I pissed John off again, no surprise,” Hana replied, her response half muffled by her drink. The shot burned, and after trying not to wheeze her way through it, she poured another. “Had who knows how many white vans carrying extra Peggies on the road waiting for me, and when I tried to stop one I thought had hostages in it, I uh-didn’t exactly win that fight.”

“…A set up.” Mary May swore under her breath. “He’s turned them all into a fucking setup.”

“It’s looking that way. But there was a Peggie. Ex-Peggie,” Hana said as Mary May’s eyebrows flew up. “He told me he wanted to help and-“

“And you actually believed him?”

“No. Not at first, but he-his word turned out to be solid. Seemed he wanted out, and didn’t seem interested in handing me over or hurting me all that much either.”

Hana paused. Pressed the cold glass against her neck, then the side of her head. Her eyes slipped closed as she focused in on it, and wished she’d had a bathtub full of ice instead.

“…So when he said that there were a hell of a lot of other Peggies wanting the same thing, we got them out. Went straight for Silver Lake’s Trailer Park, and the Pastor did the rest.”

“Fuck.” Mary May sighed and looked at Jerome. “Ex-Peggies?”

He nodded. “It hasn’t been the first time, and it won’t be the last. They’re scared. They were at the beginning, and many still are now. Not everyone joined Eden’s Gate willingly, and some are starting to find their own ways to leave.”

“Scared? Is that right?” Mary replied, her voice rising, “But they still made their own damn choice instead of pushing back. Helped them to bury the fucking knife in our backs and hand the county over to them!”

“I understand, but-“

“But nothing! Look, we’re having enough trouble keeping our own people safe without having to worry about them being grabbed out of their homes, and off of the goddamn roads. John’s got more vehicles out than ever, each of those goddamn vans working to capture us - and nevermind he damn near got her!”

Hana nearly choked on her drink when Mary May jabbed a finger at her.

“He had her in that van on the way to his fucking bunker, and where would we be then, huh? Where would she be?”

Jerome let his eyes slide closed. “I remember being led out into the street. From the church, down those steps, only to be placed on my knees as one of the People of Eden’s Gate held out Joseph’s Word. Spoke it to me.”

“Jerome-“

“And I remember clearly when further down the street in our home, she came. Sweeping through them with holy fire.” Slowly turning towards Hana, the gaze he leveled at her left her frozen in place. “I did not know her. Neither of us did, but once we saw her, we knew what she could be. And what she could be capable of. Without her, we would be worse off by far, and they know this. Both John and Joseph. If any of those people were still loyal to the Project, why would they willingly bring her back?”

Mary May frowned. “They clearly got something out of it.”

“Their own people, yes, but where is the deputy now?”

Glancing between the two, Hana didn’t move a muscle. Just watched, waiting.

“Right here. Here with us,” Jerome said, turning back towards Mary May. “There are defectors within Eden’s Gate. They did this, they brought her back.”

The look in Mary May’s eyes hardened. Held fast for a good long minute as she crossed her arms. “And?”

“And all they wanted in return was a way out. No more, no less."

Her lips settled into a thin line, pressed hard into each other as she kept her eyes on him. Holding the other's stare, they held their ground - so still, that after a few minutes, Hana decided that nothing short of the roof falling in would break the stalemate. But after what seemed like an eternity, Mary May sighed, the breath coming out in a huff as she reached for the stack of glasses sitting next to her. “…Fine. I’ll give you that, but I ain’t giving them anything else.”

That’s when Mary May finally looked her way again, and her expression softened as she reached out to rest a hand on Hana’s arm. “And as for you, you take as long as you need back here, got it?”

She nodded, and before she could get a single word out, Mary May was gone.

Trading a look with Jerome, Hana held the bottle out to him, and he took it. Filling up another glass, he topped hers off with a heavy pour, and she mentally added that to tally of things he’d never stop surprising her with.

“She’s right,” he eventually said, halfway through his drink. “You should rest while you can.”

This time the shot didn’t burn as much, but the cough she couldn’t quite muffle. “Pastor, I mean this with kindness, but fuck that.”

“Or slow down. Try it. We need you, but you’re human. Flesh and blood like the rest of us, and difficult as it is to believe, we all need a moment to rest. Take it.”

Hana opened her mouth again, but paused. Let it close for a beat before putting what was left of the Everclear into it. “One night. One.”

At the sight of her raised index finger, Jerome chuckled. “If that’s all you can spare, it’ll have to do.”

The two made their way out towards the front of the bar after that, mingling with the others. The mood now was nowhere near the kind she remembered on the night they brought the tankers in - tension and worry hanging in the air as she traded words with more than a few getting ready to head onto the next round of watch.

Someone passed her a beer, her thanks fading into the background noise of the bar, and she rubbed at the side of her face, and kept walking. Moved in a straight line towards the doors as the other voices faded out and she pushed forward.

The cold air hit her skin the minute she shoved the door open. She’d been warm before, her body temperature peaking due to the shots in the back, but no longer had it to cling to out here. Breathing in deep, her skin prickled as she held it, goosebumps rising fast before letting it all out in a long exhale.

That's when it kicked in again. The urge to move, her feet taking her along that path just past the Eagle down as far as she could reach. Past the house, down towards the fields, maybe. Out and far, far as her feet could carry her.

- At least that was her original plan, until she was swept off the ground, sputtering as the bottle flew out of her hand and the world whirled around her.

“Whoo-hoo, Deputy!” Hurk laughed, giving her a bear hug tight enough to cut her air supply off. “We were hoping and wishing and betting you’d be fine, and you’re looking finer than fine! You’re-“

“Suffocating! “ Hana patted his back, wheezing, “Hurk can you just - can you loosen that up hon?”

The spinning stopped even as her vision kept on dancing, and Sharky popped up in the edges of it, running up close to them as she felt Hurk move - whether to give him a fist bump or a high-five she couldn’t tell.

“Dude, you’ve got a choke hold on her that’d put any amigo out after a round! You might wanna loosen that up.”

“Oh! Oh shit, lemme fix that!“

Hurk set her down and the vice lifted, air whooshing back into her lungs quick enough to leave her a little lightheaded even without the alcohol’s help. She nearly stumbled over her own two feet, but once she was righted with Hurk’s help, he settled for giving her arm a friendly bump instead.

“It’s just real good to see you after losing you like that the other day, and I didn’t mean to choke you like that, Dep. Especially since it looks someone might’ve got in a head start on that too.”

“What do you…?” Aiming a strange look at him, his words didn’t click at first, but the memory of hands clamping down on her windpipe hit like a truck right after. “Jesus, uh- okay, so maybe someone tried to put the squeeze in on me earlier, but it’s - it was nothing.”

“Yeah, no, you see that right there?” Hurk tapped Sharky’s shoulder as both peered over at her. “That is a solid two-hander.”

Hana shook her head at him before turning towards Sharky, but he wasn’t grinning at her anymore. No, he was looking at her closely now, eyes tracing along that point below her chin, and her throat grew tight.

“Damn, H.” He whistled under his breath. “That’s no fucking joke.”

He was leaning solidly into her space now. Leaning far enough in for her to have to rock back to keep any distance between them, with the inches dwindling by the second.

“Shark, buddy. Seriously, I’m fine-ow!”

Something touched her neck, falling between a poke and a jab, and at her yelp, Sharky jumped back and held his hands up. “Aw geez, Dep! Sorry! Sorry, I was just-I mean it looked real sore, and I might’ve been gauging it to see if it needs patching or something, and-uh, wanted to see if it-“

“If it hurts?” she asked, holding a hand to the dully throbbing spot. “Well good news, hon! It hurts!”

She gave him a solid poke in the side. “Ow!”

Watching him rub furiously at the spot, she waited, then poked him again, and again. On the next Sharky caught her hands, his grip pretty dawn tight even as he kept on trying to dodge her.

“Ow, Dep! I get it! I get it!”

When she slowed down, he gave a quick huff of relief, and Hana shook her head. Lost all and any track of where she’d mentally been not even five minutes ago, and had to take a second to get it all back.

But when it sank its claws back in, she knew it. Felt that weight bring her right back down to earth, and lightly tugged her hands away from Sharky.

“Anyway, don’t think I’m not happy to see you guys. That’s not even close to true, not one bit, but -“ She paused, taking a moment to fish the discarded beer bottle off of the ground, studying the label. “I think I’m fucking toast, man. I might have to call a raincheck on any and all parties and afterparties going on right now.”

“Well shit, I uh...“ Hana glanced up as Sharky faltered, disappointment setting in, but a smile slipped in soon after. “Sure thing, shorty. You wanna sit down, kick back and take five or twenty, we got you. ‘Sides, we always pregame shit like this, so if you wanna get in on it later we’ll get you caught up.”

She’d started chewing on her lip again, and let it go. “Promise?”

“Hell yeah! Won’t even touch the high-proof, top shelf-type shit ‘til then.” He moved to slap her shoulder, but jerked to a stop and slapped Hurk’s instead. “Right, Hurky?”

“Ow!” Rubbing at the spot, Hurk glowered at him for a beat, but recovered fast. “That’s a tall order, cuz, but if we wanna wait, I guess we can work on a few party favors for the Peggies instead. Always wanted to try rigging one of those edible arrangements-type baskets, but we’d have to crash my mama’s house first for a decent melon baller.“

“Dude, just stuff ‘em full of cherry bombs, what do you wanna waste any of that for?”

“’Cause a fruit basket’s gotta have some fruit, and you can’t get any of those nice little round shapes without one,” Hurk replied, scratching his chin as he thought it over. “I know she’s got one in near-mint condition over yonder, just gotta get up there and see if we can score a couple of cantaloupes on the way too-“

Listening to the two, watching as Sharky stepped up to mime the arc of something being launched, Hana paused for a moment - watching his hands move as he mimed the arc of something being launched - before slipping away.

Sneaking off after being reunited again so soon was borderline shitty at best, but if she stuck around now she’d never be able to talk herself into leaving. The longer she stuck around the worse her company was bound to get, and as her thoughts started to fuzz around the edges, nothing would be better for it and the others than to just get somewhere as wide open and quiet as possible.

She’d been moving down the way and out before, but one glance upward towards the stars made up her mind for her.

Taking the path behind the autoshop, she found the one ladder sure enough, and took to climbing. Hoisting herself up one rung at a time, she just wanted to see the sky. To get a moment to look up past the clouds and see -

She froze at the top. Directly across from her posted right by the heavy machine gun was a familiar face. One she’d missed, but had seen flashes of throughout the day.

Grace’s eyes widened a hair as she focused on her, rifle slung on her back, and Hana immediately backpedaled. “Shit. Grace, I’m sorry. I didn’t I’d - let me get out of your way.”

“You bring two?”

Hana stopped with one foot already on the lower rung of the ladder, and swayed as she nearly dropped the lone beer clutched in her grip.

Tilting her head, Grace gestured towards the spot next to her. "Could also use more eyes up here."

"...You sure? Might just end up picking up my slack more than anything else."

"Better up here than down there."

Hana turned towards the houses again. Towards the path she'd wandered out once before, bottle in hand and memories fuzzy, and shrugged off the feeling settling in the pit of her stomach.

“Think you’re right about that. Just one problem, though.” She held up the beer up before extending it towards Grace. “Only came up here with one, and I owe you at least two for what you did earlier.”

It was nearly pitch black out, but she still caught it. The small smile that crossed Grace’s face and didn’t leave it. “It’ll do.”

---

The next day they all set out to regroup - to get back at some of the vans while also gathering supplies, and the first thing Hana does once she’s able to drag herself down from her perch with Grace is get an idea of where they’d been striking.

Reports mentioned Peggies picking off their people both to the east and the south - the van over by Sunrise a lucky shot in the dark for John’s people - while others had struck on the outskirts of the valley. Fall’s End was still the largest fortified free zone for their people to be in, but the roads weren’t theirs. Not yet.

So she had to work fast, at least now before they had a chance to throw them off further. She was still a target. Had lucked out somehow even after getting fucked over before, but didn’t even think about laying low now. It was her fault it’d gotten worse to begin with, and her mess to deal with.

With the guys on interference, gift baskets and all, it took some of the heat off, and as soon as a new report came in - another white van proving to be an ambush - she was back on the road rushing off to intercept it.

Burning rubber, she ran them down, making sure no one hit them alone, and held her breath with every screech of the tires and every thrown open door on the back of their vans. Every stop was a roll of the dice, and after a day of playing touch and go, she and a few others jerry-rigged their own van, piling in to tail the Peggies back to one of their drop off points.

The path wound north through the hills, taking them in a direction that this time she was able to follow. Peering over the driver’s seat from her spot in the back, she watched the construction yard come into view. Paths almost haphazardly circled the place, running rings around the building square in its center, as the dirt paths merged into the road leading onto the grounds.

An ATV roared past them, nearly clipping them on the way in, and judging from the trucks parked outside it was active as ever. Whatever they had been moving out before - supplies, people, weapons - they’d have a shot at now, and a quick radio call on their end helped make it clear that they wouldn’t have to deal with it alone for long.

Ducking back down, Hana passed some extra shells to Kat, and traded a quick look with Grace as she fiddled with her gear to get her rifle into place.

Grace had already been looking her way, skeptical for damn good reason, and seconds away from telling her to stay put. It would’ve been a rough order to follow if she had, one Hana would’ve been doomed to break, but Grace remained silent as the wheels slowed to a stop, her mouth set in a hard line.

There wasn’t much she could say in this moment to ease the pressure, but as the countdown in her head wound down to zero, Hana flashed her a wink. Then jumped to join the others in busting out of the back of the van.

Chaos erupted, the Peggies by the doors falling back only to go for their weapons as their group got into position. Hana threw herself behind a nearby pile of logs, and stayed down as a spray of bullets sent pieces of wood and bark flying. She’d lost sight of the others fast. Kat she’d figured would want to get in close and personal, her shotgun doing most of the talking for her, while Grace was nothing short of a ghost.

One blink and Hana lost sight of the red heart on the back of Grace’s uniform, but not even a moment later she spotted that light again. Faint and familiar, Grace's laser sight glinted briefly on the back of one of the Peggies before they fell, her shots almost too quick for Hana to keep up with.

More wood pelted her as she adjusted her position, and as a Peggie came up from the other side, she fired. Tried to aim best as she could, while holding her position.

"Five minutes out, we’ll be there in five!” the walkie by her side crackled, as words come through.

Five. Fuck.

“Deputy!”

Hana whipped her head towards the voice, trying to pick out the person speaking to her, and caught the Resistance member waving at her - Bryan, or was it Ryan? They hadn’t had a lot of time for intros in the van, but his ‘drop the bass’ shirt was tough to forget.

“We’ll cover you!” His cover wasn’t much better than hers, and he pointed towards the only main building in the yard.

He started firing, and the rain of wood chips above her slowed, then stopped. Chancing a quick peek out between what was left of the pile, Hana broke into a run before she could second-guess it.

And though there wasn’t much point, she started counting again. Ran straight through those numbers and across the dirt road as one became five, became fifteen, became thirty. Eventually the numbers blended right into the noise erupting around them, and as she reached the building in the center of the yard, she fought to get to that room tucked away inside of it. That small place that she’d make damn sure no one else was ever trapped in again.

Throwing herself into cover just past the entrance, Hana stopped to catch her breath as movement close by drew her attention to the floor. Right to the grenade rolling to a stop right by her feet.

Every hair on her shot straight up. Scrambling to move, she damn near slipped and fell as she fought to get away, and dove right back out.

Profanity zipping through her head on overdrive, it all skidded to a halt as the force hit. Flowing out, it was a wave of heat that set her nerves alight as she collided with a nearby crate. Vision swimming, she blinked and coughed, praying it’d settle only to get dragged up.

An arm looped around her neck, and she clamped down on it with her fingers as the pressure ramped up to cut off her air flow. She slammed herself back against the person holding her. Once, then twice, as a snarl slipped out, and the grip loosened, giving her just enough leeway to get away and - crack.

That close she couldn’t help but flinch as the shot took the Peggie down; her ears ringing slightly as she righted herself. But when she flashed a thumbs up in appreciation, across the way from her wasn’t Grace. Hell, it wasn’t even one of their people. It was -

A Peggie. The woman lowered her gun, and when Hana didn’t budge, she broke into a run, clearing out fast. Another Peggie stayed with her, keeping close behind as they disappeared into the trees.

Was that - were there more of them? One of Ben's?

A solid slap to her arm shook her out of it a moment later, one of the other Resistance members pulling her back to the present, but the questions lingered. Stayed in the back of her mind even as they cleared out the last few holdouts and finally broke into that back room.

Three people were huddled together on the other side of the door, all blindfolded, but unharmed. Relieved, she threw out as quick a greeting as she could manage before removing them and cut the zipties around their wrists after.

On Grace’s final all-clear of the area, they didn’t linger. They got the hell out fast, leaving Kat and the others to break down the rest of the yard and the gear the Peggies had been stashing there. But back at Fall’s End, she was back at square one again. Idle enough for the itch to move to set in, and for her mind to wander back to the questions running through it on repeat.

How many defectors were there? How many had there always been?

They had no real clue at this point, just word on the few that Jerome knew had reached out for help. But sometimes that was all you needed. A few people on the same wavelength, with a serious desire to raise hell.

And judging from what she’d seen over the last day or so, the few were starting to look like so much more than that.

The cigarette burned down between her lips as Hana stared down the street, and felt her heel start tapping against the floor. Posted at one of the rooftop watch stations, her eyes followed the few people that passed on by, and by the time she’d picked up on the voice coming through her radio, she’d graduated to the kind of tapping that would’ve had her mother placing a hand on her knee to still it.

“-ty? Deputy, are you there?”

Jerome. Her leg came to a quick stop. “Hey, Pastor. Everything okay?”

“Where are you right now, still nearby?”

“Yeah, I’m practically a stone’s throw from you, if you’re wondering. Why?”

“Do you remember what we spoke about earlier? About you, and those that brought you back?

She took one last draw on the cigarette, her grip tight on it. “Yeah, I remember.”

“Come on down to the church. They want to meet.”

#far cry 5 #deputy hana #sharky boshaw #pastor jerome #mary may fairgrave #grace armstrong #hurk drubman jr #fic: lighting the fuse #fic series: you'll be okay I promise #a few scenes refused to work for the longest time #and the added the time off really helped things come together in the end #let's see if I can keep it going this time around ;)

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