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felinecryptid · 9 months

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Black Holes and Stars

or Pav really wants to kiss Hobie, dammit

as always, translations are at the end xx

also the songs are clickable (they take you to Spotify <3)

Pav was never going to order an uber again.

The first two cabs cancelled because of the new year’s rush and the third cab they ordered and had it reach them had a milkshake spill on one seat. Making the seating capacity three instead of four, for their four person group. Pav’s heart jumped into his throat as Gwen called shotgun and Miles called dibs on the seat behind Gwen. Leaving Hobie and Pav to share one seat. Where Pav was right now, sitting deathly still on Hobie’s lap, aware of every shift of fabric, every little breath fanning across the back of his neck, every little hum when at the end of his deep rebervating huffs of laughter.

Now, Pav has had prolonged contact with Hobie, but in the form of extremely complex handshakes, the occasional headlock and the most frequent of all, being thrown straight onto Hobie during fights. This was different. This was intentional and intimate. This was feeling the intoxicating heat of his body for all of the forty minutes of the ride. This was a situation where Hobie could feel the goosebumps erupt all over his skin with the brush of a finger. This was dangerous. Pav zoned back to the conversation, having lost track of it an eternity ago.

“-I’m actually offended that they’re allergic to kiwis,” Miles continued, deep into storytelling to notice Gwen's sickening smitten stare. “Like, they look like they should love kiwis, but noo, they are allergic.”

“Wha’s a kiwi, anyway?” Hobie asked, leaning towards Miles over the spilt milkshake.

Gwen turned to Hobie the same time Miles whipped around. Pav tried his best to shoot an incredulous look at Hobie without shifting his body, a task that proved to be almost impossible.

Silence blanketed them, broken by Kamariya playing on the radio and the occasional horn in the traffic.

“Hobie, have you never had a kiwi?” Gwen had almost fully turned around in her seat and Pav didn't have the heart to point out the police officer scanning the traffic.

“My world’s on the brink of total anarchical collapse, ‘aven't got a scooby ‘bout kiwis because I’ve got other things to do,” Hobie shrugged, fiddling with the window button.

“My bad, Hobie. We need to fix that immediately,” Gwen nodded.

“Wha’? My universe?”

“No, not that. Not yet, I’m talking about a kiwi.”

“Damn, an’ here I though’ you were gon’ fix me problems.”

“Your problem is a government. I can't deal with my own father, the government is a whole another cake.”

“Ye, ye’ those are the fightin’ words, Gwendy.” Hobie leaned out further yet, putting his hand on Pav’s waist, for balance-

Don't ask Pav the colour of anything, he doesn't know. He’s pretty sure his lungs are beeping the same error message as his brain.

“Eat shit, Brown.”

“Alright children, càlmate."

“Ain't you the underage un’?”

Pav was hearing words, but his remaining three brain cells were trying to process the warmth of Hobie’s hand seeping through the thin linen of his shirt, the contours of his hand perfectly fitting around Pav’s side. Waves of shivers ran down his skin like the waxing and waning shadows cast by the amber lights outside.

Pav looked at Hobie, neck straining, to see if he could see his thoughts in his eyes, and instead met his own eyes, thoughts and emotions all reflected in the kaleidoscope of Hobie’s eyes.

Pav wasn't the only one feeling the pull, right? He wasn't. He couldn't be the only one, when Hobie’s eyes grew impossibly deeper, the browns receding, like a blackhole and its glowing event horizon, and Pav had no choice but to crash. A little bit more and-

“Hey lovebirds! We’re here!” Miles called, rapping sharply on their side of the window, opening the door.

Pav reeled back, ridiculously thinking about spaghettification, because his face was on fire and his legs felt like cooked noodles.

“I’ll give ya ‘lovebirds’, you fucker-” Hobie launched himself at Miles, chasing him around, leaving Pav to pay.

“Bhaiya, zara QR code dikhana, PhonePe kar deta hun.” Pav nodded at the driver, who was distractedly chewing some gum.

The guy took out the code on his phone. “A word of advice; do something about that guy. You two were painful, literally ankhon se ek durse ke kapde utaar rahe the. Abhi I need to go, dry clean the seat where the last customer sat, and sprinkle ganga jal where you both sat. Thank you and happy new year, I hope no one else has to witness you both- doing whatever that was- I feel like I need a shot of ganga jal as well.”

Saying Pav felt mortified was a massive understatement. He wanted the earth to crack open under him and swallow him whole as he paid the money, with a generous tip.

Hobie hung back a bit away from earshot, but that still didn't stop him from bugging Pav about what took him so long. Pav valiantly did not blush more as he refused to elaborate.

***

“You have games here?” Miles’ eyes shone with excitement. “I thought we were just going to get drunk on cheap drinks and dance while other couples make out.”

“You can't technically drink yet, new guy.” Pav pointed at the thick, black ’X’ on his hand.

“I can. I did. At Hobie’s,” Miles grumbled as Hobie put an arm around him.

“Yea’, me’ mandem fucked aroun’ the nuclear subs at fourteen, you definitely could drink and smoke when you are seventeen."

“Stop that, you ass,” Miles hit Hobie upside the head, ducking out of his chokehold. “All of you are so mean to me.”

“I’m not mean to you,” Gwen poked Miles in the shoulder. “I am literally so nice to you.”

“You are the worst offender, Gwendy, you didn't let me ride shotgun.”

“Awwh, but I really wanted to.”

“I wanted to, too.”

“I could make it up to you,” Gwen leant closer to Miles, taking his hand. Pav could see the dark blush take up residence on Miles’ face. Before Pav could interrupt, Gwen was pulling him away, into the crowd with a shout of ‘see ya’ around!’

“We should get us a drink.” Hobie’s breath tickled the shell of Pav’s ear, and he couldn't have stopped the shivers if he had wanted to.

“We can't, Maya Auntie would hit me with the jhaadu if she sniffs out anything suspicious on me.”

“Does tha’ mean I shouldn' drink either?”

“Why wouldn't you? I want you to have a good time.”

“‘know plenty ways to ‘ave a good time that don't include no tumblin’ down the sink.” Pav could hear the smirk in his voice. He didn't know what he could do other than melt into a puddle on the floor. Still, he shot him a mock glare.

“Smooth like sandpaper, bada aaya Romeo,” Pav managed, and for a second he believed in his own bravado. “How about I show you some tumbling?” Pav hooked his finger in Hobie’s collar, pulling him down, down, down, till their faces were level. Pav could feel himself getting lost in the deep black of Hobie's eyes. “Kya bolti tu?” Pav murmured, voice breathless and husky.

Pav could see the exact moment when Hobie’s self restraint shattered. The irises of Hobie's eyes were swallowed up by the gravitational pull of the black of his eyes, and Pav couldn't wait to be swallowed up too.

He leans in closer, anticipating, hoping-

Someone- Someones- collided with them, bringing all of them down. For the second time that day, Pav found himself very acquainted with Hobie's body.

He feels Hobie’s arms holding him, a futile attempt to protect him from the floor, considering he's currently flat against the same, breath knocked out of him yet again, this time for multiple reasons.

“Oh we're so sorry! So, so, sorry- Just, I was looking for my friend and Saswat here was annoying me an’ I wasn't watching where I was goin’-” The person rambled on at a frankly terrifying speed as they got up. Hobie huffed as helped Pav up, “It’s alri’e, jus’ watch where you goin.”

“We’re so sorry, let us buy you something as an apology,” The person gushed, and then hit the guy- Saswat- in the stomach, urgently whispering that sounded a whole lot like ‘kuchh bolna, gadhe’.

“It's alright, really,” Pav conceded, sensing another word vomit if he didn't stop the train wreck of a conversation that was happening. “We should get going, do our own thing, you know-”

“You should join us for a game of spin the bottle,” Saswat winked. Pav wasn't sure what that meant. “We can buy you a drink then. Come with us,” Saswat swung his arm over Pav’s shoulders, walking him straight into a circle with about 5 people in various degrees of inebriation in a loose circle, sprawled over bean bags, and love seats. Pav thought one of them looked familiar. Like really familiar.

“Meet our new friends!” Saswat announced. This is- uh- what's your names?” He hissed urgently in his ear.

“I'm Pavitr, and that's Hobie-”

“Right, yeah, this is Pavitr and that's Hobby,” Saswat declared, gesturing grandly, plopping onto the only empty barstool. Pav and Hobie squished themselves into a wide-ish armchair. At least it was a step up from still on Hobie’s lap, Pav thought wildly, thighs pressed against each other.

“Not again,” The other person groaned, sitting down next to a girl with long greyish dyed hair. “I can't do this again.” They muttered and Pav got the feeling that he wasn't supposed to hear it.

“Saswat, you whore,” The familiar looking person reached over, tugging on his ear.

“Shut up Achari, maine toh kuch kiya bhi nahi hai,” Saswat slapped the person’s hand away.

“You are thinking it, you don’t even have to do something,” Achari replied. “Also I feel like I know the short guy.”

“Hey, watch who you're calling short!”

“But you are! You are practically matchbox sized, you could fit in an ikea bag, or a suitcase!”

“Alright, Athanni stop antagonising Pavitr, we're here to make new friends. Right, Annz?” The silver haired girl turned to the person who caused the collision, who turned an interesting shade of red, muttering ‘yep, ‘spin the bottle’ ek doston waala game hai, definitely’ under their breath. Pav had no idea if the silver haired girl didn't hear that or pretended not to because she went on.

“Here are the rules: spinner kisses whoever the bottle lands on and because we are not big fans of forcing someone to kiss, you can skip kissing and instead take a big sip of your drink,” The silver haired girl- Pav can't just keep calling here that in his mind- said. Annz side eyed the girl.

“Tammy, you know I don't have a drink, and neither do the new kids.”

“Then you'll just have to kiss me,” The girl- her name being Tammy, apparently- responded with a cheeky grin.

“Stop it, I can't breathe with all the UST you guys have, ugh,” Athanni drained the last of their drink in one big gulp, slamming down the bottle in the middle. “Let's get this ball rollin'!”

They spin the bottle.

Pav wondered why he and Hobie were still there, playing a kissing game with strangers, as he watched the bottle spin around, practically blurring.

They could just leave, right? Pav glanced at Hobie, and they met eyes. Pav froze. Hobie’s eyes had never looked so dark as they did now. “Wish we were alone now.” He whispered, only for Hobie, because he did. He only wished they were alone, maybe in this room, maybe in the whole world. Or maybe Pav wanted everyone to just look away and not pay attention, because the only attention he wanted was Hobie’s.

They hadn't broken eye contact for a moment. Pav could see a familiar emotion on Hobie's face, an emotion that made Pav’s stomach swoop with elation, the same emotion that made him want to giggle wildly when Hobie was too close, the same emotion that rose in his chest and up his throat when they were close enough, close enough to-

‘Your turn, short boy,” Athanni’s voice pulled him back to his frustrating reality.

“What?” Pav asked, trying to keep the irritation out his voice.

“Spin the bottle. You know, the game,” Athanni smiled, faux innocence dripping off their face.

“Y- yeah, the game, right. Uh-” Pav reached over and gave the bottle a weak nudge. It leisurely turned around three times.

Before coming to a stop at Hobie.

Pav could have kissed Athanni or even the bottle but he didn't, because he was going to kiss Ho-

“There you are Pav, I've been looking all over for you!”

If Miles was spiderman, he surely could survive a fall from the top of the Qutub minar, right? Pav turned to look at Miles, fighting his way out of a rather thick crowd of people, hand clasped tightly with Gwen's, who appeared to be expertly nursing a drink within the crush of the crowd.

“Gwen convinced the DJ to play some english songs, come join us for a dance!” Miles said, smiling ear to ear and Pav could not stay angry.

He got up, nodding at the group of strangers. “This game was fun, thanks, but now we must go.” Hobie didn't even wait till Pav was done to start tugging him away into the crowds. Pav heard a chorus of ‘byes’ and maybe a ‘go get it dude!’ as he let himself be dragged away.

***

“I believe you owe me a dance, chodu,” Pav smiled, pushing Hobie over to the masses, where people were swaying to Radha.

“If ya think you can keep up, you're sorely mistaken, me raspberry tart,” Hobie said, leaning on the wall, stretching his arms above languidly and it was all Pav could do to not jump him right there. “You like to dance close?” Hobie asked, resting those arms on Pav’s shoulders like a middle school dance, “Or closer?” He slid his hands down to his waist, pulling him in, and how could Pav breath with them pressed together like that?

In the dim lights and thundering beats of the dance floor, a voice broke through. "Pav! C’n you te’ me where the res’room is- I really need th’ pee." Gwen appeared, giggling and speech slurring, and Pav wished that homicide was legal, not for the first time, not during this night, not in his life. Hobie leaned away, and Pav lamented not cherishing their proximity more.

He didn't think he hated Gwen, but at the moment Gwen was being particularly annoying, of course not intentionally. Or at least Pav didn't think it was intentional, because who would want to interrupt two people desperately trying to have a moment together, that's just weird.

“Hey-uh! Gwen!” Pav smiled, probably way too brightly considering his circumstances. “The restroom is on the other side of the club- uh, where’s Miles? Did he leave you alone?” Pav frowned. Miles was supposed to stay with Gwen. Unaccompanied minors and Gwen’s state aside, they were using the buddy system to not lose track of each other in the crowd. They were being responsible, but not anymore, apparently.

He was realising it would have been better to just stay back in his room with Hobie, because at least no one would fucking pop in with useless fucking questions when Hobie’s hands were ghosting his waist, with his breath on his lips-

Pav shook himself out of his funk. “C’mon Gwanda, We’d better go find Miles before he makes another eldritch entity sulk.”

Pav definitely did not think Hobie’s guffaws lacked a little sanity, nuh-uh.

They wove through the crowd, somehow managing to keep track of Gwen, who wandered off like a kid in the metaphorical candy shop too many times to count. Pav secretly relished Hobie's hand in his, a leftover from their position of moments prior.

The warmth of Hobie’s hand was different than the pressing heat of the bodies around them, more comforting and somehow, more exciting at the same time. Hobie was rubbing little circles on his knuckles and Pav could swear he felt sparks.

They can get through this. If nothing else, Hobie was going to sleep over at his, he was going to have this, nothing could stop him from doing this.

“Pav! Pavitr! Hobie! It’s time for countdown!” Miles called from the little balcony jutting out, overlooking the gigantic Christmas tree in the square. A large billboard counted down in big red numbers, 17 morphing into 16.

Gwen all but collapsed on Miles, who caught her easily, keeping her upright. Pav breathed a sigh of relief.

A breath that got caught in his throat. Because Hobie was looking at him like he wanted to eat Pav alive.

Everything stilled to a stop as Hobie spun him around, holding their hands between them. Pav could hear the dull chanting of ‘ten, nine, eight-’ as he stepped closer. A light chilly breeze blew, whispering through among them, carrying the sweet smell of cheap cherries, a cologne Pav had given Hobie months ago, and a familiar musky smell underneath it all.

A bead of sweat rolled down Hobie’s neck. Pav's eyes were glued onto it, following the paths it took over the contours of his neck and Pav wanted to taste it, to be it.

Five.

Hobie moved one hand to Pav’s waist, caressing his sides and his arm, coming to rest on his cheek. Pav let out a shaky breath.

Four.

Pav moved closer, their bodies brushing, separated by their clasped hands. Pav let go, pulling Hobie in by his neck. Their faces were a breath apart and-

Three.

-his saccharine warmth enveloped Pav in a sweet kiss. Pav’s breath stuttered again as his heart kicked into overdrive. Pav started to return the press, and Hobie pulled away. Pav whined, following.

Two.

“Sorr-”

One.

“Sorry mat bol, kasam se- idhar aa-” Pav pulled Hobie into an open mouthed kiss, as the fireworks went up, lighting up the skies in brilliant gold and silver. Pav’s insides felt like fireworks too, all warm and restless, He wanted to touch, he wanted to feel Hobie all over, his hair, his face, his strong shoulders, his wiry arms, his-

Pav pulled him closer, stepping back closer to the wall-

-Only to find himself hanging over thin air, over the railings of the balcony, over the deafening crowd in the Mumbattan square, supported only by the arms of one Hobie Brown. Pav shivered, the metal railing cold against the small of his back. But Hobie was warm. Pav couldn't resist snuggling closer, burying his hands in Hobie's hair, while Hobie’s mouth did wonderful things down his throat and on his collarbones.

Hobie pushed him further yet, shifting their gravity, dipping him over the railing so he was supporting the both of them from a high drop, and Pav let him, losing himself in his ministrations. If Pav was going to fall, Hobie's arms would only catch him.

He couldn't wait to take an uber back home.

___

Translations:

scooby - clue

Càlmate - calm down

Bhaiya, zara QR code dikhana, PhonePe kar deta hun - brother, show me the QR code, I'll phonepe you (phonepe is like cashapp, or apple pay or google pay, you get the gist)

ankhon se ek durse ke kapde utaar rahe the - undressing eachother with your eyes

abhi - now

ganga jal - hindu equivalent of holy water (water for the holy river ganga)

mandem - friend group (i think? i might be wrong but im too sleepy to check rn)

nuclear subs - pubs

ankhon se ek durse ke kapde utaar rahe the - you were literally undressing each other with your eyes

jhaadu - broom

tumbling down a sink (?) - a drink

bada aya romeo - you think youre a player (romeo)? (also desi pop culture yk)

kya bolti tu? - watcha say? (not 'what do you say', important distinction, bc that sentence hella informal and so casual, it also a old bollywood movie ref)

kuchh bolna, gadhe - say something, asshole

maine toh kuch kiya bhi nahi hai - i haven't even done anything

ek doston waala game hai - sure is a friends typa game

Qutub minar - A tall historical tower in India in delhi (? im too sleepy for this, im like 60% sure its in delhi)

chodu - fucker

raspberry tart - sweetheart

Sorry mat bol, kasam se- idhar aa- - don't apologise, i swear to- come here-

istg i gave myself carpal tunnel with them, they just kept missing the kiss on and on

they might be kinda ooc but lets be real we're all here to read them kiss a million times

there are some inside jokes and some oc interactions you might not get but ykw life is short fuck it

a million thanks to goldenpunk artists server for this opportunity and another million thanks to the people in there, so amazing and encouraging

this is for you sera, ghost and starr, yall really made me post this on time (technically its not 2nd jan everywhere yet, stfu)

also idont think im a 100 percent coherent rn, so lemme know if i missed something and thanks for reading, have an amazing day

(and if you got the time pls comment makes me more motivated to write than a national award fr)

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yourbestpalpercy · 5 months

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Alright, first things first. As Leaf and Deadzone have been newly confirmed to no longer be the same, I have decided to remove all of the hints towards them being the same person. Also, I have another thing to say. I have been confusing the Sellbots and the Cashbots for way too long. I thought that the HQ down in the bottom left corner was the Cashbots HQ because I knew that Duck Shuffler and Treekiller (Cashbots) spawned near Daffodil Gardens. My thought process at the time was that Cogs didn’t stray too far from their respective HQs. So, with 2 Cashbot managers so close to Daffodil Gardens, I thought the HQ there was the Cashbots HQ. …Y’all, it’s the Sellbots HQ. I am so sorry-. Anyways- TO THE NEW VErSION OF DEADZONE’s thing-!!

The DeadZone is a Cashbot Manager Boss who will be introduced fully eventually in one of my stories. She can be fought at the Daffodil Gardens Lake after completing the task “Pollution Problem”.

DeadZone is a 6’7 tall cog dressed in an older diving outfit with the large helmet being replaced with a clear fish bowl. Inside this fish bowl are a few aquarium plants and black aquarium rocks. A foggy, black void that is DeadZone’s head floats inside in this fish bowl. Her deep green, seaweed like hair rests on her shoulders. Underneath the helmet, around where her neck would be, is a speaker of sorts that’s used to translate her underwater gurgles into a voice that’s understandable. Her deep red diver’s suit has gnashes around the knees and elbows. These gnashes look like they’ve been repaired multiple times.

Department: Cashbot

Position: Regional Manager

HP: 2700

Defense: 27

Level: 19.mgr

Lowest Damage: 10

Highest damage: 23

Real name: Ariel Cove

Honorifics: Ms./Mx.

Employee ID: 192017

Likes: Fish, swimming, playing with the water, bike horns, Rainmaker, Deep Diver, Gatekeeper, Duck Shuffler

Dislikes: Firestarter, Prethinker, math, drop gags, Brian, Witchhunter

Attacks (Low Tide)

Liquidate: 12 damage, 50% accuracy, 25 frequency

Guilt Trip: 10 damage, 30% accuracy, 25 frequency

Attacks (High Tide)

Evil Eye: 23 damage, 90% accuracy, 78 frequency

Flash Flood: 19 damage, 80% accuracy, 47 frequency

Special Attacks (Low Tide)

Algal Bloom: 17 damage, 30% accuracy, 20 frequency

Brackish Water: 15 damage, 40% accuracy, 35 frequency

Special Attacks (High Tide)

Whirlpool: 36 damage, 99% accuracy, 60 frequency

Backwash: 30 damage, 90% accuracy, 40 frequency

Cheats

Cog Capacity: DeadZone will only have Cogs helping her during High Tide. The max amount of Cogs she can have is 2 (making a total of 3 attackers). Typically, the Cogs she summons are Loan Sharks, Bean Counters and Money Bags.

Lure Resistance: DeadZone has a Lure Resistance of 2 rounds during Low Tide and has a Lure Immunity during High Tide (If you attempt to lure her during High Tide, a tendril of water will not only take the lure from your Toon but also deal 2 damage upon it exiting. Idk, I thought that would be funny to add.

Tides: Low Tide is the best time to attack as Gags have a guarantee to hit DeadZone no matter what. DeadZone’s eyes will be a calm yellow during this. The Low Tide also makes her attacks much weaker. Low Tide lasts for 3 turns.

High Tide is the best time to use Toon-Ups and heals in general because Gags have a much lower chance of hitting DeadZone (A small animation plays if your gag misses where a tendril of water will grab the gag and render it useless). Zap gags have a higher chance of hitting though. DeadZone’s eyes are glaring red during high tide. Her attacks are much, much more powerful. High Tide lasts for 5 turns.

Special Attacks (Low Tide)

Algal Bloom: DeadZone makes a rising motion and throws a clump of green “slime” at the most dangerous toon (LOOK! I finally corrected the mistake that was making me so angry!), giving them a lower accuracy.

Brackish Water: DeadZone makes a waving motion with her hands, causing a small wave of brown water to appear under a toon and deal damage.

Special Attacks (High Tide)

Whirlpool: DeadZone makes a spinning motion with her finger. A spiral of water engulfs a random toon and spins them roughly before the water sinks back under the doc.

Backwash: DeadZone makes a pushing motion. A large wave forms behind her and washes over the toons, dealing them all damage. There’s also a 10% chance of flooding a Toon out of the fight.

Strategy:

I wondered if I should actually put this in for a bit but decided to do so. I have WAY too many ideas. Why not make this as real as possible?

When fighting DeadZone, it’s best to attack depending on the tide. During Low Tide, attack DeadZone straight on, do not use Toon-Ups or non damaging Gags unless you have to because Low Tide only lasts for 3 turns and is the best time to lower her HP. During High Tide, use Toon-Ups and use it as an attempt to set up Lures (Do not lure DeadZone during High Tide, only set up traps, do the luring during Low Tide). Also try to take out the Cogs fighting with her during High Tide as they will not have the ability to dodge or block the Gags like DeadZone can.

Loot:

DeadZone Sticker (Rare)

Fish Bowl hat (Or Seaweed Hair hat) (Uncommon)

In DeadZone’s sticker, she has a deadpan or concerned expression on her face.

The Fish Bowl hat comes with yellow eyes sketched outside of the bowl.

20 gumballs

34 jelly beans

920 Toon Experience

Dialogue and Cutscenes

Opening Cutscene 1:

Toons approach DeadZone as the shoreline before her parts and allows her to grab a small fish to eat. One of them looks a little sick upon seeing it and fakes a gag, catching DeadZone’s attention. DeadZone turns to face them, her red eyes softening to yellow.

“...What? It’s my lunch break.”

“Normally, I’d cook the fish but I’m banned from using the microwaves. Last time I used them, I made the whole HQ reek of fish!”

The 2 Toons in front get angry while one in the back comforts the other. This leaves DeadZone looking a little concerned.

“...Not here for small talk or jokes, got it.”

DeadZone points a weak finger at the Toons

“You guys aren’t seriously here to fight, right? I really don’t like fighting.”

One of the front toons step forward, leaving DeadZone a little bit panicked now.

“I really, really don’t like fighting!”

A pillar of water begins to rise up behind DeadZone as the other front toon steps forward and gets angry too.

“I really, really, really don’t like fighting!!”

DeadZone makes a pushing motion. The water washes the entire group out of the area.

Opening Cutscene 2 (Return to the area and reenter the fight)

DeadZone is now turned towards the Toons, slightly uncomfortable.

“I really don’t want to fight you guys.”

“I mean, you guys are adorable!”

“Maybe we can just sit down and…talk? I’m not doing anything wrong. I’m not polluting the water or…anything. At least I don’t think so.”

The Toons get angry again, causing DeadZone to sigh, make a pushing motion again and flood them out. Again.

Opening Cutscene 3 (Enter the fight again)

“You guys are really persistent. I’m almost concerned.”

DeadZone just looks saddened by this and floods the Toons out again.

Opening Cutscene 4 (Enter the fight again)

The Toons get angry again causing DeadZone to spin back towards the water, slouching now.

DeadZone puts her hands together, takes a deep breath before spinning back towards the Toons.

“Okay, fine! But I really didn’t want to do this to y’all.”

Ending Cutscene:

“THAT’S IT! STOP!!”

DeadZone waves her arms and even makes a T with her hands.

“T! T! T! Timeout!! Timeout!!! I-If I could just have a few words right quick- please?”

One of the Toons stops the rest with a shushing motion.

“I really, really don’t know who’s polluting the water supply. I swear it’s not me. I live in the lake! I try to keep it clean! I live underwater! I-I literally need it to survive!”

DeadZone turns away slightly, her eyes turning red with an annoyed expression as the tide begins to come in again

“No idea why you guys would attack me without evidence but oh well.”

DeadZone turns back to the Toons, her eyes still red

“I swear I just want to be a friend to the Toons. I’m not here to harm at all. I'm neutral in this whole fight! I don’t want to hurt Toons- I just want to do m-my job…”

DeadZone’s eyes fade back to yellow as she slowly stands up and turns back towards the water. The tide recedes.

“I never wanted to hurt any Toons. Y-...You’re all just cute honestly. I…I’d honestly like to fish with you guys one day…you guys seem like you’re all great at fishing. Yes, I understand I have a job to do but…maybe I don’t need to harm you guys to do it.”

DeadZone looks back at the Toons. One of the Toons tilt their head and look at the others confused.

DeadZone stares at the Toons a little longer and mentions,

“If you want, you’re…always welcome at the lake to fish. I..uh…recommend a rainy day. Fish are more common.”

DeadZone jumps into the water, disappearing.

The fight ends with you getting an optional quest, “Rainy Fishing Trip: Catch 10 fish with DeadZone”.

Special Attack Dialogue

Algal Bloom

“Green is a nice color when you’re not associating it with money.”

“What’s a lake without algae?”

“‘You’re getting into deep waters, Toon’. No, this ain’t the right attack for that…”

Brackish Water

“The water’s not polluted, it’s just a little dirty.”

“Hope you don’t mind getting soaked!”

“‘Water, water, everywhere!’ I should talk to her again.”

Whirlpool

“‘Thpin, thpin, thpin!’ Ha, a friend of mine used to say that often.”

“‘You’re thpinnin’ out of control!’ Sound familiar?”

“Y’know, whirlpools are my favorite!”

Backwash

“Don’t worry, it’s not the stuff in your mouth.”

“Why not surf a little? I hear the water’s great!”

“Thou shall be washedth awayth by mine wavesth! That’s not how the old language works…”

Misc. Dialogue

Face-off Taunts:

DeadZone sticks her tongue out and presses a finger to her helmet with a ‘bleh’ noise. “Huh? That doesn’t count as a taunt? Hmfp!”

“I’ve got my eyes on you!”

“Why not take a little dip? The water’s warm, I promise!”

“Can we hurry this up? I just remembered I have a DnD game with Holly soon.”

“Listening to Prethinker tell me I’m the worst would be better than this…”

Death Taunts:

“Suits you right for randomly attacking me!”

“And pleathe don’t come back! …Pleathe…PLEASE! Oh my gosh, this is why I don’t do impressions!”

“Lifeguard! We need a lifeguard!”

“So many people have thalassophobia nowadays…what? You don’t know what that means? Oh.”

Surrender Taunts:

“What? You need a breather?”

“Forgot to take your swimmer’s test, I see!”

“Need to grab your life jacket right quick?”

“Maybe this time you won’t come back…”

Friend Request Accepts (She will only accept after Rainy Fishing Trip):

“You seem fun, why not?”

“Keep this between you and I please.”

“I’m going to get in so much trouble for this…”

Friend Request Denials:

“You just kicked my butt for no reason! Heck no!”

“Go take an ip dip dip in the tides of changes and then we’ll see.”

“Go drink salt water!”

Attempt to Sue:

“Don’t you try to sue me! I’m barely hanging onto this job, you piece of ****!” Warning, trying to sue her during Low Tide will automatically change it to High Tide.

Attempt to Fire:

“You’re not my boss. Who’re you to try to fire me?”

Trivia:

A good chunk of DeadZone’s dialogue references other Cogs like Duck Shuffler and Rainmaker. In total, DeadZone references Duck Shuffler, Rainmaker, Prethinker, Deep Diver, and Gatekeeper. Almost sounds familiar to someone else we know. Real talk, I think Leaf and DeadZone would be great friends. Soul sisters if you will!

I made DeadZone because of the lake you can see on the map in Daffodil Gardens (Or, if you’re looking at the TTR map, Daisy Gardens) and I thought ‘I can make something with that’. …Update y’all…I don’t think there’s actually a lake there.

DeadZone was partially inspired by the song Drown by AViVA.

DeadZone’s real name is Ariel which, naturally, comes from The Little Mermaid, Ariel. As for the Cove part? *Shrug* DeadZone needed a last name.

The dead zone, also known as the abyssal zone is a place underwater where there’s little to no life. It’s often completely dark and it’s right in between the midnight zone and the hadal zone.

DeadZone’s Employee ID (192017) is a date and it’s a reference to a terrible flood that happened in the US (If I remember correctly).

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shiningwonderland · 7 months

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Syo Kurusu (Repeat)

Translator: Raz (Twitter: agnadance)

Editor: Snail (Twitter: herbert_snail)

QA: Rei (Twitter: wolfe_raine)

January — Infuriante Heart Throbbing

It's the last Sunday of January.

Syo-kun and I promised each other that we'll practice together, but…

Even though 30 minutes have passed after the time we were supposed to meet, he hasn't messaged me yet. Could it be that he has collapsed from one of his heart attacks?

I grow worried and visit his room, but…

I see Shinomiya-san in his swimming shorts chasing Syo-kun around the room.

Syo Kurusu: I'm telling you to stop chasing me!

Natsuki Shinomiya: I'm fine if it's you, Syo-chan.

Syo Kurusu: I refuse!

Haruka Nanami: …U-um… What's going on?

Syo Kurusu: Bwuh! Haruka!

Natsuki Shinomiya: Ah, Nanami-san, do you want to join us?

Syo Kurusu: Don't drag her into this! I want no part of this, either!

Select the Phrase!

お邪魔しました。 I'm sorry for interrupting.　(+15 Love +0 Music)

I feel like I've interrupted them and place my hand on the doorknob.

Syo Kurusu: Wait! Don't go! Don't leave me alone!

Natsuki Shinomiya: You're not alone, I'm here with you.

Syo Kurusu: That's not what I mean!

Haruka Nanami: Umm… What are you two doing?

Natsuki Shinomiya: I was thinking that we should exercise in the pool, especially because it's winter.

This seems to be Shinomiya-san's suggestion to strengthen up Syo-kun.

Haruka Nanami: Huh… I see.

一体何が・・・ What's going on… (+10 Love +0 Music)

Syo Kurusu: What's going on? Well…

Natsuki Shinomiya: I want Syo-chan to swim in the pool with me. The best way to improve your lung capacity is swimming.

Haruka Nanami: Ah… I see… So that's why you're in a swimming suit.

楽しそうですね。 Looks fun! (+5 Love +0 Music)

Syo Kurusu: Are you out of your mind?! What makes you think we're having fun?!

Haruka Nanami: Ah… Um… I just thought Shinomiya-san looked like he was having a lot of fun.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Yes, I'm having so much fun! I'm going to the pool with Syo-chan.

Haruka Nanami: Ah… yes, you're wearing a swimsuit.

Syo Kurusu: I've already made it VERY clear that I don't want to go!

Natsuki Shinomiya: But I'm already wearing my swimsuit…

Syo Kurusu: That's YOUR choice, so go by yourself!

Shinomiya-san pouts at him, looking so lonely.

Syo Kurusu: Y-you can make that face all you want, I won't go…

Natsuki Shinomiya: Would you like to come with us?

Haruka Nanami: Huh? But… I don't have a swimming suit…

Natsuki Shinomiya: That is no problem at all. I thought such an opportunity would arise one day, so I've already purchased one for you.

Haruka Nanami: Huh…?

Shinomiya-san takes out a swimming suit out of his dresser.

With a smile, he steps towards me with the swimming suit in his hands.

Haruka Nanami: Um… uh…

Natsuki Shinomiya: Would you care to change?

Select the Phrase!

え・・・あ、あの・・・ Huh? U-Um… (+0 Love +0 Music)

Natsuki Shinomiya: I'm sure you'll look lovely in it!

Shinomiya-san smiles cheerfully.

No, that isn't it…

I'm not sure what to do, so I look at Syo-kun for help.

こ、ここでですか？ H-here? (+0 Love +0 Music)

Natsuki Shinomiya: It'll be alright. We'll be the only ones here.

Haruka Nanami: No, that's actually the problem…

Natsuki Shinomiya: If you're shy, you can close your eyes.

Haruka Nanami: Do I have to change…?

Natsuki Shinomiya: I can help you.

Help… me…?

しょ、翔くん・・・ S-Syo-kun… (+20 Love +0 Music)

Syo Kurusu: Stop, Natsuki. Don't touch her!

Natsuki Shinomiya: Hm? I'm just helping her change. Ah, can it be…

Natsuki Shinomiya: You want to help her change too? Then you can join me…

Huh…?

Syo Kurusu: ARE YOU AN IDIOT?!

Thwack!

Syo-kun does a jump kick to the back of Shinomiya-san's head.

Then…

Tink.

Shinomiya-san's glassses… have fallen off.

RUMBLE…!

Haruka Nanami: S-Syo-kun, Shinomiya-san's glasses...

Syo Kurusu: Got it!

Syo-kun tackles Shinomiya-san and pins him down.

Huh…? Shinomiya-san's not his normal self right now, so this is…

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun… You can't. This is too dangerous…

Syo Kurusu: I'm fine! Grab the glasses and put them on him!

Haruka Nanami: But…

Syo Kurusu: This isn't for show, okay?! I can pin him down for at most three minutes, so hurry up!

Haruka Nanami: Y-yes, sir!

Enveloped by a dark aura, Shinomiya-san glares at him with the eyes of a demon and tries to get his arms free.

Despite that, Syo-kun still manages to firmly pin Shinomiya-san's body down.

I dart behind Shinomiya-san and place his glasses over his face.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Huh? Syo-chan?

Shinomiya-san has returned to normal.

Syo Kurusu: Sheesh, you're a handful…

Natsuki Shinomiya: Hehe, I'm so happy! I didn't think you would ever give me a hug…!

Syo Kurusu: Huh?! No, this isn't–

Natsuki Shinomiya: Yay! Here's a hug in return!

Shinomiya-san squeezes Syo-kun with all his might.

Syo Kurusu: AAH! QUIT IT! OW! I'll die, I'LL DIE!

Syo-kun… He was so scared of his alternate personality up until now…

He has grown over time. Maybe one day he could win against Shinomiya-san without his glasses.

Syo Kurusu: We ended up here anyway.

Unable to refuse Shinomiya-san's invitation, we arrive at the pool.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Hehe, I'm so happy! Let's go swimming!

Shinomiya-san cheerfully jumps into the pool.

Syo Kurusu: Sheesh, what a handful. I'll do what you say this time.

His words sound annoyed, but he is softly smiling.

Syo-kun is so kind.

Everyone must love him for that.

Including me...

Syo Kurusu: And… that swimming suit…

Syo-kun glances at me but immediately turns away.

I ended up changing in the end, but in a changing room instead of their dorm room…

I'm wearing the swimming suit Shinomiya-san bought me…

I feel embarrassed.

Syo Kurusu: It looks nice on you… but your chest is… too exposed. I'm not sure… where to look…

Haruka Nanami: Ah, I'm so sorry!

Syo Kurusu: No, that's not it…! You did nothing wrong, but… just put on a bath towel. I don't… want Natsuki to see you like this.

Haruka Nanami: Okay.

Syo-kun proceeds to start swimming with Shinomiya-san, but…

Natsuki Shinomiya: Syo-chan, let's swim together.

Syo Kurusu: Huh? H-Hey, stop…!

Shinomiya-san grips Syo-kun's hand and starts swimming furiously.

Syo Kurusu: AAAAAAH!!!

Syo-kun is pulled under the water at such a breakneck speed that he can't take a breath and goes limp almost immediately.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Huh? Ah! Syo-chan! Wake up, Syo-chan!

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun!

I panic and try to jump into the pool.

SLIP!

I trip just before jumping and end up diving head first into the pool.

I… can't breathe…

I'm… losing consciousness… Syo-kun…

Syo Kurusu: Haruka! Hey, Haruka! Wake up! Damn, it's no use…

Natsuki Shinomiya: At this rate, she'll need artificial respiration…

Syo Kurusu: Artificial… respiration…?

Natsuki Shinomiya: It's like a kiss.

Syo Kurusu: Yeah, I know… Damn it. Calm down, heart. I have to… save her…

Natsuki Shinomiya: Can you do it? Should I do it, instead? It's all my fault, after all.

Syo Kurusu: Ugh, haa, haa… No, I'll… do it…

Syo Kurusu: Nn!

Syo Kurusu: Haruka! I'll… save you! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8…

Haruka Nanami: Nn… Syo…kun?

Syo Kurusu: Haruka! I'm so glad you're awake…!

Select the Phrase!

平気・・・なの？ Are you… okay? (+10 Love +0 Music)

Syo Kurusu: That's my line, you idiot… haa, haa. Don't… make me worried, haa…

Syo-kun…

Syo Kurusu: Haa, haa. I'm just… glad you're okay…

ありがとう。Thank you. (+20 Love +0 Music)

Syo Kurusu: Instead of thanking me, haa, haa… Don't go drowning, idiot… But I'm glad you're okay…

助けて・・・くれたの？Did you… save me? (+20 Love +0 Music)

Syo Kurusu: Of course I would… You're the one who tried saving me first… Haa, haa…

Syo Kurusu: Don't go recklessly running off and tripping over your own feet… Don't make me imagine a life without you… Idiot…

Syo Kurusu: Haa, haa… Ugh…

Syo-kun grips his chest and collapses.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Ahh! Syo-chan!

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun… Syo-kun!!

Syo-kun suffered a heart attack after nearly drowning, but he came to save me after I fell into the pool.

Shinomiya-san and I carry Syo-kun to their dorm room.

Shinomiya-san leaves the room to tell the teacher about the situation.

Syo Kurusu: Nn… Haruka…

Syo-kun calls out for me in a pained voice.

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun, I'm here. I'm right here.

I grip Syo-kun's hand.

Syo-kun's expression softens.

Syo Kurusu: I'm glad… you're… okay…

Haruka Nanami: Yes, I'm okay because you saved me…

Haruka Nanami: I'm sorry, I'm so sorry… I pushed you this far because I nearly drowned…

Tears overflow and fall onto our joined hands.

Syo Kurusu: Don't… cry… idiot. It's… not your fault.

He pats my head with his free hand. When I look up at him, I see that he is now sitting up.

Haruka Nanami: No, Syo-kun. You need rest…

Syo Kurusu: This is no trouble for me… Seeing you cry is much more painful…

Syo-kun wipes away my tears with the back of his index finger.

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun!

I don't want him to overexert himself anymore. I embrace him and pin him on the bed.

Syo Kurusu: You…! Idiot, what are you doing…

Haruka Nanami: Go back to sleep! You shouldn't push yourself. I will stay like this until you fall asleep!

Syo Kurusu: You really are bossy sometimes… I'm so uncool for being pushed down by a girl…

Haruka Nanami: Ah, I-I'm so sorry!

I become embarrassed and let go.

But…

Syo Kurusu: It's okay, let's stay like this for a little longer…

He grabs my hand and pulls me in.

Syo Kurusu: Stop crying… Don't make that face. Nn…

Syo-kun leans in and kisses me.

His first kiss is light.

Syo Kurusu: Nn…

The second kiss is so sweet that it melts me away, a mature kiss that sends an electric shock to my heart.

Syo Kurusu: You finally stopped crying… A smile suits you best…

Syo Kurusu: If kissing you stops your tears, then I'll kiss you as many times as you need.

Syo Kurusu: If hugging you makes you smile, then I'll keep hugging you for the rest of your life. You'll be right here in my arms…

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun… Thank you…

Kaoru Kurusu: HUH?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!!

Surprised by his yelling, we push each other away.

Kaoru Kurusu: I ran here as fast as I could when I heard you collapsed, but… were you two really dating this entire time?!

Kaoru Kurusu: I thought you two were just trying to trick me… So that was all true? I didn't think I could be fooled like that…

H-Huh? So he knew that our kiss back in November wasn't real?

Kaoru Kurusu: It's dangerous for you to be in love… Your feelings will become unstable and stress you out mentally and physically…

Kaoru Kurusu: You'll be in a constant state of stress, which will strain your heart even more…

Kaoru-kun looks at me and Syo-kun, then bites his lip.

He grabs my hand.

Kaoru Kurusu: Come with me! I need a word with you. Ah, and Syo-chan, you're not allowed to come under any circumstances!

He pulls me out of the room.

Kaoru Kurusu: …Syo-chan's heart is already at its limit.

Kaoru Kurusu: He had no trouble in his everyday life up until he came to this academy, so I don't think he noticed anything wrong.

Kaoru Kurusu: He must've really overexerted himself here. If he gets another heart attack like that… who knows what will happen to him.

Haruka Nanami: Huh…?

Kaoru Kurusu: When he was a child, he was told that reaching twenty years old would be a miracle. His health improved since then, but…

Haruka Nanami: Twenty… years old…

His condition was that bad? Is that why he tries so hard to live out every single day to his fullest…?

Syo-kun is always trying to make new memories and treasures the time he spends with others.

Could it be that it was because his lifespan is most likely shorter than most people?

Kaoru Kurusu: Right now, he could collapse at any moment and yet no matter how many times I try to stop him, he doesn't give up.

Kaoru Kurusu: At this rate, Syo-chan will be in danger… He doesn't have to be an idol. I just want him to be safe…

Kaoru Kurusu: I wanted to always be by his side and protect him. I thought that if push comes to shove, I would stop him using any means necessary.

Kaoru Kurusu: But since I wasn't able to enroll into this school, I've had to be away from him and I felt so uneasy.

Kaoru Kurusu: However, I believed Syo-chan when he told me that he's okay…

Kaoru Kurusu: But this is what he was doing? He breaks the school rules by falling in love, and even getting a girlfriend?

Kaoru Kurusu: On top of all that, despite collapsing, he goes on and makes out with you.

Kaoru Kurusu: I don't know what Syo-chan wants to do with himself anymore.

Kaoru Kurusu: Why… does he keep doing things that just shorten his life…

Kaoru-kun glares at me.

Kaoru Kurusu: Please break up with Syo-chan. Tell him to stop being an idol…

Haruka Nanami: I can't.

I know how much Syo-kun wants to be an idol and how seriously he is working towards being in the industry.

Kaoru Kurusu: But why? Aren't you worried about Syo-chan?

Haruka Nanami: Of course I am, but… I believe in Syo-kun.

Haruka Nanami: If he says that he'll be okay, then it has to be true.

He's stronger and more honest than anybody else. He'll do anything to achieve his dreams.

I fell in love with and admire that side of him.

He has the strength to overcome any obstacles.

Haruka Nanami: That's why I can't stop him from aiming to become an idol. I want to help him achieve that dream.

Haruka Nanami: I'll be by his side forever and ever.

Kaoru Kurusu: Why don't you understand? At this rate, he might die!

Kaoru Kurusu: Don't you love him? If you really do, then back off. Think what's best for him!

Haruka Nanami: I'm scared too. I don't want to think of a world without Syo-kun.

Haruka Nanami: I would leave him if that's what it takes to save him, but… this isn't the case.

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun is living his life. He's running towards his dream.

Haruka Nanami: If we stop him, Syo-kun and his soul… will surely die.

Haruka Nanami: My role is supporting him and making an easier path for him. I can't stop him from running.

Kaoru Kurusu: Ugh! You understand nothing! This is enough, I won't ask help from you anymore! I won't give up on him!

Kaoru-kun glares at me again and leaves me.

The next day, the principal calls me and Syo-kun to his office.

Shining Saotome: You understand why I've called you here today?

Syo Kurusu: Nope, not one clue at all.

Shining Saotome: You've got attitude, Shorty. That's why you got the gall to break our no-dating rule.

Syo Kurusu: Wh-Why do you know about that…?!

Shining Saotome: Hahaha~ My Shining Eye sees all!

Ryuya Hyuga: Yesterday, we got an anonymous tip that you two are dating.

Syo Kurusu: Ugh… Who tipped you…

Ryuya Hyuga: Shorty… I was really hoping this wasn't true… but your reaction just proves it.

Syo-kun clenches his fist tightly, then reaches out and holds my hand.

I feel the warmth coming from him.

Syo Kurusu: Yeah, I'm in love with her. I refuse to make any excuses!

Shining Saotome: Hrrrm… you've got some nerves, Shorty!

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun… why? You might be expelled and become unable to ever become an idol!

Syo Kurusu: Idiot. There's no point in pretending otherwise. Just leave it to me.

Syo-kun meets the principal's gaze.

Syo Kurusu: I understand why you don't allow dating and won't try to refute it.

Syo Kurusu: What I did was definitely against the rules, but I have the confidence that I can hide my relationship with her.

Shining Saotome: Hoho?

Syo Kurusu: I will never cause a scandal. If necessary, I will never kiss or hug her ever again.

Syo Kurusu: I just want to debut with her song. I'll become a professional idol with her as my composer even if it means costing my life.

Syo Kurusu: I want to do my best with her. She is absolutely necessary for me to keep fighting.

Ryuya Hyuga: Kurusu… you…

Syo Kurusu: In other words, I can fight as long as we're together. I can break into the industry! I can get a million sales easy!

Shining Saotome: You, getting a million sales easy? I like that attitude!

Syo Kurusu: Neither of us can give our 100% if we are separated. That's how strong our teamwork is.

Syo Kurusu:If you don't take advantage of that, wouldn't the Shining Agency lose out?

Shining Saotome: Yeah, that would be a big loss for us!

Syo Kurusu: That's how much we're worth. We've been here for over half a year. You should know how valuable we are.

Syo Kurusu: I won't say you should take away your rule, but I want you to give us permission to team up to work towards being professionals.

Shining Saotome: Hmm… So what about you, Miss Nanami? Can you fight while sealing away your romantic feelings?

Select the Phrase!

・・・はい。...Yes. (+0 Love +10 Music)

Haruka Nanami: If that leads us to achieving our dreams.

戦えます！ I can fight! (+10 Love +15 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I can overcome anything as long as I'm with Syo-kun!

Syo Kurusu: Haruka…! Thank you.

が、頑張ります・・・ I-I'll try… (+0 Love +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I'll do my best!

Shining Saotome: Hmm, I see that you two have your minds made up!

Ryuya Hyuga: I agree, it would be a waste to throw away their talent. They're the kind of people we want in our agency.

Hey, President. I want to bet on them. Can we let them be?

I feel like they can make it, so I beg of you, please don't expel them.

Hyuga-sensei deeply bows to the principal.

Haruka Nanami: Teacher…

Shining Saotome: I understand… I'll give you two a special exemption to the rule. BUT! Just to warn you!

Shining Saotome: This is a very, VERY special measure because of the circumstances!

Shining Saotome: Mr. Syo, you have what is like a bomb in your heart! If you debut the way you are now, you are in grave danger!

Shining Saotome: I have a suggestion. How about undergoing surgery?

Syo Kurusu: Surgery…?

Shining Saotome: I have an acquaintance who is a highly skilled doctor. He may be able to help you!

Syo Kurusu: Help me…? You mean cure me?!

Shining Saotome: There's a chance! He's in the U.S.A. right now, but want to try going there?

Syo-kun and I exchange glances and smile.

Syo Kurusu: I'll go! If there's even a sliver of a chance that I'll be cured, I'll bet my life on it!

Shining Saotome: Then I'll change the conditions! If you get cured on top of passing your graduation audition, I will allow you two to be together!

Syo-kun then gets on the principal's personal jet and flies to the States for a checkup.

A day passes.

I get a text message from Syo-kun.

"Yo! Is it morning over there? I arrived to the hospital, and I'm about to get my checkup."

"I'll be checked into the hospital for examinations, so I'll be away for some time."

"But I'll practice as much as I can over here… I'll search for a place to sing, like the rooftop or the lawn."

"Also, I'll listen to the instrumentals you made me when I have time, so don't worry."

"I can't send that many messages, but just know that I'll be okay. Wait for me to come back."

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun…

Select the Phrase!

うん。待ってる。Yes, I'll be waiting. (+15 Love +0 Music)

I reply and immediately get an answer.

"Thanks, partner. I love you."

Oh…

I was happy, but I was so embarrassed that I couldn't reply any further.

頑張ってね。Do your best. (+0 Love +10 Music)

"I'll do my best to complete the song."

I send the message.

"Oh! Let's do our best!"

He replies quickly.

無理しないで。Don't overdo it. (+5 Love +0 Music)

"Prioritize your health first, okay?"

I send the message.

"I know, I know. Don't worry."

He replies quickly.

He's going to stay at the hospital to get examined, so he won't be able to come back soon.

I'll be lonely without him here, but I have to stay strong because he's doing his best.

I should just wait for him patiently and believe he'll be okay. I'll welcome back Syo-kun with a warm smile when he comes back.

I continue making our song.

MINI GAME

Ryuya Hyuga: How's your song going? I see… If you're stuck, try to play it with an instrument.

Ryuya Hyuga: Listening to how it sounds live is good, and you might get a hint. Hm? This is your music sheet…?

Ryuya Hyuga: Let's use this song for today's lesson. Try to play this and this part for now.

Ryuya Hyuga: It's your song. You may think that it's obvious that you can play it, but if you mess up even just a little, I'll deduct points without mercy. Time to focus!

Ryuya Hyuga: Alright, let's start!

S RANK

Syo Kurusu: Whoa! I gotta up my game. I want to keep doing my best with you. I won't stop now!

Syo-kun calls me after I send the sound file that I recorded for the performance exam through my computer. I'm glad he sounds energetic.

I'll do my best so I won't be a burden on Syo-kun.

Chapter End

#utapri #syo repeat #syo kurusu

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hanzajesthanza · 11 months

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Happy birthday!! Just wanna say while I'm here that you are truly the no.1 Witcher scholar and I love your work, and also I actually find it very moving that even though you are not Polish and don't speak Polish, you treat the books with such respect and deep understanding of the culture and language!! I wish everyone engaged with the works that they love in this way. I'm Polish but I'd since moved away and have a lot of bitterness towards the social environments I grew up in, but the Witcher is the one thing from Poland I truly love and makes me feel connected to my heritage and idk I just love your work sorry for the long message!

oh thank you!! i am so flattered by your words 😅 all i can say is, i try my best, of course! and a short essay response incoming...

the witcher is not only a translated work, but a multilingual and multicultural/national community, fanbase, and the american fanbase from which i'm coming is a relatively new development in the broader fanbase, especially as it relates to the books. it's more complex than how i'll phrase it here, but, essentially when you're in the fandom of the witcher books, you're in a predominantly polish other slavic language speaking space, even if you only speak english, because the books were created in polish and the whole thing has had over 30 years to gain traction and fans in poland and other slavic language speaking countries.

(i think there tends to be a certain level of entitlement from people, alright, americans whose primary language is english, where it is expected that everything be in english - you hear it all the time, stories of tourists going to a different country and demand english be spoken for everything for them. while english is indeed commonly spoken in poland, i think it would be a bit ridiculous, bringing it back to the witcher fandom, to expect every online interaction and material you come across to be in english, and expect to never use polish sources or look at the original text in polish. it may not be something you're skilled in or know about, but it's an opportunity for you to learn and ask questions. just embrace that, strive for understanding, even if you don't have any which you're beginning with. being prepared to be wrong and mistaken, being willing and open to being corrected. so, treating with respect and striving to better understand cultures which one doesn't belong to should be step one, i hope, at least in this community!)

i don't believe that there is such a thing as an english side of the fanbase which stands on its own separate from the original polish (and czech and russian, the first two languages witcher was translated into) fanbase(s), because the english fanbase was seeded and encouraged by these fans, a good portion of whom were bilingual and helped the fanbase grow by posting in english, gaining visibility and encouraging others to join and read the books. so you can't really have the english fandom without the polish fandom, it's like a branch off of a tree. and, with the majority of lifelong, or in other capacity dedicated and passionate, fans, coming from poland, and some of these fans also engaging in english-speaking places online, we're going to share ideas and end up admiring each other and becoming friends! and there's, again as always, a lot you can learn from your friends.

addressing the witcher as a work specifically, its identity is inseparable from its written language. with translations to other slavic languages, there's not an exceptional amount lost, but when it comes to english... well... though the story is there (except for a few glaring errors), there's not only lot of language-specific word choice, wordplay, and jokes that are lost in the english language and especially in the the official translation (which was crafted, i think to be as much of an "easy read" for an english reader as possible, and not to preserve sapkowski's style, character, and vocabulary), but also because a lot of the cultural phenomenon, celebration, element, described in the books, simply doesn't exist for the english reader and is untranslatable without an explanation of the context and history. sapkowski, who speaks italian, has mentioned the saying "traduttore, traditore," (translator, traitor) in interviews.

for just a few examples, torque at the end of the short story "edge of the world" saying "goodnight" being the perfect end to the story, because of the saying where the devil says goodnight. or the saovine tradition of burning straw falka dolls resembling the burning (or drowning) of marzanna effigies. and, also related to saovine, the offerings of honey, groats, and vodka for spirits being a mirror image of dziady. all of this is something that's not common knowledge for the english reader, it's stuff i learned about by looking it up, or having a conversation about, or reading a forum page online, or learned however, but learning about it made my enjoyment of the story a lot richer because i could (in part) go back and appreciate the depth of realism and familiarity woven into the world. and the act of seeking that out, or having that conversation, the act of learning itself was rewarding, to satisfy curiosity and engage my mind and social brain.

also just, a lot of the time, i'm trying to figure out where sapkowski's mind was at when he wrote some of this stuff, or who are these characters and what are these characters feeling, and all we have of them, to understand them, is their words. and the official translation isn't able to translate word for word. so looking at the polish edition and working through the sentence to translate (and looking into the nuances in definitions of words and phrases), i've found, can really help my reading comprehension and interpretation of the scene or character.

of course, sapkowski was taking "paneuropean" inspiration from multiple different cultures, not all of them slavic, a lot of them western european, weaving all these different fantasy and folktale sources together to create something diversely culturally rich. but as an english reader, i was motivated to seek out, "how does that line originally go in polish?" or "what's the original folktale sapkowski is referencing here?" because it just makes it that much more fun! it's part of the fun! of course an english reader could just pick up the books, breeze through them, and get a lot of enjoyment out of that, but without investigating any of the language or culture, it remains surface-level enjoyment. it's so rewarding to be able to exist in a community and friend circles that are positive towards learning and teaching in a casual way, it has made the witcher a lot more than just books for me. and all i'm doing personally is just having fun and learning as i go!

#ask #araneapeixes #analysis

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twilightmalachite · 4 months

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Christmas Live - Epilogue 2

Author: Akira

Characters: Chiaki, Midori, Yuzuru, Anzu

Translation Team: Mika Enstars & 310mc

EN Proofer: ryuseipuka

"If you are going to play the role of a tree, then do it thoroughly and do not speak the language of humans."

⚠️ Content warning: Contains brief mentions of hanging.

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: Park’s Live Stage

Yuzuru: Hm. So Anzu-san is decorating the Christmas tree…

Ah, there it is. So there’s a Christmas tree atop the stage?

Midori: Ughh… Today’s seriously just not my day… I’m so depressed, I wanna die…

Sengoku-kun and I just got lost when we went looking for 2wink… Then once we hurried back to the stage all panicked and in a rush, I ended up making a huge mistake…

Fwah—? Anzu-san, please don’t hang a yuruchara on me…?

It looks like it’s being hung to death, and I hate it… Actually, you think you can just give me yurucharas to appease me, don’t you…?

I’m not that simple of a guy, y’know…?

Whatever, not that I care… Go ahead, do as you like… Might as well just dangle lights and cotton on me too while you’re at it, or whatever else…

Yuzuru: Umm… Perhaps I am growing fatigued, or does that Christmas tree look like a person?

Chiaki: That’s because it is a person! It’s our promising star of RYUSEITAI, Takamine Midori! He’s got a great physique and he’s outfitted in green, so he’s the perfect fit for a Christmas tree, don’t you think? ♪

Yuzuru: I am a bit confused as to what you mean by that. I can see why President-sama is not fond of those in RYUSEITAI.

I would appreciate it if you refrained from behaving so strangely outside of school. It disgraces our academy’s name.

Well, I do not know if there’s any point in saying this, but you are as good as an animal without your civility, you know?

Chiaki: Ah, no, Takamine just made a silly mistake on stage a moment ago… It’s already so cramped to fit all of us onstage, but his body had started to get numb from the cold too…

So he tripped on his own feet and took a spectacular fall with a huge crash. And to add insult to injury, the tree up on stage as decoration was destroyed in the chaos of it all as well.

This is why I tell him to do thorough warm-ups… But he tends to skip out on those sorts of things, so now here we are.

Yuzuru: Hm, I see your logic. And so Takamine-sama plans to replace the demolished tree by sitting in its place instead?

Chiaki: Yeah. Since he injured his ankle when he fell, he can’t move much. Thankfully, it’s only a light sprain, so he should recover soon as long as he rests, but…

If the day ends without a chance for Takamine to regain his pride, it won’t be a positive gain to him.

That’s why at the very least, we had him decorate the stage as a substitute for the tree… So, that’s how we got here.

Yuzuru: And perhaps to also serve as punishment for his mistake earlier…? As I thought, although it appears there’s a clear lack of deliberation behind these actions, it actually makes so much sense that it’s irritating.

Midori: Um!

Yuzuru: Yes? With all due respect, could you please make less conversation?

If you are going to play the role of a tree, then do it thoroughly and do not speak the language of humans.

Even our fine’s Hibiki-sama has the capacity to behave elegantly in front of the general public, you know.

Midori: I-I’m so sorry… Um, you’re Fushimi-senpai, right? I-I’ve been wanting to meet you! I’m a fan of yours!

Yuzuru: I’m sorry? A fan of… myself?

Oh, no, you mustn't waste such words on me… Someone as inexperienced as myself only brings disgrace to fine’s lowest seat. You must be mistaking me for someone else.

Midori: What are you saying!? There's no one else in this whole entire world who can create the same artistic masterpiece as you!

If it’s alright, I’d love your autograph! With a drawing, please…☆

Chiaki: Ooh…!? To think Takamine could be this proactive…!?

Show that level of enthusiasm on things like our live shows as well! No diamond in the rough will shine unless it’s polished first, y’know!

Midori: Please don’t talk right now, Morisawa-senpai! Please, Fushimi-senpai! I’m begging you, if I could have just one thing! I’d really love your autograph…☆

Yuzuru: Umm… What am I to do, I’m quite embarrassed…

Unfortunately, you’ll have to excuse me, but signing autographs constitutes an idol activity. Meaning, I cannot accept such requests without the authorization of President-sama.

Midori: Ghh, that’s so frustrating! But on the other hand, that means that turkey is extremely valuable…!

Woohoo~! I got the best Christmas present ever…♪

Yuzuru: Turkey? Oh dear, the pacing of those in RYUSEITAI had thrown me off track… Anzu-san, a moment, please?

Fufu, no need to be on edge, it appears that you’ve properly done the shopping I asked of you to do.

I’m not here to do anything like point fingers.

Since the live show here has nearly reached its conclusion… Would you all like to join us for a Christmas party? The timing is just right.

Chiaki: Party?[1] I love stuff like that, but is it really alright for us to join?

Yuzuru: Of course.The lord and lady of the manor I serve are currently abroad…

Since the young master is quite lonely as a result, I thought to hold a dinner party.

However, a dinner party all by our lonesomes wouldn’t be too inspiring, you see. I would appreciate it if you could join us and enliven the occasion.

I had come here to invite Anzu-san alone to compensate for her errand, but…

I’ve reconsidered the recipients of my invitation. Perhaps the young master would feel less lonely if there were more people…

And upon seeing this live venue… It had me thinking. While there is beauty in spending the holy night peacefully alongside cherished ones…

In the end, it truly is the most blessed for children to be lively and have fun with a smile, isn’t it?

I hope you will join us as well, Takamine-sama. We will be having delicious turkey too, you know. ♪

Midori: Ughh… I don’t really wanna eat meat too much… I just grow bigger with every bite I take…

But I’ll go anyway. I want to take this opportunity to get on closer terms with Master Artist Fushimi…☆

Yuzuru: Master artist? I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve been having the same conversation at all, have we…?

Anyhow, the pair from 2wink are here as well, yes?

I’d like to invite them as well, to show my gratitude for taking care of the young master back during Circus and the like.

You’re welcome to think this through once the live show is over. Please, do take my invitation into consideration.

I must prepare for the party at the manor first and foremost, so if you would excuse me.

I hope you all will be able to join us. I shall send a car over for pick-up later.

It’s the height of the banquet. Christmas is just around the corner…♪

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The correct spelling of “party” (パーティー) uses katakana, but Chiaki says it in hiragana instead, suggesting that he's saying it in a cute/playful intonation.

#christmas live #event #translation #yuzuru fushimi #midori takamine #chiaki morisawa #anzu

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nemeliis · 2 years

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drop some more ABNW facts cause they're interesting

Alright! Here are some hahah also some of these are answers to questions about ABNW as well, even though nobody asked for them I'm delivering anyway!! Enjoy you guy's!! Also sorry this is late...I fell asleep writing this last night...

Chimbley Fun Facts:

• Sleeps a LOT, like....so much. It's because he barely got to sleep before on the streets, and because he's 11 and needs much more sleep than adults do.

• Chimbley stole his hat from a random rich guy, and the rest of his outfit was from a school uniform for an academy he went to.

• Ran away from his last caretaker's due to some... less than savory living conditions. ( I can't explain much because of plot)

• Doesn't have good comprehension or reading skills because he dropped out of school completely by the 2nd grade - he ended up getting held back from lack of attendance and Chimbley simply didn't want to deal with it.

Annie Fun Facts:

• Annie enjoys latte's with a lot of sweet/sugary notes as opposed to darker, more bitter brews.

• Hates slugs and will scream when she see's one because one time a friend pranked her by putting one on her face in highschool and she's been traumatized ever since.

• Has a soft spot for dog's, especially the big "scary" breed's that don't get much positive attention from the media. In a way, she sees herself in them.

• Ex Gifted kid....(you can tell very clearly)

Ginger Fun Facts:

• Ginger enjoys very black coffee, one drop of creamer and he will freak out.

• Very routine based and rigid when it comes to change, but tries to go with the flow as best as he can. Sometimes he panics internally, though. But he has horrible emotional vulnerability and will not admit it.

• Enjoys bird watching, he finds it relaxing and a good way to pass the time. He's found ten species so far! (Yes he has old man taste's no I do not care). Chimbley also likes to bird watch, though he likes the sounds and learning more than the sight's. Annie doesn't get it, but sometimes she'll come out and watch with them.

• Ginger's favorite movie is the original Addams family (he's just like me!!)

Now, onto the questions!

"Why does Chimbley not fight with bathing even though it's canon he doesn't like water?"

Chimbley didn't necessarily have a choice in the matter, if he didn't accept there help he probably would've gotten caught by security guards - which would not be good for him. It was a matter of needs, not wants or desires.

"How come Chimbley's accent isn't written often/in it's full capacity?"

This is because I wanted to keep accessibility as a top priority for all of my reader's, and when it comes to screen reader's for those who are visually impaired, chimbley's accent probably wouldn't translate well with the device and would glitch out. I also don't know how to write it properly so it's less of a hassle for me to just write as basic English.

#law of talos #abnw au #chimbley sweep #annie law of talos #ginger law of talos #endzone chimbley #ask me questions

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nocturne-overtures · 3 years

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Kinktober Day 5-Bad Influences

Pairing: Lee Minhyuk (BTOB)/Lee Felix

Prompt: Daddy Kink, Spanking, Cumming From Punishment

WC: 2k+

Genre(s)/AU(s): Smut, Idolverse, Fluff

TWs: Swearing

SWs: Daddy Kink, Pet Names, Spanking (Hand and Paddle), Marking (Imprints), Bratty Sub, Teasing, Semi-Public, Sexual Punishment, Stoplight System, Dominant Idol, Submissive Idol, BDSM Overtones, Praise Kink, Pain Kink, Crying, Aftercare

Everything here is Safe, Sane, and Consensual as always, folks

A/N: I also have the tagged folks according to your preferences so if you’re someone who asked to be tagged in btob works, skz works, or both and included member x member works, then beep boop you’re gettin tagged. Also this is set during Kingdom filming

AO3

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Kinktober 2021 Masterlist

Day 4 Day 6

Network Pings: @kdiarynet @kwritersworld @kpopscape

Minhyuk was many things.

Easily riled up, was not one of them.

No, he was a very meticulous man. Took his time analyzing situations with a deceptive smile on his face, feigning aloofness while he sorted his thoughts.

Think, before you act. Always.

It was a lesson Felix hadn’t quite grasped yet, deciding he was going to follow after his friends’ footsteps and try provoking Minhyuk into action.

Had he been learning bad behaviours from Wooyoung, Sanghyuk, and Sunwoo? Definitely.

Unfortunately for Felix, Minhyuk had the benefit of age and experience on his side. He loved his boyfriend, no doubt, but he wasn’t so swooned and whipped that he’d crack like San. He wasn’t a switch in any capacity, so the tables didn’t get turned on him like with Youngbin. And he surely didn’t get flustered or caught out by misbehaviour like Sangyeon.

So when Felix took to subtly brushing against him as they passed backstage for filming, when he sent him suggestive photos while changing costumes, the times he’d appear at Cube, an innocent smile on his freckled face as he sat directly in Minhyuk’s lap, pouting and chattering about how much he wished he could have fun with Minhyuk whenever he wanted like the others-

Minhyuk only hummed, kissing the top of Felix’s head. Today they were in the older man’s home, resting before the upcoming field day event.

“We only have a few more weeks of filming. I’ll be sure to stop by more often.”

“I mean...we have time now so-”

Felix pouted and looked up, shifting beside him on the couch, his freckled cheeks slightly puffed out.

“Are you going to keep doing that?”

Minhyuk cocked a brow.

“Doing what?”

“Not…” Felix trailed off, making a small frustrated noise. Minhyuk cocked a brow, an amused noise leaving his lips.

“Not what, baby? Fucking you?”

Felix nodded and Minhyuk set the pen he had in his hand down, closing the notebook to the raps he was writing and humming.

“Why do you think I haven’t fucked you, Felix?”

“I don’t know! I’ve been trying and-” he cut himself off, lips pursing.

Minhyuk couldn’t help the chuckle that left his lips, a deep rumble resonating from his chest as he looked at Felix in amusement.

“C’mon to my room. I’ll tell you why it didn’t work.”

Felix perked and nodded eagerly, hustling after him, practically on Minhyuk’s heels.

How he ended up here, sprawled out across Minhyuk’s lap with the older man humming and rubbing his ass was another story. Felix blushed, looking up, expecting Minhyuk to finger him and prep him. Instead, he had his head lightly tilted up, looking into Felix’s eyes.

Instantly, the younger man realized-finally-that he may have been in trouble, eyes widening.

“Um-”

“Would you like to explain now? Or would you prefer to take your punishment as I explain to you what you did wrong?"

Felix shrunk a bit, cheeks flared.

“I can let you go and let you explain yourself. Or I can spank you and I tell you why you’re in trouble.”

Felix looked into his eyes. Minhyuk never moved his gaze from his. He was giving him a choice. He always did. Felix looked back, finding a small leather paddle sitting beside Minhyuk’s thigh while his large hand lie rested on Felix’s ass, unmoving for now.

He shied and nodded.

“I’m staying here.”

“Do you remember our system?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Minhyuk nodded, a pleased sound leaving his lips.

“Good.”

He grabbed the paddle, rubbing Felix’s ass in circles before he brought the paddle down hard on his ass. Felix jolted and yelped, though Minhyuk kept him in his lap with his free hand wrapped securely around Felix’s waist.

“You don’t have to count this time. But Daddy wants you to know that following after the other Brats is why that pretty ass is in trouble.”

Felix yipped at the second, then third hit, cheeks flushing as he felt the leather rub over his sore cheek between Minhyuk’s talking.

“I j-just wanted you t-to….to…” He flushed and lowered his head. Minhyuk tapped his ass with the paddle.

“Lift your head. You wanted me to what?”

“F-fuck me. They...they said being bratty and teasing works all the time for them and-fuck!” He cursed and jolted when his untouched cheek was struck, Minhyuk’s grip still strong around his waist.

“There’s a difference between their Doms and Daddy, kitten.” he lightly scolded, his voice never going above the volume of his normal speaking tone. Felix bowed his head down.

“S-sorry, Daddy.” Minhyuk hummed and rubbed his ass.

“Are you?”

Felix nodded before whimpering and dropping his head once more when another hard spank fell to his ass. He could feel something on the paddle, like...an outline? Though the paddle was never pressed to his sore ass long enough for him to distinguish what it is. Minhyuk took care to rub him between spanks with the smooth end of the paddle.

“Pick your head up, baby.” Minhyuk reminded him. Felix shuddered and muttered a quick apology before Minhyuk paused.

“Are you alright?”

Felix nodded.

“What’s your color, baby?”

“Green.”

Minhyuk kissed his head before he continued.

“I’m not San, or Youngbin, I’m not Sangyeon either. Who am I?”

“Minhyuk-hyung.”

A light tap to his ass from the paddle had Felix’s hips jolt, anticipating a full hit before he blushed. He realized he was hard, his cock pressed fully against Minhyuk’s leg.

When had he gotten hard?

“Who am I, Felix?” He asked again.

“M-My Daddy.”

“Good. So Daddy is going to tell you, the best way to get him to fuck you, is to ask.” the paddle was discarded without a word, Minhyuk’s calloused hand squeezing and kneading both of Felix’s cheeks.

“I won’t reward you with my cock for being a brat, Felix.” he scolded him, his hand coming down on Felix’s left cheek. A scream of surprise left his mouth and he nearly scrambled out of Minhyuk’s lap, his cock jumping against the fabric of the older man’s gym shorts. Minhyuk loosened his grip, giving him the chance to get out of it if he wanted to.

Felix shook his head and settled back down, slightly panting as tears gathered in the corner of his eyes.

“Color?”

“G-Green.”

Minhyuk hummed, sitting in silence for a few minutes, just groping and kneading the heated skin under his hand. Felix kept his head up like asked, though his thighs shook from his position across Minhyuk’s lap. The older man took notice, pulling him forward a bit more, spreading his long legs so he could support Felix a bit better.

Once Felix had stopped shaking as much, Minhyuk continued.

“Do you want to be a brat, Felix?”

Felix shook his head, groaning at the next spank, the tears rolling down his cheek as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

“N-No, Daddy!”

“No? Not gonna try and be like Sunwoo and grind on me backstage like he does with Sangyeon?”

Felix shook his head quickly, his hair stuck to his face and neck from the sweat that began to build up on his body.

“What about sitting in my lap during meetings with the others? Mmm? Is it fair to tease Daddy like the others do? Do you think you should have my cock after being such a tease like that?” he inquired. Felix shook his head once more, biting his lip and all but thrusting against Minhyuk’s leg with the next jolt from his spank, his entire body flushed.

He’d gotten hard, painfully so. Part of him feared he’d cum just from this.

“D-Daddy-”

Minhyuk’s hand froze midair, attentive brown eyes looking down immediately.

“What is it, baby? Do you want to stop?”

“N-No I…M...maybe? I feel like I’m going to cum and I don’t wanna be bad.”

Minhyuk’s eyes twinkled with mirth.

“You’re gonna cum from your punishment?”

Felix shook his head quickly, embarrassed.

“Felix. Be honest baby.”

He flushed before nodding a moment later.

“Do you want to cum?”

He lifted his head, looking back at him with big eyes still teary from the pleasured pain thrumming through his cheeks.

“I was bad.”

“I think you learned your lesson, personally. So I’ll ask you again. Do you want to cum?”

Felix nodded.

“Yes, Daddy, please?”

“See? Those are the manners Daddy is looking for.” Minhyuk grabbed a few pillows, letting Felix rest his head on them before he resumed his spanking, growling between each strike.

“Your ass looks pretty like this, baby. The red makes your freckles stand out. Go ahead, you can cum for me.”

Felix could barely decipher his words between the sound of skin hitting skin and his own moaning and pleasured cries, his cock painfully hard between his legs. Minhyuk had growled something in particular, along the lines of Felix being his ‘cute pain slut’ before the younger man saw stars, cumming messily all over Minhyuk’s lap, his legs and thighs shaking as he nearly slipped to the floor from the force of it.

Minhyuk held him tighter, keeping him steady as he picked him up, laying with Felix settled in his arms.

He was careful, brushing Felix’s hair back and cooing sweet nothings to him as he sobbed against his chest.

“You’re alright, baby boy. You did well for me.”

“B-But I was a brat-”

“Mmm. You were. And you took your punishment well. So, you’re a good boy. Hey, look at me,” Minhyuk waited until Felix’s sniffles subsided into little hiccups, the pained pleasure an overwhelming first time feeling for him. Minhyuk wiped his cheeks and kissed him gently.

“You did so well. Let Daddy take care of you, okay?”

Felix nodded and held onto his arms as he stood, carrying him off to shower off. Minhyuk laughed and waved off the hasty apologies as Felix noticed him putting his shorts in the wash.

“Don’t apologize to me, baby boy.”

One magnolia scented, aloe-infused bath later, and Felix was on his stomach, eyes closed as Minhyuk gently massaged lotion over his cheeks.

He was careful of his strength and there was no skin broken, but Felix had noted-in sheer delight-that Minhyuk’s paddle actually did have indentations, and they actually were hearts. Now his freckled bottom sported not only Minhyuk’s handprint to the left and a row of hearts to the right.

“So...I think I have a spanking kink.” Felix mused tiredly as Minhyuk got him settled on his chest, putting on Deadpool for them to enjoy, since it had been one of Felix’s favorites. Minhyuk laughed and kissed him, holding his waist once he was sure Felix was warm and covered by the blanket.

“I noticed.”

-xoxo-

So the field day was a completely different experience.

Minhyuk felt a sense of pride as Felix waddled forward amongst the cheers that he had been voted as one of their top three visuals. The man looked around, pointing at himself through his slightly overgrown sweater and the older couldn’t hold back the happy exclamation of Felix’s name as he shuffled forward.

He genuinely was surprised when they announced him for the number one of their visual kings, but he took it nonetheless, catching Felix mimicking his showboating from the corner of his eye.

How cute.

“They ended up voting for each other!”

Minhyuk turned, pointing at Felix as the younger man bowed deeply, flustered at having been chosen.

He should have known Minhyuk would’ve chosen his baby boy above all else, but that’s beside the point.

“Hey Felix, good boy.”

Felix flushed and bowed again, and Minhyuk was approached later as they began to help staff clean up, the sun having gone down and the festivities over.

“Hyung?”

Minhyuk looked up at him, tilting his head.

“Yes, Felix-ah?” he inquired, glancing around. The others were busy hustling to help staff so they could all rest up, leaving the two relatively alone. Felix adjusted his pink sleeves and looked up at him.

“Uh...can I come over this weekend? For...um…’practice?’”

Minhyuk took it for what it was, a proud and knowing smirk tugging at his lips.

“Yeah, of course.”

Taglist----

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#fie writes #kinktober 2021 #kpopscape #kdiarynet #kwritersworldnet #minhyuk smut #minhyuk btob smut #felix smut #member x member #btob smut #stray kids smut #kpop smut

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giuliamarcovaldo · 3 years

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You’re Okay, Luca

i wanted to read autistic!luca fics but i couldn’t find any. so what did i do? i wrote my own. this is my first time posting fanfic here! so enjoy this little autistic!luca story (with some luberto fluff and angst)

TW: mentions of violent stimming + meltdown

“I was about to have a meltdown and there was nothing I could do to stop it.”

Summary: Luca gets over stimulated at a fancy dinner party, and Alberto witnesses Luca having a meltdown for the first time.

I want to say they’re 16-17 in this??

100% sfw because they are children

word count: 1580

also please don’t kill me if the Italian words are wrong i used google translate sksjsjaksk

(also note: i am autistic)

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Alberto knew I was autistic. I told him about a year ago, when we first became a thing.

“This doesn’t change anything, Luca. There’s nothing in this world that could make me stop loving you.” His words rang through my head as I felt the onset of a meltdown.

Giulia had invited Alberto and me to a gathering with some of her extended family in Genoa. They were all very nice, and Alberto even made friends with some of them (which was no surprise). That wasn’t the cause of my meltdown. It was the atmosphere. It was a bright, loud fancy dining hall, nearly at full capacity. I was wearing a suit and tie that Giulia’s cousin had let me borrow. The collar was scratching my skin in the worst possible way but I didn’t want to be rude so I sucked it up. That was my first mistake. Between the bright lights, loud conversations and music, jam-packed room, a plethora of smells from foods that I had never heard of, and the suit collar, I could feel it coming.

It was sensory overload at first. I tried stimming subtly. I wasn’t out as autistic to everyone yet and the thought of them judging me for stimming made my anxiety worse. But I had to do something. Squeezing my hands into fists under the table. Chewing the inside of my cheek. Running my fingers through my hair repeatedly. It wasn’t enough, but somehow too much at the same time.

I was getting more and more fidgety. It was becoming harder to mask. Would it be rude to just get up and leave without saying anything? Probably. I couldn’t move anyway. I was frozen in my seat. My facial expressions were almost completely gone at this point, along with my ability to speak. Alberto noticed that something was wrong.

“Luca, hey, are you alright?” I couldn’t get the words “no, I feel like I’m about to explode into a violently stimming disaster if I don’t get out of here right now but I can’t move and I feel helpless” out of my mouth so I just nodded and gave him a small, unconvincing smile. I didn’t want to burden Alberto while he was having such a good time. I knew it was ridiculous to think that Alberto would mind helping me calm down, but my brain wouldn’t quit telling me otherwise.

Silenzio, Bruno. Silenzio, Bruno. Silenzio, Bruno. It wasn’t working.

Alberto didn’t look convinced. He knew me too well. Ever since I told him I was autistic he tried his best to make sure I was as comfortable as possible in every situation. I loved him for that but I hated myself for it. It’s like I always need to be babysat and I hate it. I know that he loves me so why do I feel so guilty?

My intrusive thoughts running through my mind was the final straw. It was all too much. Alberto’s face looked more concerned as each moment passed. He was about to witness me having a meltdown for the first time since we met. I didn’t know if I was ready for that type of vulnerability but I didn’t really have a choice. I was about to have a meltdown and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

“Luca, we’re going to go some place quiet, okay?”

I shook my head no. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. It had gone from sensory overload, to shutdown, to a full-blown meltdown. I couldn’t hold back my stims anymore. I started hitting my head with my fists and pulling at my hair. Tears rolled down my face uncontrollably, exposing my green-blue scales.

Perfecto.

I didn’t know which was worse: violently and uncontrollably stimming in front of everyone, or unintentionally outing myself as a sea monster. They might have been tied. Most of the guests were too into their conversations to notice the autistic sea monster having a meltdown next to them but the few who did notice started to pass glances and whisper amongst themselves.

“Luca, Luca, you’re okay. I know you don’t like anyone touching you when you’re in sensory overload but I’m going to help you get out of here, okay?”

Alberto helped me get up from the table and escorted me out of the dining room, using his suit jacket to cover my face so no one would see my scales, but being careful to not let it touch my face. We made our way to a long hallway off of the lobby. Alberto sat me down on the ground and flipped the hallway light switch off. Light from the lobby trailed into the hallway but didn’t reach us at the end.

I was out of the environment but still at the height of my meltdown. Tears were still coming from my eyes. I continued to tug at my hair while I rocked back and forth. I couldn’t vocalize anything except for non verbal sounds. I felt so helpless, so defeated, so ashamed.

Alberto tried to redirect my violent stims, to no avail. I’m sure he felt helpless too. I wanted to stop but I couldn’t. And I felt bad that Alberto couldn’t help that.

Alberto sat a few feet away from me, probably resisting the urge to pull me into a hug.

“I’ll just sit with you, okay? You’re okay. You’re okay. You’re okay.” Alberto reassured me that he wasn’t leaving. My perception of time isn’t that great but it felt like at least 45 minutes before I started to come down. Still there, like he said he would be, Alberto let out a deep shaky breath. I hadn’t looked at him the entire time because I was too embarrassed that he had to see all of that. When I finally did glance up at him, I notice two trails of purple scales down his cheeks. Knowing he had cried hurt me even more.

“Are you feeling better?” I was still nonverbal and rocking back and forth but my violent stims had passed. I opened my left hand flat and tapped it with my right index finger.

“Oh! Right,” Alberto pulled a pen and pad from my jacket, which he had helped me remove from my body earlier in my meltdown. He slid them across the floor and anxiously waited for me to write my response.

“I’m sorry you had to see me like that.”

Alberto’s face changed as he read what I had written. His green eyes looked sadder when they met my gaze. I could feel my tears starting to well up again.

“No, no, Luca, mio amore, please don’t feel bad. I should have checked on you earlier than I did. I got a little lost with everything going on in there. I’m sorry that I didn’t check up on you sooner...” Alberto was very protective of me. I know that the thought of me suffering while he didn’t know was absolutely crushing him. But it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t mine. It wasn’t anybody’s. I was starting to think rationally again. I shouldn’t feel sorry for having meltdowns, for being autistic, for being myself. But I should have spoken up when I started to feel uncomfortable. That’s something I need to work on, and I know I can do it as long as Alberto is with me. And he always will be.

“Is it alright if I touch you?” I know Alberto was dying to physically comfort me. It was his love language. I nodded my head yes and gave him a warm smile. He crawled over to me and I opened my arms to embrace him. I listened to his steadying heartbeat while he whispered affirmations to me and gently rubbed my back. Warm tears started to fall down my face.

God, I love this boy so much.

“Bontà, there you two are! I’ve been looking everywhere! What happ-“ Giulia’s voice got closer as she made her way down the hallway.

“Oh no, Luca... mi dispiace... I didn’t know you were- when did- where-“ She crouches down next to the two of us. Giulia, also being autistic, could tell I was in post-meltdown. She slaps her palm to her forehead and curses herself.

“Of course! I should have been more aware about- why didn’t I- are you okay?”

“Giulia,” Alberto places his hand on her shoulder. “he’s alright. Nothing that happened is your fault. Or... mine for that matter. We’re alright.”

“Can I get you guys something? A glass of water?”

I nod my head yes.

“Water sounds good, grazie, little sis.” Alberto and Giulia exchange smiles, then she leaves down the hallway, her red curls bouncing behind her.

“Luca,” Alberto cups my cheek in his hand, wiping away my tears with his thumb.

“I love you, okay? I love you so, so much. Nothing is going to change that. Please, don’t ever feel like an inconvenience. It hurts to see you like that, and I know it hurts to experience it. Please, tell me next time, Okay?”

I didn’t even need to tell him that I felt like an inconvenience. He just knew. Like I said, he knows me too well. I nod my head, and pull him back into an embrace. Alberto combs his fingers through my hair, getting rid of the tangles that I made in it earlier.

I feel lighter. I feel safe to be myself. I feel more loved than ever.

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that’s it! my first fic! a lot of this is me projecting onto luca (sksakdjsjjsk) but i had a lot of fun writing it! feel free to leave comments and/or constructive criticism. likes and reblogs appreciated!! :)

#luca #pixar luca #luca paguro #alberto scorfano #giulia marcovaldo #autistic!luca #luberto #mine #my writing

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shyinadarkplace · 2 years

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So, you like big? Part two (Monday)

Pairings: Clark Kent x Reader Warnings: There is definite size kink, future office sex?, Clark Kent (yes he is a warning), language, I can't think of any thing else. There are some dom/sub themes but nothing to crazy. Authors Note: THIS IS MY VERY FIRST REQUEST EVER! This whole thing comes from this lovely anon ask -"Hi Sweetie ! Can I request something fluffy/smutty with Clark Kent? He notices the reader has a size kink so he plays with her?" This is where all the good stuff happens. It is a bit of a slow burn based of an established friendship. Word Count:

Please do not copy rewrite, translate or repost my works. No permission is given to use my work in any capacity even with credit. I do not own Clark Kent , Henry Cavill or any of his characters.

Clark sat at his desk smirking. Finally. Fucking. Finally, everything was coming together. He could hear every word of that book she was listening to. Could hear the pick up in her heart rate , the change in her breathing. And he could smell her. God damn it did she smell good. Like wildflowers, earthy like hay, and sweet like honey. It made his cock stir every single time he caught it in the office. Though that also meant that since they often worked together there were days where his cock was rock hard for hours on end. He got up smirking. She wanted big? He’d give it to her. He would play it carefully not wanting to screw up five years of friendship, and then he would show her what it felt like to really be taken care of.

Monday

“Oh my god. Are you blind woman?!” Tiff whispered furiously. “Pfft. Uh, yeah. Glasses bitch.” I replied sarcastically. I swear she is .05 seconds away from smacking the hell out of me, but I have to get my joy somewhere. “Alright. You wanna play it that way? I got you.” She has that dangerous smirk that tells me there is about to be swift retribution. Well fuck. “Wait, wait ! Don’t. I will admit it!” There is sheer panic in my whispered yell. God damn it. Too late.

“Hey, Clark, come here for a second, would you?” I’m gonna murder her.

“Sure. What’s up Tiff? (y/n/n)? If this is about office rebellion I am totally on your side.” Clark joked and despite my sense of impending doom I have to smile. He is adorable.

“Okay, good to know but this has to do with (y/n/n),” Was that a flash of concern on Clarks face? It could have been, duh we have been friends for ages. “I think the outfit she is wearing is both sophisticated and shows her nerdy nature. She thinks it is too childish for the office. What do you think?” His face breaks out in a grin. He moves in closer to us. God he smells so fucking good. I sip my coffee which I almost choke on when Clark reaches up and tucks a strand of my hair back behind my ear.

“I think,” he says. His eyes are almost soft, and his rich baritone sincere, as he touches the tiny Hogwarts House studs. “That you look beautiful. I think it’s unfortunate that most people don’t pay enough attention to you to notice, but I guess I can make up for their lack.” He smiles softly, backing away and exiting the break room.

Tiff and I stare at each other with the same wide eyed expression. We both whisper what the fuck. She grabs my arm and rushes me to a deserted hallway. “(y/n/n) what the actual fuck was that? (y/n/n is there something you aren’t telling me?!” Her fingers are at her temples. “Really?! Like I wouldn’t tell you something involving HIM?! How the sam friggity fuck am I suppose to know? I thought I was having a stroke. He wouldn’t tease like that, right? Not Clark. What am I supposed to do? I can’t fuck things up with him. He’s my second best friend. Like my only other actual friend besides you. Titans curse this.” Tiff heaves a sigh shaking her head. “Woman if you don’t calm down I will actually smack you. Obviously, Clark is finally making his move and you are going to play cool. Do what you always do. You guys have banter and jokes. Just don’t change you dummy.” I go to give a retort and then stop and just nod, because yeah that makes sense. That’s when we both hear a horrible snicker. Fuck. Well there was nothing to do now. We head back to the open office area and pretend like nothing happened. To my surprise there was an extra large steaming cup of coffee waiting for me and a note.

Hey Sweetheart, Grabbed your favorite coffee. I was as serious today as I have been every other time I have told you, that you look beautiful. Oh, and you are definitely a Hufflepuff.

Clark watched as you blushed and when your head snapped up your eyes immediately found his. When you smile at him with your eyes shining, for a second he thinks his heart might beat out of his chest. He grinned and loved the way the blush deepened. Deciding to push it a little farther he gave you a wink, chuckling softly at the way your eyes widened a little and you quickly turned and sat down. He watched as you carefully tucked the note away like it was something precious, hiding a smile. This was definitely a win. It became an even bigger win when you took a sip of the slightly sweet and creamy espresso rich coffee he’d gotten you. You moaned. Actually moaned. Luckily the only other person who would have been able to hear it was Tiff. But that pretty, throaty little moan went straight to his cock. Well fuck me. It was also well worth a quick flight to Italy.

#so you like big #part two

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yourbestpalpercy · 6 months

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Alright, first things first. I’m only writing this because I just got a great idea. High Tide and Low Tide. DeadZone is often depicted in my head with either yellow or red eyes. So, depending on what color her eyes are, that’s the tide. Also, depending on the tide, those are the kinds of attacks she can do. The important thing is the tide gimmick, I only added everything else because I was bored.

Another thing, DeadZone hates fighting and will actually use her ability to control water to throw your toon out of battle 3 times. If you’re persistent though, DeadZone will let you fight her (4th time reentering the battle). Now onto me making a Wiki style post about DeadZone.

The DeadZone is a Cashbot Manager Boss who will be introduced fully eventually in one of my stories. She can be fought at the Daffodil Gardens Lake after completing the task “Pollution Problem”.

Department: Cashbot

Position: Regional Manager

HP: 2700

Defense: 27

Level: 19.mgr

Lowest Damage: 10

Highest damage: 23

Real name: Ariel Cove

Honorifics: Ms./Mx.

Employee ID: 192017

Likes: Fish, swimming, playing with the water, bike horns, Rainmaker, Deep Diver, Gatekeeper, Duck Shuffler

Dislikes: Firestarter, Prethinker, math, drop gags, Brian, some toon named Mac, Witchhunter

Attacks (Low Tide)

Liquidate: 12 damage, 50% accuracy, 25 frequency

Guilt Trip: 10 damage, 30% accuracy, 25 frequency

Attacks (High Tide)

Evil Eye: 23 damage, 90% accuracy, 78 frequency

Flash Flood: 19 damage, 80% accuracy, 47 frequency

Special Attacks (Low Tide)

Algal Bloom: 17 damage, 30% accuracy, 20 frequency

Brackish Water: 15 damage, 40% accuracy, 35 frequency

Special Attacks (High Tide)

Whirlpool: 36 damage, 99% accuracy, 60 frequency

Backwash: 30 damage, 90% accuracy, 40 frequency

Cheats

Special Attacks (Low Tide)

Algal Bloom: DeadZone makes a rising motion and throws a clump of green “slime” at the most dangerous cog, giving them a lower accuracy.

Brackish Water: DeadZone makes a waving motion with her hands, causing a small wave of brown water to appear under a toon and deal damage.

Special Attacks (High Tide)

Whirlpool: DeadZone makes a spinning motion with her finger. A spiral of water engulfs a random toon and spins them roughly before the water sinks back under water.

Backwash: DeadZone makes a pushing motion. A large wave forms behind her and washes over the toons, dealing them all damage. There’s also a 1% chance of flooding a Toon out of the fight.

Strategy:

I wondered if I should actually put this in for a bit but decided to do so. I have WAY too many ideas. Why not make this as real as possible?

When fighting DeadZone, it’s best to attack depending on the tide. During Low Tide, attack DeadZone straight on, do not use Toon-Ups or non damaging Gags unless you have to because Low Tide only lasts for 3 turns and is the best time to lower her HP. During High Tide, use Toon-Ups and use it as an attempt to set up Lures (Not on DeadZone, do that during Low Tide). Also try to take out the Cogs fighting with her during High Tide as they will not have the ability to dodge or block the Gags like DeadZone can.

Loot:

DeadZone Sticker

Fish Bowl hat (Or Seaweed Hair hat)

In DeadZone’s sticker, she’s looking at a leaf with a saddened expression. Alt idea: DeadZone with a deadpan or concerned expression.

The Fish Bowl hat comes with yellow eyes sketched outside of the bowl.

20 gumballs

34 jelly beans

920 Toon Experience

Dialogue and Cutscenes

Opening Cutscene 1:

“...What? It’s my lunch break.”

“Normally, I’d cook the fish but I’m banned from using the microwaves. Last time I used them, I made the whole HQ reek of fish!”

The 2 Toons in front get angry while one in the back comforts the other. This leaves DeadZone looking a little concerned.

“...Not here for small talk or jokes, got it.”

DeadZone points a weak finger at the Toons

“You guys aren’t seriously here to fight, right? I really don’t like fighting.”

One of the front toons step forward, leaving DeadZone a little bit panicked now.

“I really, really don’t like fighting!”

A pillar of water begins to rise up behind DeadZone as the other front toon steps forward and gets angry too.

“I really, really, really don’t like fighting!!”

DeadZone makes a pushing motion. The water washes the entire group out of the area.

Opening Cutscene 2 (Return to the area and reenter the fight)

DeadZone is now turned towards the Toons, slightly uncomfortable.

“I really don’t want to fight you guys.”

“I mean, you guys are adorable!”

“Maybe we can just sit down and…talk? I’m not doing anything wrong. I’m not polluting the water or…anything. At least I don’t think so.”

The Toons get angry again, causing DeadZone to sigh, make a pushing motion again and flood them out. Again.

Opening Cutscene 3 (Enter the fight again)

“You guys are really persistent. I’m almost concerned.”

DeadZone just looks saddened by this and floods the Toons out again.

Opening Cutscene 4 (Enter the fight again)

The Toons get angry again causing DeadZone to spin back towards the water, slouching now.

DeadZone puts her hands together, takes a deep breath before spinning back towards the Toons.

“Okay, fine! But I really didn’t want to do this to y’all.”

Ending Cutscene:

“THAT’S IT! STOP!!”

DeadZone waves her arms and even makes a T with her hands.

“I-If I could have a few words right quick- please?”

One of the Toons stops the rest with a shushing motion.

“I really, really don’t know who’s polluting the water supply. I swear it’s not me. I live in the lake! I try to keep it clean! I live underwater!”

DeadZone turns away slightly, her eyes turning red with an annoyed expression as the tide begins to come in again

“No idea why you guys would attack me without evidence but oh well.”

DeadZone turns back to the Toons, her eyes still red

“I swear I just want to be a friend to the Toons. I’m not here to harm at all. I’m still a neutral.”

DeadZone’s eyes fade back to yellow as she slowly stands up and holds out a water damaged journal

“I found this journal. I figured it was neat and kept it around just in case. The few words I could read mentioned the Toons so I figured you guys must know about it. I tried to give it to any Toons I saw but they only tried to attack me…”

One of the Toons grab it and the scene cuts to the name of the journal which only has ‘L’ written on it with the rest of the name faded out from water damage.

DeadZone stares at the Toons a little longer and mentions,

“I liked their drawings from what I could see. Please tell them they have a lovely art style.”

DeadZone jumps into the water, disappearing.

The fight ends with you getting a new quest, “The Mysterious Journal”.

Special Attack Dialogue

Algal Bloom

“Green is a nice color when you’re not associating it with money.”

“What’s a lake without algae?”

“‘You’re getting into deep waters, Toon’. No, this ain’t the right attack for that…”

Brackish Water

“The water’s not polluted, it’s just a little dirty.”

“Hope you don’t mind getting soaked!”

“‘Water, water, everywhere!’ I should talk to her again.”

Whirlpool

“‘Thpin, thpin, thpin!’ Ha, a friend of mine used to say that often.”

“‘You’re thpinnin’ out of control!’ Sound familiar?”

“Y’know, whirlpools are my favorite!”

Backwash

“Don’t worry, it’s not the stuff in your mouth.”

“Why not surf a little? I hear the water’s great!”

“Thou shall be washedth awayth by mine wavesth! That’s not how the old language works…”

Misc. Dialogue

Face-off Taunts:

DeadZone sticks her tongue out and presses a finger to her helmet with a ‘bleh’ noise. “Huh? That doesn’t count as a taunt? Hmfp!”

“I’ve got my eyes on you!”

“Woah! I can do that?”

“Why not take a little dip? The water’s warm, I promise!”

“What do you mean you guys don’t recognize me?”

“Can we hurry this up? I just remembered I have a DnD game with Holly soon.”

“Listening to Prethinker tell me I’m the worst would be better than this…”

Death Taunts:

“Suits you right for randomly attacking me!”

“And pleathe don’t come back! …Pleathe…PLEASE! Oh my gosh, this is why I don’t do impressions!”

“Lifeguard! We need a lifeguard!”

“So many people have thalassophobia nowadays…”

Surrender Taunts:

“What? You need a breather?”

“Forgot to take your swimmer’s test, I see!”

“Need to grab your life jacket right quick?”

“Maybe this time you won’t come back…”

Friend Request Accepts:

“You seem fun, why not?”

“Keep this between you and I please.”

“I’m going to get in so much trouble for this…”

Friend Request Denials:

“You just kicked my butt for no reason! Heck no!”

“Go take an ip dip dip in the tides of changes and then we’ll see.”

“Go drink salt water!”

Attempt to Sue:

“Don’t you try to sue me! I’m barely hanging onto this job, you piece of ****!”

Attempt to Fire:

“You’re not my boss. Who’re you to try to fire me?”

Trivia:

I made DeadZone because of the lake you can see on the map in Daffodil Gardens (Or, if you’re looking at the TTR map, Daisy Gardens) and I thought ‘I can make something with that’.

DeadZone was partially inspired by the song Drown by AViVA.

DeadZone’s real name is Ariel which, naturally, comes from The Little Mermaid, Ariel. As for the Cove part? *Shrug* DeadZone needed a last name.

The dead zone, also known as the abyssal zone is a place underwater where there’s little to no life. It’s often completely dark and it’s right in between the midnight zone and the hadal zone.

DeadZone’s Employee ID (192017) is a date and it’s a reference to a terrible flood that happened in the US (If I remember correctly).

#toontown #ttcc #toontowncorporateclash #toontown corporate clash #toontown corporate clash oc #toontowncoporateclashoc #ttccoc #oc writing #oc trivia

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the-himawari · 3 years

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A3! Sakisaka Muku - Translation [SR] Spotlight (1/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Tasuku: *Pant, pant*.

Muku: *Pant, pant*.

Tasuku: I sped up a bit. Could you keep up?

Muku: Yes, I’m fine!

Tasuku: Alright, let’s head all the way to the park at this pace. If it gets tough, just say so.

Muku: You got it!

-pause-

Muku: *Pant, pant*.

Tasuku: Should we take a quick break?

Muku: Hah, hah… sure. I’m really out of breath, huh? But it feels great going on a run in the morning!

Tasuku: Yeah, it does.

*drink falls from vending machine*

Tasuku: Here, water.

Muku: Thank you very much. It’s wonderful that my leg has actually healed completely. I’m really glad I’m able to run together with you like this, Tasuku-san!

Tasuku: I see. I like running with you too, Sakisaka. We can run at the best speed and distance. There aren’t many guys who can keep up with my pace after all.

Muku: But you’re pretty fast, Tasuku-san. I gotta keep going on long training runs so I don’t get left behind!

Tasuku: I think you’re doing well enough already. Or rather, I think the other guys should learn from your attitude. …Alright, now that we've rehydrated, let's get going. Let’s pick up the pace even more on our way back.

Muku: Got it! I’ll do my best to stay behind you!

-pause-

Izumi: Alright, let’s get down to practice. It’s morning, so let’s begin with vocalization work. We’ll start off with basic vocalizations.

Summer troupe: A-e-i-u-e-o-a-o, ka-ke-ki-ku-ke-ko-ka-ko…

Kumon: Sa-se-su-se-shi-se-so… ugh, my mouth doesn’t work well after I just woke up~.

Tenma: Try wider movements with your mouth.

Kumon: Like this…? Ta-te-chi-tsu-te-to-ta-to… I can say them! Thanks, Tenma-san!

-pause-

Izumi: Next, we’ll hum. Which song should we do?

Kazunari: Lemme see… AH! How ‘bout BloodPink’s LovesickBoy?

Izumi: Huh, that song was…

Yuki: The troupe members have been into it these days.

Kazunari: Yep! Everyone knows it, so it’s totally perf, right!

Muku: I agree! It’s a bit difficult, but I’d like to try it.

Izumi: Alright, let’s go with that song then.

Misumi: Gooot it!

-pause-

Summer troupe: Hm—mm—mmm—m—.

Muku: Mm———.

Troupe members: !

Kazunari: That long note just now was legit!

Izumi: Yeah. That last bit was amazing, Muku-kun!

Tenma: Your abdominal breathing’s in great shape.

Yuki: You've got more lung capacity than before, huh?

Muku: Ehehe, do I?

Kumon: I feel like you've gained more stamina since your leg healed, Muku!

Misumi: It’s ‘cause he runs a lot, right~?

Tenma: It’s like your weakness when you first joined the troupe was a lie.

Muku: I’ve still got a long way to go, but I’m glad if everyone says so. (The reason my lung capacity has increased so much… Is it really because I've been running more than before?)

-pause-

Izumi: Ah, Muku-kun. There you are. Are you perhaps heading out for a run right now?

Muku: No, I was stretching since I just came back from one.

Izumi: That’s great then. You see, it’s your turn next for the WEB version’s “Spotlight” interview. So the questionnaire arrived. Your interview will round off Summer troupe.

Muku: Is it alright for someone like me to be last for the whole troupe…?

Izumi: Of course. Kasumi-san said he’s looking forward to your interview too.

Muku: I-I’m starting to feel nervous now…

Option 1: “Just be your usual self and you’ll be fine!”

Izumi: Just be your usual self and you’ll be fine!

Muku: My usual self…

Izumi: I think the fans want to get to know you through the interview. So you don’t need to get all tense or try to say something nice.

Muku: I see… You have a point! I feel a little less nervous thanks to you, Director-san.

Izumi: I’m glad. Just say what you're thinking and you'll be fine. Be confident, Muku-kun!

Muku: Okay!

Option 2: “You have time, so think it over slowly.”

Izumi: You have time, so think it over slowly. If you prepare ahead of time, I bet you'll feel a little less nervous too.

Muku: …You might be right about that. Okay, I'll think about how I'll answer some of the questions!

Izumi: Ah, but you can just respond with what you think, alright? The most important thing is for everyone who reads the article to get a sense of who you are through the interview.

Muku: I got it. I’ll think about how I can get myself across to everyone!

Izumi: Yeah, please do.

Izumi: Alright then. Check over the questionnaire later, ok?

Muku: Got it!

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scripttorture · 3 years

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One of the central characters in a fantasy story I'm writing has torture as part of her backstory. She was captured by an evil race, and one individual in particular put her through a "training" regime designed to turn her into a useful/trustworthy slave. Specifically the goals of the training were:

- destroy her sense of self / agency

- overwrite her ingrained response of healing herself when injured (she has magical healing powers)

- an affectionate or worshipful disposition towards her captors

- immediate obedience to any command

I feel like both physical and psychological torture / mental conditioning are probably appropriate, though I'm leaning away from including sexual abuse. I honestly don't know much about torture at all and the only things that come to mind as producing a result similar to what I'm looking for are the Game of Thrones torture sequence and the use of obdience collars in the Codex Alera book series. The latter is very interesting to me because it is a magical device that inflicts pain in reaction to disobedience but also inflicts pleasure to reward obedience.

I guess I'm just wondering if you have any advice for what kinds of methods would be good to include in a process designed to produce obedience, rather than torture for its own sake or to extract information, as well as if there are any common pitfalls I should try to avoid in writing about such a thing.

The training itself won't be in the book, but I need to be familiar with it for backstory purposes because later in the story this character encounters her torturer again, and is subjected to some further abuse before she finally overcomes her fear and kills him.

Alright well I’m going to be straight up with you: the scenario you’ve presented is a very common torture apologist trope. It’s incredibly unrealistic. And it’s unrealistic in ways that support torture by claiming it can be ‘useful’.

Which probably means that you’re new to the blog and haven’t heard me give this talk before. That’s OK, we all learn sometime and it’s not my intention to shame you for the fact you’re not as obsessed with this stuff as I am or couldn’t afford to shell out for the books.

Torture does not produce obedience. The best evidence we have right now suggests it encourages active resistance.

If you got a lot of your inspiration from Game of Thrones then frankly I’m not surprised you came up with apologia. The torture in that series is incredibly badly handled. And a big part of the point of running this blog is that most people are getting their information on torture from shows like that. Which happens because the research is inaccessible and hasn’t been popularised the way fictional tropes (sometimes fictional tropes literally started by torturers) have been popularised.

The important thing is what you choose to do now.

I’m going to break down the problems here and make some suggestions for what you could do instead.

Firstly: there is no torture or abuse that will guarantee obedience. Pain does not make people meek or compliant or willing to follow commands.

Torture survivors are not broken.

They are not ‘controlled’ by their torturers and the suggestion that they are is used in the real world to bar real survivors from treatment. It is also used to bar them from entering safe countries and to argue that they shouldn’t be allowed visas or passports.

The best statistics we have for any sort of compliance under torture come from analysis of historical French data where torture was used to try and force confessions (something we know torture can sometimes do).

The ‘success’ rate averaged at 10%. Under torture 90% of people will not comply long enough to sign their name.

Secondly: torture does not and can not ‘make’ a victim feel ‘worshipful’ towards their torturer. The suggestion is kind of like asking if someone can tap dance immediately after removing the bones from their legs.

Torturers have no control over a victim’s emotions. They have no control over their symptoms. They have no control over their beliefs.

And there is no such thing as a torture that can change someone’s mind in a way torturers can control.

Once again, this fictional trope is used by politicians and the media to justify marginalising real torture survivors.

I have read hundreds, possibly thousands, of accounts from torture survivors. I’ve read historic and modern accounts. I’ve read accounts from all sort of people from all over the globe. I have never seen a survivor say anything positive about their torturers. I have never seen anything close to toleration.

A lot of survivors are blisteringly angry at their torturers. A lot of them feel overwhelming levels of spite and some report literally putting themselves at risk of death in order to spite their torturers. And yes, a lot of them are afraid too. None of these emotions are mutually exclusive.

Affection is impossible. We are not wired that way.

Thirdly: I understand that ‘evil races’ are a long standing fantasy trope but it would be remiss of me if I didn’t mention the racism inherent in that idea. That some people are ‘born bad’.

I’d strongly suggest you look up the Black, Indian and First Nations people that I know are on this site critiquing these kinds of fantasy tropes. Because they will be able to explain it better then I can.

Fourthly: the term ‘psychological torture’ is a pretty common dog whistle for torture apologia.

Most of the time tortures that people dub ‘psychological’ are things with real, physical effects that lead to lasting injury and death. They just don’t tend to leave obvious external scars. I use Rejali’s term ‘clean torture’ for these techniques. Researchers distinguish them from scarring tortures because they are harder to detect and prove in court.

The majority of survivors today will have experienced clean torture. They will have no obvious physical scars. But they will still be disabled. They’re ‘just’ less likely to see any form of justice for it.

Fifthly: torture is a terrible training method because it decreases a person’s ability to learn.

Torture causes memory problems. It also often causes lasting physical injuries that make performing basic tasks more difficult. And it causes a lot of serious psychological problems which make performing basic tasks more difficult.

A trained person who was never tortured will always out perform someone whose training involved torture.

I probably sound quite angry here.

I write fantasy and I also write about torture a lot. But I can’t imagine that it’s just flavour for a fantasy world or some artefact of the past. Torture is a real, present threat in the country that I grew up in. If I was to return now I could, literally, be tortured and executed.

If you want to include torture in your world, in your story then you are committing to telling someone else’s story. You are representing an incredibly marginalised group of people and you are presenting that representation to a third group, one that has never had contact with real torture survivors.

Are you comfortable with the idea of telling your peers that survivors are still controlled by ‘the enemy’? That they’re passive? That they don’t have the capacity to make their own decisions?

Are you comfortable knowing that the popularity of this message keeps millions of genocide survivors in refugee camps, blocked from citizenship, aid and safety?

I understand feeling attached to a story and a character. And I understand that this information is hard to find. Hell I’m probably going to end up with the only English copy of one of the pivotal textbooks because I’m shelling out to get it translated.

You say you want to write a torture survivor. With respect I don’t think you know what a torture survivor looks like.

I think the most helpful, and kindest, thing I can do here is describe what torture does to people. Because I can’t tell you whether that’s something you want to write. I could try and rebuild this scenario for you (and if you decide you’re interested in that after reading all of this and all the links then I suggest looking through the blog tags for ICURE, torture as training, Black Widow and Overwatch.) But I think you need to decide whether you actually want to write a torture survivor first.

Here’s a post on the most common torture apologia tropes.

Here’s the post on the types of memory problems torture commonly causes. I strongly recommend picking at least one.

Remember that this would never go away. Improvement and recovery in torture survivors means learning to live with symptoms. The symptoms themselves are permanent.

It’s a hundred different alarms set up on their phone to try and make up for the forgetfulness that makes them miss appointments. It’s the little bottle of perfume in their pocket to bring themselves back to reality when they get intrusive memories at work.

Here’s a post on the other common symptoms.

You want something in the range of 3-5 of those, though more are likely if your character is held for years. Each of them should be severe. Every single symptom should have a large, negative, impact on the character’s daily life.

Do you know anyone with chronic pain? It warps their world. Work can become impossible. Basic household tasks like getting dressed, cooking, cleaning the dishes are done through gritted teeth or not at all. Hobbies and ‘fun’ activities dwindle as they struggle to find a way to do them that doesn’t hurt. Interaction with other people, even loved ones, can easily become barbed.

Because the pain makes everything more difficult. It means everything takes more energy, more effort. Which means that things fall by the wayside, whether that’s by a pile of mouldering dishes in the sink or snapping at a child. It means tears and the social judgement that follows them. It means the world narrowing as it gets harder to go out.

Do you see what I mean? Every part of life.

That’s an example for one symptom. You need to work out at least four. Then figure out how they interact. Then figure out what the character can do to make her life better.

With chronic pain that can mean painkillers but it’s always more then that. It’s re-learning how to do things; how to put on trousers without aggravating the bad knee, how to sew with one hand. It means learning to cut down on what they do and it means learning a new sort of flexibility; accepting that there are days when the pain is too much.

It can mean having the same conversation about disability over and over again. With family, with friends, with colleagues. ‘I can’t do that.’ ‘I can do that sometimes but not always.’ ‘That will hurt me.’ ‘I can’t use that chair.’ ‘I can’t get my arms that high above my shoulders.’ ‘I need help with this.’

And that sometimes means learning a kind of patience that is really barely held back rage. Or perhaps I’m projecting a little with this last one.

If you’ve never met a torture survivor, if you’ve never looked at a survivor’s work, then all this is difficult. You’re trying to imagine something from first principals with nothing to fall back on.

So let’s bring some survivors into the discussion here. Some reality.

Who’s listened to Fela? How about Bobi Wine?

Fela Kuti was the father of modern Afro beats music. He was tortured multiple times and during one attack, which destroyed his home, his mother was murdered by the military. When he got out of jail Fela marched her funeral procession past the biggest barracks in Nigeria’s biggest city. He wrote two songs about this attack and he doubled down on his opposition to the military government.

Fela’s music started causing riots.

You can read what I have to say about him here. You can listen to his music on youtube.

Here’s an interview with Bobi Wine, which was conducted shortly after he was tortured in Uganda. He talked about how he was determined to go back and continue fighting. Which he did. He even ran against the president.

I’ve also got a short piece on Searle who was a cartoonist captured by the Japanese during World War 2. His drawings of what happened in To the Kwai and Back are worth seeing. Especially if you want to write atrocities on this scale. They will show you the scale and how to focus on the small, human elements despite that overwhelming scale.

Alleg’s The Question is pretty much a must, it’s one of the most thorough accounts from the Franco-Algerian war.

Monroe’s A Darkling Plain is also a must, it’s a series of interviews with survivors of various different conflicts and atrocities. Some are torture survivors. Some are not. It is essential reading because it shows the variety in survivors as well as giving a sense of their lives beyond the symptoms.

Finally Amnesty International has literally hundreds of interviews and studies available for free online.

The most important decision for any story with regards to torture is whether it should be there at all.

So much of this topic is intimidating and so much of it is difficult to write. Not just in the ‘oh this is horribly effecting’ sense but in the ‘I have twelve things to juggle in this simple scene’ sense.

Ask yourself what torture adds to this character and this story. What does this backstory actually give this character?

Because if the point is to have her vulnerable and then ultimately triumphing violently over her attackers I don’t think you want a torture scenario. You could get the same thing from a bad guy trying to drug her and having the kidnapping fail when she fights him off, clumsy but effective nonetheless.

And she could still come out of something like that traumatised.

Right now I really don’t see this adding anything but torture apologia to your story.

Handling torture well in a story means accepting that it can’t be the same story without it. It means watching the characters and narrative warp under the weight of it. It means lasting effects, for all the characters and for the world itself.

I believe you are capable of writing that if you want to, pet. But this ain’t it.

Edit: I’m having trouble seeing the beginning of the answer here. Can anyone let me know if there are formatting issues again please? The first word in the htmal is ‘Alright’ but what I’m seeing on tumblr starts 8 paragraphs in.

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I’m Always Curious Part Thirty Seven

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Warnings: Canon-typical violence; angst; fluff Summary: “Couldn’t unearth that eight hundredth notebook?” Una asked dryly.

I’d given up on trying to find my old translations by the time we reached Catalpa.

Paledore commed that he was making headway with some of the translations, anyway, though he didn't have anything he was fully confident in sharing with the team. As soon as we dropped out of warp, a shuttle with a few of our engineering officers was on its way over to the Hutton to lend a hand. With transporter and warp capabilities down, as well as limited transmission capacity, their team was spread thin.

“Have we got a fix on the crew’s location?” I asked Number One as we strode toward the transporter bay.

“Not yet. We have the coordinates of their last transmission, but whether or not they’re still there is a but of a gamble.”

“Any breakthroughs on the translation?” Pike asked, looking over his shoulder at the two of us.

“Not yet, but Paledore’s on it.”

“Couldn’t unearth that eight hundredth notebook?” Una asked dryly, and I shot her a look.

“Notebook?” Pike asked as we all approached the transporter pads.

“One of the runes looked familiar from a class at the Academy. Couldn’t find where I took the note down,” I explained before stepping onto the transporter pad beside Watson. I caught sight of the Captain glancing back at me, seemingly poised to say something before he turned to face forward again. My brow furrowed, curious, but I didn’t get the chance to ask him what it was before we were beaming down.

Catalpa’s surface was arid and bright. It took a few moments to adjust to the light that the three suns in the sky shone down on us. I looked around at my fellow crew members before I turned, searching for any other signs of life, or any other Starfleet crew members. “Alright,” Pike said, looking around, “Let’s split up— teams of two.” I had assumed Una and Spock would pair off, but Spock moved to go with Watson, his junior officer, and Una with the Captain. That left myself and Thira— but that was more than alright with me. We’d be looking for the crashed shuttle that the crew of the Hutton had taken down. There was a chance that there would be crew members within the surrounding area, and even if there weren’t, if Thira could patch the vessel, we could get it off of the ground and use it to scout for the landing party. Pike glanced around at the groupings of us, his eyes lingering on mine for a moment before he nodded firmly, glancing away and issuing a stern, “Be careful,” To the group.

“Sidhu here.” “Anything?” Una’s voice was nearly unrecognizable through the thick crackling of the static. “Nothing,” Thira answered. I glanced over as we waited for an answer, for further instruction, but none came— just the crackling hiss. I shook my head a little bit, raising my hand to swipe at my brow. “How long have we been down here?” Thira muttered, tucking her communicator away again. “Couple of hours at least.” “I need— I need to sit,” Thira huffed tiredly, lowering herself onto the ground and opening her jacket a little. She waved her hand at her face, trying to cool off. I looked around. Where we were looked no different from where we’d beamed down, but I knew for a fact that we hadn’t gone in circles. I huffed, walked around to stand in front of Thira, offering her some shade, and she sighed, smiling. “Thank you.” “No problem,” I smiled a little in turn before glancing around. I could feel a breeze, picking up a little. “...You feel that?” I asked, looking in the direction it was coming from. “Yes, finally,” Thira muttered. I frowned at the sight of what seemed to be a shadow moving in the distance. “Thira.” “Mm?” “What’s that?” She turned to look at it, frowning, and pushed herself to her feet, trying to get a better look. I lowered my hand to my communicator as I heard it trill. Before I could get out my greeting, Paledore’s voice crackled through: “Commander! — Ambushed crew — translated — runes of — Folmarian—!” My stomach twisted at what did come through, as the shape of the shadow became clearer and clearer still. It was a vessel, a large sand-skimmer outfitted with fore and aft guns. “Thira, move,” I pushed her arm behind me, “Run.” “Folmarian what?” She asked, taking a couple of steps back as I urged her. “Pirates.”

The bad news was, we could not outrun the sand-skimmer. A planet as barren as Catalpa was, there was nowhere to hide. In addition to the unforgiving landscape, we’d been walking for two hours; we were tired, we were thirsty. The good news was that we found the crew of the Hutton. Of course, they’d had their communicators taken away, as Thira and I had, as well as their phasers before having their hands bound, but, you know. You take what you can get, really. There were seven members of the Hutton crew on that sand-skimmer. I watched, dismayed, as one of the skimmer crew members smashed our communicators to pieces before flashing me a toothy grin. “Won’t need that where we’re going,” He rasped. His fellow crewmates had chuckled; I felt Thira tense beside me, and I’d simply lowered my eyes. There was no way for me to track where we were going. Whatever this ship-type, it had some cloaking device that kept it hidden from the Enterprise’s sensors. “What are we going to do?” Thira mumbled. “Don’t panic,” I reassured softly, “They’ll find us.”

“Shouldn’t we fight them off?” I frowned at one of the crew members of the Hutton that had scooched up beside me when our captors were occupied. I glanced around at the surrounding ship before asking, “With what?” “I cannot stand to just waiting,” They hissed. “I understand that, but anything we do will be risky. We have no weapons— no way to free our hands.” I hesitated before admitting, “During the Klingon war, I was taken hostage, briefly. It was terrifying, but I knew that my crew was coming. We’re here because your crew reached out as soon as they realized something was wrong, something bigger than your vessel could handle. They’re going to find us. We just have to wait.” The Hutton crew member went silent beside me, shifting moodily. “...When were you captured?” I nearly didn’t hear Thira’s question about the rush of wind around the sand-skimmer. I shook my head a little. “Let’s just say we stopped using a tether on Tag and Runs after that.”

Waking up to Christopher’s voice had been the sweetest sound in the world, once. This particular instance, however, was… More than a little imposing. “Attention: this is Captain Christopher Pike of the U.S.S. Enterprise.” I wasn’t sure when I’d drifted off, but now Thira was nudging her shoulders against mine, forcing me awake. “It has come to my attention that several Starfleet members, including two of my crew, are aboard your...Vessel.” I had to fight a grin off at the pause, looking around and trying to locate the source of his voice. It was too low in the atmosphere to be coming from the Bridge of the Enterprise— he had to be close. “If you halt now, return our crew members to us unharmed, we promise you that we will let you go. If, however, you choose to engage us in combat...I cannot speak for the condition you will leave in.” I had to huff out a soft laugh, unable to help it. The crew of the skimmer were rushing this way and that, doing their best to locate the source of the threats, to man their guns, to raise their shields. They didn’t do it quickly enough, however, because within seconds, members of the Hutton and the Enterprise alike were being beamed aboard. “Beam us out!” The member of the Hutton beside me snapped, even as Phaser fire began whizzing over our heads. “I’m sure they would if they could,” I gritted, trying to shrink myself down against the rail of the ship. “That’s not good enough!” They yelled, “If I’m ever aboard a starship again—” I was hardly listening— I was watching Una cover Spock’s six as he worked at an imposing-looking control panel. She caught my eye and I gave her a quick nod, letting her know that I was okay before the two of us averted our gazes again. Questions and answers could come later, when there was time. “Are you listening to m—?” The Hutton crew member yelled, but before they could complete their irate tirade, they were beamed out. “Shit!” I hissed, glancing up after them. “Clear, Captain!” I heard Una yell. Captain? But— “Copy, Number One. Five to beam up—” Why wasn’t he on the Bridge? He should’ve stayed on the Bridge— I saw Thira beamed out before I saw Christopher just in front of me— And then the ship dropped away. -- I didn’t think I’d ever be so happy to be sitting on the floor of the transporter bay with my hands bound. I glanced over to see Spock already working to untie Thira’s hands, and I glanced behind me as I felt Una’s nimble fingers working at my own restraints. “How’d you find us?” The words were thick in my mouth, my tongue heavy and dry. “Paledore got some help, worked out the runes. We did a fine-tuned scan of the planet, there’s a map carved into its crust, and a deeper magnetic mantle. It was interfering with our communications and initial scans.” I glanced up as Una helped me to my feet, and I caught sight of Christopher leaving the transporter bay. He glanced behind himself, but he didn’t turn, didn’t meet my eye— he just hesitated for a half-step before going on his way. “Med-bay, both of you,” Una tacked on before I could say a thing. -- The dehydration was an easy fix. The sleep deprivation, that was fine, I was used to that. Boyce had given myself and Thira the day, and while she was taking it to rest, I couldn’t get my head to settle. It was the worry I couldn’t get out of my mind— the half-looks that Christopher had been giving me, before I beamed off of the ship and when I’d been beamed back on. I needed to speak with him. He didn’t seem surprised to find me standing beside the Captain’s chair, expectant and quiet. He just glanced up, told Number One that she had the conn, and led the way to his ready room. The door slid shut behind us, and I folded my arms around myself, looking around. “You’re alright?” “Yes, Captain.” “Then what is it that you need to discuss, Commander?” I couldn’t help my sharp glance, the furrow in my brow. His tone was so austere; his eyes were guarded, and a little cold. “...The mission on Catalpa. Before we beamed down, you seemed like you were going to say something—” “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean—” “And when we beamed back aboard,” I spoke up a little bit, speaking over him— I wouldn’t let him hurry me out of the room, no matter this discomfort, “You also seemed to hesitate.” Pike shook his head a little bit, lips pressing into a thin line. “That sounds like a matter of your perception, Commander.” “...Don’t do this,” I pleaded softly, “We’re just getting back to… Something normal, and Catalpa’s a hiccup, but—” “A hiccup,” He scoffed, “A hiccup doesn’t almost get you killed.” “Captain—” “I had it.” “...Had what?” It took him a long moment, but— “The notebook that you were looking for, I… It was in my quarters. Several of your notebooks still are. I’ve been… I have been meaning to give them back to you.” I considered this for a moment before I managed, “Then how did Paledore—” “Once I realized that you couldn’t find it, that it was likely my error, I beamed back aboard and gave Ensign Paledore the materials he needed. But it was clearly too late.” I watched Christopher turn away from me, walking over to the window. “I see,” I finally said, “Well...The point is, we made it off of the planet—” “No, the point, Commander,” Christopher turned back to me, “Is that you were nearly killed because I can’t let go of you!” I was stunned into a surprised silence, my mouth falling open a little as Christopher lowered himself onto his couch and put his head in his hands. My heart had ticked up in my chest. Christopher and I had been toeing this line for so long, but for him to simply dive headfirst into this conversation— my mouth was as dry as it had been when I’d been beamed off of the planet. “I almost lost you again,” He said quietly, “And it would’ve been my fault.” I took slow, careful steps over to him before I hesitantly knelt down in front of him. I reached up, lightly gripping his wrists and tugging his hands away from his face. “...Technically it’s mine for not digitizing my notes, right?” I tried to tease, to bring a smile to his face, but Christopher’s lips barely twitched. “I should’ve given them back a long time ago,” He mumbled, defeated and tired as he said so. I settled back onto my heels, brow furrowing in confusion. “Why didn’t you?” Christopher’s face shifted, his eyes flashing, his hands leaving my grip as they cupped my face. “How?” He asked lowly, “How can you still not know what you do to me?” In that moment, I felt more joy and more fear than I had the moment I’d seen him aboard the sand-skimmer. “Christopher,” I mumbled weakly, shaking my head a little. He didn’t give me a moment to falter or to shy away. He just drew me in, pressing his lips firmly to mine. I leaned into him, bracing my hands on his thighs. We took our time, indulging in each other’s little shifts and pauses, the feeling of our lips slipping together, heady and sweet. I teased my tongue along the seam of his lips and thrilled in the soft groan that emanated from his throat. When Christopher leaned away, it was only long enough to draw me off of the floor and onto the couch. I settled into his side, his arm curling around my shoulders as mine wrapped around his middle. He rested his forehead against mine, eyes closed as he drew in a deep breath. I leaned in, pecking his lips gently, trying to soothe the hurt that was lingering over him. “I’m sorry,” He murmured plaintively against my lips. I nodded, smoothing my hand over his side. “It’s alright.” The words were hardly out of my mouth before he was kissing me again. -- Number One had the conn for...Quite a while. Tag list: @angels-pie ; @fantasticcopeaglepasta ; @mylittlelonelyappreciationtoo ; @how-am-i-serpose-to-know ; @onlyhereforthefandomandgiggles ; @inmyowncorner ; @tardis-23 ; @paintballkid711 ; @katrynec ; @hypnobananaangelfish ; @elen-aranel ; @blueeyesatnight ; @hotchswifey ; @carbonated-beverage ; @lunadegitana

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“The Man Of Your Dreams”

Y’all. Y’ALL.

I was gonna make this a series but then I was like “Aw nah I can wrap it up neatly in one go”.

And that “one go” took 3 and 1/2 hours and 10 pages!!!!!!!! (on GoogleDocs anyway...)

I went with my “keep dreaming about a man and then you go off to find him” idea.

The dating app one might be for a longer series, idk yet.

But this, this is my baby.

Like I said, I had this dream. Specifically the first and last scene. And ya’ll while I wrote the crescendo, I played Tyler Blackburn’s “Can’t Love Me.” Specifically starting at 2:11. I highly recommend playing it as you read from:

“Until out of nowhere--“Y/N???””

But that’s just me. I replayed that scene with the music about a thousand times in my head, I won’t lie to you.

I hope you love this as much as I do!!

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“Oh no it’s happening again.”

“What?! No not now,”

“Yeah I feel it, the pulling,”

“Dammit! No no no…” He grabbed you on both of your sides and pulled you into his chest as tightly as he could, but you knew it wouldn’t help; You were fading, and the last words you hear were:

“I will find you!!”

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Suddenly, you woke up in your bed in a cold sweat.

“Dammit...not again,” You shook your head. “No, no no no NO!!!!” You let yourself have a moment of breakdown, before immediately grabbing the pencil and giant pad of paper from under your bed. You had to get it down before it faded, again. The face, HIS face. You furiously filled in the lines on his face you had missed before, and you finally got the dimples on his mouth right. However, it was the eyes that drove you most insane.

Half filled in while the rest of his face was taking shape, his eyes were the one thing you could never quite get. Not that you hadn’t seen them enough, you had been having dreams about this man for over a month straight now. Every night, the same man. But it didn’t feel like dreaming, not in the slightest. It felt very much like being awake in this world, everything was so real.

He was so real.

And so, after a week of these “episodes”, you decided to yourself that this couldn’t be a coincidence, that it was NOT a mix of your subconscious making up scenarios in your head, it was real. This man existed somewhere, and you were going to find him.

However the question of “How” was still very annoyingly present. Sure you and this man had talked about everything, seriously EVERYTHING. Likes, dislikes, career, life stories--- well, at least you were pretty sure you had.

Some conversations in your dream world were completely crystal clear in your mind--

When he was six and all he wanted was a red bike, and come Christmas morning it wasn’t there. He had stormed around his mom’s apartment having a total temper tantrum until his abuelita asked him to check if she had left her keys out in the hall from last minute shopping. He opened the door to reveal a brand new, shiny red 10 speed bike propped against their doorway.

“We lived on the 10th floor, with no elevator. My mom and abuelita carried that thing up 10 flights of stairs just so I’d have a happy Christmas morning,” He had told you with tears in his eyes.

And then others, containing any real information about where to find him, were a blur. Specific details like his name, his job, even where he currently lived-- they sounded like garbled nonsense when you tried to recall them.

The Universe is a sadistic bastard.

But that conversation about the bike-- it was so specific and so detailed that there was no way your mind could have made it up. No way. But all you knew was that at some point in his childhood he lived with his mom and abuela in a 10th story apartment somewhere in New York City. That’s it.

And one more thing that you couldn’t shake-- his touch.

There had been a dream where he had asked to kiss you, to which you happily agreed. He had pulled you close into his arms, his hands ran through your hair as he pressed his lips against yours. And every dream since then, you two were always either holding hands or holding each other, or touching in any capacity-- as if you were both trying to memorize what it felt like.

Of course this still being “a dream”, a lot of the times your “dates” with this man were just playing out themselves, and you were blissfully unaware that they were even dreams. So you’d never think of asking “real” questions like where to meet or something. Only those few moments before you would wake would you realize “Oh that’s right, this isn’t real.” And by then it was too late.

But today was the day. You were sure of it. You had finally finished your drawing of your “dream man”, apart from the filled in eyes. Only an eyeline shaped hole rested in the middle of his perfect face.

“Okay, that is just horrifying” You heard your roommate’s voice behind you.

“What? It’s perfect, Shi!” You defended your drawing.

Sure you had hesitated telling your best friend of 10 years about your “situation”, but once you decided that you were going to find him, you knew you’d need her help. And so, after a very long conversation over a LOT of drinks, you had convinced her to help you. Well, reluctantly help you.

“Well it’ll be no problem trying to find a guy with NO EYES,” She giggled.

“Shut up, I just...I can’t get them right,”

“Can’t get them right? Girl have you or have you not told me that you have studied that man’s face EVERY night for the past 6 weeks?”

“Yeah but….they’re so...perfect,” You sighed-- the gaping eye hole was mocking you. It was like the Universe saying “Good luck finding him without THESE!!!!”

But you knew, you just knew in your heart of hearts that if you saw his eyes in real life, you’d know. You’d know instantly. You had this-- look, between you. The way he looked at you, the love and passion in his beautiful green eyes.

You couldn’t draw that on paper.

“Well just how do you expect us to make a “missed connection” flier with a demon looking guy like that?”

“Look Shiloh, it’s a start ok?”

“It’s not! You need those eyes, eyes are the most distinguishing trait on a person’s face!” She shook the paper at you.

“I know that!!!” you scoffed.

“Alright well...just, try again tonight yeah?” She put a hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah alright,”

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The next night you did all the nightly rituals you had read and researched up on how to “lucid dream”. Eating certain foods, meditating before bed, repeating mantras as you fell asleep-- sometimes they helped you take control of the dreams, sometimes not.

But this has never happened.

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You were suddenly “awake”, in a park. Wait, this wasn’t just some generic “Dream” park. You knew this park. You immediately started scanning the sights around you-- kids playing and running around, people talking on a fountain-- The fountain. You knew that fountain. Your eyes darted quicker around the scenic picture for a statute, and there it was.

This was Central Park. And not just Central Park, a very specific part of Central Park that you passed most days on your way to work. Could this just be the “coincidence” normal dream stuff seeping in? Just images of your day being played out in your REM cycle? I mean he wasn’t even--

“Dream girl,” His voice came from behind you.

You spun to face the fountain and saw him in an off white cream colored suit, with a pink tie. His hair was in a coif, and for the first time maybe ever, you noticed him carrying a briefcase.

“Hey you,” You smiled, pulling him into a long, deep kiss.

“So, Central Park today huh? You know you could’ve told me that beforehand I wouldn’t have paid an Uber to drive --- blocks.” You noticed the blurb in his number. Wait, wait this wasn’t happening.

“Wait, what?” You were suddenly “awake” .

“My office? It’s just about ---- blocks that way,” He pointed forward-- South.

His office was south from Central Park, only a few blocks away. Within walking distance.

“What else?” You grabbed him.

“What else? Baby are you ok…?” He backed up one step in concern.

“Dammit, snap out of it abogado!!!” You snapped at him, leaving you both in shock-- but for two different reasons.

He was suddenly “awake” in this world too, but you had just called him a name in spanish that you did not know the meaning of.

“Since when do you know spanish?” He asked.

“It’s spanish? QUICK tell me what it means!!!” You shook him.

“Abogado means--”

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And he was gone. It was gone. You had been pulled suddenly from your dream world, something that had never happened before. It wasn’t even morning yet, the sun was barely peeking out from the skyline. You had never gotten that close to getting details from him, NEVER.

Maybe the Universe was catching on.

You grabbed your phone from the charger beside you and furiously typed “Abogado” into google translate. And there it was, in black and white:

Lawyer.

This guy was a lawyer, who worked a few blocks south of Central Park. If he was real. You sighed to yourself as you put your phone down and went back to sleep.

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And you were in the park again.

“Hey, there you are! Where’d you go?” the “abogado” asked you with his dreamy smile. Wait, was he “asleep” again? And why did you pick up here? He knew you were gone? WAS THIS PLACE REAL?

“ABOGADO,” You shouted at him like a crazy person.

“...You don’t know spanish, why do you know-- Oh my god,” The man was suddenly cognizant of everything.

“Baby! Aw, baby girl I’ve missed you..” He pulled you into a kiss. You let him for a second, then pulled away quickly.

“Look, I don’t know what’s happening but this--” You gestured around the park. “This is near where I live. In reality,”

His eyes widened as he recognized where you were. “This is a few blocks from my office-- in reality,”

“Really? Really.” You were becoming frantic.

“I mean, if this is at all real, and you’re real--” He began looking around the park.

“I’M real, are YOU real?” You couldn’t believe he was questioning YOUR existence.

“I think the fact that we’re both questioning each other’s existence, might be either brain death or some kind of reality where we both do indeed exist,” He smirked.

“God you’re smart, why did I not know this before?”

“...I don’t know, we don’t really get into details usually, do we?”

“No but now-- oh my god, NOW,” You grabbed him again excitedly.

“Now what? Oh, I love that guy’s suit…” He peered over your shoulder.

“Rafael will you FOCUS?” You both stopped and stared at each other as soon as the name left your lips.

“...I-I’m sorry, what?” He was turning pale

“Rafael...w-why did I just call you Rafael?”

“....Rafael’s my name,” He stared at you in disbelief. He actually looked shocked that you knew his name.

“Y/N,” He finally spoke.

“Y/N is my name!!!!” You squealed. “This is happening, this is happening Rafael!!!!” You grabbed him in a hug but he still stood there in a daze.

“Oh god are you fading?”

“N-No, I just...you have a name,”

“...I..yeah?” You scrunch your nose. “Did...do...do you not think I’m real?”

“No!” He shook his head. “I mean I do think you’re real, I just...this...this hasn’t happened before,” He stroked your cheek with his thumb, staring at it while he did it. Like he was memorizing the feeling of his skin on yours.

“I know, this is the most detailed “episode” we’ve ever had,” You pressed his hand harder against your cheek, memorizing the feeling of his hands over yours.

“Tomorrow,” He stopped stroking your face and looked at you very seriously.

“What?”

“I-I feel it, I’m waking up-- damn early court time,” He grumbled. “But tomorrow-- er, today,” He grabbed both of your hands and squeezed them as hard as he could.

“If we are both real, we’ll meet here at this exact spot at 3:30 today, yeah?” You could see his body slowly disintegrating in front of you like Peter Parker at the end of Infinity War.

All you could do was nod as you felt yourself waking up, but you gave everything you had to grab him in one last kiss….

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BEEP BEEP BEEEP!!!!!!

Your alarm was yelling at you, but you were already wide awake. Today was the day. Today at 3:30, in Central Park, you were going to meet your dream man.

If he was real.

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The minutes passed by like hours, he would pick the day you have off so you could just sit there and stare at your phone obsessively all day. Of course after you had taken at least 2 hours to make sure you looked absolutely perfect for your man.

You wanted to look like his dream girl.

Finally, it was 3:20. Shiloh had come home early to walk with you to the park, there was no way she was missing this. You wanted enough time to make sure you’d be there exactly at 3:30, not a minute after. You held hands with Shi as you entered the park’s gates and just a few yards away was the fountain area you had been in last night.

“So...this is it,” Shiloh dropped your hands.

“I know....What time is it?” You shuddered with excitement.

“3:29-- you know maybe he’s not a stickler for time like you and needs to be obsessively early everywhere babe,”

“He’s a lawyer, they’re usually pretty punctual,” You raised an eyebrow. “Plus, if he’s as excited as I am he will be here on time,” You were bouncing on your heels like a little girl.

“Well, it’s 3:30 now…” You both began to look around the area. You had brought the drawing so Shiloh had an idea of who she was looking for, although she still deemed it impossible without his eyes.

“Y’know he said he had court today, maybe it’s further away from here,” You spoke out loud, still scanning every inch of the park. You didn’t know who you were trying to convince more, Shiloh or yourself.

Every second that passed by, your heart broke into teenier tinier pieces. You felt sick to your stomach, you were shaking-- you needed to sit.

Shiloh came and joined you on the side of the fountain and held you in her arms as the park suddenly began filling very quickly. There was some sort of event happening soon, and people were getting “good seats”.

“Wh-What? No, no you guys can’t be here!” You frantically began circling people. “How is he supposed to find me if you’re all surrounding this damn fountain? HOW?!”

“Y/N….Honey, chill…” Shiloh tried to pull you away, but you jumped onto the fountain to get away from her as the area continued to fill with people, even police began to survey the area-- they stared at you, whispering things into their walkies. They were going to ask you to get down. They were going to ask you to leave. They were going to make you lose your chance forever--- and you couldn’t have that.

“RAFAEL!!!!!!” You started screaming into the crowd. Several members of the crowd began turning and staring at you as you repeated the name over and over again, walking around on top of the fountain as you did.

“Are you nuts you’re going to get us arrested!!” Shiloh hissed, pulling on your arm.

“I don’t care--- RAFAEL!!!!!” You knocked her hand away and started screaming again.

“Ma’am, you’re going to need to come with us,” A Park Ranger started for your hand but you evaded it as you continued circling and screaming like an insane person.

“NO!!! I CAN’T!!!!! HE’LL BE HERE!!!! RAFAEL!!!!!!”

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“I mean, are you SURE it was this end of the park, Rafa?” Olivia Benson circled the same spot her and Rafael had been walking around for several minutes now.

“Yeah, I’m sure! There was a statue--”

“There are a LOT of statues in here, Rafa. Did you see anything else in this ‘dream’?”

“Look Liv, I appreciate you coming with me even though you don’t believe in this at all, but the snarkiness is not helping,” He folded his arms with a scowl.

“I’m sorry, I’ll--” Olivia was cut off mid-sentence by her walkie going off. “Benson.”

“Yeah hi, this is the CP patrol-- We heard you were around here, and I think we’ve got a-- what do you call it, special victim? This girl’s running around crazy yelling for some dude, I think she might be a few circuits short of a circuit board,”

“Where are you?”

“The South Entrance by Lootney Fountain,” As those words rang out through her walkie, Rafael’s eyes widened.

“The fountain…” He muttered, beginning to sprint across the park. “I forgot about the fountain!!!!!!”

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The CP Patrol had gotten you off the fountain and were trying to calm you down, but you wouldn’t stop yelling Rafael’s name. Until out of nowhere--

“Y/N???”

You’d know that voice anywhere. You jumped out of the cop’s reach and back onto the fountain where you could see over the crowd. Your eyes frantically searched when you saw a man running towards the fountain; from across the park, and then you saw his face.

It was Rafael.

The second you locked eyes, you both just stopped moving entirely. You were pretty sure you had stopped breathing. You could see everything in those big beautiful green eyes you had the hardest time putting down on paper. You saw the same thoughts running through his head as yours:

He was real. You were real.

“Y/N!!!!!!” He finally yelled, making the crowd turn to face him. He disappeared into the sea of people as you jumped down and began tearing through them like mad.

“RAFAEL!!!!” You screamed, knocking people over left and right. He was sprinting across the lawn, more desperate to get to you than anything in his entire life.

“Y/N!!!!!!” You heard his voice again, and this time it was so much closer. So crisp and clear, just like it was in your dreams-- But this was real. It was really happening. You gave one last push through a group of stragglers to come upon a man huffing and puffing in a cream colored suit, with a pink tie. But he seemed to lose all signs of fatigue as you hurled yourself into his arms-- his real, open arms. He spun you around and kissed you deeper and harder than he ever had in any of your encounters.

And it was real.

You felt it even more than the most detailed of dreams, his taste, the feel of his touch, his smell. You stood there locked in a kiss for several seconds, while Olivia waved off the coppers and Shiloh had broken through the crowd to see your very real dream man.

Finally, after convincing yourself to pull away from him, you looked into his eyes. His real, green eyes. You stroked his cheek while he kept the tightest grip around your waist, as if you were going to float away if he let up one second.

“You’re real,” You blinked back tears.

“So are you,” He held back his own tears, stroking yours away from your cheeks.

“I love you, Rafael,” You whispered, still scared to death you’d wake up at any moment.

“I love you, YN-- my dream girl,” He smiled back, pulling you into another long kiss.

That night you had normal dreams, which you didn’t mind in the slightest; because you slept in the arms of the man of your dreams.

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