#it’s so wild to meet them again ahh

[hy6erion]

Viktor requests? Fuck yeah, I wanna give that man the messiest thighjob ever.

Oh my god—messiest thighjob ever?? That’s literally the hottest idea I’ve heard all day. Viktor doesn’t even know the kind of divine treatment he’s about to receive… like sir, brace yourself. I’m blushing just thinking about it <3

You have taste, anon. Absolute top-tier, elite-level taste.

⇢ 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 (𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢), 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲! 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐣𝐨𝐛 (𝐝𝐮𝐡)

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭!

He’s on his knees between your thighs, panting like he’s been starved, hair mussed, flushed all the way down his neck. His shirt’s halfway unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, and there’s nothing refined about him now—not the careful inventor, not the quiet genius.

Just a man rutting into your thighs like it’s the only thing that matters.

You’ve got your legs pressed together, slicked with spit and precome, and his cock is sliding through them—hot, hard, soaked. Every thrust makes a wet, obscene sound, and every time the flushed head of his cock peeks out from between your thighs, it’s leaking, glistening, smearing even more mess across your skin.

“Fuck—fuck“ Viktor gasps, voice wrecked, eyes locked on the sight of his cock disappearing into the grip of your thighs again and again. “You’re—ahh, gods, you’re perfect—”

You smirk, leaning back on your elbows, spreading your knees just a bit to tease him. “You like fucking my thighs that much, baby?”

His eyes snap up to meet yours—wild, dark, pupils blown.

“Too much” he chokes out. “It’s—you’re so soft—tight, it’s—fuck—”

He thrusts harder, faster, hips slapping against the backs of your thighs. His hands are gripping them like a lifeline, fingers digging in, keeping you locked in place while he fucks the space between them like it’s your cunt. His cock is leaving trails of precome, slick and shiny, painting your skin. You squeeze your thighs tighter around him, and he whines.

“You’re so messy” you murmur, dragging a hand down his jaw, his chest, teasing the line of hair leading down his stomach. “You’re drooling all over my legs, Viktor.”

His hips stutter, cock twitching, eyes fluttering half-shut. “I can’t help it—I’m—fuck, look at me, I’m gonna—”

You lean forward, lips brushing his ear.

“Then come for me, pretty boy. Make a mess.”

That’s all it takes.

He lets out a broken moan—loud, desperate—as his cock pulses between your thighs. Hot spurts of cum spill out, thick and heavy, splashing onto your stomach, your thighs, oozing down as he keeps thrusting through it, riding his orgasm like he can’t stop. He’s breathing hard, hips jerking, cum smeared everywhere—on your skin, dripping from your inner thighs, staining your sheets.

When he finally slows, he’s trembling, hands still clutching you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

You reach down, run your fingers through the sticky mess he left all over your thighs, then bring them to his lips. He watches, dazed, before sucking them into his mouth with a soft, filthy groan.

“You’re insatiable“ you whisper.

He pulls off your fingers with a wet pop, eyes half-lidded. “Only for you.”

[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

WHERE THE NORTH WIND, MEETS THE SEA. ( HOTD x READER )

AUTHOR NOTE! missing Hotd and my sexy war criminals Targaryen's during this 2 year gap between seasons / filming <3 pairing: Lord Cregan Stark x Lady Crane! Reader prompt : Courting with Cregan. word count: 1, 000+ words

You and Cregan lived in two vastly different world’s. It was adamantly clear when the two of you had met, from the way you dressed in a gown of loose silk and him in thick furs and leathers, to the way you both greeted each other. You were not used to the cold, or the rugged nature of Northern Culture. Cregan was not used to the sweltering heat of the South, or the more petty nature of Southern Culture.

But, there was a draw to the foreign, to the opposite of what you were used to. He was so..different then, the men that you knew. He did not respite poetry, for he had no need for it. He was rough, calloused from the brutal North. Yet, he was soft in his own way. Like a wolf dropping a dead rabbit to show its loyalty.

It was hard to not be drawn into it, to be drawn to him, to those enchanting grey eyes that held so much emotion. You wished to know more, of him, of the Northern culture. You’d heard many things of their foreign culture, them being as wild as wildings, wearing the furs of men and animals. 

Unable to keep your gaze from him, you chew on your bottom lip, cowering slightly at his monstrous height. He was tall and broad, more monster than man. But, he was so gentle in the way he stared at you. It eased the nerves, to a point. Though, it was undeniable that he could be rather intimidating. Fiddling with the rings on your fingers, you walk slowly by his side, a soft breeze in the courtyard air. It was a rather murky day, looking like it may rain later in the day, so you would have to enjoy the little time you had before it did while you could. 

“You are rather tall, are you sure you are not a giant pretending to be Lord Stark?” You softly jest, trying to ease the tension inside of you.

“Or mayhaps you are just short.” He cracks a smile, making you chuckle.

“Am not! I am quite tall for most Ladies in the Reach, actually.” You flush a soft pink at his words.

“Oh, are you now?” He raises a brow with a smile, “Do they feed you Ladies in the Reach so little that you cannot grow properly?”

“No, we have plenty.”

“Then, why are you so short, hm?” He grins, making you flush a brighter pink. 

“Mayhaps to you, a man so tall.”  You argue, shaking your head.

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you nod your head softly to nothing in particular, your face feeling the heat of your blush. It was not often that you were so taken off guard. You had brother’s and heard the rather crude words in Courtyard blunder, the kind of things that would make any maiden blush. Those times you did not flinch, nor blush. Yet, Cregan Stark managed it.

It made you feel giddy all over again. Cregan Stark, handsome, dreamy, witty, and capable of making your heart flutter in ways you didn't know was possible. If it wouldn’t embarrass you so much, you’d have twirled your hair and kicked your feet in the air with a giggle by now.  He was just…perfect. How Ladies did not swarm to you, was surprising.

“Um, the North. I’e heard much about it, whispers of your odd ways of culture. Direwolves, and having a Wall so grand it terrified the Targaryen’s dragons. Um, are any of them true? Or just fables of a mad man?” You ramble, fearful of offending him. 

“Ahh, yes, those whispers..” He hums, a noticeable shift in his mood.

“I..I did not mean to⎯” You blubber, trying to apologize.

“Oh, no, I take no offense. Just think it's mad to believe such fables.” He shakes his head, “Some of what they say of the North, riding Direwolves instead of horses. Truly mad fables.”

“Oh..”

“Some are true, I will admit. Of the Wall and how what was beyond it terrified those dragon’s, of seeing Direwolves. Though, most are lies, slanders meant to mock my family and our way of life.” He explains, his eyes narrowing at the end.

"I am sorry. Um, I can understand how it feels, in a way. My family has also had such slanders said of them. My great Grandsire was a squire to King Jaehaerys, and was said to have fallen out of companionship with Princess Daella after he attempted to kiss her." You ramble, unable to stop the words from spilling out. 

You just wanted to keep talking to him⎯about him, his family, the North⎯or anything he wished really. He had a nice voice, listened and he was nice to speak to. And.. Snapping out of your thoughts as you realize you had let them wander too far, you look up from the ground, finding him staring you down already. Oh.. Chewing on your bottom lip, you regret speaking so much, feeling a fool. He probably thought you were some gossip wart, and that was the most unattractive.

“Am I talking too much?” You mumble meekly, cowering in place.

“No..” He grins softly, “I think you are not talking enough actually.” 

“Really?”

“Yes, tell me more about your family in the Reach.” He nods, making you flush more.

“Um, yes, well..” You nod, gathering your thoughts. “My Grandsire before King Jaehaerys passed, used to actually train with him, with the longsword. He used to gloat of besting him once. And, oh! Um..There is also my Uncle..”

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[on-a-lucky-tide]

Save me big beefy omega nik save me.............

He doesn't even have to be on blockers for everyone to assume he's an alpha - 🚁

Oh, that reminds me! I did begin writing the smut part of that other omega Nik thing. It's still rough as ya like but, eh. Snippet.

cw: omegaverse, heat, breeding kink.

Price yelped as Nik flipped him onto his back, latching onto the thick thighs that bracketed his hips as Nik mounted him. He was so fuckin’ hard, and Nik so wet and eager, that he only slid through Nik's folds twice before finding purchase. Price moaned as he sank back into the glorious heat of Nik's body, nails digging into the meat of his muscle. Nik looked bloody magnificent, with the sweat wetting his body hair against his skin, the unruly mop on his head curling wildly in the heat, dark eyes wide and hungry as they gazed down his full, heaving tits at his captured alpha. Price had never seen an omega like him, never wanted any other because no one else would compare.

Nik's head fell back as he rolled his hips, sliding Price over his sweet spot with a low moan of wanton bliss. He knew the angles that made him feel good, knew how to use an alpha for his pleasure, and Price was a willing tool for that purpose. He marvelled at the delicious vision of Nik's cunt rising and falling down the thick length of his shaft, gnawing at his lower lip, the visual and the physical pleasure melding together to make his entire body glow. He moaned, pushing his head back, lifting his arse a little to meet Nik's thrusts. “God, yer fuckin’ beautiful… gonna fuck you so full, Nik, yer gonna carry my pups. An’ they'll look… ahh, as beautiful as you. Just as fuckin’, mm, just as fuckin’ gorgeous.”

Even after two peaks, Nik was insatiable; wet, shaking with exhausted pleasure, but still desperately seeking. It wasn't just the pleasure he was after; his body feverish with heat, an ache at his core that could only be placated by an alpha’s knot. This was always the most desperate. The first of the heat after so long in denial. When they mated again later, Nik would be more relaxed, perhaps more willing to let Price take the lead, but now he was demanding, ravenous.

Slick pooled around the base of Price’s cock, dripping down his aching balls, high and tight from where he was so close to giving Nik what he wanted. Nik began to move faster, more urgently, his breathing ragged, growls and snarls becoming more frustrated as he chased and chased, the lurid, wet slap of skin as delicious as the desperate whimpers that occasionally broke through, almost distressed at how good it felt to be stretched so well. Price’s heels pushed into the mattress as Nik's slick cunt milked his cock greedily, his swelling knot sinking a little deeper each time Nik bounced against him.

“Fuck, Nik, fuck… fuck…” Price's toes curled, the pressure in his hips like a coiled spring. He didn't want it to end. Didn't want to give up the vision of Nik over him, wild, and dangerous, and feral with pleasure. He walked the tightrope, teetering on the brink, his legs, his arms, his chest throbbing with building pleasure fit to erupt out of his damn pores, Nik's name panting from spit-slick lips kissed and bitten red.

Nik fisted his hair and yanked his head back. Price was too gone to resist, exposing himself to the sharp teeth of his omega. If Nik ripped his throat out now, he would die a happy man. Instead, Nik licked a long strip from the hollow to the coarse line of his beard as he ground his hips down, barely lifting at all to keep Price buried deep inside him, his tip kissing against Nik's cervix. Nik shoved his face against the side of Price's head and growled, the bassy tremor of his voice burrowing right to Price’s primal core. “Give me my fucking pups, John.”

Price grabbed Nik's hips and pulled him down hard, his knot locking them together as his vision whited with the intensity of his orgasm. He could hear Nik’s ecstasy, a delirious “da, da, da” sobbed at the ceiling as he was filled with thick pulses of his chosen alpha’s seed, his powerful body trembling, completely slack with pleasure but for the tight grip of his cunt. Price could feel him squeezing, bearing down and relaxing instinctually through the heady euphoria of being bred.

When Nik curled down, Price lifted his knees, keeping Nik’s hips tilted at a comfortable angle to avoid tugging his knot prematurely. Nik sank gratefully against Price’s chest, licking lazily at the pheromone-soaked sweat on his neck as strong arms encircled his back. Nik was blissed out, floating on a cloud of afterglow, sated and content that he had chosen a worthy mate, and Price knew he would claim him before his heat was up.

[mydear-corinthian]

my rockstar boyfriend

synopsis: neil explaining the meaning of his favorite song in an interesting way

pairing: neil lewis x reader

warnings: SMUT +18, rough sex, fingering, squirting, creampie, breeding kink, p in v

notes: RUSHED and writers block.. based from my 2nd fav rock band and their song, divider by cafekitsune

main masterlist | cillian masterlist

The sound of Neil's guitar and his vocals made you shocked as you arrived at your house after coming back from a long day at work. The garden was filled with empty chairs, a big sound system and a small stage.

You laugh at the sight of the decorations, and you know how your boyfriend puts  effort into every surprise that he does to you. Neil's black tank top and his black sunglasses definitely made him hotter as he played the riff from the song Rein Raus by Rammstein. Neil sang with all of his heart, excelling the song's solo as he smashed his notes on his Les Paul guitar. As the song ended, you clapped loudly, cheering for him.

Neil removed his guitar, gently placing it on the guitar stand before dropping off the stage to run towards your direction. His hands found their way to your waist and lifted you up, hugging you tightly.

"You like the surprise?" Neil asked, giving you a kiss on your lips.

"Fucking hot," you answered, chuckling.

You returned the kiss, you gripped his hair as you began to savoured the kiss more.

You know that your boyfriend is talented, and he has a lot of skills, since he watch a lot of movies but him playing the guitar? It was fucking hot. Just him playing a riff makes you feel warm and wild.

"What song did you play?" you asked, breaking the kiss.

"Oh it's a song by this German rock band: Rammstein. Rein Raus. Great song."

"Rein Raus?" you tilted your head in confusion. "What does that mean?"

He laughed at your question. The song for him is definitely a banger, but what's more interesting is the song behind it. Neil began to guide you inside your house, opening the front door and then locking it before his lips met yours again.

You dropped your bag at the sudden action, but you kissed him back again. Both of your lips were too desperate for each other's taste as his tongue began to meet yours. He carried you suddenly and tossed you on the sofa.

"You really want to know?" he asked.

You nodded in response, getting wetter and wetter after the steamy making-out session.

Sex

"Maybe it'll be better if.. I demonstrate it, hm?" he teased.

Neil's kisses trailed down from your lips to your neck, sucking it and marking you as his. You moaned at the pleasure once he sucked that sweet spot of yours.

"Fuck— yes, Neil,"

His lips found its way to your thighs, kissing passionately until he reached near your clothed panties. "So wet now, hm?"

"Please, Neil.. I need you," you let out a small whimper when you felt his hot breath on your panties.

"Let me give you a show, honey."

Neil undressed your soaking wet white lace panties, tossing them somewhere on the floor. The cold air touching your wet cunt made you gasp.

"What a pretty sight," his index finger toying around your clit. "So wet for me."

While his finger toyed with your clit, the rest of two of his fingers entered your pussy, fingering you deep and quickly. The sound of your wet juices echoed all over the living room. Every single movement of his finger inside touches your sensitive spot, making you spread your legs wider and moan.

"Ah! Yes, yes, yes!"

"Cumming, princess? Yeah, go on, cum for me."

Feeling a wave of pleasure and a knot in your stomach, you moaned loudly. Your legs started to shake violently, your mouth hanged open, feeling your orgasm come sooner.

"I'm so close, Neil— I- ahh!"

Your orgasm finally came as you let out a last loud moan. Neil's fingers stopped pumping inside you as he saw how his fingers were now coated with your white juices. He gently took out his fingers then licking it clean, tasting you.

"Taste so fucking sweet."

"Now—" his hands started to unbuckle his belt. "Here is the meaning."

Neil removed his pants after he unbuckled his black punk-like belt. His boner was seen clearly on his Calvin Klein boxers. On the other hand, you unbuttoned your long white work shirt and then your bra, tossing it on the floor too. Neil, now removed his boxers, his hard cock sprung free.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay?" he genuinely showed concern as he asked you.

"Mhm, okay," you nodded. No matter what the situation is, Neil never fails to be gentle to you and make you feel comfortable, and you're happy with that. His gentleness makes you love him more.

His palms stroked his member a few times before he slowly entered you. The feeling of his fat cock made you gasp out loud.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he murmured. "I can do this forever."

"Oh my god! F-feels so good—" you moaned, your hand gripping the headboard of the sofa.

Slowly, he started to thrust. Your head rolled upwards as he hit that sensitive spot inside your fucked pussy. The long sofa chair creaked at each thrust Neil made. As his pace was going faster and faster, your moans became louder. Neil lifted your legs and placed them on top of his shoulders, allowing him to penetrate deeper into you, in and out.

Suddenly, Neil pulled out, making you confused. He grabbed your body and immediately placed you on top of his lap.

"Ride me." he said.

You nodded feverishly. Both of your hands gripped his shoulders as you aligned your needy cunt to his massive dick. You slowly pushed down, but Neil pushed your hips down harshly and with no warning, allowing you to let out a loud moan. You started to ride him slowly but sensual, making sure that his dick hit all the sensitive spots there and yes, he did. His hands gripped on your hips, supporting each thrust he made.

"Yes, baby, that's it—fuck! Good girl. Keep riding me like that."

The way he praises you and calls you nicknames made a tint of pink appear in your cheeks. His head rolled backwards, his eyes shutting closed while he savored the pleasure.

"Deeper, please.. Neil, deeper," you cried out.

"Mhm just like song, yeah? Good girl, you're learning. Fuck, you're so pretty when you ride me— Jesus lady!"

Neil slammed your hips harder and deeper into him. Both of your breaths quickened as he pounded while you rode him. You let out a series of pornography moans at the feeling of bliss which made you feel nothing but euphoria and makes bright stars.

"Gonna c-cum again, Neil.." you panted, continuing to ride him as you try to reach your peak.

"Me too, baby. Fuck— I'm gonna cum inside you, yeah? Take it, baby, take it."

After a few more thrusts, you finally came and squirted all over his dick with a mixture of your own cum. The cushion in your sofa was soaked, leaving wet marks all over it.

"Ah! Neil—" you moaned.

Neil plunged your hips deep, his orgasm reached, spurting his warm cum all over your walls. His cock throbbed as he felt you clench before pulling it out. A mixture of yours and his cum dripped into your fucked hole.

"That was amazing," Neil said, trying to catch his breath as his chest heaved up and down heavily.

Your body rested on his chest, tired from the heated sex. Your cushion was now stained with your juices and Neil's cum.

"You should probably introduce me to more sex songs," you said.

"I really should," he laughed before giving you a short but passionate kiss.

[kpopsexstories]

NCT Dream Dating Ban #8: All 7 members Pt. 2/3

NCT Dream can’t date girls. As their gay friend you help them out with their sexual needs. (Part 2 of 3)

This is a 100% gay smut story. Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut.

Pairing: NCT Dream x Male Reader

Content: The boys of NCT Dream engage in an insanely hot orgie.

Type of Sex: WILD

Word Count: 4.6k (12.1k incl. Part 1 and Part 3)

Previous parts in the NCT Dream 'Dating Ban' series: Jisung Pt. 1, Jisung Pt. 2, Haechan, Mark, Renjun Pt. 1, Renjun Pt. 2, Jeno Pt. 1, Jeno Pt. 2, Chenle, Jaemin Pt. 1, Jaemin Pt. 2, All Members Pt. 1.

Renjun glares lustfully at you, then shuts his eyes hard and opens his mouth wide when you stretch his hole open. You're naked on your back in your best friend Jisung's bed, and Renjun is sitting on his knees over your crotch.

When you glance to your left your eyes meet Jeno's. He's stretched long on his arms, towering over Jisung who's rubbing shoulders with you. Jeno smirks at you while he fucks your friend slowly but with passion missionary style, eagerly observing Renjun and yourself as your dick slides deeper into Renjun's ass.

Behind the twink riding your cock you can see the faces, shoulders and torsos of Mark and Haechan. They too have taken their clothes off. They stand naked by the foot of the bed, drooling and massaging their boners as they watch the live porn unfolding before their eyes.

Who would have thought that this is where you'd all end up? The whole scene is insane, but when you think about it it's not actually that surprising.

It's your last day with the boys and you have already had sex with each one of them individually. Of course they want to make the most of the few hours you have left together.

Renjun leans forward to kiss your lips. He bends his spine and rocks his ass back and forth in your arms, gliding on your thighs and stomach and engulfing the full length of your shaft. The slippery sensation is wonderful.

Jeno returns his focus to Jisung, who has his legs spread wide and knees in the air. His thigh keeps brushing against Renjun's beside him. Jeno groans of pleasure when he pulls himself back and forth on his elbows, shoving his dick repeatedly into Jisung's slender body.

Jisung is groaning too, but you're not sure if it's out of pleasure or pain. Over the past week he's come far, and you're quite impressed with how openly he's taken it all in. He's learned a lot, and he's no longer the inexperienced straight boy you came to visit. The fact that he's letting Jeno fuck him at all is proof of that.

Renjun, however, is definitely experienced. While Jisung gets comfortable with the size and feel of Jeno's dick filling him up, Renjun is working hard to pleasure yours. He lifts and lowers his ass repeatedly, rocking up and down while you hold him. The harder you fuck, the closer he leans in, and your chests soon rub together.

You suddenly feel a hand on your foot. It's Mark's. He wants in on the action. He puts a knee on the bed and slides up your calf.

“Ahh,” you moan, and turn to look at Jeno and Jisung again. The sensation of so many bodies all around you is thrilling and turns you on.

You watch as Jeno lifts a hand to feel Jisung's soft and narrow waist and stomach. He presses down with his palm on Jisung's chest, and lets his hand wander to your friend’s neck and shoulder.

You turn your head all the way to the side, to catch the expression on Jisung's face. He has his eyes closed, shallow puffs of air escaping from his open mouth.

Your body is stretched long on the bed. You lift your head to glance down over Renjun's shoulder. You push him down onto your chest to get a better view.

Mark is directly above and behind him. His hands are exploring your legs as well as Renjun's waist and spine. You wonder if this is the first time any of the boys have touched each other sexually.

Mark smiles wide when your eyes meet, and a piercing sensation shoots through your heart. Renjun buries his face in the pillow beside your head. A new pair of hands are suddenly touching your feet.

Behind Mark you see Haechan's adorable face and focused expression. He's looking straight down, at his own dick while he jerks it directly above your legs. He's caressing your lower parts and slaps his organ against Mark's rear. Mark seems oblivious to it but Haechan seems very into what he's doing.

Jeno turns to look at you again. He smiles at the sight of Renjun's body shaking in your arms. It turns him on, and he fucks Jisung a little faster.

“Jeno, can I?” Haechan suddenly asks and taps the man on the shoulder, breaking the verbal silence between all of you.

“Sure,” Jeno pants. He abruptly sits up, and swiftly pulls out of Jisung's ass. He stands up on the bed and takes a big leap over Jisung's tall but tiny body.

Haechan leaves your legs and feet alone, letting Mark and Renjun have you to themselves. He climbs higher onto the bed on his knees and puts a hand on Jisung's thigh.

“Can I?” he asks again and smiles softly at Jisung, hoping for a positive response.

“Yeah,” Jisung says, but he quickly closes his legs. He instead turns around to stand on all four. I've taught him well, you think and moan.

Your eyes meet when he comes around and faces you, and you give each other a nod of approval. The student has graduated. This – Jisung having sex with the others – is definitely new, and you certainly have taught him well.

Haechan springs to action. Having observed the sex for so long he's more than a little eager to be a part of it. He stands tall on his knees behind Jisung. You can see his upper body over Jisung's shoulder, before the latter leans in closer to give you a kiss on the lips and effectively blocks the view.

Your hands on Renjun's body relax when you begin to make out with your friend, and your thrusts quickly slow down. Jisung too seems to be calmed by the make-out session, or at least shifts his focus away from Haechan's approaching cock. That is, until his face suddenly freezes and he groans, when Haechan slowly penetrates him.

Jeno is standing by the headboard, tall and sexy behind you on the bed. He's leaning against the wall and has a relaxed posture, stroking his dick slowly while watching you all from above.

Renjun pulls his head away from you and sits up straight. His movement catches your attention, and you admire his slim figure while your hands glide down his front and sides and onto his thighs.

Mark closes in on him from behind. He wraps his arms around Renjun's chest and torso, and starts to kiss and lick his neck. Renjun tilts his head back, puts an arm around Mark's head and neck, and moans softly toward the ceiling. All while still riding you sensually.

It's incredibly erotic to watch. And for the first time ever you begin to wonder if the boys haven't don't all this before.

“Hey,” a voice suddenly calls.

Jeno looks up in the direction of the door. Haechan, who is rocking slowly back and forth while holding Jisung's narrow hips, stops thrusting and turns his head. Jisung stops kissing you and stares straight into your eyes, as you both wonder who the hell just came. You listen intently to figure out who it might be.

Only Mark and Renjun seem oblivious to the new arrival. They're making out far above you, fully focused on each other.

“Hey,” Jeno says and smiles wide.

You tear your eyes away from Jisung, to see the person who has entered. Chenle is looking exceptionally cheerful even for him, as he walks butt naked into the room with long and confident strides.

“Wanna join?” Jeno asks.

It's a question with an obvious answer.

Mark suddenly stop kissing Renjun's lips. He's slowly rocking his body, pressing his dick against Renjun's lower back.

“Where's Jaemin?” he asks.

Chenle comes all the way up to the bed. “Oh, he's coming,” he says merrily. “We just got out of the shower.”

We? you think to yourself. The image in your head confuses you, but you decide not to ask any questions.

For a moment Chenle looks a little lost, suddenly not quite sure where to go or what to do with himself. To his right, Haechan has returned to focus on Jisung, as he thrusts his groin against the man's cheeks and a clasping sound is produced. To his left, Renjun is bouncing gently on your cock while Mark is kissing and hugging him lovingly from behind.

Jisung comes back in to kiss you, and Jeno's gaze wanders back down to watch you make out, leaving Chenle to figure things out for himself.

He sits down on a chair by Jisung's desk, feeling somewhat left out and disappointed. Absentmindedly he begins to stroke his cute dick while observing the amazing sex at a distance.

His time will come. And he doesn't have to wait too long. Jaemin becomes his salvation.

The seventh and final member of NCT Dream walks in wearing only a towel around his waist. Like Chenle's, his hair is wet and he's taken his clothes off before he even got here. His skin is still moist from the shower they just had, and his boner is clearly visible through the tightly wrapped cloth.

“Am I last again?” he asks and laughs. He was the last one to have sex with you, and now he's the last one to arrive to the spontaneous orgie.

“Only because you probably took forever to fix your hair,” Jeno jokes. He's not entirely wrong.

Unlike Chenle, however, Jaemin is not afraid to assert himself and take his place among the guys. With the towel still around his waist he climbs onto the bed and puts one hand on Haechan's bare and mushy ass, and the other on Mark's warm shoulder.

Renjun has turned away from his lover. He has his hands on your chest and is rolling his hips and stomach wider and faster, passionately riding you like he was born for it. But he feels Jaemin's presence and how Mark is pulling away from him.

“Jaemin,” he says and turns his head. He wants to include his friend in the action. “Wanna fuck me?”

“Yes!” Jaemin exclaims. He's almost too excited about the idea. There's something in the eagerness and the tone of his voice that makes you take extra notice of it.

Why didn't Chenle get the same question? It makes you think once again that, maybe, at least some of the boys have done this before.

Renjun stops rolling, lifts his ass and your cock slowly falls out of him. It was perhaps just in time. You lay flustered and your dick is throbbing, having just been so close to the edge that another second – another bounce – could have been the final pump that made you burst.

Mark adapts to the change in interactions by taking several steps away from you both. He waddles backwards on his knees in the direction of Chenle on the chair.

Jisung has stopped kissing you, as Haechan has picked up the pace behind him. Instead he's grimacing and focusing, his mind clearly fixed on the shaft inside his pink hole and the loud and rapid clasping against his butt cheeks.

Jeno is leaning against the wall, his feet sunken deep into the mattress in front of Jisung's face. He keeps stroking his boner while looking around him, faster now that Haechan is really going at it. He enjoys the sea of naked bodies, hard dicks, wide open mouths and assholes, and lustful grins in the room.

An eight voice suddenly appears at the door. “Oh my god!” it says in a deep and manly tone. “This is so hot!”

Everyone abruptly stops what they're doing. Your heart flutters and a piercing worry shoots through your body. There should be no one left to join you.

Everyone simultaneously stop what they're doing and turn around. “What are you doing in my room?” Jisung asks. He can only see a figure in the corner of his eye but knows exactly who it is.

“The author accidentally put a photo of me in the previous part of this story so I thought I'd come say hi.” “I just came down to give Jeno this book,” Jaehyun says. He's holding up a copy of Sapiens – A Brief History of Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari.

“Oh,” Jeno exclaims happily. He abruptly jumps down from the bed causing everyone else to bounce high as he takes a heavy step on the mattress.

He comes around to the foot of the bed and gives his friend a hug. “Thanks,” he says and takes the book from Jaehyun's hand. He looks happy when he studies the cover, then quickly puts the book away on a shelf.

There are more important things to do right now than read.

Jaehyun looks stunned. Jeno is naked, erect and standing very close to him. But that's not what's thrown him off. Since when has Jeno been a hugger?

Anyway, the situation is far from what Jaehyun had expected to find when he came down to the Dream dorm.

“Wanna join?” Jeno asks and puts an arm around his friend.

“I can't, we're going to the airport,” Jaehyun says and looks sad, as he quickly adapts and processes what's going on around him. Jeno starts tugging on his t-shirt, pulling it up his fit stomach.

“Just a few minutes?” Haechan encourages, his dick still deep in Jisung's ass. Everyone is completely still and listening and watching for Jaehyun's response with anticipation.

Jeno kisses Jaehyun's lips. Jaehyun lets him, and raises his arms so his friend can pull the shirt over his head. “I- I really can't,” he says but allows Jeno to unbuckle his jeans. “Everyone is almost in the car already.”

Chenle abruptly stands up from his chair but doesn't take a step forward. Jaehyun's pants and underwear drop to the floor as Jeno quickly undresses him. All eyes are on them, and everyone is in a sudden amazement and disbelief when the two muscular men start touching and making out right in front of them.

“Fuck, that's hot,” Mark whispers.

“Yeeeah…” you say wide-eyed and horny.

“Oh my God,” Renjun and Jaemin, the latter sitting between you at the center of the bed, utter at the same time.

“Fuck me,” Chenle exclaims mostly just as an expression of arousal, but it causes Jaehyun to react and turn around.

The newcomer and temporary guest is as hard as everyone else, following the sight of the orgie and the hot and naked make-out session with Jeno. Chenle blinks and is unable to move when Jaehyun steps out of his underwear on the floor and approaches him.

Jeno takes a step back. Everyone has their eyes and mouths wide open when Jaehyun grabs Chenle's slender, naked body. He abruptly turns the poor and surprised boy around and pushes on his shoulder to get him to lean forward over the chair.

Chenle's dick swings and sways in the air from the sudden movement. He grabs the armrests and instinctively spreads his legs and pouts his ass out. Jaehyun moves closer and positions his erection between Chenle's cheeks. The latter moans and grimaces while the former is fully focused on the ass and shaft in his hands.

The head finds its path. Jaehyun pushes it forward. Chenle lets out a pained groan when he's penetrated. He's happy though. Finally someone is paying him some attention.

Jaehyun quickly starts fucking Chenle from behind. Slow at first, but then fast and lustfully. He has both hands on Chenle's hips while his boner goes in and out of the tight hole.

He goes faster, harder, louder. The chair slams repeatedly against the wall. Jaehyun grunts audibly, and Chenle whimpers lowly. The rest of you remain still and somewhat in shock by all of this.

Jaehyun really is in a rush though. He quickly reaches his peak, eager to come sooner rather than later. He starts to sweat, his thigh and arm muscles working tirelessly. The loud smacking of his hips against Chenle's sore cheeks is a massive turnon for everyone.

Jaehyun looks down at his shaft in the hole, then throws his head back at the ceiling. He pulls Chenle deep and repeatedly onto his cock. He ignores everyone else, while he erupts and ejaculates with a loud groan from the bottom of his throat.

“Uuuhhh, uuuhhh, Mmm!” he exclaims as he unloads. “Mmm, fuck yeah, mmmm!”

He slows down. He knows that everyone is watching him when his dick falls out of the ass and he backs away.

“Was this what you wanted?” he asks and slaps Chenle on the cheeks with a huge grin on his face.

“Y-yeah,” Chenle whispers, stunned and unable to speak.

“Well, I really do have to run,” Jaehyun says. He quickly goes to pick up his clothes, and while he's at it he playfully grabs Jeno's hard dick and gives the man one final kiss on the lips. “Enjoy the book.”

Jaehyun leaves the room naked, smirking and holding his clothes in his hands. He's quite pleased to have shocked and amazed you. The last thing you see of him is his bare ass and back as he turns a corner.

What the fuck? you think to yourself. That was crazy!

Chenle slowly turns around and looks at all of you. No one says a word as he collapses in the chair.

Haechan glances around and your eyes meet. “That was insane,” you whisper to him.

He smiles back at you. “We should visit them upstairs more often,” he says and chuckles.

Yeah, Haechan. Yeah, you really should.

Gradually, everyone returns to their previous partners. Renjun has climbed off you and comes to lie beside you. You touch and make out while rubbing your bodies together.

Jaemin finally takes off his towel. You feel him shuffle around by your feet.

Haechan starts thrusting into Jisung's ass again. The two become focused on themselves.

Jeno moves from his spot on the floor by the foot of the bed, and returns to his previous position on the bed. It bounces when he climbs back up to stand by the headboard.

Mark makes his way to stand beside Chenle in the chair, who looks flustered and stunned but totally satisfied.

And finally, Jaemin puts a hand on Haechan's shoulder, who turns around and smiles at his friend.

A minute after Jaehyun has left the room you hear the front door slam shut. He has now left the building and everything is back to normal. It's like his appearance never happened.

Jaemin's presence on the bed shakes things up though, and the touch on the shoulder is the start of something new. As you make out with Renjun you turn your head and meet Jaemin and Haechan's eyes.

Haechan nods at you as if asking a question. You smile back to confirm what you're both thinking. You roll on your back and Renjun kisses your arm and chest, as if to say goodbye when you pull away from him. When he looks up he gives Jaemin a lustful glare.

The four of you have suddenly reached a silent agreement.

Haechan stops thrusting into Jisung and slowly pulls out, eager to have his turn with you. Jaemin backs away, getting ready to give Renjun a go. Renjun lets you go and half way sits up beside you.

Things are happening, and it's time for new partners and positions.

Haechan crawls over your legs and takes Renjun's place. You roll sideways with your back and ass toward him, and he holds you close as you make yourselves comfortable. You both scoot closer to Jisung to prevent Renjun from falling off, while Jaemin gets out of bed and approaches Renjun's side.

It's unclear if Mark has been pushed away by Jaemin's arrival or if he's drawn to Chenle anyway, but he suddenly stands next to the latter with a firm grip around his own dick. Its presence so close makes Chenle blush. Mark smiles naughtily and asserts his will by playfully swinging the dick closer to the shocked but satisfied eyes and lips beside him.

Jeno's feet by your head suddenly disappear, as he sits down on his knees above you. His dick is waving near your face, as is Jisung's when you move closer to him still. Haechan behind you is getting ready to penetrate your ass one last time this week, and you grab Jeno and Jisung's cocks to pull them all the way in.

You kiss Jisung's head and lick the shaft. Then you take the full length of Jeno's dick in your mouth and suck. They let out audible moans as you play with and pleasure them, which sends a shiver of arousal through every man in the room.

Jisung pushes higher and he and Jeno start to make out. Their crotches and stomachs rub together and your head gets enclosed in a small space between them. You take turns licking and sucking them while stroking their sexy thighs.

You glance up several times. First at Jeno's defined abs and chest, then at Jisung flat and firm waist and belly button. The sight is incredibly hot.

Haechan's dick eventually stretches your hole. For a moment you pause as he slides in slowly from behind while holding your body tight. You stop pleasuring and sucking and let the two dicks rest on your face while you hold your breath and grimace.

Despite your efforts to share the space on the bed, Renjun is forced to put one leg on either side of yours and Haechan’s. He has moved to the foot of the bed and is sticking his round ass out, as he spreads his cheeks for Jaemin to enjoy.

Jaemin penetrates him from behind. He quickly starts rocking his body back and forth, his feet firmly planted on the ground. He holds Renjun's cheeks and narrow hips between his big hands.

Renjun looks at Haechan, leans down over you both, and the two begin to make out. You can hear and feel them sucking face behind you, while Haechan slowly and repeatedly thrusts his strong and pulsing boner into you.

Haechan's hand is firm on your hip. His cock is throbbing and rubbing inside you. His chest is pressed against your back while he fucks you slow and twists his neck to reach Renjun's mouth with his tongue.

You push yourself up on your arm and elbow, to get to Jisung's stomach with your lips. You briefly kiss it while caressing his firm ass and smooth back, until Jeno lowers himself over you so that his dick can go deeper into your throat. You take it, then gag, but only for a second as you pull your head back and your wet lips glide all the way up the hard shaft.

Meanwhile, Chenle and Mark have found each other. The hot and vivid memory of Jaehyun fucking Chenle good has pulled Mark in, and the enticing erection waving near his face has made Chenle curious.

“Ah, fuuck!” you suddenly hear Mark exclaim, when Chenle grabs the dick and takes it in his mouth – just the way you taught him when you gave him a blowjob two days ago.

He has a hand on Mark's hip. Mark is leaning in closer and closer over the chair, spreading his legs over Chenle who remains seated. You can’t see them clearly from this angle even when you twist your neck in an attempt to look, because Jaemin and Renjun are partially block your view. But the sounds give you a good picture of what is going on in the corner.

“Get closer,” you hear Mark order and it surprises you how stern he sounds.

It suddenly dawns on you that everyone is engaged in something. It’s like your initial sex with Jisung – whom you’ve already been sleeping with daily anyway – and Renjun – who is the only one who has come out to you as gay – has triggered something great and wonderful.

Gay or not, the week has opened the boys up to your world. The fact that they're now part of a full-blown orgie, and that they aren’t shy to pleasure each other even without your direct involvement, certainly proves something.

Jisung interrupts your thoughts when he moves away from you, pushed aside by Jeno who has claimed most of the space above your head. You gag a second time. Jisung gets out of bed and stands to watch, holding and slowly stroking his dick while his eyes wander around the scene.

He sees Mark's ass and the side of Chenle's head bobbing repeatedly against his crotch. Now that everyone has fallen into a rhythm, Jisung makes his way to them to join and observe.

If there is one person who wasn’t used to gay sex before this week but who would now be open to sucking dick, Jisung is surely the one. Chenle might have come far too, but when you see Jisung disappear in their direction curiosity gets the better of you.

This you’ve got to see. You suddenly roll on your back, and Haechan pulls out of your ass. The sensation when his dick is released from your tight grip feels so good.

Jisung bends down by Chenle's chair and Mark turns to give him space. Jisung takes Mark's dick in his mouth while Chenle stands up and puts his hands on Jisung’s head. You half way sit up just in time to see the three of them as they begin to play.

Jisung's head is soon the one bobbing quickly back and forth, altering between the two magnificent erections. You can’t help but feel a little proud. Not just of him, but of all of them.

Meanwhile something else grabs your attention. Jaemin is going hard and wild, thrusting into Renjun's ass with great force. Haechan has rolled on his back and is stroking Renjun's chest, as the latter violently jolts back and forth above him, making the entire bed shake and slam against the wall.

You shake with it. Jeno almost loses his footing. It's a wonderful ride and you're loving every second of it.

As Jisung's blows Chenle with passion, Mark soon takes a seat on the chair to let Jisung focus on just one dick. He makes himself comfortable, spreading his legs while watching the show and slowly pleasuring himself. So far, he's the only ones who haven’t either fucked or been fucked on this occasion.

“Hey Chenle, come here,” you say and smile. You’ve realized that ever since he entered the room, despite being the target of Jaehyun's brief appearance, he hasn’t been included in the thick of things. Considering how abruptly he came on to you just days ago, and that all you did back then was to give him a blowjob, you also figure that he needs a pocket pussy too – just as much as any of the others.

You'd be happy to give him one.

Chenle looks up when you call his name. His arms are stretched and his fingers still play in Jisung's hair. Jisung lets go of the dick and stands up straight. He and Mark look on as Chenle makes his way toward the bed, walking tall and confidently with a big smile on his face.

Maybe he's been turned on by all the hot sex. Maybe being fucked by Jaehyun, sucked by Jisung and sucking Mark has given him a boost. Or maybe he's so confident and proud because he knows what’s finally coming his way.

Regardless, he eagerly follows your voice. He's about to have his turn with you. The fact that he might finally top you is a thrill.

And everyone else are eager too. The party is far from over.

Tell me what you though of this week's part 😊 Leave a comment, drop me a message or send an anonymous ask/request if you prefer (even if it's not a request). I'm anxious to know your thoughts about this story 😁

-> Continue to Part 3.

[justwinginglife]

Hello!! I absolutely love all your works and always look forward to them! I was wondering if you could write a story where Soshiro is tasked with overseeing y/n, who has been placed under his care as a punishment for reckless behavior in another division.

At first, y/n appears composed and polite when they meet, though sometimes a bit detached. However, on the battlefield, she reveals a completely different side—crazy obsessive over research, (just like Hange from Attack on Titan or Merlin from The Seven Deadly Sins.) She gets excited at any chance to learn something new, eagerly diving into every opportunity.

Y/n also has a sadistic side, often prolonging fights and tormenting her targets to satisfy her curiosity and ambition, showing little empathy towards the Kaiju she encounters. (And maybe kinda found hot out on the battlefield 😗 she can be gun or blade user, either one is fine!)

AHH thank you so much for the support!

Red Alert

Hoshina was shocked that you were here. 

He’d been told that you were reckless, rambunctious, crazy incarnate, a hellspawn, all manner of devious and disastrous. He’d been told he’d have his hands full with you, that any semblance of sanity he had would be ripped to shreds. He’d been told to expect the worst and then double it. 

So imagine his surprise when you showed up at his doorstep, smiling sweetly, so sweet he could almost taste the sugar dripping from your lips, looking prim and proper, salute at the ready, as you patiently awaited his orders. He looked at the transfer orders again, then back at you, then back at the orders. You couldn’t possibly be the devil they were describing. 

“Vice Captain, sir, is everything alright?” You spoke in a mild mannered tone and he could hardly believe his ears. 

He scratched his head. Then he held up the paper in his hands. “This is you, right?”

You nodded. “Yes sir, I’m your new transfer, pleasure to meet you. I look forward to working with you, Vice Captain, sir.” Respect practically oozed from your every word.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, mumbling to himself, “Is the Second Division seriously just full of liars and gossips or what?” Then he ushered you inside the base and began taking you for a tour. 

He watched you curiously as he walked alongside you, but you never gave any indication that you were as wild as the rumors said. Eventually he began to relax. 

If he was honest with himself, he actually enjoyed your company. You laughed at his jokes, regarded him with high esteem (not everyone did), and seemed like a genuinely good person. You even made a big deal out of requesting a duel with him, stroking his ego by making him think it was a great honor to be trained by him. He was astounded to think anyone disliked you.

He’d been told that your transfer to the Third Division was your punishment for insubordination and disorderly conduct, but he thought that the way you conducted yourself was just fine. Was more than fine. He thought you were the perfect picture of an exemplary soldier and an exemplary person. 

And when he began overseeing your training, he was impressed even further by the grace and the skill you possessed. The ease with which you fought made him eager to stand beside you on the battlefield, so he assigned you to the front lines on your very first mission with the Third Division. His eagerness was his downfall. 

He was sure you’d make quick work of the Yoju before joining his takedown of the Honju, but you toyed with every single one, taking great pleasure in their torment. You were like a kid on Christmas, if that kid was maniacal and clinically insane. He found it impossible to ever erase the image of you smiling sinisterly, your eyes ablaze with a devilish gleam, cackling hysterically, as you slaughtered the Kaiju, and then kept slaughtering them even after they’d gone to their graves. The other soldiers around you shrunk back, wincing, as you massacred the Kaiju corpses, reveling in the desecration of their bloodied remains, even going so far as to giddily collect samples for further research. You found this gory landscape a playground and you were more than happy to play. You took such pleasure from demolishing these demons, from splattering their organs on the pavement, from grinding their matter into grime, that it was almost orgasmic. 

Hoshina was more than embarrassed to realize that the sight of you slaying each monster with such hunger and tenacity, with such joy and thrill, turned him on. He had been instructed to enforce punishment upon you, but he found himself wondering what your punishment on him would feel like. Would he find himself in whatever heaven you were enjoying right now? He shivered at the titillating thoughts that had begun to gnaw at his brain. 

When you finally turned your sights to the Honju and absolutely ravaged it, wreaking nothing less than total havoc and mayhem on its unsuspecting form, Hoshina had to actively stop himself from licking his lips. Was it wrong if he promoted you so soon?

He found you decently pleasant upon first meeting you, but now he was finding you increasingly more enticing with every passing minute. He wondered what it would be like to be ravaged by you and for a moment he envied the Honju. 

Of course, the Vice Captain in him knew that eventually you could grow to become a problem, but right now the Vice Captain was off duty. Right now, he was just Soshiro Hoshina, he was just a simple man. And as a man, he was defenseless against his urges. He was finding himself to be more and more like you, more unabashed and reckless, as he suddenly felt the overwhelming desire to take you right here, among these corpses, amidst the raging battle. Somehow he felt that you wouldn’t care if you were laid bare in the middle of the city, officers and citizens alike gaping, as they watched his lust devour you whole. 

But the obscenities quickly evaporated from his mind the moment he saw you were hurt. It was just a cut on the arm, nothing to be too concerned about; you hadn’t even noticed it yourself, as you were still riding out the high. But Hoshina snapped to attention. He raced to your side with bandages and alcohol to clean the wound. You were honestly shocked when he started attending to an injury you weren’t aware of, but his genuine kindness grounded you, brought you back to the present moment. And presently, you were touched. No one had ever cared about you enough to tend to you like this, no one had ever looked past your derangement long enough to care.

When you’d been reassigned, you’d been prepared to defend yourself, been prepared to go out kicking and screaming, clawing and biting. You were prepared for people to cross to the opposite end of the hallway or even just turn around and go the other way when they saw you coming. You were prepared for whispers and rumors, for malice and misintent. You were resigned to the fact that no one could meet your gaze. 

But Hoshina was looking right at you. He stayed right by your side through your whole frenzy, and he never faltered, and he never fumbled. He kept pace, and even had the audacity to be entertained by your crazy. Was he crazy? 

You wanted to ask him but you didn’t want to ruin the moment. 

He finally broke the silence. “You know, I could always ask the cleanup crew to save some organs for you. For research purposes.”

Your eyes lit up but you were still wary, still unwilling to let yourself dream.

“And I could maybe see about getting you a lab somewhere.” He continued.

The more he talked, the more you wanted to kiss him. 

“I just need you to focus on taking down the Kaiju as quickly as you can so we don’t risk any more lives and then I can get you anything and everything you want afterwards, understood?”

You nodded eagerly. 

He smiled.

Your heart melted.

“You can talk, you know. I won’t hold anything against you.”

You bit your lip. “I know, Vice Captain, sir. Thank you, sir. I appreciate the offer. I’ll… I’ll do my best. For you. Sir.”

He laughed and ran a hand through his hair. “You know you can just call me Hoshina. You don’t have to be so formal all the time.”

“Of course, Vice Captain, sir. I will try my best to not be so formal, sir.”

He laughed again. “Work in progress, huh? I’m okay with that.”

You blushed. You weren’t sure how to process whatever mangled mess of emotions you were feeling right now and you felt pathetic that blushing was what you were resigned to at the present moment. 

Whenever you met with Death, your blades clashing with his scythe, you met him with no fear. You welcomed Death. You fed him souls, sent demons to his door, swords in hand. You weren’t afraid to die on the battlefield, Death was an old friend. But whatever monstrosity you were now feeling, that, you were afraid of. That was a whole different beast. 

As you gazed into Hoshina’s eyes, you felt the red alert go off in your mind. 

Danger.

Proceed with caution.

But you fell in love with him anyway, the way you did everything else- with reckless abandon. 

[jacesvelaryons]

english love affair

social media au

kpop idol!reader x tom blyth

fc: jennie kim

i love making these and have some in my drafts so feel free to send requests/face claim requests/suggestions

(ps: i had to redo this bc the first time i posted not only did it not post, it didn’t save any of my changes so i had to do it again. 😭)

Requests are OPEN for both soc med aus and blurbs for Tom and his characters

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[heroesrest64]

Haunting Heroes

Other parts: 1

Chapter 2: Ghost Hunt

Chapter Summary: Meeting the rest of the residents in your house, and trying to figure out how to talk to each of them.

You can read the chapter here on ao3

Chapter under the cut :)

A list of temporary nickname for the boys (stg we’ll be back to the regularly scheduled LU nicknames soon)

WW Link/ Wind- Puddles

SS Link/ Sky- Dreamer

ALttP Link/ Legend- Whisper

BotW Link/ Wild- Spice

OoT Link/ Time- Time

LoZ Link/ Hyrule- Zeus

FS Link/ Four- Winter

TP Link/ Twilight- Jimmy

Your first stop is your bedroom, where a small puddle forms on your bed. You complain very loudly about the turn of events, berating the ghost who you decide to call ‘Puddles’ for making a mess on your bed. You get the distinct feeling that he sticks his tongue out at you childishly in response.

“Okay, whatever. I’ll clean it up later. It seems like you’re saying there’s another ghost in here?” You suggest, but obviously get no response. You think for a second, trying to figure out how to communicate with a ghost who can only cause water to form.

“Okay how about this. Put one droplet of water in my palm if yes, two if no.” You hold out your hand. A single drop of water lands on your palm, making you shiver, but you grin, happy to see your plan worked.

“Nice! Okay, this will work. The ghost here,” You pause, wondering how to ask a yes or no question about the ghosts powers, “do they make the room cold?” You ask. Two drops, that’s a no. “Okay, uh… do they cause wierd dreams?” One droplet. So whoever’s in here is the culprit for about half of your sleepless nights.

“Ah, nice to meet you, then. I’ll call you… Dreamer, I guess? Does that sound okay?” You call into the room. A single drop places itself on your palm, and you hazard a smile towards the bed.

“Cool. It’s nice to meet you, Dreamer.” You nod your head once before once again following the water prints out of your room. It’s kind of weird to think that a ghost just casually sleeps in your bed, but your life is turning out to be weirder than you ever thought possible, so you just aren’t going to think about it.

Your next stop is the spare room in the house that you decided to make into your office space. It’s at the end of the hallway in the house, and where you’re pretty sure Whisper’s voice comes from. Sure enough, when you go inside, there’s absolutely nothing to see. Because. Y’know. Whisper’s a ghost.

“Is this Whisper's room?” You ask. A drop of water wets your hand. “Cool. Hi, Whisper! Hope we’re not interrupting.” No response. Can he only talk at night? That might explain a lot.

“Well, I guess we’ll speak more later. Bye, Whisper.”

And so you move on. Next is the kitchen, where Puddles zooms over to the spice rack. “Oh yes, our resident chef. How are you, Spice?” You greet, and the ghost pushes forward your bowl of sugar. Despite previous attempts to get them to spell out words with the first letter of each spice, they refuse. Instead, you have to kind of just… feel out their intentions. You’re pretty sure the sugar means they’re ’feeling good’.

“Nice. Puddles is taking me to meet everyone. Apparently there are nine of you?” You quirk a brow curiously. The Thyme bottle is pushed forward, as well as your bottle of honey, for some reason.

“I don’t get it.” You admit, only to feel some water droplets on your head, catching your attention. A trail of water guides you to the clock on your stove, which is flashing the exact wrong time on its screen.

“The time?” You ask, before things start to click. Thyme, the clock not working- “The clock ghost! Ahh! They’re in here, too?” You ask, excited at the news. The clock flicks up two minutes, and you’re happy at the new method of communication.

“Perfect! I guess two minutes would mean yes, can you do three minutes for no?” You ask, and the clock changes by two minutes again. “Great. Now a nickname- Time, maybe? That’s what Spice called you.” Two more minutes. That’s a yes from your new friend. “Good. nice to meet you, Time.”

That just leaves the question of the honey jar. “Does the honey signify someone else?” You ask. The lights flicker in response. “Haha I guess that’s a yes. So you’re the one playing with my electronics. As for your nickname… Lightning? Oh man I suck at naming people.” You press a hand to your head. The lights turn off and on once as if to agree.

“Fine, fine. You shall be… Zeus. Like the god of lightning.” You decide. The lights flicker once, which you take as an agreement. “Good cause I couldn’t think of anything else.”

Puddles begins leading you out of the kitchen after that final interaction, taking you to the living room where a sudden chill fills the air. Knowing what you do now, you immediately assume the change in temperature is a new ghost. “Okay. Ghost number eight. This is the one that keeps making me think my air conditioning is broken.” You whisper, walking further into the living room. The cold spot moves closer, until your entire front can feel it.

“Hello, new ghost. I’m just going around properly meeting everybody today. Obviously I can’t keep calling you Ghost, so… man I’m really running out of good names over here. I kinda just wanna call you Frosty.” You wince, insulted for your new friend on their behalf. Even you wouldn’t want to be called Frosty, and you’re the one who came up with the name.

“Nevermind, forget I ever said that. I’m so sorry. Uhh!!! Winter. Yeah, that’s way better.” You decide. It even sounds like an actual name. A little. You decide not to think about it.

Something so intensely cold it feels like you’re being stabbed with ice presses into your arm, but only for a second. You gasp at the feeling, rubbing your arm to get the feeling back into it.

“That… was that a yes?” You ask, still rubbing at your arm. It feels way too raw now, and you try to brush it off, only to feel the same sensation once again.

“Ah. Okay, cool. Winter it is.” You mumble, shaking out your arm and looking towards where you last saw Puddles. He begins walking once more, guiding you back through the kitchen then into your backyard. The puddles stop right at the threshold, and you glance around, not seeing anything else.

“Oh. Can you not leave the house, Puddles?” You ask, leaning back into your house. Two droplets land on your hand, and you nod in understanding.

“Okay. I’ll find the last one by myself. Thanks for your help so far.” You nod your head, and turn to exit your house properly this time.

The ghost out here must be the one making the animals in your neighborhood look at you as you try to leave your house.

“Alright. Final ghost. How does one talk to an animal controlling ghost…” You mumble, walking through the unkempt backyard. You’re too intimidated by the crows and their piercing eyes to really wander outside.

Rightly so as a giant crow flutters down, landing just a couple feet in front of you and starts talking.

“Hello~”

You scream. You scream so loud the neighbors hazard to peek over their gate and find you cowering on the floor as a crow continues to greet you like an old friend.

“Oh, that’s just Jimmy. He’s domesticated, completely harmless.” The man explains. Convenient. You now have a partial explanation for this talking crow, but you don’t know why it’s greeting you in the first place.

“Please, Jimmy, mercy.” You weep. Surprisingly, the crow backs off, hopping away a couple steps while you sniffle and return to a respectable standing position.

“Ahem. Please ignore all of that. It’s nice to meet you, Jimmy.” You brush yourself off, dipping your head in greeting to the bird. It stares you down before opening its beak and letting out a strange clicking sound.

“I’m going to assume that’s you returning my greeting and not some sort of death threat. Say, have you seen a ghost around here?” You ask, crouching down to be more level with the bird. Jimmy’s feathers puff up, and he proudly announces “Me!” Before hopping off once again.

So the final ghost is possessing this bird. Good to know. Does that make the final ghost’s name Jimmy, or..?

“Cool. I’m going inside now to take a nice long nap.” You decide, turning on your heel and reentering your house. That’s quite enough socializing with the undead for one day.

[trippygalaxy]

Congrats on the 400 followers! 🎊🥳🥳🥳 you deserve it for being a cool friend 🥳

I saw your request thingie

Can I request a LU Time x Reader piece like in a semi romantic way?

Unbelievable

AHH!! HIII BUTTERS MY FRIEND!! Thank you very much! I think i got across the 'semi' in that semi romantic hdahfafa

Summary: After an unbelievable week, you find yourself on a balcony with some fine company

Character: Time x Gn! Reader Warnings: None Word Count: 800+

Whistling wind blows past your shoulders, the autumn air crisp as the evening drags on. You found yourself nursing a cup half drunken on a lonesome balcony --you were surprised to find that the Inn had a few of these cute hideaways for some of the rooms, and you were lucky enough to have one in yours-- observing the cobblestone streets below. Amber leaves dance across the stone, jumping and skipping with the wind as their dance partner, the faint glimpses of people tightly wrapped up in shawls and coats alike shivering as the wind wraps them in a blanket of their own.

It was...a calming evening. Something rare these days, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

The boys had been driving you up the wall. Truly, the last few weeks were unbelievable. Everything that could have gone wrong, did. And if it didn't then it was like those lunatics were determined to make sure it did-- hells, Time had to separate you from Wild after a...mild disagreement about the use of moblin parts on weapons. You knew they weren't malicious, you knew they were as stressed and as frantic as you to find a solution to their growing list of problems but it didn't make it any less frustrating. And you weren't exactly the best at hiding that growing frustration, which is why you haven't heard a peep from any of the boys since arriving at your -single- room.

Swirling the mug, eyeing the sloshing beverage inside, you wonder what to do with the rest of your evening. Hunkering down and becoming a hermit wasn't a bad thought, but you were growing restless on the tight balcony.

You honestly wondered, for a brief moment, if you should head out and try and find--

A heavy knock at your door startles you, a call of your name following soon after. "Are you in?"

--Time.

Well it seems he found you instead. Pushing off the wooden railings, you shuffle into your untouched room, gently settling the mug on the beside before continuing to the solid door before your.

"Yeah yeah," Opening the door as you answered, tired eyes meeting tender ones. "Hey old man, was just thinking bout you actually, need something?"

You cant help the smirk on your lips as the broad man tilts his head ever so slightly, eyes narrowing in on you, if you were bolder you would have compared him to Wolfie but for now you kept your mouth shut.

"It seemed fitting to check on you, I know these last few weeks have been less than kind to us all. And you especially." He began, a smile pulling at his lips. "May I exist with you?"

A snort escaped you, but you stepped aside without a fuss.

"Exist with me? Have you've been reading Sky's romance novels again?" You teasingly accused.

All you get is a lazy shrug from the man as he walks past, hands clasped behind his back as his eyes scanned the room. Cheeky bastard. Shaking your head as you close the door behind him, it didnt take long for the man to find his tiny waisted ass to the balcony and it took you even less to find your space next to him.

In truth, you've never seen the man read...anything. Sure, he was well spoken and prim when needed but you've known plenty of pompous pricks who were as shit at read as a blind rat. But still, the phrases the man used were something straight out of fiction. The idea of Time reading romance novels was quite an amusing thought though.

"Glad to see a smile back on that face," Time muses, eyes-- well eye-- watching the chattering children below. "An important member to the team, it is."

Leaning against the railing, you roll your eyes. "Yeah, sure." You scoff, blaming the cold winds for your tinted cheeks.

Time turns his captivating eye to you, ducking closer as he leans against the railing beside you, a deft hand fixing the collar of your shirt. "It is."

You expect him to continue, watching for the bob in his throat or parting of his lips to speak once more, to explain, yet he doesnt. No, he simple fixes your collar -fingers lingering on the peak of your collarbone for a moment- the rough fingertips a stark contrast to the gentle touch, and turns his gaze to the people below once more. Blinking up at the man, you held back a scoff, shaking your head at the sheer audacity the man had to be so...Him.

It was infuriating how two simple words had you lost of words- not by the words themselves but by the tone.

Here you were, somehow reassured by two words and the voice of a man as confident as the day he set off on his first adventure. It was as if he had answered the most simple of questions with the most sound of logic.

"You're unbelievable." A grumble.

Tilting his head to you, eyes still focused on the street below, mirth in his tone. "Shush, I'm watching a very determined goose try and steal a child's sandwich."

Unbelievable indeed.

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[morgan-va]

Chapter 31: (Don't Fear) The Reaper (Serial Designation V x Reader)

Masterlist

A/N:

This chapter has some music aspects that are optional, but are what I had in my head while writing, so feel free to play them while you read. I'm using my allotted corny ahh soundtrack coupon for this chapter.

Also, for the purpose of this story, V doesn't know that Tessa isn't Tessa. I've seen some people say she knew in the show, others say she didn't. I don't really care. She doesn't know. K thx bye

You roll across the cold floor, momentum carrying you straight to V’s feet.

She stares down at you, her yellow eyes wide with shock before narrowing into an irritated glare.

"Are you stupid?" she growls.

You chuckle, wincing as you push yourself up. "Maybe—but you did say you’d kill me if I left your side again."

She groans, dragging a hand down her face. "Unbelievable."

Before you can say anything else, she grabs you by the collar with one hand, flares her wings, and launches both of you down the hall.

The sheer force of the takeoff knocks the sentinels aside, some tumbling back as the two of you shoot past. The wind rushes against your frame, and for a moment, it almost feels like you might be okay.

Then, more sentinels pour in through the far entrance, blocking your escape.

You grit your teeth. "It’s not looking good."

V sighs, shifting her grip on you before setting you down. "Yeah.. my bad. Shouldn’t have dragged you into this."

You reach out, grabbing her hand before she can pull away. She blinks, eyes darting up to yours.

"If I’m gonna die again," you say, "I’m glad it’s with you. Don’t apologize for that."

Her fingers tighten around yours, a small, almost bashful smile pulling at her lips.

Then, an idea sparks in your mind.

"Hey, if we are gonna die, might as well do it in style."

V cocks her head. "The hell does that mean?"

You grin. "Mind if I play a little something?"

Her smile widens, razor-sharp teeth glinting in the dim light.

"Fuck yeah."

With a flicker of internal code, you activate your built-in JCJenson speaker system, with music courtesy of Uzi and a bit of piracy.

A small MP3 player interface pops into view on your HUD:

▶ Ballroom Blitz - Krokus

00:00 ◉——————————— 04:01

The opening riff kicks in just as you tighten your grip on your hammer, glancing at V. She meets your gaze with a wild grin, claws twitching in anticipation. “I can work with this. Just try to keep up.” she says, her voice nearly lost beneath the wailing guitars.

She surges forward before the first sentinel can even react, her claws tearing through its skull in a violent spray of glowing ichor. You follow in her wake, swinging your hammer into the nearest sentinel’s head before it can light up, cracking its visor and sending it reeling. Another lunges from the side, but V is already there, catching it mid-air and hurling it into the wall hard enough to leave a dent.

You focus on watching her back, slamming your hammer into the legs of any sentinels trying to flank her. Each time she advances, you move with her, sweeping up any stragglers before they can become a threat. When a pair of them leap from opposite sides, she lets out a frustrated growl. “Ugh, there’s too many of these freaks! Techie, time for a ride.”

Before you can ask what she means, she grabs you by the waist and lifts you clean off the ground. With a powerful flap of her wings, she spins in a tight circle, and you realize what she’s doing a second before impact. You let the momentum carry your hammer forward, the weight of it colliding with the first sentinel’s head in a deafening crunch. She continues the spin, and you barely have time to reposition before your next swing slams into another’s light, shattering it entirely before it can flash you.

V whoops, clearly enjoying herself. “Damn, I should fling you around more often!”

She finally sets you down, and you stumble slightly before steadying yourself. The sentinels seem to hesitate now, their processors struggling to adapt to your unpredictable assault. You use the momentary pause to catch your breath, standing side by side with V as she reloads.

“Not bad, Techie,” she admits, flashing you a quick grin before cocking her machine gun with a sharp metallic clack. “Now, let’s finish this.”

You nod, gripping your hammer tightly as the music surges, ready to face the next wave.

The battle rages on, the pulsing rhythm of the song fueling your movements. You swing your hammer with precision, striking the sentinels just hard enough to knock them off balance, leaving them wide open for V to finish the job. A well-placed hit to a sentinel’s knee sends it staggering back, just in time for her to tear through its core with a single swipe of her claws.

The two of you move together seamlessly—when one of them lunges at you, V is already pulling you back before its teeth can sink in, blasting its head off with her energy cannon before it even lands. You repay the favor by intercepting another mid-strike, slamming your hammer into its side and sending it sprawling.

“Not bad, Techie,” she shouts over the chaos, her tone carrying an edge of genuine approval.

You grin, despite yourself, ducking just as she fires another shot past you, the heat of the blast rushing over your head. The sentinel behind you crumples instantly. Even though you're not as strong or fast as her, the chemistry between you both makes the fight feel almost effortless.

Almost.

The number of sentinels is finally beginning to thin, but exhaustion is creeping in. V, for all her bravado, is beginning to slow just slightly, and your arms ache from swinging your hammer so much. But there’s no time to rest—the last few sentinels snarl, their movements growing more erratic as they become desperate.

A sharp, metallic crunch cuts through the chaos as a sentinel you thought was down for good suddenly clamps its jaws around your hammer. The force of its bite rips the weapon from your hands and sends you sprawling onto your back. Your systems scramble to process what just happened as you see the creature rise shakily to its feet, its broken frame barely holding together.

V reacts in an instant. With a snarl, she drives her foot straight through the sentinel’s skull, the metal giving way with a sickening crunch as its body spasms and then falls limp. She barely spares it another glance before reaching down to pull you back up.

But before you can grasp her hand, something shifts in the periphery of your vision. A blur of red.

“V—behind you!”

She turns, but not fast enough. The red-eyed sentinel lunges from the shadows, its jagged teeth sinking deep into her shoulder. Then, with terrifying force, V’s arm tears free from its socket, a spray of black oil splattering across the floor. V staggers, her remaining hand clawing at the air, but the sentinel isn’t finished. Its visor flashes bright, bathing her in crimson light.

She goes rigid.

“No—no, no, no!”

You watch in horror as she collapses, unmoving, trapped in a boot loop. Her visor flickers, locked in an endless loading sequence.

The red-eyed sentinel prowls closer, its growl reverberating through the ruined corridor. Around you, the remaining sentinels begin to converge, their glowing eyes reflecting off the pool of oil seeping from V’s motionless body.

You’re outnumbered. Unarmed. And you’re about to die.

But worse than that—so is she.

The thought of them tearing her apart, of leaving her like this, defenseless, broken, dead—it ignites something inside you. A fire you didn’t know you had. It floods your circuits, surging through your frame like a dam finally bursting. It doesn’t feel like any anger you’ve felt before. This is something deeper, something raw. Something powerful.

Your visor flickers violently, your systems stuttering under the sudden surge of energy.

> ERROR: SYSTEM STABILITY COMPROMISED  

> UNAUTHORIZED POWER SURGE DETECTED  

> OVERRIDE PROTOCOL ENGAGED...  

> AS-Backup Initiated  

> ERROR—UNDEFINED FUNCTION—ATTEMPTING RECOVERY...  

> SYSTEM RECALIBRATION IN PROGRESS…  

For a moment, code floods your vision. Then clarity.

The fear vanishes. The pain, the exhaustion, the doubt—all of it dissolves beneath the sheer, overwhelming force now coursing through your body.

The sentinel snaps its jagged maw at you, then flashes its light.

You blink.

Nothing.

No boot loop. No sluggish response. No system errors.

The sentinel’s head tilts, the glow of its optics flickering in what almost looks like confusion.

▶ People = Shit - Slipknot

00:00 ◉——————————— 03:35

Without hesitation, you launch yourself at the sentinel. Your fingers clamp around its throat, servos straining as you lift it off the ground and slam it into the wall with enough force to dent the metal plating behind it. It screeches, but you don’t let up, driving your fist into its torso again and again, feeling its frame buckle beneath the sheer force of your blows.

With a final push, you throw it to the floor.

But there’s no time to finish it off.

You spin, just in time to see three more sentinels closing in on V’s defenseless body.

Not happening.

With a snarl, you charge, fists clenched and ready.

You throw yourself into the fight, fists colliding with metal as you push the sentinels away from V. They snarl and snap, lunging at you with animalistic aggression. You trade blows with them, keeping them occupied, but they’re relentless.

One of them surges forward, its razor-sharp teeth sinking deep into your shoulder. Warnings flash across your HUD, but you ignore them, seizing the opportunity. Your hands clamp down on the creature’s neck, fingers digging into its plating as you tear its maw away from your body. Before it can recover, you slam it to the ground and crush its skull beneath your foot, the force of the impact splitting the concrete floor beneath it.

Two left.

They lunge at the same time, claws slicing through the air. You manage to land a few devastating punches on one, but the other ducks low and slashes at your leg. You hear a sickening snap as your hydraulic lines are severed entirely. 

> ERROR: HYDRAULICS SYSTEM COMPROMISED 

> MAJOR LEAK DETECTED 

But… you don’t feel it. There’s no pain. No reduced function. Nothing. Your leg still moves like normal, even though it shouldn’t.

You don’t waste time questioning it. You whip around and deliver a brutal roundhouse kick, sending one sentinel sprawling. Before it can recover, you pounce, fists crashing down onto its metal frame over and over again. It screeches and thrashes, struggling to get up, but you don’t stop. You won’t stop.

Your fists crash into the sentinel’s metal body again and again, the force behind each blow growing stronger. The rage inside you doesn’t subside—it builds, overwhelming, relentless. The sight of V, motionless and injured on the floor, fuels the fire burning through your circuits.

The sentinel beneath you shrieks in mechanical agony, oil spurting from its broken frame. Your fists finally sink through its plating, punching straight into its core. Its body convulses beneath you, twitching and sparking, but you keep going. You pulverize it, breaking it down into a mangled mess of metal and wiring, hammering away until there’s nothing left but a ruined husk drowning in a pool of its own fluids.

Silence.

You lift your head, shoulders heaving as you stare at the last beast remaining.

The last sentinel stands frozen, its eyes locked onto you. For a moment, it doesn’t move. Then, without hesitation, it turns and runs.

Your eyes snap to V’s severed arm lying nearby. Without a second thought, you snatch it, flipping it in your grip until the energy cannon is lined up with the retreating target. Your hands move with deadly precision, steady despite the chaos raging inside you.

You pull the trigger.

A single, powerful blast rips through the air. The fleeing sentinel doesn’t even make it a few steps before its head is vaporized, its body collapsing mid-stride. The hallway falls silent once more, the scent of scorched metal and oil hanging in the air.

Energy still surging through your body, you dash to V’s side, quickly grabbing her severed arm and pressing it back into the socket. You don’t know how well her self-repair system will handle it, but you can only hope it’s enough. Cradling her head in your lap, you wait, watching for any sign of movement.

Despite everything, a strange sense of calm washes over you. The battle is over. V is safe. Everything will be—

A drop of oil falls onto her face.

Your optics flicker down, realizing it came from you. You’re leaking.

Before you can react, her eyes suddenly blink open. She stares up at you for a moment, then groans, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Oh, great. You’re hovering over me. Either I’m waking up, or I died and got sent to hell.”

You barely have time to feel relieved before she props herself up, oil still smeared on her face. Some of it trails over her lips, and without thinking, she licks it clean.

“…Huh. Delicious.” Her head tilts as she processes the taste. Then, her gaze flicks to you.

Her optics widen slightly. “Wait. Was that your oil?”

She sits up fully now, inspecting you more closely, her expression shifting into something between confusion and concern. “What the hell happened to you?”

You open your mouth to answer—

Claws sink deep into your side. Before you can react, you’re torn backward, metal shrieking as you’re violently pulled from V’s grasp and hurled across the room. Your back slams against the wall with crushing force, the impact knocking the breath from you.

Your head jerks up.

The red-eyed sentinel.

Right.

The sentinel lunges as V snarls, springing up with claws bared, ready to tear it apart—

Before its jaws can close around you, your hands clamp down on its frame, stopping its momentum cold. Then, with brutal force, you swing the beast sideways, sending it smashing into the concrete wall. The impact is deafening. Cracks spiderweb out from the point of collision, and in the next instant, the entire section of wall collapses, the sentinel vanishing into the next room in a cloud of debris.

V just stares.

You glance at her and flash a grin.

The moment is short-lived.

The sentinel shrieks, hauling itself back through the crumbling hole, its glowing optics locking onto you with unfiltered rage. It lunges again, and this time, you meet it head-on.

The two of you clash. Fists slam into metal. Claws tear through plating. The room fills with the screech of grinding servos and the thunder of heavy blows.

Your fists dent the sentinel’s armor again and again, each strike sending tremors through its frame. It slashes at your chest, tearing deep gashes into your plating. Pain flashes through your systems, and for a moment, the strange energy that’s kept you going flickers. The world tilts as you collapse onto one knee. Red warnings flood your visor.

The sentinel rears back for another strike—only to screech as V’s claws slice through its side, cutting deep. It staggers, distracted by V’s opportune timing, and you seize your chance.

You lunge, gripping its torso. With a burst of momentum, you roll, twisting your entire body around the beast, pulling it down with you. Your back slams against the ground, but you don’t stop. Bracing your feet against its midsection, you kick.

The sentinel is launched backward, skidding across the floor and straight into the open elevator shaft. Its screams echo as it plummets into the void below.

For the first time since the fight began, you let yourself breathe.

The adrenaline—or whatever the hell that strange energy was—finally starts to wear off. You turn, locking eyes with V.

She’s just staring at you.

There’s no snark, no smug grin. Just pure, unfiltered confusion.

Her gaze flicks around the hallway, taking in the shredded, oil-drenched remains of the sentinels. She slowly looks back at you, optics wide, struggling to form words. "How the hell—" she starts, before abruptly cutting herself off.

You follow her sudden worried gaze down—

Oh.

Your body is wrecked.

Oil pours from your torn plating, dark rivers trailing down your frame. Chunks of armor are missing, exposing servos and flickering wires. And at the center of it all—

Your heart.

Your bio-mechanical core pulses weakly beneath shattered plating, barely visible through the torn mess of your chest.

You suddenly feel heavy.

The strength you’d been running on vanishes in an instant. Your legs buckle—

But before you can hit the floor, arms catch you.

V moves with lightning speed, darting forward and catching you before you collapse completely. She lowers you down, cradling your head in her lap, panic flashing across her face as she takes in the full extent of your injuries.

"Okay, nope," she mutters, voice sharp with urgency. "I don’t wanna hear a single complaint out of your damn mouth—" Her optics narrow. "I’m gonna spit on you, and you’re gonna like it."

You barely manage to register what she just said before she leans in, already prepping a glob of nanite-rich saliva.

But she never gets the chance.

A surge of crackling green energy erupts from your chest.

Sparks fly. Your entire body seizes up as raw power floods your circuits. Your vision glitches as more code flashes across it, flickering in and out as the energy jumps from wound to wound.

> AS-Repair Sequence: Complete

> ERROR: Administrator Not Found

> Admin Permissions Reset To Default

You and V watch, speechless, as the energy dissipates—leaving behind nothing. No dents. No scratches. No torn plating or leaking oil. Your body is completely repaired.

V stares.

You stare.

"...What the fuck," she finally breathes.

You swallow thickly, still trying to process what just happened, "Um... yeah, no idea honestly," you manage to say, voice barely above a whisper.

You look down at yourself again, at the pristine plating where injuries once were, at your own hands—hands that had just torn apart an entire pack of sentinels. You're just a normal Worker Drone—so how the hell—

Before you can even finish that thought, something slams into you.

You yelp as you're tackled backward, hitting the ground with a solid thud. But instead of pain, you're met with warmth.

V is clinging to you.

Her grip is tight, arms wrapped around you as she buries her face in the crook of your neck. You freeze for only a second before your arms come up, wrapping around her in return.

For a moment, there’s only silence. Then—

You feel her shaking.Your optics widen in shock, and then you hear it. Soft, broken sobs muffled against your plating. Your mind stutters to a halt. V—smug, battle-hungry, indestructible V—is sobbing in your arms.

You don’t waste time trying to make sense of it. You just hold her closer. She clings to you like she’s afraid you’ll vanish. Eventually, she lifts her head—just barely, just enough to speak.

Her voice is hoarse, barely a whisper. "I—" she swallows, "I didn’t want to let you die again... even if it meant—" she hesitates, "even if it meant sacrificing myself."

You gently pull back, just enough to look at her properly. She resists at first, reluctant to let go—but eventually, she meets your gaze.

Her optics glisten with unfallen tears, her pupils trembling. You raise a hand, hesitating only a moment before cupping her cheek. Her silicone skin is warm beneath your fingertips.

You take her in—her sharp features, her disheveled hair, the tiny flickers of light behind her optics. At this moment, she isn’t the ruthless, battle-hardened Disassembly Drone. She’s just V. The V you know, from so long ago.

And you…

You feel your own tears forming.

When you finally find your voice, it’s gentle. "Did you ever consider," you murmur, "that what you said earlier—how you can't handle losing me again—" You swallow, "how I might feel the same about you?"

V stiffens in your arms. She sucks in a shaky breath, her gaze darting away—before slowly, hesitantly, meeting yours again.

You tighten your hold on her, voice firm despite the raw emotion in your tone. "I'd rather die together with you than lose you again."

V breaks upon hearing your words. Whatever fragile composure she had left shatters. She wails, burying herself into your chest, gripping you like you’re the only thing keeping her together.

You don’t let go. You hold her. As tightly as she holds you. As desperately as she needs.

You don’t know how long you stay like that.

But you know one thing for certain.

You don’t want to be separated from her—not now. Not ever.

You hold each other for what feels like an eternity—and yet, at the same time, not nearly long enough.

At some point, V stops crying. Her sobs fade into quiet sniffles, then into nothing at all. She just stays there, nestled against your chest, completely still except for the slow rise and fall of her frame. It’s hard to tell how much time passes, but you don’t care. You don’t want to let go.

Eventually, she shifts, lifting her head just enough to glance up at you. Her expression is softer than you’ve seen in a long time, no teasing smirk, no sarcastic edge, just something real. Something vulnerable.

Then, with a quiet sigh, she rises, carefully pulling away from you. For a brief moment, the loss of her warmth feels almost unbearable, but then she extends her hand. You take it without hesitation, letting her pull you up.

She smiles at you—not her usual sharp, playful grin, but something different. Just like she used to, back at the mansion.

You glance over at V. “So… what now? Should we head down the elevator shaft?”

She frowns, thinking for a moment before shaking her head. “Not sure. The others have to come back up eventually. Might be better if we stay put and make sure things are clear up here. Plus… J is still on the surface. We could try to find her.”

She makes a good point. As much as you want to know what’s going on down below, making sure J is safe—and having a vantage point in case the others need backup—seems like the smarter move.

“Maybe we can find a security room,” you suggest, looking around in an attempt to get your bearings.

Right next to you, a sign catches your eye. SECURITY ROOM →

Your gaze follows the arrow, leading straight to the gaping hole in the wall—the same one you sent that last sentinel flying through.

Either you’re incredibly lucky, or the author of your life story has a strange sense of humor.

V takes the lead, casting a glance back at you with a teasing smirk. “Not gonna bank on your freaky super-strength coming back anytime soon, so I’ll do the fighting. No offense, noodle arms.”

You sigh but don’t argue, following her through the hole in the wall. The security room is massive, filled with rows of monitors—probably a live feed of the entire facility, if they still work. In the center of the room stands a JCJenson-branded Hologram Projection System. If you can get it running, it could be a huge help to the others, and you don’t even need to leave the room!

“See if you can find the breaker box,” you tell V as you move toward the projector.

And the moment the words leave your mouth, you realize your mistake.

Before you can stop her, V finds the breaker box, raises her fist, and slams it straight through the metal casing. Sparks erupt as electricity crackles down her arm. The overhead lights flicker wildly. You rush to her side, worried she just fried herself—

But she casually yanks her arm free from the shattered box, shaking off a few stray sparks. “Spicy!” she remarks with a grin.

You exhale, running a hand down your face. Well… at least the power’s back on.

You walk over to the main console, fingers dancing over the buttons as you try to get the system running. The chair creaks as you settle in, focusing on the holographic interface.

A moment later, V steps up behind you, placing her hands on your shoulders. Then, without warning, she leans down, resting her chin on top of your head.

Your fingers pause for half a second before you force yourself to keep working. Your face feels just a little too warm.

“So…” she drawls. “Any idea how you managed to… you know… pull off that little Terminator routine?”

Her tone is casual, but there’s something else underneath it—concern.

You hesitate, sorting through your thoughts. That program you saw before the fight… could that have something to do with it? What was it called again? Á̸̢̡͔̏-̷̛̜̘Ѕ̵̨̤̲͂̽.̷͉̟̤͗̊̿ё̷̜̳́͗͜͠х̴̩̓͊̀е̴͈͆?̶̳̽̀

No, that’s not right. You frown slightly, fingers pausing over the console as you try to recall. But the name is already slipping from your mind, dissolving like mist in the wind.

Your thoughts shift, drifting to Camp 98.7. Maybe it had something to do with that bunker you found. You remember downloading something— [̸͢R̴̷̡E͘D̶̕A͜͢C͘T҉͘E̷D̶] —right?

No, that can’t be right. You don’t remember downloading anything. If you had, you’d definitely recall it.

Maybe Cyn just stuck you in some experimental drone body. Who knows?

Either way, it saved both you and V. Hard to complain about that.

You shake your head. “No clue. But don’t worry about it.”

V doesn’t reply immediately. You can’t see her face, but you can feel the way her grip tightens slightly on your shoulders.

“…Yeah. Sure,” she mutters after a moment, but she doesn’t sound convinced.

Just as you're about to ask if she’s feeling okay, the wall of monitors in front of you flickers to life. Each screen hums with static before stabilizing into a live feed of various parts of the facility.

You blink in surprise. “Oh. Well, that was easy.”

V straightens slightly behind you, eyes scanning the screens. "Huh. Fancy."

You press a few buttons, adjusting the feeds to focus on the lowest level. Most of the cameras are trashed—shattered lenses, static-ridden displays, and a few completely blacked out—but a handful still function, giving you a scattered view of what’s happening down below.

“This’ll definitely help,” you say, scrolling through the feeds.

You turn to V. “So, what’s the play? We could stay here and monitor the cameras, get a read on what’s going on. If we get the hologram projector running, we might even be able to provide backup in the form of a distraction or two.”

V hums, considering it for a moment. Then, with a shrug, she grabs a chair, rolls it up next to yours, and plops down.

“Yeah, alright.”

And then, without hesitation, she swings her legs up and rests them in your lap like she owns the place.

You glance down at her legs, then back up at her. “...Seriously?”

She smirks, folding her arms behind her head. “What? I’m getting comfortable.”

You sigh, shaking your head in faux annoyance. “You’re impossible.”

V just grins, making no effort to move. You don’t press the issue. Not like you mind. If anything, you wish she’d sit a little closer, but you’re not about to say that out loud.

“Alright,” you say, shifting your focus. “Keep an eye on the cameras. I’ll see if I can get the hologram projector working.”

V gives you a lazy thumbs-up, leaning back in her chair as she watches the monitors. Meanwhile, you start typing away at the console, sifting through layers of archaic JCJenson software.

You swear under your breath. Objective-C. Of course they programmed everything in Objective-C.

If you didn’t have your human memories back, this might as well be written in ancient hieroglyphs. Even with your knowledge, it’s a mess—spaghetti code stacked on top of decade-old security patches, tangled dependencies, and absolutely no documentation.

Seriously, who the hell thought this was a good idea?

Your fingers hammer at the keys, frustration mounting with every line of horrifically inefficient code. You barely notice V shifting beside you until she moves her legs and scoots her chair closer, resting her head on your shoulder.

You pause mid-keystroke, caught off guard. But then you exhale, leaning into her warmth, resting your head atop hers.

The moment stretches, peaceful, but the question that's been lingering in your mind refuses to stay buried any longer. You shift slightly, steadying yourself before speaking.

“…V,” you murmur. “Why did you do it?”

She stiffens against you. Her head lifts slightly, but after a brief hesitation, she sets it back down. One of her hands drifts to your leg, fingers gripping it lightly.

You don’t elaborate. You don’t need to. She knows exactly what you’re asking.

Her exhale is slow, measured. “…Some of it’s a blur,” she admits, voice barely above a whisper. “Some of it’s just… missing. But what I do remember…”

Her grip tightens.

“Cyn was experimenting on us. Down in the basement. Messing with our code, tweaking us into—” She swallows. “Into this.”

You feel her tremble, just a little.

“It hurt. Every part of it was painful, but it was more than that. I didn’t have control. I could feel what I was doing, I could see it, but I couldn’t stop it. It was like I was watching myself through a screen, like I was in the cockpit of my own body and someone else had the controls.”

Your throat feels tight.

“That night at the gala… I knew what I was doing. But it still wasn’t me. I don’t know how to explain it better than that.” Her voice cracks. “I’m sorry. More than words can ever say. And I know I’ll never be able to make up for it.”

Her fingers curl into a fist against your leg.

“I’ve been trying to live with it. To make sense of it. But the only thing—the only thing—that kept me from losing my mind completely was the hope that… I’d see you again.”

Your breath catches.

You shift over to look her in the eyes, and she meets your gaze, raw and vulnerable. “…What do you mean?” you ask.

She hesitates, searching for the right words. “…Cyn promised me. She promised I’d see you again. That’s why it was so easy to listen to her. Even when everything else felt… hopeless, even when I knew she’d destroy everything no matter what I did, that promise kept me hanging on.”

You don’t know what to say.

V lets out a small, humorless chuckle. “I didn’t know how it was going to happen. I spent all this time wondering. But then… I met you in the bunker.”

She reaches up, touching your face so gently you barely feel it.

“I wasn’t sure until we talked at the prom. But after that? I knew. I knew I couldn’t let you out of my sight again.”

V’s expression shifts, her fingers twitching slightly against your leg. Her voice wavers as she continues.

“I’ve been grappling with something else since then…” She hesitates, struggling to get the words out. “This whole time… you’ve been a drone.”

You blink, unsure of where she’s going with this.

“I spent years—” her voice cracks, and she clenches her jaw, “—slaughtering Worker Drones. Indiscriminately. Not thinking. Not caring.”

She swallows hard, her breath hitching.

“What if—” Her fingers dig into your clothing, shaking. “What if one of them ended up being—”

She doesn’t finish the sentence. She can’t. The thought is too much.

Her head bows, and her shoulders tremble as digital tears begin forming on her visor, flickering as they trail down her face.

You don’t hesitate. You wrap your arms around her, holding her as tightly as you can.

“Hey. Hey.” Your voice is firm but gentle. “You don’t need to worry about that.”

She grips the back of your coat, her whole body shaking against yours.

“I’m here, V. I’m right here.” You press your forehead against hers, voice soft but unwavering. “And I’m not leaving your side. No matter what happens.”

Her breath stutters, but after a moment, she clings to you just as tightly, burying herself in your embrace.

You hold V close, running a hand along her back as she calms down, her tense frame gradually relaxing against you. Her breathing evens out, and for a moment, you just sit there, letting the silence speak for itself.

Then, as you turn over her words in your mind, something clicks.

You hesitate, then voice the concern nagging at you.

“V… you said you hoped you’d see me again someday. And when we met in the bunker, you recognized me.” You swallow. “Does that mean you… remembered everything? This entire time?”

She slowly pulls back from the hug, her shocked expression telling you everything before she even speaks.

“Oh—shit—” she breathes. “I— I never told you that, did I?” Her hands lift slightly, then clench into fists as she bows her head. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to deceive you— I just— I—”

“V.”

She stops rambling when you cup her cheek, gently tilting her face back up to meet your gaze. Her expression is wracked with guilt, but you don’t let her look away.

“I don’t care about that,” you say softly. “That’s not what I’m worried about.”

Her visor flickers, confused.

You hesitate, then continue, voice even quieter now. “N didn’t remember everything. That means he had no idea what he lost. But you… you’ve spent all this time with those memories. With that trauma, that guilt.”

Her lip quivers slightly, and you lean in, resting your forehead against hers again.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that,” you whisper. “That you had to deal with all of it by yourself… unable to even confide in N.”

V makes a shaky noise, then buries her face into your shoulder. “…It was unbearable,” she admits, voice thick. “Like I said… you were the only thing that kept me going.”

You squeeze her tighter, holding her close until finally she seems to be rejuvenated. A content smile forming on her face.

After a moment, you ask, “Did J remember anything?”

V pulls back slightly, frowning. “No… at least, I don’t think so.” She sighs. “But now Tessa’s suddenly back, and J seems to remember her, so… I don’t know what to think anymore.”

Right… Tessa.

You lean back slightly, your mind turning over the mystery. How did she survive?

You glance at V. “Do you have any idea how she made it out?”

She shakes her head. “No. I never saw what ended up happening to her.” Her gaze darkens, and she looks away. “I… assumed Cyn killed her.”

The weight of those words settles between you for a moment.

Then V exhales, rubbing her arm. “But… seeing as you also survived—albeit in drone form—I guess there’s a multitude of ways Tessa could’ve made it out.”

You hum, thinking. If there’s anyone who could slip past certain death, it would be someone like Tessa—resourceful, clever, and intelligent beyond her years.

Still… the how gnaws at you.

You frown, drumming your fingers against the console. You haven’t interacted with Tessa much since her return, but something about her just seems… off.

It’s her, no doubt about it. And yet, you can’t quite place what’s different.

Your thoughts drift back to the moment you met. She called you by name. But… how?

Did she hear it from one of the others? No, that doesn’t make sense. They all met her at the same time as you, and you don’t think J ever heard it, either.. The only person who could’ve told her was Doll, maybe she let it slip.

You sigh, leaning back in your chair. Hopefully, you get the chance to ask her.

You blink as V’s finger pokes your cheek, snapping you out of your thoughts. She gives you a pointed look before nodding toward the console.

“As much as I love reliving past trauma,” she says, voice dripping with sarcasm, “maybe we should focus on fixing the projector.”

Right. More code.

You sigh, rolling your shoulders before turning back to the screen. How fun.

[allwormdiet]

Tangle 6.4

It's only getting crazier from here, huh

What the fuck Bakuda

Also, uhh, not to harp on this too much but what the fuck were Wards doing dealing with Bakuda's little masterpiece? Like I'm glad they did it, but Brockton Bay really has a problem putting its trainees in the line of fire it feels like

Didn't even wait an hour, holy shit

Also, gonna make a wild guess that Medhall is the company that Kaiser is in charge of, call me crazy. Maybe a little unsporting for Coil to leverage that against the Empire, but it's the Empire so I don't care for now. I'll give a shit if it ends up a problem for people who aren't fucking Nazis.

What do you rob an airport for, anyway? Not to say there's nothing to steal, but that feels random, especially with security and shit.

Or, hang on, is airport security in this world different from ours? Did they not have a War On Terror that jacked all that up? The diverging point was back in the 80s...

This is fucking crazy ballsy, the boss is absolutely nuts for this one

Like oh yeah, walk into a building filled with a shitload of hostile heroes and rub their noses in their own humiliation, with a shitload of PRT and cops and whoever else, this is in no way me letting you all wipe the fuck out

No you know what, I'm with Brian, this is absurd enough to make for good comedy

I'm shocked Lisa was even a little confident about pitching this one to the team

(Also nasty burn about miscounting the Wards on the bank job, ouch)

Yeah, see, everybody's making sense here

What's Lisa's stake in this? Like I know she's about to drop a big fucking number but this feels like she's got more riding on this

Credit where it's due: that's a lot of fucking money

Ahh. And there's the other part of the hook for Taylor.

Also gdi Alec you're fucking hilarious

Taylor. Taylor please. You cannot humiliate these people in a public arena and then come to them for a job. There aren't takesie-backsies on this.

Oh, Taylor. You poor girl. I think you're gonna end up hating yourself no matter what. The Undersiders are a rising star in the Brockton Bay underworld but turning them in isn't gonna save the world. Fucking, none of these people are strong enough or nuts enough to disrupt the "greater good" any more than it's already been

Oh boy here we fucking go again

Current Thoughts

Ohhhhhhh this next part is gonna be tense as fuck. This is beyond "out of the frying pan and into the fire," this is out of the frying pan and into a fucking volcano

250k and a meeting with the mysterious boss is a lot but fuck me it's a steep risk.

Let's not dawdle.

[tobiasdrake]

Digimon Adventure 01x32 - Tokyo Tower is Hot! DeathMeramon / Gatomon Comes Calling

Previously on Digimon Adventure: FUCKING. CATS. Why are you like this?

The Eighth Digivice is still out in the wild, last seen in possession of a crow. But now that it's been spotted, Vamdemon has left Hikarigaoka and is zeroing in on Odaiba Shibaura. The home of the Eighth Child has been found!?

Ooh, I've been waiting for this. Vamdemon's first night in Tokyo, getting his Dracula on. I vaguely remember this scene and have been looking forward to revisiting it.

We open on a slow build-up of a young woman walking alone at night. Vamdemon's carriage pulls up and he steps out to meet her. The woman, in a dreamlike state, leans up to kiss him.

Vamdemon sinks his fangs into her neck instead, drinking her blood. When he's finished, she falls limp to the ground. Vamdemon gets back in his carriage and departs, leaving his victim lying in the road with two visible fang marks in her neck.

This entire scene plays out with no dialogue and only a quiet, haunting melody for background music. The dub, as usual, adds dialogue. Myotismon greets us with a monologue.

Myotismon: Ahh, darkness. The perfect cloak for my evil. Ideal conditions for producing fear. Human blood always tastes better with a dash of fear in it. Woman: (stops walking and gasps) What is that? A carriage?

Once Myotismon arrives, they stop talking in words though there's still vocalized utterances, including a lot of ominous mouth-breathing from Myotismon. They do learn in hard on the "Woman and Myotismon are about to kiss PSYCHE HE'S A VAMPIRE" bit, playing this cute little romantic ditty over their initial embrace before the fangs come out.

Then they have the woman making muffled screams while he's drinking her blood. Oddly, they censor out the shot of the woman crumpling to the ground when he's finished, but they leave in the closeup of her lying on the road with fang marks in her neck.

They do, however, add in some audible groaning from the woman so you know she's okay. Don't worry, American kiddos; Myotismon did not kill a woman. She's gonna be fine.

We're going to hear about this again later on. Place your bets now if you think they censored out a corpse.

From here, we join PicoDevimon, waiting on a boat for Vamdemon's arrival and wondering aloud what could be keeping him.

I have some guesses.

PicoDevimon: He's late. What could be keeping him? Eh? (Vamdemon's carriage rolls up) PicoDevimon: Vamdemon-sama! Hurry!

The carriage door opens, and another woman flops out the door so abruptly that it's practically comical.

PicoDevimon does not enter the carriage but instead flies up to the window to speak with Vamdemon.

PicoDevimon: The dawn will be here soon! Vamdemon: No need to rush. Now that I know the Chosen Children are here, I must store up enough energy to fight them in this world. PicoDevimon: But if you're too reckless-- Vamdemon: No matter. This world will belong to me in the end.

Once that's settled, Vamdemon's carriage levitates into the air, settling down onto the waiting boat.

The woman from inside the carriage has mysteriously vanished due to a continuity error in the animation. So either she crawled away to safety or she disintegrated into pixel dust.

In the dub, DemiDevimon's getting frustrated.

DemiDevimon: I hate this fog! Master, where are you!? I'm getting mildew on my wings! ...Aha! (Myotismon's carriage rolls up) DemiDevimon: Finally! Sheesh, you couldn't take a cab like everyone else!?

They censor out the woman flopping out of the carriage. This censoring ironically makes the animation flow more smoothly, at the cost of the near-comical realization that Myotismon's been binge-drinking all night.

DemiDevimon: At last! I was starting to worry! Myotismon: Calm down. I went out to have a bite to eat and to get familiar with the city. It is always so difficult to get a good meal when one is away from home. DemiDevimon: You're right! So what do we do next, boss? Myotismon: We are continuing the search for the Eighth Child. The details are of no concern to you! DemiDevimon: Well, as I always say, uh, whatever you say!

The dub drops the context both that we're near dawn and that's why PicoDevimon's worried and also that Vamdemon's hunting has a purpose. Drinking those women is how he's accumulating power for his next confrontation with the Chosen Children. The dub plays it like Myotismon's just hungry, and also he only drank one.

However, I do like how wickedly he describes attacking that woman. Solid vampire-ing right there.

The dub inserts their first commercial break here, separating out Vamdemon's cold open from the start of the episode proper. Good spot for it.

The following morning, Taichi attempts to rifle through his and Hikari's belongings.

It does not go well. The crashing sound from everything in their room exploding at the speed of mistakes brings Hikari in. Also the sound of Taichi screaming in pain and surprise.

Hikari: What are you doing? Taichi: I'm looking for my phone book. The one from first grade. Agumon: Yeah, his phone book. Hikari: Phone book?

Agumon seems to have recovered enough to regain Child-stage last night.

Realizing their mother is out in the kitchen, Hikari steps into the room and shuts the door behind her.

Out in the kitchen, Yuuko's washing dishes while listening to the news for background noise. Staticky amateur footage of Raremon emerging from the bay plays on the TV.

Anchor: Viewers are advised to take caution against the possibility that more of these mysterious creatures could emerge in the future. In other news, two young women from the Nerima and Itabashi districts were found collapsed in the streets last night. They were taken to the hospital to be treated for anemia.

Yeah, the dub got that one right! The women aren't dead. If you wagered that they were then you owe the Americans a cookie.

Incidentally, identifying that second woman as being in Itabashi tells us exactly what route Vamdemon's taking to Shibaura. The floppy woman is a map marker. Here, I've drawn a red circle around Odaiba and a green circle around Shibaura.

Nerima, which is where Hikarigaoka was situated, is in the top left corner of the map here. Itabashi is east-northeast of it. On the other side of Itabashi is the Sumida River, which will take him all the way down to Tokyo Bay. Not the big river but that smaller squiggly one next to it that exits out right in front of Shibaura.

But, in any case, with the boat trucking along while Vamdemon takes shelter from the sun, he'll be in Shibaura well before the next sunset.

More maps to come as we follow the kids' and Digimon's trek through the city today.

While the news is talking about current events, the doorbell rings. Yuuko answers it, then comes back.

Yuuko: Taichi! It's Koushiro-kun! Taichi: Got it!

The dub gives Tai some extra dialogue while he's searching for the phone book.

Tai: Aw, c'mon! Where did I put that thing? (opens drawer) Junk. (opens another) Stuff. More junk. More stuff. Man, I was a messy kid. Can't believe how unorganized I was--AUGH!!! (catastrophe) Kari: (opens door) Whatcha doin'? Tai: Looking for my old phone book. It'll have exactly what I need. Agumon: And I'm helping! Kari: (comes in and closes the door) How come?

I like Tai's "Junk, stuff," exchange. Feels his age, right along with the "I was a messy kid!" from someone who is still a kid. He's getting to be that age where kids become impatient to be considered grown up.

Also, Agumon shouting "I'm helping!" while lying helpless under a pile of stuff got me. XD

Anchor: And now, today's top story: The monsters that are plaguing the city! Still no official comment on where the creatures are from or what they might be after. We will keep you updated throughout the day. Meanwhile, in other news, health officials report young women all over the city are being hospitalized for anemia. No word on whether the cases are connected but doctors are voicing concern that so many seemingly healthy young women are being struck down so suddenly. Yuuko: (checks the door) Tai, it's your friend Izzy! Tai: Coming!

Oh, so that's why Myotismon was late.

Vamdemon attacked two women on his way to Sumida River. Myotismon, I guess, went on a bender. This is even funnier when you remember that they cut the plot point of Vamdemon storing power to fight the Chosen Children. After declaring at the end of last episode that he's going to go deal with the DigiDestined himself, Myotismon then spent all of last night roaming the city randomly drinking women left and right for funsies.

DemiDevimon frantically pacing on the boat wondering where he is. And then Myotismon rolls up like, "Chill out, little bat dude. I had to get my thing on with the ladies, bruh."

Taichi very unsuspiciously smuggles Agumon past Yuuko's peripheral vision, and they head outside to see Koushiro.

Taichi: Yo. Koushiro: Good morning. Ah, Agumon! Agumon: I ate so much, I evolved. Tentomon: (approaches) Mornin'. Taichi: Tentomon! I almost didn't recognize you. Tentomon: Thank you, thank you.

Even the simple way everyone greets each other is dripping with personality.

Tentomon is still wearing his disguise from last episode. Fortunately, wearing a hat and cloak makes it impossible to tell that you're a ladybug monster. In fact, the hat is new, so that's even more disguise power.

This is the same energy as the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles wearing trench coats to keep anyone from ID'ing them as turtle monsters. Some things are universal.

Taichi: It looks pretty good on you. Agumon: Eh... Taichi? Taichi: You want one too? Agumon: (nod) Mm...

This promises to be a disaster.

In the dub, that subtle parallel of greetings is gone.

Tai: Hey. Izzy: Hey, ready to go? Agumon, you Digivolved! Agumon: You bet I did! All I needed was a good meal. Tentomon: Psst! It's me! Tai: Tentomon! Nice disguise, dude! Tentomon: Thanks, Tai. I put it together myself. Tai: Wait 'til Mimi sees you. Agumon: I need one too. Tai: Yeah. Any ideas? Agumon: (nod) Mhm....

Tai is using Mimi as a cudgel to bash Tentomon's disguise passive-aggressively.

The Chosen Children all head to a nearby park to meet up, with varying degrees of disguise for their Partner Digimon. The award for best disguise goes to Mimi and Palmon.

Haha. Hahaha. Hahahahahahahahahaha.

It's kind of perfect because she looks like a young girl pushing her doll around in a baby stroller. That is a form of play that girls are encouraged to do under the rigid gender binary. Mimi Purity/Sincerity Tachikawa: Disguise sensei!?

On their way to the meetup, Koushiro and Taichi briefly discuss Taichi's failures.

Koushiro: Were you able to find the student phone book you had back in Hikarigaoka? Taichi: Uh... Well, y'know... Sora and I were in the same class, so.... Koushiro: (disappointed) You didn't find it, did you?

The children meet up in the park, and the narrator briefly explains the intent of this meeting.

Narrator: All of the Chosen Children were notified that the Eighth Child was spotted last night in Shibaura. Sora & Piyomon: (running to join the others) Good morning! Narrator: In order to discuss what to do about this turn of events, they decided to meet up.

No word as of yet about what happened when Taichi went bird-chasing. I guess by the time he made it out of the complex, the crow he was unknowingly chasing was long gone.

Note: Sora's "Good Morning" is distinct from Koushiro's earlier "Good Morning" in a key way. As Sora and Piyomon are running up, they call out, "Ohayou!" This is a casual way of saying "Good morning" to close friends and family.

What Koushiro said was "Ohayou gozaimasu." The addition of gozaimasu makes the phrase formal and respectful. He greets Taichi as if he were greeting a colleague in the workplace. Which is not a measure of their relationship but of Koushiro, as we spent last episode learning that he's talking like this to his parents too. This is how he is, and has been for as long as we've known him.

(But not as long as they have.)

Both of these greetings, meanwhile, are still more respectful than Taichi's "Yo."

Mimi arrives after Sora, pushing Palmon in her stroller.

Mimi: Palmon, you're heavy. Come out. Palmon: No! You said I have to stay in here, Mimi! Mimi: It's fine now!

Palmon was the one who told Patamon to say nothing when their train pulled into their stop too. Palmon takes this whole disguise thing very seriously.

The dub uses Tai again to snark at Agumon and Tentomon's bad disguises.

Tai: (sarcastic) Yeah, real inconspicuous!

I mean. It works. Nobody stops them to ask about the monsters. So don't knock it.

Izzy: So, Tai, did you find your address book from school? Tai: Oh! Uh... Well, Sora was in my class so I thought we'd just use hers. Izzy: (skeptical) Uh-huh. Couldn't find it, huh?

Izzy and Tai's brief discussion is a straight adaptation with no changes, and then we move on to the meeting. Tai has to fill in for the narrator.

Tai: Alright, listen up, everybody! I called you all here today because... Well... There was nothing good on TV! Matt: Ha ha. Very funny, Tai. Now where are the others? Sora: (runs up) Hey, wait! Don't start without me! (gasps for breath as she reaches the group) Good morning. Tentomon: Okay, so where's Mimi? Izzy: (dismissive) She's probably out buying clothes. Mimi: (pushing Palmon's stroller) Oh, get out and walk! You're too heavy to push! Palmon: Mimi, how's that going to look? I'm supposed to be a widdle baby. Mimi: You just grew up! Now get out!

Bit more context missing here. We lose the explanation that we're meeting up to take next steps now that we know the Eighth Child is in the area. Tai's remark is clearly not meant to be taken seriously; He's goofing off while they wait for the others. But it replaces the actual reason why they're meeting.

Also, (ugh), another sharp comment directed at Mimi for no reason. It's not even a laugh line like Tai's earlier Mimi barb at Tentomon was. Izzy's being pointlessly mean to fill silence. She shows up immediately after he says that.

The gang's all here, save for one conspicuous absence. Mimi, too, has brought her school phone book. You can't see it in this shot but even Takeru has one with him.

While they wait for Jou, the kids chat about what's happening.

Sora: This is turning into a mess, isn't it? Yamato: Ever since I woke up, it's all they've been reporting on TV. Taichi: It's weird, though. Agumon: What is? Taichi: When Agumon and I came back to this world earlier, the Digimon appeared. But back then, only Hikari and I could see them. Now everyone can see them and it's getting media attention. Izzy: It may be because they used Vamdemon's Gate to get here. Yamato: That must be it. If more Digimon use that Gate to enter our world.... Takeru: That would be terrible.

The group collectively imagines Seadramon, Shellmon, Vademon, Devimon, Kuwagamon, Ogremon, and Etemon all attacking the human world.

(In fairness to Seadramon, we started that shit. They were minding their own business when we set them on fire. They do not deserve to be lumped in with the rest of these assholes.)

Mimi: Oh no. Koushiro: That's a likely outcome. Taichi: Then we should hurry up and find the Eighth Child, so we can make sure that doesn't happen! And to save the Digimon World too! Sora: (momentarily taken aback by Taichi's enthusiasm) ...right! Koushiro: Let's do it. Yamato: Yeah. Jou: HEEEEEEEEEY!!!

We should probably also gank Vamdemon while we're at it. He's the lynchpin in the "Digimon coming through the Gate" threat. If he isn't there to unlock it then it can't open.

In the dub, Matt demonstrates that Izzy did not recap them about Raremon.

Sora: Hey, did you guys see it? It was all over the news on TV this morning. Matt: More and more of Myotismon's Digi-bozos are popping up in the city! Tai: And they're very real. Agumon: What do you mean? Tai: The last time we came back, there were Digimon all over the place like now. But only Kari and I could see them. Everyone else walked right by 'em as if they weren't even there. Now even normal people see them and they're on the news and everything. It's like they're really here this time. Izzy: Maybe it's because this time they came through the Gate that Myotismon made. Matt: I don't like it. If they can be seen then they're physically here, and if they're here physically, they can do a whole lot of damage. T.K.: Yeah, like what? (Imagine Spot of attacking evil Digimon and one unfairly maligned sea serpent) Matt: Do I really need to remind you what those evil Digimon are capable of!? Mimi: Creepy! Izzy: Complete systems failure. Tai: Agh, so what are we sitting around here for? We'd better get out there and find that eighth kid if we want to stop these guys. Save the Digi-World and we'll save our own! T.K.: Go Tai! Sora: Uh-huh. Matt: What's the plan? Izzy: Well I've got a theory-- Joe: STOOOOOOOP!!!

Man, Matt woke up on the Captain Obvious side of the bed today. Yes, Matt, we know that they can do damage if they're physically here. They've done a lot of fucking damage thus far. This replaced a salient point that more and more Digimon forces could be moved into the human world through the Gate, meaning the humans could be facing full-scale invasion if Vamdemon wins here.

Sora's momentary shocked Pikachu before hesitantly agreeing with Taichi gets drowned out by T.K. talking over it. It's easy to miss her quiet startlement.

That said, I do like how Tai gives his "It's like they're really here" explanation.

For reference again, the green circle is Shibaura, where Koushiro encountered Raremon last night. The red circle is Odaiba. Shibaura is directly across the bay from Odaiba, connected by the Rainbow Bridge - A huge double-decker suspension bridge allowing both vehicle traffic on one layer and rail transit on the other.

Jou sprints up, finally joining the group.

Jou: HEEEEEEEEEY!!! I had a hard time finding my old phone book! Taichi: Talk about killing the tension.

Now that Jou's here, we can talk about where we go from here.

Koushiro: The Eighth Child should have seen the Digimon with us during the incident in Hikarigaoka four years ago. Also important is the events in Shibaura last night. Mimi: Does that mean the child is living in Shibaura now? Yamato: They might have moved like we did. Koushiro: That's why I think we should split into groups and thoroughly search Shibaura. Yamato: Agreed. Mimi: It's a little hot, but that's fine by me. So what do we do with these phone books? Koushiro: There's a strong chance the Eighth Child is listed in one of them. We should call around and ask if anyone was in Shibaura last night. Jou: ...I start my summer classes tomorrow. I can make my phone calls, but I won't be able to go all the way out to Shibaura. Group: Eh!?!? Taichi: That's low! Jou: I can't help it! I'm studying for my entrance exams!

Education in Japan is a big fucking deal. Jou is about to graduate from elementary school into junior high. The exam he's talking about is to get him into a selective private junior high school, which will put him on track to a higher-paying career in the future.

This is what was so important to Chi-Chi in Dragon Ball that she had Gohan studying for it since he was four years old.

The tests he's studying for may shape the course of his entire life. It's something the other kids won't have to even think about for another year or two, but for Jou it's coming up fast.

In the dub:

Joe: STOOOOOOOP!!! I want to hear Izzy's theory! Don't start until I get there! I love Izzy's theories! Hold on! Tai: Alright! We won't start without you!

Aww, that's sweet.

Izzy goes on to explain his theory - while also getting confused on... basically everything about what we're trying to do here.

Izzy: We've already concluded that when the Digimon attacked four years ago, all of us including the Eighth Child were there. It is also safe to assume that each of us were given Digivices for a reason. Last night, I picked up an unidentified Digivice reading. I think it was the Eighth Child. Obviously, I lost the signal, but it's clear that the Eighth Child was in this vicinity. That's why the monsters are here too. Mimi: Monsters? Worse than snakes! (holding phone book) And this is supposed to help us? I'm lost. Izzy: My conclusion is that the Eighth Child is somewhere in one of these address books. Somehow we have to make a lot of calls and patrol the city for monster attacks at the same time. Joe: Well, I guess I could do some calling, as long as my folks don't find out. But I really gotta do some serious studying, so I won't be able to go on the search with you. Tai: What!? Joe, it's summer! Joe: I'm getting an early start! This year I'm really going to be prepared.

Yeah, this plot point for Joe was turbo-fucked from the get-go. It was going to be difficult to explain why Joe needs to spend all summer cramming for junior high without spending this whole scene explaining the Japanese education system to the American kids at home.

It was gonna be either this or sending Joe to summer school because he failed out of 6th grade. That he ends up looking like a useless flake is the price you pay for culture shock.

The bigger problem is Izzy, who is once again using smart words to be incredibly wrong about the plot. First off, the monsters aren't here. They haven't come to Odaiba at all. The Eighth Child is here because he's so wrong that he wrapped around to being right again. But the monster he encountered was in Shibaura, across the Rainbow Bridge.

Which, second off, is where we're going back to so we can find the Eighth Child. Patrolling the city for monster attacks, Izzy? The monsters aren't attacking random--

...

The monsters except Mammothmon aren't attacking randomly. They're trying to find what we're trying to find, and that's why we keep getting in punch-ups with them.

We do not have the manpower to be running all around Tokyo like Spider-Man looking for rogue Digimon. Nor would that help us find the Eighth Child. There was a plan here. A bad plan, because the Eighth Child is in Odaiba, but a sensible one.

In the wake of Jou bowing out of this mission, Mimi has an idea.

She deposits her phone book in his hands before he even knows what's going on.

Mimi: Then make my phone calls for me, okay? There's my address book from Wakaba Preschool. Jou: Huh!? Yamato: That's a good idea. (places his book on top of Mimi's) Here's mine from Dai-yon Elementary School. I'm counting on you. Koushiro: (places his book on top of Yamato's) It might be good if one of us focuses on making the calls. Sora: He has a point. (places her book on top off Koushiro's) Thank you, Senpai! (Taichi approaches Jou) Jou: N-No, not you too, Taichi! Taichi: Relax. I'm not gonna push my workload on you. Jou: T_T Aww, you're the best guy ever! Taichi: Ehehe.... You don't need to go that far. Sora: (to Koushiro) He couldn't find his phone book, could he? Koushiro: How did you ever guess?

To be fair, it would have been the same as Sora's anyway. So if you think about it, Jou's already doing Taichi's.

There's only one change in the dub: Matt is super aggressive about his line.

Matt: Joe, we're talking about the fate of the world here! If you're going to chicken out then you can call all the names in my book too! Seeya!

I want to say Matt's being his usual English Jerkass Matt but given that Jou's entrance exams have changed to Joe wanting to study for no particular reason, Matt's got the right of it. I'd be pissed too.

The kids take the train across the Rainbow Bridge, giving them a good look at the wreckage in Shibaura.

Taichi: So that mess is from your fight last night.... Yamato: It looks like a disaster zone. Takeru: The Eighth Child is somewhere around there.

However, they're not the only ones closing in on Shibaura. Vamdemon's boat has reached Tokyo Bay. Inside, PicoDevimon is steering it.

PicoDevimon: If I remember right, this is where the Eighth Child was last night.

Both factions race to Shibaura, on a collision course as they seek something that isn't there to find.

The dub lightens up the kids' exchange, taking out the somber tones of the original.

Tai: Whoa, look at all that damage from last night's battle! Matt: And there'll be a lot more too if this goes on. T.K.: We've gotta hurry up and find that Eighth Child! Matt: We will! We're not called the DigiDestined for nothing!

For the dub, this is a hoorah moment of rallying the team for action, rather than a somber moment of reflection on the carnage Kabuterimon and Raremon unleashed upon Shibaura.

Meanwhile, DemiDevimon makes me want to throw things.

DemiDevimon: Master, are we almost there yet!? 'Cause all this water's making me queasy!

Who the fuck are you talking to? He's in the carriage right now. Also, YOU are the one who knows where we're going! He's trusting you to get us there! Oh my god, DemiDevimon.

As the boat passes under the Rainbow Bridge and moves northeast, the fog follows it, blanketing the area in its wake.

See that building with the big spherical structure? That's the Fuji Broadcasting Center in Odaiba. We're going to see quite a bit of it.

Inside, two men gaze out the window at the mysterious weather phenomenon.

Man 1: Look outside. It's foggy. Man 2: I've never seen fog this thick before. I heard there was even snow falling in Tama. What is causing these strange phenomena?

Holy shit, Tama! There was snow in Tama! That must be where their camp was!

...is what you might be thinking, but no. The real-life route they took to return from camp doesn't go anywhere near Tama. It's in the wrong direction from Tokyo entirely.

In the dub, DemiDevimon delivers a silence-breaker as the boat passes under the Rainbow Bridge.

DemiDevimon: Those DigiDestined brats are probably miles away by now!

This is a continuation of his whining, but there's no reason for him to say this. It's a joke, with the irony being that the kids' train is passing over the Rainbow Bridge at the same time his boat is passing under it. But it falls flat because. Like. Why is he saying this joke?

Man 1: Hey look, that fog's coming in again. I've never seen anything like it! Man 2: At the same time, we're having the hottest weather on record! Man 1: And I heard that somebody saw snow falling last night. The ozone layer must be messed up worse than we thought.

The dub also misunderstands where the fog is coming from. Vamdemon and/or his carriage is producing it. It followed him from Nerima through Itabashi and now it's arrived with him at Shibaura.

All of the weather phenomena are being created by those weird Digimon that seem halfway in and out of reality. There's Meramon creating the droughts and Yukidarumon creating the snowfalls. Vamdemon and/or his carriage is producing this fog.

So. No. The fog is not coming in "again". This is the first time it's visited Shibaura.

Good catch on it being hot, though. They changed Mimi's line earlier where she sets up that it's a blazing hot day, so adding that in here lets them compensate for that and still foreshadow the plot-important heat wave.

Vamdemon's carriage departs the boat and moves into Daiba Park. A void in the shape of a grave appears beneath it, and the carriage descends into a dark abyss. There, waiting in silhouette, are Tailmon and her forces.

Let's take a moment to appreciate his choice of venue. Daiba Park is a man-made island named for the daiba for which Odaiba takes its name.

The daiba were gun batteries created in the 19th century to repel invasions by sea. It's a beautiful park now, but Vamdemon's squatting in what is effectively a historic military fort.

Tailmon: We've awaited your arrival! Crowd: Vamdemon-sama!

Tailmon sounds very enthusiastic when she shouts "Vamdemon-sama" but the rest of the crowd is murmuring it with zero energy. That's fair. They're here for the paycheck, not to join a cult.

Vamdemon: (stepping out of the carriage) This is a good place. We will make this our new headquarters.

From there, Tailmon ascends back up to the grassy field. She starts walking, but PicoDevimon calls after her.

PicoDevimon: Where are you off to, Tailmon? Tailmon: Our mission is to search for the Eighth Child. PicoDevimon: Trying to take the credit, huh? That's just like you! Tailmon: (feigning innocence) What? PicoDevimon: It's true, isn't it? I'm the one who found the Eighth Child first. Tailmon: Hmph! Do you really expect the Eighth Child to stick around in one spot? PicoDevimon: If that's what you think, then I'm sure you won't have a problem searching over there instead! Good luck finding them, if you can!

PicoDevimon flies off to get started on his search. As he departs, Tailmon's face contorts into a furious snarl. She was, in fact, trying to steal the credit from him.

Since he caught her red-handed, she gets stuck with the shit work. The "over there" he's referring to is this side of the bridge. He's sending Tailmon to go wander uselessly around Odaiba while he gets to go find the Eighth Child in Shibaura.

There is an irony at play here.

In the dub, there is no lukewarm team cheering of "Vamdemon-sama".

Gatomon: Welcome, oh great one! All is ready. Myotismon: (stepping out of the carriage) Perfect, Gatomon. As always, you have done excellent work. (Gatomon heads up topside) DemiDevimon: Hey whiskers, what do you think you're doing? Gatomon: I don't think. I know why I'm here; I'm finding the Eighth Child. DemiDevimon: That's my job, Furball! I'm in charge here. Gatomon: Yeah, right! DemiDevimon: Listen up, Puss in Boots! Quit sucking up to the Master! "I'm the Master's cute little pet!" GAG ME WITH A FURBALL!!! Gatomon: It's really hard to feel threatened by a bowling ball with feathers. DemiDevimon: Blah blah blah blah. Just keep out of my way! I'm finding that kid, not you, got it! Take a cat nap, kitty litter! HAHA!!! Gatomon: (scowl; thinking) That flappy-winged joker couldn't find water if he fell out of a boat.

Once again, the plot is just... not here in this version of the scene. The plot-specific rivalry of Tailmon trying to steal PicoDevimon's thunder and then accidentally talking herself out of it is gone, replaced by Gatomon and DemiDevimon generically bickering for six lines over who sucks more.

While PicoDevimon and Tailmon split up to scour Shibaura, the Chosen Children do the same.

Koushiro: Does everyone know which areas they'll be covering? Yamato: Yeah. Taichi: Don't worry! Sora: Let's get started!

Going their separate ways, they set out to do the same thing Tailmon's mercenaries are doing: Finding places where kids would be and holding up their Digivice to see if they get any readings.

Taichi and Koushiro buddy up for one team. Exploring the district, they momentarily pass a restaurant.

Agumon: Taichi-- Taichi: No!

They find some kids to scan, but get nothing.

Yamato and Takeru partner up because of course they do. They head down to the harbor.

Takeru: (checking Digivice) They can't be around here. Yamato: Yeah....

Jou starts making phone calls, as agreed.

Jou: Hello? This is Kido. I used to be in your class in second grade....

While Mimi and Sora explore the residential areas, pushing Palmon and Piyomon together in Mimi's baby carriage. It's only big enough for one of them, unfortunately, and the space is causing some hostility.

Palmon: You're smothering me! Why don't you go fly instead, Piyomon? Piyomon: Palmon, you've gotten fatter! Palmon: That's rude! Sora: Don't fight, you two. Babies don't act like this. Mimi: Could the Eighth Child really be around here? Also, it's really hot....

This isn't going well for anybody.

In the dub, it's Tai making the plan as usual rather than Izzy.

Tai: Okay, so we'll split up into pairs so we can cover more of the city, got it? Matt: Got it. Izzy: Let's go! Sora: Good luck everybody!

Fittingly, Koushiro's plan designated each team to a particular place but Tai's plan is just "Split up and go looking."

Agumon: I see food! Tai: Agumon, keep your mind on our mission, okay? (Tai and Izzy scan some kids and get nothing. Meanwhile, down at the harbor) T.K.: Aww, doesn't look like he's down here. That would have been too easy anyway. Matt: Yeah right. (Joe makes some calls) Joe: Hi, I know this is kind of strange but I was in second grade with you.... (Mimi and Sora deal with pushy Digimon Partners) Palmon: Hey! Stop pushing! Biyomon: I am not pushing you! You're kicking me! Palmon: You pushed the line onto my side, you big cheater! Biyomon: I am not a cheater, you're a liar! Palmon: I'm telling! Sora: Knock it off! If you two keep fooling around, someone's going to get hurt. Mimi: I know how they feel. Just walking around in this heat's enough to make anybody cranky. You know what this is, Sora? A big fat drag!

It's pretty much all the same, but longer. Palmon and Biyomon's fight once again demonstrates that Americans are the masters of writing characters behaving like assholes.

Also, we have immediately abandoned the dub's plot. Remember, according to Izzy, we're not looking for the Eighth Child; We're patrolling for monster attacks. That stopped being a thing almost immediately after it was spoken and now we're back on script with the Eighth Child search.

While the kids are out searching, Tailmon is doing the same.

Alright, let's break out the map again. Green circle is Shibaura, where PicoDevimon and the Chosen Children are all hunting the Eighth Child. The black circle is Daiba Park, Vamdemon's base of operations. Tailmon begins her search at Odaiba Beach, which stretches from Daiba Park around to Odaiba Seaside Park; That's the blue circle.

The red map marker below the blue circle is the Fuji Broadcasting Center, in case you're curious where that was.

Fun fact: If you look close enough next to it, you might also see a blue marker labeled "Statue of Liberty". That's exactly what it sounds like. There's like four copies of the Statue of Liberty in Tokyo. That other marker on the other side of the Fuji building is a life-size Gundam statue. Tokyo is just. Like that.

So, we find Tailmon on Odaiba Beach watching the humans have summertime fun.

Tailmon: How peaceful. There's not a chance the Eighth Child is among them.

She departs the beach and moves deeper into the district, entering Odaiba Seaside Park.

At that moment, Hikari too is in Odaiba Seaside Park, searching for her cat. We briefly see Meeko run past before Hikari enters the frame.

Hikari: Meeko! Where are you? Meeko! Where could she be....

Hikari and Tailmon briefly pass one another. Then Hikari stops, looking Tailmon over and studying her more carefully. Tailmon, too, stops to look back at Hikari.

Hikari: Are you one of Agumon's friends? Tailmon: !!! Hikari: You are, aren't you? Tailmon: ...meow! Mrooowr! Hikari: What's your name? Tailmon: Mrowrowr! (runs away) Hikari: Huh? Wait!

Tailmon's rejection leaves Hikari sad, but she doesn't give chase. She's here to look for Meeko, after all. She turns and walks away.

Tailmon V.O.: That girl! How does she know about Agumon!? Could she be the Eighth Child!?

Yeah, that's probably bad. PicoDevimon should have let Tailmon search Shibaura with him.

Over in the dub, Gatomon takes offense at all the fun being had on Odaiba Beach.

Gatomon: What silly creatures! Pea-brained dolts! Laugh it up! When Myotismon is through, you won't be laughing!

Okay? They're windsurfing, Gatomon. Chill out. Unlike the Gatomon and DemiDevimon argument, this doesn't replace much in terms of plot cohesion, but it is another bit of dialogue erased in favor of having the bad guys just spout Bad Guy Speak.

Kari: Meeko! Come back here! Where'd you go? Meeko! (Kari passes Gatomon) Kari: What a funny looking kitty. (stares, slowly realizing) ...hi there. Are you a friend of Agumon? Gatomon: !!! Kari: (cheerfully) Are you one of them? Gatomon: Meow! Meow! Kari: What's your name? Gatomon: Meow! Meow! (runs away) Kari: Wait, don't go! Mm... (isadly walks away) Gatomon (V.O.): So, she knows about Agumon. Hmm... Is it possible this little squirt is the Eighth Child?

It's mostly the same, with one key tonal difference in Gatomon's last line. Tailmon was freaking the fuck out when she realized she might have found the Eighth Child, while Gatomon is calm and contemplative.

Her Cosplay Crest doesn't react, but that's because it reacts to her Digivice as established last episode. She doesn't have that on her.

Once Hikari leaves, Tailmon chases after her in secret. Stalking Hikari all the way home.

Once Hikari gets to the front door, she turns towards Tailmon who's creeping around the corner. Tailmon panics and hides, but she's obviously been seen.

Hikari: Come here! Tailmon: MROOOOOWR!!! (bounds around the corner) Hikari: My mom's out. I'll leave the door open.

Nat 1 on her Stranger Danger check right there.

True to her word, she leaves the door wide open for Tailmon and goes to watch TV. The news is now talking about the mysterious fog that's rolled in over Tokyo Bay.

Reporter: The extreme humidity in the Tokyo Bay area of Odaiba is rare, even for summer. The cause behind it is unknown.

While she's watching, Tailmon creeps into the Yagami home. Studying Hikari carefully, like an actual cat.

No change to Kari's line in the dub, though the news report is a little different.

Reporter: Weather experts can't explain the unseasonable fog. In fact, they have no explanation for any of the bizarre weather conditions we've been having, including this heat wave.

They add in a reminder about the steadily rising temperatures going on in the background of this episode. Though they also seem to think fog can't form in the summer, which isn't so. Summertime fog isn't uncommon in a humid climate like Japan.

You'd think "weather experts" would know how advection fog forms on the Pacific coast. This isn't even a culture thing; The coastal U.S. gets it too, particularly California.

We return to Sora and Mimi, still searching Shibaura while pushing their Partner Digimon in a stroller. Mimi has questions.

Mimi: Why do we still have to do this even though we just got home? Let's take a little break, Sora-san. Sora: Again? Okay, but make it quick.

The girls all sit down at a bench in the shade. Sora, however, still has her eye on the ball, checking a map of the surrounding area and marking it with a red pen.

Mimi: Ahhh. I slept in a soft bed last night with the A/C on. That's when it really sank in: Home is the best. Palmon: The food was great too! Mimi: Yeah! My mom's cooking has never tasted so good. Piyomon: The food at Sora's house was amazing. Sora's mom seems really kind, too. Right, Sora? Sora: (looking up from her map with a smile) You think so? Thank you. Now, back to work.

Sora marks up the map with X's.

Sora: Let's see... hm.... Mimi: She's working so hard (ganbaru). Isn't she hot? Palmon: You two have different levels of endurance. Mimi: ...I'd rather be a delicate girl. Oh! Sora-san! Let's try a place with huge crowds of people! Sora: Huge crowds of people? Mimi: Yes! Over there!

Mimi points to the Tokyo Tower, circled in blue on the map. We're about two miles out from Shibaura right now, albeit two miles of whatever city-combing manhunt pattern we've been making. We're resting in that park right by the tower.

Tokyo Tower is a major landmark for the city. Inspired by the Eiffel Tower - Again, Tokyo is just like that - Tokyo Tower serves two purposes. Its lofty height makes for a fun recreational place to visit, giving people a gorgeous view of the city from its two observation decks. Additionally, the tower has transmitters for broadcasting various network signals, such as those from Fuji TV back in Odaiba.

Even in this brutal heat, Sora remains mission-focused on finding the Eighth Child. Ganbaru wa ne. She's persevering and working hard to push through these conditions. Mimi has trouble relating to that.

In the dub, Mimi's upset because pushing the stroller is hard, which takes the nuance out of her position.

Mimi: I'm not meant for this kind of work! If I ever have a baby, I'm gonna hire somebody to push her around, that's for sure. Hold on, how about a break, okay? Sora: Again? Well, make it quick. (They sit on the bench) Mimi: Ahhhh! Last night, I got to sleep in a soft bed with the A/C cranked up watching my own TV; Wasn't that the best, Palmon? Palmon: Dinner was really something too! Mimi: Wasn't it great? My mom knows all the best takeout places in the city; She never has to cook! Biyomon: Sora's mom made our dinner and it was terrific! Well, all of it except for this kinda green mushy stuff. What's it called? Sora: (looking up from her map with a smile) What? Spinach. Now let's see, where was I...? (Sora resumes marking the map) Sora: Hmm.... Mimi: Would you look at that. She's not even tired. Palmon: You're different. You like to take things easy. Mimi: Finding this kid's harder than finding a good sale. (gasp) Hey Sora, if we really want to find this kid, we should go where lots of people gather. Sora: You thinking of any place in particular? Mimi: Yep! Right there! (points out Tokyo Tower) Besides, we can see the whole city from up there. Really get the lay of the land, you know?

Besides Mimi complaining about pushing the stroller, there are a few other differences. Mimi's mom no longer has fine cooking but instead fine takeout skills; This is presumably to mesh with the dub's characterization of Mimi as coming from extravagant wealth. Though if she's rich enough to shit-talk Cockatrimon's cruise ship, you'd think their family would have a private chef or something instead of ordering takeout.

A subtle difference, but the original exchange with Palmon was about Mimi having low physical stamina; By her admission, she wants to remain that way. She likes being soft and delicate, and doesn't aspire to be a hard, rugged tomboy like Soccer Striker Sora.

This goes along with that other comment the dub didn't bring over, about "Why do we still have to do this?" It's unfair that they finally got to go home but still have to be Digimon World child soldiers.

The dub's version of this has Palmon call Mimi a slacker. Mimi then quips instead of responding to the accusation.

The girls head to Tokyo Tower. Unfortunately, someone else has his eye on this same spot.

One of Tailmon's mercenaries approaches the tower, looking up at it. Then he notices Sora and Mimi entering the building.

The girls take the elevator up to the observation deck, stepping into the refreshing coolness of an indoor environment.

Mimi: Ahhhh, it feels so good! It's great to be in a place with air conditioning! Palmon: I'm coming back to life! Sora: Yeah, I thought as much.

Sora saw right through Mimi's plan, but went along with it anyway. You know, as someone who had to spend weeks without functioning A/C in the midst of a heat wave, I sympathize with Mimi. This is an ironic episode to do right after getting the A/C fixed.

The girls approach the observation window to gaze out at the city.

Piyomon: Sora, that's where your house is, right? Sora: That's right. This is the world we live in.

In the dub, Sora's a bit slower on the uptake.

Mimi: Ahhhh, there! Isn't that better? Nice and cool. I knew this place would have A/C. Palmon: Feels great! Sora: Should have guessed you had an ulterior motive. (The girls go to the window) Mimi: Isn't your house over there? Sora: Yeah. It sure is strange being back in our own world again.

I'm not sure why Mimi knows where Sora lives and can point it out. I do, however, like Sora pointing out that it's as much an adjustment coming home as it was going to the other world. They spent months adapting to life in the Digimon World and now they have to re-adapt to what was once normal.

Or, at least, she does. Everybody handles things differently. By her admission earlier, Mimi has no adapting to do at all. To her, this was a bad disruption to normality that finally ended. I love this implied commentary on their character dichotomy, that Sora got used to the Digimon wilds but Mimi never stopped longing for home.

Then someone else arrives on the observation deck.

Tailmon's mercenary steps out of the elevator, and instantly the room stops being so relieving.

Palmon: Mimi, does it feel a little hotter in here to you? Mimi: Yeah, I guess the air conditioning isn't very strong over here.

The girls move over to directly beneath the A/C vent to escape the sudden pervasive heat.

Palmon: Ahh, a cool breeze. Piyomon: Feels great!

But then the A/C shuts off.

Mimi: (pout) It's getting warmer.... Sora: Maybe the air conditioner broke-- Mimi: (turns her head and notices Tailmon's mercenary) EUGH!? HOW IS HE ABLE TO WEAR A FULL-LENGTH COAT IN THIS SUMMER HEAT!?!? I'm getting hotter just looking at him! Sora: Mimi-chan, he'll hear you! Mimi: It's true though.

Ironically, Mimi is absolutely correct to blame that trench coat man for making her feel hotter, but not for the reason she thinks.

In the dub:

Palmon: Does it feel like it's getting warmer? Mimi: Yeah, it does. Let's move over closer to the blowers, ahaha!

For some reason, they play the A/C shutting down noise on the first shot of the vent, while it's still blowing, instead of the second shot where it shuts down.

(A/C blows fine but makes shutdown noise) Palmon: There, that's more like it. Biyomon: Wonderful! (A/C shuts down silently) Mimi: (pout) What happened to the air? Sora: Hm, maybe this heat wave finally got to be too much for it. Mimi: (turns her head and notices Gatomon's mercenary) EUGH!! Look at that weirdo wearing a coat in this heat! And such an ugly one too! Sora: Hey, Mimi, be quiet! He'll hear you! Mimi: Oh, and what's he gonna do?

Mimi is dripping with personality in this scene. Both versions go hard on their particular Mimi takes.

The man in the trench coat turns around suddenly, facing the girls.

Sora: See, he heard you!

To everybody's surprise, he flames up. Blue flames cover his body, burning away his trench coat and revealing his true identity. Blast! It was another Ninja Turtle trench coat disguise all along! With an actual trench coat!

Sora and Mimi scream when they realize he's here for a fight.

Sora & Mimi: AHHHHHHHH!!! Palmon & Piyomon: A DIGIMON!!!

In full view of the rest of the crowd on the observation deck, Palmon and Piyomon leap from the stroller to face down Tailmon's mercenary.

No change in the dub. But after the mercenary burns off his coat, Mimi helpfully comments:

Mimi: Well, I guess that explains the coat!

XD It sure does, Mimi. It sure does.

Now that the mercenary is raring to fight, the heat turns up so high that Taichi and Koushiro can see it from a distance.

Agumon: I think it just got hotter all of a sudden. Tentomon: I can't believe it.... Koushiro: Tokyo Tower looks like it's bending. Taichi: That's impossible.

The heat around Tokyo Tower is now so thick it's distorting the air.

Taichi: It's true!

He takes out his mini telescope to get a closer look at the tower. Giving him a chance to see Birdramon explode out of the window with Tailmon's mercenary leaping out to pursue her.

Taichi: IT'S A DIGIMON!!!

No change in the dub.

Birdramon kicks off the fighting with an inadvisable Meteor Wing. Her flames strike the mercenary, swirling harmlessly around him. Togemon steps up with Chiku-Chiku Bang-Bang. The mercenary counters, slapping her needles out of the air with his flaming chain and cracking her across the face and knocking her on her ass.

Kabuterimon flies in overheard, ferrying Taichi, Koushiro, and Agumon to the fight. Koushiro pulls up their opponent's information on the Digimon Analyzer.

Koushiro: That's DeathMeramon! He's Perfect-stage!

DeathMeramon is a Perfect-stage Data-type Flame Digimon. Hailing from, you guessed it, the Nightmare Soldiers release, DeathMeramon is the evolved form of Meramon.

Narrator: DeathMeramon. A Perfect-stage Digimon whose body is enveloped in blue flames. His special attack is Heavy Metal Fire.

Not the most informative of rundowns, to be sure.

In the dub, despite having the Digimon Analyzer open, Izzy asks Agumon of all people to deliver the rundown.

Izzy: Explain this to us, Agumon. Just who is this guy? Agumon: He's SkullMeramon. His element is Fire. He's tough and he can sure dish it out!

His element is Fire? What, do we have to keep track of a Pokemon Type Chart now?

Note: I'm just poking fun. Some Digimon video games do in fact have a Pokemon Type Chart, in addition to the Vaccine/Virus/Data triangle. But that hasn't been a thing in the anime up to this point.

DeathMeramon's name was apparently too intense for the censors, despite the fact that we have had usages of "kill" and "die" in the show before. So they swapped it out for SkullMeramon, which is still pretty edgy. But. Like. He has a Jason Voorhees mask; Where does the skull come in?

In any case, I don't know why we're turning to Agumon for this. The Analyzer was added to the show so we could stop leaning on the Digimon for explanations, since they aren't supposed to know much about Digimon from outside of File Island.

As soon as the narrator finishes explaining Heavy Metal Fire, DeathMeramon shows us exactly what that is.

Of note: That's not fire he's breathing. He's spewing liquid metal. It's heavy, it's metal, and it's fire. Kabuterimon evades, but his shot of Heavy Metal Fire lands on a support beam for Tokyo Tower. The glob of burning blue liquid comes to rest on the beam, melting straight through it.

The tower above containing the second observation deck begins to fall. There are probably people in there.

Koushiro: It's falling! Kabuterimon, hold it up!

Kabuterimon's forced to withdraw from the fight so he can hold up the tower and prevent it from falling on the city below. Which he manages successfully. Holy hell, the force of those gossamer wings.

DeathMeramon: I'll burn you all to the ground! Taichi: We won't-- Agumon: --let that happen!

Agumon leaps from Kabuterimon's back, evolving to Greymon to join the fight.

The dub calls SkullMeramon's attack "Metal Fireball".

Tai: The tower's gonna fall on the city! Izzy: Grab it, Kabuterimon! Hurry! (Kabuterimon holds back the tower) SkullMeramon: Don't you know not to play with fire!? Tai: Are you ready!? Agumon: Yeah!

They add a line so that Tai can be involved in the tower support.

The combat banter is all different, but in a way that isn't better or worse than the original. Lateral change.

Taichi and Greymon barrel into the fray and immediately make everything worse.

Greymon lands on DeathMeramon, divekicking him in the chest. When DeathMeramon shrugs that off, Greymon follows up with a Mega Flame. DeathMeramon absorbs the attack and grows twice as large as before, much like Meramon did way back when.

Taichi: He got bigger after absorbing the Mega Flame! Koushiro: He's Perfect-stage. An Adult-stage like Greymon is no match for him.

In the dub:

Tai: Now we've really made him mad! He swallowed that Nova Blast like a hot fudge sundae! Izzy: All it did was make him stronger! Unless Greymon Digivolves again, he's toast!

Is Izzy implying that we need to Super-Evolve because of the buff? Because we don't. We needed to Super-Evolve from the beginning, and the buff only made things worse.

The dub hilariously picks here for Hey Digimon. A point in the fight in which Greymon achieves nothing and gets dunked on. They make the weirdest choices in how they use that ditty.

Errors have been made. Avoidable errors if Taichi wasn't so reckless and had paid attention when Koushiro talked. Greymon Super-Evolves to MetalGreymon and continues to struggle against the now buffed up DeathMeramon.

MetalGreymon and DeathMeramon throw themselves into a grapple. But in his buffed up state, DeathMeramon's strength wins out, forcing MetalGreymon to his knees.

Birdramon and Togemon return to the fight. Birdramon strafes by DeathMeramon, pulling his attention while Togemon rushes him from behind. Unfortunately, he's on fire, so this backfires in hideous and predictable ways.

Togemon: (charging in) TOGEMOOOOOOOOOON!!! (DeathMeramon moves slightly backwards and strikes her with his back, engulfing her in his flames; Togemon runs screaming) Mimi: Togemon! Get a hold of yourself!

Even Mimi's yelling at them for how bad that plan was. Maybe we should have a Pokemon Type Chart to drill into everyone's' skulls. Everybody is fucking up today.

Sadly, Dub Togemon does not scream her own name as a battle cry moments before being hilariously shitstomped.

Togemon: Lightspeed Jabbing! (SkullMeramon moves slightly backwards and strikes her with his back, engulfing her in his flames; Togemon runs screaming) Mimi: Watch out! This guy is scary!

It's not nearly as funny.

While Togemon KO's her own goddamn self, DeathMeramon lands a direct hit of Heavy Metal Fire on Birdramon's center mass, knocking her from the sky.

The distraction, however, buys MetalGreymon the time he needs to get up into the air and out of close combat. By. Uh. Flying? I guess he can fly with those tattered wings of his.

MetalGreymon fires his Trident Arm at DeathMeramon. DeathMeramon jerks aside and wraps his chain around it as it passes, so that when it retracts, he now has a grapple around MetalGreymon.

DeathMeramon: I've caught you! HEAVY METAL FIRE!!!

MetalGreymon twists sideways in the air to dodge the attack.

MetalGreymon: Who caught who now? DeathMeramon: What?

MetalGreymon spins in the air, using the leverage from the chain to yank DeathMeramon off the roof of the observation deck and hurl him up into the air. There, he lets off his Giga Blaster, obliterating DeathMeramon with two direct hits.

The dub adds a taunt to MetalGreymon's attack.

MetalGreymon: Hey! Up here, bucket of bolts! MEGA CLAW!!!

Uh. Pot, meet kettle? DeathMeramon isn't even a cyborg. He just has a spooky face.

No other change in the dub.

While all this fighting is happening at Tokyo Tower, something else is going down in the Yagami home.

Hikari is still watching the news, with Tailmon lurking around the corner of the couch.

Reporter: According to eyewitness reports, kaiju have been spotted fighting with each other. Tailmon: (thinking, kinda freaking out) She is definitely not an ordinary child! I should kill her now! Reporter: Speculation has arisen that this may be connected to the kaiju uproar that occurred yesterday.

Tailmon hops up onto the back of the couch and creeps up on Hikari. She raises her sharp, gloved claw to strike.

Hikari: (turns around and holds out her hands) Come here.

Tailmon is so startled that she loses her balance and falls off the back of the couch.

Losing all of her nerve, she turns around and heads for the door.

Hikari: You're leaving? But you'll come back, right?

Tailmon breaks into a four-legged sprint to get out of there as fast as possible.

Tailmon: I can't act when I have no proof that she's the Eighth Child! Narrator: At this time, Tailmon had yet to realize that this girl, Yagami Hikari, would soon hold special meaning for her.

Spoilers, narrator. Fuck. Why are you like this?

In the dub:

Reporter: While the clash of the monsters caused extensive damage to the tower, no casualties were reported. Gatomon: (thinking) She isn't so bad, for a human. Better company than some Digimon, that's for sure. Reporter: But fear is in the air and there's a general feeling of public unrest. (Gatomon climbs up on the couch and stealthily approaches Kari, holding out her claw to strike) Gatomon: (thinking) Still, orders are orders and I'm not gonna be the one who lets the Eighth Child get away. Kari: (turns around) Hi! Gatomon: HUH!?!? Uhhhhhhhhhhh.... Kari: (holds out hands) C'mere! (Gatomon falls off the back of the couch, then gets up and starts to leave) Kari: Are you going already? But you'll come back again, right? (Gatomon flees at the speed of panic) Gatomon: Her sweetness makes me lose my edge. But I'll be back and next time, I'll be ready for her! Reporter (V.O.): While no one knows where these monsters are from or why they're here, it's clear the Earth is at some sort of crossroads. The question is, down which road does our destiny await?

Credit where it's due, the use of the reporter to stand in for the narrator and deliver some genuinely ominous parting comments? Inspired. I love it.

Gatomon remains cool and composed compared to Tailmon's panic attack, but it remains clear that Kari is a chink in her malevolent armor. I like Tailmon's more emotional performance better, but as I said about Mimi in the observation deck, both of these scenes make great use of their respective interpretations of the character.

The episode ends here and I have absolutely no idea how we're going to repair Tokyo Tower. I bet it stops being a problem between episodes. That seems likely.

Assessment: Taichi again shows up to steal Mimi's thunder because we're holding off on letting Palmon hit Perfect. I thought this was the episode. Tragic.

It felt like they were going somewhere when Mimi and Palmon were comparing her relationship with her femininity to Sora's. Like this was going to be Sora and Mimi's episode to explore their differences. But then they fucked off once the fighting started so Taichi could be the rockstar.

That's disappointing. Nothing happening from a plot perspective is the point; Everyone's searching the wrong area. Given that, it's good to have an episode where nothing can happen. The funniest thing in the episode is when PicoDevimon punishes Tailmon for trying to get a head start on him by banishing her to where the Eighth Child actually is.

But it also feels like nothing happened from a character perspective, which is more damning. Sora and Mimi had a chance to have an interesting side adventure and learn about each other. But they didn't. They got hot and then went up Tokyo Tower. That is all they got to do.

So this one kinda sucks? It's pretty good while the story is moving all the characters into Shibaura, but the back half of the episode comes off like filler to give Hikari and Tailmon's plot time to transpire.

And the dub isn't any better. It screws up multiple times at explaining the plot as we're getting the characters into Shibaura.

I understand that they weren't going to be able to explain the geographic elements of this episode but they could at least have compensated. Yeah, kids won't know which side of the Rainbow Bridge is which, but they've said the kids are in Odaiba in the past. DemiDevimon could say something like, "Shibaura is mine! You can go search Odaiba."

But they didn't bother. This one isn't great in either version.

[mutant-okuri-inu]

Call Of Duty Modern Warframe II - Howling and Hollow

Chapter 1: Interrogation

So much for the meeting with Shadow Company, Sigma felt weird there are only men here. Although she didn't mind and wants the mission to get done.

Weirdly enough, one guy stared at her with confused look, yet shocked, looked like he knew her from somewhere... but he decided to play cool.

Two SAS operators and Los Vaqueros, Alejandro and Rudy did some damage looking for Hassan while Sigma had to help with air support. She was lucky to know Spanish.

After Hassan's capture, Soap's and Sigma's blue eyes met, caught right into sight... He can already tell he never saw a female pilot before. And she couldn't stand Graves talking nonsense, and some of the Shadow mercs are really fond of her... When she met Ghost, her blood ran cold seeing him in skull mask, strong, huge man would beat the shit out of anyone.

From affar before the flight with the Shadows while she met Graves, one of the Shadows said from afar: "Who is this girl? She’s cute and pretty." 

...

Pretended she didn't heard anything.

…

The sky is dark, it's night. The stars can't be seen, a calm peace, only crickets chirping in the field. A faith of howl calling by coyotes in the darkness, then it went silent.

Multiple truck's doors closed as the men jumped out. Soap dragged Hassan out of the vehicle and walks to the field.

"On your knees." Soap shoved Hassan on the ground, removing the black cloth bag off his head.

Graves is working on a signal in front of the green crate while crouching down.

"Ya'll got a clear picture?" Graves asked.

General, adjusting his seat to get comfortable. "Crystal."

"All set." Laswell replied, exhaling the smoke from her lips while smoking a cigarette.

"Alright, we are live, folks." Graves stands up, Hassan watches him approach.

"Do you speak Arabic?" He asks.

“No.” Graves replied, shaking his head.

“Farsi?”

“No.” He replied again, standing in front of him.

Sigma watches them as she stands beside Simon, remaining silent. If Hassan is going to ask her something, he better watch his tongue.

Hassan looks at Sigma, he smirks a little bit. “A woman in war... Who’s holding a weapon.” He starts, “I’m surprised you’re fighting for your country and battles without blood in your hands.”

“Women or men, doesn’t matter. If a man can be one, so do women. So English, you retard.” She replied with harsh voice down her throat.

Hassan nods his head a little bit, turning his attention to Graves. “Of course, then I’ll speak your bastardized medieval English because you are all uneducated street dogs.”

“Ahh, see… We’re getting off to a bad start here, Hassan.” Graves gets annoyed quickly, looking on the ground, tapping his foot.

“You are talking to a Quds Force Officer.” Hassan states proudly. All Sigma could just watch and shake her head.

“You’re the commander of a foreign terror organization,” Graves notes, not willing to put any stupid formalities.

“I can say the same thing to you.”

“What’s your target, ‘Major’?” Graves asks, his voice turning into a sarcastic one.

“What was your target when they sent missiles to my land?”

Graves shrugs a bit. “Oh, wild guess… To nails your ass.”

“So insolent and foul-mouthed. You will learn to respect me when your nation sees fire.”

“You will respect an anchor who will sink you in the bottom of the ocean.” Sigma glares at Hassan, crossing her arms. Hassan ignores her, Graves steps closer to him with anger and impatience in his eyes.

“You are in bed with the cartel, Hassan. If you dissapeared, no one would know where to look for a fuckin’ stain.” Graves said as he shakes his head.

“I have no doubt you’ll take pleasure in torturing me.” Hassan replied with a smirk.

Oh, Sigma would definitely torture him, if Graves would let her. Soap starts to speak out-

“Who’d you get American missiles from?”

“I don’t care who they’re from, I wanna know where they’re going.” Shepherd interrupted the conversation.

Coyotes howled in the endless darkness of the shadows, making the others to turn attention. Graves looks around, letting out a low whistle, his hand clutching his tactical vest.

“Take a look around Hassan. Now, you can either become part of the food chain,” Graves lowers himself in front of Hassan. “Or you can start talking.”

“I’m a hostage here,” Hassan states. “This is illegal.”

“You’re a prisoner of war.” Alejandro replied, tilting his head while his hand is squeezing Hassan’s shoulder.

“Iran is not at war with Mexico. I’ve broken no lawns. These men, one useless slut, and their commanders are the law breakers.” Hassan looks at Sigma and Ghost who are they stand beside the vehicle.

Her eye twitches after she heard he called her slut, slowly, her hand is curled into fist.

“You and your beloved General Ghorbrani broke every-“

“Do not speak his name!” Hassan shouted at Soap, cutting him off. He’s forcibly held by Alejandro.

“You executed him, and you will pay for your crimes! Only God can help you now!” He rolls his tongue at Graves angrily.

“I want this bastard in permanent custody or looking up at the goddamn grass!” Shepherd snarled his strict demand through the broadcast.

“General,” Laswell quickly intervened, “Killing Hassan is an act of war, keeping him here is illegal. Right now, he is too hot to hold.”

Shepherd sighs, adjusting his seat. “Tell me you’re getting something actionable, Laswell.”

“Working on it, stand by.”

Graves grabs the laptop and places it on the vehicle’s hood. “Actual, let me finish this.” he loses patience for a second.

“There is nothing I’d like more,” Shepherd agreed with the Commander, “But Laswell's right. Without proof we need to turn him loose. See where he leads us.”

Sigma’s eyes widens after hearing this. Releasing him?! Nonsense! She would’ve asked the questions about the missiles, not Graves. So much for General saying this, making the wrong decisions.

“What?! You can do that!” She joins Graves beside him.

“She’s right! He’s right there, you can’t be serious!” Soap joins along, looking at the screen.

“I’m afraid I am, you both.”

“Oh, bullshit!” Sigma hits the vehicle’s hood and starts to pace out, hands on her hips.

Ghost is holding Hassan’s phone with his right hand, looking at it while standing in place. “Did we get anything from his phone?”

“Affirmative, we got a hit.” Laswell concluded, but not much information required.

“Good. Now, take him back and let him go.” Shepherd confirms.Hassan is watching them, with a smile on his face. Alejandro shoved a black bag back on Hassan’s head, hiding his smile.

“Up, asshole. Come on.” Alejandro grunt in Spanish, raising Hassan back on his feet, dragging him to the vehicle. Ghost shoves Hassan’s phone in his pocket, walking past him.

Soap looks at the laptop and closes it, letting it a grunted sigh. Sigma walks to Graves, clearly not proud.

“That was completely stupid.”

“Call stupid to General who made the choice, but not me.”

“He’ll cause more damage with those missiles, we may be not find who the target is! And we’re just taking him like that?!”

“Sigma…” Graves sighs. “We need to know. I wanted to finish that guy, you wanted to right? Kickass name. We’ll find the missiles and it’s going to be over.”

“Unbelievable…” Sigma shakes her head and walks to the vehicle, avoiding the argument with him. Soap watched it from afar and follows her, gun in his hand.

So much coming to Mexico with Air Support and work with the Shadows, SAS operators and Los Vaqueros. She’s not done yet. She never had blood on her hands in battlefield. Her blood boils by General’s choice, she’s careful with people who can trust the most.

And been in Air Force for 4 years, finally fighting on the ground with heavy loads on her shoulders...

...

Yippeeee, I might draw some cutscenes whanever I can!

[the-switch-conspiracy]

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There was a hand on his head. Long, calloused fingers carding through the strands. Backwards and forwards it strokes, nails lightly catching against his scalp. The sensation filled Shen Yuan’s body with a groggy pleasure, each scrape tickling the nerves of his spine with little sparks. Sensing his waking, the hand shifts as if to pull away. No! Don’t stop… he presses his head firmer against the hand. Movement beneath his cheek, the shifting of fabric covering the warmth beneath. A firm thigh, a welcoming lap, and vibrations… this person was laughing?

It made something inside him feel… he buried his face further into the fabric, infused with a rich scent. Leather and sword oil, a hint of earth and forest, clean sweat and the slightest spice of some sort of soap? He breathes deeper as if it would help to pint point the exact spice used, only to feel his face flushing. How shameless he was acting, he didn’t want to leave. The vibrations grew stronger, the chuckle finally leaving the stranger’s lips. It was deep and warm, melodious and masculine. There was a familiarity to it he couldn’t quite shake, though he was certain he’d never heard it in this form.

The hand travelled from his crown, to the base of his neck. Firm pads weaving soft circles, warming the skin with each pass. There was a tentativeness to the motions, for all the liberties this man was taking. His hands shook, slightly, so slightly, matching the skip of his heart. It was as if he was touching something priceless, divine; something he’d hopelessly yearned for, and never thought he’d have the chance to grasp. With this touch of skin to skin, with each minute motion it became clear; this person’s devotion... this goodness… ahh! He had to know what face would match!

He made to move his head, and the hand shifted from his neck to his spine. He felt dizzy, as he raised his eyes to meet the stranger’s. Sharp phoenix eyes, the colour an ever-shifting ocean. Grey and blue, purple and silver, black and deep. A face beautiful and delicate, but firm and handsome, beauty mark there one second and gone the next. It was the face of a dream, constantly changing in small ways but always exceptionally pretty despite the uncanniness. The robes grey and white, or white and blue, extravagant, or simple, or wild with furs. Yet with every change, the feeling remained. This was undoubtedly the same man, in his many multitudes. He’s smiling, awkward and small and so fragile, like the look was unaccustomed to his face; and Shen Yuan promised himself it wouldn’t be. That smile of his could start wars, and it deserved to be there every day.

His eyes were firm and resolved, though hid more of that vulnerability deep inside. His lips pursed, and oh he was talking? But no sound fell from them. Shen Yuan tilted his head up further, confusion no doubt settling on his face. He really was trying, but the constant shifting made it hard to read his lips!

I’m sorry, but, I can’t understand what you’re saying? The brows furrow, eyes narrow, the expression settled so naturally on his face! That look in his eyes increases, terrifying in its intensity, as his lips pull down into a frown. The man tries again, his mouth forming words Shen Yuan could not decipher. One hand spread firm against his back, the other reaching to cradle his face, the frustrated frown softening into a sharp uncertainty. His hands still trembled, as they so carefully held him. So what else was Shen Yuan to do but reach out? His hand hovered close enough to the other’s on his face, that he could feel the heat in his fingertips. Contact, the delicate bones of his wrist flexed as the man struggled not to move. Strong tendons, sharp knuckles, his fingers slip between, both pairs pressing against his cheek. The trembling increased, the man’s eyes widening as the faintest pink crept into his cheeks. The smile returned, reverent. The flush to his cheeks, the shining eyes, that pretty face! This one could almost mistake you for a maiden! Shen Yuan pressed closer, his own lips parting, to… to...

Shen Yuan slipped. The sky shifted from soft blue to crimson streaked with grey. The man’s face twisted into to protective fear as he lunged towards him, fell through him. Immaterial. Two people passing each other in the growing dusk. Alone, Shen Yuan, standing in the quickly approaching darkness as the world around him turned to void. Nothing around him, nothing above him, a smooth black slate beneath his feet. A smooth black slate in front of him. Its surface shifted, lightened, until he was staring at a familiar image. Two men sat intertwine, one holding a hand to the other’s face, the other holding said hand fingers interlocked. He couldn’t see the face of the held man, his back turned towards him, but he had the sinking dread that came from seeing the reflection in a fun-house mirror from the corner of your eye.

The other however, was gazing down with shining joy at his partner. His hair riotous with curls, then windswept, then straight. Black eyes shining, gleaming like stars even at this distance. Handsome, in a way that causes the pulse to race, and draped in black and red, white and red. His face, it hurt him inside to look at. Deeply aching to his very soul, he felt tears well to his eyes as he pressed against the window. I know you. I know you well. So why does it feel like..? It was like dying a little, like losing himself. Some part of him had been ripped away, and he knew, he knew when he woke it’d be gone. Even this pale mirror of a moment. This window he was locked behind. Like in his own dream, the sky shifted, the men dispersed. Leaving nothing but his own reflection in the black slate. His own distraught face. His soul had been cracked, torn asunder.

The reflections head tilted and anger crossed his features, it’s hand pressed against the other side of the glass. Ah so this…

Will it be worth it? The price we paid?

What are you talking about? He feels… he feels like he’d forgotten more than he knew. That he’d been bestowed upon some great knowledge, and it had cracked his skull and the delicate muscles within to soup. Soup that slipped between his fingers.

You.. you don’t even know? What the System left you? What it took? What you gave away!?

No. no. He thinks, there must have been a terrible error. The mirror shook his head in disgust, his eyes burning.

Of course, I see the game it’s playing, ah, we – we really are a bit stupid.

That hurts, a bit. But the sense that he’d been played- is it an unworthy trustfulness in others or apathy that makes him put his faith into a system that betrays it? The other turned his head, his eyes…flicker... from familiar black to sickly poisonous green. The hand against the mirror clenches into a fist, knuckles pale from the strain.

It’s fine. If it wants to play, well, we just need to beat it at its own game. Even if you can’t remember what, remember at least that you’ve forgotten something. Keep your mind open, I’ll do what I can. We are, after all, in this together.

He smiles, twisted and sombre, his eyes fall shut.

And together, even like this, is better than apart.

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[sainz100]

just emoting under the cut, I gotta get some personal feelings about tumblr off my chest ahh

I am so used to being alone that I've forgotten how to make friends!! which isn't to say I don't love talking, omg I love when you meet someone you can 'yes, and' with, who you can gush about your faves with, to create wild things together, and to listen to one another when things get hard ❤️❤️‍🩹

but as much as I love those things, the initial ice breaking for me in the virtual world is so hard, especially now since so many people I admire followed me back!! 😵‍💫💦 I feel like I'm behind glass but also so scared I'll do something annoying or wrong when I venture out, that people will leave and I'll be alone again

which is not true!! everyone should blog and create what's true to their heart ❤️ and everyone is free to curate their space (not being mutuals doesn't mean you can't be friends! maybe someone just has a certain driver who gives them the ick or maybe they want to follow only aesthetic blogs or maybe they only want close-close pals on the TL, etc etc!) being followed is not a sign of approval or validation that you're good, because you are! (I'm telling myself this!!)

It's more that, I get so nervous. Maybe I'll like and reblog too much or maybe I'll ask something silly. I feel like I am so woefully behind on reading especially, and I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings that I can't catch up fast enough...or maybe everyone will move on to something new. which is fine, too! and good!! F1 especially with Daniel has been kinda heartbreaking recently. If it's not fun, folks will move on.

but for a few months, it felt so special. To be here for Spa, for Daniel's races, to feel good that I could find things that made people happy, to feel so close to being a part of something, it was so unreal!! ✨

now it's over. and I can keep diving into the past. (I do love to search [especially since it's something I can do at the office on the fly!! or when I'm so absolutely empty after work, mindlessly looking around for something] and I can search for things when the season comes back and I love to gif special events in the off season) but I keep opening this app and feeling so empty, like I'm doing it wrong

and when I do open up, I do it on other blogs, and I get so sad like "ahhh maybe I should've just done it here!!" instead of breaking up pieces of me all over the dang place and getting sad that no one knows who I am

anyways, I think I'm overthinking it! I am! It's not this deep, but it does mean so much to me. And I'm just scared I'll do something wrong, a self-fulfilling prophecy! I used to be so active in a fan discord for a musician (Käärijä, if you're curious!) and I got this same feeling of not knowing how to connect or feeling like I'd make a mistake when everyone there was so lovely 🥺 I kinda can't stand Käärijä anymore, so I didn't go back. I left when I was getting out of a hard living situation irl. I still feel so bad for not going back to properly say goodbye. Life just got so busy

and it is hard irl, I am always at work in an empty office (everyone else is remote!) and then I go home to an empty apartment (just moi!) and see friends on scant weekends (which I treasure!) but all that is to say that I'm sorry!! I'm trying to get life rebalanced, and I keep thinking I can't make friends until I've got life figured out!! also not true!! We're all figuring things out, and we'll be figuring things out forever, there is no "ahh I'm done growing! Now I can enjoy life!"

tl;dr!!!!!!! I'm still figuring things out ❤️ and I will try to connect while I grow 🌱 every kind message and tag and note means so much. I'm wanting to send more out to you too!! I want to reach out, and I'm learning how to do that again, so thank you for being patient with me (especially if you read all this ahh!! I love you!!) ❤️❤️❤️

anyways Autumn out!!!! and I'm not even going to overthink this big old post like I usually do (not every message and tag or post or fic needs to be overwrought like its make or break!!) it's just me. We're all just being ourselves here on tumblr and that's so wonderful, that's the part that matters most!! ❤️✨

[ladylooch]

Uhhh. Seeing all this jealous asks and angst ones.

What about jealous miles or you ?

-👢

A/N: Hello, hello! Thank you for your patience while I got lost in the Meiers :) I am going to use this to start talking more about Kailey and Miles. I hope you don't mind! So here they are... the next AU, Shot In the Dark 😘

Miles Wood is the life of the party tonight.

One of his college teammates married his college sweetheart and the BC boys have shown up the way they always do- loud, slamming shots, and dancing their thick asses off.

The last few days have been filled with meeting new people and hearing all about Miles in college. If I thought he was wild now, apparently I haven’t seen anything yet. There was the time he passed out drunk on the front lawn. The time he was the reigning beer pong champ on campus for both of his years. And of course, the way he could look at a girl and get her panties to drop. Miles had steered that conversation away quickly, joking that those days are far behind him. Cause he’s got me. 

But from my view of the dance floor, some habits are harder to drop than he may realize.

“Ahh Woody is on his shit tonight.” A drunk, Colin White tells me as he tosses an arm around my shoulder. “He always gets wild with the girls to this song.” The song is “Just a Lil Bit” by 50 cent. Miles is in the center of the dance floor, shirt blown wide open, tie around his head as he shakes his ass in the middle of a bunch of blondes. “Don’t worry. He’s obsessed with you.” Colin drawls after another sip of whiskey. 

“And yet we haven’t talked since dinner.” I snort. My tone sounds bitter, even to me. Jealous too as we both seemingly forget we had one another in the abandoned coat check room during cocktail hour. 

“Go get your man then!” Colin jokes, nudging me forward.

“I’m not chasing someone I came here with. Tell him I headed back to the hotel?”

“Uh…” Colin’s dopey, buzzed grin falls off his face. “Wait…”

I don’t. Instead I start making my break towards the exit. 

“Baby!” I hear behind me as I push open the doors to the main entrance. The key to Miles’ Range Rover is tucked in my purse. I’m long sober. We had agreed I would stay sober tonight so he could enjoy. But that was before he paraded blondes in front of me, twirling them around and inserting his infectious giggle after every sentence from of their mouthes. 

“Kailey!” My heels keep stabbing the concrete. I don't turn or slow down for him. Unfortunately, we got here late and parked in the way back. 

“Kails, stop.” Miles calls again from behind me. His tone causes my steps to slow. He’s turned gentle and soft. I look over my shoulder at him. He hustles closer, hands stuffed in his pockets. “Where ya going?”

“Back to the hotel. You don’t seem to need me here anymore.” Miles gives a light, laughing scoff. 

“What?”

“Don’t do that.” I wave my hand at him. 

“Babe, I asked you to come on the dance floor with me.”

“There was no room.” I snap. “Too many blondes who’s panties were falling.” 

“Oh.” Miles catches on, chuckling. “Baby, are you jealous?” He is laughing incredulously like he can’t believe it. This has never happened between us. Not with the women wearing his jerseys at games or their pleas to hook up on social media. Never. It usually doesn’t bother me. He’s a smoke show, but he’s mine. And that is usually enough. 

Not tonight, in his hometown, where I’m the outsider in his world. 

“Baby. You…” he fades off with another laugh. “Have nothing to worry about.” I stay where I am, but cross my arms over my chest at the cool breeze slapping my bare skin. “What you are to me means you never have to worry about anyone, ever.” He pulls his suit jacket off while walking towards me. The silky lining makes me shiver when he drapes it along my bare shoulders. He closes the lapels together into his fist, then tugs me forward with the fabric. I brace my hands on his abdomen as we crash together. “Kiss me, jealous girl.”

But his lips lock to mine before I can contemplate his request. I wrap my arms around his big shoulders, letting him guide my hips back and back and back until I am laying down on the hood of someone’s car. Miles falls over me, shoving his tongue into my mouth. When we need air, he pulls away, looking at me breathless, brown hair splayed along the dark car, green eyes wild with desire for him. 

“All mine.” He murmurs, stroking a finger down the valley between my breasts. I reach for the bulge in his pants. “All yours.” He reminds me. “This too.” He places his hand over his heart. “Always yours. I’m sorry.” He finishes as he puts his hands on either side of my head. I tug at one side of his open dress shirt, pulling him back down to my lips. “The rest of the night you’re the center of my attention. Wanna see your ass moving on the dance floor.”

“There? Or in our hotel room.” Miles kisses down my jaw to my collar bone. He continues down to the edge of my dress on my left breast. He bites the skin there.

“Maybe the car? As you’re riding me…” He trails off, moving lower. He uses one finger to plunge the fabric down to expose my hard nipple. He sucks it into his mouth as I clutch his curls with my fingers. 

“Car sounds good.” I choke out. He laughs against my skin. He pulls me into his arms, carrying me down to his Range Rover, teasing me with his stiffness with each long stride towards the black car.