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goddessalthena · 8 months ago

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UsaMamo Week 2024 - Day 3/6 - Inspired by a Song/Coffee

Late again, and it's tough to say how late because this is technically two prompts in one. I was originally planning to write this as a song fic, but wasn't really feeling it leading up to the event week. Then last night I read @caelenath's awesome song fic and felt inspired to take another look at my outline.

This is not the whimsical lark that my other UsaMamo week pieces have been (which is why I was torn about writing it) but it's an idea that's been nagging at me for a while now. This is only the first part of three, but I thought it would be nice to post it for the event.

Title: Happier Summary: Mamoru wants a cup of coffee. Rating: T (for language) Words: 1722

“Thirty eight!”

Chiba Mamoru is not a melodramatic person. He is not given to histrionics. Flagrant displays of emotion are simply not his thing. Indeed, he is a calm, composed, and exceedingly rational human being. Life is stressful—his arguably more so than most—and he prides himself on his ability to ‘rise above’. But if this beanie-wearing, mouth-breathing barista doesn’t call his number in the next sixty seconds he might just lose it.

“Thirty nine!”

Mamoru stares down at his receipt and wills the numbers to change. Unsurprisingly, they remain the same. He can transform into a superhero in the blink of an eye, but he can’t change a number on a piece of paper. It may be the caffeine withdrawal talking but this seems…unfair. Unjust. Unacceptable. He is a reincarnated prince, the rightful heir to the planet beneath his very feet, and yet he cannot get a simple cup of coffee.

“Thirty seven!”

Are they counting fucking backwards now? He takes a breath and stuffs the receipt in his pocket so he can run a hand through his hair. He needs to calm down. He’s just tired. He’s had another rough night of precious little sleep and this is just a bad morning. That’s all. One bad morning. At the end of a bad week. At the end of a bad month. He just—

“Forty!”

He just really needs some coffee. It’ll be ready soon. So long as they serve him in the next—he checks his watch—four minutes he can still make it to the hospital before his shift starts. He thinks. He’s only just started at UoT and he’s still not used to the bus transfers. Getting to Keio was much simpler. He didn’t have to get up so early, and the coffee shop across the street was much faster. Not to mention better. He misses that coffee. He misses Keio. He misses sleeping. He misses…a lot of things.

“Forty one!”

Lucky number forty one strolls up to the counter to claim their prize. They walk away with a tall plastic cup full of frothy green liquid that looks like it was poured directly out of an infected nostril, and Mamoru can’t help but shudder when they take a long, noisy sip from the straw. Who comes to a coffee shop and orders…whatever that is? This is apparently a trend now—ordering non-caffeinated beverages at coffee shops—because the last ten people who have walked away from the counter have had similarly ridiculous drinks. Why does everything have to be dessert, or snot, in a cup nowadays? What’s wrong with a regular cup of coffee?

He needs to find another coffee shop.

“Forty two!”

He needs them to call his number.

He pulls out his phone to distract himself and scrolls through a list of notifications: weather, junk mail, update reminders—up to forty five now, he’s got to get around to doing that—and one text. His thumb hovers over the blue bubble for a moment or two before he eventually presses down.

Training session Fri or Sat ppl. LMK work schedules ASAP. No ghosting Chiba. Ur old ass is getting rusty. 👴

As Mamoru rolls his eyes three little dots appear at the bottom of the screen. He holds his breath.

“Forty three!”

He doesn’t look away from those three little dots, doesn’t blink, doesn’t breathe. He just watches them, transfixed, until finally—

I’ve got a shift at the restaurant Friday night, but I can do AM Sat wide open

He releases the breath he’s been holding in a quiet sigh. Just Makoto. Not— His thumb hits the back button of its own accord then scrolls down through the list of chats, until…there, near the bottom. Sandwiched between an old banking verification and a number he doesn’t even recognize. He reads the date to the right of the name and winces. Again, his thumb hovers.

“Forty four!”

He taps. A string of texts populate his screen. He doesn’t need to read them again, he knows them by heart. But he reads them anyway. Like he always does. He can’t help it. He’s weak; in these moments at least. When no one can see. He should stop looking now. Should close the window. Should delete the whole thread while he’s at it. But he won’t. He can’t. He can do a lot of things—has done a lot of things—but he can’t delete those words.

I love you, Mamo-chan.

“Forty five!”

I’ll always love you. Even if you’ve stopped loving me back.

“Forty five!”

I wish I knew why though. I wish you would tell me what I did wrong.

“Forty five! That’s four five, people. Four five!”

I’m sorry, I get it now, I won’t bother you anymore. Be happy, Mamo-chan. I want you to be happy.

“For the last time, forty five! Going once, going twice…”

Mamoru’s head snaps up. Forty five. Fuck. That’s his number.

He stuffs his phone in his pocket and rushes up to the counter and beanie-boy does not look happy. Mamoru begins to mutter an apology then stops as the barista shoves a large mug topped whipped cream, caramel, and chocolate shavings toward him. Mamoru looks from the mug to the mouth-breather and back again as his brain tries to comprehend what is happening. After an eternity of waiting they finally called his number and yet…this is not his drink.

The barista is staring at him with a bored, somewhat vacant expression and Mamoru can clearly see that he is wondering why Mamoru isn’t taking the mug and walking away. Apparently the barista can’t tell from Mamoru’s assumedly apoplectic expression that he has no intention of taking the mug. This mug is not his. It’s not what he ordered. It’s not what he wants. Apparently that’s just his life now. An endless string of miserable disappointments that he’s supposed to suffer through silently. But he’s fed up with being silent.

He wants his damn coffee, and he wants it right fu—

“Oh, hello, uh, hey, sorry, excuse me but…I think that’s mine actually.”

Mamoru blinks as a cheerful man with sandy blond hair steps up beside him. He points to the confectionery concoction on the counter and shoots Mamoru an apologetic smile before turning to the barista. “Yes, chocolate macchiato with caramel, right? I believe that’s mine and not this gentleman’s.”

Beanie boy looks from Mamoru to sandy-hair and blinks.

Sandy-hair glances at Mamoru and shoots him another overly apologetic look. “Right, umm, well, if it’s all right, I’ll just grab this and get out of your way.” Mamoru steps to the side and sandy-hair takes the mug and hurries away. Presumably to overdose on sugar.

Mamoru turns back to the barista.

Barista scratches his temple. The beanie must be itchy. Mamoru hopes it is.

“So…what was your order again?”

“Large. Black. Coffee.”

“Right. That’ll take a couple of min—” Beanie boy must have just learned to read facial expressions because his eyes widen and he takes a step back. “I’ll go get it now.”

Mamoru feels a little bit of the tension ease in his shoulders and he breathes a weary sigh. He’s being an asshole. He’s doing that more and more often now. He keeps telling himself it’s the long work hours and the lack of sleep, but he knows what the real problem is. It’s her. He misses her. But there’s nothing he can do about that so he needs to find a better way to cope than being rude to baristas. And co-workers. And neighbours in his apartment building.

The barista comes back with his to-go cup and Mamoru tries to smile and thanks him for the drink. The guy nods but appears otherwise unaffected and that’s fine. Mamoru’s not looking for a new friend, he’s just trying to be a decent human being. A tinkle of bells sounds as he reaches for his cup. A gust of air follows, and a familiar tingle between his shoulder blades compels him to turn. He follows the innate instinct before his mind can warn him against it.

The unmistakable sight of blond odangos makes his heart soar before the inevitable sensation of crushing gloom comes down hard upon his ribs. Just when he thought his morning couldn’t get any worse. He can’t handle this. Not right now. Not again. He’s not strong enough to face another awkward meeting, another painful interaction, another agonizing opportunity to break her heart. Why are they always bumping into each other? Why, in a city as big as this, can he not get through one single week without running into her? Why?

Mamoru knows why. Because they’re soul mates.

He looks around for an alternate exit, a side door, a window, anything so he can avoid being seen. Before he can consider hiding in the bathroom he realizes she’s not approaching the counter where he stands, she’s rushing over to a table. She’s out of breath, her cheeks are pink, and she’s spouting a string of apologies. He’s seen her look exactly like this countless times before, and he can’t help the smile that spreads across his face as the memories replay.

His smile disappears as a new memory implants itself in his mind.

Of Usako, rushing up to a table where a man with sandy blond hair is standing in wait. Where a man with sandy blond hair is taking her hands. Where a man with sandy blond hair is pulling her forward. Kissing her cheek. Making her blush.

“Don’t worry,” sandy-hair says, “your timing is perfect. Your drink just came out. I wasn’t sure if you wanted a muffin, a danish, or a doughnut, so I got one of each.”

Usako laughs with delight.

Mamoru heads for the door like the building is on fire. He doesn’t hear the barista calling after him, telling him that he’s forgotten his coffee. He doesn’t hear the tinkling of bells as he shoves through the door or the loud rush of traffic as he hits the sidewalk. All he can hear is Usako’s laughter play over and over in his head.

When was the last time he heard her laugh? When?

Mamoru doesn't know when. He can’t remember.

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Ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you But ain’t nobody love you like I do Promise that I will not take it personal, baby If you’re moving on with someone new

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Happy Birthday, Mamoru! Sorry bud, this is a breakup fic. What can I say? I both love and hate the breakup arc. The song that inspired this fic is Happier by Ed Sheeran.

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oatstheartificer · 2 months ago

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Adrift Chapter 2

Jacob tentatively approached the fizzling datapad and slowly picked it up off the ground, trying to turn the machine back on. Of course, it didn’t work. The internals were most likely fried, and he was very happy that they hadn’t used lithium batteries, or it would have blown up. But still, it was junk now.

“Hm. That’s seriously suspicious.”

He turned the broken datapad over in his hands, inspecting it. No external machines, no receivers. Which had to mean that whatever he had tried to open, had the kill switch embedded in the code. Not that he knew how to bypass that. He was an engineer, not a coding expert. Furrowing his brow, he sat down and began to think, really think. The only other person with him was Evelyn, and as far as he knew, she didn’t have anything to hide. On the other hand, seven thousand years was a long time by yourself, and maybe she just went crazy. Then again… if she had gone crazy, why leave him alive? Why bypass the lock to let him in here at all? Why help him so much if it was going to let him onto her scent and possibly become an obstacle? Wouldn’t it just be easier to kill him, and run the ship entirely with her clones? It didn’t add up.

Sighing, he picked up the datapad and stuffed it into his pocket. If he can get it working again, maybe he can get some answers. Of course that was harder said than done, datapads were not something he was familiar with, and from what he did know they were very, very compact. And he had fat fingers.

Opening the airlock back into the hallway, he shook his head and looked up at the ceiling- behind him, the drone that had detached and followed behind disappeared into another crevice in the wall. Of course, Jacob just continued on, having not seen what happened just a few feet behind him.

With a hiss and a clunk, the door sealed behind him as Jacob cautiously spoke out, looking to the wall and thinking of his next move.

“Hey, Evelyn, anything on where we are?”

The answer wasn’t immediate like before, but it was swift.

“Currently no. I’m trying to chart these stars and they just aren’t lining up with our galaxy maps of the Milky Way. Though I did find some information on our immediate surroundings.”

Jacob tapped the wall and started following the guide bands back to the mess hall. After all that, he needed a drink. Something with a kick.

“And that would be?”

He asked, running his hands over the tools in his tool belt. He still didn’t know if he should trust Evelyn after what happened in the server room, but he was going to give her the benefit of the doubt. He didn’t really have a reason to be suspicious of her, and letting him into the server room in the first place wouldn’t have really been a good move if she really had nefarious intentions.

“We're hardly using any of our fuel, since we’re orbiting a red giant. So that’s one thing. The star system has six planets, three being gas giants. One almost had enough mass to become a second star, but failed. It’s one of the few Brown Dwarves we have documented. The other three are barren, with no magnetosphere and no tectonic activity.”

Jacob turned a corner and paused, looking into the mess hall. There were several drones, all security, floating around the tables.

“Evelyn, what’s up with the drones?”

He asked, looking warily around the mess hall. The drones all turned, their camera flashing red and blue for a moment before they vacated the room.

“Routine patrols. For some reason every single programmer put the mess hall on these things's routes, so they all end up here at the same time sometimes.”

Jacob raised an eyebrow before slowly walking over to one of the food printers. Punching in his order, he listened to the mechanical whirrs of the machine Slowly, agonizingly slowly, the cup rose from the plate as the printer finished making his drink. With a woosh, the amber liquid filled the cup waiting below.

“Jacob, please tell me that’s coffee-”

Evelyn said disapprovingly as Jacob grabbed the cup and took a sip. It burned delightfully as the fluid made its way down his throat.

“Nope, but it does have caffeine.”

He gave one of the cameras- or what he thought was a camera- a wink as he took another drink. It was a concoction he snuck into the printer database while no one was looking, a real special concoction of Energy Drink and bourbon. No he didn’t have a drinking problem.

“Uh huh…. I’m just gonna take a look at what you- JACOB!”

Evelyn’s voice boomed from the speakers, shrieking as they reached their highest frequency, making him wince.

“That can’t possibly be good for you! I’m taking it away.”

Jacob watched as a medical and security drone made their way towards him, the medical drone’s hanging arms splitting into several tendrils as one dipped into his cup and siphoned away the contents.

“You’re no fun Evelyn. I’m the only crew member, not like I can hurt anybody…”

He sighed, but didn’t put up a fight. The medical drone floating away, one of the tubes hidden in its undercarriage barely visible- and full of his mystery drink.

“Damn…”

He shook his head, before punching in a new code into the food printer. This time, straight black coffee filled a new cup, steaming hot and bubbling still as he grumbled. Sitting down at the table, he shot the security drone a dirty look as it floated away.

“I saw that. Look, I know you can’t hurt anyone, but you’ll hurt yourself. WE only have each other and i can’t have you chasing the bottom of a bottle.”

Evelyn’s voice seemed…sad. He looked down into his coffee cup and bit his lip. He had been so busy thinking about how she could have been hiding something, and stealing his drink he hadn’t stopped to think about what she might be feeling. Even though she was an artificial intelligence, she was still a person. She was probably just as worried, if not more so, about ending up alone. At least with him, his suffering would end eventually. She… was practically immortal.

“Sorry, Evelyn. I didn’t think about it. I’ll drink in moderation only.”

He sighed, giving the security drone a smile- before the lights abruptly shut off. Only the red glow of the Red Giant outside illuminated the mess hall as Jacob looked around.

“Evelyn?”

He asked, standing- and launching himself into the ceiling. With a heavy thunk, he collided with the metal and winced, rubbing his head. He felt a pretty large lump where it had struck the ceiling, and cautiously pressed the button on the side of his helmet. With a hiss, it sealed into place, his breath briefly fogging up the visor before his vision cleared again.

“Fuck, no gravity. Which means no power. Evelyn must be in power save mode..”

Grunting, he pushed off the ceiling, heading into the hall. Carefully making sure he didn’t put too much force behind his legs and slam into the floor. He succeeded and gazed at the guide bands on the wall- all now slightly off hue. He carefully read each one before tapping the red band. Carefully, slowly, he pushed off in the direction of the band. He didn’t need to get lost, and although he did help design the ship, so had every other crewmember. So he knew less than he thought, and he knew that. He just needed to mitigate his own confidence in knowing the ship and he would be fine.

Entering a hallway without light from the star they were orbiting, Jacob slowed himself. Red blinking lights floating ahead only told him that something was in his path. Most likely, drones that had no central intelligence to guide them, so they shut off in the middle of whatever they were doing. And hitting one of those while barreling down the hallway would suck, so he slowed himself and began to gently push the machines out of the way. Not that they could feel, he just didn’t feel like fixing them if they got damaged. Eventually, and it was eventually, he got through them all. A lot of them had clumped up, probably due to the weak gravitational pull between them- or maybe they just all happened to be near one another when the power went out.

“Alright engine room engine room…”

He looked to the wall as the light of the red giant poured back into the ship through the windows, searching for the red band- and found that both of the bands in this hallway were red.

“Well that’s not good.”

He tapped his chin, before shrugging and randomly choosing one- pushing down the hallway and quickly making a left as the band split in two. Truthfully, he was probably following the wrong band, but if he was he could just have to- he paused, grabbing onto one of the many latches in the walls and walls, meant for this very possibility. The ship was getting colder, he could see ice starting to form on the windows as the condensation within the ship cooled. He wasn't going to be able to double back like he had hoped if he was wrong. Pushing himself forward with a grunt, he shot forward, deftly avoiding another floating drone. Barreling down the halls now at full speed, he nervously watched as ice formed all over the ship, the glow of the star making the ice crystal shimmer iridescently as he shot past. He was sweating, the droplets condensing in his hair before the suit siphoned it away.

As metal and glass, and now ice, whizzed by, something grabbed his gut. It felt…wrong, like something was very wrong, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He went to wipe his forehead, hand clunking against his helmet and chuckling to himself as the gut feeling grew stronger. Though he had to ignore it. He didn’t have time for gut feelings, he had an engine to get back online. Or he’d freeze. Most likely.

Bursting into a large room, he pumped his fist as he saw the familiar shapes of the engine. The large pipes carrying hydrogen to the reactor all funneling into the massive central metal and concrete beast at the center. Warning labels and radiation symbols covering the area as he pulled out his wrench, slotting it into a lever and pulling slowly. A section of wall peeling away as the emergency door is opened. The watertight tube holding the control rods in the center of the- wait. Something wasn’t right, the room was covered in small round balls. Or most of the room, since the only light in here was from the red giant behind him, from the hallway. It was actually quite dark.

“Shit, it’s too dark to really see in here… there has to be a flashlight or something in the engine room.”

He backed away from the door- almost relieved, as he didn’t really want to know what those round balls were. Maybe the control rods had broken, and that was the radioactive fuel leaking out in globs. He shuddered and began digging through the containers laying around. Mostly, it was tools, but eventually-

“Aha! There you are.”

He crooned, pulling out a heavy looking flashlight. While it was clunky, the moment he turned it on it became apparent why. It flooded the entire engine room with light as if it were trying to emulate the red giant looming outside. Carefully keeping the light pointed away from himself in the interest of not going blind, he stood in the doorway into the reactor once more. And froze.

“Oh come on.”

He muttered, teeth grinding together as his eyes darted around the room. Plastered all over the reactor room were small, fleshy sacks. They almost looked like muscle that had been taken off the bone, rolled into a ball, and slapped onto the walls and left there. Wet, dripping with some sort of mysterious red liquid, and pulsing. There were hundreds of these little sacks, connected together with long strings of what looked like more flesh or maybe just some sort of ooze. And he did not like the look of them. If he wasn’t about to die of hypothermia he wouldn’t be stepping foot into this nightmare, but he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter.

“Fuck this, fuck that-”

He whispered, pushing off whatever clean edges he could find, avoiding the fleshy nodes as best he could. So far so- All of a sudden, the ship lurched, spinning. Jacob didn’t move, but the entire room around him spun like a top on its head, slamming his right arm into one of the pustules with a squelch. Screaming in pain, he tried to yank his arm out of the fleshy mass, but the bulb seemed to expand, engulfing the entire limb. He could feel bone cracking, bits of his environmental suit flying everywhere as flesh was ripped from his arm- it hurt.

“Get the fuck off me!”

He screamed, pushing off the floor, trying to rip the beast off his arm. The other flesh bulbs seemed to be wiggling, like they were laughing at his predicament. The room, still spinning, was hard to navigate, especially with this thing ripping into his arm. Distracted, he tried to grab one of the rapidly moving handles on the wall with his good arm, blood spraying out from his other limb. Turning his head, he only had a few moments to watch as the bar he had been trying to grab rapidly rushed towards his face.

Jacob groaned as he lifted his head off the mess hall table, hair sticking up in all directions. Jumping to his feet, he began to check himself over. No rips in his suit, no pain in his arm. He didn’t even look like he had moved from his spot at the mess hall table.

“Evelyn!”

He yelled, her voice quickly popping up from a speaker.

“Yes Jacob? Your heart rate is elevated, what’s wrong?”

Jacob whipped around towards the voice, grabbing the edges of the speaker on the wall and staring into it.

“Turn on all the cameras, check the engine room, check everywhere, I think there’s something on the ship.”

He panted, wiping away the cold sweat on his forehead. There were a few seconds where the only thing that could be heard was Jacob's heavy breathing.

“Jacob, there’s nothing in the engine room. There’s nothing anywhere on the ship.”

Evelyn answered, worriedly. A medical drone moseying its way into the room and stopping as it’s armed unravelled into its several different tools, taking his temperature, checking vital signs, heart rate, chemical imbalances-

“Show me.”

He said coldly, taking out his datapad- and sighing as it sparked and smoked the moment he tried to turn it on. Growling, he turned, the various tools popping off of his skin as he stormed away, towards his room. Only glancing at the wall to make sure he was going the right direction

“Jacob! What has gotten into you. Nothing is wrong with the ship-”

Slapping his hand onto the scanner to his room, he listened to Evelyn try and calm him down through the speakers

“Shut. Up. I know what I felt and what I saw, why are you pretending you don’t know what I'm talking about?!”

He yelled, storming into his room and ripping open his locker. Pulling out his backup data pad, he tapped a few buttons and connected to the ship's cameras. Flicking through each room, he paused at the engine room. It was working normally, the emergency door closed tight as it should have been.

“I- i saw it, i felt it!”

He shouted, gripping the data pad tightly in his hands. He opened the door to his room and bolted out, not hearing what Evelyn had to say as he bolted down the halls. No ice crystals, no evidence of any collisions between drones… and as he burst into the engine room, he saw all the crates tightly closed. Not even the one he had pulled a flashlight out of was open. Frantically grabbing his wrench from his belt.

“Jacob, what are you doing? JACOB DON’T OPEN-”

Ignoring Evelyn, he grunted as he pried open the emergency door, the large door slowly opening- and saw the reactor, the control rods all in place, blue light illuminating the entire room. And no pustules. No fleshy tendrils connecting anywhere. Nothing.

“What- “

A security drone’s cold grasp grabbed his shoulders, yanking him away from the reactor. Dragging him out of the engine room as another drone closed the emergency door, sealing it in place while Jacob was pulled away.

“What the fuck was that Jacob?! You know that if the engine is running the reactor is active, you could have just absorbed enough radiation to kill you!”

Her angry, synthetic voice reverberated through the halls as Jacob was pulled into the medical bay. The drone throwing him onto the tough bed, the scanners above, like metal arches with small bulbs, immediately getting to work.

“Now you’re going to need to go through radiation treatment! You could have DIED, Jacob!?”

Jacob stubbornly stared up into the ceiling as Evelyn ranted.

“X-ray my arm.”

He muttered, pulling out his working datapad. Evelyn only getting angrier.

“You had a bad dream Jacob! There’s nothing wrong with your arm!”

One of the machines began to slowly pan over his entire body, statistics being given to Evelyn as she redirected them to his datapad.

“See? Nothing is wrong with you besides having a LOT of radiation in your body.”

Jacob looked over his X-rays as the medical bed powered down, its job done. He panned over all the pictures, the data. There was his bone…the muscle… nothing was out of place. He could have sworn that something had happened, it had been so real. He hadn’t ever had a dream that vivid but…he supposed there was a first for everyone, and this was his.

“Now since you so stupidly ran into the reactor, you’re going to be taking a lot of pills. And you’re gonna need to flush your system.”

Jacob sighed and covered his eyes with his arm. The darkness was nice.

“I know. I know. It was dumb, I'll take whatever you give me Evelyn. Just- don't make it taste awful.”

Evelyn huffed, before a tube lowered from the ceiling, and dumped out several tubes. Each one contained a different bottle of medicine. One read ‘Potassium Iodide’, another seemed to be a thick red liquid, and the last one almost looked like vitamins. Carefully, Jacob picked them up off the floor and gave them a look over.

“That's it? You said a lot.”

He asked, turning to one of the cameras in the room.

“Yes, well these are for the moment. I need to observe you for a couple days to see just how badly you fucked yourself over. Then I can give you more. Your suit took most of the radiation, so you probably only have mild radiation poisoning. Most likely.”

Jacob scratched his chin as she spoke, listening best he could. He glanced down at his suit and slowly began stripping it off- pressing the button by his helmet to release the tightened fibers.

“-and one more- JACOB! WHY ARE YOU STRIPPING?!”

He paused and looked up, the entire suit almost entirely off his body.

“Well- if the suit took most of the radiation I should take it off right? It's irradiated now.”

He could almost hear her grab the bridge of her nose, if she had one. He didn't think it was unreasonable, but maybe she-

“Jacob. did you pay attention, at all, on earth? The environmental suits siphon the radiation into small beads of lead and then drop those on the ground. The suit is fine.”

He sheepishly pulled his suit back up, pausing as he saw his arm. While the X-ray had shown him he was entirely fine, there was a small red line around his bicep, almost like a seam. But the closer he looked the more it just seemed like it was from the suit. Like an impression from your bed from laying wrong.

“Right. Uhhh… Hey i'm starving, can my medicine be taken with food? I'm very hungry.”

sealing his suit back up, he opened and closed his fingers. He really was starving, he felt like his stomach was eating itself. Made sense, he hadn't eaten anything when he woke up, and then he's been working for who knows how long. Maybe that's why he passed out at the table.

“Well then head to the mess hall. And yes, you can take them with food. Just not caffeine.”

Jacon groaned as he found the magenta band, and began to follow. Behind him, the security drone from before seemed to be burning something. Its arm modified into a flamethrower, it was blasting flame into a small, charred ball on the ceiling…

In the mess hall, Jacob tapped the top of one of the printers. He didn't know what he wanted to eat, so he let his stomach decide. Just letting his hand tap away at the keyboard.

“Wow, you really are hungry. A whole ham, a pound of mash potatoes and sausage gravy.”

Evelyn said, surprised at the sheer amount of food he was printing.

“Oh, Yeah, I mean I haven't eaten anything today, so I figured why not get a large meal. If I don't finish it I'll have leftovers.”

Watching as a steaming ham was printed before his eyes, his mouth watered- and his arm shot out, grabbing the still steaming hot unfinished ham and shoving it into his face. With a yelp, he dropped the ham with a splat.

“ow!”

He looked down at his hand, and flexed his fingers. He must have been hungrier than he thought, if his hands were moving before his mind could stop them.

“Just…just wow.”

Evelyn teased, making Jacob roll his eyes. Punching in the code again (the nozzle stopped if the print was interrupted) he had to wait again for the ham to finish. This time, keeping his hand in check as the mouth watering smell of honeyed ham filled the room again. Well, doubled, since the ham on the floor also smelled delicious. But that one would need to be cleaned up, this one was for him.

When it finished, he carefully picked it up by the plate and carried it to the table. The moment he set it down onto the metal top, his hand grabbed a fistful of ham and shoved it into his mouth. His eyes watering as the heat hit his face again, he chewed. It was delicious, and took another bite. and another. And another. Taking sips from his red liquid (it tasted AWFUL, like liquid cherry medicine all the while.

By the time he finished the ham, his potatoes were done. His hand shot out and grabbed the plate again, shoving more food down his gullet. The gravy spilled from the nozzle onto an empty build plate as he licked his lips.

“Okay, increased appetite…not really a symptom of radiation, I hope that's just because you skipped your- breakfast?”

Jacob gulped down the last of his potato, holding up a hand while he did. fingers Twitching a bit

“Well it helps that it was delicious. Someone must have gotten top of the line printers because hot damn- that was amazing.”

He patted his stomach and glared at the rest of his medicine, before sighing and picking one up- and tossing it across the room.

“Huh?”

Both of them spoke in unison, as the orange bottle hit the wall and rolled around on the ground. Jacob looked at his arm, then the bottle, as he stood- walking to the bottle and picking it back up. Again, his arm moved on its own and tossed it across the room.

“Jacob, stop messing around.”

Evelyn said, irritated as a medical drone floated into the room.

“I'm not doing that on purpose. Maybe I have nerve damage?”

He asked worriedly, flexing his fingers as he tried again to pick up the medicine bottle- this time, he didn't toss it.

“Uh-huh. Totally.”

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Seven Sentence Sunday (Monday)

Thanks to @gioiaalbanoart for tagging me. It looks like I'm supposed to share a snippet from a WIP? If so, here goes. (Keeping the title a secret until the book is released.)

The planet Hesperos was cold and wet, like stepping in a puddle in your socks. The natives of the planet were the Gordians. They resembled bipedal tree frogs, but worked in inane office jobs instead of just hanging around in a tree all day.

Hesperos mostly produced junk that no one needed: fake designer clothes, plastic figurines of unpopular fictional characters, and electronics that burst into flames if you were foolish enough to risk turning them on. Gordian infonet programs were some of the worst entertainment in the known universe. They were particularly fond of gameshows like Price Gouging, Win Your Neighbor’s Car, and Gunpoint Trivia. They also exported food that was absolutely disgusting to anyone that wasn’t an insectivore. Even the Gordians wouldn’t eat their native cuisine unless they were dared to.

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Darkness Reborn ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Final Chapter Pt. 5 ~

*Keyboard Typing*

Cid : Come on, you piece of junk! Don't go ballistic on me, you piece of crap! This has gotta be the database the Time Eater has left something from Soul World. Now we can finally live up to this Soul Eater garbage and give the real world a piece of their mind. I can't wait to see the secrets of going behind the scenes of the manga itself.

Aerith : Whatever there is, there's plenty of database within computer memory space. I'm sure anyone will might know that this Shinigami had to cover up a few secrets.

Cid : You sure know how to feel like a genius that knows about computers and data, but I wouldn't mindly recommend Merlin of calling myself a smart ass.

Merlin : Language!

Cid : Sorry!

Sora : So, Tron. Did you find anything the Kusakabe database?

Tron (as the computer) : Hmm, I did find any database within the Kusakabe's data, but I believe that there are no evidence of Shinra's involvement with the Heartlesses. It's what the Time Eater has left something for after it destroyed the Ohkuboverse in half, only to make sure that Shinra died and one person that was executed, Shinra and his beloved Iris died before the last one was executed and has recorded some footage about a pink-haired witch who was a chained to a chair during the execution video. The men of his influence does like to keep truth out of the public eye and the witches their selves.

Sora : So who was the witch from the Ohkuboverse that the time Eater executed?

*SA2 SFX : ALARM BLARING*

[Black Noise (Space Colony ARK ver.) - Kenichi Tokoi]

Sora : Hey, what's happening?!

Cid : What the hell's going on?! What's happening?! What's all this?!

Squall : Sora! I just found out that something must've happened from the Space Colony ARK! The computer in the Central Control room, has been activated by the seven items.

Sora : How did you know that seven items have activated the control room? What are those items that Sonic was talking about? Is it the seven lights or, the seven dwarfs, I wonder what were those seven items? *DING!* Of course, the Chaos Emeralds! Some "one" or Some "thing" managed to use the Chaos Emeralds to activate the machine in the ARK's Central Control, where a mass weapon of destruction that is capable of destroying a planet. Codename : Eclipse Cannon!

Cid : Excellent idea, Genius! Why would some "one" or some "thing" used a bunch of jewels to activate the machine and caused a virus to make the data go haywire!? Maybe I bet it's the DWMA'S fault that is causing their problems on us! Tch! The bastards and their stinkin' weapons can all just suck my nuts and see if they like it.

Tron : (yelling in pain)

Sora : Tron! Tron! What's wrong?! Are you okay!

Tron : HRRRRGHHH!!! THE...THE EVIDENCE! I FOUND THE EVIDENCE! It's the footage that I found within the Kusakabe database, this is what made the heroes and villains of Soul World , I meant the humans and witches hating each other! It's this! (Shows the same of footage Inca chained to a chair) I found that the remaining survivors of the Ohkuboverse's attack, it's the pink-haired witch that originated the Majo Order in Soul World!

Cid : Well, I'll be a son of a gun. If it ain't the ancestor of Kimial Diehl, Inca Kasugatani. AKA the true mother of all witches that ruled over witchkind. But is still a thrill-seeking nutcase to Shinra after his 1000 years of death.

Sora : Now I that I officially explained to everything. I'm beginning to think that Kimial Diehl has a long lost relative and she's actually a descendant to the Japanese. Now I'm getting to the point of these plot twists that solves a great mystery and puzzles to figure it out. Smart move for a detective like her. Now I understand why the witches of Soul Eater existed in the first place. The Time Eater was using a copied footage of Gerald's Execution, and for that safety measures, it really is up to something that no one has ever done it along time, If Kimial Diehl was really a witch that was orginated from pink-haired japanese clutz who is a seeker of thrills and violence. I don't know why she went crazy just for Shinra.

*RUMBLING*

Cid : Oh, EFFING SON OF B*TCH! NOW WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON!?!

Sora : Guys! Look! It's the footage! It's making a broadcast that will spread across the globe! I think this must've been the Time Eater's doing!

[Madness - Kenichi Tokoi]

Cid : That crazy bastard...

[People mumbling]

Inca Kasugatani (seen from Footage) : Shinra-Kun, my dear. I am giving you this message to all of Real World AU. Listen to my voice carefully. I am giving Real World AU a warning that this will be their death sentence to every heartlesses that have scattered around the planet. So if my theories and caculations are correct, the Ohkuboverse will shatter the Real World in about 1000 years from the Ohkuboverse before the Time Eater destroys it all! You hear me, Shinra-kun? Both you and your foolish family will pay for your transgressions and your influece shall be vanished and destroyed in Real World AU, along with their great planet earth!

Shinra (Devil Chaos Chao) : No way...Inca. You're finally here to see me again.

Inca Kasugatani (Broadcasting) : I'll be waiting for you to see me again, Shinra-Kun. Don't forget about the platonic love we've created. Just hope that I wish that we could've find a different way for us to handle the pain and suffering that we did.

Shinra (Devil Chaos Chao) : No...Inca...It can't be...Inca, what happened to you? Why were you chained up? I'm sorry that even if you failed, I...I still had my chance of you making me chase after you! If I only wanted to save you, I could've saved both you and Iris. I tried...I tried! We all died...We all died and had our 1000 years of death, all because of you! (looks up into the sky, screams in rage) INCAAAAAAA!!!

*DBZ SFX : POWERING UP+RUMBLING*

"Shinra-Kun. At long last, I can finally hear your voice once more."

" I'm finally glad that you finally remembered me, the world you created shall cease into nothingness or end in Total darkness."

"Whatever fate shall holds, You will never forget me and I'll be there by your side."

"I gave my promise to you, Shinra."

"That is what I wished for."

Inca Kasugatani : Gomenne...Shinra-kun.

*TV BUZZING*

~ Eighty-First Scene : Love of a Witch ~

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Max couldn't place the end of the world in their timeline.

One moment, they were walking home from work, indulging themselves with wallowing in the hopelessness of capitalism and the menial job that neither paid them enough to live nor gave them the skills to find one that would, and the next, they woke to a land of dust and darkness.

The local grocer's they had woken inside of still had power. Nothing really seemed amiss in the frozen vegetables aisle, save for the smearing trail of blood that looped from the end of the chilly corridor into the frozen meal aisle on the other side. The sound of crunching had caught them, next. Once the shrieking nothingness of tinnitus had ebbed away, leaving only a headache in their wake, the gentle crackling and slurping of what must be the world's messiest eater told Max they were not alone. Max had not had enough time to process what they had missed before the smell of sulfur filled their nose and they were face to face with seven-foot-tall-worth of demon.

Max had never seen a demon–they were quite sure that all that faff about demons was a tall tale to scare children. And while this creature did not look like the story book illustrations of a demon–no red skin, fangs, hooves, etc–they knew it was a demon, at once.

Funnily enough, the demon looked just as surprised to see Max as Max was to discover the existence of demons while being face to face with one. The demon raised one solitary dark brow and waited, as if Max was meant to be apologizing for the confusion and didn't even bother to wipe away the brain matter clinging to the very edge of their lip. "How the fuck did you survive that?"

"S-survive what?"

"Survive wh–what do you mean? The Apocalypse. How did you survive the fucking Apocalypse?" Max opened their mouth to protest but was abruptly cut off. "No matter. I'll, um, I'll take care of you now and–" A long, shiny black blade materialized within dexterous digits and was promptly swung.

"Wait!" Max raised their arms, pleasantly surprised when the demon paused, his all-too-pretty face twisted in what they could only assume was confusion. "A deal. You guys make deals, right? I mean, I don't fiddle, but…"

"Will humans ever stop making that reference?" The demon paused and smirked. "Well, I guess now they will, but it really is very annoying. You don't have to fiddle, but I do require a soul." The blade disappeared. "If you keep me well-fed, I will let you get cozy in whatever's left on this pebble. If not, you'll do me just fine."

The first two were flukes.

Max, not really knowing what they were going to do to avoid their fellow humans' fate, had piled junk into an old backpack. The demon, whose name they had attempted to pronounce once before being told that if they did it again, they would meet the business end of a knife, rolled his eyes (a startling shade of pumpkin orange) and chalked it up to beginner's luck.

The next day Max returned with another soul.

And the next.

And the one after that.

After a month, the demon was at the end of their rope. Sure, they were well-fed and more than a bit entertained, but how? How did this human, this feeble thing that lurked in their chosen castle of the grocer's to steal whyphi–whatever that was–and eat cookies keep finding souls on a dead planet?

The demon turned an old brass pocket watch in his hands, the metal bubbling and curdling at his intensely hot touch. It was a piece of junk for all intents and purposes, but they could feel it, the sweet, heady thrum of a soul lingering within. "Where the fuck do you keep getting these from? Are there more humans still alive? And how do you trap them in these things."

Max smiled to themselves, taking another bite of an Oreo before responding. "No other humans, that I know of. I've checked everywhere."

The demon almost felt guilty for their companion's loneliness.

"I don't have to lock them anywhere. They're already in there." Max leaned forward, tapping at an inscription on the back of the watch that read Carry me with you, always. "The soul is in the intention. In wanting to be close. In the connection. I just need to find them."

Expression crumpled in thought, the demon turned the watch several times over before carefully placing in on a pile of shiny trinkets he had hoarded near his throne that he thought were pretty. The desire to consume that soul was… no longer pressing.

"You want a cookie?" Max offered quietly, sensing the demon's hesitation. "They're really good."

After a long breath, the demon reached out, talons closing around the chocolate and crème sandwich. Fingers appreciated the texture before twisting the sandwich apart, just like his human was showing him and eating the crème inside. He watched Max for a long moment before finally eating the chocolaty biscuit.

That single bite tasted like a bright, sweet soul.

“Where do you keep getting these from!?” The demon asked the last person in the universe, frustrated and confused as he was paid with a soul that had no right to exist.

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Since a red-sailed junk, full of posh guests toting a wide variety of emotional baggage, arrived on the shores of Koh Samui, Thailand seven weeks ago, HBO’s The White Lotus Season 3 has captivated audiences with relentless mystery, drama and intrigue. The third installment of the buzzworthy series has introduced us to a new ensemble while also bringing back faces from the past, and all the while, we’ve been left wondering who will make it out alive. You may have also found yourself wondering what you’d do if you were in the same shoes as White Lotus Maui spa manager Belinda Lindsey or whether or not you’d hit it off and become besties with big-hearted Brit Chelsea. For the best sense of which character you’d be, consider looking to astrology. Here, the White Lotus season 3 character you are, based on your zodiac sign. (Be sure to read your sun sign as well as your rising sign, if you know it. If you don’t, you can find it in your birth chart or by using this CafeAstrology calculator.) Aries: Chloe Fabio Lovino/©HBO/Courtesy of The Everett Collection Born under the sign of the Ram? You’re Chloe, played by Charlotte Le Bon. Although Chelsea identifies the model as a Libra rising, Chloe, the French Canadian current girlfriend of Greg, exudes characteristics of the first sign of the zodiac, associated with the First House of Self. An action-oriented, fun-loving go-getter, she has no time for nonsense and is all about living in the moment. She may not be a romantic like her insta-BFF Chelsea, but she’s fairly fearless, just like anyone born under the cardinal fire sign ruled by Mars, the planet of energy, sex and taking charge. Taurus: Kate Fabio Lovino/©HBO/Courtesy of The Everett Collection If you’re a Taurus, you’re much like Kate, portrayed by Leslie Bibb. The Texas resident is deeply loyal to her two best friends—Jaclyn and Laurie—whom she’s known since childhood, and being up for lifelong friendships is very much a Taurean trait. A fixed (aka resolute) sign ruled by Venus, the planet of relationships, Taureans appreciate creature comforts like luxurious massages and time spent chilling poolside as well as hitting the hay early, which Kate has proven herself to be a fan of. They’re also social butterflies, which explains why she was so interested in connecting with Victoria—someone she’d met once at a baby shower years ago. Gemini: Victoria Fabio Lovino/©HBO/Courtesy of The Everett Collection If you were born under the mutable air sign, known for being bubbly, chatty, social and fashionable, you’re the Ratliff matriarch, Victoria. It bears noting that someone born under the sign of the Twins is often quite sensitive to their surroundings. After all, they’re constantly picking up on all the information—and energy—around them, much like Victoria, who is iconically portrayed by Parker Posey. As a mutable sign, Geminis are also highly adaptable and can quickly—like their ruling planet, Mercury—shift from one mode to the next. She might gripe about it, but Victoria has shown herself to be a pro at going from couch-lock to mixing and mingling at the party du jour. Cancer: Belinda Fabio Lovino/©HBO/Courtesy of The Everett Collection If you were born with your sun (or rising) in the cardinal water sign, you likely identify with Belinda, a nurturing and caring aspiring entrepreneur and a proud mom to her son Zion, played by Natasha Rothwell. In White Lotus season 1, Tanya gravitated to Belinda because of her warm, maternal, compassionate energy, which Cancers can’t help but exude as natural-born caregivers. Deeply intuitive and loyal, Belinda is now piecing together what happened to her once potential investor, as anyone born under the emotionally intelligent moon-ruled sign would. Leo: Jaclyn Fabio Lovino/©HBO/Courtesy of The Everett Collection If you were born under the charismatic fixed fire sign, ruled by the confident sun, you know that soaking up the spotlight or feeling absolutely adored by, well, just about anyone and everyone, as actress Jaclyn, portrayed by Michelle Monaghan, is a major trait of the Lion. Leos often gravitate to acting as they love to be on stage, are fiercely ambitious and can be competitive, and they’re also in love with love or at least romance and fiery chemistry—all traits Jaclyn showcases while vacationing with her childhood besties. And as a fixed sign, Leos tend to lock into relationships for the long-run, which speaks to Jaclyn’s attachment to Laurie and Kate. Virgo: Amrita Fabio Lovino/©HBO/Courtesy of The Everett Collection Amrita, the meditation instructor and wellness specialist at the White Lotus Koh Samui, portrayed by Shalini Peiris, is deeply invested in helping others bolster their self-awareness, cultivate inner peace and feel more centered in their sense of self. (That’s all too clear when she’s working with guarded Scorpio Rick.) Associated with the Sixth House of Health, Virgos are on a perpetual mission to do exactly this, which is why if you’re a Virgo, you’re most in sync with this wise, caring character. And although the sign of the Maiden is ruled by messenger Mercury, which can cause them to deal with unwieldy mental energy at times, the earth sign also has it in them to exude the calm, grounded vibe that Amrita brings to this otherwise frenetic, drama-filled crew. Libra: Mook Fabio Lovino/©HBO/Courtesy of The Everett Collection Born under the romantic cardinal air sign? You’re most like Mook, the graceful, elegant, sweet and diplomatic health mentor and dancer played by Lalisa Manobal (who also happens to be a member of the wildly popular K-Pop group Blackpink). Ruled by Venus, the planet of beauty and pleasure, Libras are lovers of art, music, fashion and old-fashioned romance. Associated with the seventh house of partnership, Mook expects to be swept off her feet by Gaitok, because people born under the sign of the Scales know they’re basically royalty. Scorpio: Sritala Fabio Lovino/©HBO/Courtesy of The Everett Collection If you were born under the fixed water sign, you identify with Sritala (Patravadi Mejudhon), the co-owner of the White Lotus Koh Samui who is fiercely magnetic and even a little intimidating—Scorpionic traits owed to the sign’s co-rulers: dynamic Mars and control-seeking Pluto. Scorpios are drawn to and can easily command power, like Sritala. And as the sign associated with the Eighth House of Transformation and Intimacy, they are also invested in caring for their mind, body and spirit in meaningful ways—which means they’re absolutely the type to launch a premiere wellness program at a luxury resort. Sagittarius: Piper Fabio Lovino/©HBO/Courtesy of The Everett Collection The middle Ratliff child, played by Sarah Catherine Hook, is on a mission to explore her spirituality—specifically, Buddhism—and to work toward moving to Thailand for at least a year, a goal that speaks to her being aligned with Sagittarius, the mutable fire sign ruled by Jupiter, the planet of philosophy. If you were born under the sign of the Archer, you have an insatiable thirst for knowledge, understanding cultures outside of your own and burning wanderlust. Simply studying religious studies at a university stateside just won’t cut it for this go-big-or-go-home fire sign, which is why Piper is so deeply invested in landing at the Wat Phu Khao Thong meditation center to study under a famous Buddhist monk. Capricorn: Laurie ©HBO/Courtesy of The Everett Collection If you’re an industrious, pragmatic and no-nonsense Capricorn, you’re most like Laurie, the hardworking lawyer on a vacation with her two childhood besties portrayed by Carrie Coon. People born under the sign of the Sea Goat, ruled by taskmaster Saturn, are pros at putting their noses to the grindstone but often overwork and, in turn, desperately need to cut loose like Laurie. And putting up with pretenses is just not something the grounded cardinal earth sign is interested in, which is why Laurie has no qualms calling a spade a spade when her friends aren’t exactly being forthcoming. Aquarius: Tanya Fabio Lovino/©HBO/Courtesy of The Everett Collection Sure, Tanya is technically not in White Lotus Season 3, but hey, the specter of her very much is, as her death in Season 2 is a shadow over Belinda and Greg. And just like social, humanitarian air sign Aquarians, Jennifer Coolidge’s beloved character was able to hit it off with various guests, staffers and locals all over the map. Quirky, personable and marching to the beat of her own drum, Tanya was truly unique and even a little out there at times as Water Bearers tend to be, thanks to their modern ruling planet, Uranus, the planet of electrifying change. Pisces: Chelsea Fabio Lovino/©HBO/Courtesy of The Everett Collection If you were born under the mutable water sign, symbolized by the Fish, you’re most like Chelsea, the romantic, idealistic eternal optimist played by Aimee Lou Wood. (Although Chelsea says she’s an Aries, it’s pretty clear she has a good deal of Pisces in her natal chart!) 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3/22/2024

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(Elon-Bond)

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He Loves You

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In The Middle East

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Irany

Why Won't He Say

He Loves You

Just Rapes And Wars

Surely He's With

The Greatest Beauty

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Why Won't He Say

He Loves You

Thankyou For The PR

Commissions

Tips

Galore

We Know Any Mommies

Who Bought A Cybertruck

Did It For

#4BillionMothersStrong

#50ShadesOfGold

Why Won't He Say

He Loves You

My PD's Have Been

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Her Glorious Bottom

In Civil Law

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Why Won't He Say

He Loves You

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The Queen Is Dead

Why Won't He Say

He Loves You

Give You An

Orgasm

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Why Won't He

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Irany

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Globally

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the-firebird69 · 2 years ago

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There's a lot of these badly GTS out there and there's GT2 as well and they're driving around and they make a lot of noise and people are laughing and pointing it's all over the planet but we'll see the United States there's tons of them overseas is going to be a lot more but Europe there's a bunch and they make us so much damn noise and it's like the Volkswagen beetle but loud so it's hilarious but they have these backfires and scaring the s*** out of people it's a precursor preamble or whatever is getting ready for July 4th and some of it's working but really this is an incredible idea I've never seen so many people driving around and happy and a piece of junk cuz back then if you didn't fix it up right it didn't come out good and some of it kind of clunky a lot of art the GT2 is pretty cool but really the insides are awful. This is going global okay and the insides of the new one is a pretty cool because you can make it cheaply without making it really stupid looking it looks cool like a race car this is going to be intense and he wants to Stratus and people going to say stratosphere and they're going to be saying Vegas this is going to be intense and that's an old casino. I can't believe it there's a ton of cars

Hera

We see it too they're all over the world there's there's probably every single version you could ever imagine and they're only like seven versions each different paint color too and is only like 10 paint colors of each version and I'll tell you what this paint color is kind of basic but it's his style he said make it less a cheaper paint and you're going to see what's at the raceway that are painted nice and you're going to see some real nice rims and what it can really look like even the first one looks really really nice and hot you would not believe it

Nuada

And hot ok. The race is getting you up but really you got to stop that

Arrianna

We know you're going to have children someday but this is great and he says we have to be in the race tomorrow at least one of us somehow like Jen and she's laughing cuz she's raced before and even as maybe even as like her counterpart from the insurance company and so havoc it could be drawing into it. It's not really me and I know who it is and I do have to do work there and help her get it done a lot of times so if I can't I'm going to see if she can it's going forwards now Hera says. We're going to get ready for this this is going to be a huge event there's tons of people signing up all over the world and it's announced that the raceways yes it wasn't in the raceways with nuts trying to find out who and they're now figuring it out it's a real race and you want the beer too

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angstfactory · 9 months ago

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Aisley was seriously worked up this morning. It became clear fairly quickly that she didn't look to be near tears-- she was in tears. Made her stupid doe eyes that much more doe-y, because of-fucking-course it would. In fact, the woman's entire face was alive and flushed, which only served to annoy the human further. Aisley was one of those stupidly pretty women as it was, and it didn't seem okay that she was lovely even when angry crying. Couldn't she just... Have an ugly cry face? Damn near everyone else on the planet had to deal with ugly cry face, himself included, so what made her God's favorite? Ridiculous.

Regardless, Jesse couldn't recall a time she'd been this upset with him before, though. And honestly, it came out of left field for once. His last few nights in-particular, he hadn't even been home? Most of his time had been spent with his friends, mostly Willow and Avery, but Kai was quickly becoming a staple in these antics, too. So, truly, the male had little idea what it was this time he was supposedly responsible for since he hadn't recently gone out of his way to antagonize the woman.

Whatever it was, though, Jesse was certain it couldn't be anything as dramatic as Aisley was making it to be. Full on crying and screaming at him before the sun was fully overhead? Pfft.

"I hate your plants," Jesse corrected her, because that was important. Of course the most important things to her would be what is a massive pain in the ass for him. Her stupid plants kept encroaching onto his property, and half the damn time they'd take over junk that had been laying about like that was their new home. But otherwise, he couldn't care less about plants and nature in one way or another, usually. Not his cup of interest, alright? "Oh come off the horse, Ais," once more, eyes rolled heavenward at her dramatics. "Don't victimize yourself here, alright? Don't try and act like your opinion of me is fuckin' sunshine n' roses, yeah? You think I'm shit." He scowled. She had some audacity in her, to stand there and berate him like it was only him with a problem. She didn't like him, either, and she'd made that plenty clear on more than one occasion, herself.

"Gee, let's see," Jesse took a step forward and lifted a hand as he started to count off on each finger every little wrong she'd caused him since she darkened the stoop of that property next door seven months prior, "you routinely drive me out off my own property through torture techniques-- who the fuck listens to romantic classical music at all hours of the day?! You let your plants run havoc across my boundary all the time! I'm pretty fuckin' sure you're the reason I've got dandelions growing on TOP of my trailer?! You've already cost me a couple grand on scrap because you keep having the fuckin' city come by n' remove it! You've tried to sick the sheriff on me numerous occasions-- you just forget that, huh? You got it in your fuckin' thick head that your property line is like, five feet into mine! Should I go on? I would, but I've run out of fuckin' fingers!" Now the man threw up his hands in frustration himself, because this wasn't how he planned to start his day: getting chewed out by Aisley and he didn't even know what for, this time.

"Why don't you just get off my property, huh? I'm tired of seeing you already," Jesse waved a dismissive hand at her before presenting his back, fully planning to head back into the trailer to do literally anything else but deal with her.

She wanted to smack him.

Aisley prided herself on her control and her ability to maintain her composure and patience, and Goddess only knew, but this particular man had given her more than enough opportunities to practice both since she’d moved back to town. She thought she deserved an award for not encouraging nature herself to try and drive the man away. Granted, it might take a forest springing up and trapping him in his trailer for him to get a clue, but she’d resisted allowing more than a few minor nuisances to escape her. Cause no harm except in necessity might be the central tenet of her entire belief system.

And yet, right this moment, Aisley Shaw wanted to smack Jesse Cowen to see if she could knock some manners into the bloody jerk. Impatient with her tears now, she dashed them away with quick swipes of her fingertips. “Don’t you ‘what’ me!” she snapped back. Her hands flew up and apart, more expressive than she’d ever been in conversation with him before. “I get it, you hate plants. That’s been made perfectly clear more than once. Goddess only knows, you’ve threatened mine enough for me to have no doubts about your opinions.”

Again her anger wanted to flare, still not under her usual control, and she couldn’t let it go. If she let it fly free, it could do almost anything right this moment, and reckless magic was dangerous magic, and she didn’t want to know the karmic repercussions if she did him any permanent damage with it. She paced away, taking a few breaths before turning back.

“And I don’t even want to get into your opinion of me. That’s been fairly well covered as well.”

She really should have paid closer attention when she bought her land, but her home sat in a wonderful location between town and wood, with connections to all kinds of natural beauty and magical strength. It made it easier for her to shield her home from magical attack, and set up warnings against more mundane trouble, but she’d never thought she’d have to set up some kind of barrier to protect her garden!

“Just . . . why?” she demanded, again blinking back tears at the memory of her devastated garden. “What the hell have I done to you in the past few days that would call for that kind of destruction?”

#aisley & jesse #;; a bluejean serenade some kind of slick chrome american prince 🐎#idk if you can tell #but i am grinning like a chaotic mad woman over here

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