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pahrak-the-sinnoh-slizer · 4 years ago

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Super Fighting Roll (2-3)

(Roll tracks down the last remaining Energy Element, but soon discovers that things are far from over.)

Roll spun around, buster armed, as the transport completed. The only things that greeted her were another transporter unit and an endless expanse of dusty red plains.

“Mars? I guess I should just be glad they didn’t go even farther out. Dr. Light, can you read me?”

Static came in reply. Giving a short hum, Roll set out, Rush on her heels, keeping her eyes open for any sign of movement.

“Never thought we’d get to see another planet up-close, huh boy?”

Rush barked.

“Hehe...though, a lot of things have taken an unexpected turn lately.”

She thought back to what Break Man had said. At first she had simply wanted to dismiss it as a misunderstanding—being weaponized had been her choice, and it was bizarre that he thought otherwise. The more she thought on it, however, she became curious as to why he was so sure Dr. Light would do such a thing on his own.

The way he talked about Dr. Light…it almost made it sound like he knows him personally. And now that I think about it, that would explain why Dr. Light wasn’t expecting Break Man to just talk things through. But, if they do have some kind of history, why wouldn’t Dr. Light have said so? No, more importantly…I’m positive Break Man is a Robot Master. I was sure that Tempo, Rock, and I were the first, so when could he have met Dr. Light without us knowing? Unless…

Glancing back, Roll suddenly realized that Rush had stopped following her. She turned to look at the dog, standing a few paces away with ears perked up, and prepared to call him. Before she could, he pounced on something.

“What’ve you got, boy?”

Rush pulled a small mechanical snake from the dirt. Roll tilted her head as she examined it, and then froze, spotting the dirt behind Rush shifting. She fired a shot, blasting out another robot snake.

“What are these things?”

“Oh, you’re no fun…”

Whirling, Roll spotted a figure emerging from the surrounding dust cloud: a Robot Master with mostly green armor, his helmet styled to look like a large snake with its jaws around his head and tail hanging down his back. Keeping her eyes peeled for more snakes, Roll said, “I just want the Energy Element.”

“So impatient. May I at least introduce myself?”

“I’m going to guess ‘Snake Man’?”

The robot frowned. “No fun at all...regardless. If you are here, then I take it our comrades left on the moon have met their end?”

Roll didn’t answer.

“Ah, what a shame. If you’re capable of defeating them, then the rest of us certainly don’t stand a chance.” He began to walk back into the dust cloud. “Yes, I think it’d be best to just hand the Element over. Come, this way…”

Roll turned to Rush. The dog looked up from gnawing on the snake he had caught, giving a low-pitched whine.

“Yeah, I’m not convinced either...but, we need that Element.”

The two of them proceeded with extreme caution, scanning the ground for signs of any more snakes while also keeping Snake Man’s silhouette in sight. After a few minutes of walking, the dust began to thicken; wanting to keep the other robot in sight, Roll ran forward a few steps, and at that moment a pinpoint of light appeared. Roll dove aside, the incoming laser beam grazing her shoulder. Large metal spikes then began to rain down, so she stayed low, carefully crawling forward in search of her enemies.

I knew it wasn’t going to be that easy.

A gust of wind finally thinned the dust cloud. Roll found herself staring up at a small, two-story structure made of metal stained red by the planet’s dust, Snake Man standing in the doorway grinning at her. “What ever is the matter, Roll? The Element is right in here. Come over and take it.”

He ducked aside to avoid a Hard Knuckle. From the upper floor, Needle Man fired a hail of spikes; Roll slid behind a boulder just in time, spotting another laser a second later. “They’ve really got the advantage here...I’ll have to be smart about this.”

She peeked out and took aim at Needle Man. He ducked back inside immediately. A battalion of snakes were set in motion before she could switch targets, so she instead began clearing them out. A figure appeared behind Snake Man then, shooting yet another laser, though it was aimed away from Roll for some reason. She refocused on destroying the snakes. The laser hit another rock, bouncing off of it at a new angle, and went straight for Roll, knocking her out of her hiding spot.

“Uh-oh!”

Needle Man was back. Roll had no time to dodge, opting to blast the incoming spike out of the sky instead. Several of the snakes were upon her now, biting into her armor all at once--leaping to her feet, she shook them off with Top Spin, ducked back behind cover, and prepared some new tactics. She instructed Rush to shift the dirt on one side of the rock, hopefully making her enemies think she was about to emerge from there, and then darted in the opposite direction towards another adequately-sized boulder. As she passed, she shot Snake Man with Spark Shock to prevent him from adding to the army of snakes. Once safe, she unloaded a series of Magnet Missiles, the projectiles curving around her cover in search of proper targets.

“Admirable effort, Roll!” Snake Man called. “But aren’t you forgetting something?”

Snakes began to crawl over the rock. Roll leapt back and fired a Hard Knuckle, shattering the stone and disrupting the movement of the machines. She tried to head back to her first hiding spot, but Needle Man was too quick: a barrage of spikes kept Roll in place, allowing the snakes to regroup and resume their march. A bark caught Roll’s attention. Rush, in his jet form, rocketed towards her; she grabbed the edge of the platform and was carried out of harm’s way, quickly pulling herself up to get better footing.

“Thanks, boy,” Roll said.

They turned hard to avoid a laser. Circling around, Roll got a better idea of the landscape, seeing that the building was protected from the rear and sides by natural barriers.

“That still leaves one other way!”

After verifying that they were out of their enemies’ sight, Rush flew as low as he could without the roar of his jets giving them away, and Roll jumped onto the nearby rock wall. She steadily climbed down and onto the roof of the building, then looked back to Rush and held up ten fingers. Roll gripped the hatch on the roof, took a deep breath, and then ripped it off and jumped inside. The inner walls looked identical to the outer walls, and the room was empty save for a few rusty crates and a very surprised Needle Man.

“Wha--where’d you come from?!” he shouted, hurrying to lift his cannon.

Roll threw a Shadow Blade before he could fire, knocking his arm aside. She followed with a Spark Shock to stun Needle Man, and then blasted him into the wall with a Magnet Missile. Snake Man leapt up to the window as quickly as he could, only to be met by a Hard Knuckle that sent him falling back to the ground.

“Gemini Man, get up here!” Needle Man shouted.

Roll ran at him, hoping to not give him enough space to use his cannon. Suddenly, Needle Man bent forward, and the spikes atop his head extended out, stopping Roll short. As she stumbled back, she saw one of the lasers from before shoot out of the stairwell: it ricocheted off the ceiling, floor, and walls, fencing her in. However, Needle Man did not attack.

“Jerk...at least get an idea of what you’re aiming at!”

Ten seconds had passed. Rush came charging in through the opening in the roof, getting hit by the unexpected beam. Roll stunned Needle Man again as she made sure he was alright. Before she could follow up, snakes emerged from the stairwell and advanced towards her.

“Darn it!” Needle Man stomped his foot and took aim with both cannons. “Prepare to look like swiss cheese!”

He fired wildly, leaving no opening for Roll to counterattack. The projectiles zipped past her, most of them burying themselves in the oncoming wall of snakes--they were easily pinned to the floor, and those in the rear were slowed by the need to crawl over their companions. His assault only lessened when another Gemini Laser entered the room. Between the three incoming attacks, Roll was forced closer and closer to Needle Man, soon coming into range of his headbutt attack; as he moved to use it, Roll ducked and slid forward, colliding with Needle Man’s ankle and tripping him into the Gemini Laser. The impact sent Needle Man rolling into the wall, where he sat dazed for a moment.

“Ugh...just great…”

Roll pointed her buster at him. “Just give up. I don’t want to have to hurt you.”

Needle Man stared at her. “...Huh. You really aren’t what the boss prepared us for.”

“...What?”

“Here we were expecting a terrifyingly powerful Robot Master ready to kill at a moment’s notice. You’re tough for sure, but it doesn’t really seem like your heart’s in it.”

Roll clenched her teeth. “Of course not! Why would I want to kill any of you? I’m only fighting because you’re forcing me to!” She turned to blast some of the snakes before immediately putting her eyes back on Needle Man.

“Heh heh...guess someone’ll have to let the boss know he’s wrong. I would love to see that.”

“I already tried, but Break Man won’t talk to me.”

Needle Man shook his head. “I don’t mean him. I mean--”

Another Gemini Laser shot into the room, reflecting off the wall once before striking Needle Man directly in the chest. In his weakened state, that was more than enough to pierce his armor, searing a hole clean through his internal components. Roll jumped back in shock. A few seconds later, a scowl clouded her face; she grabbed Needle Man just long enough to copy his weapon, and then shot spikes through the floor in a circle. When she stomped on the center of the circle, the floor broke away, giving her a path to leap directly down to the lower level.

“Ah, there she is,” Snake Man said. On either side of him stood Gemini Man and his duplicate, though which was which was anyone’s guess. “You’re quite determined to swoop down on us from above, aren’t you? Are we so beneath you?”

Ignoring him, Roll stared at one of the Gemini Men. “Why would you do that to Needle Man?”

Both Gemini shrugged in response, one saying, “Who knows?”

Roll opened fire. “Is it really so easy for you to kill someone? What’s wrong with you?!”

Her foes scattered. Roll tracked one of the Gemini while the other and Snake Man flanked her. Rush dropped on top of Snake Man just as he prepared to attack, and the closer Gemini charged at Roll, prompting her to turn her assault his way. The spikes passed right through the projection, and the real Gemini Man used the opportunity to set a Gemini Laser bouncing around the room.

“What a peculiar thing to say!” he remarked as Roll focused on tracking the laser. “Of course it’s easy. As if it could be difficult for a technical marvel such as myself!”

Rush scurried back out of the laser’s path. Bounding back, Snake Man began calling up his army; Roll turned her fire upon them, impaling the troops before they could advance more than a few inches, and managed to land a direct hit on Snake Man’s shoulder. He cried out, clutching the wound as he slumped against the wall. Switching her focus again, Roll ducked just beneath the Gemini Laser and equipped Magnet Missile, hoping the homing projectile would be able to track Gemini Man. The laser shot down her first attempt before she could find out.

“I can’t believe anyone would program robots to be so cruel,” Roll said.

“Are you saying all we know is wrong?” Snake Man asked, baring his fangs in a pained smirk. “It isn’t our fault we are who we were programmed to be. There’s no need to act all high and mighty.”

Gemini Man and his doppelganger charged before Roll could respond. She leapt back, the laser striking her in the side and knocking her flat. Snake Man capitalized on the situation with a small squadron of snakes, with the tiny machines charging straight through one of the Gemini. Switching to Shadow Blade, Roll attacked the other, stopping his charge, before tumbling out of the snakes’ way. Rush pounced on the real Gemini Man to keep him pinned, while Roll dealt with the snakes and turned to their master.

Raising his arms, Snake Man said, “My, this is unfortunate…”

“Where’s the Energy Element?”

“Right over there.” He gestured slowly to a crate in the corner. “By all means, help yourself.”

Keeping her eyes on Snake Man and her buster ready, Roll made her way over to the indicated crate. She grabbed the lid, paused, and lifted it, spotting the Element at the bottom on a bed of something she guessed was packing material. The instant she reached for it, Snake Man darted in Rush’s direction. Roll was ready: she shot him with the Needle Cannon, the spike piercing straight through his chest, and with a drawn out cry Snake Man fell to the floor, his sparking body soon growing still. This still distracted Rush, however, and Gemini Man was able to set another laser loose into the room.

“Get back boy!” Roll shouted as she ran forward, sliding just under the beam’s path.

Rush complied, and Gemini Man sprang to his feet. He leapt back, shimmered, and then jumped to one side, his doppelganger jumping in the opposite direction. Roll hit Snake Man’s body as she passed, armor turning green and white. Three Search Snakes leapt from her buster, zipping along the ground too low for the Gemini Laser to intercept them, all converging upon the real Gemini Man and bringing him down as they sank their fangs into his ankle. Roll launched a Magnet Missile to cancel out the Gemini Laser, and then glared at Gemini Man.

“You...you just got lucky!” Gemini Man said. “If it weren’t for the others holding me back, there’s no way you could have outperformed me!”

Roll shook her head. “What’s the point of this? Why--”

She stopped short as Gemini Man raised his hand to fire a laser. Quickly, she fired a Hard Knuckle in return; the beam reflected off the rocket-propelled fist back into Gemini Man, finishing him off before Roll’s attack even landed. With a harsh sigh, Roll knelt and copied his data, and then transferred the Element to Rush’s storage compartment.

“Let’s hurry home, boy,” she said. “I’m worried about Dr. Light and the others.”

Rush transformed into his jet mode and carried her in the direction of the transporter. Roll tapped her fingers against her leg, thoughts lingering on what Needle Man had said.

There’s someone other than Break Man behind all this. I just hope it’s not who I think it is...

***

Light typed away at his console, eyes repeatedly flicking to the comm window in the corner to see if the connection had reestablished. Wily set a hand on his shoulder, saying, “Thomas, I can handle this if you need some time. I’ll let you know right away when Roll comes back into range.”

“Thank you Albert,” Light said, “but I think it’s best I stay busy.”

“If you insist. The Energy Element is installed, so we’re ready to test as soon as you are.”

“I’m finished here as well. Running test in 3...2...1…”

Light hit one final key and held his breath. Behind him, Gamma roared to life, light shining from the eyes on its half-completed skull. Wily grinned. “Excellent! Let me take a look at those readings!”

Not far away, Rock applauded alongside the construction crew, though he slowed to a halt when he spotted Elec Man in the crowd. He hesitated, but then approached, asking, “Elec Man? Are you okay?”

The other robot shuffled away slightly. “Fine.”

“Okay...it’s just, you’ve been really quiet since the other Energy Elements were stolen. Are you worried?”

He shifted his shoulders. “It’s nothing, Rock.”

“...I don’t want to butt in, but...if you need anything, even if it’s just to talk, I’d be happy to help. I mean, I’m your big brother after all! Technically.”

Elec Man finally turned to look at him, expression blank at first. Rock saw him crack a small smile as he turned away again. Giving a sigh, Elec Man quietly said, “I guess I’m worrying you, aren’t I?” He paused. “I’d never quite realized how powerful my abilities were. I had some idea, of course, but now I have a much deeper understanding. After seeing just what I was capable of under Wily’s reprogramming...I suppose I’m afraid. If I were to lose control, even briefly, I could end up destroying someone else, maybe beyond all repair this time. When I destroyed that Robot Master’s projection, I thought I had done just that. That’s why I’m still shaken.”

“Oh. I see…”

Elec Man shook his head. “There isn’t really anything to be done about it. I’ll just have to be as careful as I can.”

Rock waited a moment. “...Have you talked about this with Roll?”

“Roll? No, why?”

“It isn’t exactly the same, but...well, I shouldn’t say too much. But, she’s been struggling a little after having to fight all of you, so she might have some advice that could help you out.”

Elec Man looked up, considering this silently.

Back at his console, Light nodded at the data he was seeing, and prepared to shut Gamma back down. Something caught his eye, stopping him, but before he could look into the matter, the sound of the lift descending reached his ears. He turned, expecting to see LaLinde or Tempo coming to join them. His heart stopped when he laid eyes on Break Man.

“...Blues…?”

Wily noticed him as well. Throwing his hands up, he shouted, “Agh! Break Man! Oh no, this is terrible!”

The worker robots scattered in a panic. As Break Man stepped off the lift, Guts Man came forward to meet him, saying, “Well well well! Looks like you finally decided to stop hiding behind your minions and come face us head-on like a real robot! Good--I was hoping I’d get the chance to deal with you personally!”

Break Man ignored him completely, gaze fixed solely upon Dr. Light. Trembling, the scientist muttered, “Blues...it’s really you...you’re still alive…”

“Hey, tough guy!” Guts Man said. “I’m talking to you.”

Break Man finally faced him.

“Yeah, y--”

Suddenly, Break Man’s armor changed color, becoming purple and white. An instant later, he was behind Guts Man, slowly walking towards Gamma.

“Wh--hey! Get back here!”

Guts Man lunged after Break Man, the other robot’s armor now turning green and white. Four large leaves whipped around Break Man, deflecting Guts Man’s attack before flying out at him, slicing through the small gaps in his armor. Break Man then lifted his buster and activated its beam, knocking Guts Man flat on his back.

“Hold, villain!” Fire Man declared as he bounded forward. “Whatever purpose brought you here, I will not allow you to succeed!”

Break Man’s armor turned white and gray. He and Fire Man both attacked at the same time, Fire Man’s flaming shots soaring high while Break Man generated several bubbles which travelled along the ground. Break Man pulled his shield around just in time, but Fire Man was taken by surprise, the water-based attack shocking him still. Guts Man pushed himself to his feet, but now Break Man’s armor was brown and yellow--he generated a circular saw blade in each hand, and then hurled them straight into the chests of both his opponents, dropping them instantly. After pausing to glare at Light once again, Break Man continued towards Gamma. Activating his laser, he swept it through the scaffolding, setting the gargantuan robot free with a thunderous rain of rubble.

“Is he trying to take Gamma?” Rock said. “We have to stop him!”

Elec Man held him back, saying, “How exactly are you going to do that? You’ll only get yourself killed!”

“But…”

Break Man took a few steps towards the two doctors. Wily cowered, but Light just kept staring at him, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

“I thought you were lost forever,” Light said. “Blues...you’re still alive...I’m so glad…”

At this, Break Man froze. Wily said, “Thomas, it’s Break Man! He’s attacking! What are we going to do?”

A smile came to Light’s face. “Blues...I’m so happy you’re alright…”

Wily looked up at him. With a sigh, he said, “Hrm...hardly the reaction I was hoping for.” Now perfectly calm, Wily came forward. “Nonetheless, excellent work, Break Man! Not that I expected anything less.”

Break Man nodded. Rock said, “Wait...what? Didn’t you say you were the one working for Break Man?”

“Neh heh heh, foolish little robot. That was nothing but a genius ruse to gain Light’s trust! I’m the true mastermind here! Nehahahahaha!”

Finally emerging from his trance, Light furrowed his brow as he turned to face Wily. “What? Albert, is--”

He whirled in a fury. “That’s Wily! You will refer to me with respect, Light--never again with familiarity! It’s been agonizing playing along all this time! I thought my skin would crawl right off my bones!” Wily grunted, but then his mouth curled into a smirk. “It was worth it, however. Using your designs, your resources, your labor, I was able to construct this unstoppable war machine in record time! My brilliant plan was a success! And once I unleash Gamma upon the world, not even your precious little lab assistant will be able to stop me! If she even survived her trip to Mars, that is! Nehahahaha!”

“I’m just fine, Wily!”

He winced as Roll’s garbled voice sprang from Light’s terminal. “Rrgh, of course. I knew I should’ve sent the other batch…”

“Dr. Light, are you okay?” Roll asked. “I made it back to the moon and I’m closing in on the transport coordinates! I’ll be there in just a minute!”

“I think not! I took the liberty of encrypting Light’s transporter program--it’ll take him quite a while to get things working again!”

“What’s wrong with you, Wily?! We trusted you!”

Wily waved his hand, turning his back on the console. “Bah, I don’t have to indulge this prattle! All I need to know before I leave is whether or not you retrieved those Energy Elements for me, Roll.”

“There’s no way I’m turning them over to you!”

Wily’s smirk spread into a grin. “Yes, I thought you might say that. Break Man!”

Break Man was suddenly right in front of Rock. He grabbed the robot by the arm and yanked him in Wily’s direction, but then paused. Turning his head, he saw Elec Man standing next to him, two electrified fingers pointed straight at him.

“...Let Rock go,” Elec Man said. “I won’t ask again.”

Break Man let go. Then he was behind Elec Man, stabbing a curved metal boomerang into his back. Rock cried out as Elec Man dropped to his knees. Fighting to stay online, Elec Man fired a bolt of electricity at his foe, only to have it blocked by another set of leaves. Break Man’s armor then turned orange and white. When he aimed his buster at Elec Man, it fired a projectile with a blinking orb on one end and a sharp point on the other, which buried itself in Elec Man’s back. Break Man then kicked him aside, grabbed Rock once again, and dragged him over towards Wily.

“No...I won’t…!” Elec Man struggled to lift his arm, preparing one more attack. The item stuck to his back then detonated.

“Elec Man!” Rock shouted. “No! Let go of me, you…!”

“What’s happening?” Roll asked. “What are you doing?”

“I was thinking a trade might appeal to your sense of fairness,” Wily said. “You give me the Energy Elements, and I’ll return your brother Rock to you!”

“Roll, don’t worry about me!” Rock said. Break Man clamped a hand over his mouth before he could say anything else.

“Oh, you really should. If I don’t get my hands on those Elements, I’ll reduce him to scrap metal!”

“Wily,” Roll said, “you--”

“Wily!”

The entire room went dead silent at Light’s sudden shout. He leveled a stern gaze at Wily--the look that may not have been harsh in its own right, but out of place as it was on Light’s kind face, the jarring, eerie feeling it generated multiplied its weight exponentially.

“I won’t forgive you if you harm my children.”

“Ah, so that’s what it takes to get you mad,” Wily said. “How interesting! Don’t you think, Break Man?”

The red Robot Master said nothing, only tightening his grip on Rock.

“Blues,” Light said, “I--”

“Save it, Light!” Wily interrupted. “You have my demands. I’ll be waiting for my Elements!”

Wily pulled a small device from his pocket. At the press of a button, he, Break Man, Rock, and Gamma all disappeared into thin air. Light’s fierce expression vanished as well, replaced by a look of absolute terror.

#Mega Man #Roll #fanfiction #Super Fighting Roll #Roll Reversal

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ghouls-dream · 5 years ago

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Hopefully you are still taking requests, I've been too scared to send one in. I'm sorry if this is a bit vague. I love your work💞 Can I request a smutty imagine where y/n teases dewdrop by flirting with the other ghouls just to see how angry she can get him and she ends up in deep trouble with him?

Hello, sweetheart! Firstly - thank you so much for the kind words! And secondly - im so glad you got the "courage" to ask, haha. Filth is on the way! I hope you like it 🖤

Jealous Dew x Reader one-shot (WARNING!!! HELLA NSFW, 18+)

Dew's POV

"Oh, darn it!" Rain scoffed as he saw how one of his striped balls hit the corner of the pocket, but not getting in. "Hell yeah!" I jumped happily, going near the pool table and looking at the balls' position. We loved playing pool, especially after big rituals like tonight's. That was like a routine for us. Well the ghouls mostly - The ghoulettes had their own way of relaxing, and Cardinal always prefered binge-watching "Friends" instead of having fun with us. Sometimes it fel like he was Nihil's lost son - I can't say Copia was boring, but he was quite introverted at times.

"Don't get too upset, Rain. Maybe Mr. "Pay back time" will fail. You have luck you're not playing with me" Aether teased me as I smirked, pointing with the pool stick at him "I can take all of you!". "Everyone knows that, slut!" Swiss called out from the back as he drank his beer. I rolled my eyes, due to their laughter, and tried to ignore it. After that I bent over the table, position myself to hit the white ball in front of me when I heard the door opening... Just before I was about to hit it, my eyes focused on a very particular feminine figure... Y/N. What the fuck was she doing here?!

Y/N POV

It was the night after a ritual, which automatically meant no sleeping for any of us! Well, at least Papa's witches. Why? Because our rooms were one wall apart from the Ghoul's playroom. All of us hated that - including Cumuls and Cirrus, who prefered a ladies night with us and the Sisters of sin. The Ghouls were just too loud. Especially when there was alcohol in the whole picture and tonight... Tonight there was a lot!

I looked around the sleeping girls, tossing myself again and sighed. I couldn't fall asleep, Swiss' voice was keeping me awake as well Dew's loud banging on the pool table, so I just decided to get up, put on my black lacy dress and go see what the boys were doing. Maybe even asking them to keep it a little bit more quiet. Some of us had a morning praise at 5am! And besides... I wouldn't mind seeing them. Since all of us were friends and there was no "I'm superior" barreier between us.

I walked out of the room, feeling how the slight wind was touching my skin as I grabbed the playroom's lock. Before I pushed it, I heard Swiss' voice calling someone "slut". My mind automatically connected that with Dewdrop as I smirked and let my filthy thoughts invade my brain.

As I entered the room, all of the boys turned to me. They looked shocked. Especially Rain who I could tell even felt emberassed by my look. The lacy black dress was thin enough to cover my whole body, but it was also a little bit transparent. "Weren't you supposed to be sleeping?" Mountain asked, before taking a sip from his drink and then offering me some. I refused of course and responded sarcastically "Well we all were, but some smartass decided to put your playroom next to our bedroom. Do the math". "I told you guys" Aether pointed out as I felt Dew's eyes scanning every bit of my body. He was in the middle of a shot I can tell, by his position, but he obviously gave up doing it. He stood up, leaning against the stick and growled "So what? It's not like you listen to it every night". I chuckled at his response and sat next to Swiss, who was half-laying on the red couch next to the pool table. His hand was put on the backrest as he looked over me and raised an eyebrow "So noise brings you here? It's not something or someone else?" I heard the boys' "oohs" as I smirked at him, bitting my lip and shrugged. "You never know" - I said seductively before turning my head towards Dew. His eyes were burning with... Anger? Also I wouldn’t want to be the stick he was holding. The ghoul's grip around it was almost enough to break it in half. I could tell my his knuckles, turning white. 'Or maybe I'd like to be' my mind whispered to myself. "Won't you finish the shot?" I asked, raising my eyebrow as Aether laughed "Yeah, man. I'm getting sleepy". Dewdrop rolled his eyes, positioning himself again. His swift body movements were enchanting.

Finally the white ball hit the red one in front of it, but no luck. "Ooh, so close dude!" Mountain pointed out as Dew sighed. 'Do it! Come on!' my mind encoureged me to do the thing I've been thinking about since the moment I entered the room. I knew that it wouldn't end well, one way or another, but I couldn't care less at this point. I got up from my seat, looking at Rain who was obviously confused on how to move on with the position of the balls on the table. Before becoming part of the Church actually, I really enjoyed gaming nights with my friends - doesnt matter what type of game we'd play. I always enjoyed them. "Need help?" I smirked at the Water ghoul who shurgged his arms and gave me the stick. "That's not by the rules!" Dew's voice filled the room. I could feel he was getting angry. I raised my eyebrow and asked seductivly, before taking Rain's stick - "And since when do YOU play by the rules?". After those words I heard another set of "oohs" before, bending over in front of Rain. I could deffinitely tell he wasn't feeling the most comfortable in that position, since my butt was touching his front, for which I felt kinda bad, but I was enjoying every bit of it since Dewdrop's anger was growing. "Have you been working out lately?" Swiss joked as I turned to him chuckling and winked back at him, answering his joke with my own "Wanna find out?".

We actually stayed in the room for almost another hour of jokes and laughter, before Aether got in charge and as being the most responisble one of the group asked us all to go to bed. I wouldn't have refused anyway, I was tired. "Yeah, I'll see you guys tomorrow" I whispered yawning, as we all started walking out of the room, before feeling someone's hand gripping my waist and preventing me from escaping. I quickly turned around before hearing the door closing behind me, as Dew stared into my eyes. " 'Wanna find out!?' Seriously!?" he hissed against my lips before crushing his onto mine. His fingers found their way into my hair as he gripped it, which caused my head to tilt back slightly, exposing my neck to him. "Are you jealous?" I teased. "Am I jealous?! I'm fucking furious, Y/N! Do you not remember the time backstage? Or the 'please don't tell Imperator about this' situation in her office?! I'm gonna make you pay, girly!" Dewdrop whispered against my ear as I felt my kneese getting weaker, with every touch he made over my body. Next to the other ghouls, he was indeed shorter, but I wasn't them. Dew was almost a head above me. His teeth found his way to my most senstive part on my neck and bit it gently, before sucking it harder. I gasped by his action, before whimpering "Fuck yes...". He wasn't even trying to be gentle at this point and every part of my body loved that! His fingers made their way to my lady parts, feeling the wetness over them as he whispered "So you'd let Swiss try this out, but not me? Wrong...". After those words I felt how his index entered me, followed by his middle finger. I didn't even have time to react i just grabbed his shoulders and moaned, as he moved them faster and faster. "Did you like bending over Rain?" he groaned against my neck, before sucking on the same spot as before. This time i felt a small wave of pain, which made me whimper. "Answer me! Did.. You... Like it?!" Dew's voice was filled with sexual rage. "Yes!" I cried out as I opened my eyes and saw him smirking, before saying "Let's see how you'd like this then". His fingers quickly escaped my body as I sealed my lips with his own, as I felt himleading me towards the pool table. His tongue was fighting for dominance in my mouth and I gladly gave him what it wanted.

After that breathtaking kiss Dew spun me around, so I was in the same position as with Rain. My heart was going to explode in my chest, my pulse was pumping so hard I felt like fainting from all the adrenaline. Before I could make up my mind I heard a belt, being unbuckled, and soon after that a firm smack on my bare butt. Dew came once again next to my ear and whispered "I'll make you regret every single thing you did that night". After those words I felt a sweet pain rushing through my body, causing me to moan loudly. He made a few thrust inside as i grabbed the wooden side of the pool table. His hand found its way in my hair once again, before gripping it tightly and pulling my body next to his. "Dew..." I moaned louder as his other hand grabbed my neck and squeezed it gently. "Yes, Y/N?" he whispered breathless into my ear, before bitting my neck again. His movements were becoming even faster as I felt that the end of both of us was close. "Tell me how much you love this... Say it!" his voice filled the room as I shouted, panting "I love it how you fuck me! Dew... Im... Please...". Few more thrust were made into me, as I felt the pleasure building inside my lower stomach. Dew then kissed my lips roughly before bitting the lower one and whispered "Come... Now!". I was more than happy to release the pleasurable tension inside me as my voice filled the room. His grip also let go of me as I heard my name escaping his mouth before feeling one final thrust. After that there was just mine and his unstable, deep breathing... Nothing more, nothing less. We were both a sweaty, aroused mess at this point and it never felt better!

Soon after I was able to come back to reality I felt his lips brushing against my bare shoulder. This time it was tender, gentle and sensual. It had nothing to do with what just happened. "Y/N... Stop driving me crazy like this. Not that I don't like it, but... I was about to beat the shit out of both Rain and Swiss" he whispered as I chuckled and turned my head to him, kissing him gently, before whispering back "My dorky firecracker..."

#the nameless ghouls #aether #dewdrop #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #rain #ghost #swiss #the band ghost #ghouls #mountain #ghoul #one shot #one-shot #smut #dewdrop ghoul

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Margarita Challenge: Babysitting Betsy Beaumont

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Book: The Royal Romance (After Book Three) Pairing: Bastien Lykel x OC Rinda Parks Word Count: 1,670ish Rating: M for Language and Angst for Sweet Maxwell Author’s Note and Drabble Summary—This was meant to be written for @blackcatkita margarita challenge, and it should have just been a short drabble, but my muse took it in a completely different direction (um, I thought part of the challenge was for me to drink my own margaritas and see what total shit I came up with???). I’ll still write one with Rinda drunk on margaritas, I promise! Betsy Beaumont the Badass Bastard Bird needs a peacock sitter at the duchy, and Gladys and Bastien hate their jobs. Please click here if you’d like to read about Betsy and the Peacock Fiasco referenced in this drabble.

Obligatory disclaimer that Pixelberry Studios owns the TRR characters and my pocketbook with those darn diamond scenes. Rinda and Betsy with all of their quirks is all mine. My apologies if Tumblr or I do something stupid when I try to post this. The keep reading link shows up on my laptop but not my phone. Ugh. Thank you @asherella-is-a-dork-3 and @bobasheebaby for always being my sounding board! Thank you @silviasutton1989 @riseandshinelittleblossom @tornbetween2loves @sirbeepsalot @innerpostmentality @kennaxval @strangerofbraidwood @sawyeroakleyscowboyhat @begging-for-kamilah @teamtomsato for still being a part of the journey!

Babysitting Betsy Beaumont Rinda was in her classroom, reading through the five-page, single spaced care list. There were known allergies, food preferences, comfort techniques, sleep schedule, favorite music, exercise routines . . .

Her co-teacher Laura walked in. “Is that an Instructional Education Plan for a new student? What kind of resources should we get lined up?” Rinda shook her head. “Nope. It’s for Betsy.” Laura pursed her lips, desperately trying not to laugh. “Maxwell wasn’t able to find a peacock sitter?” “Um, the peacocks are staying in the duchy with the other animals while everyone is on holiday, but Gladys doesn’t have time to deal with this shit. And Bastien promised to help, but you know how much Betsy hates his fucking guts. And Drake just laughed when Bastien asked for help, so . . . that leaves me.” Laura was bent over in silent laughter, tears streaming down her cheeks. Betsy Beaumont the Badass Bastard Bird was the bane of Bastien’s existence. The bird got aggressive at the duchy Halloween Festival last fall and started stealing food from the children. Maxwell tried to corral Betsy to protect the children’s hot dogs, but Betsy was a diabolical genius who refused to get caught—until Bastien had enough and threw a blanket over Betsy’s head and unceremoniously dumped Betsy into his cage. For the rest of the evening Betsy hissed at Bastien, making his displeasure known. Betsy Beaumont hated Bastien, and the feeling was mutual. If Maxwell wanted to see Betsy alive and well at the end of his trip, Rinda knew she needed to step in. Day One At first Bastien was professional. He offered Betsy his daily hot dog, but Betsy refused to eat it. Bastien sighed, pinching his nose. “Come on, Betsy. Rinda said it’s your favorite. Please eat it so I can leave.” Betsy hissed at Bastien and turned around, spreading his magnificent plumage with disdain. “I can’t believe I’m asking for help with this.” He messaged Rinda. “The bird won’t eat the hot dog.” Rinda messaged back. “Did you heat it up?” Bastien sighed. “No.” He went to the kitchen to microwave the hot dog, and when he returned he gently poked it through the bars of the cage. Betsy didn’t even bother moving. “What? Is it too hot? Do you need it cut up?” He grabbed his Swiss Army knife and quickly cut up the hot dog and blew on a piece before tossing it toward Betsy. He hissed at Bastien. How dare Bastien throw food at him! “Fuck you, Betsy.” Bastien messaged Rinda again. “Still not eating it. I swear I’m never going to get home.” Rinda rolled her eyes when she saw the message notification. “Did you grill it?” “The bird?” “Bastien!” “No, I’m not grilling one hot dog for a fucking bird. I microwaved it.” He paused. “What else did Maxwell say?” “Check page four, paragraph two of the peacock care guide. One grilled hot dog a day with ketchup, no mustard. And no bun. Betsy is gaining weight.” Bastien pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m going to kill Maxwell.” “Stand in line. Just come home, and I’ll stop by tomorrow to clean up the old hot dog and grill a new one. You know Gladys won’t tell on you.”

Day Two Rinda had the peacocks outside for their daily free-range time while she grilled the hot dog, but she kept a close eye on Betsy. Everything was going well until Bastien showed up with a picnic basket. “Hey Tria! I thought we could have a picnic when you’re done!” Just then Betsy saw the blanket Bastien had draped over his arm, and he rushed Bastien who flung the picnic basket at Betsy and ran like hell. For the next ten minutes Rinda was doubled over with laughter while Betsy and his siblings picked through the picnic basket. Bastien waited in the SUV, seething with anger.

Day Three “I swear to God, Tria. The bird was laughing at me.” Rinda was trying so hard not to laugh at Bastien. He was lying on his stomach while Rinda applied an ice pack to his backside. Bastien made the amateur mistake of bending over too close to Betsy’s cage, and the bird literally bit him in the ass. “Seriously. The toy was lying right in front of the cage, and in the dark I couldn’t see what it was. And when I bent down—I swear that little fucker did it on purpose.” Days Four – Ten Rinda took care of Betsy. Day Eleven Gladys invited Rinda and Bastien to the duchy for dinner to thank them for dealing with Betsy. Several pitchers of margaritas later, Gladys and Bastien were three sheets to the wind, plotting the demise of Betsy Beaumont. Day Twelve Maxwell arrived at the duchy, eager to see his peacocks. “Hi babies! Did you miss me? Drake, good to see you smiling! Sally—I love what you did with your feathers. Boris—finger guns at ya buddy! Enid—I know. I missed you too. Joel, did you help Betsy lose weight while I was gone?” Maxwell looked around. “Where’s Betsy?” Bastien strolled past. “Maxwell. It’s good to see you. Did you want some lunch while you’re here?” A huge grin lit up Maxwell’s face. “Of course! But first I have to find Betsy. Do you know where he is?” “Rinda has him. She’s been training Betsy to do that dance routine. I think he’s almost got it.” “Really? That’s great!” They passed Gladys in the great hall. She was on the phone and had a hat and two ornate peacock feathers in her hand. “Oh, I know the Queen will love having a new hat made with his feathers. Yes, of course. Good day.” Gladys ended the call with a smile. “Hello, Maxwell. Betsy lost a couple of his feathers, and I didn’t think you’d mind if I used them to design the Queen a new hat. I thought it would be a nice way to help her remember Betsy.” Maxwell’s eyes widened when he saw the feathers in her hand. “Um. Okay.” Gladys smiled. “Thank you, Maxwell. We’re going to miss Betsy so much.”

. . . . . Maxwell dug into his lunch. “This is sooooooo delicious!!!!! I love a good burger.” Bastien cocked his head and gave Maxwell an odd smile. “Does it taste good? It isn’t too dry?” Maxwell nodded, talking with a mouthful of food. “Yeah. It’s not really juicy like the other burgers I’ve had, but it still tastes good.” Bastien hummed. “Good to know. It’s actually not a beef hamburger thought. It’s made with something a little more . . . unusual.” Just then Gladys came into the kitchen. “Bastien, do you have a moment?” “Of course, Gladys. If you’ll excuse me, Maxwell.” Bastien and Gladys talked in loud whispers, and Maxwell overheard parts of their conversation. “I just talked to Rinda, and she says it’s time. He doesn’t know yet . . . he thinks Rinda is teaching him choreography. Really? You didn’t tell him the burger is actually made from poultry?” The feathers. Gladys’ earlier comments about remembering Betsy. Bastien’s odd behavior. The loud whispers. Tears were welling in Maxwell’s eyes as he looked at the burger crumbs on his plate. “Betsy?” Bastien walked over to Maxwell and delicately cleared his throat. “Maxwell? Do you mind coming into the backyard? Rinda has something to show you.” Maxwell wiped the tears from his eyes and silently followed Bastien. Rinda was waiting outside, but there was no sign of Betsy. “Rinda. Please. Just tell me. Is he dead? Did you use him to make the burger?” Rinda looked at Maxwell like he had three heads. “The head chef? No, he’s not dead Maxwell. He’s the one who made the burger. But did you like it? I know it tastes a lot different than beef.” “Oh my God.” Maxwell turned pale and Rinda quickly stepped back. “Maxwell, please don’t puke. Please don’t puke. You know I don’t do well with that stuff. Fuck—Bastien!” Rinda was starting to gag—she was a sympathy puker. Bastien rolled his eyes. “Dammit, Maxwell. Ostrich burgers aren’t that bad. You liked it just fine before I told you it wasn’t beef.” “It wasn’t . . . Betsy? But where’s Betsy?” “Maxwell! Do you honestly think we’d butcher Betsy and make you eat him? Queen Riley wants the King to eat healthier, so the chef has been experimenting with leaner cuts of meat. Seriously? Who would eat a disgusting Betsy Burger?” Bastien was shaking his head as he ran to the patio door to grab the water bottle Gladys got for Rinda. Rinda was catching her breath and gratefully took the water from Bastien. “Thank you, Tiger. Sorry about that.” It took Rinda a moment to collect herself, and gasped when she saw the agony on Maxwell’s face. “Maxwell! Betsy’s fine. Yes, Bastien has detailed fantasies of how he’d love to kill Betsy, but he would never actually do it. Betsy’s out here because we have a surprise for you. Well, it’s from Queen Riley, and I helped a little.” They went around the corner and Maxwell squealed with joy. “Betsy! I’ve missed you. Oh my gosh! Did Riley get this for you? She did, didn’t she? Oh yes she did.” It was a small tent, and Rinda had been training Betsy to get comfortable staying in it. “See, Maxwell? Betsy really likes it. So you can use it when everyone goes camping and you want Betsy to come along. Or Betsy can sit in it if he needs shade during free-range time.”

Maxwell and Rinda were soon laughing as Betsy began showing off his choreography moves and how he loved to move in and out of his new tent. Bastien just shook his head as he walked away. “I knew I should have killed him when I had the chance.” Gladys laughed when she heard him. “Betsy or Maxwell?” “Both.”

#margarita challenge #more than a drabble #betsy beaumont #maxwell beaumont #@maxwell peacocks #trr choices #bastien lykel #rinda parks #tiger and tria #long post

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pensola · 7 years ago

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DAY 6: DOMESTIC

Saga loves hiking in the mountains, and traveling in general.

Kim calls Saga “mamsen”, while she calls Ragnhild “mamma”.

Saga’s biggest weakness in photography is portraits. She is used to take pictures on-the-go and without warning. Having to direct people and find the right position and lighting feels awkward for her.

There are not many pictures of Saga and Kim together from when Kim was a child, because Kim got the habit of refusing to be photographed unless Saga was behind the camera.

Saga has studied law over the years to feel safer about her work, knowing what is legal and what can technically be legal if done or worded right.

She has a chunk of the upper part of her left ear missing, looking like a hole. Many think it is from a bullet because of her work, but she actually woke up with it after a crazy weekend of drinking when she was 30. She still has no idea how she got it, but is too embarassed to say it.

Asside from Norwegian, Sami and English, Saga speaks some Spanish, Swiss-German and Chinese. Spanish from her high school, Swiss-German over the years she lived in Switzerland, and Chinese because she figured it could be helpful since she had to travel all over the world.

Saga likes to cook plain and boring food that is quick and easy to make. She doesn’t mind eating complicated or spiced meals, but she feels it’s a waste of time to make herself when she can be nourished by simpler, cheaper food.

If she had to choose between never having to sleep or never having to eat, she’d choose never having to eat.

She doesn’t like to admit it, but she loves to read comments about herself and her articles both on her own website and on various forums. It is a way for her to remember what she has done and what she does have meaning. She never replies or comments back, though.

She sleeps in on Sundays and doesn’t work until 12AM.

Here are also more voice lines that Saga would say in-game, since that could help humanize her too, I guess?

Interactions with Allies:

Torbjörn: I never thought I would be fighting side by side with a Norwegian. Saga: What about side by side with a-... Ugh, no, I don’t want to say it.

Torbjörn: At least, we CAN agree that we’re better off than those darn Danes. Saga: *laughs* Right you are, Torbjörn. Screw them.

Saga: Morri- Hmm, Soldier: 76, is it true that you KNEW about Overwatch’s dark side and did NOTHING? Soldier: 76: They didn’t exactly promote me to do what I wanted.

Soldier: 76: You’re trying to look for truth where there is none, what makes you think you make a flick of difference? Saga: If you ask me, I’ll ask you.

Saga: Angela Ziegler, what do you feel about the accusations that your work can be considered unethical and inhumane? Mercy: All I want is to save lives as best I can. What could be wrong with that?

Saga: Zenyatta, don’t you think it is insensitive to be a fighting omnic with the second Omnic Crisis around the corner? The past is not that easily forgotten. Zenyatta: The people I protect far outweight possible consequences based on memories and fear. For a better world, we need to move beyond our past.

Saga: If another God Program activates, it can take over normal omnics with no warning. Don’t you see that is reason for humans to worry? Zenyatta: Not as much as omnics worry.

Saga: Mako Rutlegde, is it TRUE that you lead the Australian rebellion and caused the Outbacks to become a toxic wasteland? Roadhog: *growls threateningly*

Saga: Lúcio dos Santos, DJ, musician and famed savior of Rio de Janeiro! I have SO many questions! Lúcio: Sure, but let us save them to after the mission! I’d be happy to answer them when we’re safe and sound.

Winston: You went against your job by openly criticizing Overwatch, why are you on our side now? Do you regret your actions? Saga: The truth at the time was that Overwatch had become corrupted and overstepped human rights.The truth today is that the world needs heroes working together. There is nothing more to it.

Saga: Reaper, just what was it that made you a spree-killing psychopath targetting former Overwatch agents? Reaper: You should ask the actual psychopath about that.

Saga: Satya Vaswani, alias Symmetra, do you have any idea what the Vishkar Corporation is doing to people they claim to help around the world? Symmetra: No commments.

Ana: Your camera is certainly old, it looks before my time. Won’t the light give up your position and make enemies aware of you? Saga: Who says that wasn’t my intention?

Winston: You and Olympia Shaw from Atlas News seem to have a lot in common. Ever met her? Saga: I wish, but no. Her reports of your resurgence turned my view on Overwatch, and I would like to thank her for that.

Sombra: You know, I’m sure we could do amazing things together. Saga: I don’t want ANYTHING to do with you.

Sombra: What is really the difference between us two? We both seek knowledge, after all. Saga: The difference is that I’m fighting to reveal the truth to people for the right thing, and you are cheating and destroying lives to gain knowledge for yourself.

Doomfist: It has been a long time, Mrs. Sara. Saga: Not long enough, Ogundimu.

Receiving Things Lines:

Armour: “Takk som byr!” (Thanks for the offering!”)

Healing: Feels great, thanks!

Nano Boost: Scoop of the year, here I come!

Quickwheel Lines:

Hello! / Hei! / Heisann!

Thank you! / Takk! / Takker!

Understood. / Forstått. / OK. / Ikke no’ problem. (No problem.)

I need healing / Need some bandaids over here!

Respawn Lines:

“Arbeidet adler mennesket” (”Work honours the person”, proverb)

“Etterpå er hvermann klok.” (”Afterwards, everyone is wise”, proverb about hindsight)

“Oh well, in a hundred years it’s all forgotten. ...Hopefully.”

*in a teasing voice* “Ris gjør ungen vis.” (”Spanking wisens the child”, proverb)

(killed with Sightsee active) “I will never forget the one that got away.”

Hero-change to Saga: “Saga is on the scene, reporting live!”

Map-Specific Lines:

Temple of Anubis: “Den som ikke i hete vil svette, får i kulde sulte.” (”Those who do not want to sweat in the heat, shall hunger in the cold”, proverb)

Temple of Anubis: “It is hard to trust Omnics when you know there is a God Program that could make them suddenly change side with no warning.”

Oasis: “This. Is. The. Worst. I am sweating a waterfall here and they won’t even let me keep any of my pictures when I leave. What am I DOING here?”

Volskaya Industries: “Better badly dressed than naked, I guess.”

Numbani: “This city is an ideal, but everything casts a shadow.”

Junkertown: “Huh, this place has improved a lot since last time I was here. That’s kind of sad.

Battle Lines:

Solo-eliminating an enemy: “Den som vil være med på leken, må tåle steken.” (”If you want to join the game, you have to handle the pain./No pain, no gain.”

Thirty seconds left: “A good day is never too late! Let us do this!” / “Better to die standing, than live kneeling! Let’s keep this going!”

Destroying enemy turret: *mockingly* “MAI TUHREHT! Buuhuuu! *nonchalant* Anyway enemy turret’s gone.”

Killing your killer: “You never live long enough to leave grudgeless.”

Killing Torbjörn: “Have you heard that joke about the Swede that died?”

Killing Soldier: 76/Reaper: “Now, Overwatch can start anew.”

Seeing allied Lúcio killed: “And the world lost a great hero that day.”

When shocked by Winston: “Au, au, au, au, au!”

Ability Lines:

Using Sightsee: “Ah, just a sec I want to ask you something!” Using Sightsee on Soldier:76: “I’ve got you in my sight!” Killing Sightsee target: “Thanks for the interview, see you again never!” Ally kills Sightsee target: “I’ll make sure to mention you in the article!” Sightsee target suicides: “Oh, I’ll... write the eulogy, I guess.”

Using Emergency: “Here’s some stuff, come get it.” / *imitating Tobjörn* “Come getcher bandies!” / “Come over here for healing!”

Ultimate Line:

Allies: “Picture time, everyone! ...Smile!”

Enemies: *singing* “Smil til the skulte... kamera!” (”Smile to the hidden... camera!”, the intro of an old Norwegian hidden camera show)

#OWOCweek #saga #my characters

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thechocolategarage · 8 years ago

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Country & Cacao: Venezuela Is On My Mind...

May 12, 2017

Farmer's Market starts tomorrow! Which means we will open at 8am and close at 1pm.

Happy Friday! The above picture is from the fall of 2014, when Maria Fernanda Di Giaccobe, her son Bernardo, and Chloe Doutre Roussel came to introduce Cacao de Origen to our Garagistas. I am with them, in the old version of The Chocolate Garage®, happily holding one of the first of these bars to hit the United States. I have been thinking about what some of you were lucky enough to experience with me, that fall afternoon in Palo Alto. Chloe, Bernardo and Maria Fernanda shared with us the broader genetics we see in Venezuela, as well as the specific projects they are working on both at the chocolatier level as well as the farm level, helping to increase the local understanding of the post harvest process for top notch cacao. What we got to experience that afternoon was a resilience, an undying optimism, a beautiful calm without any underlying bitterness that to me springs from a patience, and an understanding of a different kind of power. A strong faith that the path to take even two plus years go, as there was little sign of governmental change, was to prepare for the change that would come. Not to sit in despair, but to patiently, with resolve, keep slowly plugging away, struggling to find simple ingredients like sugar, basic parts for machinery, all in order to build business skills, craftswomanship, an understanding of how to carefully craft chocolate and bonbons from some of the best cacao in the world. So that when change came, when the government changed and allowed for a more free market for cacao, and businesses and more freedom for people, they would be ready. Venezuela and the power of cacao The chaos and crisis is here. Venezuela is hurting very badly, protesters are in the streets, people are being jailed, kidnapped and are dying. It is not clear how things will shake out, but as this country's people work to bring change, if you want to learn a bit more, here is a moving and inspiring BBC piece featuring Maria Fernanda and Chloe's work in Venezuela, where they have been partnering on cacao and chocolate for many years. The latest episode of The Slow Melt, also interviews Chloe, as she speaks to what is going on in Venezuela, and also what we can and cannot do in this moment, to help. I also have a few minutes of our intimate fall afternoon at the Garage offices posted on YouTube. We have been working with Cacao de Origen over the years, also trying to expand our work to partner with smaller Venezuelan farmers who are being assisted by a family who has been growing cacao for many generations in Venezuela. The Francheschi family has been growing and processing cacao for many generations, and a couple of years ago, we worked together to try to bring in some really special cacao, together with Maria Fernanda and Chloe. That is a whole other long story, I discussed this a bit in Episode 7 of my collaborative podcast conversation with Brian Beyke of Abandon Coffee, Unwrapped, to be posted in the next couple of days. The challenges of this long and complicated supply chain/value web are great, and our love for chocolate and fellow humans is going to be greater. Chocolate (when Happy) holds the power to heal, to let us experience the beauty of this very moment, and find strength in that beauty and sweetness. To align our values with our daily choices, to come back into our bodies and feel the melt, the tastes, the flavors. To just STOP for a few moments and be connected to the beauty and pleasure of the moment and know that in this beautiful melt, and delicious flavor, lies a new way of being, a new way of trading, a new way of respecting all the humans involved with it, from the tree to the finished morsel you get to enjoy. Maria Fernanda refers to cacao and chocolate & bonbon making in Venezuela as holding the power to "reunite a country that is broke(n) now". This is why The Chocolate Garage exists. We can get caught up in the reality of selling chocolate before it expires, paying our bills, meeting payroll, and applying for Trademarks, but underneath all of this lies this truth: The Chocolate Garage® and Happy Chocolate® exist to help springboard our current world of unfettered greed towards a future world where we can learn to build, grow and create while embracing our humanity, and not squashing others. It is of utmost importance now more than ever, especially in our corner of the world (Silicon Valley), that we nurture empathy, and that we understand the tools we are building. We must think deeply about what we are building, what we are participating in, how we are giving up our rights and our privacy. Which of course brings us to the... BAKE OFF May 17th In the spirit of bringing community together (more important then ever) and being in the moment, I am really looking forward to our 7th anniversary Bake Off, where judges will be assessing (ahem! hard work!) the different concoctions you will be making. Any last contenders? We have a few more bags of complimentary cocoa powder to give to participants. I have been hearing about some delicious recipes, involving chocolate meringue, mascarpone layering, delicious brownies, cheesecakes... Guess what I have to do on Wednesday May 17th? Judge. Boohoo. Any of you dying to judge? If so, email me, telling me why you would make a good Happy Chocolate Bake Off judge! We only need 2-3 more judges, so we will be picky! Bake off submissions need to be received before 7pm on May 17th. If you cannot make it between 5-7 pm, email us to organise an earlier drop off. Succinct summary of the rules: Use the cocoa powder. Savory, sweet, baked, not baked, sauted, deep fried, koji fermented... anything goes. Just make it YUMMY! Until then, we are open tomorrow, and we are continuing our month long celebration of Patric Chocolate. I had hoped to get much more done this week around celebrating Patric via social media etc, but found myself recovering from some *awful* food poisoning. Upside, I got to work on those very useful rib cage muscles I never knew I had... Saturday Tasting Menu Patric Chocolate Madagascar 67% Patric Chocolate Licorice Patric Chocolate PBJ OMG Patric Chocolate Browned Butter BONUS TASTE: Soma's Gianduja GIANT confection. FUTURE CHOCOLATE REFILL SPECIAL A second week of generous specials! To thank you for being so generous and always supporting Happy Chocolate®! This week we are welcoming back all our Farmer's Market regulars who don't come visit us in the winter. We'll get caught up with the latest Patric bars, and let you have a taste as well of the delicious SOMA Gianduja GIANT confection. Refill at the 500 level and choose any 4 Patric bars on us. Or choose 2 SOMA Gianduja tubes. Or half and half: 2 Patric bars, and one SOMA Giant confection. Refill special can be in person or by email. Get one Patric bar compliments of us, if you refill at 150. SWITZERLAND June 25th-July1st. Our upcoming origin trip, is to Switzerland. We are closing it soon but we still have some spots available. It is possible to join last minute, but we may not be able to get you rooms at the same hotels, or accommodate you completely, so jump now if you are teetering! FILM PATRONS? Given the cozy size of our origin trip, we are not sure to be able to turn out a documentary on Switzerland's critical role in chocolate and Happy Chocolate. If anyone has any ideas of how we can fund our wonderful filmmaker to join us, please send them my way. We need an extra $3K in order to make it happen. I am aware of Kickstarter and IndieGogo, but those also have tremendous costs associated in order to run a successful campaign, so I am looking for some patrons of film shorts, the arts and chocolate, or specific grants for film making with an activist or social entrepreneurship twist. Or simply $3K that is laying around and someone wants to push towards more educational chocolate content, with no strings attached (we can credit you in film credits!). We don't like strings. Otherwise, we would have taken Big Candy money long ago. The goal of our origin trips is to share our learning with the larger world who cannot come on our trips. So, if you have enjoyed our thus far self funded Happy Chocumentaries (Nicaragua, Cuba and soon Hawaii), and would like to see a Switzerland episode, followed by our next India episode, and an eventual Côte d'Ivoire and Ghana episode... send us your ideas, funds or moral support, whichever is the most easy to share. If you haven't already enjoyed our two first efforts, what are you waiting for?! Go watch them, link is earlier in this paragraph. And of course, the final possibility, you watched one or both and didn't enjoy them! If so, would you be so kind as to please send me feedback and tell me why, and what you think we ought to do better. It is very hard to build things, easier to critique, but I am not so thin skinned that I don't want to get honest feedback about why the chocumentaries miss the mark, or need something different. I am a trained scientist, a self taught entrepreneur, a born risk taker, a dreamer and fearless crazy redwood runner... producing films is my latest foray, so I am pretty darned humble about all the things I got wrong, and can improve on. Bring it! INDIA 2018 IS NEXT I know there is much interest for coming on an origin trip to India. The work towards that trip has started, it is the second half of my heritage (or first? maternal effect rules!), hence the name Sunita. The last name is my maiden name, and comes from Europe, paternal grandfather was French, and grandmother was Swiss. So, right after I run dancing through my semi-native Swiss alps with Bollywood music, let's go to India! That trip will probably be about ten days, I would prefer 14, but I understand the vacation constraints in the US. I think it best to plan minimum 12-14 days with travel, the trip will happen late Feb/early March 2018, dates will come later this summer. If you are interested, we already have a lot of folks who have expressed interest, so this trip will fill quickly, unlike boring, easy to visit Switzerland <yawn> ... Kidding. Oh, so many places can be misunderstood. Email if you would like to be considered for one of the 12 spots on our India trip. Loyal trip goers from previous trips get preference, if you behaved. :) This is not a commitment, just a show of interest. You need to budget 1 day on each end of the trip to travel, and 10-11 days to be there. We will be in the south where most of the cacao grows. There are some cool tree-to-bar and bean-to-bar operations to visit! And, we will visit the back waters on a house boat, enjoy all the amazing fish and vegetarian curries, see and learn about a traditional martial art and Indian classical dance from Kerala (oh yeah, my mom tried to make me study that type of dance... but I refused, I just wanted to be like everyone else back then). Come with us to visit one of the most historically diverse and tolerant parts of the world, with old Syrian Christian, Jewish and Muslim settlements, all co-existing with the predominant Hindu majority. I spent three months down there between jobs in 1999/2000 (Y2K remember that?) and was there again in 2004 when there was the big tsunami that hit Thailand. I studied the food *very* carefully. One of the most sophisticated cuisines I have encountered. Ok, perhaps this newsletter is contending for longest-weekly-newsletter-ever, I was just chatting with Alan of Patric Chocolate about how long my weekly newsletters usually take... I proudly said "these days, I have it down to 1.5 - 2 hours from start to finish", I just majorly increased the average time today! See you tomorrow! Claire (albeit jetlagged) will be back, Katie is our newest crew member, Cassie is in town and helping us out too, all for the first day of the Farmer's Market! Hooray for a well staffed Garage! Alice will be home taking her Saturday, but always lurking in the background, making sure all runs smoothly. It takes a large and wonderful team to make all of this happen. Thank you for reading this far, if you did! Sunita

Here is Juliette filming in Maui, as we took a look at cacao, food sovereignty and chocolate making in the islands! It is currently in post production, we can't wait to share it with you.

Piles of Patric Perfection, until May 31st, we are covering the 25 dollar shipping. Here is your chance to taste all those Patric bars you have missed out on!

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