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anniemika · 2 years ago

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Chocolate kisses

Eren Jaeger x Female Reader

Summary: You decide to surprise your best friend, Eren, for his birthday, and the night takes an unexpected turn.

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“Happy birthday, Eren!”

You grin at the tall boy in front of you, his confused eyes on yours as you hold the delicious-smelling birthday cake in front of his sleepy face.

It’s his 21st birthday today, and you, being his best friend, wanted to surprise him at his dorm at exactly 12 a.m. with your special three way chocolate cake that you’d spend the last 3 hours making.

His hair is tasseled and he looks like he just woke up, but that doesn’t stop him from giving you the warmest smile ever. He leans down, blowing the candles you’d lit, relishing in the sweet giggles that fall out of your lips.

“You didn’t have to do that.” He leans against the doorframe, taking the cake from your hands. “Thank you, Y/n.”

“You’re very welcome, legal boy”, you coo, excitedly swaying from one foot to the other, “can I come in?”

“Oh, shit, yeah, sorry”, he moves from the door and you make your way in, noticing his roommate isn’t there.

“Where’s Armin?” You walk around the dim lit room, with Eren walking behind you, putting the cake on the nearby coffee table.

“With Annie I think.”

“You’re celebrating alone? Eren, you shoulda called me.”

He lets out a low laugh, “Wasn’t exactly celebrating, more like trying to catch up on sleep.”

“Shit, I’m sorry”, you bite your inner lip, feeling a bit embarrassed for waking him up.

“No, no, it’s alright. I’m really glad you came.”

You send him a smile, moving to sit on the little couch in the middle of the room.

“It’s my specialty, you know.” You cheekily say, nodding to the delicious-looking cake in front of you.

“Yeah?” He moves to sit next to you, dipping a finger in the chocolate frosting and licking it clean.

You can’t really read his eyes in the darkened room, so your heart skips a beat when a few seconds pass by without him saying anything. “Verdict?”

He turns to you, flashing you his pearly white teeth. “Best fucking cake I’ve ever had.”

Your eyes sparkle with joy, “Really?”

“Yeah, really.” He stands to get plates, a knife, and two forks from the kitchen, then cuts the biggest piece possible, sitting back next to you. “Open up.”

He swings an enormous bite straight to your mouth, and you yelp. “Eren, that’s huge!”

He fights the urge to make a “that’s what she said” joke, chuckling while feeding you. “This ain’t a small bite cake.”

He watches as you chew with delight, the pride apparent on your features. “It’s sooo good.”

He nods and goes for a second bite when a chocolate stain right below your lip catches his attention.

“You have a little..”, he stares, and you’re looking at him confused until he gently swipes his finger across your lip. The touch takes you by surprise, and when you take in Eren’s gaze, you feel a flush form on your cheeks. He’s so pretty, even when he’s just gotten out of bed, wearing the sponge Bob pj’s you bought him for his last birthday.

“Uhm, thanks.” You say, and it takes a few seconds for Eren’s lingering stare to move onto the cake in front of him.

“Y-yeah, sure.”

There’s a short silence that settles, one that you break when you grab your purse and start rummaging through it.

“I, uh.. got you something.”

He’s instantly turning to give you a scolding look. “Y/n-“

“I know, I know, can we skip this part? I wanted to and I got you something.. I hope you like it.”

You slowly pull the CD from your bag, sheepishly handing it to him. The moment Eren realises what your hands are holding, his eyes pop.

“No fucking way.”

He grabs it and starts inspecting it thoroughly, mouth falling agape. “Are you shitting me right now!?”

“Nope. It’s signed by all the members, and that right there is Kurt’s.”

He’s flipping the Nirvana album in his hands, staring at it like it’s not real. “Y/n, you shouldn’t have done this. It must’ve cost a fucking fortune.”

“Eren, it’s okay. I made a good deal, and besides, this is also your Christmas present, so it’s fine.” You’re chuckling but when you catch his eyes, and the intensity with which they’re looking at you, you gulp.

“Eren?”

It happens so fast, you don’t have any time to process it. But you sure felt it. His lips on yours, the gentle kiss they gifted you, and the way your whole body stiffened in surprise. And now, Eren’s lingering breath is just inches away from yours, and there’s no courage in your heart to look up at his eyes.

“Shit”, he starts, his actions dawning on him, “shit, I’m sorry.”

You’re frozen, heart beating in your throat.

“Y/n, I’m-“, he’s panicking, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I did that.”

And you’re just as quick as him, just barely pressing your mouth against his like it’s your first kiss, then quickly pulling away, shocked at yourself.

Then, silence. It’s suffocatingly loud, and downright insufferable because neither of you are moving a muscle, as if scared that if you do, your actions would become realer than they already are.

You slowly turn away from him and put your hands on your lap, head down in embarrassment.

“I-“

“I’m-“

You both start, and it feels like someone’s removed all the oxygen from the room.

“Well, that was awkward.” You get the courage to say, your nervous laugh ringing in his ears.

“Yeah, I just.. got really happy, I guess.” You catch the way his hand scratches nervously at the back of his neck, a habit he’s had ever since you were kids.

“You have a real way of showing it.” You bite your lip in an attempt not to laugh, although it wouldn’t be because you find any of this funny but because of the nerves eating away at your insides.

“Oh shut up, you kissed me back!” Eren snaps at you playfully, gently throwing a cushion pillow your way.

“I- I was surprised! I wasn’t- I didn’t mean to.” You’re stuttering, and he understands because if you could get a glimpse of what’s inside his brain right now, you’d find a total, awkward mess. He doesn’t let it show though, trying to keep you from finding out just how nervous both of your actions have made him.

“Yeah, let’s just.. forget about it.”

You don’t expect it to sting that much when he says it but you guess it really didn’t mean much to him if he could brush it off that easily.

“..Yeah, okay.”

Another silence settles between you, hundreds of thoughts running through your mind until Eren plants his hand on your shoulder, the contact making you flinch.

“Hey”, his tone is gentle, inducing a tiny shiver down your spine, “thank you for this. It’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

You gather the strength to look at him, trying to keep your overwhelming feelings in check.

“You’re welcome, ‘Ren”

And there you go again, with that nickname and that infectious smile, making him forget what earth he’s on.

Eren’s always liked you. Maybe he didn’t understand to what extent when you were younger, but he’s always been very protective of you, and given the fact you’re the person he loves spending his time most in the world, he shouldn’t have been so surprised when his instinct was to kiss you 2 minutes ago. You’re just always so kind to him, so caring, always there for him when things get tough, that it’s not at all surprising that somewhere between the time of being a kid and a reckless teenager whose wounds you’d always patch up, he’d fallen for you.

And even now, you’re treating his birthday like this huge deal when it doesn’t even mean that much to him. And that makes him love you even more.

He doesn’t want to push himself onto you though because in his mind, you’re probably just thinking of him as a friend, and wouldn’t be too open to the idea of having a relationship with him. But boy, is he wrong.

The taste of his chocolaty lips lingers on yours, and you’re still too lost in thought when he gets up and starts talking to you about just how much he loves his gift. He notices you’re staring into nothing, and of course, a slight panic comes over him because what if he’s really fucked things up? His mind is quickly trying to work out a solution for this mess, wondering how to fix the situation when he realises you’ve moved from the couch and are now standing in front of his face.

“Why’d you kiss me?” You barely have the strength to look at him, but still, you ball your fist and stare up at his forest greens.

“I told you-“

“I don’t believe you.”

Shit, shit, shit-

He laughs nervously, “Y/n, it was nothing, I said I was sorry, I mean.. why’d you kiss me back?”

The inside of your cheek starts hurting when you realize you’ve been chewing at it way too hard, your skin burning from the inside out, “I don’t know, I..”, your hearts on the verge of exploding, “I wanted to.”

Oh.

“..what?”, Eren’s tone makes you even more nervous, but you try to ignore the uncomfortable feeling it brings you.

“I do- did! I did.” You can hear your pulse like your heart is stuck to a machine, your palms are sweaty, and this all feels like a dream, one that might turn into a nightmare if Eren continues to just stare down at you with the perplexed look he has on his face.

“Aren’t you gonna say something?” You can barely recognize your voice, so weak and fragile, as opposed to how it usually sounds. You guess given the situation, it’s good you can still even talk.

“Huh?” Eren looks so lost, you debate if he’s even processing your words properly.

“Y-you don’t have to, it’s just..”, you fidget with your fingers, casting your eyes down at your feet, “I kind of.. just confessed I wanted to kiss you, so..”

And no matter how many times you say those words, to Eren, they would still feel too good to be true. He knows he has to say something, or else you might run out of here and never speak to him again.

“I, uh..”, come on, you idiot, “I’m glad you did.”

You shoot your sparkling eyes up, and before he can lose himself in them and their pretty colour, he continues, “I wanted to kiss you, too. I’ve wanted to for a long time.”

Relief washes over you in an instant, but you don’t let yourself get too happy, only letting a quiet “oh” as acknowledgment.

“Yeah, so..”, he’s scratching at his neck again, “I guess that’s that.” He chuckles nervously, but you’re not reciprocating. Instead, you tippy-toe on your toes, your palms on either sides of his face, and then gently plant your lips on his again. It’s soft, and sweet, and pure, just like your feelings for him. The feelings you’ve always been too scared to admit, the ones you’d hidden away inside your heart, that are now finally emerging free.

You know you’ve taken him by surprise when you reach for his hand, his muscles tense, but you don’t need to open your eyes to know that his are closed, taking this moment in, and appreciating it just as much as you are.

When the kiss ends, you’re still holding his hand, locking your eyes with his wide ones.

“I guess that’s that.”

Eren’s never been too good at controlling himself.

He whisks you away in his arms, falling back on the couch with you on his lap, his lips searching for yours in a state of pure bliss, his eagerness sending tingles through your body. You’ve never been so happy in your life. You’ve dreamed this, wanted this for the longest time but having it happen right now feels unreal. Your best friend, your Eren, he wants you. Like a man wants a woman. And it feels fucking amazing.

Eren’s kisses take your breath away. They’re tender but also needy, like he’s been holding himself back for so long and can now finally express just how much he likes you. And he does. It’s in the way he holds the back of your head, his fingers gently going through your hair. In the way he softly grips your arm, ensuring you stay right where you are. And it’s in the way he sighs into your lips while he kisses you, like it’s what he’s dreamed of his entire life.

“Wait,”, you don’t expect him to be the first to break contact, and when he does, your eyes are still focused on his lips, “is this- I mean, what does this mean?”

Well.. what does this mean? You’re not entirely sure yourself, but you’ve got a pretty close idea.

Gathering enough air in your lungs, you then presume to say, “I like doing this, Eren.. with you.”

‘Breathe’ is the only word Eren recognises in his brain right now.

“But.. our friendship-“

“I know.” You’re quick to silence him, knowing well enough what he’s about to say, “But.. if we don’t try-” Shit, is there a right way to say this? Trying your best to stay calm and think clearly given the situation, you cup his flustered face, “What I mean is, I don’t want this to be a one time thing. Now that we’ve crossed the line, there’s no coming back from it.”

Eren’s looking at you all red and breathless, his hold on you firm.

“I don’t want to forget these kisses, Eren. To forget how it feels doing this with you.” You continue, amazed at your bravery to say the things you thought you’d never have the courage to, “I don’t.. want to do this with anyone else. If you don’t want to either, then.. we can try.”

Seconds that feel like years pass by with your eyes staring at one another, the heavy atmosphere weighing on both of you. That is until Eren’s forehead rests against yours, his breath caressing your swollen lips.

“Yeah.” It’s quick and you almost miss it before his lips find yours again, “Yes.” He repeats, this time more firmly. “Fuck yes.”

You grin into his mouth, and he playfully bites your lower lip in return. He readjust’s your position so both of your legs are on either sides of him, his hands resting on your hips. There’s a slight change on his face, the boost of confidence you sense in him sending heat to your cheeks.

“We can try as many times as you want to.”

Gulp.

Now you’re the one who’s tongue’s caught in your throat.

And to your dismay, Eren notices.

A light chuckle fills the room, “Getting shy now?”

“N-no! It’s just-“, your voice gets lost somewhere along the way, because the green eyed boy kisses you again, like he has kissed you all his life.

“Y/n?” His thumb catches your chin, striking green eyes drawing hearts in yours, “You just made this the most amazing birthday I’ve ever had.”

The night ends with you thinking that maybe, someday you might also be able to tell him that this was the most amazing night of your life.

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A/N: Happy birthday to my favourite 2d boy❤️ this was a wip from last year that I’d forgotten about and finished 2 weeks ago, and I like it very much because it’s so light and cute and awkward and yeah<3 bye y'all

#Eren jaeger #Eren jaeger x reader #Eren #Eren x reader #eren fluff #eren jaeger fluff

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mistahgrundy · 4 months ago

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I watched the second Joker movie. after the cut, massive spoilers! Massive rambling!

It's bad. Yes.

Little bit about me in case this escapes containment: I like villains. I'm a villain guy. I make a comic about villains! I've always liked them most in cartoons and comics etc since I was a kid. I am not an incel, I do not hate women. I am in fact a married gay trans man. I liked the first Joker movie. I like the joker. Although, gotta say, my fav joker is mark hamill joker because I am a man of taste lmao. I'm not really a Joker/Harley kinda person. I don't have strong feelings about that couple either way. So, that's me. I'm just a normal guy. I like batman comics but I don't keep up with them.

aaaaanyway. So like, the first movie is alright. It's not my favorite movie by any stretch of the imagination and I prefer the movie it's very obviously cribbing from (The King of Comedy).

a little confession: I did not watch this legally. I watched some kinda cam recording of it from a theatre. Maybe you're mad I did that or maybe you're glad I didn't give Todd Phillips money. Either way keep that to yourself I don't give a shit, I'm not going to a theatre to get covid for this.

Damn I am typing!! Sorry sorry I'll get to the movie. Here I go!

The movie starts with like a five minute fake old warner brothers looney tune starring Arthur Fleck in which his shadow keeps stealing his identity and hurting people. Weird. Ok. I kinda knew at that point I needed to buckle up for some self indulgence.

Short description of the plot: Arthur/Joker is in Arkham asylum now and he's medicated, the guards treat him like shit and pay him for jokes with cigarettes. He's got a lawyer and he's getting ready for a competency hearing to judge whether or not he can stand trial or if he'll be declared legally insane. The movie seems to weirdly imply that if he gets declared incompetent he'll be released but that's not how that works in real life...

While he's in Arkham he meets a girl named Lee in a singing group and here's where the movie just takes a hard right down into a drain. From now on you're in for a lot of off key singing from Arthur and pretty Ok singing from Lee (I mean it's Lady Gaga). It's kind of a drag on the movie, takes up a lot of time, and I think the movie would only be an hour long if it didn't have these 1970s style variety show interludes.

Arthur starts his trial and at some point Lee convinces him to fire his lawyer and defend himself as The Joker. The guards back at Arkham hate this and one night they all attack him in the shower and the movie seems to imply they did something pretty bad to him. Then when he's lying catatonic in solitary the guards murder one of his only friends in the asylum while he listens. He sorta just gives up at this point and doesn't wanna play anymore.

Nobody likes this. Lee hates it. Everyone abandons him. He wipes his makeup off confesses his mother's murder and just as the jury is announcing him guilty on all charges a carbomb goes off outside the court and Arthur escapes into the street aided by some guy dressed up as the joker.

After that Arthur finds Lee (Harley Quinzel) on those tall ass stairs from the first movie and she sings him that's entertainment signifying that their relationship is over and the cops arrest him.

He's taken back to Arkham and re medicated. Some time later a guard comes and gets him and tells him he's got a visitor and on his way another inmate stabs him to death, the end.

No you don't get to find out who that visitor was!!

Okay, so, thoughts! First of all, Arthur Fleck in this movie gets treated like an innocent baby man. In the first movie you can tell he's got problems, obviously, and he's a little bit pathetic and empathetic in the beginning but he's also you know in charge of himself despite his difficulty with reality. He's the one deciding to hurt others and murder.

But in the sequel it's all baby man all the time. He's a widdle baby a widdle birthday boy and none of this is his fault. Everyone's soooo mean to him. :( Harley Quinnzel is sooo conniving. She lied to him, boohoo, she's rich actually, she's a temptress. The movie goes out of its way to let you know that Arthur is low IQ, never went to highschool, his own mom hated him, he's gullible, he's passive and docile. He'd never hurt a fly... You think the movie will switch this up at some point and redeem itself? Hahahaahahaha nooooo in fact that way he just dies at end almost paints him as some martyred saint like biblical figure. If they make a (or were planning to make) a 3rd movie where he resurrects I am going to be so mad.

So Harley lies to him from the get go, tells him she's from his neighborhood, she's an arsonist, her abusive dad's dead, her mom's awful. In reality she's a rich girl with a psychiatric degree, her alive parents are doctors and obviously she is not from his neighborhood.

Honestly, and this probably would have made the movie even more fucked up, but I do wish the movie was more about this. It's barely about this. Joker forgives her basically instantly after a weird little musical fantasy sequence and it's like whatever. He has to forgive her, he's the perfect liddle baby man, remember? He's there to get abused and used by wily females. From Harley to his lawyer to his mother...

There was one scene in the movie that was good, and it was during the trial when they bring out Mr. Puddles from the first movie to testify. Mr. Puddles was in the party clown business with Arthur, he's a little person, and watched Arthur murder someone in the first movie.

He has a scene where he talks about how scared he was and how small he felt and how being there for that has hurt him and ruined his life and Joker almost has a moment of clarity. The only good scene in the movie. The scene where the movie itself almost has a moment of clarity.

Big props to Leigh Gill, who owned that scene hard.

Everything from Harley abandoning him after lying about being pregnant with their child (another wily female thing, baby trapping!!), his death, his trial, it's all just. Oh look at the poor lil guy. I find the whole thing really creepy. And all that for nothing. It was barely important to the plot.

Like yeah the musical interludes ground the movie to a dead halt and made the pacing very bad, but whatever about that. It's the PLOT that's the bad part. Holy moly.

Sorry if this is also poorly paced and not well thought out, lol, I'm just mind dumping after thinking about the movie for a day (I watched it yesterday)

But yeah them's my thoughts.

Also my cat just ate a click beetle and I don't think she liked it.

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ladykailitha · 2 years ago

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Star Child Part 7

Yes, you’ve read that right, I am back with the rockstar AU. I finally got part 8 done (this one ends in a bit of a cliffhanger) I’m still not sure where this story is going other than knowing the ending. That I’ve had since the beginning. So I don’t know how regularly this will update. Plus I have three other WIP that need to be worked on as well. But I hope this chapter was well worth the wait.

We meet Steve’s bodyguards and Eddie has an encounter of the dangerous kind.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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Steve arrived in LA three days later, a day before he needed to be in the studio. Which meant that he would have a day to relax in his pool before being locked into the studio basement for the next two months.

Okay, so that was an exaggeration but that’s what it felt like the last four albums. When he got to his house, he found the most unlikely of pairs waiting for him. They were both in black suits and button downs. His was a light green and hers was pink.

He was tall. Taller than Steve by a lot. His dark skin contrasted with the freckled red-head next to him. Her long hair was braided to the middle of her back and she was short, barely coming up to Steve’s chin.

Janice got out of the car. “Steve, these are your new bodyguards. Lucas Sinclair and Max Mayfield.”

Steve looked at them blankly. “Yeah, okay.”

Lucas caught his look and laughed. “I’m just here to pull her,” he jutted his thumb at Max, “off bad guys to limit the liability.”

Max just grinned.

Steve huffed out a laugh. “So how is this going to work?”

“They will go out with you whenever you leave the house,” Janice explained. “So be sure and call ten minutes before you leave, so that they can arrive. If you have a schedule for the studio, please have your manager forward it to us. Schedules are great for us, but bad for you, because people can pick up on it and stalk you.”

Steve bit his lip and nodded. “I just want to let you guys know that I’ve had trouble with my security spying on me for the label, so if anything gets back to them that I don’t want them to know, your ass is grass faster than you can blink.”

The other three shared glances, but all nodded. “You have our discretion,” Janice said.

Steve nodded. “I go into the studio at 10am, but I run every morning at 6am.”

Lucas and Max shared a glance.

Lucas sighed. “I guess I’ll be digging out my running shoes.”

Steve chuckled. “You think you can keep up?”

Lucas laughed. “Just try it, pretty boy.”

Steve let himself into his house and sighed. It wasn’t one of those white, sterile monstrosities that other celebrities tended to go in for. It was warm and welcoming and everything his parents’ house never was.

He immediately went for the pool, opening the sliding door to his backyard. There on one of lounge chairs was his favorite person in the world.

“Robin!”

She looked up from her magazine and grinned. “Steve!” She jumped up and gave him a hug and big kiss on the cheek.

“You ready for this?” she asked gently. “Just two more months and you’ll be free to be you.”

Steve sighed. “Yeah I know.”

“The label called me yesterday,” she said leading him over to the chairs and sat him down.

“What did they want?” Steve asked, wearily.

“They’re pissed,” Robin said. “They were expecting you to take longer for the five albums and are threatening legal action.”

Steve’s eyebrows went up. “Holy shit!”

“Don’t worry, I’ve contacted a good contract lawyer,” Robin said, putting her hand on his knee. “We meet with her tomorrow.”

Steve sighed. “I didn’t do anything wrong. They wanted five albums, I gave them four platinum selling albums and about to give them another. They can fuck off.”

“I think they were expecting you to take longer than six to eight months touring,” Robin said.

“I don’t like performing, everyone knows that,” Steve groused.

“I think people might disagree with you after seeing the Love Loud concert,” she said, sing-song.

He laughed. “Okay...let me amend that. I don’t like performing pop.”

Robin laughed with him. “I don’t know why they tried to box into that. Think of how much money they would have made if they had given you creative freedom?”

Steve shook his head. “I know, right?” He got up. “I’m just gonna change into my swim trunks and be right back out.”

She nodded. “And don’t worry about the contract. I made sure it was air tight in our favor.”

Steve grinned.

Eddie was lying in bed at their hotel in Austin, Texas, thinking about Steve. He was always thinking about Steve, so that wasn’t new. But was new was that he was thinking about writing a song about Steve.

An actual fucking love song.

Corroded Coffin had dipped their toes into the love ballad pool a couple of times in the past when Eddie got infatuated with a boy. But this felt different. This felt monumental. And he didn’t know what to do about that.

So he did what he always did when he needed to relax, he called an Uber and got decked out in finest threads. Then he asked the driver for the best gay club in town. Usually Eddie asked the boys to go with him, but he wanted to lose himself in the music for a bit.

He wasn’t stupid. He let them know where he was going and set up an Uber for them to be taken to the club later.

When Eddie got to the club, he knew it was his kind of place. There were two crossed guitars behind the name saying “Upside Down”. The bouncer at the door was a tall, thin man that didn’t look like much, but Eddie didn’t doubt that the man could toss the most determined drunk.

The man barely glanced at him before making a check mark on his hand and waved him through.

The inside was wicked cool. It had Tesla coils and plasma balls that were red, giving off the effect of red lightning hanging from the ceiling.

The dance floor seemed to pulsate with sickly red cracks.

Eddie pulled out his phone and took a couple pictures sending it to Gareth with a message to get their asses down here.

Usually he would loosen up with a beer, but he wanted to get to that dance floor. He pulled his hair back and slipped into crowd that was practically hopping with the music. He let music take control and began to sway. He let his mixed up emotions about a certain teen idol go and just listened to the beat.

The music washed over him like waves. He wasn’t sure how long he was out there, but he began to feel fatigue in his bones and thirst in his throat, so slipped back out into the club proper.

But before he could make his way to the bar, two large men directed him to the VIP suite.

Sitting on the dark red sofa was a gorgeous man in a white suit. He was slim with sharp cheek bones, his blond hair was shaved on the sides, the top swooping over his left eye artfully.

Eddie was impressed. Not his taste, even if he hadn’t been in the middle of the biggest crush of his life. But very easy on the eyes.

“Hello,” he greeted, unsure why he was here in the first place.

“Hello, yourself,” the man greeted. His voice was smooth. “I was surprised when Gorgon said that the Eddie Munson was in my club. I just had to see for myself.”

Eddie jutted his head to the door. “Gorgon the door gargoyle?”

The man smiled. “Very good. He’s named thus because he is my stony-eyed guardian.”

Eddie half shrugged. “Yeah, I can see it.” He looked around. “It’s a nice place you’ve got here.”

“Thank you,” the man said, smile never faltering. “Please sit.”

He patted the sofa next to him, but Eddie opted to sit across from him in a black velvet arm chair.

“You have me at disadvantage,” Eddie said, tapping his fingers on the arms. “You know who I am but I don’t know who are.”

The man grinned. “And if I wanted it that way?”

Eddie moved to stand up and the man held up his hand. “Please stay. I’m Henry Creel.”

Eddie settled back in his chair, wiggling, a smug look on his face. “Nice to meet you, Henry.”

The smile never faltered, but Eddie could tell that it took on a hard edge. He wasn’t behaving the way Henry wanted him to. And that made him the bitch.

“How are you like our fair city?” Henry cooed.

Eddie half shrugged. “So far so good, I’m in town for another day, but I’m not a tourist, I ain’t got time for site seeing.”

“And do you have to rush off?” Henry asked leaning forward, elbow on his crossed legs. “I mean you could send your band in the tour bus and then you could take a flight out the following day. You could be a tourist for one day.”

It was something that Eddie had thought about doing that day with Steve. Go to the children’s hospital, take a flight to Chicago. But he couldn’t do it. His band was his family, other than his uncle, Wayne.

“That’s sweet of you to offer,” he said with a grin. “But I take this gig very seriously. Maybe in a month or so when the tour’s up, but until then...”

Henry’s smile slid off his face for the first time. “I don’t believe it was a suggestion.”

Eddie ran his tongue over his teeth. He knew that the two bodyguards were behind him, blocking his exit.

“I’m not some pet you keep in a cage.” He put his foot on his other knee, making a four with his legs. “I also don’t play well with others.”

Henry licked his lips. “I have my ways. You’ll come to me. They always do.”

Eddie steepled his fingers together and pressed the forefingers to his lips. “You went about this all the wrong way. You immediately asserted your dominance. I hate authority. Oh so much. If you had been soft or even a bit on the simpering side, I would have been putty in your paws. But no...”

Henry scoffed. “I don’t beg.”

“And I don’t heel.”

They stared at each other for a moment.

He planted both feet on the ground and gripped the arms of the chair. “I also told my band I was coming here and to join me.” He looked at his watch. “About twenty minutes ago. So they’ll probably be here any minute now, if they aren’t already. And since you didn’t know they were coming, you didn’t think to tell Gorgon to keep them out.”

Eddie held up one hand and three fingers. He counted down on his fingers. Three, two, one...

“Eddie!” Gareth called out.

Henry’s head snapped up to see the rest of the Corroded Coffin boys standing behind the two guards.

Eddie cocked his head playfully. “Why don’t you tell Castor and Pollux to let my friends in and we can lots of fun the five of us. Or I could just go. This wasn’t as much my scene as I thought.”

Henry waved and the guards parted like the Red Sea.

Eddie stood up as Jeff, Gareth, and Brian came rushing into the room. He let them know he was okay.

“Until next time, Henry,” he called over his shoulder.

***

Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

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#My writing #stranger things #steddie #rockstar au #song fic #ladykailtiha writes

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eunchancorner · 3 months ago

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Good, Legal, Unsafe Fun

I realized how funny it would be if Henry and Ellie decided to combine their powers to just be forces of pure chaos and HAD to write it

Also yes, the terms are game-accurate

“ELLIE!!” Henry yelled, scaling a tall rock in the desert they’d driven out to. Charles had wanted them both to ‘get out of the house for once’ and have some ‘good, legal, safe fun’, although knowing these two, that was a low, low chance. However, they’d decided to ride out to the desert for a nature walk, when Henry suddenly had an idea to make this a bit more fun.

“What?!” she yelled back as she ran over to the base of the rock, watching him climb up in confusion.

“You see that cactus over there?!” he pointed at a cactus a short distance away. Ellie looked between him and it before shrugging.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Use your force powers to lift it up to my level, and bring it closer, I wanna try something!”

She raised an eyebrow but nodded, focusing on the cactus and breaking it off at the base, slowly force-lifting it up to about the level Henry stood at.

She watched as he seemed to brace himself, taking a deep breath before suddenly letting out a forceful yell.

“Rah-do-FOOS!”

Suddenly, the cactus was ripped out of her grip, launched what seemed to be hundreds of feet away. She watched as it broke into pieces upon smashing into the ground, before letting out a laugh, followed by an excited shout.

“That was fucking awesome!!” she cheered.

“Yeah, gimme a sec, then we can do another!” he yelled back down, his voice a little rougher than before.

Ellie scanned the area for other things they could launch, managing to lift a pretty sizable rock.

“Hey, Henry, does this look good?!” she asked, lifting it into position.

“Yep! Gimme a second and I’ll launch it!”

After waiting a few more moments, she watched as he braced again, letting out another yell and launching the rock directly onto where the remains of the cactus laid, letting out a hoarse laugh as it was smashed.

Ellie whooped and clapped at the reaction, looking around for another projectile.

“One more, then I’m coming down, okay?! And we do NOT tell Charles what we did!” Henry warned her and she gave him a thumbs up.

“Alright, let me find something good!” she shouted back up before spotting some kind of livestock skull a couple feet away.

“Hey, Henry, if you hit the rock with this skull, I’ll take you out for pizza after this, on me!” she offered.

“You’ve got a deal!” he laughed as she lifted the skull into position. After a few seconds, Henry let out the third yell, launching the skull at their impact point. Sure enough, the bone shattered on the rock they’d launched earlier, and Henry let out a rough, triumphant yell that was punctuated by a short coughing fit, earning a giggle from Ellie.

“You okay up there, Dragonborn?” she asked, as he coughed, watching him give her a quick thumbs up.

“Fine, fine, just getting a sore throat from all this! Just gimme a sec to get down!” he assured her, slowly clambering down from the rock. “By the way, I want meatlover’s.”

“Of course you do,” she rolled her eyes with a small amused smile. “C’mon then, I’ll drive.”

“Wanna race to the car?” he offered, earning a short chuckle from her.

“We both know I’m faster than you, but alright, I guess. Loser buys the other cheesy bread!”

“Alright, go on, I’ll give you a head start,” he smirked, and she gave him a look before she started running to where they’d parked, a short distance away. However, after a couple of seconds, she heard something from him.

“Wuld… NAHKEST!!”

Suddenly something dashed beside her, startling her and causing her to nearly lose her balance. Upon regaining it, her gaze darted to the coughing fit occuring next to their car, none other than Henry bracing himself against the car as he did.

“Who- What-... HUH?!” she demanded in confusion.

“Dragonborn, bitch!” Henry managed around his coughing fit as she came up beside him.

“I mean, I guess I didn’t say no yelling, but, no, no more, otherwise your throat's gonna be too sore to even eat your winnings. Now, get in,” she told him, sitting in the driver’s seat and starting the car.

There was no way they were telling Charles.

#eun writes #thsc #the henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin #ellie rose

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bakedbakermom · 6 months ago

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a prime example of why i don't fucking talk to my mother

tw my mom, weight stuff

so my mom and dad currently have some form of custody over my niece (almost 14, i don't know all the legal details, it's mostly a handshake thing) because my brother is an abusive alcoholic piece of shit and his ex-wife can barely manage to take care of herself, let alone a child.

part of their arrangement means niece spends part of every summer with her mother back in her home state. niece just returned from such a trip, and by her own admission, had a miserable time; ex-sil was working the whole time, so niece was mostly alone playing video games, and her phone wasn't working down there so she couldn't even keep in contact with her friends (or me!). she has some social and developmental issues and has shown a marked regression from where she was before this trip.

my mom's biggest concern though? her weight. with no friends and no physical activity and nothing but [notoriously obese home state foods combined with ex-sils' terrible cooking skills] had some kind of impact on her weight. how much, i don't actually know, because i'm a decent person and didn't ask, and also because my mom doesn't exactly know what healthy looks like on anyone, let alone an adolescent girl.

my mom says she's not going to address this directly with niece (hey wait is that growth?) and instead quietly replace all the food in the house with "healthier" options in the hopes of slimming niece down without her noticing (nope that's not growth, that's despicable actually).

this is the woman who encouraged me to drink SlimFast shakes in fifth fucking grade. i shudder to think what her plan is.

my mom is tall and naturally slim (though she has taken it to a truly horrifying place in the last few years, which is part of why i never see her - it hurts and it's triggering). niece takes after her mom, who is short and chubby. that, btw, is not at all a dig. i am also short and chubby. i have spent the last 20 years learning not to hate myself for that, for not looking like my mom, for not living up to her standards. for not being tall and skinny like her, like my sister. i tried, and nearly died for it.

i hate that my mom thought this was okay to gossip with me about, when she knows my history (however much she denies her role in it). i hate that i don't want her to see me, don't want her in my life, because what if she's judging my body too, gossiping with other people about me too? i don't want her in my daughter's life, either, for the same reason. eating disorders are a complex interaction of nature and nurture, and i'm fighting tooth and bloody nail to save my own life and protect my child from both.

but most of all i hate this for my niece. i hate that her bodily autonomy is being undermined. i hate that the person who is supposed to be watching out for her, teaching her, guiding her, is instead tricking her and judging her and gossiping about her. my mom always claims to be a safe person to talk to, a judgement free zone. she is NOT. "oh honey nothing you could ever say would upset me - wait you're suffering??? how dare you! do you want me to kill myself in front of you to show you how much that hurts me?" (i am paraphrasing, but not by much.)

i wish i could cut her out of my life completely without risking the contact i have with my niece. i wish i felt strong enough to tell her to shut the fuck up any time she brings up food or weight with me. i wish i could scream at her at the top of my lungs - for the sake of me now, and me then, and my niece, and my daughter, and my sister (who despite being the clear favorite did not get out unscathed either), and frankly every girl on the face of the fucking planet.

at least i won't have to talk to her again for at least a month. longer if she forgets my daughter's birthday again.

#AND THAT'S WHY I HATE FUCKING CALLING YOU ON YOUR BIRTHDAY MOM #mom shit

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spilledmilkfkdies · 1 year ago

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What do you think the wizards heights are? (Including Valtor if you cover him) 🙏

Okokok so the problem is that I am a supporter of making the wizards of the Black Circle tall, and I mean Tall, Dark Souls bosses type of tall- But y'know what's stopping me? The thought I could never fit them into a car. Mhm.

I mean, not just that, kinda, more like 'how would they function in a normal setting and could they live under humans like that', because apparently that matters to me. Even if the thought of them having gone "so far off the deep end" that they just don't fit in with humans anymore after everything is a little delicious as well. Basically, I would make them unreasonably tall if I cared like 20% less about normalcy. That being said? Here are some rough height estimates I'm thinking off, in no particular order-

Starting out with Gantlos because I simply will not shut up about how I think he should be a big lad, the biggest, even. The actual reason for that though is like, y'know how in Resident Evil Village you have Lady Dimitrescu ends sentence there and the way she has to bend down to go through some doors? That has altered my brain in a normal way. I am normal. Now I'm not saying Gantlos is that tall, as previously mentioned, sort of. But having to duck just a little bit when going through the average door? I'm not above doing that. Sorry. I think that would put him lightly above 7ft (well over 2m). Was he always that tall? Probably not. Is it doable? Eh, it's what I'm leaning towards right now, that's usually how it goes.

Paragraph over! Moving on to Ogron!! I was considering making him the shortest, you can disagree and be happy I changed my mind, you can be disappointed too- That man wears heels either way, so it's whatever no it's not I still think about him being the shortest sometimes. What position is he in right now? Um middle. Yeah. Like obviously, I guess, but I'll explain why it's a little confusing in a bit, let's say he's somewhere 6'4ft (1.93m) and 6'7ft (about 2m) maybe?? Pulling these numbers out of my ass don't even worry about it-

Now here's where I start making things really complicated for myself for no reason fr! Because!! Duman's height is all over the place. I don't just mean this in a way where sometimes he's literally a rat or bear with those matching heights- The height of his own form also just. Depends on his mood?? There's days where he's the shortest and days where he isn't. Rarely below 6ft (1.83m), never taller than Gantlos (Dumanic bat form not included, that shit is Large, but currently also unspecified). It just be like that sometimes. Any specific reason why I forced that onto him? Nuh uh definitely not.

Basically, Anagan is left as the shortest whenever Duman isn't. That's what we're going with rn. That's where we're at. He's not short though, just compared to the others ig? Put him next to the average man and he still has a couple of inches probably maybe- Are you starting to notice that I know very little about height because I feel like that seed had been planted in the first few sentences already.

Am I legally allowed to speak on Valtor's height? Will I be hunted for sport if I put a take out there that's not appreciated? Taking the absolute coward way out and saying I think he'd be shorter than Ogron, but above Anagan? His demon form is bigger than Duman's though, so there's that. Cough.

Will I be sticking to the order of this? Who knows! The actual numbers I did specify? Highly doubt it! But for now let's put it like, tallest to shortest:

Valtor demon form >> Duman demon form >> Gantlos >> Could be Duman >> Ogron >> Could also be Duman >> Valtor >> Duman again >> Anagan >> Duman sometimes

Okay that's all bye

#been a while since i just threw a bunch of rambly thoughts on here #i'm behind on asks but do NOT let that stop you from sending them #i'll get to it all eventually besties #sorry for the wait #this nearly killed me btw #in case you were wondering #humongous answer with vague actual heights #take it or leave it #winx club #winx headcanons #winx villains #winx valtor #wizards of the black circle #winx ogron #winx gantlos #winx anagan #winx duman #answered ask

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heydorothea009 · 2 months ago

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Bread on Toast 2162 - A Future Man s2 Fanfiction

After saving the world from the Biotics, Josh and Liv are catapulted into Tiger and Wolf’s time, 2162. The gang is separated from each other and contention begins to brew. Tiger and Liv find themselves face to face with an old “friend”, while Wolf gets caught in being someone he’s not, and Josh’s life is on the line. Things can’t possibly get any worse.

Chapter 11: Ultra-Max

Warnings: strong language

DAMNATION ISLAND - 3491 A.D.

Four enormous clear cells in an abyss of nothing.

The only lights that shone were from the lights that rimmed each cube shaped cell. They felt like hamsters in empty cages. They were completely separated, they couldn’t hear each other, and only could see each other. There was no way other than hand gestures and facial expressions for them to communicate.

Liv ran over to the end of her cell that met Josh’s banging on the thick glass. Josh couldn’t hear, but he saw. He waved his arms, yelling something that Liv couldn’t hear.

Wolf ran to the end of his cell that faced the nothingness, trying to peer out and see anything other than the pitch black that surrounded them.

Tiger was trying her best to yell orders, but no one could hear her. They’d all somehow ended up in all white rompers with short sleeved red shirts pulled on top that said, ULTRA-MAX. That was their only clue to where they were.

The end of Josh’s cell that faced the nothingness opened, making Josh jump to his feet. A tall bearded man with a red tuft of hair amongst his brown hair, wearing a gray suit, entered, sealing the door behind him.

“Hello, Josh.” He said. “I’m Susan.” Josh blinked, unresponsive. “I know in your time it’s a woman’s name, but I can assure you, it’s not. It’s for both.”

“…okay…hello, Susan.” Josh said. “Are you my lawyer, or-“

“I think you’ll find a lot has changed in the 1,497 years since you were born.” Susan cut him off.

“So…it’s 3674-“

“3491. Your math is off. You should’ve stayed in school, if you had you probably wouldn’t be staring death in the face.” Susan paused. “At Ultra-Max.” He looked off into the distance as if he were advertising something. Josh looked to where he was looking.

“Ultra-Max? That sounds bad-“

“It is bad.” Susan turned back to him. “It’s the worst.”

“Your crimes against humanity are some of the worst on our records, I don't even know where to start.” Susan said to Tiger, who just stood at stared at him, unbothered. “Biggest to smallest, smallest to biggest, sizes we don’t even know yet because they are unquantifiable.”

“You have put the greatest legal minds of our time in a real pickle. And I know how much you like those.”

Wolf slowly nodded.

“You have somehow, someway, created more devastation than anyone we have ever seen.”

“I’m really sorry, I didn’t know.” Liv welled up with tears. “I’ve never been arrested before-“

“I don’t need your waterworks, Miss Branson.”

“But everything that we did was-“

“For a good cause?” Susan cut Josh off. “Is that what you were gonna say?” Susan pulled some sort of net-orb from his mouth and threw it at the glass, bringing up an image of outer space. “Not gonna bother asking you what this is because I’m 100% sure that you don’t know.” He walked over to it. “The Horsehead Nebula.”

“Oh…” Josh stared at the image. “I was gonna say…Crab Nebula…”

“Your little time traveling caper, repeating the same eleven seconds over and over again ripped a hole in the space-time continuum right here.” Susan pointed to a budding rip.

“This was Grazier’s Triangle, which you destroyed. Along with the twenty seven planets that were inhabited by intelligent life in its vicinity.”

Wolf quirked an eyebrow. “We killed a bunch of ET’s?”

“You killed eighty five trillion ET’s. Many of whom looked like ET.” Susan stared Liv dead in the eyes as he said this.

“Well…that movie did scare me as a kid.” She mumbled.

“Whoops.” Tiger rolled her eyes.

“We’re…not alone in the universe?” Josh was dumbfounded.

“We weren’t.” Susan said. “But now we are again.” Josh swallowed hard. “There’s not even a word for that kind of murder. And that’s your first charge.” He swiped his hand through the air, bringing up a new projection. “Meet your family, Josh.” Projections of different Joshes came up. Susan swiped through them, the Josh in the Mons uniform, a horse jockey Josh, a mountain man Josh, a medieval Josh, etc. “Every duplicate of you, they didn’t just conveniently die, many of them escaped into time where they proceeded to wreak havoc, setting off the greatest manhunts of all time.”

“What, women weren’t hunted in this fucked up future?” Tiger asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Oh, they are,” Susan responded seriously. “With shocking brutality.”

“Case and point,” Susan swiped his hand downward. “William Wolfson.” A portrait of a very distinguished Wolf appeared. “Third Governor of New York. Fun fact, he killed John Jay in a duel.”

Wolf looked proud. “Jay must have been asking for a fight.”

Susan stared him down with intense eyes. “You slept with five of his six beloved children.”

Liv furrowed her brows and looked heavily concerned. “He slept with children?”

“They were…adult children.”

Wolf rolled his eyes and gave Susan a pitiful smile. “Well then, that sixth child must have been a real dog.”

“We were on a mission to save the world!” Josh defended them.

Susan kept swiping through all the Joshes. “Most of these previous you’s felt the same way.” A jester Josh came up. “And they continued to go back in time to right previous wrongs with Miss Branson over there, almost always ending in the destruction of humanity.”

“Me?!” Liv cried out.

“Yes, you.” Susan brought up a projection of both Liv and Josh dressed the earliest of early y2k fashion, both in shackles. “This version of you two tried to stop bin Laden before 9/11…they ended up giving him the time-machine.”

“Liv and I would never do that!” Josh ran his hands through his hair, panic growing.

“Well, you did, and now time traveling bin Laden is on both of you. As you can imagine, that’s quite the headache for us around here.” Josh let out a frustrated groan. “And now let me tell you about the Topanga Triumvirate.”

“These you’s jumped way, way, way, way, way, too far back, got stuck in the wall of a cave, died, was found by archeologists, and disproved the entire theory of evolution.”

Wolf stared, stunned, at the image in front of him, showing exactly what Susan had described.

Tiger just looked around up at the ceiling. “Am I boring you?” Susan asked.

“I’m just noticing that this glass is reinforced with carbon-fusion electro-sealant, so, it’s not how I’ll be escaping.” Tiger said nonchalantly.

“Oh, you won’t be escaping at all. Nothing leaks from Ultra-Max.” Susan said, looking off in the distance like he was promoting a product to an imaginary audience.

Liv blinked and looked behind her. “What are you looking at?” All she could see was Wolf laying like a starfish on the floor of his cell.

Susan waved his hand to dismiss her.

“Did any of the us’s do any good?” Josh asked, hope diminishing.

“Yeah, they did good in their timelines, but they were also creating other timelines. That’s what you don’t seem to get. Every time you went back to fix something, you were creating another timeline.”

Wolf stared, confused. His brain hurt.

Tiger shook her head. “Wait…what…what’s that now?”

“No…” Liv breathed out.

“Yes.” Susan said. He waved his hand, bringing up branches of all the different timelines.

Josh’s heart plummeted.

“All these timelines, all these different realities,” the branches kept extending out. He pointed to Josh. “Your fault.”

Josh processed what Susan was saying. “And in that reality the things that we change are changed there, but then when we left it just stays the same…”

“Forever.” Tiger said.

“Forever ever?” Wolf sounded heartbroken and scared.

Susan nodded. “Forever ever ever ever.”

Liv dropped her head into her hands as she dropped into a seat. “Oh fuck…”

“So Achilles died in that bunker even though we took down Stu…” Tiger realized.

“Yes. Horribly.”

“And the Biotics wiped out the rest of humanity even though we killed Kronish?” Wolf asked.

“You’ve never changed anything.”

Tiger deflated.

“All the you’s running around thinking they’re fixing things, they’re just creating new things.”

“You can kill Hitler, but there will still be a Hitler, because there was a Hitler.” Susan tried explaining to Josh, who had taken a seat to take in everything.

“So…I killed Hitler?” Josh asked.

“No!” Susan huffed. “Shockingly, that is one of the few things you never even tried to do. All Hitlers in your realities were left unscathed.”

Wolf raised a hand. Susan rolled his eyes. “Yes?”

“Who’s Hitler again?”

Susan sighed and pulled a small silver cube from his pocket, handing it to Liv. “This is your case file, coded to your thumbprint.” Liv stared down at it in her palm.

Josh turned his over in his hand.

Wolf held it like he was scared it would hurt him.

Tiger studied it intently.

“The four of you are responsible for all the time crimes, all the other you’s committed. And the punishment for time crimes…is death.”

Susan returned after a while of letting the four of them take a look at their files. He walked into Josh’s cell first.

Josh let out a heavy sigh that led into a groan when he saw Susan. “Look, Susan, this is bullshit. There is no way that I am responsible for what those psychopaths did! Neither is Liv! That’s just not us!”

“Bullshit?” Susan repeated. “The settled law. Robespierre vs. Robespierre 2735.” Susan paced around Josh. “They found in favor of Robespierre, overturning the lower court’s decision for Robespierre. Did you even look at your cube?”

Josh looked down at the cube that he was rolling between his fingers. “…the neural interface gave me nosebleeds. Still! Still, I cannot be punished for their crimes!”

Susan studied him. “There might be another way for you.” He bent down to Josh’s level, looking out into Tiger, Wolf, and Liv’s cells. “You see, some of you might be…higher-value targets than others.” He jabbed Josh in the chest with a finger. “If you’re willing to cooperate, you might just be able to speedboat off Damnation Island with your life.” Susan said in a low voice. “And maybe even a fresh start.”

Josh swallowed thickly. “But not Liv though, right?” He asked barely above a whisper. Susan just looked him dead in the eyes, saying nothing. “Not Liv though, right?” Josh asked louder.

“I’ll be back in a bit. Your smork is on backwards, by the way.” Susan poked Josh in the chest again. Josh stared up at Susan with wide, panicked eyes as he left.

Susan entered Tiger’s cell next. “Would you be surprised to know that,” he pointed into Josh’s cell, where Josh was trying and failing to take his smork off. “Is who were really after?”

Tiger narrowed her eyes at Susan again. “Are you surprised to see me still here? Because I am. There is a distinct lack of over-sized laundry carts, bravo.”

Susan just smiled. “There is a very easy way out of here. Through the front door, onto the red carpet, onto the speedboat, to the holoport with a very handsome parting gift.” Tiger shook her head repeatedly. “All you have to do is tell me all of this is Futturman’s fault.”

“Why?”

“No one in human history has caused more pain and suffering than Josh. Not Caligula, not Stalin, not Stu, not Xarxon 9, the Destroyer of Men, and all he did was destroy men.”

Tiger looked past Susan to see Josh completely lost in smork. “Really? I mean, look at him.”

“Monsters take many forms.”

“My boyfriend isn’t a monster.” Liv snapped at Susan.

“You would say that as his partner in crime.” Susan paced around her. “Listen to me, if you tell me this is his fault, you won’t be charged, like at all. Even though every Josh who wreaks havoc has you close behind him, we will pardon you. You can ride into the moonrise on a speedboat far, far away from all of this.”

“No!” Liv snapped. “No way in hell would I do that!”

“Well, Branson, I knew you would be my toughest nut to crack.” Susan said, folding his arms. Liv frowned. “You do want to live? Don’t you?”

“As much as I would like to live, and believe me, Susan, I would, but he’s our mistake.” Wolf admitted.

“He’s also a grown man.” Susan looked over to Josh, still lost in his own smork. “Though he is small in stature. Just think about it. Tell the world about Josh, and you get to go free. Afterall, he’s responsible for all of this. He is beyond redemption.” Wolf and Susan glanced over to see Josh still struggling with his smork. Wolf let out a pitiful sigh.

“You are not beyond redemption Josh,” Susan said, zipping up Josh’s smork for him. “And I know the truth. They’re responsible for all of this.”

Josh glanced up at him. “I know what you’re trying to do, and I’m not turning on them.”

Susan let out a sharp exhale that sounded like a chuckle. “Friends. They’ve done nothing, those two use and abuse you,” he nodded in Tiger and Wolf’s direction. “And on a good day they barely tolerate you. She’s just here because she-“

“Liv has done nothing.” Josh interrupted.

“No. You dragged her into this and now she feels resentful towards you.” Susan said, looking at Liv’s cell. “She said that.”

“No she didn’t.” Josh folded his arms, squeezing his forearms.

“She did.” Susan shrugged. “At the end of the day, they all have a hapless, bitch of a man to whip. You.”

“That’s…disrespectful.” Josh muttered.

“It is. But I qualified it in an attempt to protect you, which is more than I can say about them.” Susan flapped his hands, making the barriers between Tiger, Wolf, and Liv’s cells disappear. They watched as the three of them walked wide eyed to where the glass used to be, feeling with their hands to see if it truly was gone.

“Okay, clever, I see what’s going on, classic divide-and-conquer move. But our bond was forged in the fires of combat, which is something that you and your future race with your weird hair tufts could never understand.” Josh said stoically.

Susan faced Josh. “Here’s what I understand, they’re the ones who brought the time-machine. They came from the future and dragged you along, ripping you from the comfort of your masturbation chamber.” Josh’s face felt hot. “You shouldn’t die for those two. You wanna hear what they’re saying?” Susan asked, raising an eyebrow slightly. He waved his hand and Tiger, Wolf, and Liv’s voices filtered through to his cell.

“We’re the ones who put all that savior shit in his head.” Tiger whispered to Wolf, obviously trying to keep what she’d said from Liv. “We let him tag along even though I still do not know what that guy’s skill set is.”

“Yeah, sure, we shoulder some blame for making him think he was of any use at any time, but come on,” Wolf whispered back, rolling his eyes. “I mean, he’s gotta take responsibility for his own actions at some point. Sure, he had some ideas, but, the whole Time Warrior thing?” Tiger scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Like, act like you’ve been there before, right?”

Josh felt like he’d been punched in the gut.

Liv, who was behind the two of them whipped around, a deep frown etched into her face. “Are you fucking serious?” She snapped. “You’re saying that after Josh helped to stop Kronish and stop Stu? Who came up with the eleven second plan? Josh. Who went and killed Kronish? Josh. What have you guys done?” Tiger and Wolf turned to Liv, looking both sheepish and annoyed by her presence at the same time. It was like she’d just been sent back however many years to when the three of them had first met.

“Liv, you’ve actually been of use to us-“ Tiger started.

“Josh has too and you’re just choosing to ignore that!” She cried.

Josh’s frown turned not as sad. At least if they didn’t have his back, he knew Liv would.

“Now, just because he’s your boyfriend-“ Wolf began.

“You two are assholes and always have been. You jump at the chance to gang up on him and for some reason are fine with me. Why? Never once have I understood that.” Liv burst out.

Tiger leaned back over to Wolf, whispering, “If we’re guilty of anything, it’s for being too nice.” Liv let out a loud, frustrated groan and threw her arms up in the air, pacing away.

Susan turned back to Josh. “Well,” he clapped him on the back. “Seems like only one person here truly likes you.”

“Hi, Wolf.” Susan said, approaching Wolf in his cell. The barriers were back up. He set down a suitcase in front of Wolf, who just lifted an eyebrow. “Still thinking about what choice you’ll make?” He asked, opening the case. “No idea what to do?” He held up a small silver cube, waving his hand in a circle. A recliner appeared by Wolf’s side. Wolf stepped back, eyes locked on the chair in confusion. Susan leaned forward a tiny bit. “Nano-technology.” He whispered, winking.

“Your bribes aren’t going to work.” Tiger deadpanned, looking at the couch that Susan had summoned with a silver cube. She rolled her eyes, but spotted the record player in the corner. “Oh, that is sweet Mama Jessup.” She drawled, beelining to the record that sat on top.

“That’s not all I have,” Susan said, watching Liv turn the camera in her hands.

“This seriously has every picture that my old camera did.” She said in a soft, excited voice. She turned it so Susan could see the small screen.

“Yes, but I also have this.” He held a silver envelope out to her.

“5,500 square feet, raw restaurant space, Collin’s Avenue, Miami, 1987.” Susan said to Wolf as he watched him open the envelope. “And to make sure you get started on the right foot.” He pulled a bag of cocaine from his pocket. Wolf’s eyes lit up. “And this isn’t that weak shit you were butt-darting in LA. This is that good shit.” Wolf’s eyes glittered with temptation.

“Good shit…” he mumbled in response.

“Oh,” Susan smiled. “And I’ve got one more thing you might like.” He said as he bent down to retrieve something else from the case. He stood up holding an enormous, vacuum sealed cock. His cock. Wolf let out a dreamy sigh as he looked at it. “Pulled off a dead Josh. Fully functional, just needs to be reattached. Here in this time, penile enhancements are eight minutes tops, and very, very pleasurable.” He held the bag out to Wolf, nodding for him to take it.

Wolf held the bag in his hands, it was just as heavy as he remembered it to be. “It feels so right.” He muttered. “Hello, old friend.”

“You two look very beautiful together. You-“

Wolf’s eyes darted to Liv’s cell and he dropped the dick bag on the recliner. “No, no, I can’t, I can’t!” He turned away, shaking his head and running his hands through his hair. “Every time I’d whip it out, all I’d be able to think of would be the betrayal of my friends.”

Susan pursed his lips. “Alright. I’ll leave you two alone to think.”

“You’d get to see your family again.” Susan said as he watched Liv’s eyes skim the paper inside the envelope.

“Bullshit.” Liv dropped the paper and folded her arms.

“I’m not bullshitting. That term means nothing now, considering bulls don’t exist anymore, they went extinct.” Susan bent over and swept the paper off the ground. “This says, you’d be near your family again and you would have never moved to California.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Think of your parents. Your sister, your brother. Think of how happy they’d be to see you. Your file,” Susan brought up a hologram of all the different Livs. “They all miss their families too. You could be the one who actually gets to see them again. I’ll leave you alone to think.”

As Susan left, he dropped the paper back on the ground and Liv quickly picked it up. She read it over and over again. She crumpled the paper in her hands and tossed it on the ground and let out a sob.

Josh stood as Susan reentered his cell, expecting him.

“I’ve given the offer some thought-“ Josh began.

“Offer’s off the table” Susan came to a halt next to Josh.

Josh paused, brows knitting together. “Okay, well perfect, there’s no way I’m turning my back on my friends.”

“You are very loyal Josh, I’ll give you that.” Susan nodded. “But that loyalty is about to be put to the ultimate test.” He said, then stared off into the never ending darkness with an intrigued smirk.

Josh looked out into the abyss, then back up at Susan. “What? What are you talking about? Like…in court?”

Susan finally turned to look down at him. “Josh, your barbaric legal system has been replaced by something far more elegant here in this time.” He held out an opaque red vial to Josh. “This is flesh-eating poison. One spray kills on contact. You are going to use on Tiger, Wolf, or Liv. My guess is either Tiger or Wolf. Think of how they mistreated you, treating you more like a stupid animal than-“

Josh scoffed. “No, that’s not happening.”

Susan kept his hand out. “Well, that’s our best offer. If you don’t, all four of you die.”

“That’s more elegant?!”

“Elegant just means ‘simple’, not fancy.”

“I still wouldn’t call that elegant, but I guess there is some kind of cruel justice to it.”

“No, no. It’s not cruel, Josh, it’s a gift. All of you are facing the death penalty, but this way, three of you get to live.”

“This all seems very random.” Josh folded his arms. Susan took at step towards Josh, making Josh step backwards, eyes wide.

“Tonight you will have your final meal. When the last course arrives, a traditional dessert salad, the dressing will be in these.” Susan held the vial up again. “Yours will have this Death Rain. One minute after the dessert arrives, the lights will go out, letting you anonymously kill one of your options.”

Josh’s face was contorting more and more with horror as Susan spoke. “How is this justice in the future? Choosing a friend to kill?”

“You can look at it that way, or, you can think of it as choosing which friends to save. It is a tough choice, but just know, if they were given the same offer- which they were not.” Susan paused for a beat, staring intently at Josh. “They would kill you without hesitation.” Susan whipped his head to look out into the abyss again. “That’s the best deal you’ll get at Ultra-Max.” He turned his whole body and smirked.

“Now, I know you’re the leader of the group.” Susan said to Tiger, who stared at him with an uninterested expression. “The Tigers across every timeline have been a force of good, many even have helped us.”

Tiger’s eyebrow twitched. “Then you don’t know me. The other me’s are using you, just like I would.” She seethed.

Susan inhaled deeply through his nose and tapped the vial with his fingers. “Think of Liv, she abandoned you selfishly to go and save her little boy toy. Don’t say you forgive her, I’m sure that hurt you. Bad.” Susan quirked an eyebrow.

Tiger’s heartbeat quickened as she swallowed hard, trying to remain unbothered as she rolled her eyes.

“And that’s why only you can carry this out.” Susan explained to Wolf, who looked up at him with the same uninterested expression Tiger had given him. “You follow orders, you’re a trained soldier, you don’t deserve to die for that.”

Wolf shrugged. “I am still in my prime.” He nodded, disinterest turning into interest.

“You’re the only one I’ve made this offer to.” Susan lied. “You’re the only one I trust. Josh over there? He’s a bumbling idiot, and I think the obvious choice is to use this on him.” He slyly held up the red vial. “He holds your whole team down. I mean, I hear Liv is your ‘best friend’, do you want your best friend to end up with that?” Susan jabbed his chin over in Josh’s cells direction.

Wolf exhaled and folded his arms. “Now there’s something to consider…” he mumbled.

“Trust me when I say, it breaks my heart to even make this offer.” Susan said gravely to Liv.

“How is this the only offer?” Liv grumbled.

“It’s this or die.” Susan waved the vial in her face. Liv slapped his hand away. “Look, Oliver, may I call you Oliver?”

Liv made a face. “That’s- how did you think that was my name?”

“My apologies, I figured Liv was short for Oliver-“

“It’s just Liv.” Liv snapped.

“Miss Branson, all I’m trying to say is I’m here to make your choice easier. You’re the only one I’ve proposed this to, I’m sure you don’t want to use this on Tiger or Josh…but…Wolf hasn’t been a very good ‘best friend’ lately has he…?” Liv frowned, then she opened her mouth to speak, but Susan cut her off. “Just some food for thought. You have,” he emphasized ‘have’ intensely. “To make a decision, Miss Liv Branson. I’m sorry.”

Liv balled her fists as Susan exited, looking into Wolf’s cell, heart growing heavy.

The four of them were seated at a small dining table adorned with candles in the middle of one giant cell in the abyss. Susan had raised all the dividers. Wolf, who sat next to Josh, eyed him as they ate their jellified food. Josh’s eyes kept nervously darting between Tiger and Wolf, who sat on either end of the table beside him. Liv sat across from Josh, also sandwiched between Tiger and Wolf, glancing up at Wolf when he wasn’t looking, feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt. Tiger kept stealing looks over at Liv, then looking away as quickly as she looked up. Josh was doing the same to Tiger.

“I sure miss Texas barbecue.” Josh muttered, trying to make conversation.

Wolf nodded stiffly, spearing the tines of his fork into the jello. “This abalone tastes like it was caught tomorrow.”

“I’ve never tasted salmon like this, and it’s not even real salmon.” Liv mumbled, nibbling on her jello.

“Mine’s…cat.” Tiger swallowed hard. The other three nodded gravely. “It takes me back.”

“Will you…” Wolf pointed to the silver cube on the table. “Pass that salt to me.” Tiger flicked it over, sending it skittering to his side of the table. “Thank you, Tiger.” He shook it over his jello. Josh watched as he did this, expression growing dim. “I like a little extra seasoning on my food,” Wolf explained to his friends. “Maybe you don’t know that because, well, you don’t know each other all that well, do we?”

Liv paused, glancing up at Wolf. Josh paused too, realizing that Wolf was looking right at him. His stomach lurched.

“Unlike me and Tiger, we’ve known each other all our lives.” Wolf’s gaze traveled to Tiger, who stopped mid bite.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true, I don’t. That’s kinda weird considering you’re always a dick to me.” Josh grumbled, shifting his body to face Wolf more. Liv’s eyes darted in between Wolf and Josh, confused. Tiger was doing the same. “What I can’t figure out is…between the two of you,” Josh wagged his fork between Tiger and Wolf. “Which one’s meaner.”

Tiger leaned forward. “Well, that’s easy, Wolf says mean things, but he’s all talk, my anger is almost primal.” She side eyed Liv. “I mean, not just towards you Josh, but to others as well.” Liv stiffened.

“Why are you looking at me?” Liv accused, dropping her fork on the table. Tiger shrugged and went back to her food. Liv grabbed her fork again and stabbed at her meal.

“I just, I feel like the three of us,” Wolf waved a finger between him, Liv, and Tiger. “Share a special bond.” He looked over at Josh, pretending he’d forgotten he was there. “Oh…sorry, Josh.” He didn’t sound sorry at all. Josh looked pissed. So did Liv. She looked really pissed.

Josh looked back down at his food, a petty look crossing his face. “Really Wolf? You didn’t feel a sense of a bond when you saved me from the Smash Pit, from being burned alive, from Stu’s killmandos…so…”

Tiger scoffed. “Wow, maybe you shouldn’t have done that Wolf.” She tried to pass it off as a joke, but Josh’s head shot up and he gave her a deadly glare. “You know, sometimes it’s the people closest to you that disappoint you the most.” She said nonchalantly, giving a side eye to Liv again. Liv was too busy narrowing her eyes on Wolf’s smug mug.

Josh let out a sharp exhale, reaching for this skinny stemmed glass. Wolf reached for his too. “Let’s have a toast shall we? To life.”

“Or death.” Liv added, holding hers up. “Whenever it may come.”

“To our inevitable fate.” Josh sighed as he held his glass up too. “However-“

“Whenever-“ Tiger joined in, holding her glass up. “By the hand of whomever.”

“-it may come.” Josh finished, as they all tapped their glasses, giving each other suspicious looks.

“We had a good run.” Liv said, voice full of sorrow as she brought the glass to her lips.

Tiger faltered as she started to drink from ber glass, her eyes softening. Wolf’s eyes darted around the table, realizing the weight of Liv’s words. Josh felt it too. The clang of their glasses still echoed around the cell. Their suspicious looks turned into hesitant ones.

In unison, masked waiters brought out the jello dessert salads, removing the current course and replacing them. The red vial gleamed up at all of them. Liv’s eyes met Josh’s. He immediately understood. Susan had lied when he said Josh was the only one who’d gotten the proposal, Liv had gotten it too. Liv looked over at Wolf who met her eyes. He understood too. Tiger and Josh shared the same look. None of them said a word for a moment.

“Mmm. Salad dessert.” Josh’s voice came out small as he reached for his fork.

“It’s dessert salad.” Wolf corrected sharply.

“Never thought this would be it.” Liv said. “Jello salad. Time jail.”

“A man named Susan.” Tiger added.

“I wish I could blame the universe.” Liv sighed, looking around at everyone at the table. “But this one’s on us.” Wolf and Josh shared apologetic looks, so did Liv and Tiger. Josh’s hand started to inch for the vial when the lights went out. Tiger’s hand shot out and she felt for her vial. A spritzing noise could be heard and Wolf began gagging. Liv felt a light spray on her hand coming her right, from Tiger’s direction.

“It burns!” Josh shrieked.

“It tastes…like raspberry vinaigrette…” Wolf stopped gagging.

Liv stopped and realized she was tasting the same thing as Wolf.

“Wait, did you guys put it in your mouth?” Tiger spluttered.

The lights came back on, and the four of them looked at each other wide eyed as they stopped spraying the dressing in their faces, realizing they’d all had the same plan, to kill themselves instead of killing each other. Josh’s eyes were red from accidentally spraying the dressing in his eyes, Wolf and Liv’s mouths were wide open with the spritzer aimed directly towards their mouths, and Tiger’s face was wet with the raspberry vinaigrette. There was a moment of shared shock.

Wolf broke the silence first, letting out a light chuckle. “Liv, I totally thought you were gonna try and kill me.”

“I would never.” She sighed with relief, putting the vial down.

“You were thinking it.” Wolf laughed lightly.

“Liv, I was going to target you.” Tiger confessed. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, I was leaning towards spraying you, Tiger, but Liv saying we had a good run changed my mind. I don’t want to live without any of you.” Josh admitted.

“Me too.” Wolf nodded. “I’m sorry for ever thinking of turning on you guys.”

“Yeah, this place really got to my head.” Tiger set her dressing down.

“It got to all of our heads.” Liv agreed. “It’s okay.”

A clap, which then turned into a second clap, and then a third, caught their attention. Susan came into view, his clapping speeding up until he was giving them a round of applause. “Three letters. W-O-W. WOW. That gave me chills. Literal chills. Look.” He lifted his sleeve, trying to show them all. “You are stars. That was fantastic television, you four are going to make fantastic competitors on the centennial season of-“ Susan turned to face the abyss, spotlights beaming from out of nowhere, and in an echoey announcer voice, he began to boom,

“THE DIECATHALON! MEET YOUR FOUR NEW CONTESTANTS! TIGER: THE COMMANDER. WOLF: THE SURVIVOR. LIV: THE FIGHTER. AND JOSH: THE LAMB.”

“Did he just call me the lamb? Why am I the lamb?” Josh’s voice sounded as echoey as Susan’s. The four of them looked out to see the abyss was gone and in its place they were surrounded by a stadium of people, their faces projected into the air. As their heads frantically swirled around, their projections did the same.

“THEY’LL BE RUNNING FOR THEIR LIVES AND KILLED FOR SPORT ON NEW PANGEA’S FAVORITE HUMAN-HUNTING REALITY COMPETITION, SPONSORED BY ULTRA-MAX! ULTRA-MAX, THE BULK-FREE BLOOD DIAPER YOU NEVER HAVE TO REMOVE! I AM YOUR HOST, SUSAN ST. JACKALOPE, AND WE WILL BE BACK TO ‘THE DIECATHALON’ AFTER THIS SHORT BREAK!”

End of Book 2

Picture “Fox On The Run” by Sweet playing epically

#josh futturman #future man #josh hutcherson #tiger future man #wolf future man #derek wilson #eliza coupe #maia mitchell #bread on toast #hachi machi #future man fanfiction #future man season 2 #Josh Futturman x OC

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fantastyfanfictionist · 1 year ago

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The Secret Canvas: A Tale of Art and Adventure

If you enjoy this story please reblog. As always feedback is encouraged and welcome. Summary: Upon inheriting a mansion Virgil's exploration leads to unexpected adventures.

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“Hi Virgil!” The executor, Sarah, met up with him as the taxi drove away. “Thank you for meeting me, especially on such short notice and all the way out here.”

Virgil slung his backpack over his shoulder and sighed.

She continued. “It’s just that it was extremely hard to find-”

Virgil tuned out what she was saying and looked at the house in front of him. It was a mansion, literally. Two, maybe three stories tall, a wrap-around porch, a turret on one side and so many windows.

‘Who lives here?’ Virgil wondered following Sarah up the stairs.

“I’ll show you to the office and we’ll go over some things.” She unlocked the door and Virgil entered behind her.

“Wow,” He couldn’t help but mumbled. The inside was old? Antique? He wasn’t sure, but it was stunning. Some of the furniture had white covers and there was dust everywhere.

He was in a lobby area with what he guessed were chairs and side tables. Stairs wrapped around and there was a balcony looking down with doors going past what he could see.

“In here please?” Sarah opened a door to his left.

Virgil put down his backpack and followed her.

This room was clean compared to the rest of the house. A desk and some chairs. A bookshelf lined the back wall.

Sarah sat on a chair and pulled out some papers. “First order of business.” She handed Virgil a copy.

“This is a sealed will and I was named the Executor of it. Legally, I don’t have to give you a copy or explain this to you, but it states that the inheritance must go to next of kin and you seem young, I’ll do you the favor.”

“Okay,” Virgil looked confused. “If this is a will, do I have to sign anything?”

“No,” Sarah smiled. “That’s only in movies. You sign if you disagree and take it back to court. Because you are the sole beneficiary, you did get notice to get a copy of the will if you like. I don’t think you knew about that though.”

Virgil shook his head, looking at the papers in his hand. Sarah continued.

“Because you’re the only one with assets to get, the probate stage was a lot faster than normal, and I waited to meet with you in person until it was over.”

“So I could’ve found this out at any point, since when?”

“For about a 6 months now. Like I said, legally I don’t have to give you a copy, just have to let you know how to get one. And I don’t have to meet you in person. But I feel in your best interest, it would be better for me to do so.”

“Thanks?” Virgil looked at the papers. “Not to be insensitive but who is Walter Brooks?”

“I believe he was your great-great grandfather’s uncle.”

“Never heard of him.”

“He was a painter. Like you.” She beamed.

“You know-”

“Have you heard of Eliot Canvas?” She seemingly changed the subject.

“Practically all painters know him. No one knows who his real identity is.”

“Yeah, turns out it’s Walter Brooks. The paintings that are not finished around the house confirm that.”

Virgil sat back in his chair. Disbelief written on his face, Sarah laughed.

“You are getting his house as well as everything in it.”

“Why am I getting all his things? There was no one else? No grand kids? No brothers with family?”

“You are next of kin. You’re the only person alive with relation to him.”

“If it was that long ago why now?”

“His will stated to read through when his brother’s and sister’s passed on. The last one did sometime last year. This is your house now, I think you’ll like it. It’s surrounded by trees and a big yard and no one really comes on this side of town anyway. Likely you won’t be disturbed by a bunch of neighbors.” She handed him a key and a notepad with some numbers on it. “There’s a safe in one of the rooms. I have to get going, but it was nice meeting you and I wish you good luck.” They stood and Sarah reached and shook Virgil’s hand.

Not long after Virgil was left in silence. “Time to explore I guess.” He muttered to himself, picking up his backpack he walked up the stairs.

The upstairs was a little less decorated than the downstairs, but the view looking down was beautiful nonetheless. A chandelier Virgil didn’t notice before hung on the ceiling a little ways away from the doorway and light from one of the windows shone on it, beaming little rainbows across the room. There was a hallway with doors lined up and down both sides.

“Start from one side I guess.” Virgil walked to one end of the hall. “Empty room.” He moved on to the next. “Empty... Empty... Empty... Empty… Empty… Do any of these at least have a bed?” The next few doors were also empty and Virgil was on the last one from the hallway. “Emp-” Virgil paused when he saw it wasn’t empty like he expected. “Stairs?” A circular railing led up somewhere and Virgil walked into the room.

“Must be the attic.” He climbed the stairs. “Wow,” He breathed out. It was brighter than he expected, caused by the many windows lining the wall, letting in natural light. The sunset created a glow across the room, filled with mostly blank canvas’s and a few half-finished ones.

Pulling out his own smaller canvas and paintbrush Virgil walked up to the window, in awe at the view.

Forest was in front of him and to his right a field half full of flowers and half of what he assumed were weeds. Faintly in the distance to his left he saw some roofs of buildings, most likely the rest of town. Sarah was right, this house is secluded. ‘Just the way I like it.”

Paintbrush still in hand he turned to look at the rest of the canvas’s in the room. “That’s odd?” He noticed a finished painting behind some half finished ones.

The odd thing wasn’t that it was finished, but that it had no dust on it. “For an old painting it sure looks clean.”

He walked over towards it. From what he could see, it was the view he just saw out the window, and it did have some small differences. Instead of buildings in the distance it was more trees and the field was all flowers. Virgil moved the paintings in front of it and picked up the finished canvas.

In an instant, light blinded him and he had to close his eyes. Virgil slowly opened his eyes and found himself in a strangely familiar field. “The painting!”

Part 1/?

#ssfanfic #virgil sanders #sanders sides fanfic #painter Virgil #ts fanfic #sanders sides human au #fanfic #the secret canvas: a tale of art and adventure #The secret Canvas #human au #Roman Sanders #Logan Sanders #Patton Sanders

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fandomcrazy6226 · 4 months ago

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Whumptober One

race against the clock | search party | panic attack | "if only we could hold on"

Word count: 950

Starting with a short one, to introduce our three primary characters (and set a few hints in place for Cleo's backstory)

“Alright, let’s just go around the circle and introduce ourselves,” the teacher said. Inside, Cleo’s mind was whirring. How had she pulled this off? She’d been hiding out at this school for a few weeks, but when their winter break ended and it was suddenly full of people, she’d had to think quickly. She’d stayed hidden for most of the day, trying to blend in and act like a regular student, but when she saw the group entering the school’s auditorium, she couldn’t help herself.

Somehow she’d managed to convince the drama teacher that she was a new, theater-loving student who conveniently had a free period, and he’d agreed to let her hang out in the class. It was a damn miracle.

Suddenly she felt a tingle rush up her body. Her Spider-sense. How could it be going off here? She knew a little bit about this dimension from the Society. It didn’t have a Spider, or even many villains. There were a few small-timers running around, like there were in every dimension. But nothing to warrant having a Spider.

She looked ahead, and made eye contact with the boy across the circle from her, about to introduce himself for the class. He was tall, at least six feet. And he had a confidence to him and the way he was standing. He looked at her for a second, before finally speaking.

“My name is Tobias, and my favorite play is… I guess Into the Woods? Oh, I’m a sophomore.”

Huh. Another one who didn’t know the difference between a play and a musical, but Cleo couldn’t think why he would’ve triggered her Spider-sense. Was he a villain in hiding? Maybe it wasn’t him, he just happened to be there. But, no… she knew. Something about him had set her off. She had to find out what.

And suddenly it was her turn. Shit. Everyone was looking at her.

“Um, my name’s Cleo, and I’m a senior. My favorite play is… it’s either Curious Incident or—” Her voice caught as she tried to say it, the memory fighting to the surface. But she pushed on. “Peter and the Starcatcher.”

She let out a long breath, and turned to look at the girl next to her.

“My name’s Audrey, I’m a junior, and I think my favorite play is probably Legally Blonde.”

Cleo once again stifled the urge to roll her eyes. She was the only one who had said an actual play—two plays, no less—and everyone else had said a musical. It looped back to the teacher—Mr. Pat—and he began walking around the stage, pulling himself a chair and directing the class to sit down.

He began to introduce the class, the purpose of it and some of what he had planned for the future of it. It turned out to be a Drama 2 class, more advanced for the second semester. But partway through his speech he paused and looked up, clearly looking at someone in the back of the auditorium.

“Oh, Mr. Farah! Everyone, this is our new band teacher. Here, come and say hi.”

Cleo’s blood froze when Mr. Pat said the teacher’s last name. She didn’t want to turn and look, but she couldn’t stop herself. The man was walking up to the base of the stage, and he looked exactly like she knew he would. Tall, very tall. Large body. Dark hair, dark eyes. And when he started speaking, his voice was the way she remembered. And had nearly forgotten.

“Hey guys, like Mr. Pat said, I’m the new band teacher. I’m just starting this semester. How many of you play an instrument?”

A few hands went up, and he kept talking, plugging band. But Cleo couldn’t listen any longer. She was stuck, she had to get out but there was no way out, they’d all stare at her but he was still talking and why, why was he back he was supposed to be dead, dead in another dimension—

“Are you okay?” A hand on hers, a whispering voice. The girl next to her. What was her name?

Cleo stared at the girl, trying to remember. Remember anything. Please. Please get her out.

“Hey, I’m Audrey. Breathe, okay? You’re Cleo, right? I think you’re the only one who said an actual play earlier.” Audrey laughed quietly. “I love how this is the advanced class but all of them said musicals.”

Cleo tried to force a smile, and also tried to recall how a different voice would talk to her here.

“Just breathe, you’re safe, babe. I’ve got you, it’s gonna be okay. Tell me five things you can see, okay?”

“The stage, my pants, my arms, Audrey, the seats,” Cleo whispered under her breath.

“Good job, you’re doing so good. Now, four things you can feel”

The voice coached her though it, grounding her. And even as she pushed through the panic attack, she could still feel tears pricking her eyes at the person she was remembering.

He’s gone now, she told herself. He’s gone, they’re all gone. Stop thinking about it. Stop it, Cleo. This isn’t the time. Get over it.

She took several deep breaths, forcing the tears away. Eventually she looked up and squeezed Audrey’s hand, trying to silently thank her.

She managed to stay quiet through the rest of the class, trying to forget what had happened. But one thing did stick with her, whenever she happened to glance over at Tobias. Why did he set her off? Of all people, what was different about him? All she could do was resolve to keep an eye on him, and for now that would have to be enough.

#whumptober2024 #no.1 #panic attack #writing #spiderverse #OC #ocs #fanfiction #drabble #breathing techniques #five senses

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wuxiaphoenix · 6 months ago

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Worldbuilding: Consequences of Cultivation

Every so often, when I’m building a new story ‘verse, I try to take a step back and consider consequences. Along the lines of, okay, I’m making it a Thing that X is real in the world of the story. And then what?

This had interesting knock-on effects in Tell No Tales, for one. In that story the ability to consciously do magic and the ability to gather and channel magical power are, in fact, two different genes. They’re close enough together in the genome that they’re usually inherited together - but “usually” is not “always”. Genetic recombination happens. And the results of such rare exceptions led to death, disaster, and later murder.

In Colors of Another Sky, the ability to manipulate the laws of physics - “magic” - is real. In East Asia including the Korean Peninsula, cultivation is one of the most common and organized ways to do it. But not the only one. Shamans, onmyouji, odd Buddhist and Daoist practices - there are a lot of ways to get similar results. And other lands have their own methods. For now I’ll just drop the hints that prayer and meditation are often closely related, Judeo-Christian religions tend to approve of self-defense, and Badass Bookworms appear to be a universal human phenomenon.

So. Cultivation, and cultivators. What are some consequences?

Well, for one, a cultivator may have a certain amount of trouble passing for a normal person. Cultivation improves general health; assuming they start young enough, cultivators will tend to be taller and stronger than the average run of the population. Chae, for example, can and does disguise herself as a man because she’s tall enough to pass as a short-to-average common guy. Lee Cheong, OTOH, has about as much chance of passing himself off as a commoner as a cheetah would impersonating a housecat. Half his family is yangban, the other half has a history of cultivation, and he stands significantly over six feet tall. Blending in is not an option.

(If you’ve seen any of Netflix’s Kingdom, note the Prince standing a head above most other characters. Yeah. Like that.)

So if you’re an average person in a setting like this, and you see someone tall and healthy, you’re going to keep an eye on them. They might be nobles, able to mess you up physically, socially, and legally. Or they might be cultivators, in which case having every bone in your body broken might be just the start of your problems.

Humans being human, anyone who can’t cultivate, or doesn’t want to (think serious athlete/martial artist/scholar level of time investment) is going to be looking for an equalizer. Guns are a good equalizer.

Nobles, therefore, are going to have guns. They are going to train with guns, and other explosive things, even more than they did historically. Swords are good, swords are elegant, swords are expected for formal dueling. But actual “I consider you my enemy, so I shall do unto you before you can do unto me”? Yeah. Guns.

Of course, there are a lot of other factors involved in whether or not said guns are effective. And there will be some cultivators who use guns, too!

Cultivation, of course, will have plenty of other knock-on effects, especially given arrays exist. And some of them don’t need a cultivator to activate them. Going to chew on those for another day!

#creative writing #worldbuilding

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catluniscia · 8 months ago

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Dahma

Speed paint: https://youtube.com/shorts/i0gsIZpS7OI So, in my Thursday game, where I play Marshmallow the assassin, She just saved the universe, had an alley die saving her life, and has a family, she needs a break tiny resting break. But I don't want to retire her from the story. My dm came with a compromise, due to us doing "Down time" aka time between major acts that is just some fun goodness, not really filler but its fun, She suggested I could play a different character for a while. So I decided to make Dahma, (pronounced Dah-Mah) She is a Silver Dragonborn who was raised by dwarves (which means scottish accent for me), and is a sorcerer with black dragon blood...its perfectly legal to do this in base dnd I without any addons by the way, and many folks rec it. Also gives me an excuse to do cool scale looks...oh hello damascus steel refs how you doing? Anyway, Its going to be fun to play a over 6 foot tall dragon born spell caster. Fun fact I have decided to build her to be, well a spanner in the works, a nuisance, an inconvenience, my spells basically will cause damage or cause major issues for those who are hit with it. I am gonna be everyone's problem! Other Fun fact! I don't draw dragonborns that often and I asked Geo to open Baldur's gate for me and help me design her for horns, "but cat you own it" Yes and it was darkly tempted to hit the play button I need to focus people! Also Also Aqua from Kingdom Hearts was a ref for the outfit, I like the skirty thing okay.

#artists on tumblr #digital art #small artist #art #artist #dungeons and dragons #dnd #dnd character #dragonborn #silver dragonborn #sorcerer #magic #magic user #caster #damascus steel #pretty

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gideonsuggestions · 1 year ago

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what are the requirements and how does one get into the network?

I'll copy-paste my usual MO for you. I'm not really picky.

Physical Preference:

Female (identifying)

Between 5'3-5'9. anything below is too short and anything above is too tall

Short hair, above shoulders but longer than a buzzcut. no preference for texture or color (NO gingers)

Unique sense of style that meshes well with mine (no forbidden colors such as orange, yellow, or green)

Also has to be okay with our uniforms. I pick them out myself (please be noted that the word "pimp" is banned in my presence. I am not a pimp).

Cannot be naturally ginger. dyed is ok.

No particular preference in lieu of body type but I do tend to attract curvy women with my animal magnetism. Make of that what you will.

between the ages of 18 and 27. Has to be a legal adult, no compromise on this.

Personal/Professional:

None of those bubbly, cutesy fan girls. They do terrible work and need constant attention. YUCK! Go act like a child around Scott Pilgrim, not me. He might actually enjoy that. I have a job.

Well-read is always a plus but don't expect me to care about the books or subjects you like. I don't.

It's fine if you're religious as long as you don't bring it up around me.

High school diploma or higher (but what would you be doing here with a PhD? Go talk to a mad scientist, you're not doing rocket science here).

Will not attempt to "fix me" or "improve me". You're a villainous assistant, not a youth pastor (this should be a given; this job is not for the faint of heart).

Conversational skills. You will be attending high-profile events and speaking to many high-profile people. This is not a job for shy or socially awkward people.

Basic knowledge of computers, schedule-keeping, event organization, etc.

Basic fighting skills (absolutely necessary. A background in combat sports will prove advantageous in your career at GGG Heavy)

And, most importantly: having a positive track record. I will not hire anyone who has less than 2 years of experience with the same villain, I'm not into flighty girls who hop from one job to another. If I get you, I'm keeping you. I've never had a part-timer quit on me until my last assistant and the only reason she got away is because she went back to full-time with her old villain, who's basically untouchable. Stupid bastard was so overpowered he had to be physically dragged down to hell via divine intervention. But on the bright side, she's had 12 years with him- that's the kind of experience I look for in someone. I don't care for being abandoned.

Then I simply submit this to the network, and they send someone back. I have multiple part-time assistants at any given time. See! Not so bad. :)

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keouil · 1 year ago

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your need grows teeth

“the skirt is short on purpose,” maki explains. 1k. yuta/maki. fluff. also on ao3.

“You’re staring.”

Before Yuuta could even think of a reply, he was being forcefully shoved inward into the club. “What the hell,” he swears under his breath, craning his neck to find Maki and Inumaki ahead of them in the sea of bodies. “Remind me why we were assigned this mission again?”

“The first years are still too young,” Panda comments drily at his side, a well-placed illusion charm disguising him as a rather tall, burly man instead of the giant bear he was. “And you didn’t hear it from me, but I heard they weren’t going to let Nobara near a single drop of liquor after what happened at orientation. Cause you know. She’s Nobara.”

“Makes sense,” Yuuta agrees distractedly, eyes still roaming over the crowd. “But I mean, really, in the red light district?”

They were now being bodily shoved further into the claustrophobic rave, bright lights flashing all around them and the booming sound of the stereo system threatening to deafen their newly legal ears. Yuuta and Panda were tasked to work the peripheral of the joint and keep an eye out for their target: a retired yakuza who had a habit of commissioning ex-sorcerers to do his illegal bidding. Maki and Toge were situated in the much more intimate beats of the party, mingling on the dance floor and occasionally hitting up some of regulars to gather intel.

“Who knows with these yakuza,” Panda shrugs, grabbing two beers from the open bar and shoving it in his hands. Yuuta immediately refuses. “It’s for props, idiot. We need to blend in better. And you trailing Maki like a hawk isn’t helping.”

“I am not—” Yuuta blushes, feeling hot and it having nothing to do with the heat of the party. “Trailing her.”

Panda eyes him knowingly. “Yes, because that sounded totally convincing.��

Yuuta’s ears just flush redder. “Shut up!” he hisses. “Let’s just get this mission over with.”

The mission came and went: the yakuza was spotted near the VIP lounge and, after expert manoeuvring from Maki and not at all the threats of bodily violence to the bouncer to let her in, they managed to apprehend him and secure all his contacts to give to the higher-ups. All in all it was successful. But they were still in Roppongi during peak party hours and wearing uncomfortable clothing, and it was hot, and none of them were cut out for Tokyo’s night life.

Most especially Maki.

“Hold on,” Maki tells them suddenly when they’re walking back to the rendezvous spot, reaching out to Toge for balance. “I need a minute. I’ve been walking on these heels all night. I can’t feel my toes.”

Yuuta frowns. “Do you want to take them off?”

“In the car,” Maki grimaces, steadying herself as she wiggles out of each heel and flexes her feet. “Sorry—just give me a second.”

“Take your time,” Yuuta insists, walking over to them and offering her his arm with Toge on the other side. “Panda will let Ijichi know we’re coming.”

“Oh, Panda will, won’t he?” Panda muses, shutting up when Yuuta levels him with a look that could only mean, Not now. “Okay, alright. Geesh.”

It was now somewhere north of midnight and the party was still going in full swing. Loud music could still be heard blasting off inside, a few of the regulars routinely making their way out for a smoke. The doors to the club suddenly swung open, a group of guys who couldn’t be much older than them walked out laughing and very clearly inebriated.

One of them just so happened to be looking their way and, as predicted, zeroed in on Maki who slightly bent towards her feet and oblivious to all the attention she was now getting. Yuuta could see him eyeing her with interest and without thinking, absolutely and purely out of the spirit of teamwork and camaraderie despite Panda’s teasing, moved behind her—but not before injecting malice into the glare he shot towards him.

“Maki?” Yuuta says louder than usual, making a show of letting everyone know she was with company. “You okay?”

“Fine,” Maki waves him off distractedly, closing her eyes and trying to labor her breathing. “It’s the fumes. I think I inhaled too much.”

Yuuta was already fishing for the peppermint inhaler he usually bought for Toge when his throat closed up. “Here,” he brought it near her nose. “Try this.”

Maki breathed in once, twice.

“Better?” Yuuta asks gently. “Or do you wanna sit down somewhere?”

Maki took a few more inhales before replying. “No, it’s fine,” she insists. “And I can’t sit anywhere wearing this without accidentally flashing someone, so.”

Yuuta fought against the instinctive urge to blush and instead took on a more proactive stance. “What’s with the skirt anyway?” he tries for casual, but the almost hostile tone bled through regardless, if Toge giving him a look and Panda snickering was any indication.

“The skirt is short on purpose,” Maki explains.

“But why?” Yuuta prods.

“To get the yakuza’s attention,” Maki elaborates, rather slowly, like she was explaining to a five year old. “How do you think we got his attention so fast and he didn’t clock me as a sorcerer until it was too late?”

“Because of—” Yuuta flounders. “Your—um—skills.”

“Cute,” Maki coos at him. “But sometimes the art of seduction is all you need to take a man down.”

Now Yuuta was definitely, without a mistake and so glaring against the pale moonlight: blushing. “The art of—” he squeaks. “The art of what—”

“Oh, come off it, Yuuta,” Maki tilts her head at him, batting her eyes. “Like you didn’t do a double take when I came out of the dressing room.”

“It’s—” He was redder than a tomato, and of course it’s that moment Panda chose to take a vow of silence and Inumaki was well-content to admire the night sky and play deaf. “I was just—”

“Checking me out?” Maki teases, a glint in her eye.

Yuuta wants to cry. “Maki,” he starts, pleading. “I would never—”

“I’m just messing with you,” Maki slapped him on the arm playfully, then grabbed his arm to right herself again as she settled back into her heels. “And besides, it’s nice to know there are other means to get missions done. Lugging the katana around can be quite heavy, you know.”

Yuuta wants to say that if that’s the problem, then fine, no issue, he would do the hard carrying for her for as long as she wanted. If the spears were getting to be too cumbersome to carry around for long haul missions, he had no problem acting as her second.

Yuuta tries again. “But how do you know it’s gonna work?”

“Please,” Maki scoffs, gesturing to herself. “Have you seen me?”

Yuuta blinks, speechless.

But Maki wasn’t done. She turns to face him then, smirking, “And well, it worked on you, didn’t it?”

#yutamaki #okkotsu yuta #zenin maki #jujutsu kaisen #fic

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