#like the virus was in that nerve that she fucked up

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༆THE LAST WOMAN ON EARTH ☢︎︎- ➪enhypen ot7 x fem reader

SYNOPSIS: Moving to South Korea at just 20 years old to study medicine was something that made you extremely proud. You had so many plans for the future, but it seems that fate doesn't want the same for you. Overnight, a virus that affects only women spreads throughout the world, causing all the women in the world to die in a matter of weeks. You were the only one left standing, the problem? Nobody knew, only you. As time passed, you managed to survive this post-apocalyptic world, where you had to hide from men because if someone knew that a woman still existed, everything would go to hell for you. You didn't expect seven strangers to break into your house in the middle of the night and you didn't expect what was going to happen next either.

Word count: 4360

Pairing: enhypen! x fem!reader

Genre: Suspense, death, dystopian, post-apocalyptic world, angst, too much drama, slow burn, smut as the chapters go by (mdni), fluff, Possessiveness, jealousy, fights, toxicity, lots of love (I know, it sounds contradictory) enhypen are complete losers for the reader in the best way, strangers to lovers and other things that may happen later

Warnings!⚠️: Death, loss of loved ones, use of weapons, depression and anxiety problems, mentions of suicide, survival, vulgar and sometimes offensive language, graphic descriptions of traumatic events. If you are sensitive, don't read it for your own good. Rader is a little mean to the boys in this chap, but she's just defending herself! everyone is of legal age!! Heeseung is 26, Jay, Jake and Sunghoon are 25, Sunoo is 23, Jungwon is 22 and Ni-ki is 21.

Status: ongoing (16-01-2025 -)

Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction, everything came out of my head, the personality of the characters are not real and do not represent them in real life in any way, any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental. Everyone is of legal age in this universe. English is not my first language so you will probably find spelling mistakes.

Hii beautiful people!! I'm finally back with the second chap of this story! It took me longer than the first one, sorry for the delay! hope you enjoy it a lot! You would help me a lot by liking, reblogging and commenting! Without further ado, thank you very much and enjoy!

CHAPTER I: "Disaster"

CHAPTER II: "Loneliness"

more under the cut ☟︎︎︎

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... that sound definitely wasn't the rain....

Your senses were sharpened to the maximum again, your hand gripping your weapon tightly and securing it close to your body. Your heart and breathing seemed to be in a race to see which one was faster, but you could be sure that your heart was the winner, as you could literally feel it pounding in your ears. Your throat suddenly felt tight and dry, nerves and anxiety on edge, you tried to swallow to moisten it, but your attempts were futile. You could feel tears stinging your eyes from the desperation you felt.

"Holy shit..." your voice was barely a whisper as you tried to process what was happening. You tried to calm yourself and sharpen your hearing so you knew how many men you were up against. Your room suddenly seemed suffocating and tiny, you felt the bubbling of a panic attack in your chest, you felt like you were going to die, your mind kept telling you that your minutes were numbered. You started to shake as one shudder after another went through your body like lightning, it was desperate and terrifying. You quietly climbed down from your bed and approached the door of your room on tiptoe. You wanted to listen better, because despite your fear, dying was not an option, not after surviving for so long. Breathing shakily, you leaned your ear against the door of your room, trying to catch a sound. Fuck, you had no idea what to do, fear made your legs shake slightly.

Meanwhile, on the second floor, the intruders were breathing heavily and panting, a sign that they had been running. Their clothes were soaked from the heavy storm outside, so the floor was filled with small puddles of water and some mud "Fuck, that was close..." one of them said, trying to catch his breath, putting a hand on his chest, feeling the strong beating of his heart as he leaned against the front door, holding it shut.

How stupid you were. In the midst of crying for your mother, you'd forgotten the most important thing: securing the fucking front door of your house.

"It was all Jake and Ni-ki's fault, we almost got caught by the police!" another voice shouted, pointing at the named ones who looked at him with a mixture of indignation and disbelief, while the first boy who had spoken looked at him with wide eyes, signaling him to shut up.

"Excuse me? no no, no way, it's not our fault, no one forced you to come with us Jay..." another of the voices said with a distinctive accent, his words tinged with contempt "And try not to scream, the police might still be around.." Jay frowned and approached this one with indignant steps "Don't be an idiot Jake, we can't let you go off alone in the middle of the night, you know crime has risen too much in the last few years, there's a reason the government declared a curfew after midnight, fuck..." his voice sounded frustrated as he looked at him seriously. "'You're a grown man, you should have a little more conscience, you both could have been killed..." he said this time with more seriousness and concern, scolding him firmly in a whisper. The weight of his words hung in the air.

Definitely none of them wanted to die, let alone go to jail, Jay was right, they couldn't just leave in the middle of the night and put themselves in danger and worry the rest of the group. It was a miracle they had found this house, a few more minutes and the police would have caught them.

"Well, sorry, it was my idea Jay Hyung..." another deeper voice said as he scratched his neck a little embarrassed and looked at the elder "Anyway, we're all fine," he said this time with a little cheeky but guilty smile trying to break the tense moment.

A sigh was heard, followed by another clear voice. "It's okay Ni-ki, make sure you don't do it again please..." he asked firmly but at the same time calmly as he looked at the one named and also at Jake who nodded silently, feeling a little guilty, he had quite a bit of leadership in his voice. Ni-ki nodded, "Okay, Jungwon Hyung..." Ni-ki's deep voice hung in the cold air of the house as Jungwon sighed again.

The house was silent for a few seconds as the boys looked around and surveyed the place, ignoring the fact that they were freezing to death from the water that had fallen on them in the middle of winter. And it had occurred to Ni-ki that it would be fun to leave (escape) from where they lived at three in the morning, Jake saw him trying to leave and joined him on the pretext that he "couldn't let him go alone because it was too dangerous", which brought them all here.

Ni-ki was the youngest of the group, which of course made him the most rebellious, and someone like that always needed an accomplice, which was Jake most of the time, which led to both of them getting into trouble quite often.

"It's a nice house...strange that it's abandoned..." another voice, different from the others, a little softer, broke the silence, praising the architecture of the place, your place. And it was true, it was a huge house, with a modern vintage style. Another of the boys nodded in agreement as he shook his head a little, trying to get the water out of his hair, "Yeah, Sunoo's right...it's pretty nice for being abandoned..." The words hung heavy in the air as the boys looked at each other, seemingly searching for answers, there seemed to be an immediate understanding between them as the named one nodded and the seven began to explore the living room, their steps cautious in the new suspicion that someone already lived in the house. Even though it seemed empty, they had to make sure they were out of danger.

On the second floor, you had managed to identify seven voices from your room, where you were still trying to calm down. So they were being chased by the police for breaking the curfew, tsk...men. Your breathing was still fast, but as you listened to their conversations, you managed to calm down a bit, knowing that because of their actions, it wouldn't be very difficult to deal with them.......

or so you thought

You could hear them walking around your living room and decided that you needed to listen more closely, their voices were a little muffled by the distance. You were about to open your bedroom door slightly, but what sounded like something falling to the floor startled you slightly as your free hand instinctively grabbed the doorknob, as if holding on to it would somehow protect you from them.

"Shit..." cursed the voice of one of the guys whose name you hadn't heard yet, furrowing his brow slightly "Pfff...what an idiot, Heeseung Hyung..." Ni-ki said, letting out a laugh as he sneered at the older one, watching as he crashed into a nearby shelf, causing a ceramic jug to fall and shatter into several pieces on the floor.

Heeseung turned his head to look at Ni-ki with narrowed eyes, "Aish...hey, what a brat...i can't see..." mild annoyance ran through his dramatic voice as he defended himself and pointed at Ni-ki who was still laughing. The other five boys chuckled a little at the amusing situation between the oldest and the youngest of the group. They got along so well, you could hear a certain camaraderie in their voices, as if they had known each other forever "I mean, ....Ni-ki isn't wrong..." the other boy, whose name you didn't know yet, remarked with a slight sideways smile that showed his fangs a little longer than usual, a cute, not-so-usual attraction.

Heeseung looked at him without any amusement on his face, judging him with his eyes. They had this habit of teasing him, not that he really minded, but he was tired, hungry and soaking wet, not in a good mood "Really, Sunghoon, you too?" he shook his head in disapproval as Sunghoon shrugged his shoulders without saying anything else and let out a small chuckle. He was really stressed out too and fuck, the current situation had affected him a lot, he hadn't had pussy in over four fucking years and he fucked so often that he was really going crazy.

Not that he was a pervert (or maybe yes), but he excused himself by saying that "fucking relieved his stress and made him perform better in his daily life"

But he had never experienced falling in love, only one-night stands, just like the other guys. The hope that he could have pussy faded deeper and deeper in the back of his mind, and he resigned himself to settling for his own hand. But he refused to accept that idea, he still had some hope. He didn't just want to fuck, he wanted a woman he could love and who would love him, he wanted to be a good love and he also had a dream of being a father, something that obviously seemed unattainable for Heeseung, in fact it seemed unattainable for the seven men.

They really wanted to fall in love...

In fact, they were all stressed about the lack of pussy.... Even Jungwon and Ni-ki, who were still virgins and had never been able to bury their sad cocks in real pussy, were sexually frustrated. But for Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon and Sunoo, the feeling of being trapped inside a pussy was like nothing else in the world and now they could only remember and even imagine because fuck, four years without sex, it was like being a virgin all over again.

But come on, their hearts needed to be stimulated as much as their cocks.

Jungwon cautiously approached the now non-existent jar on the ground, bowing slightly and examining it, "If someone was here, they would have heard us by now..." he mused with a calm expression. He straightened as he turned to look at the other boys, they were like his family, he had known them for many years and loved them like his brothers.

The only thing that illuminated the living room at the moment was the light from the occasional thunder light that came through the window like a horror movie. It was a huge place, enough for everyone to be comfortable "I think we can either spend the night here or keep the place, after all, the one we had was getting too small for the seven of us..." he looked at them, waiting for a sign of denial, but they all seemed to agree.

It wasn't a bad idea, after all. They were in the middle of the forest, far away from the city, where there was more crime by the way, and the place seemed quite cozy. Besides, if Jungwon said so, it was because it had to be. He always made sure that everyone felt comfortable, even though they often fought like siblings, which was sometimes funny, Jungwon always prioritized everyone's well-being.

"Well, we should look for the bathroom, clothes and blankets, I'm freezing...we could take a bath..." Sunoo spoke for the second time, articulating each of his words with his hands. The boys nodded. A hot shower sounded great after running through the forest in the rain, so much that their legs felt tired.

"Good idea, we should split up, go through the rest of the house and look for the things we need..." fuck no, if they went through the rest of the house they would definitely find you and that couldn't happen, they couldn't find you, so you had no choice but to find them before it was too late.

Sunghoon's voice was full of determination as he explained his idea to the others, who immediately agreed. But before they could take action, you beat them to it for your own good.

"I wouldn't do that if i were you..." Your voice finally echoed through the living room with newfound certainty, causing a sudden hush to fall over the place. Your gun was pressed against the large back of one of the seven boys, who was now undeniably tense, you could tell by the way the muscles in his back were contracting under his clothes. He was tall, blond, and seemed to have well-defined biceps.....

"No, idiot, this is not the time to think about biceps, concentrate" You mentally scolded yourself.

Instinctively, he raised both hands to let you know that he was not going to attack you. His hands were shaking slightly and he was completely stiff as he felt the cold metal of your gun against his back, which, in addition to your distinctly feminine voice, sent shivers down his spine.

From your vantage point, you could see the faces of the other six boys, pale and still as if they had seen a ghost. And no wonder, they must be more confused and shocked than ever. The torrential rain that pounded against the windows and roof was the only thing that filled the deadly silence. It was the first time you had seen people in years, your heart was beating fast in your chest and you couldn't tell if it was from fear or excitement...

or perhaps a mixture of both.

After what seemed like an eternity, one of them tried to move forward, his hair was a deep red, but quickly there was an instant click in your head as you pulled the safety off your gun, making him flinch in place, your survival instinct was at its peak "Take another fucking step and I'll blow your friend's head off..." your voice was cold as was the expression on your face, your breathing rapid, matching that of the guys in front of you who seemed more nervous than you.

Your eyes were still slightly red from crying earlier, and even though you were scared shitless inside, you didn't want to let it show, you didn't want them to notice your weakness. This time you leaned your gun against the back of the blond boy's neck, indicating that you meant business.

Fuck, they couldn't let something go unnoticed, something they thought didn't exist anymore and that they would never see again in their lives, suddenly the reality they lived in took a 180 degree turn when you appeared, you were a woman, fuck, you clearly were, and you stood in front of them and threatened to blow Sunghoon's head off with one shot. It all seemed like a lie, the last four years of their lives began to have an unbearable weight on their backs when they saw you. They began to think they were hallucinating and had to blink several times to process the information. Even so, their throats felt dry and their eyes couldn't take their eyes off you. Sunghoon began to feel impatient, yes, he was scared, but he also wanted to see you, so he gathered all his courage to speak

"M-Miss...we don't want to hurt you..." you idiot, he mentally cursed himself for stuttering slightly and scrunched up his face in an expression that clearly said 'I screwed up', he who never hesitated in front of any woman had just done it with you, which left his ego a little bruised, but he didn't care.

You clenched your jaw as you heard him speak, pressing the gun harder against his head, making him tense up even more, if that was possible, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...really, we don't mean any har-..."

Pathetic, he begged pathetically, but a mixture of fear and emotion controlled him at that moment, he couldn't control it.

"Shut up...you talk too much for someone who is being targeted..." your voice was cutting and harsh, making it clear that there was no room for discussion in your words, making Sunghoon shut up immediately as he nodded slowly, almost imperceptibly.

You had to find a way to control the situation, no matter what. You grabbed the boy's soaked shirt from behind and pushed him down, "Get on your knees..." you ordered firmly and he obeyed immediately, kneeling on the ground, you don't have many options when you have a gun pointed at you, making it so that everyone could see you better now. You didn't mean to be so rude, but you couldn't trust them, not yet, "You too, idiots, what are you waiting for?"

Yes, maybe you were too harsh, but you had to guarantee your survival first and foremost.

With the seven men now kneeling on the floor in front of you, you sighed and thought about what to do next. You weren't going to kill them, you weren't that kind of person, even if it gave them a free hand to hurt you, you just weren't that kind of person. But letting them go wasn't an option either, what were you going to do, stay with them? you didn't know them, the most you knew was their names and from the way they looked, they were all around your age.

"Are you really a woman?" the voice of one of them broke through your cloud of thoughts. Oh God, you didn't think they were that stupid, he really just asked you that?

You raised your eyes to look at the boy who had spoken, your brow was clearly furrowed, he had some blue strands in his black hair "Jay, shut up for God's sake," Heeseung spoke softly, clearly scolding him, really, he couldn't believe his friend had asked that. But he didn't blame him, he was just as or even more stunned than Jay by your presence, which made him move slightly in his place, not wanting to alert you, he really couldn't believe his eyes either, actually none of them could.

While you thought intently without saying a word, your gun still rested on Sunghoon's head. You bit your lower lip, trying to think of a quick solution, but damn, this was clearly going to take a long time. A sigh left your lips, you were sleepy, your body was aching and your head was going a mile a second, which made your mental situation difficult as well as putting your thoughts in order. In addition, you couldn't see much because there was no light and everyone's eyes were on you, which inevitably made you a little nervous.

Meanwhile, the boys' minds were no better off than yours, still trying to process that you actually exist and are not a figment of their imagination.

Hell, they even wanted, no, they had to be in Sunghoon's place. Just knowing that you were a woman got them going, but what about your assertive dominance? The way you had brought Sunghoon, who was probably one of the strongest in the group, to his knees with a simple command from your lips was fucking attractive.

The tension in the air was thick, not only because they were threatened at gunpoint, but also because there was an undeniable sexual attraction and tension between you and them. It was impossible to control, something instantaneous that left them with their breath caught in their throats and their cocks already half hardened in their pants, including Sunghoon himself. They didn't want to look like dogs in heat or perverts, they didn't want to scare you and make you think badly of them, but it was something that was simply out of their hands.

The cold they had felt from being soaked earlier vanished at a ridiculous speed and was replaced by warmth. Their faces were slightly flushed and now that they knew you were real, they couldn't help but imagine a lot of situations in their twisted minds, but damn, besides being hard, you were beautiful, a temptation at a glance that made them clench their thighs as their erections went wild.

Sunghoon, who was closest to you, was the most affected, he could even smell your scent, so soft and delicate, the scent of a woman. He stopped himself from inhaling your precious scent with all his might, forgetting that the tip of a gun was pressed against his head.

Jungwon cleared his throat, trying to find his voice in your presence, which was quite strong, "Miss, please..don't hurt us... we can just go and..." a dry laugh came out of your throat as you looked at him with narrowed eyes, cutting off his words, "Sure, I'll let you go so you can shout that you found a woman all over Seoul..." Your words were clearly sarcastic, rejecting his suggestion outright, making Jungwon quickly shake his head in an attempt to contradict you, but your gaze was enough to make him stop trying.

"Then you'll have to let us stay here..." the rational sense of Heeseung had left his head when he dared to say those words with a tone of boldness and obviousness as he looked at you with slightly half-closed eyelids, the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

It infuriated you, how could he be so arrogant when you could literally kill him at any moment? You looked at him as you let go of Sunghoon and approached him with quickened steps. You grabbed his jaw with one of your hands and roughly lifted his face to look into his eyes while resting your gun on his forehead. Your eyes betrayed your anger, but he seemed too relaxed for his own good, "You better shut the fuck up, because if you don't..." the asshole didn't let you finish as he blatantly interrupted you, "If I don't, what?..." he dared you, not only with his voice, but also with his eyes.

How fucking dare he?

"You're not going to kill us..." he said, his fucking grin getting bigger and bigger, "if you wanted to, we'd all be dead by now from the moment you walked into this room, precious..."

Oh fuck, he couldn't be that fucking arrogant, but he was right, you wouldn't kill them and you hated that he could read you so easily without even knowing you.

You clenched your jaw, wanting to break his ridiculously attractive face, because that was one little detail you hadn't been able to overlook, they were all fucking attractive, but you couldn't afford to think about that when your top priority had to be keeping yourself safe.

You clenched his jaw with your hand, your fingers digging lightly into his skin, causing a small sigh to leave his lips, "You're right, i may not want to kill you...but I'll blow your fucking balls off if you keep spitting shit..." this time he didn't dare interrupt you, instead he seemed to be lost in limbo. His gaze was fixed on your lips as you spoke each word with furious determination....

Fuck, you had fire in you

The formula was simple: danger equals adrenaline, adrenaline equals thrill, and thrill equals arousal. There was no other way to explain why they enjoyed danger so much.

The others were waiting for the scene to unfold in front of them.

So you weren't going to kill them. A relief settled in their chests when they realized that you weren't a bad person, you were just defensive, which was completely normal when seven intruders enter your house in the middle of the night. Jungwon had quickly understood and realized that Heeseung had been the first to notice, that's why he dared to talk to you like that. Now the group was less tense, they trusted their oldest member, they knew that Heeseung wouldn't risk doing something he wasn't completely sure about.

"All right, no need for anyone to get hurt, miss..." Jungwon interrupted what seemed to be a dueling stare between Heeseung and you, his words a little more confident now that Heeseung had taken it upon himself to break through the layer of harsher tension, but still he was being cautious.

Your eyes didn't leave Heeseung's and you didn't take the gun away from his head either, but his words echoed in your head and honestly, you didn't have much of a choice. Curiosity bubbled in your chest, you wondered what to do, you had been alone too long, you remembered nights when you couldn't sleep because you were so scared. Maybe letting them stay was your best option, you knew you were the last woman on earth, you were sure that if you asked them to do something, they would do it without hesitation and maybe they could protect you. Bring you out of your state of loneliness, which seemed to grow with time.

The boys' knees were starting to hurt from kneeling for so long, but the tense situation in the living room was too tense for any of them to try to make a move. Everyone was waiting to see what would happen, including you.

A sigh escaped your lips when you realized that you would have no choice but to let them stay here, but if that was going to happen, it would be under your own rules. You didn't want to be alone anymore, which didn't mean that you were going to blindly trust them overnight, because trust was a luxury you could pay dearly for if you decided to put all your cards on the table.

You let go of Heeseung's face and slowly lowered your gun, your gaze, still quite hard, shifting from him to the other guys as you took your time to study their expressions.

"Alright..I'll let you all stay..." you finally declared and your words were an immediate comfort to the seven men in front of you, but before any of them could say anything you continued "But..." you fell silent for a few seconds, letting the anticipation fill the air "if any of you do anything stupid, i swear...

i will kill you..."

CHAPTER III: "Trust Issues"

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[spread-the-influence]

may we be spared crumbs of the jesterdolly shenanigans

i am asking this with the same wet dog stare as post t.i. ragatha

i'm pretty sure most people here don't know these two so for context they're just my funny interpretations of human ragatha and pomni

woe , domestic fluff be upon ye

their relationship was developing in the circus so by the time they got out of there they were already confident about living together .

they sued the fuck out of their boss so they have money out of the gate . let's go lesbians

dolly's chubby now because ' gaining weight because of depression ' is out , ' gaining weight because of being in a better mental place ' is in .

anyways . jester always likes to lay her head on dolly's thighs or belly . it's a really similar feeling to her plush body in the circus so she would sometimes fall asleep . dolly would be stuck there for hours not wanting to wake her up .

dolly's left forearm is fucked up to the point it has nerve damage . so she can't really feel things in that forearm . sometimes it tingles and sometimes it'll just limp . jester has to often stop her from injuring herself further . babe please stop trying to take out the casseroles with your bare hand

jester would also help out in the kitchen by preparing or mixing ingredients since dolly's arm problem could cause problems . there is no way she's going near an oven or a stove without supervision though

" oh jester , surely you can't be That bad at cooking ! " famous last words

they would still sometimes communicate to each other in sign language even though dolly's at the point that she can hold a spoken conversation . it's just a little thing between them

2020 . covid-19 hits the headlines . dolly turns towards jester with the most shit-eating grin the other has ever seen from her . " i know another virus that took over the world "

[targaryenrealnessdarling]

Form of Affection

22/12: Swimming & Face Fucking - Aemond Targaryen Word Count: 1.9k~ | Warnings: face fucking (obvi), dark!ish Aemond, kinslaying (mood), dirty talk, praise, degradation, threatening/obsessive behaviour A/N: This takes place in the Form of Gratitude universe!

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He'd given up hunting, but it still didn't stop him from visiting her.

She no longer raised her bow and arrow when she heard footsteps on her cobbled path. Similarly, Aemond had abandoned transport by way of the horse, instead alerting her to his arrival by the dense flapping of Vhagar’s wings.

Now, when she hears it, she waits outside her front door, arms crossed, smirking that he'd come to see her so soon after their last little tryst.

When he wasn’t buried between her thighs, sometimes Aemond craved her company in other ways. By way of hunting with her (hunting her sometimes), exploring the Kingswood until the sun touched the hills and more often, shedding their clothes and going for a swim in the nearby freshwater lake, made warm by the pleasant weather.

Usually, they swim, cleanse, kiss, and he wraps his strong arm around her and sheathes himself inside her, having his fill and only stopping once he was sated. 

She was good to him. Submitted to his desires when he wanted. Comforted him when he needed. And did not question.

Today was different. 

Today there was a weight on his shoulders like no other.

He’d woken a different person. A kinslayer.

Aemond sighs as he feels her breasts at his back, her slender arms wrapping around him to drift her soft fingertips across his scarred chest. But he does not lift his gaze. The moon shone down on them, reflected off the sapphire of his missing eye now that his eyepatch was discarded with his clothes.

“You are more melancholic than usual”, she muses, her nose gliding up the skin of his neck.

He scoffed, “And I am usually melancholic? Such emotions are beneath that of a Prince”.

He felt her body tense at his back, and he didn't need to look to know he'd offended her, but did not possess the courage to apologise.

“You are cruel when you're like this. It is how I know”, she adds with a soft sigh, making him feel worse, “there is something you are not telling me”.

Even the memory haunts him. He can still hear it, the way Vhagar’s jaw ripped through skin and bone like a knife through paper. 

Nevermind having to admit out loud, the horrific act he'd committed. The one that had his mother flinching from his sights.

“I am a kinslayer”, he states simply, “My nephew, Luke.”

She is quiet. 

And the silence spreads like a virus.

He expects her to drift away from him, taking her warmth with her, too shocked to really say anything, and leave, never to be seen again. Never to know her sweet loving embrace.

But she stays, and if anything, tightens her hold around him, her warm breath on his jaw, batting against the water droplet that sinks across his skin.

“And how do you feel?”

He's perplexed at just how calm she is. Whether it's a front or not, she's awfully good at it.

“I feel…unclean”, he answers, voice wavering, “like any person who looks upon me sees nothing but a mere monster”.

“I do not see a monster”.

“That does not matter”.

Again, she knows better than to not take it to heart. She can't disagree, her good opinion of him does not matter.

“He is the one who took your eye”, she muses, turning her face into the crook of his neck, the sloshing of water following her movements, “is he not?”

Aemond's tongue suddenly feels heavy, “Yes.”

“While your other family simply watched, and did nothing to assist?”

He swallows, a mild annoyance simmering, “Yes.”

He heard her breath before she spoke, the nerves making her shaky, “forgive me. I do not see why you should feel remorseful.”

“Because it has started a war.”

“A war that, forgive me, would have occurred regardless. I understand you may feel guilt. In my view it is no use looking back on the past. You can only protect your family now.”

Aemond could only scoff incredulously, “With Aegon as king I have a better chance of my eye growing back.”

“Well then why not you?” she asks, her volume lowering.

He barely turns his head to her, “what?”

The coldness of the early evening nips at his shoulders as she pulls away, the water around her trickling as she moves dreamily to look at him fully. Aemond feels himself half blink as he watches her expression, and the feeling of her fingers against his cheek.

Her beautiful full lips are parted, eyes studying the body she can see that is not submerged.

Her gaze flits back up to him, as her fingers disappear beneath the water, one soft digit trailing down his chest.

“It is you who should be king”

Silence.

The weight of what she'd said, what she'd suggested.

It was treason, and both knew it.

Aemond swallowed, chest feeling tight as a bowstring.

She is not at all perturbed by what she's said, not thinking about the consequences of them. Instead she ponders on.

“I am a commoner, my Prince. I know what he does. Where his interests lie”, she utters, an urgency to her tone. Aemond's stomach muscles tense as her hand passes over it, stepping past the fine hairs at his navel.

“It is you who was born to rule Westeros…”, she whispers, her front pressed near to his, breasts and nipples perk from the chill.

He stares idly at the droplet making its way between her breasts as her hand wraps around his cock, seeing her smirk at the realisation that her words have made him impossibly hard.

“...and you will”.

His jaw tightens, the muscle twitching with barely-contained emotion that was difficult to pin down.

Anger. Lust. Irritation. Desire.

They were all batting around in his head, trying to find where to fit.

He grabs her face, tugging her towards him so harshly she let out a little squeak, her grip on him never faltering, “Treasonous little cunt, aren't you?”

He doesn't know what he expected. For her to be scared perhaps.

But maybe there was a darkness in her that was discovered in him just days before. Lurking. Because she smirked. Giving his length a few calculated pumps.

“I told you before, where my loyalties lie.”

Her voice was like honey. Catching him in its trap. And her movements only intensified it.

“And what if I wed Floris Baratheon? Hm? Where will your loyalties lie then?”

She laughs breathily, “Then you wed Floris Baratheon. But, on your wedding night, I dare say, it is me you will be thinking of as you bury yourself inside that plain-faced idiot, searching for fulfillment you will never have. Not like you do with me.”

“You sound so sure”, he muses threateningly.

“Prove me wrong then.”

He sighs and tips his head back, feeling achingly hard. Her movements are too slow to grant him any kind of meaningful pleasure, but the touch all the same ignites a flame within.

“I can think of a better use for your cunt mouth”

The hand moves from her face to her hair, and he revels in the whine she lets out when he drags her from the depths to the shallow bank of the edge of the great lake. In the moonlight, shrouded in blue, their bodies look ethereal with the light bouncing off their damp skin.

He'd fucking hate that smug little smile on her face as he drags her to her knees in front of him, if he didn't fucking love it so much.

“Open.”

She bit her lip, holding back her smile at how wound tight she'd managed to make him and only wished to take it further by outright denying him, cock hard and weeping before her.

A choked moan left her as warmth bloomed on her cheek hard, Aemond's hand followed and grabbed her jaw meanly, pulling her face up to meet his gaze. His fingers curled into the flesh of her face, parting her lips, all while his other hand held his length by the base littered with silver curls, and pressed the tip to her lips.

Her eyes glimmered with excitement, feeling a throb between her thighs as he slid into her mouth slowly, his cock hot and heavy on her tongue. There was a dull ache on her cheek where he'd struck her, but it was exciting all the same.

Aemond moaned loudly when he felt her gag on him, her throat trying to close around his length and tears collecting around the rim of her beautiful eyes.

“That's it…”, he cooed quietly, pressing all the way into her warm, wet mouth until his hips were pressed to her.

“-you think I should be king, hm? - a king needs his cock warmed -”

He could tell she was trying to say something around his length but couldn't, and he wanted to laugh at her attempt as he thrusted so deeply into her mouth, her throat moved along with it, prodding the back of her throat mercilessly.

The little slut was writhing there, taking his cock into her mouth like a cunt would, pressing her thighs together to alleviate how badly she wanted to be fucked.

“- what's that? - I can't hear you -”, he smirked at her. Her eyes now shut with streams of moisture forming lines down her face.

“-that’s it-” he whispers softly, “-much better with my cock in your mouth-”

Once he begins fucking in earnest, he feels her warm hands on his thighs for balance. His fingers tug at her moist hair for leverage, tugging her back on his length.

His stomach muscles tighten as her cheeks hollow, increasing the friction on him. Every nerve feels alight the more he bottoms out inside her mouth.

“-fuck- it's such a waste, I've been dreaming of that perfect cunt all day -” he breathes heavily, “-be a good girl and take it-”

She makes a sound skin to a whine when she tastes his seed, shooting hot ropes onto her tongue and back of her throat, coating her mouth with it as he continues his ceaseless pace, prolonging his pleasure.

Aemond moans loudly, the sound lost in the dense forest, granting himself a few more shallow thrusts before he stills, emptying himself on her tongue and watching as a line of spend dribbles down the side of her mouth and onto her breasts.

He sighs in contentment. She is being good and hasn't moved an inch.

With a wet smack, he pulls his softening cock from her mouth, smirking at the way he coats her lips as they glisten in the moonlight.

She opens her bleary eyes finally to him, and doesn't even need to be told. She swallows, a sigh following after to prove she has swallowed all of it.

He hums. A thumb reaching for her chin to push the seed that had leaked out back into her mouth. She sucks on the digit hungrily, and he nearly moans out at the feeling of her wet tongue.

He pulls it out and cups her face lovingly, her eyelashes fluttering as she leans into his touch.

“Come back to the Keep with me”, he demands simply, like it is the easiest thing in the world.

“What?” 

“If I'm going to have to wed, bed and breed Floris fucking Baratheon, I'll need you close to me.”

With the heady taste of him on her tongue still, she swallows and considers for a moment. 

“I will not allow the sweetest cunt in the realm to sleep on the outskirts of the fucking Kingswood. You will be mine.”

His words are sweet. 

It would promise safety from vagabonds, rapists and hunters, for certain. And she had to admit, she did miss him whenever he departed on Vhagar, summoned back to the Keep.

So, she smiles at him, leaning forward to press her temple against his body.

“Yes, my King.”

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[skaruresonic]

I can't take Lanolin or Surge seriously because their entire selling point as characters is to whine about things that no one else in the cast is bothered by. This still applies even when going off the comic alone and ignoring everything else.

You don't see Cream or Charmy yelling at Sonic to kill Eggman. Not even after the metal virus. And they're literally children.

Even when you're comparing them to other idw comic characters they still fall flat. Tangle went through the metal virus too and has a history of surviving the side effects of Eggman's invasions. And Tangle is perfectly fine. So what's Lanolin's problem? How can Lanolin's "trauma" be interpreted as anything other than her being overly sensitive?

Then there's the whole thing with Surge. Surge's reasons for hating Sonic are so shallow and contrived that it feels like the writers added the brainwashing bit because even they realized how flimsy Surge's motivations are.

Whisper's old friend group was murdered by Eggman but you don't see Whisper ranting and raving about why Sonic's a moron for not killing Eggman.

I don't see Surge and Lanolin as breaths of fresh air who've transcended the metaphorical matrix of Sonic's world. I see them as whiny pushovers who have less mental endurance than literal kids.

Yeah, you know what, you're right.

In fact, why should Lanolin hold a grudge against Sonic for not saving enough people when in issue 57 she thanked Sonic for saving her town?

Can someone in this Chili's keep their characters consistent, please?

The lack of mitigating backstory is really becoming conspicuous now. At least Surge had brainwashing as an excuse, thin though it was.

As it stands, Lanolin simply appears unhinged because there's nothing else to help us contextualize her behavior. And before people cry "anxiety," note that most people with anxiety do not fucking plot to assassinate a friend out of the blue as a coping mechanism.

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You don't see Cream or Charmy yelling at Sonic to kill Eggman. Not even after the metal virus. And they're literally children.

Well, Espio did. Tried to suggest it. Sonic just steamrolled him, ignored the fact that he was speaking from a place of pain and proceeded to strawman his point. Cuz principles. :P

In hindsight, that scene reads like Espio touched a raw nerve on something Sonic was already beating himself up about and Sonic just blew up on him.

And actually, Cream prevented Whisper from JFKing Eggman. Whisper was indeed going to do what everybody says Sonic should do, but it wasn't considered the proper stance at the time, so she was made to stand down.

---

Tangle went through the metal virus too and has a history of surviving the side effects of Eggman's invasions. And Tangle is perfectly fine. So what's Lanolin's problem? How can Lanolin's "trauma" be interpreted as anything other than her being overly sensitive?

Honestly, "massive control freak" seems like the most cogent explanation in the absence of others. People have to walk on eggshells around her so as not to trigger her anxiety, since she responds with violence.

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I don't see Surge and Lanolin as breaths of fresh air who've transcended the metaphorical matrix of Sonic's world. I see them as whiny pushovers who have less mental endurance than literal kids.

Not to mention spotlight leeches lol.

[missin-you-already]

Deaths I think Alice feels responsible for in some capacity AKA the newest edition of my Resi ramblings. Part one of six because of length <3

Resident Evil: I like to think when Alice told Dr. J. Isaacs at the end of Apocalypse that she remembered everything, she was referring to the Hive/Raccoon City Incidents and not everything. I don't think Alice ever fully regained her memories. Partially because she's a clone and many of them were falsified to begin with. The real ones occasionally came to her in small fragments. The Hive was her earliest solid memory.

Aside from Spence, the version of her that existed before the nerve gas did not really know anybody down in the Hive with her. She knew of people like Rain, Kap, J.D., and One, but did not interact with them outside of in passing. A lot of the people she knew after and started caring for, she didn't get to know for very long at all. When Sanitation arrived, they had about three hours to get their job done before the exits sealed, but god, it did not feel that way to Alice.

It was all frustrating. She woke up unable to remember a thing but quickly discovered she did not have an average life. Her dresser had a drawer full of automatic weapons. A load of commandos smashed through her windows and took her through the looking glass. Some faces felt vaguely familiar. Parts of the labs felt vaguely familiar, but important information was not returning to her fast enough. It wasn't her fault, yet it felt that way when it was making the situation worse. She was slowly starting to realize that she was responsible for all of this in some way. At the end, she dropped to the floor of the mansion, the realization that she "failed everybody" coming down on her full force. There was still no time to break down, but was so hard not to. They were all dead.

Lisa Addison and all the other employees who worked in the Hive: Alice wished she was more careful. In The Final Chapter, was revealed that the whole apocalypse was planned. I like to think that like Alice, Spence was a clone. Spreading the T-virus was programmed into him. Trying to steal it would have happened soon regardless, but overhearing Alice and Lisa activated something in his brain. He threw a vial of it onto the floor because he had to spread it dumping hazardous material on the floor would activate Red Queen's defenses, taking the attention off his theft.

Alice wished she was more careful. It was stupid to meet Lisa so close to the Looking Glass House. She couldn't even remember why she chose to do so, but she remembered planning to do good with her. In another universe, things went according to plan and it was the start of Umbrella's end. Instead, it was the start of the world's end.

Matt was crying over his sister's corpse and Alice realized she was her mole. All the pieces weren't there yet, but she knew she fucked up somehow. She let that settle in her mind as they headed back to Red Queen's chamber. When Kaplan and Rain mentioned that the exits would seal, that was when Alice started feeling responsible for taking the lead and getting them all out, hoping that following her instincts would be enough.

It was not.

James "One" Shade, Olga Danilova/Medic, Alfonso Warner, and Vance Drew: Kaplan also definitely felt responsible for this before he died. Alice and Spence shouting at him to stop the lasers didn't help. That only made him fumble more. Maybe if they hadn't pressured Kaplan, he could have kept a cool enough head to save a few of his teammates. You can't exactly blame them for being like, "Holy shit! They're getting cut apart in there!! Do something!!!" But y'know.

Alice's main thought, though, was if she hadn't indirectly helped cause the Hive Incident, Sanitation wouldn't have ever been sent there and put in that position. What she witnessed through that small window was seared into her brain.

J.D. Salinas: Alice was not around to witness J.D.'s death, but she found out that they didn't need to wait for him after rejoining the others. Again, I think Kaplan felt responsible. He was struggling to input the code fast enough. Rain felt responsible. Realistically, she would have never been able to pull J.D. out herself, but what if she could? What if she grabbed him quicker? What if his hand hadn't slipped out of hers? That was her best friend, goddammit...

Alice felt partially responsible in the same way she did for those who died in the laser corridor.

Spence Parks: He was already dead. Undead. Whatever. Alice put him down again, though. He left her, Rain, and Matt for dead. For money. It was all for money. She could feel some attraction coming back to her, but it all left the instant he grabbed that gun to point it at her. Alice glared down the barrel and threw down his jacket when he left, angry at both him and herself. If you asked her, Alice would tell you, yeah, she cut off Spence's head. Yeah, he deserved it. No, it wasn't really necessary. It didn't make things right. Nothing could. She could have pulled her leg away and left his zombie on the platform, but it was the only revenge she could take. For her. For all the others down there with her.

Chad Kaplan: Kaplan sorta had two deaths. There was his fall off the pipes. He told the others to leave him and they thought he turned his revolver on himself. The guilt hit her when they turned away. She tried to swallow it down.

Then, there was his real death. He was ripped off the train. It was quick.

He was given the antivirus. He lasted on his own, rescued them, made it so close to the exit... and he died. If Alice had landed a few shots on the licker through the train's walls, that wouldn't have been enough to stop it. She couldn't have saved him. But if the Hive never happened, he would still be alive.

Rain Ocampo: In a deleted scene in Retribution, Alice shot a zombified Rain clone. Upon getting a good look at her, her demeanor quickly changed. When Ada questioned what's wrong, Alice said that she knew Rain and that she was dead. Ada asked if she's sure and although Matt shot Rain in Resident Evil, Alice's answer was that she's positive because she killed Rain. I've seen it argued that it's a flub/retcon/whatever, but I don't think so.

Alice tried to stay optimistic about curing Rain's condition, but Rain started worsening way faster after J.D. bit her in the tunnels. Maybe if Alice had been able to remember the antivirus sooner, if she had grabbed that damn gun before Spence shot the lock, she could have given Rain the dose she needed before she crossed the point of no return.

When Alice mistakenly thought Rain passed and leveled her gun at her forehead, it was one of the hardest times she had had pulling a trigger. And she never went through with it herself. It was a rollercoaster, thinking she was dead, finding out she wasn't, then turning around a few minutes later and finding her trying to take a chunk out of Matt. Alice would never forget the sight of her slumped on the floor with a hole in her forehead. It was another round of shitty déjà vu for her in Retribution seeing that clone in a similar position. She put the bullet in Rain that time, though. It got Alice's breathing all shaky, but she was supposed to have mastered hardening herself by then. Her head was spinning for a moment there.

It really fucking hurt again for a moment there.

Matt tried to tell her that it was Umbrella's fault. Not hers. While she could rightfully place blame on the corporation, she'd never stop placing some of it on herself too. Nobody is harder on Alice than Alice <3

[sugolara]

Three months ago

ft. Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn

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Three months ago, after a long day of gardening and plowing down another fence, down in the living room Izuku along with F/n peacefully slept. While they did so, Katsuki tossed and turned on his couch, feeling agitated as sleep refused to enter him. It had been a while since he could sleep, so for his rest to leave when he was just getting use to the routine it frustrated him.

But it was a good thing that he had stayed awake as the night drew in closer, he heard footsteps outside the home. He glanced at Izuku who slept on the other couch before looking at F/n who slept on a lazy chair rocking back and forth. To see them in their state, he looked at the window above him, figuring it was a rotter passing by, but when he heard chattering he sat up.

To make sure it wasn't his imagination playing with him, he peeked through the corner of the curtains and sure enough a bright light hit his face causing him to pull back and blink to regain his vision. The light illuminated the room and he quickly went down to the floor, hurrying in waking Izuku and F/n up.

The sleeping pairs were now wide awake at the violent shake and they quickly reached down to grab their weapons. They even went to place their shoes, just as a voice was heard outside, "C'mon we know you're in there! Just come out and make things easier for us!"

Izuku held his rifle in one hand as he whispered to Katsuki, "Did you see how many were out there?"

"I–" Bullets flew through the walls of the living room. The three inside ducked down, protecting their heads, "I don't know, but there's a van outside!"

Her revolver that she found in one of the homes clattered in her hand, "What the hell do we have that they want?"

"Who the fuck knows, but if they know we're here then they've been watching us." Katsuki scowled, "We haven't gone anywhere this past week."

"It was probably the noise or the fire." Izuku said as another round of bullets flew by, "We gotta get outta here."

He looked towards the stairs, making a run for it, "Hurry up!"

The two behind followed just as the same raspy voice could be heard, "Look, we know you're in there so come out! We promise we won't hurt any of you so make this easy for us!"

However, Izuku stopped when he realized he had forgotten his bag. He let the other two go to the second floor as he looked to the living room, his eyes searching for his bag. He didn't want to leave his bag that contained the only photo of his mother and his journal. It would be like losing his memory, but despite looking for it he couldn't see it. The rush and the voice outside were only adding onto his nerves.

"We've been watching you for a while and we like the skills you have!" Katsuki grabbed onto Izuku's arm, giving him a silent stare to keep going as the voice continued to ring. "I think our leader will be very happy to see you! So how 'bout it?"

He refused as he turned his body to walk down the stairs, shrugging the blondes arm every time he felt him be pulled, "I won't take long."

"Get the fuck over here, Deku." Katsuki angrily said, "What do you think you're going to do? Try and fight back? Grab every shit you can find before a bullet lodges into your fucking skull? Quit playing around."

F/n sat at the top of the stairs, watching them as she could hear a vehicle coming in closer, "What are you guys doing? We don't have time for this."

"I won't take long." Izuku glared at him and before Katsuki could utter another word, they heard a whistle and the front door had been broken through. A thud was then heard, soon following the sound of various growls. Their eyes widened when a rotter came into view, others just right behind it.

The sight had them all run up the stairs and into a room with a window showing down the street. Even the window was shattered, the curtain flowing with holes embedded. While Katsuki and F/n grabbed the drawers to place them by the door, hoping that the rotters wouldn't pummel through, Izuku headed for the window to look for a way out, but he dropped down when bullets flew.

The two behind him shielded their heads. The blonde gritted his teeth when the first pound of the door hit him, "No way they just fucking trapped us! What a pain in my ass!"

The girl scoffed, "What's a pain is getting rid of them. Who the fuck knows how may there are."

"No!" Izuku looked at her, his brows furrowed, "Your wound still isn't healed. Any pressure or if any of the dead's blood gets on it you'll get infected."

"I wasn't talking about them." She cocked her gun, "I still have bullets left."

Given their situation, there wasn't an opportunity where he could talk to her like beforehand. But even if he did, he had to throw out his morals as they were in a life threatening situation. Not to mention, that for whatever reason the men outside wanted them badly, "Fine."

A quick switch and Izuku was helping Katsuki while F/n headed for the window. It was a long shot, she even used the male rifle to spot where exactly each man stood, but she could barely see them with how dark it was. The headlights from the vehicle only gave a few positions away, but she knew there were more when some of them talked to those in the dark.

The idea of killing someone was also something that Katsuki heavily disagreed with, but unlike Izuku, he understood the reasoning and rather cave in too quickly. If he had come upon someone as dangerous, then he would have pulled the trigger, despite his body repulsing. He looked at the girl, grunting as the dead refused to give up, "How many?"

She turned the rifle, peering at every individual, "I don't know I can't see shit. Maybe seven or nine?"

"That's a lot of people just for us." Izuku mumbled out, his back hurting with every pound, "Can you see a way out?"

There wasn't unless they died, but she stayed silent as her attention was brought to one of the men with gray hair and pink eyes covered by glasses. In his hand, a bottle of liquor with a rag sitting inside was joined by his cigarette, lighting the rag. With quick movement, he threw the molotov inside, setting the living room on fire.

The fire reached the entire home, burning everything. The smoke then climbed up that stairs, reaching the second floor and the room they stood in, going through the crack of the door.

"Smoke?" Katsuki and Izuku both questioned. Their noses could faintly smell it as well and they needed to get out before it clogged their lungs. "Hurry up, idiot!"

The girl scowled. Seeing another bottle being passed down to the men, she let the rifle fall before grabbing her revolver. Watching as the cigarette lit, she waited until the rag ignited on fire, then did she release an air of breath as she pulled the trigger. Her eyes glued onto the bottle until it broke and fire unleashed, covering their vision, "I got them!"

Just in the nick of time as the smoke got thicker. WIthout hesitation, they ran towards the window and climbed out. Using the porch roof they made their way to the back to escape, ignoring the screams and shouts as the men tried to pat down their comrade that had gotten set on fire.

They jumped down when they entered the backyard, climbing the back fence where a street unfolded and despite feeling relief they managed to get away, they realized that they had to start all over. All their belongings were turned into ashes due to their negielance. They should have known they were being watched, but they relished into the thought of finding a place to belong.

They took no notice of the painful scream and the cackles of the fire as F/n grunted. Stopping, she held onto her wound, "I think...I opened it."

Worryingly, Izuku lifted her shirt only to see blood smearing through the white bandage, "We'll find something to clean it so don't mess with it. Leave it alone."

He then looked behind her, seeing Katsuki jump down the fence, "Kacchan, are you okay?"

"I will be when we get the far fuck away from he–" Hearing a gun clatter behind him and the heavy footsteps, the blonde stood still. His eyes looking at Izuku's own, who had his widened.

"You sons of b–" The echo of a gunshot rang through, followed by the sound of the body falling. Crimson eyes shifted to F/n, her hand that held her revolver falling to her side as she passed Izuku his bag, "I managed to swipe this."

Her other hand still clutched onto her wound, "We should get going. Anything could've heard all this mess and I'm not looking forward to dealing with it."

With his bag in hand, his eyes widened as he saw the photo peek out from one of the smaller pockets. Turning to the girl, who handed the blonde her knife, he wrapped his arms around her, "Thank you, F/n!"

Shocked, she glanced at the blonde for help, but he looked away still to be shaken as he almost thought he was for sure a goner. She let out an awkward chuckle, pulling away from him, "..'Kay, you're welcome."

When he didn't let go she patted his back, though he still refused to remove himself—unnoticing his arms getting tighter around her—until she shoved him, "Alright, Izuku, let go."

The male with a small smile on his face pulled away, "Let's get going."

On the move, they disappeared through the darkness. The cackles of the fire grew distant and while their pace quickened, Katsuki wiped his sweaty face. Eyes on the girl as he thought for a moment, in the near future he would thank her for saving him. 

[oc-tournaments]

ROUND THREE - MATCH 5

DANZYMYR MAENELD vs TAMARA

DANZYMYR MAENELD: @mitsubinyuri

TAMARA: @wokeuptraveledstraightintothesun

VOTE BASED ON THE INFORMATION BELOW CUT!!

Propaganda Content Warnings: Parental death for DANZYMYR, abandonment, experimenting and cult mentions for TAMARA.

DANZYMYR MAENELD:

PROPAGANDA: Danzymyr is a male Drow so already not off to a great start. His mother was like... standard evil drow matriarch. Because he was of high status he was treated a little better than other Drow males but still pretty damn terribly. His house, House Maeneld, was on the way out in terms of power and influence and due to the constant jockeying for status in Drow society his mom was intent to use him as a tool to further the house, as with all of his other siblings.

He went to school in Menzoberranzan to be a warrior, and while he was there, he met another student who he ended up becoming close with. This other student was a member of a much more influential house, and long story short his mother found out and wanted to use his closeness to this guy to infiltrate the house and do a whole lot of murder. He was kind of like okay! Sure!

But he lost his nerve right before reaching the place. He escaped to the surface instead, where shit was awful for him. The Drow's sunlight sensitivity made it so that he was in constant pain and most people didn't look too favorably upon him. Eventually, he took up a career as a monster hunter, gaining more and more begrudging respect until he eventually became an adventurer, and later, hero. All the while he's still traumatized from how he was raised and is deathly terrified of spiders.

Eventually he decides he needs to go back to confront his past, so he does. He returns to the house where he was raised and finds out that the guy he was "very good friends" with died anyway (due to his mother's intervention). He ends up killing his mother and actively enjoys it and that causes a big sense of shame.

Then he's sent to a magic prison where they get their minds probed by an aasimar for abstract visions of their psyche given in the form of song where he'll be judged innocent or guilty. He falls in love with a druid who has a crazy savior complex and is enforcing terrible restrictions on the other prisoners, and he's like "wait he's not that bad!" They make each other worse lol.

THEME SONG:

TAMARA:

PROPAGANDA: let’s see, lost her family at 7 years old (none of them died there was just a house fire where she was put inside an iron stove to “protect” her by her father (her father doesn’t like her can you tell) and they left her there (the rest of her family thought she’d left already)), (un)fortunately picked up by a guy who took her to a very ethical lab where she was healed! And then forced through many painful experiments. Also she was the executioner for a Lot of people later in the lab time and she’s not even 16 yet. So she escapes at age 16 and spends a year with her girlfriend just existing and processing (poorly) what she had to live through and trying to acclimate to life outside of The Lab. Then her girlfriend (who is a cyborg fun fact) got a virus and so she had to be decommissioned which was not a good time for Tamara.

Other physical details: One of the experiments was a test in how high someone’s empathy can get and. Tamara’s the highest Kyne (the one guy who loves experimenting on her) got. So she’s having a Time. She has lost sensation in her extremities, her bones are weak as Fuck due to being part bird (because of very little bone marrow and airy bones), and she just always looks soggy regardless. Also she’s trans

So she just can Not catch a break and she unfortunately gets exploited by her need for parental love and general guidance in her life and joins a cult :( Like can you see the fact that she just cannot stop being kicked while she is down. (I love her to bits and she is my favorite oc I promise)

THEME SONG:

[lakesbian]

funniest possible thing for scarf to say immediately before reading the arc where brian gets nerve-carpeted while under the false assumption that alec is going to die. btw here's their current theories on the entities & so on which i found enjoyable:

scion’s goofy ass is definitely patient zero that’s a given. I wonder if he created the endbringers. he was first found hovering above the ocean maybe he gave it life or smth. who knows what he was doing before he was found I doubt he just Showed Up he must’ve been doing something even if it was just hovering for eternity letting his power leak into the earth jack slash being the catalyst for the end of the world might have something to do with how he orchestrates the nine., he doesn’t want Noelle on the team he thinks she’s too big of a threat. I’m assuming if he gets is way that means she dies. I think that something really bad happens if she dies. connected to my other theory abt Noelle possibly having endbringer genetics if the endbringers Are the earth given life then killing her is killing the planet. maybe idk still no concrete answers on the entities sadly. parahuman = parasite still a clear connection tho given the whole virus thing & how drastically they r affecting more and more people with powers & trigger event proximities

their previous/initial theory was like. Shockingly close to the truth for a second but then they veered the fuck off. god i cannot wait to see how they feel about brian their boy brian whom they like and enjoy experiencing the horrors

[serial-experiments-rain]

Character Intro: Wrusty Caldwell

The floor under me is cold, damp, cracked stone, with streams of water flowing through the crevices. The scent of burning lavender overwhelms my nostrils

A leather-gloved hand helps me get to my feet. A leather gloved hand that belongs to a tall, muscled figure.

“Wrusty,” I croak, “good t’see ya.”

“Save your breath, Sibyl. You're suffering from one hell of a data overload. What the fuck did you do?”

A hand grabs my wrist, and I'm ushered to my feet.

“Killed a man. Unknowing vector for some ultra-fucked-up experimental program.”

“You’re quite lucid, all things considered. Can you walk by yourself?”

 I turn my gaze to Wrusty’s shoulder. She’s a full head taller than me, her void-black hair styled in her signature messy bun. A woman of the utmost precision, and somehow, she can’t tie a simple bun.

“I… always lie.”

“Here, Sibyl, you can lean on me,” Wrusty answers, propping my arm over her shoulder, “you could tell me everything once I’ve fixed you up.”

My vision blurs, and I feel myself being half-lead, half-dragged to our destination. 

“How the hell did you…find me?” I ask her, and this arouses a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. She turns to face me fully, and I manage to see my sorry state reflected in her black scleras.

“My job is to monitor your vitals, and for the amount of money you gave me, I can only offer the best of my services.”

There would’ve been a time, a few months prior, where I’d’ve been a bit more curious as to what exactly she meant with those words. It didn’t take long for my curiosity to dry up as quickly as it flourished.

“Open the door, Alexei! Our favorite customer’s back!”

“Alive?” a muffled Russian accent asks.

“Yes, alive. I’d be devastated if Miss Moneybags here ever decided to kick the bucket.”

“Nice to know you care for my well being, Wrusty.”

“Of course. Like I said, you’re our favorite customer.” Wrusty defends, glancing upwards.

“Yelena, what the hell’s your dad doing in there?”

The streetlights on the left side flicker, followed by the rapid opening-and-closing of the trash can lid next to me.

“Uh-huh, I’ll tell ‘er.”

Wrusty opens the door and we take a few steps inside.

“Yelena wants to know if you’re aware of the history behind ego diving.” Wrusty continues.

“Can’t…can’t say I am.” I respond. My vision begins to clear, and I allow myself a seat.

“It was pioneered for Lockhart by Eleanor’s ex, Anastasia, originally intended to treat people with recurring or debilitating mental health issues. Alexei, here, was quite familiar with her. He was the bodyguard to some famous rockstar.”

“That famous rockstar, as you call her,” Alexei interjects, “sullied your father’s suit with her vomit.”

“Yeah, yeah, I remember. Anyways, Sibyl, whatever the hell you did back there completely fried your systems. We’re talkin’ like, total obliteration, and we might have to…” Wrusty pauses, leaning closer to my arm. She taps the elbow three times, and then my wrist, and then the back of my hand, all of which in quick succession.

“Fuck. Might have to send this one back to Tavares.”

I clench my jaw and swallow my words. The fuck did Galatea put in my systems? No, before that. The white-eyed woman.

“Tea time,” Wrusty instructs.

My gaze focuses on the pinky finger of my cyber, and I think about the act of lifting my pinky finger, but my arm doesn’t respond, save for a slight twitch of the thumb.

“Mmm, so the arm is still connected to your nerves, it’s just…”

Without looking back, Wrusty grabs a screwdriver from a nearby table and unscrews the brachialis plate, where my cyber’s CPU is snugly tucked away.

“Whatever did this snapped clean through the defenses we’ve installed.” Wrusty muses. “Either dealin’ with a world-class red or a top-o’-the-line virus.”

“Neither of those are reassuring, Wrusty.”

“It’s a matter of perspective, really. You say to-may-to, I say to-mah-to. You say it isn’t reassuring, I say that it’s quite the opposite.”

This is unusually optimistic, even for her.

“Please, Wrusty, enlighten me.”

“It would be my pleasure. Can you walk on your own?”

“I’ll manage.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” she answers, running her hands over my cyber’s CPU, “you could not have chosen a better time to show up.”

“Is that so?”

She clicks her tongue in agreement, adding “like fire and ice.”

A distinctly Vespuccian turn of phrase that almost complements its accent, and I cannot help but offer a weak smile. Legend has it that the Vespuccian accent originated in the deep American South, in regions once known as Maryland and Texas. Wrusty herself once stated that her family hailed from an American state known as Kentucky, but with her, it’s hard to tell whether she’s telling the truth or making a fool out of her audience.

“Remember how I said your cyber’s shot? Well, it’s much better…I mean, worse…that I’d initially thought. One the wires ‘round your central processing unit has melted into its casing, and if you’d tried to get any more use out of it, well…d’you know how much authentic human meat goes for on the black market? A little charred, maybe. Sinewy and medium rare are one and the same in the Vespuccian underworld.”

“Where does the good news come in?” I mutter dryly.

“The other model just came in today. Tavares gave me free rein on its programming, and I’d like to record some human-computer interactions in testing this program.”

“Wait but Cell just updated this cyber with—”

“Don’t sweat it, I’ll keep those programs intact.”

“Can you extract it from—”

“Yelena already did that,” and then, to the ceiling fan above her, “thanks, sweetie!”

The lights flicker on and off in appreciation.

“When’s the last time you ate something?”

I pause for a moment, processing Wrusty’s question. Genuine concern? From Wrusty Caldwell? Shit, maybe that biochip fucked with more than my systems.

“For fuck’s sake stop gawking at me like that, you look like I asked you for nuclear codes.”

“The codes are something I’d expect you to ask about.”

“Alright, jackass, just answer the question.”

I pause, struggling to recall. There was the Synthetik bacon from Mama Zoraya’s, but I barely touched that due to Kaspar’s visit and subsequent game, and…

I reach into my pocket once more, sighing in relief upon feeling the tarot card still in there, through some miracle.

Which reminds me…

“Wrusty, you’ve been ‘round the block, right?” 

 “Could say so. Somethin’ botherin’ you?”

“A few things, actually.”

Wrusty stands upright, her broad shoulders caked in grease and dust.

“Follow me, I’ll listen on the way to the shop.” By now, her supposedly southern accent has swung in full force, “In return, I’d like you to review my programs.”

Haven't posted an excerpt of Cold Circuit in a while, surprisingly. Anyways, meet Wrusty Caldwell. She's...something, I'll give you that.

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Part Two: "Cure of Infection": A BTS x SKZ Crossover Zombie Apocalypse Story

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The scenario:  Post apocalyptic AU.  Zombie Apocalyse AU. 

A BTS x SKZ Crossover Event

WARNING WARNING: SPOILERS IN THE RECAP! IF YOU HAVEN"T READ CHAPTER ONE FIND IT HERE

Chapter Recap:  Felix and the mc were on their way back from a raid that went sideways and Felix was bitten not once but twice.   They are battling the clock to save him before he turns.  All looks lost when none other that Taehyung appears and offers them sanctuary.  However, trouble stirs and the mc is forced to seperate from Felix and Taehyung.   Does Felix make it?   Is Taehyung true to his word?  Will the mc be able to make it back to Felix and the others?  

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Hoseok stood, arms crossed, brows furrowed and eyes hard as he took in the scene in front of him. 

Taehyung had arrived back … after having told no one that he was even gone. 

He loved the man, really he did. 

And he understood the desire for a stroll outside. 

But those days were in the past.  

Someone needed to know where you were at all times and you didn't need to go out alone. 

And to make matters worse, he'd returned with a drifter … who'd been bitten.

Hoseok, having long since accepted the reality… was prepared to put the kid out of his misery. 

Only for Taehyung to shoot into a blind panic raving about a woman and a separation of cells and a cure. 

Truthfully, if Namjoon's curiosity hadn't gotten the best of him… Hoseok would've already put the poor young man out of his misery and been done with it. 

However, Namjoon had stepped in. 

"Hoseok-ah… let's just see what happens.  We have a containment area … just in case.   Let's just see where this goes.  If it's true and this woman shows… I mean, if she's right… then who knows what this could mean?" 

And while it ground against every nerve and instinct Hoseok had…. he had always been a sucker for that wonder in Namjoon's eyes. 

Joon was the leader, technically, but Hoseok was the disciplinarian and everyone knew it. 

Joon was the face and the voice and Hoseok was the follow through. 

Which usually made it all the more jarring because Hoseok was so naturally charismatic.   

He was a natural at letting you see what he wanted you to see right up until the very end. 

Chameleon, actor… whatever you wanted to call it. 

But he had one huge weakness… and that was Namjoon and that childlike wonder he got in his eyes when he wanted to learn something. 

If Hoseok was Superman, Namjoon was his kryptonite. 

That being said… he didn't like this… at all. 

It was far too risky. 

Felix, the young man, had been bitten twice and while Taehyung insisted he watched this 'mystery woman' pull the virus cells out of him… he had his doubts. 

At Taehyung's insistence, he had been given the medicine found in the backpack in thirty minutes intervals. 

Now the question of a blood transfusion hung in the air. 

Hoseok wasn't having it. 

"Absolutely not." he had snapped. 

"But hyung… she said…." Taehyung pleaded. "He lost so much blood.  He's got to." 

"We don't even know this kid!" Hoseok shouted. 

It had caused an unholy fight amongst himself, Taehyung, Namjoon and Jin.  

It was the kid that spoke up. 

"I understand your doubts.  I get it.   You can't trust anyone anymore."  Felix said.   "Don't worry about it.  Noona said she's coming.  And maybe I can build my blood back up." 

"And that's another thing." Hoseok barked.  "Yet another stranger that we don't know.  She conveniently splits and you come in here with an infected person. Taehyung, what is wrong with you?!" 

"If she hadn't then there is a really good possibility that I wouldn't even be here!" Taehyung snapped. 

"You would be fine if you'd stayed the fuck inside like you're supposed to!" Hoseok roared. 

"I can't live in a box for the rest of my life!  If wanting to feel the sunshine on my face every once in a while is a sin then Satan himself can claim me.   At least Hell would be a change of scenery!" Taehyung screamed. 

The both of them were staring at the other with hard eyes and heaving chests. 

Seokjin was the first to collect Hoseok, pulling him away to cool down while Namjoon went to soothe Taehyung. 

Seokjin would bring Hoseok back down to reality and Namjoon, though impossibly curious of the possibilities, would help bring some clarity to Taehyung. 

"I couldn't just…" Taehyung whispered. "Hyung doesn't understand…" 

Namjoon sighed, placing his hand on Taehyung's shoulder, "He does, Tae.  He's just scared is all.  You know him.  He's just trying to keep everyone safe.  There are others here we have to think about." 

"But… what if… what if it's a cure?" 

"It is." 

The pair of them looked to the young man currently laying on the bed in the isolation room. 

Felix sat up a bit more. 

He looked a bit worse for wear but there was no doubt that he hadn't been overtaken by the virus.   

"A cure?" Namjoon asked. 

Felix nodded, "Noona won't talk about it but I know it's true.  My hyung, Minho, he was bitten and she did with him what she did with me today.  But I think it took a lot longer." 

"This is fascinating but I don't know that it's classified as a cure.  It's more like catching a cut before infection can set it."  Namjoon reasoned. "Still, I had no idea that it was even something that could be done… but it's not exactly a cure." 

"It is though." Felix said.  "I wasn't finished talking." 

Redness creeped up Namjoon's neck, "Sorry." 

"It's ok." Felix said.  "Another member of our group, Hyunjin, he got separated from us for a while.   We feared the worse and had those fears confirmed one day while we were out scavenging.  He'd completely turned. But he's family and no matter what we've been told… none of us could just put him down like that." 

Taehyung's chest tightened with this knowledge and his mind wandered to a certain someone currently locked away in another isolation chamber. 

Felix continued, "We managed to get him back and we put a muzzle on him so he couldn't bite.   Noona knew she could pull the virus cells out because she'd done it with Minho.  But it was different.  Minho had a fresh bite and Hyunjin had clearly been turned for a while. She had to figure out a way to get the cells out and good blood back in."  

"I don't understand." Namjoon said. 

"I think I do." Taehyung said before looking at Namjoon. "That's what she was talking about.   A blood transfusion." 

Felix nodded, "She pumped cells out of Hyunjin until he was barely there at all.   They're not dead, you see.  But their bodies are locked in a different state.  And depending how strong they are mentally…. they could still be aware.   Noona pulled cells out of Hyunjin until he looked like a raisin and then we all took turns giving him blood transfusions.   She'd extract and inject until no virus was left and all that remained was blood." 

"Oh my god." Namjoon whispered.  "This it is." 

"It doesn't always work though." Felix said. 

"What do you mean?" Taehyung said, the flicker of hope in his chest almost dying as quickly as it had grown. 

"It all depends on the person." Felix said, struggling a little to sit up.  "She's tried before on others.   Hyunjin says he felt like he still had his mind but no control of his body.  Like he was being controlled and it was a fight every day.  He said it was like a devil was on his shoulder whispering to him to give in and making him do things he didn't want to.  He said knowing that we were alive and fighting for him gave him hope and something to hold on.  He says that when Noona started the treatment it was awful and extremely painful…but it gave him the strength he needed not to give in." 

Taehyung gasped, tears springing to his eyes, as he thought of the wide dark eyes and full lips, the sweet smile and warm hugs. 

The person who he loved with all his heart…. locked away in his own mind. 

"The others.." Felix started.  "Noona thinks it's because she's not good enough but Hyunjin says he thinks it's because they had already given up hope or perhaps there were prior injuries that were too great.  A girl, Sulli, she came completely back to herself but then she died on the table.   Another, Hara… she was restored but unfortunately she took her life that night.   Changbin-hyung says that she confided in him that she'd lost everyone… and didn't want to continue without them.  She did it before we could even try to stop her. But there was one other.  Her name is Jisoo.  She was bitten and restored.  We saw her not long ago.  She said that she had reunited with her friends, Rose, Lisa and Jennie." 

Taehyung sniffled, "Why did you say you couldn't go back earlier? In the street.  You said you'd been bitten.  If you knew this was possible then why did you say that?" 

A dark look crossed the young man's freckled features, "I didn't exactly have control.  I never realized what Hyunjin mean when he said it was like your body was being controlled.  I felt like it was drifting in and out and my mind was hazy.  I spoke but I didn't have control at times.  At others I did.  That's why when I had the chance, I told Noona I wanted to go with you. I just wanted to make it home.  If we made it home, I knew she could save me.  Because I know it's possible and that she won't give up… and that is all the strength I need to fight it before it overtakes me." 

He was quiet for a moment and tears filled his eyes. 

"But it's been hours… and she still hasn't come.  I - I'm scared that they might've…" he broke off into a sob, his emotions getting the better of him. 

"We'll find the woman." 

The three of them jumped at the voice at the door. 

Hoseok, had been lingering, silently and discreetly listening to the story. 

"Hyung!" Taehyung gasped. 

Hoseok walked to both Namjoon and Taehyung, placing a hand on the younger's shoulder. 

"Taehyungie… I'll find her.  If she can do it… we will try everything we can to bring Jiminie back." 

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Helloooooo my loves! So THAT was a whirlwind and I do hope you forgive me for putting you through emotional torture…. but also… don't most of the best stories? I know the only time I really love a story is when my emotions are WRECKED.   I would love to hear your thoughts! 

Love, K 

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[liesmyth]

hey ya know how the zombie virus from tlou is based off a real life reaction that ants have to a certain kind of fungus (i.e not affecting the brain at all but instead releasing chemicals that make the muscles spasm in order to move)? spent the last few hours idly thinking about that in context with ianthe's bone arm. harrow specifically uses tendon in only a few places on ianthe's arm for mobility, but aside from those and the nerves, it's all bone and all ianthe's own as well. just wanted to posit the concept of either mid-ntn or post-ntn ianthe experiencing weird twitching/spasming sensations in her right arm/specifically the tendons and nerves in that arm, and not really connecting the dots, but it being actually a harrow-induced reaction (either voluntary or involuntary on harrow's part). idk i just keep thinking about harrow spending six months straight (?) in Hell, and coming back kinda fucked up about it. what i really mean to say is harrianthe violent semi-limb controlled sex when?

I KNEW where this was going from the first line and I love it. I think Harrow SHOULD be able to fuck with Ianthe's arm for sex purposes, like, maybe it starts as an involuntary reaction but once she figures out she can do it... Ianthe is the one who said choke me daddy

/I wrote a bit of that in a Ianthe/Augustine fic where he haunts her through the arm gilding from hell bc I'm very predictable like that. I just think necromantic powers should be misused for sex purposes <3

[thelewdpokemanik]

Miu is a very jealous person, and learning how she wasn’t top one in every Boy’s "want to fuck" list in the accademy ? She took it personally, so here she goes in a mad plan~..

Her first victim was going to be that nerd chiaki~.. she gave her a new video game that as the gamer girl will play it, she will get corrupt by it, changing her to the core, slowly turning the bubbly lazy girl into a toxic punk raging gamer, according her clothing style to her new persona, making her do super lewd lives on twitch, milking her comunity like simps~ and being overall a total bitch to handle~.. admittedly tho it did make her sexier for some, hajime ain’t really complaining considering how.. forward she tends to be as snatching what she wants.. and she wants him~

(The Hajime / chiaki can ne ignored but NO NTR)

Chiaki couldn't say she really understood Miu's reasoning. Trying to make sense of the Ultimate Inventor's motivations was already a mess and a half usually, but her gift and subsequent demand left Chiaki confused, though not overly suspicious.

Yes, Miu had almost outright told her that the game was basically an act of vengeance for some nebulous slight Chiaki hadn't understood. And yes, the inventor had practically admitted to hating the gamer.

But at the same time, Chiaki wasn't sure there was someone in this school Miu didn't talk to exactly like this.

And a game was a game, regardless of why Miu had given it to Chiaki.

And since the file didn't seem to have any kind of virus on it that her antivirus could find, she shrugged, and booted up her stream.

As soon as she did, viewers began flowing into her chat, but she didn't make much of an effort to acknowledge them. Chiaki knew some streamers grew tremendously popular by the sheer force of their personality, but the Ultimate Gamer didn't particularly care for popularity.

Not only that, but this wasn't that kind of stream.

This wasn't Chiaki Nanami's stream. It was the Ultimate Gamer's.

People came here to see her demolish games, learn tips and tricks, and sometimes try their own hand against her in online tournaments.

Chiaki played like a machine. She didn't give the chat much attention as she did, nor did she comment much. The only reason she even had a webcam was to prove she was the one playing, and sometimes explain precise button inputs that required an esoteric grip on a controller.

As the chat slowly filtered in, she opened up the game Miu had given her, and immediately, her gamer nerves warned her.

There was a shiver going down her spine, that warned her that this wasn't a fun game.

No, this was a game that followed a long legacy.

Cat Mario.

I Wanna Be The Guy.

And now, Chiaki's Ultimate Challenge.

A troll game, designed exclusively to make the player angry and ruin their day.

Chiaki could sense it in her bones, but she couldn't say she was opposed to such games.

She even had respect for those who made them. There was an art to them, a technique. You had to truly understand games and those who played them to systematically destroy them after all.

And Chiaki could appreciate the challenge. It was a battle of wits between her and the developer, both using their knowledge of the other to try and find and avoid their traps or lure her into one.

But did Miu have the know-how to make a satisfying one?

An hour later, Chiaki was, frustrated. It was a state of mind she wasn’t familiar with. Especially not while playing a game.

Only one way to find out.

- - -

Not even classic troll games could get her this riled up, nor could uber-difficult rage games. Because those games could be tamed.

Once she fell in a trap once, she wouldn’t fall in it the next go around, and inch by inch, step by step, she would conquer them.

But Chiaki’s Ultimate Challenge was a different beast. Miu was playing dirty, using every trick the Ultimate Inventor could come up with to ruin Chiaki’s night.

Frames dropped randomly, messing up her timing at the worst possible moment. Traps changed speed and position every time she died and reloaded the stage. The game was intentionally running poorly, making her monster of a pc run extremely hot, and making the gamer sweat enough that she had to ditch the jacket a quarter of an hour in.

Not to mention the way the screen obnoxiously flashed bright pink whenever the tiny pixelated Chiaki died, straining the real Chiaki's eyes something fierce, though she didn't dare look away from the screen for even a moment.

The music too was designed to annoy her she thought. The main track was high-pitched and annoying, but she was almost certain that there was a vocal track as well, but the mix was horrible. What she suspected to be a pitch-shifted synthesizer was drowning out the voice something fierce. Not enough to completely stomp it out, but Chiaki simply couldn't decipher a word it whispered in her headphones. 

It wasn’t a challenge of skill, but of will. And Chiaki wasn’t used to being tested like this. A furrow was dug into her brow as she tried to concentrate on the infuriating game. Her button presses came harder and harder, and her jaw was clenched tight.

But it was all for naught. Once more, the platform at the very beginning of the level became intangible without any sense or warning, sending Chiaki back to the title screen with a bright pink flash that made her blink rapidly.

“Dammit!” She said, only to blush at the curse word.

And in response to the first curse word her viewers had ever heard from her, her frustration, and her death, her chat devolved into an indecipherable torrent of comments.

She spotted more than one mocking comment, but she ignored them, only feeding her growing frustration with them into the fire of her determination.

She wasn’t ready to give up yet. Despite Miu’s best efforts, Chiaki was still carving herself a path forward, death by death.

It took many hours, but Chiaki finally managed to crawl her way out of the first level. There was a limit to what a machine could come up with, and Chiaki had come to learn some of the patterns it fell into, allowing her to at least begin to consistently advance.

The real question was whether or not she’d keep her cool long enough to beat the first level.

- - -

For example, that first platform wasn’t as random as Chiaki had thought. It was timed. But not with, like, an internal clock, or a cycle, no.

The platform wasn’t tangible whenever her computer’s clock ended in a pair number.

Chiaki was back in a comfortable rhythm, though not a fun one. Once she managed to find those kinds of esoteric patterns, she could clear some traps, but most of them still evaded her. It was only her Ultimate Gamer’s instincts that had allowed her to come this far.

But this was the first time she saw the second stage, and of course, that meant another game over.

She sighed, but there was also a glimmer of hope in her chest. Progress was possible, at least. And she would clear this game if it took her a year of gaming every night on it.

With a hint of a smile on her lips, she rebooted the game, which of course, sent her back to the first level with the usual pink flash. She’d expected it.

What she hadn’t expected was for the first platform to be intangible even though it was 2:45:11 AM.

Chiaki’s blood ran cold. Like a madwoman, she tried, again and again, to land on it, making sure she wasn’t messing up the timing. But she wasn’t missing her window. It simply no longer existed.

The platform no longer followed the rule she’d discovered. Nor did any of the other traps she’d deciphered.

The patterns had changed once she’d reached the second level.

“FUCKING SHIT!” Chiaki yelled, throwing her controller against the wall, where it exploded into a dozen pieces.

She froze as she did, the sound like a cold shower falling atop her head. She ignored the torrent of comments her actions earned herself.

"F-Fudge." Chiaki forced herself to say, panting. She had jumped out of her seat as she'd thrown the controller, and she took a moment to center herself, panting while resting her hands on her hips, arching her back ever so slightly.

She could feel her shirt sticking uncomfortably to her skin as she did, her room having become a veritable sauna because of Miu's game. Sweat was making her hair stick to her forehead as she closed her eyes to calm herself, only for them to blink back open when her computer began jingling away.

Her head turned towards the monitor, only to blush at the feedback she saw there. Her sweat had turned her white shirt transparent, leaving her pink bra visible through the fabric. Not to mention the way her chest was heaving as she panted, drawing the eye towards her boobs even further.

And the jingles she'd been hearing-

'Nice curves Chi-chan~'

'U go gurl'

'Love seeing those gamer tits <3'

Messages were flashing across her screen. Not in the chat box where the rest of the chat was.

No, those were donations. All of them prompted by her unplanned show.

Chiaki could feel her blush heating her face.

Well, she no longer had a controller anyway. "I'm going to bed. Good night everyone, and th-thank you for the donations." She stuttered, before ending the stream and closing the screen, only to blink once more.

She was leaning down to reach her mouse and as such-

She could see the reflection of her deep cleavage on the darkened screen.

Her blush exploded as she realized how she'd looked as she ended the stream, before shaking her head with a sigh.

This night was a wash as far as she was concerned. Her controller was destroyed, she'd made a fool of herself, and she hadn't made any progress on Miu's fucking game-

She shook her head. Whatever. Clearly, Miu's program could only be called a game in the loosest definition of the term, and she didn't feel bad about saying it was awful and not worth her time.

She crashed atop her bed soon enough, the fatigue brought upon by the heat and the frustration soon pulling her under.

But sleep didn't offer her the rest she'd hoped. That annoying music had followed her in her dreams, as had the whispers and the pink flashes.

Even in her dreams, the flashes disoriented her, and though the whispers were louder, they were just as unintelligible as they had been when she’d been awake.

But even if she couldn't understand them, they were still omnipresent and loud in a way whispers shouldn’t be, drowning out every other one of her thoughts. The pink wasn’t helping her concentrate either.

The flashes came and went without rhyme or reason, assaulting her like flashbangs, as Chiaki tried to escape both them and the whispers. But it was futile. They were hounding her in this nightmare, as she ran without hope of outrunning them.

And when she woke up the next morning, she definitely felt like she’d spent the night running.

She was sweating like a pig, almost heaving her breathes, and worst of all-

That fucking song was stuck in her head.

Thankfully, the donations she'd received the night before had helped finance her new controller. She'd even had some left over to preorder a game she'd been looking forward to.

Chiaki squashed her face into her pillow, and screamed.

- - -

All in all, she was glad she'd gotten them, even if the means had been, well…

She shook her head. Whatever. She booted up the stream once her controller was properly set-up, only to blink when she saw the number of viewers.

It was far more than it had been yesterday evening. And judging from the chat…

Word had spread about what she'd accidentally shown off last night. And people were appreciating her having already taken off her hoodie. They were hoping for another show, which made Chiaki blush.

That wasn't her intention at all! She just knew how hot her room would get while she played Miu's game.

Whatever. Maybe this would mean she'd get more donations. At least let her get something from this shitty game.

She booted up the game, and leaned back in her chair as it loaded, watching the chat chug along.

The viewers were, well, horny was probably the word for it. They were already clamoring for her to undo a button or many, show off more of the cleavage that was hidden behind her tight shirt.

She blushed as she read the mix of lewd compliments and requests. The chat was apparently solidly empowered by its anonimity, and didn't hesitate to speak its mind.

"This isn't that kind of stream, you p-perverts." She mumbled, only to prompt a ding from her computer.

"Thank you for the dona-" Chiaki cut herself off as she read the message attached to the donation.

"We may be perverts, but we are perverts with money."

What an awful line. But a truthful one, it seemed. Chiaki blinked when she saw the amount that had just been sent.

100$. Just like that. Chiaki had made a hundred dollars for doing basically nothing. She blinked again, her mouth opening again to say, what? She didn't know. 

Thankfully, her game finished loading at that moment, beginning to play the music she'd so grown to hate.

She felt herself frowning immediately, before settling in her seat, her brand-new controller in hand.

People who'd liked Chiaki swearing yesterday found themselves eating good tonight.

Playing this game wasn't fun. But she wanted to win. Badly.

- - -

"Goddamnit." The gamer girl bit out as her avatar fell through another platform. She ignored the jeers from her chat once again as she restarted all the way back to level one.

She'd reached a point where she could semi-consistently make her way to level 2, but progress was slow. But slow progress was still progress as Chiaki somehow managed to claw her way to the end of level 2.

Her computer was still chugging, prompting Chiaki to undo a couple of buttons from her shirt to try and survive the heat.

The couple of donations it earned her didn't hurt either.

A chat grabbed her attention amongst the deluge somehow.

'Maybe you should stick to showing off your tits instead of playing games lmao' someone said, making Chiaki's eyes do a double take.

Just in time for her character to run into an invisible enemy.

Died. Again. Because of that asshole.

And the screen flashed again, and that stupid fucking music somehow got even louder, grating against Chiaki’s ears, against her fucking thoughts-

Chiaki grit her teeth, clenched her fists tightly enough that the plastic of the controller creaked under her fingers, though she could barely hear it over the music, the flashes, and the avalanche of chatters-

She breathed in, trying to calm back down, but all it did was send a shot of oxygen into the fire of her anger, immediately burning away the familiar voice in her heart trying to convince her to be the bigger person.

"FUCKING GODDAMNIT! YOU MISOGYNISTIC PIECE OF SHIT!" Chiaki screamed, throwing her controller atop her bed, where it landed with a wholly unsatisfying poomf. She stood up, making her chair roll away behind her as she dove onto her keyboard.

It was a matter of seconds to find the chat again, not hesitating a moment to pull up his profile.

Th3oK1ll3r.

This dumb motherfucker.

"I should just stick to showing off my tits, Theo? Why, so you can jack off your needle dick? How about you stick to being a useless little CUCK! Think about that the next time you look up my stream before touching your microdick!" Chiaki yelled, before banning the chatter, to the jeers and applause of her audience.

She panted once she'd done so, her chest heaving with exertion, sweat running down her forehead and back.

She- had never gotten this angry. Ever.

And she felt great.

There was a gigantic weight that had suddenly lifted itself from her chest, and she fell back in her chair with a smile on her face.

No, not a smile- There was a satisfaction, a slight edge of sadism that pierced through, making it appear as a wholly uncharacteristic smirk.

She blinked when her computer dinged again, announcing a new donation.

5,00$

‘Im sorry please unban me’

By Th3oK1ll3r.

Chiaki giggled slightly, which quickly turned into a chuckle, and then full-bellied laughter.

She could just imagine Theo’s fucking face as he sent her his hard-earned cash, dick forgotten in hand as he begged pathetically for some of her attention.

A small nugget of pity welled up inside of her momentarily, but she crushed it mercilessly, aided by the music and the lights that were still flashing for some reason, despite Chiaki no longer playing.

She sat up in her chair.

“You think your pocket change is gonna make me unban you? That might be enough to pay your mom for a night, but I’m not a whore like her. How about you either put your money where your mouth is or get the fuck off my stream, Baby Dick?” Chiaki declared mockingly, leaning to the side to pick up her controller once more.

She took a moment to breathe as she did. Her heart was pounding like crazy, and she couldn’t get her smile off her face. Again, that annoying, nagging voice came around to try and make her apologize for lambasting the anonymous viewer, but the catchy tune quickly drowned it out once more.

The shitty loop was at least good for something, Chiaki had to admit. She might have to put it on her phone or something.

She rose back up, controller in hand when she heard another ding. 

Th3oK1ll3r, with another 5,00$.

She made sure not to even acknowledge it, much to the derision of her chat.

Instead, she began playing once more, a smirk still pulling at her lips as she did.

The weight her angry release had freed her from hadn’t yet returned and didn’t seem eager to do so either.

Chiaki’s Ultimate Challenge had never tasted so sweet than with Theo’s desperate donations ringing every so often in her ears, and by the time she left the stream, she told Theo she’d think about unbanning him.

Over the next several streams, Chiaki’s viewers were greeted with the fruit of Theo’s money, not to mention all the other desperate donors that had grown to follow the Ultimate Gamer.

Maybe after a few more hundred dollars.

- - -

Chiaki had been so happy with herself, so light after that fateful stream, she’d been eager to embrace this newfound mentality of hers.

Gone were the pastel sweaters and oversized clothes. Instead, tight black clothes that made her pale skin pop and her curves all the more pronounced were practically painted on, not to mention the actual paint on her face. Her top revealed an ocean of cleavage deep enough to drown in.

“More than enough to completely swallow the cocklet of any of my viewers…” Chiaki mumbled to herself, pulling at the rim of her tank top and revealing even more skin.

She was still gaming, but she was only paying half attention to the game, instead focusing much more closely on the chat, scanning the influx of new messages with the eyes of a hawk, waiting for her prey to present itself.

And soon enough, a baby-dicked virgin appeared, eager to try and act confident online where no one knew just how much of a cuck they were in real life.

‘How about you stop pretending and actually take off your top?’

Like a lioness pouncing on a gazelle, Chiaki pivoted towards her second monitor, pulling up the user who’d dared speak up.

“Oh, I should stop pretending, AnimeLov3r? Maybe you should stop pretending this isn’t the first time you’ve spoken to a girl in months, and shut the fuck up! Here, I’ll help you out. You’re banned for a week! Take that time to get out of your coomer cave and go talk to a girl other than your mom! Though if that’s too hard for you, just stay here, jacking off your needledick to a girl who’ll never give you the time of day!”

Immediately, Chiaki felt the music’s pounding grow even heavier in her ears, and the pink flashes made her eyes flutter in pleasure. Her thighs squeezed tightly together, rubbing against her core as she rode the high of newfound sadism.

She found that the annoying voice from before was now almost completely gone. Or rather, it had changed its tune somewhat.

‘Who gives a shit what I say to stupid fucking simps? All they’re good for is sending me their check every month. Perverts probably get off to the insults too, like the masochistic betas they are.’

Chiaki found this new train of thought much more agreeable. It fit in quite well with the flashy pink decor and the background music that never quite seemed to go away…

Chiaki blinked rapidly as she heard the doorbell ring.

She felt her heart pick up the pace, her cheeks heating up slightly, a genuine smile stretching her lips.

She’d invited Hakime to come visit her today. After multiple months of procrastinating and hesitating, the two teenagers constantly rocking on the edge of actually becoming a couple, it seemed the Regular Course Student had taken Chiaki’s new wardrobe and attitude as the invitation it was when it came to real men, unlike her army of simps.

And now, he was going to help her branch out in her career.

“Okay losers, my boyfriend just got here. He’s actually got a dick worth something unlike the rest of you, and he’ll be using it to fuck me all night long, so stream’s over.”

That said, Chiaki ‘forgot’ to turn the stream off, and left the room, making sure the webcam got a great view of her ass swaying under her tight skirt as she did.

No doubt the way Hajime would make her scream would make for a great publicity stunt for her burgeoning OnlyFans to all of her cuck viewers who would stick around and masturbate to what a real man was capable of.

[hypotheticalhyacinths]

Trapped Chapter 3

DBD Albert Wesker/ AFAB Reader

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Blood Play, Knife Play, Extremely Dubious Consent, Rape/Non-con Elements, Tentacles, Praise Kink, Blood Kink, Biting, Creampie, Character Death, Non-Consensual Oral Sex, Hair-pulling, Broken Bones Needles, Manipulation, Virus, Torture

When you materialized back at the bonfire, you were met with concerned looks from your fellow survivors.

Chris was the first to speak, walking up to you with his brows furrowed, worry burdening his expression. "What happened?" He demanded, his tone just as serious as ever.

"I-"

You stopped. What the hell were you going to tell everyone? "I think I need a minute." You choked out, everything flooding back to you suddenly, making you feel claustrophobic, your throat tight.

You stood up shakily, the dirt uneven below your feet, and ran off to one of the cabins, leaving everyone else more confused than before.

You slammed the old wooden door behind you with a loud thud and slid down it's surface, trying to calm your breathing.

What the fuck?

You ran your hand through your hair to pull it out of your eyes, a deep, shaking exhale leaving your lips. "Okay... I'm okay..." You convinced yourself, speaking out loud to the otherwise empty room. You voice sounding like you were on the brink of tears.

What were you going to tell the others? The truth certainly wasn't an option.

'Hey guys sorry about that I was busy getting absolutely railed by the killer after you all died.'

Yeah that would go over great.

You got up unsteadily, stomach churning with anxiety as you went to check your reflection in the dusty mirror across the room. Nothing. No evidence of the trial. That would make your lie a lot easier. You took another deep breath and sighed. You would just tell them that Wesker chased you around until you found the hatch.You would have to tell them he gave you the head start, knowing Dwight would have told them Wesker was holding on to you when Dwight was taken from the trial. It's not like you would have overpowered the killer after all. Not an outright lie, but you left the important details out.

You took another deep breath. What was going to happen the next time you were in a match with Wesker?

A shiver overtook your entire body and you felt unease pull at your stomach, nausea bubbling in your abdomen.You needed to just get this over with and everything would be okay. As you started to turn around to leave the cabin door opened, nearly hitting you square in the face.

"Sorry! Didn't mean to barge in. Everyone is worried about you." Jill apologized, reaching out to put a gentle hand on your shoulder. It was warm in comparison to the freezing cold you felt creeping over your flesh. Her face fell when she saw you, concern lacing her words. "Woah, are you okay?"

"I'm alright, I was on my way out to explain. Was just an intense trial is all." You attempted to compose yourself and give her a small, albeit unconvincing attempt at a reassuring smile.

Afterwards, you had arrived back at the fire with Jill and sat down on one of the hard logs of wood, your folded hands fidgeting in your lap. You just had to breathe. "I'm sorry to leave everyone worried. The last trial was a little overwhelming." You began, your voice weak and hesitant.

"After Wesker made me watch Dwight die, he gave me a head start and told me to try and find the hatch." You explained, not daring to meet anyone's eyes.

"It was some kind of sick cat and mouse game I guess. Was just extra nerve wracking to be alone and I was scared what would happen if he caught me, given the first match I had with him is all. It was sheer luck that I found it before him." You shrugged, a dry laugh punctuating your confession.

You hoped that would be enough to abate the interrogation by the other survivors, risking a glance up to meet their gaze.

Most of them nodded, mumbling words of comfort or acknowledgement and you sighed, your hand coming up to hold your forehead as you felt the beginnings of a headache form on your skull.

"I know everyone has rough trials, I just need to toughen up is all." You followed your words with a small laugh, a feeble attempt to ease the tension.

Most of the survivors left it at that, sensing your unease, the rest of the night easing into the more casual conversations amongst some. As casual as things could get, given your circumstances you supposed.

However, you would occasionally glance over to Chris, who's eyes didn't seem to leave you for most of the night. Did he know something?

You felt your heart rate pick up a bit at the thought, anxiety pooling in your stomach. You couldn't even begin to think to handle the situation if he confronted you for more information.

Unfortunately for you, just like the Entity, the universe had a sick sense of humor.

Later that night when most survivors had retreated to the comfort of their cabins, you found yourself alone next to the fire, lost in thought.

Your back was leaning against the hard bark of one of the large, towering trees, light from the flames in front of you dancing across the ground.

No matter what you did you couldn't get the previous match's events out of your head. Firey irises pinning you under an intense gaze, gloved hands and inky black tendrils snaking their way across your form. The heat coming from the fire wasn't helping the irritating warmth creeping over your body at the though of Wesker's mouth on your skin, his body pressed against yours as he tore apart your psyche, one methodical touch after another.

Your solitude didn't last long when you were startled out of your daze by none other than Chris.

"It's a little late to be out here don't you think?" He questioned, walking up a little too close for comfort given your thoughts just seconds ago.

He was in his usual uniform, stubble just barley noticeable on his hard jawline, short dark hair falling messily over his head. He was intimidating to say the least, but in the dim firelight you felt fear begin to stir in your gut.

"I didn't think I could sleep. I just wanted some fresh air." You responded, doing your best to keep your voice even.

"Let's cut to the chase. I know something is up." He took another step towards you. His large form now easily at arms length.

"You do realize how hard it is to believe you escaped, right?" Chris's voice dropped an octave, suspicion evident on his features.

"Believe what you want Chris, I know Wesker was your captain but people become unpredictable in the fog. Maybe he had some ulterior motive. I don't know." You avoided his eyes, finding a pinecone on the ground to be particularly interesting at that moment.

Chis took another long step forward, now directly in front of you as he slammed a large hand onto the tree next to you. "Don't even begin to think that he wouldn't kill every single one of us in a heartbeat. You're still new here, but you should know the Entity's realm can't and won't change someone like him. I know that too well, which is why your little excuse isn't adding up. Wesker knows that map better than any of us and you think he wouldn't have found the hatch before you?"

You flinched when his hand had hit the tree behind you, pine needles falling down with the impact. What the fuck were you supposed to say to that? You felt cornered, wanting to shrink into the wood and disappear.

"I already told you what happened, and from what I can tell the Entity does change people. It changes them into assholes that would rather turn on the people around them, then stop to believe anything outside of what they believe to be true." You hissed, your nerves causing you to give a much harsher response than you intended.

You still weren't looking at him, which is why when you felt a firm hand on your chin, forcing you to look Chis in the eyes, your skin crawling when you saw his face.

"If you can look me in the eyes and tell me that a murderer willingly let you go, then fine. But just know that the next match we have together with /him/, I'm not letting you out of my sight." Chris's brows were furrowed, lips parted and breathing out angrily.

"You mean like last time?" You spat, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

Chris's irritation faltered, his mouth opening only for him to sigh, his tense shoulders visibly slumping, hand falling from your chin.

"Look, Wesker is a menace. He wouldn't have let you go without something in return. I refuse to believe he can feel any sort of mercy, which means you he wants something from you."

Your words caught in your throat and you found it hard to breathe. You were about to retort when you saw someone place their hand on Chris's shoulder, his head snapping to see who the hand belonged to.

Jill once again had come to the rescue.

"Chris, let it go. She's had a rough enough time. She knows what kind of man we are dealing with."

Chris moved from his position in front of you, finally giving you the space to breathe.

Jill looked at you briefly before turning back to Chris "Regardless of whether or not his intention is manipulating her, it's not like any of us have much of a choice to fight it. We're trapped here. We do what we can to survive."

That's when you felt your stomach drop. She was right. You were just playthings for bloodthirsty killers, and an even hungrier Entity that fed on your suffering.

There would be no way out of this.

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony's Stupid Daily Blog (882): Sat 17th Aug 2024

Uh oh Monkeypox has been declared a global health emergency! All those fucking idiots who complained about the covid restrictions ain’t seen nothing yet. If having to stay two metres away from someone pissed you off imagine having to stay two branches away! Today I was using my sunglasses to keep my hair out of my eyes because it's starting to get on my nerves having to flick it away all the time (when I say "it" I mean all my collective hair I don't mean that I just have the one hair that's somehow still managing to obstruct my vision). I thought about shaving my head but it’s taken over two years to get to the length it is now and I'm almost forty so I want to enjoy having as much of my hair for as long as I can unless of course a wrestler challenges me to a hair vs hair match in which case i'll have no choice but to get rid. A lass at work today was limping pretty bad and when I asked how it had happened she said she was cleaning her house and noticed a spider in the corner of her ceiling. She said she stood on a small table to try and get the spider but lost her footing, the table slid out underneath her and she crashed down onto a cabinet which ended up on top of her. I told her that after it happened the spider must have been laughing its arse off which made her laugh. There are a handful of people in the factory that I'm comfortable having a bit of banter with every now and again but I still like the fact that this job enables me to work on my own for most of the day. However this girl seems okay and if I do end up contracting the monkeypox virus she'll be one that I try to avoid when I'm slinging my feces all over the warehouse, or at the very least she'll be one of few that I'll apologise to after it happens. Tuned into last night's Hollyoaks in which Frankie finally confessed to Darren that JJ has been sexually abusing her for all these months. I was so fucking grossed out when I found out this is where they were taking this storyline but the actress who plays Frankie is phenomenal and her Shakespearian tragedy level performance of a child's life slowly being wrecked by her own sibling has been an absolute powerhouse and she's now one of my favourite characters in the show. It's not often you want to reach into the TV and try to help one of the characters. The episode started with JJ signing his football contract and then when he and Frankie were alone in the changing rooms he attempted to assault her again but she hid in the toilet. I hope to God that if JJ becomes a famous footballer that another player takes his kneecap off with a tackle like Gazza did to that German player in the 1990 semi final. In the episode's harrowing conclusion Frankie broke down and confessed with tears in her eyes the torment she has been suffering through for all these months (possibly years). It's finally out in the open! I really hope this is the start of the downfall of JJ. Go Frankie! I also think the show made the right decision not having a post credit scene. You couldn't exactly go from that to Theresa getting her fucking Spanish wrong again

[skiplo-wave]

bestie i’ve done the unthinkable…

i tasted the pink sauce.

backstory, my ole lady brought the shit because she was curious as hell. even though she literally knows about all the bs because she follows the story closer than we do. idk what possess her to buy it from $1.25 tree or moreso what possess me to taste it, but here we are.

now idk if it was a bad batch or what, but that shit tasted fucking disgusting. idk if that dragonfruit is old, or if the ranch ain’t ranching, but that shit made me want to throw up. like the moment my taste buds even touched the liquid, all the cells died immediately. i’m literally washing out the aftertaste with liquor rn.

DW literally just said “no we can’t do that” and just threw the bottle outside, and i think it bust on the curb next to our garbage can.

so i officially have an axe to grind with chef pii, i honestly want to sue dave’s gourmet & her because that was foul.

Truly said

Honesty to god I think pink sauce just fucking toxic sauce.

Even a legit sauce company could'nt fix that bitch. Went from 15 sauce in walmart to 1.25 at dollar tree, DOLLAR TREE. Even gas station shouldn't offer sell that walking stomach virus.

And " chef" P got nerve make these crimes against humanity

AND SHE'S CHARGING FOR RECIPES!?

WHO IS GIVING HER MONEY!?