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maniculum · 20 days ago

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Bestiaryposting Results: Miscellaneous Mammals

I apologize for the lateness -- I was about halfway through the Aberdeen Bestiary section at the end, then I caught a glimpse of the clock and realized that if I didn't get some sleep immediately I was going to be dead on my feet at work the next morning. So I had to postpone the rest until the next evening.

Very much in the home stretch now, only two left after this if I remember correctly. These are all the mammals that didn't make it into the main event (mane event... wait I'm just stealing jokes from Lion King now). Anyway.

If you don't know what I'm talking about, you might be slightly less confused after visiting https://maniculum.tumblr.com/bestiaryposting.

All of these delightful critters are described in this post:

And next week's delightful critters for all comers to draw are in this post:

Now. Art below the cut.

@silverhart-makes-art (link to post here) has once again done the entire roster. A lot of these are pretty great, and I particularly like the ones with a kind of paleo-art prehistoric vibe. I also just think the Klosweisht, Revklogwat, and Gershatrea have a charm to them. See the linked post for a little detail on each.

@pomrania (link to post here) decided to work a couple of this week's creatures into their Drawtober prompt -- they also posted them separately at this link here, if you want to know which is which, but the complete scene is just too good to pass up. I have no idea what the backstory for this scene might be, but I bet it's interesting.

@cheapsweets (link to post here) has also done the whole roster here. I'm enjoying the dedication here to showing the beasts doing whatever characteristic behaviors the entry ascribes to them; it gives this whole thing a certain dynamism. Particular shout-out to the dichotomy shown by the depiction of the Raenwegguk's wild thoughts and that of the Ngibealgul forgetting its wild nature. (Also thank you for the alt text.)

@wendievergreen decided to do all the ones with horns, so here you go. I think there's a striking variety here; each looks very different from each other one. I think the Shrobshong looks particularly interesting, but it appears to be having some difficulty.

@coolest-capybara picked two to really focus on -- the Thokragosk and the Kamyaweneg. (I believe the former is on the left and the latter on the right.) They're both based on moles, naturally: we can see the star-nosed Thokragosk being produced from the earth and the golden Kamyaweneg digging in darkness. I really like it; I didn't see these as a dichotomy of this sort, but maybe I should have.

They also did a second drawing with smaller illustrations of some of the others:

Honestly I think these are all great entirely because of their slightly unhinged nature. By which I mean, in all of these it looks like the artist decided to just Go Weird With It and it works. I think my favorite is the Klosweisht because, well, I just don't even know what to do with it but I love its impish charm.

All right, the Aberdeen Bestiary:

Shmeashagg

So I'm not actually sure whether this illustration is supposed to be this thing or the leopard itself, but... check that out, huh?

Anyway, this is the pard. If it mates with a lion, the result is a leo-pard. Why, where did you think leopards came from?

Also does it have a tattoo on its shoulder there? What is that?

Goggaerker

This is on one of the missing pages from the Aberdeen Bestiary, so I had to get the image from the Ashmole Bestiary instead.

Now, I'm not an artist, so I have no room to criticize, but what is this bush that appears to be just a rectangle of thick grass? And is that spear-wielder mid-dance, or did the artist not realize the second foot doesn't reach the ground until it was too late? Nice Stylized Trees though.

Also, this is the antelope.

Brotkarske

This one is on the other side of the same page as the antelope, so we're still in the Ashmole Bestiary.

A lot of things not to like about this scene; I can't help but notice that this unicorn (I assume everyone clocked this one immediately) looks more like a dog than a horse from the neck down. I'd also like to make note of the spear-wielder's goofy fin-hat.

Blue people like the axe-wielder are not hugely uncommon in medieval illustrations -- it's often kind of a weird stylized way of depicting people of color. Probably something to do with how in some European languages there's semantic overlap between "black" and "blue".

Revklogwat

Still in the Ashmole Bestiary -- there are a few pages of the "Beasts" section missing from the Aberdeen Bestiary all in a cluster, and we're moving through them here.

So yeah, I'm sure we all recognized the griffin as well. (Griffon? Gryphon? I can never settle on which variant I should be using.) The question here is what's going on with the pig? They look like they're embracing.

Honestly I'm not sure if the (brief) entry explains it or not. The Ashmole Bestiary doesn't have a translation, so I pulled the text for missing entries from the similar-but-not-identical Bodley MS 764, which does not appear to mention any pigs. Anyone comfortable with Latin paleography can check out the digitized Ashmole Bestiary and let me know.

...wait, hang on, I just double-checked Bodley MS 764, and in that one the griffin is holding a horse, which is mentioned in the entry. It's still an awkward pose, but in that one the horse is biting the griffin, so it's obvious it's supposed to be a fight. "Griffins eat horses" is not an uncommon thing, I think, so that's all fine...

Why is this one a pig?

Shrobshong

So I assume the idea was to show this thing falling off a hill, but they decided to draw a small symbolic hill next to it to give the general impression of what they meant? It looks like it's about to do a headstand. And I'm not sure why it has paws on its front legs but hooves on the back.

Oh, and it's the ibex.

This one also appears to be tattooed.

Biklanokyo

There's a bit of confusion in the bestiary tradition on whether the unicorn is separate from the monoceros. The Aberdeen Bestiary treats them separately. Behold its mighty mono-horn.

Nutogsheag

Some of you may have correctly recognized that this one shares some notable attributes with our very first entry, the Wutugald. And indeed, the leocrota (nobody ever agreed on how to spell the damn thing) is another telephoned hyena.

Raenwegguk

To fill in the redactions:

The boar gets its name, aper, from its wildness, a feritate, the letter f being replaced by a p; for the same reason, it is called by the Greeks suagros, meaning wild. For everything which is untamed and savage we call, loosely, agreste, wild.

Redacted them just in case anyone's Latin was good enough to recognize aper at a glance. I don't know how accurate the rest is.

It kind of fits that the medieval Europeans thought of the boar as almost archetypically "wild", "untamed", and "savage".

I cheated a bit on this one -- the second half of the entry is from Bodley MS 764 because I liked the unruly thoughts.

Klosweisht

Back in the Ashmole Bestiary because some vandal cut the illustration from the page in the Aberdeen Bestiary.

Okay, the entry says "bullock", but I'm really hoping the one in this illustration is a cow. Or, well, a bullock is a young bull, so maybe we're supposed to be looking at the calf.

This one's kind of misleading because it's specifically describing the version of this animal supposedly found in India, which is of course much different from the type of bull that the European author is familiar with.

The redacted etymology is as follows:

The bullock is called iuvencus because it undertakes to help man in his work of tilling the ground, or because among pagans it was always a bullock which was sacrificed to Jove - never a bull. For in selecting sacrificial victims, age also was a consideration. The word for bull, taurus, is Greek, as the word for ox, bos.

Kregichmon

I... don't have an illustration for this one. It turns out it doesn't occur in the Aberdeen Bestiary, but I pulled it from Bodley MS 764 along with the ones that were genuinely missing. It's the buffalo, though.

Thokragosk

I call this one, "Forsooth My Cat Hath Stolen All My Orbs So That I May Ponder Them No Longer". However, according to the transcription, this is a mouse gathering grain. I think it's interesting that the illustrator has never gotten a good look at a mouse.

I like that the bestiary entry for mice includes spontaneous generation, because that is one of the silly bits of early quasi-science that I find very charming. Not sure what that business about their livers is though.

Kamyaweneg

I think everyone probably recognized this one as the mole. Honestly I think the picture for it is cute.

Apes

Most of these have no pictures. There is one illustration for the Generic Ape, and we already did that one. All the different types of apes are denied imagery, except one that we'll get to.

Ghrastasag

This is the circopeticus. Which... I guess is a fictional tailed ape? Literally the only thing that comes up on Google for circopeticus or circopetici is bestiary scraps that just say "ape with tail".

bestiary.ca lists the spelling cericopithicus in its Ape entry, which does come up on Google but only as a name for the Generic Bestiary Ape (i.e. it's described as a fictional type of ape that [insert details from bestiary Ape entry here].)

Rigfengtog

This is the cynocephalus. The Aberdeen Bestiary calls them cenophali, but I'm pretty sure they mean cynocephali and bestiary.ca agrees with me. Which is... interesting. Because in other texts, cynocephali aren't apes, they're people with dog heads. Someone decided to kick them out of the Human Club. Does this mean we have to de-canonize St. Christopher? I'm pretty sure the church has made their opinion on non-human saints clear... I mean, I don't agree with it, but I'm not Catholic, so my opinion is probably irrelevant.

Ngibealgul

This is the... sphynx.

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^ I don't know how to type emoji on my laptop, so I had to go find that one and copy-paste it because I felt so strongly that it's needed here.

Are we just simianizing any mythical beast that can talk?

Gerskatrea

This one gets its own image.

This one is the satyr. Which kind of falls into the same category as the last two, but at least it makes more sense as a critter to be pongified than the sphynx.

I guess whatever it's doing there is what the entry meant by pantomime.

Maerdradli

Fizzling out on another one that's kind of a shrug, this is the callitrix. More or less the same sitation as the above cericopithicus -- you now know more or less everything there is to know about it.

I will say that, while I don't speak either language, I recognize enough Greek & Latin roots that this name has me considering going back for another raised-eyebrow emoji. Why'd you name it that, mr. naturalist? explain yourself.

i don’t think that smushing those roots together is grammatically sound but still. gives me pause.

#maniculum bestiaryposting #maniculum miscellaneousmammals #Shmeashagg #Goggaerker #Brotkarske #Revklogwat #Biklanokyo #Shrobshong #Nutogsheag #Raenwegguk #Klosweisht #Kregichmon #Thokragosk #Kamyaweneg #Ghrastasag #Ngibealgul #Maerdradli #Gerskatrea

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brightdarkness-2013 · 12 days ago

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Chapter 28: And Here It Comes!

Summary: The day of the attempted merge is drawing in.

Several days of what felt like wasted time. Several more days with Prowl making me learn his language rather than the other way around. Several days of Blaster laughing his ass off at me. I was about ready to throw in the towel. Sure I knew that I wouldn’t be gone for long if I did get frustrated enough to walk out, but it would be a great couple of days. I already knew how they would go. I would spend those days ignoring calls, listening to music, playing video games, and eating to my heart's content. Then I would come back and be back to this. But I wasn’t at that point yet. So here I was. Writing and rewriting symbol after symbol. Percy and Jack were having a field day with our notes on what these symbols translated to. I didn’t know exactly what they were doing with them, but I assumed they were trying to find a pattern or compare them to already know symbols and mer mythology or something. Whatever it was they were doing was going to be brought up to some serious big wig scientists and theorists at some point I was sure. Hopefully by then Prowl would be out of here and making a new home out in the ocean somewhere. I would miss him there was no doubt about that, but when it came around I didn’t want him being taken off somewhere and studied. He had already been through enough and he didn’t need anyone else poking and prodding at him.

“Ok. Done. How about we have some fun now, huh? Puzzles are great. Lets put together some puzzles. Or we can eat some candy. I’ll go get one of those mixed packs with kitkats, m&ms, and snickers.”

“Yeah he’s not going for it.” Blaster responded as he just shoved another carved coral piece at me before pointing to the seashell.

“Come on, Prowls. Doesn’t it at least Sound fun?”

“Jazz, your education is far more important than some candy and puzzles.” Blaster scolded mockingly. “You know if you learn enough words or at least get enough of them written down then we could write him a message to get him to understand that we’re trying to teach him Our language. And the more you get down the quicker that’ll happen. So get writing.”

“How about You waste all day writing nonsense and then ya can try and say that again.”

“It’s not nonsense. This is a real language of the sea here. And you’re the first to learn it so you should feel privileged.”

“Oh whatever. Besides as excited as I am that we could eventually speak to Prowl I really don’t want him stuck being interrogated and gawked at by people. I know the media would eat this up as much as some serious people in the scientific and marine fields, but in turn so would the public and… Prowl doesn’t deserve that. He’s been through enough.”

“I wouldn’t worry. Ratchet will keep people away if we can’t.”

“Yeah I suppose you’re right on that.” I laughed softly.

“After all this is a sanctuary for injured and ill mers. This isn’t a zoo you know!” Blaster did his best impression of Ratchet and I had to admit that lifted my spirits quite a bit along with pushing away my worry.

The people here were good. They cared for the mers. No matter how they acted they were worth protecting. No matter how damaged they were worth saving. Even if they seemed like they wouldn’t make it no matter what they did they would at least try. They wouldn’t let anything happen to Prowl. They’d fight it if they pestered him or tried to take Prowl away. I suppose this was why I liked the people here so much. The people here put some of my faith back in humanity. The faith I had lost through the years. What was eighteen years with neglectful and controlling parents compared to what I could do with the rest of my life? Sure most of the friends I would make here would be fish- mammals, but what did that matter in the long run? Maybe one day I could be fluent in Prowls language. At least writing anyway. Being able to talk to mers whenever would be pretty neat.

“So the big days tomorrow.”

“Huh? Oh. Right. I hope Prowl doesn’t rip their heads off or something. He really doesn’t seem to like them from long distance. I can’t imagine how he’s going to like them close up.”

“Eh. Prowl’s pretty level headed. He won’t go and attack them. I really don’t think it will end in violence this time around. I think the odds are good.”

“With how things are going I don’t think they’d hurt him either, but that leaves things up to Prowl and ya know how stubborn Prowl can be. If he says no he Never changes his mind.”

“Bribe him with a few m&ms every once in awhile to be nice and see where it goes.”

“I don’t think that will work out. If anything he’d take them anyway and still say no. He’d think I owe him for putting him in that situation.”

“Oh yeah. Well prepare for the worst and hope for the best then. The sooner he makes nice with one of the other pods here the sooner he gets out. Well after he teaches you how to write.”

“I know how to write.”

“Well he doesn’t think so. And what I mean is if things go well then we might have some more time with him to teach you his language. He’s the only one that’s actually tried or at least been willing to try and teach the language. At least to our knowledge. Maybe there is someone out there speaking and living with the mers or whatever, but this will be the only time it’s documented.”

“Who would have thought my seeing Prowl on a rock back in highschool would lead to this?”

“I know. Life really is something else.”

“The funny thing is I really thought that Prowl was an annoyance back then. I was walking home and then I ended up feeding him because he was too injured to hunt. Now I can’t picture my life without him there.”

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#brightdarkness #fanfic #merformers #mer!prowl!#prowl #transformers #jazz #merprowl #transformers jazz #transformers prowl #blaster #transformers blaster

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howlingday · 11 months ago

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Lancaster Labors IV

Part I Part II Part III

Ruby: I can't believe it... I finally have a baby in my belly~! All those weird procedures were finally worth it! But that doesn't help how I acted in my first trimester. All those weird panic attacks I had about maybe not having a baby or maybe I did, or how I spent almost two hundred lien on fancy underwear that I never wore because Jaune let me take his underwear and destroy them to fit me.

Ruby: But whatever happens now is going to be different! It's time for me to take charge now that I'm this far into my pregnancy! But first, there was one more thing left for me to do...

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Ruby: (Thinking) WHAT DO I DO NOW?!. I went out of my way to not plan for anything in case I wasn't pregnant, but now that I'm actually in this far, I don't know what to do!

Ruby: I DON'T KNOW HOW TO GIVE BIRTH!

Ruby: ...

Ruby: Maybe there's some answers online... (Opens her scroll, Taps around) Oh, I have to come up with a delivery plan? I guess that makes sense; the doctors should know what I want. There's a lot in here, too. Music, alone time with the baby, do I want painkillers- Oh! Should Jaune be in the room?

Ruby: Hey, Jaune?

Jaune: Hm?

Ruby: Do you want to be with me in the delivery room?

Jaune: Well, I think that's up to you to decide. I mean, you are the one giving birth, right?

Ruby: In that case, I want Jaune to be there. He can comfort me and share the experience, and then he'll hold his baby and he feel like a daddy~! Mm... But I should still look at arguments against it, just to be sure. (Walks away, Taps scroll)

Mom: The smell of blood and amniotic fluid made my boyfriend, now my husband, feel so sick to his stomach, he had to leave the room. Made things really awkward for us for a while. Mom: My husband is too much a sweetheart. He was so traumatized after seeing me in so much pain, we decided to not have a second child. Mom: When I went into labor, I pushed too hard and actually crapped myself in front of my boyfriend. I felt so embarrassed. Mom: After the birth of our child, my husband stopped seeing me as his wife and more as a mom. He couldn't have sex with me, so he went out and cheated on me with another woman. He's now my ex-husband.

Ruby: YOU MEAN I COULD CRAP MYSELF IN FRONT OF JAUNE?!. AND THIS COUPLE STOPPED HAVING SEX AND GOT DIVORCED!.

Ruby: I... I'll think about this another day. This is giving me too much stress. Still, I might be getting upset over nothing. Will I be a good mom? I've heard kids can be a handful, so can I really be motherly? Yang makes it look so easy...

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Ruby: (Getting out of the shower) Ooh... My belly is getting so much bigger.... Ack! Is that hair on my belly?! And it's on my chest, too! Actually, am I smelling more rank now?

Ruby: Am I... becoming a wild animal~? That's right! I'm a mammal! And not all mammals are lovey-dovey and doting on their kids. They raise their babies on instinct! Who cares if I'm not motherly? My job as the mama animal is to make sure my baby grows up healthy and strong! And in that case...

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Ruby: Jaune, I've made my decision.

Jaune: Oh?

Ruby: I want you there in the delivery room.

Jaune: Are you sure? You were pretty worried a while ago.

Ruby: Yeah. I'm sure. Because... I want you to be there so you can see my inner animal unleashed!

Jaune: O... kay?

Ruby: I realized something. Giving birth is our chance as humans to reconnect with our primal instincts. I want to know what animal I become when our baby is born, and I want you there to let me know what I'm like, even if it's terrifying! I might become so overwhelmed when I turn that I don't remember what happens, so I need you there to remember for me!

Jaune: Uh... huh... I have no idea what you're going on about, but I'll be there for you.

Ruby: I'll give birth to my baby and let my inner animal instincts take over. That's what my birth plan will be!.

#rwby #lancaster #jaune arc #ruby rose #i don't know how to give birth #I don't know how to give birth!

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gremlinwithapen · 3 months ago

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Augusnippets Day #23: Wiping Away Tears

tw: vague mentions of body horror

"It's okay, kiddo. You're okay. I got you."

Nobody whined desperately as xhey grasped at the arms holding xhem, afraid that they might disappear. Xheir form fluctuated wildly as xhey choked and sobbed, too distressed to hold a proper shape.

"Wow, um, that's a lot of arms," Val's voice murmured in his ear, her hand patting whatever the equivalent to xheir back was right then. "Hey, hey, can you take some deep breaths for me? Nice and slow, just like this." Nobody could feel her chest begin to rise and fall in a steady pattern, and xhey found xhemself mirroring her movements. It was a struggle as xheir mouth and lungs changed shape every couple of seconds, but xhey managed to slow down xheir breathing through xheir hiccuping sobs.

"There you go, little buddy. You're doing great," the human sighed as she hugged xhem a little tighter. "Do you think you can try and shapeshift a little bit? Any form you want, as long as you can hold it."

"M'okay..." Xhey mumbled softly, squeezing xheir eyes shut. It was a struggle to focus in on the roiling storm of energy that xheir body had become, but xhey tried to bring it back under control. The image of a small, fuzzy mammal appeared in xheir head, and xhey ran with it.

Xhey swiftly shrank down, xheir form becoming compact enough that it was easy to shape while still being big enough that the pressure didn't make xhem uncomfortable. Then came the wings and fur, the ears and eyes, the snout and teeth. Xhey shook xhemself off as xheir body finally stabilized, making xhem feel much better.

"A bat, huh?" Nobody looked up to see the smirk on Val's face, her stony gray eyes filled with a mixture of mirth and relief. She reached down to wipe the leftover tears and snot off xheir face, now that xhey actually had a face to clean.

"Yep," xhey said as xhey sat back, altering xheir shape ever so slightly so xhey had the ability to speak. "They're one of my favorites, 'specially the big ones that eat fruit."

"Oh really? I didn't know that," she asked curiously as she held out her arm to help xhem scramble up. "How 'bout you tell me more about these things while we grab you a bite to eat?"

"Okay!" Xhey nodded as xhey dangled xhemself upside-down from her forearm, grateful for the distraction from what had just happened. "Well, uh, first thing is that these wings are just like you human's hands. It's kinda weird, whenever I change between them."

"That does sound pretty strange," the former Pilot mused as she started off towards the ship's kitchen, carrying xhem along with her. "What about those eyes of yours? Can't bats not see all that well?"

"No? I can see great, prolly better than you. Actually, the kind of bat I am doesn't do that echo-thing at all. It uses its eyes and nose to find fruit trees to eat and sleep in, and it travels with a bunch of others, and..."

Nobody just kept on going, the floodgates opening now that xhey had someone to listen to xhem. Val occasionally chimed in with questions and expressions of curiosity as she carried xhem around.

It was so nice, xhey could almost forget what made xhem freak out in the first place. And sometimes, that was all xhey needed.

@augusnippets

#augusnippets #augusnippets day 23 #whump #whump writing #nonhuman whumpee #caretaker #at its core #val #nobody

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space-woomy · 6 months ago

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*throws pan at your head*

talk about it

please...

AUUUGH-

Okaysssssss Mooty

Basically the whole villain 4 stuff happens because Callie dies in Splat 2. Marie's low tide ink doesn't work, and agent 4 ends up using g the rainmaker, which really fucks up octavios robot...a bit too much... it explodes, and Callie ends up dieing in Fours arms.

Everyone's sad, and it hits Four the hardest. She believes that it's her fault entirely, and she quits the NSS. She eventually starts doing Grizzco jobs to distract herself. She realizes that "Ah fuck, this is like, genocide or whatever because this is a sentient species and all that." But continues anyways. She eventually makes her way up to the upperanks and meets Mr. Grizz (either through promotions or a some kinda coincidence or whatever). After a special interview, Grizz is like "wanna help me bring back Mammals? You seem like you hate the world." And Alex (4) is like "yeah. Yeah this world fucking sucks. We're obsessed with fashion, world ending threats happen every day, whole species is trapped underground, YOU'RE literally running a genocide company...fuck it, why not? I hate everyone." And they decide to help grizz with his mission.

O.E happens at the same time as this, and it plays out as it does in the games. Eight moves in with Alex, and she shows her around inkopolis and how to live in the city. Eight can practically taste all the nihilism and edge coming from her, but she sees the kindness and joy in her, and wants to pry it out of the shell of hopelessness.

Molly (3) also becomes friends with Alex, and gets a bit closer to her than 8 does. But the still has a shell up, and they still try to break through...

But before they can do that, the world tour happens! And she goes with Pearl and Marina. Alex also takes part in the memverse, with a piece of her soul getting trapped just like the game.

Now, return of the mammalians is going on, and it's all the same, except there is no Mr. Grizz...instead, there's a masked inkling that's at the top of the tower!!! Neo is able to hold them off until Cap (3) gets there, and they run away. In the end, they're able to stop the rocket from launching in the first place and they destroy it.

S.O starts more towards the end of ROTM, and ends well after it. And when 8 gets out, she can't find anyone belonging to the NSS. They've disappeared. She finds clues to go into the Grizzco headquarters. When she gets there, she finds Alex, having captured everyone in the NSS. Marie, Craig, Molly, and Neo are all tied up. Theyre all very bruised and beaten up too. There's also a big plush doll thing of Callie. Button eyes and everything.

Alex is fucking insane right now. They're all cocky and are acting like a typical Villain type. (Think Will Wood's "Main character" for this...thats...honestly what this entire thing spawned from...) and they fight eachother. There are MANY fuzzy octolings that they're fighting as well, and Alex is very dodgy and swift with fighting. It's revealed that their plan is to cover the world with fuzzy ooze with like, 12 rockets. The one in alterna was a test one.

Alex at this point has completely given up on everything, and thinks of herself as a "hero" in a twisted way. She's saving the world by destroying it, a big reset on everyone. Alex is all cocky and shit too, and is constantly talking and mocking them all. 8 eventually frees them all, but She's out if commission for a bit, and Molly steps up to take on Alex. Alex, frustrated with not being able to beat 8, has an idea. They basically Inject fuzzy ooze directly into herself, and gains claws, sharp teeth, heightend senses, she becomes digitigrade, and is stronger overall.

Now...there are 2 ways that this story goes........

""BAD"" ENDING

Molly and Alex fight, it's intense, and Molly is struggling. Alex is screaming and yelling shit like "YOU WERE ALWAYS THE BETTER AGENT WERENT YOU?!?! HUH!?!? LOOK AT YOU KNOW!!!! CANT EVEN STAND UP TO AN INFERIOUR AGENT" and "COME ON "LIVING TSUNAMI"! COME SPLAT ME!!!"

and Molly is like "...fuck dude...I really wish I talked to you more...man I Hate seeing you like this.. please...you were never the worst...why did this happen" in their head.

It ends up with Alex getting a chainsaw, and tackling Molly to the ground. She trys to push it into them, and manages to really fuck up their arm a bit, but Molly gets the strength to push it back...and gets Alex right in the neck...

She lives for a single second, with a smile on their face...and a single tear running down their face...

Molly and 8 now have double trauma. Yaaaaay!!!!!!!

Marie has even more trauma to!!!!!!

All of them do!!!!!

They stop grizzco, but they're not in that good of a mood for celebration...

(Also, I say "bad" ending because it's, like, a negative ending more like. A non-ideal ending really. I don't like "good" and "bad" endings or whatever...)

"GOOD" ENDING

Same shit happens, except Alex ends up breaking down more in the middle of the fight. She says more stuff that's more like her telling the truth about how she feels, instead of just taunting. At one point, Molly tackles her into a hug and says "Alex, it wasn't your fault! Inkopolis wouldve been attacked if you didn't stop them! Please! Callie wouldnt be mad at you!!!"

Alex breaks out, and they fight some more. Three's arm still gets fucked up, but Alex drops the chainsaw, and she dosent die!!! Yay :D!!!!!!

But she's got so much bottled up and fucked up trauma that they become physically ill afterwards. They beet grizz, and Fours recovery starts.

I've gotten all of this from Will Woods "Main character"

I keep imagining an animatic to the song where 8 and 4 fight with "main character"

And another one which is only the lyric portion of "Silly billy" from that hit single fnf mod. Those lyrics are F I R E

Thank you for hitting me with the pan AAAANDNSNFKFKKDNDNFBRBRNGLSLGJNRNSLALAKCNCNC. XBDJDJFJT9RIEIOEKSJELWLRJNFNFKVPXLABEBTKCKSNRNTJFHDHJFNFNFKGOGJVEAKFIJSHWMXNCNSHWI

If anyone has any questions, please ask!!!

#ask #thank you for the ask!#galaxyseclipse #HI HI HIIIII MOOTY HIJ #space text #art #my art

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There were some thanksgiving foods that were easier to make than others. He wasn’t sure exactly what people around here would like to eat or not - the topic of which sides were the best was always a hot debate on social media’s.

This particular dish he felt like he could do pretty decently at, and it was a total classic! Who wouldn’t like this? He spotted someone he’d never met before to give the little container to. She seemed like someone who might like it!

[Uh hi there! My name’s Donald! I hope you don’t mind, but I’m looking for people to share some food with for the holiday.] He holds out the container to her. Inside is a rich cranberry sauce. Upon tasting it, one would note he completely forgot to put sugar in it. It’s probably the most naturally sour thing any one person could taste.

[Happy Thanksgiving!] He smiles. [Did you already eat? You look a little sleepy.]

Huh, she was being given free food from other people as part of this celebration? No matter how much the cold had the eel tamer feeling down, there was no way Frye would ever say no to that! An appreciative grin lit up her face as she took the container, though the inkling did look a bit puzzled at the fact that he was... well, a duck. Ducks generally didn't talk. Or wear clothes.

Eh, whatever. Frye was starting to get a little more used to things on this island as time passed, and besides, he just gave her free food. She had no right to complain.

(She might complain later when she actually tasted the dish and realized there wasn't even a hint of anything sweet in there, but that was a problem for a future Frye.)

"Hey, thanks! 'Course I don't mind, grub is always good! Name's Frye." A beat, and the squid's cheerful expression faltered just a little at the mention of how visibly sleepy she looked. Of course people were noticing... she really hadn't wanted them to. Though, to be fair, her outfit certainly wasn't helping her hide how badly she was taking the cold any, nor was it helping to really protect her from it at all. Again, she was used to living in a desert.

Since he had already noticed her tiredness anyways though, she let out a long sigh and admitted the truth to him.

"Nah, it's just way too cold out. I don't get how ANYONE is being so lively, I feel like I could fall over at any minute now! Is it some kind of mammal thing, to be perfectly fine in the cold like this? I don't know how everyone is doing it."

#theunluckiestduck #theunluckiestduck (1)#I love Donald so much #thank you for sending him her way

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echantedtoon · 1 year ago

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Mlp/sonic crossover thing

It was a nice day as the two classy ladies sat at the table drinking coffee. It wouldn't have been strange if they hadn't been from separate worlds. "So, when IS that princess of yours gonna send us home?" "Patience, Darling. I'm sure Twilight and that foxy friend of yours will find a solution soon enough." She lifted the cup to her lips before taking a sip. "Besides, the poor dears have been working so hard." "I wont argue with that one, Honey." They continued talking on about a few things. Mostly gems and jewelry and such. A few clouds overhead passed making shadows across the ground as the cool breeze pushed them along. ....Except for one. This cloud was a dark grey while all the others were white. And it was being pushed along by a blue Pegasus. "This is gonna be so funny. Hahaha. Oh, I can't wait ta see her face." "Everybody knows that magic is just a cosmic force that's powered by robotic overlords. So really dumping water on her will shortcircut their robotic mainframe and save her!," Shouted the mammal on her back, "So yeah. She'll thank us later." She looked at her."......Um....ok. Either way it's gonna be one awesome prank." She continued to scan the ground for any signs of her pony-to-be-pranked. After a few more moments, she finally spotted her down below. Smiling, she pushed the cloud until it was directly over her and stopped. "This it it." "Absolutely. Now the cosmic robots won't control her mind anymore." "Yeah, sure. You might want to hold on," she said as she flew above the cloud., "Cloud bucking can be a pretty rough job." "Huh-WWAAA!" She tightly gripped onto the mare as she began to buck the cloud. Sending water down below. ................................................................................................................................................................................... 'Would you like some more tea, Dear?" The bat waved a hand. "Nah. Coffee is more my sped.....Hey! Wait a minute. Why are you getting all the shade?" "Whatever do you mean?" Noticing she was sitting in the shade, she looked up curiously. "AAAAHHHHH!!!" She screamed as water drenched her perfect mane and coat. The bat stared on shocked. Laughing burst from the sky as a certain blue Pegasus hovered down with a mammal on her back. She jumped off once close enough. They both looked at them. "Sticks?" "Hiya." "What are you doing?" "We were saving you guys from the cosmic robots that were using magic to control your minds.' "RAINBOW DASH!!" They all looked at the FURIOUS unicorn. "You ruined my new mane-icure!" "Oh, lighten up, Rare. It was just a prank." "Yes. A prank that you both are gonna pay for!" In a flash of blue, both of them found themselves unable to move. "Hey! What's going on?!" "Maybe after this, you'll think twice before you prank someone!" She huffed before getting up to trot away. The two pranksters being dragged behind her. "Hey! What are you doing?! HELP!!" Rouge watched them go. "......Hmm. This might be interesting." -About 1 Hour Later At Carasel Boutique- "Just tighten this....There! All done." Both pranksters were now dolled up in fancy outfits and to be honest....didn't look half bad. "C-Can't move." She only smiled. "You have to learn one thing, Darling......My make over is OFF limits to pranks."

#my little pony #my litte pony friendship is magic #sonic the hedgehog

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coutelier · 1 year ago

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Irongate - Beer Run?

~750 Word excerpt. Jennifer has begun figuring things out while Sayuri (not for the last time while she's having an adventure) gets a phone call from her parents.~

Sayuri’s phone rang and she quickly answered, “dad? No, I… I don’t know when I’ll be home… no I can’t pick you up any beer. I’m kind of in the middle of something…”

The content of the call didn’t interest Kaya. The fact there was a call at all meant they were out of whatever it was that stopped things working. She clambered to the front of the van where Jennifer was poring over a tablet filled with things Kaya had no chance of understanding, and a familiar green circle in the dashboard. “Hey Hull,” she said as she climbed into the seat next to Jenn.

“Miss Cade,” the computer answered, leaving her to briefly wonder whether an AI really counted as an autopilot. But she did have some bigger questions. “So, how come none of this was affected by the dampening field?”

Without looking up Jenn explained, “military components; designed to withstand an EMP.”

“How’d you get your hands on that?”

“That’s,” Jennifer bit her lip, “t-that’s not important right now.”

“All right,” Kaya spread herself across the passenger’s side, but could sense there was still a lot of tension in Jennifer. Understandably, but it begged the question; why did some come to help at all? “So I guess you couldn’t help being a hero, huh? Even though its put you in the firing line. Reminds me of all the fights you had with Angela. Remember?”

“I remember that you just watched.”

“Yeah,” Kaya lowered her head guiltily. “I don’t have an excuse. It’s just, when you’re a teenager and trying to figure yourself out, sometimes you get attracted to people who seem completely sure of themselves. Then its not until you’re older you start to realize the only reason they seem to have it all figured out is that they’re too stupid to ever think… well, can just end that sentence there to be honest.”

Jenn’s tension eased a little, but she didn’t want to think about the past. At least not that part of it. “I didn’t - I didn’t come out just to rescue you. I just… I-I need to figure all this out. I do I know where to start looking, but I need your help.”

“Guess thats fair,” Kaya said, knowing that all needed to figure it out if they were to survive. “So where are we going?”

“Stag Corp.”

“Where your dad used to work? Why there?”

“That blade you left in my house; I extracted DNA from the blood on it. It was odd.”

“No kidding. Like how, exactly?”

“Like,” Jennifer mulled over how to explain it, and for a moment her sullen face disappeared and she looked like a bright eyed child again. “Life on Earth began nearly four billion years ago. From single cells evolved fish, amphibians, reptiles, mammals - millions of generations all eventually leading to the complex organism that is you.”

“Aww - you think I’m complex?”

“Biologically speaking. The point is that every generation, every mutation, leaves its mark in your genome. Like maybe instructions to grow scales or a tail - things that are mostly junk now. But this genome was compact, like it didn’t have any junk in it at all.”

“So what does that mean?”

“Most likely that it was engineered.”

“Right,” Kaya recalled seeing a thing in the news, “Stag Corp are building that tower. They say they made a bacteria that’s going to gobble up all the pollution and greenhouse gases. Still, seems like there’s a huge gap between that and whatever the hell it was that talked to us.”

Jennifer nodded, her sullen face returning, “it is like if Charles Babbage invented the Difference Engine and Quantum Processing at the same time. But I do have another clue that Stag Corp are behind it all.”

“What’s that?”

“My father,” Jennifer held up the tablet to show her a string of ones and zeros with Jonathan Airhart spelled out under it. “He signed his work.”

Sayuri finished her phone call, centering herself again and beginning her mantras, “I am an oasis of calm…” she paused, figuring that before she became an oasis she shouldn’t be left in the dark so called to the front of the van, “hey - where are we going?”

Kaya called back, “to break into a heavily guarded research facility.”

“Oh,” she really shouldn’t have asked. “Right now?”

“Yup. Just passed a sign that says ‘Trespassers will be shot.’”

“Right,” clearly meditation and mantras weren’t going to be enough. “Don’t suppose we can stop for beer first?”

#writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #science fiction #irongate #wip #my wip #sci-fi & fantasy

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nat-20s · 3 years ago

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Part 8 of the wonderful! Au: the boys answer some questions! Up to you to decide if they actually clarify anything!

(also on AO3)

~*~

Martin: Hey everyone! I know what some of you are thinking right now: it's not Tuesday, why is this episode in my feed? I know significantly more of you are thinking: I don't consistently keep up with podcast releases, how much free time do you think I have, buddy? To answer your queries: this is a bonus episode! We're answering listener questions to clear the air and/or have fun. Also, I don't know, around 20 to 40 minutes a week, as that is the average amount of time per episode? Maybe during your commute? My husband's omnipotence has been gone for five years, we just have to guess at that sort of thing now.

Jon: For legal reasons, that last statement was a joke. In fact, to cover all of our bases, we do not guarantee that any of our responses are genuine.

Martin: Just because we say we'll answer things doesn't mean we'll answer truthfully. Though, honestly, I think we might make it more enjoyable if we do tell the truth. Like, I don't necessarily have a fun lie prepared for our first question from konspiracyking97: "What's their fuckin deal anyway?"

Jon: Is this referring to the oblique references we've made about being from a parallel reality and only ending up here as a consequence of ending one apocalypse and potentially starting another or the general premise of the show?

Martin: Oh, it's gotta be general premise, yeah?

Jon: In that case, I'm Jon, the other voice you're hearing is Martin, we're married, and we talk about things that are..nice? Good? Usually generally but occasionally rather specifically pleasant.

Martin: That pretty much covers it. It's not a complicated show. Uhh, next question comes from Shane: are either or both of you aliens? Nope!

Jon: Well..

Martin: No. We are 100% human people from Earth, we are under no definition extraterrestrial.

Jon: Eh..

Martin: Okay, first off, I know the tone of that 'eh' and "not fully human" is not synonymous with alien, so even if 100% is being a bit generous, we're still from the same planet as our listeners.

Jon:..

Jon: But. We sort of aren't though. Technically speaking.

Martin: No no no no no. I don't care if it's parallel, Earth is Earth is Earth, regardless of whatever nonsense metaphysics might be occurring.

Jon: So what you're saying is that if you got sucked through a portal and landed on an Earth where dinosaurs were still the predominant species, you wouldn't consider yourself to be an alien?

Martin: Nope!

Jon: I'm certain that they would consider you an alien. All of their mammals are probably shrew sized.

Martin: Sounds like a them problem.

Jon: Sounds like a-?! You know what, no, this will be an off the record debate, for now, I suppose I concede that the two Earths and our physiologies are similar enough that we might, maybe, not count as aliens.

Martin: Thank you. Anyway, our next question is from anonymous, and asks, "Is all of this an ARG?"

Jon: A whomst?

Martin: Alternate reality game. It's a method of storytelling that's interactive with audience, and usually has, I dunno, a certain suspension of disbelief to it where it pretends to be something actually happening in the real world until a dramatic reveal. A lot times it was used as a marketing gimmick, but others have done it just for fun. I can show you some examples after the show?

Jon: So it's in essence a more involved creepypasta?

Martin, delighted: Aw, babe, I'm never going to have a handle on what pop culture you are and aren't aware of, huh?

Jon: We were born within a year of each other, and I've told you that I was a deeply morbid teenager, you should probably be able to intuit some of things, love.

Martin: This coming from a man who has yet to see "It's a Wonderful Life", but has seen every film in the "Banjo Cannibals" franchise, including the Easter special. Jesus doesn't exist in the Banjo Cannibals universe, why does it have an Easter special?

Jon: The movies are rather shoddily translated from Russian, so I'm fairly certain the Easter component of that special was invented wholesale in the English version.

Martin: You say that like it answers more questions than it raises.

Jon: Yes, because it does. Oh, and to answer anonymous's question, no, this isn't an ARG. From my understanding of it, if it were, it'd be a poorly constructed one, as there's no real game element to any of this.

Martin: Hmm. Well, sometimes the game component is just trying to figure out what's going on with the story, or if there's any deeper content, and people are definitely doing that with this show.

Jon: That's not by design though. It's more a side effect of us having poor brain to mouth filters, I'd say.

Martin: Harsh, but fair. Oh, this next one is from Zac, no K, who asks, "Are you two actually even married?"

Jon, flat: We are, but it's under false names because this whole thing is an elaborate insurance scam.

Jon, incredulous: Yes, obviously, we're married. What did you hear in this podcast that would make you wonder otherwise, and how do we rectify it?

Martin: Clearly we need to up our quota for how "disgustingly in love" and "horrifically sappy" we are per episode. Which segues nicely into the next question from Gwen, "What's your favourite wonderful thing you've brought so far?" My answer: my husband. He's kind of my favourite in most things, you know?

Jon: Boooooo

Martin: Why, what's your favourite thing?

[Jon reluctantly sighs]

Jon, indulgent: being married.

Martin: A: serves you right for trying to pretend you're the less horrifically sappy and romantic one even though earlier today someone put a love note in the lunch they packed for me-

Jon:- Lies and slander! I have never, in my life, done that, even once.

Martin: Oh, sure, not even once. And you definitely don't reserve the lilac sticky notes specifically for my lunches because you know I like the colour.

Jon: I..I don't.. you're rather ruining my image here.

[Martin snorts]

Martin: Can't have the audience think that you are, on occasion, an incredibly doting husband-

Jon: -A title I would argue we both share-

Martin: - which is obviously why, even with it being your favourite thing you've brought, being married to me is just a small wonder-

Jon, audibly rolling his eyes: As I already explained-

[A Pause}

Jon: Actually, you're right-

Martin: Wait-

Jon:- I really should have brought it as a larger wonder-

Martin: Wait-

Jon: though I should warn you, I think I'd have far too much material for just one little segment-

Martin: No no no no no-

Jon:- In fact, I think I might have too much material for just one little episode-

Martin: Joo-oon-

Jon: I might have to do a whole series! Where would I even start? I mean I could talk about how every day I get to watch the early morning sun highlight your curls when I get up first, or hear you quietly humming and shuffling around the kitchen when you do, or I could talk about how the lunch notes only started in the first place as retaliation to the notes you would leave on the mirror for me to find, or how every time I get to see you at ease in a way that you aren't with anyone else, it takes my breath away, or I could talk about how cute I find the lines between your eyebrows that you only get when you're thinking something petty, but you know it's petty so you don't want to say anything-

Martin: Okay, okay, Christ, I give !up I surrender, and will cease my teasing on this particular topic.

Jon, probably making the :3 face: You don't have to stop. I mean, I could also discuss how very, very attractive I find your voice when it takes on a teasi-mmph!

[There's a pleased hum, then a pause.]

[The audio quality is slightly changed, as if the recording has been stopped and then started later]

Martin, giddy: Uh, heh, anyway, Eric asked what the least favourite thing we've brought was, and because of Jon's attempt to embarrass me live-

Jon, overlapping: It's definitely not live-

Martin:- on air, I'm gonna say it's my husband.

[Jon scoffs]

Jon : If the past few minutes are any sort of indication, I'm going to go ahead and saying that you are lying.

Martin, sighing contentedly: Maybe a bit, but how was I supposed to resist when your indigance gives you that adorable little nose scrunch? In reality, my least favourite thing was probably, um, mini golf? Which, I still don't think is inherently bad, definitely superior to regular golf, but when it's the only thing a next door two year old wants to do with you, the charm begins to wear off a bit.

Jon: Wow. A rather scathing review of a toddler.

Martin: Not so much a scathing review of a toddler as it's a scathing review of minigolf's inability to keep its appeal after the third time in the same week.

Jon: Mmm, the sound effects rather quickly go from part of the atmosphere to part of the irritation, don't they?

Martin: So what's your least favorite thing we've covered here?

Jon: Oh, love, I'm not going to pretend to have nearly enough memory of what we've covered so far to have a least favorite.

Martin: Really? Nothing that you regret or rescind?

Jon: Well, regret, certainly. It was one of the weeks where you went first, and your second item was mutual aid funds, and what they can do for marginalized communities, and I had to follow it with fucking Slapchop.

Martin, poorly suppressing laughter: In your defence, Slapchop, or whatever offbrand we have, is pretty useful, especially when either your scar or my arthritis is acting up.

Jon: I'm still not convinced you didn't somehow see my notes for the recording and decided you get revenge for the first year that we knew each other.

Martin, no longer suppressing his laughter: Yep, you got me! This marriage wasn't an act of insurance fraud, but it was a near decade long con to humiliate you on a podcast that about twenty people listen to. I'll draft up the divorce papers immediately, and then we can finally go our separate ways.

Jon: I'm glad you've at last admitted it. Such a weight off of my shoulders. Goodbye forever then.

Martin: Right.

Jon: Right.

[A beat.]

[There's a pfft from one of them, before both dissolve into giggles that lasts a good 30 seconds.]

Martin, slightly out of breath: I can't believe we're the kind of people that talk this much about speciality kitchen gadgets.

Jon: Sorry about that.

Martin: God, don't apologize. I'm, like, deliriously happy with our varying degrees of useful cooking ware filled life. If you had told 25 year old me that one day he'd be debating the merits of getting a tortilla press with his husband, he'd have wept, I tell you.

Jon: Funny, if you told 25 year old me the same thing, he would've said "You don't know the future,piss off" and then quietly have a bit of a panic at 3 am that night.

Martin: I bet you were insufferable in your mid-twenties.

Jon: First of all, who isn't, secondly, I was fresh out of Oxford, and third, I was insufferable in my late twenties, as you can attest to, and I'm insufferable now, as you can further attest to, so extrapolation would indicate that, yes, I was insufferable back then.

Martin: Probably a different kind of insufferable, though.

Jon: There are different kinds?

Martin: Of course! You used to be "prick boss" insufferable and now you're "smug in a way that I can't admit I find hot or it will go straight to your head" insufferable.

Jon, in the aforementioned smug tone: Oh, really?

Martin: See, see! Straight to your head.

Jon: Well straight is probably the wrong descriptor-

Martin: Oof, 4 out of 10 joke, babe.

Jon: That would be a far more convincing rating if you weren't grinning right now.

Martin: It's a genuine review, I'm just well known to be a sucker.

Jon: You and me both, darling.

Martin: Okay, if you're pulling out darling, you're clearly in too giddy of a mood to be focused on recording. Last question, from Jess, "You two mentioned meeting at work, but how did you actually end up together?" That's easy, Jon pulled me out of a hell dimension and then we went on the lam together to Scotland.

Jon: If that's not the way to tell a cute boy you like him, I don't know what is.

Martin: All right, that wraps up this bonus episode, and as the old saying goes, hiding from murderers in a cottage is more conducive to romance than suggesting you gouge out your eyes together.

Jon, cut off: Hey-!

#tma #jonmartin #jon sims #martin blackwood #post canon #wonderful! au #my fic

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fruitsrotten-a · 2 years ago

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❥ ABOUT

hello mr.angry pants! long time no speak! when i first created you and pulled you from my creative womb, i had to pull out my illegally obtained copy of the dsm-5. now look at you, being all…semi-mentally stable and….having more empathy than i intended to portray in you as a writer. anyways, let’s look at how you’ve developed thus far. your entire childhood is just one big rough patch. shitty dad syndrome. rest in peace to your ever so kind and loving mother who gave all of the good parts on this list to you. guess you had to do some horrible things with those hands of yours as a kid. it doesn’t seem like you really ever got the chance to be…normal. but what’s normal these days anyways? sure it’s definitely not being the only born son of an alcoholic druglord. but! who needs normalcy? that’s boring. you dropped out in high school even though you were a senior. that was….an interesting choice. and perhaps the most interesting choice that im seeing here is the one you made to take your father’s life. things just got …..weird. or whatever. im more concerned about the fact that his men were willing to carry out your plan than anything else. they must have been more protective of you than even you realized. god bless the late men of the old gray cross syndicate. and may they never have to push another bag of rock again. but anyways….i dont wanna talk too much about all of the traumatic things anymore. there’s so many of them. the bruises are gone but the scars are still there, i think you get reminded of it all enough. i get why you’re angry. but i’m seeing so much more of you now.

i see the good in you when i look at my clipboard. the concerned and giving heart. its true that the only thing you ever learned was how to be a master of manipulation. but even behind your forceful administration there is an admirable effort to help kids, help people, that remind you of yourself. like when you found ren cowering in the back of a trafficking truck. phoenix in the midst of a shootout. jace on the park bench. you might have had the worst of things in mind for them down the line. but tell me the truth, you wanted to protect them didn’t you? the same way you wish that someone to protected you growing up. i happen to think that’s sweet of you. you softie. even if you are somewhat of an asshole. actually, a major asshole. looks like you’re also quite lonely. pet snakes don’t exactly keep mammals warm company at night. that probably explains all the one night stands with whoever comes your way. you can lowkey chill out on that. it’s like you don’t give anyone a chance? open up just a little, it would probably be really good for you. you also drink too much alcohol but im not worried because i know youd rather die than be like your dad. anyways, organized crime is definitely not your forever sir saros. i see such a future for you. each day you write in your freetime is a step towards that book about this crazy life you got, am i right? i can see you advocating for change once you uh…get over yourself and your current way of doing things. this has been a deeper conversation than expected. lets get into the questions and i’ll move forward.

what are you most proud of?

your sister? wow that’s….a…nicer answer than i expected coming from you.

what are you grateful for?

the people around you, huh? you’re a classic found family trope motherfucker if i’ve ever seen one.

what are you afraid of?

a loss of control. i see that.

what do you love about yourself?

your adversity. agreed.

what are your non work related hobbies?

arts and crafts? that’s like super off brand but i can’t argue with it since the file says your mom taught you.

favorite color?

red like the color you rep.

lastly, what are you passionate about?

evening the score in the world? uhm…i think you mean something like…equity or like…equality but like…i digress.

i ask every muse this. what animal would you be?

a snake. got it. will watch out.

#saros

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nakachuchu · 4 years ago

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Tuesday Classes | Yelena

SYNOPSIS: Modern University AU - You're trying to focus in class but your girlfriend is making it difficult.

READER: gender neutral

WORDS: 1013

WRITTEN: 04/04/2021

NOTES: Thank you for requesting and fueling my love for Yelena.

Because of COVID-19, all schools in your area had to switch to online schools. It was a hard transition for you, but you did enjoy the fact that you were able to spend time with your girlfriend in the comforts of your shared apartment.

Yelena had finished her lessons for the day, but she continued to sit in front of you at the table.

The two of you shared the same desk for your online lessons and often played footsies with each other when you were bored.

"If I was an animal, what animal would I be?"

You glanced at her before your eyes flickered back down to your professor. He was talking about molecules or something. You weren't very interested, but you made it a point to pretend to be.

"A penguin," you said.

"Huh? A penguin? That's the worst. I drink tea all day and tuck my shirt in. You couldn't give me a better one?"

You snorted. "A butterfly?"

She gave you a look. "Really. You are the worst."

You fought back a smile.

Your camera was on since your grade depended on participation through video usage, and you didn't need your professor asking why you were smiling.

Yelena was always good at making you smile, so it was hard to resist her. Most of the time, it was because she was saying absurd things.

"If you pour a handful of salt into a full glass of water, the water level will actually go down rather than overflowing the glass."

You weren't sure why your professor was going through odd facts, but your hand continued to move against the binder paper, writing down notes.

"How long do you think it would take for me to commit world domination?" she asked, leaning over the table with her arms.

Your mouth twitched as you finished writing what your professor just said. Your handwriting was essentially scribbles, and if Yelena didn't always force you to study, then you knew you wouldn't that's reviewed your notes.

"Maybe a month if you started now," you murmured as you turned up the volume of your laptop.

She hummed and grabbed her notebook and a pen. She left you alone for a few moments to intently draw and scribble.

"So—" She held up her notebook straight, showing off her drawings of her standing on top of the earth with her own flag. "How does this look?"

You didn't know if you wanted to be annoyed or impressed. You forced yourself to not look at her drawings. Instead, you focused on your professor's bald head.

“Similarly, if you mix half a liter of alcohol and half a liter of water, the total volume of the liquid will be less than one liter,” said your professor.

"Hey, don't ignore me."

You sighed and continued to write down notes. As much as you wanted to indulge your girlfriend and yourself—because she was a sight to look at—your classes were still important.

Yelena frowned and sighed loudly, placing her notebook down onto the table. She waited around for you, glancing at her watch repeatedly and counting down the time until your class would end.

Not even after five minutes of waiting, she got impatient and stood up. She walked by you and grabbed your face to kiss you on the lips before walking to the kitchen to start preparing tea.

She left you dumbfounded for a moment before you started blushing, hoping that no one in your class noticed. Even if they did, you hoped they wouldn't mention it.

You wished Yelena's class on Tuesdays ended after yours, but it was too late to switch class times now. She wasn't normally this needy, but it came and went.

“Please keep the P.D.A. to a minimum, Y/N,” said your professor nonchalantly.

You unmuted yourself for a moment to say, “Sorry, Professor.”

“Young love is fun and all, but wait until marriage. It's a nightmare.”

You were starting to think about your life choices that got you up to this moment. Honestly, it didn't matter if you had given Yelena attention in the beginning because she would have kept wanting more.

“Anyway, hot peppers get their heat from a molecule called capsaicin. While the molecule acts as an irritant to mammals, including humans, birds lack the receptor responsible for the effect and are immune to the burning sensation from exposure.”

You continued to take notes with your screen only showing your forehead. After getting caught by your professor, you refused to show your whole screen.

Once your class was finally over—you were lightheaded from being embarrassed—you closed your laptop and walked to the kitchen where Yelena was drinking tea quietly.

"Done already, babe?" she questioned.

You glared at her before opening the fridge to take out the bowl of washed strawberries. You munched on them quietly, and Yelena knew you were mad—or at least pretending to be—because you usually offered her whatever you were eating at the moment.

It was something she loved that you did. Even if you had a little bit of something, you'd still offer it to her. You wouldn't offer it to your friends though, and that just proved how much you loved her.

She sighed and placed her teacup onto the saucer before walking over to you. She took the bowl out of your hands and stood in front of you, leaning over you.

"I know you're not really mad," she said.

"Hmph."

She chuckled and grabbed a small strawberry, placing it in her lips. She leaned in, pressing the other end of the strawberry into your lips.

Seeing your resolve weaken, she pressed her lips against yours before biting the strawberry and eating it.

"I think Tuesdays just became my favorite day," she said.

You chewed the other end of the strawberry with a pout on your face. She stared down at you with a twinkle in her eyes.

“They're not my favorite,” you retorted.

“I'm well aware,” she said. “It doesn't really affect me though.”

“And you say I'm the worst.”

“Tomato, tamato.”

#shingeki no kyoujin x reader #attack on Titan x reader #Yelena x reader

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lovely-necromancy · 3 years ago

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A Cure for Insomnia CH.2

Getting back to your little one story cottage, you can only manage to rush in and run about in a mad dash as you try to accomplish getting ready for work and getting something to eat. Running through choices in your head as you change and freshen up, nothing sounds good. There's not much time since your shift starts at nine and to make it to the store you need to leave by eight twenty. You got home at eight fifteen, and while Nate, your manager, has never seemed to give a fuck what you did at work you're still in your probationary period and would like to keep the easiest job you've ever had.

It's a really simple gig, seeing as the store you work at is actually a front for some illegal activity. The variety of crime you aren't sure of, but you are aware there's no way you guys do no business and yet they can afford to pay thirty dollars an hour. Thankfully just keeping your mouth shut and being nice to little Jo, the owner's daughter, is enough to keep you in the cushiest job in the world. The store's front is a regular old book store, all the books are real, the registers work, you're able to sell books and you've run to the bank to do the weekly deposits twice for Book & Nook. The front is very legitimate or it would be if the amount of customers ever equaled the sales made.

Again you don't ask questions, because for thirty dollars an hour you get to goof off for a couple hours a day, plus you get a bonus when you watch little Jo at the shop. She's a real sweet eleven year old, she's got tourettes and took a shine to you the first time she saw you tic. While you both might not suffer the same disorder she finds the common ground nice, like it's not just her. It's not even hard to watch her or enjoy her company, she'll come bouncing in with her excited chittering and hands clapping spilling all the latest gossip that comes with being in middle school. And boy is there a lot of gossip.

It's really nice seeing that Jo has friends at school and is even considered a “popular” kid. You remember how tough school was because no one understood you and teachers never cared enough about your personality to bring up the fact that it was clear to most faculty members that you had Autism. You excelled academically so what did it matter if you got picked on for oversharing information or for finishing assignments the minute they were handed to you. As bittersweet as the parallels are you're so glad Jo doesn't have to go through that. Never would have thought a southern school could be so accepting, much less a middle school at that.

Tearing through the kitchen you honestly can't find anything that you want to eat right now. And even after a long night of hiking/dissociating you don't think you're that peckish at all. Figuring it's best to at least take something to quell any future nausea you grab a Pedialyte Pop from the freezer. As fast as you entered your home you left, and not before ensuring twice that the door was locked and secured. While living on the outskirts of town saves you from many potential robberies, and worse salesmen, there's still the chance of some lunatic with an ax hiding out in a closet to murder you. Better safe now than sorry later.

Pulling into park behind the shop right at nine is a blessing. You run into the shop to clock in blurting out a quick 'Morning' to Nate, who was carrying a particularly large box, as you passed by him. In a flash you were back at your car retrieving your newly prized deer skull. Lungs burning a bit from the all out sprint you just did you took a little extra time to close the trunk and lock your car up to catch your breath, and avoid any light headiness you might get from the empty stomach workout. Eager to share the wonders of death with your best work friends, and by that you mean Nate your manager...and only other coworker, you rush back into the building.

The shop was quiet as usual as you made your way through the door though you were in the back room where only employees could roam you had the slightest suspicion that the front of shop was just the same. It's there you find Nate, now lugging a medium sized box around to a side table. He did this a lot you suspect some type of smuggling but hey plausible deniability and all those legal matters. The taller dark haired man sees you and just as he's about to wave you over, notices your prize with a raised brow.

“The fuck d'you bring in the store?” he doesn't seem amused by whatever it is he thinks you're up to. “Deer skull.” Lifting it up in one hand and pointing at it, “Found this guy on my hike last night...or rather this morning actually.”

“YN, we talked about this, you said you'd get some sleep last night. No adventures remember.” he's only two years older than you and yet he acts as if he's ten years. He must be an old soul, or enjoys the role of care giver...or you're making him go gray prematurely, anything's possible.

“Eh, I remember saying I'd 'try' and get sleep.” for someone who's body is running on fumes your cheekiness is astronomical, “operative word being 'try', remember.”

It's a long silence as Nate decides if he wants to deal with your bullshit at this moment. After a minute or so he concedes leaning back on the table behind him. “Let's hear it.” and you perk up immediately.

“Cool, so I was walking along the tree line and spotted him, tried to find more but seems there's only one piece. Judging by the size of his antlers I'd say he was nearly fully grown. Now my plan is to do whatever treatments taxidermists do to bones and,” you continue to word vomit at the tired twenty-six year old in front of you, about the joys and wonders of taxidermy and the likely hood of ever finding a skull so nicely preserved.

“I can do that in here right?” even though it's been phrased as a question, you aren't asking permission, you're just being polite and letting Nate know the storage room will house your creepy deer skull antics for today...maybe the week you need to find a taxidermist book to figure out what you need to do.

Nate gives up and leaves with his box of new books to let you have full run of the back to do your weird vulture culture shit. He figures he's just too old to understand the new obsessions with the macabre. He hopes his cousin won't take to shit like this, the kid's weird enough as it is, no need to put another target on her back. Nate sets off to take down the Harry Potter sets in favor of this new comic series little Jo wanted.

Already taking his silence as the go ahead you place your found skull on the table and rush off into the store front to find a book on taxidermy and hopefully more specifically about bones. The set up and organization of the store reminds you a lot of the scene in Brendan Fraser's The Mummy 1997 where Evie is on the ladder and somehow causes all the book shelves to fall like dominoes. So unsafe, yet all book stores and libraries seem to have this set up. With the tall shelves it makes it difficult to accurately get a read on the spines. You don't even know what section taxidermy actually falls under, education maybe?

“Nate, where do you think a book on taxidermy would be?” you called out as you passed by him.

“...hobby?” that didn't sound right but you'd give it a shot anyway.

This should be fun, the hobby section was so disorganized and it took up nearly half the store too, Book & Nook had everything from fishing, to crochet, cooking, the art of film making, hell even had a cryptid hunting book a book that you may have to look into a bit later. You closed your eyes and let your intuition guide you, when you looked up you saw a thin black...vine, no whisp? It undulates in less than rhythmic movements nearly like a snake but it has no head, and not unlike a tentacle but without suckers. It's another hallucination so you were keen to ignore it until it stretched past your head, giving you an added auditory hallucination where you swore you could hear wind rushing past your ears, it swirled around you until it flew to the shelf and tapped on a book. Cautiously you walked over to it, it's never good to play into these delusions. Once you got close enough the black shape was gone but on the shelf was a creme colored paper back titled “Manual of Taxidermy: Complete Guide of Preserving Birds and Mammals.”

Walking to Nate with the book in your hands you asked him to read it and make sure you weren't having an episode and making everything up right now. You'd have to try harder to go to sleep tonight if that were the case.

“Oh you found your book huh?” he said looking down at the title.

Well this is getting weird fast, but you nod nonetheless. Might as well thank the weird hallucination gift right. Leaving him to do whatever it is he plans on doing the rest of the day, you go to the back. And just as the book instructs you set to cleaning the skull by setting it in some water and changing it as many times as the water runs murky. The book is quiet helpful to a beginner like yourself but it does seem a bit outdated from the bits of information you know from taxidermists blogs and vulture culture posts on the internet. Reading it in between water changes is a great way to pass the time though, not like you guys get any real customers anyways.

The bell rings as the front door opens and closes alerting you to someone's arrival on your third water change. Needing a little bit of mental stimulation you walk out into the front where Big Jo and Little Jo are talking to Nate. Little Jo sees you and skitters away from her father to rush you, she stops about a foot away and holds her arms wide open. She's a hugger but upon meeting you had never even thought people could be touch adverse so keeping in mind that you might not want to be touched she's learned to invite you into hugs and it's your choice to allow it or not. Placing a hand on your bicep you give a squeeze, checking your tolerance you find the thought bearable. Placing your arms outstretched at your sides Jo rushes your torso for her hug.

After she nearly body slammed you into the wall, and let her death grip go she was off on a tangent about so many things. Her excited rapid blinking tic, one she developed after meeting you, triggering your own.

“Ok so you remember how last week I told you that Jessie Kinsleton said that Micheal Saleisa told Gigi B, not Gigi S. that Meghan,” you had no clue the lives of eleven year olds had gotten so complex, from the gossip you heard from Jo it seemed that the school's sixth graders were plotting for a war with an ice cream parlor up the street. No clue why, maybe just to fuck the system, kids are weird, preteens are weirder...and angry.

But you nod to Jo listening to her every word, and trying to calm your eyelids so you could actually open your eyes. After being told the sequence of events that would happen in the Tween Armageddon, something to do with Marco Salvator ordering three dozen donuts and a flock of geese, your eyes finally gained their ability to see back. Black whisps, much like the one from earlier, wandered all around your vision, it looked like a dark smoke had settled eye level within the shop and was snaking through the isles.

Catching the movement of your eyes Jo looked around the shop too. Seeing nothing she turned back to you concerned, “Hey it's okay, nothin's there.”

Hearing the drop in volume of the normally chatty tween, Big Jo and Nate pause their conversation to turn their attention to you and follow you're gaze.

“Kid, you ain't sleepin' again?” Big Jo can already gauge by the bags under your eyes but he's a polite man so he feels the need to ask rather than state his assumptions.

“Day 6.” You answer simply, ever since you've started at Book & Nook the whole Cowell family became acutely aware of many of your disorders. By their record your longest time spent awake was ten days, you however adamantly say that you were an hour's mark away from ten full days so the longest you've been up is nine days in a row. And those are just the cases they know of since you've moved to Kepler.

Big Jo shook his head as a stern father would, which he is, “I have half the mind to send you home to rest.”

“That won't work.” you really don't mean to sound so coarse but it's so irritating having to go over this at least once a week.

“What about those gummy things Dia got you?”

“Long term that kind of stuff has no effect, sure it'll make me drowsie for an hour or two but even if it made me sleep one night I can't use it all the time. And before you ask the same questions again, caffeine has no real effect on me so limiting my intake will do nothing and weed doesn't do a thing for me either.” you state plainly, monotone as you present facts that everyone in the room already knows.

Looking at the stern face of Big Jo's and the exasperated face of Nate you continue, “I know it must be frustrating for you to not be able to help, but I'm content living like this. I like my late night adventures and when I do sleep it's really pleasant.”you threw in a smile for added comfort.

“Kid tha's not the point, there's somethin' wrong with you, medically I mean.” he's pinching the bridge of his nose, probably counting to ten to calm himself from raising his voice.

“Tons of people suffer from insomnia and there isn't anything a doctor could do for me except look for underlying conditions.” Big Jo's about to retort when you continue with, “Plus my dad and uncle both have insomnia as well so my case is due to the genetic lottery I lost.” You say with a hint of finality of your situation, you had to come to terms with this condition all the way back in high school. Having a decade to get used to your strange condition and the limitations it places on you from time to time. Whereas the Cowell family's only had two months to process this information, and you understand it'll take awhile before they stop being concerned. Same thing happened with you parents and friends back then too.

For now you're only met with more head shakes as if they were saying 'what are we going to do with you'. Leaving your medical issues aside Nate and Big Jo continue to talk shop, when the set up Nate just put on display catches Jo's eye.

Like lightening the tween was away from your side and by the new display shelf it looked like it held graphic novels. That's a first since you've been here, you walk over to join Jo knowing the second you do she'll start on about what's got her so excited. Most people might say you over indulge the child and coddle her but you actually just think it's really important to take interest in what makes kids happy. It helps them find their voices and also shows them that it's normal to get excited and like things.

“We got the TAZ graphic novels in?!” you hate rhetorical questions but smile and nod at her anyway.

“Have you read them? No, well you've listen to the podcast...what omg! Ok so there's these three brothers and their,” Jo begins regaling you with tales from the podcast known as The Adventure Zone and how fun they've made dungeons and dragons seem with their amazing story telling and funny characters.

You aren't sure if a show where the main group of heroes being called Tres Horny Bois is exactly age appropriate but when you look to Big Jo he kind of just shrugs it off. Turning you attention back to Jo who's now monologing about mongooses you just smile at the weird family you've found yourself in.

Let it be said that a tween with a slightly unhealthy fixation on something can find anyway to drag it back to that fixation. The day flew by with Jo explain the inner workings of dungeons and dragons, fifth edition, to you, her father, and her cousin after you mentioned why she didn't play. Apparently she'd love to but wanted a story fitting for her friend's to adventure. So being the good older cousin, father, and weird family friend you all were you came up with a story plot for her to use with her campaign.

The Jos had a lot of fun bonding over this little workshop and you guys even had food delivered so you and Nate could stay later. What was meant to just be a quick workshop turned into a mini family game night after you made several nearly impossible puzzles that wouldn't be used in Jo's campaign due to no one at the current table understanding how to solve it even after you showed them several times.

Overall it was fun and you think you might actually be tired enough to go to sleep tonight. You tried to stay and help clean up but Big Jo put his foot down and told you to go get some rest, he'd seen the way you occasionally look around the room as if something was moving behind them all. You may have started off as a cashier two months ago for him but his daughter has opened up a lot since meeting you and discovering that tics aren't so uncommon and there are people who wouldn't care or make a big deal out of them. Because of that you've earned your keep in his family, he already has you down on the list for Christmas cards.

Knowing you can't fight the six foot four man you roll your eyes and bid everyone good night, little Jo coming in to steal another hug from you and thank you for helping with her game. Checking on your skull you see the water's clear and dump it in the sink of the break room before leaving the skull to dry overnight, it's for sure gonna make Nate scream tomorrow, you can't help but chuckle at that.

Leaving through the back door and into the dusk colored parking lot you notice your trunk is popped open slightly. You definitely heard it shut earlier this morning. You blink before your head jerks to the right, unsettled by possibility of a break in and not risking it you head back inside.

“Hey, I think my car may have been broken into.” you stand awkwardly in the door way unsure of how to proceed.

Big Jo and Nate are out of the door as fast as they can. They find your car unlocked with the trunk popped, you know they weren't trying to brush you off when they asked several times if you did in fact lock your car this morning. After hearing your affirmative response each time, they began to inspect your car checking to make sure all wires are properly secured under the hood, Nate even retrieved the jack out of his own car to take a look under the car, ensuring the brakes hadn't been messed with. They started the car up just fine and it didn't appear tampered with. Even though nothing looked out of place and Nate's car, sitting in the same parking lot, hadn't been touched you appreciated them checking to make sure you were alright.

Knowing you're perceived as a woman by most, even outside of this small town, makes you uneasy when it comes to terms of abductions and violence. You know the chances and hear the stories whether it's from the victim's mouth or a podcaster's telling the story the dead can't. Nate offered to follow you home and make sure you were ok but you declined and said you'd call them both when you got home. Big Jo said to just call his home phone because Nate would be coming over tonight anyway, and if they didn't make it there before you called Dia was already at home and would pass the message along. You'll probably still try and give the shop a call if Dia answers, it wouldn't sit right with you if you wound everyone up just to not and at least try to settle their nerves.

With one final check of you car, the men even going so far as to lift seats up and feel under them, they sent you off. You drove carefully on the road tonight, ready to pull off into the shoulder at the slightest hint that something was wrong. Not even the radio was on something that you really didn't like driving without, but if there was the chance for you to catch a shift in tone of the machine you wanted to. Eventually you did end up making it home in one piece and you had called the Cowell family home, from the safety of your car, and got a spazztic eleven year old asking if you'd made it home alright. It took a little bit of coaxing but Little Jo calmed down and shouted to her parents that you were on the phone and alright.

“Kid,” looks like Big Jo took the phone away from Little Jo, “Everything ok on the drive.” Big Jo could hear the movement and shutting of your car door, he'd have to say he was relieved you waited until you were on the phone before exiting. He knew you lived out past the quiet zone in Old Lydia's house. A fact that did little for the unease he felt when he thought you were being watched.

“Oh, yea drive was fine, too quiet but fine.” you said simply as you began circling the cottage. Nothing seemed out of place on the outside, even looking above eye level where people tended to get sloppy in stalking or home invasion cases, everything seemed fine.

“Hope you don't mind if I keep you for a bit.” You had just unlocked your door and stepped in.

“Nah, kid 's fine.” you give a hum of acknowledgment as you look through the kitchen in cabinets, under cupboards, and even under the table.

“You're a smart kid.” he's taken that fatherly overtone that makes you roll your eyes. You understand the sentiment of parents and parental figures having pride in their child or ward but it's always been so weird to you when they feel the need to bring it up. Especially when they bring it up in situations that are dangerous, like can you not make it sound like someone's about to die.

Finding nothing in the living room, hall closet or bathroom you make sure all the windows are locked and dowels are in place to keep them from opening. And you double check that both the back and front doors are secured. You can hear the hushed whispers on the other end of the line, Dia must have just found out about your car, as you rustle through your kitchen utensil drawers taking out two forks before you make your way to your bedroom.

Once in your room you checked your closet and under your bed. Finding nothing you went to the window in your room, the one right by your bed, you checked the lock, secured it in place with two dowels, and then covered it throwing a thick blanket over the curtain rod to ensure no one would be viewing you in your sleep or the precautions you were about to do. Turing around and locking your bedroom door you then jam one fork into the closed door crease, right below the locking mechanism, and jammed the other fork perpendicular through the prongs. You attempted to open the door with all your weight but only could get an inch in before the forks would stop more movement.

“Kid you alright over there?” it's rushed, he probably heard the commotion with your make shift lock.

“Yea, just had to add another lock to the door.” you trust the Cowell's but you understand how stupid it'd be to let them know exactly how you were defending yourself. Even if it wasn't them there's no telling if the person who broke into your car was outside and just good at hiding. You could also be too jumpy from your true crime shows but you figure it's better to be safe.

“I think everything's good Big Jo.” taking a final glance around your room eye's landing on the bed, “Think I'm even ready to go to sleep tonight too.” a small half laugh leaves your mouth.

“Alright kid, you call if you need anything got it.” it's an order not a request.

“Got it, good night.” Big Jo might think that'd been rude coming from anyone else but from you he can only roll his eyes at the brevity and the dial tone he's met with. He has his own sweep to do, if they were targeting his employee there was a reason. He hasn't had any problems since coming to Kepler but someone always eventually comes along who can't take a hint.

Even combing through your home with Big Jo on the line you didn't feel safe having your bed by the window anymore and moved it away and in front of the closet door. You'd rearrange your room later but for tonight this would have to do. By some grace of god you were actually able to shut your brain down tonight and rest. Maybe it was the excitement and merriment from hanging out with the Cowells or more likely the situation you find yourself in of perhaps being a target for something insidious.

Whatever the case may be you are off to the land of dreams before you know it. And unbeknownst to you the same eyes from this morning watch your home. They may not have seen what you did in there but they'd be sure to catch you when you come out. They'll wait all night to catch you if they have to.

#creepypasta fanfic #proxies x reader #proxies #masky x reader #masky x hoodie #hoodie x reader #ticci tobyx reader #timothy wright x reader #brian thomas x reader #masky #hoodie #ticci toby #ticcitoby #timothy wright #brian thomas #reader insert #reader #readerinsert

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Firen Lhain: Chapter 1009: Frigid Nobility: Part II / III

Yang landed hard beside them, Weiss much more elegantly, Blake simply appeared, and Ruby Petal Burst onto Jaune's back. "What's going on?" Ruby asked.

"Jaune gets White Knight's!" Nora exclaimed.

"What do they do?" Ruby asked.

"Whatever M'Lord desires." Hugh replied.

Jaune pointed at him, "This is Hugh, their baronet."

"Like a little baron?" Yang asked.

"Surprisingly, yes?" Weiss asked.

"What, really?" Yang asked.

"It is my honour to meet you Ms. Schnee, Ms. Xiao Long, Ms. Rose, Ms. Belladonna."

"Oh, yes, a pleasure." Weiss said, and curtsied.

"So, nice to meet you, but what is a baronet?" Nora asked.

"Baronets are required for the decentralization of Great Knights." Hugh simply replied.

"So they no longer need a command signal." Weiss quickly added.

"So, the events of the Battle of Beacon can never be repeated." Hugh stated.

"Oooh!" Nora acknowledged.

"So, you're like their spokesman?" Yang asked.

"I'm afraid they cannot speak." Hugh added.

"How, huh?" Yang asked.

"If I remember what Doctor Polendina stated," Jaune interjected, "The Knights-Bachelor have the same intelligence as Pwyll."

"As a horse?" Nora asked.

"Yes, but calculated differently." Hugh stated, "The Knights-Bachelor, as M'Lord has referred to them, can use their equipment, but recognizing who to strike at is beyond them. One of the biggest problems with the Great Knight project, and robotics in general, is that recognition is far more computationally complex than was originally hoped."

"Mammal eyes take a ridiculous amount of processing power to work." Blake added.

"So, they need you to tell them who to shoot at?" Nora asked. Hugh slung his line rifle and his form developed a round shield and long spear.

"We are equiped for both ranged and melee combat." Hugh stated, "But, yes." His spear and shield disappeared and he grabbed his line rifle once again at the shoulder-arms like the others.

"Alright?" Nora asked, "Jaune pets Pwyll. Should we pet the Knights?"

"I have no data." Hugh replied.

"Do YOU want to be petted?" Nora asked.

"I have never considered the possibility." Hugh stated.

"Perhaps now is not the best time?" Weiss gently admonished her.

Nora then held out her hand towards Hugh, whom reached forward to shake it. "Good to work with you." She said to him, and then turned to Jaune, "So, what do we do with him? Them?"

Jaune then turned to Ruby, "To be of any help, we'll need scouts."

Ruby looked behind herself before turning back to look at Jaune, "Wait, me?"

"If I recall?" Weiss whimsically, angelically asked, "You have a natural penchant for such things."

"Wait, what?" Ruby asked.

Blake appeared beside Ruby and wrapped her arm around Ruby's shoulder. She leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Your Faunus nature."

"My what?" Ruby asked, and then stood up fully as it hit her, "Ooooh. Right." She then dropped down to all fours, "I'm a wolf!" she giddily exclaimed as she leapt up and then down.

"I'll join her." Blake said with a cheshire grin.

"I guess that means me and Ice Queen get to stay with the big guy."

"Huh?" Weiss huffed, and Yang just smiled brilliantly. Weiss' flush switched from dark to light blue and looked around nervously.

Jaune then turned to the engineer. "So, which way to the head quarters?"

"It's on the AAS Ornst." the scientist replied.

"So, what are we supposed to?.." Jaune asked him, and he just shrugged. Jaune then looked at the soldiers with him.

"We're here to escort him." the corporal replied.

"M'Lord?" Hugh asked, and Jaune looked at him, "The general assumption in the Atlasian military when dealing with independent Huntsmen is that they are unfathomable, M'Lord."

"Meaning?" Yang asked.

"We are allowed to proceed at our own direction." Weiss stated.

"Alright?" Jaune asked Hugh, "Then how is the army marching?"

"In centuries of 100." Hugh replied. "The units were divided, as they could not keep up with the hit and run attacks from the Beowulves."

"Losses?" Jaune asked.

"25%. Current combat estimates are insufficient for the task." Hugh replied.

"What about the airship?" Yang asked, "The big one?"

"The AAS Proudclad and Vayne are being held in reserve." Hugh continued.

"What about the Paladins?" Ruby asked.

"Aboard the Vayne with the infantry platoon." Hugh continued, "Enemy concentration are not sufficient to justify their deployment."

"You're going to lose." Jaune stated, causing gasps from RWBY + N.

"By current combat estimates, yes." Hugh replied.

"They are purposefully scattering your forces and taken you out with hit-and-run attacks." Jaune continued.

"By current combat estimates, yes." Hugh replied.

"What about my sister?" Weiss asked.

"Unknown." Hugh replied.

"Pardon?" Weiss asked, trying to hide her concern.

"They are checking in regularly." Hugh replied.

"I kind of doubt Super Weiss would be that easy to take out." Yang stated, causing Weiss to let out a sigh of relief.

"Have the Knights consolidate." Jaune stated.

"And the Beowulves?" Hugh asked.

"We'll lure them in." Jaune replied, "And try take out the general."

"Pardon?" Weiss asked, "I had not considered this?"

"I suppose someone has to be leading the army." Yang stated.

"Someone who hasn't shown themself." Blake added.

"If there is a commander, they have yet to make their presence known." Hugh replied.

"Which is why they are winning." Ruby eagerly stated.

"All around defence." Jaune stated. "Any flanks will be extremely vulnerable to Beowulves."

"How do we contact Super Weiss?" Yang asked.

"What did they call me again?" Jaune asked.

"Something about sunshine?" Yang asked.

Jaune then turned to Weiss, "We need someone who knows how to speak on a military radio."

"Pardon?" Weiss asked. "While I appreciate the faith you have in me, I have never once used a military radio."

"What about Gabby?" Yang asked. "She does have her extra special training?"

Jaune picked up his scroll to call Taj. "You've got T-Rex." Taj stated.

"Get down here." Jaune said to him.

"On my way."

* * *

The airship touched down, and the rear gangway lowered. "Nora, on the airship?"

"WHY?!" Nora asked, "Can't you just spank me, and..."

Jaune just glared at her for a moment, "You'll be with Penthesilea, in case we need you to swoop down and save us."

"OH! Right. Uncle Qrow plan. Do I get booze this time."

"No." Jaune said, breaking a smile.

"Okay!" Nora eagerly said as she walked up the gangway.

"Ciel?" Jaune stated.

"M'Lord?" she asked.

"We'll need someone who can talk on a military radio."

"Of course, M'Lord." she affirmed, and walked down the ramp.

#rwby #firen lhain #faunus au #arc-en-ciel

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