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ivys-garden · 25 days ago

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Life Series Recap: The Penultimate Round.

I have to apologise. I was wrong about what I thought the wild card would be. It was not just skizz and Mumbo coming back to revenge kill everyone… it was fucking MY HERO ACADEMIA WHAT THE FUCK GRIAN!?

Martyn immediately understood the assignment and you should watch his perspective. No, I will not explain why.

Anyway, here was everyone's superpowers:

Grian - got the power to copy other powers, makes sense since he'd know what all of them are.

Scar - got the power to ride anything and to punch Jimmy ten blocks away. This was my first clear sign that the powers were pre chosen despite grian pretending not to know who got what.

Lizzie - could make everyone blind, good for escapes and traps! Perfect for lizzie

Jimmy - at will Invisibility. Was this just so he could hide from people who wanted to kill him? Most definitely.

Pearl - flight! Hermes Pearl cannon let's go!

Scott - can transform into any mob. Definitely just done to see his reaction to becoming a chicken.

Impulse - teleportation. Very good for traps in a smart person's hands.

Bigb - summons 4 Creakings. The confirmation that these were pre chosen. No way Mr Creaking gets a creaking power by chance.

Cleo - goons! The zombie can summon the dead! Perfect that skizz and Mumbo died first then, those suited idiots have big goon energy

Etho - rocket jump. They gave a mace power to someone who can't use it. Oh Deer.

Bdubs - Slow time. Also he can make it day at will. That second one is the important one to him.

Tango - super speedy! Perfect for a coward!

Gem - astral projection. Gets to spy on people, Gem Loves That! Unfortunately she also has to talk to mumbo and skizz…

Joel - triple jump. Speed bridgers dream.

Ren - polymorph into other players. Perfect for a Trickster… but ren is being nice the season so he just ends up collecting his friends like Pokèmon

Martyn - Super Sonic hearing. He made martyn a listener. If martyns new lore isn't him breaking free of Watcher influence after all this symbolism I will actually riot.

Anyway, breakdown time:

The Final Gals (Cleo, Scott, Pearl, Impulse, Etho, Skizz, Mumbo)

Oh goodness where to start

Pearl continues to suck at traps. What is happening this season?! Did that trap on Gem work? Nope! And when she has a good way of insta killing Tango using crystals, does anyone listen? Nope! But hey, at least she gets to fly like she wanted back in secret life… I mean she had to have that part shown to her by grian and she wasted her mace but …. Uhhhhhhhhh

Speaking of wasting important items we get the most disappointing anti climax of the entire life series as Impulse loses the totem falling to his death in a manner that he had numerous ways to avoid. At least he managed to find a guaranteed way of killing people with that obsidian box trick. He got Gem, Tango and Joel with it. He would have gotten ren to as his tendency to knick people's faces landed him in a case of mistaken identity. Good thing he called them all of since he and Ren are allies and apparently kissed necks. Martyn was kinda passed about that. Wonder why

Bigb is also friends with Renwood and the first one trusted with their super powers. They do form a plan to trap greens with the full combo of all three, but unfortunately that falls through. But bigb does get another trap opportunity to drop someone into the big hole at cake tower, but Ren is too slick and Lizzie is too red so that falls through too. But hey, he definitely got Scar on that dripstone pitfall! Oh wait no that was grian oops sorry bigb no kills for you.

No wait! Bigb got Scars dropped mace! That was good! Woooooooooooo go bigb!

Anyway

No traps for scott either I guess, well not if you count him killing gem, but that was a team effort. But Scott doesn't trap people, he creeps on them! And now he can do exactly that, but as a chicken!

Cleo gets goons. And sure, those goons were very lippy (know your place Corpse has now been added to my lexicon) but they were great! They rendered grian speechless with their lame insults, who wouldn't be speechless if your dead friends came back to call your tower small? Mumbo also went absolute beast mode on everyone. He killed grian effortlessly and got the credits on killing Joel, Tango and Ren. I guess Mumbo is actually a top tierer when he doesn't have to worry about dying

Skizz may not have gotten any kills, but he did the world a service. He blew up Joel's hideous awful, no good car. Well done skizz.

The Fam (Gem, Joel, Etho)

When not crying over his hideous car, Joel was killing people for blowing up his hideous car. I Kid I kid he did stuff not motivated by his car this session like…. Insult people? Nah that's just a Joel thing. Kill Scott? No, that's also just a Joel thing, or maybe a revenge thing. Be confused? Nah that's definitely a Joel thing…

He has a way of killing people that involves wardens, that's cool! Unfortunately his biggest enemy is Pearl sooooooooo

Speaking of being enemies with Pearl, Gem! …. Wait what do you mean Gem didn't reiterate how much she hates Pearl this season? What do you mean they barely interacted? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE WASN'T MORE JEWEL BOX DRAMA!?

No no there was drama! Gem definitely still hates everyone else, even if she doesn't even acknowledge Pearl's repeated attempts to kill her. She definitely hates the other members of the final girls, each and every one of them tries to murder her. Even Etho! Heck, they succeed.

Sure the initial plot by Martyn involving a game show, 5 Creakings and two bigbs was over complicated and ridiculous, but the much simpler solution of keep Impulse in a box and swap Gem in to be hit by swords was very effective, both in killing Gem and acquiring her bloody bloody vengeance.

As for what she did with her power, yes it made her Infinity harder to kill, but it also massively increased her paranoia and mistrust. The irony should not be lost on Gem complaining about everyone's disloyalty while just DECIDING to hate on the most loyal team.

Her power also let her talk to the dead, introducing us the schrodinger's goons, as Gem paradoxically complained about having to talk to Mumbo and Skizz constantly while also complaining whenever they were summoned by Cleo.

Speaking of Mumbo, Skizz and Cleo, let's talk about Grian. Despite claiming to be part of the family, he certainly doesn't act like it. If anything he spends most of his time hanging with Scar, showing him the world on a magic carpet ride after stealing Pearl's power…. Only for him to then be turned into a drop ride without a seat belt. All in good fun tho. Too much fun, if you ask grian! He made fun Powers for his friends to have fun with and now they won't kill each other! Despicable! (Something Something put that in your Watcher headcanon)

To fix this he enlists Gem and Joel to kill skizz and Mumbo so he can speak to them and get them to kill tango. Gem fails to mention that she already got Cleo to let them kill tango, considering its Gem this was probably for revenge reasons. But revenge would ultimately be Cleos, who unsurprisingly didn't take kindly to having her goons stolen and had grian murked. Only to then be murked in turn by grian.

Oh also no idea when to mention this but Gem confirms she doesn't care what happens to anyone on her team apart from Joel, and even then she's found with him being stabbed since it means they could murder together.

And she wonders why no one trusts her.

The Tuff Guys (Bdubs,Tango, Etho)

What Was the comic relief up to this week? Not a lot. Bdubs gets excited that he can sleep before he… gets it in his head that sleeping with reds around is actually dangerous.

And when he's not mining for trap materials he won't use or fishing for Skizzies, Etho is failing repeatedly to hammer nails and trying to kill his…. Sister? Daughter?... family.

Huh, that was over pretty….. quick

Oh no.

Yep Tango was easily the star of the show this session. His power made it super easy for him to engage with everyone's favourite shenanigans, Fucking with people! He was zippin’ around taunting everyone about how invincible he was

And well you can't say he was wrong. Lizzie's attempts to blind him all failed, he was able to tank Impulse dropping him off Mumbo Tower and he was able to outpace Grian when his powers were stolen by him due to Grian’s lack of expertise…. Skill issue.

Hell, go to tango's perspective right now and Watch the first attempt made by THE ENTIRE SERVER INCLUDING HIS TEAM MATES to kill him.

Impulse teleports him into webs, which he gets out of as grian slows time. He then almost runs into Lizzie but is able to dodge before being Blinded. A few minutes later he accidentally runs into a Web and is caught by Martyn. Tango throws an ender pearl to escape before martyn can blow him up, almost killing scar in the process. Bdubs slows time. Grian notices tango behind cleo and tells her to move, she starts too but stops as tango runs in front of her and she tries to Trident him, causing grian to hit them knocking both their shots off. Martyn and Etho accidentally tag team to force tango into skizzes path, martyn getting him to four hearts. He then bloody matrix dodges skizzes sword swing (seriously how did that not land). Martyn tries to use a Creeper but a wind charge knocks it upwards, giving tango just enough time for time to return to normal and for him to run out of the Blast zone. Actually, insane play.l

Unfortunately for tango, you can't run your way out of obsidian. Or being stabbed. Or being exploded by creepers.

The Bamboozelers (Jimmy, Lizzie, Scar)

Let's play the game of who was the confident bammer today!

Not Lizzie, that's for sure. Is this the most failed traps in one episode this season? Maybe. Yeah, trying to trap places with suspicious barrels or where people who have spectator Mode live are not the best ideas. Neither is trying to trap Scott in general.

Speaking of Scott, Jimmy is obsessed with him. What else is new? Turns out however that even while Invisible Jimmy is no match for Scott's uncanny ability to see everything. Bad news for Jimmy and his trap game but good news for us as we get to see what it's like for an invisible man to be chased by an angry scottish chicken. Tango also calls Jimmy handsome so not a full loss for him I guess.

Oh and in case you're wondering, no Jimmy did not have any luck killing anyone else. He and lizzie were very good at forming catchphrases tho

And I guess Jimmy did knock martyn into Bdubs’ tower to be killed by Scar…

Oh yeah, Scar had confidence this session! 4 kils!

While he wasn't riding all his friends. Unsurprisingly his words are not mine. He was smashing them. Yep nope that's worse.

He hammered bdubs’ face in and banged Martyn and Scott off the mountain. He seemed particularly eager to kill Martyn, maybe since he took part in killing Gem and Pearl said she would fly him around if he zeroed in on Scott. Surely this had no lasting consequences for Martyns continual survival….

OK I've done this trick three times. No ones falling for it. You've watched at least one prospective, Martyns dead. Sucks to suck Littlewood

God why does everything keep sounding like its about a peni-

Ren Wood (Ren)

Oh Ren, what a day eh? Every trap he tries fails. He accidentally obliterates bdubs, he has no friends AND his wife died. He may have kept his legacy alive for a few minutes by taking his DNA, gaslightibg the entire server into thinking he survived, but in the end, Martyn Littlewood is dead.

Yes, Martyn. An end game member since the beginning, out third…

Skill issue.

And like Martyn was doing well! sure he almost fell in a hole, but he Ninja reflexes his way out of it! And yeah he failed miserably to gaslight Scott but… Well it's Scott. He gets a pass… damn did he kinda suck this session? /j

…oh also all his traps kinda sucked. He failed repeatedly with those crystals, and surprisingly no one Jimmy was of no help in that endeavour. He also bumbled his own attempt to kill someone in the Creaking forest with Bigb by getting distracted when Impulse ALSO came to him looking for people to murder instead of just doing one murder at a time. He may not be a mean gill anymore, but he still has the memory of a goldfish

So here's to Martyn, he got one decent kill this session and died to Scar and Jimmy. This man won two seasons ago.

(Jk he was actually decent this season I'm just in shock that the new gamers can die early)

As for Ren, he is joining the however-many-Gs. That means that not only has everyone on the team been allied with everyone else at least once, but also that officially 9 people would have been on this team. That's half the bloody server. Greedy.

But more importantly…. Canaries. I've often said that the canary curse isn't Jimmy dying first, but is actually Jimmy death acting as an omen for the end (yknow like a canary) The only time this isn't true sorta was secret life, but Jimmy did die right before the Literal Apocalypse so I say it counts. But he's making it the the finale this season. For the first time. And so right here, right now, I shall declare the canary curse 100% officially broken.

I mean I can't since I have no power but like shut up

Ps for the final session I will do the breakdown by player in elimination order. So expect a long one next Monday.

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ghostreblogging · 2 years ago

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Omg like I had this dream about it yesterday. So what if batfam decided nope we're gonna ghost proof this house. And in the way they did it, they didn't use blood blossoms, ectoranium etc (blood blossoms are extinct and hard to find in large quantities and ectoranium is a space metal that nobody knows exist yet or confused with kryptonite) They used magic, so it's little less noticable.

And Tim decides to Invite his new friend over, aka Danny Fenton . Said friend refuses to touch anything while there. He wouldn't sit, eat food, or touch any of the occupants. And when he finally accidentally touches something, the spell works and he is captured with glowing chains or straight up thrown back into the infinite realms.

Danny finally has time for normal teenager shit. He managed slowly go through the bureaucratic shithole that is the infinite realms politics and he managed to come out with his sanity intact. Phantom is no longer a menace but a hero that tragically gave himself up to seal all of the Infinite realms (that is kinda true he did go through a nightmare to make sure ghosts didn't attack the living world and had to do the equivalent of centuries worth of paperwork to do that.)

And all things considered ghosts are a thing of the past for most people. ( He hopes that the ones he allows through keep their oaths and stay hidden)

And he can finally be a normal teenager again, albeit in Gotham of all places. But the death in the city masks his more inhuman traits and he really didn't wanna go through another paper work stuff to register himself as a meta without the meta gene, he would have to do that later though.

But he can do that later, he's on a vacation and he's not doing that.

-_-_-_-

He is standing in the doorway. People around him are getting their umbrellas and sadly he doesn't have one. He was debating internally if he should just go or go back to the lost and found for an umbrella.

He was waiting for Tim as he agreed to come for dinner. The car ride to the Wayne manor was calm, filled with few words.

All changed when he came to find the whole manor was covered in intricate magical circles and traps. He saw atleast few that straight up sent him to the dark parts of the realms and he didn't want to touch that. And as much as he wanted to straight up escape, Tim had been asking for multiple days.

So as much as he wanted to flee, his social skills are shit and he didn't want to risk the awkwardness afterwards.

So he tried his best. Didn't touch the ground floated slightly above it, didn't touch the furnitures cuz apparently it was considered part of the house, couldn't touch the walls. Couldn't even touch the residents before setting the alarms off.

He thinks he pulled it off. Of course he pulled it off everything was going smoothly and he just has to make sure he has everyone in the room in his sights and float a bit. Well until the actual dinner. He couldn't touch the food and he looked quite akward so much so Tim whispers to him.

"You okay? You aren't touching your food."

"Oh I'm okay, it's just-" before he could even start with his sorrowful excuses, someone someone grabs his arm, again it wouldn't have been a problem too it would only raise the alarm, until he is pushed down into the chair thus triggering multiple traps .

Big golden chains appear and he is arleady out of the chair by then. He opens a window and turns to say sorry but he accidentally trips over another trap and is pulled into the realms. He should probably cross Tim out of his list of friends.

-_-_-_-

Tim's friend just fell through a portal, should probably call Constantine about that.

Dick was the first one to speak up after the silence that incued.

"Did we just banish Tim's new friend to the shadow realm?"

"Wait why did he trigger the alarm? He didn't seem all that ghostly, was he like Jason"

"Probably. We probably won't see him again, do we just. . . Push the blame onto Constantine?"

" We are heroes-"

"And how the heck are we supposed to enter the realms anyway? And escape! Constantine greatly expressed that portal was one way only"

*Tommorow*

They see Danny just waltzing through Gotham and they pull him aside.

"What the fuck. You got pulled into the shadow realm yesterday! How do you even trigger the alarms"

Danny who arleady went through the five stages of denial and how tf am I gonna explain "oh you see i am a warlock of....uhhhh

I didn't think this far

OH PHANTOM. THE GREAT PHANTOM"

And after a very stressful meeting with batman and the entire JL dark members cuz apparently his alter ego became a big deal without his agreement.

Where he

Had to speed learn how to create duplicates

Had to fight off a few ghost lawyers cuz they wanted to be a part of "the very important meeting of importance"

Got asked to do magic (he's still learning okay?)

He panicked tried to sell one of his powers as a spell or him just having the copy of his patrons power.

More people got worried about him supposedly creating a contract with a very powerful new unknown diety

Got into the JL dark as a warlock

People apparently trusts him now???? As FENTON??????

Apperantly showing off weaker version of patrons power was a bad idea cuz he greatly overestimated the power limit.

He is a powerful warlock of a powerful "demon"?

WHAT THE FUCK DO U MEAN I- MY PATRON IS NOT A DEMON

"so what is he"

Uhhhhhh a guardian spirit?

Uunhuun soo it's phantom right.?? Leme do some research

WHAT DO U MEAN PHANTOM IS APPARENTLY A GOD AND IS KNOWN GLOBALY FOR BEING THE GOD OF HEROES??

Wait . . . . Clockwork. Oh my god.

Now he is the number one call up magic person for the bats now.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #danny phantom au #is this done yet?#danny phantom crossover #batman #dc x dp

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davnittbraes · 3 months ago

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Teleportation and Blue Whiskey

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (eventually)

Word Count: 1500

Warnings, etc.: descriptions of a panic attack, claustrophobia, annoying coworkers, brief description of desire for self-amputation due to shitty footwear, mention of cotton-poly blend clothing

Reader-insert physical descriptors: nothing in this chapter but hair long enough to tangle fingers in/comb fingers through in future chapters, just in case that’s not your jam

Notes: this is for @burntheedges Roll-A-Trope Challenge, I got Stuck in an Elevator with Dieter Bravo (something I wish I could actually say happened to me irl 😅) It was only supposed to be a couple thousand words for a fun writing challenge but here I am, splitting it into multiple parts, because as with everything I write it’s taken on a life of its own and has become impossible to control. Everyone hang on, I have no idea where this ride will end. Let’s go 💃🥳

There’s a headache forming at the back of your head - no, right between your eyes - nope, it’s both.

A band of pain slowly throbbing to life, wrapping your skull in the weight of ten consecutive hours of socializing with people you’d just met two days ago.

Fucking. Perfect.

This conference is going to kill you.

It’s the first time you’ve attended, and you’re definitely not coming back next year. Despite what looked like a robust presentation itinerary, the whole vibe seems to be less of an educational event and more of an excuse to spread gossip, get intoxicated to the point of obliteration, and rack up charges on company credit cards.

Who knew clinical pharmacists were such party animals.

It’s just not your scene. You’d rather be back in the hospital, consulting with other medical practitioners, patients, generally helping people, instead of shooting tequila at 3am in the VIP section of some poorly lit club you’ve never heard of.

Sighing, you shift your feet as you wait for the elevator. This pant suit feels stuffy, the cotton-poly blend scratching your skin. The shoes that look so good with your outfit are pinching your pinky toes in a way that makes you want to cut them off and be done with it. If it wasn’t for those damn pinky toes, you’d be taking the stairs - much more preferable anyway, elevators made you uncomfortable.

You’ve never liked them, always hated the inability to just get out whenever you wanted to, the need to rely on something out of your control to give you a chance to escape. And there was always the threat, the possibility that everything would fail, that the elevator would fall, plummet down and you’d be shattered into a dozen pieces.

But your feet might just rebel and call a mutiny if you try to force them up five stories.

So, elevator death-trap it is.

The hotel lobby is starting to fill up with people heading out for a night on the town, including some of your colleagues. They haven’t looked your way yet, but if they see you, they’ll definitely try to rope you into whatever shenanigans they’ve got planned for tonight.

Shit.

You push the elevator call button again, and once more for good measure.

Come on, come on, please -

The ding of the elevator pulls your attention, your aching feet moving even before the doors start sliding open, and you duck inside and out of view of the lobby.

Muzak and a soft golden light fills the small space. It’s welcome, quiet and soothing.

Leaning against the wall, you take a deep breath and let it out, eyes half closing with weariness as the doors start to slide shut. Almost there, a few floors and a dozen steps and then you can flop face forward on the double mattress your company had paid for.

The elevator stutters to a halt, doors sliding open again.

A groan almost slips out and you have to bite it back.

Fucking. Perfect.

The last thing you want right now is social interaction.

A man shuffles onto the elevator.

Your exhausted mind notes tiny details about him - the way his dark green crocs catch on the elevator door track, the frayed hem of his navy and red checked pajama pants, the bulky dark grey hoodie with the hood pulled low over his eyes so all you catch is a glimpse of plush lips twisted into a downturn. He’s carrying a couple reusable bags, well-used and wrinkled, whatever is in them clinking softly together.

He moves to the far corner and slumps against the wall, keeping his head down so you can’t even see his face anymore.

A curl of apprehension mingles with relief in the pit of your stomach.

Okay, well, you didn’t want someone who would talk your ear off on your way to your floor but you’re also not particular on sharing an elevator ride with someone obviously attempting to hide their features.

Whatever. It’s less than a minute to the floor.

The elevator doors slide shut. And nothing happens.

What -

Shit.

The elevator’s broken, you’re stuck in here -

No no no -

Your chest tightens instantly, every muscle in your body drawing up in panic.

This is it, exactly what you’ve been dreading, this elevator has stopped, and there is no escape, and -

Oh.

You didn’t push the button for your floor.

Embarrassment prickles along your skin and you lean forward, punch the number six with your thumb, probably a little too forcefully.

The man in the corner doesn’t move, but social convention prompts you to ask anyway. “What floor?”

“Hmm?” His voice is low, smooth, slightly detached as if he’s lost in his own thoughts. “Oh, yeah. I -“

He shifts the bags in his hands, digs into the pocket of his hoodie and pulls out a hotel room key card. Fingers fumbling, he steps toward the elevator buttons, hesitating just a moment before he holds the card up to the reader at the top of the keypad while pressing the button for the penthouse. The button illuminates and he quickly steps back into the corner, shoving the card back in his pocket.

His free hand tugs his hood lower over his face. “Hate those things, radio frequency waves or whatever. What’s wrong with old-fashioned keys?”

The last word clips off hard, as if he just realized he was speaking and regretted it.

Confusion blooms, and you keep your gaze forward, your expression blank.

Who is this man?

Dressed like he had just rolled out of bed, huddling in the corner of the elevator, trying not to be seen while rambling about radio frequency waves on his way to the penthouse suite?

Mentally shaking yourself, you focus on watching the numbers flash on the floor indicator above the elevator door.

Doesn’t matter who this weirdo is. Just get back to your room and try to forget about this entire day.

The steady, rhythmic white glow of the numbers is comforting, in some way. A reliable beat, marking the path to the solitude you’ve been craving all day.

The elevator shudders to a stop.

Silence.

You wait.

The door doesn’t budge. Nothing moves.

Above your head, the lights flicker, then steady. Still.

The silence is too heavy, too much, it’s not right.

It’s actually happened, now.

The elevator has stalled, and you’re stuck in it.

Panic, hot and sharp, wells up in the back of your throat, and it takes effort to swallow it down.

Breathe. Deep breaths.

It’s okay, it’s going to be okay.

These things happen all the time.

Think it through. Use that technique from therapy - work through the next steps instead of focusing on the panic threatening to overwhelm you.

The hotel will have someone on staff to fix it - they must, a five star hotel this size? For sure they do. They have to.

They have to.

It won’t be long, maybe a bit longer if the - what are they called? - elevator maintenance person, whatever, is on a break.

But it’s nowhere near a meal time, the Whatever Person is probably not on a full break, maybe just a fifteen or something.

Yeah, okay. So once they get done their break they’ll -

“Are you freaking out? Because you look like you’re freaking out.”

The question whips through your anxiety, yanks you out of your thoughts and you sway a little, dizziness making the elevator tip as it comes back into view.

Trapped trapped you’re never getting out

“Whoa hey you - hold on -“

A hand grasps your shoulder, presses your back against the wall of the elevator.

The air is thin, it’s hard to fill your lungs and you can’t -

breathe -

“Breathe -“

Muffled voice, deep, speaking quickly, syllables skimming the surface swells of panic, pulsing in your mind with the same rhythm as your heartbeat.

It’s too fast, too loud, can’t breathe -

The world slants suddenly, your feet stumble to adjust. Heart pounding, hard, it hurts -

It’s happening, the elevator is dropping -

Too fast too loud -

It’s falling -

No you’re falling -

Crashing -

Landing on something solid but yielding -

Warm -

Your fingers grip, squeeze, hold tight. Time blinks, once, twice.

Panic freezes.

Hands. You feel hands on your body.

Large hands, soothing, gentle.

One on your back, resting between your shoulderblades, warmth seeping through your clothing and into constricted lungs, loosening tension. The ache there lessens, lungs filling.

The other hand cups the back of your head, thumb stroking small circles over your scalp. A tiny, almost insignificant motion, and it pulls your focus immediately.

Again and again, soft and soothing circles.

Breathe. In. Out. In. Out.

The white-heat of panic subsides, slowly pulling off of your senses and your thoughts run an inner monologue, a mantra, grounding you back into your own body.

In. Out. Good, just like that. How are your elbows so sharp? Ow.

Wait. It’s not an inner monologue, it’s -

The man. In the elevator with you.

It’s his words drawing you out of your panic, his hands on your body.

Fresh panic washes over you, your eyes flying open to see -

The stranger’s gaze, watching you closely, a rich, deep brown that makes your pulse skip.

Tousled brown curls falling over a brow creased with concern.

Full lips, drawn down at the corners, soft and plush and only inches from yours, parting slightly, and that voice, so beautifully comforting -

“Oh thank fuck you’re not dead.”

#dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x f!reader #roll a trope challenge #teleportation and blue whiskey

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youlikefanficdontyousquidward · 2 years ago

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Why so blue?

Prologue, one, two, three, four, five, six

tag list: @luciddasher @seashelldom @goblinerrant @belos-simp69

Chapter Seven

Might be a few days for the next part, travelling for my surgery :3c

So many people reading now tho, hi! 👋

TW: Unwanted touching/groping, mention of miscarriage, parental death mention

Quaritch watched your resting form across by the banshees. His own had shifted to lay closer to you, not quite touching you, but definitely shielding you from the others. He worried somewhat, Spider had said they were carnivorous, were you in any danger from them? As if reading his mind Spider propped himself up on one arm.

"You want to kill Y/N?" Quaritch's head snapped towards him.

"What?! No." Spider laughed at his sudden response. Miles regretted being so candid with him, he should have made a dumb joke. 'Yeah kid every other second'. Something daft, light-hearted, something to get the kid further from the truth of his feelings.

"Well then, they'll be fine. Your Ikran will reflect your will towards them." Spider settled back down. Quaritch expected some mocking comment, that was the kids normal MO.

"So..." Here it comes. "What do you think of Y/N?" Quaritch chocked a little.

"Nope. Not having this conversation" Quaritch flopped down.

"You're not subtle, I just wanna clear things up..."

"Not whats happening kid. They're a captive to keep you in line and that's it. End of it." Quaritch would rather fall off the cliff again than hear another word about this. He did not want to talk about this with anyone, especially not with your son. Spider for his part kept his mouth shut but he could see his smirk.

There's no way he approved. This person was like a parent to him and he was the enemy. Though Quaritch had noted Spider softening to him. He caught his expression when he flew back up out of the gorge, the kid had been near tears. He cared for him, he didn't know to what extent yet but he was happy to let this flourish. He might not be the original Miles Quaritch but he hoped the kid would take him as a substitute, maybe an improvement. He'd come to terms with the fact he wanted him in his life. The kid was human after all, he could get him a place in the world he'd help carve out for humanity. Spider was a long way still from seeing him as family but he could get there if he could keep him on his side.

Your change in attitude could prove helpful in this. He might have written off you obviously checking him out the previous night, no harm done in looking, he'd done his fair share when you weren't paying attention. He was not ready to write off today's behavior however, he saw your face too when he flew back up. You grinning up at him, relieved, then cheering for him on top of that, he'd eaten that up.

He'd preened himself around the camp that night. Riding high on your ego stroke, the biggest mount, least injured by the affair and now Spider's full attention. He'd babbled next to him, excitedly sharing everything he knew of the banshees, desperately wanting to know what flying was like. Apparently the Sullys had never taken him up into the air.

"Well you'll be up there tomorrow, right with me." He puffed his chest. A win against Sully. Giving the kid something even his supposed people never offered him.

"Yeah..." He smile faltered.

"What is it kid?" Quaritch rested his hand on his shoulder, for the first time Spider didn't shake him off.

"I'll never really know what it's like, I'll never get my own."

"Spider..."

That's when you'd approached, Spider excusing himself with a joke and plodding off to the others. Quaritch couldn't dwell long on his worry however. Your hands on him was too much to ignore. His mind drifted back to what you'd said about 'tsaheylu', the thought had drifted past then but he focused on it now. Could he do that to you? If he did what would that mean for you both?

You were so close, your scent overwhelming him. He imagined swinging his legs closed, trapping you against him. He closed his eyes a moment, focusing on the feeling of your hands running up his arms, stopping at his neck. Over the bite you'd given him. He opened his eyes again suddenly grabbing you wrist more gently than he'd gripped you before. He couldn't stay this close to you, as nice as you'd been acting today he didn't think you'd take as kindly to what he'd do just yet.

Laying awake now, he watched you sleep. The gentle swell and fall of your chest, the way your hip exaggerated when you lay on your side. He decided he could have it all. Spider was already so close to accepting him properly, he would kill Jake Sully and he would make you his.

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Morning broke and you woke up in a similar way to the last. Sitting up and feeling something heavy drop into your lap. This time to your shock however it was the large head of 'Cupcake', as Quaritch had called him. Cupcake rose, shaking awake. He bumped his long head against yours, rubbing affectionately. You giggled, allowing him to mess your hair up and reaching up to hold his face. You cooed at the beast, he was far sweeter than Jake's Bob had ever been.

Quaritch cleared his throat next to you. Straightening up suddenly you turned your attention to him. Your smile quickly returned, noticing Cupcake had done the exaxr same next to you. You couldn't help another giggle.

"Cupcake is a strange one"

"Cupcake?" Quaritch quirked an eyebrow up, offering you his hand to get up.

Confused you responded taking his hand. The cuffs made everything harder you justified. "Cupcake, that's what you called him before?"

"Oh" Quaritch laughed a little "Suppose I did, more of a nickname."

You removed your hand from hia, smoothing out your shawl.

"Do you have another name for him then?" You weren't sure what cupcake meant, it wasn't a nickname you'd heard from any of the English speakers you'd met before.

"Nah, Cupcake will have to do" He put his hands on his hips. Spider appeared around him.

"Cupcake it is!" He exclaimed moving to touch his neck. Cupcake moved into his hand, pulling his chin up to give plenty of access to be pet. It was awfully strange Ikran behavior from what you had seen before. Most Ikrans certainly tolerated the people in their riders life. Though Bob had let Jake's young children pet him, maybe Cupcake recognized Spider as Quaritch's.

"Who's Y/N riding with?" Spider turned back to Quaritch. You hadn't really thought about it yourself. You hadn't been given the chance to fight for your own, not that you thought you'd have managed. Though the recoms hadn't cared for the tradition of it they'd fought well for them, you never trained for such things.

"Wainfleet'll take them" Quaritch walked back over to the others, giving orders. You prickled at this, you'd have been happy to ride with Zdog, though perhaps since both her and Mansk were more injured they wouldn't be suited to having a passenger. Still the idea of riding with Lyle disgusted you. He only seemed to get bolder with each day and you did not want to spend hours clinging to his back.

Quaritch mounted Cupcake, pulling an excited Spider up and in front of him.

"Head out!" He ordered, Cupcake taking to the edge to begin his flight.

"Wait the restraints?" You moved a few steps forward before you felt rough hands grab your underarms and haul you up. You squealed and heard Lyle's laugh too close to your ears. He manhandled you into the space in front of him, his hands pulling your hips back and towards him. You swatted him off the best you could with still bound hands, hissing over your shoulder.

"Suit yourself buttercup, just don't want the boss chewing me out for dropping your ass" He held both hands up in surrender but you didn't like the way he smiled at you. You grumbled, pinching his mounts body between your thighs and holding her neck for balance.

Lyle took off roughly sending you falling back against him again. The day continued on like this, you'd pull away or create as much space as you could then he'd veer or drop in just the right way to send you back to him. The first couple of times you could have thought it was an accident, it was only his second flight after all, but as the day wore on you were furious. He was doing this on purpose.

You'd been passing over the swamp lands for an hour or so now. You barely registered them passing bellow you. Lyle had put his hand on your leg after the last quick swerve and had been progressively reaching it higher and higher. You wanted to bite it off but there was little you could do trapped in the air with him. Any action could cause you to fall, could you call to Zdog? Would she help? She'd hissed at him before for you, maybe she could scare him off. She was too far back from you, the wind would sweep your voice away before it reached her.

"Copy that. We're coming in for a landing there." Lyle spoke into your ear, reaching an arm past you to point at a large patch of solid land, rivers threading around either side. That hand dropped down and held your waist, the other now on your thigh began to slip to the inside.

You saw red. You were clawing and hissing, pushing him.

"Don't touch me! Don't you dare touch me!" You scream at him, swinging your cuffed hands together at him. He kept a grip on you, shouting for you to calm down, to stay still while he landed.

As soon as you were close enough to the ground you began kicking him. You pushed off, falling hard onto the moss bellow. The others landed, quickly dismounting to come check what was happening. Quaritch's features were set in a line, he was angry. You didn't care in the moment, scrambling up.

Lyle had his hands up, spouting some lies, calling you crazy. You roared at him swinging to kick him in his gut. He was a more experienced fighter than you however, catching your ankle.

"Quit it buttercup!" He spat out at you.

"Let her go." Quaritch commanded. Lyle scoffed dropping your ankle, you stumbled back. Quaritch caught your shoulders, before passing you off to Spider. He touched your arm sympathetically before returning his glare to Lyle.

"You don't touch her." Quaritch got into Lyles space, his face humorless. He jabbed a finger against Wainfleet's chest. "Got it?"

Wainfleets body language changed in an instant. His swaying tail stilled, his ears tipped down.

"Yes sir." He bowed his head, not looking at Quaritch. There was a tension still in the air. Neither man seemed quite ready to back down, Quaritch's tail thrashing behind him.

Zdog cleared her throat loudly. Attention turned to her, a fight abandoned. You still wanted blood, Lyle's to be precise. The recoms regrouped, planning next steps, where to further their search for the Sullys.

You missed them you realised, you're anger with them had lessened in your days since reuniting with Spider. You'd come to understand Neytiri better, she was like you, doing whatever she had to do for her children. You laid a hand on Spider's shoulder beside you, he looked up sympathetically at you.

"I'll have to break his fingers first chance I get" Spider wrapped an arm around you. You smiled down at him, his stripes were wearing away.

"Thank you." You took in your surroundings now, home. The deep greens and muddy yellows of the rivers plantlife snaked through the lands you'd spent your happiest and worst moments of childhood. Rusty coloured ferns that you'd played with the other children in, deep blue leafy plants you'd use to hide in from your lessons. The water was still bloodied with the chemicals that poisoned your teacher, your mother's unborn, then her. It hurt to be here, your heart ached for all that you'd lost.

Spider sensed your pain, walking you gently over to where Mansk had began preparations for a fire. He looked up at you this time, catching your eye, though through his sunglasses you weren't sure. His ears tipped down and he looked away again, tail swishing unsettled behind him. You weren't sure why he acted so strange towards you. It was submissive, a more exaggerated version of how men had acted around your Tsahìk. Especially when her mate was in a fold mood.

Quaritch sat next to you. He was grinding his teeth, still angry. You supposed to keep the peace you'd promised Spider, you would have to apologize for attacking his man. The thought sickened you, to apologize for his man's unwarranted actions. No it was not your fault that creature couldn't keep his hands to himself.

"I'm sorry about Lyle." Quaritch looked strained. You kept your eyes locked on his profile, not entirely sure he had actually said what you thoughthe had. "He's dealt with. You'll be riding with myself or Zdog from now on." His shoulders were still squared, tensed with anger. You followed his line of sight to Wainfleet, who sat off alone with his Ikran. He'd never been upset at you, you felt relived, letting out a deep breathe.

"Thank you Quaritch." He turned to face you now, eyes darting about your face before meeting yours. It still made your cheeks burn to make eye contact, especially this close.

"Miles. Call me Miles." His voice was soft as if he spoke only for you to hear. Putting his hand out to you.

"Miles" you repeated back. It felt strange on your tongue, most human names did. He smiled at you though, you found yourself smiling back, reaching your hand out to him too.

He laughed, taking yours where it hung and shaking it properly.

"A pleasure"

#quaritch x you #miles quaritch x oc #quaritch x reader #miles quaritch #colonel quaritch #avatar imagine #avatar #lyle wainfleet #mansk #zdog #spider socorro #my posts #my fics #why so blue

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apomaro-mellow · 2 years ago

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A good friend of mine @spectrum-spectre had a plot bunny and I had to write a lil sumthin

If it was anyone else, Steve would've questioned why they were going all the way to New Jersey for an amusement park. But he figured Eddie had his reasons. Maybe he wanted some distance. Or maybe there was some sort of nerd lore with the park or something in the area. Either way....

"It was really nice of you to plan out this whole getaway", Steve said. "And responsible....Who are you and what have you done with my man-child bitch of a boyfriend?"

"Careful, I might revert back to my bitchiness and leave you in this hotel room."

"I'm just saying, I don't see this side of you often. This side that makes plans and takes care of things."

Eddie looked to his Stevie, who was lounging on the mattress of a less-than-luxurious hotel bed. "You'd know if you ever let me be your dungeon master." He kneeled onto the bed, hovering above Steve. "You like when I take care of you?"

Steve nodded. "Yeah."

Eddie leaned in for a little mornin' love when someone knocked on their door.

"Dudes, let's go. You had time to christen your honeymoon suite last night", Argyle said from the other side of the door.

"He's right." Steve had mercy and gave him a quick peck before pushing him off.

Summer of 87 and Eddie had taken it upon himself to plan a short vacation for him, Steve, Jonathan, and Argyle. A no chicks or kids holiday. A few dissenting voices complained, but here they were. No responsibilities other than themselves.

They arrived to the park and Eddie was practically buzzing as they got in the moving line to get in to Action Park. Now that was the boyfriend Steve knew.

"Ohhh, it's this park. Interesting choice dude", Argyle said.

"Why?", Jonathan asked.

"You didn't hear? Like a bunch of people have died here, man."

Steve's eyes slid over to Eddie. He was about to ask if he knew about this but already knew the answer. Knew his boyfriend was already intimately familiar with the morbid details.

"Stevie, before you say anything, this is to celebrate our survival-"

Steve cut him off with just a raised brow. "By coming to a park where people have died? Explain that logic."

"We're just doing the waterpark today, right?", Jonathan clarified. "How bad could it be?"

They got inside and Steve watched in horror as Eddie jumped off a 20 foot cliff with multiple other people and a single, slightly frazzled lifeguard on duty.

"Five jumps is enough", Steve pulled Eddie out of the water, determined to get him somewhere with a bit more supervision.

The four of them went to the wave pool, which Steve had a fine time with. Until he saw Eddie's head go under one too many times and he was reminded of Lover's Lake and dragged him out of that too.

"Steve, you don't need to smother me. I'm not one of your lil chickadees."

"No, you're just gonna be my chicken kabob when you get skewered on a ride."

"You guys are making me hungry", Argyle said.

"One more thing, then lunch?", Eddie suggested.

Eddie led the group over to something that made Steve's heart stop right in its tracks. Even Jonathan had sobered up enough to give it a quizzical look.

"Is that a water slide....with a loop?"

"Nope! Nope, no way. No way you're breaking your back on that thing", Steve started to push Eddie away.

"I'm not gonna break my back", Eddie rolled his eyes.

Argyle nodded sagely. "Ride like that is more likely to take your head off. Or get you stuck."

"I rest my case", Steve said.

Eddie pouted but allowed himself to be pulled along. He'd just have to do something more convincing than puppy dog eyes. Meanwhile, Steve tried to keep Eddie occupied with the other, seemingly less dangerous attractions, trying not to get a heart attack any time something seemed off.

At least it was normal kind of off and not Upside Down type. Eventually, Steve knew what he had to do to get Eddie's mind off that death trap of a ride known as Cannonball Loop.

It took very little persuasion to lead Eddie away from Jonathan and Argyle. It took even less convincing to get him into an Employees Only area. And it took nothing to get him on board once he removed his wet t-shirt.

When they finished, Eddie was properly dazed and distracted. They met back up with the others, one now much tanner than when they'd left, all parked out for the day.

Eddie gave a wistful sigh as they walked out of the park. "I guess I should be happy I have someone who cares soooo much about my wellbeing."

"You're damn right", Steve grinned.

Argyle put an arm around Steve and Jonathan's shoulders on the way to the rental car. "This was a perfectly packaged day, my friends. Sun, water, corndogs, a bit of danger. Somebody got laid."

"Wait, what?", Jonathan choked out.

"That's where they went while you were nappin'", Argyle jerked his head towards Eddie and Steve.

"How can you nap in an amusement park?", Eddie cackled as he unlocked the car.

Jonathan shrugged. "I'm just lucky Argyle put the lotion on me before I conked out."

Eddie started the car before a realization came to him and his head whipped to Steve. "You told Argyle what we were doing?"

"Always let people know your whereabouts", Steve said.

"We gotta bring the kiddos some time", Argyle said.

"Not in this lifetime, Cali", Steve pointed a very stern finger at him. It was hard enough corralling Eddie. He couldn't imagine having to deal with the kids too. Never mind the thrill junkie Max, or the always experimental Dustin. All of them were just different enough to pull in different directions and drive him insane.

"Maybe Disneyland, then", Eddie suggested. "We've got plenty of government hush money left. And there's this one ride-"

"I'm gonna take a page out of Nancy's book and actually do some research before I let you plan the next trip", Steve decided.

#apo writes #stranger things #steddie #jargyle #on the side #i get all my research like other intellectuals #from defunctland

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thiswaycomessomethingwicked · 1 year ago

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3, 9, 10, and 49 for Grima?

Two Grima anons!! Because you all are amazing and know me and the way to my heart

3. Obscure headcanon

Honestly, I feel like I've talked enough about Grima that all my headcanons have been exhausted in the "Grima Thoughts" tag and the "Grima Wormtongue" tag more broadly on my tumblr.

I suppose one that I've never voice too much, and haven't played with (YET. GET READY.**) is that I headcanon him as distinctly Not Cis but he's very convoluted and vague about what that means. The whole seidr aspect I read onto him adds different layers to how you can interpret that, especially given some views that seidr-working might have been viewed as an alternative gender, or an additional aspect to gender, or something in that ballpark of being different from man and woman.

I just enjoy that, aside from Eowyn, he is one of the characters you can make the strongest argument for being Outside the Gender Norms of Their Respective Society. This makes me very pleased and happy.

Grima just wants to be queen. Let him be one!!

**this only applies to people reading What Makes a King

9. Scene that first made me love (or hate) the character

For the movies it was the tear-drop scene in TTT after Saruman sends the uruk-hai off to Helms Deep. So much regret and realization of the scope of the impact of his actions captured in a single emotional moment. And it's fleeting! But so well done. No words are needed. Just dawning horror and that stomach-dropping-out-from-your-body feeling of What The Fuck Have I Done - This Was Not How It Was Supposed To Go.

In the books it's 100% when Grima is sassing back at Treebeard. He is Peak Drowned Rat and a GIANT TREE is telling him: You need to go to Orthanc. It's voer there.

And Grima. Who has been on a horse for two days straight, riding through the night, and probbaly hasn't eaten in 48h, and is now stinking soaking wet becuase Treebeard dropped him in the muck and mire of the waters around Orthanc. That man. That man looks at the Giant Tree, the stuff of childhood legends in Rohan, and his instinctual reaction is to be the sassiest most lie-filled bitch on the planet.

What the fuck Grima.

Grima: Well, since you don't think I was here on behalf of Theoden which was My Quickly Thought Up Plan Because I DID NOT Expect This. I will now just be super sassy at you as my fall back. Seems reasonable.

Tree Beard: ????

Love that deranged bastard so much.

Grima: [sees a being way, way more powerful than him. Gandalf, Treebeard, whatever] What if I just said some sick burns and was a petty bitch for fifteen minutes??

Eomer: . .... ..,, , as a treat?

Grima: As a treat!!

10. Best moment on screen (or in the book)

I loved his seduction scene in the film. That whole speech is masterfully rendered by Brad Dourif and Miranda Otto is also fantastic in that scene. Seeing her tempted, truly tempted, then pulling back like: nope, nope, nope, I can't. Grima's face when she leaves. Absolutely phenomenal.

I also love the "These Men Don't Know What Personal Space Is" scene with Eomer.

Nothing to see here. Move along everyone.

In the book, the best scene is everything in the Scouring of Shire. The wanting to take Frodo's offer of a helping hand. The desperation for that salvation from himself and the situation he is in - yet, he is so trapped in whatever it is he feels for Saruman. That quasi-enslaved state by the time we get to the end of ROTK. It's so fucked up and such a fantastic representation of the push/pull of abusive situations. I want out/I can't leave/I can see a future/I can't see a future. So well done.

(And I think Saruman-Grima dynamic is something Tolkien didn't know he had - at least in terms of the potential that is in it.)

While I have gone on before about Grima's death being a let-down in terms of thematic satisfaction, I do love, love, love that he gets to kill Saruman. He gets to put the knife in Saruman's back. That is so fantastic as a full circle of all the traitors betraying each other. ALSO, of course, Grima gets to kill the man who has spent the last eleven months torturing him for shits and giggles. We love to see it.

16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves

I think Grima is very afraid to look at a lot of things about himself. He cannot look into the mirror straight-on. All truths about himself have to be captured in peripheral vision - which is to say, only ever faintly brushed against.

I don't know what the darkest secret is that he can't admit to himself. I suspect, for him, it's several. He's done so much harm in his life, and he's been also denied so much too, and wants so much, and has broken so much - it's all a tangled mess.

I think for Grima, what drives a lot of his actions post-Helm's Deep is a two-fold sunk-cost fallacy (that's the thing he can't admit to himself - it's not all lost. He can and should walk away. "If it's shit, hit the bricks" was not something he ever learned) and the inability to be able to see a life outside of Saruman. A path away from Orthanc. (Granted, no one was being helpful in that regard until Frodo. Literally no one. Not in any meaningful capacity.)

24. Most annoying habit

Maybe stop stealing things from people?

Probably, though, the sycophancy. The whole "oh my lord" this and "a wise/brilliant thing you said my lord" that. Ugh. Miss me with the verbal dick-sucking there, Grima.

I get why he does it. I 100% understand. I still find it grating. This is something, I will say, that turns up in fanfics more than canon. I've written it, myself, because it works for his character! It's what he would do! It makes sense post-Saruman that he would be like this! If he wasn't it would be weird! But my god Grima, get a spine and a sense of self-worth!

(Grima: shall not.)

For proper canon things, we don't really see enough of him to have specific habits to pick on. Because frankly, I find his thieving delightful and funny, if not a little whimsical. In fact, he should do more. Steal more things! Steal more things!

(Grima: Shall!!! Right now!!)

32. Something guaranteed to make them smile/laugh

Scathing commentary on people he hates. This man is a gossip and a first-class professional Bitcher. He can bitch with the best of them. Hearing dirty things about people makes him so happy.

Also, I think he likes word play and clever jokes. Riddling games and the like, especially ones that are terribly, terribly clever are near-guaranteed to make him smile.

I don't know that he laughs all that much. I think he does that snort/exhale as a form of "laughing" but I don't think he does full on laughing. Save very rarely, and I think it's a shockingly warm sound for someone who is a walking glacier in many respects.

49. Favorite toy as a child

Oh gods. This is hands down the toughest question. If only becuase I have only ever envisioned Grima's childhood as fairly toyless. But he would have had toys - even in the bleakest versions he would have had toys.

I can see little Grima, as a four/five/six year old, being partial to a small, carved cow. He likes the gentle eyes and is familiar with cattle and they smell like home. I can see him also having a small wagon as a boy and he would go out to a small copse and pretend to be a runaway who has joined up with a band of robbers or highway men. In the wagon he'd pack food and water and such, also his bow and a small knife.

Practicing a quick get-away since he was eight.

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Thank you both so much! <3 <3 <3 This got long but 0 regrets. Grima deserves it.

#grima wormtongue #lotr #lord of the rings #eomer #lotr ask #ask meme #ask game #anon #reply #Grima Thoughts

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whump-in-the-closet · 2 years ago

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The Scarred Among the Mundane.

cw: death threats, magical whump, captivity, elf whumpee, skeleton walking around in a generally creepy castle

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With a rope around Finn’s neck, the sorcerer drags him forward, into the crowd.

The watching, waiting crowd.

Finn stumbles. “You–”

The sorcerer nudges her horse into a trot, cutting off Finn’s voice by cutting off his air supply.

Dust shifts beneath his boots, rising with the crowd’s low voices.

“Scum.”

“…deserve death.”

“Die slowly—”

Finn rolls his eyes with great effort. “I deserve something better than ‘I hope you die slowly’, don’t you think?” he tells the crowd. “Maybe, ‘I’d greatly enjoy watching you scream for death, and instead of granting it, I’d prolong your miserable life for my own enjoyment.’ Hm? How's that?”

A slight pause. Then someone spits at him.

As the sorcerer pulls Finn out of the town square, he can feel it dripping down the side of his face. Along with the egg yolk.

Disgusting.

Finn wishes, not for the first time and not for the last, that his hands were free. He’d claw his own skin off in an attempt to wipe the food and spit off of his face.

And then he’d strangle the sorcerer. Maybe with the very same rope she’d tied around him. That’s a lovely thought.

The sorcerer yanks harder at the rope and Finn barely manages to catch his balance. “Don’t tell me you can read thoughts.”

They reach the edge of the town– a trampled road leading into green hills. On either side, there’s tall grass and tangled trees and sunlight trapped in the branches.

The sorcerer turns her horse away from the road. “I’d save your breath if I were you. We have a long way to go.”

Finn looks at the sharp grass that rises up to his knees. At the dark forest. The rope rubs awkwardly around his throat with every breath he takes. “You’re making me walk? Have I committed some deep personal wrong against you? What exactly have I done to deserve this?”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to answer that for yourself. I’m not concerned with your wrongdoings.” She pulls Finn into the grass, urging her horse on faster.

Finn has to run to avoid being dragged unceremoniously through the dirt.

The sorcerer takes no hidden path, no secret entrance, no magic portal. Merely rides through thick mud and suffocating vines and deep shadows, taking Finn with her.

What wrongdoings?

Finn laughs.

Wrongdoings.

Behind his eyes, flames dance. Destructive. Beautiful.

So, besides the fires, he’s done nothing wrong. Well. There are the screams. The ones he can’t drown out.

The ones he hears when he’s trying to sleep.

The ones that don’t let him sleep.

Behind the flames, there are always the screams.

He will not apologise for a single fire.

A low-hanging branch cuts him across his face, knocking aside all thoughts of fire and replaced with stinging and a hatred for trees.

Spitting out leaves, he calls out, “How much longer?”

No answer.

“Do you live far away because you hate humans or because you hate me?“

A bird chirps. The sorcerer says nothing.

“Stricken silent, huh? I have been told I have this effect on people.”

The sorcerer lifts her hand, fingers twisted.

Finn doubles over, eyes burning and tongue feeling like a dead weight.

Silence.

The sorcerer sighs, but she slumps further in her saddle. “That's better.” It’s almost a whisper, buried by the overhanging, overarching suffocation of trees.

The ground begins to tilt upwards at an unnatural angle. Up, up, up until Finn’s legs ache. The trees, if possible, thicken.

But by the time they reach the top of the hill, the spell has faded. Finn’s tongue only feels slightly strange and no longer like a brick. An improvement.

And then he sees the fortress.

It’s a towering grey structure– all odd angles and formidding shadows. Dead plants cling to the sides.

Finn swears he can see eyes glowing from the windows. Not a good thought. Not a good one. Nope. Please no. He doesn’t like the idea of eyes.

The sorcerer rides into the courtyard, pulling Finn behind her. He doesn’t look away from the window with the eyes.

A smile pastes itself to the cracked glass, teeth dripping white. The eyes blink and then vanish.

Finn shudders, mouth like cotton.

The sorcerer dismounts in one fluid motion.

Licking cracked lips, Finn forces a smile. “You own all this?”

This time, the sorcerer smiles back. It’s a deeply unsettling smile. Keeping one hand on the rope and the other on her horse, she nods behind Finn. “My father does.”

Finn turns. His false smile falters before failing all together.

There’s a raised garden in the courtyard, and standing over it is a human skeleton. Bone-white. Eyes gaping and dark.

Finn takes a stumbling, rushing step back.

The skeleton, with stiff fingers, begins to weed the garden. Pieces of grass fly into the air, green and yellow.

But Finn can’t get the image of gaping eyes and dull teeth out of his mind.

It’s a long moment before Finn is able to speak. His voice is a choked whisper. “That’s–”

The sorcerer grins. “Was my father. The property is still in his name. Never got around to changing it. Don’t worry, he’ll only come after you if you try to escape.”

Finn’s knees threaten to give out on him.

The sorcerer tightens the rope. “Come. We don’t have all day.”

Numbly, Finn follows her inside the fortress. She takes him down a winding staircase– lit with light that has no source.

The darkness deepens with the cold. They step into a long hall, doors lining either side. The sorcerer kicks open the first one.

“In you go.”

Finn stares at the aching emptiness of the small room. He blinks, swallows hard. You have got to be kidding.

“Elf, I saved your life. The least you can do is show a little gratitude.”

“I said thank you.”

“Your life is in my hands. Do not try my patience.”

Finn snarls. This is bad.

Bad bad bad.

“What exactly does a necromancer want to do with an elf?”

Again, that unsettling smile. “You’ll find out in the morning.” She unlocks the chains around Finn’s wrists and unties the rope around his neck. “And I’m not a necromancer. The name is Verne.”

“Didn’t ask.”

Verne waves towards the cell. “Get in.” Her voice allows no refusal, no argument, no banter.

Finn steps in. Dust rises up in a soft cloud around him. And as the door slams shut, he tries not to flinch.

tagging: @kira-the-whump-enthusiast (lmk if you want to be added/ removed)

#fantasy whump #the scarred among the mundane #finn the arsonist #verne is a threat to the world at large #whump writing #magic whump #elf whumpee #finn is such a little shit sometimes #i love him dearly for it #but hoo boyy #i can’t wait to put him through so much pain #i was gonna wait to post this until after i had written the next piece #but then i thought #actually #i didn’t think at all #i just posted it anyway #whenever i post next is entirely up to the gates #fates**#thansk for listening to my deranged rambling in the tags

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toribookworm22 · 2 years ago

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And a return happy STS to you!

Okay! Pick 3-4 of your favorite characters you've ever made. They can be from current works, past works, one offs, whatever. Got them? Good! They are at the County Fair! This place has all your standard US attractions. Elephant Ears, Funnel Cake, a Ferris wheel, scary house/maze, etc. What is everyone doing until the BIG FIREWORK SHOW in the evening? For the sake of ease, all attractions are free (came with price of admission) and everyone has like 100 bucks to spend on food, drink, souvenirs, or whatever.

If you feel like there would be some date action, there is also a Tunnel of Love of course.

Get silly and fanfictiony with it!

Hey, love! Thanks for the ask!

My picks are:

Tomas, Rolyn, & Maybelle all from The Animatronic Saga. Ready?

I'm starting to think was a terrible idea.

Not many people could've convinced me to come here in the first place, what with the merriment and the noise and the people, but I have an annoyingly large soft spot for the boys that they are now willing to abuse.

Rolyn brushes his pinkie against mine, signal for: Can I grab your hand?

Yeah. Soft spot, all right.

I grip his palm in mine, maybe a little tighter than necessary. "You alright?"

"Fine." My voice has gone reedy.

We step forward in the little line to ride the Ferris Wheel. I risk a glance up at it. Nope. Still looks like a death trap up close. My fingers start tapping against the back of Rolyn's hand.

"Okay, tough guy." He draws the hands we're holding up and around my shoulder-- no, I'm not sure how-- and tugs me out of the line.

Tomas sidles up on my other side. "Not like we have to ride it, Maybelle."

"What?" I feel so small between them and not just because I'm so much shorter. "We can ride it if you want to. I don't mind."

Tomas grins, eyes glinting. "Nice try. This is your first fair and we're only doing what you want to do. So what's first?"

Turned away from the giant death wheel, I'm now face to face with the rest of the monstrosity fair. Overlapping sounds echo from the line of games to our left. There's a few other rides to our right. And dead ahead: "I'm hungry. You hungry?"

Rolyn finally releases my hand, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a neat fold of cash. "Let's go, party people!"

I get one of those too-big-to-hold pretzels and a slushie that tastes more like pure caffeine then a coke. Behind the stand is a ring of picnic tables. I snag the one not already sticky, laying down a few napkins so my pretzel won't spill out onto the wood when it enevitably slips from its paper sleeve.

The first bite isn't half bad. "You've gotta dip it in the cheese," Tomas says, holding out a little plastic container of.

Nose scrunching up, I hesitantly do. "Whatever that is, it's not cheese." I grimace but let it into my mouth and- "Adenrore, that is yummy."

"Told you," Tomas laughs, taking a sip of Rolyn's Sprite.

Rolyn steals it back with a squawk. "Hands off my drink, you gremlin!"

Tomas just turns to me, making Granby hands at my slushie. "What flavor d'you get?"

Shrugging, I slide him the cup. He takes a dip then smacks his lips. "What is that?"

"Was supposed to be coke."

"That is not coke."

Rolyn extends a hand. "Let me try." Takes a sip. "That could be coke."

"Blasphemy." Tomas snatches back my drink. Slurps some more. "Nope. I don't know what it is." Takes another sip.

"Oh my gosh, you have your coding own!"

They both start to laugh, taking bites out of their own snacks. About halfway through my pretzel, my anxiety finally starts fading out. And since there's no way I'm going to finish the whole thing...

"Who's up for some games?"

...

The ground slips away from our feet, the bench swaying a little in the warm wind. There's a giant turtle cushioned on my lap, Rolyn and Tomas’s held hands sitting on top of it. I take a deep breath.

"Yeah?"

I nod, eyes locked on the where the last bits of sunset are. "Yeah. I'm okay."

The boys each lean a little closer into me. "Proud of you, Maybelle."

We stop at the top for a moment. The sky goes dark and there, from the field, they start firing off the fireworks. I've seen several countries and another planet, visited Caverns and traveled through a night sky of stars.

But this is pretty coding beautiful.

#writeblr #writers of tumblr #sweet asks #storyteller saturday asks #animatronic saga #my boys #maybelle clark #very proud of the first half #then i fell asleep and had to wrap it up somehow 😄

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pesterloglog · 1 year ago

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John Egbert, Vriska Serket

Act 5, page 3905-3919

GT: so.

GT: it seems that you are, in fact, an alien. with horns and everything.

GT: huh.

AG: Yes, John. Horns and all. That totally proves I am an alien 8eyond a shadow of a dou8t!

AG: Now what do you make of these 8lank white eyes of mine? What do you think THAT could mean, hmmmmmmmm?

GT: i don't know. aliens usually have big spooky eyes, don't they?

AG: Humans have literally the dum8est extraterrestrial lore. Weren't those supposed to 8e aliens on one of your posters?

GT: haha, you mean mac and me? yeah, even i can admit that movie was indefensible.

AG: Well if you want to know, normally, we have 8right orange eyes, with gray irises. They fill in with our 8lood pigment as we get older.

AG: Also, normally I have this one goofy eye with seven pupils 8ecause I'm kind of a weirdo. 8ut I guess that's gone now that I'm dead.

AG: Not that you 8elieve me, 8ecause you just refuse to remem8er anything.

GT: i can accept that you are an alien, but come on. meeting an alien who is also a GHOST in my front yard is a bit much to believe.

GT: it is almost too awesome.

AG: So you don't remem8er anything a8out the game at all, then? The destruction of your planet? 8ringing your ancestor 8ack to life as a clown woman?

AG: Putting a huge flaming ocean out with your magical wind? Jack Noir? Dying, resurrecting, and possi8ly dying again? Is any of this tickling your sponge?

GT: hmm...

GT: nope. sounds cool though.

AG: Fuck, I cannot 8elieeeeeeeeve how cold it is on this planet. How can any species possi8ly 8e a8le to survive somewhere like this?

GT: yeah, i thought you looked pretty cold out here.

GT: so i brought you this jacket.

AG: Oh.

AG: Ok.

GT: hey, your clothes switched suddenly.

GT: was that some kind of alien wardrobe warpifying technology?

GT: such as a warpdrobe, if you will?

AG: Sure, John. Let's just say that's what it was.

GT: you look pretty cool in more normal clothes. not that your space boots and pixie outfit weren't neat.

AG: Thanks.

AG: So, is this how humans 8egin an earth d8?

AG: With simple acts of flattery and kindness?

GT: um, i don't know about that, really.

GT: it just seemed like the nice thing to do.

GT: is...

GT: is this a date?

AG: No. I've decided this definitely will not 8e a d8.

AG: Not until you remem8er something, at least.

GT: ok, that's probably for the best.

GT: i would probably be pretty nervous on a date with a normal girl, let alone on a...

GT: DATE WITH AN ALIEN SPACE GHOST!!!

GT: heheheheheheh.

AG: Now that you mention it, me too, pro8a8ly. Your goofy awkwardness is a 8it contagious, frankly.

AG: So now what do we do?

GT: well...

GT: since i am presuming you are new to the planet...

GT: i could show you around the place.

GT: this is my green slime ghost pogo ride, in all its glory.

GT: in my childhood, it was hours of fun, and hundreds of painful injuries.

AG: Hey........

AG: This thing isn't slimy at all! What the hell.

GT: nope.

AG: I've noticed humans don't seem to keep any slime around the hive. And yet you are strangely cavalier a8out your open display of certain........ receptacles.

AG: What's the deal with that? Is it that you're just that ashamed of your secretions as a species?

GT: um.

GT: not... really?

GT: humans just don't really have much use for slime, i guess.

GT: honestly, i can't think of a single practical use for slime, other than to be gross!

AG: So 8izarre.

GT: anyway, this thing is kind of a death trap, and i haven't ridden it for years.

GT: i think my dad had it installed as one of his ridiculous ways of making a man out of me.

AG: Sure.

AG: My custodian had her ways of making me tougher too.

GT: yeah.

GT: parents, right? haha.

GT: anyway, that's my back yard. pretty damn boring, sorry.

GT: i would show you inside, but i don't think my dad would take too kindly to bringing an alien inside.

GT: or, just yet. i would need to brace him for it.

AG: That's fine.

AG: What else can you show me?

GT: i could show you around my neighborhood, if you want.

AG: Sounds gr8.

GT: these are my neighbors, who live in a lot of same looking houses as mine.

GT: i never see them. i think they're all really busy people with a lot of serious business to attend to.

GT: hey, look.

GT: the snow is melted over here.

GT: it's really warm suddenly. weird.

AG: Does your planet usually have these kind of temper8ture swings?

GT: no, this is pretty unusual december weather.

GT: guess i'll take my coat off.

GT: i can take yours back, if you want.

AG: No thanks. I think I'll keep it on.

GT: there is not really much to see in this town...

GT: but there are these lakes.

GT: this lake here did not used to be a lake. a long time ago, before i was born, there was a factory here.

GT: my dad says there was a huge explosion. he was walking by with my nanna when he saw it.

GT: then a little later, my nanna died. my dad never told me how, except that it involved a big joke book.

GT: i never knew her, which is too bad. she sounded nice.

AG: I know what happened.

AG: I saw it.

GT: you did?

AG: Yes.

AG: Do you want to know?

AG: It might jostle your memory.

GT: ok!

AG: I 8elieve this lake is where Jade landed. You landed a little ways over there, a8out where your hive is now. You clo88ered your nanna to death with the aforementioned joke 8ook. 8ut it wasn't your fault. You were 8oth just little wigglers, riding meteors from the future.

AG: You cre8ted yourself, your nanna, Jade, her grandpa, not to mention Dave and Rose and their guardians, all in a la8 using paradox slime, and sent them 8ack in time as the silly gru8s with arms and legs you call 8a8ies. And here you were dou8ting the usefulness of slime!

GT: wow, really?

AG: Yes, a8solutely.

AG: I paid close attention to all this, 8ecause I thought it might give me some clues a8out us and our ancestors, who were made the same way.

AG: Any of this familiar?

GT: hmm.

GT: that all sounds incredible if true, but i don't have even the foggiest memory of that happening!

AG: Yeah. I figured as much.

AG: Since you seem 8ent on staying in your dream 8u88le coma, why don't I continue the tour?

GT: the tour... of earth?

AG: Sort of.

GT: what's happening?

AG: We are going on an adventure.

GT: where?

AG: Through your memories.

AG: Through mine too.

AG: This would 8e a really fun thing to do on a d8, I think!

AG: If we actually were on a d8, which we're not.

GT: how is this happening?

GT: is this through the advanced alien technologies?

GT: like holograms, or teleportations?

AG: If that's what you want to think to keep you comfy in your stupor, sure.

GT: where are we?

AG: This is my home planet 8efore it was destroyed.

AG: It's called Alternia.

GT: oh, cool.

GT: and what's that, over there?

AG: That is my hive, which is a thing that you refer to as a house.

AG: It's where I grew up.

GT: it's a castle!!!

AG: No shit!

AG: It is 8ig and fore8oding and ostent8ious, just the way I wanted it.

AG: As a 8lue8lood, I was entitled to 8uild such a home. Something to set me far apart from the commoners.

GT: you built it?

AG: Of course not. Ro8ots 8uilt it for me when I was very young.

AG: 8ut I was allowed to dict8 instructions. Expected to, in fact.

GT: oh gosh.

GT: so rad.

AG: Really?

AG: I still find it interesting what sort of mundane facts humans tend to 8e impressed 8y.

AG: Anyway, my design kind of got 8oring as I got older. A huge castle hive sounds great, 8ut it starts feeling pretty cavernous and lonely after a while. There were so many 8locks I never even used!

AG: Your tastes change, 8ut you get stuck with growing up in a place suited to your earliest, most juvenile inclin8ions.

AG: No8ody tells you that when you're a kid though.

GT: i think i know what you mean.

GT: i feel like a long time ago, i might have given my dad the impression i really liked clowns?

GT: and now there are clowns everywhere, his stupid collection just keeps growing and growing, and it drives me CRAZY.

AG: John........

AG: That 8arely compara8le example is so cute, I don't even know what to say.

GT: heheh.

AG: This was my custodian.

GT: 8O

AG: She was hurt in an accident.

AG: I killed her myself to put her out of her misery.

GT: :(

GT: holy shit, look at these glittering space riches!

AG: Yeah. I was really into treasure hunting for a while.

GT: What's with the broken eight balls?

AG: Never mind those!

AG: This was my respite8lock.

AG: From kind of an em8arrassing memory, actually.

GT: haha, more eight balls!!!

GT: you sure do like to smash them.

AG: John, addiction is a powerful thing. You pro8a8ly wouldn't understand.

GT: what are you wearing?

AG: Just a fairy dress.

AG: I wore it for this stupid thing I did once.

GT: is that a rocket car stuck in the web over there?

GT: what's that about?

AG: Don't worry a8out it! Man, this would 8e such an awkward moment on a d8. Again, if it was one.

GT: there's something really familiar about that rocket...

AG: Let's keep going.

GT: what's happening?

GT: are we back on earth?

AG: You tell me.

GT: it's my house again. why are we here?

GT: i was having fun seeing your planet!

AG: I don't know, John. They're your memories.

GT: this is my dad's room.

GT: but...

GT: i have never been inside of it.

GT: so why do i recognize it?

AG: Shrug!!!!!!!!

GT: i think...

GT: there were some birthday presents for me in here.

GT: but i can't recall which birthday that was.

AG: It was your 13th.

GT: but i'm 12!

GT: oh yeah.

GT: i remember this.

GT: there were these imps all over my house, acting all rambunctious.

GT: but... why?

GT: it's all so hazy.

GT: where is my dad?

AG: Sounds like some things are coming 8ack to you.

AG: Any chance you remem8er me yet?

GT: no.

GT: sorry.

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redoqs · 3 years ago

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Hi, not sure if the Dimitrescu sisters are scared of heights but I would like you to do Dimitrescu sisters x brave reader attempting to slide down one of those very tall water slides with a near vertical drop like "Insano" water slide from Brazil.

I’m telling you rn I absolutely will not be riding that shit nope mm mm, I hit the bottom my face gonna be peeled back from the force

Let’s pretend that the daughters are afraid of heights for this ask

Bela is literally about to break your hand from how high off the ground you two are. She hates heights and when I say hate, she LOATHES heights the only reason why she’s up here with you right now is because you promised that you would hold her through the whole thing and make sure she doesn’t get hurt like the good partner you are🥰🥰 alright after waiting in line forever it’s your turn and it turns out yall have to go one at a time. Now Bela is panicking because what the hell you were supposed to hold her?! But it’s too late to climb back down.

“Please let us go down together. She’s about to pass out.”

So the two of you end up sliding down the ride together and you swore you heard your ribs crack from how hard Bela is squeezing you. Your eardrum bursts from how loud shes screaming and even when you hit the bottom shes still screaming. Bro you’ve never seen Bela like this. She finally registers that you’re at the bottom and she thanks everything she can think of for the fact that she’s still alive.

Cassandra is gonna be like “pfft this shit aint scary” knowing damn well that she can barely stand on a chair without screaming. You’re just like “aight bet” and you two get in line. And wait. The further you climb the more scared you can see Cassandra getting. She’s stiff as hell and refusing to look down. You look concerned.

“Babe, you know we don’t have to do this?”

“I got this. It ain’t even that high!”

You’re 14 stories off the ground but whatever. You reach the top and Cass is literally sweating. She took your arm at one point and now her nails have pierced your skin but you remain strong for your baby🥰🥰🥰 you slide down first, promising to meet her at the bottom and you drop, screaming and shit and the noise scared Cass because wtf did you die? Oh now it’s her turn? Okayokayokayokayokay she’s got this she’s got this!!!! She ready and she’s falling. Bro you’ve never heard Cass scream so loud before like you really can hear her from the bottom. She finally slides down and she flailing like kicking and punching you really have to go over there before she kills someone. You go over there and grab her and hug her telling her she’s okay and it’s alright she’s still alive and she’s never been one to really hold on tight but bruh she’s nearly breaking you in half from how hard she’s holding you

Dani is one of those people who will do scary shit even though she knows she’s scared. She saw the Insano slide and was like “yeah! I gotta ride this!”

“Dani, you’re afraid of heights-“

“Yes, that’s true!”

So you’re standing in line, Dani holding your hand and you know this is a bad idea because Dani can’t stand heights at all and yet here she goes, thinking she can handle this? Okay Kick Buttowski🙄 you’re not even ten feet off the ground yet before Dani is nearly hyperventilating. You ask her if she truly wants to do this because you could always climb back down but ole girl is just gonna be like “yeah I’m fine!” Maam, you have sweat falling down your neck but whatever. So you climb higher and higher and higher and Dani is sweating so much like Goddamn but you can’t go back now. You’re next in line. Dani goes first, wanting to get back to the ground and she readies herself. “You ready?” “Yes! Wait no-“ too late, she’s already sliding and screaming and my god she’s loud like she’s never this loud! Okay maybe she can be but not like this! You go down after her, screaming your own head off until you hit the bottom and you don’t find Dani anywhere. Wtf, where did she go? Oh! There she is! She’s just at the nearest trash can, throwing up into it but she’s alive! You have to carry her through the park back to the car since her legs don’t work

#no I will not be riding that death trap nope #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #resident evil village

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casper-the-rose · 2 years ago

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The Car Ride Home

Part two of this fic

Gareth Emerson x Fem!reader

Warnings: Cursing, slight references to maybe sexual activities, I'm pretty sure that's it

Synopsis: After your sister so rudely refuses to give you a ride home, even after you got her with the boy of her dreams, the pretty boy with fluffy hair offers you a ride home.

Word count: 1.9k

When you and Gareth got back to the clubroom, all the other boys were still awkwardly waiting outside the door for your sister and Eddie. When the guys saw you, Mike shot up.

“Good, Y/n you’re here. We need you to go see whatever the hell your sister and Eddie are doing so we can keep playing DnD.” Mike said, and before you could process half of what came out of his mouth you were being pushed towards the closed door.

“Hey! Why do I have to be the one to go in there!” You protested, but before Mike could answer you were already clumsily falling into the door.

The next sound the boys heard was a shriek, and Gareth was the first one to burst through the door. “ What happened are you hur- OH GOD MY EYES-”

Your sister and Eddie the freak Munson were doing a little more than “making out”. Things no human wanted to see their own sister do, and things no one wanted to see their Dungeon Master do. You silently thanked the world that you showed up then and there because let's face it if you showed up any later you would be screaming for the sweet release of death. That poor, poor DnD table.

Your eyes were sealed shut and covered by your hands for extra measures, but you did take a peek at Gareth through your fingers when you heard his voice, and you couldn’t help but giggle when you saw the look of pure terror on his face.

“This isn’t funny Y/n, your sister is-” Gareth whisper yelled before you cut him off.

“Nope nope nope, don't wanna hear it, Emerson. I’m already making that Wheeler kid pay for my therapy.” You muttered.

“Okay you little shits, you can look now,” Eddie shouted, loud enough for everyone outside of the clubroom to hear.

You cautiously moved your hands down and looked towards your sister and Munson, and you couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when you saw they were on opposite ends of the table. But the second Mike walked back into the clubroom you hit him on the back of the head.

“You’re paying for my therapy you little shit.” You scolded him.

“Ow! Okay okay, I'm sorry, jeez.” That was his response, and you were 99% sure he wasn’t even really sorry. You rolled your eyes with a sigh and looked over to Gareth. He had his arms crossed, and his expression was a mix of annoyed, relieved, disgusted, and still terrified.

“I really suggest you guys wipe down that table before continuing the campaign,” Gareth said, a look of disgust overpowering every other emotion on his face. It looked like he had finally processed what just happened.

The rest of the club erupted in “Ew!”s and “That's disgusting!”

Your sister looked like she was about to murder you, which made you put your hands up in defense. “Hey, don’t get mad at me for getting you and the guy of your dreams together.” Which just made things go arguably worse

“That's it, you’re walking home.”

“What!? That’s more than a five-mile walk, I don't even have a bike-” You protested, but your sister just crossed her arms.

“Should’ve thought of that earlier.”

“Dad and Mom’ll kill you for just leaving me here alone on your watch! I could get kidnapped.”

“Oh don’t worry, I'm sure you’ll be just fine. Just steal some kid's bike or get a ride from someone else.”

Before you could argue with her about how stupid of an idea that was, Gareth piped up.

“I could give you a ride home if you want.” You quickly turned your head to face him, and when he saw the look on your face he went red. “I-I mean I just think it’ll be better than stealing some poor kid's bike, and I doubt you’ll want to be trapped in a van that reeks of weed with a bunch of freshmen-” He rambled, but you just chuckled and shook your head at him.

“It would be great if you could give me a ride home.” You smiled before glancing over at your sister, who had a devilish grin on her face.

“Looks like you’re not the only one who can play mat-”

“Heyyy look at the time we should wrap this up now considering It’s almost 1 am, and I'm sure the freshmen have curfew soon, right?” You talked over your sister.

“Oh shit yeah, didn’t realize how late it was,” Lucas agreed, looking at his watch.

Everyone began helping clean up, and Gareth make Eddie begrudgingly wipe down the DnD table while he watched with a disappointed look on his face.

“I expected more from you, Edward Munson.”

“Shut up.”

When everything was cleaned up, Eddie started poorly trying to flirt with Ellie as Dustin pulled on his sleeve.

“You’re giving us a ride home, right? Right? Rightttt?” Dustin kept repeating until Eddie sighed and turned to him.

“Yes, now leave me alone Henderson.”

“I can’t! If I’m not back in time for curfew my mom’ll ground me.” Dustin whined.

You rolled your eyes and wandered over to where Gareth was, quietly observing as he gently placed all his DnD things in his folder. It made you smile, watching how careful he was being. It reminded you of a little kid carefully putting away his action figures. When Gareth was finished, he turned around and almost fell when he saw you.

“Jesus! Y/n! Don’t scare me like that.” He sighed, hand on his chest.

“Sorry! Didn’t realize I was staring,” You chuckled awkwardly.

“So...Are you ready to go?”

“Yep.” You nodded and slightly cringed at how awkward the conversation had gone.

You waved goodbye to your sister and the other hellfire members, before walking with Gareth out to the parking lot. Once again, before you got to the school’s double doors Gareth rushed in front of you and dramatically opened the door for you with a bow, which made you giggle.

“God my sister’s gonna kill me for breaking her window.” You muttered as you walked over to the passenger side of Gareth’s car, which was right next to your own.

“I mean, she did lock you in there for like five hours. I’d say she deserves it.” Gareth mumbled while shoving various items of trash from the floor and dashboard to where you couldn’t see.

“Sorry about the mess, I wasn’t planning on driving any pretty girls home,” Gareth said with a chuckle, and once again you got butterflies in your stomach when the words “pretty girl” left his mouth.

“It’s fine, I’ve seen worse. You should’ve seen how bad my sister’s van used to be.” You muttered, more to yourself than him, getting into the passenger seat.

It was awkwardly silent as Gareth started driving. You both attempted to make small talk, but it was just as, if not more, awkward and ended very quickly.

“So…What was a pretty girl like you doing trapped in a van anyway? Didn’t you say you were 16 and could legally drive?” Gareth teased, although he seemed genuinely curious.

“Well, it's not to trick pretty boys like you into giving me rides home if that's what you think,” you said with a chuckle, looking over at Gareth. You smiled when you saw how his face had gone a light shade of pink.

“My parents both work a lot, and my little siblings are always at some friend's house,” You continued to explain, ”That leaves my darling older sister in charge of me most Friday nights because god forbid my parents to leave their 16yr daughter alone for a couple of hours.” You huffed.

“That sucks,” Gareth said with a shake of his head. “So is that why you don’t have a license?”

“The reason for that Emerson will remain a secret. Who knows, maybe I do use it as an excuse to get pretty boys to give me rides home,” You teased.

Gareth rolled his eyes, but you noticed the pink on his face seemed to deepen before he realized something.

“Wait! You never told me where you lived!”

“Oh yeah about that, you missed the exit a while ago,” You said with a shrug.

“Why didn't you tell me!”

“I don’t know! We were just finally talking and I figured being a little late to curfew wasn’t such a bad idea.” You crossed your arms with a huff.

Gareth laughed and shook his head, his loose curls bouncing up and down.

“You are one special girl Y/n.” He turned to look at you, but you weren’t even paying attention.

His laugh. God, you thought it was possibly one of the best sounds you had ever heard. But you quickly snapped back to reality.

“Gareth! Eyes on the road!”

“Shit!”

“God, you’re worse of a driver than I would be!” You fought to hold off giggles. “I don’t mind missing curfew but I would prefer getting home in one piece.”

“Well, that's kinda hard when you still haven’t told me where you lived.” Gareth teased.

“Fine,” You rolled your eyes before finally telling Gareth your address.

After that, conversations between you and him flowed easily. Most of the conversations were filled with laughs and giggles, and it turns out you and Gareth have a really similar sense of humor. But where did the similarities stop? Drums.

“Look, all I’m saying is drums can’t be that hard to learn,” You stated matter-of-factly, arms crossed.

“Bullshit! I bet you’ve never even touched a drumset.” Gareth practically screamed as he parked in front of your house.

“Fine, you’ve got me there,” You rolled your eyes and got out of the car, but before you walked away Gareth rolled the window down. “Hey! L/n.” You walked back and rested your arms on the rolled-down window, and Gareth opened his mouth to say something else. But before he could get any words out an idea popped into your head.

“I have a proposal. 2 pm tomorrow, you pick me up and give me a drum lesson. I can prove how easy it is to learn the drums. Or I completely fail and you can rub it in my face for the rest of eternity. “

Gareth’s face lit up as his eyes went wide and a goofy smile appeared.

“Yeah! That’s a great idea! I-I mean yeah, that sounds cool. Cool. I’m up for it.”

You laughed at how hard the boy was trying to seem tough, but ultimately failing.

“Then it’s a date.” You smiled, before walking up to your doorstep. When you turned back around, Gareth was doing fist pumps. Your heart melted when you saw how giddy and excited he was.

“I can still see you, pretty boy!” You shouted at him, watching as his face went red in embarrassment, but quickly he smiled to himself and shook his head.

“See you at 2 pm sharp pretty girl!” He shouted back.

Your heart melted, and at this point, you were sure it was just a slimy pile of goo as you watched him drive away until his car was hidden by trees. Suddenly your face went red hot as you realized what just happened.

You had a date.

With Gareth Emerson.

Before you knew it you were the one first pumping in delight.

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This Waking Nightmare (Part 1) Yandere!Morpheus x Fem!Reader

Part 2

Summary: Even before his capture, Dream of The Endless had always longed for a loving partner to share his eternity with, and when he finds that an unexpected turn of events may be the first step towards gaining what it is he has been yearning for for so very long, he’ll do anything to make it a reality.

So when Alex Burgess unexpectedly flees after the death of his father, leaving Fawney Rig to crumble into disrepair, Dream had no idea that his salvation would come, not in the form of any of his siblings, nor by any feat of cunning on his part, but simply by the unprecedented arrival of a single mortal girl who would go on to forever reshape and change the very fabric of the Dreamlord’s endless existence.

Warnings: There are no warnings for now, these first few chapters will be fairly tame.

Neil Gaiman is a master storyteller and I own nothing related to The Sandman in any of its forms and/or adaptations.

As soon as you heard the word ‘initiation’, you knew you should have noped right the fuck out of the situation and said screw the consequences.

When you arrived in England to attend school at the University of Sussex, you had, due to some minor paperwork issues regarding your student visa and passport, unintentionally arrived a few weeks later than planned, and thus, had also missed the chaos of those initial first weeks. It was a tad bit embarrassing to arrive so late, and many of the people in your classes took notice of your unexpected arrival and obviously had questions, but you figured that the slight faux pas would mend itself in time as you grew more accustomed to your new surroundings and the cultural differences of the country. It was hard being so far away from your friends and family, but it was no less exciting.

That’s why you had initially been so thrilled when the group you were-… had been with, had approached you in the cafeteria last week and invited you to eat and study with them. You recognized a few of them from some of your classes and hadn’t given it a second thought. They had seemed nice enough, and when they once again invited you to hang out, this time to go and do something fun, you immediately agreed.

It had been fun at first; going out and experiencing the local nightlife and bar scene in a new country with people who you thought were going to be new friends.

But…

Things had started to turn sour when one of the girls, a tall and immaculately beautiful brunette by the name of Gabby, had suggested that you all should go and explore the ‘famed’, Fawney Rig; a supposedly haunted mansion that was once the home of a cult known as the Order of the Ancient Mysteries, back during WW2.

The idea wasn’t all that appealing in your opinion, not because you lacked any sense of adventure, but because if the authorities were to get involved for some reason or another, you could potentially lose your full ride scholarship and be sent home. But, the last thing you wanted was to be seen as a boring old stick in the mud, so you had feigned excitement and agreed to tag along.

During the half hour drive, Gabby had enthusiastically given you a quick rundown on the supposed ‘legend’ surrounding the manor’s history. You pretended to act interested, but had only managed to retain a few slivers of the heavily embellished information. Something about a man named Roderick Burgess who founded a dark magic cult and who was rumored to have the Devil trapped in his basement. He eventually died of old age and his son disbanded the Order and left, leaving the once beautiful home to fall into disrepair and the rumors to spread that spoke of it being haunted by ghosts and demons.

“There’s nothing in the basement though.” The driver of the van, Kalvin, said in a cryptic tone. “People have been looking down in that place for decades, but no one’s ever found anything remotely interesting. Most of the occult stuff was either sold during the early estate sales, or picked off by looters and the like over the years.” He continued on. “We’ve been there before and the place is full of more dust and cobwebs than anything else these days.”

You were just about to make a comment when one of the others loudly shouted out that you had arrived at the destination, and you looked out the window at the dark and foreboding structure that seemed to rise up over the ground like a monster borne from hell itself. You weren’t all that surprised to find that it fit the bill perfectly for almost every trope filled gothic horror movie mansion in literary and cinematic history. All it needed to complete the ambiance was a flash of ominous lightning and a dangling window shutter blowing in the howling wind to set the stage. And since neither of those things took place, you didn’t feel all that hesitant about entering.

Until Gabby spoke again and you felt a tightening in your gut that told you this night likely wasn’t going to end well for you.

“I have an idea.” She said excitedly, and turned her ‘not so friendly any longer’ gaze on you. “How about we let (Y/N) explore by herself for the first few minutes, then we follow in afterwards.”

“And why exactly would I do that?” You asked, making sure to keep your voice as flat and even toned as possible, despite how nervous you were feeling. Girls like Gabby could smell fear and skittishness like sharks with blood in the ocean, and the last thing you wanted was to give her what she probably wanted.

“Because it would be fun. Just think of it as a kind of initiation to join our little circle.” She said, sounding just a tad too defensive to be convincing. Whether that was because you weren’t giving her the nervous scaredy-cat reaction she was likely hoping for, or because of something else, you didn’t know, either way, she obviously didn’t like being questioned.

“It almost sounds like you don’t trust us.” She went on, faking a sad attempt at a pout.

“Maybe because I’ve seen one too many bad horror movies and I know that this sort of thing is as cliché a set up for one as you can possibly get.” You shot back, actually getting bored with conversation now that you could see her feathers were starting to get ruffled. “Let me guess; you expected me to go in there, scared out of my wits because of your little ghost story, then you slam the door and lock me in until I’m screaming and crying and begging to be let out while you all have a good laugh at my expense.” You shoved your hands into the deep pockets of your coat and gave them all a bright but condescending smile. “Am I on track, or do I need to keep going?”

They all stared at you with fidgety expressions and you knew right then that this had likely been their plan from the beginning, and you felt your heart sink a bit at the loss of what you had originally hoped would be the start of a decant friendship with some of them. You did feel a slight modicum of satisfaction though when you noticed that Gabby in particular looked very put off over her plan being foiled by your reliance on nothing more than pure common sense.

“Hay now…” Kalvin spoke up, raising his hands up in the universal gesture of ‘calm down, we’re all friends here’. “It’s not like we were planning on hurting you or anything, it was just going to be a joke.”

“Doesn’t sound like a very funny joke to me, asshole.”

“Maybe if you weren’t such a buzzkill it could have been.” You heard Gabby mumble under her breath, making her sound more and more like a petulant child.

You let out a humorless laugh. “Oh yes, it’s such a crying shame that I won’t allow myself to be humiliated and harassed by you all.” You sent them all another smile, this one full of teeth, and set your eyes on the obvious ringleader. “Gabby, I’m gonna guess that this bright idea was yours, right? That must explain why its attempted execution was so sad and pathetic.”

The indignant screech she let out next sounded like something a severely wounded animal would make and you knew that if looks could kill, you’d be dead ten times over by now, but you refused to let them and this harmless little attempt at cruelty get the better of you.

“Now don’t go getting your panties in a twist.” You said, rolling your eyes at her childish behavior and turned back to the others who were all staring at you with wide eyes and gaping mouths. “I’ll still go in there by myself if it’ll make the whining little princess over there end her bitch-fit, just don’t expect to get the reaction you were hoping for.”

Okay… in hindsight, maybe common sense wasn’t your strong suit after all…

Not only did you quite willingly walk right into the situation you now found yourself in, but you also didn’t do yourself any favors by antagonizing the already agitated bitch queen. But you’d already made your decision, and you sure as hell weren’t about to back down now and look like a fool. So with squared shoulders, you quickly made your way over to one of the others who held a flashlight and snatched it from his slackened grip.

“Hay! You can’t-” Gabby started, but you cut her off.

“I’m not stepping one foot inside that place with just my phone's flashlight, and if you try and take it from me, I’m gonna shove it so far up your bony little ass that your stomachs gonna glow from the inside out.” You threatened her, and you must have come across as pretty damn intimidating, because her already pale skin grew a few shades lighter in the flashlights glow and she immediately took a step back.

You typically tried to be a nice person, but with a good amount of tequila running through your system and a chip on your shoulder because of this whole situation, you were done playing around. Growing up in a rather rough neighborhood back home had taught you early on that push-back was one of the best ways to get a bully to back down, and Gabby was stereotypical bully 101.

“Well?” You said, looking at two of the guys expectantly. “You gonna lift that plank away from the door for me or not? I’d like to get home to my bed sooner rather than later.”

Oddly enough, they immediately rushed to do as you said, probably still too stunned by the situation going further off the rails then what they had been expecting. It was obvious that none of them had anticipated your reaction to their little prank and you were able to use that to your advantage a bit.

Once the huge double doors were opened, you made your way inside, but not without getting one last dig in on Gabby, because as you made to walk past her, you flashed her a saucy wink and then proceeded to spit in her general direction. You took great satisfaction when the wad of saliva landed directly on the tip of one of her pretty shoes and she screamed in outrage, shouting profanities and curses at you all the while..

You stepped inside, and despite its decrepit interior and the mediocre illumination of your flashlight showing you glimpses of the ripped up wallpaper and graffiti streaked across every surface, it was clear that the place was still an impressive sight to behold. You could only imagine how beautiful it must have been in its hay-day, when it would have been filled with furniture and everything would have been clean and polished, all nice and pretty.

You only slightly flinched when the door was intentionally slammed shut behind you and you really weren’t all that surprised to hear the muffled sounds of your one-time-only friends rushing back to the vehicle and driving away. They probably thought that leaving you alone in such a frightening place would terrify you and be a good punishment for spoiling their fun. Too bad for them, you weren’t so easily frightened by rumors and urban legends of ghosts and the things that go bump in the night.

Letting out a heavy sigh, you leaned back against the door and pulled out your phone. You had absolutely no service out here, but you at least had a full battery. You remembered that you’d had service up until the turn-off that led down to the mansion, and it would probably take an hour or so for you to walk back up to the main road and call for a ride.

You knew you should walk out and start making your way back, it was already so late after all, but a part of you was now curious to explore the dilapidated structure of Fawney Rig and get a look at its mysterious basement. It was probably a bad idea, and even with the flashlight helping to guide your way, there were a number of things that could go wrong; you could slip and badly hurt yourself, you could step on a rusty nail or something and get tetanus, hell, there could even be a crazed axe murderer lurking around the place just waiting for you to be their next victim.

That one was honestly more plausible than a ghost or demon jumping out to scare you.

The morbid thought somehow left you feeling strangely relaxed and you couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up out of your throat. The lack of fear or caution was likely helped by the alcohol still buzzing about inside of you, but you also knew that this was nothing new for you. All your life, you’d never been the type of person who was easily scared. As a little girl, you had the normal and irrational fear that any child has at those ages, but once you were old enough to know better, to know that there wasn’t anything lurking in the dark or a monster hiding in your closet and under your bed, you quickly outgrew those phases.

In your experience, real people were far more frightening than superstitions and make-believe stories.

And with that disturbingly comforting thought, you set off to explore a bit. Perhaps you’d even be lucky enough to find something to drop at Gabby’s feet the next time you saw her and her little group of assholes, you thought with a wicked smile. A big ass spider to drop into her lap would be both hilarious and satisfying, but then she wouldn’t know if it had truly come from the mansion or not. Maybe a candelabra, or even some other small trinket, if there were any to be found in this bare-bones place.

You would just have to keep your eyes peeled for anything of interest.

—————

How long had it been since he’d been left alone down here in the darkness?

Too long, he thought to himself, with no outside light or living thing coming and going, there was no true passage of time, just the same nothingness moment after moment.

He could sometimes hear the scurrying of mice and rats as they moved about the chamber, and he would even occasionally catch the muffled sounds of the people who would break into the abandoned mansion above, but not much more than that.

When Alex Burgess fled Fawney Rig after the long awaited death of his father, he’d had his prison moved into a secret chamber below the basement, and the entrapment circle reapplied with something, he wasn’t entirely sure what, that wouldn’t be so easily shifted as sand or washed away like ordinary paint. When last he saw the boy, he’d actually had the nerve to apologize to him and try to justify his actions and reasons for doing what he was doing in continuing to keep him held prisoner. Before his father’s death, he did not hold the boy accountable for anything except the death of poor Jessamy, and even that was more his father’s doing than his own, but that all changed the moment Roderick Burgess met his end and he still refused to free him.

After that, the mortal had every right to fear him all the more.

He was likely dead by this point anyway, and Morpheus silently lamented that he would never be able to exact his vengeance, should he ever find himself fortunate enough to be freed from this horrid cage.

If he were anything less than endless, he probably would have been driven to insanity after being confined in the dark for so long, but unfortunately, time did not move any faster for a being such as him, it was merely the way he and his siblings processed those oh so long stretches of time that differentiated them from other beings, both mortal and immortal. Most creatures were simply not equipped to withstand centuries and eons of time and life, and he had seen time and time again how badly it could affect those lesser creatures.

Oh, they certainly viewed immortality as a blessing for a few hundred years or so, but it usually always went one of two ways for those who became cursed with it; they either went mad after a while and ended up begging for death after realizing that an eternity of life was not at all what they had been expecting, or they grew cold and apathetic to everything around them.

Well, not all of them anyway, he thought with a bittersweet smile, there was still one he knew for certain would never lose his lust for life and the joys and misfortunes to be found in it.

Hob Gadling…

He often thought of the immortal human during the last century, or however long it had been, and he regretted how their last meeting had gone. The man was right to have said he met with him every century, not to test his theory, but because he was lonely and wanted some kind of companionship, though he wasn’t sure he’d ever be willing to admit that out loud to anyone but himself.

Even as the King of Dreams, with all the power he had at his fingertips and the wonders that dwelled within his realm, he could speak from personal experience and admit that after so long, apathy was an emotion he knew all too well. Life, even an endless one of magic and otherworldly wonders, lost its luster after so long. He had long been on that path before his capture, but now? Now he would give anything to see something of beauty and life, familiar or unfamiliar, it didn’t matter, anything would be better than this blasted darkness.

He would even be willing to set aside past grudges and see Desire at this point, that is how desperate he was for any kind of relief from this solitude.

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Sometime later, it was the muffled sound of a door slamming and the creaking of floorboards that drew his attention away from his morose thoughts.

Someone must be up there, moving about the manor, he thought to himself. Strange though that it only sounds like one individual, normally it was always a group.

In the silent darkness, Morpheus sat as still as he could, soaking in the sounds created by that of another living being. He knew it wouldn’t do anything to change his situation, but he would take whatever small reprieves he could get at this point.

His curiosity peaked however, when he heard the soft footfalls getting closer and closer to the upper door that led down into the basement.

Over the years, he had more or less pieced together the rumor about the Devil supposedly being locked in the mansion’s basement from the bits of conversation he’d managed to hear throughout the decades. It took no effort at all on his part to deduce that the ‘Devil’ the rumor spoke of was none other than himself, and he couldn’t help but imagine that Lucifer Morningstar would take much amusement in hearing such a ridiculous thing. It was one of the few things that brought him even a modicum of respite from his loneliness.

As the steps drew closer, he really did try not to, but somehow he always managed to get his hopes up in these rare moments. Every time someone entered the basement, he found himself near praying that they would somehow find him and set him free at long last.

It was wishful thinking that did him no favors, but considering his situation, there was little else he could do.

But what Morpheus could have never predicted, what even his elder brother, Destiny, had never seen coming, was the unexpected appearance of a single mortal girl who would go on to forever reshape and change the very fabric of the Dreamlord’s endless existence.

I hope you all enjoyed this opening chapter to my newest fic! This is an entirely new fandom for me, so please, let me know what you think of it!

Please forgive any minor potholes or inconsistencies, I tried my best to make the detail changes make sense for the story I wanted to tell while still keeping in line with the original source material. This is mostly based off of the Netflix series, but there are some details about the comics and audio books thrown in for flavor.

And as always, I want to give a very BIG thank you to my amazing friend @talpup for all the brainstorming and encouragement on these stories! I’m sure I would have given up on this blog a while ago if it wasn’t for all of their help. I highly encourage anyone who takes the time to read this to go over to their page or their AO3 account under the same name and check out their works, especially Chaos and Lost Song. They are two of my favorite BNHA fics of ALL TIME! And who has also started their own Yandere!Overhaul fic called Crossroads and is set in a 1920′s prohibition style era, it’s amazing and you really need to check it out!

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