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multifandomlover01 · 9 months ago

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Be Careful What You Wish For

Sub!Spencer Reid x Fem!Dom!(BAU!)Reader (female anatomy at least)

Established Relationship

WC: ~2.3k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI sub!Spencer, dom!reader, Spencer gets the silent treatment, cockwarming, edging as a punishment is mentioned, Mommy kink, bit of mean teasing

Summary: Spencer needs to work…but he needs his girlfriend too. She disagrees...until she doesn't

Set during: S1

Gif cred: Ropoto

You’d gone over to his desk late into the evening to give him some water. You two were the last at the office. He grabs your wrist gently before you can get too far away from him.

“Stay?” He asks softly as he looks up at you.

“No, baby, you need to work. You know you do.” You shake your head.

“But I need you too. Please?” He was giving you those damned pleading eyes.

“Hon. I can’t. You need to work.”

“Just sit on my lap, ok?”

“Oh, yeah, like that’s a great idea.” You chuckle.

“I promise I won’t do anything. Please. Just sit on my lap while I work.”

"This isn't going to go well." You grumble as you sit in his lap as he'd pulled his chair out. He pulls himself back to his desk as close as he's able to with you now on his lap. He has one arm around your waist to steady you and to keep you close to him while his other hand holds a case file that he's reviewing.

“I totally shouldn’t be concerned about the fact that I have not been on your lap five minutes and I can already feel your boner, right?”

“‘M sorry. I couldn’t help it.” He mutters.

“Is this why you wanted me to sit on your lap? Because you were horny?”

His cheeks heat up and his gaze averts to the floor.

“Look at me.” Your tone is a gentle command. You didn’t say his name or say please. And why should you have to when he obeys you just the same like this?

His eyes lift to meet your gaze. You’re not happy. And why should you be? He should be working, not deriving pleasure from you sitting in his lap.

“I’m sorry. I can’t concentrate without you near.” he whispers softly.

“And how do you propose you concentrate with me here?”

"I dunno." He murmurs.

"You don't know?" You chuckle. You try to get off of his lap, but he squeezed you tighter.

"Don' go, please." He murmurs as he nuzzles your neck.

"Spencer...I need to get off of you. How will you ever concentrate on your work with me in your lap because it makes you hard?"

"I'll make it go away. I promise." He whines.

"We both know it isn't going to go away as long as I'm in your lap." You cross your arms and give him a stern look. "Let me up."

He pouts. He really doesn’t want you to leave his lap.

"Come on now, none of that."

"Miss...please." He whispers.

"Oh no, no, no. Definitely none of that at work."

"Please, miss...I need you...besides...there's no one else here." He mumbles into your neck.

"That's not the point. Stop it. Right now." You say as sternly as you can muster. You're really not happy he's being like this at work. You'd both agreed this was only for private time.

He whimpers. But pulls back. "'M sorry." He mutters. "You can get off if you want...I don't deserve you being on my lap." He pouts again and you're not sure if he's trying to guilt you or if he's truly remorseful.

"If I want? You're allowing me off your lap now?"

He realizes his mistake. "I'm sorry. You can do whatever you want...obviously...just...ignore me." He mumbles.

You get off of his lap and go back over to your desk to continue your work while he stayed at his desk and continued his. He shuffles over to your desk when he's finished with his work, satchel slung over his shoulder. He's ready to leave and he's waiting patiently for you. He doesn't say anything. He just stands there in front of your desk.

You merely glance up at him before continuing to finish up your work. You make him stand there and wait for you to finish, being purposefully slower then usual. He picks up on this but does not dare to say anything about it to you.

You finally finish your work, logging off of your computer and shutting it down. You get up and pack up, walking away from your desk, across the bullpen and towards the exit without so much as another glance towards him. He follows you like the good little puppy dog that he is. His long legs allow him to get to the glass doors first to open one for you. You walk through without glancing at him or saying thank you. He crosses the threshold and again strides over to the elevator and doesn't make you wait for him to press the down button. He wouldn't want to make you more upset than you already were.

When the elevator doors open, he lets you enter first before getting in and pressing the Garage Floor button. You stand in silence as the elevator descends. He glances at you every once in a while but you do not grant him the pleasure of glancing back. You're not glaring at him, you're not looking at him at all. It's torture.

The elevator doors open and he lets you exit first before following you. He stays a respectful distance behind you. He wouldn't want to annoy you by being too close but he knows you don't like it either when he's too far in front of or behind you.

He says nothing as you both load your things into the car before getting into the passenger's seat. You don't say anything either as you get into the driver's seat and start the car. The drive to your shared apartment is torturously silent as well. You don't say anything as you drive and he again does not dare to speak to you.

You pull up to your apartment complex after the drive and park the car in your reserved spot. He waits for you to get out, an indication that you still do not wish to speak to him before he himself gets out and retrieves his satchel from the backseat.

He walks quicker than you to buzz into the lobby and to open the door for you. He sighs in relief when you walk ahead of him again and choose to walk the three flights of stairs instead of making him endure another horrible elevator ride.

He follows behind you at a respectful distance as you both ascend the stairs. He doesn't talk the whole way up to your floor. He gets in front of you and opens the door to your floor, letting you lead the way to your door. You stop at your door and look to him. He understands that you want him to open this door for you as well so he gets his key out and does just that, holding it open for you as you enter first before following behind you and closing and locking the door.

You say nothing once inside. You kick your shoes off. You take your jacket off and put it on a chair, putting your purse down on the dining table as well. You turn to look at him. Your expression is very stern. You're not very happy with him right now. He wishes you'd say something but he knows if you want to just give him a stern expression and say nothing at all to him, you were well within your rights to do so. You owed him nothing. He deserved nothing.

"What were you thinking pulling what you tried to pull at work? And I don't care that there wasn't anyone there. You know full well cleaning and maintenance crews may start working around that time."

"I shouldn't have acted the way I did. I'm sorry." He says softly, not being able to look you in the eyes.

"I hope you'll understand that sorry just isn't going to cut it when you disrespect me like that."

"I do understand, yes." He nods, glancing up at you before averting his gaze to the floor again.

"Good. Go sit on the couch."

Not daring to disobey you, he promptly goes over to the couch and sits down. You make him sit there and wait before you go over to the couch, now without your blouse. Spencer has to force himself not to look at your chest. You shed your bra next and Spencer can feel his face heat up as he tries desperately not to look at your bare breasts. He instinctively knows that you wouldn't want him ogling you right now.

"You don't wanna look at me, hon?" You ask and he can tell by your tone that you're teasing him.

He shakes his head no. He is afraid of making a wrong move.

"Why not? You were so hard and desperate for me earlier but now you don't even wanna look at me?" He's not looking at you but he can imagine that you're pouting.

You step closer to him. He still does not look at you. Instead, he's counting the stiches on the nearest throw pillow. You decide to let him spare himself for now and continue to strip out of your clothes. First your slacks and then your underwear.

He can hear the rustling of fabric. He knows you're stripping. He can see it out of the corner of his eye but still refuses to look at you. Even as you climb into his lap, his eyes are fixed on the throw pillow.

20...21...22...23...24...25

He shudders as your hands caress his neck. For now, you let him look at and do whatever he wants as you do whatever you want. And what you want to do is make him hard again so you rock your hips against his. His breath catches.

35...36...37...38...39...40

He tries to concentrate more on counting the stitches but he knows he's dangerously close to losing count and having to start over. You continue to rock against him and he involuntarily whimpers softly.

It doesn't take him very long to get hard again. He's that pathetic and he finds you that attractive. Once he's having a hard time containing his whimpers, you know he's good and ready. You get off of his lap to get his cock out of his slacks. He doesn't move (his hands or anything else) because he hasn't been told to.

"Look at me when I sink down onto your cock." You command and he obeys although he's not sure how long he is going to be able to last. He is sure that the look in your eyes alone was enough to make him cum. But he hasn't been given permission to cum so he doesn't.

He maintains eye contact with you as you position yourself and rub his cockhead up and down your already wet folds. He doesn't look down at it because he hasn't been instructed to. He looks into your eyes and has to fight to keep his eyes open as you push his cockhead against your vaginal entrance. You slowly sink down on him until you are fully seated and back in his lap again, your bare thighs spread out and touching the fabric of his slacks.

And so you just sit there on his lap. His hands stay at his sides and he maintains eye contact with you. You aren't moving. You aren't rocking. You aren't bouncing. You're just...sitting.

"Isn't this what you wanted earlier? For me to sit on your lap?" You ask softly. Your tone and eyes suggest that you’re teasing him just a bit. He wants you to do more? Too bad. He’s getting exactly what he wanted.

His stomach drops. You are right, of course. Earlier he was trying to get you to sit on his lap and now...here you were...on his lap. And he was hard earlier, just like he is now. And he can't deny that the thought of you warming his cock while he worked hadn't crossed his mind when you were sitting in it at work.

"Answer me, Spencer." You request gently.

"Y-yes," he admits softly, "this is...what I wanted earlier."

"And are you gonna be a good boy for Mommy while she gives you what you want?"

He nods, looking at you still. "Yes, Mommy. I'll be…a good boy." He murmurs softly.

"Do you like being inside of me like this, hon?" Your tone is sweet, still a little teasing but not as much as before.

"Y-Yes...I do." He nods slightly.

"See? All you had to do was be patient, baby. You didn't have to be a naughty boy. But...if you had been a good boy at work...maybe Mommy would be bouncing on your cock right now. But she isn't, is she?"

"N-no...she's not." He instinctively pouts lightly. Of course he’s sad that you’re just sitting still and not riding him, using him. But you’re giving him what he wanted. So he should be grateful, shouldn’t he?

“That’s right. She’s just sitting in your lap like you wanted earlier. She’s just giving you what you want. And you should be grateful. Mommy didn’t have to indulge you at all. You were a bad boy. You made Mommy upset. I could’ve edged you for a couple of hours instead.” You caress his face with your fingertips.

He looks at you wide eyed as you mention edging.

“Oh…you don’t like that idea, do you?” You chuckle softly.

He shakes his head no.

“So you’re grateful to Mommy for giving you what you wanted, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, Mommy. I’m grateful. I was a bad needy boy. Thank you for not punishing me more harshly.”

As you continue to just sit there on his lap, he whimpers when you rub your clit a bit and provide some more lubricant. Your wet and warm cunt envelops his cock completely. His cock fits snuggly inside of it like it was made for him. Or rather…your cock fits snuggly inside of you like it was made for you. And maybe it was. He belongs to you. Every part of him is yours. To love. To hold. To cherish. To praise. To use. To punish.

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thedevildompolybunch · 2 years ago

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There's Two (Leviathan X Reader)

Location: Leviathan's room

Summary: Levi is embarrassed to get sexually intimate with MC. How could they possibly love him after his peculiar secret?

Notes: I’ve been thinking about Levi and MC making out and fooling around in his bathtub for the first time and I couldn’t get it out of my head so this fan fiction was born

What to expect: NSFW, Smut, Fluff, comforting, 2 dicks, fishlike Levi, blow job, stroking cocks, established relationship. (posted to Wattpad and AO3) I'm currently only caught up to chapter 32.

Things were getting pretty heated between you and Leviathan. It took him a bit to warm up to the idea that you wanted him. Why would someone want to date an icky shut-in like him?

You, of course, knew why you wanted someone like Levi. He was kind to you, creative, artistic, and most of all he was so fun to share games with.

You sat in the bathtub playing your Switch, listening to Levi frantically click around to collect his daily rewards before midnight. It was cozy being in Levi’s room, anime music usually played softly in the background to cover up awkward silences and his typing was comforting; it reminded you that he was there.

The clock hit midnight and you heard Levi’s hands smack the desk victoriously. Now that that was over, he came over to look at what you were playing.

“I’d recommend upgrading before continuing.”

You smile as you feel his breath tickle the back of your neck.

“Levi! I know how to play.”

“If you say so. But I did see that you need 2,000 XP to be eligible for the boss fight and upgrading your sword would both be tactical for the final fight as well as give you the points that you need to enter the final battle. Especially since you made your last two upgrades, upgrades to your overall HP ones.”

You sigh and ignore his helpfully arrogant advice to inquire about his game.

"So did you get all your dailies?"

Levi's heart skipped a beat. He loved that you genuinely wanted to hear about his game.

"Yes! If you log in for 30 days in a row, you’ll get a special mystery skin for your character. Missing out on that would make me look like some casual normie."

You turned slightly to look at him and vented your mutual understanding.

"I get it! I missed out on the holiday skins from last year, and it’s taunting to see other players posting about it.”

Levi nodded in agreement.

“So that means you’ll understand if I cancel/postpone any of our future plans this month it’s because I had crucial business to attend to?”

“Absolutely.”

You playfully and sincerely place a small kiss on Levi’s lips, causing him to become flustered.

"Hey! MC warn me, I have to be prepared for normie contact like that!"

You sat up a bit to lean over the tub and placed your face inches away from his.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Levi, I'm going to kiss you, ok?"

Your breath was hot and teasing against his lips. He nodded in shock.

"O-okay."

This time you didn't hold back. The kisses started out slow and deep but before you knew it, you were pulling Levi into the tub with you.

His hands caressed your back as you slipped your tongue between his teeth. He shuddered and melted into your kiss, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth. You purred as you felt his tongue brush against yours. Things began to heat up between your thighs and you let it build until…

…You couldn't take it anymore. Your arousal was hot between your legs and you just had to relieve it, it needed to be touched! You began to grind yourself against his massive bulge.

"Mhmm.."

Sweet moans of pleasure were released from Levi's mouth and into yours. Fuck he's huge you thought as you attempted to grind from underneath his kiss. You moaned greedily at the feeling of him pressed up against your heat.

Things were going well. That was until you began to reach down to touch him and Levi anxiously grabbed your wrist to pull you away.

"Sorry MC, but can we just make out some more? I mean unless you're done with that…I don't blame you for not wanting to continue. Who would want…"

Your lips connected with his shutting him up.

"Levi I want whatever you are comfortable with. Just know that I do want you."

You longingly shove your tongue back into his mouth, pulling him deeper into the kiss by his shirt. You began to lick and suck his neck helping him quickly fall back under your spell when you find the most sensitive parts of it and flick your tongue across it.

Levi grinds against you, falling victim to his arousal at that moment. Fuck what he wouldn't do to have sex with you, but he couldn't. He couldn't let you know about his little…big problem, you'd think he's a freak. But, oooh, he wanted you.

Levi began to lose himself in thought. His breath began to quicken and his attention became less involved as he bullied himself in his head.

You noticed and stopped to check on him.

"Levi, are you ok? We don't have to do this, you know."

He turned beet red. Now I'm ruining everything, MC is going to stop! What do I tell them?

You sit up and adjust yourself to look into his eyes. He refuses to make eye contact as his thoughts swallow him whole.

"Levi?"

Your concern only makes him more anxious, he gulps in an attempt to ease the lump in his throat.

"MC…"

His long pauses cause anxiety to well up in you as well, and it shows on your face.

Look, now you’re ruining their good time. Just say it! Say it! With his thoughts now ringing louder than anything in the room, Levi manages to yell out only two words.

"THERE’S TWO!”

He caught his breath after the words as if he just ran a marathon. You squint your eyes at him in confusion.

"Huh?"

"I-I"

He places his hand on his heaving chest and then nods down to his crotch.

"I-I h-have two penises."

He manages to spit out the words between shaky breaths. You look at him, down at his bulge, and then back up at him.

"Can I see them?"

He blushes as he feels his cocks re-stiffen at your proposal.

"Like- them, them?"

He said in disbelief.

"Yes, I want to see your two cocks."

His cocks twitched in his pants and he couldn't help but feel like a spectacle.

"Levi…I won't make fun of you or think you're a freak."

The look on your face was genuine and your words were sweet and comforting, how could he not comply? With a sigh, he looked away from you and pulled the front of his pants down. His two cocks sprung free, fully erect. You blushed and took a moment to process what you were seeing. Your long pause prompted Levi to begin to talk.

"It's fine if you leave. Go ahead. I can tell on your face that your disg-"

You look down in awe and interrupt him.

"-Can I touch them?"

"W-WHAT? UH-NO!"

LEVI.EXE stopped responding. Touch them? MC wants to TOUCH THEM? What should I say? I mean I’ve thought about MC touching them, but to actually have them touch them. Levi was so paralyzed with the hundreds of sexy anxiety-ridden thoughts in his head that he almost didn’t correct his answer.

“I MEAN-SHIT-UH NOT NO SURE, Y-YEAH IT’S OKAY IF YOU TOUCH EM.”

His face glowed bright red. Levi isn’t used to being so honest. His eyes were glued to your hands as they both made their way to his cocks. You wrapped your hands tightly around both of them at the same time.

“A-ah!”

Levi shook under the warmth of your touch, grabbing the edge of the bathtub to steady himself, it took everything he had not to cum right then and there.

It would be so embarrassing if I came just from this.

He thought, but that thought only made him harder. You began to slowly stroke his cocks in unison, watching yourself intently. You were mesmerized by such an interesting feature.

Levi on the other hand was melting and squirming under each stroke.

“O-oh. A-ah. MC.”

His eyes rolled in the back of his head and he collapsed into the tub when you spit on them to wet them.

“MC…”

“I-I’ve got one other thing…”

He could barely get the words out of his mouth because you wouldn’t stop stroking him. You decided to have a little fun and placed your mouth over Levi’s cock and began to bob your head. That’s when.

“U–h-h-h-h-h- MC.”

Your eyes widen in shock as your mouth is filled with a peculiar feeling substance.

“My cum is also…”

Levi hands you his plastic take-out cup by the side of his bed and you spit.

“…fish eggs."

#smut #leviathan smut #obey me smut #obey me leviathan #obey me levi x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me fluff

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stoptakingthegoodname5 · 2 months ago

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My first fic was perceived as ok so this is pt.2 of my little Zhogan propaganda. Yayyy! 🎉

(⚠️RPF below this scroll if you don’t like it ⚠️)

this is a long ass fic, 5,098 characters

ALSO if you haven't read pt.1 go ahead as it will make sense if you read from the beginning https://www.tumblr.com/stoptakingthegoodname5/759633630758928384/just-your-regular-little-bass-pro-date?source=share

/ hope you enjoy :)

Zhou’s lines: —“these are my lines”—

Logans lines: ——“these are my lines”——

/ Guess I do like the store… like you. /

Zhou laid his feet on the dash on Logans rental car, due to the different traffic laws in the states he rather be the passenger princess. It was a small little unspoken rule for the two as Logan drove the roads in the Americas, and Zhou did the roads in Asia but funny enough they do rock paper scissors for who drives around when they’re in Europe. Of course the media finds it weird that Logan or Zhou drive’s each other around but they always play it out as “oh we’re best buddies!”— and all that bullshit.

Zhou looked at his boyfriend who is straight faced at the moment eyes on the road up north of Texas to a city called Dallas, he wasn’t really paying much attention as he huffed —“broooo how long do we have to we go to this fish shop?”— Zhou said tired of being on the road Logans laugh echoed through the truck as he smiled ——“just a little bit longer dude, we still have a hour away.”—— This made the Chinese man to groan in a tired tone —“sigh of course this state is bigger than most countries in Europe this is bullshit….”—

——“now now dude we’re almost there just enjoy the ride, plus don’t crack the windshield with your feet on the dash ok?”—— Zhou rolled his eyes as he nods as the music played on the radio many cars come and go on the highway. As for Zhou he was invested in his phone scrolling mindlessly on twitter and or Instagram.

After a hour on the road they made it close to downtown Dallas and Zhou was chuckling as he helped a stressed Logan out on the highway —"bro turn left to get off I-30 we need to eastbound what the fuck are you doing"— he said cackling at the situation as his boyfriend huffed pissed off at the situation, as Texan drivers are ruthless but the Floridian was worse ——"I'm trying babe but this jackass wont move!!"—— he honked at the car in front as he floored the truck faster to barely make it into their exit. Logan heard the other diver curse them out and in an eye roll he responded to the comment ——"yeah yeah you kiss your mother with that fucking mouth?! jackass....."——

After that incident Logan and Zhou made it to the beautiful Lake on the east side of Dallas about 17 miles off to the east driving up to the Bass Pro Shops Logan kept hyping the whole trip. Zhou hopped out the F-150 as he puts his shoes on, closing the door with a soft twack he walked around the white truck to notice Logan's appearance —"really dude you're wearing that?"— Logan shocked at his boyfriend’s harsh words as he looked at his outfit ——"what whats wrong with it?! I think I look good fwi!"—— he said a bit pained that his causal wear was being criticized the irony of it all it was by his own lover! What Logan wore was a light grey tee and some loose basketball shorts which really doesn't do him any favors, and my god Birkenstocks and white socks?! Ugh the gut wrenching horror Zhou experience with that outfit be might well pass out in this parking lot.

Logan rolled his eyes and punched Zhou's arm ——"whatever jackass lets just go in the damn store"—— he knew to not annoy him further as Zhou apologized softly and held his hand as they walk in the Bass Pro. Both men walking in Zhou was hit with a massive culture shock —"my god what the fuck Is this place?!"— he said confused and a bit overwhelmed at all the sights. —"I mean like there's camo clothing everywhere! And is this place just themes as a big log cabin?!"— Logan on the other hand chuckled at Zhou's shock to this new place as the Asian didn't like the American laughing at his expense so he punched his gut —"not funny jackass!! I'm overwhelmed aren't you going to help your "boyfriend?!"—

Logan kept cackling as he wiped a stray tear off his eye before smiling painedly ——"OW? that hurt you know you prick!"—— he kept some amusement in his voice as Zhou wasn't even overstimulated he was just pissed at his lover laughing at him ——"ok bro you had your laugh, ha ha ha!"—— he said sarcastic as he felt Logan's arms wrap around his waist as he gave him a soft kiss to the neck for comfort ——"sorry babe you were too funny to tease, didn't mean to hurt your feelings...."—— Logan said more genuine in the voice that always made Zhou's heart melt after 15 seconds he sighed heavy and leaned into his touch ——"sigh sorry for lashing out man... just the culture shock y'know?"— Logan smiles and nods ——"yes dude I know I was an ass for even joking while you were in shock... hey let me make it up to you I'll buy you anything in this store on me ok? And maybe we can go to this gas station called Buc-ee's on the way back ok?"——

Zhou smiled softly as he chuckled —"spoiling me eh? anything from this store... and Buc-ee's later? Fine fine I forgive you Logan maybe I will grab a ugly camo hoodie as my first item"— with that Logan smiles softly and kissed Zhou's cheek ——"ah you seem to be getting fond of this place already, do you like the store Zhou...."—— he blushed embarrassed as he was already a kinda liking this store after all the theatrics he did before but to keep his pride he shook his head. Looking into his boyfriends eyes he sighed knowing it wasn't even worth it to lie today and he nods —"Yes bro, Guess I do like the store... like you"—

(Second story Jesus Christ, hope you guys like it and thanks to @midnight-grandprix for the header and a small mention to @kichona-s 🩷🩷😊)

((Little game to play check to see in the story a hint for Pt. 3 oooooo 👻))

#formula 1 #logan sargeant #zhou guanyu #zhogan #ls2 #zg24 #f1 fanfic #rpf oooooo scary!#f1 rpf fic #f1 rpf

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dontbotherwiththepronunciation · 9 months ago

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This escalated a lot, (which was a good distraction from everything so I'm taking that as a good thing), so now I have to give:

Warnings: Discussions and mentions of all the horrible things we warn for in Theon's Plotline, particularly the ones about depersonhood, sexual violence, casual violence, classism, and so on and so on + a few suicide jokes and links to artistic depictions of the aftermath of rape.

I moved a few weeks ago and haven't been able to unpack because I got injured during the moving and my other arm is also fucked up because of something else that happened this year and today I finally got to clean around and actually do stuff and arrange my room and I started with my book shelf, which obviously means I didn't actually do much because I just started rereading whatever book I hadn't seen in a while got to my hands. And after realising that I certainly have a type for narratives and characters I started thinking about Hannah from Until Dawn and how amazing it was to have a dead female character with little to no characterisation that subverted the "haunt the narrative" thing we see in many of the asoiaf girls from the dead ladies club and yeah I am thinking about Kyra again and that is not a good mentality.

Elia and Lyanna are given a personality and a face through those who loved them, they feel real because the pain of those who mourn them feels real. Even Joanna Lannister gets some of that through what little we find out of her.

Kyra is a dead lady but she’s not a member of the Dead Ladies Club™. She doesn’t get that privilege. The only person who thinks of her is Theon and it is not done lovingly.

Kyra has a personality we are not privy too. She is a satellite character that is mentioned exclusively in relation to Theon, even in the exception of Bran's POV. Her existence is conditioned to Theon.

Jeyne Poole, although often called one, isn't a satellite character. From the very beginning of the story she is already a presence in multiple POV character's lives, even if her role in the story and her characterisation is weak; She is Sansa's friend, Arya's bully, even Catelyn mentions her and in relation to Robb, but we don't ever see her interacting with her father and none of those characters seems very concerned of her well-being. I don't even know if Ned was planning on sending her with Arya & Sansa or if she was supposed to stay with her father. She later ascends a bit by becoming a secondary but fundamental character in Theon's POV and the Northern plot.

Kyra however is a blank page with a name. This isn't meant as something derogatory. I still have flashbacks of my 2016 experience in this fandom and the way the only kyra stan I ever met would wage a war on jeyne p fans. This isn't my intention.

With exception of Theon there are four other characters that are mentioned to have interacted with her.

Bessa, another serving wench who is implied to have participated on a threesome with her and Theon some time before Bran V, AGOT (Oooh she and Theon were bi4bi!)

Wex Pyke, is mentioned to have slept at the foot of Theon's bed, a bed on which Kyra slept as well. (Oooh Dog imagery and the implied possible witnessing of rape!)

Ramsay Snow...not going to write that. We all know what happened.

Ben Bones, "[...] Even if we do escape, Lord Ramsay will hunt us down, him and Ben Bones and the girls." generalised statement by Theon during his escape with Jeyne. Ben Bones isn't mentioned in relation to Kyra and him being caught during their failed escape.

These aren't even brief versions of her connections, I'm reaching out with many of them.

What else do we know about her?

Ok. She is a serving wench and probably works at the Smoking Log (Source: Bran)

She blushes easily and seems to be embarrassed by public talks of her sex life (Source: Theon)

She seems like an eager lover and seemed to be excited when Theon first took her to Winterfell (Source: Theon)

She had never been at the castle before (Source: Theon)

She acted as the big spoon as they slept together (Source: Theon)

She still refers to Theon as "M'lord" during early ACOK, even if the aforementioned positioning of the two would have us believe there might be more emotional intimacy or closeness between the two (Source: Theon)

Theon raped her (Source: Theon)

Ramsay possibly raped her (Source: Ramsay saying he wanted to bed her)

She was taken prisoner with the other women and children who were at Winterfell after Ramsay sacked the castle. (Source: Theon)

At some point she managed to set herself free, stole the keys to Theon's cell, liberated him, asked him to help her back to Winterfell and failed (Source: Theon)

She threw a rock at Ramsay when he caught her and Theon again, and missed by a foot (Source: Theon)

She was mauled to death by hounds (Source: Theon)

Ramsay named a hound meant to kill other women during future hunts after her (Source: Theon)

He had run before. Years ago, it seemed, when he still had some strength in him, when he had still been defiant. That time it had been Kyra with the keys. She told him she had stolen them, that she knew a postern gate that was never guarded. "Take me back to Winterfell, m'lord," she begged, pale-faced and trembling. "I don't know the way. I can't escape alone. Come with me, please." And so he had. The gaoler was dead drunk in a puddle of wine, with his breeches down around his ankles. The dungeon door was open and the postern gate had been unguarded, just as she had said. They waited for the moon to go behind a cloud, then slipped from the castle and splashed across the Weeping Water, stumbling over stones, half-frozen by the icy stream. On the far side, he had kissed her. "You've saved us," he said. Fool. Fool. It had all been a trap, a game, a jape. Lord Ramsay loved the chase and preferred to hunt two-legged prey. All night they ran through the darkling wood, but as the sun came up the sound of a distant horn came faintly through the trees, and they heard the baying of a pack of hounds. "We should split up," he told Kyra as the dogs drew closer. "They cannot track us both." The girl was crazed with fear, though, and refused to leave his side, even when he swore that he would raise a host of ironborn and come back for her if she should be the one they followed. Within the hour, they were taken. One dog knocked him to the ground, and a second bit Kyra on the leg as she scrambled up a hillside. The rest surrounded them, baying and snarling, snapping at them every time they moved, holding them there until Ramsay Snow rode up with his huntsmen. He was still a bastard then, not yet a Bolton. "There you are," he said, smiling down at them from the saddle. "You wound me, wandering off like this. Have you grown tired of my hospitality so soon?" That was when Kyra seized a stone and threw it at his head. It missed by a good foot, and Ramsay smiled. "You must be punished." Reek remembered the desperate, frightened look in Kyra's eyes. She had never looked so young as she did in that moment, still half a girl, but there was nothing he could do. She brought them down on us, he thought. If we had separated as I wanted, one of us might have gotten away. - Reek I, ADWD

A few things:

2) Kyra's own involvement

I've often seen people take Theon's inner thoughts as a fact. Most of us are convinced that this was all something Ramsay planned all along, that any possible escape was frustrated from the very beginning. I have often even seen fan works in which Kyra knows and tells Theon that Ramsay is planning to hunt them, but when looking closer to the text I find it difficult to believe that everything was a set up. In Theon's memories he mentions how the gaoler was drunk and had his breeches down, which I think implies that maybe it was Kyra who deliberately planned this. That maybe it was her who orchestrated him getting frunk and eventually also had sex with him, perhaps to get closer and take the keys. "She knew a poster gate that was never guarded" also implies that she wasn't held prisoner in the same way Theon was, but maybe was set up to become a slave/servant like Arya at Harrenhall and spent enough time roaming "free" to notice such things. If this was the case and it was her plan instead of Ramsay (who might or might not have maybe set up her environment and conditioned her thoughts of escape) then I think we can maybe add some other traits to her characterisation; we can assume she is observant, resilient and very brave.

3) I wanted to name this section "The Kiss" but then Klimt came to mind so we are naming it Frame 00:09:31 and Frame 00:09:38 of Belladonna of Sadness (tw the links for artistic depictions of the aftermath of rape)

There is often speculation going on whether the lack of something textual in these books can be seen as proof for something else. Canon romantic Jon/Sansa and the idea that Dany considers the Dothraki subhuman are often backed up by this sort of thought process (I admittedly don't believe in any of the aforementioned examples) but I don’t think we’ve ever seen it used in cases like that of Kyra, where I personally find it more fitting. Particularly when it comes to that scene and how Theon doesn't describe her response. I have always seen people take this as something reciprocal and sometimes even beautiful, and Theon internally chastising himself as he thinks of it is often attributed to thinking there was a chance of escape, when it could as well be him chastising himself because he kissed her without really considering how frightening the entire situation must have been for her. Her reasoning for setting him free is that he knows how to go back, not that she loves him or has forgive him. She is said to tremble as she pleads for help, her face is pale, and I can't help but wonder if part of her fear also came from having to beg her rapist to accompany her in her escape.

Based on her throwing a stone at Ramsay, who probably raped her in the past, I like to believe that when he kissed her she screamed, bit Theon and pushed him away.

4) The Girl

There are a few things in that text about Theon & Kyra that in hindsight remind me of Theon & Jeyne.

Some of it is relatively obvious and I have mentioned it in the past, such as the

"You've saved us," he said. - Reek I, ADWD

"You saved me," Jeyne had whispered, - Theon I, TWOW

and

"We should split up," he told Kyra as the dogs drew closer. "They cannot track us both." The girl was crazed with fear, though, and refused to leave his side, [...] If we had separated as I wanted, one of us might have gotten away. - Reek I, ADWD

"Stay close to me," Jeyne said. "Don't leave me." "I will be right beside you," Theon promised - Theon I, ADWD

but also

"Take me back to Winterfell, m'lord," she begged, pale-faced and trembling. "I don't know the way. I can't escape alone. Come with me, please." - Reek I, ADWD

He put a finger to her lips. "We can talk about that later. You need to be quiet now. Come with us. With me. We will take you away from here. Away from him." - Theon I, ADWD

and

Reek remembered the desperate, frightened look in Kyra's eyes. She had never looked so young as she did in that moment, still half a girl, but there was nothing he could do. - Reek I, ADWD

The eyes of the bride were brown. Big and brown and full of fear. It was not right that she should look to him for rescue. - The Prince of Winterfell, ADWD

Overall my perception of things tells me that there was a drastic change in Theon's character after her death. It is him who this time has comed up with a plan and has to beg/repeatedly ask for someone else to accompany him. Something I find peculiar is how he describes fear being visible through their eyes and the sight of it makes him feel guilt over his lack of agency.

When comparing his behaviour during the failed escape and the flight we see that he no longer plans on leaving Jeyne in order to escape by himself (and we see him prove that during TWOW when he comments on how her ribs broke so HE CARRIED HER jdsfskdjfnsdkjf aren't you supposed to be emaciated???). And while I find that a very noble development, as I consider salvation to be symbiotic, it leads me to wonder:

5) The AU

So many fanworks often depict Theon holding her hand and going ahead as they run, it's a beautiful image but it doesn't follow into what the canon is telling us.

Kyra being the active one in this event, her having to be the one who not only approaches Theon with thoughts of escape but also begs for his help, implying he might have been hesitant at first, she being the one who refuses to leave him although he is set off on their(/his?) chances of a successful escape being higher if they part ways, all this points to him probably not wanting to hold her hand through it, much less lead her through his same path.

And then I think of Theon's promise

The girl was crazed with fear, though, and refused to leave his side, even when he swore that he would raise a host of ironborn and come back for her if she should be the one they followed. - Reek I, ADWD

Would he? Would he have returned with a host if ironborn to get her? I don't think he would have. I don't think he was consciously lying to her or that he would just forget of her and leave with no remorse and never think of her again. I think it would have become inconvenient to return and he would have told himself it is impossible and she would haunt him nonetheless, but what consolation is that for her?

If he had miraculously managed to get to his sister or to Dagmer Cleftjaw, had miraculously managed to rapidly heal and regain his strength, would he have been able to get himself a host of loyal ironborn that would follow him far far far into the land, away from the realms of he who dwells beneath the waves, just to save some random girl he used to bed? Ad given how emotionally constipated is, how introverted, how he rarely displays vulnerability, what could he have said in order to change their mind?

Even her physical appearance, something that Theon, a somewhat libidinous young man, might have remarked on, is omitted. She doesn't have thick auburn hair, which could have made some readers use her as "proof" for him being "psychosexually" (another word most people in here don't know how to define but will use regardless) attracted to Robb/Sansa/Cat. The eyes of the girl aren't "big and brown" for me and a few other delusional people to claim as "foreshadowing" for a future romance. There aren't any mentions of her having a sharp nose that could have made us think of her as a semblance of his own family back at the Islands. There is nothing. She is nothing.

Sometimes we readers attempt to give closure to Kyra through fan work; I have seen art depicting her as a ghost "forgiving" Theon, there are fics in which Theon takes care of the hound that was named after her or (I am guilty of this too) him taking care of Jeyne is somehow seen by the narrative as atonement for his past mistreatment of Kyra. None of these works are inherently bad or disrespectful and I can appreciate what they do and I enjoy many of them (@/ghostlyturncloaks has a very beautiful fic involving Theon and Kyra, the hound), but none of them will give Kyra, the actual Kyra who used to breath and was then killed by hounds, closure because that is simply impossible to do given how she is not a real character compared to those who surround her. When people in this fandom talk about "stanning the girls who suffer/are victims" it is often done either in a holier-than-thou light or in a derogative manner but it never refers to Kyra because Kyra isn't allowed to be a person in the text.

Taking care of Jeyne or the hound won't make things right for her and there are no reasons for her to forgive Theon when Theon refuses to even think of the act with indisputable textual remorse. We can read between the lines and realise that Theon feels guilt, the fact she "and her keys" haunt him is already proof of that, but does he feel guilt for her terrible death, for him raping her, for how little he valued her as a person or for all of these together?

And I don't think that Theon is inherently a bad person for not valuing her and not being interested in her as a person, I think such situations are cruelly casual and rarely intentional. I think most people across their life will come to realise that they should have valued someone more. Our feelings aren't reciprocal and that isn't necessarily a sign of vileness. And, to my shame, I admit that part of my obsession with my unlucky trio of Jeyne, Falia and Kyra is somewhat motivated by my own feelings of depersonalisation and overall worthlessness and irrelevance.

It is difficult to explain, at most I can maybe compare it to the way Dany has managed to appeal to so many woc through her journey. Cersei, Dany, Arya and Sansa are all well written, interesting and profound characters that will go down in history both in and out of universe as such. Kyra won’t, neither will Falia, the Jeynes might have but they weren’t enough and were quickly replaced without many mourning that change in the way we mourn Daenerys' popularised end game as a mad queen or Arya's popularised endgame as a badass assassin without any nuisance. And I can understand why! This anger is purely mine!

With Kyra there is a world to explore, but only as long as Theon is no longer there. We can't give her a respectful characterisation if our only source and voice is that of Theon, if we were to that it would probably be highly ooc. But then again we can't even interact with her without Theon being in the picture. What happened to Bessa? Was she killed during the Winterfell sack? Were they friends? I imagine they were close if the two worked together and also had a threesome. Did she feel fear and maybe a pang of jealousy when she saw her being summoned to the castle to never come back to their inn? Did Kyra have a family? Maybe they were working the fields in the late summer/early autumn and were hoping to see her in winter again. I will be arrogant by referring to the images meme I recently made for her but yeah, Nathaniel Russel's fake fliers you will go down in my memory:

Even something as benign and well meaning as giving her a face, be it by a film/show/comic-adaptation or fan art, is somewhat counterproductive to what I think might have been aimed by the writer through her being a faceless pain. A face can make someone become sympathetic or interesting, meanwhile Kyra is pain unbridled and without any mentioned outer or inner beauty to get us to be invested in her. I might have my headcanons for her, with and without Theon, but I am not meant to have them.

The most common Tumblr tag for the sharing of Kyra related posts is "#kyra and her keys" and although this will be perceived by may as a holier than thou attitude I think it speaks on itself that we readers, the few readers who care enough about Kyra to dedicate a post to her, have decided to refer to her with a concept Theon chose for her. We define her through Theon without any real consideration for her own feelings. "#kyra asoiaf" has about three posts last I checked.

#my thesis was mildly related to all this and now that I know it will never see the light of the day + everything + the kyra image meme #I've been having feelings about her and yeah those aren't nice.#Its weird because officially cerse¡ and d@ny are my favourite female characters but I don't think about them nearly as much as I think abou #kyra of winter town #je¥ne p and w and f@lia #speaking #asoiaf #the narrative didn't doom me it just ditched me

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gizm0-gadgetz · 4 months ago

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Ok so

This is a thing I wrote. Its outdated now with Gadgets lore I think. Merchant Jerico is owned by @voidselfshipp (shes in an established relationship with jonny) story under the cut. How gadget joins the mechs (not really im changing it but I like how this turned out and I need to get better at sharing my stuff)

“I think you should join us.” The offer hung in the air, neither of them responding right away. Gadget stayed focused on cleaning up their supplies, taking a moment to move the coals with their tail before stomping the traces of the fire away. Jer was watching them, not wanting to rush them into responding.

“You are lovely company Merchant,” They started as they began cleaning the dishes. “However, I'm not. Besides, I don't really do group work.” She took a moment to consider what they had said.

“But you have worked with me?” It was a simple enough point that it took them a bit to figure out a response. Their fingers tapped against the pot they were cleaning, dinging softly with each touch.

“Yes but we know each other, at least somewhat.” They signed, closing their eyes for a moment. “Why should I join?”

“I think you'd fit in! It's good to have people who understand.” She hopped off the log she was sitting on and began helping them clean up. “You don't have to stay for long, but just give it a shot? We can drop you off at the next place if you really want.” They took a moment to consider the option. It wasn't like there was any reason they couldn't besides their own reluctance for closeness. “Its not like we can lose each other…so I think its worth getting to know them.”

“...tell me about your crew again.” They spoke softly as they focused on cleaning, well aware of how her face lit up. She began to list each member of the group, naming everything she could think of. Some of them sounded interesting; they couldn't deny that. “So, hypothetically, if I joined you-” They casually glanced up from the last dish they were cleaning and packing away. She watched them intensely, clearly invested in the next words they'd say. “What would happen?”

“Well you'd have to properly meet with everyone. We'd have to set up a room for you and figure out your place on the ship. There aren't too many rules to go over which helps things go faster.” She took a moment to think it over properly. “Maybe a new outfit? Thats not too much is it?”

��What could I even bring to the table? You already have a pilot who seems to be just fine at navigating. I don't think a second navigator would be very helpful.”

“You could cook!”

“We don't need to eat.”

“Yeah but its nice.” They sighed, thinking it over. What else was in the way?

“What about your captain? The small creature.”

“You mean Johnny?”

“Yeah. The small creature.” She snickered as they finished packing up. “Feisty man.” They shrugged before brushing dirt off their knees. “Wouldn't he have reservations? It's not like we hit it off.”

“Don't you worry about him. I'll take care of it. Does this mean you'll come with us?” Her eyes sparkled with joy. “Please say this means you'll come with us.” They didn't answer right away, staring up at the sky with a slight tilt of their head.

“Aren't you a group of…what's it called?” They frowned, snapping their fingers a few times. “BARDS! A group of bards. Storytelling performers.” She blinked a few times, staring at them curiously.

“I mean technically yeah. I don't see how that matters though?”

“I'm not a performer. I stick to myself and do my own things. I can't sing-”

“Oh don't lie!” She cuts them off, ignoring the look they gave her. “I know you can sing. I've seen it! Admit it or not but you move to your own melody, it just comes out most when your alone.”

“Right. Sure. Let's say I do sing, which I don't, even if I did, why would I perform with others? I don't work well with others.”

“Well you don't have to perform at all. I think it's just a hobby of theirs.” She shrugged. “It's fun to play with them but you shouldn't have to. If anything ill make sure they don't say anything!” She had a mischievous smirk that they couldn't help but roll their eyes at. They grabbed their flask and took a swig of water, thinking over all the information they'd been given. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad. If anything it meant more time to hang out with Jerico and she was lovely company, really their only friend in this life. Besides she had mentioned that they would be in a similar boat as themself.

“Fine.” She shot up like a rocket with an ecstatic look on her face. “For one trip. Okay?” She just smiled at them with a mischievous expression before taking their hand.

“Let's go then!”

“Hold on! Let me grab my stuff before you start pulling me places-” She just groaned and gestured for them to hurry up. They couldn't help but snicker as they picked everything up. Once they had everything packed away in their bag she grabbed onto them and began pulling them away. It was easy enough to not stumble on the rough terrain but as it got smoother they found themselves struggling a bit more. They entered a clearing where the crew was waiting, presumably their ship must be nearby.

“Johnny dear!” Jericho called out as they entered the area. The small man perked up immediately upon hearing his name, looking over with a tilt of his head and tail practically wagging upon seeing her although he seemes conflicted by Gadgets presence. “I need to talk to you, kay?” She gestured away from the group. He frowned slightly, thinking it over before one of the others elbowed him. He glared at them before quickly joining her away from the group, just far enough away so they couldn't be heard.

It left Gadget stood alone with the entire group staring at them. It wasn't the first time they'd seen these people, but it was the first time without Jer next to them. They weren't exactly scared nor intimidated by the group, but it made them feel uncomfortable even if they couldn't pinpoint why. There was a wide variety of body shapes and sizes making up the group, each radiating off a different type of energy. Counting them it seemed like there were two missing from what Jerico had told them so many times. Without knowing the names to the faces they couldn't figure out who was missing though. They began to mindlessly bite their lip until it bled, cursing softly when it did so.

After a few minutes of painfully awkward silence between the group the duo returned. Johnny was avoiding eye contact, grumbling to himself with a flustered expression. Meanwhile Jer seemed quite content, almost smug about it. She joined Gadget again as Johnny went to talk to the crew.

“What did you do?” They asked immediately, eyeing her with suspicion.

“Don’t worry about it. You get to come with us!” She grinned, pulling them into a hug. Their spikes shot up for a moment but she knew to keep her hands away from the spine so nothing happened before they slotted back into place. They took a deep breath before giving a half hearted hug back and pushing her off.

“Right. Cool.” Maybe part of them had been hoping that he'd say no so they could have backed out with no hard feelings but now they were in too deep. Some of the Mechanisms were looking at them as Johnny presumably explained the situation. “This is happening i guess…” Really they didn't know how to feel. They hadn't worked with a group in centuries and these people would be so different from what they had known. At least they were good at hiding their nervousness as the ship landed and she led them in.

They passed a large bronze man inside and Gadget swore they saw him fiddle with his hat as he watched them go past. She hummed happily as they walked, clearly knowing the layout by heart. It was obvious to them how out of place they were. They fit in the group in theory, but in practice they could see just how out of place they were by the movements they saw out of the corner of their eye. Clearly everyone here knew each other quite well and they were suddenly in the way.

“Where are you leading me exactly?” They asked after a bit.

“Just to my room for now.” She hummed, not missing a beat. They frowned slightly before just nodding. At least it would be somewhere less alien to them as they knew her quite well. “I'll give you a tour and stuff when we're all the way up. There's no rush.”

“Alright…if you say so.” They decide not to question it. The Merchant was someone they could trust, they had collaborated many times. There wasn't anything to be worried about. Keeping quiet wasn't too hard, they weren't much of a talker in the first place and it seemed Jer knew they were trying to process everything. They did try to take in all the details they could as they traveled through the ship but it didn't tell them much.

“Here we are! C'mon in!” She smiled, gently pulling them into a room and shutting the door behind them. It was a decent amount of space for a one person room, certainly much better than some of the places they had stayed. There were various projects sitting around and they could see a few boxes of yarn in the corner. She took a seat on the bed and looked up at them. “See? Not so bad.”

“This place is massive.” They finally say after a minute of silence. “This whole ship I mean. It can't be easy to keep this all up.”

“Well yeah that's why we each have our own jobs.” She shrugged, moving to sit fully on the bed and crossing her legs. “Its like chores.”

“Right…that would take some getting used to.” They sighed and moved to sit down when the door suddenly burst open. They startled and ended up stumbling right into her bed, rolling over quickly before their spikes pierced the blankets. “What the hell!?”

“Hullo Merchant!” They looked to the door to see one of the band members with a smile on its…oddly wooden face. “I saw we have a new friend! Who's this chap?” They did not like when it looked right at them, fully aware of how their tail flicking revealed that feeling. Jerico just laughed.

“Hi Soldy!” She smiled at it as it turned its attention back to her with a tilt of its head. “This is Gadget, they'll be staying with us for a little bit.”

“Oh goodie!” It clapped its hands a few times, clearly more excited than the others had seemed.

“Gadget, this is Toy Soldier.” She smiled, gesturing to it.

“Right. The wooden one. Thats really its name? You guys can't think of anything else?”

“It likes its name.” She shrugged and looked over to it again. “Was there something you needed?”

“Nope! I just wanted to say hullo! So hullo!” It smiled, certainly quite expressive for being made out of wood. “Jonny seemed a bit peeved you wouldn't happen to know why would you?”

“Ah he's probably just jealous he might lose some of my attention.” She snickered, elbowing Gadget with a smirk. “Why don't you tell him to come here?”

“Oki doki!” It saluted before turning around and walking off, leaving the door wide open. Gadget stared at the door for a bit before looking at Jer again as their spines clicked back into place.

“What's bringing him here gonna do?”

“You'll see!” She just giggled before laying back on her bed. They hesitated for a moment before following suit, staring up at the ceiling. This whole experience was so odd and it was only just beginning. After a few minutes she sat up again and looked to the door.

“You called?” They shifted slightly so they could see Johnny was leaning on the doorframe, clearly attempting to look cool despite the fact his tail was wagging. Jerico got off the bed and pulled him into a hug, running her fingers through his hair. He seemed to lean into it, very quietly purring as his hair was played with. They couldn't help but snicker. He immediately shot up with a red face. “Oi! When did you get here!?”

“Been here the whole time hoss.” They just shrugged, sitting up and leaning against the bed frame. “Is there a problem with that Captain?” They said it sarcastically but he didn't seem to pick up on it as he perked up upon hearing the word captain.

“Finally some-Hey! Stop that!!” He tried to glare at jer as she scratched his ears.

“Why? You're so soft!” She pouted, continuing to mess with him anyways.

“I…” He forced himself to look away before grumbling something about a reputation. She just smiled and kissed him on the head before stepping back. Once he finally managed to stop being so red he turned his attention back to Gadget, studying them with a slight tilt of his head. “What is it you do exactly?”

“Depends if people hire me.” They shrugged. “For the most part I'm just a nomad. Sometimes I make maps and sell those. Once or twice I've been asked to lead groups through dangerous terrain. If anything bad happened to them��well I had nothing to do with it. Probably.” They couldn't help but grin at the way he shifted at the information. It was hard to read his body language considering how good he was at making himself look bigger. “Other than that…I'm a chef.”

“A chef. How helpful.” He grumbled, rolling his eyes before sighing. “Right, well this isn't a taxi service so guest or not you will have to help with stuff.”

“I'm hurt you would think so little of me.” They bit back with a smirk. His eyes narrowed, staring at them with a bitter expression before shaking his head with another sigh.

“I'll speak with Ashes about getting you a room. We should have something that'll work.” He grumbled to himself as he turned around and left the room, once again leaving the door wide open.

“Does nobody here know how to close a door?” They laugh, getting up to close the door themself. “I don't think he likes me very much.”

“He's just like that. He'll warm up, promise.” They just shrugged and took a seat on the bed. Might as well learn about the people they were going to be staying with.

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A room was set up surprisingly fast, it made them wonder if Jerico had been pushing for this for a while. They didn't bother to think about it too much as they shrugged their bag off and started digging through the few personal things they did have. It wasn't a lot and the room was quite simple but the thought was very nice. It wasn't very often that they slept in a proper nice bed.

The covers were soft, that was for sure. The whole place was quite clean and it made them feel significantly more dirty. There wasn't much for them to do in their room which meant they would have to go out and converse with the other residents; it just wasn't something they were looking forward to. Ashes had been nice, not that they had spoken for too long, just long enough to get situated. They weren't particularly looking forward to getting to know Jonny, he seemed a little full of himself. The Toy Soldier had seemed nice if a little clueless on personal space and boundaries. Everyone here seemed like they had so much energy and they weren't sure they could keep up with it.

Jerico had shown them around a bit and they remember seeing a kitchen that clearly didn't get too much use. Honestly it wasn't that surprising, these people didn't seem like they knew how to cook much. Maybe that would be a good way to show that they could be helpful. Really there was no reason that they had to prove themself, they were just here because Jer had been so nice. With a sigh they picked up their cooking supplies and headed to the kitchen.

They didn't have much in terms of supplies, mostly pantry goods but that was fine. Preserves were easy enough to work with and even if they couldn't make a proper meal everyone enjoyed snacks. Thinking about it they weren't sure all these people could eat but that didn't matter too much. It just meant more for them.

Really it was easy to fall back into a groove even though it had been a while since they'd worked in a proper kitchen. It gave them a lot of time to think about everything they had been told about the crew and what they had seen with their own two eyes. After deciding to make simple cookies everything just kind of fell into place and they worked with a simple rhythm.

The most interesting thing about the group seemed to be the ship itself. A sentient ship didn't seem that crazy of an idea, but they weren't sure how it worked. For now it seemed the best idea was to just be respectful to everyone they ran into and of the place they were staying. Yes, that was a good idea. They took a deep breath and put the cookies in the oven, setting a mental timer before closing their eyes for a moment to focus on their other senses. All they could really hear was faint chattering between groups and the occasional pair of footsteps.

“Hey.” They couldn't help but jump at the sudden voice. There hadn't been loud enough footsteps to suggest that someone had entered the room. They took a moment to calm themself, making their spines lock back into place before turning around to face the owner of the voice. She was shorter than they were, not by too much but just enough that it was noticeable. “Jumpy?” She asks with a tilt of her head.

“No,” They answered after a moment. “Not quite.” It was hard to pinpoint who they were staring at as it wasn't one of the members they'd already run into. “Is it Natasha?” She blinked a few times and looked at them curiously.

“Nastya.”

“Oh. I'm not sure how I messed that up frankly…” They sighed, pinching the bridge of their nose. “Never been particularly good at names i guess. Yknow what it doesn't matter. Do you need something?” Trying to study her face proved difficult.

“No. Just thought I smelled burning and wanted to make sure Toy Soldier isn't lighting things on fire in here again.” They just raised an eyebrow while she responded with a shrug. “It doesn't know how to cook. I overheard that you do though, a good change of pace really.”

“I do know how to cook, yes.” Using their tail they pulled the pan out of the oven, carefully balancing it as they made sure there was a spot to set it down. Nastya was peering over their shoulder, they could feel it.

“Baking huh? Where'd you get all this stuff?”

“Some of it was here already, most of it came out of my stash though. I don't have much left though, just a few jars of preserves.” They sighed as they set the tray down, positioning it to ease cooling. “It's really not that interesting. You can leave now.” She didn't answer right away, taking a seat on a barstool and leaning over the counter.

“I'm tired of hanging with the boys so if you don't mind I'd like to sit with you.” It wasn't a crazy request and they knew they should at least try to be nice since they were just a guest. They sighed as they started cleaning up what little mess they had made.

“I mean…fine. It's not like you're going to get anything all that entertaining.” They decided to focus on what they were doing instead of looking back at Nastya. Silence filled the air for a good few minutes as they focused on cleaning. She seemed content just watching them for the moment.

“What type of cookies did you make?” She asks after a while causing them to stop what they were doing. It wasn't easy to describe as they had just made the basic cookie recipe they'd used for so long now.

“Simple ones…easy to top with various things or enjoy plain.”

“What kind of stuff do you like on them?” They groaned quietly, really regretting saying that she could stay nearby.

“Typically I use jam since I almost always have some on me. Preserves are quite easy to make and keep well. If I'm in the right area I will pick up some chocolate.” Following her out of the corner of their eye they watched as she hopped off the stool and grabbed a cookie. It was still warm but cool enough to enjoy. She said nothing as she took a seat again. “Sure you want to eat that? Might be kind of bland.” All they got in response was a shrug. With a sigh they reached into their bag and pulled out three jars, the last of the jam from their prior batch. “Apple, blackberry and strawberry,” They explained with a gesture to each. “I don't have anything else unfortunately since I was convinced to stay when I really should have been going to restock.”

Deep down they knew rambling like this was a bad idea but for some reason they couldn't bring themself to stop. Maybe it was just because Jer had described Nastya as a good listener. She smiled and hopped off the stool once more to grab a few utensils for the jam. They continued to watch her every move as she put a little bit of each jam on the single cookie, presumably to try each one at once.

“Strawberry will be the sweetest and blackberry the most tart. Apple sits in the middle with a slight cinnamon flavor.” They pointed out as she took a bite. There wasn't much else to say about it all. “How often do people join your crew?”

“Not all that often.” She shrugged once she had finished her cookie. “I'd say before you Jerico was our last member.”

“I'm not staying,” They corrected with a slight frown. “Just visiting. Merchant is a good friend of mine and I want to make her happy.” Nastya just stared at them with a slight tilt of their head before smirking.

“Right, of course.” After a moment she hopped off the stool, brushing crumbs off her shirt. “I quite liked the blackberry.” They decided to ignore her almost mischievous expression and just nod instead.

“Thanks…”

“Would you like me to tell the others about these?” She gestured to the tray with a smile. It took them a moment to decide if they wanted to explain it all again before sighing.

“Yeah sure. Might as well. Can't eat these all myself.” Nastya said nothing else as she left the kitchen, leaving them alone with their thoughts. Mostly about why she had seemed so certain that they would be joining the group. It was just a visit, they didn't plan on staying any longer.

There wasn't much time to think it over as some of them filtered in to try the cookies. They didn't bother explaining it too in depth this time, letting a few of them know before leaving the kitchen before they could be bugged too much. There was much to think about and for the first time in a while it felt like they could actually rest around people. At the very least this would be an interesting endeavor.

#gizm0 #gizm0 writing #the mechanisms #the mechanisms oc #explorer gadget #im not gonna tag more then this

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wishmaker-astra · 3 months ago

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Hey, Astra, I mean this with kindness but I don’t think that was a wise thing to say to Harte

//Just going to answer this OOCly

//I'm legitimately considering asking for a retcon if get a lot of people pointing this out or just having her log off for a bit or something, because it's not going to be enjoyable playing her feeling like trash about her impulsiveness causing that sort of thing. Especially since there's... not much she can do about her impulsiveness problems sometimes causing fuckups when medication outright doesn't work for her.

//Just imagine her feeling like an asshole off-screen once she realizes what did/may have triggered, ok? She's going to. She's going to know she was an idiot. You're just not going to see the consequences of it, but please don't think she's going to get off consequence free or something

//She has impulse control problems. She has ADHD-I. She's just going to be angry at herself and pissed off her meds no longer work. It's unfortunately completely in character and now something realizing didn't properly judge full consequences of this time as a writer. I wouldn't have done if knew would cause a full episode instead of her just realizing have to talk and undo damage immediately during initial her being a dumbass.

#rotomblr #ooc answer

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rotomblr-multiverse-cataloguer · 11 months ago

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Hi, I'm the rotomblr multiverse cataloguer. I'm here to figure out how many universes are connected to rotomblr and who lives in which one. After this there will be a list of them and their inhabitants, once I start acquiring data.

I have tried, but I can't find any better way of showing the graph than just having the obsidian files automatically added to a repository on github. I'm sure I've seen at some point that there is a way of showing the graph there too, but I can't find it now that it's connected. If I do, I'll change it, but for now you have to download it and place it in an obsidian vault if you want to see the graph and be able to click the links to get directly to the note they say they go to. Ignore the plugins installed if you do that, just delete the folder, none of them are used in the graph.

((Also, I didn't say it before, but pelipper mail and magic anons are on, but I will ignore magic anons if they go against what I want to do with the character (I don't think it will happen often, but still).))

Here's what I look like:

Log of the changes and whatnot under the cut:

//@whys-rotomblr-hub for anything related to this or any other of my characters.

Ok, apparently github doesn't allow people to see private repositories, I should have checked that yesterday instead of today, but gitfront should fix that by allowing people to see, even if it means having to manually update the view, because I think that's one of the things it can't do. It should all be working now.

Added README.md to the repository to explain it a bit better.

Added CONTRIBUTING.md and made the repository public. I don't know why I kept insisting that it had to be private, as I see no actual reason to not make it public. I will update the gitfront thing to reflect this so people that look at it there know. Now, it should always be updated (every ten minutes).

Added a lot of tags so it's easier to search for some specific type of user, like those that research the multiverse or those that can timetravel.

Organized the universes in two folders, so it's easier to look for those that have or don't have rotomblr.

Organized the accounts and characters folders with a folder for every universe.

Added links to the blogs in their corresponding nodes.

//Added tags for the mains of those running the blogs

#pokeblr #rotomblr #rotumblr #intro post #The data

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queenoftheworldisdead · 1 month ago

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The Night Shift

Chapter 2

A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used. Let me know if i fucked up and not do that. Chat me up i don't bite!

Warning: Adult content only! 18+ only please. Dark! NON-CON, sexual assault, Sleep paralysis, roofed, oral.

Summary: You start a new job at the best hotel and resort in your beautiful beach town. Things start to go bad when your transferred to the night shift.

Jonathan Pine x Reader

🌺

The dreaded time has come. You’d tried to prepare, but sleeping during the day was still somewhat impossible.

From the time clock you hear the cheerful chatter from the 2nd shifters. They’ll be more happy to see you than you than the other way around.

As you near the archway to the lobby, you spot Sarah, Connie and Amber busy at work. You haven’t really gotten to know the other two yet; they always seemed a bit distant. They probably thought you’re weird, like everyone else in your life. Maybe that’s the real reason why they moved you to the graveyard shift.

Sarah spots you and waves. You’re gonna miss her. She was the only friend you’d made so far, and now you’d be back to square one.

Third shift ran on a skeleton crew you found out. One clerk, you, and one manager, Mr. Pine, who you suspected would be holed up in his office all night like the other managers. Housekeeping and security were always on the move, never in one spot for long, and worked out of a separate building, making it nearly impossible to even cross paths. The kitchen was fully staffed but always hectic and intimidating, and shutdown at midnight.

If you could have your phone, you could push through the impending loneliness, but it was strictly against policy to have them during shifts.

“Ready for your all nighter?”

The sudden voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you let out a squeak. Heads turn from the lobby to you. You quickly lower your gaze and hide, their attention doesn’t last, but it’s still embarrassing.

“Oh, sorry darling, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Mr. Pine apologizes, patting your back comfortingly.

You stiffen when his hand slips to the small of your back and lingers a bit longer than you’d like. He’s probably just being nice, you reason, but the thought doesn’t quite ease the awkwardness.

You force a small smile and he releases, as if it was what he was waiting for.

“I-It’s ok. I was just a little startled. I didn’t notice you there.” You reply, still a little frazzled.

“I’ve been told I’m a bit light-footed. I’ll do better next time and try to make myself a little less invisible." He remarks with a grin. You appreciate the light-heated attempt to comfort you. Maybe one day you'd stop acting like a startled rabbit—but probably not.

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Check-ins cool down and Connie’s the first to log off. You offer a meek goodbye before quickly scurrying away to take her spot.

Connie smiles as you cross paths, and you smile back, but realize too late that her attention is on Mr. Pine and not you.

They share a laugh and converse while you quietly take over her station, brushing off the interaction. It’s not the first time its happened, being ignored was more of what you were used to.

You log into your stations computer. Despite how modern and luxurious the hotel, the clerk computers are old and clunky and only good for handling guest and nothing more.

“Hey heads up. Bachelor party checked earlier, but left a while ago. Already drunk,” Sarah informs as she approaches. “When they get back expect a lot of noise complaints. If they get out of hand let security know, it’ll finally give them something useful to do.”

“Thanks. Will do.”

Rowdy guest were nothing new to you. If they did cut up at least it would spice up your night.

“Are you OK? You don’t look so great.” She inquires making you worry how bad you must’ve looked.

“I-I'm fine, just tired. Not used to the change yet,” you answer a bit self-conscious.

“Sarah as lovely as always,” Mr. Pine charmingly chimes in and Sarah lights up.

He’s behind you again. You should expect it by now, but you don’t. He was worse than your cat—always sneaking up on you. He really did need a bell.

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Amber leaves shortly after Sarah and your left alone on the front lines. The guests dwindle to a trickle, their footsteps echoing through the empty lobby. The usual chatter, the clink of luggage wheels, the constant buzz of activity—it’s all gone, replaced by a heavy silence. Even the light feels different at this hour, dimmer, as if the hotel itself is winding down.

As the minutes stretch on, your body feels heavier, the hum of the computer and the soft ticking of the clock blending into a lullaby that pulls you into a sleepy haze. You blink slowly, fighting to stay awake, but the lack of sleep presses down on you. Shifting in place, you try to stay alert, but your vision blurs as the screen fades in and out of focus.

A sharp knock jerks you awake. You straighten upright, heart pounding, blinking away the fog. Your eyes dart to where Mr.Pine stands, his knuckles still pressed against the archway.

“Pardon me darling, I hope I didn’t catch you unaware.”

“Oh no your fine,” you stammer, stifling a yawn into your hand.

“I see I’ve arrived just in time. Here I got you this. A gift.”

He wiggles the insulated cup with the hotel logo. You raise an eyebrow, “Coffee?”

“Its salted Carmel espresso blend, compliments of the kitchen,” he replies, handing it over. “I hear it's quiet the favorite amongst the guest these days.”

“Oh you didn’t have to,” you insist, but take it anyway. The warmth bleeds through your hands, spreading a comforting heat up through you.

“Nonsense. It’s the least I could do. Especially after earlier.“ he chuckles softly. “Hope you like it.”

You take a sip and hum at the sweet taste. It’s a bit too sweet but the spike of sugar and caffeine you hope will help fight off sleep.

“Thank you.”

He smiles at your response, but you can’t keep his gaze. He is handsome, too handsome. You pray for a guest, a call, or anything to interrupt this interaction, but nothing comes. You take another big sip as he stays. It feels like he wants you to say something, but you’re the worst person for conversation.

“How have you been finding your time with us so far?” Mr. Pine asks breaking the growing awkward silence.

“Its really great everyones so nice,” you begin to answer, but you find yourself fighting to stifle another yawn. “It’s… usually busier during the day.”

He chuckles softly. “Yes, quite right the night shift’s a different beast. No rush, no chaos.” He pauses, tilting his head.

You nod taking another sip, though your mind is starting to blur. His words are becoming harder to focus on. He’s talking, asking you another question, but you feel the weight of sleep creeping in. Your eyes start to close involuntarily. The coffee isn’t helping and now your struggling to keep your eyes open.

“Darling?” Mr. Pine softening voice breaches your haze and hand touches your shoulder gently.

You blink quickly, “Sorry, I-”

“Why don’t you take this. Our little secret.” Mr. Pine interjects. He hands you a card key to your surprise. “A nice thirty minute nap might do you some good. I’ll cover for you.”

You hesitate, but your body is begging for rest. This can’t be good for your probation period. You frown and fight through your resolve.

“I couldn’t—”

“It’s fine, this won’t reflect poorly on you,” he insists, gently nudging you. “3rd shift takes some time getting used to, and it’s dead here anyway. If by some miracle it gets crazy I’ll come for you.”

His tone is easygoing, but there’s a firmness to it, as if he’s not giving you a choice. You nod defeated and head toward the back to get your phone.

Maybe he was right, if you could get few a minutes of sleep you might be able to make it to morning.

🌺

Its a struggle to make it to the third floor. Your eyelids grow heavier with each step, your body sluggish as though you're wading through molasses. The door numbers blur as you shuffle down the hallway, fighting to stay awake.

Finally, you find it and you fumble with the keycard, nearly dropping it in your exhaustion. The lock clicks, and you push the door open.

A breeze greets you as you enter. The soft neutral tones of the room blur in your vision, and the wooden accents gleam under the gentle lighting. The velvet armchair in the sitting area barely registers as your eyes fixate on the bed. King-sized, it beckons with its plump pillows, and white quilted duvet that looks as inviting as a cloud.

It’s a struggle to set your alarm, the buttons blur and you're not even sure you did it right and you’re too tired to care. Your phone lands on the nightstand with a thud as exhaustion takes over. You collapse on top of the duvet, if you don’t disturb the bed, no one will even know you were here you think.

Your body feels unbearably heavy, limbs unresponsive as you try to shift. Exhaustion pressing down as your head sinks into the pillow and the world fades away. You wait in the calm serenely, but sleep doesn’t come. Its frustrating. Dreams hover just out of reach, fragmenting and fleeting.

The soft click of the lock rouses you from the haze. Your lashes flutter open, each blink heavier than the last as you try to make out the silhouette at the doorway. Light cast a shadow over the figure as it looms quietly. The door shuts with another soft click swallowing the light with it.

Your eyes roll back and you slip back into the void and float in the darkness that surrounds you.

Through the fog you feel the bed whine and dip, gently rocking your body with it. You’re so drowsy, barely aware of what’s happening. You feel your body being shifted, but can’t quite understand why.

Your pants slip away, replaced by soft cool pecks that trail up and down your thigh slowly. Your skin bristles from the touches that trespass over your expose parts.

You mumble grumpily as you feel your thighs spread open wider and wider. Weight holds them apart and the strain begins to tingle painfully.

Desperately, you will yourself to wake up, to snap out of it. You manage to twitch your toes, but nothing else. You're frozen, trapped in your own body.

You cant see it, but you hear the slick sounds of your juices being lapped up gingerly. Your body aches as the darkness dives deep sinking into you tenderly.

It’s not right, it shouldn’t feel so good, but you can’t pull yourself out of it.

Your clit vibrates as you squeeze your eyes shut and try to ignore it, but it’s there. The sensation too intoxicating to bare. Hot breath tickles your tender bud and you moan out helplessly.

The orgasm surges throughout your body, but no sound escapes—your tight throat. Your body buzzes its so electric, but fleeting. Warmth wraps around you sinkingly, weighing you down, drifting you back into the void.

🌺

#dark jonathan pine x reader #dark jonathan pine #dark jonathan pine x woc reader #dark!jonathan pine x reader #dark!jonathan pine x black reader #dark jonathan pine x black reader

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blacknidstang · 6 months ago

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spn related but rather personal vent

For various reasons i've been needing to distance myself from spn in particular beside spending less time on social media and it's been because of number of extremely harmless little things that weren't even upsetting even but making me feel down a bit and now i suddenly remembered one of them was s5 and how sam was treated, how everyone was calling him incompetent and shit when he was literally offering to get himself locked in hell for eternity with satan himself, how that was their biggest worry. I think while i think undeniably Bobby did care about Sam and i mean, i think it would be so fucking absurd to claim Dean was ok with Sam jumping into the pit, but there's this persistent dissatisfaction of how these were never.. expressed.. and i love s5. I love swan song. It still wrecks me but there's a growing annoyance.

But here's the thing, when a thing or two about a show start to piss me off i just rather pull back. Clear my head. It's not that important. I dont like to log into tumblr and cry about spn's writing and a be a bitter samgirl™️. I dont wanna spend my mental energy on something quite destructive, for myself at least (and i'm sure that wouldnt make me a joy to be around anyway). Anyway. Why am i saying these? Idk. I think i'm trying to accept that i have issues with the show that really forced me to break out of heavy obsession and become more normal about it. I think admitting it gives me some peace bc i still love the characters and i still love so much of this show so unironically, even that cursed s5 itself is forever a favorite of mine. But at one point the dissatisfaction of it wasn't worth the stay. I'm still sticking around tho but i needed to vent it out in order to go back and focus on things that i love.

#spn #personal rant

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woodsfae · 7 months ago

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Babylon 5 S03E20 And the Rock Cried Out, No Hiding Place previous episode - table of contents

It's kinda wild how much b5 is exactly to my tastes. Take this (and many other!) episode titles for example. Pretentious? Maybe. Poetic? Certainly. Full of allusion? Definitely. Makes me get shivers? Absolutely. They even give me things to complain about. I'm well settled into complaining loudly about Londo bullshit.

Last episode's beverage (for data point purposes) was straight tequila with pepsi chaser. The hangover was vile and I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep for three hours. Today's beverage - Bitterroot Brewing Co "Dirt Church" ipa. It's alright for an IPA.

"Z MINUS 14 DAYS"

I see we've moved several letters on from "t."

Yeah!! It's another Susan Ivanova personal log episode. The telepaths they've recruited are being dispersed. Sheridan is tired, and Franklin is still pacing the halls.

All the telepaths are being accompanied by a single Narn bodyguard. Fingers crossed for some of those bodyguards to start developing some telepathy of their own after spending a long time in close quarters with a telepath!!

Londo thinks it's time to "take care of" G'Kar?? FUCK OFF. He wants G'Kar tricked back to Narn and executed. Thanks to the previous flashbacks, I am well aware that this plot won't play out with G'Kar's actual death. But I still want to strangle Londo. Can I isekai into B5 just long enough to goddamn murder that man??

Religious Theo of the religious group whatevever is being highlighted this episode. In theory I appreciate how diverse B5 is, religiously speaking. In practice....ehhh. At least when it comes to people quoting the KJV and referring to "the lord" every other sentence.

Sheridan does look rough. And there's Delenn!!! Pretty in pink.

"[Ivanova] said you were carrying on cranky. I looked up cranky, it said grouchy. I looked up grouchy, it said crochetly. No wonder you have such an eccentric culture. None of your words have their own meaning!"

LOL!! Delenn is so cute. Also, very seriously, I apologize to every person who needs to learn English as an adult. It's a mess.

Once I saw a gif of Delenn propping herself up on a elbow in bed with Sheridan and I have been FERAL to see that scene ever since. Maybe today will be the episode? Delenn climbs in bed with Sheridan to make him sleep??

Na'Toth might be alive. Or her name might simply be a trap for G'Kar. I don't think Londo's plan is going to work out. If he didn't go back to Narn for literally every other Narnuan, I'm not sure he'd go back for his aide who is probably dead. Also I 100% have more faith in Vir than this. Idk where he got them, but he has a surprisingly well-developed set of morals and empathy.

Vir: "I won't. I won't go. I won't do it."

VIR BABY. Just say you'll do it, then go and collude and G'Kar. Londo is unhinged, threatening to have Vir's family stripped naked and whipped through the streets of Centaur's capital. What a fuck. He ought to be directing his energies towards getting back Lord Whatshisface who killed Adira on behalf of the Shadows. Refa. The show reminds me in a timely manner.

Speaking of Refa, he's giving very desperate vibes. Trying too hard to suck up, and that puts blood in the water for the sharks to scent!!

Well. Hopefully even if Vir gives into Londo's threat and tries to trick G'Kar, his obvious nerves give away that something's wrong.

Back to Londo and the Centauri court shenanigans. Londo is, undeniably, good at putting on the type of political front that works well on Centaur.

Susan's blowout is so good every day I have to assume it's part of the high-tech auto-dryer when you step out of the shower...or something. Because there's no way that SUSAN IVANOVA is spending twenty minutes every day achieving the most ideal blowout that has ever been hair-dried into existence.

OK I like the religious cabal a bit better now that I know they're smuggling up-to-date information about Earth politics into Bably 5.

GODDANG IT. G'Kar is trying to sneak back onto Narn. Well. At least I know he lives to die another day.

Vir, I am disappointed in.

Centaur attack on Vir!! He lives to become Emperor another day as well. Stakes drop considerably when you know certain characters' ultimate fates.

You know who I'd love to see again? AUNT PROPHETESS! Majel!!

Lord Refa's eyebrows deserve their own acting credit.

oooh, Centauri telepathy attack!!

Poor Vir. If only he had been able to keep his position on Minbar. He looked less stressed-out when he was spending most of his time surrounded by a tranquil environment.

The Baptist pastor is hanging out with Sheridan, who is struggling to relax enough to fall asleep while also doing paperwork. Maybe. don't do paperwork while getting ready for bed. Which the pastor is also bringing up, more delicately than I would.

the Pastor: DELEGATE IDIOT.

OK he can stay. He is speaking common sense.

"When youre worry tank gets full people stop coming to you, because they don't want to add to it."

Smart. "figure out how to relax or your people will stop reading you in in an attempt to protect you."

"Z MINUS 13 DAYS"

Zha'ha'dum minus 13 days??

G'Kar made it to Narn. There's climate change from the orbital bombardment. Constant wind, particulate coming down from the upper atmosphere, poor air quality. And I doubt they had recovered from the previous Centauri occupation, and possibly not even the Shadows' occupation before that!

Emperor Cartagia is going to be traveling to B5: that seems like a significant security risk! Maybe he'll get nerfed and we'll see the glorious ascension on Emperor Londo.

Refa's plot is to capture G'Kar instead of letting Londo do it. Fingers crossed for neither of them getting that glory.

Delenn says there's no pattern to the Shadows' attacks. The lack of pattern is probably the point - all over the place and unpredictable so the united forces are spread as thin and widely as possible. And the tactical data sorta supports that! They haven't attacked anything in the center of the sector, so refugees are going there. And Sheridan is picking this up now, too. They could nail all the refugees at once.

"I think this is as much about terror as it is about territory."

Yeah.

Hm, Delenn is horrified by Sheridan saying he needs to think like them to beat them. Unless she has a really compelling argument against it, I'm going to have to disagree. How can you counter a tactic unless you understand it?

Londo just knocked out a Centauri guard with a punch to rescue Vir. He gets no points from me, because he put Vir in that position.

Unfortunately G'Kar won't get to kill Londo for quite a few years, but maybe he and the resistance will get to kill Refa and his goon squad instead.

Damn it, Londo was two steps ahead of Refa this whole time. f.ucking annoying. Well. all Centauri warmongering genocidal politics are annoying. Refa being personally in charge of the bombardment of Narn is backfiring on his right now.

Oh so this means that Vir was an unwitting stooge in the plot all along, and that's extra scummy, considering it resulted in Vir being mindraped and made to believe he'd just given up his mentor and employer. Very very cutthroat politics. No wonder Londo didn't name the embarassment he was planning to remove on behalf of the emperor to prove House Mollari's value.

Baptist Pastor brought a gospel singer along with him, lol. That's very on brand. And super fucking amusing juxtaposition between her music and Refa being pursued and killed. "There's no hiding place down here." Refa being beaten to death.

Buuuut as much as I dislike Londo, I am a fan of the person responsible for untold suffering and death getting a tiny fraction of that delivered back to them. So...annoyingly... *sigh* go Londo...

It's so fucking funny that Londo had the ability to slip refa the other half of the two-part poison all along but instead he had him beaten to death for political purposes.

Vir is angry, but probably not enough to make him break from Londo entirely.

Delenn has a surprise for Sheridan - "the White Star was never intended to be one of a kind, only the first..." and now there's a whole fleet.

Hm. As far as first kisses on screen go, that one was pretty dated. I'm happy for them, but the "smear your face against the other person's face" is a style I'm glad has mostly gone away. It doesn't look very pleasant, hahah.

Mrs Sheridan, I presume?

#woodsfae b5 #g'kar #londo mollari

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survivalist-anon · 7 months ago

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Log 11: A new day for mischief

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

My alarm goes off, 06:45 am.

Well, time to get the day going. I do the usual morning routine, put on at least half of my uniform on (an undershirt and work pants), and head down stairs to check on Fjord.

I could see he was on the floor, with most of the bed covering his upper body, snoring peacefully.

Setting up some breakfast for the both of us, take out some deer meat to defrost for today's dinner. I hear him shuffle around twords the kitchen.

"Good morrow lass. I see you're up early." He lets a little yawn out.

"Hey good morning Fjord. Want some bacon and eggs?", I figured I'd serve something a little special for today. "I still have some eggs, I'm cooking the bacon and some toast."

He sits down on the chair and enjoys the morning smells, "sounds fine, perhaps a bit recaf would do fine as well. I haven't had some in a while really.".

"Recaf? Don't you mean decaf?", I was wondering if he was confusing the two...not to mention I have never heard of 'recaf'.

Rubbing his eyes, shoots a confused look, "no, recaf. You know. The roasted black liquid that keeps you awake?".

I figured this was just another one of those things from his home that could be different from ours. "oh, you mean coffee? It's probably the same, just a different name.", I handed him my largest mug of black coffee for him.

He smells it, takes a sip, "Yep, that's it lass. Yet it's a little different.... doesn't taste like chared leather.". I offer him some milk to go with it, he lets me put a little milk in the coffee and takes a sip again.

Smacking his lips, I can see he's pleased with his coffee, "you really like to spoil your guests, do you lass?".

I felt a bit flattered, "well, it's how you should treat guests. So, let's see....", I take out another piece of paper and start jotting down anything we needed to resupply.

As Fjord was enjoying his breakfast, he suddenly took out a leather pouch from the bag. "So, last night I took a peek into the bag to see if there were anything worth finding and I believe you might be curious."

The bag made a heavy, almost chunky sound when it hit the wooden table. I went to pick it up and opened it. My jaw dropped to see that it was a bag of gold nuggets.

"Holy shit! Fjord this was in the bag, do you know this is?!", I was shocked to see how big they were, these weren't fool's gold either. These were genuine gold nuggets. Some of which looked like they were cut to be of similar size. "This was in the bag??"

"Yes, I figured the fists have been mining the area for so long, they must have found piss rocks.", stuck a strip of bacon into his mouth. His pupils dilated a little from with pleasure. "Oh this grox meat is fantastic."

Ignoring his comment about whatever a grox was. "Ok, I'm forever using 'piss rock' from now when referring to gold. Anyway, there must be thousands of dollars in this bag alone! Oh God has Aldercon been paying everyone in this amount? That explains why most of the businesses havent gone down since...", as I was speaking, he then takes several smaller bags.

"They're not that foolish to just throw money at people, it seems they separate it by amounts. Clever actually.", he takes a gold chunk from the bag and places it into one of the smaller bags. The chunk barley fit, but it was the same size as the interior of the bag.

There was a likely chance that the Marines at Fort Dorn have not only been paying everyone in the town with gold pieces, but it seems it's what been sustaining businesses around town that they alone seem to frequent.

"....the other day, I saw Bilhard pay Mrs Bellcaller with one of these bags....", I had the sudden realization that their involvement in the town was probably deeper than I anticipated.

"likely so", he finishes off his coffee and eggs. "Hopefully they weren't frugal enough to just limit themselves to a few places."

Taking out the list of people, I suddenly remember an old Hungarian folk riddle,

"What does not rule, take gold or enforce are those who raise a whole village. Seven pillers with seven duties to seven worlds."

This riddle was one my grandpa from my father's side would harass me with, he was suffering from dementia by the time he kept eeriely repeating this to 5 year old me, but I was never able to answer the riddle.

Seven pillars, seven duties, seven worlds...."....this is referring to jobs in a village."

Fjord could see the cogs in my head spinning, "hmm...never was good with riddles myself...Sten or maybe Toke would know.", he gets up to see what clothes he was going to wear and I could here grumble a bit in that strange language I hear Big Blue speak in, but it sounded like it had a Norwegian dialect rather than an Italian one.

"You ok over there?", I asked.

From the living room, "Yes I'm fine lass, I'm just wondering why in the name of Russ do these garbs look so sad. I wasn't expecting the Fists to be fancy or nothing, but look at this.", he comes out with a pair of well worn overalls and Beetles shirt from the 70's.

I giggle at how he was able to mismatch his outfit. "Hold on a second, let me help you there."

We settled on a pair of old jeans, a plain white shirt and that aviator jacket. As for shoes, he would have to make do barefoot until we got to town.

I get to thinking about the riddle and the list of names, "wait.....", I unceremoniously search for the answer of the riddle on my phone and see it's a list of villagers; Merchant, Inn Keepr, Blacksmith, Clergy, Apothecist, Huntsman and Carpenter.

I glanced to the corner of my phone and saw that it was about time to leave. "I'll figure it out later, come in Fjord, I'll see if I can make room in my car.", Fjord had somehow found another interesting item to add to his casual disguise. A pair of sunglasses.

"what do you think lass?", flashing a toothy smile.

"It looks great, come on, let's see if we can fit you in the car.", as we head outside, the patrol was nowhere to be seen. "Ugh....Fjord. Did you hear anything last night?"

He peaked over my shoulder and was equally perplexed. "Oh...well ....is it our problem still?".

The fact there doesn't even seem to be any sign of the car being there. Not even tire tracks. I look to my mailbox and see there's a conspicuous new....'thing'....about my mailbox.

"WHO PAINTED MY MAILBOX YELLOW?", the both of us check it and see that there was also mail. There was a folder, that was being used as a makeshift letter envelope.

It was from Aldercon.

"oh goodie, he found out where I live.", I open and it's a handwritten letter with a large crimson wax seal decorated with a skull with wings, the sentiment itself was too whimsical to have come from him.

Dear, Lorencia Lakatos Drake

We have successfully pinpointed the location of you address, it would see that it has taken less than the originally estimated 12 hours for fuzzball to get you into a serious predicament with the local law enforcement. If you had guessed that one of my marines has driven by, found the turned over police vehicle and took initiative to remove the car, clean up the evidence and report this to me. You would be correct. As for fuzzball, we will give him a warning before we will have to DETAIN him for poor behavior until his battle brothers return If you are reading this letter around the hours of 06:25 hours to 07:25, than my estimations where correct to your morning routine. I have also requested the men to provide you with an alternative transport vehicle to better accommodate the rest of your team.

Signing off,

Chaplain Aldercon

Nevermind, it was from him.

"....why does he keep calling me 'fuzzball', also....what vehicle?", turning around, giving me a light tap on my shoulder. "Lass, looks like you won't have to do much about the space."

I turned around to my car to see that there was now a HUGE jet grey pickup truck. It wasn't of any recognizable model or make or anything. I mean neat I got a new truck but it stood out like a sore thumb. "Woah...it ....looks like something I am not supposed to have as a civilian.", speaking through clenched teeth pretending I'm actually ok with this.

Contrary to what I was feeling, Fjord was actually pleased with the truck. "Come on! As you said, let's get on with day.", he hops into the passenger seat.

I take a look inside and I'm having a rather interesting time visually understanding what was going on. The driver side was proportionate to a regular car's driver seat, get the rest of the car could accommodate at least three armor less Marines. "Looks roomy.". I can see there was a key on the dashboard, I plug it in and the engine itself sounded like a jet engine. "Oooooh boy this is going to take some getting use to.", my toe barley weighs on the gas pedal and the truck gives a good jolt.

Fjord looks at me, "would you like to handle navigation lass?". I look at him knowing very well he wasn't going to fit in the seat.

"no worries...let's go", with a rocky start, we head into the downtown area.

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Jeff was sitting in one of the cells, he had slept in the locking himself in the vein attempt to protect himself from the horror he had experienced.

Officers Mark and Beck look at him with bemusement and unsurprised expectations.

"Ugh, so buddy .....yah sure it wasn't no bear?", Mark remarked.

Sipping from his mug, his more portly partner is a bit more concerned. "Yeah...also....you mean tell us....you left your ex with a bear last night?".

With bloodshot eyes and a thousand yard stare. "It....was ..no.... FUCKING bear, it was one of those metal FREAKS!", he stood up and furiously shook the bars. "They ain't human.... they're monsters.....some..... government experiment or something. They're dangerous....I mean....YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN WHAT IT DID TO MY PATROL CAR MAN!!", as he was shouting, he was reliving last night's encounter and in his mind he only remembers the red glowing eyes and the earth shattering growls.

Mark and Beck were both taken a back by Jeff's state.

"Ugh....maybe you should...tell the chief?", Mark asked, no longer amused but worried about his fellow officer.

The door to the police station blasts open, "JEFFERY! IN MY OFFICE!", it was Chief of Police Maxwell J. Colt. Unlike Jeff, he was a far more respectable member of the force yet he is also the reason why Jeff has a job to begin with. He could see Jeff in the holding cell, looking like a slumped, sad wet bag. "Why are you in the holding cell boy?", his anger simmered to concern.

"Dad! Those metal freaks! One nearly killed me a-and wrecked the patrol car a-and I was trying to save Lorey a-", as his son was blathering words, the Chief's eye was twitching.

"For the love of God, what did I tell you about bothering Drake?! Yah know damn well I've told dozens of not thousands of times to leave her be! That girl just lost her grandfather.....where is your gun?", he had begun to become furious again, "I swear boy if you lost your god damn gun again I a-"

Jeff opened the cell door, "The metal guy crushed my gun in its hands like peanut brittle! We got to warm everyone that these freaks are dangerous!", he grabbed his father desperately by his collar, something he had never done.

Chief Maxwell knew his son well enough that the look on his face wasn't some childish plee. He was genuinely frighten. "....metal freaks? Those things the boys up in Tillamook keeps pandering me about?", he wasn't concerned with the Marines, but he had just about had enough of the soldiers at Tillamook for his own selfish reasons.

Ever since the space marines had been cropped up once and awhile, occasionally there would be some strange mishapsl or property destruction the station wouldn't be able to help with. Not to mention Marines that have appeared to have efficiently help the public better than the police, the public had been giving him a tough time.

"....fine....go wash up boy, you look like a mess.", he dryly commanded. Jeff, still shaking, he goes to the shower rooms to wash up. "As for you two, send out a public safety announcement about these.....metal fellers. It's clear they don't have any respect for the law.".

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Driving in my possible assault vehicle, I couldn't help but feel even more like a fish out of water. I could see the locals gawking at truck. Fjord was just relaxing, looking at the town and all it had to offer.

"So, where to lass", he sticks his head out the window to get a little bit of fresh air, I couldn't blame because the smell of "New Car" wasn't a favorite of mine either.

"well, we have to head to Bellcaller's. I'd to ask them a few questions.", suddenly the dashboard turned on, notifying me that my phone was ringing. "Woah...when did this.... sync to my phone?", i could see it was Ronnie, "hey Ronnie what's up?".

"Hey Lorey, you feeling better? Listen James left me in charge for the day. So you got two options, you can either take the day off or bring the station something to grill for later. Jonas is bringing her grill and the others are bringing something things too.", it sounded like they were having a party.

"Woah really? What do you need me to get? Also are you celebrating something?", I couldn't remember off the top of my head what he could be doing this for.

"Oh yah know, word on the street is that Jeffy got his shit rocked by something last night. Pluuuus it's Big Bear Week! The bears in the area passed their expected weights for the season. Nice fat and happy bears means we get a little extra.", Bear week was already a made up holiday we came up with to boost our morels, it was extra special special when the bears in area already seem happy and healthy in spite of it being so early in the year.

"Great, let's see, anyone in the mood for ribs and steaks?", it was a bit above my budget but it was for a party. Plus with a gold nugget, I could pay for myself for several purchases.

"Wait, if you want to I could get a deer or two. It will just be a few minutes.", Fjord interjected offering to help.

"Ugh, who's that?", Ronnie asked.

"Oh ugh, hey listen, since you're in charge ugh can I bring a friend along? He's visiting from out of town.", Ronnie was pretty chill with this sort of thing. Hopefully in spite of everything it would be fine.

"Yeah sure, but I'm not sure if the gang here likes deer Lorey, the ribs, hotdogs and maybe some chicken would do? I heard the stakes are getting high if you catch my drift.", he wasn't too far off in using that pun, things have gotten more pricey.

"Ok, I'll stop by the store and get some stuff. Sodas too?", just to add to the list.

"Nah, Shelly is bringing the tasty craft stuff from her cousin down south. See you there!", he hung up.

"Ok, looks like Bellcaller is going to have to wait. I guess this counts as a welcome party for you, right Fjord?".

He nodded with a smile. "Yah comrades sounds like a lot of fun. Let's bring a feast than.".

A little later we headed inside one of the local shops, heading straight to the meat and fish section. Fjord looked surprisingly over stimulated, his whole being felt a lot out of place. As I grabbed a good amount of meat for at least ten staff members and a two person serving size of steak for Fjord, I could feel some glaces and stares from the people in the store. However, some looked a little bit different from the looks they would give the Marines from Fort Dorn.

These were oblong looks of curious judgement. Unlike the clean shaven upright look of Bilhard. Fjord was wild looking, his hair was past shoulder length, unkept and looked closer to a lion's main, he looked like something out of a comic book from much he somewhat stood out.

He was genuinely something out of the ordinary given a second glance and uniquely special.

As we pass by the liquor section, he just casually picks up 2 kegs of beer like empty cardboard boxes! He was extremely strong, hoisting them on to his shoulders like nothing.

If his looks didn't attract your attention, his Herculean strength would.

The cashier had her mouth agape in wonder. "S-sir, would like any help with that?", she looked like she didn't know whether to frighten or swooned.

"Oh no thank madame. I can handle it.", his flirtatious smile sent her face in a flurry of flush.

"Oh my~, that will be $278.76 please", well that was to be expected.

Fjord leaned forward a little, "Thank you lass.", the wink and flashing fangs sent her nearly fainting.

I just gave him a cocked brow, "really?"

He chuckled quietly, "I was trying to get her to faint so you could take the food and run.", hopefully he was joking. "By the way, shouldn't you have paid her the gold?".

At first I originally did plan on that, but I figured it was for good reason why on a few people were being paid in the coins. "It's fine Fjord, besides one of those chunks is worth five months salary. I'll be fine."

As we load the truck we head off to the reserve station. It looked like a medium sized building with a fire watch tower, a kennel area to hold the recovering animals in a barn for supplies.

"Welcome to the Pine Hills nature reserve and observation station, Fjord.", I get out and nearly trip, I'm definitely not use to big trucks.

He got out and looked at the building, taking a deep whiff of the area. He helped with the items and was greeted by Jonas.

"Hey Hey-woah....nice truck....looked like a small spaceship...who's ugh...who's your buddy here?", at first Jonas had only seen me get the meat out from the back. Then she glanced at Fjord, again showing off his inhuman strength by lifting nearly 30 gallons on his shoulders. "Daaaaaaaaamn.....Lorey is that like ..... superman or something?", she leaned whispering like he can't hear her.

"Jonas, this Fjord. He's a friend of mine and he'll be staying with me for a bit.

Fjord, with his hands full, "Greetings Jonas. Fine day this morn'." He turns his head to the directions of the trees, very faintly hearing birds and other animals nearly miles away. "Lovely territory you all have here.", he confidently walks off.

Jonas was dumbfounded, "Lorey please tell you guys are fucking."

Nearly snapping my neck to turn to her, "Jonas! I said he's a friend what the hell?"

She helped grab the rest of the food. "guuuuurl like daaaaaaaaamn where did you get this guy I mean like vava voom!", she was a person to speak her mind a bit too loudly.

"Oh stop it, please.", having the flashes of his soaked, hairy chest and abs from last night...I couldn't blame Jonas for her boisterous outburst. "Come on, let's get your grill going. I got ribs here so we can just get that going."

"Lalala-Lorey, come on seriously are you guys dating? Does he have a brother? I mean if you guys aren't a thing can I be the thing? Also where's he from? He sounds European.", Jonas was shooting questions rapid fire before I can actually answer them.

We get into the station and I already the other are curious watching Fjord helping them as well.

Ronnie gave me a look knowing that I probably knew something about this. He must have figured out something a little extraordinary was going on.

Shelly, Anderson and Carly( junior volunteers and ages 15 and 17) and Clara were asking Fjord just as much questions as Jonas was asking me.

Fjord seemed he was liking the friendly attention. Anderson was the youngest out of our staff and was Jame's eldest grandson.

"Like dude what pre-workouts do you take man!?", he jumps on to Fjord's outreached arm and is holding on like of it was a push up bar.

"Ugh, it's just regular exercise lad. Nothing much really.", his answer was vague but Anderson took it.

"Lorey, girl you have been hold out on us! He looks like he came right out of Viking heaven.", Clara shaking my shoulders a little.

"You mean Valhalla?", I corrected her politely.

"yeah sure, big, tall handsome guy heaven.", she was ogling him hard.

Jonas was also trying to get chummy with me, "yeah, you should see the Batmobile she has outside, looks like she upgraded more than her ride.".

The innuendos were getting silly by this point. "ok ok, guys this is Fjord, he's a friend of mine and he's going to stay with me in the meantime."

Fjord turns to give this little sad puppy dog pout look, " what do you mean 'meantime', am I going somewhere?".

I give him a reassuring pat on his back, I get him to lean down whisper in his ear, "Don't worry you're not going anywhere, it's just a bit, remember, low profile.", I scratch the back of head a little to give him a more clearer sign.

His head adjusts to my open palm to get a better feel, it felt a little strange but in a pleasant way. His sunglasses slip down a little and I see his eyes. I'm not too certain what I was feeling, but it felt good.

Jonas and the rest of the girls were giving me a smug look, grinning.

"hehe, so what's on the agenda for today?", I asked Ronnie who's been sitting off to the side just enjoying the uplifted energy in the room.

Ronnie got up, "Well, I've check the cameras again....and another came up."

Fjord tilted his head a bit, wondering what did Ronnie mean.

"wow really? Can we see on the big monitor?", Carly asked.

Ronnie's smile shrunk a little, "I don't know....it ain't for the faint of heart.....it's a live attack this time. Ain't no roadkill dinner if you know I'm saying."

I began to feel a little worried and wondered if it is was another one of the more freakier ones. "Pull it up. I think we may need to take those ones seriously.". I could feel that I may have laid it too thick with the tension in the room my tone.

Ronnie, understanding my concerns, "alright, let's go. Does your friend want to see too?"

Fjord, also sensing my tone, "Yes. I'll take a gander."

A few minutes later, all of the staff had gathered in the projection room to see this week's wildlife cam footage.

This time it was during early dusk, after a few skipped seconds of racoons, bears and other smaller wildlife, finally hitting on the target timeframe.

It was a huge buck, it looked heavy and was munching away on the foliage. There was the faint snapping of twigs. What was odd was that the buck looked up to the trees and not to its eye level. Suddenly a blueish blur flashed down on the deer, pushing it slightly off screen, the sounds of its panicked screams were enough to freeze the blood in our veins. The squealing was competing with the crushes and squelching of ravaged bone and flesh. The deer stopped, all there was left was tearing of flesh, wet chewing and ripping.

Ronnie skipped about 30 seconds ahead and revealed the face of the attacker. It was a marine, but this one was different, he looked like he had ears? His upper body was covered in different patchworks of....his prey....some of which concerningly had no fur on it. His whole head was red with deer blood, obscuring any other detail. He stopped away, humming grumbling a tune, with what was left of the deer over his shoulder.

Everyone in the room was terrified, everyone expect Fjord. I turned to see that same, lazor focused glare that Bilhard and Aldercon had sported most of the time.

The look of readiness for combat.

For Fjord, this was just another mission for him to put on his mental list. He looked like he's seen the marine before too.

Ronnie, expressionless, turned off the projector. "Ok, now that y'all saw that. What are yah thoughts?", he asked casually.

Everyone in the room had varying degrees of fear. None of have them had ever seen one of the Marines just rip apart a deer like that. Unlike the social media posts of the snuff footage of Marines in urban areas, this was an entirely different context. This was a marine that was well adjusted to hunting in the wild, where there are no cops, no witnesses and certainly no one to hear the scream of they fell prey to him.

"Now, what is...the big difference between this guy, and....this guy.", he connects the projector with his phone. Showing clips of Big Blue and other Marines. "hmm?"

Anderson, probably scared out of his mind raises his hand, "ugh....they...help people?"

Ronnie, nodding yes, "yep...what else?"

Clara although looking like she wasn't bothered by the previous footage, reluctantly raises her hand, "The other freaky one just ate a buck like a burger order?"

"mmmmclose...but what else?"

Fjord, stoically answered, "He's corrupted."

Everyone was a little confused at Fjord, including me.

Carly spoke up in a shaking voice, she was probably effected by the footage the most since her specialty is taking care of the deer. "What do you mean corrupted?".

Fjord pulls back a little to being a little tense. "Ugh, he's corrupted....he's feral, cruel and he enjoyed the part where he tore into the beasty. Eating it was just a perk.", he tried sounding like he was making an analysis....but it came off a bit out of pocket.

Ronnie gave a sigh, "Well...Fjord ain't wrong. This one....is dangerous, and he CAN'T be reasoned with. There's something clearly wrong with him. That's for sure. These other ones, they're good. They can talk, they CAN be reasoned with....and they don't attack people for no reason. One is an animal....in the worst way....the other is....well....not an animal....like....I'm sure they're like....super guys under all that armor and stuff. So, Shelly, Clara I want you guys to make a state issued warning about this specific metal man. It ain't worth bothering the wrong guy."

A bell chimes in and everyone jumps in their seats shouting, it was James. Smiling that good ol' cowboy smile of his.

"Yep. Better start telling the difference. This will mean though we'll have to shut some of the parks around the area down and monitor their activities."

I look to Fjord, he looks like he had already smelled James coming in a mile away. He give my a glance.

"oh James. Ugh. Any sign of the three greyish blue ones? They seemed reasonable enough.", as I asked, Fjord looked chuffed at the statement.

"Hmmm...nope. haven't seen them in two days actually." He gives Fjord a side glance. Knowing well what and who he is. "Hello Fjord."

"Oh, good evening Jamie. How's it going?", he gives a cute awkward smile like he's been caught doing something wrong.

I knew Sten knew James, but I guess he also knew Fjord too. No surprise the three were stuck to the hip to each other.

"Also, be aware that Chief Colt is aware of these fellers. Unfortunately, he giving them the same treatment he give anything that bothers him.", he lifts up a printed warning from the Police Station with what looks like a cartoon version of Fjord's armor with big sharp teeth, claws and fire all over. It looks like Jeff hasn't gotten batter at drawing since highschool.

"..........Is it?", I ask painfully.

James, with a deep sigh, "yeeeeeeeeeeup. So, if you all see one of these metal folks acting all ornery and all that unpleasantness I hope you take the proper precautions to take care of yourselves. The others, the more civil ones....are just passing by. Just pretend they're like the bears and wolves around these parts. It's one who be looking for you...that you should ponder about. Also which one of you brought those kegs, drinking isn't allowed during work hours.", he casually ended.

Fjord, reluctantly raised his hand.

James gave an unsurprised look, "hmmm. Fjord would you kindly save those beers for after-hours? It's just a part of reverse policy.", he let a little chuckle.

Releaved he wasn't in real trouble, he slumped right up. "Yes sir, I thought I'd bring some for the merriment of Bear Week?". He collected the kegs and head to the truck to store into in the air conditioning.

"Lorey, may I speak with you in private?", he turned to me.

"Yes James.", I knew what he wanted to talk to me about.

"As for y'all, prep the food, I see that we have a good amount of meat for the celebration today.", he nodded and we both headed to his office.

End of Log 11

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