#pizza abduction

[wariodemambo]

❝ He's not here ...? ❞

❝ Do you need your ears cleaned? That's exactly what I said. ❞

❝ Well!! That's FINE!!!! I guess you'll have to do, Walter. ❞ Pepperman wasn't really good at hiding his disappointment, as he still had ... many, MANY questions for the Italian chef. Many. Personal. Questions. But there would be other opportunities in the future!! He could still accomplish half of his task today if he tried.

❝ So. Y'see. I saw a small ad in the paper. And I was thinking to myself — HORRENDOUS. No one is going to want to visit a place like that! ❞ He revealed a carefully clipped newspaper advert no bigger than a wallet. ❝ And I thought. Hey. Maybe they could use help on color theory. The composition could be a lot stronger. Way more eye-catching, and then — ❞

Wario glanced behind him. Then glanced back. Oh. This guy is still going. Okay.

❝ I think. If we got something reeeeeeeal avant-garde it could turn this place into a cultural phenomenon. Look, I got references. You can pass this binder up to your boss, and — ❞

❝ Dude, if you aren't going to order anything I will personally throw your ass out. I do not care right now. ❞

❝ Yeah, that's nice and all. But can't you see the bigger picture? Look, let me tell you a story. It'll make everything make sense. It all started when I was a boy— ❞

[paintmyworldrainbow]

A few of the new designs I created for the Sock It To Me Spring 2024 collection 🧦

[itskellonearth]

If I had a quid for every time I was walking home and my pizza got abducted by hungry aliens, I'd be dirt broke because they know that I'd clothesline their flying saucer if they tried. But there are other pizza enjoyers out there that they can pilfer from!

Anyway, here's one of the sticker designs that will be going out to all my Patreon subscribers at the end of this month! Head on over to www.patreon.com/itsyaboikelza and sign up so I can bring you more like this, and maybe even cooler stuff in the future B)

[isai-64v16]

“Pizza now on the galactic menu.”

"¡When Pizza Meets Outer Space!"

[bottomcyclonus]

My sister is a total cunt and around when we were kids, 12 (her) and 15 (me), she became a really big fan of that Jesus guy, but in a ‘if you wear lipstick that’s TOO red you’re clearly a whore who is doing naughty things with the devil’ and ‘all “dark” animals like black cats, snakes, rats, spiders, and bats were sent by the devil himself”. W e had an older home, and the way it was set up is that one of our vents had a chute that went over the porch, and you could look down it and see basically right over the porch itself. This is relevant because I, at the time, really wanted a cat and our parents were considering it. However, cheese cunt (my nickname for her which she hated <3) saw me looking at an adoption page for a black cat. She absolutely lost it and said that I was trying to bring the devil into our home and that I was going to hell and that that cat was evil and going to claw out my eyes in my sleep. We got in a BIG fight over that. By the time we moved out there were still puncture marks in the wall from where she went at me with a fork. Back to the porch and vent. Kind of. I _needed_ to get this bitch, so I recruited two of my good friends who I knew would be ready to commit a fuckery. One of them had a pet snake (which I think she found in her yard and abducted adopted) and she fed him frozen mice and whatnot. Obviously we weren’t going to involve her snake, but the frozen mice? Those were fair game. Her job was to bring the mice and help behind the scenes. My other friend, he’s a big guy, intimidating if you don’t know him, *his* job was to be the devil. We’d found a dead bat in my attic (again old house) and made it look alive with popsicle sticks, then tied it to a string wound through the vent. We planned the fuckery for when our parents were staying at a hotel for their anniversary, so we were home alone all weekend. We had a pizza box as bait outside, with the frozen mice inside arranged in a pentagram. My guy friend was dressed up in a stereotypical grim reaper outfit, big black cloak, white ghoulish face, lantern, the works. We waited around until night, then he rang the door bell and hid, with the pizza box left on the porch, just far out enough that you would have to step outside. Me and my friend were in the bathroom when then happened so that my sister would have to go look. In reality, she was waiting above, ready with the bat, and I was hiding behind the garage door, which was right next to our front door. The moment I hear my sister let go of the door I gently closed it and locked it on her. I heard her scream and the sound of her dropping the pizza box, which was my friends cue to drop the bat on her and dance it around. At this point she’s freaking out and trying to get back inside, screaming and shrieking. I turn off the porch light, and from the shadows across the street, emerges my friend, face dimly lit by the lantern in his hand. I had to muffle my laughter with my fist in my mouth cause my sister is yelling like she’s going to die, which yeah, I can see her thinking that. All my friend had to do was walk across the street and point at her to get her to start crying, and she bolted into our backyard, where she tried to get in through the back door that was unfortunately for her, locked, courtesy of me. We made her stay out there for an hour or so, giving us time to put everything back to normal and sober ourselves up from laughing so hard. Then I let her back in and acted like I didn’t know anything. We got the cat and I named him Pizza.

THIS IS A TRANSFORMERS BLOG

[televinita]

...etsy WHAT could I possibly have clicked on or otherwise searched that would give you the impression I am searching for pizza-specific gift ideas of any kind.

[schlattslonghairytoes]

pictures and pizza📸 🌃 🌹

personal assistant reader x boss schlatt

schlatt forgets something important. again. how will he make it up to you?

working for schlatt was easy

getting every thing done meant you guys could kinda just hang out

you two were getting along great, you were basically friends, except you cooked for him, cleaned, and kept his schedule moving

and you were beginning to love it

but not everything can be perfect

there was one thing about schlatt that was very hard to deal with

schlatt is really fucking stubborn and no diss, a bit lazy

like omfg it was getting old

if he didnt want to do something, or better yet, didnt want to get out of bed!

there was no use, you had no chance of convincing him

but that is your job, and you were damn good at it

it was 10am, as that was the set time you and schlatt decided work began. he had gifted you a key to his apartment after one morning, where you had to call his little sister to let you in, you thought schlatt was dead.

he just fell asleep with headphones on.

anywho, you let yourself in and tidyed up the living room, because the night before schlatt promised you he would be up and ready at 10, he had an extremely important meeting at 11 that was kinda far.

like he could not miss this.

so you trusted him, you also hated barging into his room, it felt like a total invasion of privacy to you, schlatt didnt care when you did it, but to you it was the end of the world

so you waited.

and waited

until you knew he would not make it on time if he wasnt up.

so you mustered up all your courage and knocked on his door.

... silence

by then you gave up and opened the door, and oh lord if you werent mad at him it wouldve been the cutest thing youve ever seen

he was spread across his bed, limbs and blankets everywhere, and jambo and garlic bread (i am not writing REACTED every time.) were cuddled up on top of him. jambo curled up in his left arm, and garlic bread sprawled across his right leg

for a moment you forgot you were mad at him, he looked so handsome, yet so adorable, his mouth was open, and he was snoring softly, and honestly drooling a bit

you pulled out your phone and took a picture, wanting to make it your lockscreen but too scared he would see it. you hearted the picture in your camera roll before opening youtube

you connected your phone to his speaker in the room, and searched "morning bugle call" and hit play on full volume

jambo and garlic bread went flying off of schlatt as he sat up and slapped his hands over his ears "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT" you were wheezing on the floor at that point

when you finally stopped laughing you locked in and turned of the sound, then frowned slightly at him "up and at it, we were supposed to leave 30 minutes ago, you have 5 minutes to get ready. your outfit is picked and hung in the closet, lets go." and you shut his door and sat waiting on the couch

he was out in 4 minutes and 26 seconds. you handed him the breakfast you got him and made your way out the door silently.

"toots, im so sorry, i know i said i would wake up, i swear i set an alarm, c'mon dont be mad at me doll. i promise it wont happen again." he followed hot on your tail, almost chasing you.

like if someone saw they might be worried your about to be abducted.

you sighed and got in the drivers seat of your car, you wanted him to eat so you decided he could be the passenger princess for once

"schlatt this is the third time this week, im not mad, like this is literally my job, but it throws the whole day off, its whatever, eat your breakfast so you dont pass out at the meeting." the meeting was in new jersey and you didnt want to hear schlatts bitching the whole way

you turned up the music and hoped he would be quiet

schlatt on the other hand was rethinking his entire being

how could he let you down again, all he wants is for you to love and want your job, and hes already jepordizing that. for the span of the 30 minute car ride he hatched a plan.

after his four hour meeting he was drained, he waited to see your car pull up and get him, but you were taking an abnormally long time, he was getting worried

but those fears subsided quickly when he recived a text from you

"im gonna kms johnny. why the fuck did you have to have a meeting in new fucking jersey. traffic is insane, be there in 30 minutes pls dont die to a homeless man."

that certainly made him feel better, he searched for a near by store or cafe, but when he found a flower shop he knew that it was redemption time

you on the other hand wanted to throw yourself off of a freeway.

the traffic leaving the city to new jersey was insane, why on a thursday at 430 was traffic slower than joe biden falling off a bike? dont have the answer to that one

but this drive gave you time to think, it wasnt schlatts fault he had trouble waking up, and when traffic got so bad you could literally park, you went on amazon and bought him an alarm clock

one that will for sure wake him up, problem solved. now you could relax. night changes played on aux (rip liam 🥲) and you could think about the man you were ten minutes away from picking up

you opened your phone to see the picture from this morning, you decided so what if he sees, this picture ment the world to you, even though schlatt had been in your life for nearing a month, you knew he'd somehow be apart of it forever

schlatt stood outside of a coffee shop you told him to wait at, holding stuff that could possibly help fix his mistake.

when your car pulled up he started to get nervous, what if he got the wrong flowers, or they didnt make your coffee right, but those doubts melted away when your car came to a hault

you watched him open his door and hand you a large bouquet of flowers and a cold brew. overwhelmed at first you didnt realise what you were holding. you placed the cup into your cup holder and looked at the flowers infront of you

it was made up of roses, lilys, sweetpeas, carnations, alstroemerias, daphnes at the bottom you think?, ruscus, dusty millers, and eucalyptus.

you didnt even know this many pretty flowers existed, after placing the boquet on your lap, you reached over and threw your arms around schlatt

"johnny what is this!" you exclaim, voice muffled my his neck, suprised he wraps his arms around your waist and holds you close

"thought you deserved a gift after i fucked up this morning" he sighs, whichmakes you pull away, but you place a hand on his cheek, slightly scratching his beard with your nails

"oh jay, i wasnt even really mad, this is the nicest thing anyones every done for me" you look at him in awe as he leans into your touch.

"yeah but i feel bad, m' gonna make it up to you, tonight your comin' over, were gonna watch 10 things i hate about you, play mario kart, and order pizza, dont ever let me break your trust again, sound good toots?" his smirk cut right through your heart

oh he looked so kissable right now

that night was spent cuddled up on his couch, playing wii games, forcing schlatt to watch rom coms, and stuffing your faces with pizza

he made you feel like you were in a rom com

that was only just beginning

[twinsimming]

New Scholarships by Twinsimming 🎓

"Need some extra simoleons for university? Sims University now offers a variety of scholarships for prospective students!"

This is a script mod that can be placed in your Packages folder. It was built and tested on 1.69 but should work fine on 1.67.

Requirements

To access all of the scholarships available with this mod, the following packs and store content are required:

The Sims 3: World Adventures

The Sims 3: Ambitions

The Sims 3: Generations

The Sims 3: Showtime

The Sims 3: Supernatural

The Sims 3: Seasons

The Sims 3: University Life

The Sims 3: Island Paradise

The Sims 3: Into the Future

Fit As a Fiddle Violin (The Sims 3 Store)

Artisan Glassblowing Station (The Sims 3 Store)

Stiff as a Board, Light as a Feather Dance Floor (The Sims 3 Store)

Overview

Applying for Scholarships

Types of Scholarships

Maintaining Scholarships

New Moodlets

Online Aptitude Test

New Cheat

Applying for Scholarships

Teen sims and older have a new “Apply for Scholarships” interaction available at the school rabbithole or on the computer under “Sims University Online”. Though they’re less likely to win a scholarship if they apply online rather than in person.

If your sim wins a scholarship, they will not be able to reapply for that scholarship again. If they do not win, they will be given a Disappointed moodlet and have to wait a day before applying again.

Types of Scholarships

There are four (4) types of scholarships your sims can apply for: General, Legacy, Skill Based, and Occult. In total, there are 18 scholarships, each with their own custom moodlet. 

Sims have a 45% chance of winning a scholarship in the General, Legacy, and Occult categories when applying in-person and a 40% chance when applying online.

Sims have a 6% chance of winning a Skill Based scholarship at Level 1 of the required skill. This chance multiplies with each skill level, with a maximum of a 60% chance at Level 10.

Certain traits can either increase or decrease your chance of winning a scholarship by 5% (note: this value stacks the more traits your sim has):

Increased Chance Traits - Lucky and Ambitious

Decreased Chance Traits - Unlucky and Loser

Some of the scholarship names are originally from The Sims 2 and the others I made up myself. They are listed below by category:

General

Young Entrepreneurs Award (§750) - Requires Level 3 part-time job, Teen only

Orphaned Sims Assistance Fund (§750) - Requires deceased or non-existing parents, Teen only

Golden Year Scholars Grant (§1000) - Elders only

Gemini Hidden Masters Prize (§1500) - Requires Level 10 in one hidden skill

Legacy

Student Service Workers Fund (§1000) - For sims with a service worker hidden trait (Makes No Messes, Pyromaniac, Can Apprehend Burglar, Can Salute, Immune To Fire, or Pizza Appreciator)

Cultural Exchange Program (§1000) - For sims with one of the hidden culture traits from The Sims 3: World Adventures

Students of Tomorrow Scholarship (§1000) - For sims with the hidden Future Sim trait from The Sims 3: Into the Future

Skill Based

Dreamer Family Artisan Award (§750) - Requires at least Level 1 Artisan Skill

Tsang Footwork Award (§750) - Requires at least Level 1 Dance (Store) Skill

Violin Society of SimNation Scholarship (§750) - Requires at least Level 1 Violin Skill

Occult

Undead Education Scholarship (§1500) - For Vampires, Zombies, and Ghosts

Extraterrestrial Reparation Grant (§1500) - For Aliens and sims recently abducted by Aliens

Spellcasting Scholars Grant (§1500) - For Witches, Fairies, and Genies

Lycanthropy Philanthropy Fund (§1500) - For Werewolves

Bots Opportunity To Specialize (B.O.T.S.) (§1500) - For Simbosts and Plumbots

Forbidden Fruit Fellowship (§1500) - For PlantSims

Real World Acclimation Fund (§1500) - For Real Imaginary Friends

Aquatic Allies Award (§1500) - For Mermaids

Maintaining Scholarships

After winning a scholarship, your sim will get the new custom Won Scholarship moodlet. They have a week to either enroll in online university with my Attend University Online mod, or in-person university to remain eligible for their scholarship.

If they fail to enroll in time, their scholarship will be rescinded and they will have to pay back the money they were awarded. If they can’t afford to pay back the scholarship amount in full, it will be added to their next household bill. (No free money here!)

Once a sim has a scholarship rescinded, they will get the new custom Lost Scholarship moodlet and be barred from applying for scholarships for 3 days.

New Moodlets

Won Scholarship: Given when a sim wins a scholarship, lasts 1 day, +20 mood, each scholarship has its own custom moodlet icon

Lost Scholarship: Given when a sim has a scholarship rescinded, lasts 3 days, -20 mood, makes sims stressed

Online Aptitude Test

Teen sims and older can now take the university aptitude test on the computer under “Sims University Online”. It works the same as the default interaction.

Tuning

All of the tunable values can be found on the mod download page under the header “Tuning”.

New Cheat

If you want to clear all scholarship winners in your world (on a per save basis), enter the cheat menu and type “ClearScholarshipWinnerData” without the quotation marks.

Conflicts & Known Issues

This is a new script mod so there shouldn’t be any conflicts.

Credits

EA/Maxis for The Sims 3 and The Sims 4, Visual Studio 2019, ILSpy, s3pe, Notepad++, and Script Mod Template Creator.

Thank You

Thank you to gamefreak130, Battery, @zoeoe-sims, @greenplumbboblover​, and @monocodoll!

If you like my work, please consider tipping me on Ko-fi 💙

Download @ ModTheSims

[mulderscully]

one of the greatest disconnects between me and some x files fans who watched the show during it's original run is mulder's reaction to scully's pregnancy in season 8. i was pretty surprised that people think mulder thinks scully got pregnant by another man.

my thinking always was that he thought that either the ivf took or that she got pregnant during on of their last times together. either way, he did think the child was biologically his. but the child being his blood doesn't make him the father. and THAT is where the odd tension between them comes from.

when he agreed to be her sperm donor he said he wouldn't want it to get in the way of their friendship before agreeing to it, but they never discussed what scully getting pregnant would have actually meant for them or who he would have been to this child. then they start having a sexual relationship whilst thinking she genuinely cannot get pregnant and he gets abducted thinking that, but maybe they were wrong! but they still haven't talked about any of what they would have had to if she had gotten pregnant by ivf because pregnancy was out of the question. mulder knows he's biologically william's father but he doesn't know what that means, or how to behave, or what boundaries to push AND he's in the wake of serious trauma himself? that to me is endlessly more interesting that him being "petty and jealous abt the pizza man" when that was obviously a joke and a way to get her to talk about the nature of their relationship if she wants to.

there is a difference between being a sperm donor and being a dad and i think we know mulder wants to be a dad, but it's not something he is ever really allowed to verablize until it's ripped from his hands (twice) and there is a lot of tragedy in the way he holds back his pain so he can carry scully's as well.

[m0thgutzzzz]

hmm.. about time i properly posted about monster tower, huh? HERE WE GO

MONSTER TOWER (cw for violence)

pizzahead loves horror movies. hes obsessed with them to an unhealthy extent. but he’s quite the film critic! pizzahead becomes obsessed with creating the perfect horror movie. and what’s better than creating real monsters to act out your plans?

peppino: the main subject of pizzahead’s obsession. pizzahead sees him as the ultimate protagonist to his movie, so he kidnaps peppino along with stick and gustavo to be apart of it. he uses a chemical he developed to turn peppino into a vampire.

gustavo: being abducted meant he was also turned into a monster! this time, a werewolf! the tower is kept in a perpetual state of moonlight, so he can never transform back into a human.

stick: he was transformed into a merman, much to his dismay. it’s hard to walk around with a giant fishbowl on your head! but he gets by.

pepperman: phil was hired by pizzahead to be an actor for the movie. what he didn’t know was that pizzahead was going to beat him to death and immediately revive him from the dead as a demon! now he serves pizzahead’s every command.

vigilante: one of the few non-monsterified tower residents. vigi comes from a long line of monster hunters. and their specialty? slaying vampires. he begins to question his entire career when he meets phil for the first time.

noise: theo was a popular eighties celebrity. that was until he was brutally stabbed to death, along with his girlfriend in an unsolved murder case. pizzahead brought the two back to life to be actors in his movie, as they both had experience prior.

fake peppino: pizzahead was able to contact alien life! said alien came down, and the two formed an alliance. the alien could take as much resources from earth as it wanted, as long as it helped act in pizzaheads movie and take the form of a certain italian.

brick: starting out as a small pink blob, the more she ate, the bigger she got. now she’s apart of a giant hive mind of pink slime rats around the tower.

noisette: as previously mentioned, she was stabbed to death! now she lives in the tower and provides meals for monsters that have certain dietary requirements.

burton: he eventually entered the tower after stick had gone missing, and was turned invisible by pizzahead as a result. hes finally with stick! but at the cost of his visibility.

gerome and john: the two had been at the tower for generations. once pizzahead took ownership of the tower, he cursed the both of them. john was cursed to keep the tower standing, while gerome had to do whatever pizzahead said. he now serves as a janitor around set.

pizzaface: a giant, moldy, undead, floating pizza director! he’s equipped with the weaknesses of every monster in case they were to discovery or even turn against him.

pizzahead: the main man. hes a scientist who was obsessed with cinema, specifically horror films, from a young age. his science became so advanced that he found his pizza body parts obsolete and began to replace them with machinery. now he rules over the tower, a perfectionist making sure every single shot of his movie is exactly how it should be.

everyone is trapped within the tower. they all have a relatively cozy life, as pizzahead tries to appease to their demands. yet he refuses to let them out until his film is finished.

—

OKAY THATS IT. i have a bunch of other characters planned out (doise, mort, ect) buttt i can explain them in a different post. feel free to ask questions! and take some art of the characters!

[charliehoennam]

beyond the badge pt. 3

pairing: david loki x f!reader

summary: his fianceé is abducted and a distraught david realizes some rules must be broken in order to save the one he loves.

warnings: 18+, dark themes such as language, violence, eventual smut, suicide, death, physical injuries, threats, blood and abuse of law enforcement

SHARING IS CARING, SO REBLOG IF YOU LIKE IT

one | two | four | five

Cruising through the town in his Crown Victoria, David can’t stop looking around for you.

The amount of experience he’s acquired over the years tells him you’re almost certainly tied up in some disgusting old basement and he can only pray you’re unharmed, even though in most of the kidnapping cases he’s solved, the chances of you being completed untouched are slim to none.

But still, he scans every passing face because what if?

Other than your disappearance, what he hates the most is having to rely on a criminal keeping his word.

All he can think about is how Donovan can have a sudden change of mind and order your execution. Or he could order his boys to slap you around, mess you up or God knows what else.

It corrodes him, flipping his stomach to the point he has to pull over to the side of the road. He throws the door wide open and stumbles out of his car towards the far side. Hardly anything other than bile spews onto the grassy ditch.

With a heavy groan and hard blinks of his ticking eyes, his back rolls and straightens as his vision finally stands still.

He walks back to his car and grabs a half empty water bottle that’s being sitting his car for too many days. Using the water, he rinses the bitter taste from his mouth and spits it out a couple times.

As he climbs back into the driver’s seat, he takes another cigarette from his pack – which he’s had only for a couple hours and it’s already nearly empty - and lights it up.

“It’s never bothered me, but if this is what you wanna do, you have my full support.”

You’re dancing around one another in the kitchen, relishing in one of the rare nights you’re able to share and cook together. It’s one of the things you love to do together.

Trying out a new recipe is a whole event. David treasures these little cooking events for a number of reasons.

Growing up as a child, food was scarce in his household. He had lived off of expired Wonder bread and peanut butter for a good long while until he was caught stealing food from the school’s cafeteria – the leading factor that eventually led to Child Protective Services escorting him to Huntington’s Boys home where he had spent the following 6 years.

The Boys Home wasn’t exactly any paradise either. His neglectful and drunken excuse for a father might not have been around to starve him, but he still had to fend for himself.

As a single, grown man working law enforcement, the most elaborate dish he learned to make was boxed pasta with canned tomato sauce. He was content with that until you came into the picture.

The first time he invited you over for dinner, he forgot he only had half empty ketchup and mustard, soy sauce packets, a couple beers and day-old Chinese takeout along with other scattered ingredients that couldn’t be combine to make a dish for one. So, he stuck to what he knew: pasta and tomato sauce.

He’ll never forget how cute you were, trying to lie and tell him it was great. He knew it was awful. If his far-from-sophisticated palate could taste it, he had no doubt you could taste it.

You laughed it off over a pizza that night, but he still likes to joke that you kept coming back for more.

One of the main reasons he looks so forward to these events is because he gets to be with you.

Most nights when he comes home, you’re asleep in bed and he doesn’t want to wake you. Although sometimes, you’ll stir from his presence and stay a couple extras hours to enjoy some adult fun.

There’s just something to soothing to him about watching you cook. He admires every single movement. The way your tongue pokes out as you carefully slice with a sharp knife. The way your hips sway to music that plays only in your head. The way your breasts jiggle when you whisk. That’s his personal favorite and also why he loves it when you bake.

“You really mean that? I might get a little cranky though. Or so I’ve heard” he smiles over at you as he dices fresh garlic.

“Yeah, babe. Of course,�� your smile melts his heart every time. “Why the sudden change though? I thought you loved smoking?”

“Well, I love you more and I wanna be alive to spend more time with you.”

“Be still, my beating heart” you grin, surprised and lean up into him for a quick kiss. “That’s very sweet. I support you even more for that. And, if there’s anything I can do to help, I’m more than happy.”

Your voice shakes as you whisk the bowl of eggs for the omelet.

“Well,” he smirks standing behind with his arms wrapped your hip as his eyes lower to peak down at your jiggling cleavage. “I could think of a couple things you could do to help.”

David arrives at the police station – along with a few unit cars to accompany the transportation of the large sum of money - located in Conyers’s neighboring town. It’s much larger than the one where he works and heavily protected, with more law enforcement and advanced security system since the evidence room is shared with neighboring towns.

As David makes his way to the evidence room, Mike quietly thanks God that his boss let him in on the situation once the call from O’Malley came in. Of course, he already knew about everything, but he had to act like he didn’t and that was the hardest thing he’s ever done.

It’s clear from David’s disheveled appearance that he’s at his wits end and hanging on by a thread. He knows David’s always had an intimidating brooding look to his nature, but he looks ready to kill as he marches down the hall.

Mike’s never been afraid of David before, despite David’s rebellious past, but the determination in David’s dark eyes has a chill running up Mike’s spine as he approaches.

They don’t waste time with small talk. Mike tries to ask him how he’s holding up, but David doesn’t answer. Instead, he confirms the money and hands one of the duffel bags to the police officer next to him. He’s all business and that’s all he can muster for now.

Mike isn’t sure of what to say to him. He knows no amount of words in all the languages in the world can ease his pain, but it does hurt to see David suffer this way. So, he doesn’t say anything. He stays quiet as David opens and checks the bags.

He thanks his friend in a curt manner and heads back down the hallway, making a mental note to invite him out for a beer to apologize for his attitude. He hopes Mike can understand his impatience for small talk. He’s too concerned with your well-being that he isn’t even certain if it is well after all.

Once the money’s picked up, his car rolls to a stop at the old abandoned mill by the river. With a couple new packs of cigarettes, he sits in his car waiting for the time to pass. One cigarette after another, he smokes as he thinks over every possible outcome of this ‘deal’.

He trusts the plan he and his co-workers concocted, but that’s not what he’s worried about.

Anything could go wrong. It’s such a shot in the dark and he hates that he can’t predict anything. Everything is so uncertain and he can’t remember the last time he felt this terrified.

Taking the hidden picture from his pocket, he holds it against the steering wheel while his other hand hangs from the window with a cigarette dangling between his fingers.

David would gladly give his own life to save yours. He’d switch places with you in a heartbeat if he could. You don’t deserve to get caught up in his mess, in the wicked ways of his world.

What if you are alive and he’s able to get you back? Where will you go from there?

Even if you do decide to stay with him, there could be a possibility this happens again. The guilt will forever linger him when he thinks back on this and he knows he’ll never forgive himself.

Despite the love he has for you, he wonders if you would be safer away from him. Now, he’s almost certain you would.

This is why he shut himself off from the dating scene. This is why he wanted to avoid this vulnerability in the first place. Innocent loved one get hurt because of his job and he doesn’t know if he can live with that.

Time takes forever to fly by. Every minute is crucially grueling to him. Alone in his car, he finally breaks down in cathartic tears. All the anguish he’s been holding inside finally floods out.

As the day darkens, he hardens his heart bracing himself for what may come. Once he finally got all those tears out, a numbness overcame him. He sits, dragging the smoke into the shell that he’s become, void of all emotions.

[turtlecleric]

Unspecified iteration, Donnie and Mikey are there but only technically lol. Short, odd thing.

CWs: Implied serious injury, implied abduction, altered states of mind, very confusing to read, I'm sure

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You don't know what's wrong with you. You can't keep your eyes open. Can't seem to move more than twitching a finger. Your body feels oddly heavy, and everything is all... jumbled? Distorted? Distortled?

Ha. Haha. That's not a word. That's funny.

Donnie's face is blurry above you, his words sounding warped and far away. You pick up on the urgency of his tone, though. Suddenly you're not smiling.

Something is very wrong. Something has shaken him. That almost never happens. His urgency should scare you, you think, and it does - but the alarm you feel is dampened. You're not as worried as you should be.

Wait, what's happening? You can't focus past the sharp pain in your head. It's hard to breathe, too, each inhale making the pain in your throat flare. Your throat? Why- why does your throat hurt?

"-e okay, okay? It's gon - fine."

It takes an enormous amount of effort hold your eyes open. You blink up at Donnie, still trying to keep your breaths even, and think very hard about what you're hearing as he continues to speak.

Oh. He's telling you it's going to be okay. That you're safe now. That's all. Of course it is. You're always safe when you're with the guys. If Donnie is here, you must be safe. That's just the way it is.

A burst of orange suddenly appears next to the purple. Mikey. Mikey's here.

"Leo and Raph are clearing the rest of the building. What do you need, Dee?"

There's a reply, but you miss it. Mikey's serious tone throws you off. Something must be wrong if Mikey's voice sounds like that. You hope he's okay.

There's a shift of color, and you're left with only orange to stare at. Mikey. Mikey's here. You think he asked you something, but you're not sure what it was. You try to respond anyway. All you manage is a soft sound, trapped behind lips that you can't manage to open. It hurts your throat.

What's wrong with you?

It's getting harder to keep your eyes open. You let them slip closed, then you feel someone lightly patting your cheek. Right. Mikey's here. When you open your eyes, you see that Donnie is back. You smile up at them. You missed them. Where are-

Wait. You missed them? What's happening?

"Don't go to sleep, okay?" Donnie. Donnie said that. Donnie's here. He says your name like it's a question. You don't know what he's asking you. All you can do is fight to keep your eyes open. You can only manage a few seconds each time before your lids drift closed.

You're feeling strange. The pain in your head is a constant, sharp, pulsing thing. You're so tired. You just want to sleep, and despite how quickly your heart is fluttering, you feel as if you could slip quietly into slumber within seconds.

"Stay awake, Angel," Mikey's voice says, drifting in your mind like smoke. "Come on, you're okay. Stay awake."

What's going on? Why is Mikey waking you up? You don't want to get up yet. Maybe you can bribe him with some pizza to give you 20 more minutes to rest. It's worked every other time you've tried it.

You're feeling strange. Someone is patting your cheek, gentle but insistent, while distorted sounds flow around you like a water current around a stone.

You miss swimming. That sounds lovely.

You wish whoever was shaking you would stop. Your head hurts a lot. And your throat. And you're so tired. Maybe you're sick?

Something is wrong. Donnie and Mikey are shouting. You can't make out the words, but they sound worried. You wonder if you might be able to help somehow.

You're being moved. It hurts, but the dizziness is worse. What's wrong with you? You're with Donnie and Mikey, right? Do they know what's wrong with you?

Maybe they'll tell you what it is when you wake up. You feel the darkness reaching for you. You reach back, falling into its embrace and letting it pull you under.

It's as easy as falling asleep.

[randomfoggytiger]

Mulder's Alien Baby Baby Trauma In-Depth (Part X): The First Touch, and Unconscious Limbo

While this next part is tinged with tragedy and filled with Mulder's reemerging self-doubt, a beautiful, unconscious moment does occur between he and Scully.

AN UNCONSCIOUS TOUCH

During her partner’s entertaining whine over the price of pizza in these our modern times, Scully’s been slowing up in the background. Unable to silently endure the sudden, searing pain she’s in, she gasps.

Mulder immediately twists around to inspect the situation-- already suspecting something’s wrong. Already fearing something’s wrong. 

That fear is interesting: Mulder is known for his blank panic faces, but this one is new. In the wake of his abduction, torture, and resurrection, he is grappling with PTSD and his own feelings of helplessness and uselessness (posts here and here.) All it takes is the hint of an emergency to reveal that he needs Scully to be okay to be “okay” himself. 

When she doubles over, taking her hand from the present to clutch her belly, he swings from worried observation to worried vocalization (“Scully?”), turning further to get a better angle from where he’s standing. 

And when Scully doesn’t respond-- as she would if her cramps were the first wave of serious contractions, or as she has with past bothersome but minor afflictions--  he shifts from worry into controlled panic (“Scully!”), ordering the pizza man to dial 911 while rushing to her side. 

Here, an important moment happens: Mulder initiates contact for the first time since his resurrection.

As he barrels over and kneels next to his partner, his hand reaches for Scully's arm to steady her-- an instinctual, unconscious action. In this time of danger, neither he nor Scully notices.

This is the first pregnancy related emergency Mulder has been around to observe-- perhaps the first he's aware of-- and he sits, carefully, tilting his head around to catch her eyes. Calm, still, when she releases her control long enough to gasp for breath.

In Mulder's absence, Skinner had haunted Scully's footsteps like a shadow, tenaciously guarding her secrets. Doggett looked after Scully when she’d been acid-ed in Without, saved her from a spinal slug in Roadrunners, gently chastised her for not telling him the truth in Per Manum, and tried to spare her the grief of seeing her loved one dead in This Is Not Happening. When she was hospitalized here or there, her boss, her partner, and even the Lone Gunmen held down the fort to keep her and Mulder’s baby safe. 

Now that he's here and Scully is in peril, he does what he can as naturally as breathing.

Unfortunately, this hard-won security lasts a very little time.

The scene cuts to their arrival at the hospital, with Scully strapped to a gurney, no longer conscious, and Mulder walking along beside it, doing his best to keep her from being jostled-- to help at all, in any way-- while nodding tightly and emphatically, mouth open (a classic panicking Mulder sign), to the on-call nurse’s identifying questions.

“She’s got, what? Abdominal pains?”

“Her doctor is Dr. Speake,” he insists, and doesn’t that point to a conversation they must have had off-screen? 

This confirms Mulder and Scully have spoken about the baby at least once: he knows her doctor, is allowed on the ambulance, and is acting as her emergency contact… unaware that, as the show implies, Scully changed her medical papers after his death. 

The nurse moves in, shoving Mulder aside and turning her back dismissively-- quite effectively butting him out of the unfolding situation.

“He’s been called.”

“She,” Mulder insists, angrily, fighting back against this unexpected assumption and exclusion. 

“Who are you?” she barks; and Mulder is pulled up short a step or two behind his (former) partner’s gurney. 

In the past, Mulder and Scully have always relied on each other in a crisis. After his abduction, torture, and “rebirth”, Mulder has been struggling internally, fearing he can’t hold up under the strain of his new existence, fearing that life has moved on without him, and fearing that his issues will only drag Scully back. That was resolved somewhat (off-screen) sometime after Three Words; and Mulder, finding he was able and willing to battle back his new demons, waltzed over to her apartment for a fresh start, family heirloom for the baby in hand. 

But now he has been judged worthless and axed from Scully’s crisis. 

“Who are you?” means he’s not on the paperwork, means Scully hadn’t updated it since his return, means she could have if his subsequent distancing hadn’t needed to be worked through first. It means Mulder’s traumas did, indeed, have a negative effect of some sort on Scully’s life (as he feared, post here); and it also means he can lay no claim to his unconscious partner currently being wheeled through the emergency room. 

“Are you the husband?” the nurse asks, giving him the standard inch. 

Mulder, however, is so overwhelmed by his dawning realizations that he fumbles (truthfully stuttering “N-no”) and summarily dismisses himself from the nurse’s considerations. “Then you wait outside.” 

Realizing he’d flubbed his chance, he leans from side-to-side to catch a fleeting glimpse of Scully, kicking himself as she disappears (and not noticing Agent Doggett’s approach.) 

“Agent Mulder, what happened?” springs into view; and, thus confronted with Doggett (whether he likes it or not), Mulder snaps out of his personal thoughts to give the intruder a suspicious once-over. 

“How’d you find out?” he demands quietly, conspiracies pinging around his head a mile-a-minute. 

“I was droppin’ somethin’ off-- the landlord told me,” answers Doggett, confused by Mulder’s immediate stonewalling. 

From Doggett’s perspective, he’s already saved Mulder’s life at the DOD; and it’s been a bit (of undesignated time) since then-- haven’t Mulder and Scully talked? And if so, why is Mulder still suspicious of his movements? 

From Mulder’s perspective, Doggett continues to have suspiciously perfect timing, arriving at just the right moments to hand over just the right alibi. 

To further hammer home the message being beaten over Mulder’s head, the same nurse doubles back to prod Doggett-- “Are you the father?”-- a reinforcement of how excluded and unnecessary Mulder feels in his own life: towards Scully and the baby, Scully and Skinner and the files, and Scully and Doggett and their partnership. 

Yet Mulder isn’t cowed by these assumptions: he’s (assumingly) vowed to do things right (or as close to it as six months gone and a grave of trauma will allow), and is refusing to give up ground to Doggett the interloper. Strangely (or not), the territorialism Doggett inspires continues to push Mulder past his here-and-there fugue and possible lethargy. 

Mulder’s on the brink of saying something (either a snipe at Doggett or the nurse or the situation at large) when his phone chirps.

He jerks at it, then jerks away from both listeners, floating a half-hearted, “Excuse me,” in his wake-- not noticing or caring to notice that Doggett is watching him walk away, open-mouthed at the thought that he is simultaneously shirking his parental claim over Scully's baby and waving off the chance to probe the nurse for more information. (Overall, Doggett's partner’s baby daddy continues to fall further in his estimation.) 

“Mulder?” Mulder says into the phone. 

“Special Agent Fox Mulder?”

“Speaking.” 

“Agent Mulder? My name is Monica Reyes. We never met.” 

Mulder has a very interesting reaction here: he pulls his lips in to chew on them-- a self-soothing measure similar to his one in Sein und Zeit, post here-- while weighing the voice on the other end. That gesture is kicked into overdrive when Reyes clarifies, Melissa Scully-style (post here), “Not since you’ve been alive, I should say”: he slams his eyes shut, tightens his jaw, and hunches his shoulders, physically steadying himself after the reference to his former deadalive status. 

In essence, Mulder freezes (post here.) 

Two explanations present themselves: 

1. Mulder doesn’t know who Monica is and assumes this is a new shadowy informant, checking in right as Scully is hospitalized. This spells doom and disaster on a greater scale than he was anticipating, especially combined with Suspicious Agent Doggett’s suspiciously perfect timing. 

2. Mulder does know who Monica is, and is guarding himself against a relay of information gathered during a dark time in his personal history. 

The circumstances don’t warrant a prolonged Freeze; so, per his usual modus operandi, Mulder shifts into interrogation mode.  

“Who?” he demands, turning away from his locked-in Freeze state by literally pivoting to the side. Still, Mulder hasn’t fully replaced his defenses yet-- the unintentional jab was too deep-- and listens with anxious trepidation for Monica's answer.

He licks his lips-- another self-soothing tactic-- but is snapped out of discomfort when his caller mentions “FBI” and “Agent Reyes.” The job, as always, allows Mulder to immediately disconnect and keep distance from himself. 

“I know this is out of the blue, but I have a case I need your help on.”

Ah, the old Mulder siren call. 

Why would Mulder take a case while Scully is in the emergency room? 

We aren’t given enough in the episode to justify his position (not by a long shot), but there are a few hints we can Blues Clues together.  

Mulder looks back at Doggett, watching him chum up with the nurse and feeling (again, again) further isolated. Doggett’s demeanor and candor have already won him favor in areas Mulder no longer has access to: in the state of heightened paranoia he now lives in, post abduction, he can’t look a person in the eye without suspecting a conspiracy over their shoulder: Skinner and Scully trying to prevent him from sneaking into the basement (post here), Scully and TLG trying to keep him off a case (posts here and here), Doggett showing up at all the right-wrong times, a good moment unfolding into yet another disastrous nightmare, and a mysterious, alluring call popping up out of the blue. 

Mulder lives to be distracted from his pain: bringing work home to stave off his childhood nightmares, watching Ed Wood’s campy horror movie to free up his subconscious to make more work connections, watching older, simpler film to focus his attention away from the crummy present. 

As discussed in previous parts, Mulder was existing hollowly during the events of Three Words, aptly described by another abductee he interviewed in the past: “I can’t be sure of anything anymore.” That was managed (or shoved to the side) by the panacea of the files. Work is the siren call away from his present: Scully incapacitated and unable to fight for them; a nurse who’ll likely kick him out if he protests; and a partner’s partner who is hanging around, won’t leave, and won’t be near whatever case Monica might be suggesting. 

Still, Mulder resists, intrigued but exasperated. 

Turning continually back and forth from the Doggett-nurse tableau with an irritated sigh, he rejects the offer kindly. “I can’t help you, Agent Reyes. For so many reasons,” he adds, a touch of heightened stress peaking through. 

“I think you should contact Agent Doggett,” Mulder continues, eyes lighting up at the thought of Doggett leaving. “At the X-Files,” he clarifies, somberly, mouth tightening (again) while swallowing down a pang of longing. 

“I can’t call Agent Doggett because it involves him,” Reyes insists. 

Thus, the case presents itself as a chance to get proof-positive dirt on his rival. Scully may be in critical condition, but he can at least save her somehow, someway, by doing what he does best: using the truth to eliminate a threat. 

Mulder takes one last look back, noticing that the on-call doctor has joined Doggett and the nurse; and, after weighing their faces and responses against a typical emergency, is convinced, enough, that Scully isn’t in immediate danger. 

Reyes’s “I’m in New Orleans, but I can be in D.C. in a few hours. It’s important, Agent Mulder. Very,” finalizes his decision; and he pulls in his lips and closes his eyes once more (a repeated self-soothing gesture/action/motion) as he gives in and agrees. 

“Call me when you get here,” he decides, jutting out his jaw in protest at the entire situation.  

Mulder walks back to Doggett, where the other man politely-- despite his personal thoughts-- relays, “They’re telling us not to worry. They’re running some tests.” 

And despite his own personal judgments against Doggett, Mulder’s face opens a little in relief as he nods. Worry lingers in his clenched jaw, but does not deter from his new mission. 

MULDER HAS CHANGED

Thus, we have born witness to two reversal and shifts in Mulder’s psyche: reaching out once more to Scully (though in crisis), and only succumbing to the call of a case when it could directly benefit her.  

Mulder has changed after his abduction, more than he is currently aware.

Throughout the rest of the season, Mulder only accepts cases that will help Scully-- Empedocles’s dirt on Doggett, Alone’s begrudging assistance for Scully's sake, Essence-Existence’s existential threat on Scully and the baby’s life-- but breaks that rule, twice, for cases that directly relate to his trauma-- Three Words’s DOD break-in, Vienen’s black-oiled oil rig workers, and even, loosely, Dr. Parenti’s IVF experiments. Mulder swings from disinterested apathy (not wanting to return to work until jealous and territorial) to shoot-from-the-hip reaction. He is no longer pursuing X-Files because of the fascination he has for the unknown, or for the shadowy men peeking from shadowy corners. He is in limbo, unaware he is in limbo: wanting to hoard the files but unable to work them.

The X-Files will always make him feel alive-- that hasn’t changed-- but there is something seriously wrong that is both draining him and jumping him from danger to danger to danger or from bleeding heart to frantic request to terrifying personal loss.  

In short, Mulder is traumatized, burnt out, and struggling. Though leagues better than he was in Three Words-- more open communication, free-and-easy with Scully, better small-scale coping mechanisms-- he still swings wildly back and forth between forward progress and baffling backwards regression. That pattern continues the rest of Season 8; and it holds that, if Mulder hadn’t been forced out of the FBI when he was-- or if Scully hadn’t survived his stunningly idiotic plan in Essence-Existence-- there would have been a serious mental collapse, sooner or later. 

CONCLUSION

All good things come to abrupt ends; but not all tragic events are without silver linings. 

The seeds for that touching scene in Empedocles have been sown, and Monica is (unwittingly) setting both men on a path to understand each other better. 

And Scully finally gets some good-- though often interrupted-- rest, so there’s that. 

Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

[crystalvuu]

Hi! Not sure if you're WCIF friendly, it's hard to find stuff like that when I'm on mobile but I was curious where I can find the posters you put in lazlo's room, as well as the yellow light(?) with the cow being abducted and then also whatever the cute lil green thing behind that is. Hopefully that's not too much and it makes sense 😁 thank you!

hey! i'm not as CC origin savvy as some simmers here but i'm always happy to do my best!

these posters are strangerville conversions X by limonaire.

2. zodiac posters by neosimi, here x .

3. ufo posters by jacky93sims x .

4 & 5. cow ufo neon sign by jacky93sims here x and the cow lamp again by jacky here x .

6. planet neon lamp by pineappleforest here x.

7. science poster by veranka x .

8. pretty sure the postcards and the pizza poster is from neosimi x .

9. little guy is a lovestruck conversion from tvickiesims x .

10. llama popart by strangetomato x .

hope this helps :)

[daenystheedreamer]

Hello! I have no ASOIAF mutuals and I just needed to confess some Sims 2 Sins: I made the Baratheons of Dragonstone in the Sims 2 and the "Baratheons" of King's Landing (I call them the Cersei Crew) SO Robert Baratheon died in a tragic pool accident that was definetly not planned (I sold the ladder) and one of Cersei's wants was seeing his ghost so that made her super duper happy for a while until his ghost started haunting poor Tommen and Myrcella. Joffrey picked a fight with a stray cat. He lost. In order for Cersei and Jaime to have a relationship and because I can't have incest relationships, I made 2 Tywins and 2 Joannas. Cersei was the daughter of Tywin 1 and Joanna 1, while Jaime and Tyrion were the sons of Tywin 2 and Joanna 2. Both Joannas tragically died in the swimming pool and I made the 2 Tywins fight for dominance and kept the winner alive (Tywin 2 won) . Tyrion is banging the cleaning maid but he has 0 chemistry with the Shae sim I made. I had to kill Shae and Tywin 2 in the swimming pool for lore purposes. I got Cersei a job in the criminal career because that was one of her wants. The Baratheons of Dragonstone are WAY more chaotic. Davos and Melisandre duke it out on the DAILY. Shireen got into private school and she's BFFs with Myrcella. Patchface got abducted by aliens and has yet to return. Selyse sat the house on fire TWICE. Everyone was so misrerable all the time so I bought them a hot tub and a stereo, and afterwards they did nothing but jump in the hot tub together like they're in some sort of weird spa. Selyse now does nothing but dancing to salsa. It's always salsa time for Selyse. Mel "sacrificed" the pizza delivery girl to R'hllor (I made her lock the girl in a room with nothing but a toaster oven and a flammable rug) but she hasn't died yet so now I keep her there. Stannis wanted a career in politics so I got him a job but he got fired after a few days because he was too busy playing water balloons with Davos in the backyard to go to work. I haven't noticed that nobody was paying attention to Shireen during the whole pizza girl on fire debacle, so her needs decayed badly and CPS took her away. Selyse was dancing to salsa, Stannis and Mel were in the hot tub and Davos was stomping the cockroaches in Shireen's room when CPS arrived and it was nothing short of pure chaos. I'm trying to adopt her back :(

davos and melisandre catty side pieces who hate each other so real. also yay shireen myrcella friendship :) in modern au esp high school au stuff myrcella gets casted as bitchy/bimbo blonde and thats not at all her canon characterisation i think her and shireen could be friends if patchface wasn't there. which he isnt here since he got abducted sorry babes.

[bleach-your-panties]

⚡mind (and body) fuck 🛸- d.kaminari x fem reader x h.shinsou

⇰n/sfw 18+. mdni. MAJOR dark content warning.

⇰written for @bastardblvd's house of slimy horrors halloween collab.

⇰warnings: gullible reader, mentally ill reader, drug use (weed), electrostimulation, hypnosis, alien abduction, NON-CON, body horror, tummy bulge, use of surgical instruments, instrument insertion, egg retrieval, time-traveling (between present day and 1970's), alternate timelines, trippy shit, misogyny, sexism, sleazy men talk, threesome ig, excessive cursing, slimeball!denki being himself and slimeball!fake!landlord hitoshi, who claims he's a licensed hypnotist. this is degenerate, psychological filth; who wrote this?

⇰(i got the title idea from shinsou's hero name. i think it's mindbreak, but i always say mindfuck lol.)

🛸inspired by the movie fire in the sky and betty and barney hill's accounts of their alien abduction in 1961.

🛸banner images from pinterest/pic collage

🛸banner/animated divider made by me with canva/pic collage.

🛸halloween divider by @/firefly-graphics

🛸4.8k words

▶️: e. t (remix). - katy perry ft. kanye west

▶️: phone home - lil wayne

"You sure you don't want another hit, pretty?" Denki turned his head to ask you as he held the lit blunt, which was quickly becoming a roach, between his long fingers.

Hitoshi, who was sitting to your left, made a small sound of amusement.

"I think she's had enough. Just look at her fucking face."

You're Denki's new neighbor, having just moved down the hall into apartment 3E. After finally securing a day off from work, he decided to do the neighborly thing and invite you over. To get to know you better.

He met you as he was preparing to leave for work one morning.

You looked so lost and gullible, easy prey for him, but if he hadn't have left then, Katsuki would have most certainly put his ass on bathroom duty for being late. 

He'd have to put his quest of getting to know you on the back burner until he had more time.

And now, the day has finally come.

He wasn't very impressed when Hitoshi insisted on coming over the same day to 'work on some maintenance issues'.

Hitoshi is a bastard, a smooth bastard, that always seems to be in competition with him when it comes to nagging hot, unsuspecting chicks and taking them home, filling them up with weed, alcohol, and dick, then giving them the boot.

They even have a scoreboard, and Denki is currently just one point behind Hitoshi right now. Just one measly point.

And Denki planned to use little ole, naive you to even the score.

"What even is in that shit? It smells horrible." The violet-haired man waved his hand in front of his face to waft the weed smoke away from his "delicate" nose.

"You know, I've never seen someone who smokes cigarettes be so sensitive about a little weed. Pussy."

"Pussy? Oh, so now we're name-calling then? If I'm such a pussy, then how come I'm ahead of you right now on the board?"

He pointed a long, black-polished fingertip at the board situated across the room in plain sight. 

The girls that Denki brought back here either had to be dumb, lonely, desperate, or a sad mixture of all three. Not to mention the ones with daddy issues.

“Because you use fake status and promises of discounted rent to get pussy, while I, on the other hand, use my charm and good looks. Not to mention I actually know how to fuck.” Denki smirked and crossed his long arms over his chest.

Hitoshi just snorted and Denki knew that he had won that argument.

A soft moan and a feminine hand on his jean-clad thigh made Denki jump in surprise.

"Shit, I almost forgot you were here, baby girl. Scared the fuck out of me." Denki cooed at you and then snickered.

A steaming hot box of pizza was open on the small coffee table in front of you, along with opened cans of beer and soda.

"You still didn't answer my question, pisshead. What is in that weed and why does it stink so fucking badly?" 

Denki leaned forward to grab a slice of pizza out of the box: Hawaiian-style pizza.

"It's called Pineapple Express." 

 "Oh you just fucking made that up."

"I swear I didn't, but okay." Denki reached across your lap to ash the roach. Your small hand shakily reached out, grabbed his wrist, and rubbed it all the way down to the crease of his elbow, meeting the flannel of his rolled-up shirt.

“What’s wrong, baby? Are you tired?” Denki asked you in a thick, honey-laden voice.

What he doesn't know, though, is that he's given you a dangerous mixture. 

A toxin that would soon have you spouting fairytales and complete nonsense.

You looked up at the zig-zag blonde confused, as if you were really seeing him for the first time. 

"Wait, where am I? W-what…what year is it?"

Shinsou raised an eyebrow and shot Denki a concerned look. 

"You're in my apartment, babe, and the year is 2023." Denki answered without missing a beat.

You were clutching his arm now in a panicked state.

"N-no, that can't be right. The last thing that I remember was walking home and then there was this bright, green light and…"

Both males leaned into you mechanically, them wanting to give you their full attention as well as them being eager to hear what you have to say.

"It was like a fire in the sky; at first it was merely a spark against the soot of the night, when all of a sudden, it was surrounding me, a blazing hot inferno, as if I had stepped onto the Sun's surface." You explained with a shakiness to your voice.

"If you even attempted to touch the Sun, you'd vaporize before you could even reach the surface." Shinsou retorted smartly.

Denki seemed perturbed by the story that you're currently spouting, but he also couldn't deny that it had sparked his interest. 

"Leave it to Denki to bring home a crazy bitch and try to fuck…" Shinsou mumbled and reached into his jeans pocket for a Marlboro Menthol Black cigarette.

Said blonde swatted at Shinsou, a silent message for the lavender-haired man to shut the fuck up lest he scare away the barista's latest conquest.

"Hmm, what are you babbling about, sugar tits? There's no such thing as aliens and time travelers." He chuckled gleefully and cradled you closer to him.

How cute and funny you are.

His dick began to stir in his jeans from having you lie against him like this. Your tits spilled over the neckline of your top and brushed his chest.

Shinsou rolled his periwinkle eyes as he continued to smoke his cigarette and watch the wispy smoke curl up into the air. The minty, smoky odor mixed with the fruity one of Denki’s weed.

Those eyes then moved to the floor where your open purse was sitting by his feet. Inside, he could see a couple of pill bottles peeking out.

While you were busy whining to Denki about how you’d supposedly been abducted by aliens in your past life, Shinsou leaned down and scooped the three bottles up to read their white labels.

‘Haloperidol, chlorpromazine, and trifluoperazine. Antipsychotics?’

He rolled the bottles over in his hand then shot another look over to Denki, who seemed to have forgotten that Shinsou was even there.

The blonde's nimble fingers splayed across your back while his other hand rubbed up and down your shoulder.

Your breathing quickened and Denki took that as your arousal coming out, but your chest was constricting; you felt like you might be having a panic attack.

Shinsou stood up off the couch and moved Denki's hand off of your shoulder. Honey snapped up to meet periwinkle.

"What the fuck, dude?" 

The pill bottles shook in his face, making Denki squint as he tried to read the small black writing.

"What is this?"

"Antipsychotic medication! This chick is seriously screwed up! You shouldn't have given her that weed; it's likely the only reason she's falling all over you right now!"

Denki scoffed and rolled his eyes. In his mind, Shinsou is just envious that Denki got to you first, and the lavender-haired man was afraid for Denki to take the lead over him.

"Now when it's my chance to finally get ahead, you want to be a man of morals? Spare me the bullshit, please."

"Forget about the fucking board for a minute! You-"

Denki swiped the bottles out of Shinsou's hand and brought them in front of your face. His free hand moved from your back to your belly and down into the waistband of your skirt.

"Did you remember to take your medicine today, huh, pretty?" He asked with a teasing lilt in his voice. This revelation doesn't change anything for him; he's still hard and still wants to fuck you.

Your eyes refocus on him, only slightly, and you give a faraway nod.

"I did…I think.." 

He leaned forward to set the pill bottles on the coffee table. "Good girl…" He purred like a fat cat with a bowl full of fresh tuna.

Denki grabbed your exposed thigh and used it to pull your leg across his waist. Shinsou didn't miss how your cunt gripped the chartreuse lace of your panties as Denki exposed you to his sunken eyes. He bit his lip.

"You're really going to fuck her while she's like this?" His voice was thick with apprehension. 

Denki didn't falter; he even smirked.

"Sure am...not like I haven't done it before. You got a problem, you can leave. There's the door." He nodded his head behind him to the metal door that leads into the hallway.

Shinsou's jaw clenched; his pride wouldn't let him be outdone by a dumbass like Denki. Not by a long shot. 

Shinsou had to think of a plan and think of one fast before Denki would have your spaced-out ass bouncing on his dick in this very living room. 

"Hey…I've got an idea. If she claims she was abducted by aliens, I'll hypnotize her. That way, we'll know if she's really telling the truth or if she's just a nut."

Denki laughed at the double entendre. "She is just a nut, but I'm interested now. Do you really know how to hypnotize someone?" He asked, looking at Shinsou while standing up from the couch.

"Of course, I'm a licensed hypnotist." Shinsou lied, trying to save face. 

Denki positioned you in a supine position and crossed your arms over your chest.

"I'm going to hypnotize her, not put her in a fucking tomb." Shinsou rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, whatever. Just do it, before I get bored. Also, if you think you're going to trick me into giving her up, you've got another thing coming." Denki snapped.

His tone grew darker, possessive. He settled his long limbs onto the coffee table and pushed the cans and pizza boxes off to the side.

"Shut the fuck up." Shinsou mumbled. He walked over to the arm of the couch where your head is situated and stood over you.

Smoke-scented fingers caressed your cheek and jaw. You looked up into Shinsou's eyes and they turned dark like cold, jagged amethysts.

"I need you to relax for me, kitten. Breathe slow and easy, don't force them out. Just let them come slow and easy, just like that. Good girl." 

His hand moved to stroke your hair and your squinted eyes shut completely.

"Keep breathing and slowly begin to count backwards from fifty. Come on, do it for me, baby. I know you can." 

Denki's golden eyes watched with intent and arousal; watching you submit to Shinsou's whim so easily was making him even harder than he was previously.

"50…49…48…47…46…"

Your arms slumped by your sides as you drifted off. 

—--

1976

—--

The crickets' songs were melodious in your ears as you walked through your darkened college campus to get back to your dormitory.

The women's dorms were situated far from the main campus and the only way to get there was through a thick, wooded area.

"Silly me for not watching the time and ending up kicked out on my ass at 8pm at night. So not groovy." You chuckled.

Your platform sandals thumped against the ground, the material of your flared pants swishing over them with every calculated step that you took.

It was a bit of a chilly night, not unusual for your hometown, but tonight oddly seemed much colder.

The breeze ruffled your clothes and you looked up into the obsidian night sky. The moon was high and the stars swirled behind the dark gray clouds like a vortex, waiting to swallow up the wispy bits of condensation. 

"How beautiful…"

Suddenly, one of those stars began growing larger and larger. It seemed to be moving towards the Earth; a comet maybe?

No.

It's much bigger and much wider than a comet would be and it's…spinning.

Hot.

The heat was all around you at once and you were trapped. A mechanical whirring sound reverberated in your ears and drummed against your brain. 

Bright, green light emanated from the flying disk as it landed amongst the trees, crushing many of them under its massive weight. 

The sound of multiple tree trunks cracking and bending under it sounded like multiple whips cracking against flesh and the sound made you wince. You dropped your books and covered your ears. 

"What…this can't be happening right now…"

You whispered softly and clenched your eyes shut. The biting cold was now no match for the heat that had engulfed your entire being. 

You fainted.

—--

We are not the same. I am a Martian..

We are not the same. I am a Martian..

(Greetings from Planet Weezy,

We will begin transmission in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…)

Phone home! (Weezy)

Phone home! (Weezy)

Phone home! (Weezy)

Phone home! (Weezy)

And if you feel like you're the best go 'head and do the Weezy-wee and

Phone home! (Weezy)

Phone home! (Weezy)

—-

You awoke sometime later in a cold room with steel walls.

"What happened to me..I..what the hell?"

You tried to move your arms, but they were strapped down on either side of your head with thick leather straps.

"What the fuck?! Let me go! Let me out of here! Anybody! Somebody - help me!"

All of your racket must have alerted whoever else was on the ship with you, because the metal door opened, lifting up from the floor slowly.

Purple smoke filtered under the door and two white-robed figures walked in.

You looked at them and they looked back at you. Then they looked at each other and began speaking in a language that your puny human brain couldn't even begin to comprehend.

The two of them looked like regular humans, but you knew that they were anything but.

The shorter one of the two, a blonde with a black zig-zag stripe through one side of his hair, focused on you. 

He was wearing blue visor-like eyewear that shielded his honey-colored eyes from your vision. The man began to approach your bedside and only upon closer inspection did you realize that he was carrying a metal try with various surgical tools on it.

While the blonde situated himself on a stool beside your bed, the other, a much taller man with wild purple hair, matching eyes, and a black mouthpiece concealing the lower portion of his face sat down at the foot of your bed…table…examination table.

He said something else to the blonde, who nodded without looking up from the laptop that he was now typing on.

He moved a slim finger to press something on the screen - you couldn't read the text, it must be in whatever language they were speaking - and you noticed that his skin was a sickly-looking pale green color and his fingers ended in very sharp black talons.

Definitely not human.

—-

We are not the same, I am a Martian

And I'm hotter than summer rain like Carl Thomas

Lock, load, ready to aim at any target 

I could get your brains for a bargain like I bought it from Target 

—-

The purple-haired one seemed content with just watching you, but he began twisting the knobs on the sides of his mouthpiece.

Greetings, human.

The sound rang inside your head like a bell. It didn't seem to have come from his mouth, but since you couldn't see his lips, you really didn't know. 

"I-I…what do you plan to do with me? Please, just let me go home…!"

You pleaded to him, but your cries didn't seem to really affect him. He just continued staring at you, as if you were an insect under a microscope..

An insect that he could easily overpower and crush if you even tried to defy him or his partner. 

We plan to cause you no harm, if and only if you obey us and let us perform some examinations on you…

"W-What kind of examinations?"

The blonde, now finished with his computer work, rose from the stool and grabbed the metal tray.

He joined the purple one at the foot of your bed, having pulled the stool with him to sit back down on.

The purple one said no more, but the blonde reached for your feet and placed them into stirrups at the bottom of the bed.

This setup is one that you're quite familiar with…is he planning to… give you a feminine wellness exam?

Your thoughts on that were quickly diverted once you saw the tools that the blonde had actually picked up.

He wore thick blue gloves made of, what you assumed might be latex, but it had to be stronger or his claws would've ripped right through them.

"No…no no no no…please!" You pleaded, thrashing against the table widely.

In one hand he held what looked like a transvaginal ultrasound probe but on a much larger scale then what you'd find in any doctor's office on Earth.

The blonde spoke again to his companion, his tone coming across as annoyed. 

The purple-haired man slowly rose from his seat and walked over to you.

He placed his large hand atop your sweaty hair and began to gently stroke it in an effort to calm you down.

Hush now, if you don't lie still I'm going to have to sedate you.

Why couldn't you have just done that in the first damn place!?

You wanted to argue back, but thought it less than wise to do so.

The blonde continued on since you seemed to be distracted now. Deciding to not look at whatever he was about to do to you, you focused your attention on the purple-haired man.

He looked into your eyes and his own wrinkled at the corners, like he might be smiling at you. His sharp nails lightly skimmed over your scalp creating a tingling sensation.

Very good, pet. You're doing so well…

He reached behind his head and began to undo the contraption over his mouth.

The last thing that you saw was a wide mouth full of rows of razor-sharp teeth and a long, purple reptilian tongue.

—

We are not the same, I am an alien

Like Gonzales, young college 

Student, who done just flipped the game like Houston

I'm use to Promethazine and two cups, I'm screwed up

And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up

Flow so sick, make you wanna throw your food up

—-

The blonde man pushed the large instrument inside of you and watched from a screen situated above your bed to make sure that he was maneuvering it correctly. 

The large instrument stretched the skin of your stomach so lewdly and the purple-haired man watched it maneuver inside of you, intrigued.

Then, with a very long and very thin needle, the blonde penetrated your belly in order to get to your ovaries and retrieve some eggs.

When he finished, he removed his gloves and washed his hands in a wide, oval-shaped sink made of what looked like pure white marble.  

Your face was covered in sweat and you were breathing heavily, but both men were cooing over you now, stroking your arms and legs while speaking in their strange language.

You didn't exactly remember it, but you somehow ended up back in the forest where you started.

Five days later.

Your roommate, teachers, colleagues, and parents were all worried sick about you, and finally, you were found on the fifth day, curled up in a ball in the middle of the forest.

They were scared that you might have been drugged and assaulted or worse, had a delusional episode and had wandered off by yourself and gotten lost in the forest.

You had no clothes on when they found you; the only thing covering you was a thin blanket made of a shimmery-metallic colored fabric.

The story became a big sensation in your town, but many were skeptical of you because of your schizophrenia.

You went on to finish college and live a pretty successful life, but that one night all those years ago still haunted you..

—-

I never had life and I never had fear

I rap like I done died and gone to heaven I swear

And yeah I'mma bear, like black and white hair, so I'm polar

And they can't get on my system cause my system is the Solar

I am so far from the othars, I meant others

I just eat them for supper, get in my spaceship and hover, hover

—-

Present Day, 2023

—-

"Damn, it really worked…" Denki said in awe as his eyes raked over your still body. "Isn't she supposed to like, talk, though? She hasn't said a word."

Currently, you haven't really said anything or moved much. Shinsou really had no idea what the hell he was doing, but he knew that he hadn't killed you, so all wasn't lost.

"She's so cute, I could give a damn about her stupid alien story." Denki got up from the coffee table and began unbuckling his jeans. 

"Whoa, you're really going to fuck an unconscious girl?" Shinsou asked, a bit taken aback.

The blonde scoffed, "Please, cut the nice guy act, will you? It really doesn't suit you. Besides, I saw her first, so I'm going to fuck her." He shrugged, uncaring. 

"Wait, stop. She just moved. She can probably hear us." Shinsou looked at your face, and sure enough your lips were moving and you were mumbling something.

"Please stop…hurts…let me go…help...someone…" Tumbled out of your Chapstick-coated lips.

"She's probably talking to the aliens, so she's not unconscious." Denki snickered. He elbowed Shinsou out of the way and straddled your legs over the couch. A zipper came down and he was now palming his hard cock in one hand while the other reached to pull your top down.

His hand then slapped your face and you jolted, but didn't open your eyes.

"With that weed, her psycho meds, and whatever the hell you just did, we just made her into the perfect little fuck doll for us to enjoy."

"Us? This is crazy…I can't…" Shinsou cut himself off as he looked at the board again.

If he didn't do this, he would be behind Denki.

He would lose to Denki.

He couldn't let that happen.

"Either we fuck her together or no one does and the board remains as is. So what'll it be, Hitoshi?"

—-

I got a dirty mind

I got filthy ways

I'm tryna bathe my ape (ape) in your Milky Way (Way)

I'm a legend, I'm irreverent, I be reverend

I'll be so far u-u-u-p

We don't give a f-u-u-uck

Welcome to the danger zone, step into the fantasy 

You are not invited to the other side of sanity

They calling me an alien, a big-headed astronaut

Maybe it's because ya boy Yeezy get ass a lot

—-

Shinsou situated himself back at the edge of the couch where your head was.

He pulled his own zipper down and let his dick flop right on out and rest against your soft cheek.

"So soft and warm…" His fingers curled into your hair as he began stroking himself. 

"Bet her mouth is much softer and much warmer." Denki sighed. He was jacking himself off with your pretty lace panties wrapped around his condom-covered cock.

—-

You're so, hypnotizing

Could you be the devil? 

Could you be an angel?

Your touch, magnetizing 

Feels like I am floating

Leaves my body glowing 

They say "Be afraid"

You're not like the others

Futuristic lover

Different DNA

They don't understand you 

You're from a whole 'nother world

A different dimension 

You open my eyes 

And I'm ready to go, lead me into the light  

—-

"Probably right…let's find out." Shinsou huffed breathlessly.

He leaned over you, parted your lips with two fingers, and spat into your mouth.

His cold, thin lips covered yours as he kissed you fully on the mouth, slipping his tongue inside.

—-

Kiss me, k-k-kiss me

Infect me with your lovin', fill me with your poison 

Take me, t-t-take me

Wanna be a victim, ready for abduction

Boy, you're an alien 

Your touch, so foreign 

It's supernatural 

Extraterrestrial

—-

After releasing his warm cum all over your pussy, Denki reached for a small box underneath the couch.

Inside were two electric nipple clamps.

"These will really give her the shock of her life." He grinned and attached them to your erect nipples. 

"Wanna do the honors?" He tossed the small, black remote to Shinsou, who was rubbing his swollen cock over your wet lips.

Shinsou pressed a button on the remote and your body jerked from the electric shock, making Denki giggle.

—-

You're so supersonic

Wanna feel your power

Stun me with your laser

Your kiss, is cosmic

Every move is magic

You're from a whole 'nother world

A different dimension 

You open my eyes 

And I'm ready to go, lead me into the light 

—-

"Fuck..!"

"S-shit.."

Both men moved in a rhythm; Denki thrusting into your cunt while Shinsou did the same action with your mouth.

"I'm going to…blow my fucking load..ahh shit, she's so tight for such a dumb slut." Denki groaned, his hips jerking faster and faster, making the couch scrape back and forth against the floor. 

"I'm close, too…fuck…so good…such a good kitten, take all of my cum, now. Drink it all up like a good bitch." 

Shinsou's head flopped forward and he grasped one of your tits while he orgasmed hard.

His cum flooded your mouth and spilled over the sides. The lavender-haired man tutted and used his thumb to push it back inside your mouth.

"Fuck!" Denki shouted and sunk his knees into the couch as he came hard into the condom. He had to catch his breath before he climbed off of you. Your panties were stuffed in his back pocket as he went to trash the condom and clean himself up.

Shinsou sank down onto the coffee table and pulled out another cigarette while he watched you.

It was now evening and the windows had darkened along with the changing sky.

Multiple stars littered the sky outside and the moon shone through the window where Denki had left the curtains open a smidgen.

When Denki came back, you were coming to with a shocked and confused look on your face. 

"It's you, again…it's you! You came back!" You cried. 

Without any care for how you might've looked, you sat upright urgently and wrapped your arms around yourself.

The blonde and purple-haired men just stared at you with bored expressions on their faces. 

They had gotten what they wanted and now had no use for you or any regard for your well-being whatsoever. 

That blonde and lavender hair, those sharp, cunning eyes…they were the same as those from all those years ago…how could you have not noticed it before?

"Stay away from me, you monsters!" 

You threw a pillow from the couch at Denki and he caught it. A smirk covered his lips as he watched you run out of the door with your skirt pushed up your hips, no shoes, no purse, and your hand haphazardly holding your breasts inside your top.

"Do you think she'll tell anyone?" Shinsou asked, smoke curling from his lips as he spoke.

Denki reached for another pre-rolled blunt that had been pushed off the side of the table during your activities. 

"Even if she did, who would believe a crazy bitch like her?"

—-

You ran completely out of the building, into the night.

You didn't know exactly where you were running to, but you knew that you had to get away from there.

Ahh, there you are. We've finally found you, again.

Your head whipped around behind you, where you could see two, tall, robed figures standing there. The moonlight reflected off of that tell-tale visor, while long, skinny fingers clicked and turned the wheels on the sides of a black mouthpiece. 

Our little test subject…

You screamed. 

—-

I know a bar out in Mars

Where they driving spaceships instead of cars

Cop a Prada space suit up out the stars

Getting stupid high straight up out the jars

Pockets on Shrek, rockets on deck

Tell me what's next? Alien sex?

I'ma disrobe you, then I'ma probe you

See, I abducted you, so I tell you what to do

(I tell you what to do, what to do, what to do)

Kiss me, k-k-kiss me

Infect me with your lovin', fill me with your poison 

Take me, t-t-take me

Wanna be a victim, ready for abduction

Boy, you're an alien 

Your touch, so foreign 

It's supernatural 

Extraterrestrial

----

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