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[karda]

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[omegafan101]

Oh boy, Sonic the Hedgehog Annual 2022 is out and it’s absolutely amazing so I guess it’s time for me to share my thoughts on it and gush about every story. Here we go! Spoilers below!

Guardians

Starting off with a Blaze story! I absolutely love how the Annuals give some time for some supporting characters to shine without hurting the story too much. And speaking of supporting characters who need a chance to shine MARINE IS BAAAACK!

Okay, full disclosure, I have never actually played Sonic Rush Adventure, hell I haven’t so much as watched the cutscenes. So the extent of my knowledge about Marine is from her appearances in the Archie comics, and SonicSong182′s use of her. So, I don’t know why people don’t like Marine, but I love her and am so glad Blaze’s very own Tails has finally made another appearance!

But of course the real meat of the story comes from a character interaction I had somehow never thought of!

It only makes sense that Blaze would go to Knuckles about her worries with being a guardian, the two don’t know each other well but they share the same role. It’s a very nice little talk that shows Blaze’s character growth with actually taking Knuckles’ advice because she WANTS to be around everyone again. Also love how Knuckles acknowledges that leaving Angel Island to help save the world is always a gamble because I think everyone was getting fed up of him leaving it behind so often lol

I also just love the implication that Blaze invited Marine to join her on her little vacation. Understandable that she’d wanna stay behind but I hope we get to see more of her again. SPECIFICALLY because I want her to meet Silver and finally form that fantasy team.

And hey I guess this means Blaze is gonna be sticking around the main crew awhile! GOOD! I love Blaze, she’s a wonderful character and I’m so glad Ian found a natural way to put her back into the story again without having to jump to constant dimensional stakes.

Uh... This would be the point where I jump to the next story but I just gotta take a moment to absolutely GUSH about Adam Bryce Thomas and Joana Lafuente’s artwork!

LIKE LOOK AT ALL THIS! IT’S SO FUCKING PRETTY!!!

Also some appreciation for how fucking cute Blaze is when she smiles we love a girl who’s learned it’s okay to be happy

Weapons

ALRIGHT I’VE STALLED LONG ENOUGH YOU SEE MY NAME, YOU SEE MY PFP, YOU SEE THE COVER I CHOSE TO USE, IT’S TIME TO TALK ABOUT THE OMEGA STORY BABY!!! (oh yeah and Gemerl’s there too)

I kid I kid, I love Gemerl and couldn’t be happier that he’s been added to the main lineup of Sonic’s friends, really thought everyone forgot about him after Advence 3.

So hey, we finally get that sparring match Omega and Gemerl teased and OH

LOOK AT THEM GO!

We love a good fight that doubles as a moment for characters to get a better understanding of one another. That’s some good ass shonen shit right there.

I love how Omega really does see the potential in Gemerl, one who has gone toe to toe with Sonic and was pretty damn even with him, and offers him to join his side in actively destroying the Eggman Empire. But on the other end of the spectrum, yes Gemerl WAS built as a battle robot, but more importantly he was built as a successor to Emerl and was made to evolve. And he has greatly, gaining a genuine care for his new found family and perhaps even some form of emotion.

Now, I wanna talk about this panel right after.

So, Omega and Gemerl don’t have... Eyes or a mouth, so they can’t really convey any emotion with their face. But I’ve been known to read far too deep into Omega as a character, and something about the way he looks here is getting me to think he is genuinly taken aback about Gemerl’s statement.

First of all there is his face, which again, can convey no emotion, but he does have the head piece which can be angled to look like eyebrows. Often he’s seen at such an angle that he looks angry or threatening, but here it makes him look kinda wide eyed.

The second most damning piece of evidence is the fact that he is not on guard. At all. Omega is a robot built for destruction, who loves to fight, and is currently in a sparring match. But he is standing with his arms at his side staring at his oppent. He gets on guard in the very next panel but that’s awfully slow to him.

My two cents? Well, I think Omega takes a bit of what Gemerl says to heart, because, aside from breaking off Eggman’s ranks, Omega HASN’T evolved. He is still destructive, he will still destroy anyone who gets in his way, and he still may have some aggression towards Sonic. By all accounts, he is still Eggman’s creation. Now if Team Dark were friends like they’re supposed to be I could bring that up but Sega sucks now so--

Do I think this’ll lead anywhere? Probably not, and I’m likely reading too much into this, but I can always pretend that Omega is more of a character than he actually is, can’t I?

Anyway, I love how these two just beat the ever litting bolts out of each other and then carried each other back to Tails and Belle.

And at long last, we got some brobots in the house.

(Hey guys, your little sister, Belle, is also over there... Wanna include her...?) I’m constantly in need of Omega being Belle’s big brother I don’t care how OOC it would be.

Hero Camp

In all honesty I don’t have too much to say about this one, it’s cute, it’s fun, I find it funny that Cream feels the need to go to a camp to learn to be a hero after all the shit she’s been through.

Also this panel

I don’t know why but I love it. For some reason I cannot hear Cream’s usual voice reading this, I think it’s just cause it’s not quite as nice as she usually is which you know what good for her.

Also LOVE the fact that the Restoration HQ has all this shit lmao

Anyway, Cream’s fun, Orbot and Cubot are funny, this was a nice little story. That’s all.

Future Growth

Oh you thought we were only getting an excuse for Blaze to stick around? THINK AGAIN!

Looks like Silver’s here to stay! Which I’m very glad about, time starts getting fuckity if he always comes back when his time is in crisis. It just makes no sense.

But at long last, we get some Rivals 2 acknowledgement

Good choice of character to talk to Silver, writers. I’m proud of you.

Anyway I love the line of “Everything’s okay, but I’m not.” Silver’s always been an anxious mess, and it makes sense that he would feel like he’s doing something wrong if he doesn’t have something to save. Not to mention, with so much time spent with everyone in the past, he’s made some lasting friendships that he can’t have in his own time. I guess this means Silver will be sticking around, because he wants to. Which is nice.

Also this

Anyone with this little ship must be very happy.

Another Grand Adventure For Jet the Hawk

First off, Jet’s room.

Oh good lord there’s so much to point out here. I think my favorite part is the picture of him and Sonic with Sonic’s half very poorly torn off. Also happy birthday Jet!

But enough about Jet cause we’ve got WHISPER CONTENT!

I’ve missed her. Please come back to us soon Whisper (i know she’ll be in an upcoming issue with Surge it’s just nice to see her here).

And now we’ve got Whisper, on Extreme Gear, shooting a badnik from it, and with her oh so rare moment of yelling because Jet is just THAT annoying.

This story is very fucking good I highly enjoyed it.

Also love how she never got Jet out of the badnik’s hand that’s pretty fucking funny, like is he gonna be okay?

A Rough Patch

Been too long since we’ve seen this idiotic duo, and I love how they have a big break up over rhyming. Rough and Tumble are so fucking good.

This grouping is so odd I love it. Someone really realized Rouge and Tangle sounded similar to Rough and Tumblr and decided to roll with that and I respect them for that.

These two are so fucking dumb I love them

They are lucky they’re so strong because I don’t think they’d get anywhere in life without that fact.

Anyone stealing Rough and Tumble’s rhyming gimmick is like when Ash and his friends would steal the Team Rocket motto it’s so much fun.

However I am legitimately upset that Tumble didn’t cap off the joke by mentioning that “mangled” and “Tangle” is a slant rhyme like come on it was right there!

And hey! Rouge has a Chaos Emerald now!

I wonder if I should be keeping track of that. I’m pretty sure this is the first one we’ve seen since they were used at the end of the Metal Virus, but I could be wrong.

Conclusion

I want more. Honestly 2023 Annual cannot come sooner. I love these things so much, the differing art styles, the weird character matchups, the chance for less important characters to get a story to shine. It’s all so much fun!

Overall I don’t think it’s quite as good at the 2020 Annual, but that was telling tales in between all the Metal Virus chaos so it’s kinda hard to beat.

Also I just realized Shadow was absolutely no where to be seen in this, I don’t think he’s made an appearance since issue 36 in fact. We’re coming up on a year and a half since Shadow has been in the comics, it looks like Ian is really keeping his word with not writing Shadow stories if Sega is gonna be so awful about his characterization, and frankly good for him! I would rather not have Shadow in the comic then have the awful version of him Sega has forced upon the writers.

But this one had all the fun, goofy, character driven antics I so crave and even gave us Silver and Blaze has longer staying characters and the status of one of the Chaos Emeralds (if we’re keeping track).

And most importantly, OMEGA GOT A STORY 10/10

No seriously, I loved this, it’s not perfect, I probably won’t remember the Cream story by the end of the moneht, but it was fucking great to read overall.

9/10

[borkthemork]

Drabble Request: Anne and Marcy after her rescue

You know what, Anon? You get a 2,600 word draft as a treat. Thank you for your patience!

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Anne had read books before.

She wasn't the kind of person to read long-winding literature like the typical bookworms back home, but she did read whatever interested her. From magazines to comics to zoo books about bird mating dances, Anne liked stuff that had meat to it.

Give her enemies to lovers, she'd cheer at the makeouts. Give her gut wrenching biographies about surviving the Himalayas, she'd bawl her eyes out. And if one gave her story about being one's true self under the guise and acceptance of a duck instructor then she'd quack it up and never be heard from again.

There needed to be meat, drama, scenes of people kissing in the rain. Stories were all about getting punched in the gut over some random guy, and that would always be the best part!

So she had no idea why Cynthia Coven never stood out to her.

It might be because of the choppy writing style or perhaps fantasy wasn't her thing, but that didn't make sense to her. After all, she'd read anything as long as it was interesting and somehow the Coven books just…didn't stick?

Sure, Cynthia had a pet squirrel. Anne could find a squirrel at the park anytime. Cynthia had spells, curses, people with talking body parts that shouldn't be talking at all. Okay, cool — ugh, why wasn't she interested? Everything about it seemed right up her alley!

She chalked it up to preferences and moved on. 

But somehow, after all these years, the same book fluttered between the pages in her hands. And she found herself narrating, speaking the paragraphs out loud under the green canvas of her tent. 

All because the bedridden girl beside her couldn't sleep. 

It had been forty-six hours since Anne and the girls united. It felt a lot longer than that, if she wanted to be honest, but all the footing, fighting, and planning they did to get out unharmed from Andrias's castle had taken a toll on them. And for Mar-mar even more so, what with the amount of stuff that went down. A lot of explosions. Crying. Frog-on-frog violence.

So in this tent came privacy. Not enough privacy to basically stop Sprig or Sasha from barging in, but the makeshift walls were one of the most protected cliff faces inside the forests. So they were basically between a rock and a hard place.

And since Amphibia's nature became a hazard to not only the typical frog but aggro robot intruders, nothing got through as a threat in the end. Not even the huge mother frobo that she and Sash fought days prior.

Anne flipped a page.

The cold draft had slipped in and raised goosebumps on her umber skin. It almost seemed surreal that Summer started to transition out with the months passing, but the chirp of birds and the lack of cicada song had marked a new season, and now Anne shivered slightly with her narration.

Marcy's wounds needed to heal. From the remains of the stab wound to the headache to the numerous nicks upon her feet, if she didn't start sleeping then the medicine Maddie gave wouldn't come into effect anytime soon.

And if she didn't snore in the next ten minutes, Sash would have to knock her out with some sleepshroom grub saute and Anne wasn't going to let her get drugged anytime soon.

But from what was currently happening, Anne became unsure.

Marcy's eyes fluttered shut a few times. She would start drifting off at some random part in the story and then jolted back to listening intently as if nothing had happened. Nothing in the book could get her to sleep. Not Cynthia's introduction to werebeasts, her dramatic one-liners, or how she got knocked out for a minute straight from drinking a pint of Canadian beer.

Wait, could teens drink beer in Canada? Gah, that wasn't important!

What was important was that Marcy looked dead — terrifyingly dead — and no matter how much Anne tried to keep her eyes on the words, the fear clung to the recesses of her mind, asking if everything was going to be alright despite the girls' current luck streak.

That maybe this would be the last time she'd ever see Marcy alive. All because she fell asleep.

Anne leveled her voice when these thoughts struck her, and hoped Marcy didn't note the hitch in her throat or how she blinked faster to catch herself from crying.

Because Marcy was strong. She was stronger than people gave her credit for.

Anne peered down. Marcy's thumb had pressed to the side of Anne's fingers, their eyes meeting for a second; one harbored bags under her eyes, the other of worry.

"I promise I'll sleep." Her smile reached her gaze, the weariness plain on her worn out dimples and ashen cheeks. Anne might need a washcloth later. "It's been a long time since I've read the Cynthia Coven series, my brain can't help but pay attention."

"I know, Mar-mar." Anne closed her eyes for a second and let out a relaxed sigh. "Seven months can be pretty long."

"Tell me about it." Marcy's eyes lingered at the ceiling, licking her lips. "I've been so busy with everything that's been happening that I've barely caught up with the latest book."

"Yeah." Anne smiled. "You know they've got a new release out?"

She blinked. Almost as if Anne punched her in the face at that moment. "Are you serious? Aw man, I missed so much."

"Hey, it's alright. It'll be waiting for you when we get back." Besides, Anne already wrapped the edition in a lot of Christmas paper, might as well keep the surprise.

But Marcy still looked miserable. She pouted,  letting her sink more into the mattress almost comically, and Anne bit back a laugh when she groaned. "Oh man, I'm so excited, this sucks! At least tell me if Cynthia gets over the Bridge of Quintessence."

"I don't know what that means and besides, you're two books behind, why would you wanna spoil it!"

They shared a laugh and carried on. Anne missed this. She did. In between the page clips and the eagerness flowing in Marcy's voice, it almost seemed like they were back to what they once were: Two girls laughing and making fun of bad jokes, giggling at stuff that didn't make sense in the story. It almost made the worries over Andrias and her parents grow into background noise.

Almost.

Anne perked up. A question had flown past her, and now Marcy stared at her, inquiry clear in her eyes. "Oh, sorry, I zoned out a bit. What'd you say, Marbles?"

"I'm curious, Annarama."

"Curious about what?"

Marcy's eyes traveled over her shoulder for a second. Was it the fatigue? Judging from how she fiddled with her fingers, the question must've been something serious, maybe something about Andrias or what happened back in the castle.

Whatever it was, Anne readied herself as she waited.

And then:

"Is that mine?"

Anne blinked. She ogled her book, then at the bedside table with its medicinal herbs, then the Thai Go logo printed fresh on her shirt. "What's yours?"

She pointed to Anne's waist.

When Anne looked down, the realization struck her like a bat. Under the filtered sunlight, she almost forgot that the yellow jacket around her waist was there to begin with, snug and tight in that hard knot Anne tied everytime she stepped out of the house.

And somehow, it remained clean from countless dimensional hops and Super Saiyan power-ups. And now it was here. Being scrutinized by her and the girl opposite her.

With that, she started to sweat.

Right, that.

A nervous laugh burst out from her mouth, making Marcy stare at her more out of concern.

How was she going to explain that?

"Oh, yeah! I almost forgot!" She rubbed her neck, trying her best to pick out the right reasons in her mind, but nothing stuck out to her. "It's a funny story actually, so funny that you'll probably forget in the morning so why not another time?"

A smile formed. "I don't know, Anne." Her eyes scrunched up too in pleasure, pressing her thumb against Anne's knuckles. "I'm all for sleeping to a comedy. Remember when we watched Borat? I laughed so hard I passed out."

"Oh, Mar-mar, that's not what I mean."

"Then what do you mean?" She then pulled her hand away, frowning. "Unless I'm pushing you, then I'll just—"

"No, no. You're fine!" What wasn't fine was how her heart pounded against her chest. Or, that the more she tried to take a deep breath, Marcy's growing concern made her laughter sound more like an old man wheezing from an asthma attack.

Anne was about to make a dumbass out of herself and that was fine! As long as she stayed calm and explained then maybe she wouldn't feel nervous about this.

Wait, why was she nervous anyway? It was just a jacket!

Oh, she knew why.

"Okay." Anne placed the book down, trying to regain her breath. Might as well go for it. What was the worst that could happen? Don't answer that. "So you remember how I've been trying to find my way back after I got through the portal?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, I didn't want to forget. Not like I would've but I thought you died and I knew taking down Andrias was the only way to avenge you and get Sasha back." Anne sharply inhaled — words speeding past her ears. "So I thought 'Hey, I'll carry your jacket so I don't forget' and I basically wore it around everyday until I finally found a way back. So…"

Marcy's stare didn't help her sweating as she spoke, giving jazz hands to finish it all off. "Here I am. Yeah."

Marcy continued to stare at her. She'd never seen her this gobsmacked before; usually she found a way to ask questions, to let her enthusiasm shine through with eager stride, but now she became a deer in the highlights. All agape. All wide-eyed.

Oh Frog, I broke her.

"Mar-mar, you okay?"

"So you wore my jacket as a reminder to stop Andrias," she asked slowly, "after months of finding a way back?"

Anne puffed out her cheeks. "Maybe?"

"Anne…"

"Okay, okay, yeah." She hung her head, defeat in her voice. "I did."

"Oh." Marcy's eyes widened to the size of saucers, a shaky exhale breaking through. "Oh."

Anne stood up. If she didn't get out in the next fifteen seconds, she was going to explode. "Okay, yep! That's it for the Cynthia Coven series! Goodnight, Mar-mar, I'll check up on you later—!"

"Wait, wait!"

Marcy latched onto her wrist. Her ears pounded on, hard to focus with her sweaty palms and the shallowness of her breath. Because this whole situation was awkward and weird and it made her feel funny things in her heart and darn it Anne should've handled this back on Earth — not while they were stuck in the middle of a Frog darn war!

"Anne, please look at me."

She did. 

When she turned, the sight surprised her. Marcy's cheeks had darkened considerably as they held each other's gazes, the hold on her arm still having them tethered to one another.

Then the touch loosened slightly. It didn't speak of fear nor did it speak of pain. It didn't speak of the desperation Marcy once had when she held her fists in the broken halls of the Newtopian castle. What Anne instead found was reassurance. A reassurance in their interlocked hands, at how they gazed intently under the tent canvas, a heat creeping well onto Anne's cheeks too.

"It's really sweet that you wore my jacket like that." Marcy then bore down at the bedding lines, almost squeaking her words. "And very clever! Yeah! Because a physical reminder is a great alternative to notebooks and to-do list, and since my jacket has emotional connotations to me, of course you'd wear it! It just makes sense."

Marcy coughed into her sleeve, words almost a whisper. "You've always been good at improvising, after all."

"Mar-mar..."

"And thank you."

Anne stopped. She could've honed in on the bustling Wartwoodians outside. Or the rustle of the forest trees. But she focused on the comforting tap of Marcy's fingers, and the gleam in the girl's eyes — almost as if Marcy was about to cry.

"You've always been kind," she murmured. Her fingers trailed circles on Anne's palms, leaving her to shudder slightly under the touch. Especially when Marcy's eyes grew half-lidded. Remorse on her lips. "And to know you worked so hard after everything I did to you and Sash, I don't how I'll ever make it up for it."

"You don't have to do that," she said. Her words drifted between them, remembering what Mrs. Wu said a few months ago: That Marcy was the best out of all of them. Because she always needed to be. "What Andrias did was not your fault, and I'll beat him again if he ever makes you think it is."

"Besides," she said, putting on a smile. "Having you beside me has always been enough. Honest."

But Marcy's grief remained on her face, unspoken as her fingers faltered their dragging on Anne's palms.

Because she wanted to hold her hand instead, both their fingers trembling from the bedridden girl's arm.

"Anne, I hurt you. I did. No matter how much I try to justify myself, I still omitted everything about what I knew." Her eyebrows furrowed, glaring more at their shaky hands. "I was selfish. I wasn't honest."

"Don't say that. You didn't know this would happen, I understand this now."

"But you're still angry." Marcy sighed. "I know you are."

The conifers rustled silently. The faraway bugs whistled, occupying each interval as they held hands, their gazes observing anything but the other. Until Anne couldn't think up a better excuse anymore.

As much as Anne tried to forgive, there was something frightening about the resentment in her skin, underneath all that warmth. It went against every lesson she learned. Every lesson of compassion. Or maybe she was just denying it for what it truly was — a tight angry wound that had reason to exist as much as their handlock. 

Her body sagged at the thought. She'd gotten so far, trying to deny anything about herself would reverse so much.

"Yeah," she said softly. "I'm still mad. I don't want to be, but I am. But that doesn't mean I was gonna leave you guys in the middle of a war." The next words were under her breath. "I never wanted you guys to get hurt in the first place."

Marcy brushed her knuckles. "Take as much time as you need."

"I think a few months is enough."

"Or a year."

A smile. "Maybe more."

And Anne held her hand until the silence heard their heartbeats. Until their smiles returned slowly, surely.

"I talked to Sasha before you came in," Marcy said.

"You did?"

She nodded. "Mhm. And I don't know if she told you this, but we both agreed to a concordance." Marcy faltered. "An agreement I mean."

Anne snorted. "You don't have to dumb yourself down around me."

"Heyy, I'm not, I just don't want this to sound...clinical."

"Right."

The younger girl shuffled closer to her, which was surprising enough with the limited room on the bed itself. But when Anne held her eyes, there came recognition of something new. Was it relief? Worry?

"What we agreed on is that you don't have to forgive us. Maybe you'll be mad at us for a long time—"

"Mar-mar, I'm not—"

"Let me finish," she said softly. Anne hesitated. She resolved to caress Marcy's knuckles instead, and, of course, she didn't seem to mind. "Whatever happens, whatever you decide, we're not going to abandon you. If you want us out of your life, we'll respect it. If you want us to stay, then we'll respect that too."

Marcy inhaled, slow and careful. 

"And when you're ready, I'll make sure to be close by."

There had been times where Anne couldn’t predict what her future held. There had been numerous moments where Anne wanted to quit, to get angry, to question how her life hit upon all these coincidences like pinball and found herself in the most surprising of situations.

But when Marcy finished, stared at her, waiting for her to let her statement sink in, everything seemed to click in place. For just a single moment.

Each word had come out resilient, well thought-out. Anne could imagine the planning so clearly: How Sasha and Marcy sat in the same positions as them, sat with their heads together as they discussed what to say. And the more Anne listened, she could only hope that Sasha was just around the corner, ready to say the same things in her own Sasha-like way.

But for now, they gripped each other's hands, squeezed their fingers until Anne could only think of the heat. The burn in her nose. Then the bit-back sob and her trembling lip as Marcy pressed a thumb carefully to Anne's cheek, rubbing the tear trail away.

Because out of everything Anne predicted to find at the other end of the portal, it wasn’t this. 

"You promise?"

Marcy smiled, the ends of her lips twitching weakly. "I promise this time." Her voice broke. "I do."

With it, came the waterworks.

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Summary: After the meeting with Dutch, (Y/N) the time-traveler, decides to take a look around the camp while trying to convince herself this was not a dream but reality.

Tags/Warnings: Nothing to add.

Note: Back again from the dead with another chapter! Hope you enjoy!

Well, this was awkward. You couldn't hope to be in a worst situation than this (well, you kinda could) but hey, at least they seem to believe you, right? What else to think when somebody drops out of the sky in the middle of your "home"?

“Well, Miss (L/N), from what you told me and the gang…You’re my great-granddaughter?” Dutch asked, his hands grabbing one of his books while he took a seat on his bed.

“Yes, sir.” The girl stood awkwardly on the tent’s entrance. She didn’t know what else to do, what, hug him? She didn't even know he existed before that old, strange lady appeared in her life. For her, Dutch was nothing but a stranger and maybe he thinks the same of her.

“It’s…nice to meet you. A very interesting experience.” He sounded almost content with it, but also a bit shocked by his voice. “I hope your life is better than, you see, ours.”

The girl let out a nervous laugh. Almost immediately covering her mouth after it. “I’m actually being hunted down by the government. Me and my group, we…did some things they didn’t agree with.”

“Oh. I see. A revolutionist?” Dutch looked at her, his gaze made her feel a bit intimidated.

“Yeah, I guess that’s one way to call it.” How would she describe what a hacker was or the modern technology? Well, (Y/N) did take parts in a few riots so perhaps revolutionist was a appropriate term to call it on the 1800s. But she wasn’t so sure about that. The life she left behind, James and the others, everything she knew was...well, not dead, but non-existing now.

“Don’t be so nervous, Miss.” The man said in a gentle tune. “I promise you, none of us will bring you any harm.” He stood up, slowly caressing her arm.

“Thanks.” She returned a kind smile, but was it the truth?

I wanted to go back that exact time, I didn't want to be there anymore. From all the movies and tvshows I'd seen, messing with the past doesn't go well, never. So who was I to tempt fate?

"I have a few more questions for you, but you need to rest. Must've been hard getting here." Dutch guided you outside and handed you some stuff, probably to make your own tent. You really hoped there weren't many bugs out here. "I'll let you get settled first."

You nodded, before taking a few hesitant steps towards the "light" (or, in this case, a fellow tree a bit distant from the others). You didn't want to bother anyone, so you began making your little forth underneath a tree and next to a few rocks. But, not that you haven't gone camping before, but this was harder than it looked. It's like your own house was fighting against you. Things kept falling or getting in the way, and nothing was going according to plan. A frustrated sigh escaped your lips.

"Need some help?"

You flinched at the voice and turned around to meet eyes with, by your memory, Javier Escuella. He was taller in person. That's all you had to say, for now. He had a soft yet deep gaze on his eyes, but if we're being honest, he looked threatening. He raised an curious eyebrow by how long you were taking to answer his simple question. You nodded, then chuckled nervously and waved around the "tent" you were building.

"I'm having a bit of trouble here."

With a better set of hands, your little fort was finished in just two hours. This felt different, y'know? Surreal to say the least. Few birds were singing, the horses in the background, the wind blowing through you, the nature, the sounds of people talking, a life you've never known. Not like this. It was kinda similiar to the life you and your friends had, the only difference being: You didn't held camps in the wild. Like Dutch, you were the leader of your group, and James was your right hand. Maybe you did resemble him a bit, just maybe. Now you were here, talking and interacting with people that in your time, were long gone. You were changing history, the past, everything. Was this the right choice?

"Are you okay?"

"Sì," You immediately looked at him, "Sorry, kinda drifted off a bit."

Javier stared at you in confusion, "Drifted?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry hah. I got lost in thought."

For your delight, Javier laughed at it before excusing himself and leaving you there to your own miserable mind. Your bed felt heavy and rocky, but it's better than nothing. You had no idea what to do now, should you go meet the others? Well, they certainly thing you're strange. Mary-Beth seemed to like you, and she could become your first friend here! Keep the hopes up, (Y/N), you're definitely gonna need it here.

"Ahem, hey Mary!"

"(Y/N)! How was the meeting with Dutch?" She paused her book and glanced over to you, while patting her hand next to her. "Come, sit!"

"It was alright," You replied almost robotically. Your mind was empty to any functional thoughts.

"This is like a fantasy book. You came from the future to change the past, and met a long lost relative." Mary-Beth almost had stars in her eyes while thinking about the "amazing" story of yours. For as amazing as it sounds, it really wasn't something that cool once you experienced it. You felt out of place. "Tell me, how is the future?"

Your mind ran through all the memories you have, every information, every place, every moment now lost in time.

"It's...harsh, unfair and cruel. Like it always has been, I suppose."

"It can't be that bad, surely." For as much as the media likes to portray the modern age as a fairy tale, it's more of a terror genre. You remember the cruel things people had told you over the years, how your dreams were not realistic enough, "become a doctor!" everybody said.

"They don't care about us. They don't care for people like you and me."  Jamie told me once. I wonder how he is now. I miss everybody, especially those late nights when we used to sing our hearts out and dance as if there was no tomorrow. It's too late now.

You gave her a small smile, "Not always."

She returned the smile, happily.

"So what's wrong with you, you old fool?"

A tall, bearded man drunkly limped towards someone older, Hosea Matthews, and spoke in a way that the older man didn't seem to like one bit. Hosea didn't even spare him a glance,"Go sleep it off, you drunken baffoon."

Bill Williamson, as you know remembered correctly now, stepped closer to Hosea and stared at him, almost as if he was daring him to repeat it again, "Excuse me?"

Like the winds change the tides, Hosea got up in a swift movement and pointed his gun at Bill, who fell to his feet. "I've excused you quite enough! Go sleep it off, is that clear?"

Bill hurriedly got back on his feet and stepped back, hands in the air with, what you could call, a frightened look on his face (which changed to angry after a few seconds).

"Okay!...Okay."

The few people that were present either got back to whatever they were doing or didn't even mind the occurence in the first place, like it was something normal to happen around here. You excused yourself and made your way to Hosea, who was sitting on a wooden table. You wondered where they got all this stuff, including the tables. Did they make them? Steal them? You rolled your eyes at the thought of the gang going to a local bar and stealing all of their tables.

"Uh, hello!" You greeted and took a seat in front of him. "I don't think we've been properly introduced, I'm...Well, you probably alright know who I am." You chuckled.

"Hosea Matthews, " He looked at you with a serene look on his eyes. He reminded you of those elderly folks you'd meet around town who were incredibly nice for their own good. "Have you been handling this alright? I know how this gang can be sometimes."

"I haven't had the chance to meet everybody yet, just Dutch, Mary-Beth, Javier and you, sir."

"Well, all in due time. You can come to me if you need anythin' else."

"Thank you, I'll make sure to remember it."

Hosea was like a father to me, or for most people in the gang. Wish I'd met someone like him before. He was a good man. I remember, when I first met him, that I thought he'd ask me plenty of questions about the future. To my surprise, he didn't. I think he wanted me to have some space, process everything that's happened so far. I miss him the most. Apart from Arthur, and Dutch. Who lost his way.

When I arrived, I had to make up my mind. I had to compose myself because this was about to be my new life, "for now" , I thought. I was ready to face this reality of time-traveling and the way things worked in that era. I was foolish. So, so foolish.

[justanothermemething]

✧･ﾟ: * Final Fantasy VII Machinabridged Sentence Starters

Season 1 Ep. 1

❝  Isn’t there usually a conductor or something? ❞ 

❝  ___ did the dentist give you a root canal or a punch to the face? ❞

❝  Alright ___, it’s showtime. ❞

❝  Then I guess I better perform! ❞

❝  Ok, the plan is, ya gonna hide the bodies! ❞

❝  I’m sorry could you repeat that last part please? ❞

❝  Now biggity-bounce to it baby! ❞

❝  ___ your friend is killing me. ❞

❝  N-Now I know this looks bad... ❞

❝  Ok, anyways, uh, as I was saying... ❞

❝  Could you not shoot me?!? ❞

❝  You made me do this! ❞

❝  Hey uh, new guy/girl you take care of the bodies? ❞

❝  Y-you never asked my name! ❞

❝  Well, what is your name? ❞

❝  Those are ___, and no one likes those. ❞

❝  ___, was the alley dentist really worth what you saved? ❞

❝  Hey ___, don’t fuck up. ❞

❝  If you do fuck up, ya gonna have to answer to me! ❞

❝  Being ___’s besite will not save you from the wrath of ___! ❞

❝  Now hurry up, we have to take care of this place. ❞

❝  What’s wrong with this place? ❞

❝  Okay can you guys fill me in on what’s going on? ❞

❝  We’re gonna blow this motherfucker up. ❞

❝  ___ did fill you in on this, right? ❞

❝  All s/he said was ‘Hey ___! Can you do me a solid, it’ll be super easy!’ ❞

❝  To be fair all we have to do is hack into the door and plant a bomb in the reactor core... ❞

❝  Yeah! That does sound super easy! ❞

❝  Guess who’s planting the bomb? ❞

❝  Guess who’s coming with you? ❞

❝  I’m gonna be like your spirit animal, givin’ you advice! ❞

❝  Ask me what you should do! ❞

❝  Y-you sure you need to blow this place up? ❞

❝  Why not let it crumble like it seems it will any second now? ❞

❝  Also, how do we get down? ❞

❝  O-or we could find another way. ❞

❝  No other ways! ❞

❝  Kay...I don’t know you well... ❞

❝  You reaaally need to get that checked out. ❞

❝  Get what checked out? ❞

❝  When I get back ___ and I are gonna have a serious conversation. ❞

❝  Hey uhhh, hey ___? ❞

❝  Don’t do that whole planting the bomb thing. ❞

❝  Who are you? ❞

❝  Well I could tell you......bye. ❞

❝  What do you mean ‘bleahhugh’? ❞

❝  I heard a voice in my head just now... ❞

❝  Ya makin it up and you lyin, or you crazy. ❞

❝  Well then, it’s a good thing that I’m not crazy! Ahahahaha! ❞

❝  Now just do as I told ya and don’t fuck up! ❞

❝  Did you fuck up?! ❞

❝  I might’ve fucked up, yes! ❞

❝  Show me what ya got! ❞

❝  I know, my skills are one-of-a-kind! ❞

❝  That will not work! ❞

❝  That does not work! ❞

❝  Right now that fact is scarin’ me! ❞

❝  They can literally sense fear! ❞

❝  There you see that? ❞

❝  It knows I’m afraid! ❞

❝  Okay so, uh-um-ah, what should we do then? ❞

❝  Try! Something! Different! ❞

❝  Alright! Uhm, maybe this will work! ❞

❝  That’s how I roll. ❞

❝  That is how it’s done! ❞

❝  Wow! Who would’ve thought lighting could hurt a robot? ❞

❝  Everyone would think to do that! ❞

❝  I don’t need you micro-managing me okay? ❞

❝  After the events of today I would have to respectfully disagree! ❞

❝  I know what I’m doing! ❞

❝  That is an opinion you are having! ❞

❝  I can fix this... ❞

❝  Do not touch it again! ❞

❝  Hey, how’d the mission go? ❞

❝  Uh, I think something went wrong! ❞

❝  ___ fucked up! ❞

❝  I did nothing wrong! ❞

❝  Okay, mission, complete...I guess? ❞

❝  We meet at the rendezvous point. ❞

❝  Hey, uh...I don’t know where that is? ❞ 

❝  Yeah, if you could fill me in on that, that’d be really helpful. ❞

❝  Oh, okay I was ditched... ❞

❝  Damnit ___ your friends are killing me... ❞

[hazzastylesfanfics]

Part 1/?

i’m back bitches

the maddness & boredom of this pandemic have finally hit so naturally i sat down to write for the first time in seven years .....

tell me if it’s shit/if i should continue !!

k thanks love u all <3

239 days. 239 days since him.

1 day. 1 day since him.

Some days I wonder if fate is real. I wonder if there really is a so-called “god” up there. Maybe there really is a divine power running my life, or maybe it’s all just one big shit show I’m struggling to keep together.

It’s 2 a.m. and I’m still pointlessly scrolling through Instagram looking at the same posts I’ve seen already. I open my profile and scroll through. Pictures of me posing with my friends, at wineries, and drunk nights out fill my feed. There’s no mention of him. I finally brought myself to delete them a few months back. I lock my phone and close my eyes. Sleep soon overtakes me.

The morning arrives far too early for my liking. Charlie is biting my hair, demanding her breakfast. I grab my phone to check the time: 5 a.m. I groan and pull the covers over my head hoping she’ll leave me alone. I just about fall back asleep when I hear a crash.

“Charlie, seriously?!” I sit up to see she’s shoved a candle off of my windowsill onto the ground and shattered it. “I swear to god, I’m gonna release you back into the wild,” I grumble.

She meows at me frantically until I give in and feed her. The thing they don’t tell you about getting a kitten is the fact you no longer run your life, the little spawn from hell does. She’s lucky she’s cute. I quickly sweep up the remains of my candle and fall back into bed.

Two hours later my alarm clock rudely awakens me for work. I feel like I’ve barely slept and one glance in the mirror confirms that feeling. A quick shower wakes me up just enough to drag my ass out the door.

I see my bus pulling away from my stop and frantically run toward it, shouting at the driver to stop. Maybe because it’s pouring rain or maybe because I look so distraught, but the driver takes pity on me and lets me hop on. I thank her as I sit in the nearest open seat. I’ve already been late to work three times in the past month and I can’t let Lana cover for me again.

The bus ride is a short one to the little coffee shop I’ve called work for over a year. It’s locally owned and loved by hipsters all around. I still wonder how I managed to get the job since I barely fit the bill of the “alternative” type that work alongside me. Lana was my first friend there. If you searched “Portland native” online, a picture of her would pop up. She’s adorable and dainty, covered in random tattoos she gets when she’s bored. She just dyed her hair blonde and cut her own blunt bangs. Her nose is decorated with a ring that she drunkenly tried to pierce herself, but I convinced her otherwise. She wears whatever the hell she feels like and exudes confidence in it all. She has the type of personality that draws you in but keeps you just enough at a distance to shroud her in mystery. I love the girl as much as I envy her.

We arrive at my stop and I thank the driver as I exit the bus. It’s still pouring so I run the two blocks to get to work. I see Lana happily chatting to a customer as I walk through the front door to the back room.

“Morning, Grey!” She chirps at me.

I drop my bag where there’s space and wash my hands before heading back out front.

“Jesus, girl, you look like hell,” Lana says as she thrusts a double espresso into my hands. “Rough night?”

“I was stuck with my own thoughts again.” I take a sip. It tastes more bitter than usual. “Also, Charlie decided my candle was much better in multiple pieces on the floor at 5 a.m.”

She laughs. “You still feel good about taking a stray in?”

“She was lonely and needed a home, okay?”

“Sucker,” Lana mumbles before turning her attention to the customer walking up to the front counter.

Thursday mornings always pass by fairly quickly. Customers are buzzing about Friday fast approaching, so most are in a pleasant mood. No amount of espresso can wake me up though. Some days I prefer zoning out and making drinks, especially days like this. Interactions with customers take it out of me. I don’t know how Lana does it so well.

“Erm, yeah, I’ll take a small black coffee, please.”

His voice instantly takes me out of my daydreams. That smooth, slow voice. I glance over at the register to see Lana helping the same guy that had captivated me two days earlier. Those chocolate brown curls look even softer than when I saw him in the bookstore. How the hell was that even possible? I stare for so long the milk I am steaming overflows onto my hand, burning me and eliciting a yelp. Lana and this beautiful man both turn their attention toward me. I laugh it off nervously and mumble something about being clumsy. Lana turns her attention back to the man, but he doesn’t break his gaze from me. He holds eye contact for another brief moment before thanking Lana for his coffee and dropping money into the tip jar. I am frozen in place, well aware that I need to stop staring like a fool.

I often visited Powell’s on my days off. It wasn’t hard to spend hours upon hours among the books, exploring each floor of the store. I rarely bought anything; I mostly came for the experience. I loved the smell of a new book. A thrill always came with picking up a random one and delving into what it had to offer between its two covers.

I was doing just that in the World Religions section when I heard his voice.

“Excuse me.”

My eyes snapped up from the current title intriguing me. There he was, clearly trying to get by me. I had absentmindedly parked myself in the middle of the aisle making it impossible for anyone to pass me. My ears grew hot as I mumbled an apology and took a step back.

He laughed lightly and glanced at the book in my hands. “Buddhism, huh? Let me know when you figure out the secret to enlightenment.” He chuckled again.

This is when I really got a good look at him. He was tall with lanky arms and legs to match, and a torso that looked like it never ended. He was wearing a tight black T-shirt that revealed many, many tattoos decorating his arms. My eyes instantly locked in on an anchor inked on the top of his left wrist. My exploration led me down to his hands, adorned with multiple rings. Finally, I brought my eyes up to his face. My god, did it take my breath away. His jaw was sharp and covered in stubble. His brunette curls sat atop his head in an impossibly perfect way. His smile though. I nearly dropped my book. If I believed in angels, they would have been singing at that moment.

I made a weak attempt at laughing and stumbled over my words, but nothing that resembled English came out of my mouth.

He flashed an even brighter smile and said, “Let me know if you need any recommendations.” And just like that, he turned the corner and disappeared. I didn’t realize I had been holding my breath until my chest started to hurt from the lack of air to my lungs. I bought the book in my hands and hurried out of the store.

He consumed my thoughts well into the night.

Now, as if a gift from the heavens above, this god is standing in my workplace. I suddenly become very aware of my lack of makeup and haphazard bun.

He catches my eyes once more before turning away from the register and walking out the front door. He was gone. I just let this act of god walk out the door and I would never see him again.

“Um, earth to Grey?” Lana playfully pokes me in the ribs.

“Huh, what? Shit.”

“You need me to finish up that cappuccino there?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” I robotically step back from the espresso machine and let her take over. She finishes the drink in less than a minute and apologizes to the visibly impatient customer as she hands it over the bar.

Lana turns to me. “Okay, what the hell was that?”

I stand with my mouth hanging open, still trying to grasp the past five minutes. “Well, long story short I think I royally fucked up letting that guy walk out the door.”

“You’re telling me, babe, he was gorgeous. Do you know him?” I detect a hint of jealously in her voice.

“No, uh, not really. We had a short interaction at Powell’s a couple of days ago but it was nothing. I made a fool out of myself more than anything.”

“And how do you think you did this time around?” Her laugh rings in my ears.

“Okay, in my defense he ambushed me at my workplace so that is not my fault!” I huff. “You weren’t much help either,” I point out.

“What was I supposed to do?” She is still laughing.

“I don’t know,” I mumble. “He was staring too though, right? That wasn’t my own delusion?”

“Oh yeah, babe he was staring alright. He looked like he wanted to take you right then and there on the counter.”

I bite my lip. That didn’t sound like half a bad idea. My ears grow hot at the thought.

I feel a gentle pinch on my arm and flinch away. “Hello! Grey! Hate to interrupt your fantasy but we have customers.” I glance over her shoulder to see a small line has built up.

Three o’clock finally rolls around and I’m free. Lana had gotten off an hour earlier than me, but couldn’t stay to talk more. My thoughts are too preoccupied with that handsome stranger to be much company anyway. The manic side of me wants to walk straight to Powell’s in hopes he would be there. I get ahold of myself however and make my way back to my apartment.

Charlie greets me with vigor the second I walk through the door. She seems to have gotten this idea that whenever I come home means dinnertime for her. When I don’t give in, she destroys shit. Exhibit A: this morning. It’s not like she’s starving. My neighbor had discovered this little kitty outside of the apartment complex one morning while taking her dog for a walk. The landlord only allows one animal per apartment, so she couldn’t keep her. At the time, Charlie practically sprouted angel wings and a halo so I couldn’t say no. A week into having her revealed her true nature: demon. She’s into everything all. of. the. time. She frequently digs the dirt out of my houseplants and eats it. Her favorite game is launching herself onto the screens in my windows to attack bugs. She even tries to shower with me. Despite her faults though, I can’t help but love her. Living by myself can be lonely. I find myself trying to have full conversations with her sometimes shortly before questioning my sanity.

I change into an oversized band tee and settle onto the brown leather sofa in my living room. Charlie jumps up beside me, purring loudly. I pull the yellow blanket neatly folded next to me onto my lap and try to shut my brain off. The rest of my shift exhausted me and thinking about that guy did not help much. I have to accept the fact that fate was really doing me a solid and in return, I gave it the finger. This beautiful stranger entered my life twice in 48 hours and I didn’t do a damn thing about it. Charlie climbs into my lap and curls into a ball, content.

I wake up hours later to a dark apartment. One glance at my phone reveals I dozed off longer than I intended to. Miraculously, Charlie let me sleep through her dinner. The moment she notices I am awake, she starts yowling at me for dinner. I oblige with a small scoop of food in her bowl. I then venture to the fridge and heat up leftover pasta for my meal. I sit at the small table in my narrow kitchen and stare out the window. My view isn’t much - just a look onto my neighbors’ balconies who also live in this complex. I make a mental note that the plants on the windowsill need water. I rinse out my bowl and leave it in the sink, not bothered to do the dishes tonight. I’m exhausted and welcome the softness of my bed.

I open the next morning and it feels like actual hell when my alarm goes off at 4:30. Charlie loves days I’m up this early though, she gets an early breakfast. I don’t bother to change out of the band tee I slept in and pull on a pair of ripped denim shorts. True to Oregon’s style, today is supposed to be a direct contrast of the previous day: blue skies and sunny. Summers in Portland never fail to keep me on my toes. I quickly fix my hair into messy French braid pigtails on either side of my head and throw on a coat of mascara for good measure.

I never have an issue with opening during the summer. The sun has risen enough that there is a soft morning light to guide me on my walk to the bus stop. Winters freak out because it’s pitch black and weird people ride the bus this early in the morning.

The shop is dark when I arrive. I turn my key in the lock, step in, and lock it behind me. The one time I forgot to do this, a homeless person wandered in and refused to leave. He didn’t want anything, just continued to have a conversation with himself. I always make sure to double-check the door now. I turn on the lights and flip on the espresso machine. I set up the freshly baked pastries in the front case in an attractive manner. Just as I open the register to count the till I hear a tap on the front door. I don’t look up. It’s either a customer trying to come in early or another homeless person. I quietly count each bill out loud, enter the opening total, and tap “open” on the screen. Again, I hear a knock on the door. I look up in irritation. Whoever thinks they need their coffee this early in the morning can wait another 15 minutes until I formally open the doors.

Fuck.

Shit.

Fuck.

It’s him.

[cbspams]

ONF - New World (Performance MV)

The last one. Ahhh, when I first committed to watching RTK, I wasn't sure what to expect and I didn't know anything about the other groups. I'd seen TBZ's Reveal (Catching Fire) which lured me in and I'm grateful for it because I got to see all the other amazing performances everyone pulled off. Beyond just the performances, it was really heartwarming to get little glimpses of the hard work everyone puts into each stage and how they're always supporting each other, within their own teams and outside of it. I would definitely recommend watching RTK if you're interested in getting into any of the groups featured, and even if not I would still recommend watching the performances because they're all so unique in their arrangements and stages. It's the kind of thing that can only happen on a competition show.

Thanks for putting up with all my ranting and know that I love you if you've read all my different thought posts. I hope you all look forward to Kingdom: Legendary War as well, it's gonna be HYPE!

Alright dudes let's get down to it.

Admittedly I did not love ONF for a lot of RTK. They're a great group, but I felt like their stages didn't favor the same kind of theatricality other groups had. And when they were ranked highly for We Must Love + Moscow Moscow (2nd round, My Song) stage, I was frankly a little miffed.

I adored their stage for It's Raining though, and all throughout RTK even if I didn't love them I still thought they were wonderful. Their reactions were so entertaining to watch and their stages were all fun and well executed.

I struggled watching New World a bit because I couldn't get over the fact they went back to more simple performances when It's Raining had been so elaborate.

The performance MV for New World is amazing. I understand the live performance had to be filmed indoors and that because it's indoors and because the stage is black and the stairs are black and the bleachers are black, the impact is different. But I'm really sad about that because the open air film location they did for the performance MV fit the song's vibes so much better. The kind of controlled sunlight, the open air lattices of the building they were standing on, the contrast between the dark outfits the members had and the bright cream of the building's plaster. All of those contributed to such a different vibe for the song, which is so bright and fun.

The opening to the light performance is a short film, similar to ONEUS and Pentagon. I'm not too sure about this but it seems to start with fast cuts from their previous MVs? And then slows down marginally to give a bit of storyline that seems to be a combination of pre and post apocalypse/societal collapse in a fantasy/cyberpunk mix world? Yeah, I dunno I've watched it 4 times and that's the best I could come up with. Especially because the ending shot is several very large meteors crashing through the atmosphere and like, those are pretty deadly so...?

In the pre-performance bit with the ONF members, they had discussed a theme of Pandora's box. Most people know that Pandora's box is a symbol of curses and tragedy, often tied to themes of humanity's greed versus humanity's innocence in listening to the gods. On opening the box, all the diseases and negativity inside flooded out to torment humanity but Hope remains in the box to allow humanity to maintain light in the darkness, and only humanity can give up hope.

NGL I was really excited to see how they would execute that theme. But then?? They kind of treated the box as a time capsule? I could kind of see it like them put their hopes into the box, which is an interesting twist on the tale of Pandora's box but also Confusion because that's definitely not the theme of that story. I kind of let it go though, because maybe they were just borrowing inspiration from the story and not actually trying to represent it.

Moving onto the actual performance and song. The intro is so intense! It's a really interesting fit because the rest of the song is way more dance upbeat/electric. But as far as openings go, pretty impactful and very pleasing to watch the ripple effect with the backup dancers down the aisle.

Again with the colorful flashing lights. Cool? Yes. Contributing to the aesthetic? Not particularly. Productive to the storyline? No. Part of the performance? Yes. Shruggy on this one, I don't really have anything to add that I haven't mentioned in previous commentaries.

I do really like the song though. Just as a piece of music, it's so fun to listen to and has definitely joined the ranks of my usual kpop bops. The kind of light, fast electro beat is something to jam to. Wyatt's voice is just so good, especially as part of the pre-chorus. The contrast makes it delightful to go from verse one to chorus. The lyrics and message of the song are really well thought out and executed as well, talking about reaching a better world and turning away from hurting each other/the environment/generally being hurtful.

OKAY. So this part is actually something I really adored: the sort of robotic formation. Wherein the members stand in the center of several backup dancers who seem to place on pieces or armor or something onto the member's limbs. A very clean cut, fast paced dance sequence that really strongly reminded me of early iron man scenes in which the different parts of armor were installed on the body. Also lowkey reminiscent of magical girl transformation hahahaha. But it's done so cleanly and while the camera angles make it hard to focus, it's still such a treat to watch. AND THEN. The members come up to the shoulders of the backup dancers and for Wyatt's lines, they're just!! In control! If y'all have watched power rangers or Gundam or Aquarion or Neon Evangelion or like, any of those then you know what I'm talking about, in which the human character slides into some massive machine and controls them from the inside to fight monsters (kaiju) and stuff. And the next bit with J-US and the hands! Creative, interesting imagery, just a complete delight to watch. It's just sooooo fun and I love that for ONF, I really do.

I genuinely think that their theme doesn't make much sense without the context of the lyrics and even then it still feels clunky and sort of inspired by rather than actually embodying the concept. So I'd dock point for them for that personally because I think that when themes are introduced and performed, they should show up as more than just a simple prop. But also I acknowledge that dance and musical performances like this (not musicals) aren't necessarily intended to be storytelling, especially in 4th gen kpop. I do like their theme with the keys and opening, I feel like the performance would have been enhanced if instead of using pandora's box, they choose to use the gateway to the new world. A bit on the nose but a lot more impactful with the key turning bit after the second chorus.

On the key turning bit with the weird holographic box: Dude. Those backup dancers? So clean. Nice stiff steps that feel very robotic which goes wonderfully with the costumes. The keys they each take actually read RTK ONF if you go clockwise from the left (MK). Just a neato little fact. Attention to detail is so good. And the timing of the key turns, of course it was gonna be to the beat but like still! Satisfying af.

Why Wyatt grabs the box and slams it to the ground I don't know. Maybe it has to do with the line dive into new world.

The high notes. Again. Literally just. What the fuck guys, they're so good. I'm gonna cry. The stability, the pitch, just. (sobbing)

The LED screen in the back is interesting? Is it supposed to be a door into the new world? Probably?

Dance break!! Guitar solo!! The door tradition into the weird stripey LED screens that just feels so chaotic and kinda like I'm going through a movie warp portal. Somehow when combined together it all works lmao??

I love the bridge. There's no reason for it, I just love Wyatt's fast paced lines and the kind of dun dun dun fast tempo beat tapping.

The ending of running away from the camera, towards the little cliffs and the LED screen was a good choice because the last lines refer to how they'll never stop as long as they're alive. Not the most impactful ending but definitely satisfying given the song's lyrics and meaning. Again, that lack of pandora's box kind of haunts me?

Overall if I consider this ONF performance compared to their others it doesn't feel quite as thought out and executed. Similar to their We Must Love + Moscow Moscow performance where I couldn't really see the marionette theme, I couldn't really understand the idea of Pandora's box in this performance and I really wish they had chosen perhaps a gateway to the new world or some other theme instead because it would fit much better. It's also a little lackluster compared to the performance MV that had a lot of contrast which created more focus and contributed more to the atmosphere of the performance.

Still, as a performance on it's own, it does pretty well and I'm really happy for ONF to have performed it. Thank you RTK for introducing me to this song and to ONF in general, I hope they continue to release some really good stuff.

[thedailyimagines]

Imagine working at Freddy’s Pizzeria, and trying to tell your dad something is wrong. (Part Two)

Description: The reader just got a new job at Freddy Fazbear’s. He thinks something is up and is proven right on the first night. Maybe his dad can help? This is the family business...

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The plot is different from the game, but here’s part 2!

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The black Impala cruised to a stop in front of the pizzeria. Three people got out of the car, stopping by the trunk of the car to grab a bag before headed to the front door. The youngest of the three started to unlock the door, while the tallest looked around uncomfortably.

“Y/n, are you sure you want to be here? These things did try to kill you.” Y/n jiggled the key and cursed under his breath when the door didn’t unlock.

“Yes I’m sure. Besides, I’m the one with the key and a general idea of the layout of this place.” Sam tried to peer inside the dark restaurant, only able to see vague outlines.

“Still...” The lock clicked, and y/n opened up the door.

“Here we go. Welcome to the freakiest place on earth.” Dean whistled as he walked in the door, glancing around at the decrepit pizzeria.

“Damn, who did they hire to make this place?” Y/n slipped by his dad and started to make his way to the security office. The time on his watch read 11:55.

“Doesn’t matter now, let’s find out what’s going on here and get out.” The three headed towards the security office, and y/n couldn’t help but feel like something was watching them.

“So the article said that five kids disappeared here, and they were never found but suspected to be murdered. How many animatronics did you say there were?” Y/n shook himself out of his thoughts.

“There were four last night. I didn’t see a fifth one but the waitress said they retired one of them a long time ago.”

“Great. Me and Sam will take a look around, you stay here in the office and watch the cameras.” Y/n walked over to the walkie talkie station and grabbed three, handing one to his uncle and his father.

“Alright. Everyone’s walkies should work fine here.” Sam and Dean nodded, headed towards the office door. Dean stopped in the doorway and turned back to y/n.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah dad?”

“Stay safe.”

<—>

Two hours, and nothing had happened. None of the animatronics were coming near the office and Sam and Dean hadn’t found anything yet. Y/n idly flicked through the cameras, noting where each animatronic was.

It was on camera 2B that y/n stopped to look. The poster of Freddy was...wrong. That was the best word for it. It was yellow now, and it didn’t have eyes. Y/n could’ve sworn it was a poster of a brown Freddy last time he checked.

“Dad? Not sure if this is important but camera 2B caught something odd.” Dean’s voice came crackling through the walkie.

“We’ll go take a look. Everything good there?” Y/n leaned back in the chair and stretched, keeping an eye on camera 2B.

“Yeah, nothing has tried to kill me yet.” Suddenly there was the sound of a little girl laughing behind y/n. He whirled around only to be hit on the head by a large yellow hand.

“Y/n? Y/n!” The sound of his father’s voice on the walkie was the last thing y/n heard before he blacked out.

<—>

When he woke up, y/n was in a dark room lit by a single lightbulb. The yellow Freddy stood in the corner of the room, silent and unmoving. He tried to move only to find his wrists and ankles bound to a chair.

“Good to see you awake.” Y/n turned his gaze to the doorway of the room, stifling a shout of surprise when he saw the animatronic. It was more deteriorated than the others, and the fact it spoke unsettled y/n deeply.

“Who the hell are you?” The yellow rabbit moved into the room, and y/n gagged at the scent that lingered around it.

“My name is not important. But I suppose if you must call me anything, a few former employees used to call me Springtrap.” The rabbit, Springtrap, circled around y/n. When he came to a stop in front of y/n, Springtrap knelt so he was at eye-level.

“I don’t care why you’re here, or what you think you’re going to accomplish, but understand that there are some very delicate plans I’ve made and you’ve forced me to make a move earlier than expected.” Y/n leaned back away from Springtrap, more to escape the smell than anything.

“So what? You kill me? Make me into an animatronic?” The raspy laughter from the talking animatronic unsettled y/n. Springtrap stood and walked over to the yellow Freddy, flicking it on the nose.

“Them? I learned my lesson about leaving them to their own devices. They serve me now. And it makes sense after all; I made them better than they could ever be—and I became better as well.” Y/n twisted his wrists, trying to loosen the thick wires that tied him to the chair. It was just his luck to be stuck in a room with a homicidal robot, wasn’t it?

“So you have robot servants. Now what? You’re a gross robot rabbit. Are you going to live out your fantasy as a horror furry?” Springtrap turned around and spread out his arms.

“My dear boy, once I am done people will flock to me! Think about it; why pass of old age when you can live forever? I may not be much now, but I can assure you it’s only temporary.”

“So why kidnap me? Why not just kill me?”

“Who would think about buying immortality from me in this state? It would be so much easier if a young entrepreneur offered a solution.” Y/n didn’t understand what the rabbit meant, until it finally clicked in his head. He wasn’t dead because Springtrap needed a living body.

“Oh hell no.” Y/n started tugging harder at the wires binding his wrists, causing them to bleed in his efforts to get free. Springtrap chuckled at his attempts.

“Oh yes. Now enough talk, I only have limited time to do this.” Springtrap placed a large hand on y/n’s head, closing his eyes to focus.

Pain blossomed in y/n’s head, and he screamed. It felt like he was being ripped apart and burned alive, he couldn’t see, couldn’t breath—

BANG!

The shotgun shell hit Springtrap’s shoulder, causing him to stumble over. Y/n’s head dropped to his chest. When he looked up, there was Dean and Sam, Dean pointing a shotgun at Springtrap.

“You IDIOT! Do you know what you’re doing? I am a GOD! How dare you—!” Dean shot Springtrap again several times, forcing it against the wall. Sam ran over to y/n and started untying him.

“Hey y/n, you doing okay?” Y/n nodded, and winced when his head pounded in protest.

“Yeah, just nearly got my body snatched by freaky Easter Bunny.” Y/n’s hands were freed, and he and Sam made quick work of the wires around his ankles. The two joined Dean by the door, and all three of them ran for the exit.

“NO! STOP THEM!” The yellow Freddy jerked to life, and with a roar chased the three Winchesters down the dark hallway. Y/n had no idea where they were going, he hadn’t seen this part of the pizzeria in his scouting earlier that day.

“Take a left!” Y/n turned left, and caught sight of a set of stairs. This place had a basement? A figure appeared at the top of the stairs.

“Shit!” The fox animatronic lunged towards Sam, who only just avoided being gutted. The rest of the animatronics appeared in the doorway. Sam, Dean, and y/n ran back towards the hall, headed deeper into the maze beneath the pizzeria.

The three hid inside a small room, shutting the door and waiting until the animatronics had passed. It was Sam who turned around first to see where they had hidden.

“Oh god.” Dean and y/n turned, and y/n really wished he hadn’t. There was a small party set up in this room, and at the table were five bodies. Five small, decayed, bodies. Y/n turned away and puked.

“That fucking bastard. I’m going to kill him.” Y/n wiped his mouth and looked at his father. He had never seen his dad this angry before. Sam put a hand on Dean’s shoulder to stop him from hunting down Springtrap.

“Dean, in case you haven’t noticed he nearly had us killed and took over y/n’s body. The best thing we can do now is salt and burn the bodies, and hope that stops all of them.” The door suddenly banged open, and Springtrap entered the room followed by the five animatronics.

“There you are! It was rather rude of you to try to leave so early. But never mind that now. Grab them, but don’t harm the boy! The others are free game.” Springtrap snapped his fingers, but the animatronics didn’t move. “What’s wrong with all of you? Grab them now!”

The purple mechanical rabbit walked forward, past the three Winchesters to the table behind them. His hook reached out and gently touched the cheek of one of the deceased children. Each animatronic followed suit, and y/n connected the dots in his head; these children were the animatronics.

Springtrap came to the same conclusion. His eyes widened and he lunged towards y/n, screaming in rage. Y/n shut his eyes and put his arms up in defense.

“Holy hell.” Y/n opened his eyes then blinked in shock, hardly believing what he saw. Five children had appeared in front of the Winchesters, the animatronics crumpling to the ground behind them. Springtrap froze, taking a step back in fear.

“What is this? What are you doing?!?! Kill them!” None of the children listened to Springtrap, instead taking a step towards him.

“Looks like they want some revenge. I don’t blame them.” The children started to glow as they got closer to Springtrap.

“No! No, no NO! I’m not finished yet! Release me!” Springtrap sounded terrified as the five ghost children surrounded him. There was a bright flash of light, and the yellow rabbit suit fell to the ground. There was no sign of the children.

Sam and Dean walked y/n up to the security office, forcing him to stay put as they went to salt and burn the bodies and the animatronics. Y/n obliged and sank down in the chair. As soon as his uncle and dad returned all three left the pizzeria. As soon as they left the building, they were greeted by the manager.

“Oh, hello! Who are you two?” Y/n pulled the keys to the pizzeria and threw them at the manager.

“I. Quit.” The manager seemed shocked for a moment, then began spluttering.

“B-b-but William! You promised!” Y/n froze and turned slowly towards the manager.

“My name isn’t William.” Now the balding man seemed confused, as if he was expecting confirmation to what he said.

“But-but-” Y/n took a step towards him.

“Did you know about the animatronics trying to kill me? And the crazy rabbit guy?” The manager fished for an explanation.

“Well- I mean-”

“You asshole! I could have died!” Y/n took another step towards him and raised a fist. Sam caught him before y/n could throw a punch.

“Y/n, he isn’t worth it.” A fist slammed into the manager’s nose, causing the man to fall backwards. Sam turned in shock to his brother.

“Dean!” The elder brother shot a glare at the manager and turned to Sam.

“My kid nearly died because of him Sammy!” Dean turned back to the manager, who was now sporting a bloody nose. “He’s sixteen you ass!”

The manager paled considerably and fumbled around for an excuse. He was saved from having to when a loud bang came from inside the pizzeria. Everybody turned just in time to watch as the restaurant began to go up in flames.

“No! I poured my life and money into that place!” The manager watched in horror as the restaurant burned to the ground. Dean said something that sounded suspiciously like ‘good riddance’ under his breath and steered his family to his car.

The Impala sped away from the burning pizzeria, y/n taking a well deserved nap in the back seat. There was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind, but y/n ignored it as Dean drove the Impala out of town.

<Bonus>

The cold ashes floated in the breeze. A week had passed since Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria had burned to the ground—the official cause listed as faulty wiring.

A metal hand shot up from the ashes, pulling up a decrepit, burned, metal husk. Once it may have been yellow, but the color was dirtied from ash and burn marks.

The gray-green eyes flicked around, and the metal being took stumbling steps towards the town border where a week ago, three hunters had left town.

“I’m coming...you little bastard...you’ll pay for this...”

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I don’t own the above gifs, all credits go to the owners.

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Should I make a bad end version of this? I kinda want to but IDK...

Edit: There is now a bad end version of this imagine!

[flightysquip]

This is just a warmup drabble about my two main characters for my upcoming story. For reference, this is set waaaay in the past for the canon events that’ll actually happen in the novel. Brooklyn, the robot, starts out as Julian’s caretaker/nanny (the novel will take place after Julian’s an adult). Julian will grow up to be a trans man, but this is set before he’s come out/really comprehended that. All that out of the way, here’s the dumb drabble. If anyone reads this at all, I appreciate you immensely.

Truth be told, Brooklyn wanted to tell Mrs. Silva that he wouldn’t care to look at her either if he had a choice. Especially if he was her child. Still, he listened as she listed her concerns for the day.

“Oh,” She said tiredly, “And she’s going through a phase right now. She won’t respond unless you call her Julian. Petulant brat.” The arrogance in her voice betrayed the opulence of her youth, a stark contrast to the modest bungalow with the broken screen door they lived in now.

He supposed a more charitable bot might have taken the time to fix it himself. 

Brooklyn had never been the charitable type.

“Well, maybe he’s a Julian then,” Lyn—as was his preferred nomenclature—said flippantly. Just to watch her face sour.

“She. I have a little girl.”

“Whatever.” And then, remembering who was paying his salary, he backtracked, voice smoother, softer. Humans, especially fully grown humans, required so much placating. High maintenance creatures, the lot of them. “It’s normal for children to engage in make believe fantasies. Repressing them may give Juli—ah, Augusta a complex, and prove further detriment to their-”

“Her.”

“-her mental health. And don’t you think Gussy could use all the normality she can get?”

Mrs. Silva made a non-commital noise, the sort of sound that indicated Lyn had won this round. As he always did. Damn he was good.

“Just work on the eye contact today, okay? It’s bizarre and unsettling.”

He raised his hand in mock salute. “Can do, Mrs. S.”

Her nose crinkled in distaste, though she chose not to say anything as she walked out the front door (though not without cursing the broken screen for swinging back and hitting her).

Lyn’s smile slipped, his multicolored eyes rolling (a worthy investment of an upgrade, if you asked him. One eye color? Boring. Weak. White sclera? Disgusting. He needed a little style in his life). His steps bounced as he walked to his child client’s room.

Small humans, Lyn thought, were the most tolerable of humans. And such was certainly the case with-

“Julian, huh?”

As expected, the dark haired child didn’t look up. Sitting sprawled on the ground, his prosthetic sitting propped against the wall, his-

Wait. What pronouns was he supposed to use? Mrs. Silva was right about one thing, after all. His client was a child. An extremely vulnerable child at that. Perhaps he was reading too much into a simple name preference.

“Yes,” Julian finally said, fingers moving over the LEGO spread out before him...her...they? No it’d be them. Lyn’s processors would be working overtime today. 

“And why’s that?”

“Because I’m a Julian.”

“Ah. I see. That’s what I said to your mother.”

“She thinks I’m a girl.” 

“I see. And you’re…?”

“Julian.”

Fuck it, they/them it was until Julian stopped being so vague. Or, hell, maybe they were a them. What did Lyn care? He got paid either way.

He crouched down. “What are you doing here?”

“Building.”

“What are you building?”

“Stuff.” There was a brief pause, their green eyes moving upward, staring vaguely at Lyn’s forehead. “And things.”

Lyn chuckled softly. “Stuff and things. My favorite.”

“No, you like hot cheetos and Dr. Phil.” Another block slotted into place.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right, kiddo.” Lyn plopped back onto his ass, legs similarly sprawled as Julian’s (though considerably longer). “Hey, can you do me a favor?”

“What?”

“Your mom keeps harping at me. You know what she’s harping about?”

Julian sighed, a low, disappointed sound, head bowing so that the curls in their hair bounced. “Eyes.”

“Yeah, that’s right! Eyes. Listen. People might think it’s rude if you don’t look them in the eyes. And you don’t want that, do you?”

For a moment, he expected them to say they didn’t give a damn what anyone thought. 

Except Julian certainly wasn’t Brooklyn.

“No,” They said softly. “I want friends.”

Something ached within Lyn’s circuits. He ignored it. “Yeah, that’s right. And you have to fit in to make friends.”

Something double-ached within Lyn’s circuits. He ignored it harder.

“Just practice with me, okay? My eyes are pretty, after all.”

“I guess.”

“You guess?”

“Were they expensive?”

Another small laugh from Lyn. “They’re an investment, kid. A worthy investment.” He resituated himself, kneeling before Julian. He took both of their hands into his own. “Just try it for me, okay? Just for a few seconds?”

And so they did, eyes flickering upward, at first focusing on the tip of his nose, then finally settling onto Lyn’s own.

Pupils, Lyn thought abruptly. He’d forgotten to commission pupils when he’d gotten his own eyes put in.  Goddammit.

Julian’s lip quivered, as they suddenly looked away. Breath heavy, their arms wrapped around themself, head giving a small shake of disapproval.

“Jules,” The nickname sat comfortable against his tongue. They must be right, he thought. They were definitely a Julian, no matter how anything else stacked up. “C’mon. Your mom really wants you to be…”

“Good?”

Lyn couldn’t bring himself to agree. He was an asshole, sure, and humans were worthless, double-sure, but this was just a kid. A sweet, vulnerable kid. Plus it was sort of his job to be nice to the little squirt.

“Let’s try once more.”

Two or three tries later, Julian seemed no closer to finding comfort in eye contact. Lyn scraped his fingers through his blond hair, finally changing directions.

“Why don’t you like it, Julian?”

“What?”

“Looking me in the eyes. Am I really that ugly?”

He expected a giggle, but Julian glanced up (albeit at his shoulder), shaking their head. “No.”

“I know. I’m gorgeous.”

“I don’t know about that.” But a very small smile touched on their lips, and Lyn couldn’t help but giggle.

“Alright, alright, pick on the robot. Typical human oppressor. I see how it is.” Lyn forced himself to sound more serious. “But what is it? Does it hurt?”

“No.”

“Uncomfortable?”

Julian hesitated a moment, then nodded.

“Why is that?”

“I don’t know.”

He considered telling them that certainly they must know. But perhaps the issue was just that they lacked the words. “Uncomfortable. Alright. Because you forget to blink?”

Julian smiled, shaking their head.

“Iris colors too bright?”

“No.”

So it must not be a physical discomfort. What were some human concepts about the eye? Windows to the soul, right? Yes, he was certain that was the-

Oh.

Voice softer, as he reached out to pet their hair, Lyn asked, “Does it feel intrusive?”

Julian hesitated again, eyes now on the floor. One of their fingers pushed at a LEGO. 

“Do you know what that means?”

They shook their head.

“Does it feel...ah, how do I put this?  Rude? Like you’re snooping, maybe?”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation there. “People want to be private. It feels...it feels...intrusal, like you said.”

“Intrusive.”

“Intrusive,” Julian repeated back, a little pleased at the act of finding a new word.

And certainly their discomfort wasn’t a feeling that Lyn felt himself, but he could see the logic. The intimacy of eye contact could certainly feel overwhelming, like a prying act.

Which meant-

“You’re not trying to be rude at all, are you?” He took Julian’s hands again. “You’re trying to be polite. To give people their privacy. Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, honey-” He stopped. His monologue about how wrong Julian was in his perception, about how Eye Contact Is Good Actually, felt too authoritarian, too callous.

Too human.

Lyn pressed his lips firmly together, one hand moving away from Julian’s hands to rest against their shoulder. “There is nothing rude, or bad, or broken about you, Julian. You and me, we’re just wired different. But that’s okay. You know that’s okay, right?”

Julian briefly glanced up, before offering a small shrug of their shoulders.

“You are a very good person, Julian. You’re good, and you’re valid, and if you don’t want to look anyone in the eyes, well, fuck ‘em, you don’t have to.”

Oh, maybe using profanity around a child wasn’t the right move.

But Julian giggled, just a little.

“You’ll find the people who matter. Screw the superficial pricks-” Bad language again, shit, “-uh, jerks who think eye contact and social convention is soooo important. And hey, as far as friends go, you have me, right?”

He expected, for a moment, Julian to scoff. Why would they want a robot for a friend?

Julian shuffled closer instead, small arms wrapping around Lyn’s torso, face smushed against his chest. “Thank you.”

“Well, I mean, there’s really nothing to thank me for.” Gently, he brushed his palm against their back. “Do you want to come with me in the kitchen and watch me make mozzarella sticks? I found a new recipe. Flaming hot cheetos for the breading.”

“You would.” Still, Julian held up their arms to be picked up. Lyn scooped them up, balancing them on his hip as he carried them to the kitchen.

No eye contact required, after all, for simple cooking ventures.

[xxonceuponafuckxx]

✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽✽ (Yes I'm greedy, no I'm not sorry ;P)

For every ✽ my muse will tell a story of one of their sexual experiences

✽Dean: 

Listen. Obviously, I’m the first one to line up and start telling sex stories. I’ve fucked so many women that I’ve lost count. But, hands down, best story I’ve got is this weekend in Texas with this girl. Her name was Krissy. She was a professional mechanical bull rider. Yeah, it was as good as you’re imagining.

✽Sam:

Okay… Okay, fuck. Dean, stop pushing me. Um… Hey, guys. Sam Fucking Winchester here. So, this one time, I was with Ruby and I was…high on demon blood. And basically, I tried to exorcise her with my powers as she rode my cock. And every time I did, she’d start gripping around me tighter… And Dean’s glaring at me. Oh, he… he looks like he’s gonna vomit. Okay, I’m just gonna go.

✽Castiel:

Sam and Dean are arguing. This seems like a good chance for me to discuss my favorite moment of intercourse. Dean and I were alone in the bunker one night. I finally just grabbed him and showed him what I learned from the pizza m- Dean, let go of me! I’m telling a story! Ugh. Stupid boyfriend, still thinks he’s straight.

✽Wanda:

You wouldn’t imagine it… But, sex with Vision can actually get pretty kinky. I mean, the man has a robotic penis. When that thing is inside of you, it’s… God, it’s like a vibrator and a penis all mixed together. And, let me just say, he takes requests very well.

✽Arthur:

So, obviously… I am not comfortable with this question. But, I suppose that Merlin dragged me here and now I have to say something. I… My story is about… Guinevere. Of course. Guinevere is the love of my life. Sex with her is so loving and patient. 

✽Merlin: 

Alright, that is it! I am sick and tired of you being a complete prat about this! You want to know what his best experience is? Because it’s mine, too. No, Arthur. You had your turn, now it’s mine. This man fucks me into the damn ground and then pretends nothing happened. Nope. Not anymore. Actually… I might be in trouble. He looks mad. Everyone just forget I said anything. I was… Tavern, all night. Tavern. 

✽Diana:

Well, my favorite kind of sex is when I’m on top. And I met a man once, it was during World War II. We both appreciated each other’s strength and fearlessness in battle. When we were together, it was explosive. I would ride his cock, both of us still covered in the blood of our enemies. There was so much power, so much passion… So much energy. 

✽Kara:

So… These have all been some crazy stories. A lot of fighting and talk about… Anyway, my best experience having sex was with my boyfriend. We just started kissing and touching. He carried me into the bedroom and told me how much he loved me while we made love. It was beautiful. 

✽Harley: 

This one time, Mistah J was chokin me as he fucked me from behind because he didn’t wanna look at m- Oh, Ivy looks disappointed... I-I mean, with her is my happiest memory. Of course.

✽Ivy:

Anyway, my best sex always comes from Harley. She’s gone through a lot because of that bastard, but I’m trying to help her through it. Although, in my fantasies, I’m fucking Harley on top of that monster’s charred body.

✽Catwoman:

I was in the middle of a heist, high stakes and the clock ticking. Well, this couple walked in on me. They were such a sweet couple, cute really. So, I made the wife ride her husband’s cock while I pegged his ass with a strap-on. When I was finished with them, I left them tied up with his cock buried inside of her. And I also took all their shiny, expensive trinkets. 

✽Kylo:

So, a good sex story... I once used the force to make a woman ride my dick faster. And, when she did have a choice in pace, I used my power to choke her if she went too slow. 

✽Rey:

Hi... I’m not sure how comfortable I am about sharing sex stories. But, well, I haven’t had a lot of careful partners. The first time I had kind and gentle sex, it was the best thing I’ve ever experienced. To have someone care so much...

[pinkykitten]

Mission Fail

Marvel

Yon-Rogg x starforce! female reader

Warning: violence, blood

Specifics: romance, fighting, one-shot, fluff, race neutral reader, 2 for the price of 1!!!!!!!!!

People: yon-rogg, carol danvers, minerva, some skrull people 

Words: 1,741

Requested: By anon Could you do a Yon-Rogg x reader imagine? Like where the reader goes on a mission with Yon but is then kidnapped, but breaks out and gets back to him. 

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@fortheloveoflamp Hello! May I please request a Yon-Rogg x reader, where they are very close (and they secretly like each other) but he’s the unemotional robot so the reader doesn’t know. One day she gets injured pretty badly, and he mends her up, being all “you need to be more careful,” type of stuff and ends up spilling the beans by like saying “I need you to stick around” or something along those lines. Not a confession but not a cover-up. And it’s just really cute but also a lil angsty? Thank you so much!!

Authors Note: so i was gonna post yesterday but there was a issue with my house and yada yada yada i couldnt so im sorry for that but im happy i got to post today. my requests r closed atm cuz i wanna do something special for avengers soon so be aware of that when that comes out. also i thought of why not add two requests to 1 fic so i did and this is what came out of that. this is my first yon-rogg fic so i do hope u like it! 

“Do you remember the mission y/n?” Yon-Rogg was persistent in asking you this question. You were more of the rebel of the group and took precautions lightly. 

You groaned as you turned around sassily at Yon-Rogg, “yes commander I heard you like the 40th time. I get what we’re supposed to do.”

“Then I should suspect you do it with excellency and remember to be on the lookout.”

You raised your brow and placed your hands on Yon-Rogg’s arms, “aww are you worried for me? Do I feel an emotion coming on?” Yon-Rogg gives you a stern look of warning and you give up with a sigh. You sit in your seat in the ship and wait till you arrive to the planet. 

Vers and Minerva tried to stealthily motion over to you. Minerva with a knowing look and Vers wearing a smirk on her face. 

“So y/n, you and Yon-Rogg. Whats that all about?” 

“Yeah you two seem so suspicious lately,” Minerva crossed her arms, awaiting an answer. You rolled your eyes, “wouldn’t you two like to know?”

Both of their mouths flew open and you laughed at their expression and idea that there was something between you and the commander. “You guys I’m joking! He’s my commander, my boss, I can’t do that to him. Also, there is nothing going on between us, so whatever fantasy you two have please erase it. Oh and did you guys forget that we’re not allowed to have emotions? Please do be careful with that, especially around him.”

They both looked down seeming sad that the love they thought you two had was a mistake. 

“I still can dream though!” Vers shouted as she ran away before you can disagree with her on that. 

Unknown to you all Yon-Rogg was present and listening to that whole conversation. Why did he feel distraught when you said that your relationship with him was strictly business? He could feel himself drawing further away from the strict rules he was to obey. No emotions. Trying to shake the thought and feeling away he looked at the screen of the monitor. It indicated that they were on the planet. “Alright we’re here! For the good of all Kree! ”

As the whole crew exits the ship everyone spreads out to cover more land and to take in any Skrulls. 

“Okay lets all spread out, you y/n you’ll join me.” Yon-Rogg ordered as he stepped closer to you and grasped your arm. You could hear the chuckle of the other members as they saw how protective Yon-Rogg was over you. 

You felt that same way about him but tried to keep your feelings at bay so as not to have emotions. “As much as I would love to fight with you Commander I think I’m better off by myself.”

Yon-Rogg’s face became of annoyance as he wanted you to stick with him. He was about to intervene and order you some more but you fled the scene and gave the rest of the crew a wave of goodbye.

As you rounded around a huge boulder to get a better view of the Skrulls you paused to check up on them some more. “Finally, now Yon-Rogg can see what I’m capable of.” All this time you wanted to prove to him that you had what it takes to be in the Starfroce.

You took out your gun as you saw the Skrulls more in your vision but as you were about to pull the trigger you heard a rustle of the leaves behind you and saw a Skrull. You stood up quick and you were about to shoot him when another one punched you behind the head and made you go limp. The last thing you heard was the rest of the crew crying out your name, especially Yon-Rogg.

You were taken to a mini base on the planet, just far away from where the ship that you were in parked. 

“We need to get them in a trap. I know for certain they will go after this girl and when they do we will be here,” one of the Skrulls said as he watched the monitor with an evil smirk. 

You were taken captive, your arms and legs were cuffed to a metal bed. You could feel the sting on the back of your head from the punch earlier. “Yep thats gonna need stitches,” you thought as you looked around your settings, trying to find a way out. 

“Oh she’s awake.”

Your brows furrowed and you tried to untie yourself from the cuff, “what do you want with me?” You barked as you snarled to the enemies faces. 

“We don’t want you, we want your leader. We want to make you Kree pay, and be no more!”

You smirked and chuckled, “you think you’ll get rid of us that easily. You’re badly mistaken. We’ll always keep coming and taking you down no matter what. Its what you deserve.”

The Skrull stood quiet, shaking his head, “you don’t know everything.”

“Let me go now!”

The Skrull ignored you and turned around sitting by the monitor. You had to think fast on an escape plan. Seeing that your gun was far away and you were tied you quickly threw that idea away. You saw a guard sitting very close by near you fast asleep. You looked around you and then up and saw the perfect item. You stretched your neck and with your teeth bought the stick down that was atop the shelf above your head. You kept the stick on your mouth but quickly paused when you heard more shuffling of the Skrulls feet. They seemed to not focus on you and walked right by. You continued with your plan. Using the stick you point the stick, with your mouth at the guard and put the stick so that the ring or the chain that the key was on went around the stick. With more than one try you successfully got the key on the stick. You brought it to your hand and used the key to unlock the cuffs. (i know i say stick so many times in this sentence just like bear🐻with me and again im sorry) 

“Yes,” you whispered in victory as you hopped off the bed. You tip toed out of the room but accidentally bumped into a guard. 

“Wha-what do you think you’re doing?”

“Ugh using the bathroom!” You scrambled to your feet and ran as fast as you could. You could hear the guard call to the other Skrulls and soon there were a whole flock of them after you. 

“I wanted to be by myself I said, I wanted to prove myself I said!” Next thing you knew they started shooting their guns at you, left to right. You dodged all the attacks and as you turned a corner your face met with a hard chest. 

“Y/n?” A familiar voice called to you. As you stood up you saw Yon-Rogg. Happy to see him you hug him and whisper his name. You quickly realize that you are not supposed to do that and unwrap yourself from him. Before you could apologize Yon-Rogg grabs your hand and guides you and him out of the battle. More shots are fired and Yon-Rogg stands in your way so if by any chance a blast would hit him instead of you. 

You two make it out and jump into the Starforce ship. 

You were out of breath, holding onto the ships walls for dear life. You could tell Yon-Rogg was angry. “I told you to be with me. Why didn’t you listen?”

You opened your mouth, about to say something when you could see that privacy was not really happening at this moment. Everyone was looking at you two. “I would like to speak with you commander, alone.”

Yon-Rogg nodded as he understood. 

You opened the door to a tiny room with a bed and sat on the bed. 

“Okay, explain,” Yon-Rogg gave the commandment as if he were talking sternly to a little kid. 

“You know I’m not a little child. I get why you are so angry but I had my reasons.”

“Which were?”

You bit your lip and thought about what if you told him the truth, what if he thought you were being naive or stupid? Yon-Rogg sat by you and looked directly into your eyes, “you know you can tell me anything.”

“I just wanted to prove myself to you. I wanted to show you what I was capable of and that I was meant to be on this team. But instead I’ve just made a fool out of myself.” You peered down, disappointed with yourself. 

Yon-Rogg lifted you face up, “Y/n you didn’t need to do any of that stuff. I already knew you were extraordinary. You are meant to be on this team, you’re meant to be here. I had full faith in you.” He gave you a cheerful smile and this led you to want more of him like this, vulnerable. You were seeing a different side of him. Yon-Rogg caught himself before he could go any further and got off the bed and stood up, serious. “Um, well I just, are you okay?”

You were about to nod when you felt the cold feeling of your blood dripping down your neck. You shuddered and touched it with your fingertips. As you brought it to your eyes they were coated with dark, deep red liquid. (yeah thats called blood ms.writer. jeesh!) Yon-Rogg was worried, afraid if you were seriously hurt. “I need to take care of that.”

Yon-Rogg took part of his armor off and collected the first aid kit. He took part of your armor off so you could be comfortable and laid you down to work behind your head. Once he was finished he bandaged you up and sat by the bed while you laid it in, getting better. 

“You need to be more careful.”

Shrugging you give a light chuckle and placed your hand on his arm, “I’ll try next time.”

“I’m serious y/n, we...I need you to stick around.” Yon-Rogg placed his hand on top of yours. Signifying he cares for you, truthfully. You beam with a smile and start to close your eyes, exhausted. Just enjoying the presence of him there beside you and knowing that he will always be there to protect you. 

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Yoongi x Reader - Guardian (Thirteen)

Part of the ‘Souls’ Series. 

Summary: Min Yoongi is a cynical guardian angel assigned to look after you.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (ft Hoseok)

Genre: Romance, fantasy, soul mates

Author: Pilot

Chapter Thirteen

You didn’t really expect to find yourself spending your Friday night, arm deep in a large packet of original potato chips, in the passenger seat of an expensive BMW on a stake-out with Sang Wook. Of all people. The one person Yoongi told you to stay away from.

You push the thought aside and try to remain focused on the black door to an underground club a few metres in front of you. You take a bite of a chip. Besides, who was Yoongi to tell you what you could and couldn't do? He’d hurt your feelings. It wasn’t as if over the past few weeks, he had even made a conscious effort to a) see you or b) apologise.

It was a good coincidence, you suppose - that you had bumped into Sang Wook on the way to your office one morning. He’d suggested the two of you catch up for coffee and you had somehow found yourself spilling to him all of the details of the case you had been working. He had offered to help and you were keen to accept it. 

“No, but really -” Sang Wook says, flashing you a smile as he extends his hand to take the bag of chips from you, “- sour cream on hot chips is the way to go.”

You pull a face, “Only if -” you say chewing, “ - said hot chips has also got diced tomato and melted cheese and some garnish for good measure. I could never just have hot chips and sour cream.”

“Aren’t those just ingredients for nachos?”

You pause, contemplating the thought. Sang Wook laughs and you threaten to throw a chip at him.

You pass him the bag and settle back into the passenger seat. It was a little after 11pm and you were waiting for Sasha to give you the ‘okay’.

Finally, Sasha sends you a text and your phone buzzes. Your eyes scan over the message. She’d managed to convince her boss that you’d be a good ‘asset’ to the team and certainly tonight, your assets were going to be on show.

“Are you sure you still want to go through this?” Sang Wook asks as you take off your cardigan you’d been wearing to cover up the low-cut top.

“Yeah, I do.” you say with definiteness, as you bundle it up and stuff it into a bag by your feet.

“Alright, I’ll be here if you need reinforcements.” he says and you give him a small smile before exiting his black BMW.

//

It had gone better than expected. Sasha’s boss took one look at you and then made you sign a non-disclosure statement. After that, it was only be a matter of time until you were called in to fill an empty spot. The plan was for Sasha to call in sick and for you to take her place. Then you’d have enough information to write your article. The only thing that was left was photographic proof.

Luckily for you, one of Jackson’s friends had been dabbling in mini robotics and surveillance cameras. So you had gone to see him. He worked from home. Literally. His room was messy and filled with old mother boards and wires and pliers. Small lenses and watch batteries sat in a little tray by his computer and he had a pair of glasses he was currently working on precariously balanced on the edge of his computer desk. 

You left his house wearing a flat heart-shaped pendant with a built in camera. How he had made it so small you weren't sure and you sure as hell weren't going to ask. You paid the cash and left quickly, wearing it snugly around your neck.

While camera footage may be admissible in court, physical proof and video footage was going to be enough evidence for the people to cause question. Releasing it online was not going to be a big feat. You were going to let the public be the judge.

//

“You ready?” Sasha asks you with searching eyes.

She doesn’t wait for a response and instead nods, answering her own question. her bright red lips are slightly pursed.

Sasha looks you down and you feel a little uneasy, giving the emerald silk dress you’d borrowed from her a slight tug. Originally you were going to wear the outfit Hoseok had picked out with you again, but Sasha had taken one look at it and disagreed. You’d need something slightly classier for tonight and so she’d met you at your apartment, five different options slung over her arm and a bag of shoes by her feet.

“You know where to go, right? Back to the same place.”

Sasha pushes your hair away from your collarbones and nods in approval. “The manager will drive you to the location, it’s part of keeping up appearances and he’ll confirm a time with you for when you need to leave. Usually it’s in the early morning.”

She looks over at Sang Wook who is waiting in his car for you. “Is he your ride to the club?”

“Yep, he’s dropping me off.”

“Good, though remember to get dropped off at least a block away.” 

You nod and she gives you a proper smile this time.

“Hope you get what you want.” She says, picking up her bags and slinging one over her shoulder. She makes her way over to the black BMW and taps on the glass to the passenger seat. The window shifts downwards and she leans forward, saying something to Sang Wook. She throws her head back with a laugh and bids him farewell before making her way down the street in her canvas wedges.

Wondering what that’s about, you pull open the passenger door, pinching the hem of the dress tight against your body - careful not to reveal too much leg. It was far more leg than you’d anticipated in revealing.

Sang Wook starts the car and makes his way to the same club he’d dropped you off at a few days before.

“Remember, you can call for me whenever you need.” Sang Wook reassures you. He notes your nervousness as you play with a stray piece of string at the edge of your dress.

Sang Wook takes your hand in his and gives it an encouraging squeeze. The act  on most other times would have made you nervous, but instead it soothes you.

“Are you doing that?”

“Doing what?” he asks, coyly.

“Making me feel calm?” you ask with a laugh.

“I don’t know, is it working?”

“Yes.”

You smile and turn to look out the window. Sang Wook slowly retracts his hand and you’re left feeling less jittery than before. You’re grateful you at least had him to count on to support you. Yoongi had been missing in action for the past few days but you weren’t exactly in a hurry to seek him out.

You fondle the pendant on the necklace. You pray that this will work and that you can pull it off.

After a short while, Sang Wook pulls into a street-side car bay.

“Still sure about this?” he asks you as he parks the car.

“Yep,” you say. You pull out a matte nude lipstick and carefully apply it, using the shade mirror for reference. You smack your lips together and turn to face Sang Wook.

“How do I look?”

“Like you’re going to start trouble.” he responds, a curious smile on his face.

You roll your eyes and pop your lipstick back into your clutch. This is as good as it’s going to get. You open the door and step one high-heeled foot onto the pavement. It was time.

//

This was it. You look down at your feet and the shiny gold marble floor you were standing on. Everything was opulent - you’d expected it to be fancy, but not this fancy. It was lavish, with white bannisters throughout the halls. You'd been to the Grand Hotel a number of times, but only ever to the lobby or the cafe outside, but never did you ever have the liberty of taking the elevator to the basement.

At first, you thought that perhaps the manager had picked the wrong floor, but as soon as you stepped out of the elevator you realised you were in the right place. This floor was out of bounds for most people, only accessible via swipe card access.

You had been dropped off by your new manager, along with two other girls who were covering the shift tonight. One is wearing a bright lilac body-con dress and the other is dressed in black satin. They hadn't spoken to you the whole drive there. Fortunately for you, Sang Wook’s calming aura was still in effect, otherwise you’d be nervous as hell. 

You follow the two girls, a step behind them. They’d been here before and you do your best to follow their lead. They walk down through a hall and reach a set of large double doors. The doors swing open and you’re met by two tall security guards. 

You’re quickly confronted by one of the guards you calls you to bring your arms up. You’re patted down and given the nod to follow on. The sound of laughter and the scent of cigarettes flows up and out from a nearby room. You watch as the girls turn the corner into the room. 

But as you walk down the corridor, the man calls you back and requests for your mobile phone, which you quickly turn off and hand over to him. He places it in his pocket and straightens up, facing the doors that are now shut. You pray you’ll remember to get it back from him when you leave.

You quickly walk to the room you’d seen the girls slip into. In this room sit a number of men you could recognise. You stand there at the door for a moment, a little taken aback. A number of high officials and a few others dignitaries are seated on lush leather couches, smoking and drinking around a large marble table filled with alcohol and food.

You make a conscious effort to hold down on the small cubic zirconia button on the pendant you’re wearing. You pray it’s recording and that you haven’t just turned it off. It seems like everyone is here tonight. You’re looking Judge Park dead in the eyes and you pray he can’t recognise you.

Someone enters in behind you and bumps you, causing you to stumble forward. You glance at him, it’s Kang Sang-ho. Tonight he’s looking sharp, wearing a navy blue dress shirt and crisp cream pants. He looks down at you with irritation and walks straight over to one of the seats at the head of the table. He takes a seat and loosens his tie. One of the other girls quickly swoops over to him and pours him a drink which he skulls.

“Hey girl, you’re a new face.” A gruff voice snaps you out of your stupor and you clear your throat, returning a blank smile. You take a few steps toward the couch and are quickly pulled down into the lap of an older man whom you recognised to be a dean from one of the local universities.

You feel a little queasy at the action but manage to shift yourself off his lap and onto the empty space on the couch next to him. It wasn’t too hard, as most of them were already intoxicated. You do as the other girls do and begin to pour them drinks and feed the men fruit. The men were in the middle of a conversation.

“Come on,” one of them says to the other, “You know that giving scholarships to these specific students will mean that in the future they’ll be grateful. They’re more than likely to do you favours - be lenient.”

The dean lets out a chuckle from next to you, urging you to pour him another glass of bourbon. You do, your hands shaking a little. He takes a swig of it and you offer to top of the glass of someone else nearby to you.

“Judge Park,” Kang Sang-ho says, placing a firm hand on the judge’s shoulder. “If I get a record for assault, daddy will not be happy. He’ll criticise me and the media will eat this up.”

“The trial is in a week. You’ll be fine. I’ll give you a sentence that won’t be seen as a problem.” The judge reaffirms.

“Make all the money I am paying you worth my while.” He says, releasing his grip on the judge and sit back in his seat, swinging one leg over the other. The girl in lilac gives him a shot glass of vodka and he swigs it back.

//

Yoongi feels uneasy.

He’s not sure why. He hadn't felt anything out of the ordinary as to your status and perhaps that’s why he’s feeling out of sorts. Maybe its the fact that its too calm, too quiet. He can’t feel anything. Almost as if you had gone underground.

His powers hadn't been too strong of late. They were becoming a little hit and miss and his new assignment was wearing him out. He had tried to teleport the other day and for some reason it hadn’t quite worked out as he’d wanted. He’d ended up two streets away from his destination and had to walk, in loafers.

Hoseok had encouraged him to get a check up, to see the health consultants at the Agency but Yoongi had been against it, like most things. 

Yoongi picks up his phone and tries to give you a call. It goes straight to voice mail.

Weird he thinks, her phone is off or out of battery. 

He looks at the time. 9pm. Maybe you were asleep.

Yoongi tries to get himself comfortable at home but finds himself aimlessly gazing at the blank television screen. Hoseok returns home and goes to make himself a cup of tea in the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” he asks as he boils the kettle.

“H-huh?” Yoongi responds, turning around to face him.

Hoseok stands there, his arms folded across his chest. “Are you watching tv or?”

“Have you seen Y/N lately? Or heard from her today?”

“No, haven't seen her since the other day when we went shopping. You know, when you took her home and had a fight.”

“It wasn’t a fight.” Yoongi denies. “I was just telling her to be careful.”

“Have you considered going to her house to see if she’s there?”

Yoongi shrugs. “I’m sure she’s fine -” he says as he gets up off the couch and slips his phone into his pocket, “- it’s not as I’m worried.” he walks over to the front door and pulls on his shoes.

“Don’t you remember the last time this happened, when you didn’t want to -” Hoseok looks up from his cup and realises he’s talking to thin air. Yoongi had gone. He smirks to himself.

Yoongi ruffles his hair. You weren’t answering the door. He miles around outside for a few more seconds before thinking screw it and he teleports to the other side of it. The house is dark and empty. You’re not home. 

Why couldn’t he find you?

He tries your phone again, his heart beginning to beat fast. 

The number you have called is unavailable. Please leave a message after the tone.

“It’s me. Call me back.”

//

You had all the footage you needed. 

The men were wasted and you were constantly flicking your attention to the clock hanging on the wall. Your handler had told you to meet him outside at 3am, so he could take you back to the club and pay you. It’s finally time.

You had for most of the night, managed to avoid any other advances by the men in the room. One of the other girls however, was not so lucky and had been chosen by Park Ji-Hoon to stay. 

The security guards had given you back your phone, which you had anxiously shoved into your purse and you had left, retreated back up the elevators and out into the hotel lobby. 

The car that had dropped you off is waiting for you outside. The girl in the black dress follows you but instead enters a different car. You hesitate for a moment and know that it’s part of the plan to be taken back to the club to get paid, but all you really want to do is go home. You take comfort in the fact that Sang Wook had assured you he would be around to watch you.

You enter the front seat of the car and the manager is there, ready and greeting you. Silently you enter the car and the hotel valet closes the door behind you.

The manager pulls out of the hotel drive way and begins to make his way down the street. Except he doesn’t seem to be going in the direction of the club. 

It’s fine, I’m sure he’s taking a shorter way around.

Your body is illuminated every few seconds by street lights washing over you. The manager pays you a sidewards glance, his eyes locking onto your thighs and you pull at your skirt.

“How was tonight?” he asks. “Your first time?”

“Uh, fine. Good. Thanks.” you reply, trying to keep conversation short.

His eyes linger on your face and you maintain your eyes on the road ahead of you.

“You’re very beautiful, you know.” He continues the conversation.

You nod but say nothing.

He slowly turns the corner and all you can hear in the silence is the sound of the indicator ticking. The streets are quiet and there are very few cars on the road. 

He breathes in and lets out a whistle. “Perfect body. Not too skinny. Men like it when they’ve got something to hold onto.”

Your gut feels squeamish and you pray he won’t do or say anything else. But he continues.

“Just the right height too, perfect for a man. Men don’t like women who are too tall, it makes them feel small. You though? You’re just right.”

Whatever calm you had been feeling from before had vanished. You were stuck in a car with a man whom had all the power, who was in control.

Maybe tonight, the people you had to be afraid of were actually in the car with you, not the men inside the hotel suite.

He pulls to a stop at the traffic light and you gaze at it, praying it will go green.

“You look like you’d be good in the sack.” he remarks.

All of a sudden, the man’s hand shoots out and places itself on your exposed thigh. Your grasp around your purse tightens and you try to ease yourself.

You call out to Sang Wook and wait momentarily.

Nothing.

Maybe you had to clear your mind before calling him again. Something you wouldn’t be able to do if you stayed in the car.

You grip your purse tightly and raise your arm up to smack him in the face. He lets out a yell and the car jerks forward as you’d caught him off guard. You quickly pull up the hand brake and unbuckle your seatbelt. It was now or never.

You grab at the car door handle and yank it down, pushing it open. The man grabs at you, his fist holding part of your silk dress and part of the chain of the necklace, in an attempt to keep you in the car. You try to pull yourself away and wriggle out of his grasp and as a result you stumble out of the car and into the street at an awkward angle, causing you to roll your ankle. You let out a yelp and quickly pull off your heels in an attempt to leg it away from the car. 

You get up to make a run for it, but feel something drop from under your silk dress. You quickly feel around your neck. The last thing you needed was to lose the recording. It’s not there.

You try your best to search for the pendant on the ground, but it’s dark and hard to see. You reach your hands out blindly, scratching them on the road in every effort possible.

Where the heck is Sang Wook?

You clear your mind and call out to him, like he had instructed you to. You try to even your breaths and steady your mind.

Sang Wook.

He doesn’t come.

All of a sudden you feel yourself get grabbed by the shoulders and pulled upwards. The manager had parked the car and gotten out of it, running over to you.

You scramble to get up and out of his grip but he’s too strong. He drags you back over to the other side of the car, his hands hard around your wrists. You struggle to get out of his grip. He’s too strong and his body is over powering yours. He pushes you against the car door with his body, holding you there stead fast.

All you can smell is sweat and heat. You go to knee him in the crotch but he grabs you by the shoulders again and slams you against the car. It’s enough to wind you and you struggle to catch your breath. 

Satisfied, he opens he car door and pulls you toward it and you stumble again. 

“Don’t do anything you’ll regret,” he threatens as he pushes you into the backseat and you try your best to kick at him. With one hand you manage to scratch at his face and he lets out a yell. He shifts back, his hand immediately touching the side of his cheek where you had gotten him.

The manager looks down at his fingers - noting some blood. He hisses at you. Glaring, he pulls out a pocket knife and holds it out in front of him.

Your back is pressed into the cheap leather and your heart is racing. You can’t hear anything but the sound of blood pumping in your eardrums.

“I thought I warned you,” he splutters, a sinister look on his face as he presses the tip of the knife into your neck. He runs the blade up along your neck, up past your throat and to the edge of your jawbone and with a swift movement, he makes a thin cut on the side of your cheek and you cry out at the pain. 

Right now is when you need him the most.

“Yoongi!” you scream out. You go to call of him again when a huge reverberation shifts upwards from the ground. The car lights begin to flicker. You let out a scream and bring your arms up to cover your eyes as the glass windows in the car shatter.

Suddenly, the man is hauled backwards and out of the car. Yoongi pushes him hard against the passenger door, his eyes furious. He punches the manager in the face, two sharp and direct blows cause the man to drop his pocket knife and it falls to the floor with a clatter.

The man’s bleeding now, his nose dripping. Yoongi’s grip around the man’s neck tightens and his eyes are grow dark. He’s panting, his body shaking. There’s a strange yellow glow emanating from his body.

You sit up, shards of glass falling from your body. Bits of glass had scratched you and you quickly try to manoeuvre yourself out of the car. Glass scrunches underneath your feet and you wince as you step over to Yoongi.

He’s blinded by rage, his hand tightening and tightening around the man’s neck. The man is spluttering now, wheezing, trying to draw as much air in as he can between his bloody nose and his mouth.

“Yoongi!” you call out to him, “Don’t hurt him, please. Yoongi?”

Yoongi can’t hear you. This man had assaulted you. He’d touched you and he’d hurt you. And Yoongi was meant to have looked after you. He wasn’t about to let this go. Not again.

Yoongi raises his arm and with it, the man, gripped by his throat.

“Yoongi!” you say again, your voice shaking. He was scaring you with the way he was acting. You try to tug on his arm. The man was clearly suffocating.

You try to get into his field of vision but he’s not taking his eyes from him. The aura around him had slowly turned from white to yellow to red and it was making you feel uncomfortable. Your gut was telling you this wasn’t a good sign. You try to tug on his arm again but he doesn’t register. It’s as if you’re not there.

If only he could snap out of it, if only - if he killed this man what would that mean about his guardian status - what would... what would that mean? 

A moment of clarity washes over you. Advice from your mother. You pray this will work. You wrap your arms around him from behind, hugging him. Your bleeding cheek is pressed into the space between his shoulder blades and you call out his name one more time. The aura around him changes to a calm white.

Yoongi snaps out of it and immediately releases his grip. The manager drops to the road and wheezes, breathing in as much oxygen as physically possible.

Yoongi’s hands instead go to touch yours, which are wrapped tightly around his body. You’re breathing heavily, your feet sting and your ankle hurts. Yoongi turns around slowly as you let go and he looks down at you with the slightest bit of dismay on his face.

“I -” he begins, looking down at his hands.

“I’m okay. I’m okay, see?” You say to him softly. “Please Yoongi, I just want to go home.”

He pulls you into him, wrapping one arm around you and the other cupping your head to his chest. You feel safe against him, in his arms. He lets out a shaky breath and glances at the man on the floor by his feet. Shit, he’d almost killed a human.

Your breathing steadies and you step back. Yoongi crouches just a little, looking at you with earnest. His thumbs wipe away escaped tears from the corners of your eyes and his face hardens as he spots the gash against your cheek. He goes to fix it but you take his hand in yours, bringing it down.

“We - we have to do something about him.” you say.

Yoongi sighs, crouching down to the man, who looks at him with terror, his eyes wide. Yoongi brings his hand over the man’s temple and closes his eyes.

“Forget this,” he mumbles.

He takes to a stand, seeing the mess he’d caused around him. He waves a hand and soon the pieces pull back together, the glass fitting themselves back into the window panes.

You watch on, wide eyed as this happens, lifting your feet up one at a time to allow the shards of glass you'd stepped on to return back to where they belonged.

Yoongi pulls you back to him. His eyes run along your body, the tattered green silk dress you’re wearing, the scratches you'd received on your arms and legs from the shattering windows, the bruises that had slowly developed on your wrists and finally the laceration on your cheek.

“Let’s go -”

“Wait! Wait, I have to find my pendant.” you say.

“What?”

You reach into your purse and pull out your phone, turning it on. You use the light from the phone to illuminate the ground and you spot it, glittering near the tyres of the car.

You pick it up in your hands and Yoongi watches as you hobble back over to him. He raises an eyebrow. Had you hurt your ankle too? Yoongi tells you to stay put as he collects your shoes. He walks back over to you.

He can’t help himself this time, and wraps you up in his arms to transport you back to his apartment.

To be continued

[nadiarizavi]

BETCHA DIDN’T SEE THIS COMING,,,,,,

people were asking for a part 2 of the fro-yo date so..... yes....... it was really nice to revisit this fic!!! please look forward to part three qq

here’s part one!

Class ended two hours ago.

At least, if Lance was keeping his time right. And he was pretty sure he was.

Pidge was burning daylight, forcing him to wait for her.

He thought it would be a little creepy, to try and hang out in front of her dorm room and surprise her when she finally stepped out in her daytime glory. Did Pidge have a daytime glory? Was he imagining some sort of fantasy girl that didn’t really exist? How was Pidge’s daily routine? Clearly it was pretty messed up if she spent a couple of nights every week doing homework before the asscrack of dawn, right?

The anxiety was starting to get to him. He drummed his leg a little bit faster.

She wouldn’t have cancelled on him, right? Maybe he was wrong about when her classes ended. But she told him her schedule! He was pretty great at remembering things, but Pidge usually wasn’t, so maybe she did forget? Should he text her? Would it be annoying to text her?

Why was he so damn nervous?

Focus on something else.

His eyes drifted around the common room. It wasn’t particularly big, no, but it was comfortable. A small kitchen, a couple of couches and chairs and a television to sit and watch. A couple of guys had turned on Indiana Jones but were barely paying attention. Another girl was making herself a sandwich. He could hear a conversation down the hall, as more people approached the commons.

His heart began to hammer a little harder in his chest.

It wasn’t a date. Maybe. Pidge just called it a date by accident. Lance certainly didn’t want to think it was a date. After all, it was just Pidge and frozen yogurt. Just him and his weird night owl friend and a couple of bowls of delicious fro-yo.

Then he saw her.

It was a little disorienting, to say the least. He didn’t recognize her for a moment. Usually, he couldn’t make out Pidge’s features, because the commons at night were dark and she refused to turn on the light because “McClain, that wastes energy and we are not about to become earth murderers,” or something. He stood up quickly, smoothing out the wrinkles in his jacket, running a quick hand through his hair as Pidge got closer.

For someone he thought of as a friend, it was like meeting her for the first time.

She has freckles.

That was the first coherent thought Lance had.

“Hello McClain,” Pidge chirped, raising a hand in greeting. Green sweater, dark blue overalls. Beat up sneakers. Not what he expected. Or everything he expected?

A smattering of freckles.

Remember to speak, idiot.

“Uh. Hello! Yo. Hi, Pidge.”

Smooth like butter.

Pidge switched the weight of her footing, head cocking as she stared up at him. Her hair was tawny. Her eyes were honey.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?”

Lance blinked.

“The hell do you mean?”

She splayed her arms, doing a dramatically slow spin. “I’m here. During the day. The forbidden hours.”

He barked out a laugh. “I didn’t expect you to look so…”

He paused, biting his tongue. What was he going to say? Normal? Stylish? Pretty?

“What?”

“Well rested.”

There we go, settle with the joke. Pidge liked jokes.

“I didn’t expect you to look like a jackass.”

“Ah, that’s the Pidge I know and adore. Shall we?”

He offered his arm. She ignored him and pressed onwards.

“We shall.”

And it wasn’t a quiet journey. Lance would’ve preferred him and Pidge not having anything to talk about, in hindsight. He would’ve preferred a quiet, seemingly awkward walk to the bus stop without anything to talk to her about.

But Pidge was a secret powerhouse.

It threw him off, again. Lance hadn’t seen this side of Pidge before, ever. She was always… awkwardly chatty, to put it mildly. But here, beneath a bright blue sky and a shining sun, Pidge had an almost impenetrable air of absolute cool radiating off of her. She had a way of somehow knowing almost every person the pair passed by. A greeting there, a short breeze of a question that she seemed to know all the answers to, whether it was about a class meeting, a due date, a general “how’s your day going?”

“You’re… pretty popular,” Lance said casually, as she waved goodbye to a leaving pair of girls who had stopped her to ask about their next robotics meeting. Robotics. He didn’t know she was in the robotics club.

“I do a lot of extracurriculars,” Pidge said, unphased by the inquiry. “It keeps me busy between classes.”

“Jesus, and you still can’t find the time to get a good night of sleep?”

She laughed at him, throwing her head back as she did. “You know, I thought the same thing! One of these days I’ll finally have enough on my plate to knock my ass out at the sound, reasonable hour of… midnight.”

Lance instinctively elbowed her shoulder.

“Maybe push for two in the morning, first.”

“Har-har.”

He wasn’t sure when it happened during their stroll, but he was hyper-aware of it now. The weight of Pidge’s hand in his. It must’ve come naturally to him, or to her, or to both of them, because it wasn’t until they were at the bus stop did he realize she was swinging his arm with hers. Gently, almost unnoticeable, if Lance didn’t realize it was happening.

He gave her hand a squeeze, to test her, to see if Pidge also realized that at some indistinguishable walk from point A to B, their hands had intertwined.

She squeezed back.

And then the bus rolled up.

It was crowded, much to Lance’s expectation, and he wondered, quietly, if Pidge was alright with that. He looked back towards her as she filed in line behind him, and fortunately caught her eye. A smile.

“What?”

“Is… uh…” Lance looked around. “The crowding okay for you?”

“I’m not claustrophobic if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Oh. Cool, cool.”

There was a long pause, as Lance vice gripped the handgrip above him and the bus began to move. Pidge took hold of his other hand, not too tightly, the rest of her body leaning into the pole next to her.

“You’re claustrophobic?” came her voice. Lance let out a strained laugh.

“Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not,” Pidge said, and she returned to swinging his hand in hers. “I would never.”

The words were reassuring in a way Lance didn’t expect them to be. She gave him a sincere smile, and despite the lack of movement available, got as far away from him as she could. But she never did let go of his hand. Not until their stop came up in the city, and she had to let him go to ring the bell to be let off the bus.

It was a nice day for frozen yogurt, Lance decided.

It was a brisk walk to find the fated frozen yogurt place, because if Lance was honest, it wasn’t hard to find. A soft pink exterior, blue and white striped umbrellas, a neon sign that flashed the word “OPEN” like a lighthouse beckoning ships home. Pidge beat him to the door, swinging it open and bowing to him as he came up, as if she was a professional in opening doors for people.

“My good sir,” Pidge said, her voice dripping in a mocking posh accent. Lance let out a hard laugh, poking her in the shoulder as he stepped through the threshold.

“You’re so dumb.”

“Hey! That makes two of us. Twice the dumbasses.”

They fed into the line, which was about three other people in front of them, eyes reading over the different slowly-spinning machines filled with about twenty different frozen yogurt flavors.

“Are you a fruit or chocolate person?” Pidge asked, hands aimlessly twisting and turning her empty fro-yo container.

“I usually go for fruit flavors. Why?”

“Interesting. I like chocolate.”

“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me.”

“With like, peanut butter cups.”

“Again, not shocking.”

“And sour patch kids.”

Lance blinked, giving Pidge a double-take. For a brief, bliss moment, he had fallen for it.

That is, until he saw the shit-eating grin she was giving him.

“I dare you to do that.”

“What? No! That totally messes up my carefully curated flavor profile, McClain!”

Lance shrugged, trying to keep his smile on lockdown, not when this was the perfect opportunity to act nonchalant. “Maybe you shouldn’t have suggested it.”

“God, if you’re daring me to do that, then…” She spends a long time thinking. Almost too long. “All the toppings.”

“That renders it inedible!”

“If you do it, I’ll do it. Then we’ll both have inedible frozen yogurt.”

“That completely misses the point of getting frozen yogurt.”

She grinned. “Then I guess we’d have to make it up by going out again, right?”

And despite himself, Lance’s heart stammered to a stop.

Going out.

Again?

Again?

With him?

Pidge crouched, maneuvering around Lance, talking as she makes her way to her preferred brownie fudge flavor. “So, are we doing this or not?”

“Uh,” Lance began, standing up straighter, aware of the heat that went from the tips of his ears to his toes. “Doing what?”

“All the toppings. Duh.”

“Oh. Yeah. Yeah, definitely.”

He trailed behind her, almost aimless, and Lance’s mind went a mile a minute. He couldn’t have a crush on her, right? She was just his weird gremlin night-owl friend. She was his weirdly comforting rock in the middle of the night when he couldn’t sleep and it was nice to walk into the commons and just find her existing in that space. She was some turd who listened to him vent and gave weird advice and always had something to say that made him laugh. She was just Pidge, after all.

Maybe that’s what he liked about her, that she was just Pidge.

She had a look of triumph on her face when they reached the end of the toppings line, while the employee gave them both a confused, tired look. They paid a lot more than just his savings from the failed blind date. Not that either seemed to mind.

“This is disgusting,” Lance said, once they decided to settle in one of the outdoor sitting areas. Pidge let out a laugh, lifting up a spoonful of toppings with hardly any yogurt.

“Just close your eyes and pretend you’re not eating a horrifying amalgamation of sugary, fruity, savory, chocolatey--”

“I got the gist of it. Please stop.”

She let out another laugh, digging her spoon into the horror, mixing as carefully as she could. “So what’s the plan after we eat as much of this monster yogurt as we can?”

Lance blinked, weighing a spoonful of Oreo cookie bits and gummy bears. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” she leaned in, spearing her yogurt with the spoon. “Do you want to keep hanging out, Lance?”

“Well, obviously. We’re friends,” he stressed the last word, hoping to convince himself. “It’d be dumb if I wanted to stop hanging out with you.”

She studied him for a moment, head bobbing up and down in slow motions. “Okay. Yeah, you’re right. It’d be dumb if we stopped hanging out with each other.”

She dug back into her yogurt, eating a bit faster, and Lance cocked his head to the side.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

A stop. A crunch of a bad combination of toppings.

“I like hanging out with you,” Pidge said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “But this was weird, right? Hanging out like… like normal people.”

Her voice dropped as she said it, a teasing grin on her lips. Lance snorted.

“It’s only weird if you make it weird, you know.”

“I know! But it’s like,” she waved her spoon at him. “We’re totally different people out here. No one understands our dynamic. It’s so exposing.”

Lance let out a laugh, almost shy. “Who cares, dude? I like you. Not what people think of you.”

She froze in her stance, spoon dripping chocolate frozen yogurt onto the table, and Lance moved quick to clean it up with a napkin. Slowly, Pidge dropped her spoon back into her bowl, gaze unwavering from Lance. He looked back, beaming.

“What’s up now, Pidge?”

“Sorry. That was just a really nice thing to say. I like you too, Lance.”

There was warmth in her tone, warmth that was almost too easy for Lance to read as anything other than platonic. It made his heart stammer. It made his knees weak. But he wasn’t going to let that show.

Quickly, he jabbed his own spoon towards her nose, letting out a shit-eating laugh.

“You called me Lance again!”

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Gogo Tomago & Kazzie

You, Kazzie [ whoa a robot girl ], are connected to Gogo Tomago Your partner has a starter. Type /starter or tap here to see it. 14:16:39 Kazzie [ whoa a robot girl ]: Bio: Kazzie Mono Age: 23 (or at least, it's supposed to be) Gender: Robot girl (can be futa) Species: Robot girl Personality: Bubbly, Cutesy, Outgoing, Excitable, Upbeat, Silly, Caring, Supportive, Dense, Very indecisive, 85 IQ Height: 4'09" Weight: Just a little, easy to pick up Appearance: Pure white synthetic skin, Black sclera with Green eyes, Green twintails with fuzzy bangs, Silky white dress with green highlights, Robotic gauntlet arms, and White heels with green trimmings Body Type: Thin, lithe, flat Likes: Robots, girls, robot girls, pizza (despite the fact that she can't eat), music, any kind of wholesome affection, praise, affectionate rubbing, caressing and kissing, general coziness and cuddliness, cutesy words & cutesy talk Dislikes: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Inventory: None --- Discord: Kazzie#7152 --- Tastes: I like pokemon (anthros mainly, the human characters too), robot girls, goblin girls, spider girls, insect girls, moth girls, goth girls, and shortstacks. I also like fantasy stuff even though my characters don't ever really fit the setting. Current mood: Anxious, emotional, in need of some kind of comfort...I'm sorry if I leave suddenly. Your starter has been read

Kazzie [ whoa a robot girl ]: /starter

Gogo Tomago: https://bighero6.fandom.com/wiki/Go_Go_Tomago

Gogo Tomago: Gogo checked out a local bike shop, reviewing the designs for her gyro research before she spotted a girl with green twintails through the wheel of the bike. Thinking she was pretty cute, she continued to chew the gum in her mouth (Lime flavor...she's a freak) as she walked over to the gynoid. "Hey." She greeted, raising her eyebrow to check the smaller woman out.

Kazzie [ whoa a robot girl ]: Kazzie was browsing the many bikes, contemplating on maybe getting one. She doesn't have a job to commute to with it or anything, she just kinda thought it might be interesting to try riding a bike. She initially jumped as the stranger greeted her, turning to face Tomago. After a moment, she lights up and smiles. "Hiya!" She greets cheerfully. Kazzie's only just under 5 feet tall; pretty short, but not super short. Either way, it's not hard to out-height her.

Gogo Tomago: A cheery type. Okay, Honey taught her how to talk to these types..."You like bikes, huh? Just starting out or are you a hobbyist?" She popped a green bubble in Kazzie's face, not even breaking eye contact.

Kazzie [ whoa a robot girl ]: "Oh, uh, I'm just looking, really." She rubs the back of her neck. "I dunno if it's something I'll even do, yet--" She flinches. Cheery, but also quite jumpy and easy to startle. Afterwards, she awkwardly and blankly stares, her train of thought completely derailed.

Gogo Tomago: Bit of a scaredy-cat, though...that made Gogo smirk. "If you're a beginner, I think you should start with a cruiser. It's good for sidewalks and it's only around $300."

Kazzie [ whoa a robot girl ]: "Yeah? A cruiser?" She turns her head to look around. "...which one is the cruiser?" Kazzie asks, confused. They all look like regular bikes, to her.

Gogo Tomago: Gogo used one hand to point at a type of bike while putting her other hand on one of Kazzie's shoulders. "Right there: the one with the nice seat. Gives good ass support. Of course...I can show you what an expert's ass looks like." She kept chewing her gum. Her hand hadn't left her shoulder...

Kazzie [ whoa a robot girl ]: Thankfully a hand on her shoulder doesn't cause her to jump, Kazzie looking over to one of the bikes. "Huhn...alright, I think I might try that one!" She smiles and nods. Then she glances to the side at Gogo without turning her head. "--W-what?" She utters, her cheeks starting to glow green. While pretty oblivious and dumb, she appears to catch on fairly quickly. "You...you can?"

Gogo Tomago: "Follow me." Taking her hand off her shoulder, she walked out of the store and into a nearby alley way, waiting for the gynoid while still chewing her gum.

Kazzie [ whoa a robot girl ]: She watches Gogo leave the store, double-taking to look back at the bike racks. Well, figuring she shouldn't keep the girl waiting, she also heads out of the store. Kazzie looks around as she walks past the alley, stopping once she saw Gogo. The robot girl takes her steps into the alleyway. "Y-you weren't being serious...right?"

Gogo Tomago: "You tell me." Gogo turned around on her, unbuckling her pants and bending over to show a large, toned ass to Kazzie. "A lot of mountain riding, squats, some...other exercises. Point is, this is a peak ass." She slapped a cheek and let her hand linger, as if to punctuate her point.

Kazzie [ whoa a robot girl ]: Watching Gogo show off her big, toned ass, Kazzie's cheeks flush greener. "O-oh, wow..." She stares, in complete awe. "I don't think you were lying...uh, can I...touch it?"

Gogo Tomago: "You can touch it." Knowing she caught her treat in her web, she decided to sweeten the deal. "Hell, I don't mind if you taste it."

Kazzie [ whoa a robot girl ]: "Ohhh, wow..." She trails off, walking closer. Kazzie takes Gogo's ass into her hands, giving each toned cheek a little squeeze, kneading in circles. "It's so...big..." She sounds totally breathless. Somehow.

Gogo Tomago: Gogo was enjoying the worship, already getting a bit wet. "Help yourself. You like it, huh? This is up your alley?"

Kazzie [ whoa a robot girl ]: Kazzie quickly nods, leaning a little closer. "I-it really is an expert's ass..." She said with a little giggle. The robot girl leans closer, pressing her lips against Gogo's hole, sticking her tongue inside. "Mhn..."

Gogo Tomago: "Such a dirty girl..." Despite her earlier invitation, she never thought Kazzie would actually eat her back there. Her rim was getting moisture with gynoid tongue and Gogo found herself clutching onto a nearby wall for support because of her shaky legs. "You gotta let me taste you next..."

Kazzie [ whoa a robot girl ]: "Mnn..." She hums, gentle vibrations against Gogo's hole as she eats the woman out, sticking her tongue a little deeper. After a second, she huffs, pulling back, a strand of saliva connected to Gogo's hole. "Haah...I don't know if I've seen an ass this good before..."

Gogo Tomago: "And you're better at oral than Cass...I know that name doesn't mean anything to you but trust me, that is a huge compliment." She turned to face her, her pants now around her ankles and her hairy pussy on full display. Giving Kazzie a sultry smile, she said, "Alright, beautiful...lift your dress and give me a treat."

Kazzie [ whoa a robot girl ]: "Aah...ohhh, thank you..." She utters, standing up straight. Kazzie's cheeks are a bright grassy green, now; becoming even moreso from the compliment. She takes the hem of her skirt and lifts it up, Kazzie then sliding her panties down her legs, revealing her exposed lower half to Gogo. "Haahh..." She exhales.

Gogo Tomago: "Whoa...someone's got the special equipment." She teased as she knelt down, reaching for Kazzie's cock and sucking on her tip. The wad of gum in her mouth could be felt as she swirled her tongue around the head, taking in more of the shaft to bob her head on it with no hestiation.

Kazzie [ whoa a robot girl ]: "Ahah, y-yeah..." She smiles a little bit, looking away. Only to glance back as she felt Gogo's lips against her tip, causing her to gasp. "--Huaah...~" She lets out a moan, watching as the woman swirled her tongue around the head of the gynoid's shaft, eventually moving to bob her head up and down Kazzie's length. "Nnnh..." She wondered...did Gogo not spit out her gum, first?

Gogo Tomago: Gogo kept going for a few minutes, really savoring Kazzie's taste before away, gum still in her mouth. She then turned around and put her hands on the wall, bending her bare ass back out at her. "Have at it, beautiful." She pulled aside a cheek to show off her wet hole, to indicate where Kazzie should put it in.

Kazzie [ whoa a robot girl ]: After Gogo's done sucking her off, the gynoid is fully hard, her stance tensed. "Hahh...ohhh, my gosh...~" She said with a hint of moan to her voice. Kazzie walks up to Gogo, putting her hands on those huge toned asscheeks. Slowly, the woman could feel the robot sliding into her slit. "Aaahhn...~" The gynoid softly moans, her mouth hanging open as her hips begin to move back and forth.

Gogo Tomago: Normally, Gogo would be annoyed but Kazzie was so adorable, she let the mistake slide. Instead, she wordlessly reached back, took Kazzie's cock out of her pussy, pushed it in her asshole instead and ordered back at her. "Now...fucking ride me."

Kazzie [ whoa a robot girl ]: She tenses up as Gogo corrects the error, Kazzie sliding into her tight ass. "Gnnh..." She grunts, pausing for just a moment. "Ah...y-yes ma'am...~" Smiling blissfully, the robot begins bucking her hips into Gogo's toned ass, lightly 'thwapping' off with each thrust. "Hah!~ Mnf...so tight..."

Gogo Tomago: "That's right...guess you're big enough for it to be fun for both of us..." She bit her lip as she felt Kazzie pound her from behind, reaching back so that she could take both of her hands off her hips and snaking them up her shirt. Kazzie could now feel Gogo's bare tits as the heroine's moans began to echo throughout the alley.

Kazzie [ whoa a robot girl ]: Leaning forward, she presses her body up against Gogo's back, eagerly snaking her hands up the woman's shirt to caress and fondle Gogo's breasts, all while pounding her hips into Gogo's huge, toned ass, sliding her cock in and out of that tight rear hole. "Unnnhh...ohhh, your boobs are great, too...not as good as your perfect ass, though...~" She giggles seductively, her thighs 'plapping' off of Gogo with each thrust.

Gogo Tomago: "I know, beautiful...I know." She reached a hand back to turn Kazzie's head towards her, pressing her lips against hers before shooting her tongue in her mouth. She coiled and twisted her tongue with Kazzie's, pushing her gum in her mouth as she felt herself reaching her climax...

Kazzie [ whoa a robot girl ]: Her eyes shot open for the initial second Gogo pulled her head in for a deep, passionate kiss, only for her eyes to close, the gynoid falling deeply into the kiss. "Mmmn..." Humming with content, she twirls her tongue around the woman's, trading saliva with her, eventually finding Gogo's gum in her own mouth. "Hmmn...mmf...~"

Gogo Tomago: Gogo would groan in Kazzie's mouth as she came hard from the anal and groping (again, she's a freak). She got in a good bite to Kazzie's lip as she came down, teasing her.

Kazzie [ whoa a robot girl ]: "Mhhhnn...~" Kazzie longingly groans against Gogo's lips, getting closer, and closer...the bite against her lip caused the gynoid to squeeze Gogo's breasts harder and stop with her cock in the woman's ass, blowing her load deep inside of Gogo. "M-mmnnf...!~~" Blort...blort...glorp...

Gogo Tomago: "Fuck yeah...that's some real girl power." She pulled away, straightened up and pulled her pants up over her cum-filled ass. Rebuckling, she began to walk off. "Now let's get you that cruiser." She paused, turning back to reach into Kazzie's mouth with two fingers, remove the gum, and putting back into her own mouth before heading back to the store.

Kazzie [ whoa a robot girl ]: Her eyes roll up and partially close as she gives Gogo a creampie, huffing as her climax comes to an end. Gogo pulled away, letting Kazzie's shaft pop out of her ass, the robot flinching. it looks like she's even chewing the gum in her mouth. "Hnn...aah..." She appears to snap back into reality as Gogo reached into the gynoid's mouth and pulled the gum out. It still takes her a couple seconds to recollect herself, but once she notices the woman walking off, she quickly pulls her panties back up while running after. "--W-wait for me!"

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BNHA Light Novel Vol. 3 – Eng Translation – Chapter 3: “Crisis” (Part Three, Final)

T/N: Here’s Part Three (Final) of the Chinese > English translation for BNHA Light Novel Vol. 3, Chapter 3. I didn’t split the chapter up properly so this is pretty short!

 Feel free to link to or screenshot my translations elsewhere, but please provide a direct link (not a reblogged link). It seems some people hear stuff about the light novel but have no idea where to find the translations. I don’t have a social media following for fandom-related stuff, so thanks if you’ve reblogged or linked the translations on Twitter/Ao3/Discord/etc to help other people find it.

Other BNHA Light Novel Vol.3 Content

See /translations for the full list. This masterlist is updated regularly.

Chapter 1: “Cheers!” // Chapter 2: “Dramatic Makeover” // Chapter 3: “Crisis” (Part One,  Part Two, ***Part Three) // Fantasy AU by aitaikimochi

Fan works relevant to the light novel

Useful Manga References

Class 1-A students and Class 1-B students

Chapter 3: “Crisis” (Part Three)

**Make sure you’ve read Chapter 3 Part One and Part Two first.

**(Part Two recap: Class 1-A and 1-B have a showdown of epic proportions! It’s the pirate pop-up game, but it seems Hatsume has added a rather sadistic twist.)

Next up is Tetsutetsu. When he sticks his sword into the slot, a rod flies out and jabs him. Fortunately, his Steel quirk keeps him safe.

 Kaminari immediately cries, “What, that’s so cunning!”

 Monoma smirks. “What was it you said just a while ago? Ah, right… he can’t do anything about having his quirk?”

 Ojiro, Kendo, Hagakure, Tsunotori, and Ashido take turns as well, facing various penalties.

 A full round has gone down now without any repeated penalties, and none of the filled slots released the pirate head. Everyone stares at the toy, uneasy.

 “Monoma,” Kaminari finally says. “It’s not too late to forfeit.”

 “Hah! Don’t joke. If you guys want to forfeit, just come clean.”

No one wants to back out. But as they continue the game, the penalties become progressively more severe…

 Finally, there are only two slots left. One of these is the winning slot. Everyone holds their breath as Ashido summons up the courage to thrust her sword in.

 A robotic arm reaches out to grab the girl, shaking her around like a ragdoll.

 “You okay?” Yaoyorozu and the others clamor around the now-liberated Ashido.

 Ashido shrugs. It was actually pretty fun, she assures them. A little bit like breakdancing.

 The pirate head is still on the barrel, so the last slot has to be the losing one. And the next turn is Monoma’s…

 “Class A won!” Kaminari gloats.

 “Che.” Monoma eyes the last slot with much apprehension. Everyone jeers at him. “Just hurry up and stick the last sword in!” “Yeah, what are you waiting around for!”

 Monoma retaliates to their prodding. “Is this how real heroes would behave? We’ve clearly lost, so just drop it already. Why are you bullying the defenseless? Are you guys secretly aiming to be villains? Ah, how terrible. To think that the Villain Association’s Army Reserve was right here!”

 “Hah, suddenly changing gears because you don’t want to face the last penalty.” Kaminari won’t have any of it.

 Ojiro shakes his head. “We’ve come this far and you won’t even let us have a clear-cut outcome? Unbelievable.”

 Despite Monoma’s monologuing, everyone knows that he’s just trying to escape… because the final turn will clearly have the worst penalty of them all.

 “Wow. Even after all I said, you guys still want me to do it? Won’t an apology be fine? I – AM – SOR – RY. Alright, shouldn’t that be enough already? Seriously, in this kind of situation Class 1-A really shows their true colors. Have a little heart, would you?”

 “That’s enough from you.” Kendo finally intervenes with a whack, sending Monoma crumpling to the ground.

 Tetsutetsu angrily wrenches the boy back up by his shirt. “Not even a hint of manliness, huh? Really, Monoma.”

 Monoma explodes. “God, you’re all so annoying! I don’t give a fuck what anyone says. I’m not finishing it, and that’s final!”

 Well, those words are sort of manly… in a sense. But with that ultimatum, they’re stuck.

 Finally, Tetsutetsu decides to take the last turn in Monoma’s place.

 They’re playing a game, but the assembled members conduct themselves as seriously as they would in class or during a real crisis. They settle into battle stances, preparing to confront the unknown enemy. Everyone stares at the barrel. They’re ready.

 Steeling his resolve, Tetsutetsu plunges the sword into the final slot. It clicks into place, echoing in the silent room. Everyone holds their breath.

 “...”

 With a crisp crack, the pirate head pops out amidst a colorful stream of confetti. From the barrel, a cheerful recording of Hatsume’s voice shouts “Congratulations!~”

 “… Eh?”

 As everyone stares dumbly at the confetti slowly wafting to the ground, Izuku quickly realizes – Hatsume designed her version of the game so that the person who triggered the pirate head was actually the winner.

 Kaminari and Monoma look moments away from starting up an argument over who won, but Kendo immediately shuts them down. “That’s it for today, then. We’ll head back.”

 After finally seeing off their whirlwind1 neighbors, Class 1-A breathes a collective sigh of relief.

 “Man, it’s not easy to deal with the people around here.”

 “I think it’s just Monoma that’s hard to deal with…”

 No matter what, Class 1-A now has to live with having 1-B as their neighbors. Everyone smiles bitterly. Knowing Monoma, they’ll be back eventually for more.

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–– End of Chapter 3 ––

(Chapter 4, Part One)

Additional Notes

1 i.e. Monoma and the squad came in and left in a whirlwind

I didn’t realize that there was so little left of the chapter, sorry.

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Supergirl - S5 E1 - Event Horizon

You know that you mus be a super excited to watch a show, when you let not only two episodes accumulate on your DVR, but also two episodes from a companion series, and so far at least one from a third, before getting around to watching any of them.  Well, here we go, up, up and away.....

Oh, great, I get to see the last couple of minutes of Batwoman..... yay..... Awe, the blonde girl wants to bond with her...sister... group activities are important to maintain family ties in adulthood.  I'm sure this whole "ruling Gotham together" thing will be really good for their relationship. Moving on. Or not, because of course there's previews.  "I know you don't want to be the city's next great hope...." What?  Then why the fuck is she running around in the bat-suit? I'm going to nope the hell out of this one. Okay, for real this time, the episode has started - glossing over the trope of trying to set a kitschy vibe by playing a well known rock song under unusual circumstances, like a school bus careening out control - what is wrong with the pack of apparently unsupervised kids crossing the street without bothering to check for traffic; which would have allowed them to see a bus hurdling towards them?  And when they do see the bus, they stop dead in their tracks like a dear in headlights. But you know, we apparently need Lena to leer at Supergirl being fawned over by those whom she just saved and other passersby, presumably to remind us that she's mad for not coming out to her..... as Kara....  Did Lena cut the brakes on the bus?  Please tell me she didn't cut the brakes on the bus. Ah, it was a simulation - so Lena made the...artistic (?) choice of playing "We're Not Going to Take It" during her fantasy sequence? And her AI offers to help her kill Supergirl.  Don't trust her Lena, because next she's going to ask you to help her off her mom, Rosie the robot from the Jetsons; in a "Strangers on a Train"-esque murder pack, which never ends well.... I hear.... Let's not gloss over just how quickly either Lena or not-AI-Karen has jumped to murder.  I mean, this seems like a pretty extreme response to finding out that Kara is Supergirl on Lena's part; especially since it's not like Kara went out of her way to hide it from one of the smartest people on the planet.  Once again, if anyone should have been able to figure it out on their own, it should have been Lena; she has the intellect and the frequent association with both Supergirl and Kara, unlike the vast majority of society, for whom passing familiarity with one or the other would make it more plausible for them to overlook the glaringly obvious resemblance.  And even if her not noticing can be excused, I can maybe understand being a little miffed, but Jesus tap-dancing Christ, she's leaped murder in a single bond. Let's not downplay the AI's part in this either, because an artificial intelligence so quick to accept and offer to help plan a murder is like a half step away from the rise of Skynet. But seriously, after all of the failed attempts by Lex to kill Superman, why should any reasonably intelligent person or piece of technology believe for a second that remotely think they'd be any more successful with Supergirl? Oh, good, she's just using the simulations of murder to "get it out of her system" - I....guess that's better. Yay, I was hoping Alex and.... I want to say Kelly (?), were still going to strong; it's not at all a living manifestation of Ambien... Is it the smartest move on Superman's part to donate the pod he arrived in as a baby?  I mean, for one thing, there's something odd about the general public know the exact specifics of how Superman arrived on earth.  I suppose it's plausible, but it seems like it flirts with giving too much away.  More importantly though, that's some super ass advanced tech relative to anything on earth to just be sitting around at a museum.  A replica, maybe, but the actual pod? Oh, and it can apparently be used to make a bomb, what with it using anti-matter for fuel....what the fuck Kal-El.  Why would you give them a pod that still contained FUCKING ANTI-MATTER??? Who the hell designs an entirely white+glass office?  The custodians must hate these people. "CatCo isn't the end all of what we can offer each other...."  Mmmm... I mean...

I really hope the new editor is... I don't know, evil monster from hell that Supergirl has to toss into the sun in order to save the earth.  That's not too harsh, is it? What the fuck kind of business transaction would allow the employees to be locked into a new 3-year contract without the employee's consent?  Don't get me wrong, I concede that it's probably not outside the realm of reality, along with the non-compete clause, but God damn, that's some bullshit. Damn. I gotta admit, Kara's reveal to Lena was well done; she said all the right things, it had all of the right emotions - and they're going to fuck it up by continuing to have Lena hold this absurd grudge..... I hear the words of Lena accepting Kara, but I don't believe it's sincere. "How do you guys change so fast?" I mean, yeah, I get how Kara and J'Onn change so quickly, but how did James? Okay, so J'Onn gets pulled into the black hole that Midnight opened and Kara follows to retrieve him - that means that when they get back, it's like 100 years later; what with the time dilation related to close proximity to black holes?  No?  Alright then. Come on guys, the greatest movie villain of all time is obviously Glinda the witch from the North in The Wizard of Oz.  It's so obvious how she orchestrated the plot to murder two of her rival witches and depose the so-called "Wizard" in order to consolidate the power and rule Oz herself; using Dorothy as a patsy.   Oh my God, Lena has an ulterior motive! I can't believe it....