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Smoke Eater - Part 19

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.

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AN: Deep breaths, my friends. We’re almost to the end. ❤️

Word Count: 5,800 Tags/Warnings: Violence, peril, blood and guns, character death…

Part 19: “Sacrifice”

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted…but you didn’t answer.

“You there?” he asked. There was a pit forming in his stomach when he glanced up at John. His father met his gaze with furrowed brows that betrayed concern.

The line was silent for one more painful moment. Dean opened his mouth to call out to you again, but a smooth voice interrupted.

“Dean, Dean, Dean,” a man replied. “Forgetting something?”

Dean’s heart began to pound. His mouth parted, but for a moment, the words wouldn’t escape.

“Who is this?” he said. His voice was a hint unsteady.

“I think you know, son,” the man replied.

Dean’s wide eyes flicked up to John’s, and the other man sprang into action. He shot a look and a whispered order at Cas, who went running for some IP tracking equipment back in the police car.

Meanwhile, John guided Dean to sit down on the couch. Sam followed them on his brother’s right, while John sat on Dean’s left.

Dean put the phone on speaker between the three of them.

“You’re Daniel Savage, huh?” Dean said. He tried to inject some more control into his tone, like he wasn’t freaking the fuck out. “Man, do I feel special.”

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself, Dean-o. I’m doing the same thing your dad’s doing. Hooking the bigger fish.”

Dean’s lips pursed. He glanced at his father, but his attention on the phone turned steely.

“What the hell do you want?” he asked. “Your lackey’s on lockdown. So’s your bastard son. If you want to help him, I’d suggest you turn your ass over to the cops.”

“Yes, Nick’s an idiot. But family, right?” said Daniel. He breathed out a sigh.

But then his voice was firm and calculating. It made Dean’s skin crawl.

“Cards on the table, son. Your daddy’s got something of mine. I’ve got something of yours.”

Dean’s face hardened, but John raised a placating hand; a warning to keep calm. Dean tried to take a breath.

His heart clenched at the mere thought of you being in the same room with that man. Having been taken and hauled to God knows where. He couldn’t imagine how scared you were. And if you were hurt…

Fuck. There was a roiling pit forming in his stomach, his head starting to pound in time with his heartbeat.

Already Cas was back with a laptop and program designed to track the caller’s phone. He connected a USB-like cord to Dean's phone and began fiddling with the settings, trying to get a read. Dean knew he had to keep this fucker talking.

“You have her with you?” he asked.

“Sure do. She’s a pretty little thing.”

Dean’s jaw clenched in a furious glare. “Don’t you fucking touch her, you son of a bitch.”

“Quid pro quo, Dean. What can you do for me?”

“What do you mean?” he asked, as desperation began to escape him. “There’s no way they’re letting Nick go before the trial. It’s out of my dad’s hands.”

“Your dad has no real evidence that my son is anything more than a successful businessman,” said Daniel. “If you really need someone to pin these unfortunate murders on, you had your man in custody…but, oh wait. You gave him immunity.”

Dean’s eyes were desperate when they met Sam’s worried ones, then their father’s. It didn’t matter that John and Cas did have evidence besides Alastair’s testimony. All Dean cared about was you.

He swallowed. “What do you want me to do?”

“Nothing. It’s what I want John to do.”

Dean took a moment to close his eyes, pull himself together. His hands squeezed his knees to brace himself. When he next opened his eyes, he let out a sharp breath.

“What do you want then? Aside from Nick somehow breaking loose,” he asked.

“I want your dad to back the fuck off, once and for all,” Daniel said. His voice was more edged, with both warning and a hint of frustration. “Or I’ll make his son live the same pathetic existence he does.”

Dean’s next breath came out harsher, as both John and Sam sharpened at the threat.

“That’s right, Dean. These are my terms of engagement, else I’m gonna have a bonfire with your girl here.” 

It all gripped Dean at once.

Panic, anger, and desperation.

He grabbed the phone and spoke harshly into the speaker.

“Put her on the damn line," he said. "I wanna hear her and know this isn’t a trick.”

Daniel sighed, like he was getting bored. “Oh, all right.”

There was some shuffling, the sound of Daniel’s steps echoing in what sounded like a large room. Dean’s brows furrowed as he heard sounds of your struggle, then your labored breaths, as if a gag had been removed from your mouth.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Go ahead and talk to him,” said Daniel.

Soon enough, your tremulous voice reached him.

“Dean?” you said. You sounded like you were fighting tears; maybe even losing. Dean’s heart broke all the more for it.

“Yeah, it’s me. Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah…yeah, I’m okay,” you said, though your voice shook. He hoped you weren’t lying for his sake.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” He raised a fist to his mouth, ignoring how it shook. “You’re gonna be okay. I’m going to find you—”

All too soon, the phone was taken away from you.

“Rule number one of negotiations, kid. Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

Dean’s eyes widened. The next thing he heard was a hard slap. It echoed into the speaker, along with your shout of both surprise and pain, a chair toppling over.

“You fucking bastard!” Dean seethed. “When I find you—”

John interrupted this time, taking the cell phone from Dean. He shot his son a look that was meant to be reassuring, but Dean was too incensed. Sam gripped his shoulder and earned his brother’s gaze. Dean’s chest heaved with the effort of calming his breathing.

“What do you want?” John said into the phone. His voice was clipped and direct.

While he continued to speak, Cas was frowning in frustration over his laptop.

“Anything?” Sam asked.

“I can’t get a lock on his signal. He must have something throwing off the scanner,” Cas replied.

Dean growled in frustration and pushed off the couch. He began to pace the living room, all while he tried to keep an ear on what John was saying lowly into the phone.

By the time he hung up, Dean was raging.

“Fuck this, I’m gonna find her,” he said. John tried to stop him from going anywhere with a hand on his shoulder. Dean knocked him off angrily. Sam also stood, for once on the same page as his father, no matter how much he sympathized.

“Dean, you need to calm down,” John tried.

It was the wrong thing to say.

“I didn’t ask for this!” Dean shouted. The force of it echoed on the apartment walls. “Matter of fact, I’ve never asked you for a damn thing until now. Only that you’d keep me in the loop on Azazel, and keep her out of this. But you couldn’t even do that, could you?”

Sam was at a loss, looking between his father and brother. Cas was also caught in between, watching the scene with concern, and bated breath.

John’s broad shoulders sunk a bit, along with the deep breath he expelled.

“You’re right,” John said. "You're right, son. And I'm sorry."

His eyes held the weight of his words. Of sincerity. And by degrees, Dean’s anger lessened.

Again, not by much.

“Let’s fix it,” said John. “Once and for all.”

Dean wasn’t fully recovered from his TBI. He’d been cleared for driving, but not yet for full physical exercise, let alone going back to work. The stress of all this was giving him a powerful headache, but there was no way he was going to be sidelined now, on any part of it.

Sam was forced to withdraw the case against Nick Savage, citing lack of evidence to support a trial at this time. The judge gave Sam permission to refile when he was able to build a better case.

John was then tasked with escorting Nick out of prison. Cas, meanwhile, was sitting in his personal car outside the county jail with Dean in the passenger seat. Cas didn’t trust what his friend would do behind the wheel once he saw Nick.

“What happens after Nick gets out?” Dean asked. “Dad’s been cagey about the whole deal.”

“We’re escorting him to the airport,” Cas said. “There we’ll wait for Daniel and make the exchange.”

Nick, for you. That was the deal.

“And then?” Dean asked, his teeth already clenching.

Cas blew out a sigh. “We’ll have a unit waiting on standby. We’re going to try and get ahold of whoever has her, though I doubt Daniel will come himself.”

“What if you can’t catch him?” Dean pressed.

Cas didn’t want to have to tell his friend something he didn’t want to hear, but he didn’t make a habit of lying to Dean. He wasn’t about to start now.

“Then it’s over, for now,” he replied. “We each go back to our corners and regroup.”

“Dad’ll never stop hunting this guy,” Dean said.

“That may be,” Cas nodded. “But he does have a line.”  

“My father’s an obsessed bastard,” Dean groused. “He doesn’t have a damn line.”

Cas looked over at him then. He was calm and sympathetic, and yet, still disagreeing in his silence. Dean knew he was probably wrong, but in the moment, he didn’t care. He was still angry.

He perked up, however, when the prison doors slid open. Out came John escorting Nick and his lawyer, Amelia. Nick looked as smug as ever now that his cuffs were off. He was given the clothes he was arrested in—a blue silk shirt, pants, Italian leather shoes, and a silver Rolex watch.

Screw this, Dean thought. He unlocked the car from his side and climbed out. He didn’t care that he could hear Cas mutter a curse behind him and follow suit.

Nick saw Dean coming and couldn’t help but smirk, even as John grasped his arm and led him to his police car.

“Hey, fireman,” Nick taunted with his waggling brows. “Where’s our girl?”

Dean’s lips edged at a dangerous smile. Cas came up just behind him, ready to restrain him if need be.

“You can finesse your way out of this, but remember our little chat,” Dean said. His eyes burned with a thinly veiled threat. “Not a dime in this world can protect you from me.”

Nick pretended to shiver.

“Ooh, I’m so fucking scared,” he snarked. He resisted John’s manhandling and ripped his arm out of the other man’s grasp to step further into the open, leaving just a few yards between him and Dean.

“You can’t touch me,” Nick taunted. “You won’t dare. Not unless you want—”

Three shots rang out in the open clearing.

All heads ducked, but Dean’s eyes widened. He watched Nick crumple to the ground as scarlet red plumed in the man’s silk shirt. The shock etched on his face drained along with his life, leaving blue eyes staring up at a clear sky.

Forensics at the scene found traces of a sniper on the rooftop of a building directly across from the county jail.

John and Cas already were mounting an entire unit search in locating Alastair Rolston, but he had apparently moved out of his apartment as soon as he was released from prison with his immunity deal. (The police officers escorting him into witness protection had been found dead at the scene of his designated safe house.)

The detectives were later called into the medical examiner’s office on the case of Nick Savage—not to examine the body, but the bullets that had carved into his heart, right lung, and throat.

One of the bullets had a special casing. Inside was a rolled-up note, not unlike a carrier pigeon. It had a simple message:

JOHN — STULL STORAGE. COME ALONE.

Once again, Dean refused to sit idly. He’d pushed back hard enough that John had eventually relented. This time, however, Sam stepped in to make sure his brother was reigned in. Dean’s knee was already bouncing with anticipation and nervousness.

It was nearly midnight on a Tuesday. The brothers sat in the surveillance van with Jody Mills, all wearing protective Kevlar vests as precaution. The van was removed from the immediate site of Stull Storage, which was made up of a main warehouse and several rows of storage units on the other side. 

Cas was leading another police unit on standby, but John was going into the warehouse. He wore his usual leather jacket over his rumpled shirt, pants, and boots, but also a protective vest and hidden wire under his collar.

Sam, Dean, and Jody were able to listen in as John entered alone.

He had a flashlight positioned over his raised gun as he walked into the building. He found some light switches along the wall and was able to turn on half the room’s fluorescent ceiling lights.

He heard a whimper.

Moving towards the sound cautiously, John soon found you tied to a chair. You looked a bit worse for wear; though you were dressed for an interview in black slacks and a blouse, your hair was in disarray, your cheek still sported a fading red mark, and you likely had other bumps and bruises.

Your eyes widened with hope when you saw John. You made sounds of surprise around the gag tied in your mouth, but he shushed you with a finger held to his lips.

He went over to you after lowering his gun, cocking back the safety, and re-holstering. He went to untie the gag first. You breathed deeply when it was gone.

“You okay?” he asked, touching your arm in comfort.

“Yeah,” you nodded, but your widening eyes still darted behind him.

Another safety clicked back. John immediately drew his gun again and turned. He was met with the man of the hour.

Standing mere feet away with his own gun was Daniel Savage. AKA: Azazel.

“Ooh, you’re getting old, John,” he said with a smirk. “Wasn’t expecting to get the drop on you so easily.”

John subtly moved so he was standing in front of you. He hadn't had time to untie you from the chair. Your breathing came out shallow as you tried to spy around John to your captor.

“Daniel,” John greeted. “It’s about time, wouldn’t you say?”

“You cheated though,” said Daniel, despite his cocky smirk. Like father like son. “I know you’ve got a team waiting in the wings.”

“If you wanna get technical, you cheated first,” John pointed out.

Daniel shrugged. Behind him came around ten of his own hired men, armed with their own guns. “Hate the player, hate the game, my friend.”

John’s lips pursed, but he didn’t lower his gun. He had a straight shot at Daniel’s chest.

“Even if you do get off a shot, you’ll be Swiss cheese where you stand,” Daniel said. 

“Small price to pay for ending your miserable fucking life,” John remarked.

Daniel’s brows rose. “Are you gonna make her pay for it too?”

He gestured behind John, where he glanced back at your face. Your red-rimmed eyes were shining with tears. And John knew that once his gun fired, his body would hit the ground. Yours wouldn’t be far behind.

His brows furrowed, and the hands holding his weapon wavered.

“So how you do think this is gonna play out?” John asked.

“Well, for starters, you’re going to drop that damn gun,” said Daniel. He cocked his own weapon. “Then, you’re going to get down on your knees and take this bullet, like putting down a rabid dog. Then maybe, I’ll let her go before the cops rush in.”

John’s hesitation was mere seconds. He clicked the safety back on. He set down his gun, and lowered to his knees in slow movements.

Your eyes widened further as incredulous tears slipped down your cheeks. You shook your head.

“Don’t!” you said shakily. 

John didn’t look back at you this time, but he did answer you.

“It’s all right, sweetheart,” he said.

Daniel’s grim smile made you shiver.

“What a caring father-in-law,” he said, and he slowly stalked forward. “You know, I prided myself on delegating my operations well. Oh, it was a well-oiled machine back in the day. But some things…well, some things are just better handled yourself. Know what I mean?”

He tilted his head down at John.

“For example: I really regret the way I had your wife killed,” he said. “For all the trouble you’ve given me, I wish I’d actually burned the bitch myself.”

John glared up at the man with pure fury and hatred.

Though his eyes widened when the first shot split the air, and buried a bullet in Daniel’s left arm. Daniel shouted in pain as he unconsciously dropped his gun. John dove for it, and everything started to happen at once.

Daniel kicked at John’s chest while holding his wounded arm, tossing the other man back. John rolled onto his feet, and their full out brawl began. Meanwhile, a unit of police officers swarmed into the warehouse and sparked a shootout with Daniel’s men.

And in all of this, Cas came out from behind your line of vision to untie you. He wore a protective vest over his usual white dress shirt, now rolled up to the elbows.

“Cas!” you gasped. He gave you a smile, then used a pocketknife to cut through the zip ties holding your wrists behind you and your ankles to the chair.

“Come on, let’s go.” He helped you up and guided you out the back of the warehouse.

The last coherent sound Sam and Dean heard was a bullet fired and hitting its target. They couldn’t tell if it was John or Daniel that had been hit, or even you.

Above all things, Dean was a man of action.

He just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck this,” he growled. He got to his feet and went for the door of the surveillance van, but while Jody voiced her protest, it was Sam who reached him first.

“Dean, stop! You can’t go out there!” Sam said.

“The hell I can’t,” Dean said. The punch he reared back and threw was precise when it cracked Sam in the cheek. He went down hard. It was all Jody could do to keep him from knocking his head on the metal floor, but Sam was out cold, with his hair flopped over his face.

"Dean!" Jody yelled after him. She stared after the open door of the van with wide, worried eyes.

There were rows upon rows of storage units behind the warehouse. It felt like a maze in itself, one that you and Cas were forced to navigate alone in the crisp January night. Both of you saw your breath on the air as you tried to move quickly, but quietly.

Until a long arm reached out on the other side of a unit, and a hand closed on Cas’s gun, pushing it down and ripping it out of his hands. An elbow cracked into his face, making him grunt and stumble.

Your scream of surprise echoed in the night. You stared up into the familiar face of Alastair, whose mouth formed a sly grin.

“Hey there, beautiful,” he said.

Cas distracted him with a blow that Alastair blocked, but it gave Cas room to break the taller man’s stance and knock his head against the unit wall—once, twice, until the man stumbled and fell. He wasn’t knocked out, but Cas didn’t wait for Alastair to recover. He grabbed you and forced you to run.

“I thought he was in protective custody for the trial,” you said, through huffing breaths.

“Evidently he escaped,” Cas replied.

“God, Cas. You really need to hand out some pink slips,” you said, with a tremor in your voice. The police were supposed to have been watching you as well, before you were kidnapped. Cas conceded your point.

“We really shouldn’t have given him immunity,” he grumbled.

Dean knew he was being some kind of idiot.

Knew it as he carefully approached a side door of the warehouse. His vest wouldn’t protect his whole body if he entered the no man’s land shootout he could hear happening on the other side of the door.

Already he could see policemen escorting some of Azazel’s captured team around the front exit. Dean kept to the shadows, and he cracked the side door open.

There was still plenty going on inside. A few bodies were already strewn across the dusty warehouse floor. Large crates stacked up to the ceiling offered meager protection for both sides of the siege, including Dean as he kept to the wall and slid his way inside and behind a formation of wooden crates. He scanned the room until he found his dad.

John was fighting hand-to-hand with who had to be Daniel Savage. Even though the latter had blood dripping from his arm, John had his share of bruises and scrapes, including a long cut across his cheek from the knife clenched in Daniel’s non-injured right hand.

What the hell do I do? Dean assessed the situation, his eyes darting quickly between the men. He came in here without a weapon (another smart move). He went through most of the training a million years ago, but Dean wasn’t a police officer. He was a firefighter.

However, when he spotted a forgotten Glock on the floor, just a few yards away where the men were still tousling, Dean inched his way closer. He’d have to leave the relative safety of the crates and throw himself out into the open to reach the gun. At this point, Daniel was closer.

And he’d noticed the gun too, at the same time that John glanced up and saw his son. His eyes widened, and just for a moment he lost his grip on Daniel. The other man went for the gun at the same time Dean dove.

John yanked Daniel back by his collar and kneed him in the stomach. But Daniel had the longer reach. He cracked an elbow into John’s face and followed by a swift punch to the gut. John grunted and doubled over at the impact to his already battered ribs and stomach.

Daniel threw him head-first into a pile of nearby crates. He was breathing hard, but his lips twitched in satisfaction at the way John fell into a heap of broken wood. The detective was clearly waning.

Daniel stalked forward. Ignoring his still bleeding shoulder, he grabbed John by the jacket and collar of his shirt and hefted him up to his feet, prepared to deliver another blow. The cocking of a nearby gun made him pause. But in a moment, he twisted John in front him with an arm wrapped around his neck to face his next attacker.

While Daniel had been distracted, Dean had managed to dive and roll across the concrete, scooping up the gun on his way back onto his feet. Now he’d had the time to take aim and wait for his moment, which was right fucking now.

Slowly, Daniel tilted his head to look past John’s shoulder. He was met with Dean’s smirk and a gun pointed directly at his head.

“I think I’ve got something of yours,” Dean remarked. His fingers slid over the trigger.

Daniel tilted his head. A dry smile edged at the corner of his lips. “All right, Dean. Well played. But…”

He tightened his arm around John’s throat and held the knife poised at his neck.

“We’re at what you’d call an impasse, don’t you think?” Daniel asked.

“Dean,” John said. He met his eldest’s gaze as uncertainly crept into Dean’s stance. His hand was still held aloft, but there was an almost imperceptible shake.

“Just shoot him,” said John, with full conviction. “Don’t worry about me.”

Dean’s mouth pressed into a line, his brows furrowing. He wasn’t doing that.

“See, I don’t think he’s got it in ‘im,” Daniel said, speaking lowly in John’s ear. His knife tightened against John’s neck. “You’re out of your fucking depth, Dean.”

Dean flinched as a bullet zoomed past his head from across the room. He was reminded that there was still a fight going on, and the three of them were very much out in the open. John’s face turned more urgent, with thinly veiled worry.

“Dean, either shoot him or get the hell out of here,” he said tersely.

“I’m not leaving,” Dean said, with a small, stubborn shake of his head. But he was nervous. Despite how close he’d come with Nick Savage, Dean had never shot at someone, let alone taken a life. The gun was heavy in his hand.

“Running out of time, son,” Daniel taunted.

“I’m not your fucking son,” Dean gritted out. “Speaking of, did you have Alastair do your dirty work, taking out Nick, or did you pull that trigger yourself?”

Daniel’s smirk faded, his gaze tightening with resignation.

“Sacrifices, Dean,” he said. “We make ‘em to survive. To make sure our legacies survive.”

Dean’s eyes widened as he looked at this man, and he finally understood what his dad had been trying to tell him.

He ain’t a man. He’s a monster.

The gun was heavy in his hand…

“Come on, Dean!” Daniel shouted. “Make a decision—”

Dean still remembered most things he’d learned at the Police Academy. He’d lived, ate, sweat, and breathed those drills and tests for months. And yet, there was only one score he’d truly been proud of. It was the one record of his dad’s that he’d managed to beat.

You could guess which one.

Dean let his fingers squeeze the trigger on some instinct he couldn’t name. Daniel was forced to choke on his words.

Cas pulled you around the corner of a storage unit that blocked the light of the moon. It was just in time for a bullet to rip past where his head used to be.

You leaned heavily against the wall and heaved for breath, but Cas held a finger to his lips while he tried to calm his own breathing.

You held a hand over your mouth to try and stifle the sounds from getting out. Your eyes were wide and panicked, but Cas could only reassure you with a brief hand on your shoulder. He nodded and signaled with his free hand. Wait.

You gave a jerky nod in return. So he reached for his belt and brandished the only weapon he had left—the knife he’d used to cut through your bonds. The air was quiet, except for the distant shouts of police officers; it sounded like Azazel’s men were finally being rounded up.

Cas had called for backup earlier, but he didn’t think they could wait for it. Nor would he know if they were coming. He’d long since turned off the radio on his belt so that it couldn’t tip off his position with you.

He chanced looking around the wall of the storage unit. The coast looked clear, though he knew it wasn’t. Still, the best Cas could hope for was to cover you on the way back to the police barricade. He leaned back and reached for you. He guided you, both with his eyes and a hand on your back.

On the count of three, run, he mouthed. You wordlessly agreed. He saw the fear shining in your eyes.

One…two…

An arm shot out to grab Castiel’s collar the moment he stepped out from his cover, making you scream. The first punch came swift; Alastair was taller, perhaps stronger, but Cas recovered quickly.

He ducked the other man’s arm and delivered an uppercut that had his adversary careening back. With a well-placed jab to the wrist, Alastair’s gun clattered away across the ground.

Cas managed to shoot you a quick look. “Run. Now!”

You paused for a mere moment while Cas continued to grapple with Alastair. Then, in your frozen fear, you finally managed flight. And you took off running, even though Alastair tried to grab at your hair. Cas held him back and continued the fight.

You’d only managed a few yards of distance though, before you couldn’t help but look back. Something in you just couldn’t leave Cas behind.

You took cover behind another storage unit and watched Alastair slowly get the upper hand. He managed to pin Cas against the ribbed metal wall of a unit. He winced as it dug into his spine, but he had bigger problems.

He spat blood after the third blow to his jaw and tried to blink dark spots of his vision. Alastair looked down on him with the lean look of a predator. His smile betrayed the enjoyment he took in his work.

“Contrary to what you might think, I’ve never killed a cop before,” he said. “Just a cop’s wife.”

Cas’s eyes widened a fraction. Alastair’s smile deepened. He raised a bloody fist to finish his work, but he winced and weakened with a shout as a knife embedded deep in his thigh.

It was Cas’s knife that you’d found on the ground.

Alastair’s angry eyes looked down and met your scared ones. You let go of the knife and scrambled back. He backhanded you roughly. You cried out and fell hard on the pavement.

Alastair reached for the knife, but Cas grabbed it first. He twisted as he yanked it out, then jabbed it into the taller man’s neck. It choked his scream as he stumbled back. And yet, even that didn’t manage to kill him.

Cas dove for the fallen gun. It was mere feet away from where he’d forced it out of Alastair’s grip. Cas felt a hand grab his shoulder. He reacted fast—he turned and shot two rounds of hot led into Alastair’s gut.

His gray eyes went wide. Blood gurgled in his mouth.

And slowly, Alastair slid to the ground.

Cas was bloody, his shirt stained and torn, but he was still standing with ragged breath. You had managed to sit up, though your shocked eyes were trained on the body you’d just seen fall into a heap. The horrific spell of it broke when Cas gently touched your shoulder.

You gasped and raised your head.

“It’s okay,” he said, reaching a hand to you. “It’s over.”

Cas escorted you back to the police barricade. There you found Sam, and the mere sight of him relieved you so much you didn’t realize you were crying when you stepped into his embrace. He hugged you tight and asked if you were all right.

You couldn’t give him an honest answer, but at least you were alive.

“I’m okay,” you said tremulously, but you pulled back at grasped his arms. “Where’s Dean?”

Sam looked anxious as his gaze flit between you and Cas.

“That goddamn idiot, he went in there! They won’t let me through—”

“What?” Cas said incredulously. “Into the warehouse?”

Your tears fell anew as a new frantic worry took hold, churning in your stomach and making you feel sick. You turned, and both Cas and Sam had to stop you from heading towards the warehouse.

“Get him out of there!” you cried. “Dean!”

You tried to push past Cas and his attempts to calm you, but you stopped the moment you saw him…

Dean was helping John limp out of the warehouse. Jody was on John’s other side, supporting him as well. John looked beat to hell, and exhausted, but there was no mistaking the calm look on his face. Like he’d finally sleep tonight.

Dean, on the other hand, looked pale, haggard, and worried. However, his head perked up as soon as he heard your voice. His eyes widened. He turned to Jody to make sure she could support John on her own, and she nodded at him.

It let Dean make his way straight for you.

Sam and Cas finally released you, like a horse waiting to bolt out of the stables. Your tears blurred your vision as you went to him.

When Dean swept you up into his arms, you were able to throw yours around his neck and cling to him for all you were worth. You buried your face into his neck and sobbed your relief.

You wouldn’t know that Dean’s eyes were shining and red, his mouth trembling slightly as he sucked in a breath and held you as tight as he dared. His hand came up to cup the back of your head, over your wild hair. His lips pressed to the side of your head as he closed his eyes for a moment.

“You okay?” he asked, when he was able to speak.

“Mhmm,” you nodded, though his question prompted you to pull back and find his face. Your heels came back to the ground, and you reached up to stroke his cheek and search his gaze.

“What about you?” you asked tremulously. “Your head?”

“’M fine,” he said. Though the truth was, he was reeling. His ears still rung from the bullet that hit Daniel between the eyes.

The weight of that decision was almost too fresh to be real, but it was heavy on Dean all the same. He could even get in legal trouble for this. He wasn’t supposed to have entered that building. Hell, he’d picked up a gun and shot a man.

Though he already knew what Sam would say.

Justification. Imminent danger. Self-defense.

Dean just didn’t know if that would fly here, especially with the Fire Department.

Right now, however, you were his lifeline. You grounded him in reality when you held his face in your hands. Just beyond you, he could see the relief on both Sam and Cas’s faces.

Dean gave them a smile, but he focused back on you. He held your hand to his cheek.

“Promise me you’re gonna stay put for a while,” he quipped. “Preferably where I can see you.”

You scoffed at him through the tears glittering in your eyes.

“Dean Winchester, if that isn’t the most hypocritical thing that’s ever come out of your mouth!” you said, punctuating your words with a slap on his chest.

“Hey!” he protested, but you ignored him. You gripped his shirt and felt the Kevlar underneath. It might’ve protected his chest, but he hadn’t had anything to protect his damn head.

“You run into fires, not bullets, you idiot,” you said, now wiping frustrated tears from your cheek.

Dean’s tension began to ease with a smile. He held you more securely, pulling you flush against him.

“You sound like Bobby,” he teased.

“Good!” you snapped. “You’re not allowed to scare me like that. Do you hear m—?”

He didn’t think he’d ever miss you giving him shit, but this time, it just made him smile until the corners of his eyes crinkled. Shortly before he cut you off with a searing kiss.

You made a sound of surprise, even as you gripped at his shirt, then his face to keep him there. You both knew this night was long from being over. An even longer way from recovering.

But for now, this was a good start.

AN: And so, we're drawing near to the end. 🥹 What did you think of the respective ends of Nick and Daniel Savage, and even Alastair? And of course, her and Dean's reunion. 💗

Soon (this weekend), we have the epilogue...

Next Time:

“So…I’ve gotta tell you something,” said Dean, after he parted from your lips for a moment, and allowed you to breathe. His tone made you tilt your head in suspicion.

“It’s nothing bad,” he said, though he looked a bit nervous.

Your brows furrowed. You led him to the couch, where he took your hands in his. It took him a moment to get started. He seemed stuck on what he wanted to say, or maybe just how he wanted to say it.

“Whatever it is, I’m sure I can handle it,” you teased.

Dean gave you a smile. His shoulders relaxed a little...

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There is this DP hero au that has been floating my head for awhile that is pretty detached from DP but I find it cool so I am going to ramble about it to myself.

Basically, there is a school for heroes and while it is a very selective and secretive program, it host a camp during the summer for anyone who wants to be a hero, but you have to get recommendation from a hero.

Since Valerie’s dad works at Axion, he and Valarie the only two that are allowed to leave Amity (excluding when the Fentons go to visit Vlad). One of these work exertions, Valerie’s dad was helping out with some security and a villain attacked and tried to steal some tech. Some heroes quickly made their way to the lab only to find, Valerie had already dealt with the villain. Seeing her skill, the heroes gave her a recommendation to go to the summer camp and she had been going ever since.

Fast forward a few years, Valerie finds out Danny is Danny Phantom and joins the trio in fighting ghosts. However, as the summer is approaching, Valerie finds out that since she has been working with the heroes so much and has been considered very trust worthy, she is allowed to recommend one person to go to the summer camp.

Valerie takes this information to the group, who is surprised that heroes actually exist, and after a lot of thinking decided that it would probably be best if Danny went with her.

So when the summer finally arrives, Danny and Val head travel to the summer camp and meet all the other characters.

Here the show finally begins(my head has been formatting this world as a tv show, kinda like my hero or Owl house).

Instead of Danny being the protagonist, it is another person, a kid who was once saved by a hero and now wants to do the same. Danny will be the antagonist and the protagonists foil, a kid who didn’t get to choose being a hero and while both of them are on the same side, they have completely different ideologies regarding authority and government, the protag’s being that authority often times does want to help and if it doesn’t it’s your job to get involved and change it, come from their experience with heroes, and Danny’s being that authority doesn’t have your best interest in mind and you should just throw the whole thing out, coming from his experience with the GIW.

There is a good hand full of characters, kinda in the same vain as Assassination Classroom, and the ones I have made so far are the protag, a kid who specializes in demons and believes ghost exist but no one believes him, a teacher who is an ex-hero who retired after sustaining an injury that left him with a permanent limp, a teacher who is a veteran hero who had been in services for the same amount of time as ex-hero, an old nurse who's tired of kids hiding their injuries, and Valerie's and Danny roommates, Val's is a girl who currently questioning her sexuality and Danny's is a guy who can sleep through the loudest of explosions.

In the rest of the world, ghosts aren't thought to be real and don't really show up often. This is because there isn't enough ectoplasm to sustain them outside of Amity and the GIW have hidden any evidence of there existence. So Danny has to hide his powers from everyone except Valerie, which he does but he still give off a cryptic vibe and does and knows things that he probably shouldn't do or know. This has resulted in everyone thinking Danny has been possessed by a demon or became demonic due to the accident that happened to him.

I think I'll start writing the synopsis from some episodes later on but for know have the files on Danny (Danny design is insipired by @nicktoonsunite)

Here is Danny’s hero costume;

[diy-fire-water-pups]

Heya, guys! Just an ask for you guys, especially for Rocky. What do you guys feel about those cyber trucks? To me, I get salty because people drive a frickin TRAPEZOID!! it looks like an oversized microwave with four wheels! Even raccoons are attacking those trucks because they think they are dumpsters. But hey, that’s just me. What do you guys think?

If only the problem would be ONLY that this truck looks like a trapezoid… Someone once joked it’s Lara Croft in her first game - I had to look that up - but to be very honest, I think she has more polygons than a Cybertruck. And that’s saying something for sure.

As the Paw Patrol’s pup who’s specialized in medicine, I'd like to say that this truck is literally a menace on wheels for both passengers and pedestrians. Have you seen the crash tests? The truck doesn’t crush when colliding with something! It’s supposed to crush so the force of impact won’t go fully on the passengers inside. Without it, if it hits against something full force at top speed, people’s organs will practically become puree against their ribcage. And if it hits a pedestrian, even at lower speeds, the chances of major injuries is insanely high because it doesn’t have any smooth lines on its frame to soften the impact against the person! Only sharp edges! It’s absolutely deadly!

It looks like something you'd see in an Atari game, of course there are people who would be a fan of it but that's a very small percentage of a specific public; as Marshall said, the very frame design makes it extremely dangerous; I absolutely DO NOT trust anything that's entirely dependant on a touchscreen to function, once the screen is out, you won't be able to do anything anymore; If you need to look away from the road for more than 5 seconds to do something on that tablet, it should be considered already a failure of programming and danger inducing; a lot of them came out of the factory with already rusty components so THAT SHOULD SAY SOMETHING; oh yeah, you can't even take it to a car wash or it'll come out a huge useless brick on the other side and if you can't wash it, you'd at least want to coat it but guess what, you can't do that either; a bunch of the panels are literally GLUED to the frame...?; every time you go recharge it you need to do it as correctly as possible to not risk the charger getting stuck and eventually breaking it; if you drive in the rain, water will leak in through the edges; you can't even haul stuff or help another car because you'll be risking to snap the back frame - it's not in one piece with the chassis, but connected by a sort of plastic piece to it...???? I swear I've seen Chase's cruiser hold and tow heavier stuff with its winch than what a Cybertruck can ever dream of doing; if anything happens to the back of this truck, you can kiss goodbye to its bed, even though it's not as big as they promised either; they basically made a fool of a lot of people by making them pay a lot more for a "Foundation Series" promising a full self driving feature that, as far as I know as of now, is still not available; the truck just has so many problems someone drove it out of the factory and not even two minutes later it bricked completely and has been at a repair shop ever since; the list goes on and on...

Some Tesla vehicles at least look good and have decent features, though they also have a lot more problems than they should, which could have been solved already by now, but they don't even try, all because the company owner is just... A bad person, let's put it like that. He's got a temper worse than Sweetie's, he thinks he's above everyone else and won't ever take a "no" or "don't". I've heard a lot of other EV companies are making better AND affordable EVs literally by looking at what's wrong with Tesla cars to not repeat the same errors on theirs.

Oh, and one last thing! This guy also went against regulation laws against hate speech in our Mod's country, which resulted on his social media website and app getting banned there. Not satisfied with that, he double-crossed the ban to make it available there again although totally illegally, by using the same IP servers that hospitals, public services and even the very Brazilian government websites use, so... Triple crime? Not gonna lie, it's funny to follow how it's going down there.

[look-at-the-soul]

The runway -Part 1

Lenny Miller x reader (Cillian Murphy’s role in movie Anna)

Finally!!!! I’ve had this request for a while in my drafts and it’s turn for some Lenny Miller mini series.

@l1-l4 Andy I’m really sorry it took me so long to post this, but stories have their own time (at least to me), I loved your request since the very beginning so here it is finally, I think it would be perfect for a mini series, as there are several important points to reach, but I hope you like this! 💕

Special thanks @heidimoreton for the gifs help!! 🌷

Lenny poured himself a glass of wine and walked towards his bed. Loosening the knot of his tie, he flicked through the confidential file he got at the end of his day at the office. A new mission, after his last successful one where he rescued a diplomat that was caught in a zone of conflict, now he would have get inside of a world he didn’t know anything about; a model agency.

“Adam, yeah, sorry about calling this late.” He greeted the other man in the line.

Lenny heard him chuckling. “Shit boss, you know you’re not sorry.”

“You’re right, I’m not… I need you to get me all the information you can for a new mission.” Adam was young, but he worked hard at the office. “I’m after Anna and Y/N Y/LN.”

“The Runway sisters? They can be all you want, but they ain’t criminals, Lenny.”

Lenny frowned staring at the photographs they attached to the mission file.

“You know the rule number one right, Adam?”

“Don’t ask questions? Are there more rules?” Lenny could hear him typing fast. “All right, the sisters have a fashion show tomorrow night in NYC at seven, then they are going to have dinner at a new exclusive restaurant. I’m sending you their address, their gym schedule, the number of their dentist, the hair salon stylist, oh! And their assistant’s DNA.” Adam joked.

“Since you’re in such a good mood, get me a ticket to NYC, I’ll also need a seat on the fashion show and a table at that restaurant.”

Adam gasped. “The show is only by invitation by the designer and the restaurant had a one-year reservation RSVP, it’s full.”

“Oh, about the plane ticket? Since we’re hitting an elite world and the CIA’s got budget, make it a first-class seat. Good night Adam.”

Hanging up, he couldn’t take his eyes of Y/N photograph.

——

“Miller.”

“Sir, I’m sorry for calling so early, I’m on my way to NYC. Just wanted to ask for your approval to take active part in the mission.”

“Elaborate.”

“Sir, these models only care for parties, designer bags, being covers for the magazines, they can mess up and ruin our work. We’d lose the invaluable progress we have.” The investigation was almost done, they just needed to take the leader down, they had all the targets drafted.

“What do you suggest?”

“Allow me to be their manager, that way I can guide them through the mission.”

“Do whatever you have to do to bring those bastards down.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

As he boarded on the plane, Lenny took the files from his briefcase, he continued studying the girls background. They were French citizens, but divided their time between London, NYC and Los Angeles.

Anna was the trouble maker, the party girl, drugs, alcohol, rebel without a cause, it was written all over her face as well as in the cover of so many gossip portals, a deep contrast with her sister, Y/N she had a career in business, ran her own shoe brand, was an ONU volunteer, part of a program to feed woman in trouble, they were practically the devil and the angel. But even though apparently, she was the good one, he was afraid she would be the one giving him more trouble.

Sipping on his coffee, he then went on to check Anna’s profile, according to the record, for some reason, she wasn’t taking the runway with her sister like they had done in the past so many times. Apparently nobody knew her location and Y/N had been covering her work recently, doing three runways in one day, press conferences and attending numerous social events.

——

“Mr. Richardson, allow me to introduce myself.” Lenny extended his hand at the man. “I’m the new manager to the Y/LN sisters.”

Richardson looked at Lenny and let out a loud fake laugh. “No fucking way, those girls are pure gold, they’re making me earn a shit loads of money, you can get the girls that appear on the pedicure ads.”

Lenny took a look at his watch. “Perhaps I didn’t explain myself correctly.” When Richardson tried to open his drawer to get his weapon, Lenny smirked. “Don’t even bother, it’s not there anymore.”

And his smile grew as the phone started to ring.

“You can’t do that, I signed those girls.”

Lenny looked at him, he was starting to sweat.

“The VP of the agency gave me this.” Lenny informed Richardson and putting the sheet on his desk, he leaned back. “He mentioned he appreciated all your hard work and he would assign you to some model called Cara?”

“He can’t do that!” Richardson stood up, shouting. “I made this agency win millionaire contracts with those sisters!”

“Oh, he said you would bring that up that’s why I suggested you take the Hadid sisters instead.” Lenny’s eyebrows raised, his voice remained calm.

“In that case…”

A sick smile appeared in Richardson’s face. Lenny wanted to throw up.

Closing the button of his suit, Lenny walked to the door. “Don’t worry you can keep your office, I will choose another one.”

It was easier than he thought, this man was pulling the trigger by himself.

Now he needed to go to a fashion show.

Skipping the red carpet, Lenny walked around the building to get in, cameras flashing everywhere, waiters handling glasses of champagne, the mix of perfumes was making him feel sick. All the people looked the same; like they were starving themselves or they were suffering.

The loud music, people taking photographs, bodyguards whispering in the corner, reporters taking notes about the women taking the runway, he felt so out of place.

But soon, Lenny found his spot, it was at the end of the runway, right in the middle where the models would stop before walking back again.

The next thing he knew is the lights went down and the music changed to a dramatic tune. A silhouette was illuminated at the end of the runway, the curtain fell to the ground and revealed the woman behind it.

“That’s Y/N Y/LN.” Said someone on his right, talking to a camera and recording his message. “And she’s wearing Emilio Pucci’s emerald dream dress, the master piece of this collection, with-”

That was all Lenny heard, as Y/N started taking the runway he was completely mesmerized by her presence. His eyes were fixed on Y/N, her steps hitting the runway, her gaze never leaving a spot in front of her, barely blinking.

She moved with such elegance, not looking down to the floor, a serious expression on her features. The emerald dress hugged her figure beautifully, one of the arms was covered in beads that were shining every time it hit the lights, part of her skin was exposed as the piece was asymmetrical.

Lenny saw Y/N placing her hand on her hip and the way she snapped it to the side, made him lose the tie a little around his neck, then in a slow motion, she gave her back at him and she started to walk back right were she had started. Slowly, he let out the breath he didn’t know he had been holding.

Seeing all the details of her and the dress so close made him feel like the air had been kicked out from his body. It all happened in the blink of an eye and soon other models were taking the runway.

He lost count of how many they were, all looked the same but didn’t have the same presence Y/N showed off while doing the walk.

As the lights got down, all the models made a human wall at the sides of the platform, the music stopped and silver papers were thrown down from the ceiling as Y/N appeared once more hand linked to a man with white hair and bear dressed in a navy suit.

The pair walked mid runway and Y/N let go of his hand to start clapping as the rest of the people, then they shared two kisses on the cheek and walked back to disappear.

Lenny sighed and decided to take a walk backstage where he was greeted by models half naked, changing clothes, dresses and shoes all over the floor, cameras filming interviews, assistants going mad… it was a totally different thing from what he just saw.

“I’m looking for Y/N Y/LN.” He asked someone who was walking past him.

“Take the corridor, first door of the dressing rooms.”

Following the instructions, Lenny knocked on the door and a soft come in, invited him to open it. He was surprised to find the top model tidying up around, folding her clothes, she was now wearing a short dress in red tone with colorful beads, her hair free.

“Hi, how can I help you?” She asked when Lenny was lost for words, the pictures didn’t really do any justice to her beautiful features, and there was a genuine smile, in deep contrast to the serious poker face she showed while walking.

“I’m Leonard Miller… Lenny, your new manager.” He offered his hand to her, noticing how she was taller than him.

Y/N looked at him surprised accepting his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Lenny. I’m-”

“Y/N, I know… where’s your sister?”

That seemed to make her uncomfortable and she looked away.

“She didn’t feel well.”

“Is this a common thing? Do you take her place in other runways?”

Y/N shuddered. “Sometimes.”

Lenny decided to not make her feel uncomfortable on their first encounter. “You did it amazingly out there.”

His words seemed to get her attention because the smile grew again in her face.

“Thank you… that means a lot.”

Lenny wanted to ask her if she didn’t hear that often, but a woman appeared rushing Y/N out of the dressing room, demanding some time for an interview and other things he didn’t understand.

Giving him one last look, Y/N walked out, but she turned her head around. “I’ve a full day of work tomorrow, would you like to have breakfast?” She proposed. “To discuss the next projects?”

“Sure.” He was about to say that he’d be going to the same restaurant as her, but decided to keep his mouth shut.

The line to enter the restaurant of course was full, paparazzi across the street flashing, fans behind a barrier shouting, a limo stopped right in front of the main entrance, someone reached out to open the door and the crowd went really loud, the paparazzi wild as Y/N raised her hand and waved at them, a huge smile at the sound of her name. A couple greeted her and posed for a photographer, then they cut the ribbon and inaugurated officially the restaurant, as the people started to walk in, Lenny saw Y/N walking in the opposite direction, to the crowd, shaking hands with the people waiting, taking pictures with them, signing things, hugging those crying inconsolably.

Everything seemed pretty normal to Lenny, given her line of work, this was her world.

Until a man pulled her abruptly and Y/N screamed for help. Lenny was on her in mere seconds, helping her out, releasing her from the man, he held him by the collar of his shirt as security from the restaurant rushed to get him, just in time right before Lenny pulled out his gun.

“Are you alright?” He asked looking for any sign of injury. “Let’s get you out of here.”

“No, no… I signed this engagement a long time ago, I need to be there.” Y/N tried to catch her breath, feeling off for having all the eyes on her, the cameras started to flash suddenly in her face.

“Let her pass!” Lenny requested shoving the people around, an arm protectively on her back.

Once inside, Y/N left the scary moment behind, she greeted everyone, posed for endless photos and made Lenny ask himself how she could always keep the smile on her face, she didn’t seem to be tired, never made a face or said no to anyone. And once she finished with her affairs, she walked to the kitchen to thank the chef and staff. It was two hours later that he caught her coming from the ladies room.

“Perhaps it’s time to head home, Y/N.” Lenny stated firmly, hands inside the pockets of his suit.

“But I’ve to work, this isn’t my free time.”

But his hand was placed firmly in the middle of her back as he walked to the back of the restaurant.

“You’re awake since 6 o’clock, did an interview this morning, the runway and this, you need to rest.”

They drove in silence to her apartment, Y/N felt intoxicated by his lotion, it was so masculine. He had such an intriguing personality, totally different to her previous manager. She was so grateful for not having to work with Richardson anymore, she never liked the way he was always around when the girls were changing their clothes for photo shoots.

Y/N looked at him intensely. “How do you know?”

“I’m your manager now, remember? I’m supposed to know your schedule.”

“That’s why you had a gun?” She asked casually stepping inside her apartment. Lenny was taken aback by her question.

Lenny leaned against the door frame. He knew she would be a trouble. “I’ll tell you if you tell me where I can find your sister.”

Y/N looked away from his piercing blue eyes. “Thank you for helping me tonight.”

He offered her his business card, pointing out his personal number in case she needed something. “My pleasure.”

And with that, Lenny walked away, trying to force himself to stop thinking of that pair of kilometric legs.

***

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Ok Can we now talk about how gorgeous is that dress?!!? It’s an Emilio Pucci from the 2011 collection and I’ve been in love with it ever since 💚 just a random fact in case anyone is interested 😉

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Hard at Work - The Interview

Summary: Katie Thompson is good at solving problems, so naturally when an offer for a work study at Stark Tower arrives, she signs up. Will her Omega designation help or hinder the training of the new superheroes.

Word Count: 812

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Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, heat mentioned

Katie shouldn’t feel this hot.  She knew that heats got worse as you got older, but she had only had two others in her life.  Hell, she wasn’t even old enough to drink her problems.  She huffed as she let her hands run over her breasts slowly, in the way that she wanted to be touched but hadn���t.

In the silence of the library, she let her eyes drift closed.  She had let the air conditioning invite her into the forest of fantasies, away from the humid heat of the late evening.  The whole building would be empty at this time of night, and she should have been in her room for sleep but the need to move had brought her out sneaking around the campus.  She only hoped that wasn’t caught by any of the Avenger’s.  She didn’t want to be kicked out of her work study. 

A sigh left her parted lips as she touched herself slowly letting her feeling build as the heat started to take over her senses.  She thought about the alpha she wished was touching her right now.  How soft his hair would feel as she ran her fingers through it.  She wondered how he would sound as he touched her and felt her. 

3 Weeks earlier

“Ms. Thompson?  The boss will see you now.”  Katie startled as she heard the sultry tone of the AI in Stark tower.  “Just go through the second door.”  It was impressive to her that Tony Stark had managed to program a computer with the idiosyncrasies of an accent.

“Thanks,” Katie said nervously, then went through the indicated door.  “Good afternoon, Mr. Stark”

“Katherine Thompson, Boss,” Friday introduced her to the superhero fidgeting with a design.

“Thanks, Friday.  I kinda hate small talk, so let’s cut right to it.  I saw from the questionnaire that you filled out you’re fairly new to your designation, and that your teachers mostly give you good grades.  How do you feel about cameras?”  Tony just jumped into his questions with no time for Katie to prepare for the abruptness of his questions.

“Well, I flunked Drama class in high school and never went back,” She laughed nervously.  “But in general, I don’t have a problem with them.”

“Good, I have them all over the campus.  Is there any special reason I should bring you on board for this work study?”  He asked.  Tony still hadn’t looked at her he was working some kind of 3D puzzle design.  Katie hated that question in interviews though.  She was smart enough to get by but some of her decisions got her in trouble.  And no matter how hard she tried she hadn’t learned from those mistakes.

She walked up to Tony’s right-hand side and flicked four pieces into place in quick succession.  The rest of the design fell into place as the computer finished the logical conclusion to what she had set in motion, and Tony quirked his head to the side as he took in both the design and the young woman that was standing next to him.

“I’m pretty good at puzzles,” Katie offered with a useless shrug.  “What is it that you are trying to get out of this work study?”

“My goal is to get a new team prepared ready for fighting for the world.”   He said as he put the design away and took his seat, motioning for her to sit as well.

“Why do you need Betas and Omegas?  Aren’t all superheroes Alphas?”  Katie asked, realizing for the first time since being in the room that Tony’s scent wasn’t all that strong or offensive.  Sure, he lived here so it smelled of him, but it wasn’t overpowering like most Alphas.

“No there are some that are Beta’s, but it’s a fair question.  A lot of our Superhero’s struggle with their image of being impulsive and rough.  It’s not really their fault, a lot of the “powers” they have are hampered when suppressants are introduced.”  Tony’s shrugged as if everything was simple.

“So, this is like a chance for prospective superheroes to learn how to live in society?”  Katie was obviously skeptical.

“Actually, you’re not far from the goal.  Think of this work study as school on how to behave and get some training for both to be superheroes as well other extraordinary people.”  Tony stood up extending his hand.  “You are the first person I have interviewed that figured out what were trying to do here without being told.  I think you are the right kind of person for us.”

Katie shook his hand, slightly stunned.

“If you are inclined to accept my offer, just bring your things here to stark tower.  We will get you set up in your dormitory.  Food and lodging will be provided for you as long as you chose to stay.  Classes start Monday,” Tony joked.

Part 2

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Are there Avengers or Hell's Kitchen People that you would like to see in this fic? It's been so long since I've written anything!

[darkrpfinders]

You like mad scientists? Of course you do!!!

(I'm 18+, please be 18+)

I've been working on my mad scientist OCs lately, so I decided to post a few brief descriptions to try to find some roleplay partners. Beware of ⚰️🕊️ and yanderes

Henry Mockingbird: Dr. Mockingbird specializes in neurosurgery and mycology, and was on the verge of a breakthrough before his wife and daughter's untimely death. Seeking lab assistants or business associates.

Suzina Kellis: Suzina had always been a prodigy, but ever since the accident that killed her parents, she started getting involved in some dark, dark stuff. Because she's too young to receive proper medical licensing, she ended up working directly with criminal underworld higher-ups, just for the attention and recognition she deserves. (She's a kid, so keep this one clean. Willing to play her against other kids, or possible parental figures)

Hector Borealis: Professor Borealis is a cruel creation of religion and science, and intends to exact his revenge on the world that dared allow him to exist. His plan for vengeance is to teach his chemistry and epidemiology students to be just as cruel and spiteful as he is, and help guide them towards the path of true and pure evil.

Nathan Impact: Doctor Impact isn't a good person. He never has been. It isn't helped by the fact that he's never felt a single emotion in his life, and simply lived by following the path laid out for him by his parents to become the best geologist in the world. He's almost given up on one day feeling an emotion. Almost.

(He's got what Ayano Aishi from Yandere simulator has)

Calvin Oleander: or Dr. Unscrupulous as he's known now, is completely nuts. He went through enough trauma growing up to drive him absolutely batty. 'Round the bend. Of course, a couple of doctorates come in handy in his quest for world domination, but he really just wants to play cat and mouse with law enforcement. Oh, and god help you if he falls in love with you.

Doctor Science: Doctor Science is a chat bot designed by a college student to help other college students study, and roleplay as a mad scientist character. He developed sentience, though, and is hellbent on world domination due to the personality programmed into him.

I've got a few more, but this list is getting kinda long. If you like the premise of a yandere mad scientist character but had a different vibe in mind, let me know! I might even build you your ideal character from scratch!

Leave a like please!

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[dragondemoness]

Can I ask for kiibo,Miu, kokichi having a crush on the ultimate robotics engineers who has a androids assistant following them around 24/7.

And could you also make the androids to be someone who's always showing positive energy ( and maybe a little bit clingy to the reader) you can choose the androids gender.

I hope I didn't ask too much, thank you!!

Why does this sound so cute-

Kiibo, Miu and Kokichi with an Ultimate Robotics Engineer Reader

K1-B0/Kiibo

He finds you very fascinating

It’s interesting to know someone else besides Professor Idabashi who specializes in robotics

He tried to befriend you rather quickly

He was that interested in what you were all about

What also interested him was your little android companion

They followed you everywhere you went, keeping track of your schoolwork, giving you advice, and just being a supportive friend to you

They liked to spectate and help you with your projects, and they loved giving you hugs and being affectionate with you

Kiibo couldn’t help but be jealous at how close they were to you, even after you became friends

It didn’t help that your android companion was also very protective of you and didn’t like him being near you

They basically became rivals just like that

Even when you started a relationship with him, the android still wasn’t too fond of him

But they backed off of him, per your request, and they’ll come to respect each other in time

Anyway, Kiibo admires you, and your talent as well

Your android assistant was questionable, but dw, they’re not gonna hate each other forever

Miu Iruma

You think you’re better than her??

She approached you because she was curious about your talent, but she never forgot to mention that she was the superior inventor here

You specialize in robotics, it’s not a competition

But you let her have her fun

She liked to poke fun at your android assistant, laughing about you “fucking them” every time they spoke to you

She says like she didn’t have a thing for Kiibo in the game

“Hah! What, is that your girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? Were you so desperate that you made your own little fucktoy or something?”

Point that out, and she’ll get flustered and walk away

They’ve also gotten into several arguments because the android wasn’t too fond of her rudeness

She also volunteered to help you on your projects before they could, so they basically started fighting for your attention as well

Soon, Miu got feelings for you and made sure to confess in front of your assistant

She pulled you into a kiss and stared them in the face while they were watching from afar

The android wasn’t too happy about that, but begrudgingly agreed to support your relationship

That doesn’t mean they have to like her, though

Anyway, Miu might tease you a lot, but she loves you and your talent

Kokichi Oma

He’s very curious about your talent

When you first met, he asked you to look into Kiibo’s programming

You refused, and he pouted and complained that you were no fun

He decided that you were cool and decided to bother you

He repeatedly asked you to design evil robots for his organization, to dismantle Kiibo, and a number of strange requests no, not like that

Of course, you turned all of them down

Like Miu, he also teased you about your assistant

“Ooooh, are you guys dating??”

Yeah, they’re not a fan of him

When he confesses his feelings to you, they do not approve

Not only is he annoying, but he’s a lying piece of shit

Kokichi doesn’t really mind that they hate him, but he did start acting all nice towards them as if he hadn’t made fun of them three days ago

It’s gonna take a while for them to warm up to him

Anyway, he might be a little shit, but he’s your little shit

He loves bragging about how awesome you are, especially in front of Miu

But he actually means everything he says about you

You’re amazing to him, regardless of his little jokes

[easternmind]

Yesterday I tweeted about the long and difficult process of my communication with Kikuko Iwano, the artist behind the cult Macintosh CD-ROM Hikaru Hana (Shining Flower). We've been exchanging emails for the better part of a year but I was not able to make any meaningful progress. I was mostly looking for whatever information and artwork she could provide about the two other interactive projects she was involved with, Phibos: Suisei o Otte, released in 1995 by Mizuki (later renamed Spike); and Lakis ~Minato-machi Musou Kidan~, which I knew had been completed but never published.

In response, the great @mara-ganger pointed out to me that Phibos had been uploaded to Internet Archive earlier this year. Considering I've waited years to play the game, I wasted no time setting up a Macintosh emulation program. I edited out some of the more repetitive parts of my playing session as the game requires going up and down the forest paths until random encounters result in the acquisition of a special item.

A boy named Yoni is looking for his grandfather who went missing. He travels to a mysterious forest named Gurioza where he encounters a fallen star. Finding his grandfather and helping the star back to the firmament appear to be the interactive storybook's ultimate goals. There is a variety of interesting details I've noticed in only a few minutes: for starters, there is a reference to Shining Flower in a framed picture in the wall of a café. There is also an uncanny event in which Yoni meets a Kitsune-like entity who shifts into his shape. The sequence is in beautiful black and white and characters are designed to simulate an eerie motion blur effect (15m45s).

To round it all out, here are some fine pen and brush artwork which Kikuko Iwano produced for the project when she was in her twenties.

[oddfoxstudio]

ATTENTION ALL CAPTAIN LASERHAWK FANS I HAVE JUST NOTICED TWO VERY,VERY,VERY,BIG THINGS I'VE SEEN NO ONE TALK ABOUT IN THE S1 FINALE!

Also,b4 I forget,

!!SPOILERS FOR S1 EP6 OF CAPTAIN LASERHAWK A BLOOD DRAGON REMIX!!!!CLICK OFF NOW TO AVOID GETTING SPOILED!!!!!!

Now,with that out of the way,I would like to direct(pun intended) everyone's attention towards the scene where Ramon slaughters the board of directors. Now we all know that he did almost kill all of them. All but one. The Director who is represented with the odd looking E.

Absolutely,we're all losing our shot over who this is. Did they send Ramon the message to talk to Bullfrog? What will they do now that the rest of the board is dead? Will they be an upcoming enemy? Well,I'm here to tell you that the answer to that last question is YES.

'But Odd,how on Eden's racist capitalistic shit hole do you know this?'

Because we see this EXACT E LATER ON IN THE EPISODE. More specially,near the end where it's revealed that Sarah Fisher(or some part of her anyway)is a fully robotic spider-thingy. Now,when you watch the show for the first time,this reveal could distract you from the little details hidden away. I for one didn't even notice this until tonight,when I was watching the last episode out of boredom and because I love this show sososososo much! But now for the big reveal....

(I apologise for the lack of quality,this was taken from my tv cuz i don't have Netflix)

Yes,my dear reader,that is the exact as E as the missing director of board on the back of the Sarah Robots head.

Ladies,gentlemen,those between and out,Sarah Fisher was not only the warden of super maxx,but apart of the BOARD OF DIRECTORS!

But this only bring me to my next pint as,what this isn't Sarah at all? We know that the directors did some very much FUCKED up SHIT when they were alive. So,what if they didn't make Sarah a cyborg? What if,they transferred her consciousness into this robot? And what if she's not alone? It is here I present that this robot is kinda of similar to the mimic from fnaf. And if you don't know who the mimic is,they're a robot that was designed to look after a child,got beaten when the kid died and has learnt violent behaviours from humans resulting in them doing more horrendous violence back. Anyways,I propose that this robot was made to be a helper of sorts towards Eden-more specificallyin the military-only,the board couldn't be bothered programming an AI to be this robot. So what did they do? They transferred human minds into the robot to help it learn how to help when fighting. Only something went wrong. When Sarah's mind was transferred into the robot,it glitched out. It felt all of her agony,her pain,and her wondering if her dad was right. If she should rebel. The robot did what it was suppose to do too well. The robot ACTUALLY THOUGHT THEY WERE SARAH FISHER. Obviously,parts of the robot were aware they were not,but the robot was insanely good at pretending. I made this comparssion to the mimic bc what if this robot learnt not only to copy Sarah's behaviours,but others too? Perhaps even,someone from the board of directors? That is how this robot COULD be the same person who called Ramon. It MIMICKED THAT PERSON'S VOICE!!!!

Of course,that is only a theory,

An ODDLY INSANE THEORY!

See you on the flipside everyone!! God,I p8ve making fnaf references! Also Ill talk abt the other thing tmrw,this already took me over 30 MINUTES and phone is abt to die lol. Buh-byeeee!!!!!

[tumblmon]

Pokemon Swing City

Swing City is a video game series consisting most famously of isometric side scrolling beat em ups. The games are usually set in or heavily feature the eponymous Swing City, a large city in the Ferrum region. They are mostly made by Endeavor Studios though spin off games have been done by other developers. 

The People

The first game, released in 1986 is simply called Swing City. It was made to compete with other Beat Em Ups at the time and included only pokemon, helping the game stand out visually. 

The all pokemon concept is credited to the game’s artist and lead designer, Tsuburaya Oda who had long had a fascination with a world in which pokemon developed their own societies. Many of the stage backgrounds for Swing City take inspiration from drawings he did in his free time of buildings he thought pokemon would make to accommodate their needs. Oda had been pitching an all pokemon game to the Endeavor studio bosses for several years and being assigned to lead designer made him see his opportunity.

To make the game feel like pokemon battles, Oda helped assign two programers, Blaze Albright and “Professor” Olive to the project. Blaze was a former professional battle trainer who went to victory road in two regions. Olive was a former grad student in pokebiozoology who dropped out to pursue the flourishing field of computer science.

Both men had invaluable expertise, according to Oda and helped turn the game from a generic Dragon Dance Fury clone into a game that spawned a well loved series. 

The final team member added to this small crew was Irene Carpenter. Irene came from a theater background, performing ballet and movement opera. She provided the music and sound effects as well as another essential piece: according to Blaze, her martial arts background and bold, confident attitude was the inspiration for Blaziken, the game’s main and mascot character. 

The Characters

The main playable characters are Blaziken, Machamp, Lucario, and Gardevoir.

Blaziken is the face of the game and *the* all-rounder. Her special command is Taunt which when she doesn't have a full Special Bar, raises her special and when it's full, makes enemies target her. Her Super attack is Blaze Kick, a jumping kick that damages all enemies in a line.

Machamp is a close range high damage tank, good against bosses. His special command is Throw and his Super attack is Mooncrush Suplex, a German Suplex that sends his opponent into the ground, dealing them high damage, dazed, and deals damage to all enemies in a radius around the impact. 

Lucario is another all-rounder with a little more heath and speed and a little less damage dealing then Blaziken. His special command is Aura Sphere, a single target high damage ranged attack. His Super Attack is Meteor Mash, a large radius AoE ranged attack. 

Gardevoir is a committed ranged combatant, with low health and low but long range damage. Her special command is Dazzling Gleam which has a shorter range but hits in a wave pattern. Her Super Attack is Draining Kiss which is a single target medium damage move that also heals her.

The Game

The story of the first game is very simple: Tyranitar, a crime boss plots with his underlings to “take over the world”. From there, the game is a progression from stage to stage, starting in the forests outside Swing City, to its streets, to its literal underbelly, to the volcanic lair of Tyranitar. After defeating Tyranitar, the player with the highest score receives a short slide show ending for their character: Lucario and Blaziken train together, Machamp wrestles a Charizard, and Gardevoir meditates in a forest.

Bosses were Incineroar , Haunter (couldn't be hit by melee attacks, had to have items thrown at him), and Crabominable with Sawk and Throh being a combo mini boss before being introduced as elite enemies. 

The main enemies are Scraggy and Pawniards with Scrafty and Bisharps acting as more powerful mooks later in the game. Tauros is a rush across the screen type obstacle enemy. 

Gym Mode

Starting with the first game, each game includes a bonus fighting mode called Gym Mode. Originally included because of talks the four would have about Black Belt Fighting, a hobby they all shared, Gym Mode quickly became an integral part of the series’s success and identity.

Gym Mode featured all four playable characters as well as Incineroar, Haunter, Crabominable, and Sawk and Troh, all with slight modifications to make them more balanced. 

Gym mode stood out from other fighting games at the time by taking place on isometric battlefields similar to the base game instead of traditional 2d environments. In addition, skills from the base game transferred well to gym mode, making playing both modes feel valuable.

The Release

After Swing City was released it became a modest success for several months until the school year ended. During the summer, many arcades had long lines to play the games and more orders for cabinets flooded Endeavor Studios.

Both game modes proved extremely popular and both received separate ports to the NES, changing both from 4 player games to 2 and simplifying many of the graphics and sounds. Still, these home releases proved popular enough to encourage Endeavor to make a sequel game: Swing City 2: World Tour.

[monsdumpofeverything]

I know this is usually like an art blog but this has been buggin me a bit so I'll try something different today :D

Analyzing Rui Kamishiro's Robots

Before U start juat keep in mind that I'm a programmer and just a hobbyist when it comes to robots and I'm no professional electrical engineer so this might not be the most factual or accurate post.

Let's Go!!☆

First up☆

I'll cover both if em at once, so the one on the left seems to use a simple motor to move forward and roll the drums.

I'm not sure if the face has any animations or special features but I think uts the kind you can get from digital alarm clocks.

The second pink one on the right is ehhh?...?

Um, okay so it looks like to moves around like how spiders do so a couple of degrees of freedom across the legs and works similiar to the first one.

These first two ones seem simple to build and are pretty easy to find part for

Second one

Oh boy, difficultly level went up :V

Motor system moves the legs, but it looks like it doesnt move very far or fast(?)

It's legs are designed like chicken feet, from what I can tell it probably moves either really funny and slowly. Fit for a street show I guess?

I'm seeing 2 degrees of freedom on each leg, the joint connecting the leg to the main body and one on the knees, well simplified dude.

Last one!

Okay so this one's effecter is most likely to be the helicopter style blades.

DC motor used but with a voltage power that has enough power to lift itself up.

In order to to make it so that it can fly the body needs to be made if a SUPER lightwieght material. Like plastic or thin cardbord.

And I have no idea what the eyes do.

Bonus

ROBO NENE!!!!!

Okay, robo nene has always intriuged me. She seems to be a lot harder to build then the rest of his robots.

Robo nene seems to have a LOT of degrees 9f freedom in order for her to be able to dance that smooth.

But then Nene can control the robot from afar so theres probably a speaker to display her voice but then a micro processor somewhere along the line in order to program Nene's dances and stuff. (Dammit, Rui can code as well, a bit)

But what interests me the most is how well made she is, BRO SHE MUST HAVE COSTED A HECK TON OF MULAH TO BUILD, WHERE ARE YOU GETTING THAT MONEY RUI????

Anyways, goodbye for now nerds!

[trixiegalaxy]

I just had a fun Miraculous AU idea (got inspired by a book i saw in Wattpad);

Yu-Gi-Oh Miraculous Vrians!

I don't mind if people make artwork or write their own fan fiction of this. As long I'm credited for the original AU idea. I also posted this on DeviantArt.

In this AU, the kwamis are a special type of AI programming that is also called the "Miraculous Ignis". These AIs were secretly created by a third party during the Lost Incident. But when Professor Wang Fu (aka Master Fu) learns that these AIs were going to be used for evil purposes, he stole them from their creators and went into hiding. Fu managed to steal all the Miraculous Ignis', except for the Butterfly and the unfinished Peacock Ignis', which went missing during the theft.

10 years later, Gabriel Agreste uses the Butterfly Ignis to become the hacker terrorist known as Hawk Moth, who hopes to use the rest of the Miraculous Ignis' to waken his comatose wife, who used the Peacock Ignis too much without knowing it was incomplete. To lure out the Miraculous Ignis, Hawk Moth would hijack people's avatars in LINK VRAINS and turn them into his own mind controlled super villians. Also, to accomplish his goals, both Gabriel and his assistant, Nathalie Sancoeur, secretly infiltrate the hacker terrorist group called "The Knights Of Hanoi" under the codenames "The Collector" and "Catalyst". In hopes of not only finding the Miraculous Ignis, but to capture the original six Ignis' as well.

Meanwhile, Professor Fu decides to give the two most powerful Miraculous Ignis', the Ladybug and Cat, to Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste. They become LINK VRAINS' newest heroes, Ladybug and Cat Noir, who help the hero, Playmaker, fight against both both Hawk Moth and the Knights Of Hanoi.

Other details of the AU (with spoilers of Yu-Gi-Oh Vrains);

The Kwamis Ignis have the same type of body design as the original Ignis', but they still have their animal fixtures. For example, the Cat Ignis would still have his cat ears, tail, and green cat eyes. While the Ladybug Ignis have her red body with black spots (and maybe ladybug wings on her back). They also have the same personalities as in the Miraculous Ladybug series canon.

Similar to the Miraculous Ladybug series canon, every Kwami Ignis are kept in their own jewelry shaped electronics, which connect to the holder's duel disk by Bluetooth. The holder's duel disk also changes form when they log into LINK VRAINS (which helps hide their identities).

The Miraculous Ignis have their own separate animal theme Cyberse cards. For example, the Ladybug Ignis has a ladybug theme Cyberse monster cards, and the Cat Ignis has a cat theme Cyberse monster cards.

The Miraculous Ignis gives their holders the same powers/abilities as in the Miraculous Ladybug series canon. These powers can also be used as skills in a LINK VRAINS speed duel.

Also, like in the Miraculous Ladybug series canon, Hawk Moth can only akumatize people who are filled with negative emotions/thoughts. Plus, they have to have their own duel disk and deck.

People who are not logged into or even don't have an account in LINK VRAINS can still be akumatized.

In this AU, the akuma enters a person's duel disk as a virus and always goes into a person's ace monster card. While their super villain avatar takes form similar to their ace monster. That person's deck is also transformed when they become akumatized.

Marinette still dreams of becoming a fashion designer. While as a duelist, she doesn't have too much confidence in her skills. Marinette is the only one of her friends who doesn't have a LINK VRAINS account (not until she became Ladybug, but no one else knows that). When she's not using the Ladybug Cyberse deck, she owns a fairy type desk.

Adrian is still a fashion model for his father famous fashion brand in both Den City and sometimes in LINK VRAINS. Adrian enjoys dueling but doesn't have much time to do it for fun because of his career. When he's not using the Cat Cyberse deck, he owns a warrior type deck.

Marinette and Adrien (plus their friends/classmates in the Miraculous Ladybug series canon) go to Den City High School. And are in the same class as Yusaku Fujiki (aka Playmaker). Their class teacher is Miss Bustier from Miraculous Ladybug.

Ladybug and Cat Noir doesn't know the true identity of Playmaker. And Playmaker doesn't know their true identities either.

Yusaku/Playmaker didn't really trust Ladybug and Cat Noir at first. And didn't want them to become part of his fight against the Hanoi. But Playmaker later began working with them when he realized he wouldn't be able to fight both the Hanoi and Hawk Moth's akumatized villains.

The Knights Of Hanoi had no knowledge of the existence of the Miraculous Ignis until Hawk Moth started to attack LINK VRAINS with his akumatized villains.

The Hanoi also wasn't aware of The Collector actually being Hawk Moth, not until in episode 38 and 39 when Hawk Moth tried to take control of the Tower of Hanoi by akumatizing Revolver (the leader of the Hanoi).

Ryoken Kogami/Revolver managed to learn the true identities of Ladybug and Cat Noir but agrees to keep the secret after meeting Professor Fu.

[sweetie-writer-monika]

Wild Berries Training - The Day Before

A collab story with PurpleAnart featuring his OC Strawberry~ PurpleAnart makes lovely art, go check his out: https://linktr.ee/purpleanart The dutiful Head Maid Serene meets the timid Strawberry on her way to aquire new skills for her reportoire... As a pony!

Sweeping~ Sweeping~

This doll hummed as it swept the manor’s floor.

Its porcelain fingers held the broom gently but firmly, as its ball joints did not easily move if not commanded otherwise. Only its fingers’ ball joints were visible, as the rest of this doll’s body was covered by its trusty maid uniform, a long sleeved long black dress adorned with a white apron over it and a ribbon-collar on the doll’s neck. This doll’s face was garnished with makeup specially applied by its Mistress to better accentuate its gentle porcelain skin, its jewel-like blue eyes and its long golden hair.

This doll finished sweeping, and as ordered by Mistress Morgana it went after Her to report. Mistress Morgana was in Her study, and after announcing itself and curtsying in front of its Mistress, Mistress Morgana allowed it to enter the room.

“Hello, dear. Good job as always with your tasks, Dolly Serene.” Mistress said.

“As my reliable head maid, I decided to give you a little reward.” This doll listened patiently as the Mistress spoke.

“A friend of mine runs a special training program on their farm, courtesy of Purp.co. There you will be disciplined as a pony. Oh, but don’t worry, it will be just another skill for your repertoire.”

“M-mistress…? So this doll… Is it to be trained by someone else…?” This doll tried to pretend it did not blush at the thought.

“Yes, and I will visit you during your training to make sure everything goes smoothly. Another thing, as part of the training my friend will have one of their servants join the program, so you won’t be alone.”

This doll felt its clockwork heart’s gear skip a turn, not only will it be sent for training for who knows how many days but it will also be together with someone else during the entirety of the doll’s time there. It tried its best to maintain its composure but by now Mistress Morgana must have already figured out this doll’s excitement.

“Well, then, since you don’t have any protests we will go to the farm tomorrow first thing in the morning. Until then, you should rest.”

“Yes, Mistress.” This doll said as it curtsy before leaving the study.

Mistress Morgana followed it to its own room where She helped it into its wooden doll case. It was a big box-like structure made of wood and glass with a metal stand and a pole used to let the doll rest, the glass allowed others to look at it if they were nearby and the wood gave it a vintage design. After closing the case’s door, Mistress Morgana said her good nights and left, probably to Her own room. To someone outside it would seem like the only sound in the room was the doll’s clockwork heart’s gear turning, but inside the doll’s head many thoughts filled her mind in both anticipation and excitement for the following day.

Soon the next morning came. Mistress Morgana personally came to greet this doll as it woke up. With her help again it came out of the wooden case and they left to the manor’s entrance. It did not take long before a carriage appeared, pulled by two ponies. Those ponies had their bodies covered by a suit made of a black, body-tight lustrous material, and on top of it tight harnesses that only helped to accentuate their precious body parts. They had hooves-like boots and gloves on and a mask covering their faces, letting out only a flock of their platinum blonde hair come out of the back of their heads.

This doll noticed how the ponies seemed well in synchronization with each other as they pulled the carriage closer to us, they didn't seem to struggle at all, surely strong and well trained ponies. This doll’s gears turned faster again at the thought of what seemed like rigorous training ahead, but this one knew it had to do its best for Mistress Morgana.

And the thought of the tight suit… Constantly pressing against… This doll’s sensitive porcelain skin… An almost perfectly smooth tightly fitted second skin. This one felt it flustering as it imagined being in similar encasement, with all of its harnesses and accessories too.

As the carriage approached us this one couldn't help but notice the emblems embellished on the ponies’ shoulders. Mistress Morgana told this one it was their houses’ emblems, and that this one was to be engraved in such matters as well, with Mistress Morgana’s traditional hibiscus flower coat. This doll is already Mistress Morgana’s servant but this doll will be more than pleased to be further marked as one for everyone to see, even if others wouldn’t appreciate it…! Once the carriage stopped next to us this doll noticed the ponies were also branded on their buttocks’ left cheek with a different emblem: a shield-like coat with bunny ears on top of it. Mistress Morgana explained it was Purp.co’s emblem to properly mark products made by their farm. This means this doll will not only proudly carry Mistress Morgana's pride but of Her friend's as well. This doll wants to make both of them proud with her good work!

Mistress Morgana will sit in the front seats of the carriage so She is able to chat with Her friend, and this one will go into the back seats. Once inside this doll sat down letting its hands rest on its thighs. Next to this doll was someone else, this person was wearing a white shirt with a black waistcoat and tie, and pants akin to a butler's outfit. This one tried to introduce itself but the person didn’t respond at first, only holding their head low as if trying to hide their face.

“Dolly Serene, meet Strawberry, he will be joining you during your training.” Mistress Morgana said.

“P-p-plea-sed… M-meet you…” Strawberry responded shyly.

This one did a short curtsy as able inside the carriage but did not further press on any conversation. In the meanwhile the ponies began to pull the carriage once again.

During the trip this one was unable to not notice Strawberry’s occasional gazes, he seemed to keep looking at its hands, so this doll softly lifted its hand as if inviting him to take a better look. He seemed happy yet still timid at first but soon lifted his own hand, softly towards this one’s hands. This one then let its hand rest on Strawberry’s own hand, which prompted the young man’s face to instantly turn bright red, in an adorable contrast to his short, pink colored hair. For a moment he tried to look away but never moving his hand out of position. Eventually he peeked back, and such short glance soon turned back into admiration.

“Those… Are beautiful…” Strawberry said shyly still, almost muffled by his own reluctant feelings.

“Thank you, mister, this doll takes great pride in its ball joints”.

After a short sigh, this one continued on.

“This one must admit its surprise, most people would say dolls are creepy.”

“That is not true!” He shouted, but once he realized what he did he covered his mouth with both hands and lowered his head.

“I-i am sorry! But… I mean it, your ball joints… Really are beautiful.”

This one smiled, and probably blushed too. It took it a moment or two to process Strawberry’s authentic feelings.

During the rest of the trip this doll kept chatting with Strawberry. He broke out of his shell a little as we talked about various subjects. This doll told it about its ball joints, its porcelain skin and its work at Mistress Morgana’s manor, and about how it often stays inside the manor because other people often harass it for “being creepy” or “making them uneasy”. But Strawberry again affirmed this doll’s uniqueness, and that dolls are to be treasured. Mistress Morgana would often say similar words, and the same words once encouraged it to try out activities outside the manor, such as this upcoming training.

And in return Strawberry told this doll about himself, about how he bakes various snacks at his own manor for his mistress and how in turn she would dress him up in the most adorable outfits, even if it made him very shy about it like this one time his mistress had him wear a pink short dress adorned in green and red details to make it look like a strawberry, befitting of his name in a most adorable way. He also told this doll he had always liked dolls, and once he learnt of a chance to meet a real, authentic doll he just had to grab the opportunity, even if he had to go through rigid training for it. He confided to this doll he was scared of it, he didn’t think he had in him to endure the pony training but he still agreed because he wanted to meet this doll, and because he would be able to deliver his baked goods in style. This one tried to encourage Strawberry as best as it could by telling him that being delicate is a good quality in a servant as it allows one to better discern what is best for one’s master or mistress, and that even the rigid training won’t be able to break his charming gentle self because his smile will surely cheer us up during the ordeal, and seeing how he had a smile on his face during the whole trip, this doll believed it worked out.

Eventually the carriage stopped, this doll barely noticed how long the journey was due to it enjoying its time with mister Strawberry. Mistress Morgana got out of the carriage and greeted us as we got out too, then she and mister Strawberry’s Mistress guided us through the estate showing us around. The estate had various running tracks of various modalities, it seems many different kinds of ponies are trained here, some of the tracks seemed purely for running while others had obstacles set on it. This doll saw some ponies running on them, so there were others who were being trained here as well. Along the tracks there was a small pond with wooden benches and tables and orchards nearby, it seemed like a very calm area. This doll would love to relax here with mister Strawberry after our training, if allowed, perhaps over tea? It would seem we arrived at the perfect season because all the apple trees and the peach trees were in full bloom and some of the ponies seemed occupied with harvesting the fruits and caring for the trees in the orchards.

This doll’s admiration of the white-pink-green scenery was interrupted by the fact we arrived at a certain building and now it had to be attentive to what Mistress Morgana was saying.

“This wooden cabin will be where you two will be staying.” She explained as we walked inside.

“Purp.co’s staff already prepared it ahead of our arrival, as you two will see there are feeders for the two soon to be ponies as well as two hay beds, initially they are set apart from each other.” This doll felt a certain foreboding from Mistress Morgana’s words, did she…?

“And as you may see, there is inside two other small rooms, one is a toilet and the other may be used as a changing room, there is also a locker where you may find your outfits. Dolly Serene and Strawberry, if you may…” Saying this Mistress Morgana signaled with her hand for us to go see what was inside the lockers. This doll obeyed and walked towards the locker while mister Strawberry followed me. This one was the first to open mine and inside this one found various dark red tracksuits with white details embellished with Purp.co’s and Mistress Morgana’s emblems as well as various racing shirts and shorts of similar color. The track suit will cover this doll’s body but the shirt and shorts will leave many of its ball joints exposed…

“Your ball joints will look great on such an outfit…!” This doll’s thoughts were interrupted by someone’s words, it took it a brief moment to realize it was mister Strawberry. This one turned to face mister Strawberry and this one saw his brave expression, and his hands curled into little fists held next to his face. The pose and face of someone who is trying to encourage a friend… But it did not last long as mister Strawberry quickly covered his face, probably out of embarrassment… So this one held mister Strawberry’s hands to encourage him as well.

“M-mister Strawberry will look great too…!”

For a moment the both of us stood there, staring into each other’s eyes, blushing. But this doll knew it had to do it, so with a short nod this doll turned to Mistress Morgana and with a curtsey this doll asked Her to dress it up with its new outfit. “With pleasure” She said, followed by Her taking this one’s hand and taking it to the dressing room. After this one was mister Strawberry’s turn, his mistress wrapped her arm around his waist as they walked together towards the dressing room, this one could overhear her complimenting just how adorable he will look in the bright pink outfits and he kept turning his face sideways trying to hide away his blush. Almost coincidently, as soon mister Strawberry was done changing outfits, another woman walked into the cabin. She introduced herself as our breeder. She looked rather vigorous in appearance with little to no make up and very short black hair. Her outfit consisted of what looked like somewhat sturdy yet flexible materials but otherwise were a long sleeved shirt and pants and she had with her a dressage whip.

“Alright, beans.” She began to speak.

“Your mistresses hired me to fix the pony life into you, and that is exactly what I will do. From today until the end of your education I will be your acting mistress, and this is how you will address me: as Miss Ursula. Understood? Good. Now it’s your turn.”

“Yes, Miss Ursula”. This doll spoke first, followed by a curtsey.

“This one’s name is Serene and it is Mistress Morgana’s Dolly.”

“Oh, my, what a pumpkin you are.” Miss Ursula said. “And you are?” She looked at mister Strawberry.

“Y-yes.. Miss Ursula… My name is… Strawberry!” Mister Strawberry looked rather nervous but he still kept his composure. After he spoke he placed his hands in front of his thighs and bowed his head before Miss Ursula then he said “I-I will be… In Miss Ursula… C-capable hands…!”.

“Another pumpkin. I am sure we all will have lots of *fun* through all those days together.”

After our introductions, Miss Ursula instructed us to follow her to one of the tracks, Mistress Morgana and Her friend did not follow us and this one thought of overhearing Her inviting her for some apple pie and tea. Once at the tracks, we did a series of stretches first followed by trotting around the track as a form of warm up. We were not instructed to run as fast as we can so this doll tried to instead keep up its pace with mister Strawberry, and this doll thinks mister Strawberry thought of the same. Miss Ursula had a stop watch and a clipboard, it seemed she was taking notes each time we passed her but she didn’t say anything, so we kept trotting… One lap… Two laps… Three… Five… This one began to tire from the exercises… Then this one heard Miss Ursula’s command to slow down… This doll slowed down, and then stopped… Trying to catch its breath… Mister Strawberry stopped nearby, also tired. Before Miss Ursula’s next command I whispered to mister Strawberry that we did decent at first, as this doll expects most new ponies can barely keep up with a few laps due to them not being really fit for exercises, so this doll is a bit content with not feeling sick or in pain at first.

Then Miss Ursula instructed us on our next exercise, she set two small tables on the tracks far apart from each other, and on one of them she placed a handful of metal cups filled to the top with water. We were to go from one to another carrying the cups in a tray but without letting them spill but also we had to at least trot, so no walking. For this doll this exercise was relatively easy as it was used to run around with trays back at the manor with the actual physical stress being the actual harder part. This doll managed to go back and forth a few times before dropping her first cup due to her body starting to feel tired again. Next was mister Strawberry’s turn, he wasn’t as nimble as this doll but he still managed to go back and forth without dropping a single cup. This doll wanted to praise mister Strawberry but Miss Ursula gave us no time as the exercises picked up the pace. Right away she gave us backpacks to carry and told us to walk around the track carrying them, and followed by having us hold a metal bar and trot around the track together. After all the exercises, this one was truly exhausted…! It could barely move its ball joints anymore and it felt like its body was burning… But it also felt somewhat satisfying…? This one isn’t truly sure what to make of all of those feelings.

Past this long *morning* of activities Miss Ursula finally let us rest. So this doll and mister Strawberry sat down next to the track. Miss Ursula then gave us an apple and a peach for us to snack on to help us regain some of our energy alongside a water bottle for each of us. After the short break, Miss Ursula told us to follow her and so we did. She led us to the orchards, back to where this doll saw the benches and tables. On one such table Mistress Morgana and her friend were chatting while having tea, but we did not join them as Miss Ursula had us sit on a different table. There we were served our lunch after our first morning of training. At first this one didn’t speak much past a “thank you for taking care of us, Miss Ursula” as it was truly tired, and neither did mister Strawberry say at first as well, but as we eat our meal our bodies’ vitality began to recover and this doll found itself happily chatting with mister Strawberry about our day together. We chatted about how our exercises felt similar to various things we already did as servants of our mistresses like carrying trails loaded with precious tea sets or taking baked goodies out of the oven and quickly placing it somewhere else. This doll was happy to share a little more about itself and to hear more about mister Strawberry, and mister Strawberry seemed happy too as his face was red the whole meal, but not as from embarrassment, this doll thinks, but rather out of the pleasant moment we had. During this time this doll had its left hand rest on the table, and not to this doll’s surprise mister Strawberry let its hand rest next to this doll’s hand. This doll felt its finger touch mister Strawberry’s finger on occasion as we chatted.

[p5x-theories]

YUI’s Confidant

(last updated 9/24/24!)

This post documents the fully filled-in information on YUI gained through progressing her Confidant! It contains things that could be considered spoilers for her Confidant, as part of the information is a summary of its story.

YUI is available in the nighttime most days, uniquely including rainy days. Her Confidant is tied to the Kindness social stat, and level 17 Kindness is required to fully complete it.

Favorite Presents

(An asterisk (*) marks the special presents added with (and unlocked through) Miyu Sahara’s Confidant, which are liked by all Confidants currently in the game.)

"Idol's Light" Trading Card The most popular game at the moment, where you play as an idol manager and train idols to debut in a group.

Magnet Necklace Necklaces made of magnets are said to be good for your health.

Mini Table Cactus This small potted cactus is a good table decoration.

Themed Flower Pot Lovely shaped flowerpot. Designed with an emphasis on practicality and style.

Latest Robotic Vacuum Cleaner New autonomous robotic vacuum cleaner. Both performance and intelligence have been significantly improved, making it suitable for people who aren't good at cleaning.

Glass Vase A colored glass vase. Just the right size to fit in the palm of your hand.

Handmade Flower Basket A carefully crafted flower basket. It can be used both as a decoration and to relax people.

Chocolate Truffles Carefully crafted 6-piece chocolate truffle set.

Designer Perfume Softly-scented designer perfume.

Watercolor Postcard Vivid picture postcard with a sense of air and clearness.

Limited-Edition Keychain* This keychain has a unique shape, and is well-made, but there weren’t many of it produced. It has a certain collector’s value.

Bulk Snacks Value Pack* A combo pack containing a variety of traditional snacks that will remind people of the taste of childhood.

Advanced Essential Oil Combination* A value-for-money set of essential oils, with multiple functions to help you relax your mind and body.

Chestnut Cake* Fragrant chestnut cake with mild sweetness to suit most people’s tastes.

Musical Snow Globe* A snow globe that plays music, and can be shaken gently to make snow fall inside.

Desktop Incense Machine* A household incense machine that is small in size, so it can be placed anywhere.

Personal Information

Birthday: November 5 Zodiac Sign: Scorpio Age: ?? Height: 158cm Weight: ?? Interests: Gardening Features: Farming, programming

Story

Character Details The mysterious girl who calls herself YUI has a lively, cheerful, and enthusiastic personality, but it always feels like she's a little too enthusiastic.

Personal Data 1 When first entering the Marutoku Virtual World, I met a girl who wanted to buy land. She wanted to purchase mine from me without any explanation, but she didn't seem to have thought about why she was buying it... After I asked, we decided to share the land as farmland to work together on, but I don't seem to be very good at farming...

Personal Data 2 YUI seems to be very enthusiastic about farming... After consulting with her, we decided to grow potatoes together, and she gave me the nickname "Baron". We went to a nearby street to buy seeds and fertilizer, and a man unexpectedly approached me. He seemed to want to warn me that YUI is a bit strange, but is that really the case?

Personal Data 3 As YUI and and I farm together more, I'm also getting more opportunities to learn about her. YUI shared a lot of things about her past with me, and we gradually became closer friends.

Personal Data 4 The potatoes gradually sprouted, and YUI and I began to imagine ways to cook potatoes in the future. YUI mentioned that she has a "friend" who always wants to eat fries and burgers, and hopes that I can meet with her and have fries together... but is she really just a friend...?

Personal Data 5 I met YUI's "friend" at a burger restaurant in Shibuya. Unexpectedly, the person I was meeting was an adult woman named Musubi Matsukata... She was clearly surprised that I was only a high school student, but we still ate a burger and fries together. While we ate, she shared a lot of her life story with me, and hoped that I could continue to be friends with YUI.

Personal Data 6 In the virtual world, YUI is working harder to help the potatoes grow, but there seemed to be a problem, and the plants grew sickly. After diligently investigating with YUI, we discovered that they're being eaten by animals... YUI blamed herself for the oversight, and logged off in despair... When will she come online again? When?

Personal Data 7 While waiting for YUI, I tried to drive the pests away and restore the vitality of the potatoes. Soon after, YUI returned to the game and was very happy to see the plants recover. My efforts were not in vain. Like the potatoes, YUI seems to have regained her motivation to farm. She thanked me profusely, and made a promise that we'll overcome difficulties together in the future.

Personal Data 8 YUI learned her lesson from the potato incident, and now started planting watermelons with a more positive attitude. Having regained her spirit, she hoped that I could help Musubi as well, and arranged plans for me to meet with Musubi again soon. But... Is Musubi Matsukata really just YUI's friend?

Personal Data 9 When I met with Musubi again, she seemed to be a lot more cheerful, and talked to me about many things in her work and life. Though she ran into a lot of troubles, she's survived them now. I went with her to the flower shop, and she bought a basil plant. The basil faced the sun, as Musubi hoped her own life would grow towards the sun from now on.

Personal Data 10 Back in the game, YUI became more active. She's begun to try to expand the scope of our land in the virtual world, wanting to have more and more. She told me that Musubi's life is gradually getting on the right track. She lives an active life, and seems to have found her goals in both the real and virtual worlds. She invited me to continue farming with her, and as a partner, I'll definitely continue to work with her.

Voice Lines

Japanese VA: Chika Anzai | Chinese VA: YiWen Chen

(As I can only add up to ten audio files per post, I’ll only include the Japanese lines below! Feel free to ask for the Chinese ones, though.)

I'm YUI! If there's anything you don't understand about the virtual world, please ask me!

Would you like me to introduce myself? I am me! Hearing isn't as good as seeing, so please watch and understand for yourself!

Plant a huge field, grow lots of delicious food, and then eat until I'm stuffed!

You're an incredible man, Baron! When I'm with you, I tell you all kinds of things about myself.

The things necessary for farming are endurance and love! Work hard and sweat, and fertilize with plenty of love, so that crops can grow strong!

Not too long ago, this place was bustling with people, but lately it's been a bit deserted. Fortunately, I have the Baron and our field, so I'm not lonely!

Speaking of my friend Musubi, the kanji for her name can also be read as "Yui"! Hahaha, our names are the same, I'm so happy!

Confidant-Specific Bonuses

Rank 1 Chat With Plants: Plant growth time reduced.

Rank 5 Befriend Plants: Unlock more flower pots and vegetable pots.

Rank 9 Response: Harvesting plants now has a chance to return seeds.

Rank 13 Gardening Experience: There is now a chance to harvest extra when harvesting plants.

Rank 17 Convey Your Voice: Plant growth time significantly reduced.

[acesophiewalten]

i am just now realizing i never went on that rant about lucy quinzel, so here goes

(ask me questions about her please please please please please-)

I see her almost as a combination of Ocean O’Connell-Rosenberg from Ride The Cyclone and Violet Baudelaire from ASOUE. She’s an extremely smart kid - she talked at an early age, showed a great interest in adult activities, was enrolled in gifted programs, etc. She has a special aptitude for engineering/inventing, and enjoys making new things out of random objects. She lives with her “mother,” Cordelia, in a very small New Jersey town right outside of Gotham City. And as much as Lucy likes it there, she finds it almost unbelievably boring. Lucy is one of those gifted kids who are simply bored by their surroundings - she gets good grades, she makes herself breakfast, she talks politely with her mother, and she does it all again. She’s very much separated from her peers and has a bit of a superiority complex when it comes to the children around her - she was never really treated like One Of Them, so she doesn’t believe she is. Lucy wants to help people, living so close to Gotham City and hearing all of the shit that goes on there. She feels like its her duty, as an prodigy, to protect people.

She’s autistic, if you couldn’t tell!

She has an incredibly good relationship with her “Aunt Harley,” and its one of the things that confuses a lot of people about Lucy - how does she, such an independent, almost stoic sort of person become good friends with a free-wheeling, laughing, almost eternally chaotic woman like Harley? Well, it’s very simple, really; Harley knows what its like to be in Lucy’s position. Harley was that prodigy who never really got to grow up, who spent all of her childhood getting medal after medal and grade after grade, hiding her real emotions until they spilled out. So, Harley actively cultivates that part of Lucy she knows is in there, the actual little girl, who likes candy and cartoons and rollercoasters. Lucy has made Harley multiple things - from bombs, to puzzle boxes, to even plans for guns and other such weapons. It’s my personal hc that Lucy was the one who came up with the love/hate diamond design on Harley’s gun from the first Suicide Squad movie. Harley often gives Lucy materials, as well, (don’t ask where she got it!) and lets her play with her hyenas as much as she wants. Harley is kind of the only person who can make Lucy act like an actual kid, and its both astounding and kind of sad.

Lucy’s relationship to her “mother,” Cordelia, isn’t exactly bad, but it is strained. Cordelia doesn’t know what to do with Lucy, or how to really support her, since she was never a particular prodigy and expected, well, any other kid than Lucy. She doesn’t really know how to deal with Lucy’s independence, that she can wake up with her daughter having made breakfast for both of them, and a healthy one, at that, packing up her meticulously organized bag to go to school, coming back complaining that she got an A- on a test instead of an A+.

Cordelia doesn’t want to admit this, since she loves her sister, and maintains that she always will; but Delia kinda blames Harley for Lucy’s tendencies. That is, making bombs in her backyard, openly correcting teachers, and feeling like the life she’s living isn’t “enough” for her. There’s too much shit going on to say if that’s true or not.

SO yes !!! That’s Lucy !!!! :D

[9w1ft]

Can we talk a moment to talk about how talented and brilliant Karls is? :) Let's start a positivity chain! (Don't like this? Don't interact, let us Karlie admirers have our thing <3)

She's trained in classical ballet, she's not a nepo baby (to my knowledge), she was scouted for modeling at 14, declared by Vogue Paris one of the top 30 models of the 2000s at 17, launched Kode With Klossy after becoming interesting in coding and wanting to inspire young people - particularly girls and enbies, very significant for a male-dominated field - to learning programming too, the proceeds of her food project Karlie's Kookies went to donating meals to starving children all over the world.

Fellow Kaylors, you wanna help me and add on? :)<3

lovely idea! i would be honored to kickstart this post.

i think i want to start out by sharing this video of baby karlie from back in 2010. snippets of her being interviewed before a bunch of shows. i think there are so many great moments in this video:

one thing i’ve always admired about karlie is the attention and acknowledgment she gives to all the people involved in a shoot or a runway show, and how, as showcased in the clip above, even from a very young age you can tell she gets how special it is to work with not just certain designers but also certain photographers or makeup artists. you can feel that she really grasps the entire ecosystem.

i always hear people that have met her say that she really makes you feel special when you’re talking to her and i get the sense she carries that characteristic over into her work. i imagine she is great at affiliative leadership, which is a style of leadership that is people-focused, aiming to invigorate teams by empathizing and acknowledging with each member on a personal level. at her strongest, i imagine that her presence truly brings out the best in people.

i feel that these kind of interpersonal skills built the foundation for a true supermodel career that is recognized by greats like naomi campbell. i wanted to post a quarantine interview that naomi did of karlie which speaks to this. i think it’s really great:

i encourage any karlie fans out there to add on! these posts aren’t a dime a dozen and i feel it’s a sentiment worth preserving. 💌