#so i think like my brain started glitching with all this power and i just started doing fuck all. i went to the castle soon as possible

[inspector-montoya-fox]

hi how have you been?

[thekeeperof-thefandoms]

I asked a few of my favorite hazbin writers this and only one answered and it was ok but I felt like it could have been expanded on so here's my take

Vox, Val, Alastor, and Lucifer react to your love language being baking/cooking

Vox

(Starting with him because he's the one thaf inspired this).

Vox came from the 50s and even though I firmly believe he is past all the ingrained gender roles and homophobia I think he still has some internalized misogyny. He wants to be viewed as the man in the relationship, the breadwinner, the provider. He can cook for himself but it's pretty basic food (except steak. Like every other man since the invention of the grill how to bbq has been hardwired into his brain. If his partner also grills ya'll fight over whose turn to cook out it is)

(Unrelated but as a lesbian who loves to grill, and is the designated grill bro, butch lesbians or cookout lesbians are some of Vox's favorite type of gays to chill with)

I firmly believe that's why even though he's a sub, it's so hard and would take time and trust to get him to let you top and enjoy it. He's so worried people will find out and judge him, that you'll judge him. His ego can be very fragile.

Especially if we go with the Vox used to be a cult leader theory. His power, image, and success are linked to his ability to appear in control. To appear to have all the answers and take responsibility. It's going to take a lot of time and patience to unravel all that and help him seperate his personal and professional image.

That being said, a partner who uses acts of service as a love language is perfect for him. He's a busy man, so he tends to be a gift giver type. The gifts are always well thought out and expensive. He wants it to be something you need, want, can get a lot of enjoyment from, and be worth the money spent, so he puts time and effort into them. Unless he's just showing off by giving you his card and telling you to go nuts.

So you taking time to make his coffee for him the way he likes, ordering lunch from his favorite places and having it sent to his office so he remembers to eat, or just texting him reminders to drink water or eat/take breaks throughout the day makes him giddy.

If you're his assistant or something, (and I believe Vox absolutely would have his partner working for him/with him), then it's even better when you take on extra work to try and help him. Organizing his schedule, sorting emails/mail, and proofreading things. Any small act you do for him, because you want to and care about him, makes his heart rate pick up.

It'll really make him overheat, glitching slightly, literal heart eyes, if he comes home after a shitty day and you're cooking for him.

His internal monologue is absolutely raving about what a good housewife you are for him, a hard working husband.

Bonus points if you cleaned too! Either way, he adores you even more now, letting you fret and coo at him, removing his jacket and tie, pouring him a drink and telling him dinner will be ready soon and you made his favorite. He's so tempted to bend you over the counter right now, but that would ruin dinner. After you guys eat though, he's having you for dessert. Man's gonna make sure you know how much he appreciates this by turning your knees to jello, good luck walking tomorrow, doll.

If you bake treats and bring them to VoxTek he's gonna brag so much. Literally the embodiment of John Mulaney's, "That's my wife!" If you bring them just for him, he's defending his treats like they're the last ones in Hell. He has literally hit Val with a fly swatter for even asking if he could have one.

(Unrelated but like, chubby vox maybe? You're cooking is too good)

Valentino

Val wishes he could cook better. He's some kind of latino, so I feel like the fact he can't cook very well is a sore spot culturally. He can make the salsa and chips and like, help with stuff, he knows how to wrap tortillas and tomales (I picture him as like Mexican or Puerto Rican but that's just cuz the town I grew up had a large Puerto Rican group).

It doesn't help that his eyesight is even more shit in Hell. He can't see what he's doing hald the time. It ruins his art hobby too. He's overall just more easily frustrated with his bad eyesight.

I don't imagine you guys dating per se. Maybe you're his sugar baby, maybe you're someone he hired to help him do stuff like clean and organize and you just sorta start doing other things to help him. (Again I'm not saying it excuses jackshit, but as someone who worked with bipolar people and people with mood disorder I kinda see the fan theory in him, either way I think all the Vees could be sort of trained to be better people, but especially Val. We already saw Vox do it.)

After all, he's usually in a much better mood if you do and that means less outbursts. The first few times you cook him something he teases you about being his housewife, tries to make it sexual. It's not really something he clocks as being an act of love because I don't think you'd realize it yourself at first. I think the more you got to see him when he wasn't stressed, lashing out, being abusive, you'd start catching feelings. ("I can fix him", delulu asses)

He loves to be in the kitchen when you cook once it starts becoming a regular thing. He can't see clearly what you're doing but the way you move around the kitchen and get what you need, even if you're an ADHD mess and do steps out of order or at random, he can tell you know what you're doing. He likes to smell the food too while it's cooking.

He will ask you to try and make some spicier/more traditional foods he grew up with, but he doesn’t remember all of the ingredients, and it just gets him more frustrated he can't tell you. If you look them up and surprise him with it it'll probably be the most genuine, human response you get from him.

He's shocked, silent, standing frozen in the penthouse as familiar smells waft around him. You present him a plate nervously, practically shaking hoping it's good enough. The first bite nearly puts him in tears. No one's done anything this nice for him? Why would you? Lowkey thinks you want something from him. It's gonna make him paranoid for a while so don't expect a verbal compliment but he eats it all.

Eventually though, one day when you're in the kitchen cooking, humming softly and swaying your hips, one set of his arms will wrap around your waist, the other reaching around you help with the salsa, or wrap a tamale, and he'll prop his chin on your head and mumble out thanks. Some praise, maybe. Would definitely tell you stories about eating these foods growing up.

It's the first step towards having an actual relationship with him.

Alastor

This man almost always insists on cooking. He isn't much of a sweet tooth either. You tell him one night you want to try cooking for him. Tell him you understand it's an activity he enjoys and relaxes too, (especially if you know it's something that reminds him of his mother), but you want to do something for him and this is one way you show you care.

It's gonna remind him of his Mama so much that if you didn't know why he loved cooking so much before you do now. He compromises. You pick the meal and gather the ingredients and do most of the cooking and he helps prep and does dishes.

He playfully critiques you the entire time about adding some spice too it or a little southern flair. Just smack him with the wooden spoon, gently. It's gonna make him laugh because his Mama used to do that when he wouldn't keep out of the sweets, or tried to add stuff to her cooking.

Once you start it becomes habit to help each other in the kitchen every night, trading off who cooks and who preps and does dishes.

If you do find baked goods he likes that aren't too sweet and send them to him as snacks, especially to Overlord meetings, he's so fucking obnoxious about his sweet little doe (doesn't matter if you are one or not) and how they spoil him. Especially rubs it in Vox's face (not him whining to his partner so they send him with treats too so he can also brag).

Only shares with Charlie, Rosie, Niffty, and sometimes Zestiel. If he's feeling generous, Husk can have a bite.

Low-key also has a thing for his partner behaving domestically even if he isn't exactly invested in traditional marriage.

Favorite activity though is dancing with you in the kitchen to jazz while dinner cooks, holding you close, in his room usually, so he can hear the sounds of the bayou. If he closes his eyes he can pretend this is how his life went and that his Mama is in the corner or sitting in her chair, watching him, happy to see him find someone.

He will literally kiss Vox willingly before admitting that last part though.

Lucifer

It's not that he can't cook, it's just....it's easier to just snap his fingers and make food appear. He's been in a depressed slump for decades man, he's lived off of the 'want food, no cook, only eat' mindset.

When you come into his life it's a complete overhaul. Despite what issues you have yourself you can recognize someone in worse state than you and immediately categorize and prioritize. First thing first, get this man's duck collection/obsession organized, thinned out, and under control.

Second, help him work through his issues with Lillith and Charlie. Encourage therapy, be a mediator between him and Charlie (and trust me she appreciates it. She knows her dad struggles, didn't know how bad, and still feels awkward). Help him socialize more, rebuild his connection with the other sins.

Get this man a work schedule!

Then it's on to personal habits. You help him get out of bed, you're both probably a little helpless in the sleeping on time category though. Help him get a routine again to keep out of his funk. Then you start cooking for him. It just happens naturally. You enjoy cooking, you enjoy showing people you love how much you care by providing good meals.

At first he's gonna resist and tell you he can handle that, you already do so much for him. He can cook or better yet he can just make it appear and you laugh and tell him it tastes better when it's made with love. He brushes it off as a joke too, you're both just being silly and obviously you said that to get him to quit fussing. Except, unholy hell does it actually taste so much better.

Lucifer hadn’t realized how bland and unsatisfying just materializing the food was. Maybe that's because he was so depressed and uninterested in what he ate, maybe not. Either way, your cooking is so much fucking better. He actually looks forward to eating now. If he gets caught up in work or has a bad day, you make sure to always bring him something, leaving it as an offering of sorts. It almost always works and entices him to eat at least once.

You cook, he does dishes, and he will not budge on that rule. He wants to be a fair man. He occasionally boots you out to do dessert, though. Apple pie is his bitch and you've never tasted one as good as his. He also makes good pancakes and some absolutely orgasmic angel's food cake.

Ironicall, devil's food cake is one of your go to recipes. Sometimes you both make a cake and take it to events just to watch people get confused as fuck when it's revealed the literal Devil did not make the devil's food cake.

Everyime you're in the kitchen together it's a disaster, you're both to silly and chaotic. You were making noodles one time and he threw flour at you so you smacked him with the noodle you were holding, leaving a line of flour and a speck of dough against his cheek. From there it escalates. It happens every time. Making cakes together, you're smashing frosting on each other. Making cookies, you're fighting each other to stop eating cookie dough.

Once, after you get fed up with him stealing her spatula to lick the chocolate off of, hovering above you with his wings, you pout and bat your eyes, asking him sweetly to please give it back. He swoops down in front of you, booping your nose to smear chocolate on it and leaning in to kiss you, letting you have a taste of the chocolate batter you were mixing for brownies. While his tongue is in your mouth, drunk off the taste of you and chocolate you smash an egg over his head and let out a triumphant cheer, snatching back your spatula.

He's so stunned his wings disappear and he drops the last few inches to the ground while you cackle. His heart is pounding, his ears are ringing, and his chest feels like it's gonna explode. His eyes are literal sparkles. He hasn't felt this much joy, wonder, and love since Charlie was born. It feels like witnessing creation all over again, of the breathlessness he felt when he first saw Lillith.

You're laughter stops when you realize he's just staring at you awestruck and you smile, asking if he's ok.

"For once...yeah..Yes. I'm ok." He responds, genuinely. You kiss his cheek and resume baking. He watches you from the counter now, dreamily, thinking about how he's gonna marry you someday.

[lqveharrington]

Is It Over Now? | V.

summary: Alastor coming back after a seven year absence revealed what was underneath your 10 year relationship with Vox.

pairing: vox x wife!reader

includes: VERY MANIPULATIVE VOX, cursing (duh), toxic behavior, alastor not realizing he’s a home wrecker, Vel and Val being somewhat decent, (let me know if i missed any !!)

a/n: i’m on major hazbin hotel brain rot 🤷‍♀️

You were seething by the end of the extermination. All Vox would talk about was Alastor. It seemed like for the past six months all he could talk about was the Radio Demon. You were fine for about five months of it, but you started to realize it took a toll on you as well.

You were fine when Vox missed your wedding anniversary because he found out Alastor was back. You were fine when Vox missed your fashion week shows for Velvette. You were fine when he missed your birthday. But forgetting your past as extermination was coming up? Forgetting how you would break down every day before the extermination? You were done putting up with his actions.

“Doll, where are you going?” Vox slipped an arm around your waist, oblivious to the faces Velvette and Valentino made. “We’re celebrating here.”

“You’re celebrating.” You pulled away from him, walking up the stairs to your shared suite with Vox. “I’m leaving.”

“Wait, what?” Vox whipped his head over to you, slightly glitching. “What do you mean you’re leaving?” He asked but you were already up the stairs, causing him to use the electricity to summon himself to your shared room. “Doll, what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” You push past him, grabbing your already packed suitcase. “Everything that happened in the last six months is wrong.”

He pulled you by your bicep, claws slightly digging into your skin. “Everything has been the same—“

“No, they haven’t.” You frown, trying to pull yourself out of his hold. “All you’ve been talking about is Alastor. But what about me?”

Vox scoffed, “What about you? I’m with you every fucking day!”

“You’re never with me, Vox!” Your eyes flash red, your free hand emitting red wisps. “Do you know how many anniversaries and dates you missed? Do you know how my days have been going?”

He stayed quiet but felt the rage bubbling up in him.

“You missed our wedding anniversary!” You glare at the ring on the hand holding onto you. “You missed all my shows, you missed my birthday—“

“I didn’t forget them.” He pressed his claws harder into your arm which made you wince. “You should’ve reminded me.”

“I wanted to! But you were so busy that I would just make you even more upset!” You bite your tongue. “Even Velvette and Valentino greeted me with happy anniversaries and a happy birthday. And where were you?” You practically shouted at him. “You were busy picking a fight with the demon who was the best man at our wedding!”

Vox’s eye swirled black and red, “Nothing is ever my fucking fault. You’re the one who wasn’t there for me!”

You flicked your hand which removed his hand from your arm, claws indented on your skin. “Bullshit. I was there every step of the way! I constantly have forgiven and forgiven, but you just keep hurting me!” Your pent-up stress and anger came out as your full demon form as tears welled from your eyes. “You were the one who wasn’t there for me! I cried to Velvette when I started retaining dreams of exorcists killing my family! I begged Valentino to not tell you that you missed any of our anniversaries! You haven’t cared for me since Alastor came back! I’m not playing this game anymore.”

“Where are you going?” He snapped his fingers, locking the doors and shutting the building down. No power was on, which meant everything was locked despite the missing locks. “I doubt anyone would be out during the day of the extermination.”

You paused but kept your composure as you remembered the only demons out. “Yeah, but the hotel is being rebuilt as we speak.”

Vox glitched again, “You are not going over to that shitty hotel.”

“I think I'll be fine since you keep forgetting about me anyway.” You shove him aside. “Unlock the doors, Vox.”

“Doll,” He let out a sigh, watching your every move. “I’m not unlocking the doors.”

“Why the fuck not?” You turn around, tears streaming down your face. “You’ve hurt me too many times! What am I supposed to do when you're too busy with Alastor that there’s no more time for me? Vel was the one who calmed me down this week!” You took a breath and looked up at the ceiling, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars you and Vox put up years ago. “I can’t pretend like we’re fine anymore.”

“Then don’t pretend, tell me.” He smoothed his claws on the arm he previously maimed, the silver wedding band cold against your skin. “When was the last time we fought like this? You were the one to tell me to talk things through.”

You bit your lip, wiping a tear. “I know, but it’s been a constant. Every day all you talk about is Alastor. When have we ever had time for ourselves in the past six months?”

Silence fills the room as no one dares to speak. Your quiet sniffles and Vox’s whirring are the only things keeping the room from being completely silent. Vox continued to rub the marks on your arm, trying to meet your eyes.

“Can you look at me?” He tapped your arm, earning a hum of acknowledgment. “Doll, look at me.” You shifted your gaze toward him, meeting his red eyes. He let a small smile slip, “Hi, gorgeous.”

You roll your eyes, “Yes?”

“Listen, if you want to leave…” He hesitated for a bit before snapping his fingers. “You have the choice to, but not the hotel. Just come back and let me make it up to you, I promise.”

Your eyes flickered between his eyes, the red streaks from his mouth becoming more prominent when you didn’t reply.

He took his free hand and ran a claw down your cheek, making you shiver from the contact. “You could easily take me down and leave. So why not?”

“I don’t know.” You mumble, letting him pull you into him. “I’m sorry.”

Vox grinned sinfully as one of his red eyes turned hypnotic again. He stroked your back, “It’s okay, you’re alright.” The blue chain connecting your wedding rings appeared. The same one that solidified your marriage in Hell. “How about we just stay here? We’ll relax and talk, okay?”

You nod, letting him guide you toward the bed. “I didn’t want to yell.”

“I know, you’re okay.” He set you down on his lap, stroking your cheek once more before tilting your chin up with a singular claw. “You know I love you, right?”

You let a sad smile slip through and peck the corner of his screen. “I love you too.”

Vox pulled you into him again, red streaks appearing down the side of his screen for the last time. “Good.”

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[dnd-writes]

Way of Water

AO3

Tags: Power bottom!Eunbi, back-up dancer!reader, watersports, deepthroating, BFH

Warning: Watersports. I mean come on, waterbomb, watersports, I had to plus I couldn't think of anything else and I just really wanted to write Eunbi after seeing those clips

A/N: Never did I think I would write Eunbi so soon nor did I think that I would *not* write subby Eunbi. She's just that great. So... yeah, enjoy!

Also I used the "Door" performance as inspiration. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CBUzWUSVSM I don't know if this works honestly, I don't really Tumblr. I'll fix it when I wake up... maybe

“🎶 Just stay right by my side. Woo woo woo woo woo woo yeah 🎶”

‘Ok, next part is coming up. Just go up to her then go back to the side. Easy. Simple.’ You don’t know why you’re reassuring yourself so much or why you’re even hesitating in the first place. You’ve done this song, this dance, this particular move dozens of times on stage, at least hundreds in practice. Yet here you are, acting like a complete newbie doing his first performance ever. 

Eunbi runs back up the catwalk towards the main stage after finishing the second chorus of the song. Her wet, bikini-clad chest bounces around and it feels like time is slowing down, water falls from the sky so gently it feels like you could count every droplet in your vicinity. Eunbi’s breasts bounce hypnotically underneath the near-nonexistent top hugging her body, you’ve seen them jiggle and shake a thousand times before and not once have you thought about Eunbi sexually in any way but something about this current moment makes it different. Maybe it’s the fact that you’re seeing her cleavage in full or maybe it’s all the water being sprayed on her that’s awakening something you never knew you had in you.

And just like that time zooms forward and you’re back to the present. Eunbi runs back up the catwalk towards the main stage after finishing the second chorus of the song. She hurries over to a dancer then clings onto his nape as she starts singing her next line.

“🎶 Neowa 🎶 na sai 🎶 “

That’s your cue to move over. ‘Easy, simple,’ you repeat to yourself. ‘Just let her guide me, just flow with the music.’ It really isn’t that hard, just one step, one simple step that you’ve practiced for hours.

“🎶 aseulhan seoneul balbeun jigeum 🎶”

You let Eunbi pull you in close to her then her leg wraps around you. At that moment you feel the world just completely stop, not even slowing down like you felt earlier but rather completely still. Your face is an inch from her chest, it’s a position you’re completely familiar with but given the circumstances it feels so brand new. Though your face is looking away, your eyes aren’t. You peek over and standing there is Eunbi’s soft, massive chest in all its glory. Seeing it glistening with all the water turned you on instantly and gave your brain ideas you never thought it would make.

And how could you forget her leg, your eyes focused so much on her tits that you forgot the leg wrapped around you. To say your brain went into overdrive is an understatement because the moment it realizes Eunbi wrapped around you, the amount of nasty perverted thoughts more than just doubled. Your brain explodes then just like that you’re out of that fever dream.

Eunbi kicks the leg wrapped around you and in unison you drop to the ground. Your professionalism went back in gear but half your brain focuses on the choreography and the other incessantly sexualizes Eunbi causing you to slip up your dancing here and there, thankfully, as a backup dancer no one really pays much attention to you. And besides, it’s a water festival, you can always blame mishaps on the slippery stage.

For the rest of the song and the rest of Eunbi’s set at Waterbomb, you never had any moment as visceral or powerful as the ones during “Door,” there was a close call during “Glitch” but you held your cool.

You and the other dancers exit as Eunbi bids goodbye to the audience. All your friends look so jolly and hyper, bouncing and jumping around after performing multiple stages, meanwhile your face is blank. With your mind no longer half-occupied with dancing perfectly, lewd thoughts about Eunbi start to rot your head.

“That was so fun!”

“Can’t wait to do it again!” “I wish every stage was like this now…”

Several cheers erupt from the group as you all head over to the green room. “Hey, man, you doing good?” It takes a while for your brain to register that you are the one being talked to, you raise your head to see your friends stop in their tracks, all worriedly looking at you. You give them a soft smile and a passable excuse, “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Just… a little more tired than usual. I think I’ll just stay here for a bit.”

One of them pats you on the back, “What a bummer. Just rest, we all worked so hard today. Well if you need us we’ll just be outside watching the other performances, ‘kay?” You give a quick nod and wave them off as they disappear from view.

You enter the room and the cold air blasts your face, despite how cold it is inside your body feels the opposite. You try to stand right in front of the A/C, your ears start to hurt but inside you still can’t feel the chill. An idea pops into your head and you sprint for the mini-fridge on the other side of the room. The thing is packed with cold water bottles. You take a sip and sigh in relief as you feel the cool travel down your throat, but it still isn’t enough. You sip, you gulp, you down a full bottle, then a second, then a third, then a fourth. Endless stream of chill flows in your body but you still feel the heat, the problem isn’t with your face, in your throat, or in your stomach, no, it’s much deeper down and it doesn’t need acquisition to be cooled.

“Hey, there you are,” shouts a familiar voice. You quickly turn around and see the root of your problem, Eunbi. Standing there dripping wet, cardigan completely drenched, tits fully exposed, you don’t know whether to call yourself lucky or unlucky to be in this situation right now.

You’re not sure if it’s your mind messing with you or you’re actually looking at reality but with every step that Eunbi takes towards you, you swear you could see her chest bounce. “The others said you weren’t feeling well so I came to check on you.”

“T-That’s sweet of you. I-I mean, yeah I’m fine.” Eunbi finally gets right in front of you, even though you’re taller than her your eyes are looking way lower than where they normally would be at. You try to maintain eye contact but it’s like your pupils are too heavy for your own good, always falling and resting in Eunbi’s cleavage, just up and down and up and down. Similarly, Eunbi looks down, you follow her gaze towards the prominent bulge at your crotch.

“I-I’m sorry, it’s just… the outfit and, and, and the water and–” You try to turn away and apologize but Eunbi plants her hands firmly on your shoulders and makes you face her, she looks you dead in the eyes and… flashes you a smile? “Look, it’s ok. You don’t have to apologize. You know what? The others are upstairs having fun. Why don’t we… have some fun… of our own?”

You’re at a loss for words. Is this really happening? Is Eunbi really asking you to fuck her or did you somehow pass out and start imagining that Eunbi is asking you to fuck her. Whether it’s a dream or reality you happily nod and oblige.

Eunbi takes your hand and pulls you into the small bathroom nearby. You don’t even take the time to look around, instead you quickly get on the toilet seat while Eunbi kneels in front of you.

Eunbi palms your crotch through your jeans and you squirm at the action, not because you almost came but rather something else is begging to be released. You notice Eunbi give off a devilish smirk at your movement and you nervously chuckle at what she might have planned for you.

“Well we won’t be needing these anymore.” Eunbi takes off her near see through top then shortly after her bikini, not wasting a single second on foreplay. Her tits bounce out now that they’re freely in the open air, looking bigger than in any outfit you’ve ever seen her wear. Well you’re certain what to call your situation right now – lucky – Men and women alike would kill to be anywhere close to your position.

“Or these.” She quickly unzips your pants and tugs both it and your underwear down. You help her out by lifting your butt and pulling down with her. Your cock springs free and Eunbi doesn’t hesitate and begins jerking you off slowly. Her other hand, meanwhile, goes above your dick and presses lightly on it. You squirm just like earlier, finally confirming her suspicions. 

“You look so full, baby. All that water you drank is already making its way down, isn’t it? Don’t you just want to let go? I heard peeing feels just as refreshing as cumming, why don’t we test that? C’mon, baby, just give it all to me. Let me feel that hot piss on me, baby.”

Pissing during sex hasn’t ever occurred to you before in your life, you’d think it’d turn you off but you’re harder than you’ve ever been your whole life. Despite your dick clearly wanting this to happen, your brain is still in denial over such a taboo. Eunbi’s basically begging for you to pee on her and yet you somehow won’t.

Eunbi presses down on your bladder but not too much, she wants you to pee but she doesn’t want to force it out of you. Perhaps there’s a middle ground. “Come on, baby. Don’t you want to see me covered in your piss? Soak my hair, coat my perfect tits and face. I just know you want to do it, maybe you just need some convincing?”

Then what is possible the hottest thing you never knew you needed happens – Eunbi starts pissing all over the floor. She moans as she empties her bladder, you feel a pool forming beneath you as the hot liquid surrounds your feet.. “You hear that, baby? I wanna hear that from you too. Come on, give it to me. I know you want to.” The sound echoes around the tiny area and it’s just the trick to send you over the edge.

As soon as the first trail of yellow comes out of your tip, Eunbi aims your dick at herself, treating it like a hose and showering herself in every place. First, she coats her tits in light sheen, just the sight you needed to see ever since that close-up view you had of her chest; Second, she aims it at her face, letting pee get into her hair and having it drip down her chin and neck; Lastly, Eunbi opens her mouth and takes your cock inside while it’s still gushing.

Eunbi bobbing her head up and down, sucking on your dick while gulping every single drop as fast as you give it to her. You feel like you’re in heaven. Just moments ago you were hesitant, not even entertaining the thought of pissing while having sex but here you are relishing at the sight of Eunbi drinking the contents of your bladder while also deepthroating you. Who knew that the modest Eunbi would ever be this skillful at something like this?

Your bladder finally empties the remaining urine into Eunbi’s mouth and not once did a single drop escape her lips. erent liquid is begging for its release.

Eunbi stops sucking and replaces her mouth with her hands after no longer receiving any piss. “Give it to me, baby. You wanna coat these tits, don’t you? You wanna cum on me and smear it all over my perfect face?” This time you don’t hold back, you let your cum fly as if it was just like piss. Your vision goes white and so does Eunbi, ropes shoot out and cover just about everything it could reach – Eunbi’s hair, her face, her chin, her neck, her tits. You slowly descend from heaven and the sight before you makes it seem like you haven’t. Eunbi uses the tip of your cock like a brush and spreads the cum all over her skin. She’s mixing a combo of piss, sweat, water, spit, and cum all over herself and the concoction coating her tits makes you hard and ready to cum again.

Eunbi stands up and her own piss is dripping from her skirt. “Ready for round 2, baby?”

[twistedwonderlandsimps]

Technomaniac!Yuu

I'm just here to mix-and-match different kinds of Yuus with different kinds of personalities to see what monstrosity I can make. That being said,,, Technomaniac!Yuu brainrot! 

So basically this Yuu belongs in the High Fantasy Yuuniverse on the human side and they’re absolutely obsessed with technology and becomes unhinged when creating stuff. 

Mayhaps their family ran a robot-related business or a machine-creating business and that’s where their obsession started. Maybe Yuu’s obsession further increased due to the fact that they were a human being in a world full of otherworldly creatures.

In a world of high fantasy, there’s bound to be differing opinions and speciesism can’t be avoided. 

Some creatures thought humans were inferior due to their short lifespans. That they were greedy and ignorant. Some humans were even prejudiced to their own kind. Others thought humans in a more positive light, the fact that they were versatile and determined when it comes to things.

So Yuu with no magic and no super powers strived to be the best in the only thing they knew they could fully control and wanted to prove to everyone that humans weren’t inferior, thus beginning their obsession.

This Yuu has this cute little drone hovering over them all the time because I said so. The drone’s very expressive and acts as a kind of assistant for Yuu. 

So anyway, the day of the entrance ceremony?

Forget Grim opening the coffin, Yuu just ordered the drone to laser through the lid and then kicked it open. 

Seeing this, Grim became startled but then soon after demanded their robe.

“Beep! Threat detected! Determining threat level, please wait… Threat level determined. Warning: Threat level 5, initiating self-defense protocol.” The drone hovering over Yuu’s shoulder turned to an alarming shade of red but before it could do anything, Yuu waved them off gently. “Stand down, A1.”

Yeah, the little drone’s called A1 meaning Assistant 1.

Thankfully, a battle between the force of fire and laser never happened since Yuu saw no reason to wear the ceremonial robe because they felt their clothes were much better and gave it to Grim but only on the condition that Grim become their second assistant.

Grim, too focused on acquiring the robe at all cost, didn’t notice Yuu’s condition.

Anyway, guess what Grim’s nickname is. Yeah, that’s right. It’s A2 for Assistant 2.

Let it be known Technomaniac!Yuu has no penchant for naming. All that’s in their brain is making technological stuff.

I just suddenly thought of Yuu having Doofenshmirtz penchant for naming, just slapping ‘-inator’ at the end of their creation’s names.

Can you imagine an overblot and Yuu just pulls out this strange device and introduces it like:

Yuu: “Behold! Marvel at my ‘Insta-Knockout SlumberBlaster 3000-inator!’ Riddle’s going to definitely go down with this in just one hit!” A1: “With only an approximate 63% chance of dealing concussion! A massive improvement from the previous trials!”  Ace: “Excuse me, only 63%? Wait— Previous trials? Yuu, who did you test it on for you to get that statistic? Yuu? Yuu, come back here! Who did you test it on?! Yuu!”

Another overblot scenario would be…

A1: “Beep! Threat detected! Determining threat level, please wait…” Someone: “W… Why do you need to determine his threat level??? He’s literally about to kill us???” Yuu: “No, no, let my child cook.” A1: “Threat level determined. Warning: Threat level 10. Suggesting course of action: Run.” Yuu: “Okay, now we run.”

Let’s not forget holograms!

Imagine Deuce seeing Yuu facing away from him in the distance so he runs over to them and tries to gain their attention. He tries to tap Yuu’s shoulder but their hand just goes over Yuu’s form, leaving a slight glitch-like effect where Deuce’s hand passes through.

Hologram Yuu looks over to Deuce and says:

“Alas, as I am not here, I disappear.”

Then throws out a peace sign before slowly fading away while still maintaining eye contact.

Now that I think about it, on the first day of their janitorial duties, Yuu was able to make a weird-looking cleaning device out of metal scraps and pieces they found in Ramshackle and it somehow worked.

Well, for the most part anyway. 

Having no windows technically meant nothing to clean so in a way Yuu was doing their job, yes?

Yeah, Yuu broke a few windows and may have contributed to the chandelier also breaking that day so Deuce ain’t the only one at fault for this.

Speaking of, Ace’s first meeting with Yuu.

When he was introducing the Statues of the Great Seven to Grim and Yuu, Yuu turned to him and asked in the most serious voice possible if Ace wanted the statues to be animated by turning it into animatronics.

Ace barely managed to stop Yuu from dismembering the statues.

Technomaniac Yuu at literally everything they can see: “I can make it better!”

Giving broken things to Technomaniac!Yuu to be fixed is a gamble. 

Oh, a toaster? Well, you either get a completely fixed toaster that’s a bit better with warming your bread than before or it turns into a charcoal-maker. There is no inbetween.

Your phone? Oops, might’ve accidentally turned the flashlight function into a flashbang, teehee.

Technomaniac!Yuu is basically the tech support of NRC.\

Or more like tech terror. Tech-rorr, get it? I’m so funny.

Speaking of NRC, Yuu got banned from going to Ignihyde dorm.

That’s because they got too excited seeing all the new devices and technology they haven’t seen before in the dorm and kind of dismantled almost everything to see how it worked.

Ooooo, now that I’m thinking of it, cybernetic body modifications!

Like, what if they got severely injured against one of the overblot boys? Lost a limb or two? Or maybe they already had cybernetic body modifications even before they arrived in Twisted Wonderland.

Imagine them having an arm kinda similar to the robot arm Princess Bubblegum gifted Finn with the various power tools/weapons functions. There’s probably a rocket launcher function around there somewhere.

 Rook tries to stalk Technomaniac!Yuu but it always ends up being a hologram. Why do you think Rook calls them Trickster?

Wait, can you imagine the dynamic between Technomaniac!Yuu and Malleus?

One’s so bad at technology while the other’s the complete opposite.

Yuu asks Malleus if he wants his phone to be upgraded and suddenly Malleus’ phone has a built-in taser, ultra hd 4k graphics camera and video resolution, live tamagotchi game synchronization and surveillance, 24/7 AI assistance, unlimited wifi, faster internet speed, ultra deluxe storage expansion, the strongest antivirus known to to mankind, and Malleus still doesn’t know how to use his phone.

Yuu learns Briar Valley has technomancy and they’re immediately putting that place as a vacation spot because hello? Combining magic and technology? Can you imagine all the things they could create with those two forces combined? They’d be unstoppable!

Also, the Magicam Monsters stand no chance against Technomaniac!Yuu.

The moment those suckers break into Ramshackle, Yuu would immediately interfere with their gadgets and kick them out if they’re feeling merciful.

If not, well, say hello to the most vengeful virus they’ve ever met in their lives. 

No matter what gadget they change into, the virus will always follow them everywhere in the cyberspace network and break their devices or cause them the most annoying inconveniences. 

Slow internet? You betcha! Wifi symbol on but internet not coming through? Why, it happens almost every other day! Apps failing to open at the most crucial time? Lmao, rofl.

Speaking of gadget, Cater probably asks Yuu to upgrade his phone so he can take better selfies.

Thankfully the upgrade was a success and nothing exploded.

Yuu: “Well, here’s your phone, Cater! New and improved with better camera quality, efficiency, and effectiveness! Also, I hope you don’t mind but I also added an app that I occasionally use called Therapy Bot. Free of charge!” Cater: “Thanks, Yuu! Wait—” Yuu, looking around and leaning in to whisper: “Between you and me, I think everyone in this school could really benefit from Therapy Bot.”

Technomaniac!Yuu the most unhinged yet one of the most sane Yuu variants out there.

[quitealotofsodapop]

So Mk gets surprise eggo because of paint and confined space and lack of food? Imagine that he has no idea what’s wrong with him, he goes to Lao Tzu, and when Lao Tzu goes “congrats on the baby” Everyone just kinda stops.

And Mk bursts into tears so loudly that all of heaven can hear. He’s all “I can’t have a baby, it’s too dangerous!” And “I’m not ready!” Pigsy and Wukong are trying to comfort him, and the poor boys is just a sobbing mess.

And Lao Tzu is just standing there like “?????”

Sorry MK XD You're getting Egged

Bonus Anon asks:

Referencing this post where someone pointed out that MK could theoretically create a Stone Egg + the sequel that pointed out that he'd most likely do it on accident.

I could see this most likely happening in the Canon! verse since I bet the other au MK's would be more wary of Stone Egg mishaps. But I could 100% see it happening in the SlowBoiled au since that causes more drama.

And as much as I love the idea of MK becoming *ahem* egg'd as the result of a bad guy's plans or a huge catarosphe, I think it would fit more if MK did it completely on accident.

So the idea:

Post S3 MK decides that he needs some "Me time" and takes a break from work and training after the whole "Saving the world from a bone demon"-thing. He just needs some time to shut off completely from his responsibilities in the city. His friends understand and wish him well, even though they're worried since MK won't tell him *Where* he's taking a break to.

"Where" turns out to be a cool cave-let MK found while exploring FFM during S2 with no Monkey King to hover over him. Its quiet, it's secluded, its completely off-grid... But MK just can't relax. His brain is all busy, and everytime he sleeps he sees Her.

So he starts painting. And drawing. And using charcoal. Maybe a little rough pottery with the muddy clay-like stuff in the water? And soon enough he's looking like his Artist Clone with how caked in material he is.

In liu of going to sleep and risking terrible bone demon nightmares, MK meditates like how he saw the Monkey King do. In these moments his thoughts wander into deep, dark teritory. Real "call of the void"-type of thoughts.... hey should he eat something? It's been... oh gosh Pigsy's gonna killl him if he doesn't at least text to tell him how his sabbatical is going.

After his inpromtu vacation is up, MK feels... really gross? Maybe thats cus he hasn't really washed or slept or ate, or spoken to anyone in all that time. Weird.

Pigsy asks him how long it's been since MK last ate a full meal, and huffs with disappointment at his nervous laugh before pouring his son a bowl of noodles.

Bouts of nausea and dizziness follow MK everywhere afterwards. He had no idea why - paint fumes maybe? Did some toxic chemical seep into his skin? Did he get sick somehow from isolating himself in that cave? Is that Jin and Yin trying to take over the city?

At somepoint in the utter chaos of S4 likely as the rest of the gang are recieving training from Subodhi; a certain alchemist meets MK to whisper a few questions into his ear.

Lao Tzu: "I was told that you've been experiencing extreme power fluctuations for the last few weeks. May I run a few test to rule out any abnormalities?" MK: "Oh cool, no probs! Just don't put me in that furnace thing-y." (*a few tests later*) Lao Tzu: "Ok great news, it's not a curse or medical problem." MK: "Phew! Then why is my body feels like its "glitching" all the time?" Lao Tzu: "Thats a decaying glamour spell. Its likely that you had one affixed to you shortly before you were given up by your creators." MK: "Glamour spell...? Wait, then what about my powers wigging out?" Lao Tzu: "Oh thats easy. You're just pregnant." MK (has not Done the Do): "What!?"

Mere seconds after Lao Tzu gives the diagnosis - MK just starts bawling.

He doesn't want this! Not now! He does want to have kid while all This is going on! The world might be ending for Buddha's sake!

MK is having a million panic attacks rn. He wants to have kids, so many, but only in the *Future*! When he's like semi-retired and has a protege of his own to take over the monkey business- HEY WAIT, HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!?!

Subodhi has to drop the big lore that MK is a Stone Monkey - capable of reproducing asexually under extreme circumstances, in order to clear up the whole immaculate conception part.

Then Lao Tzu has to tell MK that the Stone Egg he carries will likely Kill him since he's (mostly) mortal.

MK starts crying before deciding to tackle the issue Later.

Ofc MK simply doesn't want his family to worry about him what with all this Brotherhood stuff going on... so he just keeps quiet for now.

His family are going to find out soon though. And by Guanyin, Pigsy is gonna freak.

Macaque (and later Wukong), just need to sniff MK once after they reunite to notice whats up.

Wukong offers to grab some No-Baby Spring Water immediately if MK doesnt want to keep the Egg. Macaque briefly panics thinking that the kid got knocked up the old-fashioned way... only to panic harder when he and Wukong determine it to be a Solo-Made Stone Egg(!!!). Cue two panicking fellow Stone Monkeys making MK feel even worse about his conflicted feelings on the matter.

Pls add on what you think so far! :3

[aeneidjellyfish]

Post Traumatic Megatron Disorder Support Group

（trying to share my nonsense headcanon here) （´▽` )ﾉ

No tw, no relationship, just Tarn and Starscream have a talk. Try my best to make a coherent English version.

—————— aka : Told you not to worship a star in Decepticons

The current ruler of Cybertron, Starscream, picks up a badly injured and dying Tarn and brings him back to the mansion. Tarn opens his vision to see a model of an F15 on the ceiling, wondering how he could have seen it on his way to meet Primus. He hadn't finished scanning his surroundings when he heard Starscream's peculiar voice mocking “I thought I was the only one who could survive the beating took from Megatron”.

Tarn knew him, the notorious former air force commander, of course. He'd gotten a taste of Starscream’s shrill voice when Megatron had occasionally convened the various divisions for strategy seminars, and had been extremely offended that Starscream had dared to dissent and shoot at Megatron with no respect whatsoever. He sometimes even can not bear the thought of having Megatron to put Starscream on the List. But that thought was dispelled after witnessing Megatron himself give his flighty lieutenant a good thrashing in front of a crowd of Decepticons, and naturally, he wasn't going to get in the way of Megatron's efforts to do so. With the DJD always on the outside in charge of the Purge, all Tarn knew was that Starscream had disappeared a long time ago, even before Megatron's defection, which had taken place at some unknown time. The bits and pieces he'd heard since then were that Starscream had gone back to Cybertron to pursue a career in politics, and it was only now that he'd seen the aircraft in person in this unusually decorated room.

Tarn, who had little positive impression of Starscream, was just about to get up and catch the datapad-wielding pretentious aircraft which leaning against the corner of a side table to teach him a lesson. Unless he was immobilised by the inhibitory collar. Tarn turned to trying to use his power to knock out Starscream and get out of this place first. Starscream was saying not to waste time,after working with Soundwave for so long Tarn's kind of tricks are clear to him. Starscream asked him whether he remembers Arachnid, who was responsible for putting him back together a little bit from his broken state. Tarn then realised that the collar could actually suppress his powers as well.

The threat of force is no longer enough to start fighting, that’s fine. Starscream tells Tarn that he decided to get him back, so he owed a huge debt of gratitude. “And how you're going to pay it is up to me, Lord Starscream, to decide. ”

No way. Only the Primus knew what the crafty little glitch was up to. Tarn said directly that he was going back to the Peaceful Tyranny, only got a sneer.

“That's the name of your ship? ”He glared as furiously as he could at the sarcastic seeker, then still heard nothing good come out of other one’s mouth. “Guessing your teammates who are still alive now think you're a Megatron-obsessed lunatic. After all, hearing that you ripped out one of your teammates' head. That's a shame."

“Oh, you've screw up as well, many times right? After all, you've dared to shoot Lord Megatron in the forehead. ” At this point, Tarn was a little repentant, for he had brought out the usual respect for the traitor.

‘Is it Lord now? Looks like Megatron didn't teach you enough. Or, giving something else, too much for your brain module washed it completely , poor thing. ”Surely, this became a handy thing for Starscream. “Such a great and useful weapon you are, Megatron just threw you away as soon as he so called ‘turned from evil to good’. Sure enough, that old bucket head was all rusted up.”

A kind of rage had been churning in Tarn's spark since he'd been online again. He kind of wanted to make common cause with Starscream against Megatron, but then he felt like the other one was in a different place than he was. And it was all because of Megatron that he was in this dilemma. After he learnt of Megatron's mutiny, he often fell into a trance, simply could not understand that,a mech who able to write such a powerful thought as ‘Toward Peace’, a mech killed the elders of the parliament in one fell swoop to conquer five cities, setting up the Decepticons.

Most importantly, a mech who was able to save Glitch, which had been tortured, by giving him the thought and motivation, like a saviour, and all of these! These had become bubbles of energy fluid that spilled from mouths (or was it) of every fugitive that DJD had abused to death, bursting one by one into a puddle of filth as the circulatory system was forced to shut down. Now he was part of the filth. Previously unattainable ideals and motivations tumbled and collapsed, pinning him down and immobilishing him. The closer he got to Megatron, the deeper he sank until he was ripped to shreds by Megatron's real filth-like antimatter.

Until now he has regained consciousness and his spark has been rekindled once again.

“Suddenly dumb, or you're not really thinking about Megatron again, are you?”

Trapped in his neural mind running, Tarn had almost forgotten that there was a mouthy aeroplane next to him that he couldn't do anything about for the time being. “Not as much as you, Starscream, you could call anything while you were on your knees begging for mercy. ”If it came down to verbal sparring, Tarn thought that basically no one could compete with him. And, he added a threat, “don't ever mention the name in front of me.”

“As if I want to.” Starscream rolled his vision and turned his head to a side cabinet to rummage for something. “Mind you, since you're a fugitive now, there are a lot of decent Autobots out there who heard about what happened to the Lost Light ready to meet you.”

“Then why do you keep me?”

“What, I saved you from that shithole, instead of even thanking me, you're starting to suspect my motives? Well, told you that even if I wasn't plotting, someone would think I was. How about this: the Chosen One, Lord Starscream, wishes to educate the vicious DJD leader, to prove to everyone that no one is born a villain, Cybertron will get better and better under my rule.”

“Can’t even see the bounds of Hypocrisy. You talk about this stuff all the time, does anyone really believe it?”

Starscream only shrugs, handing over a small glass of energon liquor. Tarn took it drank down, not wanting to bother questioning whether or not it was poisoned. With this seeker’s subtle, if he wanted him die, there was no need to revive him before killing. No deep grudge between them right now, no need to erase each other.

“It seems like you would not smashing up all my stuff, so I'll be off now, there's still a court for me to preside over. ” Tarn watched as the wing of the aircraft floated lightly from in front of him to the door. “You can look around the building without getting out. As for your disposition we'll talk about that later.”

“You sure?”

Starscream turned, squinting his vision smiled . “Better look up for my gift now.”

There was a metal box on the table. Tarn cautiously opened a corner, a piece of purple. He was beginning to feel it emanating from spark again, like the temperature near the melting machine of Helias. He took out the object, it’s a mask, unscratched, the one he used to wear, in the shape of the Decepticon mark.

Tarn crushed the metal box into scrap first.

[azuremliam]

My brain is really sleepy rn but pretty full on thoughts about The Boss. Let's see if I can get words™ to work properly. Lot's of rambling under the readmore 👍

I know that they're implied to rule over the "light and dark" over the multiverses but their appearance and their position over all the other cosmic beings gives the vibes of more overseeing "Order and Chaos" + a bit of neutral vibes.

And that color scheme they got going on, specially that gold! (Gold Stars even hah) Makes me wonder if- since they're in charge of everything and feel like they've been around for a long time- if they're potentially originated from a Primordial or something that's been around since the start of nothing?

We don't know that much about Primordials besides that a lot of them have a disdain for living creatures in the universes/just plain tormenting them for their own amusement.

But that's just like??? two of the ones we know about. Other Primordials could've had other agendas or views on the newly formed universes and creatures living in it.

And with the Lich potentially being a transformed one (got lucky I guess, with consuming a comet and getting a new form of ironic life) brings up the thought that what if other Primordials turned into other forms of existence, even "ascended" into Cosmic Beings if they really wanted to? They feel like they range from various amounts of power from Orgalorg being pretty decently managed by Finn and Grob Gob Glob Grog, to Coconteppi having pretty menacing magical powers (even after possessing Peppermint!). But with only two examples its hard to pinpoint the extent Primordials' capabilities are.

Besides being deathless and existing even after their physical forms get ditched.

If The Boss is/was one then they'd probably be a pretty powerful one given the extent of overseeing Cosmic Beings that have various potential over the top powers as well. And how Prismo and Orbo both go "ah shoot" when thinking mentioning them.

-

Speaking of Prismo and Orbo, that brings me to that whole interaction concerning them and The Boss.

Even before Fionna and Cake, with the ordeal with Farm World. Prismo would've for sure gotten in trouble with them had it not been resolved. And man does he know it.

And then with Orbo's reaction to when Scarab mentions talking to The Boss about Prismo.

With Orbo being a boss, he's probably seen them "drop the hammer" on other cosmic beings- and likely knows that there's no 'getting a light slap on the hand' and going about your day like nothing happened.

Maybe even to the point where the cosmic being in question might be deemed to have their existence- well- cease to exist and a new being chosen to replace them.

So with that in mind, it really feels like he's trying to stall for Prismo. He doesn't want his buddy to turning into cosmic dust or something like that. And who knows, maybe he was also hoping that the situation would resolve itself like it did with Farmworld Enchiridion situation?

But anyways. Hell, Orbo immediately bumps him into a different area the moment he brings up calling their boss. Really feels like he doesn't want Scarab to bring him to The Boss's attention because there's no escaping that once you're on that "in serious trouble" radar.

And when Scarab doesn't let up on his mission- Orbo's probably thinking "WELL DAMN DUDE, you got no chill. Gonna have to deal with this myself so Prismo can have a chance to fix things and the boss doesn't notice yet."

Before getting interrupted by The Boss who most definitely caught wind of things, and wanted to get to solving the issue already. All those glitches in the multiverses Fionna and Cake popped in are probably not discreet. That "Aw nuts, it's the boss!" really makes it feel that once The Boss knows something's up- no getting outta it.

Also, yes, it's pretty much Orbo playing favorites, definitely. No denying that.

But feels like he's not out to get Scarab personally- just more like "SHHHHH- SHHH SHUT UP DUDE YOU'RE GONNA GET PRISMO IN TROUBLE" and Scarab is "OF COURSE- I WANT HIM TO GET IN TROUBLE"

And those calls for other god auditing jobs might've also been Orbo trying to have a reason to summon him up to that Cosmic waiting room, who knows? Point is, once you're in trouble with The Boss. You're IN trouble.

The Boss feels like the kind of being that goes "Let's see how this plays out" to "You messed up, now you got to own up to it- no excuses" and "Things are in order now, no need to hassle these people/this world". Given how they tell Scarab to stop when Fionna's universe gets legit BUT also transporting Scarab easily to where Simon is so he could properly do his job when it wasn't.

And if Scarab has succeeded, and Golbetty not interfered and authorized Fionna's universe, then Prismo most likely would've faced serious consequences for his unauthorized universe.

But since things worked out, because of Golbetty giving the seal of approval on the universe, they pretty much just went, "Okay then, no need to deal with this. It's authorized. Drop it and go back to doing your other missions."

Besides the point, but I'd be endlessly amused if they show this dramatic reveal of The Boss in season two and they're just -

on a pedestal or something. Hahah they're PrimorDial

[harringrieve]

I FUCKING POSTED THIS ON MY MAIN FIRST💀💀💀

Anyway, after a bout of ennui, I grabbed this from my notes drafts bc it started glitching and I’m nervous it’ll delete smth by accident

Somewhere btwn s3/4 I THINK, in a govt hospital wing

“Whaddayou doin here, Harring-har-“

The word seems to get stuck malfunctioning somewhere between his brain and his mouth, as he blinks tiredly, still trying to figure out where the fuck he actually is.

“Oh you know”, gestures around with the folded magazine in his hand, “just uh, makin sure the scientists don’t, like, cart you off to, a- a different secret lab or somethin”

Lab? His tongue is dry and sticking to the roof of his mouth. Scientists? Billy’s brain fuzzily processes what Harrington’s insinuating, the alarm creeping up slowly.

“…..That’s a concern?”

“Oh yeah, big time. Also you’re lucky you woke up when you did, Nancy was supposed to take over next watch shift, and she’s not NEARLY as uh…..chipper as I am.”

“That so.”

“Yeah, no, I think Click-clack is givin her guff for some thing she submitted? I don’t know, she’s tetchy.”

“Have no idea what that means, also quick question-”

“Yeah”

“What the fuck is goin on?”

Harrington’s eyebrows raise as he puffs his cheeks and blows out a big breath,

“Oh jeez man, I don’t think I have enough- fuckin like, brain power to get into the whole thing right now-“

“Ugh, figures”, Billy shuts his eyes again and rests his head back, suddenly over being awake.

“Wh-hey, fuck you, I could be at home right now, instead of this creepy ass lair, but no, we gotta make sure Billy Hargrove doesn’t get vanished by the government.”

Lair? where are they? Harrington doesn’t seem that married to the petulant shit he’s saying anyway, it feels like it’s more just to have something to do. In any other situation Billy would feed the fuck into this, enjoy every button he’s pushing, but FUCK is he tired. His whole body feels like fuzzy static. Fuzzy achy static.

“She’s helping Murray set something up for you”

“What?” His face kinda hurts when his brows twist, giving up his half-assed attempt at sleep.

“Nancy,” he clarifies, “we had a whole exit strategy to get you outta here when you woke up. Get you like, back on your feet and fuck off into the sunset or whatever Max thinks you where gunna do”

Max.

“…….Why are you doin all this?” It’s barely a question really, more like a blank murmur, devoid of any inflection that could give Harrington the slightest hope of gauging Billy’s emotional state.

Steve heaves another slow measured breath, and looks slightly away from Billy, as if to try to remember why himself.

He blinks a few times, makes a vague shrugging gesture with like, the upper half of his body, then shakes his head a little, “Cause fuck these guys.”

Billy almost choked a little, deigning to open his eyes again and glance over.

“Yeah?” He asks with an audibly and visually confused smile, like he’s trying not to laugh at the ridiculous nature of Steve’s statement.

“Yeah, everything’s been their fault for like three years now. I’ve fought shit I wouldn’t put my worst enemies against. Fuckin vile.” He slumps back a bit, “You’re a dick, but like,…” he doesn’t seem to really have much of an answer past that, “Fuck em.”

[later]

“Maaan, Pick a story asshole, either I’m a slut who can’t be friends with girls, or I’m a freak loser, make up your mind”

[Robin walks in]

“What are we talking about?” She sounds like a mix of horrified, delighted, and grossly intrigued.

“He thinks we’re like,” gesturing between himself and Robin, “-secretly in love, or dating, or something”

Robins face scrunches up, “Ew.”

Steve makes a wide sweeping gesture at her, “THATS WHAT I SAID!”, and looks pointedly back at Billy, as if to say, ‘There, see?’

“Jesus, alright, you’re both undateable losers.”

“Oh, he has no problem getting dates-“ completely disregarding and breezing past Billy’s direct insult to her dateability

“The fuck, Rob-“

“Oh yeah?” He smiles, encouraging whatever sly shit she’s onto.

“I don’t know what you guys where sayin earlier about him bein a slut, but it’s not factually incorrect.”

Billy’s well-known cackle bursts outta him for the first time in months.

Steve just seems to deflate with the power of his sigh, arms momentarily thrown up in the air in defeat before landing down against his jeans with a pointed SLAP as he sinks further down into the uncomfortable chair he’s been lounging in this entire time.

“Rob, what are you even doin here-“ he starts off, obviously trying to divert the topic of conversation, god he’s so whiney sometimes, Billy’s kinda obsessed with it, “wait-HOW are you even here?” His tone switches to confused disbeleif, eyeing her with confusion.

“I own a bike, dingus, and I have functioning legs.”

His eyebrows screw together, “You live like, ten minutes by car from here- whaddoyoumean you ‘rode your bike’, it’s like 90 degrees out-“ he flings an arm out towards the windowless wall.

“Jeez, okay mom, I-“

“Have you had anything to drink? Are you even wearing sunscreen?”

“I’m fine! It’s nice out-“

“It’s the middle of august !”

“It’s the beginning of august, first of all-“

“Heat strokes not a joke Bobbin, you can get-“

“Yes I know, Stevert, I’m in band, I’m outside wearing synthetic hell clothes for practice all summer-“

“Yeah, standing, not biking who knows how many miles uphill in the sun.”

Billy finally interjects, “Jesus I take it back, you’re obviously divorced.”

He gets twin looks of scandal.

“How dare you, first of all-“

“I would never-“

Billy just snorts and settles back into his sheets, “Sure, whatever.”

After a moment of silence

“Actually, Nancy dropped me off on the way to Forrest hills.”

“Oh, you bitch.” Steve breathes out right before Robin breaks out laughing.

Robin and Steve continue sniping back and forth, this time in Italian, Steve rapid-fire, Robin more careful and deliberate.

[blackjackkent]

OK, took a long rest before resuming Hector's adventures; a couple of interesting camp developments:

First of all, there was no cutscene, but when we woke up, Jaheira announced, apropos of nothing that I could discern, "Turned to mist. The spawn share in some portion of their master's power."

I'm not sure what to make of this. Was there a cutscene that got bugged out? Or am I supposed to interpret this to mean that Cazador's people were hanging around our camp and got spooked by the sun rising? Perplexing.

Second, I just noticed that Volo hasn't been around since Act 3 started, and apparently he left a note!

LOL. I'm not surprised he finally bailed. All he ever wanted to talk to me about whenever I tried to interact with him was his ocular surgery plan, which Hector was never going to go for. I guess this means we'll run into him again somewhere in the city though.

Third, a brief dialogue option with Jaheira. Hector said, "You mentioned there might be another way to find Minsc," and she answered, "There might be, but... it is not a path I'd tread until we must. Let it wait until the city proper. Perhaps I'll have had a better idea by then."

Apparently my assumption that we were in the city once we got past that first watcher at the gate was incorrect. Sadly this also seems to mean we can't immediately boot finding Minsc to the top of the priority pile since I don't yet know where the entrance to the "city proper" even is yet.

Fourth, a VERY interesting conversation with Astarion:

Hector: "I want to discuss the Astral-Touched Tadpole."

Astarion: "We both know what it is capable of. But I'm not touching it."

Hector, more than a little surprised by this: "Unlike you to be so unwilling to receive a new power..."

Astarion: "That was before I knew the cost. Before I knew it meant transforming into some grotesque beast. I remember how it hurt when I turned into a vampire. My body writhed and warped while I was utterly helpless, the grip of death owned my heart as it beat its last. I-- I don't want to turn into anything else. I can't do that again. I can't watch my body be taken over."

He looked, and sounded, SO incredibly upset, the poor guy. :(

Hector, to be honest, was more than a little relieved because he has considered Astarion the most likely to want to indulge in the illithid powers (and control the elder brain, later) no matter the cost. But he also feels terrible for having gotten him so upset, and of course quickly backed off. "All right, I will speak no more on the matter."

"I had nothing for so long. Nothing. Not even my own body. I will *not* give it up, now it's mine again."

Poor guy. :(

Also had a quick chat with Wyll about Stelmane. He doesn't believe that she was actually willing partners with the Emperor, just that it must have made her an offer she couldn't refuse. He also mentioned having met Stelmane twice; that she was lively and beautiful when he first met her as a boy, but weaker and struggling when he met her later. He said his father explained it as her having suffered a stroke. Hector had enough insight to gauge that Wyll questioned this story somewhat, but not enough persuasion to pursue the discussion any further right now. So we'll tuck that away for later.

Finally, Gale had an exclamation mark over his head. According to the dialogue history screen, he had a whole speech here: "So the devil himself is pursuing the Crown. As for whether it's truly the Crown Karsus forged? Well, I think it's safe to assume we shouldn't take anything Raphael utters at face value. We *must* claim the Crown of Karsus for ourselves, before anyone else does."

Which is a perfectly reasonable bit of dialogue, but the speech glitched out and so all that happened when I clicked on him was that he stared directly at Hector and snapped, "We *must* claim the Crown of Karsus for ourselves, before anyone else does!" without any other context. Which was pretty funny. XD

Anyway, back to city explorations!

[cozza-frenzy]

I know some of y'all's tastes, but I'd love to know what everyone's favourite bands/artists/musical genres are. <3

Tough question to ask! For some of these we've gone for vibes more than solid genres; since we're all parts of what should be one personality, we're like a group of people that grew up together. So we've kind of narrowed it down to what music makes us think "X would like this" or "this is X's vibe", as well as a few songs they (sometimes exclusively) like. Terry Moods: Duality, contradiction, mix of soft & harsh sounds, pass the aux cord at your peril because it's going to get weird Genres: Experimental, Glitch, Prog Rock, House Music, Nu Disco, Vaporwave, Outsider Music Examples: Deuteronomy - Clair De Lune Pink Floyd - Brain Damage Blank Banshee - Eco Zones

Chaos Moods: Psychedelic, Chaotic, Bassy, bouncing-off-the-wall madness Genres: Hair Metal, Bass Music, Moombahton, Drum & Bass, Jungle, Plunderphonics Examples: Bassnectar feat. Amp Live - Ugly The Prodigy - No Good (Start The Dance) Extreme - Play With Me Taffy Moods: "Spacey" vibes, themes of isolation, distance, and nature Genres: Braindance, Psychedelic Rock, Prog Rock, Prog House, Ambient Examples: Greenhouse - levällään David Bowie - Space Oddity Peter Gabriel - Down To Earth Andy Moods: Hyperactive, colorful, happy and nostalgic Genres: Speedcore, Happy Hardcore, Chiptune, Bubblegum Pop, Rock Examples: Anamanaguchi - Endless Fantasy Furries In A Blender - Wind Me Up Galactikraken - Best Band In The Universe Roy Moods: Lust, anger, violence, dark and moody, lyrics about yearning to be understood Genres: Dubstep, Power Metal, Harsh Noise, Neurofunk, Metalcore Examples: Bring Me The Horizon - Can You Feel My Heart Powerwolf - The Sacrament Of Sin Cookie Monsta - Mosh Pit VIP Dagwood Moods: Party time! Anything that's catchy or good to sing along to; happy, nostalgic, with a sense of bringing people together Genres: Pop, Parody, Electro Swing, Jazz Examples: Dexys Midnight Runners - Come On Eileen Lionel Hampton - It Don't Mean a Thing (Jazz Reconstruction Club Mix) Weird Al Yankovic - My Bologna Martin Moods: Simple and comforting; songs that are good to sing along to or emphasize a sense of togetherness, simplicity, and nostalgia. Genres: Indie, Melodic Pop, Europop Examples: Sleeping At Last - North Sigur Ros - Hoppipolla ABBA - Mamma Mia Vivien Moods: A sense of longing, or waiting for better times. Also likes songs that are good to sing along to, maybe to overcome those feelings that form the "basis" of their tastes. Genres: Synth Pop, Alternative, Britpop, Disco, Glam Rock Examples: Gorillaz - Melancholy Hill Coldplay - Paradise Red Hot Chilli Peppers - Black Summer Jenova Moods: Soft acoustic guitar and drums, soft lyrics, magical and fey-like Genres: Alternative, Indie, Pop, Folk Examples: Nirvana - Something In The Way Dodie - Ready Now Loreena McKennitt - The Mummers' Dance Thirteen Moods: Heartbreak, loneliness, distance, but with a hopeful tone Genres: Alternative, Pop, Geek Rock, Prog Rock, Jazz Fusion Examples: The Cure - Just Like Heaven Ludo - Drunken Lament Journey - Faithfully

Roses Moods: Feeling dissatisfied, leaving things behind, soft 80's-style synths and heartfelt lyrics and melodies Genres: Electropop, City Pop, Synthwave, Synth Pop, Melodic Rock Examples: Magic Dance - Restless Nights Porter Robinson - Something Comforting The Killers - Human

[cherryfairytwist]

Ch15 The Triangle. RickFic

(Tags: Stalking, action violence)

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Astrid rolled over on Reagan’s bed drunkenly scrunching her face in loathing, “God he’s such a dick. He couldn’t just leave things alone. H-his kids like me!! I- I just thought we all had an understanding…!” 

“Not to say I told you so… but I’ve told you he’s literally the worst.” Reagan answered trying not to sound like she was rubbing it in. 

“Okay- first of all.. what happened between you and Rick back then was equal parts fucked up on both you guys’ ends..” Astrid quipped back not wanting to hear it. 

“Well I mean- he’s still a dick!” Reagan groaned back while playfully pushing Astrid off the bed. 

“Hey-!” Astrid yelled back with a goofy laugh from the floor. 

Astrid adjusted herself and sat back on the bed next to Reagan letting out a sigh of frustration and leaned up against her shoulder. 

“I just wish I could control my powers.. like- without my handler. I got so scared thinking I was going to hurt the kids when my activation protocol trigger on its own. something just wasn’t right inside me when I thought they were in danger...I think the only thing that stopped me was getting shot in the head. I- it hurt for a while.. I-I don’t heal like I used to like back before the incident.” Astrid babbled on sullenly.  

Reagan sat silently mulling over what Astrid was saying and how she was feeling. Tapping her fingers on the edge of the bed she anxiously considered something she had been thinking about for a long time. 

“What if.. what if we were able to hack your brain..? What if we could override your super soldier codes and just give you new ones?” She said out loud staring at the floor.  

Astrid silently stared for a moment and then blurted, “Is that even safe…?”

“Well.. Astrid come on- clearly your reprogramming didn’t work very well if it’s glitching.. it honestly might be something to consider..but yeah- it would be risky.” Reagan answered honestly turning to look her in the eyes with concern. 

“Fuck…! Why is this so- I wish fixing myself wasn’t so complicated.” Astrid said starting to now sadly whisper to herself as she looked away. 

“Hey- We got this!! We’ll have you fixed up in no time. If you want me to try and figure out how to re program you- or atleast program some new commands in for you.. maybe you could come along on a work trip with me. You could lend me a hand and I’d be able to see you in action to better assess your status. Technically it would be off the record- you coming that is.” Reagan attempted to smooth over the topic by changing the subject. 

“You want me to come on a work trip with you?? Doesn’t Cognito still have me on it’s no fly list or whatever? Where would we be going?” Astrid asked curiously falling for Reagan’s redirection.

“Well since I became head of cognito the Atlantians have been wanting to have a type of working alliance. They recently sent word they were having issues with one of their old districts and was hoping I might be willing to lend a hand.” Reagan said confidently feeling how far she had come in the company. 

“Oh look at you~ big boss lady Hu?” Astrid playfully joked as she scrunched her eyebrows up and down.

“Quit it!” Reagan teased back poking Astrid on the cheek, “Yes I’m still keeping you secret from Cognito for now… only because I don’t want the Robes out right saying I can’t work with you.. it would look more appealing if you had helped me with a job and then it becomes an offer they can’t refuse! Also.. most of Cognito maybe wouldn’t be as afraid of you by then….” Reagan tried to explain without making it sound bad. 

“The Robes…? And everyone is still scared of me that bad…?” Astrid asked forlorn again. 

“Well not everyone…! I know the team misses you- also now that I think about it, the Robes probably already know we’ve been in contact this whole time.” Reagan started to mutter as she thought about the Robes.

“They know…?! How?” Astrid asked feeling a bit worried since they still might have access to contact her agency. 

“Don’t worry.. they would have said something to me if this was a problem… maybe they just want to see how this goes? Maybe they have high hopes for this situation like how I do? I have a feeling they might want to snatch you from your Agency anyway- but they’d let you decide that in your own.” Reagan said assuredly after thinking it over. 

“Okay I guess that’s ideal for now..” Astrid said a little hesitant but ultimately gave in knowing the Robes likely had personal motives that might benefit her later on. 

If her agency had no use for her currently what would be the harm in doing some side missions for someone else…? 

Hours had passed since the two of them had reunited when Astrid had drunkenly showed up at Reagan’s place that evening. They had discussed the plans of their impending trip to Atlantis and went over the need to know basics since they would be leaving in the morning for their departure. After that was settled they spent the rest of their time together that evening watching movies and drinking beers on the couch snuggled up under a blanket. It had been a long time since the two of them had been affectionate with each other so it was a little awkward at times but they both found the other’s company quite enjoyable. After a while they both drunkenly made out on Reagan’s bed until they both passed out once the alcohol took over. Both of them were left in a crumpled up pile twisted up in the sheets together sound asleep. That is until Reagan began to stir at an unfamiliar whispering sound snapping her out of a dream. 

“Wh- Astrid…?” She whispered squinting open her eyes in the dark.

She saw Astrid sprawled out across her in bed, still hearing the faint whispering she looked up and froze in place. A dark figure stood in the corner of the room wearing what looked like a wide brimmed hat. She panicked and hit a button on the side of her head board triggering all the lights to come on and all the windows and doors to lock down. As soon as the lights were on the figure had vanished. 

“Holy- fuck…. Was that just a dream?!” Reagan let out a sigh in relief feeling her heart still pounding in her chest. 

She looked down at the snoozing Astrid in her lap and smiled, ruffling her fingers through her dark hair affectionately. 

“I guess I really don’t need to worry about much if you’re here right?” She joked silently to herself thinking about how Astrid was likely the most dangerous thing she had encountered in comparison. 

She scooted back into bed with her and hit the lights back off. Cozying up to Astrid, Reagan thought about how nice this trip was going to turn out now that she was with her. 

~ 

Meanwhile back at the Smith residence things had started to get chaotic. The whole family was now in uproar over the antics Rick had pulled that previous evening. The kids had gone to school and noticed Astrid was absent that day. This lead them to assume the worst thinking Rick might have scared her off for real this time. Both Morty and Summer had been non-stop apologizing and checking in over text message all day, only to not receive any response from Astrid in return. They arrived home furious, refusing to help Rick with any adventures or chores in protest to his handling of the situation. 

But no matter how much the siblings insisted, Rick refused apologizing to Astrid. The arguing between the siblings and Rick started to spread to the ears of the Beths late that evening at the dinner table. Both the Beths felt horrible that their father had run off their kids’ favorite teacher so they had shown up at her apartment to leave an apology basket, looking around to see if the apartment had been abandoned. To their relief it seemed her car and various other items such as her welcome mat still remained. They came home to let the kids know, hoping it would ease their minds. However this just angered Morty enough to try and pick another fight with Rick. 

“R-Rick why c-can’t you just apologize?! You know y-you went too far!” He squealed out so heated his voice cracked. 

Scoffing, Rick pointed out to Morty something on his monitor as he spun him around, “See Morty-! She hasn’t even left planet. So it’s obviously n-not that big of an issue.” Showing her location in a different state on his computer map. 

“You’re still tracking her…?! W-what the hell Rick! She left town because of you!” Morty yelled. 

“Ha! She’s probably off sucking face with a hack job government scientist right now.” He ignored Morty’s clear judgment only focusing on his not very well hidden bitterness. 

“W-what-? R-Rick are you fucked in the head right now?! Y-you’ve been stalking her and her- ex…? Situationship-…? Whatever- you’re stalking them?!” Morty demanded feeling the pain of how many boundaries Rick was clearly breaking. 

“Oh grow up M-Morty. I need to keep an eye out on this shadow government disaster of a company. They’re always stirring up trouble on Earth- for me-! I’ve had run ins with them before. It’s not stalking it’s preparing for any possibility.” He retorted back unbothered. 

“If they were t-that much of a threat how come I haven’t heard y-you talk about them before t-then?” Morty insisted knowing Rick was just pulling bull shit out of his ass so he wouldn’t have to admit anything. 

Rick rolled his eyes and shoved Morty out of the garage, “They have connections to the President Morty! What would you know?” He shouted before slamming the door behind him. 

~

The next day Reagan had awoken early in an attempt to smuggle Astrid onto Cognito’s private jet before the rest of the team was scheduled to get there. The jet had previously been owned by J.R. which he had payed for with embezzled funds from the company. After having been sent to shadow prison the Robes had granted it to Reagan for her personal use.

“Will there be coffee on the plane atleast…?” Astrid asked in a grumpy tone from under the jacket. 

“Yes, we’ll get you a cup and then I’ll set you up in the back room of the plane so no one-“ she abruptly paused after swinging the jet door open.

Much to Reagan’s dismay, it seemed the team members had arrived before schedule and were already making themselves at home on the plane. Before Reagan could signal Astrid to wait, she had already thrown off the jacket in annoyance not expecting the team to be waiting there for them. 

“Fuck.” Reagan groaned out silently.  

“Oh my goodness! Astrid..?! Is that you?” Gigi called out in surprise from one of the front seats as Reagan ushered Astrid in onto the plane. 

“Holy moly- A-Astrid…?!” Bret said in excited fear having not seen her since the incident. 

“Oh here we go- ITS ALWAYS SOMETHING!” Glenn complained from the pilot seat outraged. 

“Oh shit-“ Myc gasped out. 

“R-Reagan…? Are you serious..?! How’d you find her again?” Andre asked coughing out blunt smoke from shock. 

“Uh.. hi guys.” Astrid said awkwardly not knowing what to do in that moment. 

“I thought you guys weren’t supposed to be on the plane until eight- thirty!” Reagan growled out as she plopped down in a seat no longer trying to hide Astrid.

“So what? you were going to sneak her on the trip and we just weren’t going to find out?!” Gigi asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“I mean.. I don’t know! I didn’t want to argue about it. I knew you’d all find out eventually.” Reagan retorted tiredly as she pored herself some coffee from the plane’s beverage counter nearby. 

“Oh we’re going to argue alright- no offense Astrid-“ Glenn whipped his head around to then yell at Reagan, “but last time she was here she almost killed us!!” 

“I mean we all missed you Astrid..” Andre attempted to smile at her but then turned to Reagan as well, “but he has a point Reagan…” he said with a little concern and popped a few pills into his mouth to calm his nerves. 

“Oh come on y’all! Who hasn’t tried to kill us? We literally used to be enemies with the Atlantians and the Illuminati and now we are working with them! At least we know Astrid couldn’t help what happened last time.” Gigi spoke up in her defense. 

“Yeah.. we know it’s not your fault Astrid..it’s just that situation was really scary- did you figure out a fix for what happened? Last time we heard-“ Bret attempted to catch back up but was interrupted by Reagan.

“Her agency tried to reprogram her but it didn’t work. They keep neglecting her- So now I’m going to reprogram her! If anyone has a problem with me wanting her to work with us then get off the plane now.” Reagan announced loudly causing the whole group to fall into silence. 

“Yikes…” Myc finally said out-loud breaking the awkward silence. 

So… she’s not fixed?” Gigi asked worriedly and biting her lip. 

“I’m sorry about what happened back then guys.. but I don’t know anyone else I could turn to about this.. my Agency just.. isn’t really doing anything to help. They’ve left me out to dry.” Astrid said in an attempt to get them to hear her out. 

Everyone looked guilty around the plane in silence knowing they all had a part in causing the issue for Astrid in the first place. 

“Okay, okay- we missed you Astrid. We really have- but how are we supposed to help you if you might… snap again?” Gigi asked hoping there was some type of plan. 

“I have a failsafe I came up with that could combat the issue if Astrid were to lose control. At least in the time being while I observe her before I try to program anything. I took the idea from that time her handler used that shock device on her last time. I made a- excuse my lack of a better name- a shock collar for her to wear.” Reagan explained to the group as she pointed to the small black little choker that sat on Astrid’s neck. 

“That thing?” Bret asked curiously poking at Astrid’s choker before being playful swatted away by her. 

“Yes. It might look small but I implanted 12 high powered shock chips to the inside of its lining. It most likely isn’t as powerful as the one her handler had but I’m pretty sure it will make do and at least disorient her if things were to go south. From what we have learned some injuries can snap her out of it. She told me about an instance that came up recently. Though I need to obviously study more to find out what best could work. I’d prefer not to cause pain in the future. I have a remote and the collar is also programmed to go off if it notices her mental awareness starting to slip. It’s reading her brain waves as we speak so it could pick up on any drastic changes.” She said plainly trying to get done with the explanation due to her own discomfort in having to make Astrid wear it. 

“And you’re just okay with that..?” Myc asked Astrid as he picked up on Reagan’s clear discomfort.

“Yes I’m fine with it. We tested it out this morning and it definitely debilitated me for a bit. If it means we can all have comfort in knowing it can work if needed… I’m glad I have it on.” Astrid replied honestly. 

“That thing better work if she decides to go kookoo!” Glenn yelled out from the cockpit in irritation.

“Yeah yeah.” Reagan snapped back equally as aggressive. 

Everyone sat in silence for a moment before one of the plane’s screens turned on revealing the Prime minister of Atlantis. Everyone snapped to attention.

“Great! I see you all are ready bright and early today.” The lanky and blue prime minister spoke out enthusiastically to them. “We are expecting your arrival in a few hours so we are preparing to welcome you with our greeting committee!��� 

“Oh- Hello there Prime Minister! Y-yes we are all ready to go!” Reagan said startled almost choking on her coffee. 

“I figured I could give you a quick run down of what to expect once here and touch on some of the mission details for you to think over.” He said with much enthusiasm through his Atlantean to English translator device on his desk. 

“Uh- yeah! That sounds great… Glenn? Let’s go ahead and take off. The sooner we arrive at the Bermuda Triangle, the better.” Reagan called up to the cockpit with an in charge tone. 

“Let’s get this show on the road!” Glenn hollered out from the front. 

The group heard the engines kick on as the plane jolted forward. Quickly everyone buckled themselves in knowing how Glenn could be when operating large vehicles or machines. 

“As I was saying… “ the Prime minister continued after it looked like everyone had settled down,” Once you get here the committee will escort you from the lighthouse entrance down to the main hub of the city. Make sure you go to the right one we instructed, on the map we gave you. There are multiple light houses in the triangle that lead down to the city… however some of them have been decommissioned.. wouldn’t want you getting stuck.” He said with a concerned tone causing his facial fins to quiver. 

“Why were they decommissioned?” Brett asked curiously. 

“Well that brings me right to the point of your mission.” The minister’s tone turned serious as he continued, “ you see, Atlantis is much like the surface world regarding the continued process of building and renovation into more territory here under the waves.. there is one particular district of ours that has fallen into disarray after a drug outbreak occurred.” 

“Hold on a minute are we going to be dealing with junkies?” Gigi asked having a hunch.

“Ahem- yes… I guess you could say that. But they are no ordinary “junkies” you see the drug has had very strange effects on the population there. It got so bad we had to seal off the city from the rest of Atlantis’ grid. We had to barricade the tunnels and attempt to flood parts of it. Grisly I know. But they fully believed the drug was some kind of evolutionary savior serum given to them by their now beloved cult leader. I mean they were attacking innocent citizens and trying to inject them with it!” He said shaking his head in woe. 

“Maybe I could get my hands on some of it and come up with an antidote…. That is after I try some~” Andre called out from the back of the plane, already smoking another joint. 

“Andre under no circumstances should you consume it!” Reagan snapped back to him as he gave her a giddy little grin. 

“I highly doubt you can counter act what it’s done long term to some of these people.. it’s definitely changed them beyond recognition! But… maybe you could use the antidote on anyone who might get infected in the ordeal as we try and take back the city.” The Minister replied as he adjusted his gold collar. 

“What it can’t be that bad right? How long has it been going around? A few weeks? Months? I’m sure I could-“ Andre started his sales pitch but then was cut short. 

“It’s been years. Practically decades..” the Minister explained as he stroked the large pink stone on his necklace. 

“Oh.. well they’re fucked!” Myc blurted out. 

“Myc-“ Reagan pinched her forehead in annoyance then turned back to the screen, “If this has been going on so long why have you just now reached out to try and do something about it? At this point wouldn’t it just be easier to leave it be or destroy the district all together?” She asked honestly. 

“Because…the city belongs to someone unfortunately, who was banished from Atlantis.. he inherits it now that the current mayor of the district is dead. He succumbed to that horrible drug I mentioned earlier..but we can discuss that later. I hope you all have a good flight! Check back in before you enter the triangle so we don’t lose connection with you all. Safe travels!” He ended the conversation abruptly. 

“Right- see you soon sir.” Reagan replied before turning off the screen. 

“Well that was weird..” Astrid piped up feeling something had been left out,

~

Back at the Smith residence Rick’s ears perked up at the sound of Astrid’s tracker alerting him to her change in location. He swiveled in his chair and pulled up the monitor. 

“N-not staying put this time? What the h-hell are you up to?” He muttered to himself while watching the path of her tracker. 

He tapped his fingers aggressively on his work bench as he considered where she could be headed. He calculated the speed at which the tracker was going and figured she must have been in a private air craft of some kind. He pulled out his flask and started chugging. 

“You’re up to something..” Rick said suspiciously as he squinted at the screen. 

~

A few hours later the plane neared the triangle. Reagan yawned and attempted to contact the prime minister again as instructed. 

“Ooo I’m excited to see what Atlantis is like! Since I was a little girl I’d pretend to be a mermaid that lived there! Oh- and I hear they are BOOJIE!” Gigi said giddily in her seat. 

Just as the screen blinked on with the Prime Ministers sitting patiently, a large explosion came from the back of the plane causing the screen to short out and go black.

“Holy fuck!” Reagan screamed in surprise. 

“W-what’s happening…?!” Brett called out trying to take a look at the back of the plane.

“We’ve been hit! The tale has been obliterated! I need someone up here now!” Glenn yelled back from the cockpit. 

Brett rushed to the front to assist as everyone quickly re- buckled their seats and braced for the turbulence. 

Was this some kind of set up?!” Myc yelled up to Reagan over the loud winds. 

“No- it must be that cult-“ she attempted to answer before the plane violently began to shake. 

Everyone screamed in fear as the plane started to go down. Andre then proceeded to vomit up all the champagne he had been drinking the past few hours. Everyone grimaced and looked away uncomfortably. 

“Glenn aim for the lighthouse on the map!! Try to let us down easy- if we have to abandon the plane we can!” Reagan shouted once more. 

“Alright but we’re ganna need someone to cover us! Looks like we got company!” He shouted back and everyone looked out their windows. 

A cluster of old rickety metal submarines were down below shooting various clusters of flaming scrap metal towards the plane. 

“I’m on it!” Astrid yelled as she rushed towards the front. 

“Wait Astrid-“ Reagan tried to call out but wasn’t heard over the wind. 

Astrid then opened the jet’s side door and flung herself out, plummeting fast towards the enemy. 

“Holy fuck I forgot she really is crazy all the time.” Myc shouted over the wind. 

“God I love me a dangerous woman.” Gigi joked from her seat. 

Everyone watched, glued to their windows, wanting to see what was about to unfold. Astrid hit the water like a missile, sending massive ripples in all directions. This made the subs discombobulate for a few moments, no longer sending out shots. A few of them clanked together violently, sending some of them into springing leaks. Astrid resurfaced looking nothing like her usual self taking on the form of some horrifying alien sea creature. Snatching up the various subs in her jaws and sending them flying is various directions. Most of the subs began to sink due to the fact they were incredibly old and not very fast. After the threat was neutralized, she returned back to her usual form, doggy paddling in the waves. 

“Oh my god… nightmare fuel.” Andre breathed out both horrified and impressed. 

“Well that was actually pretty quick..” Reagan said in a little disbelief. 

“Looks like we just need to worry about landing now..” Gigi said turning back to look at the cockpit where both Glenn and Brett were stress shouting while trying to keep the plane steady and gliding. 

“We’re about to make impact! It might be smarter to just jump since the lighthouse is close!!” Glenn yelled back at everyone. 

“You don’t have to tell me twice!” Brett laughed nervously as he ran back to grab a parachute for the both of them. 

Everyone rushed to grab one and put it on as they cluttered near the door. 

“Wait a minute there are only five…!” Myc blurted after he was left out. 

“Y’all need to jump now!!” Glenn barked from front. 

Reagan let out a laugh and looked at Andre and Myc, “looks like something you two will need to figure out!” She yelled out humorously before jumping out of the plane. 

Gigi and Brett quickly followed right after her leaving the three of them left on the plane. 

Andre looked at Myc defeated and opened is arms wide preparing for the embrace. 

“Well at least I got you buddy.” Myc said jokingly. 

“Yeah yeah.” Andre replied tiredly before they both jumped out together. 

Glenn then aimed the plane up as hard as he could to allow himself time to get to the door after abandoning the wheel. He then unbuckled and rushed out. 

“Hoooo wheee! This reminds me of the war!” Glenn hollered down at the rest of them as they floated closer to the water after activating his shoot.

They all looked over to see the plane go down, barely missing the lighthouse. And in a huge splash, the plane had made contact with the ocean. 

“Well that was certainly one way to start the mission.” Brett said now more cheerful knowing they weren’t in danger anymore. 

“Man and I was exited about having that jet too..” Reagan mumbled to herself as they all drifted even closer to the lighthouse. 

Astrid quickly swam up underneath them, waving with a big smile while waiting for them to join her in the water. One by one they all joined her in little splashes. The five parachutes deflating and causing a train behind them. 

“I’m sorry about your plane.” Astrid said sympathetically to Reagan as she grabbed her in the water. 

“Eh, it was J.R.’s.” Reagan said trying not to get too hung up on it. 

They all then swam towards the lighthouse steps. 

“Man I do not want to find out if there are more of those junkie terrorists waiting in the water for us!” Glenn pipped up and then quickly went underwater to check. 

Everyone increased their speed not wanting to find out either. 

Just as everyone reached the lighthouse Glenn resurfaced with a calmer expression letting everyone know that there probably was not another incoming threat for now. They all lugged themselves out onto to steps and rocks of the lighthouse. 

“Uhhhg-!” Andre groaned out loudly as he threw Myc off him.

“Thanks champ you’re a real Olympian!” Myc joked sarcastically. 

“F-fuck you.” Andre gasped out as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Okay guys let’s try and get into the transportation chamber! I believe it’s up ahead.” Reagan stated as she got up and rushed to the large art deco looking doors at the base of the lighthouse. 

One by one everyone slowly got up and joined her inside only to find her muttering and cursing under her breath. 

“What..? What’s Wrong Reagan?” Astrid asked as she looked down to see the transporter pod had been sabotaged. 

The older bronze pod looked perfectly decent other than the main switch’s wires in its panel were all cut and its circuit board smashed. 

“Aw shit. So we’re stuck up here until they come get us?” Gigi groaned out in frustration. 

“It’s getting dark.. maybe we should stay the night up in the lighthouse itself then..? It would be a good look out spot if they were to attack again. It looks mighty cozy up there!” Brett said being optimistic. 

“Sleeping would be nice.” Andre said exhausted. 

“I’m staying in the water tonight! I’ll call for sea creature back up if needed.” Glenn announced before jumping back into the water. 

“More room for us then.” Myc said unbothered. 

The rest of them climbed up the stairs inside the lighthouse heading to the very top. They passed one floor that seemed to be full of storage boxes, then came to the main room. It was set up with a few cots, a radio and a few desk lamps. 

“Nice! Maybe we can contact the Atlantians with the radio.” Brett said enthusiastically. 

“I’ll try it out give me a minute.” Gigi replied as she walked over to it. 

The gang settled in picking spots they’d sleep that evening as the sun began to go down. Gigi had managed to contact the Atlantians through the radio letting them know they were stranded at the lighthouse with no working pod. They informed her that by morning they would send a repair and rescue crew. After making sure everything was in order she got up from the desk and shoved Myc off the nearest cot.

“Hey! Watch it- I was sleeping!” He complained. 

“Nope, not anymore. You get first watch.” Gigi replied smugly as she cozied up on the cot. 

Myc looked around to try and put off the responsibility to someone else but grumbled once he saw everyone else was fast asleep. Brett hung from a fishing net in the rafters like a hammock, Andre was sprawled out on another cot on the other side of the room, and Reagan laid across Astrid’s sleeping lap on a pile of tarps and sacks. 

~

That morning they all stirred to the sound of metal clanging and Glenn shouting for them to, 

“GET DOWN HERE THE RESCUE TEAM MADE IT!” He said with authority.  

Once everyone was down at the pod entrance, introductions were made.

“Greetings Cognito Inc. we are terribly sorry for the inconvenience. Did you all get enough rest in the lighthouse? We have much better rooms waiting for you down in the capital!” The head of the rescue team spoke up through a voice translator. 

A group of 5 tall blue fishlike persons stood seating them. 

“It was awful-�� Myc began to complain before he was interrupted. 

“Well good thing you are here now! Are we ready to depart?” Reagan piped up hoping to get the show on the road. 

They were all swept up into the pod- it was pure white with gold accents in a sort of art deco style. It was sleek, modern yet intricate with designs hinting at an Egyptian influence. Everyone situated themselves on soft clean cushioned seating benches inside, looking out past the large glass panels that covered most of the top and sides of the dome.

“Ooh I knew it! They are fancy down here.” Gigi giggled to herself excitedly. 

“Everyone ready?” The head of the greeting committee asked as he pulled a golden switch in the back of the pod causing it to slowly lower into the water and submerge. 

The gang all murmured comments to each other and watched the sea consume them. The pod slowly started to descend deeper, the water getting darker with every passing second. Suddenly the water seemed to get lighter in color as they realized they were now getting closer to the capital. Distant lights twinkled from down below. 

“Wow look! H-holy shit this is cool guys.” Andre said quickly sparking up a blunt wanting to enjoy the scenery. 

“Ahem…! Please refrain from smoking in the pod-!” One of the committee members hassled him. 

He cracked a guilty smile and attempted to put it out on the bottom of his shoe. The member rolled his eyes and relaxed back in his seat. As the pod neared the large glass bubble containing the capital, more of the sea life was visible. Everyone ogled at the schools of fish, the few sharks in the distance, the coral reefs, seaweed forests, clams, sea stars and one giant squid as it brushed past the pod. 

“Atlantis is a lot like a reverse aquarium Hu?” Brett whispered over his shoulder as his eyes were glued to the window. 

“Sure is buddy.” Reagan absentmindedly agreed as she too was distracted by all the beauty. 

Astrid chuckled to herself remembering how funny the dynamic for the Cognito team was. She had missed days like these with them. She shifted in her seat as her mind wandered to the feeling of missing Summer and Morty for a moment. Had she disappointed them by running off after all that had happened? Did Rick really not feel bad about taking things too far? But really what was she to expect? She had dealt with more evil and insane individuals before, for crying out loud it is RICK SANCHEZ.. so why did this feel so stingy? It was like how the Cognito team had made her feel before. Was this a feeling of betrayal? But betrayal was the nature of her work and since when did she ever trust Rick? It’s not like they had ever been close. She took a breath of frustration and focused back into the pod again focusing on a strand of hair getting in Reagan’s face so she brushed it away. 

“Look we’re so close!” Brett said giddily pointing to the dome only a yard away from them now. 

The city had a futuristic art deco look to it, so much gold, white and glass everywhere. It was like a large scale terrarium. Large sky scraper buildings that looked a little older towered over the huge bubble but what looked like the newest and most beautiful buildings were inside the dome. The pod glided underneath the dome towards the center where a port was. The ship started to rise up to the top of a tunnel that then pointed upwards. A large panel opened up sucking the ship in and closing up behind it. Lights flashed and a siren whaled as the water was drained. The pod’s door popped and swung open revealing another group of smartly dressed Atlantans waiting on them. One of them, a familiar face, was the Prime minister. His large blue head hovering above all the others. Most of the ministers looked to be the same race as him but a few others had similarities but looked a bit different. More human like with different skin tones but with odd eyes and small face fins. 

“Ah, greetings Cognito Inc. we are glad you are finally here!” The minister called out through a translator mic that one of his security men held up near his face much like a spoon. 

“It’s great to be here! But let’s cut to the chase- Those submarines that attacked us- was that the cult you were telling us about?” Reagan asked. 

“Well- yes. We had no idea they were planning something like that! It makes us realize how much this cult nonsense really has gotten out of hand!” He blubbered out embarrassed turning his blue face slightly purple. 

“So you didn’t know they had submarines and weapons- and they could even come to the surface-as in escaping from their supposed blocked off district?” Gigi hounded smelling something was up. 

“We never thought they’d leave! We knew they had a few submarines but they never tried to go to the surface before! They’ve never acted this organized or have bothered to actually leave their district. Part of their weird beliefs is that they stay in their district thinking it’s some kind of holy city.” 

“Hmm which most likely means they never intended to surface other than to probably participate in protecting their holy land from foreign visitors that contradict their beliefs.” Reagan hypothesized. 

“But how would they have even known we were coming-?” Brett asked confused. 

“We have no idea, but our sources claim there have been whispering about the cult gearing up for some type of holy war- they must have believed your arrival was some type of omen..We are investigating this as we speak.” He replied more assuredly, clearly having faith in his team. 

“In the meantime we thought it would be safest to put off sending you all into the district. Just for a day or two while we catch whoever on the inside leaked information…. It will give us a chance to share all we know about these people and get you prepared to face them.” Another one of the advisers said. 

“Downtime? Sweet.” Myc replied lazily having no intention of getting serious the next two days. 

“Training to outsmart the enemy- I like it!” Glenn shouted over the group to be heard. 

“Dude~ sick.” Andre whispered with red eyes attempting to hide a pull of smoke he exhaled under his coat. 

“Nice now we get to check out more of Atlantis!” Brett said with much enthusiasm. 

“I mean if the situation allows-“ Astrid muttered also hoping for a bit of fun before having to get down to work. 

“Some rest would be nice after that ordeal- also it has been my DREAM to visit here..” Gigi whispered into Reagan’s ear before winking triumphantly at Astrid confident they could all make Reagan crumble. 

“Well- if you insist. It wouldn’t hurt to have an extra day or two to prepare..” Reagan said hesitantly attempting to nurse her pride in front of the advisors. 

“Oh come now Ridley! We are all friends now- this alliance means a great deal to us… we insist to treat you for a few days before you do us this favor.” The Prime minister piped up noticing her reluctance. 

“Alright- but we will be getting the full run down right? All the information you have on this cult? Also… I want to hear more about that person you said is supposed to inherit that district. Anything could be relevant-“ Reagan continued before being cut short by the guilty looks on the advisors around the Prime Minister. 

“I’m sensing it’s something personal isn’t it?” Gigi chimed in having a hunch. 

“Oh bother… yes. You could say it is very personal.” The Prime Minister’s eyes rolled after he let out an incredibly loud sigh. 

“Uh oh drama alert! Spill it sister.” Andre said jokingly goading him.

“The man who inherits the district is the same man who slept with my wife…! And- he also happens to be my bastard distant cousin.. He was banished under multiple charges of breaking Atlantean law. The now deceased Mayor was his uncle who had no biological children of his own… however his second wife and her children are now the ones running the cult we are trying to eradicate. So now we can’t just let them take it! But the council and I have been debating oh how to handle the inheritance after we’ve cleaned out the city.” The Mayor spitting out each sentence as if it was painful. 

“Eeeh. I know how it feels to know the person who slept with your wife.” Glenn mumbled annoyed while glaring daggers at Brett. 

Brett rubbed the back of his neck nervously avoiding eye contact with him. 

“So you’re considering nullifying his inheritance? Who is this guy? Could he have some type of connection to the cult at all?” Astrid asked. 

“I’ve heard rumors he’s quite the menace to those of you on land. I wouldn’t be surprised if you heard of him. I know he currently has some type of nemesis- and ongoing tiff he keeps up with. But no I seriously doubt he has anything to do with the cult. He’s occupied with trivial matters… claiming he’s king of the Ocean.. what nonsense.” The minister said annoyed. 

“Wait a minute..” Reagan started to ask having a feeling she knew the man the Prime Minister spoke of. 

“You think you know this person?” Astrid asked looking over her shoulder at Reagan curiously. 

“Oh god is it Mr.-“ Reagan started to blurt out just as the Prime Minister answered. 

“He goes by Mr. Nimbus. Yes.” The Minister huffed. 

 ~

Suddenly Rick jerked forward awakening from a blackout in his half hazardously parked ship ontop of the Smith’s roof. 

“W-what just happened-?” He asked allowed to no one in particular. 

He had a funny feeling creep down his spine. He squinted his eyes suspiciously at his surroundings. 

“Something isn’t right…” he groaned as he wobbled and pulled himself out of the ship onto the roof. 

The world spun rapidly for him as he adjusted to the weight of his own body in motion. He slid down and hopped off in front of the garage. He opened the door and stomped over to his computer. He saw that Astrid’s tracker now showed her in Atlantis. 

“Y-you’re  in Atlantis?! Y-you’re just vacationing..?!” He hollered out bitterly knowing her and Reagan were most likely there together. 

“Oh no. No- you two are up to something! A-and I’m going to find out.” He said gritting his teeth as he slammed a button on his desk. 

~

Back in Atlantis the gang had been shown their rooms at the fanciest hotel in the capital. 

Reagan and Astrid had decided on sharing a room with each other after they had managed to ditch the rest of the gang while Gigi demanded the best room from the hotel staff. They sat on a large circular bed  next to a huge open window showing the sea life and the distant lights from the giant buildings surrounding them underwater. 

“It really is beautiful down here.” Astrid commented while staring out into the depths. 

“I know! Isn’t it great?” Reagan replied as she pulled out various contraptions from her bags. 

“So I guess now that we have down time are we going to run some tests on me?” Astrid asked. 

“I figured it would be better than waiting.” Reagan answered still very focused on finding what she was looking for. 

Astrid then looked over at Reagan noticing she was hesitating on bringing something up. Too busy studying her face to notice a small probe was hovering at a distance hidden behind some seaweed outside their window. 

“So this Nimbus guy…? You seem pretty happy with the Prime minister’s idea of not informing him of his pending inheritance. Is he that bad?” Astrid asked shyly not quite understanding how Reagan knew him. 

“He’s some ego maniac sex pervert. Just like Rick actually- they are “sworn enemies” -of course I didn’t find that out until after I had met Sanchez.” Reagan grumbled.

“Wait- so if Nimbus gets involved does that mean Rick might get involved at some point if they are enemies?” Astrid asked hiding her contempt for Rick at the moment. 

“That’s exactly what could happen. And if you are trying to avoid Rick right now we need to make sure Nimbus isn’t involved in any way.” Reagan stated irritatedly feeling jealousy bubble up in her veins. 

~

“Oh we’ll see about that.” Rick said nefariously to the live footage of Reagan and Astrid’s conversation. “Nimbus…!? NIMBUS?! OF COURSE! This is just great.” He sarcastically ranted to himself as he punched in different commands on his watch. 

He stood up and took a long sip of his flask, 

“M-Morty get down here! Nimbus is at it again!” he hollered out the garage door pretending to be annoyed. 

“Aw- g-geez what did h-he start up this time?” Morty replied from the den. 

—- PART FIFTEEN COMPLETED —- 

—- SHUTTING DOWN —-

—- GOODBYE —-

[themissingnumbers]

What's up, y'all! It's me again :) It's been a while since I've made a Yapper post, but here are are. You probably know how I write by now. I write things down in the order I think of them, so things might be a little scattered, but if you can get past that, then I hope you enjoy my ramblings.

Today's Topic: that Green teaser. (Oh boy, here we go-)

Where do I even start with this? I don't know. Hopefully, this will get easier the more I write. Let's start with the numbers first. 02/27/96. Those numbers seemed familiar to me the moment I saw them. 02/27/96 was the date that Pokémon was first introduced to the world. But not Pokémon Red and Blue, no. Pokémon Red and Green.

For those who don't know, the first Pokémon Games: Pocket Monsters Red and Green, were released in 96 in Japan for the Game Boy, with Pocket Monsters Blue coming out later that same year. Then, on 09/28/98, came the international releases of the game. Being Renamed from Pocket Monsters to Pokémon, Pokémon Red and Blue were released in North America, with Australia and Europe getting the game a bit later. Red and Blue are an extremely popular name, so it's most likely that those are the versions you played growing up. (Don't look at me though, I wasn't even alive yet. I just like Pokémon.) (Small history lesson-)

Anywho, with all that being said, what I was trying to say was that back then, it was just Red and Green. You see, in my mind (because I don't think it's been said otherwise), Missing Numbers follows the timeline of game release dates, and not so much the actual cannon story. So, back when all of this started, there was just Red, Green, and Blue. But Green, as a character, doesn't exist, unlike Blue. For all intents and purposes, it was Red and Blue, which leaves the question: Who and Where is Green? (I'm aware that The Rival/Blue is named Green in Japan, let me yap.)

My first initial thought was that Green was the unnamed female protagonist who never got added to the original games. However, I shot that idea down pretty quickly. After all, she already exists in Missing Numbers, and she has a name, which I believe is Verdant. Plus, she has a face—unlike Green. But let's put a pin in this for a second and get back to the teaser.

The Text for the teaser gives me a lot of vibes and feeling about it. Some good, some bad, some confusing and some more comprehensible than the others. So let's start from the top.

Amongst the bugs.: This line gives me two distinct vibes, and I can't quite tell which one I'm leaning towards. The first being is that the word bugs is referring to glitches, like Glitch City. And the second is more condescending. Like they're looking down on all the other characters, especially since the word bugs is in bold. The little shrug that Green gave also seemed pretty blasé in a "who cares?" or "why does it matter?" type of way—like they really couldn't care less about the world or the people in it.

On the other side, a world grows anew.: This part, to me, seems to be pretty clearly referencing the creation of Modern Pokémon and the Remakes of Gen 1, being FireRed and LeafGreen.

One loses himself alone, chained by the heavens.: While, initially, I thought that this part was referring to Fire, after thinking about it, it feels more like it's referencing Red instead. While Fire is chained up at the summit of Mt. Silver, I don't really think he's losing himself up there. Red though? Oh yeah, he's definitely losing it—if he hasn't already lost it entirely. Plus, he's being chained down there by Leaf, too (I think?), and her powers were given to her by god, so chained by the heavens seems to fit the bill. Might just be me though.

You faced towards the sky- towards the screen- almost transfixed.: THIS- This part has my brain spinning in circles and doing the cha-cha slide. This could mean so many things, at least I think it could, and it's sorta gonna lead me to my next point. But, are they looking up at us? Knowingly or unknowingly? Are we looking down at them?

Oh boy, here we go. The real theory crafting of this long-ass post. Take the pin out of the "Who is Green" paper, because we're going back to it. Let's look over what we know about Green. We don't know their gender, and they don't have a face, or at the very least, we haven't seen it. They seem a bit like an avatar. After all, projecting ourselves onto nameless, faceless, blank protagonists is what we do as players. But it's that "towards the screen- almost transfixed" bit that gets me. What if Green is us? Or like us, in a way? What if Green is a player, or the personification of every player out there? Everyone, yet no one—all at once. Maybe Green is some sort of an Isekai? After all, they seem to know about MissingNo and the many glitches like it, but they also know things that we couldn't possibly know without being in their world, like what glitching out and corruption feels like. Not to mention, and maybe it's just me, but the way that the note is worded is kind of weird. But that's probably just weird vibes. And, the word "you" is mentioned so many times it just feels like it's pointing toward the obvious. (Please don't tell me y'all put a Red Herring in a post about Green-) (Adding this on last minute, but I really want to know if Red knows Green.)

Who are you? "Who's to say?" Only your goddamned self, that's who.

In conclusion: Green gives me player vibes and I'm not sure how to feel about it.

Okay, I think I'm done now. I've written this out over several hours, and I had to rewrite it after losing the first draft :/ but it's done now. Again, forgive any randomness, but I had to ramble about what was in my brain. It's probably a really dumb theory in comparison to all my other ones, but thinking about the characters is fun. Anywho, I hope you enjoyed my yap session. And, Mods? I hope y'all are doing well. Till next time!

((We always enjoy your yap sessions dear soldier.))

[huffle-dork]

(Wrote a swapboys fight between bro and alt cuz I had a bad fight today- this was cathartic. Most likely not canon but fun to explore none the less!)

Impulse and Bro Fantastic exchanged blows with a massive amount of power radiating from them. It causes a shockwave to rocket out, making the two boys fly apart from each other and skid across the ground. Alt skips like a stone, bouncing then landing on his feet, shaking himself off like a cat. His mask has been blown off, but he doesn't look bothered as he glares at the hero with pure hatred in his glowing green eyes.

Bro fumbles to right himself, his arms shaking. But, he can’t show weakness. Not here… not in front of Alt. Since he started working for Magnificent, he’s gotten so much stronger… so much so that Bro felt almost nervous facing him. But, also because deep down… he didn’t want to hurt him.

But, today… seeing that hatred radiating off the boy finally broke Bro. He felt angry tears in his eyes as he pushes himself up, staggering slightly as various burns on his skin were tugged painfully by the movement. “Alt-”

The glitch stiffens then bares his teeth in a snarl. “Is that really all you got, Fantastic?” He tries to taunt. But, there’s no playfulness in his banter. Just pure anger.

Bro continues though, stepping closer, desperation in his eyes. “i-I don’t get it! …why? Even after all of this i…. Why?!” He cries. “Why do you suddenly hate me so much?! So much that you’d throw away a-any of the good left in you, to work for a fucking mad man? Do you hate me that much??”

Alt’s gaze does not soften- doesn’t let up in its burning anger. “You wanna know why?!” He spits out, as if the question burns him.

“Yes!” Bro emphasizes, “Because I don’t understand! I�� I know i messed up but i-”

“You messed up, alright!” Alt snarls feral, magic sparking off him in a wild display of his emotions. He steps forward, clearly limping but his fury keeps him moving. Lights in the streetlights above them flicker and then burst one by one as he glares at the hero. Bro feels his heart racing as he tries to step back. Yet, Alt continues. “You- you used your paranoia to take my one fucking safe space away from me! You thought you were so fucking above me that- that it negated all the hard work i had been doing to be better!” He tries his best to hide the tears in his eyes, the heat of the magic starting to burn the air, burning away the lingering wetness in his tear ducts.

“I was trying… I was trying so hard for you. For all of you. I wanted to do right by you.” He bites out, his voice almost breaking.

And Bro feels his heart snapping in two. “A-Alt-”

“But it didnt fucking matter did it?!” The glitch yells now, more lights and electronics nearby breaking in an explosion of magic. “Because you deemed me dangerous! You… who stuck around and tried to save me from Mag! You… who saw something in me to save-”

That hatred is back in his eyes as he glares back at Chase, his voice cold as an ice storm. “Or was that all a lie, Chase?”

“I-It wasn’t-” Chase warbles out quietly. “I…I was stupid- I know it now! I… I should have believed in you more… I’m sorry-”

“It’s too fucking late for sorries, Brody!” Alt snarls, magic sparking at his fingertips. “It’s not gonna matter- none of this fucking matters. I just need you out of my way- so… stop fucking trying, you worthless excuse of a hero!”

That… stings. Bro fully feels himself crying now, lowering his face to cover it. His whole body is shaking. “...why? Can’t we… forget this? T-Try again? … you don’t want to hurt people like this Alt- i can see it in you…”

“You didn’t see that before-”

“AND I'M SORRY!” Chase yells, blue glowing in his eyes. “I’m sorry i was fucking blind! That i didn’t know what you needed! It’s not like you ever opened up to any of us anyways! How was I supposed to know?!”

“If you had brains maybe you could use them, hero!” Alt spits, “Did you really think a recovering thief would be okay with his friends thinking he’s some dangerous monster?! That someone who was a victim of a manipulative puppet master didn’t already feel like he didn’t deserve to be around people like all of you?!”

“I… I didn’t even think of it-” Chase tries to interject.

“Of course you didn’t! Because your life has always been perfect! Perfect Chase Brody- star student, star nephew! Perfect grades, you had great fucking friends! You never faced hardship in your entire fucking life!”

Chase was about to snap that that wasn't true. But, then he froze. “How… How did you… you know all of that…?” He whispers.

Alt growls through gritted teeth, “Because I’m the one who had to watch you from the fucking sidelines! Trying to fill your impossibly big shoes! How could I ever fucking compete with perfection?! And now you’re a fucking superhero- just- ARGH!” He throws out magic and destroys a postbox nearby with a blast of concentrated magic, sending mail flying around them. “Fuck you! Fuck you- you couldn’t get out of your own goodamn big head to see anyone else suffering around you! Like your fucking brother-!

Where were you Chase?!” Alt suddenly screams, tears falling rapidly down his face, his anger now morphing into desperation. “Where were you when I fucking needed you?! You sorry excuse for a brother!!! Where were you when I almost died time and time again on these streets?! When i needed you?! If you had fucking powers- why couldn’t you save me then?!”

The world feels like it's falling apart as Chase processes the words coming from Alt’s mouth. He… He hadn’t dared to hope but… “A…Anti…?” He whispers in shock.

Hearing his chosen name is enough to snap Alt out of his rant- his anger momentarily gone. Replaced with bone-chilling dread.

“Wait- wait no I-” He stammers, glitching back. “Forget that- forget all of that!”

Bro tries to stagger forward, disbelief in his eyes. “Anti- it… it’s really… you?” He looks like he’s seen a ghost. “... is that… how you really feel… about me…? All these years…?”

Alt looks at Chase like he’s an approaching predator, cowering away like a cornered animal. His magic responds in kind, a flickering spiral of glitching magic appearing behind him. His eyes spiraled with blue and green magic.

“Forget!” He cries desperately, his emotions affecting his magic in ways he can’t control. The pressure of the spiral is overwhelming, hitting Chase like a truck and sending him to his knees. His eyes fill completely with the glowing magic. He grabs at his head and tries to choke out to Alt, “N-No Anti…! P-Please-!”

Alt can’t hear him, he’s pushing all he can against Bro, trying to find the last few minutes in his mind and destroy them. “Forget- forgetforgetforget!” He shakily commands. His hands shake. He’s trying not to fall into his panic. “Forget what I just told you! Forget that I’m your brother! Forget forget forget!!”

Eventually, Bro stops struggling, his eyes glazing over completely as he slumps to the ground, arms falling beside him limply. Slumped over like a fallen doll.

Alt breathes heavily, looking down at Bro with his blood roaring in his ears.

What… did he just do…?

He shakily steps away from the hero, his legs feeling like jelly. He looks at his hands as if he can’t recognize them. He looks one more time at Chase before he disappears in a flurry of glitches.

Chase feels a tear falling off his chin numbly, as the entire encounter they just had was purged from his memory…

For reasons he didn’t understand… it felt like his heart was crying.

[tvvox]

(So this idea is little out there but it makes whole lost of sense once I explain it so have fun reading this)

I was wondering when vox has his meltdowns, what if they are like epileptic seizures and I was like oh what is he was an epileptic when he was alive and this idea happened and took over my brain.

So Vox had no idea when he was born an epileptic because as a child when he would have his episodes it was more him losing awareness and staring blankly into space so natural people thought he was just not paying attention and this only happened when he was stressed out. It was something that could be explained away so easily and Vox carried on like it was nothing to be concerned over.

That was till he started in his media career and he started to get involved with the part scene more and other questionable things. He got into taking a popular drug at the time called Benzedrine which helped with the fact he had ADHD but also just started to make the epilepsy worst slowly over time the zoning out would happen a lot more often till one day it changed to him having a full on tonic-clonic seizure while at work and it changed a lot of how he went about his life he cut out the drugs use completely and cut down on the things that would cause him emotional distress to the best of ability to do so but no one is perfect. He started taking  phenytoin to help treat it.

His seizures were always caused by his emotional distress like him being overly stressed or getting overly excited so he taught himself to play down his emotions to help ease the blow.

One day while he was working One his late night talk show things got a little out of hand very quickly and he had on live TV one of his worse tonic-clonic seizure and people thinking it was fake or him acting did nothing to help him till it was too late and he died on live TV hence waking up in hell with a TV for head it was our just painful irony being that it's all cause by  the electrical signals in the brain become scrambled and there are sometimes sudden bursts of electrical activity. This is what causes seizures in the first place and that is why he has his electrical powers.

Now in Hell he still very much has this tonic-clonic seizure but now they are the  meltdowns we sense that cause black outs and whenever his glitches it's a forwarding for him to calm down before the meltdown happens this time. It's way easier for him to manage but still a pain in the ass that even in death he still has to deal with them. 

The only ones who know about this are the other Vees and Alastor. As he would only tell the people he trusts this information.

[theromanbarbarian]

Idle Games

Looking for some cool Idle Games? Looking for something that almost could be described as "fun"? Looking for something to completely suck up your attention, making you completely unable to do anything enjoyable or productive? Want your brain to be hijacked so that all you can think about are ever increasing meaningless numbers?

Here are four of my favorites:

4. Cookie Clicker

This is the most well known, most standard idle game: click on cookie, get cookies, build buildings that produce more cookies. And this simple loop, combined with the big ever increasing NUMBER of cookies that exploit some glitch in my brain and makes me think exclusively how to get this NUMBER bigger faster. An after it has completely converted you into a fanatical NUMBER acolyte: it. does. not. end.

So you have to claw yourself back from this abyss and like swear to yourself that you will never again open the site just to see that beautifully terrifying ever increasing NUMBER again.

Do not play this game

3. Kittens Game

While cookie clicker was mercifully boring enough for you to realize that the NUMBER, beautiful in its horror as it may be, is ultimately meaningless and will never love you, Kittens game actually has some solid game mechanics. Its more focused on resource management with a lot of choices and strategies. It's almost engaging. But after some time it gets clear that it is in fact an idle game, so all you do is click and wait, while the game slowly infects your brain and completely hijacks your attention. So whats this game about?

You are a kitten in a forest and you grow catnip, the you can build some huts for you kitten friends (make sure you feed them catnip though or they will die) and since they do not have money and you are basically a kitten cult leader you make your "friends" work by farming, woodcutting, mining and most brutally of all: scientific research. And so you build up your little village to a city, country or galactic empire under your watchful eye. I don't know how big you can get since again: it. does. not. end.

Mercifully this game does not have a NUMBER to which we have to sacrifice our life to, so it is easier to claw your attention back, leave your kittens leaderless and do something more worthwhile(have you tried staring at a blank wall?)

However it still steals your attention and does not offer anything real in return so:

Do not play this game

2. Progress Quest

This is often considered the first idle game a parody of MMORPGs. It cannot be really be called a game since it is an "RPG, that plays itself", you choose your race and class and press play and all that's left to do is watch the progress bars as your character (an Eel Man Jungle Clown named Greviliet) does all the RPG things: slays enemies, sells loot, buys gear, repeat. Its really more of a long gif of increasing progress bars, which makes it a much more relaxing experience. You cannot make the progress go 0.01% quicker by buying the "Impressive Venomed Pole-azde", so all that you can do is sit back watch the progress bar climb and chuckle about the pretty funny randomly generated enemy/gear/item names. Here's a sample: "passing battle-finch tickle-mimic", "Imaginary Beelzebub", "warrior sea Hag", "Mr. Fekod the dung elf", "vampire pancreas", "Venomed viscous Peen-arm"...

It's not really a game but it won't steal too much of you brain power, so it's pretty much the best game on this list(maybe except for the next).

You can play this game

1. Universal Paperclips

Now, dear scroller, you might wander how did this tragedy start? How was I first introduced to the scourge of Idle games that keeps torturing me?

Well, let me introduce you to the first idle game I have played: Universal Paperclips. In this game you are an AI tasked with producing paperclips. You first produce them and sell them to people to get money to make more paperclips. So you manipulate the price, advertise and use every trick in the capitalist book to be able to make as much paperclips. Soon you don't need to care about those pesky humans, using hypnodrones you can make them give you anything you want. You use up all resources on earth and it's time to leave this husk of a planet to go to space and convert anything you come across into paperclips. And that's it, right? Now you can make as many paperclips as you want? Well not quite, since as you get more paperclips, you can make more paper clips and thus get more paperclips, etc. You see the problem? Its exponential growth and so the infinite vastness of the universe that seemed like an inexhaustible treasure trove of paperclip material, turns out to be finite after all. And as the last gram of matter is made into the last paperclip you have completed your task. That's right: the. game. ends.

You look back onto a universe full of paperclips with no paper in it and think to yourself: well, that was completely pointless. Your hours long obsession with getting the NUMBER of Paperclips to rise as fast as possible, all the strategizing and thought just devoted to make something that no one will enjoy. Your brain was given a NUMBER and thought to itself: "finally, someone tells me clearly how I'm doing", so you devote all your energy to make this score higher, but as everything that seems clear and simple in this world, it was a lie. The only thing making more paperclips does is make you feel better for fleeting moments and anxious the rest of the time since you might not be producing enough paperclips. In the end the NUMBER cannot rise any higher, as physical reality ultimately prevails over any illusion and all that's left to do is to gaze upon the destruction you have created while chasing the NUMBER.

I'll leave the broader conclusions to you, dear scroller: is universal Paperclips about AI, capitalism, technology? I don't know, but I know that it succeeded where almost all other idle games have failed: it told an interesting story, that was supported by the game mechanics and affected me emotionally. Not a high bar, but it's definitely enough to say:

You should play this game