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itsallyscorner · 4 years ago

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Ooooh can I do positions with Sebastian Stan???

Omg hi!!!🖤 Thank you sm for the request, I hope you like it!🥰

Thank you for the requests!! And thank you for the support love! I hope you enjoy this and my other requests (which I need to do soon)!🖤🥰 @its-izzys

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a/n: Decided to switch it up for this one and made the song about Seb’s feelings towards the reader:)

warnings: Some smut for you filthy animals😉

Heaven sent you to me

I'm just hopin’ I don't repeat history

It has been known that Sebastian has poor judgement in romantic partners. Now, that doesn’t apply to everyone he’s dated but there are a few who were just out of line. Everyone knew he wasn’t the best at relationships. His family, friends, heck even his fans could see through the facade of his so called “girlfriends”. He could never tell the difference between someone who’s using him and someone who genuinely liked him. Sebastian was one to be intoxicated with his feelings and loses himself in the moment. Which was probably why he never found anything wrong with the ‘candid’ paparazzi pictures or the constant posting of proof that someone was with him.

You were different from all the other girls he had dated. You were like Spring to his Winter. You symbolized a new beginning for him. Like how Spring would mark the beginning of a new season with its blossoming flowers and the awakening of animals, you brought liveliness to his cold and dark life. You actually terrified him to the core. He was afraid to fall for you because you were well off on your own. In his head you didn’t need him, but he needed you. You kept the grown man on his toes and without you he was not sure how he would survive.

Unlike the other girls, he was scared to loose you. Not only were you the most loyal, selfless, kindest, and caring person he knew. But he knew you genuinely loved him for him. He knew that you could care less about the fame, his social status, or the money. You wanted him for him. You wanted him at his worst, at his best, all parts of him. And it terrifies him that he could fuck it all up in an instant and loose you completely. If that happened he wouldn’t know what to do because he’s never experienced a love like yours. Compared to the others, he wasn’t going to repeat history and make stupid decisions, this time he was going to try and not fuck it up.

Boy, I'm tryna meet your mama on a Sunday

Then make a lotta love on a Monday (Ah, ah)

Never need no (No), no one else, babe

’Cause I'll be

Sebastian would do anything to make you happy. Seeing that contagious smile on your face always gave him butterflies in his stomach that made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“Hey Sebba?” You asked as you knocked on the wall of his home office one day. Sebastian’s eyes leave the script he had been reading for the past hour and a half as he turned to your figure leaning against the doorframe. You were cladded in one of his sweatshirts and a pair of those biker shorts that made your bum look incredible.

“How was your nap, draga?” He was about to get up from his swivel chair when you motioned for him to stay. You settled yourself onto his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck.

Resting your cheek against his head you began to play with the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck.

“It was good. Except someone wasn’t there when I woke up.” You softly answered as Sebastian pressed light kisses along your neck.

“The bed was cold without you.” You frowned against his hair. The scent of his shampoo filling up your senses.

“I’m sorry, I got excited when the script came and I couldn’t help myself.” He apologized as his squeezed your hips.

“Yeah, I know.” You chuckled as you leaned back to look down at him. He stared up at you with those ocean eyes that you just wanted to constantly dive into.

“Oh! I forgot to ask you.” You jumped in his lap as you remembered the text your mother had sent you earlier that morning. Sebastian nods at you, “What’s up?”

He saw how you slightly shrunk into your body and how your arms unwrapped around him so you can fiddle with your fingers. A little tic you had when you were either nervous or embarrassed. Sebastian comfortingly pressed his large warm hand against your back as the other took one of your hands into his.

“So...um. My mom’s birthday is during the weekend and we’re planning on having a dinner party with the family.” You started as you looked at your and Sebastian’s connected hands.

“My mom said she’d like it if you came along. She wants to finally meet you and she thinks the rest of the family would too.” You finished as you glanced up at him.

You were quick to tell him that it was his choice. You didn’t want to pressure him into suddenly meeting your family. Though it would be nice for him to finally meet everyone, you had to respect whether he was ready or not.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’d love to come!” He immediately agreed, a wide smile on his face that made the sides of his eyes crinkle. Your head snaps up to him in shock. You were expecting to find a playful glint in his eyes but it was nothing but sincerity and joy.

“Wait, you want to meet my family?”

“Of course I do, draga. It’s your family we’re talking about! They’re the most important people in your life and it’d be an honor to meet all of them.” He explained as he gripped both of your hands. Sebastian felt himself smile when he saw the corners of your lips raise to your cheeks.

“You have no idea how much this means to me, Seb. Thank you!” You excitedly wrapped your arms around him again pulling him into a suffocating hug. You felt his chest vibrate against yours as he chuckled.

He hummed as he savored the feeling of your limbs wrapped around him and how elated he felt when you were around him. Wrapping his arms around your figure he mumbled into your ear, “Plus, I should finally thank your parents for creating the love of my life.”

Switchin' them positions for you

Cookin' in the kitchen and I'm in the bedroom

I'm in the Olympics, way I'm jumpin' through hoops

Know my love infinite, nothin’ I wouldn’t do

That I won't do, switchin’ for you

The aroma of spices lingered around the house after the delicious dinner Seb had cooked. You guys decided to have an at home date night since the two of you weren’t in the mood to get all dressed up for a restaurant. Plus Sebastian had just gotten back from the airport after months on end of filming in Atlanta.

The two of you were now out on the balcony of your shared apartment sipping on glasses of wine. The two of you looked out towards the city as you leaned against Sebastian’s chest. There wasn’t much talking, just the sounds of the city and each other’s breathing.

“Thank you for dinner. Although, it should’ve been me cooking for you, because you literally just came back from filming.” You turn around in his arms as you admire the man in front of you.

“No, I wanted to cook for you. You’ve been so understanding with my job and the hectic schedules. Plus we had to be apart for so long, I owe you.” Sebastian explained as he moved a strand of hair from your face.

You shook your head at him, “You don’t owe me anything, Seb. You’re just doing your job and I understand that.”

“No, I do. I get that we had our night time calls and FaceTime sessions but it just isn’t the same as being in person with you.” He started.

“You’ve been so supportive and patient with me. While I’ve left you waiting here for so long.” He shook his head at himself before looking down at you. His blue eyes now dark with longing and lust. He leaned down to brush his nose against yours. His plush lips leaving a lingering kiss on your own.

“Let me take care of you, (y/n).”

Perfect, perfect

You're too good to be true (You're too good to be true)

But I get tired of runnin', fuck it

Now, I’m runnin' with you (With you)

Sebastian laid you down gently on the cool comforter of the bedroom. The atmosphere around you two felt heavy as your lips clashed together with desperation and passion. Though the months of not seeing each other were miserable, it began to all feel worth it when you felt his touch for the first time again.

Your hands roamed his body, only stopping when they were hovering over his sweatpants, where a bulge was starting to form. Sebastian pulled away from your lips and took your hand, placing it to rest along his shoulder.

“No, don’t worry about me. This is about you, I just want to focus on you.” His voice was soft and quiet compared to the events that were about to go down between you two.

He gazed down at you for a moment before his palm came up to rest against your cheek. He latched his lips onto yours, nipping at your bottom lips to grant his tongue access into your mouth. Your tongues poked and licked against each other. The heat below you was getting hotter and hotter, making your heartbeat race and a thin layer of sweat to form on your body.

Sebastian moved on to kiss along your jaw and neck. He stopped at your neck, nipping and sucking on the skin until a mark began to form. He helped you take your shirt off, throwing it aside to land on the floor. He watched as your breasts bounced in your red lace bra as you landed on your back again. He sucked in his breath as he looked at you through hooded eyes.

“Take this off, Sebby.” You voice was low with sultry as your nails teasingly dragged on his abs. He yanked his shirt off and threw it to the side. He dived down to claim your lips again, his hands running down to grip your thighs and wrap them around his torso. He ground down on you causing you to softly moan as his clothed crotch pressed down on your mound.

His mouth teased your nipples through your bra. He grazed his teeth along the lace material before sucking on your clothed nipple. He repeated the same action on your other nipple. You pulled on his soft hair as you watched him concentrate on pleasuring you. Your nipples were now peaking against the lace, wanting to be freed from the material. One of his hands flatten on your back and fiddle with the bra until it comes undone. His warm tongue attaches to your breast as soon as they’re exposed, giving them both the attention they needed.

He helps you take your shorts off before removing his sweats. He shifts himself so he’s laying in between your legs with your soaking heat in front of him. You feel his breath against your core causing goosebumps to form on your arms and legs.

“Draga I could smell you all the way here. I’ve been making you wait for too long, huh?” His voice teased you with hints of dominance. He enjoyed the effects he had on you. The way you instantly opened your legs for him and how he was the only one who could make you dripping wet without even doing anything.

You nodded against the pillow and looked down at him. A smirk was on his lips as his nose swiped along your clothed slit. He pressed a searing kiss above your mound as his eyes remained connected to yours.

“Who made you this wet, baby?” He asked huskily against your heat. He felt you clench around nothing as he kissed the wet lace that covered your pussy.

“You did, Seb.” You breathed out.

“Damn right I did.” He pulled your panties off you, the cold air meeting your heat. His mouth was agape as he was met with your heat glistening with arousal. He moaned at the sight and stuffed his face between your thighs. You let out a moan as your eyes fluttered shut.

His tongue flattened against your folds until he found your bud. His mouth latched onto it, sucking and licking at your clit. You emitted a moan, your back arching, as his mouth helped release the tension that was building up in you. He hummed in approval as he brought his fingers to spread your wetness through your folds. His finger teased your entrance before it smoothly slipped in. Sebastian groaned as he felt you clench down on his finger. He moved his finger in and out until he felt you ease up around him. He added a second finger stretching you out a bit more. He made a come hither motion with his fingers as they rubbed against your walls. When his fingers began hitting a familiar spongy area, your toes curled as you hips rutted against him.

He wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you down. You were a mess above him. One of your hands gripping the sheets as the other pulled on his hair. Your head was thrown back, your hair sticking to your face as you moaned at the immense pleasure Sebastian was giving you.

“I can feel you. C’mon baby, cum on my fingers.” He rasped out before his tongue flicked rapidly at your bud. Your knees had came up to your chest as the tension in your body had reached a peak. With the harsh and fast movements from his tongue and fingers, you came with a loud choking moan as your body trembled above him. Your cum spilling all over his hand. Sebastian licked you clean as you came down from your high. He kissed your thighs before coming up to rest his forehead against yours.

“I missed the taste of you. Missed you so much.” He muttered as he licked his fingers. He left some of your cum on his fingers so you can have a taste of yourself. You sucked on his fingers until they were clean of your juice.

Sebastian pressed a sweet kiss to your lips as he lined himself up with you. One hand interlocked with yours while the other led his cock into your sensitive entrance.

“Te iubesc.” He said as he pushed himself into you. Your breath hitched as your walls hugged onto his length. You were filled with him to the brim. You felt the veins along his length and the weight of him in you.

“Si eu te iubesc.” You whimpered as he pushed even deeper into you. His eyes intensely locked onto yours as his hips rocked back and forth. His cock pushing in and out of you. He was dizzy with the feeling of you around him. You were like a drug and he was addicted to you. Everything about you was perfect. He fit into you like a puzzle piece, like you were meant for him, and he didn’t need anyone else. Just you.

This some shit that I usually don't do (Yeah)

But for you, I kinda, kinda want to (Mmm)

'Cause you're down for me and I'm down too

Sebastian would do anything for you. If he could, he would take you around the world to show you new places that you’ve been dreaming of visiting. He wasn’t afraid to show you off. Of course, he was private when it came to your relationship, but when he had the chance to show you off he always took it. He was proud to take you to premieres and introduce you to his friends and co-stars. Everyone could see how deeply in love he was with you. They’ve never seen him so entranced with someone. From the way he looked at you to how his hand was always protectively on you.

Sebastian thanked his lucky stars as he watched you lean against the balcony railing of the hotel you two were staying at in Paris. You were watching the city below you as the wind blew against your hair. The sun shined on you enhancing your natural glow. You looked so relaxed and carefree as if you’ve never had experience a day of stress in your life. He saw a small smile on your face as your fingers skimmed the rail.

You turned around to see Sebastian sitting on a chair inside the bedroom. He was staring at you, a dreamy look on his face. You smiled at him and giggled.

“Get over here and look at the city with me.” You motioned for him to come over as you held your hand out for him. He got up and took your hand, bringing it up to press a kiss on your knuckles. You turned around to lean against his chest as his buff arms wrapped around your figure. His head rested on your shoulder, pressing kisses against the bare skin every few minutes.

He could stay there for eternity. You in his arms as you both silently watched the hues of pink, purple, and orange take over the sky in Paris. You were all he needed, it didn’t matter where he was, he just needed to have you with him.

draga ~ darling

te iubesc ~ I love you

si eu te iubesc ~ I love you too

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sad-sweet-cowboah · 5 years ago

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Tied

Summary: You’re strong independent woman who keeps to yourself. That however doesn’t stop a certain outlaw from burrowing into your heart. He visits often enough, but a few months pass before he comes back. With him at your will, you have a little bit of fun.

Warnings: Smut, D/S undertones, ropeplay

AN: This was straight up inspired by @mrskrazy ‘s most recent Arthur drawing, because she is an absolute gem and I love horny cowboahs.

Two months.

Two long months had passed since you last peered into those bright blue eyes. Since you’ve heard his gruff voice. Since you’ve felt his warmth encompass you. His large rough hands holding yours. His breath ghosting across your face when his lips made contact with yours.

Two long months since you’ve last seen the man known as Arthur Morgan.

He never went more than two weeks without seeing you. The longest he’d pushed it was a month. It was no secret he was an outlaw, living life on his toes and law almost breathing down his neck. He told you when your feelings toward one another became apparent. You knew quite well that at any given moment he could be shot dead or captured.

As each day passed, your heart grew heavier with that very real possibility. You said you wouldn’t fall too heavily for him, but damn you and your own wants. Falling in love with Arthur was as easy as breathing.

Regardless of his lifestyle, he treated you much better than any man ever did. It’s why you never chose to marry, much to the displeasure of society. You lived on a small homestead tucked away from civilization, only coming into towns when you needed what the land couldn’t provide. You grew and hunted your own food, fought every intruder tooth and nail for what you had. Your initial meeting with Arthur was no different. You were out hunting one day when you noticed an unfamiliar horse on the edge of your property, and the door to your house wide open.

You were no fool. You grabbed your rifle and quietly stepped in, following the creaking and rustling until you found him rummaging through your wardrobe. You held the barrel up to his head. To your surprise he didn’t try to fight. He instead surrendered and turned around, his eyes wide and on you.

He towered over you and could easily outmuscle you, but he kept himself submissive. With your weapon still up, you ushered him out and watched him ride away on his horse. It was certainly the first time you didn’t have to shed blood to defend your home, and a small blessing.

But then you ran into him a week later, finding him hunting in the same area you were about to. Your first instinct was that he would try to rob you, but he surprised you. He thanked you for not killing him that day, which somehow eased your apprehension. You inquired as to why he didn’t try to fight back, and he answered with he knew when he was outmatched. His comment instilled a sense of pride in you, and your curiosity grew. Any other person would have ether attempted defense or worse. Why was he different?

Soon you began to see his face more. A rare occasion when you brought yourself to town to indulge in some alcohol. He was already there and tipsy, which allowed his lips to become pliable. You learned his name, enjoyed his sense of humor and his ability to hold a good conversation even more. When you left that evening, he seemed to stay in your mind more than you’d care to admit.

It only went downhill from there. Arthur Morgan had captured your heart, and he was no longer the polite man who tried to burgle you.

He always visited you in a timely manner, staying a few days before leaving and promising he’d return soon.

You could still remember the way he held you on the last day, his strong arms pulling you to his chest as he placed a kiss on the crown of your head. His smell surrounded you, a pleasant medley of forest pine and earth, with a slight hint of tobacco and gunpowder. It lingered in your bed for days after he left only to fade with time, and you would give anything just to smell it again.

You sighed heavily, pausing in gathering some vegetables from your garden to lean against the fence post. A swell of emotion overtook you as you turned your eyes to the blue sky ahead. He’s been gone too far long. You had to assume the worst by now, yet somehow it didn’t feel right. You couldn’t just accept the fact he was almost positively dead. Denial however was dangerous to your heart.

You shook your head and gathered what you had already to head toward your well for washing. It was no use to dwell on something that was doomed from the start. You were always meant to be alone in the world, without a person to tie you down. Having relations was a useless feat, lest you endured heartbreak.

You reached the well and began to pump, though the water wasn’t the only liquid flowing. Tears stung your eyes and you drew in a shuddering breath, trying to keep yourself under control.

“Stop it.” You hissed to yourself. “Stop crying over useless men.”

“Useless?”

You froze on the spot. That voice. So quick that you might’ve even imagined it. It however called to you clear as day. Your mind had to be playing tricks. But you turned around anyway, your grief transforming to utter shock when you laid eyes on the being standing just a few feet away.

His lips stretched into a smile when his eyes met yours. “Hey, darlin’.” He greeted.

You couldn’t say anything, you hadn’t even conjured up any words. The vegetables lay abandoned on the ground as you bounded forward, closing the gap between you in a short second, leaping into his arms.

You buried your face into his shoulder, letting him overwhelm your senses. He hugged you so tightly, his warmth soothing against the cool air. He whispered your name, his voice low and rough and comforting. More tears formed in your eyes, your heart hammering in your chest with happiness and relief.

A long moment passed before you lifted your head up, leaning back to look at him just as his grip loosened slightly. His hands reached up to catch the tears falling, wiping them away while the smile remained.

“These for me?” he asked quietly.

You sniffed, shaking your head and chuckling. “No, ‘course not. It’s for the other outlaw in my life.”

He chuckled as well, moving his hands to rest on your waist. “Guess I’ll have to kill ‘em for makin’ my lady cry.”

“Not before I tell him off for being late.” You joked, gazing at his face fully. Beneath the brim of his hat betrayed a look of exhaustion, though attempting to hide it behind his smiles. It struck a chord in you, wondering what exactly he’d been through. However, your eyes landed on those beautiful lips of his. You reached up and pulled the hat off, your other hand snaking around his neck to pull him in for a deep kiss.

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Arthur’s exhaustion grew more apparent as the day continued. You learned that his gang had experienced a particularly rough patch that led him to take on much more work than necessary. Death, failed plans, and constant running had worn him to the bone. He apologized profusely for not coming sooner, but you just shook your head and responded that you couldn’t blame him for any of it.

You provided him with a meal that he scarfed down. He then passed out on your bed soon after, and it was just early evening. Arthur was always much stronger than he gave himself credit for, and this was the first time you’d seen him so fatigued. He looked so peaceful and almost dead the way he sprawled out on the mattress.

He hadn’t moved when you turned in a few hours later. You were careful to ease into the bed next to him, hoping not to arouse him when you lay down. He remained still as a statue, until you were nodding off. His body shifted to wrap his arm around your waist and pulled you in tightly.

You woke early the next morning nearly forgetting he was there until you’d realized he still had you against him. You carefully peeled yourself from his grasp, only disturbing him slightly while he expressed a small groan and rolled over. You wanted to lay with him for hours, but there was always work to be done on your little plot of land.

A little while had passed of you doing chores. Chickens and goats were fed, fresh water refilled the troughs and taken into the house. You were just moving a bale of hay from the barn when Arthur exited the cabin, his gaze sweeping around until landing on you. He trotted over and fell in step with you as you carried it over to the small pasture where your horse and his waited peacefully, their ears pricked and their excited nickers sounding when they spotted you.

“Coulda woken me up, woulda helped ya Y/N.” he spoke.

“Nah, I can handle it myself,” you responded while dropping the bale and pulling your knife out to cut away its confinements. “Besides, you looked like you needed at least a week’s worth of rest.”

Despite your initial refusal, he bent down to grab a few hay flakes, tossing them over the fence with ease. You peered over at him, noting the shadows beneath his eyes had almost completely vanished. He turned to look at you. “Overnight did me good, as you can see.” He pointed out with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes. “You know I never needed a man’s help, right?” you reminded him.

“’Course I do,” he answered, reaching forward to gently hold your hips. He pulled you closer, your torso flush with his as his eyes stared softly. “It’s jus’ an excuse to spend more time with ya. I have a lotta catchin’ up to do.”

You smiled at his charm, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Yes you do, cowboy,” You giggled, granting him a quick peck on his lips before reaching to gently flick the tip of his nose. “That’s for making me worry.”

Arthur winced from the contact and laughed, stepping back to quickly rub his nose. “Love you too, sweetheart."

You only shot him another smile as you headed back toward the barn, and he followed like a puppy. With the animals fed, the only thing left to do was to straighten up the inside of the barn. You’d neglected cleaning it for the past few weeks. A powerful storm swept through the area and stirred up quite a mess. The floor was littered with old hay and feed sacks, as well as some materials strewn about.

You sighed heavily. You were reluctant to even complete it, but it had to be done regardless. “Gotta get this cleaned, then we’ll settle and have some breakfast, okay?” you said to him.

He nodded in response. “Sounds good.”

And so you began to work. A normally slow process shortened with Arthur’s help. He took over the heavier duties while you resigned yourself to sweeping the hay out and replacing smaller items. A half-hour passed before it was clean, or at least clean for a barn. You straightened up and clapped the dust off your hands before wiping them on your jeans, sighing in relief. Arthur finished placing some wooden planks against the wall before coming back to your side.

“Think we did pretty good.” He commented, his hand reaching to rest on your lower back.

You leaned to his embrace, resting your shoulder against his chest. “Yeah we did,” You sighed, peering up at him. “Thank you.”

He offered a soft smile. “Now what was that ‘bout me bein’ useless?” he recalled, noting your moment from yesterday.

You turned to face him completely. “Think you were hearing things, Morgan.” You said, though mirroring his smile.

“Ah I don’t think so,” he replied, pulling you closer to him. “Think I’ve earned an apology.”

“Do you now?” you challenged while raising an eyebrow. “After making me wait for you for two months?”

“’M here now, ain’t I?” his voice vibrated with a chuckle, moving a hand to rest on your cheek. “Better later than never.”

You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes as he moved to tangle his fingers within your hair. With gentle pressure he pulled your head closer, lips connecting to elicit a tender kiss. He held you to him with his free arm, his grip tightening. Your arms wrapped around his neck automatically, your own fingers toying with his sandy locks.

He pulled back slightly to look at you, lips parted as he took a deep breath. “God damn did I miss you, Y/N.” he sighed out.

“Me too,” you murmured to him. “I… honestly thought you were dead.”

“Ain’t dead yet,” he replied. “Ain’t gonna leave ya that long ever again neither.”

“That better be a promise, Morgan. Or else you’ll catch some hell,” You lightly threatened. “You’re already on thin ice.”

“Then what can I do to make it up?” he asked you, catching the small amused smirk that played at his lips.

You hummed to him in response, sliding one hand from the back of his neck to the front, trailing your fingertip along his exposed skin. Your other hand guided him back to you for a new, much deeper kiss. You traced his collarbone before dipping further, nimbly unbuttoning each button, easing each apart to reveal his union suit underneath. All the while his tongue was exploring your mouth.

Once completely undone you tugged the loosened fabric from his pants and pushed it to the side, him helping you by shrugging it off along with his suspenders. You worked on those buttons next, though much slower than before. One by one the buttons fell open, exposing his wonderful torso to you.

Just as you pulled the top half off, he immediately reached to do the same with your clothes – only to step back out of his grip. He stared at you in confusion, his mouth forming in the beginnings of a question.

But you had an idea. “Now now, Arthur. Do you think I’d let you undress me just like that?” you softly interrupted with a teasing tone. Your eyes slowly raked across his figure. Bare from the waist up and standing in the morning sun, it almost made him appear like a deity. One for you to ravage at your will.

Your body called to him, yearned for him. Having gone so long without his touch, without his warmth, without him being inside of you. Of course you couldn’t truly blame him for having to focus on his gang, it was his life after all. But the thought of teasing and punishing him set a new fire in you that could only be quenched in one way.

“Why can’t I?” he spoke quietly.

“You know why.” You swiftly answer, stepping to the side and grabbing a coil of rope from atop a crate. A smirk formed on your face as his only further twisted in bewilderment and slight apprehension.

“You ain’t gonna hogtie me, are ya?” he asked.

“No, but I have a different idea.” You explained as you moved further into the barn, glancing up to peer at the support beams. You tossed one end of the rope up and over, tugging the ends until they were even – and happy to find they were the perfect length. You turn back toward him. “Come here.”

He peered at you with faint unease – he was nervous about what you planned to do, but he trusted you regardless. He slowly made his way over to you.

“Sit here.” You pointed.

He appeared as if he wanted to ask why, but kept silent. You crouched down and took his wrists, raising his hands to your lips to kiss them with small reassurance. He seemed to visibly ease a little, and you raised his arms to the rope ends. You wrapped them around his wrists with a snug fit. Once he was secure you stepped back to admire your handiwork, the large and powerful outlaw now appearing almost like a prisoner to you.

He met your gaze with bright and curious eyes.

“Are you comfortable, Arthur?” you ask him.

He wriggled in place, tugging at his restraints. “It ain’t uncomfortable, am I a hostage now?”

“No, you’re always free to come and go as you please,” you say. “But it’s mighty bold of you to think you could touch me so easily.”

He blinked at you. “What do you mean?”

“You know how many lonely nights I spent wishing I had your company?” you continue, reaching to place your hand upon your chest. Your fingers began to ease the buttons of your shirt apart, slowly revealing the chemise underneath. You soon shrugged it off and made quick work of the restraints on your pants. Though you didn’t tug them down, you instead slid your hand beneath the denim to appease your growing heat.

He was watching you intently, his eyes widening as you touched yourself. You were already beginning to dampen the sheer fabric of your bloomers, and you pressed against the bundle of nerves. You bit your lip and smirked at him. “Can’t say I ain’t used to my own hand and wayward thoughts nowadays.”

His chest heaved with a sharp intake of air. His eyes flitted to between your legs for a split second before coming back to your face. “I…I felt that way too, darlin’. Missed feelin’ your softness.”

“I know,” you mumbled, closing your eyes as you further teased yourself through the thin cotton barrier. “I’ll admit I sometimes thought of you thinking of me…you all hard and riled up with no release…all because of me.”

You opened your eyes again. There was a look of faint strain on his face, his fingers flexing slightly.

“Too many nights like that…” he mumbled.

“I agree, too many.” You said, your voice sharp. You pulled your hand from your jeans and allowed them to fall from your hips. The cool air breezed through your underclothing like nothing, but you paid no mind to it as you kicked your pants away. Stepping closer to him, you planted your hands on your hips. “So much frustration knowing I couldn’t have what I wanted all along.”

“Then why prolong it, sweetheart?” he questioned, keeping his voice even.

“Didn’t say I was.” You smirked, bending down to keep level with his gaze. Your hand caressed his cheek, sliding down his neck and chest. You followed his midline down, tracing your fingers along the ridges of his abdomen. You halted at the waistband of his pants, loosening them easily and inching them down. With each inch his lower half was revealed, your eyes caught the somewhat prominent bulge underneath his union suit. You of course took care to avoid even grazing it as you tugged his jeans right off. He lifted his hips to help you, awkwardly bending his body without use of his arms.

The eagerness on his face was plain. He however wasn’t aware of the thoughts flowing through your mind. You straightened up and stepped backward, tugging at the drawstring of your bloomers. The sheer fabric loosened instantly and fell to your feet. Your top was next, peeling it off slowly and sensually in front of him. Your clothing lay forgotten at your feet as you presented yourself completely uncovered. A cool breeze blew through the barn, stirring locks of your hair and bringing a chill to your exposed skin.

His expression changed. A subtle transition to one of desire, the carnal glint reflecting in his eyes. He audibly swallowed and his legs spread slightly, prompting you to look downward again. The bulge was significantly bigger, the thick fabric of his union suit constricting him. You smiled smugly and ran your hands along your body, circling your hardened nipples and smoothing against your lower curls.

“You wanna know how I did it, Arthur?” you asked in a purposely breathy voice. “How I was able to get myself off from imagining you?” you continued as your hands roved over your body. “I thought of your voice…saying my name, calling me beautiful…”

You tilted your head back and closed your eyes, allowing your pleasure to build while you touched yourself. Your legs opened to expose yourself even more, making him watch as your fingertips teased the little hood of flesh nestled below. A soft sigh passed your lips. “Your hands all over me, your lips teasing me. My body feeling so ready for you.”

“Darlin’.” You heard Arthur groan. You opened your eyes to see he was at full mast beneath his suit. His eyes were bright with a growing desperation.

“You take your time with me, I’m writhing in your hands…” you continued as if he hadn’t spoken. “But all the while I have you in my hand, and I can hear you groaning my name…” you slid a finger in and bit your lip, teasing your entrance. “God, your body is amazing…”

You now lock your sights directly onto him, enjoying how tortured he appeared. His body shuddered, hips twitching. “Y/N…” he sighed. “Please, I wanna –”

“And then you push into me, all nice and slow like you do.” You cut him off, pumping your finger in and out before adding a second. “I’m underneath you, enjoying the sight above me. Your skin to mine, your eyes to mine. Listening to your voice break as you moan…”

Arthur’s breath hitched, and he mumbled out a swear. The support beam above him creaked as he pulled at his bindings. “Sw – sweetheart,” He stammered. “C’mon, don’t do this to me.”

“But you know how it ends,” you respond. “Because you always make sure I finish first…” you quicken your hand, breathing heavily as you begin to barrel toward your peak. “Because you love to see how my face looks.”

“I-I do,” he groaned. “You look s-so damn beautiful.”

“Like this?” you asked, whining as you increased your pace further. With another moment passed your peak hit. Your body trembled and your jaw fell open. You tilted your head back once again, a low moan sliding from your throat. “Fuck, Arthur…” you added, sighing as you pulled your fingers out, now coated with your fresh juices. “See what I can do alone?”

Arthur took a stuttering breath. “But you ain’t alone right now.” He softly argued.

“Right now, but I was left to my own devices for a while,” you replied, standing in between his legs to drop to your knees. You held your fingers up to him, glistening in the beam of sun from behind you. “See how wet I can get just by my thoughts? Seems like I could do better without your actual touch.”

There was a flash in his eyes. A dangerous, heated flash that nearly sent a shiver down his spine. “You know that ain’t true.” He growled, his voice deep.

“Do I?” you simply responded, trailing your damp fingers down his naked chest again. Your eyes followed your trail to your target. The tent of his suit had a small darkened spot at the very top, evidence of how far his own arousal had grown. You peeled away his confinements, allowing his length to spring free. “I’ve always been independent regardless, as you know.” You added, wrapping your hand gently around him.

He twitched underneath you, almost thrusting his hips forward in vain for more friction. “’Course I know,” he huffed, his voice cracking slightly to your touch. “Never said you wasn’t.”

“Then why should I indulge you, Morgan?” you ask, moving your hand up and down, memorizing every inch.

His head tilted back as he sucked in air. “Because – shit, Y/N….” he sighed. “Spent ‘nough time apart from one another…”

“What else?” you prodded him, quickening your hand.

“Ah –” he moaned. “I love ya, n’ I missed ya.”

“Hm…” you hummed, rubbing your thumb along the head, dragging his precum along the sensitive skin. You watched his eyes flutter. “Anything else?”

He focused his gaze on you, an incredulous stare crossing his face. “That ain’t enough?”

“Not quite,” You teased, your other hand reaching to gently run your nails across his chest and abdomen. “Even if I was able to pleasure myself, there were still many…many…lonely nights.”

His body shuddered from your touch, stimulated by each sensation pleasantly. “I woulda visited sooner if I had the chance,” he said. “Y-you know that.”

“Of course, that don’t account for my bed being empty though…” you sighed, rubbing your thumb in a circular motion against the swollen flesh. His breath turned shallow. “Maybe this is good enough, hm? Since I imagine this is all you did too.”

“N-no,” he whined. “Y/N…I wanna be inside you.”

You smile at him, releasing him so you could scoot up, moving your legs to straddle him. You leaned against his torso, his skin hot against yours. His cock sat between you two, nestled against your stomachs. You leaned in close to whisper in his ear, “How bad do you want it, honey?”

As you leaned back, you caught the utter raw desire and helplessness etched on his face. You’d never seen him in such a state, but damn did you enjoy every second of it. His mouth parted in a breathless plea. “I want you. More’n anything else.”

You smirked at him, reaching between the two of you to grip him again, pumping your hand in a lazy manner. “Think you’ve been good enough for it?”

“Yes, god – yes,” He sighed, his face slightly twisting as you granted him more pleasure. “Y/N, please!”

His pleading was like music to your ears. It was just enough for you to finally cave in. You leaned back and brought yourself up on your knees, keeping hold of his length as you guided it toward your center. The smooth and rock-solid flesh split through your folds easily, and you sunk down on him.

Arthur was impatient. He thrust up, meeting you halfway to bury himself to the hilt. He let out a sigh of relief, though his arms strained against the rope. He wanted to hold you and fuck you, but you were in control.

And so you met his gaze once again, placing your hands on his cheeks as you rolled your hips. The absolute pleasure that radiated from being filled by him was unlike any other. Your hands and thoughts could only do so much in place of the actual thing.

He groaned deeply, a thankful look crossing his face. Though he kept his eyes to you, his eyelids were fluttering the more you moved on him. Easing him into a sweet kiss, you hastened your hips, riding him a little harder. He kept in sync with your movements, thrusting when he could. Every muscle in his body steeled with tension. You knew if he slipped out of those ropes, there would be nothing holding him back from unleashing his pent up frustration onto you.

That didn’t stop him from abusing you when he could, nipping at your lip and growling like a starved dog. He uttered multiple swears under his breath, tangled in with your name. You raked your fingers through his hair, moaning against his mouth and uttering sinful whispers to him. His mouth latched onto the crook of your neck, marking every inch of flesh he could reach.

“Shit, Y/N.” he grunted against your skin. “Fuck…you feel so damn good.”

Your arms wrapped around his torso, welting the thick skin on his back and drawing out another groan from him. His muscles flexed from the inability to do much else, wanting to be free.

“I wanna…pin you down so bad…” he continued, biting into your shoulder.

You nearly flinched from his teeth, though you giggled. “I’m in charge, Morgan.” You reminded him, grinding your hips in an undulating manner. Your second release was beginning its ascent. One hand slid down, toying with yourself to heighten the waves rolling through you. What started as a slow climb instantly started to barrel upwards. You sang out a moan, calling out his name while the tendrils of a fresh orgasm curled through your body. Every inch of your being shuddered while it washed through your body.

You brought your attention back to him. His eyes and face reflected amazement while he watched your pleasure take hold of you. “God damn,” he breathed. “Always so beautiful like that.”

Smiling at him, you drew him in for another kiss. He responded eagerly, eliciting his gruff moans into your mouth. You pulled back slightly to murmur, “Now give me your release.”

Before he could respond, you adjusted yourself slightly for a better angle. Bringing yourself up on your knees once again, you began to bounce on him. Your inner walls engulfed his entire length over and over.

He swore out loud, wriggling underneath you in failed attempts to match your movement. You watched as the muscles and veins strained hard in his arms, outlined by his pale sweaty skin. The rope creaked loudly as he tried to pull himself free. His breath escaped in short puffs, heated and wet against your face. “Y/N –” he choked out, his eyes squeezing shut when he couldn’t finish his sentence.

You egged him on, leaning in to whisper sweetly in his ear. You encouraged him to let go, complimenting on how handsome he looked underneath you.

And he broke completely with your doing.

His breath caught, your name sliding off his tongue with a guttural groan. His hips stilled beneath you with the arrival of his release. He bucked once with a shallow, fleeting movement in effort to milk himself into you. His chest and stomach heaved against your torso. Setting yourself upright to gaze at his face, noting the look of fatigued satisfaction written all over it. His blue eyes met yours and he beamed at you.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “That was different.”

You offered him a loving smile, reaching to push back locks of his hair dampened with sweat. “I’m happy you enjoyed it as much as I did.” You giggled.

“You’re full o’ surprises, sweetheart,” he murmured, pulling himself closer to kiss you. “Now lemme outta these things, I wanna hold ya.”

While it was oh so tempting to keep him there, you knew better. You brought yourself to your feet, your legs trembling beneath you as you did. With quick movements his wrists fell free of his restraints. His arms fell to his sides and almost immediately you felt his finger slide through your slit.

“Arthur!” you gasped, your body twitching in response.

“Jus’ lookin’ at the aftermath,” he responded innocently, chuckling as he did. “You’re drippin’, I made a mess.”

You hummed, bringing yourself back down to him. His arms wrapped around you instantly. “Not that I’m complaining.” You sighed, nuzzling yourself underneath his chin.

He chuckled again, pressing his lips to your head. “Now was that the breakfast you promised?” he jokingly asked, tracing his fingertips along your back.

As if your body was in tune, your stomach growled rather loudly. However your muscles were sore, and you needed a little bit of time to recover before you even thought of getting back up. “Just might be.” you answered.

“Then what ‘bout lunch n’ dinner?” he continued.

You peered up at him, mirroring his smirk with one of your own. “Whatever I say, Morgan.”

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Among Us: CR3WM8TS

Updates Required (part 3)

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With the ship launched and crew settled, it’s time to get to work. Which, for Bunbun, means updating. How smoothly that goes depends on the crewmates in charge… Bunbun’s hoping she’s in good company.

Featuring appearances by Nanner and Silk!

Among Us archive/askblog Fic chapters post

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Ok so originally I wanted to keep all this together, but decided it’d be better to chop it into pieces. That way I can keep my momentum, keep posting for y’all, and still intro y’all to the crew as things get moving!

finally got this last part done!!! it’s all finished now! now we can get on to more fun stuff >:3

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Mission Log 5

Ship Model: SKELD D34-H120 Designation: SUPPLY TRANSPORT, EXPLORATION AND DOCUMENTATION OF SECTOR G PLANETS Crewmate Count: 9 Crewmate Colors: DARK GREEN, WHITE, PURPLE, DARK BLUE, YELLOW, RED, LIME, BLACK, PINK

Location: SECTOR F Ship Status: IN TRANSIT Course: PLANET 326-OCE-894 - SECTOR G Systems:

Navigation: COURSE INLAID / STABLE / UPDATES NEEDED

Engines: UPPER - ONLINE, TANK 0.94 / LOWER - ONLINE, TANK 0.92 / OUTPUT ALIGNED

Reactor: ONLINE / FUNCTIONING OPTIMAL

O2: STABLE

Electrical: CALIBRATOR OFFLINE

Communications: ONLINE / UPDATES NEEDED

Shields: ONLINE / FUNCTIONING OPTIMAL

Weapons: TEMPORARILY OFFLINE / FUNCTIONING N/A

Security: CAMERAS ONLINE / ALL FUNCTIONAL

Administration: MAP OFFLINE - UPDATES NEEDED / CONNECTION SECURE / SHIP FILES UP TO DATE / ALL CREW ACCOUNTED FOR

Medbay: EQUIPMENT ONLINE / FUNCTIONAL / CREW FILES UP TO DATE

Supplies: [ONE] CRATES SHORT

Storage Chutes: CLEAR

Vents: CLEAR

Notes: Admin map offline, as updates are needed. PINK identified systems in need of updates. PINK has commenced updates under DARK BLUE supervision. Updates still in progress. RED discharged from medbay after receiving treatment for minor injuries. RED in process of submitting incident report. BLACK opened one supply crate to restock food materials. PURPLE sent four previous mission logs to HQ for archiving. PURPLE also submitted them to [SKELD D34-H120] Mission Log Archive. Other crew performing normal activities.

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With each room visited, the list of tasks was shifting from white to green. All but three of them were lit up with the color of a job well done. Bunbun looked over the list with a growing sense of satisfaction. Just three more now, she thought, I can handle that in no time. Not to mention the updates had given her a perfect opportunity to meet most of her crewmates. Hopefully whoever she had left to encounter would be in a good mood. Or at least a better one than a certain blue-suited crewmate. Speaking of which, River had once again chosen their destination. He’d hooked a sharp right as they left Medbay, leaving Bunbun- as per last time- to scramble after him. His pace picked right back up after he was out of Medbay’s sight. He only spared Bunbun a single glance over his shoulder. “C’mon, keep up,” he grumbled, “there’s not much left to do, and I’m hungry. I wanna have time for my lunch break before I have to be back at cams.” With a sinking feeling, Bunbun realized he might have just been on his “best behavior” for the doctor. That wasn’t uncommon among crewmates. After all, you do want the local medic to treat you well. Well... That, and patients who behave get discharged sooner. River’s attitude change didn’t bode well for their time outside of medbay. Luckily, Administration wasn’t too far from there. They just had to pass through the cafeteria. Maybe there’d be a vending machine or something. A good stop for a snack. As long as it gets River off my back, I don’t care what it is, Bunbun thought ruefully.

The cafeteria was about as standard as it gets. The tile floor was dull from years worth of crewmates’ passage. The slightly dented wire panel on the wall closest to them was closed. The download station and food processor on the far wall seemed to be in working order. From what Bunbun could see of the chute, it was nice and clear. Five circular tables were placed around the room, two at each end and one in the middle. The emergency button looked rather haphazardly installed in the center table. It was as if someone had carved a hole in its surface and shoved in the proper equipment- nothing like the clean circles and precise welding of newer ships. It was just another sign of the SKELD’s age. Bunbun was at least comforted by the layer of dust atop it. Unbothered dust on the button- above everything- was a testament to the ship’s safety. Or, at the very least, a high level of trust in its crew. River didn’t give anything a single glance. He walked like a man on a mission, and Bunbun tailed after him diligently. To his credit, he wasn’t headed towards the food processor. He was making a beeline for the door towards storage. Or, rather, toward Admin. She figured that’s where they were headed. It was next on her list. Before they reached the door, though, River stopped in his tracks. He went still so fast Bunbun nearly crashed into him. “Wh- hey- what was that about?” She squawked. “Can it,” River hissed, taking a step back. “We’ll move in just a minute. Gotta wait for traffic.” “Traffic…?” Bunbun’s brows furrowed. What traffic…? She tried to track River’s gaze. It wasn’t hard, seeing as it was riveted on the doorway.

She spotted a crewmate in black standing there. The fact that they were wearing their helmet outside of docking time was a little odd, but it wasn’t entirely unheard of. Though the rubbery banana peel stuck to the top of it was sort of funny looking. From the way it didn’t slide off their head after any movement, she’d guess it was an accessory. Black’s head was bent over their tablet, which they held in their right hand. Their left rested on the handle of a gravity platform cart. A large crate was nestled in its center. From the label, Bunbun could tell it was food. All in all, they seemed like a standard human crewmate on supply duty. At least, at first glance. The more Bunbun looked them over, the more their shape seemed more vaguely human than clean cut. Their limbs were a little too bendy, and their suit didn’t seem form fit to any specific body shape. It was like a vague approximation of a humanoid form. The biggest tell, though, were their hands. Bunbun blinked a couple times to make sure she was seeing them right. Their gloves only had four fingers instead of five. Suddenly, keeping the helmet on made more sense. For all she knew, the alien under there might breathe a different kind of air. Or no air at all. She’d had plenty of aquatic- and a handful of lava dwelling- classmates at the academy. Though… that style of suit was more fitted to the gaseous types of aliens. Ah, well. The mystery would have to wait for later.

Black seemed to mumble to themself for a minute before cramming their tablet under their arm. They’d just turned to pull the cart into the caf when the room’s other occupants caught their eye. Or, at least, the occupant in front did. They seemed to perk up immediately, one hand flying to their visor. “Oh! Howdy!!!” they called happily. “I didn’t see ya there!!! Ya need through?” “That would be ideal,” River replied tersely. “Gimme jes oooone sec-”Black bubbled. With that, they yanked the cart all the way into the room. It floated in easily, and came to rest next to the doorway under their guidance. “There she is! All clear for ya, Riv!” River started right back towards the door the second they were out of the way. Not even gonna say thanks? Bunbun thought, puzzled. Well. If he wasn’t gonna do it, she would. “Er- thank you, we appreciate it,” Bunbun called as she followed him. Black gave a quiet gasp. “Oh!!! I didn’ realize we had company!” They giggled, looking to River. The man stopped in place again, expression souring. “Who’s yer new pal?” “Does it matter?” River huffed, crossing his arms. “We’ve got places to be.” “It does if they’re new to the ship!!!” They chirped. Trotting right over, they stuck out their hand to Bunbun. “Hi there!!! I’m Nanner! What’s yer name, hun?” She blinked at their forwardness, but returned their handshake timidly. Their nickname made her smile a bit. Maybe their hat wasn’t entirely out of place. “I’m, uh, Bunbun,” she replied shyly. “It’s nice to meet you, Nanner.” “Bunbun!!! Oh, now that’s a cute nickname!” Nanner hummed. “Yer the new transfer, right?” “I- er- thank you,” she stammered, face flushing a bit. “And, um, yeah. I dunno how long I’m on board for, but hopefully I can help out.” “Oh, I already know ya will. Ya look like a real peach!” Nanner smiled. Or, she thought they did. It was hard to tell. The visor was so dark she couldn’t make anything out. In any case, the words just made her blush more. Kind ones always did that. “I’ll do my best to make sure yer stay is nice ‘n homely!” “W-well, you’re already doing a good job,” Bunbun smiled softly. “Good, ok, you two are acquainted. Can we go?” River broke in, scowling. “Ah ah ah, Riv,” Nanner scolded, wagging a finger at him. “Y’all can’t go till I know what the lil lady’s favorite food is! Y’all of all people gotta know that by now.” River threw his hands up in defeat. Bunbun’s look of confusion resurfaced. “Favorite food?” She echoed, puzzled. “Well, yeah! I’m the ship’s cook,” Nanner replied nonchalantly. “I gotta know what y’all like so I can have it on hand. Ya never know when you’ll need some good ol’ comfort food.” “Oh… oh! That’s true,” Bunbun nodded. Ship’s cook. Yeah, the food crate should’ve been a giveaway. “I’m, um, afraid mine’s a little on the tame side…” “Not a problem! Tame is good for some,” Nanner soothed. “Ok, er, thanks. It’s just a peanut butter jelly sandwich.” “Any particular variety? There’s a lotta those across the galaxy!” “The kind with Paramour’s grape jelly? I’m not picky about my peanut butter.” “Hmm… Paramour grape jelly and a wild card on the peanut butter…” Nanner nodded thoughtfully. “I’ll have one for yer lunch break, hun.” Bunbun lit up, smiling excitedly. “Oh!!! Thank you so much!!!” She beamed, “I really appreciate it-” “Ok, order up and all that,” River huffed, interrupting again. “Are we done?” “Sheesh, fine,” Nanner snorted. “Seems like someone needs a nap,” they mumbled, giving Bunbun a playful nudge. She tried her best not to laugh, hiding a smile with her hand. “I heard that,” River growled. “Good. Maybe you can take one later!” Nanner beamed, unphased. Rolling his eyes, River resumed his quick march. He was clearly done entertaining the both of them. Bunbun waved as she trotted after him. “Thanks again, Nanner! See you around!” “No problem, Bunny!”

As they reached the hall, Bunbun decided to risk a question. “So… uh… Riv?” She asked warily. “Don’t call me that,” River groaned. “Nanner loves to give everyone nicknames. And talk. A lot.” “And I’m guessing you’re… not much for conversation?” She ventured. “Hit the nail on the head.” He fixed her with a withering look. “So can you take a hint?” “I-I got it, I got it,” Bunbun replied meekly. Oh yeah. That’s a grump.

Admin was barely a stone’s throw from the cafeteria. First turn on the left from the door, and it was another well loved room. The carpet was tamped down tightly, the dull maroon only showing through a recent clean. The map was dark- offline for updates- and the card reader looked about as beat up as she’d expected. Three ancient computers sat along the wall. They were old models with screens made of green glass instead of holographic projections. The red chairs before them were an old old leather material, and had been patched up several times. One of the chairs was occupied. The crewmate didn’t seem to notice the two others hovering in the doorway. “... Knock knock,” River said begrudgingly. “You’ve got visitors.” At the sound of his voice, the crewmate glanced up from the screen, giving Bunbun a pretty good look. Xyr suit was purple, and about as worn as Captain Groud’s. Xyr round face was framed with dark, loose coils and dreads, cut off just below xyr chin. A smattering of starry white flecks was sprinkled over xyr hair. Xyr earthy skin had distinctive space travel stripes, albeit a little paler than one would expect. Dark, shining eyeshadow hooded charcoal eyes. Small golden rod earrings and a battered bandage completed xyr look, giving xem the mug of a well weathered space traveller. Xyr look of tired resignment warmed into a smile as xe took notice of Bunbun.

“Ah, there you are. I was wondering when you’d make your way here,” Xe chuckled, leaning back in xyr chair. “Eheheh… yeah… sorry about the wait,” Bunbun replied softly. Xe held up Xyr hands in a placating gesture. “No no, I get it. This bucket ‘a bolts has a lotta systems in dire need of updates,” Xe replied, “and some of em are better to hit first than others.” Standing up from xyr chair, xe set a hand on xyr hip. “You two gonna come in?” “O-oh! Right- yeah-” Bunbun stammered, striding quickly through the doorway. River let her go first, sulking after her like a grumpy shadow. The other crewmate joined them by the map. “Well, now that we’re all together-” xe held out a hand for Bun- “I might as well introduce myself. People ‘round the ship call me Silk. I’m the resident nav and comms expert.” Bunbun took xyr hand and gave it a gentle shake. “I’m, um, Bunbun,” she replied, shifting in place. “I’m the new transfer- uh- I do, um, tech, electric, and janitorial tasks. I-it’s nice to meet you, Silk.” “Likewise,” xe nodded. “I’m guessing we might not see too much of each other, but you’re always welcome to pop by my areas to say hello.” Xyr eyes trailed away from Bunbun’s face toward someone behind her. From the expectant raised brow, she got the distinct feeling that xe wasn’t exactly thrilled to see them. She saw River kicking at the carpet when she glanced back. “Not even gonna greet me?” Silk asked, brow still raised. “... Hey silk,” River mumbled. His hunched shoulders and skittering glance made him look like a kid in trouble. “... can we get this over with?” “C’mon, being out of isolation can’t be that bad,” Silk joked. At Bunbun’s confused expression, xe waved a hand. I’ll tell you later, xyr face said. She just nodded hesitantly. “Listen, I just wanna go back to cams, is that so much to ask?” River huffed. “With that tone, maybe,” Silk pointed out. He crossed his arms, grumbling quietly, and settled himself along the wall. Xe gave him one last long look before turning back to Bunbun. “So, I reckon my map’s in need of a couple updates?” “Er- yeah, just a couple,” Bunbun said. Glancing it over, she was pleased to see an absence of dust on its glassy green surface. The thing was old, yes, but it looked well cared for. “Do you have any ideas as to what needs fixed? I don’t, um, I don’t handle admin updates too often.” “Of course. I’ll just let ya know what the other rooms need while I’m at it,” Silk replied, flicking a couple switches. The map slowly blinked to life, white lines snaking across a pale grid. The pale outlines flickered and flashed like a star fried sensor. The poor thing was barely even visible. Bunbun winced in sympathy. “Oooh… yeah, someone needs to update the firewall,” she mumbled. “That’s what I thought,” Silk sighed, giving the console a pat. “It’s been doin that for at least a week. The systems down at Comm and Nav are on the fritz too. It’s hard to get records transferred, retain messages, and get the course to stay stable without a babysitter.” “You’ve certainly got your hands full here!” Bunbun remarked. “Yeah, but there’s not too much to worry about,” xe waved a hand. “I’m the best they’ve got here, after all.” “I bet!” She smiled shyly. Looking to the map, she tilted her head. There didn’t seem to be any pattern to its glitching. At least, nothing noticeable from a quick observation. Holding up her tablet, she got herself settled before it. The good and bad thing about old systems were the incredibly obvious tablet ports. For all she knew, someone could’ve uploaded a bug ages ago. Ah well. At least I know how to use a virtual flyswatter. “Well, I-I’ve been told I’m pretty good with tech… maybe I’m not the best out there, but I’ll do what I can to get this all sorted.” “That’s much appreciated,” Silk sighed, giving her a pat on the back. “You take all the time you need.” “Thanks,” Bunbun hummed. Straightening up, her eyes were already skimming the torrent of code. “Ok… one fixed map, cooooming up…”

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The glitchy virus got itself caught in Bun’s web soon enough. She could isolate and neutralize code as easy as she breathed. Of course, dancing around the admin files was pretty fun. She had to have Silk help guide her hand when digging it out from xyr carefully organized system. But it worked out easily enough. River didn’t pay the two any mind. He only moved when they did, following like the world’s grumpiest duckling. That seemed to suit Silk just fine. It worked well for Bunbun, too. They were free to swap stories like old friends. It was almost a little surprising. Walking in the halls was full of homely conversation. Fixing comm accompanied tales of their academy days. Swinging around to Nav let Silk introduce Bunbun to a couple friendly looking robots. She was impressed to learn Silk made them xemself. When xe sent the robots to distract River, xe took the opportunity to inform her why the man was so touchy. Stuck in a dead end job, he didn’t tend to get out of security much. Not of his free will, anyway. No matter how much mandatory bonding and karaoke nights Groud required. The mental image of River singing karaoke made Bunbun laugh enough that Silk had to rechart the course- the pink crewmate’s flapping hands accidentally slapped a couple buttons. River was not nearly as amused.

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When all was said and done, Bunbun set off with yet another jaunty wave and happy call. River was all but sprinting to their last stop. She didn’t bother to stick with him this time. The only task left was at a place she knew quite well.

Electrical.

In the absence of River’s quick thumping of footsteps, the SKELD halls were eerily quiet. The quiet hum of the shields made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She eyed the nearby vent nervously as she wandered through the room. The vents are clear, she reassured herself. A glance at her tablet confirmed it. They’re clear. Passing by comm, the quiet radio static urged her to pick up her pace. Silk might have insisted it was quite safe, but she just… didn’t trust it. It was too quiet. Too far from the cams. Too isolated. The quiet creaking of full supply crates didn’t comfort her in storage, either. She just tried to keep her breathing even as she finished her trip to Electrical. River stood outside the door, eyeing the entrance dubiously. Bunbun slowed to a stop beside him. “Is… something wrong?” she asked nervously. “Huh-? Uh, no, nothing’s wrong,” River said hastily. “It’s just a bit dark in there, that’s all.” “... uh huh…” Bunbun hummed slowly. A peek through the doorway did confirm that the lights were dim. No dimmer than other ships, though. Just… dim enough to be slightly unnerving. Why in the world they were darkest in electrical of all places, Bunbun had no clue. It was a mystery she’d been meaning to take up with the SKELD designers for quite awhile. The upkick of dust and battered panels made it pretty clear the ship hadn’t had a proper electrician in awhile. Not that it mattered now. She had to go in there. Taking a slow breath, she strode towards the back of the room. She was nearly to the line of dusty old computers when she realized River wasn’t following. He was still standing by the door. Just watching. Her grip on her tablet shook gently. How many ways can I spell “suspicious...?” “Are you… coming...?” She asked meekly. “... nah,” River mumbled, shifting in place. “I’m good.” “Aren’t you supposed to be keeping an eye on me?” she twittered. “What if I end up needing help?” “I’m not an electrician. I’m a security guard. I can watch from here,” he replied flatly. “You’re not a fresh cadet. Figure it out.” “R-right, right,” Bunbun replied. … right… it’s just a trip to electrical. Nothing I haven’t done before. She took a deep breath, adjusting her bandanna. The feel of fabric under her fingers was comforting. I can do this. Squaring her shoulders, she marched right to the back of the room. The light from the hall didn’t reach the quietly humming machinery. The flickering bulbs above didn’t give her much confidence. But she only had one task. Swinging open the door to the calibrator, she was more than a little shocked. For starters, two of the rotating knobs seemed frozen in place. The top knob was the only one rotating lazily. A brief flash of yellow on the sensor strips was her only signal that anything was working at all. What in the milky way’s arms is going on here? She thought, baffled. Her brows furrowed as she shuffled through her old tech knowledge. In every modern ship she’d seen, all three of the knobs would spin in sync. Calibrating was as easy as just waiting for the sensor strips to flash and slapping a button. With old ships, tasks were often a little needlessly complicated. So… following this line of thinking… Hesitantly, Bunbun raised a hand to the top knob. She watched it spin lazily, the yellow sensor light flashing and dimming as it aligned. One rotation… two… three… on the fourth, she finally tapped the button. A dull click left it frozen in an aligned position. With an unoiled squeak, the knob below it started spinning. The same pattern of flashing and dimming resumed, just a little faster. Bunbun let out a relieved sigh. Ok, yeah. She got it now. She just had to align them one by one. That, she could do.

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After a few tries and some error, Bunbun smiled at the “plink!” of a task finished from her tablet. All three sensor strips glowed a triumphant yellow as she shut the panel. “We’re all done here!” she called, heading back towards the doorway. “I think you’re-” A sudden shuffling and the slap of boots on metal floor cut off the rest of her announcement. By the time she got to the door, she only managed to snatch a blur of blue slipping into storage. “... good to go…” she mumbled to herself. She stared at the empty hall silently for a minute. He really doesn’t wait on anything, does he? She thought bleakly. But hey. At least he’d moved away from the door instead of through it. She might’ve had more problems on her hands than walking alone to lunch.

Tucking her tablet under her arm, she started off towards the caf. The old halls were both familiar and strange. All SKELD ships looked the same, and yet… each was different. At least, in some respects. She wondered if she’d spend the same brief time on this one as she had on every other SKELD. Her mind wandered quietly as she passed through storage. Though, the closer she got to the caf, the more she heard voices. The friendly sort of voices. Hesitating in the doorway let her see who they belonged to. Spread among the tables were all her crewmates. Lemon and Junior were chatting happily with Nanner at the table closest on the left. Laser and Rose were holding hands at the closest right table as they munched on their food. Silk and Groud were watching contentedly from the middle table, with River occupying a table on his own in the back. They were certainly a lively looking bunch. But the atmosphere in the room was warm. Warm and friendly. Bunbun felt a smile rise to her cheeks as she stepped into the room. Several of her crewmates greeted her, Nanner and Lemon excitedly waving her over to their table. One or two days in, and her fellows were already treating her like family. Her grin widened as she plopped down, happy to dig in to a fresh PBJ and a slew of conversation.

Yeah. She could get used to this SKELD. She really hoped she’d stay for awhile.

#cr3wm8ts #au:c #among us oc #bunbun among us #river among us #nanner among us #silk among us #yeet yeet spagheet #new chap is DONE #now u all have met the whole crew :333 #well #minus co/coa #but shhhhhh #anyways enjoy :3 #arty writes #reborks are appreciated!

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nuttersascend · 4 years ago

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Fishy Tales

After being called mackerel one too many times by Chuuya, Dazai felt himself shrinking down as his skin started turning scale-ly and somehow, breathing became a chore. The world started becoming far too big for him as the skies moved farther and farther.

The two were near the mooring, where one sad sap had to become fish bait for her treachery. The ginger had chosen to look away from his partner, having been fed up of his shenanigans- but that moment of distraction had proven to be fatal.

Dazai chose to abandon ship when he realized what he was turning into. Hearing a splash behind him, Chuuya turned around in irritation at what would be yet another of his partner’s suicide attempts and found nothing but clothes and bandages pooled next to him.

“Seriously?! You had to go skinny dipping into the sea?! What, you wanted to personally see how that guy would turn into fish bait?! You damned control freak-” and dived in to fetch a drowning mackerel, ignoring the obvious contradiction.

But there was no lanky, insufferable idiot in those waters, only davy jones finding himself at the bottom of the sea.

“Where did that idiot go?! Cut it out already, Dazai. Har-dee-har-har, I’m a wet sheep dog. Mori wants a report and you’re not getting out of it this easily.”

Then a mackerel swept towards him and gave him a slap with its tail. In his increasingly irritable mood, he felt the familiar feeling of wanting to murder something in that fish. For a mackerel, that thing was huge.

Feeling like he might have lost it to think this, but he spit out a bubbly diffused “Dazai?”

“It took you being slapped to know that it was me? Well, unfortunately, it seems like drowning to death is forever crossed out from my plans.”

“We’ve got to go back to the headquarters. Why can you talk in the first place? You’re a fish.”

“I don’t know Chuuya, am I talking human to you or can you talk fish to me?”

“Stop it with your bullshit, Turn back. I don’t have a fish bowl or a water bottle with me right now.”

“No, I’m making perfect sense. You’re the one talking inside water- air won’t vibrate to create sounds here. Your voice wouldn’t reach me.”

“When has it ever?! I’m the voice of reason in us two, you idiot! But why are you the brains of the operation, I’ll never understand.”

“Chuuya, if you bring me back as a mackerel and interpret my messages to the boss, he’s going to think that your muscles finally won and took over as the true control tower of your body. In simple words, he’d think you’d need to go to the looney bin and then he would make me sushi for Elise. Then she would eat me and then get dispelled. But since she ‘ate’ me, I’ll always be inside her and then your respected boss would no longer have an ability.”

His partner looked at him like he was an abomination worse than the puffer fish and he said,

“Well, how do you turn back?”

“This is your fault, slug. You always go on and on about how I’m a mackerel and look, all that suggestion finally worked. And you say that I’m manipulating minds and hypnotizing people.”

“This is not how that works. You just want to skip work. There was the show Elise watched, right? Little mermaid or something. She changed to human with a potion and later reverted back to a fish lady with time… so if we wait, you’d turn back into …human…?”

“I’ve become a fish now. I must join my kind and enact revenge upon the humans who fished us and hooked into our bodies to catch us for a prize. I will go and poison the sushi factory. If you stop me, I’ll go into your mouth and then we would be Soukoku in the most undesirable form- your stupidity and shortness coupled with my utter lack of brawn. Then I will neuter you from ever controlling gravity and the boss will wonder why did you do something this useless.”

“Why did the boss assign us to be in the same team? Why can’t I just tell him that you’ve gotten yourself into another fishy situation?”

“I think we’re a bit too closely aligned. I’ve become a mackerel and yet I can still communicate with you. You’re underwater, but you’re not drowning. I was hoping that all you hear would be blub blub, but you even got that I turned into a fish on the first try- aren’t you the one with the fishy attitude? You set me up, didn’t you?!”

“I’m not the one who spends every living moment in their live scheming to make someone else’s life miserable. In fact, if I let you slink away, I’m the one the boss would order to get your ass back to the headquarters. Like hell I’m going to let you make me have even more quality time with you. ”

When he made a grab for the huge fish, it slithered and escaped right through him.

“I see that you’re still a slippery little bastard.”

“You should rejoice, Chuuya. This is the only time I’ll be smaller than you.”

“Don’t you ever get tired about making a dig at my height? I’m tired of repeating myself. I’m going to be growing from now on!”

“The only thing you’ve been growing is your attitude.”

Chuuya stopped himself from retorting when he noticed something very strange.

“…You… for a fish, you swim strangely. Rather than calling it strange, it’s like you can’t swim at all.”

“That would make sense, since I’ve never learnt to swim. Why would I? Then I’d never be able to drown!”

“But… you’re a fish now.” And then he proceeded to give the fish a look of utter confusion.

“Yes. Did you know, Chuuya? When fishes swim, the dissolved oxygen brushes past their gills as opposed to our respiratory function.”

“Wait! You mean to say you can’t breathe right now?!”

“Wow, you’re unusually sharp today. You must have ceased being a hatrack the moment it floated to the surface.”

“I can’t believe I have to consider giving you a CPR and chest compressions to get you back to breathing! Why are you a fish?! How are you a fish?!”

“I should ask you the same question. Why are you a slug?”

“Wha-” then Chuuya looked at his reflection in those dead fisheyes and saw a four eyed slimy creature and all of a sudden, Dazai looked slightly bigger than him- like the status quo was restored.

Then he woke up with a gasp.

“It… It was a dream? … That shitty Dazai must have added a heck lotta hallucinogens and whatnot in my wine last night.”

He wondered briefly if this version of him was something his ‘slug’-self had dreamed up- a version of him that was human. Maybe soukoku had always been a mackerel and a slug. After all, that fish was oddly intelligent for a fish…

When he found Dazai on his quest to drag him alongside for soukoku’s latest mission, he briefly pondered giving the other a reason to wrap up both of his eyes in those mummifying bandages. Those eyes reflected like a mirror. And he would not trust anything that could show up in the murky, twisted eyes of the boss’s favorite pupil, the demon prodigy.

Especially if it shows a slug peering back. Maybe it was time the idiot got a new nickname instead…

#bsd fanfic #bsd fanfiction #soukoku #skk #crack treated seriously #crack fic #didn't quite cut it #so it's here now lol

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pants-jones · 4 years ago

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Bioshock

The title of this is simple because Bioshock is a game I almost forgot that I played, but as soon as I remembered it a truckload of Bioshock stuff came flowing into my mind, and I decided to write about it here so I can finally seal all the stuff about these games in my brain vault forever. The Bioshock series consists of three games, Bioshock, Bioshock 2, and Bioshock Infinite. Around when Infinite came out, I heard a lotta talk about how amazing it was, but I was like 10 at the time so I never got to play it until it was free on PsPlus a couple months ago, along with the other two. The first two Bioshock games are fairly simple, in story and in gameplay. But Bioshock Infinite took the entirely new level that thinking about it now, almost a year after playing it, still blows me away. I feel like Bioshock doesn’t get the recognition it deserves, the way that games like Portal and Half Life do. But when I say that Bioshock blew my expectations out of the water (that is a pun) is a huge understatement.

So first, let’s start with the first Bioshock. This game came out in 2007, and it really shows with very dated mechanics. The game feels old, and for me that made it way more difficult than it needed to be. Bioshock 2 on the other hand, came out in 2010, and while the story isn’t nearly as good, it’s definitely way more streamlined. I could definitely see myself going back and playing it again. Let’s start with the first game.

Bioshock

Bioshock starts with you on a plane, examining a letter, when the plane suddenly crashes in the middle of the ocean. You’re the only survivor, and the closest thing you can see besides the burning plane parts, is this strange lighthouse.

This lighthouse is made of stone, and it’s tall and menacing but you enter since you have no other option. The door closes behind you and the first thing you see is this.

As you go down the stairs behind it, you enter a pod with the door open, and pull the lever inside. The pod takes you deep, deep underwater, while playing you a small video from a projector. This is 1960, so it’s very old styled. This is the first time you hear the voice of Andrew Ryan, while he tells you his philosophy and why he hates the world as it is. His initial speech is the rule he will live by for the entirety of the game. He hates government, and religion, because as he says in the speech, they all believe “a man isn’t entitled to the sweat of his brow”. I’m probably phrasing it poorly, but he means the mans hard work. You then get the first view of his creation- Rapture, the city on the bottom of the ocean.

When the pod lands, you are met with the main enemy of this game- Splicers. I think this goes without saying but Rapture has some pretty advanced technology. They’ve learned to manipulate peoples DNA to extreme levels, giving them pyrokinesis and other things. These abilities are distributed in really cool looking bottles and are called Plasmids. There are many different types of Plasmids, but you’ll start with lighting in the beginning of the game

Splicers are the results of splicing your genes way too much; they’re like crackheads, but instead of cocaine they was gene splicing. Their faces are usually cutup and they’re usually absolutely insane. But after escaping the first one you meet, you get in contact with a man named Atlas. He tells you he wants to get the hell out of Rapture, and that Andrew Ryan is the reason it’s gone to shit. He tells you that he needs to get his wife and child out with him, but when you get so close to rescuing them, Ryan bombs the submarine they were going to escape on.

Throughout your gameplay you will hear about the way Rapture used to be, before it was a warzone. You would hear about the power struggle between Ryan and someone named Fontaine, and you will learn about how Ryan killed his mistress who was pregnant with his child. This game is full of information explaining how things went down before your arrival. Unfortunately, I’m not the best with this kind of exposition. This is a personal thing but I always mess up the story when it comes to this form of story telling.

Now I’m gonna try my best to explain something a bit weird. If you’ve ever seen anything bioshock, you probably know about their mascot, the Big Daddy.

This right here is a Big Daddy. They’re not robots, more like giant brainwashed people in bit suits. Their voices are altered so they sound deep and menacing, and they’re by far the strongest enemy in the game. They’re made to protect the Little Sisters- the little girl next to the Big Daddy. Little Sisters are practically little blood suckers, they can sense where a dead body with some Atom (the substance they use in plasmids) and call them Angels. They’re children turned into indestructible mosnters that are just there to get Atom. They always travel together. You can kill the Big Daddy and either free the sister, or take the Atom from her body which would kill her. There’s a limited amount of Big Daddies and the game marks how many are left in each section. Obviously killing or saving these girls changes the ending you get. You team up with some german(i think) doctor that pretty much sees these girls as her daughters to stop Ryan and Fontaine, who wants to use them for more Atom.

The rest of the story is a bit fuzzy for me, so I’m just gonna briefly explain it here. Fontaine wasn’t a good guy, and he faked his own death and turned out to be Atlas. He and a doctor (whos name I don’t remember but she was important) pretty much took you and wiped your memory, brainwashing you so that you’d always listen to the trigger ‘would you kindly.” This twist was the biggest mind fuck, because you realize that Atlas (now Fontaine) would say those words all the time. They planted fake memories of a family in your mind and sent you to the surface, and even the letter you were examining in the start had the trigger in it. You kill Andrew Ryan before this (forgot to mention it), and you move on to get rid of this brainwashing and kill Fontaine. And to fight you Fontaine fills himself with Plasmids and Atom and obviously this doesn’t work because video games. You end the game, saving all the little sisters and bringing them to the surface, and live out your life sort of as a father figure for them. Or if you didn't save them, you just bring a bunch of splicers with you, but I don’t think this is a canon ending. This game is a solid 6/10 for me, only because of how dated it is.

Bioshock 2

Bioshock 2′s story is pretty much the same but with a twist this time- You get to play as a Big Daddy. Unfortunately this games story felt a bit too much like the first one so I don’t remember anything big about it. You play as a Big Daddy looking for his Little Sister. The game starts with a cutscene, showing you protecting her from splicers until you get murdered by Raptures new dictator- Sofia Lamb. She takes your Little Sister and turns her into a normal girl again, raising her up to be Eleanor Lamb. You revive yourself years later (i don’t remember how) and go off to find her. The biggest difference between Andrew Ryan and Sofia Lamb is that the splicers seem to worship her. But at the same time Sofia uses Eleanor as some sorta messiah figure, so they could be worshipping her I don’t know. In this game you get to go through newer parts of Rapture, and even get to see the new variant of Big Daddy- Big Sisters. These aren’t like Big Daddies and I’m not even sure what their purpose is, but they’re just as difficult to fight against. I’m pretty sure they’re supposed to steal Little Sisters from their male counterparts and bring them to Lamb. Towards the end of the game, I’m pretty sure Lamb ends up destroying Rapture, and you escape with Eleanor, a bunch of Little Sisters, and depending on your ending you also save Sofia from drowning. This game was a 7/10, because the gameplay was much better but the story was sorta lackluster. I’m not even sure if this game is canon in the story.

Bioshock Infinite

Bioshock Infinite is the most different out of the three. I get the feeling that the devs got sick of the underwater aesthetic, so they said fuck it lets make a city in the sky.

This is Columbia. A city in the sky. It’s the literal opposite of Rapture. It’s bright, it’s colorful, and it’s gorgeous. This was my favorite setting in the whole series. Plasmids are now Vigors, and it takes place in 1912 (I know, surprising). This games story is extremely complex, so if I get lost explaining it I’ll link a video explaining it clearly. In this game you play as Booker Dewitt.

Booker Dewitt is a former member of the Pinkerton National Detective Agency, scarred from the events of the Battle of Wounded Knee. When his debts from gambling start climbing too high, he is sent to Columbia to rescue a young woman named Elizabeth, who’s been trapped there since childhood. She’s kept in a giant statue protected by the Songbird, a giant bird with similar looks to the Big Daddies of Rapture.

(This is Elizabeth btw. We never see Booker’s face except for some official art.)

All of Columbia is run by one man, Zachary Hale Comstock, He’s revered as some “Prophet”, and he seems to know everything about Booker. He’s turned the people of Columbia into a sort of cult reminiscent of the KKK, based on Christianity and white power. Which makes him and all the enemies very easy to hate. Which is good.

This cult is opposed by the Vox Poppuli, led by Daisy Fitzroy. She was originally the housemaid of Comstock’s home, but she fled when she was accused of murdering Comstock’s wife. She took her never ending hatred of Comstock and formed the Vox, a symbol of hatred for all of Columbia and men like Comstock.

The story begins in July 1912, when Booker is taken to a lighthouse off the coast of Maine by two very odd twins, Robert and Rosalind Lutece (they are important later), being told “bring the girl and wipe away the debt.” This lighthouse is very reminiscent of the old stone lighthouse from previous games. But this lighthouse doubles as a rocket silo, and Dewitt is sent to Columbia from here.

The first thing that I personally noticed is Booker’s disdain for religion, because when he’s forced to be baptized to enter Columbia he’s extremely uncomfortable. Soon he’s chased down by the authorities, since all of Columbia has been told by Comstock that any man with a scar on his hand in the shape AD is the devil, just like the scar on Booker’s left hand.

After evading a lot of cops, we finally meet Elizabeth. She’s never really known anyone besides Comstock and the Songbird, and she’s missing a pinky. Besides that, she has a strange ability to create these tears in space time. The first time we see this is when she creates one to 1980′s Paris, a place she's always been desperate to go to. So they make a deal- She leaves Columbia with him and he takes her to Paris.

After multiple shenanigans, Elizabeth ends up taking Booker and herself to a reality where Booker was the martyr of the Vox Populi. Booker sacrificed himself for Daisy here, and this started an all out war between the two factions. Fitzroy believes that the Booker we play as is either an imposter, or a ghost, and she sets her forces on him. With Bookers help, Elizabeth kills Daisy, and they try to escape via airship before Songbird forces them to crash.

At this point they learn a few things about Comstock; Comstock had the Luteces build a siphon device into the tower Elizabeth lived in to inhibit her powers, and he killed his wife and then the Luteces to hide the truth. Plus, Elizabeth is actually Comstocks adopted daughter.

Elizabeth is kidnapped by Songbird. When Booker pursues, he needs to cross a bridge that happens to have a cloud passing through it. In the brief moment that clouds pass over the bridge, it goes from a bright sunset to a cold, windy dark snowstorm. You fight through an old building filled with Comstock’s men, and learn that Elizabeth has already been tortured and corrupted by Comstock. She believes you left her there to die. And then, you learn that Comstock’s been dead for years now. Then you finally meet Elizabeth, she shows you that you’ve been brought to 1984, and that she is using Columbia to attack New York.

In that cloud over the bridge, you were running for what felt like a short time, but was really 72 years. Elizabeth sends you back, because she still doesn’t view you as an enemy, and she tells you how to save herself from Comstock, by controlling the Songbird.

After freeing young Elizabeth, the pair assault Comstock’s airship, where Comstock and Booker argue about Booker’s knowledge of Elizabeth’s missing pinkie. This ends in Booker slamming the back of Comstock’s skull onto a baptismal font, right before drowning and killing him. They move on from the conversation, they use the Songbird to destroy the tower Elizabeth was held captive in, therefore destroying the siphon on her powers.

Songbird turns on them again, but with the siphon gone, Elizabeth uses her powers to transport herself, Booker, and even Songbird to Rapture. Booker and Elizabeth are inside, where they watch Songbird sink and die, being crushed by water pressure.

At this point Elizabeth understands everything about her powers, and understands everything about whatever mystery there is left to this story. She takes Booker up the stone lighthouse, the very same one we saw in Bioshock 1, and basically explains multiverse theory to him. She explains that there are an infinite amount of lighthouses just like this.

At this point, she knows Bookers history. She knows the truth, but Booker’s so traumatized that his brain legitimately erased the memory. The rest of this is about Booker’s past, and how this all began.

Booker was there for Wounded Knee. It traumatized him, made him resent himself, so some day he went to repent, to be baptized. But Booker couldn’t go through with it. he gained a massive debt, and in 1893, Robert Lutece approached Booker on behalf of Comstock, requesting that he “bring us the girl and wipe away the debt”, referring to Booker’s daughter, Anna Dewitt (hence, the AD on Booker’s hand.) Booker reluctantly agreed to hand off his daughter to wipe away his debt, but when he changed his mind, he chased Robert and Comstock down. Comstock tries escaping through a portal (the same portal Elizabeth can make btw) and the two struggle for the baby. Eventually, the portal closes, and Comstock snatches her away while the closing portal leaves her severed pinky in Booker’s hands.

She explains that the Lutece’s have tried to recruit many Booker’s to stop Comstock, but all versions of Comstock will live on unless they try to stop his birth. So she takes Booker back to the baptism- but from another perspective. Booker changing his mind last minute at his own baptism sparked to life a universe where Booker went through with it, and was reborn from that moment onwards as Zachary Hale Comstock. After overusing the Lutece’s multiverse machine, he became sterile, and stole Anna to provide a biological heir for Columbia.

We cut back to Elizabeth and Booker at the baptism pond, where multiple versions of her are appearing in front of him. The only way to stop Comstock is to kill Booker, so he allows them to drown him. And one by one, all the versions of Elizabeth disappear.

This is the canon ending for the game. There are some more things in DLC, like Elizabeth going to Rapture to tie some loose ends connected to Comstock and Ryan’s abuse of the Little Sister’s. And it’s confirmed that Rapture scientists got the idea for Big Daddies from Songbird, and Columbia’s scientists came up with vigors from Rapture’s plasmids. The writers went as far to explain how everything in Rapture or Columbia came to fruition, and connected them all.

I’ve never gotten such an “It all makes sense now feeling” than when playing this game. They didn’t even have to connect it to the first two games but they did and they made it work way too well. Bioshock Infinite is the best out of the three, and thanks to this review I’ve finally gotten all that stuff out of my mind. This game is a 9/10 for me. I’d definitely play it again.

#Bioshock #Bioshock Infinite #Gaming #review

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xxforsaken-angelxx · 5 years ago

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=> A pale solstice present.

xxforsaken-angelxx

You walk into the guest dining hall, resolutely choosing to ignore the last ten minutes you spent outside the door thinking of the logistics of the aforementioned action.

Despite the fact that you'd imagined how this event would play out countless times, you'd never started early enough in the process to consider this part of the process. Sollux was in this public room. You were just outside of it. Nobody else was there, but theoretically anyone could've be there at any moment. Which made you think that maybe you should like...just wait until he left? Except that was stupid. But on the off chance you got interrupted with him, that'd be stupider. So, like a reasonable person, you waffled on that outside the door until you picked one basically at random. Also stupid, because in that time there was also the chance of someone walking in, but whatever.

You sit down across from him and give him a soft wave and a softer smile.

hortiicultured

It's been...quite an evening. It's not quite the most you've seen of everyone, in your time here, but Halloween was another beast entirely. Rowdy and loud, a masquerade cranked up to 11 and full of pranks, it was more about the experience than anything.

The Abyssal Night was much calmer... Peaceful, by comparison. Still a party, by clown standards, as these things always were, but the atmosphere was far more chill, and for the first time you really got to see them all interacting in close-knit groups, celebrating in whatever way felt best.

Once, it might have left you feeling lonely. Sure, you'd managed to get along with most everyone, but you've always been acutely aware of your status as an outsider. It was just how these things went. You were jade; you weren't meant to form deep bonds with others outside of your caste, to truly belong anywhere except among others like you, and everyone knew clowns traditionally kept to their own. All that mattered was how you could best serve your fellow trolls. It was a noble, selfless duty-- or so they liked to say. Yet here you were...

Stubbornly clinging to your passions like a weed pushing through concrete, despite knowing you'd have to leave your work behind; loving through the looming pain of separation and the fear of dragging them both down, now. It was so...so hard not to doubt yourself at every turn, wondering if it really wouldn't have been best to just stay quiet and make things easier on everyone involved. You'd tried, but... if you couldn't make your own happiness for however long you might be able to hold onto it, what was the point of living?

On nights like this... Those doubts felt so far away. And as Grinmaww had led you through the ship, it almost felt like a place you could call home, for however long you had it. Bittersweet, perhaps, but for now...? You're happy.

Happier, still, when you look up on hearing someone approach and meet his smile with your own as he sits down across from you, pushing your empty plate to the side.

"Welcome back."

xxforsaken-angelxx

You open your mouth to speak, but pause immediately to put your hand over his before you start. You'd been aching to hold it for the entirety of the longest night, but you just couldn't quite get away with it. Stuff like that was just a touch too far, even when most clowns were okay with friendly affections. He was still a normie, after all. A normie that...really liked your traditions, apparently, but a normie nonetheless.

God you couldn't stop thinking about that. You probably weren't ever going to? The base level of your mental state had already been overtaken by his pretty face, it may as well also be specifically in the moment of enjoying your favorite holiday almost as much as anyone here does. Right now you had to stop for a second to make words, though.

"Yeah, hey, look. I didn't die to my dumbass ancestor an' everything," you laugh. "Really though, dinner went smooth. Bastard didn't try much. Barely even talked to me until he'd drank enough to not be able to put much of a real scheme behind it. Wasn't perfect but it was 'bout as easy as I could've hoped."

...Unless he was just making you think it was easy. Whatever, you could stew on that later. Right now is hot moirail hours.

hortiicultured

There's that pesky little flutter, right on time. It's so silly how something so simple and small as his hand resting cool over yours can make you melt so easily, and you lace your fingers with his where they rest, gratefully. You'd had to stop yourself several times, when you'd walk or stand a little too close and always with far too many people around, on a night when affection came free and easy and still you had to maintain a respectful distance. You don't know how they would take it, or how far it would spread...

But there's nobody here to bother you, right now. You'll take a moment when you can get it.

"No? And here I was thinking I'd been holding hands with a revenant," you snicker, idly rubbing your thumb over his knuckle while he talks. "Mm... I'm glad to hear it, though. The night you never have to deal with him again will really be a night to celebrate."

xxforsaken-angelxx

It's not like you're any better. Tiny gestures are enough to make you blush, and you aren't even really ashamed of that. There's nothing you have to compare to. You just know that you feel very in love, and apparently that makes you blush and sheepishly smile at everything he does.

At least until that last bit. That makes you smile a lot more like you usually do when you bother. Such a nice edge Sollux has sometimes. Even better when he's pointing it towards something so cathartic for you.

"Damn straight. It'll be the best thing you've fuckin' seen, I promise that."

hortiicultured

...it's so easy to drop the walls and the pretense around him, when you're not trying to filter it through text and there's no one to keep up appearances for, that you have to actually try to be more conscious of it so you don't slip up elsewhere. You're comfortable. The good things, the bad things, all those little knives in your chest and the ones clenched behind your teeth, both. You're not a vicious person, for all your poorly-veiled temper, but the thought of someone like the Egregore constantly casting a shadow over the future of his ambitions and wellbeing makes you wish it were a problem to be dealt with a little more decisively.

...you also just kind of love that dumb toothy grin of his. God, you're so stupidly smitten it's embarrassing.

"Hey, I'll hold you to that, it'll be worth a show and then some."

You laugh, a little, and give his hand a squeeze.

"So any more plans for the night? Or you said you had something for me...?"

xxforsaken-angelxx

You shrug. "No plans, just the thing. It's uh, not a physical thing either. Which immediately makes it sound fuckin' pointless, but-"

There's a light sigh, and you try to refocus. You really have gone through this conversation a billion times in your head, but five seconds towards the actual point and you're already babbling. Great job, Makara. Perfect way to start presenting this.

"I got good news I've been wanting to tell you. Real good news."

hortiicultured

He seems nervous. Excited? Is he worried that you won't like whatever it is...? You nod along, and try to look encouraging-- you're awfully curious, have been since he mentioned it and left you waiting til he could be free, wondering what it might be...

"Good news doesn't sound pointless to me, unless I die of anticipation before I ever get to hear it."

xxforsaken-angelxx

"I mean honestly I should've already told you, I just...wanted to make sure, I guess. That it was happenin' and that it was right an' all."

You squeeze his hand, take another breath to collect your thoughts. Or to collect your confidence, really. Nothing could've been more proof that you've been doing the right thing than tonight. Especially not on top of...everything else that's come with starting to date him. Apparently you're good at making him happy? And that's all you want. You want him happy. You want to give him every little thing his pusher wants, just so you can keep seeing it. Tonight has made you so certain that you've known exactly where to start.

"I'm adding you to the crew of the Hydromatic," you say. "As a gardener. It'll be your job to tend to the greenhouse, just with it officially providing to us. And I don't mean I'm starting now, I mean it's practically waiting for your consent. I've gotten the process as far as I can without your involvement, and it's a guaranteed spot if you just come sign a ton of papers and say yes."

hortiicultured

You wait, you listen, you...

Your expression goes blank. You must have misheard him, because what he's saying just isn't something that could happen. You know-- you know what it would take, even under the best circumstances, and now with the Ascension, and everything he's already had to deal with...

...but he looks so earnest, his eyes on you so intent. Your mouth moves a couple of times, but there aren't any words to come out. He's waiting, though, you should really say... something, so he doesn't think you're somehow ungrateful, it's just-- You're just...

"...how?"

xxforsaken-angelxx

"...A lotta really tedious paperwork and holocalls?" you half-joke, cautiously. It was weeks of extra work for you, but you can't say you'll mind if it works out.

"I know it sounds crazy- it was crazy, tryin' to get it all in place, but the logistics of it just...work out? Like we do need someone in that position anyways, an' it's not an unreasonable amenity for a ship like this, an' it looks good on the ascension shit if I do somethin' that still benefits all the old imperial cronies. I can't say your people are exactly happy with me right now, but there's only so much they can do once enough purplebloods are tryin' to strong-arm them."

hortiicultured

Everything he's saying makes sense, up to the part where he actually dealt with all of that for you, you just can't wrap your head around it. It would have taken...so much, for so long, how long had he been trying to make this happen??

"The Head Matron must have been furious..." you remark faintly. Not that she would have shown it beyond a disapproving frown that could curdle milk, but you can imagine it so clearly.

You've found yourself staring down at your overlapping hands, yours tightening around his almost without meaning to. You can hear your pulse pounding in your ears. The end of this journey had hung over you for so long, you'd never wanted to let yourself hope that anything could change, and now he's just...giving it to you, a way out, a reason to stay.

"I-- ...I really thought. I hated it here, for so long..." You're speaking down at the table; you're not quite sure what your face will do if you look up, and already your voice is shaking. "Everything's so... cut off and. Synthetic. Out here... I tried to tell myself that at least...when I got there, I'd have earth under my feet again. But I was just trying to console myself... You tried so hard to make me feel welcome, here... And-- And I realized. That even if I...somehow got everything I thought I wanted... I'd. Still be cut off from everything...everyone. It would be so...empty..."

xxforsaken-angelxx

You nod at the mention of the Matron, giving a tight noise of agreement. That exact same frown is in your mind, and you remember how you had to just...try to be the big scary highblood and not even let it phase you. Over and over again, with her and every other person standing in your way. It was miserable, but you would've done it for even longer if you'd had to.

You don't mention any of that, though. You listen to him stammer his heart out at you, and bring your unoccupied hand up to his face. The tips of your fingers lightly ghost over his hair and around his ear before you rest it on his cheek.

"Last thing I wanted to do is just...trap you somewhere worse. But I uh. I meant it when I said it felt like you belonged here, or something."

hortiicultured

The disapproval and rejection... The constant appeals and red tape to navigate, every hard-won argument... He doesn't have to say it for you to have a good idea of everything he'd had to push through to make this happen. It's so much...

His touch is light and gentle and you shiver in its wake, a heavy sigh breathed out as you close your eyes. You swallow, and when you look up at him they're wide and wet.

"I didn't-- want to make myself want it. But I've felt...more at home here than I ever did back hive. It would've felt like being shunted off to prison... leaving this behind. You."

xxforsaken-angelxx

"You have no idea how much that means to me," you say, smiling. "I mean- fuck, maybe you do right now. But that makes everything worth it."

There's...a lot you could say right now, and it's incredibly hard to work it into comprehensible words. How are you supposed to tell someone how much you care about them being happy? Instead, you settle for trying to catch any tears that start to come down as you listen.

hortiicultured

"...you've been so good to me. You didn't have to be. You didn't have any obligation to do more than get me to where I had to go... It. It felt...greedy...to even think about asking for more..."

But he's done so much. Gave you your greenhive, made you feel welcome instead of a stranger. Made sure you had time off for shore leave, to visit Karkat. Last sweep's masquerade was the most fun you'd had in sweeps. And now, here he was, wiping away your tears as he tells you all about how he's bent over backwards just to make you happy.

...yeah, all that isn't really helping the crying thing, but at least you're smiling now, grasping his hand in both of yours and ducking your face against it.

xxforsaken-angelxx

"Well luckily you don't gotta ask, because apparently I like doin' this anyways."

It kind of hits you how true that is after you say it. You've been a lot nicer than you had to be for...most of his duration here, really. Just because you always liked him. Just because he was easy to talk to, and kept being nice to you back.

...Maybe you were pining for him just a little longer than you thought. He's so vibrant when he's happy. Vibrant and absolutely beautiful.

"I love you."

hortiicultured

You press your lips to his knuckles, stay like that for a moment because it's so hard to find the right words for everything you're feeling right now.

"I. I don't know what to say. Thank you. So much..."

You don't have to leave. You don't have to leave him. There's been a weight and a shadow on your heart that's suddenly gone, and while you know there's still a number of bumps to smooth out before everything is settled, but you don't care, you feel like you could take on just about anything right now.

xxforsaken-angelxx

"I don't know either. I love you though. I'm real happy I get to keep you here."

Your free hand twitches. You...want to touch him, a lot, and can't even decide what to do about it. At this point you can't think straight. All that's really coming to mind is various images of scooping him up and carrying him off to hold for a while, but that's... actually not the worst idea, with some minor revisions.

"...Do you want to go back to my block and sleep over tolight, maybe? Once you've had a minute?"

hortiicultured

You laugh a little, and let go of his hand so you can sit up and try to compose yourself, drying your face on your sleeve. You already know you've made an absolute mess of your makeup, but who's really going to be around to notice, tonight of all nights?

"...yeah. I'd love that. We should...probably get those papers signed, too."

xxforsaken-angelxx

"That'll be a whole ordeal with witnesses an' shit, but I'll get it set up as soon as I can."

Once he seems ready, you'll offer your hand to him like a gentleman, and go lead him off to cuddle. You can hold his hand until you reach the door to the hall, at least. Maybe a little farther, if no one's around and you're feeling saucy.

hortiicultured

"Of course. As soon as possible, just...let me know. For my peace of mind, if nothing else, so nothing can go wrong."

You won't quite rest easy until it's done, but if he's gotten this far-- you won't let a little paranoia damper your elation. He's treated to a beaming smile when you take his hand, and if you have to let go before long, at least you know that you're going to give him the mother of all hugs once you're behind closed doors.

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bendy-dreamland · 6 years ago

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“Ahoy-hoy.”

“Hey, it’s me! Yer favorite ink de-”

“Nope. Good bye.”

“DON’T YOU DARE HANG UP!”

“Fine, fine! Uhg, da least you can do is call me more than… oh, I dunno, never! What do ya want anyway?”

“I need a favor.”

“As I expected, what is it dis time? You still owe me for da last one, and it was a doozy. We almost got caught.”

“I-I know, don’t remind me. But dis isn’t a bad one. I just need you to meet me an’ a friend of mine at a portal, possibly da one over on main, near da ol’ oak tree? It comes outta da statue.”

“It’s public.”

“I’ll be in human form, an’ I’m bringin’ my friend Henry wit’ me. You’ll be playin’ escort.”

“Hhhh… fine, but you’re buyin’ me dinner!”

“I’ll even buy ya dessert, baby~! See you tomorrow mornin’, nine o’clock sharp! Bye!”

“W-wait, Bendy! Don’t you hang up on m-! Oh, come on!”

Henry wasn’t sure how this happened, but Bendy somehow wormed his way into spending the night at his place tonight. He couldn’t even remember how it happened, damn toon logic. Well, now he’s stuck with a roommate for tonight in his small apartment. Luckily for him, Bendy was fine with taking his old couch.

As Henry worked on stirring a pot of bacon potato soup, he heard Bendy humming a song to himself as he looked around the living room. “Not much here, big guy. Ya live alone?”

“Yes, I do.” Henry replied, keeping his attention on the food.

“Hmm… wait, I thought you were datin’ someone. Or did dat end since we last chatted.” Bendy commented as he looked at some books on a shelf. Uhg, no comics or picture books, how boring.

With a heavy sigh, Henry looked over at him. “We broke up ten years ago, shortly after I left. How did you even know I was datin’ someone beforehand? You don’t like romance.”

“Oh, I don’t, but the office was gossipy.” The imp chuckled as he approached his creator. “You overhear stuff if everyone talks about it. People knew you were sweet on someone! But, uh, sorry about da break up.”

“It’s fine, it was mutual and necessary, something came up. This is done. You’re lucky this stuff is easy to make. Also, learn to peel potatoes better, you’re gonna be tastin’ some skin.”

Bendy blew a raspberry at him. “I ain’t a cook! I’m a dancer!”

“That reminds me.” Henry reached for two bowls, moving to dish up their dinner. “What exactly were you doin’ to get by here in Over World? You weren’t… stealin’, right? Never designed you to be a straight up thief.”

He scoffed, shaking his floating head. “No, no! I did a song an’ dance act at a really nice club, owned by a lovely couple. Sweetest people, took me in, thought I was an orphan, heh. I’d go out, perform stuff from the show as a human, wit’ out da toon stuff, an’ people loved it. Lived with the couple, da Andersons, but they moved to New York, an’ I stayed here, livin’ in da abandoned club fer six months now.”

He took the bowl when it was offered to it, he was already drooling over his favorite dish. “Fed mahself on donations I’d get from dancin’ in da streets. Collected cans an’ metal for da war effort, they’d give me change, it helped. Sometimes… I sneak into Toon World an’ take what I could get, pretendin’ to be some bum toon.” He followed Henry to the small dinner table in the kitchen, taking a seat. “Now, I got a question fer you, one ya didn’t answer earlier.”

Henry sat down, looking up at him. “Ask away.”

“Why do ya only got nine fingers? What happened to yer hand?”

The detective looked at his right hand. He only had four fingers, his pinky was completely missing, there was a huge amount of scar tissue where it was supposed to be, traveling down the front and back of his hand. He glanced over at the toon, seeing the curious look in those big, black eyes. “The war.”

Bendy shuddered visibly, his black outline wiggled as he did this. “I heard nothin’ but bad things about dat mess. Humans an’ toons, sent overseas. Lotta… lotta bad stuff, my contacts in Toon World have told me dat some toons come back pretty messed up.”

He looked at the bowl before looking back up. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, wasn’t there long enough for shellshock to really get me.” Henry replied as he put a spoonful of stew into his mouth. “Sometimes, loud noises get me. Makes me think of the grenade that sent me flyin’ about ten feet in the air. Woke up four days later in a hospital, cute British nurse told me that I had a concussion, damage to my right leg, hip, and… lost my finger.”

A small smile came to his lips. “Some of my buddies from my troop visited me, they gave me my finger. One of them found it. Knew it was mine cause it still had the blistered finger nail from when I closed a jeep door on it a few days before. Nice gift, we put it into a jar of beer we found and threw it into a river. As a little… screw you, I guess.”

Bendy let out a nervous chuckle. “Heh, dat’s funny. Sorry dat ya, ya know, got sent over to fight.”

Henry just waved it off, shaking his head. “Nah, it’s fine. It happened, my dad fought in the previous one, and he came back fine. I’m fine, I lived to tell the tale, I’m here. With a small limp in my step, but I’m alive and kickin’. Gonna take more than an explosive to send me to the pearly gates.”

The demon laughed more, an honest laugh. Yet there was a small sense of dread with those words, what was it that could cut Henry’s life short? He looked at his creator, who returned to eating his soup, his attention on the newspaper he had set on the table earlier.

It’s been ten years since he last saw him, had watched the man leave Joey Drew Studios with a sad good bye, and a promise that they’d meet again. When Henry left, Bendy was banned from seeing him, with a threat from Joey. He had missed the animator, they were great friends, heck, Bendy saw him as his best friend!

And then Henry was fired, banned from the studio, because something happened between him and Joey.

After Henry left… well… Bendy noticed changes in the studio. Things took a strange turn, and he can’t… he can’t really figure out what to make of it all. And it wasn’t just at Joey Drew Studios, there was The Studio, in Toon World.

He had only visited once, and he knew there was something not right about it at all.

Bendy remembered the unsettling, unnatural air of Da Studio, of how everyone seemed to be almost in a trance-like state, that many of them had left the studio in Over World. And ink, it was everywhere, it was constantly flowing in the pipes. He didn’t get far, he just remembered seeing where the Ink Machine was located, and he never wanted to see it again.

It was so much bigger and more powerful than the original one in Joey Drew Studios…

Bendy shook his head and shoved a spoonful of soup into his mouth, deciding to just ignore those thoughts and forget about the Studio for the rest of the evening. He was gonna catch up with his creator, that was a much more enjoyable plan!

As the ate, Bendy asked Henry questions, like what he had gotten up to in the past ten years, how some of his cases went, if he was really as good of a P.I. as some of the humans and toons claimed him to be. Henry answered his questions and tried to ask his own of the demon, but Bendy only answered questions he wanted to answer. He was vague on the stuff that involved him getting into trouble, or how he got Henry back to his office. He also avoided questions about the studios.

Henry was suspicious, but figured that those were sore topics, or things Bendy couldn’t tell him just yet. Yet, that was a word he knew would be common with Bendy. The demon was always a mystery, Henry hadn’t been there when the toon first came into this world, not like the others, but Joey had. Joey said he appeared just like all the others one had and would, something had just… delayed the little guy.

Toons don’t get delayed in coming into creation unless if editing occurs at the same time of the creation, but that is rare. Then again, Bendy went through a lot of rough drafts from Henry’s original designs.

The mouth was a huge change, same with him losing and then gaining a tail, he even use to have a set of wings at one point. And the human appearance… Henry had made notes that he wanted Bendy to take on a human form for pranks, since demons could shape shift, but Joey never liked that idea.

But seeing Bendy with a tail now, and the ability to become a real human, not a toonish one, is mysterious.

Joey, what were you doing these past ten years?

After the meal and talking, Henry set up a makeshift bed on the couch for his unexpected guest. “We gotta get up early, I want to get to work on this case as soon as possible. And didn’t you say we’re meetin’ with your friend at nine?”

“Yep! He an’ his brother better be there, or they’re cruisin’ fer a bruisin’.” Bendy moved to begin removing his vest.

“What are you doin’?” Henry asked as he unfolded an old blanket for Bendy to use.

“Gettin’ undressed! Normally, if I ain’t in Over World, I’m as naked as da day ya created me, but here? Gotta wear clothes, only really got da one set and I don’t like sleepin’ in it. Besides, you’ve seen me in mah normal attire, so don’t make a fuss.”

“Hm. I just thought it was a redesign to spruce you up before the show got cancelled.” That happened sometimes, when series try to continue after having low ratings, they do redesigns of characters to get more attention. It doesn’t always work.

Bendy shrugged. “Nah, it’s my own work. Got some clothes from mah friends, fixed up da left sleeve cause I can’t really use it.” He tossed the shirt aside. “Even gave it mah li’l patch, ol’ dish face thought it was a good idea.”

Henry raised an eyebrow but didn’t question it. “Alright, whatever you say. Time for bed, don’t stay up and get into anythin’. If you need anythin’, I’m in the other room. Good night.”

The imp grinned, giving a nod. “Night Henry!” He waved, watching the human head to a different room before seeing the door clothes. He let out a small sigh, rubbing at the back of his head as he looked around the apartment from where he stood. He hoped they could figure out what’s up with Joey and where he went soon, he didn’t want anything to happen to Henry. Joey would do something to the guy, he just knew it…

“Okay, this is da spot.” Bendy pointed to a small area, where a man stood in dark clothes. He was clearly a toon, though he appeared to look somewhat like a dog. He stood before a fenced off brick wall, watching Bendy and Henry with careful eyes.

“Reason for business?” The dog asked, his voice as stern as his face.

“Detective Henry Ross.” Henry approached, showing his verification to enter Toon World. “I am investigatin’ the disappearance of Joseph Drew. We have permission to enter to continue the investigation to find any clues to his whereabouts.”

The dog looked over the verification, seeing that it was certified between the mayor of this town and the one in Toon Town. “Alright, you can go. But what about this guy?” He pointed at Bendy, who put on a plastic grin.

“I am his assistant in da case!” Bendy continued to smile. “Benjamin Daemon, I knew Joey Drew an’ am a friend of Mr. Ross here. I’m also in contact wit’ da people waitin’ fer us on da other side of da portal.”

He got a hard glare from the dog who turned and approached a phone attached to the brick wall. It was cartoony in nature and after he dialed a number, the mouth piece began to move as a voice came through. “Yeah, what is it?”

“Got a couple of guys wanting to come over, are there people waiting for a Benjamin Daemon and a Henry Ross?”

The phone was quiet for a moment before the mouth piece began to speak again. “Yeah, two guys are waiting on this side. Let ‘em through.”

The dog hung up and opened the gate of the fence with a key from his pocket. “Just walk through the wall. Watch out, it’ll try to pull you back in.”

“Don’t worry, I know mah way around a portal.” Bendy chuckled and grabbed Henry’s hand, making his grab at the back of his vest. “Do not let go of me until we pass through. Dis one is a doozy.”

Henry didn’t like the sound of that, he didn’t usually use this portal, he often used the one near his office. But Bendy insisted on this one and his contacts knew it, so he was stuck with it. He followed after him, holding onto the golden vest tightly as he watched his creation push his hand against the bricks. He watched as Bendy’s hand morphed through the brick, as if he was pushing his hand into gelatin, before his upper body went in.

Soon enough, Henry was being pulled in, the sensation was cold and weird. He never did like traveling through wall portals, they always felt so weird. He closed his eyes, it was always blindingly bright going through these, and he knew that it would be too colorful on the other side.

Bendy had no trouble though, he was so use to this sort of travel that he was immune to the blinding white and then the sudden surge of colors that was right ahead of him. He could hear the corny, upbeat, happy singing of something as he approached before a cartoonish hand shoved through the swirling portal of colors in front of him.

“Here we go!” Bendy grinned, grabbing at the hand as he was tugged forward. He felt the familiar chill of the portal as he was pulled through the colors. It stuck to his body as he was pulled towards a very familiar figure.

“Hey there, short stack.” The figure smirked, seeing Bendy come through with someone. “And you did bring yerself a friend.”

“Yep!” Bendy laughed, stumbling forward after Henry smacked into his back. “Sorry about dat, ol’ man, I forget about da landin’.”

Henry huffed, straightening himself out before he looked at the other toon. He was taller than Bendy, an object head, a cup. He wore red pants with a black shirt, a red and white striped bandana was around his throat, though Henry knew there was nothing under it. Like Bendy, his cup head floated over his shoulders.

“Cuphead!” The imp laughed again as he hugged onto the toon. “Mmmm~! Did ya miss mah sweet face, baby?” He planted a big, wet, cartoony kiss on Cuphead, who shouted and shoved the other off. Bendy just landed on the ground, laughing even harder than before.

“Hehehe, been a while, eh Bendy?” Another toon approached, dressed similar to Cuphead, though in a blue color scheme. He turned his attention to Henry, smiling. “Ah, good morning, Henry!”

Bendy stopped laughing abruptly and looked up at his creator. “You know Mugman?” He asked as he got to his feet.

“Yeah, I know him and his twin brother. We worked a case together last year, and Mugman here helps develop my photos for me when I can get into contact with him.”

Mugman chuckled. “I do it more as a hobby, but I’m happy to be of help.”

Cuphead and Mugman, former stars from Studio MDHR’s biggest hit, Cuphead: Don’t Deal With the Devil. They were two kids who made a deal with the Devil himself at his casino and had many adventures fighting baddies to get their soul contracts in order to save their own skins from the prince of darkness.

It had ran for a while and did well, but after the big fight with the Devil and a bonus set of episodes, the studio lost funding and didn’t do well against other competition. So, the two cup brothers and their cast of colorful characters moved on to Palomino City, a place known for housing lost toons.

When a studio goes under or decides to remove characters from their casts, the Toons move to Palomino City to live. They can find work in Toon World and Over World, but they no longer have studios to return to in order to continue their shows. Sometimes, rarely, do they find work in other studios, but most just get simple work.

They are, however, not treated well.

Many humans, specifically the higher class and those of a certain heritage and standing see them as being on the same level as those of lower classes, the poor, and those of different races and cultures. In other words, toons are a minority group and are treated as such.

It actually surprised Henry that Bendy was able to find stage work in Over World as a performer, most usually work behind the scenes, or as staff members of clubs. It wasn’t often they got to perform unless if the business was owned by toons.

The cup brothers got lucky, they were able to become bounty hunters of sorts. Just like in the show, they tracked down cartoon characters, only this time it wasn’t for their contracts, it was for people skipping out on payments and such. They still worked for the Devil himself sometimes, who lived in Toon World, somewhere.

Henry wasn’t sure where the Devil was, he was a strange toon, one that the animator didn’t understand. He knew people at Studio MDHR and had asked about that character and how he came to be. No one could ever give him a straight answer. How… peculiar. But that isn’t his business of other animator’s work and choices, he wasn’t going to dwell too much on a cartoon demon that isn’t his own.

“Hey.” A voice spoke up, catching the group’s attention. A human stood near the portal, glaring at them. “Alright, you’re all here, now get! No loitering around the portal!”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get yer britches in a knot.” Cuphead snorted, turning away with the others following after him. “So, Henry, what brings you here and how is Bendy involved? Must be pretty big to have him using a public portal like that.”

That last comment caught Henry’s attention, Bendy doesn’t use public portals? Are there hidden ones? Probably, most likely in seedy areas. He probably uses those since he’s on Toon World’s most wanted. “I’m here on a case, Bendy is here to help me. We’re lookin’ for any information on the disappeance of Joey Drew.”

Mugman frowned at this. “Joey Drew? Must be a big deal for you to bother with that, no one here cares that he’s gone. In fact, when people found out, I swear there was cheerin’. Newspaper said a great evil was missin’ and that we don’t have to deal with it.”

“I was hired to find him, I think there is somethin’ big happenin’ behind the scenes. Bendy’s filled me in on what little he knows, and I even went back to Joey Drew Studios to see for myself what happened.”

“And whatcha found wasn’t enough?” Cuphead asked as he put his hands behind his head.

Henry shrugged. “I found a strange machine before the place flooded, called the Ink Machine.”

This got the cup brothers’ attention as the looked at one another, before looking at Bendy. “He knows?” They both asked.

“He knows just as much as I do an’ what I’ve told you two about.” Bendy snipped, glaring. “I don’t want him gettin’ anywhere near dat screamin’, metal death trap! He almost got himself killed in da place cause of da machine.”

“You two know about it?” Henry asked, ignoring Bendy’s shouts.

Mugman waved his hand a little. “As Bendy said, just what he knows. We only really know that Joey Drew created it to speed up production for shorts, but that’s about it. But Bendy doesn’t seem to like it all that much.”

Henry glanced at his creation. “Clearly. Anyway, Mugman, I’m gonna need you to develop the pictures I took. Sorry, it’s got some ink on it, hopefully the film is still good.” He held out the camera he had used in the studio, which Mugman carefully took.

The mug toon looked it over, giving a little nod. “It’ll be a small challenge, but I’m sure I can clean up anythin’ that needs it. Still seems to be in good condition.” He shifted it a bit in his hold, but almost dropped it. Quickly, he caught it, but hit a button, blinding the four with a flash of light.

“Ow! Mugs, what was dat fer?!” Cuphead rubbed his eyes, uhg, he was seeing spots.

“Sorry, butterfingers today, it seems! I think I took a picture, terribly sorry, Henry. I’ll get rid of it when I develop the film.”

“It’s alright.” Henry replied, blinking a few times. “So, we need to sit down and plan things out, figure out how to go about gatherin’ up information here.”

Cuphead nodded, smirking. “Well, we can go to Tizzy’s Diner, since a certain someone owes me dinner like he promised.”

Bendy rolled his eyes. “You said dinner, it’s too early fer dat!”

“Nope, I want breakfast, didn’t get a chance to eat it this mornin’!”

“Cause you woke up late.” Mugman rolled his eyes, ignoring the stammered defense from his twin. “Let’s just go, I’m gonna need a coffee to get through a conversation with those two.”

Henry chuckled, following after the taller twin. “No kiddin’, didn’t realize that those two liked to argue.”

“They’re good friends, but they are always at each other’s throats. Come on, I’ll buy us breakfast, my treat.”

The four arrived to a small diner, called Tizzy’s. Henry had been here once before with someone from his past, they shared coffee and the best peach cobbler he ever had. Tizzy herself was there, a bat toon who always had her curly locks pushed out of her face by a polka dot bandana. She had a stern look on her face when she saw Cuphead, crossing her arms as she tapped her foot.

“You gonna finally pay off that tab, Cuppy?” She narrowed her eyes at him as he sheepishly laughed.

“Y-yeah, don’t worry…! I’ll get da money real soon, just got hired fer a new job, dontcha worry dat pretty head of yours, Tiz!”

“Ha!” She smirked, hands on her hips now. “I’ve heard that song and dance before. Mugs, at least I can trust you. So, you ordering?”

Mugman chuckled a little, saying that they would be as he ushered the other three to a quiet booth off to the side, away from most of the other customers of the greasy spoon. Once they were seated and given menus, along with everyone ordering themselves some drinks, Henry got right down to business.

“I’m gonna need as much information on Joey Drew and Joey Drew Studios as you two can get. Everythin’ from the past ten years.”

Cuphead gave a nod as he leaned forwards, resting his arms on the table. “Gotcha, we’ll ask around, keep it on the downlow. There’s a lotta people here who won’t give up what they know without a price, but Mugs an’ I got our way of gettin’ info.”

“And if it becomes too much trouble, I’m sure our boss will help.”

Bendy shook his head. “No, we ain’t gettin’ dat guy involved, too much trouble wit him, and I already owe him enough as it is… don’t even let him know I’m back here.”

“We’ll keep our mouths shut then.” Mugman frowned, but smiled when Tizzy walked over with a tray, giving them their drinks before taking their orders. Once she was gone, he turned back to the group. “I know a guy, we often use him to find out if a bounty has been seen or if they’re in hidin’. We can probably get a few things out of him, but he’s really stubborn.”

“You mean Mike?” Cuphead asked, getting a nod. “Great, don’t like askin’ him fer information, gets real snippy about it. Won’t even tell us his source! But he’s a man with connections.”

“Mike?” Henry asked, taking out his little notebook and a pen.

“Sarsaparilla Mike, he owns Candy Corners. We know him through Baroness von Bonbon, use to work under her, a background character from our show.” Mugman replied as he took a drink of his coffee, seeing Henry taking notes. “He’s a man who is tight lipped, but can get information from just about anyone, he’s a man who knows what he’s doin’. Really scary how well he is at that.”

“I think he’s got good connections, but like hell he’s gonna tell us who or what they are.” Cuphead huffed.

Henry nodded, making note of this. “Bendy, is there anyone you know who can help?”

“Ehh… not really, tried to keep myself on da downlow these past few years, lost a lotta connections, but I still talk to these two. I told ya, I’ve been in hidin’, can’t have anyone know I’m Bendy da Dancin’ Demon. So call me Benjamin here.” Bendy whispered.

“Right.” Henry frowned. “Well, maybe we can give Mike a visit after we’re done here, could make things a little easier. Or we could check out The Studio, see what we find there.”

“No!” Bendy hissed, slapping his hand down on the table. “We ain’t goin’ there just yet! Only as a last resort!”

“But what if he’s hidin-!” Mugman started but the look he got from the human-toon made him clamp his mouth shut. “R-right, we’ll… leave it for last…”

Cuphead got up from the table and grabbed Bendy by the back of the shirt, much to his protest, and dragged him outside. He pushed the demon into a small alley next to the building and shoved him against the wall. “What the hell, man? You looked ready to jump an’ slaughter my brother!”

“I did not!”

“Your tail is out!”

Bendy glanced, seeing that, yes, his tail was out and looked sharp as a knife. He hissed through his teeth before returning his attention to the cup. “Listen, brat. I don’t want either of you or Henry goin’ to Da Studio. Not until we have a better idea of what happened to Drew. If he’s there, fine, we’ll leave him there to rot in da hell he made, but I don’t want any of you guys goin’ there. Who knows what horrors are inside.”

“Horrors?”

“Believe me when I say dis, but Da Studio is nothin’ like the one in Over World. I only went back once since da show ended, an’ it ended up wit’ me losin’ an arm an’ gainin’ you-know-what. I don’t remember what happened in there, but I’ve got nightmares I never recall later, just phantom sensations of fear an’ pain. Bet you don’t want yer li’l brother bein’ in a similar situation. Or worse.”

Cuphead stepped back, looking about ready to argue, but he bowed his head. “I don’t want anythin’ happenin’ to Mugman.”

“Then trust me, Cups. We stay as far away from Da Studio until its our only option, or things get a lot worse.”

END OF ACT ONE SCENE THREE

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Some of my favorite kinds of robots have new entries up for a look, both in prototype gray and apparently intentional gray. There’s also a new Street Fighter statue of the cool alternate costume variety. Then we’re checking out portable gaming-based pre-orders, and one more big new Transformers release I’m fiddling with right now. I’m here with Tuesday Night Toys!

New Stuff: The Ides of March

Almost immediately upon the release of the Super Mini-Pla DaiZyuJin, its companion mecha Dragon Caesar was revealed to have its own kit in the works. This was to be expected, but it’s still nice to see it. Looks like it’ll be good, and making little posable versions of their combined forms should be a lot of fun as well. I’ve already got a pre-order.

Wonder if they’ll do King Brachion

As we inch anxiously towards Trans5mers’s premier, more toys for the movie’s line are being revealed. This week saw a catalog of various new remolds being unveiled. There’s some interesting stuff in there (including a remold of Steelbane with the hilarious name of ‘Skullitron’) but I’m mainly honing in on Infernocus, a drastic reworking of the Abominus Legends-class Combiner from TFPrime Beast Hunters a few years back.

They’ve all got new names, and Hun-Grr has been replaced wholesale with someone named Skulk, who unites all the limbs together on a new torso/head that looks like it stepped straight off a metal album cover. The whole thing is already pretty tempting (I rather liked Abominus) but a couple things here give me trepidation. First off, these toys (and by extension all the new toys from this catalog) are all done up almost entirely in a flat-looking grey color scheme. At first I thought we were looking at unpainted prototypes, then realized that these were already on official advertising flyers and everything, so this was the final look for them (must be a theme to whatever this set is). Secondly, I’m not 100% sure Skulk there has an alternate mode beyond turning into Infernocus’s torso, which would kinda take the air out of the concept if that turned out to be the case. Still, the combination does look pretty sweet, so this is something to keep an eye on and stay cautiously optimistic about.

Pop Culture Shock started teasing their newest Street Fighter statue: ‘Shadaloo Uniform’ Cammy. This is Cammy’s alternate SF4 costume that embraces her original creation as a new body for M. Bison, a design and concept I always liked seeing in that game (and there are a whole lotta fan-theories borne out of that backstory, believe you me), and it looks pretty slick in statue form here. And I’ll stay interested in what other alternates they go on to do. Maybe they could do that costume Sakura has where she’s dressed like a GROWN-UP!

Wishlist: Game Boy Pocket

Those new Monster Hunter Revoltech figures of actual hunters of monsters are up for pre-order. There’s Kirin in a couple different varieties, as well as Glavenus and Kaiser, and they’re all looking like the nicest of MH action figures I’ve yet seen (I’m not much for the series’ gameplay, but the designs tend to be pretty solid). The weapons they come with look especially cool, and I like the design and colors on the Kirin U enough that I’m considering picking her up (even though I already own the design in smaller posable figure form).

And in the realm of things that might not technically qualify as ‘toys’ but are still fun enough collectibles for me to note, we’ve got these Pyocotte things based on Yu-Gi-Oh: Cute SD clips of the characters from various iterations of the card-battlin’ franchise, designed to look like they’re popping out of pockets or whatever else you can clamp them onto. They’re frankly adorable, and the little quote/description boxes add a nice touch of personality. I don’t even know who this Johan Anderson kid is, and I’m won over by his cute expression and apparent struggles with No Sense Of Direction.

Oh and also more of those Kaiyodo sofubi animals popped up for pre-order. There’s a blue whale and a humpback whale.

On Desk: Somehow earned the name Six Shot

Like I said, there was a big chunk of new releases for Transformers Titans Return. And with no other new acquisitions quite yet to go through, I’ll just have to fall back on all these that I have. In this case though, the one I’m looking at was a big, anticipated release for the line.

The original Sixshot was based around an ultimate version of the core Transformers gimmick: Transforming. Sixshot’s marvelously modular parts could switch between six different modes, and while they were all ‘Cybertronian’ made up space-thing modes, they were distinctive, with parts that still called out what they were, and getting to them was fun. The toy, in spite of its size, is an entertaining thing to fiddle with.

With this in mind, the design of the new Six Shot embraces the way the design worked on the original. It’s largely the same design, with some welcome updates (the chestwings now slot inside the chest panel for storage) and a whole load of modern articulation. There’s no attempt made to over-complicate things, which is good, because that means the added posability doesn't get in the way of any over-ambitious transformation tricks, or vice-versa. TR Six Shot is still super-fun to fuss with.

The Robot Mode does come off a bit redesigned compared to the old one. Being able to stand in a more relaxed or dynamic pose means he doesn’t looks as ‘stiff’, as straight-up and skinny as the old Sixshot. He’s more boxy, with more visibly separate body parts, rather than being a bunch of components stacked and stretched into a robot. Honestly, I’m not crazy about the way the head’s been redesigned. It seems a bit more generic, lacking some of the distinctive curves that made the original more recognizable. It is also a Titan Master nestled in a big flip-open helmet now though, complete with a molded-in ninja headband as befits a professional ninja consultant. You can even just leave the Titan Master in when transforming the toy, which I know will be fine for some people.

The rest of the modes end up working about the same as the old ones, by necessity. Going to wolf mode actually has a few more steps now, and looks better, thanks to advances in articulation (plus he has a tail now, thanks to his guns!). Jet Mode is very nicely solid, with a lot of dedicated parts in the nose/cockpit section coming together nicely.

His car mode improves on my old least favorite mold, sporting a ton a tabs and pegs that hold it together, giving it some definite positions for parts that the old toy lacked in this form. I also love that it still has the radar dish that deploys here (now from the wolf’s mouth), and the dumb little seats the Titan Master can sit in. The tank mode is probably the closest to being exactly the same. I like how the cockpit opens for the Titan Master now, even if that means it’s bigger and consequently makes the tank look less huge. Also the cannons don’t peg together anymore due to the way they transform, which means it’s less stable than the old one.

And then finally there’s the ‘submarine mode’…which is every bit a joke as we’ve been treating it as. Turn it upside-down, there’s the gun mode, the real sixth mode. I mean, I almost appreciate how plainly Hasbro did this. The way the wings now fold along the wolf-head for stability look crap for the top of a submarine, but works perfect as a handle to hold on for a gun. There’s no trigger anymore, sadly, but the rest of it works just as well as the old blaster (maybe a little better now, since the cannons that deploy from the feet are a bit more prominent).

Oh, and he can pull off Wingwolf mode too, nicely

I like Sixshot a lot, mostly on the strength of his old toy, so this new one succeeding at just being a ‘better’ version of that does very well by me. Like if you never got a G1 Sixshot, you could instead get this TR version and you’d be good. There’s few details I like better on the original (the head, the guns) and this toy isn’t perfect all-around either (I appreciate that they tried to give him ankle tilts, but they’re so far-spaced they might as well not be there), but it’s still something I’m super-glad they made. If I have to get another version of the mold as Quickswitch in that upcoming multi-pack, I won’t complain.

That’s all for now, everyone! Have fun the rest of the day!

#zyuranger #power rangers #transformers #street fighter #monster hunter #Yu-Gi-Oh!#kyoryu sentai zyuranger #super sentai #monhun #toys

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