#thank god for the free camera mod

[foibles-fables]

"don't worry. you're still my favorite thrush."

📷: @maybirdie

[jesi555]

𝐖𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒. | © jesi555 — kinktober 2023

𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐙𝐈. | nami

warnings. | wlw sex yessir, fem reader, recording, twt vids [im compensating for the fact that im shit at writing smut], camgirl, hints at vivi x nami, cunnilingus, scissoring, making out yum. im not super proud of this :( lmk if i miss anything.

tags : @aizensgf, @wolflover384, @bun-parade, @3v37773, @guccilaw, @immindingmyown @ruledbyproblematique

Nami loves her followers. After all, they rain money on her. Her tip menu is pricey, but her followers were down bad and As her no 1 fan, so were you. Sometimes Nami thought you were some pervy old man based on your tip, But money is money, and Nami loves money.

Nami felt generous recently, so she announced a competition. 131: one lucky winner, three entries max, one video of both of us, Her community post read. It was a tempting risk, so you mindlessly entered the competition.

At around 9:30 on a Thursday night, you silently studied at your university's library, a few other students doing the same. You were in the zone until a silent vibrating buzz broke your focus. Irritated, you checked your notifications, your eyes bulging out as you saw the email from @namimi. A soft squeal left your lips as you read over the contents of the email.

Congratulations ___! You have won the 131 competition. Your proof of winning is in this email. Please take a screenshot of this email along with the attached verification number and send it to me on Instagram as soon as possible! love, Nami!

You leaned back in your chair, your chest heaving. After a silent scream, you hurriedly headed back to your dorm. After screaming into your pillow and thoroughly contemplating the reward, you finally texted Nami.

___: hii! I received an email saying I won the 131 competition! here’s a screenshot!

You awaited her response for a few minutes, but as it turned into an hour and another, you slowly lost hope. You honestly felt disappointed. Your fave just flaked out on you!

Before you could wallow in sadness anymore, a buzz got you running towards the device.

namimi: omg hi! I'm so sry for the late response! I was getting my hair done. I see you're the lucky winner!

Before you could reply, a small notification popped up, '@namimi followed you'. You quickly accepted the request and waited.

namimi: hold on, you're a girl?! thank god. I was not looking forward to having sex with a middle-aged Discord mod.

you laughed and messaged her back,

___: haha no I'm very much a girl. so do you need any information from me?

namimi: just general stuff, I'd prefer it to be face-to-face though, is that okay with you?

___: Absolutely!

namimi: cool! I'll text you the location soon!

You bit your lip nervously. Nami was coming to meet you. The Nami. Your leg bounced up and down, waiting for her arrival. A few minutes pass as you see a head of orange hair enter the cafe. She looked around for a second before she saw your smiley face.

"Damn, you're even hotter in person." she chuckled, "do you wanna make the video today? I'm free tonight. You look good as it is."

Your mouth slightly fell open as a small 'huh' voice out of your throat. "I mean Yes!" you quickly said.

"Awesome, let's go back to my place then."

Her home was nice. It smelt like tangerines.

"You're okay being recorded right?" she asked. Nodding in agreement, you looked over her room.

"Alright, the camera's set up. do you want a dom or sub role?"

"girl do anything to me," you spoke without thinking, processing what you said. she laughed out and asked you if you were ready.

"yes"

"good. then strip"

A new notification spelled out 'namimi is live', and soon hundreds and thousands of followers joined the livestream. To many of them, the stream was pure heaven. 2 hot girls making the fuck out? Yes, please!

namiismymommy sent 10$: holy fuck namisslut sent 2$: wait is that @princessvivi? ilovevivi sent 4$: Nah bro that's the lucky winner namisslut sent 5$: I'm so jealous

"Are you reading the comments?" Nami whispered in your ear, both of you, skin to skin.

namiismymommy sent 20$: eat her out.

"My lovely followers are asking us a favor" she moaned, "let's give them what they want baby."

You dropped down in front of her cunt, giving her lips soft kitten licks until she pushed you into her pussy. Nami getting eaten out by an equally hotter chick was a God-sent gift.

This was probably Nami's best video yet. Not to mention, the scissoring was a highlight.

As the live stream ended, the two girls looked at the comment section.

ilovevivi sent 50$: Vivi, Nami and lucky winner threesome when?

It seems like you'll frequent her channel soon.

꩜ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐢𝟓𝟓𝟓 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫. 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!! 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 !!

[h-ruchiyo]

Your dainty hands began to type down the last page of revision for your boss, carefully looking at the corner of the monitor as a small '20:38' was trying its best to remind you of the due; hoping you can submit your work last minute before the deadline in less than half an hour.

As if your body received another injection of adrenaline and caffeine from a sip of this god-awful coffee, cursing at anyone who gave you this before submitting your finished paper and clocking out right away; cursing at your boss inside your head before realised how free you were now since tomorrow would be your last week as their (underpaid and overworked) intern.

"Lola, Lola, hmm,"

You hummed along the way back to the apartment, holding your bag tightly in your hand as you could see how crowded it was; numerous people flocking around to hold each other close while you had decided that spending another night of reading Bloomic's latest chapter might be a best go-to.

After a refreshing shower and a can of cold drink in your hand, no one could stop you from reading your only coping mechanism to postpone the upcoming dread of existential crisis you shall face one day; well, 'or so' you thought.

As you decided to take a break and looked around for cute ships on Twitter, a post caught you surprised since it was your first time reading it ever.

"Huh? A discord server for Bloomic?"

As if you were in trance, your finger began to hover around to click the link and there you were, inside the server as Bloombot barged you around with a few questions then let you go to the wild '#general' with some unread messages related and directed to you.

"Oh, wow, what is this,"

You muttered under your breath, standing up from your position to turn your PC on and drinking down the rest of your drink; fingers hovering over the keyboard as your eyes were trained to reach each message carefully by greeting each one of them personally, thinking it'd be the best instead of being vague and whisk around nowhere.

Your eyes lit up at a comment this one account made, claiming you could call him Xyx as each one of them began to introduce themselves including the mod aka Quest; a sweetman who reminded you of warm cinnamon roll and spiced latte in the late autumn.

"'wanna call?' man, this mod is friendly for sure."

You agreed to his invitation since some members were busy with their own stuff on other channels or going idle for a moment to sort life out in real life.

Clicking on the voice channel, you tried to find your headphones for a bit before going back to connect it with your PC; not realising that your camera was on this whole time and Quest's cheeks were in fire when he got a good look of your appearance.

Sitting inside a modern chic room with few decorations, he could see a young woman wearing a flimsy sleeping dress as her hair was draped over her shoulders; looking around for something nearby her desk before going back to the call and made contact with his eyes.

"Oh, hi!"

He smiled, reaching his ears while his arm was seen resting on top of the table; giving you a view of a tattoo covering his limb before you returned the smile, giving him a slight wave before disconnecting your headphones and taking it off from your head, feeling pissed as the lack of sound it provided.

Quest began to introduce himself, looking away once in a while as he explained how the server worked and expected how everyone would act from now on, stating the Bloombot could get confusing for him sometimes to control around.

"Thank you for looking after all of us, Quest. I feel so happy that you're here with me."

A small and appreciative sentence that rolled over your tongue smoothly, almost giving Quest a small heart attack if it wasn't for his hand gripping on his desk; trying his best to calm his heart beat and dizzy head, almost getting drunk from all those praise you threw at.

"God, angel. If it's for you, I'd for sure throw everything away and run straight to you."

You listened to him carefully as your cheeks were heated up, almost gaping at his words; hoping that he'd stop striking you away with these comments before you could actually start to combust due to him.

As he looked at your face through the screen, he made a hope for once after a while. A hope to see you in real life, gazing into his eyes and threading his fingers between yours — away from his boss, coworkers and Bloombot, that always goes hard with its censorship.

"Well then, angel. I suppose I should call it a night now, you look tired. Can't have you sleeping on me, yes?"

A deep chuckle escaped from his lips, making you break the eye contact and look away to suppress your embarrassment; wondering if the call was supposed to be like this or you were overthinking over such a small nickname.

The night finally had its grasp around you and lulled you to a state Quest finding you look cutest for tonight.

Your head was resting against your arm on the desk, looking up to see him with your half-lidded eyes and pursed lips; trying to fight the spell moon had cast over you.

"Sleep well, angel. Have a good one for me, yes?"

"Hey, intern, we need you here! Come fast!"

Your black pumps stumped against the concrete floor almost hurriedly, giving you a cramp since today had been quite hectic and a worker had asked you to cover her shift for today since she had an emergency issues at home.

You went forward and back, running around the office with fresh prints every minute and placing it on everyone's cubicle; double take each of them to make sure none was left out and let out a sigh as it was finally lunch hour, a time for you to take a deep breath and give your poor calves a massage.

Sitting at the cafeteria, you watched a long line of workers and decided to take some time to sip on iced milk tea with boba and cream on the top; understanding how good it was and perfect for Lola's exhausting life, running around and facing life-changing moments on almost every chapter.

"Angel?"

You looked up and met a pair of brilliant blue eyes staring back at your eyes, not expecting to find him out of everyone to meet you at the cafeteria here. As if he was asking for permission to sit down with you with those eyes, you gave him a nod before holding out your hands to take the tray from his hand, placing it on the table as he sat down in front of you.

"Um, hi."

You flashed him a small smile, eyes' corners slightly crinkled with some sweat beads went past over it. He looked down for a minute, not returning your smile right away like last night and instead taking out a handkerchief, dabbing it over your forehead.

"Sorry, you look tired and I— I can't, y'know,"

He stuttered over his words, eliciting a warm laugh from you as you wrapped your hands around his wrist and putting it down gently before sending him another shockwave in his lane with a small 'thank you'.

Apparently, Quest had been working here for a while (preferably almost five to six years) at the marketing section as a salesman and almost rarely leaving his cubicle, enjoying most of his time inside including during lunch time due to endless works.

You could see he tried to muster it up and play it off as a small joke, but the darkening circles under his eyes and fine lines around them couldn't fool you. Quest was for sure tired and never got enough rest after he started to work here, barely hanging on the thread.

"Can you work on them home, Quest?"

"Yeah, but, I'd rather not, you know?"

"How about going to my place tonight? I'll help you out."

Quest might have started to call you 'angel' because your eyes always glowed in his eyes and whenever he listened to your voice, it felt as if, everything was worth it and he's willing to stay up late at night and finish all his works before eight so he could have you all for himself until time for him to clock out.

But, this?

It took him aback and he was basically a stranger, one that you could always walk past and forget in a week; but, why would you offer him such a suggestion? Working here was already tired enough and he would feel bad for taking up so much of your free time at home.

Alas, here both of you were, spending time with you after finishing his total workload until next week in less than eight hours; pushing each other's capabilities until it reached its limit before Quest slumped down in his seat while you were half-asleep against the bed, letting out a small giggle when you got caught red-handed staring at him.

"You look tired, angel. C'mere,"

He spread his legs open and put a hand on his right thigh before realising what he was doing, straightening his back with panic written all over his face. As you walked in his direction, you put your hand over his chest, trying to calm him down before sitting on his lap — resting your cheek against his left chest as your legs were over his right leg, smiling slightly when his hands began to massage them gently.

While it wasn't supposed to be a shock for you, having Quest to be in your real life was still a surprise. He was tall and bulky with broad shoulders, yet the way he talked and brought himself reminded you of a small raccoon after getting a food.

"Ah, yes, Quest, right there"

You moaned close to his ear, noticing your feet were feeling better than before since you took off those pumps; cursing at the company's requirements to have you wear black pumps with heels above five centimetre and below fifteen.

Quest started to feel embarrassed again just like before at the cafeteria, touching his warmed up cheek with the back of his hand before looking down to see you in the eyes; lips hovering and lightly brush each other when you could feel his breath started to get heavier.

"May I?"

He cupped your cheek, cradling you closer to his side before he pressed his lips against yours; humming at the combination of sweet taste of your drink and chapstick, placing his other hand around your waist to pull you closer and sit down on top of him, knees hitting again the seat in the process.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and then went down to his chest, using it as a leverage to deepen the kiss; humming slightly as you could feel him starting to get hard under you.

You broke the kiss and looked into his eyes, asking for silent permission before taking off his tie and shirt; after giving you a small nod, you took off your shorts and his belt, slightly fumbling before he blew out his signature laugh, giving you a small comfort and reassurance before shifting your eyes back to his face.

"Fuck, angel,"

His hands were both on your waist, tightly gripping on the soft skin as you began to grind your hips against his; sucking on a sharp breath when he began to lower you down, making a direct contact with his clad one.

"Take your panties off, sweetie. Let daddy do the rest for you, hmm?"

He brushed his thumb against your cheek, sensing a slight nervousness as you put your panties away and Quest began to do something similar; hand not leaving your side when you went back to align yourself with him, giving you some time adjusting to his size as the tip had slipped inside.

Your hands were still on his chest, depending on it as a leverage while his other hand was right behind your back; keeping you steady and close to him, making the older man feel in cloud nine when you looked at him with those eyes — begging for him to take control and let you watch how everything unfolded.

It didn't take long for him to lose control of himself, slamming your hips down even though his thick, fat head was already hitting the deepest part inside you minutes ago; not giving you any space to breathe and making your hips bouncing on his, covering his whole length with your slick before slamming it down again.

"Never knew you'd be so tight, angel. Scared?"

You whimpered, digging your nails into his shoulders while he treated you like a fleshlight; ignoring your pleas to go easy, as if he knew that if he stopped right now, you'd probably beg to go like this — all messy, sticky and drunk on his cock; boosting his confidence on rewarding you for tonight.

You might have hoped he would ignore your clit for tonight, but, it was Quest; he would never forgive himself for not paying any attention to every inch of your body, leaving one of them ignored. And thus, he began to draw a small circle around your clit, eliciting a ripped scream from your throat as you made a mess over his lower stomach and length; a white ring forming on the base as he kept thrusting his hips against yours, overstimulating you in the process.

"Angel, do you want me to cum inside?"

"Yes, don't worry about it."

He watched your eyes rolling to the back, sweaty skin slapping against each other and then spreading your ass with his hands, giving him a chance to angle himself better before a thick rope of his cum filled you up to the brim; forming a small bump on your stomach as Quest rested his hand and put some pressure on it, letting his cum oozing out your folds.

"This is one way to end the day after our first meeting this morning, eh?"

[dollydonna]

thank god for more moreau defenders

I downloaded the free camera mod so that not only could I rotate him freely in my mind but so I could rotate the very world around him

[pitch-black-angel-of-death]

I look up at the flat window as the rain lashes against the phone booth. Despite the downpour I can see the lights of the tv and the peak of your mountainous body. Your gorgeous head illuminated, each chin blending into your neck rolls as you chew the dozen burgers I left you with.

We didn't expect to get here, we originally decided that if your body started to fail, we'd let it. Maybe it was the brain mods, or maybe it was somewhere in your mind all along, but now you wanted to keep going. I could understand it, you weren't yet 900 lbs, only 867 lbs, and you'd already had three heart attacks, and the blackmarket drugs I'd used to pull you back as you whined and begged for more life and more food were expensive, even with both our Life Grants and my wage. That tantalising 1000 lbs kept you going even as the blood and the grease pooled in your legs and I had to shake them, and watch your body wobble like the sea. Wave after wave of flab, crashing against the other.

I knew the answer would be no. I knew this was dangerous. But I had to check on the off chance. I pull the finger I'd purchased from my coat, attach the pulse mimic to it and place it on the payment pad as I dial in the number for the Corperation Wellness Centre. I wait a nerve wracking half minute as it scans the finger and connects me. I make sure the camera is set to off my end, otherwise I'd be rumbled straight away.

Finally the bright sunny electronic voice begins "Welcome to XS Corporation's Newton Wellness Centre helpline. Your biomedical data is being accessed as we speak. Please confirm your name, date of birth and the first line of your address for security purposes." A dancing cloud of particles sits on the screen, moving with the voice.

I root around in my pocket for the tub that the finger is from and pull it out. It reads "Harry Jenkins, D.O.B. 13/02/2137, last state registered address 28 Prince Drive, Weystock, Newton NT1 2BQ". God, he's only 23, I think as I input the information into the keyboard. The tekker who sold me this finger said the guy was a fellow feedist but single. He must be really desperate for food to sell his finger for the meager price I paid. This guy came from a well to do family as well, judging from his old address. Weystock is where the rich would eat real food three meals a day but use slimming pills to always appear as if they didn't. He was using vintage cash now, he was basically off grid. There were pros and cons to off gridding as a gainer but once you hit one of those cons, it tended to spiral from what I'd heard.

"Thank you Harry Jenkins, which department helpline do you wish to speak to?" chirps the sunny voice and lists off the mile long list. I select the one we need and glance back up at the window. Your overplumped cheeks are bouncing as you cram fries in and even in the dim light I can see the sticky sheen of grease coating your face and chins. The most beautiful display of gluttony I'd ever seen. You're completely right, it would be a massive shame if I didn't get you to over 1000.

"Welcome to the Replacement and Augmentation Department," a refreshingly human voice says, but still tinted with a false happiness. "How can we help you today, Harry? According to your records you haven't been to a clinic or centre in three years. I have to remind you that any procedure we discuss today may have an inaccurate outcome prediction because of that."

I take a deep breath. How heavy was this guy when he was last checked? I really hope it was under 400 lbs otherwise this would be impossible. "Hello, I'm looking to see if I could get a new heart?" After a while I hear some keyboard clacking. "Independent operation, I have friends who work in surgery," I add, hoping that will improve chances. It was well known that the Wellness Centres often refused to operate on people above 700 lbs, despite it being illegal to do so according to the very laws the Corporation implemented.

"Your free choice in your medical care is important to us, if you are undertaking independent operations though with XS Corporation's products I have to remind you of the following. We are not liable for any death..."

I had started the person on a legal ramble that by the Corporation's own laws they had to tell me. "Thank you," I say through gritted teeth when the jargon comes to the end. "I understand, just want to know if I'm eligible."

More keyboard clacking ensues before a sigh. "My apologies, Harry, but as your records state, you have already had one heart replacement. Without coming into a centre or having a wellness check, I am unable to confirm or deny your eligibility. At your last weigh in you were 402 lbs. If you need help with your weight and affording the corrective slimming medications, please contact the Healthy Body, Healthy Mind, Healthy Pocket Foundation, they'll be happy to help you. I see you're calling from another area code but we can even send a team to your registered address to begin a wellness check and-"

"Thanks," I manage before hanging up. I can't deny that I'm turned on, the thought of a guy so heavy, so unhealthy so early in his life but I'm pissed as well. I slam my fists down on the phone's control panel before looking back up at you through the window. My dick throbs harder as I watch you squish half a burger into your mouth in one go. I can imagine the moans now. Like in a trance I disconnect the pulse mimic and put the useless finger in the tub and exit the phone booth. I make my way up the near-two century old concrete stairs, stairs you haven't used in over two years. I put my own finger on the flat door's retro-fitted print lock and walk inside the flat.

The telly is advertising something you don't care about but your eyes are locked on as you reach down to your upper belly for another handful of fries. Your giant mass flows over the bariatric bed, your thighs squeezing through the rails, your under belly keeping your legs permanently parted. Your tummy gurgles, whether its because of hunger, digestion or pain, you don't care. Even before you finished chewing the fries you're grabbing another burger.

"Hey darling, anything you need?" I ask, my hands scooping up your layers of fat on your back as I slip myself behind you and the pillows that keep you upright. It feels good being pressed against all that fat. Despite the sponge bath this morning, the folds are sticky with sweat and grease. I wouldn't expect any less from my hog. I gently kiss the rolls, and listen to you moan through the mouthfuls of burger.

Then you grunt for a while, your brain trying to turn some semblance of humanity back on before you pant out one word.

"More..."

Confused? This story is set in a dystopian future for fat people and feedists. Read part 1 here, which is set a year prior and part 2 here, which is set eight years prior to this third part.

[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo jack and ranboo - how y/n made friends with everyone

this is an extra to the great adventures series

requested: yes/no

warnings: cursing

tommy

you were actually friends with tommy when he was streaming to a few viewers, and you even watched as his channel grew. eventually he asked you to mod for him, as he knew he could trust you and because had experience being a twitch mod. he was also the reason you began streaming. as for how you met, you were in the same classes as him in highschool, and since you were the ‘quiet’ person in the class, they sat tommy next to you. honestly, you hated him when you first met him and the feeling was mutual. you didn’t want to sit next to the rather loud teenager and he had no one to talk to anymore as his friends were on the other side of the room.

“do you ever talk?”

“heh?”

“i said do you ever talk...do you always do that”

“do what”

“that fucking HeH.”

“are you mocking me simons?”

“noooo why would i do that...”

“it’s y/n.”

“right, yeah, yeah, i totally knew that.”

“great now please leave me alone i’m trying to work.”

“loser.”

“the fuck did you just say?”

“nothing.”

it was that moment tommy decided he was going to make you just like him, and a few years later that’s exactly what he did. by year 11 you and tommy had grown extremely close. the last day of school arrived a lot earlier than expected, everyone was extremely stressed, no one knew what to expect or what was going to happen. you found yourself hanging around with tommy a lot more as you had no idea if you would both be going to the same college, in september you received a text message that made your night:

tommy: college sent out emails telling you if you were accepted go check

*2 minutes later*

tommy: well?

y/n: i got accepted

tommy: me too

y/n: call me right now

tommy: i’m about to stream..have you ever considered streaming?

y/n: absolutely not

tommy: make an account and stream after me i’ll raid you..make me mod you know how people can be

once college started up, you were slightly nervous the two of you would drift away from each other. however this was far from the case, although you both did different subjects and he was only in on wednesdays, the pair of you would hang out together a lot more. he would be in your streams and vice versa, you would either be in his tiktoks, or you would be the one filming them.

“y/n make a tiktok we can be mutuals.”

“please god no.”

you spent so much time at his house either talking about random things, playing whatever game you could find, or streaming. he dragged you to every meet up he went on, allowing you to meet people such as niki, phil, and, wilbur. you didn’t know this, but he would constantly bring you up in conversations with dream, which eventually lead to you joining the smp in october where you would later be able to meet the likes of jack, technoblade and jschlatt. the only person you didn’t seem to see on the server was his other friend tubbo.

ranboo

you had become friends with scott after being his first twitch mod and when he noticed you started streaming, he was extremely supportive, always raiding your stream once he ended his. today you found yourself bickering with scott because he wouldn’t let you in mcc despite the fact you were ‘the best minecraft player.’

“y/n, i watched you die in minecraft 7 times last night within 5 minutes.”

“oh i’m sorry mr perfect, let me in mcc.”

“no.”

“fine i’ll make my own.”

and that’s exactly what you did..well you tried your best.

you started your stream as soon as scott ended and had him call you on discord after explaining to your chat what you were about to do.

“scott final chance let me in mcc, i’ll settle for access to the practice server.”

“fine.”

“REALLY?!”

“absolutely not!”

“fuck you, ill be in it one day!”

you left the call telling chat you didn’t need that negative energy in your life.

you really have scott to thank for you making friends with ranboo, scott made a tweet explaining what you were doing on stream which caught ranboos eye.

Smajor1995: after not making it into mcc again my good friend @y/n has decided to take it upon themselves to make their own on stream!! ill also be in the stream (if they answer my calls) *twitch link*

ranboo joined your stream and was instantly met with you yelling at scott (again) to let you in mcc.

“IM YOUR TWITCH MOD!”

“i will ban you from mcc!”

“you don’t have the nerve... so he left the call this is bullshit watch me land this water bucket clutch down this ravine so we can find axolotls and build an army.”

*you died*

you pulled your hood over your face before sinking down your chair taking a deep breath.

“FUCK!”

you calmly got back up and looked into your camera.

“i was so close, so very close.. HEY CHAT SCOTT SENT ME A LINK TO THE SERVER!”

a few minutes later you were able to get onto the server, only to be kicked less than a minute later. the reason you were banned being ‘i watched you fail the water bucket clutch down a ravine.’

you continued your build on your server and just spent the rest of the stream talking about anything that crossed your mind, that was until you decided to copy ace race. once finished, you looked into your camera and pulled your microphone closer to you.

“so this is race ace, so scott doesn’t sue me, and basically it’s going to be this course, but i’m going to change a random section practice it every day, not tell anyone it changed. of course i’m going to tell my team we have to win, oh fuck i forgot scott was watching my stream..it’s okay he didn’t hear me he’s too busy planning how he can rig the next mcc.”

ranboo found himself enjoying your content and even noticed you in his chat multiple times.

“just a minute chat i’m just sending an important dm to my mods.”

that’s when you noticed chat paused for a minute after you sent a message, it confused you for a minute before realising ranboo made you a vip on his channel and you decided to do the same for him on your channel, from there you added each other on discord. the pair of you made friends extremely quickly, you were constantly part of his streams as you would call him on discord not realising that he was streaming.

“hi y/n, by the way i’m streaming”

“i just wanted to ask if you knew how to break into a house?”

“....why”

“i locked myself out by accident and my parents are asleep come help me.”

“you are in the uk.”

“okay? catch a flight.”

chat honestly loved you and your friendship with ranboo. the pair of you only met a few weeks ago and you were already acting as though you had known each other for years.

jack

you and jack met for the first time on the smp, which would have been fine, however you met during lore and your characters weren��t exactly the best of friends. once lore had ended, everyone said their goodbyes and left the call. a few moments later you received a discord message from jack asking if you were available to call any time soon. since you were back in lockdown, you had plenty of free time. you arranged a time and date a few days later you called jack, where you had your first proper interaction out of character.

“hello jack!!”

“oh hi y/n i just thought it may be a good idea to get to know each other, well you know considering we’re both on the dream smp.”

“yeah, yeah, i understand what you mean.”

the pair of you ended up getting along with each other, it was slightly awkward for the first 5 minutes of the call, but that was expected since you hadn’t really met jack before and were anxious to call him. however, after that the conversation started to flow and you found out the pair of you had a lot in common making it easy to come up with things to talk about. it ended up feeling as though you were catching up with a friend you hadn’t spoken to for a while.

“has anyone told you your accent is really strong.”

“so is yours, y/n, what the fuck is that supposed to mean.”

“it means your accent is strong, duh.”

jack asked if you’d like to stay in call and join him on the smp whilst he streamed, and you gladly accepted the offer as you really didn’t want to do your college work, and you were enjoying your time with him. a few minutes into the stream jack had killed you several times.

“JACK STOP KILLING ME!”

rather than answering you he just sat laughing. he then went on to attempt to mute him microphone, he failed. however he didn’t realise this, so you sat listening to his plan on how he was going to kill you again. this time you were prepared, you sent a message to tommy telling him to log on along with your location. few minutes later tommy was by your side and helped you kill jack several times for revenge.

“Y/N...TOMMY!!”

“you didn’t mute your mic, so i told tommy you were bullying me.”

“im gonna go...BYE JACK, BYE Y/N, ILL SEE YOU SOON!”

“i can’t believe you.”

“hey you’re the one who didn’t turn your mic off.”

“how did you know?”

“i had your stream on my other monitor.”

“ayeee you watch my streams?”

“...i’ve been a sub for 4 months.”

the two of you stayed chatting and playing for another hour. the pair of you were already so close and you had only met each other the other day. this was just the start of your friendship, soon enough you were in a laugh and the stream ends challenge on his stream, however due to lockdown rules this was done over discord leading to you accidentally leaving the call several times.

“and they’re gone again!”

*4 minutes later*

“SORRY JACK IM BACK!”

“stop leaving y/n!”

“oh i’m sorry, let me just go yell at my wifi to stop cutting out!”

a few seconds later you could be heard faintly in the background screaming at your wifi as it would continue to buffer. as soon as restrictions were over one of the first things you decided to do was go to jacks and stream a laugh you lose where there was a punishment if you were responsible for losing the last heart. however everything was apparently hilarious in person as you would constantly laugh, meaning you were responsible for losing the last heart.

“y/n give me your phone.”

“no.”

“you lost let me tweet from your account”

“fine..”

soon enough your fans and friends with your notifications on received this twitter notification

“y/n: jack is so cool and funny he is also really tall i am not”

tubbo

tubbo was actually the last person you met and made friends with, your community were convinced for some reason that you both didn’t like each other and that’s why the pair of you didn’t talk to each other. this was far from the case you were both waiting for the right time, tubbo was an extremely busy teenager and you didn’t want to interrupt him, and tubbo knew you were currently in a stressful position since you had recently joined the dream smp, also you were still meeting people so he didn’t want to stress you out. this doesn’t mean he didn’t want to be your friend, he actually asked tommy since he had been your friend for at least 4 years what would be the best way of getting to know you.

“mate they hated me when we first met, just talk to them or something. you could have met them the last time i went up to visit you, but they ended up not feeling too good and went back to the hotel room.”

“when are you next coming up?”

“how about next week, and i’ll bring y/n, i really don’t understand why you’re nervous tubbo, it’s y/n they wouldn’t hurt a fly..well hmm.”

“see you next week then!”

a week later tommy dragged you to the train station.

“uh tommy where are we going?”

“...on a train.”

“no way, really? oh my god!”

a few hours later you finally got off the train.

“ill go with my dad to check into the hotel room, do you want to come with us or?”

“i think i’ll go for a walk and stretch my legs.”

“right okay, meet you at the beach later”

you spent a few minutes walking around the beach picking up any rocks and shells that caught your eye, little did you know it would result in you meeting tubbo. once you finished putting your new collection in your pockets you noticed a small crowd of people walk up to someone asking for pictures assuming it was tommy you walked over to the boy, it wasn’t tommy it was in fact tubbo. at first you stayed silent not wanting to really cause attention to yourself. you only spoke up when some people started to make inappropriate comments towards him.

“oh sorry to be a pain guys me and tubbo have plans with tommy in a few minutes, we should go so we’re not late. bye guys.”

you smiled and waved as they walked away. you looked over to tubbo, you could tell he was still pretty anxious about what just happened and honestly if you was in his position, you would react the same way.

“we should probably move from here incase they come back and see you’re still here, are you okay?”

“im feeling better now it’s over..thank you”

“oh it’s no problem i’m, y/n btw.”

“wait you and tommy were still meant to be on the train.”

“the train was actually on time, tommy went to check into the hotel i wanted to stretch my legs, i also wanted to collect some rocks.”

“did you collect enough or did you want more?”

“im not going to say no if you wanna go collect some with me.”

the pair of you walked around keeping each other close incase the people from before returned. half an hour later, the pair of you sat on a bench close to the beach so you could show tubbo everything you decided to pick up, he ended up keeping a rock he liked to have as a memory. tubbo wrapped an arm around you as it was getting cold whilst you watched the sunset.

“tubbo i think tommy forgot about me.”

“you can spend the night at mine, i’ll send him a message to let him know.”

“are you sure?”

“of course!”

“this has to be the most unsafe thing either of us will ever do, we hardly know each other and now i’m staying at yours.”

tommy sent you a message explaining that he didn’t forget, there was a problem at the other hotel and they had to go find another one, but you’ll be fine to stay at tubbos for the night. the pair of you spent the entire night learning as much as you can about the other person. it had only been an evening but you already knew the pair of you would be great friends.

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Kiss of Death - Corpse Fic

Prompt: “He’s a bad kisser” 

Backstory: Y/N is a streamer and secretly dating Corpse, not even their friends know. Other than Dave, of course. They’re playing proximity chat among us with Valkyrae, Toast, Sykkuno, Pewdiepie, JackSepticeye, Pokimane, Ludwig, and Dave (boyinaband). 

Genre: Fluff + humor 

Content warning: Light swearing

Word Count: 1631

A/N: Okay. First of all, writing an author’s note really threw me back to my Wattpad days but, anyway. I just wanna say feel free to send little prompt requests in my ask box for fics. I won’t write smut, I know I have for kpop artists in the past and I may write smut again in the future but for now, it’s a hard no for all fics. I will write mainly for Corpse Husband, Valkyrae, BTS, and Dream Catcher. Possibly other YouTubers or kpop groups just ask and I’ll let you know! I also will write for some book fandoms, I can’t list all of them so again just ask, please. I’ll get to requests whenever I can so please be patient while waiting. 

Until then please enjoy the random prompts I’ve found that I thought would be cute :) 

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction

You were playing among us with your friends and your boyfriend, as usual. The only difference was you were using the proximity chat mod which you had never done before. Because you guys were using that mod every time Corpse got imposter he was doing his “kiss of death” thing. 

As you loaded into the game you saw the word crewmate pop up on your screen. Everyone started joking about being a crewmate or imposter and you chuckled to yourself. “I am just a crewmate doing crewmate things. I am doing keys, because I am just a crewmate.” You stated while walking over to the keys task, knowing that you don’t even have keys this round. 

“Y/N’s faking keyyysss.” Poki called. 

“She’s just reminding everyone to fake keys, guys, everyone fake keys right now,” Sean said, moving his character on top of yours in front of keys. The was a chorus of agreements as almost everyone did the same. Once that was done you split off from the group. 

“Guys… I think it’s Poki, she didn’t fake keys.” You said to your chat, laughing to yourself. You went around doing your tasks. You came across Sykkuno in O2, “Hey Sykkuno, whatcha doing?”

He paused in the doorway of the tree room, “Oh! hi Y/N. I’m uh just doing my tasks.” 

You cleared the trash shoot, “Oh yeah? Just a crewmate doing crewmate things?” 

Sykkuno giggled, “Uh, yep. Just doing crewmate things. Hey, you- you wanna stand on this vent with me?” 

You hesitated, knowing there’s absolutely no way for you to figure out if Sykkuno is just being himself or is actually the imposter, “I- You know what yes I would love to Sykkuno.” You walked into the tree room.

“Oh- really? That… Was very enthusiastic.” The two of you walked onto the vent by the tree, stacking on top of each other, “You’re not the imposter, right? You’re not gonna kill me. 

“Oh, of course not, Sykkuno. I mean, you know, maybe.” You love making yourself look extra suspicious to him because that’s how he plays, “Here. I’ll click the spot where the kill button is and we’ll see what happens, okay?” 

“Oh, Jesus-” He gasped. 

You clicked the spot on the screen, “Hear me clicking?” You both laughed.

“Uh yeah I do, that means it can’t be you huh?” He said, “Here I’ll do it too.”  

You yelped a little as the body reported screen came up, scaring you. 

“I thought I just fucking died.” You said, trying to calm your breathing.

“Honestly, me too.” Sykkuno said, “There’s so many people dead.” 

Poki reported the body and the screen showed that Toast, Sean, and Dave were dead, “So Rae and I just walked up on Toast’s body. And I don’t think it’s Rae, I’ve been with her for a good chunk of this round.” 

“Soo it could be both of you.” You pointed out. 

“Why are you susing me right now??” Poki exclaimed. 

“You didn’t fake keys!” You yelled. 

“She’s right!” Pewds yelled, remembering that from the beginning of the round, “What the fuck, Poki?” 

Corpse laughed, “That’s a little sus Imane.” 

Poki laughed, “I can’t believe I’m getting sussed cause I didn’t fake a task.” 

“Anyways, I think it’s Rae and Poki. It definitely couldn’t have been Sykkuno, we were chilling on a vent.” You stated. Corpse hummed to himself. 

Sykkuno vouched for you, “Yep that’s true. And we did a foolproof test so it’s not either of us.” 

“What was the test?” Lud asked 

“Well, we both clicked the kill button and neither of us are dead, so.” Sykkuno pointed out. 

“You clicked the kill button?” Rae asked, “Wait, so you’re both imposters? You clearly can’t kill each other if you’re imposters.” 

You sighed, “I don’t know why Sykkuno had to say it like that but we clicked where the kill button should’ve been and nothing happened. So it’s not us.” 

“So there’s two pairs.” Corpse mused to himself. 

Pewds brought his mic really close to his mouth, “Get ‘em out of here.” 

You yelled over him, “Hold on hold on, it’s seven we can’t vote on seven. Kind of sus that you’re pushing to vote on seven.” 

“I’m not sus you’re sus.” He declared.

“Let’s skip, I’m gonna stay with Sykkuno and protect him.” Lud announced as the ‘I voted’ sticker popped up next to his name. Everyone started voting to skip. 

“If Ludwig dies it’s Sykkuno.” Pewds concluded as the timer ran out. 

“What???” Sykkuno wailed. You quickly ran to go to Lab on your own, afraid of Rae and Poki. 

Rae walked behind you into Lab, “ Ahhh- Hi please don’t kill me.” 

“No no no I would never,” Rae said, making her voice sound sarcastic on purpose as you guys walked into decontamination. You started to scream dramatically. 

“Heeeeeeelp. Heeeeellppp! She’s gonna kill me.” You pushed your character into the door to specimen, desperately waiting for it to open.  Once it finally did you rushed down into specimen and she ran after you. You ran around specimen with her chasing after you.

“Stop running. Y/N. Y/N! Hey- Stop running!” She yelled after you.

“Nooooo.” Corpse walked into specimen from the bottom and stood off to the side watching the two of you, “Coooorpse, protect me.” You yelled. He moved his character between you and Rae. 

“Yeah, uh, of course. I’ll protect you don’t worry.” He said. Rae stopped in front of him. 

“I said I wasn’t gonna kill you Y/N.” She insisted. 

You fake cried a little, “You didn’t say you couldn’t kill me though! Corpse, please. Wait-” You realized Corpse could 100% be the imposter right now, “Corpse… It’s not you is it?” 

“No no, I’m gonna protect you.” He promised. 

“....Does that mean it’s you but you’re gonna kill Rae to protect me?” You asked. They both laughed and Rae backed away from Corpse. 

“She knows too much Corpse, she knows too much!” Rae yelled. You started to scream for help again and run around. 

“Hey hey hey, relax.” Corpse said, following you. You ran towards bottom decontamination, getting stuck at the door again, “Don’t worry. Y/N, shhh. It’s okay, just-” He made a smooching noise and the kill animation popped up on your screen. 

You let out a shriek. “I can’t believe- Well, hi chat.” You giggled and started reading the chat again, “‘You got a kiss from Corpse, how do you feel?’ He’s a really bad kisser, guys. I mean it, did you see that? He kissed me and then STABBED me. An awful kisser.” You shook your head. A body was reported and the meeting screen popped up. They discussed yours and Poki’s death Corpse and Rae vouching for each other and Lud and Sykkuno vouching for each other, leaving Pewds the only one without an alibi and got him voted out. The defeat scream popped up showing Rae and Corpse as the imposters. 

Corpse POV

Before joining the lobby again he decided to read chat for a second and talk to his fans. “I’m sorry I can’t really look at chat that much while we’re doing this mod it’s just hard cause everyone can hear you, you know.” He read through the recent super-chats, thanking people as he went. He quickly scanned the rest of the chat. People were spamming that Y/N had called him a bad kisser, “Wait- she- Y/N said what??” He joined the lobby, “Y/N what the fuck?” 

“What’d I do??” Y/N questioned.

“Did you really tell your chat I’m a bad kisser? Why are you lyyyying?”  

“I-” The whole group started gasping and talking over each other, “I meant in the game! You- everyone shut up oh my god please-” 

“Okay okay okay, let her talk guys. Try and talk your way out of this Y/N.” Corpse chuckled. 

“Okay, before I get myself into a scandal. In-game, before you killed me, you gave me a little kiss. Then my chat was like how do you feel and I was like you know what, that was an awful kiss I died from it.” 

“Ohhh, that makes sense.” Corpse said. 

“Wait!” Rae interrupted, “What else would she have to go off of other than in-game?…” There was a long silence. 

Corpse was the one to break the silence. “You know what, gamer bladder. Bathroom break.” Everyone laughed and reluctantly agreed. 

Y/N POV

You tried to stay calm and talk to your chat about any other topic but your chat was going insane speculating about you and Corpse. 

Corpse came into the room and you quickly held up one finger off-camera to tell him to wait a second. 

“Uh, hold on just a second guys.” You muted your headphones and took them off. You started to work on turning your webcam off but he reached over and grabbed the arm of your chair, rolling it towards him. 

You squealed, “Corpse! What are you doing?”

“I’m a bad kisser, huh? I’m a bad kisser?” He started peppering your face with kisses. You giggled. He planted his hands on the armrests of your chair, practically trapping you in place. He raised an eyebrow at you, a smirk plastered on his lips, “Hmm?” 

You cupped his face and kissed him. He started to pull you closer to him but you pulled back, “No, you’re not a bad kisser, baby. You’re the best kisser.” He kissed you again and then went back to his filming room. You slid your chair back to your computer, pretending as if nothing happened. You put your headphones back on and scanned the chat. There were a couple of people being like we saw that hand but you ignored it and continued playing.

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Minecraft Part 2 (Sykkuno x F!Reader)

Oneshot (maybe part of a series??? at this point probs): Chaos in the server, Will a deal entice you to become part of the comfy cartel? Or will you resist the temptation of the deal and side with the resistance? Friendship and a lil romance (oohhh things are starting to heat up)

Warning:Non beta (cuz we baddies purr); part of Uh-oh & Impasta

You had been streaming Minecraft for about 4 hours when you decided to end it for a small meal break. Though ending stream didn’t stop you from continuing playing with your friends. Unfortunately, Sykkuno had not been on while you were streaming, since you did so quite earlier than usual, but you wanted to remodel your minecraft home; turning the once pink wooden home to a white quartz block using the obscene amount of quartz that Jae gifted you as to entice you to join his faction in the sever. It was a nice bribe gift, but you have yet to align yourself with the ressistance or the comfy cartel. 

So, while gettin gifted quartz blocks was nice, hearing that Toast gave Lily a gun enticed you more.But you doubt Toast’s whole character arc will entrust you with one. You maybe be living with his ‘right-hand’ man, but he seems to be slowly on a downward spiral. Kind of like a crazy wacky scientist- he’s doofenshmirtz. 

Anyways you had completed the finishing touches on your remodeled, when you saw in the little chat that Sykkuno was on. “ OH!OH!OH! SYKKUNO!”

You were excited to show him the newly made house. The house was three levels to your house, but you’re mostly wanna show him the basement area.

You saw the iconic teal shirt paired with the green stripped scarf boxy figure making their way towards you. You emoted the cheering pose and happily called out to him “Hi Sykkuno!” 

“Hey, Y/n!” He cheered back coming closer “I have something for you!” 

You start jumping up and down “Present!” You like getting free things, especially if it comes from someone you like....as a friend of course. Yup yup, just as a friend. As, he stood in front of you he laughed “What are you doing?” watching your character wave their arms around

You laughed back at him “Just happy to see you!”

“Well, I’m always happy to see you!” Sykkuno chirps out and adds on with a slight stutter “C-cause we’re friends! I’m always happy to see such a great friend!”

Feeling the high of him telling you how he was always happy to see you was crushed by him reminding you that friends is all that you both may only ever be. So with the disappointment lingering and the excitement wearing off, you just mutter a reply back. “Yes! The bestest of friends!”

“Yup, yup. Anyways have some water mills” He throws some black blocks with blue markings on them “Follow me!” You both ran near your home “Claim this bit of land” and you did so. “Now, dig like a 3 by 6 hole and place two water mills close to each corner and one in the middle bottom”(1). You followed his instructions “Ok, so im just gunna place the water” You watched him do so “Ok! I think it’s all good and ready to go!”

You crouch and inch around the hole “What is it?”

“Ok well you know how I got you that green lasso that has you swinging and jumping all over the place with the slime boots?” Sykkuno asks crounching up right beside you 

“Yea yea!” You crouch and uncrouch in circles around him

“Well I have something even better!” He cheers “Eh” he grunts and throws a ring on the floor. You awe and oh as you put the ring in your hot bar “How cute! It has little wings on it!” 

“Yea! It’s a special ring” Sykkuno tells you 

“Special ring?...Are you proposing to me! OMG Sykkuno” You joke 

“Wah?” Spluttering out in confusion but deciding to play along “I mean are you accepting?”

You laugh “Woah, Sy! How bold of you sir”

He giggles back to you before teaching you how and where to put the ring. “OK do you have it on?”

You jump up and down in response allowing the slime boots to spring you up higher. “Yup Yup”

“Ok so, why don’t you take off your slime boots and then press the space bar” He jumps up and down, which you do. You gasp as you are lifted into the air “Sy! Look! Im flying!!” He is in the air next to you “I can see! Cause I am also flying!”

“How are we doing this! This is so fucking cool!” You laugh as you start moving around in the air “WAIT! Are you streaming? I’m so sorry!”

He laughs as he starts following you around in the air “It’s fine, but the ring I gave you is an angel ring. As long as your wearing it, then you can just fly around”

“Wow! Thanks Sykkuno!” You cheer and you walk around in the air “Clean! Clean!” 

“Yea, Of Course! It’ll be alot easier for you to get to places faster” He explains once more “Now, my chat has been going crazy and telling me that you redid our house?”

Excitement lit through you as you were ready to show him the remodeling works that you’ve done “Yes! I did! I’m so excited to show you” You move your camera out of first person and notice your character wearing a pair of white wings on your back “Oh my god! Sykkuno! I didn’t know that there was actual wings that appear on your lil person!”

“uh yea! I didn’t know if you wanted to have or not, cause mine are invisible” Sykkuno says flying next to you as you make the short distance back to your home “but i remembered you saying that you wanted to buy fairy wings. I could’ve made them pink to look like them, but i thought the white ones would suit you better”

“Cause i’m such an angel?” You tease as you reached your front door

“Well uh you are um a nice person” Hearing the shyness in his tone made you think that he was being sincere and it made you blush “Thank you Sykkuno, you’re one of the best people i know!”

He clears his throat “uh well um, look we made it!” trying to divert the conversation away from the compliments. You made a mental note to yourself to compliment him more, so that his confidence rises up and he no longer shies away from them.

“Yup!” You open the door “come on in!” He oh’ed as he came in, seeing the kitchen area first “As you can see Sy and chat, I have created a kitchen with actual fucking oven and fridge! How crazy is that! These mods are cool!”

“So, yeah! Kitchen area, though I doubt we’ll use it” You comment

“Wow! a fridge! Neat!” He opened the fridge and looked at the decor of other kitchen appliances 

You laugh at his wording “ Yup! and this is our living room slash library” leading him further into the house and showing him the sitting area with a bunch of bookcases surrounding the fake chairs “and right next to this is the ‘dining room’ where more seats were placed with a table and a cute flower in a pot atop the table. “So, yea this is the first floor!” 

“This is cool! Oh! it’s [y/f/flower] on the table” He notes and you nod feeling your cheeks flush a bit before admitting “of course! It’s actually the flower you gave me on our first day...”

“thats, thats really cool that you kept it” Sykkuno replies and there is a bit of silence between the two of you. Not awkward but almost in a content kind of way. Peaceful if you will. 

“Ok! Now lets head upstairs! It’s where we sleep!” You say walking up the stairs showing him the green beds placed next to each other “I didn’t know if you wanted to sleep next to each other again, but i did it anyways lol” 

He walked around the room and admired the little decor spread around the walls and opened chests in the room. He laughed awkwardly “it’s fine, it’s just a respawn point so its no biggie!”

“Yea to sleepovers!” You cheer 

Clearing his throat he noted how much he liked the room, causing you to smile and thank him “But i know what you’ve been wanting to see the most!”

“What do you mean?” He questioned and looked at you 

“The basement! Dun Dun DUN!” You jump at him scooting him down the stairs

He laughed in disbelief “What was that? Did you just hit me?”

“Nope” Emphasizing the p “ I just jumped at you which caused you to go down the stairs! I could never hurt you Sy!”

“Well I could never hurt you too” He mutters back and you pouted at how cute his response was

“Oh! You could just make your way down there! I forgot that Jae wanted me to give him some quartz back!” You gasp remembering what Jae had told you

“What do you mean?” His character looks back at you

And you look back at his and think “hmmm I don’t know if I should snitch or not, but Jae gave me an obsence amount of quartz blocks to build the house! I knew it was a little hard for you to get some, so he offered to give me some”

He hummed back “I see....” 

You noted how the atmosphere tensed for a split moment until Sykkuno happily noted that it was nice of him to give you something he couldn’t, but it sounded a bit off to you. Though you didn’t pay much attention to that since you didn’t want to reveal the resistance, as you have yet to align yourself with any of the two factions, well soon to be three since you believe that Sydney is doing some witchy stuff.

“Well, why don’t you go do that while I check the basement and give something to toast really quick!” He tells you 

“Ok!” You reply back to him rifling through your chests to find the remaining the blocks to give to Jae “I’ll see you in a bit, maybe toast too!”

With that you made your way back to Jae to hand him the quartz back, though it was quite an ordeal since he made a whole rant on how evil the comfy cartel were and how you should join them and become a spy cause apparently Toast is planning on doing something that could affect the entire server....

So you just ignored all of that and made your way back home, to have Toast and Sykkuno greet you at the front door.

“Hey guys! Im back” You cheer at them

“What did Jae want huh?!?!” Toast immediately questions you “Did you tell him any of our business huh? Should we be trusting you huh? huh? HUH!?!”

“Whoa Toast” You back up as he was getting all up in your face

“Wow Toast, are you okay?” Sykkuno places himself between you two 

“Im doing just fine” Toast answers back and you notice his full gear armor “Just wanted to know if we have a rat here”

You tsk “wow Toast, I see how it is. I see. By the way you look like a Power Rangers villan, just sayin”

He takes out his gun and points it at you “Well you won’t be sayin much Motherfucka!”

“I won’t say anything at all if you give me a gun to join the comfy cartel” You hit Sykkuno away and hear him utter an ow “Cause I don’t have an allegiance with anyone at the moment. So I’m a free agent and I can talk to whoever whenever” Throwing his words back at him and implying that you can speak to anyone without repercussions.

“AH right you are not part of the comfy cartel yet” He nods to himself “Well I wont give you a gun to join the group cause frankly I know that you’ll just shoot me”

You sigh “Then i’-”

“Instead!” He interrupts you “I’ll give you something better!” 

You pout “but i wanna cap a bitch”

“Instead of cappin’ you’ll be rackin’ cause you’re gunna have to collect taxes from people and in exchange you get the left hand of my right hand” He moves closer to you, that statement throw you through a loop ‘left hand?right hand?’. You were confusion. “Capiche?”

“What do you mean?” You question and he evil laughs and hits sykkuno.

“Wha? What was that Toast” Sykkuno also confused as to why Toast hit him and what Toast meant.

“I’m saying that you can have Sykkuno!” He evil laughs once more 

Sykkuno splutters “Wha? What do you mean Toast?!?!”

You were shocked at what he said. Giving you Sykkuno? “What do you mean?”

“You can marry Sykkuno” He repeats himself once more “You are both important to each other, why else live together? This way I’m keeping you both in check” and once again with the evil laughter

‘I’m glad im not streaming otherwise some of the more entitled fangirls would 100% send hate comments to me’ you think to yourself

You hum “Will I still get a gun?”

“Only if you can become my number one marksmen and execute the people I tell you too” He offers you

“Deal” You nod to yourself 

“Wha? [Y/N]?” Sykkuno sputters out “You’re ok with this?” and nodding to yourself you reply with a yes and asks him if he is also “Well I- uh I” he continues to laugh awkwardly “I mean uh sure?”

“Neat!” You reply throwing a diamond at him “Here’s your dowry lol”

Though before another conversation could happen Toast butts in once more “This was a test and you both passed” and throws a gun at you “Here take this one, prove yourself and I’ll get you a better one”

You put the gun in your hot bar and place it in your hand. “Clean!” You start point it in different directions “Thanks! Toast!”

“Don’t betray me or else you gets the hose!” He starts walking backwards then comes back up to you “Oh, also your target is Leslie, be sure to collect her taxes before killing her.” Walking backwards once more before coming back “Oh Sykkuno hand me the diamond [y/n] gave you.” He does so “Ok that’ll be your last tax payment until I have you look for materials for a special project” He evil laughs as he flies away

“OK! Great talk!” You call out and emote the happy one, with your arms lifted up and shaking about “Awesome! I get a gun muahahahaha!”

You hear Sykkuno clear his throat “so uh, you were ok with marrying me?”

“Yea! so were you!” You say as you move you camera around trying to find a good angle to see it properly

“Because you were!” He replies back and that took you aback a bit as you didn’t realize how uncomfortable it may have been for him.

“Well you didn’t have too if you didn’t want to” You felt a bit embarrassed at the fact that he did it because you wanted to but not he himself personally

“Wha, well I didn’t think you were being serious” Once again laughing awkwardly “Cause you know girls aren’t in- OW”

You shot him with the gun in annoyance.

‘Bitches are into you Sykkuno’ You screamed in your head ‘I‘M BITCHES!’

 Author’s Note:

Side Note 1 - I dont know if this is correct lol

No cap but i had written half of this like 3 days after writing Part 1 but I got lazy lmao sorry! Also this is gunna be a slowburn story cuz lets be real our smol bean and all of our asses are awkward as hell and kind insecure in the romantic aspect, so realistically it would not be fast paced.

So here it is Minecraft pt.2/4

Tags: @sushiims

[organizationhimself]

chrono cross remaster first impressions

WHAT I LIKE: -the starting image is cute -you can revert to the old graphics thank you god and also jesus -i do actually kind of like that the “press start to game” menu switches around to lurk in different locations.  idk.  i saw some complaints about that as a thing but i think it’s nice, and it’s too short a part of the experience to bother me -they’ve definitely cleaned it up to the degree that it like looks good on a switch screen (from what i’ve seen anyway), it looks better on a CRT but this still looks better than i was expecting -uhhh i like the part where it’s chrono cross

WHAT I DON’T LIKE: -for fuck’s sakes why did they update kid’s in-world model to be even less modest?  i get that they’re going for synergy with the battle model, but the battle model is already the occasional unfortunate victim of unlucky camera angles, and there are sustained camera angle changes in-world!!  must i never know peace?! -the new graphics in general are kinda...eh.  the new art has a weird feeling to it for me personally, i’m sure it’s just taste.  but also, the classic art is just better for the speech portraits and the new ones where they’re trying to fit as much of the character in the shot as possible just defeats the purpose, plus the colors are too bright.  i’m not sure why they did it this way -i listen, of my own free will, to a lot of chrono cross remixes of dubious quality.  but the samples i’m getting on the intro menu...excuse me but what?  that version of “sailing” just, what was happening to my ears.  mr. mitsuda are you okay??  blink twice if you need help -settings are really bare-bones, i don’t really get why you can’t switch freely.  new backgrounds but old models?  new models but old portraits?  like, why not NITPICKS: -some of the sounds are different and i don’t like it, abloo -did they put the new version of orlha in the classic’s menu screen or am i just dumb and her official art and character portraits have always looked like different people?  (probably that second one) -auto-battle doesn’t appear to use elements or select different hit types, so that’s still useful as a substitute for mashing x to get out of battles late-game, but only for that purpose -the text moves too fast, but i’ve admittedly only played the intro so far to see how different characters look, and i seem to remember the text moving faster around then.  there are certain story beats where it NEEDS to be slower though, so i hope those are intact. -some of the text is kinda ugly and i think they could’ve done more to make it blend in (just like, artifact it a little, it’s ok!!  it’s an old game!!)

end result, i knew i was going to buy at least one version of this full price to send the message that I Will Buy Chrono Merch, so no regrets.  but i dislike enough changes thus far that i’m not going to just out and out buy the steam version as well, unless it’s at a steep discount (and i see some cool mods manifesting).

[ixellent]

Making a little collection post about these things that have helped me since the supply chain got fucked up really bad and also just in general! A lot of these are YT videos but some have supplementals I’ve added. DON’T WAIT until you need something to learn how to do it if you can avoid it. But this is not a list of “apocalyptic how-to’s”, we aren’t learning to make paper from scratch or sew our own clothes, we can’t all can our own veggies (and canning materials are short anyway), this is a list of depression-era-style fixes and right-to-repair concepts!

I know a lot of people who just can’t be assed to fix anything and that’s fine because then I get to have it and I do want to fix it. 

Bonus Negotiating tip for "getting to yes” on FB marketplace: say “thanks in advance, God bless” at the end of your initial message. Don’t forget to capitalize God. 😉 ● How to Darn Socks by Last Minute Laura - I want to add to this that it’s okay if you don’t do this perfectly or if it seems ugly when you’re finished, it’s probably still going to work fine! Embroidery needles and thread (sometimes in the form of a kit) are EASY to find at thrift stores, and especially used art supply stores. Related: 50 Hand Embroidery Stitches by Handiworks ● Simple Guide to Electronic Components and Soldering Basics by BigClive - Soldering is so so so handy to have some basic knowledge and skill in. I use it to do Gameboy mod kits but it also helped me feel confident in replacing little burnt out fuses, capacitors, etc. If I could have found a replacement relay I would have fixed my kettle! Pick up a multimeter if you can! Learn to use it! Related:  Soldering Is Easy comic by MightyOhm, and pretty much any Nintendo repair video, I recommend starting out on doing a simple shell swap or a gameboy IPS kit and going from there when it comes to electronics. Do not do a Joycon shell or a DS first.

● How to Replace an iPhone SE Screen by JerryRigEverything - There are a ton of videos or written tutorials for almost models of devices. I put this not because no one has ever heard of replacing your phone screen (lol) but because it is increasingly difficult to repair devices and with EXACTLY the right parts.You will often have to find your year model or even serial number and then do research on which parts are compatible/behave - usually someone will already have done the legwork so you’re like “aha this is the battery that will work in my 1st gen Paperwhite ereader”. Many phones and devices have pain in the ass adhesives so you “can’t” fix them. Do yourself a favor and get a good, plastic safe spudger and prying tools. Related: iFixit kits which are better than ever, Jailbreaking with Hexxa Plus ● Fix a KitchenAid Mixer that isn’t Spinning by ereplacementparts - I bring in this one because sometimes a scary, seemingly broken expensive item can be bought for very little and fixed very easily. There’s a YT video for like EVERYTHING. You will quickly learn to recognize how things GET broken and what their most likely problem is. I buy “untested” vintage point and shoot cameras all the time and usually they literally just need a new battery lol. Lots of things just need cleaned or need new grease or something, or have a broken trace/burnt fuse/broken plastics etc. See Soldering above. ● Oil Change on a TW200 by tdubskid - This is just to stand in as an example of some regular maintenance and familiarity with your vehicles. Not everything is as easy as a good ol’ Tdub but it’s worth getting the owner’s AND service manual for your vehicles so you can at least take care of it well so that it needs LESS maintenance and know when it is need of maintenance and how urgent it is even if you cannot perform it yourself. Plus, again, tons of YT videos and forum threads. Note: I highly recommend that if your vehicle is under warranty of any kind you don’t do your own oil changes/service or get service anywhere except certified dealerships until that warranty expires. Related: How to Change a Tire (plus jacking it up) by Chrisfix (this is a great full walkthrough! I KNOW most people have never done this - and check your spare once in awhile too)

● Learn to use hand tools and power tools safely. Go ask a family member or a friend to show you how to use them, I’m sure anyone who has them would LOVE to help you and show you what they’re working on. Get a manual impact philips screwdriver and a regular old rubber mallet and thank me later. See if someone’s grandpa is getting rid of their extra wrenches and sockets. Pick up cheap name brand power tools and their accompanying (watch the voltage) batteries and chargers when you can. People will act like you have to “pick a system” and have all one brand but who gives a fuck dude, I don’t. Get a little metal/wood hacksaw and a metal/wood file. Get safety goggles and some coated grip work gloves. Get a cheap soldering iron and some lead-free solder wire (and a fan lol.) Get a set of torx bits/drivers. Don’t be afraid to ask people how to do things. Give away or sell your tools when you don’t use them anymore. Last one but this is very important: Put stickers all over your toolboxes!

[kazuichis-whore]

Gundham x male!reader

Warnings: Death

Summary: Ya trying to get a date with Gundham <3

Sunflower Seeds

This takes place after the second class trial

You have had your eye on Gundham since you've all arrived at the island. Ever since the free times you've had, you always spent them with Gundham. If not Gunham, then Kazuichi, which made Kazuichi a bit upset since all I did was talk about Gundham, and Kazuichi wasn't really fond of him. Since the killings have started to happen, you've only grown closer to him and his 'Dark Devas of Destruction'. This wasn't the best for your heart, many times you thought it would explode when you were close to Gundham.

You see, you'd love to confess to Gundham, but you weren't entirely sure if he was into guys even in the slightest. You could just walk up to him and ask "Hey are you gay? Bi maybe?", but that is too straightforward and weird. So you settled on just keeping these feelings to yourself and just being a close friend of his. That is until Chiaki caught on to me.

It was a cool morning and everyone was either waking up or already heading to the restaurant. You had barely got out of your cottage before Chiaki got in your face.

"Hey, (Y/N). Can I ask you something? In private...", you hated that term, 'in private'. It usually meant that something bad was going to happen, but you trusted that Chiaki wouldn't say or do anything weird.

"Uhm... Sure. Come in" I moved aside so Chiaki could enter. She immediately cornered me. "Do you like Gundham?" She seemed so confident in the question. I was shocked and frozen, I studdered before I even got out a comprehensive sentence. "Whawhawahaa?! How... How did you know? Am I that obvious..?" She backed off with a soft smile. "No, it took me a while to figure it out. Your really good at hiding your romantic feelings. Anyway, Akane and I want to help you and Gundham get together."

"Thanks, Chiaki, but how are you two gonna do that??" There's no way that they could set us up, right? Dumb question. "Akane already found out Gundham is bisexual, but he only likes people he's known for a while and is close to, so you definitely have a chance with him. All I need to do now is convince him to go to the beach with you." What "Wait wait wait, how did you find out he's bi?" "Akane just asked and he was fine with answering" Of course they just asked.

"We can have you and Gundham meeting up at night and Akane and I could set up some lights in the sand and a picnic" Chiaki looked up as she was thinking out loud. "But what about Monomuka? We aren't allowed to be out of the hotel resort after 10 pm." She just smiled, "I'll appeal. He enjoys teen romance so there's a good chance that he'll let us all be out after the curfew", "How do you know he likes teen rom-", "That's not important right now, meet with Gundham at the beach around 10:30 pm." She seemed so determined. I agreed and we both made our way to the restaurant together

Of course, we were a little late. Gundham was the first to notice us, I think he was staring at the door... "The rest of the mortals are here." God his voice was hot. Kazuichi looked over at us "Finally! Gundham and Akane were about to go looking for you guys!" Man, did we take that long? oh. my. god. What the FUCK is that? I was about to say something before I saw this hideous tribute to our recently deceased friend, Mahiru. I was going to say something rude about it before Hajime grabbed my attention. He was signaling for me to be nice about it and that Hiyoko made it. I spoke with an unsure voice "Wooww that looks so coolll. Whoever made that is verryyy talented.". Hiyoko seemed to be satisfied with it. Good because that's all I got in me.

I made my way over to a table so I can eat. Gundham glanced over at me and continued to eat at his own table. It was a quiet morning, everyone must have still been tired. After we had all finished and left, I went to the supermarket to get some sunflower seeds for Gundham. Yesterday he helped me with a cow attack at the barn, so I wanna try to pay him back. It was a good thing he was looking for me anyway.

I still had some free time after I came back from getting the sunflower seeds. I decided to look for Gundham since I knew he was free most of the time. When I finally found him he was talking with Chiaki and Akane at Jaberwok Park, they must be talking to him about going to the beach with me. That also means I need to find someone else to talk to, I get really bored if I'm by myself for too long. I could either look for Kazuichi and look for things he can take apart or just go annoy Fuyuhiko. I'll look for Kazu, I don't feel like hearing boss baby yell at me.

I walked to the 3rd island and was on my way to Electric Ave. since that's become Kazu's new hangout. When I got there he was already digging around looking for anything to fidget with. Kazu is a nervous guy, so I understand if he wants something to with his hands constantly.

"Hey, Kazo! What 'cha lookin for today?" I asked as I leaned over his shoulder to see what he's grabbing. "Anything really. Although it would be nice to find something to corrode the cameras that Monokuma put everywhere. Hey, have you seen some yellow wires anywhere?" He stopped whatever he was doing to look at me. "No, but I think I saw some orange ones by the old game consoles", I pointed to the pile not too far away from me. "No no no, It has to be yellow, orange won't work with my current project." He went back to rummaging. "What are you working on?" I turned my head to the side, it's a bad habit. "I'm trying to make a phone, so we can call someone or something. At least be able to play some mobile games so I'm not so bored all the time." He was still digging around.

"Ok then, see ya! I'm gonna go find Chiaki or Akane, whoever comes first." I said turning away. All I heard was a very faint 'bye' from Kazuichi, he probably wasn't listening. Oh well, at least he said bye. I walked back to the resort where our cottages are. I must have lost at least 30 pounds from all the walking between islands. As I was walking past the farm, I saw Akane. I walked up to her to ask about Gundham and if he was going to the beach. "Heyyyy Akaneeee!" I tried to strike up a conversation since I'm not very good at it. "Oh, what's up (Y/N)?" She definitely knows how to match someones energy. "Sooo what did Gundham say?" I asked, slightly bouncing from excitement. Akane just deadpans "What?". "About the beach! What did Gundham say about going to the beach with me?". "OOOHHH, he said he'll go with ya, but you have to not force him to swim with you. Something about him poisoning the water from his skin? I don't really know, I wasn't really listening". "Oh, that's fine! I won't force him!" I beamed.

"By the way, he said he wants to talk to you about something. He's at his cottage if you wanna talk to him right now." Akane seemed to not be interested in anything she's saying. She probably agreed to help Chiaki only because she was bored. "OK! Thank you, byeee!" I turned around and hightailed out of the barn.

As I was making my way towards the resort gate, I heard Sonia scream at the supermarket. I left the gates and started booking towards the market. When I finally got there, I didn't see her anywhere. I started calling out to her and poking around every crevice of the store. When I finally found her, she was just standing in the back, perfectly fine from what I could see. "Sonia oh my god! What happened? I heard you scream, are you ok?" I was panting from the running and looking. She looked at me with a pang of guilt in her eyes. "I am sorry for scaring you (Y/N), but thank you for taking the time to find me." She looked down at her shoes. "Well yea of course, but why did you scream?" I tilted my head to the side again. "I am terribly sorry (Y/N), but I have a kingdom to lead and I need to get back, I'm sure you understand. Right?" She slowly started walking towards me. I saw a screwdriver in her hand, It looks like....Kazuichi's! How did she even get his screwdriver? Oh what am I thinking, she probably just asked for it while batting her lashes and Kazuichi just gave it to her.

I started to walk backward until I was fully against the door. I quickly started to feel for a handle and scrambled out, back to the isles. As I was running towards the door, I felt a stabbing pain at the back of my head. After, my body felt numb, as if I couldn't control it. I fell. The last thing I heard was the door opening, it was Gundham. "Hello? I heard a scream so- (Y/N)!!" I really hope he finds the sunflower seeds in my pocket. At least the last thing I saw was Gundham.

Mod Jax: HAH, yall probably thought you were gonna have a nice beach date with Gundham. Foolish. You don't get to have a happy ending. Anyway, this took a while ahaha. MAYbe I'll make a version where ya survive and get yer beach date, maybe I won't, idk yet. BUUUUT there is a 90% that I make a part 2 where it's the trial for your murder.

Todays message that ya probably need to hear

You're not responsible for someone else's mental health, fuck with yourself before you fuck with someone else

[velvetcoves]

Okayokay so I finally decided-- can I have headcanons for Korekiyo, Rantaro, Kokichi and Shuichi (playing with the rest of DRV3 and S/O in Among Us) walking into Security after the doors open to see their S/O next to a dead body, then there's this weird eye contact moment, and then their S/O just... vents away? It's weird as shit, but I came up with it, so. Thank you!

this is a super adorable idea!! i love all the creative things you guys come up with <3

-mod velv

KOREKIYO SHINGUJI

★ Korekiyo likes to keep his distance from everyone in the game, that includes you

★ so he’s not that big of a problem when you take care of Ryoma in security

★ Ryoma is sitting right next to you, so he takes a look at your screen and lets out a small “i fuckin’ knew it.”

★ you chuckle, walking away from the cameras to the vent

★ and then enters Kiyo

★ you two are sitting across the room from each other, and you both look up at the exact same time to lock eyes

★ Kiyo has this smug look on his face as he returns his attention to the screen, walking in to security before he notices your avatar is gone

★ there’s genuine surprise on his face because you two were just looking at each other?? how the hell did you vent so fast?

★ he steals another look at you as you round the corner to security once more, having vented to med bay

★ you give him one last look, giving him a wink before you kill him

★ Kiyo shakes his head, going to finish his tasks as a ghost as you and Ryoma are too busy trying not to laugh your asses off

RANTARO AMAMI

★ you two are THE power couple in Among Us

★ you always have each other's backs in meetings, and if one of you are the imposter, the one who is killed doesn’t say anything

★ however, this time was different

★ after you killed Shuichi in Navigation, your avatar turns to see Rantaro straight up vibing at the entrance

★ you slowly look up from your screen to see his shit eating grin at you, and he walks over to the report the body

★ wait you’re g o n e ??

★ ???

★ you actually scare tf outta him when you round the corner again and murder him

★ homeboy SCREAMS

★ and so you report his body, and start proclaiming your fake alibi as Rantaro stares at you with an uncertain emotion because wait you’re actually a really good liar?? hol up

KOKICHI OUMA

★ ok so in Among Us, Kokichi literally ALWAYS clings to you, even if he’s imposter. you’re the first to go if he is, and the rest of the crew immediately knows he’s imposter because of it.

★ so you finally get away from him while he’s doing a download task, and you get to murder Kaito.

★ he doesn’t say anything as you both look up from the game to playfully glare at each other, but you fail to notice Kokichi coming into Communications.

★ mans literally BOLTS up from his seat beside Kirumi and sprints over to you, trying to see if your name is red

★ “(F/N) YOU’RE IMPOSTER??” “NO I’M NOT OUMA I STG-“

★ since he’s trying to get to your screen, you quickly vent away from his avatar in the game

★ perfect timing on your part because Shuichi walks into the room and only sees Kokichi next to Kaito’s dead avatar

★ “Kokichi, you finally stopped your obvious tactics?” “wait what-“

★ he gets voted off and you’re free to continue your murdering >:)

★ he literally stalks you as a ghost though LMAO

SHUICHI SAIHARA

★ ok tbh Shuichi is PARANOID in Among Us

★ he will only stick with you if you’ve done a visual task, and he’ll make you you’ve seen him do one as well

★ so it’s not that hard to chase him down tbh

★ however, when you’ve planned to kill him, Kokichi waltzes in to med bay

★ you quietly groan, opting to kill him first and then trap Shuichi until your kill count down is ready

★ that wasn’t a good idea

★ “(F/N) HOW COULD Y O U”

★ oh my god your EARS

★ Shuichi flinches next to you as he glares at Kokichi, and you take this opportunity to vent away, ditching your first plan

★ Kaede proceeds to enter med bay, and Shuichi looks HELLA sus

★ “Shuichi, you wanna explain why you’re right next to Kokichi’s body?”

★ EVERYONE’S eyes are on him

★ and they are none the wiser to notice your smirking face as you leave electrical

[toxoplasmajuice]

The Final 2x2

“RIGHT NOW, THIS is just a normal elimination, the same as it’s always been. Each of our bachelorets will decide who shall stay… and who shall go. But after tonight, everything changes. After these decisions, all that remains… will be the final two-times-two.”

Poses: Camera Pose Pack (traelia) as always, Running Poses (danjaley)

Read From Beginning: Here!

Other Notes: Yeah, this is far from the best thing I’ve ever posted on this blog. I think, before I do another “regular” (read: murder-free) BC, I’m going to have to seriously rethink how I do the “last chance” thing. See, I always feel like I should include everything, but since autonomy works for me now, that gets SO tedious… especially when my brain is, to be honest, focused on things besides writing filler for a BC that’s been running since 2017. I actually did cut a few interactions from the final product, but… I dunno. I might need to figure out a completely different way to post these scenes. And on top of THAT struggle, I started to feel like I just needed to get this out rather than try and polish it...

Anyway, thank you @berriesandbrownsugar and @pxeldroids (if you ever check back in with Simblr) for Saturday and Beatrice (respectively)!! I loved having them both (and kiiinda soooorta biased one of them), and it hurts to see either of them go. And specifically for Beatrice, I worry I didn’t do her a lot of justice in my writing, especially after Lindsay’s death…

Relationship Scores: Below...

(suddenly I feel like post-rose scores should be the ones in parentheses, I guess)

JANUARY'S SIDE: Jez- 50.45 (51.28) Angelo- 44.70** (45.49) Saturday- 34.13***

MARISA'S SIDE: Penelope- 58.83* (59.66) Abbie- 30.82 (31.71) Beatrice- 22.38****

*Small note: I realized two seconds into Penelope and Saturday's pre-elimination sessions that... I don't have to do both sides at once. I can do January's on one day and Marisa's on the next and pretend they were the same day. Oh my god. So I had to reset Penelope's score to what it was before (which I already had to do--Penelope was sitting down when Marisa came in on the first attempt, which fucked up the flow of everything). This should have no impact on anything, but I just wanted to note it. **Friends! ***As you can see, it went down... uh, they were very briefly Friends though! Before that string of bad interactions. (Then they became Friends again at the elimination so I could unlock the friendly hug interaction, but by that time, the damage was done. Saturday had been eliminated.) ****...Uh, well. I installed a vampire mod a bit ago that, among other thing, makes vampires a LOT more vulnerable to the sun. So I actually had to go against my usual policy and cancel actions that required Beatrice to go outside (i.e. the ghost story and an unseen impulse Marisa had to ask her to have a water balloon fight). I thought this would actually help Beatrice more than it would hurt her - if I cancel the unfeasible actions, y'see, less time would be wasted going outside just to go right back in. Either way, the difference between Penelope and Beatrice's scores before *and* after this episode was so great that I don't think it was something that would've impacted the result.

[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Three Hundred Nine: Quick Exit ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uzumaki Naruto ] [ SasuHina, blood, vulgarity, smoking ] [ Verse: Oil and Blood ] [ AO3 Link ]

In the middle of the morning, Hinata snaps awake, eyes wide and breath curt with a gasp. She was having the strangest dream about an old warehouse, and a gunfight, and -

...oh. Right. That was just her day yesterday bleeding into her dreams.

In spite of herself, Hinata goes slack atop her bed. What a day it was. In fact, what a few weeks it’s been, now. Saving a member of a yakuza, having to dodge his attempts to repay her, and then the firefight yesterday when a rival faction mistook her as someone actually important, and kidnapped her in hopes of getting information on their enemies.

Meanwhile Hinata was completely clueless, dragged into a turf war she had no real business in.

And now, well...she has no idea what’s going to happen to her.

She got the day off from work, thank the gods. And Sasuke is likely still downstairs guarding her apartment from any unwanted Senju guests. Now he owes her even more than he did for saving her life, getting her mixed up in all of this.

In all honesty, Hinata would be fine with them just...leaving her alone! But she knows it won’t be that simple, now. Though the Uchiha saved her the only way they could - by storming the hideout - that likely only solidified her status as some kind of target. Even if the Senju assume they only came for the doctor dragged in with her...Hinata knows there’s little escaping them.

Especially since their leader Tobirama now knows who she is. Or rather...who her father is. She’s not the important factor. If he still believes her worth something to attempt to blackmail Hiashi, she might not be safe, regardless.

Of course...she highly doubts Hiashi would cooperate, anyway. He disowned her years ago for her defiance against his business dealings. She’s likely worthless to him. He might still have some feelings for her as his daughter - some semblance of loyalty or parental love. But given that he basically dumped her on the street for questioning him...she won’t hold her breath.

So...where to go from here? She has no idea. All she does know is that - as of yesterday - there’s little chance of getting her old life back. Not that it was much of a life, working a base-pay job that both stressed her out and collided with her morals. And otherwise lurking at home when not working behind her company’s back.

...maybe Suigin-san could hire her if she gets fired. She doesn’t know much about the medical in practice, but...maybe the doc needs a receptionist. It’s not like she’s not familiar with how the insurance works.

Sighing, she brings an arm up over her eyes. The little bit of leftover takeout she gobbled the night before is already digested, if her stomach’s pining for food is any clue. But she doesn’t have much in the way of supplies...she’ll have to make a grocery run. But is that safe…?

Bringing a hand to her comm mod, she dictates a text for Sasuke.

I need to run errands. Am I free to leave?

In the interim, she abandons the clothes she simply fell asleep in, having lacked the motivation or energy to change the night before. Tugging on her pants, she receives a reply.

I’ll go with you.

That gets her to blanche. Don’t you need a break?

Took one last night - someone covered me overnight. Came back this morning, I’m fine.

Hinata hesitates. Does she really want to be seen in public with him…?

...of course, she’s already pretty much a known associate by the people who are the biggest threat, so...what else does she have to lose?

...okay. I’ll be quick. Sorry for the inconvenience.

It’s either this, or sit here and do nothing while the others figure out what to do with you.

...oh. She hadn’t considered that.

Putting on a jacket and making her way down to the ground level, she finds him leaning idly against her building nearby the door and smoking a cigarette. He does indeed look rested, and his outfit has changed. Which...is good, given there’d been some blood on what he’d been wearing before. Makes sense, given his...activities. “...ready to go?”

“Where we headed?”

“I usually just go to a place down the street…��

“You don’t do delivery?”

“Some things I like doing the old fashioned way,” is her reply, which to her surprise earns a chuckle. “...what?”

“Nothing. You’re just...weird.”

Her cheeks puff a hair in a pout. “What’s so weird about that?”

“Just not what most people do. Hell, even I typically have things dropped off. Feels like a waste of time, otherwise.”

“I don’t know, I just...like to look around.”

“Mhm...like you said, old fashioned.”

A bit ruffled, Hinata stuffs her hands in her pockets, leading the way as Sasuke falls into step a bit behind her. “...so, um...have you heard anything about w-what happened yesterday?”

“Bits and pieces. We dealt a decent blow, and Tobirama’s scrambling. Apparently he’s pretty pissed he’s failed at killing me twice now in so many weeks.” At her curious glance, he expounds, “My father leads the Uchiha...sort of. His father, Madara, is still around and calls shots...but Fugaku’s still de facto leader. Madara and Tobirama - and Tobi’s brother Hashirama - have some pretty bad personal blood between them.”

“...I see.”

“As for what’s going to happen to you,” he goes on, knowing that’s what she’s really curious about, “we’re still talking. See, Suigin’s an asset. She directly benefits the gang, and she gets paid. But everything with you is less...official. You saved a member’s life, but you’re not a member, nor are you on the gang payroll like she is. So figuring out what you’re supposedly allowed in terms of protection and all that is a bit...up in the air.”

“...oh…”

“But either way,” Sasuke continues, pausing for another drag, “I’m going to take care of it.”

“But -?”

“But nothing. You saved my ass, and I repaid you by almost getting you killed. Least I can do is keep you from getting killed for a while, whether my father wants me to or not. Yakuza might do some shitty things, but we still have honor in some regards. And debt is one of them. Until we’re square, you’re stuck with me.”

Hinata gives a quiet sigh. “...I guess there’s no c-changing your mind…”

“Nope. I know this is all gonna affect your life and livelihood, so...we’ll have to hash out the details. Obviously your job might be at risk if people start noticing me hanging around...but at the same time, that’s the only way to keep Senju off your ass.”

“Yeah, I was...w-wondering about that.”

“...guess if it comes down to it, I’ll find you a new job.”

“Wh-?!”

“Cuz that’ll be my fault, too. And I’ve got connections.”

Hinata bristles. “This is getting r-ridiculous!”

“Well, it’s that or we could have you moved, your identity changed...the whole shebang. Up to you,” he offers, giving her a glance and drawing from his cig again. “...being yakuza tied is tough business. Guess I should have warned you, but...well, I don’t think either of us imagined it ending up quite like this, huh?”

“...no.”

They reach the store, Hinata stepping through the automatic doors with Sasuke behind her. Activating a cart, it glides alongside her as she starts quickly stocking up on the essentials. Because apparently...she might be on house arrest for longer than she imagined.

All the while, Sasuke stands casually behind her, hands in his pockets and the butt of his cigarette between his lips.

“...want anything?”

“Huh?”

“You’re here, you might as well get something,” Hinata explains, setting several instant ramen cups into her cart.

That earns a snort. “I’m fine.”

“Want a...candy bar or something?”

“I don’t like sweets.”

“What?!”

Eyes narrowing, Sasuke then tugs her back around the end of the aisle, her cart following like a puppy. “...hold up.”

Oh for goodness’ sake, now what?!

Stock still, Hinata listens as a few more customers walk through the door. It’s a rowdy group of young men their age, Hinata curiously leaning out to peek.

“Don’t do that.”

“But we can’t -?” Turning to look at him, she sees Sasuke staring out oddly...and then it clicks.

Right. Rinnegan model. Instantly bypasses just about any surveillance security and grants access to nearby cameras. He doesn’t have to look...the store’s doing that for him.

“...damn it.”

“What? Senju?”

“Sort of...long story. I know the blond. He’s a pain in my ass.”

“Is...is he dangerous?”

“...no. But I don’t need him seeing me. It’ll just stir up more trouble. I need to make a quick exit…” He then glances to her, Rinnegan turned in its socket. “...think you can handle checkout? I can meet you outside.”

“...yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“Just buzz me if something goes down.”

“Okay…” Watching him slink around the back, Hinata takes a moment to breathe before heading to the front of the shop.

The group of men is still there, browsing the cheap tablets bearing various news and articles...among other entertainments. Eyeing them warily, she starts running things through the machine to tally up her total and remove the security on the items.

“Whoa, hold up…”

Tensing, she keeps going, avoiding eye contact as one approaches.

“...Hinata-chan?”

Jolting, she looks up, finding a nostalgic pair of blue eyes. “...Naruto-kun…?”

Wait...blond...is this the one Sasuke was…?

“Holy crap! It’s been ages! You, like...totally vanished after school!” the Uzumaki goes on, grinning widely and clearly excited to see her. “You look...kinda different. Where have you been?”

“Oh, just...w-working. You know...boring life stuff…”

“Dude, I’d love to catch up sometime! You live local?”

“Er...well…”

“Oi.”

The pair both turn to see Sasuke standing nearby. Naruto stiffens, Hinata just looking warily between them. “...Sasuke…?”

“Leave her alone. She’s clearly trying to get her shit done and leave. You’re holding her up.”

“Wh-? This long since you’ve seen me, and that’s how you say hello?”

“Who says I want to say hello? You’re holding her up.”

“What do you care?”

“Because I’m waiting for her, dumbass.”

Blond brows furrow. “...you know her?”

“In a manner of speaking. We’ve got places to be, so save your sap for some other time.”

“Good to see you’re still an asshole,” Naruto mutters, stuffing hands into his jacket pockets.

“Like I give a shit what you think.”

“Look, guys...p-please,” Hinata cuts in, lifting placating hands. “It...it’s fine! Naruto-kun, um...here, I’ll...give you my contact info. We’ll talk later, o-okay? Really. It’s okay. But I...I really should be going.”

Still glowering at the Uchiha, Naruto replies, “...yeah, sure…”

Transferring the proper data, she gives him a strained smiled. “...it...it really was nice seeing you again.”

“...just take care of yourself, Hinata-chan,” he offers, eyes still trained on Sasuke. “Don’t want you getting mixed up in the wrong crowd.”

“...I...I’ll bear that in mind. Have - have a good day!” Things bought and bagged, she gives a nervous grin before fleeing, Sasuke on her heels. “...what the hell was that?”

“Long story,” Sasuke mutters. “...but he’s got Senju ties.”

“...is he…?”

“He’s not yakuza, but he benefits from them. Vague family ties...like I said, long story. As you can imagine...that doesn’t make us best friends anymore.”

Her ears perk at that. ...anymore…?

“Anyway...let’s get you home. Sorry for butting in, but...I wasn’t sure if he’d have heard about you.”

“...that’s okay. Um...I hope that wasn’t too...inconvenient…?”

“I’ll get over it. Mostly it’s just a stroke to my temper. Good news is he seemed clueless...but he might not stay that way, so...keep your guard up with him, okay?”

Hinata gives Sasuke a glance. He has a point, but… “...okay. I will.”

“Good.”

                                                           .oOo.

     (This is a sequel to days 250, 254, 269, 300, and 303!)       More cyberpunk! I am so falling in love with both this little series and this genre, it's just so cool xD      And now we have a new player on the field: Naruto! And given his ties to the Senju...this might get rather...interesting. How? I...don't know yet, but we'll figure it out as we go, as we always do with these, lol      Buuut yeah, I'm...uber tired as usual so I'll call it there - irl is a WEE BIT stressful today and will be for...a while :'D So I'll sign off for now. Thanks for reading!

[shimokitazawathree]

2019 12 01-31

01 Sun

Day Time

「4×4=16LIVE09 四四芝浜」

OPEN 12:00  START 12:30

前売 ¥2,000  当日¥2,500 (＋1D)

出演 4×4=16、秋乃ゆに、侍文化、ez do dan子

DJ春菊

予約 4416infolive@gmail.com 

または各出演者、ライブハウス迄取り置き

Live Time

BASEMENTBAR&THREE 2店舗開催 P-VINE presentsPICK UP THE GEMS OPEN 16:30／START 17:00

ADV￥2,500-（+2D）／DOOR￥3,000-（+2D）[e+]https://eplus.jp/sf/detail/3130150001-P0030001

【ACT】

ecke

sikisi

Half Mile Beach Club

CHIIO

エイプリルブルー

and more

02 Mon

Call And Response

Time: 19:30

Cost: 投げ銭/name your price (¥0~)

LIVE:

-Bulbs of Passion

-Graeme Lorne

-Jebiotto

DJs:

-Goboy

-Mika

-Ian Martin 

03 Tue

「Disco The Fes」

3rd December 2019

at shimokitazawa THREE

open / start 19:00

charge 1500円＋2Drink charge

04 Wed

"Weekday Garage Party!" open/start 19:00/19:30 Door Only 2000yen (+1D) Band ＊The Fadeaways ＊The Chocolates ＊The Vex ＊Hazy Sour Cherry ＊Ed Woods DJ: ＊Woodchuck ＊Akita Slim (Long Tall Records) ＊Toyozo

05 Thu

Franklin's Book Club #3

19:00〜23:30

¥1,000 + 1D

BOOK SELECTOR 小野寺伝助 (地下BOOKS)

LIVE しいねはるか

DJ/

松本素生

m.y.k.

Franklin's Book Club

06 Fri

LIVE TIME / CLUB TIME

Vienda! y Feelin' Fellows DJ

12/6(fri) 20:00- at.下北沢THREE

music charge¥1.000

Fellin' Fellows DJ/

CHABE

CHIAKIZZ CLUB

kin(illillill)

MARTY(CAMERA OBSCURA)

Sharpness

TA-1(KONCOS)

TAKA-BOW(CASANOVA)

TANACHU

ug(CYDERHOUSE)

いちよう

高木康之(Panorama)

タシカシ(PINK POLITICS)

ディノ496

四畳半

DJ/

VIENDA!SEXTET!

FOOD/

光の森

SANDWICH CLUB

07 Sat

LIVE TIME

DRINK 'EM ALL VOL.98

 START 18:00

TICKETS: ¥2,000- (+1D)

DJ:

・DRINK'EM ALL

(FUMINN / NAKANO / TOBITA / YAZAKI / INAOKA / TAITO / AITS and SHIGEKI)

【HP】

https://drinkemall.amebaownd.com/

【Facebook】

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Drinkem-All/246939238673419

【twitter】

http://twitter.com/KILLERSTOMP

【instagram】

https://www.instagram.com/drinkemallofficial/

BAND:

・STOMPIN'RIFFRAFFS

【HP】

http://sound.jp/stompin/

・gimcracks

【HP】

https://www.gimcracks.tokyo/

・Capsula

【HP】

https://www.capsulacapsula.com/

GUEST DJ:

笹井 トシオ (BLAST JAMS!!)

RUSTIC STOMP. IRISH. COUNTRY. GYPSY. KLEZMER. POLKA. BALKAN. RUSSEN DISKO. SPEED FOLK. MESTIZO. ROCK LATINO. SKA. CUMBIA. LATIN. OLD TIME JAZZ...

GLOCAL SOUNDS for YOUNG PUNK GENERATION

CLUB TIME

ボロキチ企画

Oeu!See!God!Fun! 

Dr.downer 

Techmoris 

PROM 

AKOGARE 

ボロキチ 

 and more info

08 Sun

event HP http://www.shimokita-nite.net

e+ https://eplus.jp/shimokita-nite19/

ローチケ（Lコード 73947）

09 Mon

9 PARTY

-NINE IS A MAGIC NUMBER-

Name Your Price (投げ銭制)

19:00 open start

LIVE/

A PAGE OF PUNK

CHABE

The Plashments

THE RODEOS

Zen101

しいねはるか

DJ/

みぃ

10 Tue

DENIMS 企画

 DENIMS“HOBO”定期公演『Steppin’ Stone』

ACT : ワンマン

OP/ST : OPEN 19:00 / START 19:30 TICKET : ADV ￥2800(D別) / DOOR￥*000(D別)

INFO : 一般販売 11/16(土)10:00 〜 12/09(月)23:59 https://eplus.jp/denims/

11 Wed

「夜の浜辺で、リズムギター」 <出演>見汐麻衣自由主義(豊田道倫、山ちゃん、岡敬士、坂口沙子)水野ねじ&BEIJING DUCKS open 19:00 start 19:30前売 ¥2500(+1D) 当日 ¥2800(+1D)

12 Thu

からくりごっこ企画

 『オーシャンメリー』

open18:30 start19:00 

 前売¥2,000(＋1d） 

出演 

からくりごっこ 

ザ・グルーミーズ 

+1band(近日発表！

13 Fri

Live Time

下北沢THREE & BASEMENT BAR『ROCK'N'ROLL FAN CLUB～20YEARS & HALF A CENTURY ANNIVERSARY～』 OPEN&START 19:00 ADV ￥3.000 （＋1DRINK） DOOR ￥3.500（＋1DRINK） 【LIVE SHOW】 CHILDISH TONES feat.宇佐蔵べに THE EVIL HOO DOO 住所不定無職 KING BROTHRES THE LET'S GO's GYOGUN REND'S  and more... 【DEE-JAYS】 ろっきー（SEVENTEEN AGAiN） 宇佐蔵べに（avandoned） KINK （BLUE BOY CLUB）

Club Time

Block Party

open start 23:30

Name Your Price (投げ銭制)

LIVE/

Enya’ Callers

Haus

street good (ex SPIIICA)

ya mai mo

Yodocolts

yukifurukawa

14 Sat

Day Time

「ラッパと娘の収穫祭」

OPEN 12:00 / START 12:30 〜 CLOSE 15:00 Ticket：ADV 2,000yen / DOOR 2,500yen + 1drink ［Live］Bacchanales , BRAVE LION , One Track Mind ［DJ］NAKANO（Drink’Em All）, INAOKA（Drink’Em All） ［Food］OCTA（Mexican Food Stand）

※ライブハウス内は禁煙とさせていただきます。タバコは外で喫煙可です。

LIVE TIME / CLUB TIME

BLAST JAMS!!

〜vintage music for teenagers!!〜

THREE & BASEMENT BAR

17:00〜ALL NIGHT 

ADV ¥3000 / DOOR ¥3500 

 SOULCRAP THE THROTTLE JOHNNY PANDORA 999999999 RESERVOIR THE NUGGETS ザ・ハイマーツ submarine dog THE JIVES The Chainups Glimpse Group NAkidZ THE MILLION DOLLAR DOGS

FADEAWAYS MAGNATONES DJ:WOODCHUCK HYDRO STOMEPERS Souta And The Blitz Attack Boys DJ:NICO(Going Strong) GIGANTIX Hi-NOMADY DJ:OKITA Blues Harp Natsuko Trio Motel’s Sofa DJ:Maru(Modern Records) UPDOWNbeats Aston Dubrass CABALLERO POLKERS

BLAST JAMS!! DEE-JAYS 笹井トシオ takuma ヒラノツヨシ ゴーゴージュリー Shinyah MACHI WOODCHUCK

15 Sun

11/2（土）20時　第二弾追加アーティスト解禁‼️BAND WAGON 201912/15（日）@下北沢THREE＆BASEMENTBAR 12:00 OPEN 12:30 STARTadv.3,000 door.3,500 1d別途※高校生以下¥1,000（1d込み 出演BearwearCody・Lee(李)Laura day romancepollyROKISUPThe Whoopsキイチビール&ザ・ホーリーティッツタカナミベランダマイアミパーティ秋山璃月倉内太錯乱前戦 🆕myeahnsPOINT HOPEHammer Head SharkI Saw You Yesterdayand more… 【DJ】JUDGEMANisyswimmingclub（Group2）and more… 予約・問い合わせ：SMELLSタキタソウmail:qurulium@gmail.comTwitter:@smells2016

16 Mon

船田企画

"BUDGE VOL.4" 

START 18:00

 LIVE

 Kamisado(OA) 

Us 

Waater 

The Waterfalls

シーンズ

 DJ JUDGEMAN

 FOOD dekobokogokko(ピザ丼) 

17 Tue & 18 Wed

Grimm GrimmThe Ghost Of Madam Legros Tour 2019

東京公演2days

Open 18:30 / Start 19:00 

出演；Grimm Grimm + Special Guests

前売り 3000円（別途1 drink)通し券 4500円（別途 各日1 drink)

チケット情報: 会場予約/レーベル＆バンド予約 https://magniph.stores.jp/

19 Thu

p/am

open start 20:00

¥1000(no drink)

LIVE

kroi / BEAST WARS / 10PLE / OCHA∞ME / マーライオン / Dreamcast DJ

kikuchi hideaki Doron Takuya Honda オークダーキ / tommy(THE TATAMI GALAXY)傷心

20 Fri

CLUB TIME

『Kira Kira Vol.21』

2019.12.20(fri) *ALL NIGHT

開場／開演 23:30

チャージ ¥1,000(+2D)

■出演■

HOW

サヨナラボーイ

エンヤコーラーズ

弓部岳樹

■DJ■

DJ HAMA

星 知宏（Rudies Night/PACHAMAMA）

■公式Tumblr,Twitter■

https://kirakira-official.tumblr.com

https://twitter.com/kirakiraweekday

21 Sat

Day Time

RIRI ワンマンライブ〜15歳の唄〜

OPEN 11:30/START 12:00¥2000(+1drink)

チケット購入特典！オリジナル曲｢時計｣CDプレゼント

Live Time

Xero Fiction one man gig 

Club TIme

LIA feat.

 ホービーズ 

good so good!! 

BYE CHOOSE 

23:30 - 05:00 2500YEN with 1DRINK 

& XXX DJs living in this era DJs!!!

22 Sun

Day Time

private Party

Live Time

 THIS IS JAPAN presents『NOT FORMAL Vol.10』

@ 下北沢 BASEMENTBAR & THREE（※２店舗同時開催）

チケット料金：前売り ¥2,800

OPEN 16:30 / START 16:50

＜出演者＞

THIS IS JAPAN 、aoni 、1980YEN、Emily likes tennis、The Whoops、SEAPOOL、逃亡くそタわけ、FRSKID 、奮酉(FURUTORI)、Bearwear、勃発、揺らぎ、RiL、ROKI、and more…

＜チケット詳細＞

□オフィシャル先行受付

・受付URL：https://w.pia.jp/t/notformal/

・受付期間： 2019/10/25(金) 12:00～2019/10/31(木) 23:59

・枚数制限：お1人様4枚まで申し込み可

・一般発売日：2019年11月16日(土) ～　チケットぴあ、ローソンチケット、e+ にて

□THIS IS JAPAN 先行：THIS IS JAPAN物販にて発売中

23 Mon

SUGAR FACTORY X

20:00-23:00

 ¥1000+1D 

 Yodocolts 

Three Ring Circus 

 guest act OCHA∞ME 

 food サンドイッチmitama 

 and more?

24 Tue

メンテナンス

25 Wed

※THANKS SOLD OUT※

add presents「 Telescoping 」

open 19:00 / start 19:30 

Adv ¥2500 / Door ¥3000  (+1drink) 

 ▼add 

▼高井息吹 

▼チーナ

https://eplus.jp/sf/detail/3149030001-P0030001

26 Thu

「threeの実験室」

 open19:00 / start19:30

door ¥1000(+1d)

-ACT-

AIZ

Marc Lowe

neum

天野凛音

27 Fri

Live Time

鮭オーケストラ企画

「鮭オーケストラのバンパーキャッチバンケット」

OPEN/START 18:30/19:00

TICKET ¥2000(1D) ACT 鮭オーケストラ なんちゃらアイドル 断絶交流 クロメ

Club Time

Last of BLOCK PARTY at SHIMOKITAZAWA THREE

open start 23:00

Name Your Price (投げ銭制)

LIVE/

JAPPERS

WANNA GONNA

Strip joint

SAGOSAID

SUPER VHS

VINCE;NT

+1band (12/5告知解禁)

28 Sat

LIVE TIME / CLUB TIME

DRUNK IN TOKYO

20:00-

DOOR 2000yen / ADV1500yen

HOST by DRUNK

LIVE /

Kick a Show

Dreamcast

Waater

カミノシタ

山田大介

DJ /

TOMMY(BOY)

Sam is Ohm

KOPERO

TYTL crew

SUCKS BOYS

マザーファッ子

Bambi

29 Sun

MARCH OF THE MODS-2010’s LAST PARTY-

OPEN & START 16:00O

Adv.￥2,500（D別）Door￥3,000（D別）

[ BAND ]the garnetsCHILDISH TONES feat.宇佐蔵べにPage ThreeHigh StyleTHE CLOVERSTHE STEED HOOVES

[ GUEST DJ ]関口 弘（FRATHOP Records）宮里 卓REIKO（BRACES SOUL CLUB）

[ DJ ]Manabu K.DoveAkiharu Suetsugu<s.t.g.>REI (The NUMBERS!)

30 Mon 

--------

LAPIZ TRIO

（CD発売ライブコンサート 千秋楽）

--------

L-TRANS

　結城 悟／Drums　もとみ／Bass　田中ヒロユキ／Guitar&Vocal

ヘアスプレイサイケ

　S.A.T.O   NORI   miho

LAPIZ TRIO

　vo.g.LAPIZ ds.中村清 b.横山玲

DJ: Charlie

open 18:00/ start 19:00

charge \2,000 (+drink order)

31 Tue

THANK YOU, GOODBYE. 2019 & SHIMOKITAZAWA

Entrance Free

20:00-24:30

BGM /  THREE CREW

[fallenhero-rebirth]

OUT OF CANON BACKGROUND SNIPPETS.

Since people were asking in the discord, some old Ortega/Steel snippets from before they got yanked into the Fallen Hero universe. Not canon, just inspiration. From the same universe as the JUMP one before, back when Los Diablos was still in ruins, before it became Fallen Hero. Also, this is TEN YEARS OLD so my writing was fuuucked.

One:

The wind howled murder in Ortega's dreams, tonight like every night.

"Come on Ortega, move your feet, the day ain't getting any younger." Marek was all smile and camera, and there was no turning back now. He had to make the jump.

There was a feel of crumbling rocks beneath his feet as he threw himself off the edge of the cliff, the ruins far below greeting him with concrete teeth. Base jumping was a thrill, the first moment of freefall a kiss snatched from death's cold lips. He knew he should have prayed, but he'd left all faith behind him long ago. These days, his gods were ones of preparation and caring for your equipment.

Behind him, rocks cascaded down the uneven cliff face, a stampede of debris racing him towards the ground below.

Falling.

Weightless.

The wind roaring in his ears and his heartbeat so loud it hurt.

And then the chute snapped open, tearing him sideways, away from the cliff, away from the falling rocks, away to safety and a glorious descent and a rush of adrenaline that nearly dampened the pain as the wind slapped him in the face and smashed him into the rocks.

That day death hadn't been satisfied with just a kiss, she had wanted to go second base. And Ortega had ended up broken and trapped in a bed, surrounded by wheezing machines, waking from dreams recapturing his last moment of freedom.

...

"Move your left toe, please." Dr Burton said the words blandly, like she had a dozen times before, leaning over the man on the table.

He was lying limp, like a filleted fish, the healing flesh on his back parted to reveal the grafts all along his back. Titanium fused with plasteel, faintly glowing cords and connections burrowing into the bone to make up for neural connections lost in the accident that had smashed so much of his spine. It was a work of art and wonder, military cybernetic technology adapted to a less lethal use. If only she could make it work.

"Still nothing," Ortega said, watching the floor.

Not dirty.

Nothing here was dirty.

He hadn't seen a speck of dust since he had woken up here, no doubt thanks to his father pulling strings. Again. Patching up his wayward son. Trying to make him walk once more. They had an awkward reunion after he had regained consciousness, his father looming in the background, impassive in his uniform. Such a shield it was to hide behind. His mother had been on her knees by the bed, praying, thanking the Lord for saving her son's life.

In his opinion, the Lord had little to do with it. It was his friends that had managed to get him down and keep him alive until help got there. He'd asked what become of them, but they had been found in a restricted area. Los Angeles was in ruins after the Big One and anybody who came there without permission were trespassers. Possible looters. Maybe his friends were let go. Maybe they were doing jail time. He had no way of knowing. Nobody would even answer his questions. His friends were as lost as his own mobility.

...

His spine whirred, and that was a sound a body was not supposed to make. Standing up hurt, every muscle ached as Ortega leaned on the handrails, forcing himself to stand.

"Move your feet," Sammy said, his physical therapist refusing any other form of addressing him. "It's not that hard."

"Says the man without the metal eel pretending to be a spine." No, Ortega thought to himself. An eel was the wrong word. His first thought when he had seen the spine all rolled up on the table before him was that it had been a snake, ready to strike. And now it had, inserting itself into his flesh, bonding with his bones, theoretically making him all that he had been and a lot more.

Freak.

Experiment.

Military property.

"You're only going to tire yourself out if you keep standing there." Sammy placed a hand on his shoulder, making Ortega flinch a little. "I know it hurts. I know things need time to heal. But you need to start moving for that to happen."

"Bit too valuable to be left in the bed now, am I?" There was a hint of bitterness to his voice as he moved his left foot forward, letting his weight come down on it.

Blinding pain shot through his body, but his knees didn't buckle. The whirring shifted in tone, and his body held. The next step was easier, the spine adjusting, microscopic chipbrains memorizing stance and weight. It hurt, but he could walk. He actually could put one foot in front of the other again.

Right then and there, that moment that felt like a bigger achievement than any of his many jumps.

Two:

"We're going back, you know." Chen held up the pads so Ortega could throw another punch.

"Going back where? Panama?" Ortega punched and shifted his balance, the soft whirr of his implants nearly imperceptible. Or perhaps he was simply getting used to them. The scars had faded to an angry red by now, and his body was adapting. Good as new. No, better than new.

"Hell no, I hope not. Los Angeles." Captain Wei Chen was a veteran of Panama, and in the military hospital for much the same reason as Ortega. A broken body fixed by state of the art technology, the difference being that Chen was military through and through, and Ortega was here because his father had pulled some favors.

"Don't you mean Los Diablos? That's what everybody calls it these days."

Whoever chose to rename Los Angeles after the Big One was not far off. The quakes had ripped the entire west coast to shreds. Cities burned, millions died, and when the smoke had cleared the name had stuck. Los Diablos. At first the government had tried to rebuild what had been lost, but as the aftershocks continued and the years passed, a crashing economy forced the politicians to focus on salvaging the heartland and the east.

How the west was lost. Not a catchy title for a movie in a country used to winning.

"Yeah, whatever smartass, hit me harder. I know you can." Chen clapped the pads together, then held them up again.

"Quit giving me orders, I'm not in the army." Ortega hit the pads despite his complaints, because it felt good. It felt good to move, to be able to sweat and train and not be looking forward to a lifetime in bed.

"Might as well be, I know how these contracts work. The military own your sorry ass now. Unless you want back in that chair."

"No way." Hard punches, sweat stinging his eyes.

"Then you play ball." Pads removed, a towel tossed instead.

"I never was much for playing ball." Ortega wiped his face with a grimace.

"So I've been told. They're gonna offer you a shot at joining the team anyway."

"What team?" Ortega asked, by now actually curious to what the other man was angling for. "Not football I hope."

"I wish," Chen said with a laugh. "No chance to join the league for us Mods."

"Ugh, I hate that nickname. Modified humans. Makes me feel like a car or something, and you still haven't told me what you're angling for." He dropped the towel, popping his neck a little. The cybernetic joints still felt slightly off, but he was moving smoother by the day.

"Not me. Them. The Government. They've dropped the quarantine, and are renaming the areas affected by the quake the 'Free Territories'."

"A catchy name is not going to make people move back there. Last I saw, there was not much left standing." Last thing he had seen had been a fabulous sunset from the Hollywood Cliffs, the ruined skyscrapers leaning drunkenly against the encroaching sea.

"Oh it's more than a catchy name. It's free of government control. Free of taxes. Free of police. Free of pesky environmental regulations. The new west, like the old west if you believe the slogans. I hear companies are already moving into the less destroyed areas. And with companies come roads, electricity and jobs."

"Jesus," Ortega said, looking at Chen as if he couldn't quite believe his words. "It's gonna be dog eat dog out there."

"It sure will be. But with the economy crashing and unemployment being what it is, there's enough people willing to take a chance that they can build a future for themselves. It's the American dream after all. And with Asia finally regulating things, there's few places left where anything goes."

"They sure got you drinking the Kool Aid. And what were you talking about before? About the government and joining teams?"

"Companies ain't gonna bother with things like police or firemen, there's going to be private security forces for their facilities and to hell with the rest. The military's been asked to help put together a special task force of people charged with keeping the peace."

"Because military rule has always been such a grand idea." Ortega walked over to the treadmill, striking up a steady pace. He was still getting used to the new weight of his body and the way his implants handled. Maybe he was more like a sports car than he liked to admit.

"I said the military's been asked to help." Chen leaned against the wall, settling for watching. "It's gonna be an autonomous organization, deputized directly by the president. More like the Marshals of old than navy seals."

"And they want me in? Forgive me if I sound a bit disbelieving."

"Oh trust me, if the military had a choice, this would all be staffed by trusted officers, but the President is keen on making this an independent organization. He wants civilians too. And you're already sort of famous after your daredevil exploits. You're a perfect candidate."

"Yeah, right," Ortega said with the deepest of cynical looks.

"I'm serious. It will be a team consisting only of Enhanced, don't tell me you'll back away from a shot at being a legit hero? And it will get you out of here."

Ortega stopped jogging, catching his breath. He was covered in sweat and far too out of shape, but he knew that would change in time. He wanted out of here any way possible, and if this was a way out without living in crippling debt for the rest of his life… could he afford to refuse? He'd never really considered any real career in life if you didn't count crazy stunts, but living on the edge meant you had an expiration date, and this… he hated to admit it, but it spoke to the twelve year old in him. The part of him that thought it was fun to fling oneself off tall buildings for sport. What did he have to lose anyway? Except his life, and he was already prepared to risk that on a daily basis. Had nearly gotten killed more than once. And this? A shot at respectability? At fame? At a limelight far shinier than he could ever have hoped for before?

"What the hell," he begun, shrugging a little. "I am in."

Three little words. Changing his future.

Three:

The hangar was flooded with lights, the air filled with the sharp, acrid stench of spray paint. In the middle of the floor loomed a massive suit of armor, a decommissioned military model with the weaponry removed and replaced with non-lethal varieties. It still towered over the head of the two people eying their handiwork, facemasks pushed up now that the worst chemicals had dissipated.

"Looking good," the tall woman said, hair tightly tied down by a shawl to protect it from the paint.

"A work of art," Ortega agreed, pulling his gloves off.

The armor said nothing. Without a pilot to bring its cybernetic systems to life it was looped in standby mode, ready for action at a moment's notice. A small light started to blink on the helmet, reacting to the presence of said pilot.

"Uh oh," Ortega said, just a moment before Chen barged past, pushing them both aside so he could get a look at his baby.

"I can't believe you did this!" the former soldier complained, about to touch the armor before he realized that the paint was still wet. "How could you?"

"It wasn't easy. Luckily Ayesha rigged us up a sandblaster so we could get down to the plasteel." Ortega gestured to the tall woman and tried to continue to explain, because it had been a lot harder than he had anticipated. But Jake interrupted.

"That's not what I meant! My armor... it's blue."

"And gold," Ayesha supplied helpfully.

"We thought about white, but decided that would get dirty right away."

"You're wearing white," Ayesha pointed out.

"That is because I am smooth," Ortega preened. "And it's mostly blue."

"You are so full of yourself. You just want to stand out the most."

She laughed and hit Ortega on the arm, something which made him wince. Unlike the men, she did not owe her status on the team to technology, but to drugs. And in that particular lottery of death or debilitation, she had hit the jackpot. Stronger than a bull, faster than a striking snake and able to take a point blank shot and be able to complain about it afterwards.

"No, I swear, it's a theme," he defended himself, rubbing his arm. "Lightning is sort of bluish white, and I run on electricity so..."

"Excuses, excuses, you're such a narcissist Ricardo."

"You painted my armor?" Chen finally managed to get out, having completed a full circle around his suit. "Why for the love of God would you do such a thing?"

"Because we're not military," Ortega said, their old arguments coming back for another round, the military man and the thrill-seeker, united for a common cause. "We have to look the part. We can't walk in like paramilitary forces and expect to be treated like proper law enforcement."

"Hence the police blue," Ayesha supplied.

"The gold is pure flash though. We can't just be cops. We have to be more." Ortega had spent a lot of time thinking about this, thinking about what impression they had to make. He had talked about it at length with Marek, and as the filmmaker had said, they couldn't allow themselves to be goons. They had to be more. They had to be heroes.

"It was a perfectly sensible camouflage." Chen kept walking around his armor, the helmeted head shifting slowly in response to his actions, close enough for the sensory weave to pick up his distress.

"We are supposed to be seen, not hiding." Ayesha stripped off the coveralls that covered her own suit, a protective nanomesh weave of the kind that had been used as the basis of space suits before earth became too much of a problem to be able to afford such flights of fancy. It was boldly blue and red, as much of a statement as the woman herself.

"Face it Wei, you're not in the military anymore." Ortega couldn't help it; the look on Chen's face was just too funny. Of all the indignities his friend had expected to endure here in their improvised base, having to deal with a repainted armor was apparently not one of them

"And you are not the leader of this merry outfit," he snapped, poking a finger in Ortega's chest. "I can't believe Marshal Burke authorized this."

"Authorized it? He thought it was a brilliant idea. Even the code names."

"Codenames?"

"You're Sergeant Steel, Ayesha is Sentinel and I am Charge." Ortega wasn't too happy, he'd spent last night tossing names back and forth with Ayesha, but none had really seemed to fit. This would have to do for now, maybe he would grow into it.

"How come I'm just a Sergeant?" Chen asked, momentarily distracted from his armor. "That's lower than my actual rank."

"Ahah!" Ayesha said, sliding up next to the man, looking like a lioness leaning in for a bite. "I told you he'd come around to the idea. And it's not about rank. It's about alliteration. Unless you want to be named something else?"

"I... don't want to be named anything at all, we could have proper codenames."

"Nobody is going to ask Bravo-6 to get a kitten down from a tree." To his credit, Ortega managed to say that with a completely straight face,

"There are no kittens in trees here anymore," Chen argued. "The city is wrecked!"

"My point still stands."

"Fine. I suppose it will have to do."

Capitulation at last, and it was all that Ortega could do not to rub his hands. Marek had been right; the lure of being something grander than what they really were was a seductive one. Why be a peacekeeping force, or government watchdogs when they could be heroes? Why have utilitarian outfits like the military when they could be larger than life? They were after all, all of them changed into something more than human. Enhanced.

It wasn't narcissism, it was just common sense.