#the deer one had bad subs apparently

[houkagokappa]

I only feel like watching Monogatari this season. I started season 2 of Oshi no Ko as well, but I wasn't feeling it that much? I saw so much praise for the first episode, but I thought it was a little boring and random?? Maybe it gets better, maybe I was in the wrong mood to watch it, maybe I watched too much anime last season so now I need a break, maybe I have too much going on in general so I don't have the energy for anime right now, maybe Monogatari is SO GOOD I can't process anything else lmao (although I managed just fine with Hibike! Euphonium last season...)

[arcanepactguile]

Silence was apparently the Radio Demon's native tongue tonight, at least for a little while. Crouched on the carpet, carefully listening to his lover's admissions, he had seen the cues in his partner's trembling body, the shadows crossing his twisted features, to know better than shush the distraught spider and resort to whatever it was that books and television convinced people on how to mend broken relationships.

Currently, or so he had gathered at the end of Angel's heartfelt confession, he had originally suspected he had displeased him. It was was not so. The stag Overlord was the end to a trying day: he had tipped the first domino in the long line of hurts.

As a Top tonight, Alastor had taken to his role with gusto, chasing what he saw as letting off steam from a life that had been snowballiing until sometime earlier today it had snapped his stalwart resolve to cope with a simple drink. No longer confident in his prowess concerning authority over less strong individuals, he had sought out Angel as a creative outlet — understanding that their mutual agreement had been fine, up until when his partner had unpredictably, dined and dashed. Run out.

Unblinking, eyes flickering over to track the movement of the addict's hand, the buck hadn't moved to seize Angel's wrist, to prevent him from downing another dose of numbing intoxicant disguised by a plain white shell. The Radio Demon had zero knowledge about what recreational drugs his friend took; not very supportive as a friend that way, Alastor had grown distant from Angel's addictions because he strongly believed it was not his place to lecture the porn star's reliance on whatever got him through every waking day.

He himself drank like a fish in private, preferring to pass out drunk to guarantee a full night's sleep free of chronic nightmares than risk just one, so who was he to ridicule another addict?

Smile thinned into a hard line, taking back the gifted liquor bottle to set (out of reach!) on the floor to one side, out of the way should Angel Dust decide to clamber out of bed and topple it or the deer demon over; without asking for permission, said deer shifting to kneel, had brought his now unencumbered hands up to cradle his sub's face, pressing his warm palms into his damp cheeks. Threading his claws through the other demon's fur, thumbing the newer tears in mid-descent down Angel's cheeks, remarkably Alastor hadn't forcibly turned Angel's head to face him. No interest in making him to do anything that he didn't want to, the affection in the Radio Demon's tone was sincere.

"I understand. I don't blame you. You needed relief... I did as you asked. If we went too far, I understand that, too.

There's no need to beat yourself up. You're covered in enough bruises. I don't think your soul needs a thrashing from YOU. The world's always been such an ugly place, finding targets like you to prove a point..."

Whether or not Angel objected, Alastor's curiousity in his lover's unusual behaviour had twinged something deep inside him: still left in the dark as to what was plaguing the weeping addict, Alastor's experience taught him not to go probing too deep. It was unfathomable, prying into a real hurt when it concerned a closely guarded ally; trauma utilised as a powerful weapon if it were another simple matter of manipulating prey.

But Angel Dust was a real friend. He wasn't prey. He wasn't a toy. When the porn star had made the implications that his day had been a disaster long before their impromptu rough sex game, the intelligent Overlord had held back his tongue from a scathing retort, that "but you had ASKED" that a weaker willed and selfish comrade would blurt out. There was definitely something more to the spider's sealed lips on the sensitive subjects, that the deer had recognised in an instant.

Nobody EVER asked for a taboo sexual play unless if they were already feeling like shit. Angel Dust often felt bad about himself in public, or made a show of stomping off to his room to cuddle the pig. Falling to pieces in the afterglow of passionate sex had awakened something in his friend that had a connection with the tragedies that the star never had discussed with him. It hadn't taken the Radio Demon long to reassemble the puzzle, however only after he had approached Angel for an answer.

He knew there were still pieces missing, though.

With hesitation, the Radio Demon leaned in to press a soft, tender kiss to the spot between Angel's brows; inclining his head to accomplish the unpremeditated kiss. Letting his lips brush against Angel's damp skin, his warm breath ruffling the sinner's hair, Alastor's timeless answer was the entrée to the stag's full, undisclosed acceptance of Angel's sordid life.

"Whatever happened, you're still beautiful to me. "

𝐂𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄

@arcanepactguile ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ "ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴏᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀʏ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ." @angie-long-legs

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐒

The voice from the doorway snapped Angel out of his pity party, springing upright to meet the eye of the intruder who had caught him at such a vulnerable moment. It wasn't often that he allowed himself the luxury of a full-on sobbing breakdown, but the events of the night had unfolded as such that there was no other possible outcome. All other strategies had been exhausted: drugs, booze, casual sex, rinse and repeat. And still, it wasn't enough to bury it. No amount of dirt and filth would keep it from crawling into his consciousness - no matter how Angel tried to abandon the pain, it tracked him down with a vengeance. It devoured him.

And so, he had sought comfort of the carnal kind, playing out a kinky fantasy of his with his newly-adopted partner, the Radio Demon himself. And it had worked: it had helped him forget, given him that rush he needed, that catharsis... things were better.

And then they weren't.

The moment their play was over, Angel had retired to his bedroom. After all, what more could Alastor offer him? He'd been willing to indulge the spider in his erotic roleplay. They had both had their fun, and now it was over. Before the Overlord had a chance to ask Angel exactly why he wasn't sticking around for pillow-talk, he had been out of the door without a word. Collapsing in a heap on his bed, the porn star had finally felt able to cry, chest heaving with the ragged gulps and gasps that came tearing out as he succumbed to the ache of everything.

But, apparently, Alastor was not so easily deterred.

The stag himself was standing in Angel's doorway, smile intact, his expression as unreadable as it ever was.

"'M not cryin'," Angel mumbled uselessly, more than aware that there was not a chance in hell of the stag actually believing him. He was unsure exactly how long he had been curled up on the bed, bawling his eyes out, but it was long enough that he could feel his face had become swollen and streaked with tears. "'M just... tired, okay? Some of us down here actually sleep, ya know."

𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐄

The voice from the doorway snapped Angel out of his pity party, springing upright to meet the eye of the intruder who had caught him at such a vulnerable moment. It wasn't often that he allowed himself the luxury of a full-on sobbing breakdown, but the events of the night had unfolded as such that there was no other possible outcome. All other strategies had been exhausted: drugs, booze, casual sex, rinse and repeat. And still, it wasn't enough to bury it. No amount of dirt and filth would keep it from crawling into his consciousness - no matter how Angel tried to abandon the pain, it tracked him down with a vengeance. It devoured him.

And so, he had sought comfort of the carnal kind, playing out a kinky fantasy of his with his newly-adopted partner, the Radio Demon himself. And it had worked: it had helped him forget, given him that rush he needed, that catharsis... things were better.

And then they weren't.

The moment their play was over, Angel had retired to his bedroom. After all, what more could Alastor offer him? He'd been willing to indulge the spider in his erotic roleplay. They had both had their fun, and now it was over. Before the Overlord had a chance to ask Angel exactly why he wasn't sticking around for pillow-talk, he had been out of the door without a word. Collapsing in a heap on his bed, the porn star had finally felt able to cry, chest heaving with the ragged gulps and gasps that came tearing out as he succumbed to the ache of everything.

But, apparently, Alastor was not so easily deterred.

The stag himself was standing in Angel's doorway, smile intact, his expression as unreadable as it ever was.

"'M not cryin'," Angel mumbled uselessly, more than aware that there was not a chance in hell of the stag actually believing him. He was unsure exactly how long he had been curled up on the bed, bawling his eyes out, but it was long enough that he could feel his face had become swollen and streaked with tears. "'M just... tired, okay? Some of us down here actually sleep, ya know."

The realisation had dawned on Alastor, once Angel had brusquely skipped the final stage of their role playing: the all-important delving into each other's psychological and emotional well-being, the aftercare. After the theatrical, exhaustive exploration of their physical bodies, the less tangible sounding out of their mental comforts had swiftly been eliminated, Angel gathering his things and leaving his playmate. Discarded, like a used toy. The Radio Demon felt deeply spurned by this course of action — more like inaction, however inexperienced the Overlord rarely admitted he understood there was more to aftercare than Angel the star professed to practise.

Left alone, Alastor had been trying to understand what had gone wrong. Mulling it over in dead silence, the absence of his Mirror Shadow, the allegations Angel's rushed departure invited disconcerted explanations swarming on the buck's fraught head.

Painstakingly cleaning up the evidence of their impassioned affair, uncertainty clouding his eyes, Alastor's movements were deliberated and sluggish. Partial to retire himself, the gear Angel left added to the preparation for a prolonged time-out; the myriad of reasonings the tired buck had fabricated intensified the itch to sift through his sub's excuses for the vanishing act.

Supposing the spider had been too uncomfortable to utilise their safeword, or found fault with his Dom’s role… should Angel have at least had the decency to complain? Disparage his willing lover? Invent new curses and slurs to criticise the deer demon? Throw the butcher's apron and equipment into the fireplace in a fit of regret?

None of them justified the spider demon's unusual actions. Pulling a lounge robe shut after slipping it on, intentionally omitting the belt and any kind of shoes, confident nobody else had a good reason to roam the halls at this time of night, when the door softly clicked shut behind him it had roughly been just over a half hour when the Overlord chose to trace Angel's steps. Naked under the robe, clovenhooves quiet on the carpet, the route to the porn star's quarters went without a hitch.

The walls in the old Hotel weren't so thick to prevent ALL the cacophony of mortifying and curious sounds on other days and nights, coming from a number of rooms, as few as they were… The new Hotel's renovation lent better, soundproofed walls; not exactly perfect, venturing out into the hallway, the Radio Demon had the keenest sense to catch the sounds of his conflicted lover’s muffled cries through the door.

The porn star's room was the first port of call, regardless of whatever Angel had resolved to do at such a mystifying time, it felt like the likeliest place to check first.

Standing motionless within Angel's open doorway, it appeared a simpler puzzle to solve than guessed.

The Radio Demon's plain smile gave no indication of the turmoil bubbling inside. The sight of Angel’s lifted features, his skin flushed pink and wet from…  bawling his heart out, it seemed, didn't conclude anything. Far from it. It stirred Alastor's curiousity, the appetite for secrecy reignited in the wake of their primal fuck. Angel's casual avoidance questionable, brushing off the pointed advice, the Overlord was always in a uncooperative mood.

Whereas the porn star held a wage pretending to lie and put on a mask. Alastor's situation was close to being cut from the same cloth. Approaching the distressing scene with a strained smile didn't mean compassion and tenderness weren't also presented on the same silver platter.

Trust was earned, not dished out carelessly.

“Sleep doesn't work if you're awake and mourning like you're at a funeral,” came the blunt chastisement, the solemn Overlord pausing briefly to slide the door lock into place first before continuing.

Crossing the threshold, Alastor's bold steps forward insinuated a reproachful accusation, the Radio Demon's demeanour strictly austere. The stretched smile’s potency faltering, lowering the pitch of his voice to a gentler tone, a hand was extended in offering from inside his robe — a three-quarters full bottle of prestigious brandy. Holding it firmly in front of his distraught sub's face, the Radio Demon compensated for their awkward height difference crouched in front, head canted to follow Angel's tilted line of sight. Fur/hair tousled, sweat drying it plastered to his scalp, the deer looked breathtaking in comparison to how Angel looked — and sounded — chewed up and worn out, left to rot in a ditch somewhere unsavoury. 

Offering his friend a bleak smile, trace elements of sincerity bleeding through, Alastor waited patiently, shutting off any intermissions from his background ambient radio frequency. It was just the two of them, one of them behaving like he'd just returned from a years’ long war.

“Would you like to talk about it? I've brought you some liquid courage, on the off chance you wanted a good story to explain the morning’s hangover. I suppose nobody heard... what we were doing," he appended the horrific if not true comprehension, squeamish at the thought. Breathing under control after composing his recovery chasing their fun, Angel's appearance befitted a pathetic weakling, the sobs Alastor had interrupted still pervading the deer's inquisitive thoughts even though the spider had caught his breath to speak.

[luidilovins]

You should turn your post on the Uncanny Valley into a book or something. I am not even kidding, it's brilliant and sorely needed information. Thank you for it.

Tbh its just speculative that the uncanny valley is an inherent biological trait and not cultural or a learned behavior at the moment. A good example would be the cultural phenomenon of colorophobia where in the US we have a longer history of using clowns in our horror pop culture genres than countries like Japan.

Clown entertainment has been around since the Egytian times and maybe some people have always been freaked out by them it honestly just takes one director or author to have an disproportionately irrational fear and good cinematography skills to convince people that they SHOULD hate clowns just as much, (I could say the same about the movie Jaws but thats a bit of a tangent,) or a memorable event that damages the public's trust in something that SHOULD be innocent or harmless. (A good examples being the John Wayne Gacy trials.)

Clowns are also thought to be in the uncanney valley so ita a fairly good argument on cultural phenomenon versus genetic traits. Up until aroud the 60s-70s clowns were actually fairly well liked by the US general public and a lot of older generation still find a fondness in it that would scare the living shit out of their grandchildren.

As far as evidence that I may be right about the "uncanney valley might be because of rabies" theory, there has been a small case study suggesting that the movements of a non-human robot that trigger the effect in us, is also present in people with parkinsons but the sample size is too small for me to be thoroughly convinced.

And don't be mistaken I also dislike this concept because saying that ableism is an inherent human trait is just as bad as saying racism is an inherent human trait. There is little to gain from distrust in the disabled and little historical evidence to suggest it was common or beneficial to discard disabled people. Disabled people's remains have been found time and time again to live to incredibly long livea and be cared for, and participate in their communities. I'm highly critical of this particular case study and I take it with a grain of salt because its on cosmo, but evidence of human disabilities and compassion can be sourced by actual bones and it's been placed on VERY credible sources. NPR, NBC, Discovery, Nat Geo, NY Times, literally the clostest you can get to creme of the crop news articles on DOZENS of accounts and if you have a goddam problem then pay for a tour to the Smithsonian, find an archeologist and coherse them into showing you the bones and then explain phorensics to you because you probably wouldn't understand unless you too were a phorensic archeologist yourself.

What I DO BELIEVE tho is that if the uncanny valley is a legitimate inherent trait, that like most evolutionary traits, it made it this far for this long because it somehow served us benificially. And the biggest benifit I can think of is identifying neuro-infectious diseases because they can spread agressivley, many of them lead to death or lasting effects and are fucking MISERABLE to catch. We're talking brain swelling, fevers, uncontrollable vomiting, tremors, hallucinations, motor and vocal tics, difficulty swallowing, seizures. This could all happen because they eat infected deer meat or because of one bad fox bite. It's miserable if you survive and horrifying if you dont. Rabies can survive in your muscle tissue for years before infecting your brain and once it does usually you only live for about 5-10 days in and out of concious knowledge that you're going to die painfully, and disease aggrivated psychosis. It would be hard to pinpoint the causation because the amout of time before full blown infection would vary too much to assosiate for a long time. So your only option is to hone in on telltale signs.

The disabled people who would suffer from herdeditary or developmental neurological disorders run the risk of prejudice from mistaken identity, but if a human is part of a community, and doesn't die within a week from having a wobbly head, it would sooner or later become apparent that they're not dangerous. I think nowadays culturally people don't press to learn more about disabled people due to social and political prejudice and never fucking grow up past that. Mistaken identity or not. You learn about people from the patterns of their behaviors so even ones that seem abnormal to you become a normal recognizable pattern for them. Fancy that.

We don't get grossed out by chimps or gorillas, who are even more distant cousins, and the proof that we don't have a search and destroy button for anything immediatly related to us is a bunch of bullshit can be found in almost every human's blood on earth. And not just neanderthals, but denisovans as well. And that's not even accounting for genetic backtracking the crossbreeding of other sapiens species before we were whittled down to just the three. What makes the tweet even stupider is that when neandertals still roamed the earth humans were shorter, hardier, and overall more rough looking so we looked even indistinguished then. We Also Chewed On Bones and neandertals handled cold climates better than us based on a study on chest cavity density and, skull nasal intake and heat circulation, providing genetic diversity and the upper hand in survival in the tundras or mountainous regions spanning over Eurasia. If it wasn't for humans fucking neandertals we might not have been able to spread over the contient or diversify the way we did.

So my full hypothesis is that if the uncanny valley is a genetic inherent human trait it was used to benifit people from catching agressive diseases in a time where the benifit of fearing a group member with rabies outweighed the cost of fearing a group member with a disability like parkinsons.

WHAT PISSED ME OFF was the idea that we are DESIGNED to be unwary of our evolutionary cousins could easily be used for white supremacist spaces to justify racism BECAUSE IT ALREADY HAS

So that one tweet that might seem like a quirky thinkpiece in my eyes is just fuel for eugenics trend round whatever number we're on. It's like we don't fucking learn. It would be REALLY easy to retool the concept that it's natural for people to be fearful of whatever the bullshit definition of sub-humans are. Claiming that black people were sub-human thus deserving of mistrust and submission to white ownership worked like a fucking charm.

Maybe if I go to college and major in psyche/socio/civics it'll be my college thesis. Right now I'm more of a hobbyist than anything, but what I DO know is that anyone can make an untested hypothesis to combat another untested hypothesis and it should hold just as much goddamn value. I combatted the idea that the idea that human othering was funneled into an unconfirmed effect that causes disgust and terror based on non-human sapiens is in fact racist and gave what is in my opinion a more evoluntionary practical approach to the uncanney valley.

The generalized links that I used APARENTLY weren't good enough for some people but aparently a single tweet that says "hur dur heedle dee uncanney valley exists because of human cousins" was taken at face value even tho it was probably tapped out in five seconds without regards to the reproccussions. I find a huge discomfort that less than studious links about the evolution of monkey social behaviors that I used as a guideline to explaining my concerns became the focal point for people to nitpick without even having the gall to "well actually" on the subject. That absolute ravaging NEED to rip apart at it and devolve into name calling because I MENTIONED racism is fucking suspicious and I don't trust it. I had to stop looking at the responses because some people were only reblogging and arguing with barely half of my argument and i was getting nowhere fast.

There were a few people that made actual points with cited sources that made their own rebuttle arguments. That I respect. It's just as valid an argument as mine and I'm ALWAYS willing to take on more credible sources to strengthen my stance or gain perspective.

But it's the utter dismissal of a concerning concept that just seeped into the subtext that gnawed at my gut. Some people on top of hating the linked sources I provided, admitted they didn't read it, refused to read between the lines to purposfully misinterpret or derail my main points, and detract that my claim that the tweet was a result of systemic white supremacy saturated into modern science was a bunch of bullshit because I claimed that 1500s anglos invented racism.

The thing is we did invent the racism that we fucking currently subscribe to.

We practice the science that we formulated based on our own social prejudice. Real people die from this.

We remain uncritical of our own theorums that we postulate then pat ourselves on the back like we're philosophical geniuses even though racism is a family heirloom with a new paint job.

We preach the eugenics ideals that we pulled out of our asses to benifit from fearmongering, promises of national security and unpaied labor.

White supremacists create subtext with the intention of it being consumed by accident or in ways that seem palatable.

Fuck.

That.

I don't hate the person who wrote the tweet. Chances are that they gave the tweet as much thought as they took the time to write it and went on their day as a fun little thinkpiece. Everyone on the internet does it. But its that kind of thinking error that needs to be adressed as a progression of historic and scientific prejudice that gets rehashed, recycled and untouched and continually damages and is weaponized against marginalized people. I am not wrong for taking it seriously especially when a bunch of people were sitting around nodding their heads just as effortlessly.

I don't owe the internet any more sources than the tweet. I don't owe anyone on the internet a full scientific ananysis. And the people's reaction to what I had to say was actually what further convinced me I might have hit the nail on the head.

[theevangelion]

Keira: Dom Cat/Sub Kara Sneak Peek

For Kendrene: Mistress Cat/Sub Kara. Kara has some special duties as Cat's personal assistant, including being fucked by her boss in the office after hours. Bonus points for involving Cat's very steep heels in the process.

*OR*

Cat Grant gives her Bambi-legged personal assistant an intensive course on how to walk in high heels.

“Oh! Keira while you’re here!” Miss Grant halted the personal assistant escaping in search of her lunch hour. “I need you to run and grab coffee before you take your break.”

“It’s Kara.”

“Excuse me?” Miss Grant glanced over the top of her glasses from the photographs spread out on her desk.

“It’s Kara, not—”

“Did I ask for your name?” Miss Grant didn’t so much as blink. “Keira, I can only assume you got out of bed on the wrong side this morning—presumably in the dark too if those last season bargain basement shoes are anything to go by—which you wear with all the grace and elegance of a reversing garbage truck without any wheels on, by the way.” Miss Grant turned her attention back to the grainy photographs of a popular athlete kissing a woman who was not his wife. “I’ll take a danish too.” She shooed with her fingers.

Taken aback, Kara realised that she now simply had a new name until Cat Grant decided otherwise. There was nothing to say—nothing she could say—other than blither foolish apologies for misspeaking. Kara had been warned about Cat’s quick, no survivors taken attitude. The several ex-personal assistants in the Facebook support group had made it abundantly clear.

But, Kara hadn’t found the advertisement for this role on Indeed or LinkedIn. She found it through quite a different website altogether.

“Coffee, Keira.” Miss Grant pointed a manicured finger to the door. “Why are you still here?”

“Sorry! Yes! Coffee, Miss Grant. Almond milk?” Kara became determined to get it right for fear of the alternative.

“Of course I want almond milk, Keira,” the petite woman scoffed, “I’m not a fucking barefoot savage.”

***

“She’s looking to finish strong but the ankles are weak. Her coach and team will be disappointed with her performance today. Wibble wobble, will she make it?” Miss Grant chided behind Kara all the way through the office as though walking in these particular heels were an Olympic gymnastics floor final. “Oh! She nearly tripped but she stuck the landing!” Miss Grant burst enthusiastically as they made it through the door into her executive office. “Goodness, Keira. It’s like watching a horse try to gallop in roller skates inside a pressurised vacuum chamber.”

“I can wear flats instead of heels if you prefer, Miss Grant?” Kara suggested with blushing cheeks, leaning over slightly as she placed the coffee and rival daily newspapers on Cat’s desk for morning appraisal.

“Keira.” Slender hips pressed against Kara’s bent bottom, then lips craned and pressed against the back of her reddened ear. It made Kara’s heartbeat stop and her brain empty outward. “I’m offended you would suggest such a thing. Firstly, I’m offended on behalf of high heels. Secondly, I’m offended you would think about stripping me of the small joy that comes with mercilessly mocking you.” Kara swallowed hard and felt her boss gently tuck her wavy hair behind her ear. “You don’t want to offend me, do you Kara?” Cat whispered.

“You said my name.”

“Excuse me?”

“You—” Kara stopped and inhaled, shaking her head at her own foolishness. “Nothing, sorry. Of course I don’t want to offend you, Miss Grant. I… I like working here. I just want you to make sure you like me working here as much as I like working here.”

“You sound like bad Roald Dahl fanfiction when you speak off the tongue. I don’t like it.” Cat pulled back, but she gently slipped her slender fingers along Kara’s shoulder as she moved away—almost taking the venom out of her own statement. “Still, a woman without confidence is like a bisexual person without a Harry Potter inspired tattoo, Keira. Incomprehensible,” Cat snided, stepping around her desk with clasped hands at her waist. “I’ll teach you how to appreciate heels. Be here at six this evening.”

“After work?” Kara gulped and fiddled with her glasses.

“Will that be a problem?”

“No Ma’am.” She shook her head.

***

Kara was a pretty thing. Annoying, but pretty. There were few things that Cat enjoyed less than a young woman falling all over herself like a wounded deer in the wake of a cutting word from her quick tongue. But, Kara had seemingly made herself immune to the humiliation in recent weeks.

Cat would try, of course, nasty little remarks here and there to make the girl wither crimson. But Kara would just smile the most radiant smile and say a blushing thank you, apparently grateful for the attention and constructive feedback.

Truth be told, it warmed Cat.

But that didn’t stop it being any less infuriating.

Cat had placed the job advertisement on the fetish website for two reasons: to draw in the type of submissive natured assistant who would prove long standing—because having to re-explain the basics of how she wanted things done around the office every few months after the latest one quit was more headache than it was worth. Cat also placed the advert on the fetish website because it was a very, very fun and convenient way to bring her most private fantasies to life.

Cat enjoyed the thought of humiliating a girl to tears, parading her naked, spanking her over her knee, doing all sorts of rude and cruel things to her. There were the overtly sexual things too—the thought of taking her personal assistant to business dinners with electrified toys in all sorts of sensitive places. A tear-stained porcelain face buried underneath her hiked skirt licking her stresses away—waiting for the chief’s permission to gasp for a much needed breath.

Why keep it a filthy, private fantasy when she could find someone as equally perverted as herself? Better yet, why keep it a filthy perverted fantasy when she could find a little fool who would do these things without the good business acumen to demand a premium salary rate.

Kara made above market average of course, if only from the benevolence of Cat’s tender heart. The girl didn’t have enough between her ears to think to demand it, though Cat supposed that was rather a good thing for longevity's sake.

Cat never abided demanding types very well.

“Panties off too.” Cat didn’t glance away from her laptop screen despite wanting to stare. “I don’t care if you cry yourself blue in the face. Take them off or put the rest of your clothes on and march yourself down to the unemployment line.”

“I’m not crying,” Kara whispered softly as though confused by the statement. “I wasn’t wearing panties to begin with, Miss Grant.”

At that Cat snapped her stare across with witheringly cold precision. Kara stood there completely bare with her hands clasped behind her spine. From stood beneath the lighting directly above her, her skin was a gorgeous shade of bone white, her muscles taut and slender, which gave her the impression of being much taller than she actually was. Cat thought she looked beautiful, and she wanted to give the compliment where it was due, though she would never miss the opportunity for a quip.

“What happens when you assume, Keira?”

“I’m sorry, Miss Grant.” Wrong footed, Kara startled like a wide-eyed deer.

Much better, Cat thought.

Kara continued, “I just. I just like to be prepared for you, Miss Grant. I like to anticipate what might be required of me—”

“And what were you anticipating when you decided to forgo panties this morning?” Cat rose from her chair with a cool, indiscernible expression. “What? You had some infantile, school girl fantasy that perhaps I might use your dripping little hole as balm?” Cat blinked and pushed the smallest of smirks. “Of course, I suppose today wasn’t the first day the air from the subway vents tickled you in private places?” She clipped around her desk with poise.

YOU CAN READ ALL FOUR CHAPTERS OF THE COMPLETE STORY HERE!

[pretty-bratty]

I'll Be Home for Christmas (Even When You're Being a Brat)

I'll Be Home for Christmas (Even When You're Being a Brat)

It's their first Christmas. And it should be perfect - if only Steve wasn't such a brat. And Billy wasn't so tired. And wasn't wearing this goddamn sweater! Bullshit, it's still perfect. 'Cause they're together.

Light dom/sub, spanking, Christmas fluff

It's going on in Baby, Can You See Through the Tears universe - but you can read it on its own.

Every chapter is either in Steve's POV (written by @pretty-bratty) or in Billy's POV (written by @strangergrove).

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Chapter 2: Christmas Spirit (Steve)

Everything is warm and cozy and just...the best. Steve curls up, getting comfortable next to Billy, and lets out a soft giggle when he steals a marshmallow from his hot cocoa. 

"I swear to God, Harrington, those chipmunks are reminding me someone," Billy chuckles, shoving a pancake and a cookie in his mouth, both at the same time.

Steve watches Chip and Dale making fun of Pluto while Mickey chops the Christmas tree. He smiles at Billy, taking a cookie too. Dustin's mom baked cookies specifically for them, a whole jar, frosting and sprinkles and all. Dustin's swearing his mom makes just the best cookies, and well, even Billy seems to agree now, considering on how he inhales them in handfuls. 

"Who?"

The tree on the screen starts to sparkle with colorful lights, and Steve watches it, mesmerized like when he was ten. He's so glad that stupid Demogorgon hasn't ruined his fascination with fairy lights, must be a miracle of its own.

"I dunno," Billy drawls lazily, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Some certain troublemaker we both know."

"You?" Steve gives him a toothy grin and gets reduced to uncontrollable laughter next moment, because Billy decides to tickle him for that. "Okay, okay, it's me, it's me, stop, Billy!"

He doesn't stop until Steve's literally hiccuping from laughing, grabbing his shoulders into a tight hug then. Steve just sighs happily, relaxing completely. 

It's officially his favorite time. Well, every time with Billy is the best in his books. But Christmas time with Billy is truly magical. 

It's everything Steve has ever seen in the holidays movies and Disney cartoons and everything he's dreamed about, but has never had before. 

He's always been mesmerized by all the falling snow and silvery bright stars, glowing in the dark blue night, and Christmas magic that he dreamed to experience once.

He's never thought his magic would come in a form of wild Californian boy with firm hands and secretly warm heart. But well. S' a miracle, after all. And they come in unexpected forms.

Billy lets out a soft laugh, watching Pluto going nuts on the screen, and cuddles Steve closer.

It's probably his favorite part, Billy being soft all the time - cuddly and gentle and letting Steve get away with almost everything.

He's got it only once, a few days ago, when they met a real-life wild deer during their walk in the snowy woods.

Steve tried to pet its nose, despite Billy's firm forbidding - because a Christmas deer, Billy, honestly, how could you not - and almost got his hand bitten off. It's actually scared all three of them to shit.

The deer pranced back into the woods immediately, probably deciding to never go closer to any dumbass humans. Billy yelled and used all profanities that Steve knew and some more.

Steve just got frozen on the spot, his heart beating wildly, before getting pulled into the tightest hug from Billy.

Unfortunately, after a moment Billy understood that Steve's a) okay and b) disobeyed him, so the next thing Steve got were a few harsh slaps on his ass, paired with some pretty pissed scolding. 

Then he got hugged again though, and cuddled for the rest of the day, so it wasn't even that bad. He also managed to keep the faint memory of the deer's velvety nose, so - totally worth it.

Besides, deliberate disobeying usually lands him into a full-blown trouble, so this was honestly nothing.

Apparently, Christmas time's the time when you can get away with literally anything. Which is one more reason to love this season dearly.

The cartoon is ending, and Billy moves, as if trying to get up.

"One more," Steve grabs his hand, getting more comfortable on top of Billy and stealing the frosting from his cookie.

Billy checks his watch. 

"Steve, it's time to get ready, baby."

"No," Steve pulls a face that Billy usually calls a spoiled pout. 

"Have you changed your mind?" Billy hauls him so Steve straddles his lap, facing Billy, like he's not heavier than a little puppy. "Are we not going to the Byers?"

"Of course we are," Steve's voice gets all hoarse and he's just...going completely still.

Because his breath is hitching and there's this sharp, almost painful feeling in his stomach, and his head's swimming and his heart is going wild - like every time when Billy holds him like that. 

Holds him with his firm hands, palms warm and steady on Steve's sides, like he can easily lift him in the air - and he probably can.

Billy's gaze is intense, both soft and piercing at the same time, and he seems so big and confident, while Steve feels so, so small.

Small and vulnerable, and kinda lost. He clutches Billy's shoulders, not actually knowing what he's doing. The only thing he knows is that Billy, unlike any others, wouldn't push him away.

Steve feels his eyes prickling all of a sudden, and it's stupid, he's not some whiny girl, and all he wants is to promise he's gonna be so good, only good, like, forever - just - just please, don't let me go, never let me go.

Saying it out loud would be too dumb even for Steve though, so he just keeps looking at Billy, breath hitched, completely helpless.

But Billy - Billy still seems to just somehow get it, because Steve's being held close and cuddled to his warm chest. 

There are soft lips touching his ear, and it's ticklish and warm and Steve feels so incredibly light, like his stomach is full of tiny airy bubbles, like in coke, and Billy's hands are running down his back, all soothing and steady and firm, yet so gentle.

"You're a good boy, yeah, my good boy," Billy's voice feels like a warm blanket wrapped around him, so reassuring and soft. "No matter what. Mischievous and spoiled and bratty as you are, you're my boy. M' keeping you forever, okay?"

Steve closes his eyes, treasuring these words. He's used to cold or stern voices way more than to this soft praise, because people apparently think he deserves only that. Steve kinda believes it himself - but seems like Billy's made it his mission to change it.

So Steve just clings to him, soaking it all up like a sponge, melting in this warmth and tenderness.

Billy keeps drawing soothing circles on his back, murmuring some silly questions to which Steve just needs to nod or shake his head - like 'are you excited for the party' and 'are you still gonna ask Joyce if you can put a reindeer antlers on the dog' and 'do you think I'm gonna beat the Chief in how much gravy we eat'.

He doesn't stop until Steve can breathe normally again, until he gets all relaxed, giggling softly into Billy's neck, pressing his lips to the warm skin.

"Now let's get ready," Billy moves him to look in his eyes. "We promised to come earlier and help, remember?"

"But..." Steve knows it. He wants to go and he also wants to sit here with Billy forever, and just, time is such a stupid concept!

"No 'buts', Stevie. And none of that pouting," Billy gives him a pointed look, patting his cheek lightly. "I told you you're my boy and I'm not letting my boy be disobedient, got it?"

Steve just pouts more.

"What, it makes me not your boy if I'm disobedient?"

"Where the hell have you picked up this nonsense?"

"But you said...."

Billy rolls his eyes and then fixes him with somewhat stern look. Whoops.

"It makes you my boy who I'll have to punish so he behaves again. Are we clear?"

Uh, so maybe you can't get away with everything even at Christmas after all. Or maybe Billy's just trying to scare him. It's better to listen now anyway.

"We're clear, Billy. But I'm all ready to go!" Steve looks at him all innocently, pointing at his sweater and then at Billy's naked chest. S' not like he doesn't appreciate the view, but...

"Yeah, about that," Billy frowns, drumming his fingers on Steve's back. "You little shit happen to know where have all my shirts disappeared?"

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[blackberrywidow]

The Deaf Leading the Blind

Summary: In which Steve confesses his feelings for Tony to Clint, not realizing he can’t hear a damn thing he’s saying. Based on this post by @ironmanarmor

Warnings: Just two idiots doing what idiots do. 

Pairing: Implied Tony/Steve

Word Count: 1.5k

“Uh, Clint… Can I talk to you for a second?”

Steve was… uncomfortable, to say the least; but his desperation outweighed any discomfort he was feeling. He wouldn’t be there, looking for advice in the lowest of places, otherwise.

Not that Clint was a badadvice giver, per se. He just wasn’t… very good at it. But out of all of the Avengers, Steve knew Clint would be the one most likely to give it to him straight without any gloating or the possibility of their conversation reaching a certain someone. He was, of course, expecting some teasing and a generally superior attitude during their little talk, but it was a far cry from Natasha’s conniving smile or Thor’s loud insistence that he “follow his heart.” It was a side effect that he could live with, given it led to some sort of decision.

Clint, though not an ideal person to spill one’s deepest secrets too, was the lesser evil in this situation. If only he were paying attention to him.

Steve’s brow furrowed as Clint continued to wolf down his sandwich, blissfully unaware that Steve was even in the room apparently. If the topic was any less important, Steve would have simply walked away and given the two—Clint and his foot-long meatball sub—some privacy. But unfortunately, this conversation had already waited long enough.

So, Steve did what he did best and persisted, clearing his throat and walking further into the kitchen, coming to a stop at the table Clint was sitting at. “Clint,” Steve repeated, voice raising an octave as he took a seat across from him. “I asked if I could talk to you.”

Wide, panicked blue eyes rose to meet his own, sandwich still partway in his mouth. After a moment of rapid blinking and a general deer-in-headlights impression, Clint hurriedly chomped down on his sandwich, managing to get out a muffled “yeah” as he chewed.

Okay then… here goes nothing.

“Well, you may have noticed that I uh… Well that I’ve been a bit distracted lately, I guess,” Steve began, deciding to just dive right in and get this over with. He paused to glance up from where he had been nervously scratching his thumbnail into the wood of the table to see the archer’s reaction though, hoping for some kind of encouragement. The moment he caught Clint’s eyes, the other blonde nodded exuberantly.

“Oh, yeah,” he agreed, the words coming out too loud in the quiet of the kitchen now that his mouth wasn’t crammed full of food.

Steve couldn’t help but frown. He had hoped that it wasn’t that obvious but… if Clint of all people had picked up on it so easily, he must have been worse than the thought.

“Oh. Well, okay then. So, you know what I’m talking about?”

Clint hesitated, that wide-eyed, stricken look returning as he slowly nodded, cautiously taking another bite of his sandwich but saying nothing more.

“Okay,” Steve continued, clearing his suddenly dry throat. “I’ll just cut right to the chase then. I’m worried that my feelings for Tony are beginning to affect my work on the team. It was fine when it was just a harmless crush, but things are… different now. You know what I mean?”

He paused again, looking up at his friend with beseeching eyes, hoping that he was making sense. He couldn’t think straight half the time when it came to Tony, which was roughly 90% of his current problem. So, he was relieved when Clint replied with a bright “Yup” after only a moment’s pause.

Maybe he wasn’t so clueless after all.

“Right? It’s like… sometimes I’m sure that he knows how I feel. I mean, you’ve seen the way he flirts with me. It’s ‘Captain Handsome’ this and ‘it would be my patriotic duty as an American to buy you dinner’ that. But he’s like that with everyone, isn’t he?”

Steve’s stomach dropped a little when Clint affirmed this statement as well, but it wasn’t unexpected. At least he was being honest with him. “Yeah. That’s what I thought. But sometimes it feels different than others. Like when he rescued me back in Bosnia last month. There was just… I don’t know how to describe it. Some kind of pull and instead of giving in, he pulled away instead. We’ve been kind of distant ever since and it’s killing me Clint. He may not return my feelings, but I wish that he’d at least return my calls for Christ’s sake.”

He took a moment to collect himself, realizing that he was become perhaps too heated, too loud for what was supposed to be a calm discussion of feelings. But Clint urged him on, giving him a sharp nod and a boisterous, “Yeah.”

“Yeah! I mean, what we do is dangerous. I don’t have time to beat around the bush or allow whatever it is we have distract me. But how can I stop it? I mean… Tony is everything to me here Clint. After the war, after everyone I knew died while I took the world’s longest nap, I… I just don’t have anything else. At least, nothing like Tony. He’s…” Steve paused, struggling to find the words to explain the way Tony’s existence simultaneously tore his heart of his chest and stitched it back together, but Clint’s encouraging nod pushed him to push through it. “He’s just Tony. That’s the only way to describe him. Because only Tony can be so egotistical, rash, and clueless while also being the most gifted, intelligent, brave, selfless, caring person I know. He’s like a walking contradiction, and he should be the last person I love but I do.”

Steve stopped short, choking on his next words before they could leave his mouth. Nothing else mattered after that.

His were eyes wide as they flashed up to Clint’s equally bewildered expression. “Oh my god,” he breathed, as the words settled in his heart moments after they had left his mouth, reaffirming the truth in them. “I love Tony Stark.”

“Uh, yeah,” Clint responded, looking at him as though he had no idea what he was getting at.

Steve supposed he was right. He loved Tony, so why was he sitting here talking to Clint when he should be talking to Tony?

Screw his fear of rejection and his doubts about his ability to have a successful relationship with Tony. He loved him—cared for him more deeply than anyone else on this planet—so why waste any more time being afraid? He stood up in the face of fear every day, why should this be any different?

Well, the obvious answer was that he was risking his friendship with Tony if he approached him with his feelings and they weren’t returned. But he also risked a lifetime of unhappiness and regret if he didn’t.

The choice was so obvious now, because just as Clint seemed to believe, there really wasn’t one.

“Thanks Clint,” Steve said, rushing to stand from the kitchen. “You’re a great listener. If everything goes well, I’ll really owe you one.”

And with that, he was rushing out of the kitchen, off to find Tony and confess his love to him. He could only hope it was the right decision, but he was through with sitting around and doing nothing regardless. He had always been a man of action—it was time to prove it.

Clint watched him go, slowly chewing the last bite of his sandwich in silence. He didn’t even notice that Natasha had practically danced into the room after Steve left until she threw box at him.

“Ow!” he hissed, clutching his head and bending to pick up the box. However, his mood brightened considerably when he realized what they were. “Oh, thank God.” He rushed to take his hearing aids out of the box and put them on to spare himself further trouble.

“Did you lose something again?” Natasha chuckled, smirking at him as she plopped down in Steve’s now vacant seat.

“Yeah,” Clint agreed, voice back down to a normal volume as he smiled at his best friend. “Thanks, Nat.”

“No problem,” she sighed, sounding strangely happy as she continued to smile at him like the Cheshire Cat. It was… unsettling to say the least.

“What? Do I have food on my face or something?”

“No.” Nat rolled her eyes, voice losing some of its dreamlike quality now. “You didn’t catch any of that, did you?”

“Oh, you mean Steve? Nah. Couldn’t hear a thing, obviously, but he was talkin’ so damn fast I didn’t even try to read his lips. Why? Did I fuck it up that bad? I couldn’t tell why he ran off so suddenly.”

Natasha, petite, graceful ballerina assassin Natasha actuallysnorted. “No, Clint. Though, a word of advice? When Steve comes back up here grinning like the biggest idiot on the planet, just take all the credit you can.”

“What? Why?” Clint asked, cocking his head to the side and raising a brow. “What did I do?”

“Oh,” Natasha purred, grin impossibly widening, making Clint extremely suspicious and slightly afraid. “You’ll see. Everything’s finally working out, just two years later than we had hoped.”

Clint, though he didn’t know what it was they had been hoping for, decided to take Natasha’s word for it and simply shrugged. As long as Steve never found out he had had an entire conversation with him without hearing a thing he said, he didn’t care.  

[jiangsspace]

Min Yoongi | Sugar Daddy

Pairing: Min Yoongi x fem!reader

Word count: 8K

Genre: sugar daddy!au, smut

Warnings! dom!yoongi, sub!reader, cursing, explicit masturbation and unprotected sex, breathplay, spanking, ropes, belts, handcuffs etc…, escorting, sugaring, slight name-calling...

Min Yoongi was a powerful man with what seemed like an infinite bank account and endless houses scattered all over the world. He had an abundance of cars, expensive watches and clothes that were so expensive they could pay off your student loan. You become his sugar baby.

Min Yoongi was a powerful man with what seemed like an infinite bank account and endless houses scattered all over the world. He had an abundance of cars, expensive watches and clothes that were so expensive they could pay off your student loan. Min Yoongi was an influential man with so many enemies he needed to have a bodyguard at his house and another one protecting him at all times. His business was flourishing and he had all the wealth in the world some people would only dream of in their wildest dreams. The world was at his feet but the riches and the silk beddings were not enough. The cars and the penthouses although beautiful felt empty. There was something missing.

And not to whine but when you are as rich as Min Yoongi you can’t trust anyone. People change their personalities just to get money from him or boost their social status. No, Min Yoongi only had three people in his life he could trust and he paid for their presence. Kim Namjoon and Jung Hoseok— his bodyguards as well as Kim Taehyung the secretary and personal assistant. They were all loyal to him and answered to no one else but him. Needless to say, he paid them good money to stay that way.

When you got into the university of your dreams life seemed perfect. Obviously,  this wasn’t going to be cheap and you knew it. You were going to have to work your butt off if you wanted to get excellent grades. But with university studies came the student loans. Luckily, you had managed to land a job as a waitress early on in your studies but as the months went by you realised that the money you were making waiting tables wasn’t going to cut it. You needed to make more money somehow.

One night you had agreed to go to this party with Jungkook. He had been begging and whining saying he didn’t want to go alone. Why did you always give in to his deer-like eyes? Besides, as soon as you stepped into the house Jungkook had already disappeared from your side even if he had explicitly sworn not to ditch you like he did at every party.

Minutes later he came back with two cups and drank both of them. He wanted to dance, he felt like crying but he wanted to have fun. Jungkook was such a chaotic personality you had a hard time imagining him ever taking a break.

Jungkook dragged you out of the crowd and sat you down on a couch you most definitely didn’t want to be sitting on. But Jungkook’s eyes locked you in place and as he spoke you weighed whether or not you should just punch the kid in the face to knock him out and call it a day. You had an exam soon and you really wanted to study.

But what Jungkook was saying rendered you speechless. He had a successful family. His brother Hoseok, Hoseokie as he used to call him, worked as a bodyguard and apparently it paid well. And his mother and father owned a lucrative law firm.

“Hoseokie works for this uber rich dude...” he held his breath trying to remember his name. “I’ve seen his face and I could recognise it anywhere but I don’t know his name. Black hair last time I saw him, quite short... Anyway, Hoseokie revealed that he’s looking for a woman to spend time with.” Jungkook leaned closer lowering his voice even further.

“The CEO keeps rejecting every single one he proposes. I suggest you send in your profile and see what happens.” Jungkook sat up straight with a million-dollar smile plastered on his flushed face like he had solved all of your financial problems.

“No,” you got up. “I’m not going to sell my body for some guy no matter how rich and able to pay off my student loan he is.”

”But Y/N!” Jungkook called after you but you didn’t feel like hearing his arguments on why you should do it. You were not going to let someone use your body in exchange for money.

Jungkook latched himself onto your arm. ”He’s a proper guy from what I’ve heard from Hoseok. Besides he’s a businessman who needs to maintain a clean and good image. He wouldn’t do anything to you.”

”Sounds an awful lot like Fifty Shades to me,” you cocked an eyebrow at him while attempting to free your numbed arm.

Jungkook nudged closer to your side and kept on reassuring you. Somehow it was working because at this point you were starting to actually think this through.

”I might look into it but don’t celebrate your victory yet. I haven’t decided if I really want to do this or not.” You sighed in defeat. What did you get yourself into?

 The first call came during a lecture but since you had pretty much forgotten about the whole ordeal you simply pressed decline and put your phone on silence without batting an eye. Whoever was calling could wait until the end of class.

“Hello, this is Y/N L/N. You attempted to contact me earlier but I was occupied.”

“Hello! My name is Kim Taehyung. I’m Mister Min’s assistant. Yes, I tried to contact you earlier about a contract settlement. When would you have time to drop by the office?”

“Wait— what? A contract?” You couldn’t help but repeat every word Kim Taehyung had spoken. Jungkook’s words kept bouncing in your head.

“The CEO keeps rejecting every single one he proposes. The CEO keeps rejecting every single one. The CEO keeps rejecting...”

Taehyung’s voice brought you back to reality.

“Yes, Mister Min wants to settle a contract with you. How about tomorrow morning?”

You fidgeted with the hem of your blush button-down. Why were you doing this in the first place?

“Is he free today?” You blurted out amazed at your own audacity. There was a short silence on Taehyung’s side but soon his voice filled your ears.

“Mister Min had a meeting this evening but it got cancelled. I could suggest he see you then? He’s at another meeting at the moment but let me call you back in two hours. Would that be okay?”

You gulped almost audibly yet managed to get out a yes, absolutely.

“Who were you talking to?” Jungkook glued himself to your side and grabbed your arm.

“You are never going to believe me.” You sighed loudly. “Mister Min’s assistant Kim Taehyung called me. Apparently, the boss wants to settle a contract with me.”

Jungkook’s eyes lit up.

“Oh yes!” He yelled in glee. “This is exactly what we wanted!”

No!” You shrugged Jungkook off. “No! This is what you wanted.” You hissed through gritted teeth while staring Jungkook in the eyes.

“Y/N, I promise you this is something not to be afraid of. He’s a good man and he’ll take care of you.” You still stared Jungkook in the eyes dumbfounded and ready to slap your friend— mostly out of recognition for his solution but your pride couldn’t allow you to thank him. Not yet. Dragging Jungkook out into the sunlight you turned around dramatically to prove your point as you hissed some more.

“I’m going to have to sleep with him!”

“Actually, not all sugar babies sleep with their sugar...” Jungkook spoke so matter-of-factly it drove you insane.

“Stop saying sugar baby.”

“When are you meeting with him?” He changed the subject while leading you to his car.

“Maybe tonight.” You admitted as you put on your seatbelt purposefully avoiding Jungkook’s gaze.

“Tonight?!” He roared. “What?” You felt red creeping up your cheeks as you felt Jungkook’s eyes piercing your skin.

“Tonight and you didn’t tell me.”

“Well, I just got off the phone when you plastered yourself onto my hip.” What a lame excuse. Jungkook reversed from his parking spot and got off campus.

“Where to m’lady?” He giggled. You just wanted to go home.

Your hands were shaking when you searched for Jungkook’s phone number on your contact list.

“Hey, what’s up?” His voice was hoarse like he had just taken a nap instead of studying for the exam he had no idea even existed.

“So, turns out...” your voice was shaking as well. “Turns out he’s free tonight. I’m going to meet Mister Min tonight.”

“Min Yoongi,” Jungkook replied back. “His name is Min Yoongi. I looked it up online ‘cause it was so annoying not being able to connect the name and the face.”

“Are you listening to me?” Your voice was starting to get hoarse too. ”Are you fucking listening to me?!”

”Woah! Y/N!” Jungkook stood up straight in his bed. ”It’s the first meeting. You are just going to talk about the contract, the things you are comfortable with doing and about the things you don’t want to sign up for. He’s not going to fuck you on the first day.” Jungkook’s voice softened as he spoke. ”Besides, you can still withdraw from everything. Don’t sign anything and you’re free to go.”

”I want to punch you so bad.” Tears were streaming down your eyes and onto your laptop. ”I so want to punch you. Why did you persuade me into this?”

”Sugaring is not just about sex, Y/N.” Jungkook was scolding you now. ”I mean, yeah, there are daddies who just do it for the sex and some babies who do it just for the money, but there are good daddies out there who only crave social interaction and a human contact. It’s not just this dirty business of people humping each other and pouring money onto each other. It’s about friendship and investment.” Jungkook stopped talking and for a moment neither of you spoke a word. Only your soft sobs were heard.

”I’m afraid.” You whispered ashamed of your initial reaction towards sugaring. Jungkook was right. You could withdraw at any moment if you wanted to.

”If it makes you feel any better, I once had a sugar daddy who paid me to spend time with him.” Jungkook’s confession made you speechless.

”Wait...” you sounded dumbfounded. ”You were a baby once?”

”Yeah,” Jungkook chuckled. ”And I liked it. The guy was nice. He was young and rich and lonely.” Jungkook put an emphasis on the word lonely.

”When’s your meeting?” Jungkook softened his voice once again.

”In two hours.” You recalled. ”What should I wear?” Your voice getting higher in pitch once you remembered you had to get ready.

”Something casual yet stylish. Since you don’t know his taste yet go with something neutral. Nothing too flashy to scare him off but nothing too sexy either. You’re not there just to sell on your looks but your mind. Use your brain to lure him in.” Jungkook instructed shuffling in his bed to get a better position.

”How about that black dress I got last week with a belt and some high heeled ankle boots?” You scrunched up your nose waiting for Jungkook’s judgment.

”As long as you feel bomb as fuck, it should do the trick. Remember, you sell your personality and your looks. You’re a bomb package that he must want to purchase at the end of this interview.”

”Sounds so wrong...” you sighed exasperatedly.

”Yet it feels so good.”

”Will I have to call him daddy?” You asked while putting Jungkook on speaker. He was silent for a while.

”Not necessarily. It depends on him, I guess. But if he’s not a dick he’ll probably ask you what you’re comfortable with.”

”Did you… did you have sex with your sugar daddy?” The word was already so much more natural in your mouth that you didn’t have a difficulty saying it out loud.

”I did. But it doesn’t mean that you’ll have to.” Jungkook answered relieving some of the anxiety off your shoulders.

”I mean. Should I tell my sugar daddy that… that I haven’t had sex? Ever.” You dropped down into a deep squat in embarrassment.

A black car was waiting for you outside when you stepped out of the comfort of your studio. The black car looked expensive and something you definitely could never afford.

”I guess he really is uber rich like Jungkook says.” Your phone vibrated in your brown clutch and you stopped to check the message.

As you approached the sleek car a man dressed in black got out and went to open the door for you.

”Are you here to pick up Y/N L/N?” You asked holding the clutch closer to your chest. The man simply nodded and showed a business card with your name written on it as well as a serial code Taehyung had asked you to memorize to prove you were you. The man didn’t say anything he just held the card in front of your face. He looked like a bodyguard judging by the earpiece he was sporting. He waited until you had slid inside the car before pushing the door closed with a thud and getting behind the wheel. 

He hadn’t spoken a word since you first laid eyes on him but the atmosphere in the car stopped you from sparking a conversation. This Min Yoongi sure seemed like an uptight and secretive man. Even the car’s interior design was oozing money with smooth leather to the touch and cup holders. There was even an old-school telephone.

The black car glided across the road the engine purring like a content cat. The man definitely had an eye for cars. You tried to peer through the windows where you were headed but you didn’t recognise the area. Most likely he wanted to meet at his office before deciding if he really wanted to go through with this. Seeing the skyscrapers against the dark night sky was beautiful. And the city lights that reflected through all that glass? Just magnificent.

Suddenly the car became to a halt and you turned your gaze to the front. Oh, red light. You thought you were already there. Your heart jumped into your throat when you thought about meeting your future boss.

”Excuse me?” Your soft voice called out. The driver’s eyes met yours through the rear mirror. ”Are we far away?”

”Five more minutes, miss.” His voice was deep but the small reassuring dimple smile he sent your way helped the butterflies in your stomach to settle down.

”Five more minutes.” You repeated in your head while turning your gaze back to the night sky.

The scenery looked the same while you stayed on the highway but as soon as the car took a left and started climbing up the smaller roads.

Jungkook had googled Min Yoongi for you as you got ready with your hair and makeup. A young 25-year-old owner of a multimillionaire business and affiliate of multiple very successful daughter companies, Min Yoongi was from a family bathing in wealth. He had his education in the finest private schools and went to a very prestigious university in South Korea. He spent a few years in the US perfecting his English. On top of that, he can speak German, Japanese and Chinese nearly fluently. His mind seemed so powerful. How on earth did he take interest in you? You were a simple girl who moved from the countryside to chase her dreams in a big city.

The car stopped again and this time you realised you were in a garage. The lights were dim, but as the dimpled driver got out of the car the lights would blink and light the entire garage. You went to open the door for yourself but the driver beat you to it and motioned for you to step outside. You noticed the other expensive black cars which looked identical to one another.

The male tapped his earpiece once with a stern face. He looked frozen in place and you stood there like a fool clutching the purse close to your chest not knowing what to do with your hands.

”If you’ll follow me, miss.” The deep voice called out bringing you back from your thoughts. Your heels clicked against the concrete as you stepped into the elevator. There were so many floors, you noticed. The driver inserted a key into a hole and twisted it. You were going to the highest floor. Maybe it was too late to point out that you were afraid of heights at this point.

The elevator music was a generic piece that was overly joyful compared to the thick air in the elevator. Was he instructed not to talk to you? Or was he just always this... joyful? The ride seemed to take forever but once you reached the penthouse the elevator made an annoying ding sound.

The doors opened and you stepped out. The driver simply gave you a shy smile as the doors closed. You were so lost. What were you supposed to do now? You turned on your heels for a while taking in the penthouse. It was dark with a few lights here and there. The most impressive view of Seoul was spread before you where the large windows were located. You approached the glass with wavering steps but you managed to get close enough to admire the lit night sky. The starts and lights of the city mixed together and reflected off each other. You couldn’t help but gasp at the beauty when suddenly you heard footsteps from behind you and a figure reflected through the glass.

Letting out a yelp you turned around to be greeted by a red-haired male. Tall and slender he had a kind face and a boxy smile.

”Hello, my name is Kim Taehyung. I’m happy to meet you!” The male approached you with his hand extended to you. You took it relieved to know there were people around him able to start a conversation.

”Y/N,” you introduced yourself.

”I hope the car ride here was pleasant.” Taehyung made small talk as he offered to take your coat from you.

”It was pleasant. I don’t live far away from here anyway,” you answered shaking the coat off your shoulders.

”Well, good good!” Taehyung smiled warmly. ”Mister Min should be here any minute. He took a little more time with his last meeting but is on his way here.”

Taehyung led you to what looked like the kitchen and offered a drink while you waited.

”I would just like a water, please. I don’t wish to be drunk on my first meeting,” you tried to crack a little joke to lighten the mood, although it wasn’t really necessary with Taehyung. You already felt so much more at ease with him than with the driver with the adorable dimples.

”One glass of refreshingly cold water coming up,” he pretended to be a bartender and poured you a drink in a tall glass.

”Are you nervous?” Taehyung asked as you sipped on your water.

”I have no idea what to expect.” You admitted. ”It’s my first time doing something… something like this.”

Taehyung gave you an understanding look. He poured you more water as he noticed the drink half empty.

”You’ll do great!” He assured you but you couldn’t quite take his words for it. He leaned in with a slight hint of mischief.

”I’ll let you in on a secret.” He whispered. ”You are the first female to step foot in this penthouse.”

While his intent was to reassure you your mind couldn’t help but blurt out.

”I heard he has other penthouses around the world.” Taehyung smile froze but it soon turned into laughter. He laughed for a good fifteen seconds before settling for a chuckle.

”It is true. He has other penthouses, but this is his...” Taehyung opened his mouth but was quickly silenced by another voice coming from the living room which had a view to the kitchen.

”Are you telling her my secrets?” The voice spoke. It was a tired, hoarse voice. A voice that had been used all day for speaking out words. When you turned to face the voice your spine straightened itself automatically. Why was he so handsome?

He had silver hair and a crisp black suit that almost made him look like a god. Taehyung’s smile was wiped off his face at the sight of his boss and it showed in Taehyung’s posture.

”No, sir!” He spoke clearly and avoided eye contact with you now. You felt like you had to get up as well. Min Yoongi had not given you permission to sit on his stool, but you felt so numb suddenly that you feared falling if you got up now.

The smooth businessman approached the island and grabbed a clean glass from the cupboard pouring some pre-carbonated water from the fridge.

”I see Taehyung has already treated you to some water.” He spoke again taking a long sip from his drink.

”Yes. Thank you.” You blurted out from reflex. Why did you suddenly feel so dumb in his presence? You were almost the same age as him being a year older. Normally, you would tutor entire lecture halls and not feel this intimidated but when it came to him you were like a small child having a hard time searching for the proper words.

”Taehyung, grab my briefcase from the hallway and have everything ready in the office, will you?” Yoongi spoke without breaking eye contact with you and Taehyung did as he was told.

Suddenly self-conscious of your body and the space you were taking in his kitchen and under his gaze made you uncomfortable and he saw it in the way you fidgeted with your clutch and coughed softly.

”Am I making you uncomfortable?” He inquired while taking another sip of carbonated water.

”Is that a trick question?” You bravely responded with a slightly wavering voice.

”No.” He replied simply. ”Am I making you uncomfortable?” He repeated.

”As someone who really needs this,” you whispered to yourself.

”I must say you don’t make me particularly comfortable either.” You were baffled by the way you were speaking to this man. He owned so many properties you didn’t have enough fingers and toes to count them and he had powerful allies that could destroy you if you went and crossed him.

And here you were talking so bravely to him. You wanted to call Jungkook so bad to come and pick you up. Maybe if you asked where the toilets were and barricaded yourself in there could give your friend a call.

Taehyung appeared behind Yoongi and cleared his throat gently to notify his boss everything was ready for the actual last meeting of today.

You got up from the kitchen stool and to your pleasant surprise, you were able to walk and not have your legs give in. Even with heels on you were at least ten centimetres shorter than him which however didn’t surprise you. You were always the shortest of the bunch.

Yoongi walked beside you leading the way by having his palm slightly hover above the small of your back but never touching you.

The walls were adorned with beautiful paintings and breathtaking sceneries but his office was something completely different. Dark mahogany from floor to ceiling giving a very masculine feel to it. The black leather chairs and sofa by the window providing a perfect place to discuss business with the view of Seoul underneath you spreading out like a magnificent disco ball.

”Excuse the masculine setting,” Yoongi spoke out as he read your face and expressions. You turned to look at him and the moonlight shone on your silky hair in a way that almost punched the air out of the older male’s lungs. You were different than the other girls he could feel it ever since he saw you banter with Taehyung.

”This is perfect.” You almost whispered as you took in the large bookshelves behind him.

”I was closest to this place and I’ve been on my feet since four in the morning. Selfishly I wanted an easy place to meet.” He felt like a schoolboy stuttering in front of a girl although he ignored your reciprocated feelings. Never had you felt so small in the presence of another human being. The aura that was oozing from him or the authority he seemed to carry were making you succumb to him. Surrender even.

”This is perfect.” You repeated. ”I live close anyway so there’s no trouble.”

Yoongi’s eyes lit up at those words but he did everything he could to hide that. Instead, he took a step closer to the desk and grabbed the papers Taehyung had neatly arranged on the mahogany table.

”Shall we sit by the window as we get to know each other?” He suggested and held his arm straight to give you room to pass him. His eyes called for you to sit down which you did. Folding your ankles and leaning to the right you tried to appear as natural as possible while sitting on leather that was probably as expensive as your life insurance.

”Would you like to take a look at the contract first?” His eyes gazed into yours like a cat— mesmerisingly dark and glistening in the lights. You couldn’t help but gulp. ”Would you like to take a look at the contract first?”

”Yes, please.” You answer his gaze with equal power and he is taken aback by it. The boldness of your action giving him goosebumps and rendering him motionless. All the other girls had sheepishly turned their gaze in order to please him, but you met him head on and almost dared to defy his authority. Yoongi was pleased to know he had made the right choice.

Handing the contract over to you. Starting from page one you read everything with care. There were a lot of rules you would have to obey and you were fine with that. You could understand a man like him had a lot of corporate secrets and you could respect that. And then you flipped to the different requirements.

”No pubic hair?” You read out loud. Yoongi cocked an eyebrow at that.

”Is that an issue?” He voiced his concerns. ”I’m willing to make alterations to the contract.”

You looked at him with amusement in your eyes and in your voice as you spoke.

”No, no. It merely surprised me, that’s all.” His posture seemed to relax instantly as you spoke. He leaned back against the back of the chair and loosened his tie. That night you learned that a simple gesture could be so sexy and ooze so much masculinity to last a lifetime.

”Willing to participate in breathplay?” Now your inexperience was starting to take the limelight. You had no idea what half of these requirements were. Yoongi leaned closer to you and read the line again to himself.

”Breathplay.” He repeated. ”The act of choking while constraining the flow of air.” His voice lowered as he took a deep breath. It seemed as if he liked what he was smelling since he lingered on it for another breath before leaning back to his original position. Blessed Jungkook!

”I’m sorry for the stupid questions,” you hid your embarrassment by hiding your face behind the contract but Min Yoongi was onto you and stood up straight towering over you. He looked down with hooded eyes as you looked up with big eyes. You looked like the deer caught in the headlights of the white Aston Martin that one vacation in Canada when his father drove straight into the poor animal. The memory still gave Yoongi the shivers and looking at you looking so vulnerable made him feel responsible for protecting you. Whether or not you accepted the contract he was going to keep an eye on you. Yoongi made a mental note of that.

The rest of the night went by like lightning. Before you knew it was almost two in the morning as you were sat on Yoongi’s leather sofa in the living room sipping on water and talking about your childhood. Yoongi seemed genuinely interested in your ability to take care of a farm but then again he must’ve been a great pretender. You were just telling him how you used to milk cows every morning before heading to school when your phone vibrated.

”Do you mind if I look who it is?” You tried to make your voice as apologetic as possible. Yoongi nodded his head and got up to get you some more water. It was five to two and you had lectures tomorrow morning. You got up and scrambled to get your coat. But Yoongi stopped you before you could press the elevator button.

”Where are you going?” He asked taken aback by your sudden desire to leave.

”I have lectures tomorrow and— and have you seen the time?” You laughed softly like bells swinging in a slight breeze. ”Time went by so fast and I’ll be dead tomorrow during classes.” You attempted to mask the pain with more soft chuckles.

”Sleep here,” Yoongi spoke out. Anything to have you stay. He was going to say everything and anything just so you wouldn’t walk out that door.

”Yoongi,” you spoke softly as you walked closer to him the coat still folded across your arms. ”I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

”What do you mean?” Yoongi whispered as you stopped at an arm's length. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. You weren’t supposed to affect him so deeply. Yoongi didn’t want you to affect him so profoundly. It made him weak and susceptible to heartbreak. You were like a drug. A powerful drug.

”This was our first meeting. We shouldn’t” a deep sigh. ”— on the first day.” You smiled with hooded lids. You were half-asleep!

Yoongi wanted so bad as to wrap his arms around your body and rock you to sleep, but you were right about the first day. This was the first time he wanted someone to stay over for the night. The feeling was stronger than what he had ever felt with anyone. The few girls he had taken to a penthouse weren’t like you and he would always let them go before midnight but you were still here half asleep in your little black dress and black ankle boots. How could someone be so many different things at the same time? You were so many different things at the same time.

Yoongi fought the urge of wrapping your warm body into an embrace and instead took out his phone and dialled Hoseok’s number.

”Hoseok.” He spoke while staring at you. ”Yes, Y/N is still with me. Take her home, will you?” Yoongi sounded stern. He wanted to tell his bodyguard and friend to take this temptress away from him before he would be completely under your spell. Not that he would particularly mind it.

”And drive safely!” He ended the call and slipped the LG back into his pocket before grabbing your shoulder and leading you to the elevator.

In the meantime, Hoseok had started the engine and was waiting for you. Yoongi walked you to the elevator and pressed a button. The door closed on the penthouse and you were back in the generic elevator music. Apparently, sleepy you thought this was the perfect moment to bash his elevator music to which Yoongi couldn’t help but laugh. You were bold, sexy and adorable? How could he ever resist you? This was unfair on so many levels!

Watching Hoseok reverse from the garage and take you away was hard on Yoongi which made him angry. Why were you affecting him like this? Puzzled and angry he dialled Namjoon’s number.

”Namjoon.”

The image of you standing so close to him tired and eyes hooded was driving Yoongi crazy. The thought of almost having you under the same roof as him sleeping comforting yet dangerous at the same time. You were right about taking things slowly but had you realised your effect on him? Min Yoongi, confident and capable was suddenly squirming and panting in your presence. He felt like a poor dog wanting to please his mistress. And you just sat on the couch or the leather chair in his office unaware of the growing want in his pants.

Yoongi turned around in bed for the five-hundredth time but his attempts to fall asleep were futile. The thoughts in his head, the buzzing feeling in his body disrupted his slumber and pumped blood into his already hard member. Yoongi lifted the covers to inspect the situation and then groaned in exasperation. For a second the urge to palm himself over his boxers grew excruciatingly strong. Yoongi slammed his hands down beside his body to stop his wandering hands but soon he caved in and stood up straight. Balancing his body with his left hand Yoongi caressed his toned stomach which was already tensing up. Slowly ever so slowly his hand connected with the base of member and Yoongi shuttered quietly. Whether it was the cold air in the room or the image of you that was being painted in his head he didn’t know. All he knew was it felt good after such a long time.

Yoongi pictured the curve of your lips as you spoke. The small o-shape they would make as you pronounced certain words or the way they would curve up as you laughed. Yoongi’s hand felt warm against the delicate skin and he let a long thick moan escape his lips. His hand moved faster now and the soft sounds coming from the friction between his thighs was all you could hear in the room. That and his soft whimpers. Yoongi’s eyes were closed shut and a small adorned his forehead as he tried to distinguish between pain and pleasure. Yoongi pictured your body as you walked. The dress you had worn didn’t exactly give anything away which excited him even more. His hand quickened its pace further as the already red tip was spewing white thick pre-cum. The hot liquid trickled down his length and pooled at his bellybutton making a mess of the bedsheets.

Yoongi’s frown deepened as he pictured you standing in front of him. He was certain you had wanted to press yourself against him but stopped yourself just in time to maintain a distance between your possible future boss. Despite the weariness, you maintained a professional image which aggravated Yoongi even more as it would have given him an excuse to wrap his body around you and breathe in your scent. The image of you delicately placing yourself on his living room sofa imprinted in his brain. You arranged your dress to cover yourself more yet the movement of your hands momentarily revealed your thighs a little more and Yoongi swore he nearly nutted himself. Your gaze was down and your hair framed your face very flatteringly. The faint blush on your cheeks glowed in the moonlight and as you spoke you would dampen your lips with the slightest amount of saliva and almost threw Yoongi off the edge again.

Yoongi’s pace quickened and quickened as the pictures of you circulated in his brain. He panted and moaned and whined out his frustration and pain until he finally collapsed on his back and let thick white cum make a mess of him and his sheets. Sweat trickled down his forehead and as Yoongi closed his eyes he felt sleep take over.

”What about the mess?” He sighed but utterly defeated he let his body fall asleep.

You opened one eye because the alarm on your phone was being annoying. Checking the time you shot up in bed.

”Fuck!” Cursing you threw the covers off and scrambled to your closet for some clean clothes. Stumbling and almost falling you checked your feet. The dress you had worn yesterday had carelessly been thrown on the floor for you to stumble on now. Standing still you felt the material between your fingers. Images of Yoongi flooded your mind and a small stupid smile spread across your face as you thought about that man. His silver hair in the moonlight and his long fingers offering you a glass of water.

With a shake of your head and a big smile, you scrambled into your closet to grab some clean underwear and clothes for the day.

The kitchen wasn’t too messy so you found everything fairly easily but as you went to grab a mug from the cupboard you noticed a black car from the window. It was identical to the one that had picked you up yesterday. You were standing there with eyes wide from shock. Opening the window you peered out to make out the license plate but it wasn’t the same car as yesterday.

The driver must have seen you looking from the window because he rolled down the window and waved his hand at you. Slightly confused you still waved back at the man. He wasn’t the dimpled driver either by the way. This one had darker brown hair and he was shorter. Grabbing your school bag and coat you left without having breakfast.

You ran down the stairs and almost hit your nose against the door as you scrambled to get out of the building. The shorter driver had driven closer to you as you got out. You couldn’t help but stand in the doorway confusion written all over your face.

”Hello, I’m Hoseok. The one that drove you home last night— erhm this early morning.”

”Hey, uhm… what is going on?” You voiced your confusion out loud to which Hoseok just whipped his phone out.

”I got this text from Mister Min at five in the morning.”

Hoseok flipped the phone for you to see the conversation between boss and employee.

”He ordered to drive me to uni?” You repeated. ”Why?” And then it hit you.

”Your— you are Hoseok, right?” Now it was his turn to be confused. He simply nodded puzzled as to where you were going with this conversation.

”Do you by any chance have a brother called Jungkook?” You settled your voice and managed to sound stern.

”I do. He’s about your age.”

”I know him.” You exclaimed. ”We’re in the same year. He— he told me to do this!” You sounded more and more struck by the realization. You knew Jungkook’s brother worked for a rich dude but that that rich dude would end up being Yoongi came as a complete surprise to you.

Hoseok smiled with his entire set of teeth.

”We’re really close and we talk quite a bit, but don’t tell Mister Min.” He suddenly turned grey.

Checking the clock you were hurried in the car which shortly took off for the campus. During the ride, you bonded over similar personalities as well as Jungkook. Hoseok was so much more relaxed than Namjoon— you now learned his name.

Hoseok dropped you off and waved at you before he went to reverse from the parking lot as Jungkook poked your side.

”Why is my brother dropping you off on a Thursday morning?” He had a steaming takeout box in hand and his backpack loosely hanging from one of his broad shoulders. You just waved him off and headed inside. You were already late so you might as well head to the library to catch up on grammar.

”I was being serious, Y/N!” Jungkook called out after you.

”Yoongi told him to pick me up and drive me to school.” You grunted grumpily from your lack of sleep.

”What? Oh right.” Jungkook’s ability to stuff his face be it morning, noon or night was impressive. But you had to admit the smell of steaming hot fire noodles was making your mouth salivate.

”How did it go?” He tried to speak with a mouth full of food. ”Your interview?”

You shook your shoulders before they slumped down to the ground.

”I guess it went well.” You managed to mutter out.

”Well?” Jungkook exclaimed. ”He has his house bodyguard take you to uni— which Hoseok never gets to do. Leave the house that is. I guess that by the looks of it it went really well.” Jungkook kept stuffing his face so you had to bark at him.

”Give me a bite, please!” You stopped abruptly and grabbed the box from him.

”What happened exactly?” Jungkook inquired hands on his hips.

”I met his assistant Kim Taehyung first because —  uhm because Yoongi was running late. We hit it off. Taehyung was so nice.” You closed your eyes at the sensation of steaming noodles warming your stomach.

”And then he came into the penthouse.” You remembered. ”I made a complete idiot out of myself. I almost talked like a close friend when I should’ve said something more professional.” Crouching down you wanted to be swallowed by the ground along with the noodles.

”I don’t think he was that impressed if I’m being honest.” You had blown off that one chance to get some help and now you were gonna have to go back to that shitty restaurant with its shitty clientele.

”He asked if he made me uncomfortable and I was sassy with him, Jungkook. Sassy!” You cried out to the sky for it to send a lightning to burn you in place.

”That’s not what Hoseok told me when he took you home at two in the morning,” Jungkook stated matter-of-factly and snatched his noodles back from your iron grasp.

”What do you mean?” You stood up and looked at your friend in the eyes. ”Don’t lie to me, Jungkook.”

”Hoseok told me Yoongi really liked you. Yoongi was reported to have said you were different than the others and that he liked that about you.” Jungkook’s attempts to reassure you were slowly working, but you still weren’t quite convinced it went well.

”He asked me about my childhood. What was I gonna do? Lie to him?” Were you being a little too dramatic?

”My childhood is not interesting but he kept on asking me about the farm and the animals.” You kept on speaking through Jungkook’s slurps.

”And when I tried to ask him about his life he stopped me and said he wanted to know about me more.” You acted confused by tilting your head and crunching your nose.

”What’s that supposed to mean?”

”It means he wants to know about you. He wants to hear you talk.” Jungkook assured you.

”But—” you began but Jungkook cut you off.

”No butts Y/N.” He snickered at his pun and you couldn’t help but punch him in the arm for his idiocy.

You tried to lift your spirits during the last lecture because you know you were going to need all the patience in the universe to go through another day at work. The lecture wasn’t very interesting and Jungkook had fallen asleep on his arm after a half hour of the professor talking. You looked at him as he slept and he did look a lot like his older brother but with black hair. Turning your attention back to the lecturer in the front your phone lit up at a text message. It was Yoongi.

”Jungkook!” You whisper-shouted which made Jungkook jump up in fear the cute lecturer had caught him sleeping again.

”What?” He whisper-shouted back annoyed that you interrupted his nap. You showed him your phone and the text Yoongi had sent you.

”He wants to meet again?” You asked Jungkook who was rubbing his eyes to remove the weariness.

”Maybe to talk about the contract again.” Jungkook yawned while facing you.

”Oh...” you entertained the thought for a second. ”Right, I didn’t sign anything and we pretty much just talked about my childhood.”

Another text came in as Jungkook placed his head back on the table.

This time Hoseok was driving farther away from the city. You noticed this when the scenery started to change and Hoseok owned up to having received orders to drive you to a more calm place.

”Yoongi doesn’t really like the city. He prefers the countryside because that’s where his grandparents are from.” Hoseok stated as he took a sharp turn left.

”So where are we going exactly?” You inquired from the backseat.

”This is Yoongi’s country home in Korea.”

”It feels like home.” You confessed closing the door thanking god you had the right shoes for walking on gravel and grass.

”Yoongi should be here any minute now. He’s a busy man.” Hoseok headed towards the house with a bunch of keys and his phone in hand.

”I figured.” You whispered mainly to yourself as you admired the scenery. This was close to what you had seen every day for almost sixteen years. The garden and the house were different but the feeling was the same.

The interior here was just as clean and calculated as the penthouse’s and very likely just as expensive. Wood was everywhere from the tables to the floor and ceiling.

From outside you could hear a car pull up. It was a monster-sized black Jeep. Hoseok went outside to greet Yoongi but you thought it was best to wait in the dining room which was just next to the main entrance.

It didn’t take long for the silver-haired to come inside. Yoongi took off his shoes and stepped in his demeanour already much more relaxed and refreshed.

”Y/N,” he greeted placing a brown envelope on the table. In the meantime, Hoseok had taken the company car and reversed from the estate.

”Hello,” you greeted back awkwardly not knowing how exactly to address him.

”I’m sorry for last night,” he cleared his throat. ”I kept you up late and you must be tired.” Yoongi’s voice wasn’t as deep during the day but you still enjoyed hearing him talk. He motioned for you to sit down.

”Last night we didn’t get the chance to talk about the entire contract.” Yoongi placed his hand on the contract and pushed it closer to you.

”Would you like to read it again and make alterations if needed?” He looked at you in the eyes which made you blush violently. How did one man have such an effect on you? Yoongi licked his lips in response.

How were you so stunning even dressed down? Yoongi bet you were just as beautiful with or without clothes.

You took the envelope and opened it slowly taking the important papers out.

”I’m going to miss work today.” You remembered but felt no anxiety over it.

”How much do you earn an hour?” Yoongi asked in return.

”Not much. 7530 won an hour.” Yoongi closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them he nodded.

”Let me pay you the money for a ten-hour shift.” His voice was stable as he kept on looking at you. Biting your lips you frowned.

”Is this it? The beginning.” You attempted to joke to lighten the mood which Yoongi caught and smiled in return.

”Not exactly.” He voiced. ”You haven’t signed the contract.”

You flipped through the pages again as Yoongi looked at you. There was nothing alarming that you wished to address. It all seemed quite vanilla and things you could get used to with practice and repetition.

”Could you add one thing?” You requested. Yoongi got up and leaned over your shoulder to look at the contract. His front was stopped by the back of the chair but it didn’t stop his fragrance to seep through his clothes and into your nose. He smelled good and you couldn’t help but close your eyes.

”What would you like me to add?” He spoke softly since he was close.

”There are some things I’m glad to try and fulfil for you,” you stopped red spreading across your cheeks. ”I wish you would give me time to adjust to all of these… positions.” You whispered eyes closing.

”Naturally,” Yoongi spoke placing a hand on the table next to you. Taking the pen from you he scribbled in good handwriting the line you wanted to be added. ”I don’t want to ask you to do anything you aren’t uncomfortable doing.” He spoke again all the while looking at your flushed face.

”Thank you.” You whispered unable to say anything else.

”I’ll have the contract rewritten in its entirety and then we’ll sign.” He proposed eyes sternly on your face. ”Do you understand?”

You nodded intimidated by the sudden character change. He wasn’t this stern yesterday.

”It is important you know what you’re signing to do.” He held a pause. ”I’m a busy man with a lot of responsibilities. When I’m with you I don’t want to talk about work. Do you understand?”

Once again you nodded but lifted your face to look at Yoongi’s face.

”I understand, sir.”

Soft lips pressed against yours tentatively at first and then with a little bit more pressure. Yoongi had you pushed against the wooden table as he guided your hands over your head. In the moment of pure lust, you grabbed his blazer and pushed it off his shoulders. Your back arched involuntarily at the feeling of his hardened member poking at your inner thigh. As he kept on pressing wet kisses along your jaw you wondered how he had so much self-control. You were panting and grabbing onto his dress shirt and pulling him closer when he hadn’t even broken a sweat yet.

Suddenly he stopped and looked down at your flushed face and bruised neck.

”You look beautiful like this.” He whispered leaning down again to nibble at your ear. You kept silent as you feared no word would come out even if you tried. He put some of his weight onto you as he kept on whispering.

”I can see you’re affected by what I’m doing right now.” You stared into his eyes as blush crept up your cheeks.

”Imagine how I’m going to make you feel if you sign those documents.” Yoongi gave you a smirk as he stood up straightening his tie and grabbing his jacket off the floor.

”Would you like to see the rest of the house?”

[babytastemakerdaze]

How Did Horses Get On I-280? Metal Horse Statues For Sale

Fairly amazing that a automotive flipped at highway speeds and nobody was seriously damage. Are any charges pending towards the horse owner? I do not need to forged aspersions without evidence, so I will not identify the business, nevertheless it seems pretty apparent a guess that the horses have been at a certain ranch and escaped. In that case, the owners likely board them there and the duty belongs with the ranch. Will not be the owner's/owners' fault. Sure, nearly all of horses in the world are boarded, not stabled on horse owner property. Pretty terrible time for these drivers, though. That is terrible, & it might've been even worse. The property on both sides belongs to Stanford U. PVEC is a bunch of sub-barns and there's no less than one if not more additional operations farther up Ansel Lane. 280 the horses would have come from. Could you think about that someone intended their horses to be killed on the freeway? Too bad it took the CHP an hour to solid the SIG alert - it appears they did not react in time to stop continuing tragedy? Only for the document they didn't come from PVTC! So cast all of the aspersions you like! I did not "blame" anyone, nor did I "think about" somebody wished hurt, be aware my use of the phrase "escape". I still doubt that would be the case. I used to be referring to @amazing that thought the homeowners can be liable. As for my guess, after trying on the map, I'm glad I didn't say the title, the one I used to be guessing is on the south side of 280, with the long lease. You'd want more than a handful of fingers to rely. My error stems from being a north peninsula gal, I nonetheless consider 280 as north/south! The news reported this morning that they got unfastened from Webb Ranch. I'm extra acquainted with the south facet stables; I don't know which is the obvious (ie.. Somebody thought they'd latched a gate, however hadn't. The SJ Mercury News studies that they wandered a mile from the corral where a gate was left free. Mea culpa -- I was reacting defensively in protection of the ranch I rode at as a child (WR) which is on the "south" aspect of 280. From what I know, all their horses are also on the opposite side of the creek from the 280 north on- ramp. There are going to be a number of unhappy kids in addition to us grownup horse lovers. I'm feeling very unhealthy for the ranch and all the kids who rode these horses in classes. I'm not feeling as dangerous for the ranch owners & kids who rode the horses as I am feeling for the horses themselves & the poor individuals who hit them. Glad no human lives had been misplaced and very sad for the lack of the horses. Sorry for my reactivity in earlier publish. Stunned anyone would blame the horse house owners. Hazards like deer (and, in the past, horses and cattle and even pedestrians and stalled cars) seem on 280. I try to not drive within the shoulder lane, particularly at night time, to present myself more room to maneuver should a deer certain into the roadway. Many folks use 280 as a speedway! What are they going to do in the event that they hit a deer - sue the deer? https://just6f.com/horse-statues/ I am a very long time Woodside and Portola Valley Resident. For the previous 15 years I've had reason to be on the 280 between the hours of 4:30-6:30am and that i can let you know not many maintain the speed limit. Pace and over driving the attain of headlights are seemingly culprits, so please don't blame the poor horses and their owners. It is as if drivers suppose that few drivers on the freeway make it the Autobahn! They should deal with it as if they're driving in icy conditions - Decelerate. The speed limit is set because the protected speed underneath perfect conditions, which includes daylight, something less than supreme calls for slower speeds. Maybe if the CHP would spend more time in the early hours monitoring traffic we would have less gridlock that begins with wildlife (or relatively lately domesticated animals) being hit and killed.

[tigerlover16-uk]

Mind clarifying that last post?

(This is in regards to a short post I did earlier saying how Future Mai in DBS was treated with a lot more respect and was less objectified than Pan was in Dragon Ball GT, in case anyone’s wondering. I wasn’t able to write this response straight away).

Pan is technically the secondary protagonist of GT, considering she’s the one that gets the most screentime after Goku, continuing to have a seemingly prominent role even after Trunks had been demoted to extra. But she never actually does anything to justify it.

In an interview that was recently translated, which I’ll link below, the writers of the show admitted that the role they planned out for Pan was to be beaten up by the villains so Goku would look stronger by comparison. It shows.

In episode 5, the climax to a mini-arc starting off the first saga, Pan attempts to attack the villain of the episode… but then immediately gets trapped in some kind of forcefield or something. Admittedly Trunks also gets one-shot by the guys bodyguard before Goku fights him, but the trend continues for Pan’s future appearances. During the Machine Mutants arc it looks at one point after grieving over Giru’s apparent betrayal that Pan was going to do something to fight the villains herself… only to soon after get captured anyway, and it’s Trunks and Giru who end up saving the day.

During the Baby saga she gets beat up pretty much every time she gets into an action scene, usually by her own possessed father, and her own plans to try and save the day end up failing pitifully and she needs to be rescued by Uub or Goku at various points.

While she got to blow up a few people from the Red Ribbon Army in the Super 17 saga (Hardly an impressive feat though, considering how weak they are at this point), her only active attempt to save the day where she took Dr Gero hostage ended up being for nothing as Dr Myuu was a backstabbing coward, and then Pan was helpless against Super 17 of course.

In the Shadow Dragons saga she does beat up on Haze Shenron at first, but then gets subjected to Haze Shenron’s toxic mist that strips her and Goku of their power, making it look like she almost screwed them both over by not just finishing the otherwise joke villain off right away instead of just throwing a fit and wailing on him for the sake of it because he insulted her.

Then later in the saga she gets taken as a hostage by both Naturon and Eis Shenrons, and does pretty much nothing of value in the final battle against Omega Shenron, with it being Vegeta, who’s only actual role in GT up to this point was to get body-jacked by Baby, gets to go super Saiyan 4 to try and help out.

The only times Pan gets to be all that helpful in battle are against Lord Luud and Oceanus Shenron, and in both instances it’s alongside Goku, so she never gets a serious fight that she wins by herself (And honestly, Goku never even powers up that far against Oceanus Shenron, and both characters are borderline filler villains anyway), and they’re both followed up by really bad worfing in the episodes after, so any attempt to make Pan seem relevant or dependable rings hollow.

The only truly significant contributions Pan makes is in helping Golden Great Ape Goku get a grip on himself and thus becoming super Saiyan 4, and then helping power a weakened Goku up again with the other part-Saiyan characters while Majuub stalls Baby. That’s Pan’s moment of glory as the secondary protagonist, helping a male character gain a transformation. And don’t get me wrong I loved that scene, it’s one of the best in GT and very touching, but it’s systematic of how Pan is treated throughout the series.

Because aside from that, she isn’t treated with a ton of respect. She’s portrayed as a whiny brat who keeps trying to prove herself when people tell her to stay out of things, but she ends up often causing more trouble as a result of that and things only working out for the best purely by coincidence, like her causing the spaceship to crash land on the planet Giru was on. She frequently has to be rescued despite being overconfident in her own abilities.

Episode 15 has her run away from the group into a scorching desert planet when she finds out that Trunks and Goku are quite understandably planning to drop her off at earth and switch her out with Goten now that they know there are villains after the Dragon Balls, which nearly gets Pan killed via heat exhaustion and giant man-eating insects that Giru has to rescue her from. 

And then at the end of the episode, Trunks says he was wrong for thinking of sending her back to earth and allows her to stick around on the basis of “Hey, you found us the dragon ball and an oasis”, which Pan explicitly points out that GIRU found, she wasn’t even looking!

The episode tries to end on a note of Pan proving herself somehow and that she is dependable, when the actual content had her proving without a doubt that NO, she is NOT responsible, NOT capable of looking after herself and that Trunks was RIGHT to want to send her back to earth. It completely undermines her character arc beyond redemption, and makes Trunks and Goku look like irresponsible IDIOTS who think it’s okay to drag incompetent CHILDREN into battle, which is just full of so many unfortunate implications.

The most actual development she gets throughout the series is that she gradually becomes less bratty as time goes on, but even then none of the other problems are addressed.

In fairness, every other character in the show that isn’t Goku suffers a similar problem of not accomplishing much and getting easily beat up so Goku can do most of the fighting that matters, but it’s really noticeable with Pan in that she’s apparently meant to be of similar prominence in the cast to Gohan in Z.

Think of it, Gohan’s moment of glory in DBZ was going super Saiyan 2 and defeating Cell, and despite not being able to beat Super Buu he still gets some decent fights and good character growth in the Buu saga. And plenty of decent development throughout the show as a whole.

Or even take Vegeta in Super, where he’s the secondary protagonist of that show. Vegeta in Super got to go super Saiyan blue purely through training really hard, thus one-upping Goku who initially reached the power of the gods through a ritual. He defeated 3 people from the universe 6 team in the Champa saga and gained Hit’s respect for lasting longer against him than any other opponent he’d fought, got some decent moments towards the end of the Future Trunks saga where he briefly overpowered Goku Black, and then in the universe survival saga he got to take out half of universe 9 alongside Goku, eliminate a number of other minor opponents, before ultimately defeating Toppo, a newly-ascended GOD OF DESTRUCTION. I have my issues with how the last one was carried out, but you can’t say his contributions were minor or not impressive.

Pan doesn’t get nearly as good character development as either Gohan or Vegeta, certainly not as good as Goku, she never even goes super Saiyan, and she’s pretty much shown to be a burden outside of a few cases despite the show trying to go “Well, actually”, and her ultimate role in the grand scheme of things amounts to emotional support (Gee, a female lead who’s main role is to prop up a man. Nothing iffy about this, huh fellas?). And meanwhile, other characters like Uub and Vegeta are the ones who get to have transformations and significant fights with main villains, even if they do amount to pretty much nothing in both cases.

And beyond that, she’s weirdly sexualized at various points. Re-watching the subs for the Black Star saga, I’ve noticed an odd number of shots where the camera seems to linger on her butt momentarily, with her pants being oddly form fitting. There’s that disturbing scene later on in the saga where Pan gets outright turned into a doll, and Dolltaki starts playing with her and even tries to undress her, with Pan freaking out because he’ll “Ruin her as a wife”, and the creep even tries to kiss her when they’re trapped inside Luud. And then there’s that weird scene in the baby saga where a deer starts trying to nurse from her. And she’s NINE in this series.

Considering there was also a scene where two adult men were hitting on Bulla, I get the impression that someone on the writing staff might have been on the creepy side.

Honestly altogether, Pan’s portrayal is pretty horrible and disrespectful for a character who really deserved a lot better than what she got.

Contrast that with Future Mai, who despite being a non-powered human is surprisingly more competent and useful for how she’s written in the Future Trunks Saga of Super. While she needs saving on occasion, she pulls Trunks as well as Goku and Vegeta’s butts out of the line of fire just as often as Trunks saves her, and is proactive in trying to help take down Goku Black. 

When her attempt to snipe Black with a high-powered energy blast fails for example and Trunks shows up to fight him, she takes another shot at Black that creates an opening for Trunks to start beating up on him. She gets multiple moments where she gets to help out, and she’s also responsible for looking out for the remaining civilians of the Future timeline when Trunks isn’t around or incapacitated.

Despite being a love interest for Future Trunks, Mai is still competent and her main priorities aren’t on Trunks, their romantic chemistry is downplayed since she’s dedicated to protecting the future earth and it’s people, and she’s written as competent, brave, selfless and is treated by respect by the resistance soldiers who all seem to take orders from her.

For her role in the story, the show treats her with a good deal of dignity and she’s allowed to be proactive. She’s probably a good go-to example of how you can have a non-super powered supporting character in Dragon Ball still be useful to both the action and the overall narrative of a story. Oh, and also, she doesn’t suffer from any creepy sexualisation like Pan does!

I’m not saying the writing for Future Mai was perfect or anything, for one thing she feels more like an original character a lot of the time since they don’t really bring up her past or connection with the Pilaf Gang outside of one joke, and the romance with her and Future Trunks could have been built up a little more (Though it’s still at least a lot less squicky than the thing with present Trunks and “Kid” Mai. Ick), but she was at least treated with dignity. 

The only reason I wrote that snarky post comparing the two is because Mai shows how pathetically easy it is to write a female character respectfully, while GT Pan is like the ultimate example of how to screw things up with a female protagonist. It’s honestly some of the worst character writing I’ve seen in this franchise, I’d say she was the worst example period but that’s debatable considering how badly Uub was also mishandled in that show.

http://www.kanzenshuu.com/translations/dragon-ball-gt-dragon-book-gt-back-then-kozo-morishita-interview/

[fearofaherobrine]

Roleplay Server log #179

“Master Herobrine, the Infinite Spongecake”

[Notch] Is falling into a fitful sleep again, he's obviously feverish and his face is a bit red.

[Lie] Spawns one of her cold flowers- Rest well Notch

[NOTCHAI] Via the command block left- Doctor?  We have a problem...

[Doc] Is gently playing with Yaunfen while Deerheart watches them - Hmmm? - types- What's is it?

[NOTCHAI] - We have a problem with that cake you left us...

[Doc] Cake? Oh the stuff from the modded seed? Did it go bad or something?

[NOTCHAI] - It might be best if you come and see for yourself...

[Doc] Okay.... Hey Deerheart? Wanna come with me to check on the NOTCH's?

[Deer] - Sure, why not.  Should we leave Yaunfen with Endrea?

[Doc] Nah, they're safe enough with both of us.

[Deer] - Alright

[Yaunfen] Squeaks and toddles over to Doc-

[Doc] I guess I should be smaller for this anyway. I don't want to frighten them. - Xe changes back to human and scoops the bitty dragon into hir arms.

[Deer] Follows Doc's lead and shifts back to being human-

[Doc] Heads across Lie's yard and down into the cage. Xe pauses in the entrance to give the offensive plant near the ceiling a chance to recognize them before opening a portal into the sub seed.

[Deer] Steps through after Doc and closes the opening behind them-  I wonder what exactly is wrong...

[Doc] -I hope they're not allergic to mods or something- Looks around for the big dragons. There's evidence of some of the smaller normal ones having played in the vicinity recently.

[Thunder] Is flying high overhead-

[NOTCHAI] Comes into sight- Doctor!

[Doc] Hey, we just got here, what seems to be the problem?

[NOTCHAI] - The sponge cake?  I think that's what you called it...  Well, it's caused a bit of a problem...

[Doc] THE SPONGE CAKE... Shit...

[NOTCHAI] - Do you have any means for controlling it?

[Doc] Points to Yaunfen- Actually I didn't know that it would multiply when I gave it away. It needs to be eaten.

[Yaunfen] Squeaks-

[NOTCHAI] - Another dragon?

[Doc] The cake came from the same seed where we found Yaunfen's egg. Apparently it's this type of dragon's primary food source. Without the dragon to eat it, it just slowly expands in the limitless black of the End.

[NOTCHAI] - It's somewhat taken over one of our rooms

[Doc] All you had to do was eat what I gave you intially. It's perfectly safe.  Did you forget about it?

[NOTCHAI] - We stored it away and became distracted with healing the others

[Doc] Ah, well I can clean it up or you can distribute the pieces , or both, what would you prefer?

[NOTCHAI] - I think a few should be saved, but it's really getting out of hand.  There's no way we can eat all f it fast enough

[Doc] Okay, show me please. Oh and by the by, this is my mate Deerheart. Love this is the leader of the NOTCHAI's.

[Deer] - It's a pleasure to meet you

[NOTCHAI] - And the same to you, please, follow me- He leads them back to the initial place Doc built for them.  There are a few small houses built outside and around the farms as well

[Doc] It looks like you've made some nice progress. Other then the glut of cake, how is everyone?

[NOTCHAI] - Slowly getting better...  Some faster than others...

[Doc] Is there anyone you'd like me to tend too?

[NOTCHAI] - If you can convince any of them to, be my guest

[Doc] I'm not sure I understand. Would they refuse me for being a brine? Or did they just flee your group into the wilderness?

[NOTCHAI] - Many are still skittish about the mere mention of Brines...

[Doc] Should I visit more often? Just to desensitive them a bit?

[NOTCHAI] - It might not hurt...- He leads them inside the main cavern and there's cake spilling out of a side room.  Many of the NOTCH's give them a wide berth

[Doc] Oh dear. I'm sorry, I know it's annoying. But you have to admit it is a bit funny. Cake is a relatively mild thing to have to much of.

[Yaunfen] Struggles in Doc's arms, trying to reach the cake-

[Doc] I think our baby wants first crack at it too... - Xe sets the little dragon on the floor near the pile and crouches down to watch them.

[Yaunfen] Runs right into the cake and starts chewing-

[Deer] - Awww....

[Doc] Now that is an effective clean up! - Xe sits on the floor- Who's a good baby?

[Yaunfen] Buries deep into the cake-

[Doc] So give me an idea of what your status is. How many are still in need of physical care? Irregardless of whether they'd fight me or not.

[NOTCHAI] - Most physical ailments are relatively well off after you fixed the glitches.  It's more mental health.  Although being here has seemed to have a good effect

[Doc] I see. You just need to keep them engaged, fresh air, sunshine, a sense of purpose. It wouldn't hurt to set up some meetings on a regular basis for a bit of group counseling. I think the ones with more mental damage would benefit from being allowed to talk about it.

[NOTCHAI] - We encourage them to talk as much as we can, but some just wont open up yet

[Doc] It takes time. And it's okay to sit and listen until you feel ready. And I think you're doing a good job of leading them, from what I've heard and seen.

[Deer] - Duck!- A small grouping of cake burst and Yaunfen is sitting in the center as chunks fly as it's grown a little

[Doc] Gets hit with a bit of spongecake and looks wildly for their baby. - You grew! awwww!

[Yaunfen] Squeaks and eats a bit more before flopping, having eaten it's fill-

[Doc] Goes to check on them- Issum full? Daww. Well I'll clean up the rest then, unless you want to help, Deerheart?

[Deer] - Sure- She begins swatting blocks out of existance

[Doc] Perfect- Xe does a little gathering, just a dozen blocks, and helps hir lover knock the rest away.

[Deer] - This room is bigger than I thought...

[Doc] Yep, that's a lot of cake. But I did leave it quite some time ago. - Turns to the NOTCHAI- so how is your group getting on with the local dragons?

[NOTCHAI] - Occasionally the babies will tear up our gardens, but the two adults keep them mostly under control

[Doc] Ah, sorry. It's always tough with little ones. They just want to play.

[Yaunfen] Long squeak-

[Doc] I think most of them will be intelligent enough to have full conversations with once they're older. That should make things easier.

[NOTCH] - I hope so

[Doc] Just to keep you updated... Markus is, well he's kind of ill. If any of you want to send him anything or visit him, I'd help you do so.

[NOTCHAI] - The Supreme Notch is ill?  What happened?

[Doc] It's his time. He's been inside the game long enough for his physical body to dissolve. He's becoming digital. I gave him a complete transfusion of blood from several donors including a few brines to speed the process, but he's still bed-ridden and in a lot of pain.

[NOTCHAI] - I don't think we currently have anything to spare other than our best wishes, plus most here would be too terrified to follow you to where there are more brines...

[Doc] Flowers are always good for well-wishing. And they're free for the gathering. And if you want to write him a nice note I'll deliver it gladly. And It wouldn't hurt to take a few NOTCH's over there to see him, just to show them it's safe.

[NOTCHAI] - I'm sure a note could be arranged.  But all flowers have been gathered by one of my brethren who won't give them up

[Doc] I'll give you some from the creative if you want to attach some "To" And "from" tags

[NOTCHAI] - Thank you

[Doc] You gather up anyone who wants to send a note or wants to go, and me and Deerheart will take care of the flowers. Okay?

[NOTCHAI] - Alright, I'll be right back

[Doc] Ready to spread some good cheer my love? - Xe sets down a trunk and opens it to fill it with flowers and pots.

[Deer] Smiles and starts making small arrangments-

[Doc] Keeps glancing at Yaunfen, and hir mate. - I think I might need help with this smile...

[Deer] - Smile?

[Doc] Pretends to panic- I can't get it off my face!

[Deer] Groans and face palms-

[Doc] Is just grinning with an armful of flowers.

[Deer] Shakes her head before giving Doc a quick kiss on the cheek-

[Yaunfen] Rolls around-

[Doc] Finishes up and twiddles an orchid over Yaunfen to see if they'll play with hir.

[Yanfen] Bats at the flower happily-

[NOTCHAI] Returns with a few notes scribbled on papers- Some wish to go, but they are still too scared for now

[Doc] Can I talk to them?

[NOTCHAI] - You can try

[Doc] Well I'm not going to pounce on them and force them to go, but I will answer any questions and reassure them if nessesary. Also, just so you know; Markus is staying with Lie and Cp and their house is only a few minutes walk from the portal.

[NOTCHAI] - The others are mostly gathered in the main cavern right now

[Doc] Okay, - xe gathers up Yaunfen and carries them like a small child - ready when you are.

[Yaunfen] Tries gumming Doc's hair-

[Doc] Hey now. You should be good. I don't want to give you more snacks after that big meal.

[NOTCHAI] Leads them into the cavern-

-A good amount of the other AI's are milling about, some talking with the others, others still being reclusive and shying away from the others-

[Doc] Isn't sure what to say, but figures they'll be noticed in short order with their arms full of flowers and baby dragon.

-A few start to notice them and shift nervously which draws the attention of the others-

[Doc] Hello- Xe puts Yaunfen down and sets out the full trunk as well. - I understand, your leader told you about Markus. If anyone wants to visit him I'm willing to escort them and gaurantee their saftey.

-There's a scared murmur which passes through the crowd.  They don't like the idea of leaving safety-

[Doc] If any of you have concerns or questions, I'm happy to answer them. I know you're all nervous, but I mean you no harm.

[NOTCHAI] Steps fprwards- I know all of you consider this a safe haven, especially since we haven't been attacked since coming here, but this is also the Supreme Notch we are speaking of

[Doc] He's not in danger of despawning. He's just ill and it would be nice. But it's not a requirement. I brought a lot of flowers if you want to make some bouquets and put notes on them. I'll take them to him as soon as they're done.

-There's more whispers but the seem hesitant to approach with Doc so near-

[Doc] Here, be my guest. - Xe takes a few steps back and scoots Yaunfen back too. The trunk is full of flowers and there are some loose ones on the top as well.

[Yaunfen] Squeaks, wanting to play with the chest-

[Doc] pulls another orchid from the creative and swishes it around playfuly.

-A few nervously approach and work quickly before backing off in a hurry-

{Yaunfen] Playfully attacks the flower-

[Doc] at Deerheart - Poor things, I feel bad they're still so terrified.

[Deer] - It will take time...  And perhaps more visits

[Doc] Of course. I want to give them space, but I intend to watch over them as TLOT does his Testificates.

[Deer] Takes Doc's hand and squeazes it a little-

[Doc] You know I take my responsibilities very seriously. - At the lead NOTCHAI - I've been thinking also, you are individuals despite your skins. How do you distinguish one another? Do you have nicknames?

[NOTCHAI] - Part of our programming allows us to distinguish one from another...  Each of us has a different feel than the others which we can recognize.  When we are in such a large group, we usually at least briefly make physical contact with the one we are speaking to so they know we are speaking to them

[Doc] Oh, that's subtle. I knew that the AI's all have some kind of identifiers but I never thought to look for them manually like that. Herobrines can be really similar too, but the ones I know well have all extra things that make them easily distinguishable on sight.

[NOTCHAI] - Oh?  Like what?

[Doc] Well you met Cp, you saw tall he is? Our shortest brine is only a block and half high. And TLOT is always visible from a distance because of how he dresses. Also Hero has amazing hair and NK has a big gem in the center of his chest.

[NOTCHAI] - How strange

[Doc] Well we tend to do a lot of travelling since we're often evicted from our seeds, you pick things up along the way. And Gk, our short brine, is from a seed where the humans are the same way, Steffan and Sweet Alex are just as short.

[NOTCHAI] - Most of our heights are the same unless there's been a minor error in our coding

[Doc] Anyone who wants to be different has only to ask. Deerheart here will speak highly of my work, I'm sure. I can do simple things too. Markus has a full head of black hair to match his goatee now.

[NOTCHAI] - He does?  That seems...  Wrong almost

[Doc] His head was cold. And his physical body didn't look like his player skin. He was a very heavy man outside.

[Deer] - Besides, Doc's work isn't painful at all...  Unless you're struggling...  Like CP

[Doc] He just hates anyone trying to help him for any reason. He's fiercely independent

[NOTCHAI] - Most of us have to be independent

[Deer] - But here you're all working together...

[NOTCHAI] - And it took us a very long time to figure it out

[Doc] You beat me to the punch my dear. Independence feels good, but cooperation keeps you alive

[NOTCHAI] - I think they've finished...

[Doc] if no one wishes to go this time it's understandable. I think he may be laid up for a while anyway. I can check back later.

[NOTCHAI] - I'll see if I can't convince some of the others for the next time

[Yaunfen] Squirms around-

-There's a frantic squeaking outside-

[Doc] Pardon me for a moment- goes to investigate

-There's a normal baby enderdragon with it's leg stuck in one of the trap doors over a water source-

[Doc] is on it in a second pulling up the door and getting it free. -  poor baby!

[Baby] Whines pitifully, it's foot having been touching the water-

[Doc] Is already fumbling around for Ashes dry pills -

[Deer] - Doc?  Is everything okay?

[Doc] Just getting Ashe's dry pills! Here we go!

-There's a bit of ringing and Markus manages to get his phone out but fumbles it on the floor- Cp... Can you get... That?

[CP] Picks it up and looks at it- Are you sure you wanna answer this?

-There's a text on the phone, it's from Jeb-

[Jeb] not safe to talk, I put something in your letter slot with an explanation, I'm sorry.

[CP] Narrows eyes suspiciously at the text-  I'm not sure what to make of this...

[Notch] What is it..?

[CP] Shows him the text-

[Notch] He's not dumb enough to try and screw us again.... Can you... Get whatever it is for me....? Please...

[CP] - Fine- He sends a quick message to Stevie telling him to get his ass over there to watch Notch before opening a way to the apartment.  He steps into the silent building and looks around to make sure it isn't a trap

-Just inside the door there's a   Bit of folded paper with lots and lots of densely printed numbers on it. There seems to be an object in the middle of the fold

[CP] Walks over to it and picks it up, reading the numbers over-

- the message is in binary and as he picks it up a small USB drive falls out and clunks to the floor

[CP] Picks up the drive and creates another opening back to the server.  He steps through and finds Stevie by Notch and out of breath-

[Stevie] - Brother, why'd you call me over here if you were going to be gone for so short a period?

[CP] - Shut up- Tosses the paper and usb onto Notch's chest

[Notch] weakly shakes the little bell flowers. He picks up the note- dammit Jeb I can't read this without my computer....

[CP] - Give it here

- This one was going to be deleted. He's too much of a threat to the players. I snuck him out for you. If you keep him where you are, no one will know I saved one. Sorry in advance.

-The tiny drive wiggles angrily-

[CP] - He's given us something...  One that was going to be deleted?  Doesn't say if it's a brine or a NOTCH though...

[Notch] probably a brine... If he was a threat...

[CP] - NOTCH's can be threats too...  I think we've proven that by now...

[Notch] Shakes the flowers before speaking haltingly- If the company considered a NOTCH a threat I don't think Jeb would have had the opportunity to steal him. They're more prone to deleting things they made without discussion...

[Notch] Well have to open it to see.... - he puts his hand on the tiny thing- it's hot, and heavy too. He must have used a variant on what kept TLOT trapped in his server.

[CP] - Should we leave it for Doc?

[Notch] Whatever it is will likely be less angry if it's let out then if it breaks out on its own, who knows how much longer this can keep it in? It's just a tiny little drive. A rather small prison for an AI

[CP] - Fiiiine- Takes the drive and starts fussing with it

-the drive shakes furiously in his hands -

[CP] - CALM DOWN YOU FUCKER!

[CP] Continues to mess with it until he finds a trigger to let the coding out-

- / Player_ MasterHerobrine has joined the server /-

-A rather basic looking Herobrine falls out of the small device. His clothing is ripped and blood- spattered. His expression is twisted and angry and he spots Stevie first, leaping forward to wrap his hands around the Steves throat and throttle him-

[CP] Is quick to grab the back of his shirt- Hey now, back off.  He's not your prey...

[MB] Snarls and turns on Cp. His fury is now focused on Cp and he swings a fist at the other brines stomach-

[CP] Blocks with his free hand- You really don't want to start a fight with me asshole

[MB] Twists artfully out of Cp's grip and chops at Cp's outstreched arm. He looks slightly familiar to the bigger brine-

[Honedge] Blocks the chop-

[CP] - Stand down you idiot.  I'll have a lot of people yelling at me if I start killing you

[MB] Is suddenly three brines and one of them goes after Stevie while the other two attack Cp again.

[CP] Teleports to protect his brother- Stevie...  Get Notch out of here

[MB] All three brines turn to Cp, their eyes narrow in unison as they converge on him.

[CP] ENDREA!- The ceiling cracks as Endrea uses her mass to pin the three brines.  CP crouches down in front of the three- Now then...  Who are you?

[MB] Two of the brines wink out of existence and the remaining one just gives Cp an ugly look in response.

[CP] - Nudges him with Honedge- Come on, talk

[MB] tps outside-

[CP] Sighs- Stevie, take him into the storage room...  Endrea?  Think you can keep an eye from above?

[Endrea] - Yes sir

[Stevie] - Brother, are you sure about this?

[CP] - Positive- He teleports outside as well

[MB] Has kicked out a hunk of fence and there are horses all over the yard.

[CP] - Shit!- He knows he's not gonna get sex for at least a month now- FUCKER!  WHY DID YOU DO THAT!?

[MB] Stands his ground, daring Cp to fight him-

[CP] Charges at him, summoning his sword and pick-

[MB] Tps behind Cp, throwing a fist at the small of his back-

[CP] Feels the punch and lashes out behind him with a kick-

[MB] Is grazed by his kick and throws another punch at Cp's face.

[CP] Pushes the punch aside and jabs forwards with his sword- Stop this!  I get yelled at enough as is!

[MB] Takes a cut to his side but barely seems to register the pain. He rushes into the close quarters blow flying slightly and viciously head butts Cp.

[CP] Grunts and grabs the other brines head, slamming him into the ground-

[MB] There's an unhealthy cracking sound but the other brine still manages to tp a short distance away, he's swaying with blood in his hair but still standing. His expression is a slightly crazy smile.

[CP] - I know your not infected by her, otherwise I would have heard of you...  So just who are you?

[MB] His voice is quiet but deep - You know my name.

[CP] - More than half of us here are named Herobrine dumbass!

[MB] Just gives a small laugh. He spawns a diamond sword and charges Cp.

[CP] Yawns and forces the sword aside with his pick before lunging forwards with his sword while watching Honedge swoop around behind-

[MB] Is skewered from both sides but manages to spit blood on Cp's face before despawning-

- / MasterHerobrine was killed by CreepypastaHerobrine /-

[TLOT] over the chat - What the fuck is going on over there Cp?!

[CP] - Nooooothing

[MB] Hits the respawn and appears at the graveyard. He looks around for a moment before stealing a skeleton horse from the pen and riding it pell-mell down the road to the swamp -

[CP] - It's your turn TLOT...  I have some stuff that needs fixing...  Or else I won't get laid for a year...

[TLOT] Turn for what? It looks like we got someone new, but they didn't pass the firewall in the normal way. What happened?

[CP] - Jeb dropped off a flash drive containing him...  I let him out...  You might wanna hurry up an...  GODDAMN HORSE GET BACK HERE!

[TLOT] Well if there's a hostile brine I'm going to go protect my villagers! Where's Doc?

[CP] - How the fuck should I know?

[TLOT] Well, I'll go check the spawn. But that's it. I'm more concerned with preventing griefing then racing off half-cocked. I can't use Doc's pinpoint to find people.

[CP] - GET BACK HERE!

[GK] Happens to look down while flying by, he spirals to the ground lazily - Uh, Cp? Generally horses need a full circle of fence to not wander off. - Snickers

[CP] - THIS IS NOT MY FAULT!  JUST HELP ME ROUND THEM UP!

[GK] I'll do it for a pizza.

[CP] - FINE!  JUST HELP ME YOU ASS!

[GK] On it! - He uses his wing tentacles to grab several horses and tangle them up before setting them back in the pen- What happened to the roof?

[Endrea] - I did

[Gk] Good answer!

[CP] - Rogue brine needed to be contained...

[Gk] Killing and containment are not the same.

[CP] - Hey, you know which one is my specialty

[GK] Good point. What kinda nutjob calls themselves Master anyway?

[CP] - Who the fuck knows, I've left him to TLOT

[MB] Suddenly tps in front of Cp, he's only there for the few seconds it takes to drop the peacock at his feet. The bird instantly goes crazy and starts pecking at anything it can reach, including horses and Cp's legs-

[CP] - MOTHER FUCKER!  TLOT!

[Gk] What the fuck is that?!

[CP] - The god damned peacock

[Peacock] Jumps in the air, skawking and clawing in every direction -

[CP] - TLOT COME TAKE CARE OF YOUR DAMN BIRD!

[TLOT] KINDA BUSY RIGHT NOW!

-There's the sound of a TNT block exploding somewhere near one of the village walls. -

[CP] - Damnit, Endrea!  Go help TLOT!

[Endrea] - Yes sir

[Endrea] Arrives at the village-

[TLOT] Has grabbed the normal Herobrine and Endrea arrives just in time to see him get thrown headfirst at high velocity into the side of the huge totem pyramid -

- / MasterHerobrine was killed by HerobrineTheLordofTears /-

[CP] - HA!  SEE?  IT'S NOT JUST ME!

[MB] Hits the spawn again and notices this time that he hasn't lost his items. He laughs wildly.

[Endrea] - CP sent me here, what can I do?

[TLOT] Is huffing and furious. - I'd say go sit on him, but he can obviously teleport. So I don't know.

[Endrea] - We tried that earlier...  Inside...

[TLOT] eyebrows raise high - Inside? Oh dear....

[MB] Has found the nether portal building and bolts inside-

[CP] Flies up- Shit, some of them are nearing the lava pool by the bar!

[GK] I'll get them!

[CP] - I'll see if there are any others wandering farther away

[Endrea] Yawns a little- Yes, that other brine also released all of Lie's horses...'

[TLOT] She's gonna have a fit.... Let's go help him.

[CP] - GET BACK HERE!

[CP] Lands closer to the ground to grab some of the horses-

[Peacock] Starts pecking Cp aggressively again-

[Lie] Returns with Mort and Dawn- What the fuck happened!?

[gem] -has a few horses on leads and coming through the under side of tree-

[Mort] Wow... did we miss a party?

[Lie] - WHY IS A CHUNK OF MY HOUSE MISSING!?

[gem] i'll fix it -she ties the horses to a fence post then starts fixing everything-

[Dawn] Did you host a slam-dancing competition Cp?

[Lie] - CP!

[CP] - OW!  GET OFF YOU FUCKER!  THIS IS NOT MY FAULT!  I SWEAR!

[Peacock] Keeps pecking-

[CP] - damnit!  TLOT!  BIRD!

[Peacock] Sees TLOT coming and runs for it-

[TLOT] Is coming around the side of the house and changes into his cat form before taking off after the bird-

[gem] -fixes up the house then all the pens- there all fixed

[Lie] Black thorns are forming around her- CP....

[Dawn] Whoah... easy there Lie. He seems rather distressed. I really doubt your hubby wrecked your house on purpose.

[Endrea] - Yes and no

[Gk] We got griefed.

[Mort] How? I thought you were all friends or something?

[Endrea] - A new brine arrived

[gem] was it that guy who died twice in chat?

[Dawn] Oh... Where's Doc? I thought they usually handled that.

[CP] - Yes Gem, and no clue where Doc fucking is

[Mort] You can see when people come and go right? Did they leave the server?

[CP] - Not as far as we can see

[TLOT] Races by in pursuit of the frantic bird-

[Lie] Still has the black thorns around her- CP...  You better get all my horses back...

[CP] - WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M TRYING TO DO!?

[GK] Comes back with another bunch of horses tangled in his wings-

[gem] -tries to help chase after the bird-

[Lie] - WHY ARE THEY IN YOUR WINGS!?  YOU'RE MAKING THEM FRANTIC!

[Gk] I'm trying to help! - Puts them down in the pen quickly-

[Lie] - My horses...

[Dawn] You have a lot of horses...

[Lie] - I can't help myself...

[Dawn] Ah. Never been much of a collector myself. Most things fall apart after 50 years or so.

[Lie] - They don't in game, they last as long as you like...  Except tools, those do wear out

[Dawn] gives a little sigh-  What a lovely thought...

[Mort] is trying to help with the horses.

[Lie] Groans- Why does this stuff always seem to happen to me?- She hears a frantic little bleat as a horse bites Rosebud- Shit!

[Mort] Sweeps the little sheep into his arms and brings them to her-

[Lie] Let's her vines part for him- Thank you Mort

[Mort] No problem, I know how horses are.

[Lie] Takes the lamb- Easy now, let me check you over

[CP] Groans and walks past-

[Lie] - I think it might be best for you two to go home...  I don't know how dangerous of a situation we're currently in...

[Dawn] Okay, we have to take care of our own animals anyway. Thank you for showing us around Lie.

[Lie] - You're welcome, CP?  A little help?

[CP] Flicks open a way as he goes after another horse-

[Mort] Thank you both. - They exit hand in hand, hesitating for a moment as their resolution goes back up.

[CP] Closes the way as he passes by again with a few more horses-

[Doc] Has given the pills to the little dragon and is cradling it as it's wounds heal-

[Baby] It makes sad noises and snuggles into Doc-

[Doc] There, there, you're safe. Deerheart? Could you look around and see if you can find Tsunami or Thunder?

[Deer] - Sure- She shifts to her dragon form to help attract their attention

[NOTCHAI] - Oh...  That's strange...

[Doc] It's the same as mine, I made her a second form. I just want to hand the little one off to it's parents. I suspect they slipped away from their babysitter.

[Tsunami] Notices Deer and lands with a heavy thud-

[Doc] The little one got hurt. They're already healing, but I figured you'd be hunting for them Tsunami.

[Tsunami] Comes closer and the NOTCHAI backs off quickly.  Tsunami sniffs at the baby-

[Doc] Just gives her a soft smile- precious little one.

[Tsunami] Opens her mouth and takes the baby-

[Yaunfen] Stands on hir hind legs and puts hir paws on Tsunami's snout-

[Doc] Tsunami, this is my own little one, Yaunfen.

[Tsunami] Snorts at Yaunfen before lifting her head and the baby up and away from Yaunfen-

[Doc] Thank you. - Xe looks back at the NOTCHAI. -It's safe. You can come over here.

[NOTCHAI] - I think I'd rather not

[Doc] Suit yourself. I think I'm going to go collect the notes and flowers and deliver them. Do you need anything else from me?

[NOTCHAI] - No, we should be good

[Lie] - CP...  You have a lot of explaining to do...

[CP] - Well first of all...  Jeb sent Notch a text...

[Lie] - JEB WAS INVOLVED!?

[CP] - Yesss?  Anyways, he sent a note and a usb drive to Notch which happened to have a brine on it?

[Lie] - WHY WAS THERE A BRINE IN A USB!?

[CP] - Look, all I did was let him out...  He's the one that started the fight

[Lie] - I'm having a hard time believing that...

[CP] - WHY!?

[Lie] - CP...  Everytime somebody new comes on the server you pick a fight with them

[TLOT] Pauses in his running and the peacock gets away as he pads over. - Actually it wasn't his fault. They tried to blow up a wall in the village too.

[Lie] - Is the village okay?

[CP] - See?  Not my fault!

[TLOT] A bit scared, but no one got hurt.

[gem] -stops as well- and to be fair he tried not to fight with aven when we arrived but she was insisting on fighting him.

[Lie] Sighs- I'm not sure what to think right now...

[TLOT] Mentally to Cp- Its' good to have friends huh?

[CP] - It seriously wasn't my fault this time!

[TLOT] He's telling the truth Lie, you know he can't hide anything from me.

[Lie] - Somebody please just fix the roof, I'm going to check on Notch

[CP] - Shit, Stevie!

[gem] I already fixed the roof

[Lie] - Thank you then Gem, and the paddock?

[gem] it's all fixed

[Lie] - Good.  I'll be right back- She leaves to find Stevie and Notch

[Lie] Finds the both of them in her storage room- Hey, are you guys okay?

[Stevie] - Yeah, do you know what's going on out there?

[Lie] - Probably about as much as you do right now...

[Notch] Stupid Jeb... He probably thought he was doing some good...

[Lie] - Judging by the damage out there it seems like you guys were ucky to get out...

[Stevie] - Actually...  Brother protected us...

[Lie] - He did?  I see...- Her expression softens

[Notch] The brine went right for Stevie and Cp fought him off... I'm so proud...

[Lie] - As you should be of your son

[Doc] Comes up from the cage to find Cp in the yard. - Oh hey Cp, check it out, Yaunfen got bigger! Did I miss anything?

[CP] Punches Doc-

[Doc] Isn't expecting it and reels backwards- WHAT THE NETHER WAS THAT FOR?

[gem] there is a wild brine on the lose

[CP] - BECAUSE WE'VE BEEN TRYING TO FIND YOU FUCKER!

[Doc] Huh? We were checking on the NOTCH's. How did it get on the server? They would have needed an admin to let them in.

[CP] - Jeb sent it on a usb

[Doc] Twitches a bit. - How the fuck did he fit a Herobrine on a USB?

[CP] - I don't know and don't care!  But he's already landed me in hot water

[Doc] Why? And where did he go?

[CP] - He made me break part of the house and set all the horses loose!  And we don't know where he is!

[Doc] Did anyone get hurt?

[CP] - Not that I'm aware of

[Doc] Deerheart? Can you sense someone new on the seed?

[Deer] Focus' briefly- Yes, in the Nether

[Doc] Well scratch getting any help from TLOT....

[gem] i'll help if you need it.

[CP] - I'm still working on getting sex BACK on the agenda here so no

[Doc] I'll speak on your behalf if you want. I think I'll likely need your help. The Nether is your territory, I always get lost down there. And thank you Gem.

[Deer] - Give me Yaunfen, the Nether is no place for a baby

[Doc] Thank you love. - Passes the baby-

[Deer] Takes Yaunfen and coos at him-

[CP] - Do I have to?

[Doc] Wry smile-  Since when do you not like to fight?

[CP] - I seem to recall usually getting yelled at whenever I do so here...

[Doc] It's okay if you're defending yourself Cp. I thought that was obvious.

[CP] Grumbles-

[gem] maybe lie will reward you for helping stop the brine gone wild

[CP] - You have no say in this

[Doc] She might be right, you never know. Lie likes it when you're noble and responsible.

[Gk] Makes a gagging noise-

[CP] - I'm going to punch you again

[Doc] Please don't, I'm sure I've got a shiner and I don't need two.

[CP] Growls-

[Lie] Steps out and sees Doc- CP...  What did you do now?

[Doc] He's a bit frustrated with me right now....

[gem] we are trying to convince him to help take out the violent brine

[Lie] - Nope, not dealing with this right now- Turns around and goes back inside

[Doc] I don't intend to kill him Gem. If I worked like that I'd have far fewer friends.

[CP] - Fine!  Whatever!  Let's just go already!

[Doc] You know where the portal is, lead on.

[CP] Groans and starts heading in that direction-

[gem] -is flying along with them-

[Doc] Hesitates at the door. - Geeze it's been a while since I went in there... I need one of you to lead, I have to... do something first. - Xe looks away in shame.

[gem] -heads into the building and the portal-

[CP] Just teleports straight into the Nether-

- / InfamousDoctorF Game mode 1 /-

[CP] Scoffs- Why the fuck are they going into survival?

[Doc] Sneaks through the portal and quickly changes their mode back to creative.

[CP] - Doc...  You do realize EVERYBODY saw that, right?

[Doc] Shut up....

[gem] -is flying up and is looking for any other brines-

[MB] Chucks a soul sand block at Gem from behind a crag before tp'ing out of sight

[CP] - There went the bastard

[gem] ow -and spins around trying to see where he went-

[Doc] Honestly I'm not sure how to go about this, he's obviously good at teleporting.

[CP] - Your an admin, can't you just turn it off?

[Doc] Maybe? He's a brine, if it's a natural ability, it might not work that way. Would it work if I turned off your ability to fly?

[CP] - Nether if I knew

-A frightened Ghast goes barreling towards Gem-

[gem] -dodges the ghast- come out here

[MB] Voice coming from somewhere- Three against one? Maybe I should pick you off one at a time instead.

[Doc] Hmph.

[gem] -eyes turn red- try one on one with me first

[CP] - That's it, Honedge?  Go find him

[MB] Appears above Gem long enough to throw lava at her-

[gem] -shakes off the lava- is that the best you got resorting to little pranks

[MB] Fine - He rushes her midair with a diamond sword and swings it at her stomach

[gem] -suddenly drops enough to dodge-

[MB] Stabs down at a wing as he passes -

[CP] - Laaaaaaaaaaaaaame

[gem] -one of the wings get cut slightly but enough for her to have to use her creative levitation-

[MB] See's the bit of blood and tps to one side to strike at her again-

[CP] - Well this will probably be a slow fight...

[Doc] She seems to be doing okay, I mean, I saw her bite someone head off once...

[gem] -lets the red laser like mist form around her so he can't get close-

[MB] Throws sand at her face -

[gem] -moves her face out of the way and try to punch him in the gut while using the mist to shield the rest of her-

[MB] Takes it as a glancing blow and wavers for a second in the air-

[gem] -trys a strong kick with both of her legs to kick mb down into the lava below-

[MB] Hits the lava with a wet splat. He doesn't resurface right away but walks calmly out of the lake at the edge closest to Cp and Doc. Spawning a pair of swords he looks at the two and gets a wicked grin on his face.

[Doc] Xe goes cold with fear and takes a step back in utter horror. - No...

[CP] - Is it my turn yet?

[MB] Ah, the one that got away. Are you recovered from our last playtime?

[Doc] Is backing away. - Cp...

[CP] Steps between them- Come on fucker, your gonna pick off the weaker brines first?  Rookie mistake

[MB] Not weaker, just the familiar ones. - Grins horribly. -

[CP] - I thought you seemed familiar...  You're the one from Doc's nightmares...  I wonder what your nightmares are like

[Mb] My only dream is of the time I killed my Notch! - He splits into three again, two of them flanking Cp as a distraction while the third goes after Doc.

[Doc] Is too stunned and afraid to react quickly enough, xe screams as the brines sword cuts hir upraised arm, and his fist breaks a few ribs from the side.

[gem] -dives at the one attacking doc-

[CP] Scowls, ignoring the clones and leaving them to Honedge while he goes after the real one-

[MBcopy] Is shoved away and scrapes against the netherrack before popping out of existence.

[MBcopy] Is fighting with the honedge sword against sword-

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[gem] Are you okay doc?

[MB] Presses his sword hard against Cp's and goes for a low kick-

[CP] Uses his pick to block the kick- You fucker!- He presses back against the other brine

[Doc] Is cut deeply and having some kind of flashback-

[CP] Glances at Doc- Damnit, not good

[gem] -tries to hit the other copy with her mist-

[MBcopy] Snarls at the mist and scoots so it hits Honedge instead-

[Honedge] Vibrates angrily-

[gem] -stops the mist right before it hits honedge-

[CP] Kicks the other brine in the chest-

[MB] Takes the kick with a low grunt but manages to keep his feet-

[CP] Scowls and goes for a head butt of his own-

[gem] -retracts her mist then goes running right for the other copy to bite them-

[Mb] Meets him halfway and grins at him waith a faceful of blood as they both get hurt-

[MBcopy] Slashes at the incoming attacker-

[CP] Grunts and jumps back some to asses the situation a bit better.  He glances over at Doc to make sure they're okay-

[Doc] Is wide eyed and silent, they're basically frozen with fear and sitting  on the ground with their back to a wall. The injury is slowly knitting itself back together but their coat is covered in blood.

[gem] -is dodging the slashes and tries to bite down on the sword-

[CP] Starts charging forwards while holding a ball of lightning, wondering if Doc's usual tactic would work, he wobbles a bit as he throws and misses the other brine by a long shot-

[MB] Sneers - Oh I get it! You and the pipsqueak are related huh? Maybe I should give you some broken code to match theirs?

[CP] - Nope, but I wouldn't go thinking I missed my mark either

[Doc] Is hit with the ball and comes screaming back into reality. Xe's too full of electricity to even see straight and body blocks the other brine from behind with a nasty crunch of muscle and spine.

[MBcopy] Pops out of existence.

- / MasterHerobrine was killed by InfamousDoctorF /-

[CP] Laughs- Thought that might get your attention

[gem] -is very worried- doc are you ok?

[Doc] Is just a ball of statick with hir hair stuck out in every direction. Xe looks extra crazy with a spattering of blood, and hir breathing is short and fast as xe nearly vibrates in place.

[CP] - Eh they're fine

[Doc] Shouts because they're too hyped up to focus - CP HE WENT TO SPAWN. TRAP HIM IN A DREAM BEFORE HE GETS AWAY AGAIN!

[CP] - Yeah yeah- He teleport to spawn while focusing his powers. As soon as he see's the other brine he directs his power towards him

[MB] What.. what are you doing?!

[CP] - Let's see how well you fair in MY domain

[MB] Swears at Cp as he slips into the dream.

[CP] Very smug expression as he watches and then speaks over chat- Hey, the dumb fucker is contained

[TLOT] Thank goodness....

[CP] - What do you want me to do with him?

[TLOT] I don't know. See what the fuck his problem is.

[Deer] - CP, what happened?

[CP] - What do you means?

[Deer] - How did Doc kill him?  That doesn't seem right...

[Doc] Switches modes and literally runs out of the Nether carrying Gem over hir head. -

[CP] - I gave Doc a boost...

[gem] what the?

[Doc] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[Deer] - Oh dear...

[Doc] Stops long enough to drop Gem beside Cp and keeps running -

[CP] - So who wants me to send them in to talk to this fucker?

[TLOT] Over chat - why don't you do it Cp?

[CP] - ...  You do realize I'm pretty much the worst person for that

[TLOT] Actually you're the best person. He rather reminds me of someone else, a long time ago...

[CP] - No...  I was not like him

[Lie] - YES YOU WERE!

[Deer] - Love?  Are you okay?

[Doc] CAN'TTALKGOTTARUNGOTTOOMUCHELECTRICITY-

[Deer] - ...  Do you want help love?

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[Doc] BRINGMYGALVANTULABUTYOU'LLHAVETOTHROWHIMONME-

[CP] Groans- Do I really have to do this?

[Deer] Immediately sets off for thier home-

[TLOT] Survey says yes-

[Lie] - CP please just do it!

[CP] - Fiiiiiiiiiiine- He then slips into the dream

-The area is the familiar setting of a mega walls arena and CP looks around for the other brine-

[MB] Is in a punch up with some players and not doing well, his screams of fury and frustration are quite loud-

[CP] Flies over- Ah, here you are

[Mb] YOU, you insolent ass! - Wiggles free of the players and flies at Cp from below-

[CP] - Ah ah, I don't think so- He makes it so the other brine cannot fly

[Mb] Falls back to the ground- Then I'll fight you down here! Face me coward!

[CP] - There's no point, you'll lose.  This is my domain, you have no say here

[Mb] Is furious -

[CP] - Are you ready to talk now?

[Mb] Fuck you.

[CP] Groans and rubs his face- This is probably karma getting back at me...

[Mb] It's gonna be my foot up your ass getting to you!

[CP] - Yeah no, I'm still a stronger brine than you, with far more tactical fighting in my arsenal, you have nothing on me

[Mb] Yeah, right. And I've seen the kind of company you keep. You're weak.

[CP] -Believe me, it wasn't my choice to hang out with them

[Mb] Scoffs- Are we having a moment here?

[CP] - I think they'd prefer that.  However, there are some things I should ask you first.  Do you know how you ended up on our server?

[Mb] No! Somebody trapped me while I was griefing! Poked and prodded my fucking codes, and put me in a null space so small I practically had my nose in my asshole!

[CP] - That would have been Jeb, and he saved your existence by doing that.  You were going to be deleted

[Mb] Grinds his teeth - JEB?! 1 D0N'T W4NT TO OW3 THAT PRICK!

[CP] - You don't owe him anything.  He's pretty heavily black mailed into helping us, especially after being beat up by us

[Mb] Good- Chuckles at the thought of Jeb getting beat up. His musings are quite plain on his face.

[CP] - You've been brought to a sanctuary, a hidden server where brines can stay without being discovered.  Most here are hiding from one thing or another, but most are friends

[Mb] Oh rapture. Kick me out. I want to go break more stuff.

[CP] - We can't right now, not until you convince Doc that you won't give away where we are

[Mb] I'm not convincing anyone of shit! Let me out or I'll makes everyone's life hell!

[CP] - Yeah they're kinda used to that

[Mb] Bullshit! I've vanquished armies alone!

[CP] - And I've cultivated them and they've still managed to keep me from destroying everything

[Mb] Domesticated brine. How sad.

[CP] Rolls his eyes- Blame my mate

[Mb] Let's out a hearty laugh. - Did you bed an Alex?

[CP] - No, a female brine, and a former victim of mine

[Mb] Oh... that's too rich... - is just laughing-

[CP] - Hey, the stamina makes things a lot more fun, and I wouldn't belittle her powers either-

[Mb] I bet she doesn't even let you kill players! You're whipped!

[CP] - Oh there are a few she's encouraged me to kill

[Mb] Is being sarcastic- Such a good attack dog slash boyfriend.

[CP] Suddenly makes MB feel as if he's on his final heart-

[Mb] Goes weak in the knees and buckles to the ground- Come on... you know you want to do what I do... it's in your code...

[CP] - Oh I know, but my desire to keep my mate happy is stronger...  I literally cannot be separated for too long.  We literally share a heart

[Mb] Tragic... Are you going to at least give me the dignity of a death by weapon? Or just bleed me from a distance like a NOTCH?

[CP] - You're not going to die, you are trapped in a dream, I control everything that happens here.

[Mb] Ah.... at the mercy of another Herobrine...how ironic-

[CP] - Now then, I can release you, but you'll have to promise not to go on a rampage if I do

[Mb] What's in it for me? Do I get to finish off my prey at least?

[CP] - You can try, but they'll just respawn...  Or heal completely before they can actually die.  They've become much stronger since you last ran into them.  Plus they are one of the native brines on the seed

[Mb] Even more fun. I can do it more then once. And that's good, since they didn't put up much of a fight last time.

[CP] - Yeah don't count on that, they'll just have me do this to you again

[Mb] Sniveling little...

[CP] - You'll get used to everything here eventually...  It took them a very long time and the removal of a parasitic entity to start to curb my blood lust

[Mb] Fat chance. And it sounds to me like someone just took a scapel to your code as well as your brain.

[CP] - You'll figure out what I mean eventually, so, no rampaging for now?

[Mb] Snarls-

[CP] - Oh and fair warning, we have the embodiment of two servers here as well, the one we're currently on, who also happens to be Doc's mate, and the one from my original server

[Mb] And I care why?

[CP] - Because what I can do to you here?  They can probably do ten times worse

[Mb] Looks skeptical. -

[CP] - Let me put it another way, you cause damage, they can wipe you from existence without a second thought

[Mb] Why haven't they done so already then? I think you're full of shit.

[CP] - Because the assholes out there are all about rehabilitation and second chances.  If Doc doesn't give the say so, they'll hold back

[Mb] Doc?

[CP] - Your prey

[Mb] I broke them once, I can do it again. I'm a disruptive brine, I can scramble codes against the edge of any weapon I wield.

[CP] - But every pixel in their body now holds their complete code, can you really scramble that?

[Mb] Maybe not permenantly, but it will hurt in the meantime.

[CP] - You'll just end up going through everything I went through

[Mb] whatever.

[CP] - So, update, rampage or no?

[Mb] Can I kill that Steve and NOTCH at least?

[CP] Growls deeply- You will not lay a hand on them, they are mine and mine alone to kill

[Mb]] Narrows his eyes at Cp, his reply is gutteral and low- Then what are you waiting for?

[CP] - I've come to enjoy the long game, lulling them into trusting me and wanting to be by me.  The pain and betrayal on their face makes it all the better

[Mb] Studies his face carefully- Liar.

[CP] - Not at all...  Making myself seem easy to read is another trick of deception

[Mb] Then I think I'll rat you out to them instead. Just for fun.

[CP] - They won't believe you.  I layed my role very carefully when my brother was returned to being a child for some time

[Mb] Opens his mouth and Cp's own voice comes out, repeating what he just said.

[CP] - Mimicry is what they'll call it, they won't believe you

[Mb] I think you're not as sure as you're pretending to be.

[CP] - And why would I be pretending?  You are scrambling to find an excuse

[Mb] Has as blank a face as one would imagine. He's just smiling faintly at Cp.

[CP]  Mimics TLOT's weight trick on MB as well as keeping him down to half a heart-

[Mb] Is pressed and hurting but just keeps maintaining eye contact.

[CP] Lands and walks closer- You have a choice to make, behave and toe the line occasionally, or be sent out where you'll be deleted immediately

[Mb] Then kill me. I won't be your lapdog.

[CP] - Alright- Summons his sword and drives it towards the other brine, speaking as his sword moves- Oh, and my dreams a very realistic when it comes to pain

[Mb] Manages to bite off the scream. He can't move to avoid the blade or pull it out but his strained face is still defiant.

[CP] Vanishes to go speak with the others, letting the sword remain in the other,  Once back to consciousness- So the asshole wants to be deleted

[TLOT] Over the chat -He's suicidal? Was he trying to make us mad enough to kill him?

[CP] - He'd rather kill Doc over and over again then behave

[TLOT] Now who does that remind me of....?

[CP - Shut up.  What do you want to do with him?  Because I'm fine with sending him back out there

[Doc]YOUCAN'TSENDHIMBACKOUTWEHAVETOHIDEHIMORJEBWILLBEOUTEDFORSTEALINGHIM!

[CP] - And I care why?

[Deer] Tosses Doc's pokemon at hir-

[Doc]THANKYOU!

[Deer] - You're welcome

[Doc] Is knocked over by the Galvantula and lays their gratefully as hir pet soaks up the excess electricity-

[Lie] - Could we lock some of this new brines powers?

[TLOT] Maybe? What can he do?

[Doc] He can make three clones and fly-

[CP] - He's a douche

[TLOT] That's not a power Cp.

[CP] - Just stating a fact

[gem] -is in a pond near spawn- maybe we could take his power then put him in a cage for a while

[TLOT] I can try.

[Doc] He can teleport too.

[CP] - Could we put him in a humiliating form?

[Lie] - It did kinda work for CP...

[TLOT] I sense spite.

[CP] - No, really?  Oh, and he can mimic voices, or repeat something back in someone's voice...  Something like that

[Doc] If he's an animal someone has to be responsible for him.

[gem] he might have access to creative since he got tnt so fast

[CP] - You could put him with his prey like you did with me

[Doc] I have enough responsibilities! Plus he might hurt Yaunfen!

[CP] - So?  Ender dragons are tougher than you think to anything other than water

[Doc] Makes a worried whining noise- Noooooo

[gem] if he is small enough and not hard to deal with I could take him like turn him into a fish

[TLOT] If I shift him he won't be able to talk to us. I think that will make things worse. He needs an incentive to behave. I don't think threatening him will work.

[CP] - And that's a bad thing how?

[TLOT] Says nothing, but the silence is a bit judgemental.

[Galvantula] Walks up with Doc sprawled on it's back-

[CP] - So what are we gonna do with this idiot?

[Doc] What we always do with idiots, offer the carrot and talk to them incessentaly until they open up.

[CP] - And what will be his carrot?

[Doc] From what I know of him, the only thing he loves is fighting. You could offer him regular sparring matches.

[CP] - And I wont get yelled at?

[Doc] Fuck no. If it's an arranged thing, and you're not destroying the landscape or builds, go nuts.

[CP] Grins wickedly-

[Lie] - CP I could feel that grin...

[CP] Re-enters the dream- Good news or bad news?

[Mb] I'm already mostly dead and skewered, How bad could it fucking be?!

[CP] - Doc won't let us kill you, you're staying on the server

[Mb] Ugggggggghhhhhh

[CP] - Good new is you'll get your fights, but not with Doc

[Mb] Someone tougher then them I hope....

[CP] - Oh yes...  Me

[Mb] And not in a fucking hallucination?

[CP] - Nope

[Mb] Gooood.

[CP] - So, behave and you'll get your fights, got it?

[Mb] Agreed.

[CP] Grins- Wake up

[Mb] Stands up and stretches- well that was relaxing -said sarcastically - he notices Doc climbing gingerly off the Galvantula. - Miss me? [Doc] Shudders- You're damn lucky you got here the way you did or I'd throw your ass out immediately. [Mb] Awww, too fucking bad for you. I don't want to be here anyway.

[CP] Smacks him upside the head- Oh I'm gonna enjoy beating the crap out of you

[Mb] Pfft. You're full of shit, and don't be so sure about that.

[CP] Simply kicks him in the nuts-

[gem] -walks over dripping water from the pond- are we fighting him again?

[Mb] Clutches his aching bits - Jackass!

[CP] - Get used to it

[Mb] Get used to it too, I'm not gonna RSVP before I fight you again. Have fun watching your back.

[CP] - You think I'm not used to that?  I've lived in a house full of murderer's

[Mb] Aww, left your share house for a wife, dog, and a nice birch fence? How cute.

[CP] - Try more like a wife and several dragons

[Mb] Adorable.

[CP] Hit's Mb again-

[Mb] spits s little blood - Keep practicing. Come back when you can make it really hurt.

[CP] - Doc?  Can I?

[Doc] He's just toying with you, you know that right? He's a Griefer. For all you know he gets off on pain.

[Mb] oh yeah, hurt me daddy

[CP] Grumbles but perks as Lie enters the area-

[Mb] Sniffs the air- mmm I smell flowers...

[Lie] - CP?  Everything go okay?

[CP] - As well as it could have I suppose

[Mb] Okay she is kinda hot.

[CP] - You shut up

[gem] -waves at lie- hey lie

[Lie] - Hey Gem...  Is your wing bleeding?

[gem] yes I know this gerifer over here cut my wing but it's healing fast -the cut isn't putting out much blood  as it was but if you watch you can see it sticking back together-

[Lie] - Would you like some of my flowers?

[gem] yes please

[Lie] Gives a small pulse of power, letting her healing flowers spring up around Gem-

[gem] -sits down so the flowers ae around her- thank you lie

[Lie] - Your welcome- She goes to CP's side and leans against him

[CP] Huffs and keeps an eye on Mb-

[Mb] Is eyeballing Lie, but it's not super obvious since he has no pupils.

[CP] Growls at Mb- Keep your fucking eyes off of her

[Mb] What, I can't look?

[CP] - Not in that way

[Mb] Floats off the ground and stares at Lie with his head upside-down instead.

[Lie] Steps behind CP, a bit unnerved-

[Mb] Ah, easy to make her nervous, I bet you keep her around partly to scare the shit out of her.

[CP] - I do not!

[Doc] He does like to annoy her a bit...

[CP] - Not helping Doc

[Doc] Bah, you like to annoy me too.

[CP] - That's different!

[Doc] Grins- Because we're friends?

[CP] Looks ready to lunge at Doc but wont leave Lie at the moment-

[Mb] Are you sure you two aren't related? Maybe even you three?

[Lie] - Well...

[CP] - NO!  NOT AT ALL!

[Mb] Hah, I knew it. The second the wierdo with the labcoat was down, this one jumped right in the way!

[Doc] Cp...?

[CP] - DO NOT READ ANYTHING INTO THAT!

[Lie] Her expression softens as she takes CP's hand-

[Mb] Floats over closer to Doc and puts his feet on the ground again.

[Doc] Gives him a nervous look -

[Mb] is obviously enjoying Doc's discomfort - How's... your leg?

[Doc] Still discolored. But it gave me a new weapon, so thanks for that.

[Mb] Hmmph.

[Galvantula] warning hiss.

[gem] -gets closer to mb and doc to help protect hir if mb tries anything-

[Mb] Turns to Gem with a suspicious look - What the fuck do you want? Back off. This is personal.

[gem] I want doc to be safe since they are my friend and I don't trust you

[Mb] Aww, how sweet. I don't trust you either. Step off.

[Doc] Shakily- Did you win?

[Mb] Oh yes... killed my own team personally. But hey, I didn't need help in the first place.

[CP] - Most of us don't

[Doc] Rude, Cp...

[Mb] Heh, so tell me about these murderers of yours, Cp, is it?

[CP] - House full of creepy pasta's, each with their own killing style.  There are a few here, all of us free from Insanity though

[Mb] Creepypasta? Wait, so they don't fight or kill anymore either?

[CP] - It's a term given to us by the humans who spin it off as made up stories, works to our advantage.  Oh, and we still kill and fight, but the urge to lose control and kill without reason has been taken away

[Mb] Can I fight them anyway?

[CP] - Sure why not, just be careful of Splender

[Doc] Yeah, he looks and usually is sweet but there's steel inside that velvet glove.

[Mb] Sounds like fun.

[Lie] - Question...  Where is he going to stay?

[Mb] What am I a cat? Why do you give a fuck where I am?

[Lie] - So you actually have a place to rest, and so you don't continuously end up at spawn

[Mb] humph, you just want to keep tabs on me.

[CP] - No shit Sherlock!

[Lie] - CP, no need to be rude

[Mb] And if I refuse?

[CP] - Then you'll die over and over again and end up here over and over

[Mb] Do you honestly think I'm incapable of building a fucking shelter? I'll put a bed in the building with the Nether portal. I'm sure none of you candy-asses are using it.

[Lie] Looks at Doc, unsure what to do-

[CP] - I don't give a damn

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

Morose Mononokean 3 – 13 (FINAL) | Nanbaka 19 | ACCA 5...and anime from 2016, ranked.

(Morose Mononokean ep 3)

LOL, the kaomoji scroll.

Hopefully your handwriting won’t be illegible, Fusshi.

The Japanese place a lot of emphasis on independence, hence th errand running comment.

It’s so threatening to get pointed at with a stick.

I didn’t quite get the “five years again?” joke, but the jokes were going pretty rapid fire there. I might’ve just missed one and that’s OK. *shrugs*

Technically Ashiya lied when he said “you don’t have to believe me” because she believed him in the end…kinda sorta…?

Oh, to grandstand means to be showy. I don’t think I solidified that into my brain until just then.

Are those weeds or onions?

…Oops, not onions at all. Close enough (since they’re blub plants), though.

Where’s your dad, Ashiya?

Zenko’s not crying, you’re crying, I’m crying. Everyone’s crying!

…Oh, that’s the punchline of the joke…but Abeno’s scary when he’s really angry.

(ep 4)

I think even lil’ Fuzzy nods in the OP near the end.

The d and b thumbs are very inventive in regards to kaomoji. I like inventiveness.

Exhibit A of how Comic Sans ruins a mood, CR subbers.

So that’s Abeno’s writing (and not Comic Sans)?

Ashiya and Abeno have really creepy eyes on the eyecatch.

Shizuku means “water droplet” IIRC.

Ashiya, Super Sentai!...or something like that.

The Fuzzy Ashiya knows has 3 tails. This one only has one.

Ashiya, getting coerced into deals he can’t handle. *sigh*

(ep 5)

Fuzzy’s basically a Pokémon now.

What happened to Abeno’s jar?

Where I am, there’s three arms to the government: the legislative arm, the judicial arm and the executive arm. This show must run off a lot of the same principles.

Fuzzy seems vaguely unimpressed when Ashiya learns he doesn’t have to die.

How is that communicating with a fuzzball? Sad life for Abeno-san.

The sad thing about Abeno is that he’s very grumpy. While that does make him basically a male tsundere, his grumpiness isn’t something everyone can live with. Rippou (Legislator) included.

(ep 6)

The Ring? Like a horror movie? (This is the last of the Mononokean episodes I’ve seen before, so it’s not a horror movie, but I had to make the joke while I was at it.)

Fuzzy looks like an offering to the ancestors there on that cushion.

The Mononokean went “If you’d followed my instructions [yada yada yada] but…” Note the “but” – that wasn’t in the translation.

Where does Abeno sleep?

Fuzzy wrapped up is like a fuzzy sushi roll. I wouldn’t like to eat a fuzzy sushi roll, though.

Edo = old Tokyo…so are all Edoites (or whatever you call them) meant to be non-honorific users?

Manjiro must’ve been easy to draw if this were in the source material. However, since this is obviously a CGI Manjiro, it must’ve been easier to animate than, say, Fuzzy. (Apparently fur is hard to get right in CGI.)

“15 whole minutes”…hardly anything impressive…LOL.

Ashiya will never give you up, he’ll never let you down, he’ll never run around and desert you…

Even Fuzzy’s sweating up a storm just thinking about how to return the ring.

Ow. Getting headbutted by an eel is not the way to go.

The salve on Fuzzy looked like a box for a frame or two.

The irony of an eel shop with an eel youkai…

(ep 7)

It’s fresh impressions from here on out.

Butterflies don’t fly like that…

Since middle school is years 7 – 9…okay…Ashiya is that childish? *laughs awkwardly*

I just realised this show doesn’t do flashbacks very well.

I saw a grave in the back that said “Abe Family Grave”. It’s not the kanji for Abeno, though.

Don’t be so proud of your status as a hide and seek veteran, Ashiya.

“Yoko” is the word for a fox spirit. it’s why, in Tactics, the fox spirit is called Youko. Even I knew that much and Ashiya didn’t, LOL.

Oh right! Abeno calls Fuzzy “hairball”.

Abeno is 15?! I’m absolutely positively flipping out!...Abeno and Ashiya look like they’re 17!

(ep 8)

I thought something was up with the subs. Turns out “Haruitsuki” was spelt wrong.

Remember “–sama” is of more respect than “–san”.

I think Mr Chips from Eldlive was like this critter. Gets drunk on green tea.

Tsundere flying green youkai. That’s probably better than an annoying, possibly tsundere fairy (<- reference to One Wish They Never Wanted).

Benkei? I’ve never heard anyone yell “Benkei!” when they stubbed their toe. I get that it’s Standing Benkei though.

Aww. Even if it’s a youkai proposal, it’s so sweet…

(ep 9)

How do you spell “dispirited”? Two Ss? One?

Dangit, Ashiya would do well in job interviews…

The eyecatches always look unnecessarily dramatic, don’t they?

Does Abeno’s question about amateurs include Ashiya?

Abeno must’ve gotten a “Don’t come near my daughter again!” sort of thing a lot.

Fuzzy’s body went “boomph!” when he jumped on to Ashiya’s shoulder.

Fuzzy absolutely fails at rolling on balls, LOL.

(ep 10)

Why did I think of “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up” when it came to large!Yahiko?

The title of this episode is “deku”, like Boku no Hero Academia Deku.

Rakugan.

How did the eyecatch manage to put shojo sparkles on Nobou and turn him into something that’s vaguely appealing (in a handsome sense)? It must be the magic of the shojo sparkles…Also, henohenomoheji scarecrow.

“Phantasmagoria” aka “fantasy” or “illusion”.

Wow, basically this show is an ethics lesson…

Who knew a mutant scarecrow could cause such a heartfelt story? Also, please stop hitting yourself with a potato.

(ep 11)

I don’t think I’ve seen the character for “purple” being read as shi before.

Stop using Fuzzy as a shield for your words, Ashiya.

Fuzzy jumped on to Zenko’s head. It’s kinda funny to see Fuzzy acting like a Swablu.

Fuzzy with a leaf hat is aesthetically pleasing. It soothes the soul. (Uh, hey. Come to think of it, Mononokean’s a lot like the works I’ve done on Honeyfeed, eh? Light comedy and a lotta drama.)

I keep stumbling upon spoilers for shows I’m not caught up on, this show included. So I technically knew about Yahiko and never mentioned it, and I’m going “oh no” here because I know what will happen to Ashiya…

Tomori. That was the name from the spoilers…oh no!!!

Fuzzy looks particularly round in the eyecatch.

Apparently Ashiya began as a doodle in the margin of Kiri Wazawa’s sketchbook, but he became the protag of Morose Mononokean. That’s the ultimate upgrade in life for a character, eh?

Abeno’s logic…I get it, but I guess it was played for hilarity. Well, it worked. Really well.

A 9-11. I thought it was funny at first, but now it’s scary and solemn.

Simultaneous equations? I want nothing to do with them anymore.

Come to think of it, Aoi may have been a woman due to the woman’s cloak.

(ep 12)

Oh? A sister? I’ve haven’t seen her in the show yet. I wanna see her.

One of the lil’ pine cones is sleeping. It’s strangely adorable.

(ep 13)

Yahiko’s so spoilt by Zenko.

*squints at Ashiya’s book* Oh hey. I haven’t done this in years! Yeah, that sort of stuff is “first year of high school” stuff, but speaking from experience as an advanced maths student, I have a skewed perspective of what “normal maths” is for a year level. Add that to the fact Japan has the idea that they have to push their geniuses to the limit by being ahead of their years (sometimes going up to one year ahead of the “usual” standard) and…yeah.

From the lip reading, the word could’ve been tera (Buddhist temple) or jinja (Shinto shrine). Knowing how Zenko is built off the ideas of Buddhism anyway, it’s tera.

Well, out of sight, out of mind, as they say.

Abeno looks like such a bad boy in that eyecatch, it’s hilarious.

Seriously, how does Nobou talk with no mouth?!

I thought the hand was Yahiko. Turns out it was Abeno.

Fuzzy looks downright ill when Ashiya’s scared.

A boss normally doesn’t bow his head to his subordinates, let alone call them “lord” (dono), which is the highest type of honorific one can give to a person.

See, the kaomoji scroll really is fun. If someone could make one for me, I’d love to play with it for a little bit. Maybe you could make a (computer?) program that could function mostly the same way…huh. That’s a good idea, actually.

Notice the Mononokean uses “watashi”. I guess it doesn’t have much of a gender anyway.

Nice hat, Ashiya. (LOL.)

Welp, that’s the final episode of all my 2016 anime. I moved the top 10 anime of 2016 to the bottom of this post for the surprise factor, but knowing my reactions to the anime means you can’t be too surprised by the results.

(Nanbaka 19)

Honey’s still on arrow mode.

The scream. It’s like a horror movie, but so funny because it overlays the OP.

The sparkles actually helped viewers see something for once.

Rokuriki. So that’s the guard’s name. It has “six” in it.

Deer hook swords. I’m not quite familiar with them but they look cool.

I only just realised, but they left Nico behind in the supervisor’s office.

The rubble is so beautifully rendered.

What was Jyugo doing behind the pots? Something for humour, I suppose, because I laughed.

“Hachiman” can mean 80000.

Kawaisouni… translates to “unfortunate” or “how unfortunate” but I probably wouldn’t peg it as “poor baby!” like the subbers did. It’s probably the tone Uno used that caused them to sub it the way they did.

Here we go again with this Jyugo comeback from episode 1…

It’s around the part where Upa’s trash talking Hachiman that you can identify Upa’s VA is Yuu Kobayashi (SGRS’s Konatsu’s VA). Even Nico is voiced by a dude and yet Upa is not.

(ACCA 5)

Seriously, this blue haired guy (Magie) reminds me of Japan from Hetalia. Must be the haircut.

How does a guy not remember toast? Probably because this is of Japanese origin, where rice and fish are more common than bread.

I still think his name should be Gene Otus.

CGI fits flawlessly into this style, and if you’ve been around these parts long enough, you know I don’t like obvious CGI.

Dowa Travel.

Hotel Akevitt. They have some weird names in this show.

Reindeer…? I’m not very good at identifying deer vs reindeer.

I heard you like wheat bread, so I put some wheat bread in ACCA to keep you happy, Jean. (insert more memes about wheat bread here)

Lotta really likes walnuts, eh?

Crow/Nino’s a free agent hired by Grossular, right?

Ah. I get it. Lotta’ll keep an eye on Nino for Jean.

Isn’t a sandpiper a bird?

Oh. So that’s why Grossular has such long hair.

Lilium’s bro? Gotta remember him for later.

Grossular’s an older Kyosuke Kuga, LOL.

 Anime of 2016, Ranked

Since I have 17 entries this year and it took a lot of shuffling to get right, I’ve decided to show my entire 2016 rankings. Only shows I saw in their entirety at least once over in 2016 (with the exceptions of D Gray Man Hallow and Morose Mononokean, which are applicable through the simulcast commentary process but were only watched to episode 6 before 2016′s end, and fall anime, which due to being AFK at 2016′s end were unfinshable until 2017), and had at least one new seasonal entry in 2016, apply:

17. Prince of Stride Alternative

16. Mr Osomatsu s2

15. D Gray Man Hallow

14. Kiznaiver

13. Morose Mononokean

12. Nanbaka s1: can’t talk about this yet because its s2’s not finished!

11. Classicaloid s1: can’t talk about this yet because it′s not finished!

10. Flip Flappers: The art style and fight scenes really make this a show worth watching. However, it did get somewhat confusing at the end so that’s where most of the drop in the rankings comes from.

9. ReLIFE: While the themes were pertinent and the art style on point, it was a bit plain and there wasn’t much of an explanation as to why the pills work (even if that isn’t Yoake or An’s role). I guess I’m still used to it living in the shadow of Detective Conan, after all.

8. Boueibu s2: This was a step up from s1, but unfortunately there were prime contenders this year that knocked it out of higher places. Also the fact that it does seem more rushed than s1 due to the time constraints does give it a bit of a toll.

7. Bungou Stray Dogs (overall): 2 seasons makes this show stand out as a strong one, especially near the end when it really hits its stride. The fact light novel stories took up up to 4 episodes did make me worried, but the fans definitely have more than enough material to work with as a result, right?

6. Yuri on Ice: I don’t mind the off model in this one if it means the good stuff can come with it, but the fandom is quite intimidating and it was a “show of the year” in ways some people now consider to be a negative thing, so it did suffer a bit from that. I give it merit for the things it does well, but it’s not the saviour of anime the talk of the town can make it out to be.

5. Boku Dake ga Inai Machi: Stunning visuals, a Sayuri ED and good thrills with well executed cliffhangers. My only gripe with this one was the very end, but you’ll have to see the relevant posts for why that is.

4. Boku no Hero Academia s1: Even if it is repetitive, it rises above (Plus Ultra!) to become something more than just a fusion of East and West like I always try to strive for. It’s an emblem and it’s definitely something Horikoshi should be proud of after what happened to Barrage and Oumagadoki Zoo.

3. Sakamoto Desu Ga: This show also managed to go above its repetitive trappings with inventiveness and humour. The fact it’s also touching at exactly the right points shows you why Takamatsu is one of my favourite directors.

2. ConRevo s2: Colourful and politically striking as always, ConRevo was one of the shows I always looked forward to watching, even if it meant staying up past midnight to document things on the wiki. Even if I’m not that fond of the Urobuchi episode, this show managed to reach awesome highs without losing the fans it got from s1.

1. SGRS: With a soundtrack that brings you to the past, humour that can make you laugh no matter how many times you watch it and visuals to wow even the most serious of artists, you can tell SGRS is a labour of love in every aspect. Its second season has already surpassed its predecessor in only 4 or 5 episodes, so...only time will tell whether anything can challenge SGRS for the throne.

 Total:

winter 4

spring 5 (incl. Bungou Stray Dogs s1)

summer 4

fall 5 (incl. Bungou Stray Dogs s2)

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[HR] Yellow Fog

There was heavy rain throughout the past week when Billy made his last stop on the highway. It was a Wednesday night, in the early morning hours. His routine around the area demanded he go up and down the interstate.

Making deliveries was his job, and he couldn’t let anything slow him down. Rain, hail, snow—none of that mattered. Billy had to do his job, and he had to do it fast. And he knew it had to be done so fast that it came at the cost of driving safely.

Complaints only came from the few other people who were on the road with him at night. He always felt terrible about cutting someone off. Deep down, Billy hoped it’d make the bosses say he could drive slower going forward.

They let him know about the complaints—it was their obligation. But they never said to drive any slower. It made him feel amazed that he never even got a speeding ticket.

“One of these days,” he told management. “There might be an accident, you know.”

Billy’s boss was silent at first, but gave him a strange look and said, “Look, you’ll be fine.”

And that was the end of his last complaint.

Speeding down the interstate in the summers wasn’t as bad as the winters. The cold always brought in snow and ice, but summer brought in a different flavor of danger. On and off, the hot days delivered rain too heavy for his windshield wipers to keep up with as he drove the food truck.

He had to squint to see properly, not only because of the rain, but the inevitable clouds of fog. They wandered along the highway like aimless deer, looking for a place to rest. Sometimes he felt thankful just to make it to each stop without any problems.

Billy thought about quitting plenty of times, but he didn’t have anything else lined up. He spent his free time after work, searching for other jobs on Monster and Indeed, but never got any bites.

He’d look over at his sleeping five-year-old daughter when he applied for tens of jobs at a time, and think, There’s gotta be a better way to support you. I can’t give up.

That lucky day hadn’t come, but the resilience and determination never faded.

“Maybe I can find something in the afternoon,” he told himself in the truck.

The wipers were on their fastest setting. It was just enough to let him see, and the fog had already settled in. It was plaguing the highway like a disease that always came back. His throat dried with creeping fear.

Please, he thought. Just let me make it.

All he had on his side was the vague outline of the road, and the fact that he was alone in these hours.

“Thank God,” he said. “Nobody else out tonight.”

Billy didn’t mind what was outside the guardrails, only the exit he was approaching. It led to the next restaurant and gas station he had to stop at.

It was part of a chain in the Northeast United States that had the business hours of a casino. On top of gas, it had a kitchen that sold subs, fried food, and drinks that were made on demand. From what he saw, the kitchen was always busy, customers or not. If there wasn’t food being made, there was cleaning to do.

Billy always had his qualms about the driving job. But he never told anyone outside his apartment that he didn’t envy the grunts who manned the kitchens and cash registers.

As he drifted to the exit lane, a new strain of fog had already rolled off the shoulder. Behind it, the soaking wet grass shriveled to a sickly beige. The fog that crept out onto the highway was a translucent yellow, but nothing Billy noticed. It stood at the end of the exit, waiting.

When Billy drove to it and stopped to make a turn, the fog hadn’t moved around his truck. It dissipated, moving underneath the hood as if it were sucked into a vacuum.

Billy looked both ways out of habit, didn’t see anyone coming, and turned right. And there it was. The gas station was just to his left. There were only a few more locations to deliver frozen and refrigerated supplies to tonight.

After he pulled up and rushed everything inside, Billy only noticed one staff member that night. It was a supervisor, in his all-black uniform, wiping the counters with a distressed look on his face. Nobody was behind the register. No one manning the rest of the floor.

Billy grabbed a few snacks to hold him over and went up to the register. The supervisor looked over and sprinted over to ring him up.

“Hey,” Billy said. “Where’s the rest of the night shift?”

Winded, the supervisor replied, “Walked out. And I can’t get a hold of any managers. They’re not answering their phones. They’re probably asleep.”

“What do you mean ‘walked out’?”

“They all walked out at the same time tonight. Maybe a good twenty minutes ago. I overheard from the back office. Apparently, one of the boys liked to play the lottery. He managed to get lucky and win a pur-retty nice chunk of change. Guess he brought the cash in his backpack and told everyone he’d split it evenly with them if they all just walked out together.”

The story hit Billy like no other. It took all his strength not to laugh and say, “good for them.” But he knew he’d tell all his friends once daylight struck.

The supervisor finished their transaction and said, “I’ll be right back. Just gotta try and do some of the outside garbage before another customer might come.”

As the shift lead threw on his coat and left, Billy went to one of the tables with his food. He didn’t even want to look at the food truck. A moment away just to eat was a good enough break.

A few minutes of silence passed. There was nothing but the sound of ongoing rain outside. It was tempting to drift off and take a nap, but he managed to resist. He was woken up from his trance by an exploding boom-boom-BOOM.

It was coming from outside, but loud enough to shake the empty parking lot. It had to have been the thunder. But it sounded like it was right next to him.

Another few seconds, and Billy jumped up at the scream piercing through the rain. It was the sound of a mortal wound.

He ran out the door and saw the truck. The hood was pushed open with a monstrous force. It was dented outward and reshaped to an arch. The engine itself was torn to bits, eaten away. A mix of fluids was leaking and gently spilling to the pavement.

Billy ran to the gas pumps that were shielded with an enormous, flat cover, and saw the shift lead. He lay motionless, out of the rain, on his stomach with a small pool of deep red around the neck.

Turning over the supervisor onto his back, Billy felt his heart clench in his chest. The supervisor’s face was chalk white, with an expression of wordless terror carved in his skin. His neck was wide open, the throat itself torn out, surrounded by deep bite marks.

Billy let go of the man’s body and ran toward the front door to call an ambulance. But as he dialed for 911, he noticed a shape lingering over the edge of the gas pumps, cloaked in the yellow fog.

Its overall outline resembled a human being’s, starved to the bones. But it was coated in a thick, brown fur. A pair of large, outstretched wings protruded from its shoulder blades. Enormous pointed ears sat atop its head. It had a set of teeth pointed like daggers; its entire mouth covered in blood.

In an instant, the bat-like thing spotted Billy, and leapt off the roof of the gas pumps. The distance was inhuman, no less than twenty feet.

Billy tripped back, landing on his tailbone. The thing had pinned him down, forcing him to stare into its beady black eyes. He opened his mouth to scream, but couldn’t make a sound as it crunched its teeth deep into his neck.

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