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freddie-77-ao3 · 9 months ago

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Percy Jackson-esque Chapter Titles for a fic i'm writing:

We have friends in holy places (and unholy- Hello Lady Hera!)

What’s Up, Random Person, We’re Kidnapping and Adopting You

Yeah, The Beach Is Nice- Thank You For Not Drowning Us

Hazel Was Dead and Still Knows More Than You

Thank Fuck For The Egyptian- How the Hell Did We End Up In Great Britain

Annabeth Is Obsessed and Bianca Is Possessed- There Goes Christmas

Question Of Our Lives and Today Especially: What The Hell Is Going On?!

Now Would Be A Good Time To Be Anyone Else

Call The Police Because We May Have Just Murdered A Mortal

Ask And You Shall Receive… Sometime In The Next Twenty Years Probably

A Guinea Pig, A Dandelion, A Pine Tree, An Olive Tree and Two Embarrassed Girls Walk Into A Bar

Satan Or Santa? Neither Should Exist And Yet Somehow They’re Both Knocking On Our Tent Door

A Slight Reprieve From The Last Chapter: Connor Comes For You With The Question ‘Do Tents Have Doors?’

And We’re Back, Why Did You Guys Think Our R&R Would Last Long?

Sugar, Spice, Almost Dying Twice (Today)

Would You Put ‘Cheating Death Almost Daily’ Under Experience Or Special Skills?

An Inspirational Trip Through Hell- Persephone Makes Good Brownies

Those Commercials Where People Screw Up The Most Basic Of Tasks In The Most Idiotic Fashion Ever Describes The Current Situation

As The Prophecy Foretold (We Made It Up, But It Came True)

Living Normally? In This Economy?

And Then The Wolves Came… Sike (Thank Fuck)

The Snails Paced Chocolate Bunny Gives Mixed Messages But Good Cereal

What The Hades Is Going On, Someone Explain

Apparently Exploding A Volcano Makes Us 'Irresponsible’

Why Are Cats So Vengeful

Oh Look! An Unhelpful Old Person!

The Adults Are More Annoying Than Leo Valdez and Nico Di Angelo Put Together

They Scream For Ice Cream, I Scream For Sanity

McDonald’s And Raising The Dead- Tuesday Never Looked So Good

Unfortunately, I’m Still Not Dead Or A Dolphin (Not For Lack Of Effort)

Eggs Apparently Don’t Like Being Lost At Sea

I’m Packing Up My Crayons And Leaving

Viva La Pluto, Fuck You Guys

A Guide To Giving Up

Hopefully We Can Do This Without Dying This Time

Lady Dirt Face Fucks Us Over- Apparently Today CAN Get Worse

Apparently The Horse Is A God, And Honestly, Fuck The World- But Not You Potty Sludge

If Love Is In The Air Then We’re Wearing Gas Masks- How We Almost Started A War On Accident

If Love Is An Open Door We Should Close It- Aphrodite And Cupid Both Suck

Vegan Ice Cream Sandwiches For One

I Call Shotgun (Said The Invisible Girl and The Literal Ghost)

I Fucked My Way Into This Mess, I’ll Fuck My Way Out Of It

Things Go Horribly Wrong (Or Horribly Right? It’s Hard To Tell At This Point)

The Fine Art Of Bullshit

We Are Being Hunted And Killed (Why Is This Normal And How Can We Stop It?)

Previously On ‘The Chaos Chronicles”

Cool, Cool, Cool, Cool. Actually It’s Not- Who Lit Katie’s Hair On Fire?!

I’d Like To Say This Is Shocking, But That Would Just Be A Lie

One Hundred And One Monsters, And Twenty Times A Therapist Was Needed

I Am Honestly Surprised That We Are Still Alive, And Apparently So Are The Gods

You Will Never Be A God

Blackmail Only Works If I Care

An Offer I Can Definitely Refuse

Hush Little Baby, Don’t You Cry, You’ll Give Away Our Location, And Then We’ll Die

Only Come Back With Back Up Or A Burger- Maybe Donuts

Doomsday Or Not, Let Me Go Back To Bed, I Haven’t Slept In A Week And I Don’t Care

Practise Doesn’t Make Perfect, Practise Makes A Forest Fire And A Flood

Sea Foam Speaks and A New Person Shatters My Dreams

The Labyrinth Apparently Doesn’t Murder The Already Dead, So Can We Just Die Already?

For A Moment I Forgot Gravity, And As It Seems So Did The Sky, Which Is Good Because I’d Hate To Die Before Breakfast

And God Told Us To Run A Marathon- What Happened To Normal Executions?

At Some Point The Universe Just Needs To Kill Us

There Is Not Enough Faith For This,

No Words Can Explain Dan, The God Of Moths and Accidental Demon Summoning

The Endless and Mysterious Ocean Becomes A Bit Less So, And I Should Have Paid For Diving Lessons

If Best Plus Bitter Equal Better, Then I Am Way Better Than Everyone

Firecrackers And Actual Crackers- Where Is The Cheese

He Likes Art. Terrible Art, But Still Art So I Suppose I’ll Forgive The Sword Through My Head

Hazel Drives Worse Than Thalia Which Says A Lot Because Thalia Crashed Into A Lake- Oh Wait

What Do You Do When The World Almost Ends- And No Nico, The Answer Isn’t Go To McDonalds

This Wasn’t Supposed To Happen (Just Like Me)

Can I Rewrite My Life Story, Because If So I’m Starting With This

I Wasn’t Prepared For Parenthood When I Stopped A Kidnapping, I’m Seven

Patting My Own Back, No One Appreciates Me, Fuck This And Really The Rest Of My Life

Apparently Dying Is Not An Excuse For Being Late, So Fuck You Too

Buying Happy Meals For The Dead Isn’t An Excuse For Being Late

Caped God? I Was Hoping You Had Said Cape Cod

Incoherent Screaming Is Our Theme Song, And I Feel A New Episode On

Who Told Apollo He Could Give Us Presents, Because MCR Is Not A Proper Wake Up Call

It’s Jesus Who Ruined Our Lives This Time, Folks

Don’t Awaken The Ancient One, She Has Anxiety

I Did Not Know That Could Kill Someone, But You Learn Something New Every Day

The Gods Themselves Want Me Dead, You’re Not Special, Todd

Doritos And Death, A How To On Properly Waking And Raising The Dead Featuring A Trip To Alaska

What Was I Thinking? I’m Pretty Certain I Wasn’t

News To No One: The Previously Dead Can’t Drive

I Really Hate Saving The World Actually

How Many Times Is That Threat Going To Work Considering It’s Not Serious? A Surprising Number

Everyone Asks Who We Are, Not How We Are, And Honestly I’m Pretty Hungry

The Gods Hate Me And I Don’t Know Why (I Do Know Why, But I Don’t Care, And Honestly They Shouldn’t Either)

Which Circle Of Hell Are We In Now, Because I Was Not Planning On A Field Trip To Tartarus

We Master The Elements (Some Of Them- We Also Torch And Flood New England)

In Which We Almost Die Again And No One Bats An Eye

Our Lives Would Be Incredibly Saddening If We Could Sit Down And Look At Them, But Leo Burned Our Chairs

The Houseplants Try To Eat Us, And Katie Gets Mad

We Babysit For A God, And Then Adopt His Kids- Surprisingly He’s Fine With This

Dreams Do Come True And That Is Absolutely Not A Good Thing

There Goes My Best Bargaining Chip (Oh And Also His Head)

A Series Of Horrible Decisions- Who Decided I Was The Leader

Hylla, Please Don’t Leave Us- Oh, You Can Give Us A Box Of Cereal? Nevermind

Sunshine And Rainbows Are Meant To Mean Happiness Not War- Iris and Apollo Destroy Things

Please Don’t Hit Me With Another Brick

We Were Happy And Then There Was A Giant Pigeon

Oh My Holy Fucking Shit That Was Not The Right Lever

In Which Swimming With Sharks Almost Leads To Death And Yet Saves Our Lives

There Is No Highway To Hell As It Turns Out, Only Backroads, And Now Nico And Thalia Are Disappointed

And Then The Sky Almost Crushed Us Because It Fell And Honestly I’m Never Trusting You Again

There Goes Normal Society, Say Bye-Bye, Miranda

Are We Supposed To Live Through This?

The Dick Who Hands Out Toothbrushes Also Assigns Us A Death Quest And This Is Why We Don’t Celebrate Holidays

Sorry For Cursing You Out, Please Fix My Life

The Plan Checks Out- We Can Do This! (Spoiler Alert- We Can’t)

Three Hundred And Sixty Five Times We Can Say Fuck In A Hour

Please Let Me Pass Out On Your Lawn

Apparently Yelling Fuck At The Sky Is Considered ‘Disrespectful’ And I Haven’t A Fucking Clue Why

Yes Sir, That Is A Lot Of Blood, And No Sir, She Doesn’t Need That Leg

That One Time We Accidentally End Up In The Slaughter Sea, And How That Manages To End Up With A New Leader Of The Amazon Empire And Thalia Gets A Girlfriend

Yes, I’m Aware I Look Gay, Thank You Very Much, I’m Here To Be Queer

This Person Is Nico di Angelo With Less Shits To Give, And Honestly That Scares Me

A Good Idea With Bad Results And A Bad Idea With Surprising Results- The Ending Will Astound You

Never Thought I’d Literally Be Shut In The Closet Again, But Life’s Full Of Surprises

One Million Pounds Of Oranges And Sadness, Sixty Thousand Pounds Of Mangos, And A Truck Full Of Happiness- Monsters Not Welcome

Who Packed The Blueberry Muffins?

Nevertheless She Persisted, And Yet Just Like That, She Gave Up

What The Hell Is This, What The Hell Is That, Why The Hell Am I Here, What The Hell, *Moonwalks Into Hell*: A Brief Summary Of Life

All Is Fair In Being The First One In The Shower

We Accidentally Summon An Army Of Lost Souls

All Our Nightmares Come True And We Prove We’re Idiots

Life Gave ‘Lia Lemons. She Squeezed Them In My Eyes. Please No More Lemons.

Trying To Play Nice To The Gods Never Ends Well. In Other Words, Percy Is An Olive Tree

What’s Happening? I’m Digging My Own Grave, That’s What

Finger Guns, Peace Signs, and Middle Fingers To Nowhere- Home At Last

In Jason’s Defense, He Tried, But The Dragon Was More Interesting

Keeping A Family Alive Can Be Difficult, Especially With No Education and More Monsters A Day Than Cash (Twenty Dollars)

Thalia Tries To Sing Over Annabeth And Percy Arguing And All That Happens Is A Noise Complaint

At This Point, Murder Is Less Of A Passing Thought And More Of An ‘It’s Only A Matter Of Time’

Cousin Bonding Time Doesn’t Usually Include The Gods, But There Are Burgers So…

According To The Crazy Titan Lord Kronos, Asking If A Newborn Looks Like A Rock Is A Question That Will Result In The Death Of The Asker

Oh Joy, I’m Facing Scrutiny Over My Love Life From Immortal Preteens

Oh Things Couldn’t Be Worse When Your Parents Run The Universe Oh Things Couldn’t Be Worse When There’s A Vote To Kill Us (Leo stop using Jazz hands!)

We Have The Worst Family Reunion Ever 3.0

Barbed Wire Instead Of String, The Fates Hate Me More Than You Might Think

Zombies, Zombies Everywhere, Wave Your Hands Up In The Air

The World Is A Different Place When You Know What The World Is (Spoiler Alert: It’s Your Murderous Great Grandma)

The Refrigerator Seems Empty, Much Like My Soul

Ah, The Smell Of Success, It Smells Like Bullshit

My Heart Is Broken (Like Those Crackers That Bianca’s Eating)

Utter Chaos: Now Featuring Camp Half Blood And Literal Blood

Family Drama Destroys My Life

Family Drama 2.0: Family Drama Destroys California

So Then A God Says We ‘Will Save Humanity’, And Thalia Says ‘What The Fuck’

Two Middle Aged Women Start Screaming In Walmart

The Main Braincell Holder Is Asleep, God Doesn’t Exist, And Starting Forest Fires Is A Normal Way To Deal With Stress

Hell Is Just Life On Steroids

Queerly Beloved, We Are Gathered Here Togay… A.K.A. A Bet Ruins Rachel Elizabeth Dare’s Life

Normal People Would Avoid This, But The Two Most Normal People Here Used To Be Dead Or Will Die When A Stick Lights On Fire, So We Can’t Have High Hopes

We Try (And Fail, But Hey, It’s The Thought That Counts, Right?)

So THAT’S Where The Greek Fire Went. Sorry, Bus Driver.

Percy Has His Gay Awakening In The Form Of His Grandfather (Technically. He’s Also Technically His First Cousin Once Removed Or Something- Annabeth’s cousin maybe?)

You're Annoying Me To Death With Your Monologue So I Have To Kill You Now

What Can Go Wrong Will Go Wrong Doesn’t Mean You Should Set My Bed On Fire

Thalia Does Shock Therapy Meaning She Electrocutes People When They Say Things

We Should Know By Now That Yelling Doesn't Solve Things But We Don’t, And The Gods Don’t Either

Most Of My Life Is Incredibly Traumatizing, But This Is New

Who The Fuck Invited The Norse?!

Okay, I Thought The Norse Were Enough, Why Are The Magicians Here?

Wow. Popcorn. The Roman’s Worst Nightmare.

So First The World Almost Ends, And Then The World Ends But It Gets Better, And Now It’s Ending Again?

Prophecies Can Fuck Off, And So Can Apollo

“Treacherous Nephew In The Tuxedo” Should Sound Funny, But It Doesn’t, And That Makes Leo Sad

Why Is A Titan Making Dad Jokes?

Falling Into A Dumpster Was The Highlight Of My Day, What Is Life

Grieving For The Living Is Just As Hard As Grieving For The Dead

Please Forget That I Tried To Kill You

In My Defence, An Invisible Higher Power Who Has The Ability To Strike Me Down Made Me Do It

Let Out A Boo For The Boom Man

Twenty McDonald’s Happy Meals And A Gun- Godly Gifts Are Awesome

We Enter The Maze Of Doom (This Time With Fabulous Prizes)

Two Brothers Are Not Happy As A Sister Cheers On Two More Brothers As They Duel To The Death- (Triton & Tyson & Kymopoleia & Percy & Anteus Have Sibling Bonding Time)

The Eight Year Old With A Gun Manages To Save And Then Destroy A Life

Hello, I’m Queer, And Full Of Fear. Please Kill Me Now

Children Try To Make Plans (It Doesn’t Go So Well)

Thalia Grace Once Again Proves That Being A Demigod Really Fucking Sucks

It Don’t “Do Be Like That Sometimes” Leo, We Are In HELL

#pjo hoo toa #pjo #riordanverse #pjo series #pjo fandom #fanfiction #family forged

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watchyourdigits · 1 year ago

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Falloutober Day Two:

Neon

I'm slowly catching up on these lol

This isn't a re-write like day one was, but I'm keeping with the theme of it being Frankie-centric. It's one of those in-between moments. The inspiration is Danse's fascination with Frankie's Pip Boy, which was only briefly mentioned in the main fic. Enjoy~

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: mild sexual language, canon typical violence

Ship: Paladin Danse x male Sole Survivor

Frankie wasn't oblivious to the way Danse would watch as he entered coordinates into his Pip Boy. He'd frequently catch him staring, even more so as time went on.

At first he didn't seem to trust the device on Frankie's wrist. It was understandable, a natural reaction to that which one didn't fully comprehend. Lately, Danse seemed more fascinated by it than anything. The shift in opinion only came after Frankie had shown him that it was a useful navigational tool.

Danse didn't realize Frankie was aware of his observations of him. The gas mask served him well in that sense. Frankie would make a point to subtly turn his arm so he could watch from afar whenever Danse would shoot curious looks his way.

He never got too close. This bothered Frankie more than he cared to admit. He was more than willing to show him how the Pip Boy worked, but Danse was never keen on asking, and Frankie was too proud to offer.

The more they worked together, the more Frankie became accustomed to who Danse was as a person, odd habits and all. In fact, he actually found himself growing fond of the Paladin. It certainly helped that he'd been laying off on the critical nitpicking.

Danse was meticulous in everything he did and Frankie would be lying if he, too, didn't give his fair share of stolen glances whenever he'd find him working on his power armor during the quieter moments that preceded sleep.

Frankie wanted to ask him more about it; he hadn't been in the division that had utilized power armor during the Great War. It had fascinated him, though only up until he'd nearly been killed in Concord his first day in the Commonwealth.

Frankie didn't think he'd ever forget the claustrophobia of the deathclaw's massive foot pressing down on his chest, nearly caving his ribs in as it ripped the helmet clean off. If he ever did, all he had to do was look in the mirror to be reminded of it.

Still, seeing Danse work sparked the flame of his curiosity again.

There was a particularly bad storm raging outside on the day Frankie finally approached him on a whim. They were hunkered down in a series of interconnected buildings they'd cleared of ferals. Danse boarded up the doors with scrap Frankie had collected, both in agreement to wait out the torrential downpour.

Frankie had cleansed himself of the battle and was about to fetch Danse for him to take his turn scrubbing off in the privacy of the upper levels. It wasn't quite a shower, but neither of them were strangers to having to make do.

The power armor stood under the high ceilings of what used to be a dining room. Danse's uniform was unzipped halfway, pulled down to his hips, where he'd tied it loosely to keep it from getting in the way. Beside that, he only wore a stained undershirt that left little to the imagination.

Talk about violating uniform code. Holy fuck. He's built like a goddamned Plummer bull. Bet he bucks real good, too…

Frankie leaned against the doorway for a minute or two, ogling Danse's broad back as he tinkered with the metal plating.

"Those things have a Geiger counter built in, right?" Frankie blurted.

His mouth was great at taking the reins whenever before his mind could think better of it. It was both a blessing and a curse, given that damn near half the shit he said left him wondering why the hell he'd even said it in the first place.

This was one of those times because, right up until he'd spoken, he probably had the chance to sneak back upstairs for some time to himself.

Danse turned slightly, looking up at him. He hadn't been startled or even at all surprised that he was there. Maybe it had been too late anyway, or so he told himself. Some solace was better than none.

Frankie peeled himself off the door frame and sauntered further into the room, pulling over a chair and straddling it as he continued to watch, closer now. Danse didn't continue his work. He instead focused on Frankie's movements.

"Affirmative," he finally replied, only once Frankie had settled.

Frankie watched as he pulled a rag from where he'd tucked it into the knotted arms of his uniform. Danse wiped his hands off, his expression unchanged at the decision to sit by him.

"If you ever need the current radiation levels, you can always inquire."

Frankie snorted, lifting his arm to show off the device strapped to his wrist.

"Naw, I've got a Geiger too."

Danse's jaw twitched, his eyes flickering to the Pip Boy, then back to Frankie's covered face.

"A navigational system and a Geiger counter? What else could that model possibly be capable of?"

It was almost a real question, but there was a hint of disapproval, too, with a little sarcasm to tie the sentiment together neatly.

If he understood the technology, maybe he wouldn't be so weird about it…

Frankie decided to take the risk. He wanted to know more about the power armor, but that could wait.

"Shoot, a hell of a lot actually… You want me to show ya?"

Danse's eyes lit up, enough that Frankie could tell he had him reeled in, his innate thirst for knowledge winning out over his concerns.

If there was one thing he appreciated about Danse, it was his inability to mask how he was truly feeling.

"I… do have a few questions about its functionality…" Danse said hesitantly, almost as if he didn't want to admit to his curiosity. "If you don't mind taking the time, of course."

"My-oh-my, aren't you a gentleman," Frankie crooned, causing Danse to flush a little around the part of his neck that was visible above his shirt.

Damn, if it's that easy to make him go redder'n a tomato… We might have some problems soon.

Danse's particular brand of bashfulness was causing his stomach to flip, twisting itself up in knots, yet Frankie was more focused on the release of another kind of tension he didn't even realize he'd been holding.

"Just kiddin' around," Frankie said, taking back his normal tone of voice. "It ain't no trouble to me… Hey, can I be truthful with ya for a sec?"

"Always, soldier."

"Well, if I'm bein' honest, I've been waitin' for you to ask. You stare a lot."

The redness at Danse's collar crept rapidly upward. He stood slowly as if he were processing how to handle that. He stretched out his back and rubbed his neck uncomfortably.

Frankie felt a little guilty for what he'd done to the poor bastard so he stood as well, dragging his chair back over to the table it called home. He gestured for Danse to sit and took a seat beside him.

He scooted the chair closer to the Paladin, placing his arm on the table between them for him to analyze.

"This is the main screen. It's got-"

"How does it display your health like that? Or is that for show?" Danse asked, frowning at the indicators on the screen as he cut Frankie off.

Frankie knew the Pip Boy system inside and out. He didn't have to look at it much at all to point to the various blips on the screen. This left him free to watch Danse's face, savoring the various expressions he donned as he leaned in to get a better look at the screen. The neon green glow cast reflected in his dark eyes in a way that was damn near hypnotic.

"When you first put it on each day, it takes a small blood sample. It feels like a pinprick. The rest of the time, it just records basic vitals. Blood pressure, heart rate, things like that…"

Danse narrowed his eyes at the screen. He brought his hand up to interact with it, almost as if on instinct. Frankie sucked in a quiet, anticipatory breath. Danse hesitated, hand now hovering over Frankie's arm.

Though Frankie knew he couldn't possibly see him through the mask, when Danse turned his gaze on him, he felt like he was being stared straight through.

Exposed, vulnerable, willing… Those were among what few words crossed the invisible barrier into Frankie's conscious thoughts.

"Do you mind if I…?" Danse asked gently.

He's asking for permission, you idiot. Answer him. Tell him he can do whatever he wants to you while he's at it. Maybe he'll even let you-

Frankie shook his head. He swallowed hard, saliva chasing salacious comments down the back of his throat.

If it were anyone else, he would've made a move by now. Why he was so preoccupied with not burning this bridge in particular was beyond him. Nothing mattered anymore, right?

"Naw. Go to town."

Smooth. Real smooth, Frankie.

Danse was none the wiser to the double-entendre. He pursed his lips in concentration as he turned his attention back to the Pip Boy. He tapped at a few things on the screen before frowning once more, his exquisitely large hands blocking Frankie's view of what he'd done.

"Interesting… It says you're of exceptional health, yet your heart rate is concerningly high for someone of your fitness level. Ninety-three, and steadily increasing… Are you feeling alright?"

Of course he'd check out the fuckin' vitals first instead of Atomic Command.

Frankie coughed, clearing his throat again. He nodded and looked away from Danse, feeling something resembling shame for the first time in his life.

"You're a quick learner, ain't ya?"

He didn't need Danse to make him aware of the rate at which his heart was hammering away at his ribcage.

Danse stared at him expectantly as he awaited a proper answer, his brow furrowed.

"Never been better," he lied hoarsely, his mouth suddenly dryer than a desert in mid-July.

His thoughts ran at a mile a minute, not unlike his heart. The Pip Boy gave a single beep as a warning popped up, letting them both know he'd stabilized somewhere around a hundred and two.

Do they still have deserts nowadays, or did the apocalypse screw up all the climates? Can't be, I'm sweatin' like hell itself… Christ alive, I need to get laid. Maybe MacCready would be down for-

"Your resting heart rate is about double what it should be. We need to get you to a doctor immediately," Danse insisted.

"The senor's messed up again. Damn this two-hundred-somethin'-year-old tech. Totally unreliable, just like you said."

Frankie jerked his arm away in a way that would've been obvious to most people. Not to Danse, though, who didn't appear to think anything of it.

"You should go wash up," Frankie suggested in the beat of silence that followed.

He glared down at his Pip Boy as if it could somehow save him from the situation it had gotten him into.

Talk about wearin' your heart on your sleeve.

"I don't think that's necessary. I was in my po-"

Frankie interrupted a bit more harshly than intended.

"Listen, the smell of ghoul guts ain't most folks' idea of sexy."

It took Danse approximately a century to leave the room, making sure to pack away his tools first. All the while, Frankie tried to figure out if the Pip Boy was capable of either turning him invisible or self destructing, maybe even both. He didn't exactly care about the particulars, just so long as he didn't have to feel Danse staring at his back.

Great, now he thinks you're physically unwell AND mentally unstable.

Fortunately, Danse didn't say anything as he trudged his way up the creaking stairs. It wasn't until his heavy footsteps faded away that Frankie took a deep, shaky inhale, finally able to breathe again.

#like last time this was an absolute blast to write #i was really stuck on this prompt for a while too so i'm happy i at least made *something* out of it #anyway obligatory catorizing tag time #danse x frankie #danse x male sole survivor #danse x male sosu #ficlet time

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jakey-beefed-it · 2 years ago

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For kind of a long time (a few years, at the minimum, probably about five) I’ve had this backburner idea to collect some imperial guard/astra militarum and convert and paint them up to be Ultramar Defense Auxilia.

I don’t want to clutter up anyone’s dash, so the rest of this very self-indulgent post goes under the cut.

There have been a few impediments to this project. First was my indecision about what, exactly, the UDA is. Is it more like guardspeople, or tempestus scions? Following the latter idea for a bit, I made some Necromunda enforcers a while back.

And I like them, they’re neat, but they definitely feel too elite to be regular guardsmans, and they don’t especially feel very... Ultramar, aside from the paint job and the transfers. Plus it’s hard to get a bunch of rifles for them to make them work as either guardsmans OR scions. And finally they are, fundamentally, too obviously militarized cops. And, you know, ACAB.

Before you start in, yes, any Imperial army is going to be bastards to one degree or another. Any guardsman is going to be, at best, a shell-shocked veteran who no longer buys the propaganda but keeps their mouth shut on pain of being shot. Hence me going for what I consider to be the minimally bastardly Imperial soldiers- the Defense auxilia of Ultramar. They’re not generally following the Ultramarines into combat in this or that war zone across the galaxy, they’re just taking up arms to defend their own goddamn planets from the ‘nids or the Death Guard or whatever else GW wants to rain down upon the 500 worlds. Which, yeah, are fundamentally Imperial in a very Roman sense. And the Romans were very much Bad People who have no place in any sort of ‘best practices’ government advice, but like. Arguably not as bad as a lot of the other influences on 40k, and a lot more time has passed making it a lot less sus (though god knows there are still lots of right-wing weirdos into Rome) to dig the aesthetic.

Ok. Other points of inspiration? The Plague Wars, some of the only 40k books I’ve actually bothered to read. Transfers: I have a fuckload of Ultramarine transfers I will never get through even though I already play Ultramarines. Music: Sabaton in general, but especially Attack of the Dead Men and Fields of Verdun. So... a Space Roman World War One aesthetic???

Ok. So, justifications and vague aesthetic in mind, I pondered how to go about this. For a while I poked around 3rd party bits sites, taking note of things that grabbed me. After a while, I had a vague idea what I wanted:

A greatcoat, because greatcoats are cool as hell and make a good place for all that Macragge Blue

A breastplate of some kind- single-piece is fine, though lorica segmentata would be ideal

Pauldrons of some kind; again, lorica segmentata style would be best

An enclosed helmet with or without gas mask; these guys would have to be capable of fighting/having fought in the Plague Wars, and if we have learned nothing else from the current pandemic, please let’s have at least learned you don’t want to be breathing in Nurgle-tainted air. Roman theming on the helmet would be ideal, but I can find literally no such thing in guard-scale. A few for marines, which would’ve been keen to know about before painting my hundreds of Ultramarines, but so it goes.

A las-rifle that looked a bit more ‘historical’, somewhere between late renaissance flintlocks and bolt-action.

A proper trencher’s haversack. Bedrolls and entrenching tools preferred.

They came out with the death korps of krieg guys in plastic a year or so ago, and they ticked a bunch of these boxes- the greatcoats, the gas masks, the vaguely WW1 looking las-rifles. But the helmets were a bit too close to the stalhelm. Scions helmets instead? But no, they’ve got the pikelhaube spike which is very much a Death Guard thing in 40k, and otherwise look a bit too modern. And no cuirass at all, and their feet aren’t armored at all which simply will not do when greaves were one of the pieces of armor Romans actually did wear.

No greaves?

Then, recently, I found these guys. They’re not as crisp of sculpts as the new death korps or the new cadian guys; more on par with the old Cadian kits, but they have greatcoats, cuirasses, and armored shins. The guns and heads are my least favorite part of the kit, but frankly, I’ve got so many goddamn bitz I can probably replace them with something. And you get 24 of them for less than the price of 10 GW guardsmen. And the idea began to take shape.

For helmets, I’m actually thinking sisters of battle helmets. God knows I still have piles and piles of them. They have a vaguely medieval feel to them, and if you threw a crest on the sergeants and a transverse crest on the officers, they’d read pretty credibly as roman-inspired at least. If I’m feeling sassy, I might even greenstuff up some cheek flap things to add to that impression.

For arms/guns, my ideal would be skitarii pauldrons on death korps arms with skitarii galvanic rifles and death korps bayonets. But that’s not happening because the whole point is to get a kill team’s worth of guys with optional swaps for less than GW price, and even buying just the bits would put this well over budget. So. I think the death korps guns are good enough, the arms are perfect, the bayonets are perfect, I just have to either accept that the pauldrons won’t be perfect or, again if I’m feeling saucy, I can maybe sculpt up a little curved top piece to give a more Roman silhouette.

I think it’s a plan. I have a project in mind for the new year, one that won’t add heaps of models to my pile or put me back all that much money.

Watch this space for further developments, if you’ve read this far and give a shit about wee space mans.

#Jake plays Warhammer 40k

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notknickers · 1 year ago

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first, i love summoning people to my posts. it makes me feel like a king, sitting on his throne in his court, snapping his hands to get his servants and his advisors scrambling.

second, don't you dare be normal about this! normal is boring. normal doesn't come up with interesting headcanons for a thing that only exists in their heads at one in the morning. normal has never contributed to shit when it comes to artistry and creativity.

third, you are not high. you are inspired. (and, probably, a little bit high.) have you ever heard of a famous poet, writer or artist not having one or more addictions and mental illnesses? no, you haven't. and if you have, you haven't all the same.

with that out of the way...

you can do whatever you want with him, because he's in your head! that's brilliant, innit?

but i must warn. careful when you stroke his head: his lips are partially fused together with barbed wire, and some of the spikes stick out. also, see if you manage to get him to remove his gas mask, which is also partially fused to his flesh.

otherwise, pat away!!!

and, yes. perhaps he'll let you stick a hand inside his chest* and feel around a little bit. who knows what you'll find... be careful he doesn't shut his ribcage and trap you inside.

i know he's babygirl, but he's also an avatar of the extinction. he's devious and dangerous as fuck. you are basically sticking a hand inside a steel trap. except it's made of sharp bones and it's alive and full of hatred and need to destroy and annihilate.

(but it's also so romantic that he wants to keep you oh-so-close 😍)

if you lick him, however, know that he's pumped so full of mysterious substances that it will be like licking one of those venomous toads. prepare to be high for hours. prepare for the worst come-down of your life.

* hoigfh🥵dogvbo🥵danfioa🥵eo! is there anything more intimate and erotic than someone letting you stick a fist inside their chest, part their flesh and stroke their organs from the inside? thre's so much trust, devotion and sensation that it shortcircuits my brain... 🤯

@eyerotyourbrain i think i forgot to make this clear. extinction!könig, by the way, is a genetically engineered supersoldier with tubes going in and out of his body, supplying secret substances to keep him going and efficient, and cybernetically enhanced body parts. such as some limbs replaced by super advanced weapons. precision scopes integrated in his eyes. i'm thinking... maybe his rib cage opens and it's either storage or something terrible and deathly is kept in there, for when it is required.

a lot of stuff is embedded in his flesh. organic and synthetic complementing one another. at this point, he is so modified to be the personification of the entity he serves, that i don't know how his brain would react to various stimuli. i'm not even sure he can still speak...

this goes without saying, but i'll say it anyway.

i would still fuck him...

in fact, maybe even more...

but i'm not sure that it would still be possible. i just have this feeling that, in the name of efficiency, a lot of him would be modified and sacrificed...

eh, as long as he can be thigh-fucked, it's all going to work out just fine ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#the magnus archives #tma #tma entities #the extinction #tma/cod crossover #tma/mwii crossover #call of duty #cod #cod mwii #cod mw2 #könig #konig #extinction!könig

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kimbap-r0ll · 2 years ago

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Hello! Can I ask what it would be like if Chrollo was in a serious relationship with a Kurta s/o? The Kurta finds out he was the one who killed their clan and now hates him like how Kurapika does. What lengths will Chrollo go through to get them back? Would he even let them go? And this someone he is deeply in love with and has been with for a while.

Hi! Thank you for the ask! This might end up a bit angsty and I made it so Chrollo found out the s/o was Kurta before they find out he’s behind the whole massacre.

If Chrollo was in a relationship with a Kurta, he would have probably not known they were Kurta to begin with. Maybe you left the village like Kurapika to explore the world before Chrollo massacred your brethren.

I also imagine that Chrollo likely killed the Kurta because of two reasons. One, it’s profitable, and it’s not like stealing is anything new for Meteorites (I am calling Meteor City ppl this!). Two, there is likely some kind of a grudge against the Kurtas that either he or the entirety of Meteor City has, thus causing the massacre. It’s likely he thought of the massacre as two birds and one stone.

Either way, I can imagine that the shock for you was so big that you just try to forget it happened and you never mentioned it to him. You even wore different clothing to make sure no one knew you were Kurta in case people were inspired to continue the massacre on you. You first met him while doing something mundane and eventually became friends (though you did not have the chance to meet him a lot due to his work which he said was just “a lot of traveling”). You guys get close, and everything seems to be going well until one day you decide to open up to him about this. He’s always listened to you and was the one that understood you the best (or at least that’s what you believe) and so you tell him the truth.

“I’m actually a Kurta, and I’m trying to find the people that killed my clan so I can take revenge, or at least put an end to this ongoing war inside my heart. I felt like I could tell you this, since I trust you,” you said in a shaky voice, tears welling in your eyes as you remembered hearing the news on the morning papers.

Chrollo wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer, you are in a tight embrace. He doesn’t say anything for a while, just stroking your hair with his free hand as you close your eyes.

“Thank you for telling me, I know it must be hard for you. I’m so sorry this had to happen, I can’t imagine the pain you have had to endure all those years,” he says, and you feel tears slide down your face. It was true, he really was the one that you could rely on. He would be the one to stick by your side no matter what happens, he would be the family you lost in that dreadful massacre.

Or so you want to think.

He’s plotting. All those feelings he had before, whether they were genuine or not, disappear the moment you tell him the truth. You’re a Kurta, so he knows you’re bound to plot against him. Perhaps, he could use this chance to get your eyes if you are also fully Kurta, perhaps a whole head to sell on the black market would be better. It could help fund more things for Meteor City, perhaps new gas masks for the citizens that work there or maybe even weapons for the people to retaliate against forces that try to take things away from Meteor City. I just can’t see Chrollo not acting instinctively as his cold self. Even if you guys were in a serious relationship, he might feel a pain in his heart knowing what would happen and how he really liked you, but he knows that leaving a single Kurta alive would be a hassle. Now if he knew about Kurapika, he would know the dangers it would cause to have not one but TWO. So, he tries to shut down his emotions for you as fast as possible, even if it means giving up something he only dreamed and read about: love. He wants to keep you but knows that’s bound to be bad for him and his troupe, so he will let you go pretty quickly. He won’t show it however, and may act like you two are still together in that deep relationship. He’s a master at acting, so why not keep the show going until the finale?

You find out eventually as you find out there is another Kurta survivor. You meet Kurapika one day, while you are in a marketplace close to the Kurta village. You visit here often just to feel somewhat at home, but you can’t find yourself going into forest due to the emotions that haunt you.

“Y/n?” you hear a familiar voice and turn around to see a young man with blond hair. He is wearing traditional Kurta clothing. You drop whatever you were holding and run to him. Another Kurta was alive!

While you to converse and catch up on what happened in your lives, you find out that the Phantom Troupe is behind this. Kurapika talks of a man with a cross on his forehead, and a coat marked with an upside down cross. You feel your heart stop for a moment. You don’t know about the forehead tattoo, but you know about the coat. You had borrowed it one day while it was cold from your boyfriend.

Then things start to connect; Chrollo’s apparent nickname as “boss,” his traveling, how he got his hands on such expensive things that weren’t even on sale, the scary friends he would sometimes bring along.

“His name was-“

“Chrollo Luclifer, right?” you finish Kurapika’s sentence, and he looks at you with a surprised face.

“How do you know this man?” he questions, but before you can say anything, you feel yourself shake your head and tears fogging your vision once again.

You had trusted a man with your life, you had been living in a dreamworld. When you thought you had finally met your other half, he was the one that destroyed your world. You don’t tell Kurapika you had been in a relationship with the killer, in fear he may not trust you.

From there, you plead to Kurapika to work with him, but he will decline saying he’s better working alone and doesn’t want to pull you into trouble. You nod, exchange phone numbers, and bid him farewell and good luck. From here, you now have to decide if you go back to meet the leader of the Phantom Troupe, or just run away. But your heart seems to go to a third direction; kill him.

Something snaps in you as you remember all the faces of your friends and family that you no longer can see. You can’t run in the forest and return to the Kurta homes, you don’t have Pairo, your neighboring childhood friend, play with you. Sadness turns into anger, and you grab your phone and immediately call your boyfriend, no, the man who took away everything you had.

“Let’s meet up, preferably at night, in the place we first met,” you tell him. It was an abandoned church, a place perfect to exorcise demons.

Chrollo catches on, smiling to himself knowing his predictions of your anger towards him were correct.

“Sounds lovely my dear, I will see you soon.”

#hxh #hxh headcanons #hxh x reader #hxh imagines #hxh scenarios #kurta #chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #hxh chrollo #chrollo x reader #chrollo headcanons #chrollo x y/n #angst #anon ask #phantom troupe #phantom troupe x reader #phantom troupe headcanons #genei ryodan

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pikapelt · 3 years ago

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Old Tigers Can’t Learn New Tricks

Summary: Kotetsu’s tired of being teased about only being able to cook fried rice. He’s prepared to prove them all wrong. No, really.

AN: This takes place somewhere between The Rising and T&B2. Kotetsu and Barnaby are too much of a married couple in the new season that I suspect something finally happened during that time-lapse.

I also just wanna caveat that I haven’t written fanfics in nearly a decade, so I’m really sorry if this is a bit rusty. But these characters have been living rent-free in my brain for nearly a year now and after royally screwing up dinner the other night I felt inspired to write something. That something ended up being 2k words on Kotetsu being the dork we know and love. Hope you all enjoy this!

I don’t have an AO3 account so decided to just post this here.

Shitty title is shitty.

Pao-Lin’s birthday was tomorrow, and the heroes had decided to do a potluck at the work to celebrate. Karina was the main organizer and made sure to stress that there was one rule: it had to be homemade. Something about it being more heartfelt. Which Kotetsu was totally fine with. He was a great cook, ask anyone!

Or at least, he was totally fine with it until Antonio and Nathan both turned to him and ordered him not to make fried rice. Oh come on! He complains to his friend a couple times about all the flack his mom gives him and now it’s a thing? And then Barnaby, his own Bunny, had the audacity to also comment on him not making fried rice for tomorrow. But Pao-Lin loved it when Kotetsu brought them all his signature dish for the babysitting gig!

So, he grumbled an agreement, because lord help him, he was going to prove to everyone that he does in fact know how to cook more than one dish! And it’ll be so damn good it’ll knock the grumpiness right out of those new rookies.

The recipe seemed easy enough. Basically, just some cheesy pasta with broccoli. And hey, Bunny and Kaede kept insisting he needed more vegetables, so look, go him. The ingredients called for stuff Kotetsu had never even heard of before, but that didn’t deter him in the least. When he couldn’t find whatever the hell boursin cheese and malfadine pasta was, he figured gouda and angel hair would be good enough. The picture on the recipe looked like long noodles, and hey, angel hair was long. And who doesn’t love gouda?

Once home, Kotetsu tied on his apron, mentally preparing himself for the amazing dish he was about to make. Glancing down at his phone, he noted that the recipe called for “shaved” broccoli. Pursing his lips, he looked back over to the bag of greens he got and shrugged. Eh, fuck it. Florets were good enough. It was still the same damn broccoli.

Grabbing the two pots he had in the cupboard, Kotetsu filled one with water and the other with broccoli. As he worked on stirring the greens, he noticed the other pot begin to boil, and he quickly added the pasta. Or. He tried to. Attempting to dump half the box into the pot lead to a vast majority of the pasta scattering across the stovetop. Cursing, Kotetsu scrambled to pick up as much of the stringy pasta as he could before he could smell burning. Aaaand now his broccoli was burning. Just great.

Tossing as much of the pasta as he could into the pot, Kotetsu frantically stirred the broccoli to try to salvage what he could. It was going decently, until stray bits of pasta began to catch on fire from the stove’s lit gas. Shit shit shit shit. One hand continuing to stir, Kotetsu grabbed what he could with the other and tossed the flaming bits of pasta into the boiling pot. He prayed to whoever would listen that the flames didn’t decide gluten wasn’t enough and needed to feast on his very exposed wrist.

Fire mostly put out, Kotetsu decided to go ahead and add the cheese to the broccoli. The taste would mask any burnt crisps, probably. Except…ten minutes into letting the cheese sit on the hot pan and the little pieces of shit still weren’t melting. Frowning, Kotetsu turned off all the burners, wiped his hands on the apron, and searched on his phone for the best way to melt gouda. Huh, microwave it is.

Scooping the clumps of cheese out of the pan and into a bowl, Kotetsu shoved them into the microwave and stood as patiently as he could for the next 15 seconds. He cleaned up what he could, tapping his foot anxiously against the tile as he waited for this damn cheese to melt. It would be the only saving grace to this disaster of a meal.

As soon as the ding popped up, he opened the door with a semi-hopeful expression, only for it to drop immediately to see the still solid-looking clumps of gouda. Cursing, he slammed the microwave door shut and nuked them again. And again. And again. By this point it wasn’t so much melted cheese as weird lumpy bits of goo. Having a feeling that this was about as good as it was going to get, Kotetsu groaned and reached for the bowl, only to yelp in pain as the porcelain was significantly hotter than he anticipated. With barely suppressed frustration he yanked a towel off the oven handle and wrapped it around the bowl before grabbing it and dumping the cheese goop onto the pasta.

Mixing everything together as best he could, Kotetsu had his doubts about the food. It….didn’t look appetizing. But hey, looks can be deceiving. Don’t judge a book by its cover. All that jazz. Filling up a small bowl for a test run, Kotetsu took one bite before glaring with pure hatred at the remainder of the pasta. It was fucking disgusting.

Throwing his hands up in surrender, Kotetsu grabbed a beer from the fridge and huffed his way to the living room, not even bothering to clean up the mess he had just made in the kitchen. Pouting as he plopped himself on the couch and cracked open the drink, he took a long hearty swig of the bitter ale as he considered his options. It was too late, and he was too damn frustrated to start over, but maybe he could call Barnaby and help out with his dish? Then he could claim it was a team effort. Kind of a cop-out, but hey, Karina never said it was a rule that he couldn’t.

With a sigh, Kotetsu got back up from his couch to retrieve his phone from the war zone of a kitchen. Barnaby was never gonna let him live this down and he knew it. Hesitating for a moment longer, he let himself call his partner.

It took longer for the line to pick up than he expected, but as soon as he heard a weary hello, Kotetsu felt his lips finally turn up into a smile. “Bunny! Hey, want any help with your potluck dish? You know I’d be more than happy to come over and lend a hand.” There was a brief pause as if Barnaby was taking his time to consider his answer.

“Sorry Kotetsu, I’m just about done here. I mostly need to clean up and then was going to take care of my plants for the rest of the night.” God damn it. There went that plan. Although….

“You, uh, want any help cleaning?” This time, Barnaby did not hesitate to respond with a swift no. Well, guess he was still holding a grudge from last month.

“Aw, c’mon Bunny! You know it was an accident! How was I supposed to know you kept your dish soap and dishwasher gel right next to each other?” There was a bit of a plea in his voice. If he contributed at least something, then he could get away with “helping” make the dish.

“Old man, it took two weeks for the new parts to come in for the repairs. You are never touching my washer again; do you hear me?” An argument was on the tip of his tongue when Barnaby cut him off with a sharp “Do you hear me, Kotetsu?”

Rolling his eyes at his partner, the older man gave a nod. Remembering Barnaby couldn’t see him he quipped “yeah yeah Bunny, I hear ya. I’m old, not senile.”

“Good. Now, is there anything else you needed?” Kotetsu could just hear the smugness in the other man’s voice. God, why did Barnaby have the most punchable yet kissable face? It really gives a guy emotional whiplash.

“Nah, think I’m just gonna watch some tv and call it a night. See ya tomorrow Bunny.” He almost added a ‘love you,’ but knew Barnaby wasn’t quite ready for that kind of send-off. They were taking it slow, and Kotetsu could respect that. Trauma was a bitch.

“Good night Kotetsu,” his partner said softly, before hanging up.

Sighing, Kotetsu placed his phone on the coffee table and glanced over to the kitchen. He was going to need a few more beers before he tackled that mess.

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Juggling four boxes of pizza in one hand as he swiped his badge on the turnstile, Kotetsu looked around nervously. He knew he was going to get flack for not bringing something homemade, but he’d rather deal with that after at least one cup of coffee. Resigning himself to his fate, he headed for the elevators.

And sure enough, one rallying cup of coffee later, Kotetsu’s ass was called out the moment he walked through the sliding door of the gym. All eyes were on him, at least of the heroes who had shown up so far, and Subaru, of course being him, was the first to say something. “Hey! That’s cheating! It was supposed to be homemade, Tiger!”

Sighing, he placed the pizzas on the table where other food was spread out, dividing the boxes in stacks of two for pepperoni and cheese. “Yeah, yeah, I know. But…” He’d been thinking about his excuse since last night. Kotetsu really didn’t want to be the butt end of a joke for the next week because he really can’t make anything besides fried rice. And he sure as shit wasn’t going to admit as much. “Well, something came up with my daughter last night so I kinda ran out of time.”

The annoyed expression on Karina’s face quickly turned into one of panic. “What’s going on with Kaede?”

Shit. Okay, using his daughter as a scapegoat was not a great idea. Eyes wide, he turned to his younger coworker with hands held up. “Oh, no! Nothing’s wrong! She just uh…needed help. With homework.”

The look of panic on the girl’s face slowly transformed into confusion. “Huh? Homework? But usually, she calls me if she’s stuck with something?” Damn it, he forgot Karina was bit of a mentor to his little girl after they met. C’mon Tiger, think of something.

“O-oh, well, it was Japanese homework.” There. That was a safe option. No one would question him on that.

Sure enough, Karina nodded, concern gone. Before Kotetsu could say anything else that could have potentially dug his grave deeper, a hand tightly clamped onto his shoulders. Startled, he looked over to see Keith with his typical million-watt smile. “C’mon guys, let’s not give Mr. Tiger a hard time. I for one love pizza!”

Goddess bless Keith and his overflowing well of optimism. The heroes that were around murmured their agreements and carried on with decorating the gym for Pao-Lin’s birthday.

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Kotetsu had been deep in a conversation with Pao-Lin, Laura, and Ivan when he spotted Barnaby walking through the gym door with a tote bag. Waving excitedly to his partner, he excused himself from the others so he could greet him. The blonde looked around at the table, eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Kotetsu, where’s your pa-“

Kotetsu quickly cut him off, “pizza? Oh, right here Bunny! I know you prefer the one with veggies, but figured I’d play it safe and get the basics for everyone.” Damn it, he forgot he’d showed Barnaby the recipe he found while scrolling through his computer at work. Absolutely avoiding paperwork.

Barnaby raised a brow, quietly commenting, “that bad huh?” before opening his tote and pulling out a large, ceramic serving dish.

Placing it on the table with the rest of the food, the blonde had a small smirk on his lips as he lifted the lid to reveal an entire platter of fried rice. Glancing over to his partner, his smile became more apologetic. “I only told you not to make fried rice so I could surprise you with mine. I think I finally got the recipe right this time.” Kotetsu’s heart swelled at the gesture, wishing he could kiss his Bunny right then and there. Instead, he settled for a gentle hip-check. A silent I love you too embedded in those actions.

“Hey Kid, come try this rice and tell me if it’s any better than mine! I know it’s been a while, but Bunny over here had to steal my thunder, so we need an unbiased judge!”

AN: I imagine Keith bringing in cupcakes with little icing pawprint decorations. Because of course he would.

#taibani #kotetsu x barnaby #t&b2 #t&b #tiger and bunny #tiger & bunny #kotetsu centric #kotetsu t. kaburagi #fanfiction

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lovely-necromancy · 3 years ago

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A Cure for Insomnia CH 1.

This is a reader insert I originally started posting on AO3. I’m cross posting here because I know some of the fandom still lives here.

Quick Disclaimer:

This is a fic I'm writing for my own comfort.

I was inspired by RaeBees (you can check out their works over on Quotev and AO3), and how they characterize the "proxies". Having always seen the characters different than most of the fandom I've interacted with I never really shared my thoughts until now. This work is only placed in the Creepypasta tag so it reaches its demographic. However, I am fully aware of the fact that no main character is considered a Pasta.

It may also appear to lean more Toby X Protag in the beginning but end goal is protag with all three, and Brian and Tim already in a relationship. How I picture it now is a slowburn but Toby and Protag will be in a friends with benefits relationship before either has any feelings, so I think that counts. Some may be confused by the asexual protag tag but it'll be explained in story, as an Ace myself I get frustrated with media that only show one version and say it goes for us all. That being said I don't represent the whole Ace community but I hope to provide a bit more representation for some others out there.

Protag will be depicted as agender, and will have a few tics that stem from their Autism. Again I don't speak for any others with Autism but I hope to provide some representation for those in similar positions.

Tags will be updated as the story progresses. Canon-Typical violence and mental health issues are to be expected if you feel uncomfortable with those aspects I advise you to not engage. This story will also have a lot of NSFW themes and scenes so I highly discourage anyone under the age of 18 from viewing this work. You will get warnings on chapters with NSFW and I will make it skippable as well.

I'm also very nitpicky and gave the main characters birthdays just because it irritates me when it gets mentioned once and you have to do the math or imagine your own conversation when a birthday was too close to a character's.

Tim January 1st, home state Alabama

Toby April 28th, home state Virginia (saw this years ago no clue if it's accurate)

Protag May 13th, home state Virginia

Brian May 23rd, home state Alabama

Connor the service dog July 18th, home state Kentucky

I've referred to Protag as Protag here but in story they're referred to as YN.

Everything felt impossibly dull; your senses, the dark room you're currently in, the noise coming from the fan just to the left of the bed on which you laid. Turning to the window beside your head you stare out into that weird midnight summer sky. More of a gray than a true dark blue night, cast in an orange glow that made the night seem closer to day than it truly was. While the time was just half past twelve, you felt it may have been more accurate to say it was closer to four in the morning.

You're exhausted but that true sort of exhaustion where whatever energy you have left buzzes all around. It consumes your entire being, dances between being deafeningly loud in your ears to giving you twitches in your legs. You'd laid down hours ago thinking you'd be tired enough to sleep once your tics started to spasm in closer intervals, but to no avail were you able to rest. That buzzing preventing you from dreamland. Maybe the hum of your body was right, you didn't really need to sleep, you just wanted it to feel normal.

Knowing the battle had already been lost you push yourself off the bed and grab a pair of shorts off the floor. Slipping them on you contemplate your options for the night. Going into town was out since it was Sunday...well Monday now, but there would be nothing but bars open and you were never one for drinking. And as fun as a drive sounds right now, you feel the buzzing in your bones grow stronger, you need to move. A late night hike should keep you occupied, with it being so quiet and the middle of the night you wouldn't even have to take your headphones to cancel out the sounds of other people, you aren't likely to run into many people tonight.

Deciding on a hike you grab a mask and car keys and make your way to your yellow Kia Soul. A going away present from your parents that they gave you the moment you got your driver's license after your 24th birthday. Having anxiety throughout your life you'd never been in the head space to start driving till later on, and while you still don't enjoy driving you are pretty good at it even with your “late” start. Surfing through radio stations as you let the car warm up you find your latest obsession, it's a conspiracy theory podcast that someone in Kepler managed to blast through the limited air ways of the town. Impressive considering Kepler was in a radio quiet zone and even cell phones couldn't work in the small town, luckily you lived just outside of the zone so you could send texts and call your parents every weekend.

It seemed today's episode was a rerun, Mothman: Murderer, Man, or Myth. It was actually one of your favorites, the paranormal stories tended to be more entertaining than hearing about how a man could murder sixteen people while working as a cop ruining evidence to lead the others off his trail. Humans could be more vial and cruel than any little gray alien from the future or tall Fresno Nightcrawler could ever be. And they weren't as entertaining to hear about, nor were their exploits as impressive. You could always see patterns, either connecting clues first or finding connections no one else saw, it was never hard to tell where a certain case would lead so you'd always end up disappointed in humanity when they overlooked such obvious clues. Though that often led you down a path of deep diving for information to see just how obvious it was, more often than not you'd find that the most logical conclusion was shady public officers. After investigating so many cold cases you're sure if you're ever in trouble you'll never involve the police, in the end they'd probably just ignore you and rule your case closed if anything ever did happen to you.

'I'd haunt them if they did.' You decide and you shift gears and begin driving to the Monongahela National Forest, as the timeline of Mothman sightings and events play out before for your ears.

Instead of going through town and possibly loosing the signal of the show, you drive on the old dirt road that runs along the very edge of the town, partially covered in trees. This over grown road is the main reason Kepler doesn't see many visitors, the second someone makes their way onto it coming off the interstate they floor it until they see civilization. Over the few months you've been here you've nearly been run right off the road by spooked tourists, trying to escape whatever ghouls their wild imaginations created. The only real thing on this road was a mini mart gas station, and even though it was shady as hell the cashier didn't bug you too much when you came in in the dead of night. Plus they had a cat, how could you not stop in and say hi to little ole Magnolia?

Speaking of which you should probably get a drink for your hike, you could already feel your throat drying out. Turning into the parking lot you're happy to see no other cars around, putting your face mask on you make your way inside. As usual the store is dead at this time, and Ronnie is manning the desk. What's unusual is the man also behind the counter, he has dark brown hair that he's tied into a small and low ponytail, thick sideburns frame his face. You immediately take note of the slight imperfections of his face, most would see the slit in his eyebrow as following the current trend or even just a genetic thing, but you can see the slightly off color of a healed scar that starts just above his eyebrow and ends mid eyelid, he has a few smaller discolorations on his crooked nose, you'd guess he's had it broken at least twice.

Briefly taking a glance to his brown eyes before looking away, today is not an eye contact day. Nodding in their directions, the best acknowledgment you can give right now, you make your way to the freezers. From the freezer section you can hear Ronnie “explain” you.

“That's YN, a regular mainly at night though. A bit skittish and rarely ever says more than 'thanks have a nice day'” Even though she's whispering you can hear everything. Including the high octave her voice takes to mimic you, it feels more like mocking.

If being mocked hadn't already put you on edge the eyes boring into you have. The eyes may not be roaming over your body but the icky crawling of your skin sure makes it feel that way. The feeling of being put under a microscope has always made you sick, the stares, the leers and sneers, and the judgment just makes you want to implode on the spot. Cease existence, be swallowed into the abyss. You're about to set yourself into an anxiety attack with all these thoughts.

'Mask, mask, mask' you repeat over and over in your head, it's the only thing you can focus on. You are wearing a mask, there is one thing they can't perceive, the face is the most important for humans to perceive, your mask protects you.

Without looking you pull a water bottle from the cooler. You don't think you like this brand but the sports mouth makes up for it, and you can't focus enough to grab another. As the imaginary spiders crawl their way under your skin and your breath hitches you make your way over to the counter head down, never looking up at the employees beyond the counter. Your vision is blurring in time with the beating of your heart, you can't tell if it's due to nerves or from being up for five days in a row.

“Hey YN, how're you?” Ronnie asks, her tone is different from the past times you've been in. It's higher and has a lilt in it that you'd expect from a teasing friend. But Ronnie isn't a friend and has never spoken to you like this, you hate it. You nod to politely move on with the process, between the crawling of your skin and the buzzing underneath it you feel sick. And you're now very aware of the existence of your eyelids, you try to focus on ignoring that awareness. You need to move.

“Hmm, that's good. Anyway this is Tim! He's just started so go easy on him.” you hear the sound of a hand hitting fabric and assume she's patted Tim's shoulder as she introduced Tim to you. Why was she doing this, what purpose could introducing you two have? You nod again, was anyone going to ring you out?

“Hi, this all?” a deep voice asked, it isn't extremely deep more of a standard baritone that has a slight raspy quality, probably a reformed smoker. You don't smell cigarettes currently so he could've quit after years. Unfortunately despite your efforts to stave them off your blinking tics emerge. Making it difficult to keep your eyes open for longer than a nano second.

Startled and ticcing you look up and catch his eyes, you see pity in them, before casting your glance back to the counter. You can never tell what's worse people seeing you as weird or seeing you as something needing to be fixed. Nodding again, Tim tells you the total; a dollar fifty eight, and you hand him two dollars from your wallet.

Tim doesn't ask if you want the receipt or a bag, he prints out the receipt and hands you your change. The change goes immediately into the cat food fund for Magnolia. She got diagnosed with diabetes about a month ago and having worked in shelters and pet stores you know just how expensive her prescription food is. After folding the receipt into your wallet, Tim gently slides the water bottle over to you.

“Have a good night.” he says it so low and gentle, as if he thinks you'll shatter in front of him. As kind as the gesture seems, you aren't that fragile...or maybe you are if you have to keep repeating 'mask' over and over in your head to ground yourself. With a final nod you turn and make your way to the door, and just as you open it you hear Ronnie call out.

“Awwww, c'mon YN at least say 'Hi' to Tim.” You really don't like how she squeaked out 'hi'.

Taking a deep breath you prepare yourself, you'll show them both you can do this simple task. Even if you can't stop blinking long enough to see straight. Once you've steadied yourself you turn and look at Tim. He's sending you a look that says 'You don't have to' all that's missing is a slow head shake to complete his unease with this “peer pressure”.

But you can do this you can say 'Hi, Tim.' Two words super simple, nothing complex like 'Hi, Tim, nice to meet you.' and so much better than the option of your next meeting saying 'Hi, Tim. Sorry for spazzing out the other night.'. Yup you can do this just breathe, you open your mouth and...and you've forgotten what to say. Looking like a deer in headlights, well at least the tics stopped, you say the first thing that pops in.

“Mask.” You've said it loud and clear both cashiers heard you.

Tim stares with wide eyes and you see Ronnie failing to hide her laughter. Out of all the ways this could've gone this was probably the best outcome for her. The blinking has started up again, this time growing more frequent. You can't even hold your eyes open, to the two cashiers it must look like you're in pain or crying. And while you want to die of embarrassment, crying is a bit of an extreme for you.

So with red face and the inability to see you leave through the door, and try to make your way back to your car. Once in you lock the doors, switch the car on, and rest your head on the steering wheel. Out of every way this stop could've gone, being perceived by a new comer and Ronnie was not what you expected. While this hadn't been the worst five minutes or so of your life, it definitely would be another thing keeping you up at night for the next twenty years.

Calming down in the cool quiet dark of your car your slowly brought back to the world by the beginning of a new episode. This one talking about the Tailypo legend. A favorite story of yours from when you were a kid living on the coast of Virginia. So with yet another deep breath and the wave of nostalgia, you pull out of the parking lot and slowly coast down the old dirt road. Heading yet again for the Monongahela forest.

It's nearly two in the morning when you roll up to see an RV parked by the forgotten entrance of the park. It isn't surprising at all to find an RV out here since the Monongahela Forest is one of the most beautiful parks you've ever been to. You also don't think anything of them being parked by this unused entrance because you use it all the time since finding it accidentally. Figuring they just wanted to camp and be left to their own devices rather than use the RV sites and be bothered with other campers here for the summer.

Climbing out of your car you notice the RV isn't new by any means but it isn't a total rust bucket either, looks like it's been passed around throughout the years. There isn't anything to suggest it's been here a while, nothing left set up outside, must have just gotten into town then. You do happen to notice dog tracks around the sandy dirt you've parked in, good to know they have a dog before you slammed your car door. Closing the door gently behind you so you don't startle a pup and wake up it's owner or owners, you make your way through the woods. No real direction in mind, with no real thought in your head. Just the thought of moving and to keep on moving.

You could walk the same path every time you came through and always find something different. In fact that's exactly what happens, you're almost positive that you've deepened the imprint of the path just from walking through several times a week. Following the same winding path you usually do, climbing over the fallen tree, and through a scattering of blueberry thicket's you find yourself on the edge of one of the forest's many streams. It's your favorite spot in the forest so far, and about as far as you've gotten considering these hikes of yours take place during the dead of night.

The wind picks up and sends a chill through you, taking that as a sign you slide down to sit by the stream. Vans placed to your side as you sink your feet into the cool water. It's peaceful out here, so cool, and quiet, save for the slight noises the stream makes, various bubbling and drips. You try to think on things like your recent move, your job, the embarrassing 'mask' incident, just life in general. But you can't seem to form a single thought, this happens a lot, you've recently been conscious of the fact that you've been running on auto pilot for the past two months, hell a lot longer than that. You think everyone must get like this from time to time, but you think you've always been this way. Keen to dissociating and slipping in and out of existence.

It's quite nice really, except for the times like right now where you'd love to figure out why the silence in your head is so painfully loud. The more you think on it the louder it gets and the stronger the buzzing under your skin feels. And right now the static in your mind has been getting louder and louder for the past few minutes. You feel your head jerk to the right of it's own accord, moving back in place it happens for a second time, and then a third, then jerks up, before jerking a forth time to the right effectively cracking you neck.

“There we go.” you mumble, you can relax a bit as the verbal tic indicates the end of this round of tics.

Sighing you look at the sky...that can't be right. The sky has been painted it's fresh baby blues for the day, but again that can't be right. You just got to the stream, that path is a thirty minute walk meaning it should be just about two thirty in the morning, but the sky suggests it's five or six at the latest. Reaching for your water bottle you find it empty next to you. You didn't fall asleep you know that much, perhaps you did dissociate tonight. Well this hike was disappointing if you knew you were going to dissociate you'd have saved yourself that embarrassment and stayed home. Maybe done some painting or tidied up.

Sighing you push yourself off the ground, collecting you vans you're about to put them on when you notice a figure off in the distance. You freeze out of shock and stare at the figure, it stares back. The figure is about ten yards away, god your near sighted ass should really remember to not leave your glasses in the car when hiking. The figure starts to make it's way to you and after a few steps you realize it hasn't moved from it's spot. Rolling your eyes you ignore the hallucination.

You'd really needed to get sleep last night, today is day six of no sleep and though you haven't had many episodes these past few days, you have a feeling they'll start to get more prominent today. Hopefully tonight you can manage to get some rest, the longer you go without sleep the more realistic the hallucinations become. But for today you're content with the knowledge that it's just shadow like beings that you'll be seeing.

After putting on your shoes you start the thirty minute hike back to your car. You're thankful for the weather in Kepler, nothing like back on the coast. Here you can go for a morning hike through the forest while a gentle breeze passes by and the sun starts to give the area a pleasant warmth. Back on the coast you couldn't run and grab the mail without getting drenched in moisture from either sweat, humidity, or a mixture of both. The coast sucks, hell Virginia sucks altogether, you're glad to be in Kepler.

“I want to go home, home.” you say out of nowhere.

Before you reach the entrance you hear barking, oh the RV campers must be up. Should you be careful not to scare them, or just walk normally and say 'Good morning' in passing, maybe just nod your head in greeting. Oh and you've stopped just beside the entrance as you got lost in your rambling. You didn't mean to come to a stop here, and as you try to move you notice how silent it's gotten. Did the dog go inside, maybe they've already passed...no it's too quiet for that. No the silence is oppressive like the one you deal with nightly, there's a reason for the silence. The situation's making you feel uneasy, but that could be the sleep deprivation talking.

You're about to brush it off and move when you hear a whispered, “Seriously man, I don't think anyone's out there. Let's get inside.”

There's a noise of agreement before you hear shuffling. Oh no, you zoned out and now you look like a weirdo stalker. Just perfect, maybe if you wait around a little more you'll seem more normal or at least feel normal. Not knowing how long to wait you walk along the tree line for a bit, looking at the ground as you do making sure you won't step on any snakes. In you quest to not step on any snakes you spot something suspiciously off white. It seems purposefully buried under a dead blueberry bush and some fallen branches.

Having listened to too many true crime shows, you know better than to implicate yourself in a murder. Grabbing a stick off the ground you gently brush the foliage away from the supposed corpse. No way, you can't believe your luck, it's an actual fucking skull. An intact skull of a deer! That is so cool, you've only seen taxidermists on TikTok getting so lucky and finding these dudes. Since the jaw bone is connected by tissue it of course isn't with the skull but maybe it's close by? Clearly this got planted or hidden by someone, maybe they were planning on pranking a friend by 'uncovering' a skull later. Oh well, finders keepers and all that, you have way better plans for this guy, hopefully you can find that jaw bone.

You set off searching through the foliage and near by bushes with the branch while holding the skull in your other arm. After searching about three feet around and finding no more bones you decide that this is the only part of the deer's skeleton in this area. A little disappointed but still thrilled with your find, you decide it must be a good time to go back to your car.

Surely you won't look weird now. You a little forager with their treasure in hand. Looks like you'll be busy cleaning, then bleaching, and cleaning these bones today. Is that the order to treat found bones? You aren't sure but you can look into that later. Placing the skull in the trunk so it doesn't roll about and get damaged you make sure it's secure before closing the trunk and getting into your car and locking the doors.

Not once did you notice the pairs of eyes that had been watching you. One watching as you found the deer skull, and the other set seeing you place bones into your car. They kept watching as you fiddled with the radio while the car was starting up. They watched as you pulled out of the sandy dirt lot and drove back down the old road a little faster than before now that you could clearly see.

#creepypasta fanfic #ticci tobyx reader #brain thomas x reader #timothy wright x reader #masky x reader #hoodie x reader #reader insert #no clue if I'm reaching a wider audience than AO3 but I'll try this out #Crossposted #as of now 13 chapters are over on AO3 if you wanted to read #other wise I'll post a chapter every 3 days on here until I catch up with AO3 #Ao3 has priority #A cure for insomnia

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jonghours · 4 years ago

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ATEEZ ZERO : Part 2 Diary

finally got around to make an analysis of the [ZERO: Part 2] Diary. These were all presented in chronological order, however blended Yunho and Mingi’s stories together since they are easier to understand that way. I’ll add some references I’ve found through it but it’ll mosty be a recapitulation of the ATEEZ storyline.

also never thought I’d say this but: death tw and.. drugs tw.. I guess?

INTRO

the intro starts where we left it last time. Hongjoong mentions that The Cromer shone but he and the members were still in the hideout. they are actually in an almost identical alternative universe now, but they don’t know that yet. then the Giants In White enter the hideout looking for The Cromer. we all know who that is

now, two things about this

1) even though we’ve only seen one man in white in every MV, here it’s said to be many of them

2) I’m not sure if they are supposed to be littleral giants or just.. big guys and they just gave them this cool name in translation. the term used is 거구 which is just a word for people with a very big build.

we’ll get back to these in a while tho

01 Hongjoong

Hongjoong has a “think fast moment” that let’s be honest, he’d never be able to pull off in real life so 0 for accuracy, and tries to find a way to keep The Cromer away from the giants, since he already knows they can’t go back home without it. Hongjoong then notices a piece of glass under his feet which he throws through a window, making the Giants believe it’s The Cromer so they can run away.

now I know that a lot of people’s minds went immediately to where mine did

I’m not sure about San’s scene, but Yeosang’s secene in ANSWER has always been a glimpse of something we were supposed to remember for later, so this might finally be it.

02 San

after they escape the hideout, ATEEZ manage to find their way through the dark since the surroundings are identical to their original world. he notices one thing that I just.... here we go again

“Visible palces were similar to the reality we knew, but also sligthtly different. Under the cliff where Wooyoung saved our Bobo in the past, there used to be a valley and a gigantic rock on top but there, no sounds of water could be heard nor could the gigantic rock be seen”

there it is, ladies and gentleman we got a Bobo update that has told us literally nothing. now I guess Bobo is an ATEEZ thing instead of an exclusive San thing, even though it belongs to him? I’m starting to think this is a pet, most probably.

03 Wooyoung

here the story goes from 0 to 100 really quickly so to summarize in order: while ATEEZ are resting, the Giants find them and start dragging Wooyoung by his anckle. the members rush to save him and so they lose the Cromer, which is taken by the Giants who run away after some rocks ?) start falling from the cave (I seriously need a map) A girl comes from between the rocks and tells them to follow her. she’s described as “matching the moonlight” whatever that means.

05 Seonghwa

the girl has a brother and they are.... sigh... the Grimes siblings...... anyways

the brother tells them the White Giants stole his sister’s voice, so she can’t speak anymore. and here is where we get the whole backstory and I mean the Whole backstory of this world completely dumped on us, so I’ll try to summarize it:

the Central Goverment blamed human emotions for war and crimes and terrorism so they stared a series of AI simulations to control them. they created a way of policing human emotions and banned the arts. then, a group of men in Black Fedoras appeared out of nowhere and started performing publicly, inspiring people to fight against the goverment and rebel against it, creating a group named the Black Pirates. The goverment tried to capture them but since they have a Cromer, they are able to escape them every time. However, after the goverment started using the Android Guardians (or the White Giants) the goverment finally caught them.

my theory is that the HALAteez that visits Hongjoong and gives him the Cromer, is a member of the Black Pirates that gave it to him before getting arrested.

I thought it was funny how at the end Seonghwa says “the Black Pirates don’t matter, what matters now is that we need The Cromer to go back home” like king that is literally you.

on the topic of the giants, this could be interpreted as two things:

1) The Man In White or White Giant we’ve seen until now can’t be any of the ATEEZ members, as they are just androids

2) we’ve seen ATEEZ in white before, so who knows. maybe the goverment created an exact copy of ATEEZ but given the fact they were never caught before creating them, that doesn’t seem possible

for the moment I’ll stand on the idea that they are not ATEEZ

05 Yeosang

this is just a big ass letter he’s writing to his dad. like ATEEZ are going though a big time crisis and Yeosang is here telepathically telling his dad he’s fine here and doesn’t want to go back home because he sucks big time. this is so in character 100/100

this is also the full version of the text hidden in his AR photocard. here we find out that ATEEZ were kicked out from their hideout and separated by Yeosang’s father

06 Mingi / 08 Mingi

ATEEZ decide to find the Android Guradians to take back The Cromer, but the only person who knows where they are is a man called Left Eye who manages the Strictland (seriously?) dump. this man used to have a daughter that was run over by a car, and because this is a world without human emotions, no one came to her aid and se passed away. this turned Left Eye into a broken lonely man that purposefully inhales the toxic fumes at the dump he works at because he can meet the illusion of his daughter while he’s under its effects.

Yunho feels sympathy towards him because it reminds him of his brother, while Mingi is a little bit more worried that their lives are in the hands of a man that can barely function and is intoxicated 24/7

ATEEZ have split into two groups now:

members who will go into the “pile of trash that looks like a cave” to find the girls voice (Jongho and Yeosang)

members who will convince Left Eye to find the location of the Android Bunker (Mingi is here)

now, this Left Eye has kind of finally helped me to make sense out fo some clues we were given a long time ago

1. the eye sticker on WONDERLAD

2. Hongjoong’s signature eye gesture

and if we assume AURORA is part of the ATEEZ universe, this shot of Hongjoong’s (left) eye in which he can see himself and the other members lost in the woods at night, just like in the Diary after they arrive at the new world

07 Jongho

Jongho, who is in the group that decided to find the voice, enters the cave with the toxic fumes wearing a (useless) gas mask and a rope tied around his waist. However, the moment he enters the cave the fumes filter through the mask and he finds himself in the basketball court, playing like he used to before he permanently hurt his leg. he forgets about what he’s supposed to be doing, and even convinces himself that all the memories he has after he stopped playing basketball are all a lie or a bad dream.

OUTRO

after Jongho’s rope stops moving, Yeosang goes inside the cave to help him. Left Eye starts attacking the members, so they lure him to a fume-free space, which only infuriates him even more after the illusion of his daughter disappears. then Yunho literally yells “your daughter is dead” in a very “she doesn’t even go here” moment, which prompts Left Eye to swing a bat at him while saying he’s gonna kill him

finally, once Yeosang finds Jongho, he’s so intoxicated with the illusion that he runs towards a cliff

the end

I do believe that the fumes that create the illusion are the ones causing.. well, ILLUSION, which we’ve all known was just a dream for a long time. it also fits with the cave seen at the end of the MV, which now can be interpreted as all of them running towards the cliff I guess.... fun!!

we’ve also seen the mist which now we could interpret as “fumes” in other MVs that have an.. otherwordly feeling

the strange hallway in SMN

the entire UTOPIA MV

and Mingi’s scenes in ANSWER

#finally.. have this askjdfhksda #ateez #ateez theory

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tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar · 4 years ago

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Pass the Time

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader.

Summary: You feel like you spend more time outside of you dorm and so does your neighbor. Why? Both of your roommates are hooking up.

Word Count: 1,548.

Note: It took me longer than it should've to write this since Tumblr was keep messing up so please don't let this flop ( I reached my breaking point with trying but I still like it) and tell me what you think :) I hope you love it! Thank you @snkkat for posting the photo and inspiring me to write this!

Hey," your roommate, Jazmyn, speaks softly from her side of the dorm to see if you are still awake or not. You hum in response, not looking away from the episode of your newest favorite Netflix original TV show- the reason why you are not studying right now- Outer Banks. Jazmyn moves to sit upright on her bunk bed and swings her feet back and forth and gives you puppy eyes, "Can I ask for a favor?"

Knowing what she will ask, for not the first nor late time, you say, "I'm not moving, Jaz."

She jumps off and walks over to you and must go on her tippy toes to learn against your mattress. It is a fail on her part when she tries to grab your throw blanket off of you since you're wrapped in it.

You sing, "told y'all" in a teasing tone and Jaz response is a weak, "shut up."

"Why can't you just go over? I'm comfortable right here in my dorm."

Ignoring your point of view, she easily lies as she says, "I swear it won't be long."

"Really? Two nights ago, Andrew said the same thing to Drew before you went over there for three fucking hours!" Before she can try to deny it, you hold up your hand to add, "I actually mean fucking for three hours."

You roll your eyes as she blushes and gets lost in dream land that is made of all the sex, she and your next-door dorm neighbor, Andrew, have.

Which is a lot.

You knew that going to a University there would be a huge chance to live crazy college stories that one day will blow your kids' minds whenever they accidentally find one out. Getting locked out of your dorm on a weekly basis so your roommate can hookup? That is not one of them, it is annoying as hell.

The first time you got locked out was just last month, three months in your freshman year. After taking two tests in one day, you just wanted to go in a nap coma for the rest of the year. Since the elevator in your building did not get fixed yet, you had to drag yourself up to the firth floor. You could not help to wish the sock on your dorm knob was just a part of your imagination. But it was not. From the noises you could hear from the other side of the locked door, Jazmyn had someone over. You jumped and cursed when the door next to you opened and an extremely attractive and tired boy smiled at you as he tried to fix his bed hair. He noticed the sock and grabbed it to throw it over his shoulder, inside of his dorm. "I was wondering where Andrew went." He holds out his hand and as you shake hands, he told you his name and you told him yours. You agreed that you did need coffee, so you two left the hallway to grab some.

“You know, it’s weird that we are finally meeting.”

You looked over your shoulder and silently wished Jazmyn would open the door so could lay down, “We’ll probably see each other more in the hallway if they keep this up.”

A week after you talked with Drew over two refills of coffee for who knows how many hours, he saw you walking up the stairs after your last class of the day. He kicked himself off the floor to learn against your door.

"Are they...?"

He nodded in response and told you that he does not know how long, or how much longer. He followed you into your dorm after you slightly pushed him away to unlock it.

"I was planning on doing something with Jaz tonight but since you're here instead... have you ever done a face mask?"

He wiggled his eyebrows and used a husky manly tone to ask, “Sexually?"

His laugh echoed after you throw one of your pillows at him.

The third time was a couple of hours later and Drew agreed to go as far away as possible. You two went through a drive through before going to a park to eat in comfortable silence until he tried to be sneaky to grab some of your food. A small food happened before you two acted like big children on the swings, trying to see who could go up the highest. Since he is so tall, it was easy for him to do the monkey bars.

Now what was supposed to be a relaxing and do-nothing day, you let out a fake cough. “You can’t let Andrew come in here, I’m sick.”

“I’m sure Drew would be willing to take care of you.”

“I hate you.” You mutter as you get up to put your shoes on. You try not to think about how he told you he wants to make you his famous homemade chicken casserole soon since you’re been stressed with all of your school work, working part time and being home sick.

“You love me! Have fun whenever you guys do this time to pass the time.” She winks at you as you slam the door closed behind you. You stop knocking on Drew’s door with your blanket still wrapped around you and carrying your laptop when his voice comes the end of the hall, “fancy seeing you here.”

He knows your smile is half fake so he nervously asks, "You can come over if you want? I can let you in before heading to the showers."

Andrew comes from the end of the hall, looking like he ran up the stairs while holding a plastic bag from the nearest gas station. You can see Jazmyn’s favorite candy and a box of condoms. Classy. You do not think twice before reaching into Drews maroon gym shorts to grab his keys while they have silent conversation. You miss how much his eyes widen for leaving them both in the hallway.

“I swear to God I’ll give up on being your wingman and move out if you do not make your move.”

Drew pushes Andrew out of the doorway and glances over at you to make sure you are not listening. “You are not my wingman!”

“Yes, I am! I am giving you two alone time as I have sex! It’s a win-win for everyone!” Andrew pushes him inside, “I’ll see you tomorrow!”

From his bed, Drew hears the confusing in your voice when you say, “it’s only one am?”

“I stopped listening to what he says a long time ago.” Drew states as he can hear Andrew’s and his own voice in head saying, “she’s on your bed” repeating.

You mutter, “same” for trying to do the same thing with Jazmyn.

Over the trim of your laptop, you watch Drew stand in front of you and starts taking off his gray and black long sleeve hoodie in slow motion.

"Oh my god."

"What?" He asks, amused.

"What?" You ask, embarrassed.

“Take a picture, it would last longer.” He teases, sitting next to you. You shove your elbow in his ribcage, “Shut up!”

You should not be surprised when he teases, “make me.” But your skin gets covered with goosebumps.

“Okay, last time we hangout it was two, three nights ago?” You try to change the topic, “I just remember that I beat your ass at Family Feud. Wanna play that again?"

Drew lets out a breathless, “no” as he puts both of his arms around you, his hands resting against the wall. “Let’s play a new game.”

He grins ear to ear when he feels you take a big breath in, the air faming the side of his face. “Let’s see who can the be the loudest, them or us.”

You look at him like he grew a second head when he starts hitting the wall and making grunt noises.

“You want to make it seem like we are having fake sex?”

He laughs, mostly to himself, “It’s not like you are taking me out of my misery and-“

You cut him off by pulling his hands off the wall to put them on both sides of your waist as you to help you saddle his lap. As you trace the outline of his abs, you cannot help to lick the rest the way up until he puts one of his hands under your chin to pull your face upwards to his. Both of you do not know who kisses who first.

When you need to catch a breath, you mutter, “what?” since his smile makes you smile too. “I want to take you on a date and stop using our roommate sex lives as an excuse to hangout.”

“Okay.” You feel like you are on cloud nine when his smile becomes even bigger. “When?”

“We got time to figure that out. For now…” He gives you a quick kiss before setting you to lay on the bed so he can get up.

You watch him grab a sock before opening the door wide enough to put it on the doorknob. “I want to keep on doing what you started.”

He runs his way back to his bed to tackle you while you have your arms wide open.

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littlesailorinthesun · 4 years ago

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is love nikki osha compliant?

Inspired by Brian David Gilbert's legendary Unraveled video "Smash Bros. owes millions of dollars in OSHA violations", I became curious how this would apply to Love Nikki suits. I looked through a few suits of choice to determine how OSHA-compliant they are.

First of all, I would like to say that while I have previously worked in a Health and Safety department, I apologize for any mistakes I make. This is not work (even if real Nikkis' lives are at stake here!)

For the Smash Bros. video, BDG looked primarily at the safety of various fighting arenas. Given that Love Nikki is a dress up game, I will of course be primarily looking at PPE (personal protective equipment) which falls under 1910 Subpart I; however, there are some instances where it is clear the environment is also unsafe.

The issue with determining what is proper PPE is mostly that it varies depends based on the environment you find yourself in. Given that *most* suits don't come with huge background props or backgrounds, I will just be extrapolating based on the item descriptions and the little context we have.

Heavy Machinery

One of my favorite suits, yet one of the worst offenders, Heavy Machinery actually calls out its own violation in the suit itself. If Miraland had OSHA, Heavy Machinery would unfortunately be breaking the rules.

According to OSHA's Nail Gun Safety Guide, people using nail guns should have the following PPE (in addition to the safety goggles): safety shoes (steel toed boots), hard hats, and hearing protection. Unfortunately, while maybe the shoes might have steel toes (though they don't look like they do), Heavy Machinery does not have a hard hat nor any hearing protection that I can see. This puts her in general violation of 1910.132(a).

One of the more frustrating parts is that she has eye protection, but she isn't actually using it! The item description for the goggles even says, "A mechanic can easily hurt his eyes, so it's good to wear goggles. Don't act cool and put them on your head!" Yet, she is doing just that, which causes her to violate 1910.133(a)(1). Please, don't follow her example and make sure to wear your goggles.

I will give her kudos for having the knee pad(?) but the rest of her clothing could probably do a better job. Unfortunately, Heavy Machinery is not OSHA-compliant.

The final comment I'd like to make on her is that if she is really wearing a battery on her back, I will have to give her kudos because those motherfuckers are heavy.

Adventurous Journey

A new environment! Actually, Adventurous Journey is adventuring throughout all of Miraland, and her item descriptions make mention of her visiting many several different places: an abandoned base, an old ruin, even a cave?

Adventurous Journey is wearing some pretty practical clothing, and her hand and foot protection look more than adequate. Her hammer looks like it's in great shape and, like Heavy Machinery, she even has her hair tied back. Her headlight is also a great choice.

While entering unknown spaces like caves can be dangerous, they typically aren't considered confined spaces. Besides that, it sounds like Adventurous Journey only went inside the cave to take shelter from the sandstorm instead of to explore.

Overall, I believe Adventurous Journey is OSHA-compliant. Have fun on your adventures!

Glacier Treader

Ada just wanted to learn something about penguins, but unfortunately she may end up learning something about ice water if she keeps up these unsafe practices.

According to 1910.28(b)(3)(i), employees should be protected from falling in holes by guardrails, covers, or something similar. Unfortunately, there is a giant hole in front of Ada and she has nothing keeping her from falling inside. The straps on her coat aren't attached to anything and that thing looks like it's about to fly off anyways. There may be a penguin in the hole, but such matters do not excuse Ada's research group's lack of fall protection.

On the bright side, the band-aids on Ada's face means that she has access to first aid and medical care!

Horn of Surprise

As fun as it would be to ride a giant candy train, it is unfortunately not OSHA-compliant.

As per 1910.21(b), a walking-working surface is any surface where an employee walks, works, or gains access to another work area. As the train conductor, Shebel is working on the top of the train, and thus it is subject to OSHA guidelines.

Unfortunately, the train is quite high off the ground - definitely more than 4 feet. Because of this, under 1910.28(b)(15), Shebel should have some sort of protection from falling to the ground below her, whether it be a guardrail, safety net, or another personal fall protection system.

She should probably also be wearing better PPE, too.

Ocean Lullaby

According to this suit's lore, Relly swims all the way to the deepest part of the ocean with only a narwhal. From the depiction of her and the fact that she apparently lost consciousness while at the bottom of the ocean, it seems pretty clear that Relly wasn't using proper PPE while swimming.

The most frustrating part about this suit is probably the fact that even the fish have PPE while Relly has nothing (though the efficacy of the snorkels is questionable). She should definitely have some air, and following the proper SCUBA diving procedures (1910.424) would be a great start.

Toy Carnival

What looks like an innocent, fun carnival game is actually an example of a potentially dangerous situation which requires a lot of work and planning. The crane machine is an example of a confined space, which is defined as a space that is large enough to do work, but has limited means for entry and exit, and isn't designed for continuous occupancy. Toy Carnival's crane machine appears to be a small space which doesn't have any immediately apparent way to get out.

There are no hazardous chemicals which would be present inside a claw machine. However, there is a physical hazard, which is the claw crane. Because of this, it is a permit-required confined space.

Toy Carnival is doing a lot of things right. She has an attendant outside (Momo), meaning she is compliant with 1910.146(d)(6). As long as Toy Carnival has a permit and followed all of the necessary procedures, she would be OSHA compliant if not for one thing: There is no visible sign designating the claw machine as a confined space. (1910.146(c)(2))

I will hold out hope that there is a sign on the back, because she was so close.

Explosion

We're going to ignore for the time being that Explosion takes place entirely inside a video game because well, it's all inside a video game one way or another, right? Anyways, you can tell a lot about Explosion just from the name.

Patrice is evidently in some kind of war-like environment. Not only are there guns and cannons going off everywhere, the "explosion" her suit is named for is the explosions of smoke grenades. She uses these to take cover and disguise herself.

While the gas mask is an excellent choice, unfortunately it's not enough. Due to the flying hazards (and probably the smoke too), Patrice needs to be wearing eye protection in order to be in compliance with 1910.133(a)(1), and head protection in order to be in compliance with 1910.135(a)(1).

Now onto another concern, no less pressing than the last: She's also apparently killing people. 1926.900 deals with explosives, and many of the standards mention avoiding the harm of other employees, which gives the impression that it generally isn't allowed. Not warning the others using warning signs, flags, or barricades before killing them with explosives is in direct violation of 1926.900(i).

I will commend Patrice on one thing, which is proper use of the buddy system as defined in 1910.120(a)(3) in the presence of unknown hazards. It sounds like she and Kuma work well together.

Honorable Mentions

Apocalyptic Angel, for her clothes and hair literally being on fire. I don’t know which OSHA violation that is, but it’s definitely something.

Crime Buster, for firing guns any which way without even looking. I don’t even want to touch that can of worms.

Space Fantasy, for not wearing gloves. In outer space.

Ingenious Trend, for allowing bats to carry needles. Again, not sure how that’s illegal, but it must be one way or another.

Appendix

1910.28(b)(3)(i) Each employee is protected from falling through any hole (including skylights) that is 4 feet (1.2 m) or more above a lower level by one or more of the following: 1910.28(b)(3)(i)(A) Covers; 1910.28(b)(3)(i)(B) Guardrail systems; 1910.28(b)(3)(i)(C) Travel restraint systems; or 1910.28(b)(3)(i)(D) Personal fall arrest systems.

(Glacier Treader)

1910.28(b)(15) Walking-working surfaces not otherwise addressed. Except as provided elsewhere in this section or by other subparts of this part, the employer must ensure each employee on a walkingworking surface 4 feet (1.2 m) or more above a lower level is protected from falling by: 1910.28(b)(15)(i) Guardrail systems; 1910.28(b)(15)(ii) Safety net systems; or 1910.28(b)(15)(iii) Personal fall protection systems, such as personal fall arrest, travel restraint, or positioning systems.

(Horn of Surprise)

1910.132(a) Protective equipment, including personal protective equipment for eyes, face, head, and extremities, protective clothing, respiratory devices, and protective shields and barriers, shall be provided, used, and maintained in a sanitary and reliable condition wherever it is necessary by reason of hazards of processes or environment, chemical hazards, radiological hazards, or mechanical irritants encountered in a manner capable of causing injury or impairment in the function of any part of the body through absorption, inhalation or physical contact.

(Heavy Machinery)

1910.133(a)(1) The employer shall ensure that each affected employee uses appropriate eye or face protection when exposed to eye or face hazards from flying particles, molten metal, liquid chemicals, acids or caustic liquids, chemical gases or vapors, or potentially injurious light radiation.

(Heavy Machinery, Explosion)

1910.135(a)(1) The employer shall ensure that each affected employee wears a protective helmet when working in areas where there is a potential for injury to the head from falling objects.

(Explosion)

1910.146(c)(2) If the workplace contains permit spaces, the employer shall inform exposed employees, by posting danger signs or by any other equally effective means, of the existence and location of and the danger posed by the permit spaces. NOTE: A sign reading DANGER -- PERMIT-REQUIRED CONFINED SPACE, DO NOT ENTER or using other similar language would satisfy the requirement for a sign.

(Toy Carnival)

1910.146(d)(6) Provide at least one attendant outside the permit space into which entry is authorized for the duration of entry operations;

(Toy Carnival - compliant)

1926.900(i) Employees authorized to prepare explosive charges or conduct blasting operations shall use every reasonable precaution including, but not limited to, visual and audible warning signals, flags, or barricades, to ensure employee safety.

(Explosion)

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seb-owns-these-tatas · 4 years ago

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Puppet Strings

Please don’t police the shit out of me for this one (I’ve read and seen all of what’s happening in Tumblr with the talented authors 😭😫---either way, I DGAF if I get judged for writing this. Y’all are getting this for free. LMAO. Welcome to my freakin’ kinky world. 😭

MASTERLIST

Characters: Stephen Colley x Reader

Summary: You’ve had Stephen wrapped around your finger by using your family’s kindness to your advantage---keeping him guilty and complying over whatever wishes you wanted---he was giving it due to your manipulative, cunning persona. You were being head-over-heels for him that made you have your reasons, thinking that being the way you are was fine for your strong obsession.

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Manipulative reader. Obsessed reader. This is quite dark for me because she’s using our puppy to her benefit (somehow?)---using Stephen as if he’s her boy toy. Spitting. Sub!Stephen. Porn with a plot. (Though, this was planned to only be porn without a plot LMAO) Dub-con. Exhibitionism. Angst? Thirsty ass reader. Not connected to the plot of the movie.

Words: 3,810+

A/N: I didn’t know what happened that this ended up this way. Please don’t judge my soul for this.I was all ‘oh my baby stephen’ to writing this filthy shit. Also, Stephen’s 20 in this and the reader is 19, okay? So, legal. (In my country it is) ENJOY, FILTHY LADIES! This made me pout because of how soft Stephen is and the reader is quite...Eh. 😭 I think this will be a 3-5 part fic. Heehee. Or maybe not----lmao. We’ll see.

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THE SMELL OF BLUEBELLS WAS ARDENT AND SWITH, it's scent thoroughly withstanding and wafting through your nose with the odor of sweat. Stephen's earthy and musk scent adding more stimulation to what was being given down south and around the canvas of your breasts.

An ample amount of slime trailed a path from the swell of your knockers through the meander of your neck, feeling a pair of soft, delicate lips having its way and paving to have a suck; thrilled and exploratory over giving you a mark that you surely ordered him around to.

You've felt the tiny nibbles on your neck, feeling full over being filled by the cock of your family's lackey who happened to be under your manipulative, presumptuous fingers. Stephen was having his way with you, as he was commanded to do so in the middle of harvesting crops; all sweaty, dirty and masking in his domestic labor as your fingers hooked along his belt hoops, pulling him away from the field towards a veiled place where bluebells were filled.

The first time you've had sex with Stephen, he was beyond hesitant. His rosy cheeks fueled as if it was on fire from the moment you've asked him for more of his services; to be the one to take your virginity rather than a rich, middle aged man who had terrible mustaches that crept the heck out of you.

Stephen and his pure innocence understood your favors of help by wanting him to accompany you in the city while you buy things for yourself or stuff that your mother asked to buy.

Much to your dismay for his lack of apprehension, It wasn't the type of aid you were asking for.

How pretty his face flushed a lot more from how you've frankly told him that you needed a different type of assistance to satisfy that curiosity of yours made you giggle, the desire pooling more in the pit of your stomach, filling in the prurient passion as if it was enough to stimulate you.

Stephen Colley was utterly pretty, beyond God's work as he was sculpted with a face of a Greek God as people have been saying. Your family even admiring God's work of art by how he was created; enough to be painted and inspired to be sculptured in the museums. He was the first boy in your fantasies and the only one that could make you breathe deep breaths in between rubbing the itch in your mound as you explored your body by yourself that nobody ever had yet.

He was your fantasy. The boy in your dreams that you would gladly want to have in your life for years end.

After welcoming the afterglow of an orgasm, such debauched thoughts came into your head in the same time you've wanted to rub onto that button again for thinking about him.

You were going to have him. You wanted him, you've mindlessly convinced yourself. Stephen was a plague that could infect your precious little mind---the facade of an innocent, kind and shy sweetheart that your family has been seeing from you was ruined when you've reached puberty.

It wasn't helping that Stephen walked around the house with clothes that you surely want to ruin. Your mind being influenced by your older sister's experiences with men and how her sex life have been.

She was a wild one and deep inside---no matter how much you tell yourself that it was a deed that people respectfully hold onto, the untamed part of you wanted to experience it with the boy who had adorable rosy cheeks and a gorgeous accent that could make you gush.

Being in line with the heavens, you were lucky Stephen was quite naive despite being a year older than you and with all the plans you had inside your head, being manipulative and guilt-tripping him till he would obey was the only answer for him to accept your offers because the boy was beyond nice and respectful, innocent---delicate as he may seem in being a rose without thorns amongst the bundle of daisies growing along the field.

You weren't his first to be honest; hearing that he had his virginity taken by a lady when he was taking a trip to the city, the woman being older than him and enamored by his beauty, she was very pretty as Stephen saw her the first time---growing a little crush before the lady has offered him a night filled with pleasure, leaving him alone the next morning and a ton of cash that has left him heartbroken by expecting a number or a sweet filled morning with her.

Was this obsession you had for Stephen? you couldn't tell while having the luck of being boffed by him no matter how tentative he may been. The phrase you've been telling whenever he was reluctant held a powerful will for making him capitulate over your wishes.

'You're working for us---I'm your miss. Shouldn't you always follow what I have to say, Stephen?'

Guileful and conniving for you, but you've had no other choice especially when you've heard your sister gossip about how he was starting to take a liking over a girl across the neighborhood, the lady living in a castle---going way back with him and her family because they've known each other since they were kids until they've moved away and came back to their hometown.

Cassandra. That was her name. It was a name that should be left forgotten in Stephen's mind.

Your boy shifted in between your opened legs, your dress hiked up and his trousers unbuttoned; stopping on the end of his derriere as he stuck his swollen cock inside your tight folds, kissing and licking along your throat and breasts that had you mewling beneath him.

Begging him to take you in the middle of the grass to relieve that fantasy only he could satisfy, you've laid beneath him and promised that he could take his time and do whatever he pleases. Exploring every inch and depth of your body with your dress being in a bunch and unfastened by Stephen. Today, you've just wanted to feel him, touch him and let him be inside you because of certain feelings that can't be resisted.

He was patiently taking his time, both of you basking in the afternoon glow before dusk and never bringing in a gas lamp before night even arrives. Stephen was licking your taut nub, his mouth close to your nipple as his hot breath was fanning along his own saliva, bringing pleasure and satisfaction. Another weak whimper erupted from your mouth, watching his eyes closed; tongue darting out to flick your other hardened nipple before deeply moaning out his approval as he devoured your breasts with a tight, strong suck.

The lewd action was enough to make your spine and toes curl.

You've flexed your cunt, tightening around his girth and you've heard him lowly groan with your nipple in his mouth. He immediately pulled his mouth off your breasts with a pop. Innocent, lust-filled baby blues stared above you, the flicker in his eyes asking and waiting for your next behest.

"Stephen," was the only word you managed to croak out, sounding like you were being choked as you felt him slowly pull out of your thirsty cunt. He leaned his head to the left, dipping his head and giving you a kiss which caught you off-guard; it was plain and enough to take your mind off his throbbing cock that has slithered in. After being explored by his mouth on your body, Stephen's lips that landed on you to give a peck surely felt unfamiliar because you both rarely do share kisses in the midst of intercourse.

His crimson colored lips on yours felt divine. The sudden smooch probably involuntary in his part because of how sexually intimate you were being with him. You've swallowed the moan forming in your throat by feeling him wholly pull out, moaning and whining from the lack of imbue and by forcing yourself not to have your way with his lips---wanting nothing but to dance your mouth with his.

You knew this was a one-sided affection and he didn't entirely adored you like how you do for him.

Your fingers gripped onto the grass on either side, it traveled and clasped around Stephen's neck that felt balmy beneath the pad of your fingers. Drops of perspiration smoothening out as you watched him pant above you, breathless and in a daze. His cheeks turning rosier and crimson from such scabrous act you've brought him in.

He was heavy and scathing on your thigh. His hand grabbing onto the growing base of his throbbing, uncut, hard cock as he looked between you both, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he was feeling his cock on his hands, fingers enclosing around his girth to give it one jerk that made you salivate.

His neck was sweating, drops of perspiration falling along his temples and to distract yourself, you've darted your tongue out to sweep the sweat off his face, catching him off guard that made him throatily groan and cast you a look, his eyes withdrawn and thoroughly focused on what taboo you tried to help him be accustomed with.

The place you decided to be ravished on was rather risquè but also getting you more thrilled to know that your sister knew this spot as a location you always spend time with whenever you were reading. You've heard tiny shuffling of bushes which made Stephen look away and observe whoever that was with his eyebrows knotted together---distracting him and pushing the worry away just like you always do, you've quietly whispered in his ear.

"Put that cock in me, Stephen. Please,"

At the sound of you pleading, it was enough to pull his thoughts away from being concerned over your family catching you both in such a raunchy moment. Their daughter laid amongst the land, being ravished by their worker who they've trusted for all their heart---a boy whom they didn't expect to be salaciously connected with you.

The both of you were in for a tough scolding if caught.

Pointing the head of his cock in your entrance, he'd swiftly drove in. You were wet enough for him to slip inside with the right tightness of your cunt that pushed him to grunt as he filled you in one go. Your back curled from the penetration, the thirst for sexual gratification being answered by Stephen when he started to thrust his hips, experimenting over the pace that could make you moan around his arms before pummeling like how he wanted to.

"Oh yeah---yeah---yes, just like that," you've choked in your own moans and pleasure, licking your lips and watching how he was defiling your cunt with his cock, your slick moisturizing his---the filthy sound of your juices coating his, thrusting in and out of your folds; becoming music to the sound of insects probably watching how you were both sending each other raptures.

Stephen knew how thrilled you were becoming by the audible sound of how filthy he was making you feel. Being aware of the obscene sound whenever he tries to fasten the pace, slowing down to let you both appreciate the erotic sense of debauchery has gotten you biting your lip up at him.

You were his miss and whatever you wanted was his job to give.

He'd slip a hand in between you, the pad of his thumb finding your clit and when he did, Stephen started rubbing that throbbing nub of yours in rough, circular motions making your core jerk, your hips chasing his hand with each thrust he gives; entirely accepting and embracing the sheer pleasure he was giving.

Your boy was deeply grunting with each shove of his hips, his cock befouling your scheming soul and you were loving every moment---cherishing the sounds he create that only you could muster.

Only you, not Cassandra---not anyone.

In the midst of such onslaught and currently trapped in your own bliss, you've never took heed of Stephen panting out your name; thinking that he was bemoaning his desperation for continuously prodding your hole in a greedy pace, his carping had a flicker of perturbation in his diluted, lust-filled baby blues as he tried to catch your attention.

"Miss---Miss," Stephen couldn't stop his smutty assaults. Too concentrated on reaching both of your highs as he peered down at you with his peepers growing larger when he heard your name being called from afar; being an echo of warning that what you were both caught up with was utterly unchaste.

"---your family---ugh---they're seeking for you," he grunted with every word and plunge; his pace never stopping and his fingers reaching further down to polish your clit. Your leak being spread all over your folds as he licked his lips, admiring how you were writhing beneath his body---how you reacted to his ministrations.

Their voices echoed from afar, alerting you both that they were closer than you imagined them to be. It was the dead of the night already, the time after nightfall as you both welcomed the sins of passion that you have gotten Stephen to be involved in again. Being in the shadows of the night, the moment was easier to covert from your family as you laid to satisfy your mania. The ruffle of grass being stepped on repeatedly actually has been the sound of Stephen ardently violating your cunt along the land of dew.

You've both turned your heads to see light coming from the far distance. A buzz of incomprehensible words of unknown from your sister who was mindlessly telling her hunches as to where you both went; remembering that Stephen was also not around for her to ask if he could buy stuff around town because it was already night time.

"Oh, yes!---don't mind them!---just do me,"

He slowed down his pace, skeptical over being caught but never stopping his thrusts while his features turned conflicted over being dubious and also feeling like he was floating for the twist of elation written on your face from his drives. You've grabbed onto his hair, roughly turning his head to face yours as he loudly grunted and groaned above you, the sound made you slip a finger on his lips to shush his moans.

"You're not going to get caught---we're not going to get caught. Just stifle your moans. You can do that. You're a good boy---our good boy and you'll make me cum, right?"

The whispers you've managed to slip past your lips made him stare down at you, understanding what you were trying to point out and it has not been seconds before he'd nodded before you, starting his relentless pace that made you sigh as he was trying to build up your orgasm again, grabbing onto your ankle and hooking it around his hip as he continued to forge himself in you; his breath hitting your face with every push---grunts being uncontrolled from the actions.

You've heard a twig break from behind, not wanting Stephen to be distracted---you've grabbed onto his face and forced him to look at you; your heart beat never ceasing to run fast whenever he stares into your eyes. The fast heart beat also being the cause of your orgasm coming.

He'd shifted in between you, your hips bucking to meet every thrust he offered. Mewling out lewd moans whenever he hits that spot that felt so heavenly. Reaching for his hand, you've guided him back to where he has been flicking---your clit that he immediately rubbed on as you were approaching your high.

Loud, rough grunts came from his throat, feeling his own coming as your cunt gripped him hard for the sounds he was creating. Your mouth and face contorted in sheer pleasure when you've violently thrashed against his hold. Stephen's unconscious response was to grab onto you, keeping you closer to his lean, muscular body---a wiry sculpted body from all the hard work that he does for your family; convulsing in his arms as you gushed around his penetrative cock.

Rambunctious ugh's came from the both of you, especially from your boy who was in the midst of coming. Your sensitive cunt was jolting as Stephen went on in propelling himself, his face of bliss bringing you ecstacy as it was hot for a beautiful face to be debauched like that. You've forgotten your family who was in search for you when he wholly pulled out just in time for him to spill his warm seed over your torso, his load shooting out in spurts as he breathed heavily above you.

You've both shared silence after a moment of paradise. As a habit you've held Stephen accountable, he'd delicately held onto your jaw with his calloused fingers, pinching them together to set forth over opening your mouth. It was an understanding and idea that you told him about after an act of pleasure. He was against the idea at first before you've basically convinced him that there would be no moment as if you were being degraded. But, he somehow has become used to it after quite some time.

Besides, it was one of your wishes. His miss surely needed to have it when she wants it.

Gradually opening your lips, Stephen has lined his mouth on you. Drawing down a line of spit and aiming to shoot it inside; thoroughly not bothered about the fact of it already as he spat inside your mouth, making you grin as he gathered his spilled cum on your torso with a finger, slipping them inside your vermillion, his eyes in a daze as he concentrated over the mouth that has sucked on his cream-filled fingers---swallowing the mixture of his saliva and release like it was food for your tainted soul.

He certainly didn't expect you to be ribald and deceptive from such a religious family---But, considering your sister and her liberated moments, maybe it was probably in the blood.

"Was it how you liked it today?" he simply acknowledged, tone curious over the fact of being caught by your family was thrilling you which is why you've dragged him along the meadow while he was working, asking him for a quick frigging in a deserted, furtive space.

Stephen helped you wear your dress after snapping his breeches back, keeping himself decent. He still wore his white, dirt-filled tank top. Slipping over his suspenders on his shoulders, the latter remained sitting on the grass as you stood up. The expression on his face mixed with a look of a puppy who was blushing under the moon light, his hair utmost unkempt and clothes looking rumpled as if he had a wild night.

"It was everything, Stephen." you softly muttered, flattening the stresses of your dress with the back of your hand, erasing any proof or evidence that you had a nooky with your family's beautiful helper. A sigh left your lips as the ache of thirst was probing your spine, yearning for more than once today.

"---But, can you do me one more favor?"

"Anything, Miss Y/N."

Stephen waited and watched for your response, seeing you ogling at his beauty as he sat silently, catching sight of those suggestive flicker of your eyes under the night.

You've knelt before him, having your height differences obvious from how you tried being eye to eye as he was still taller than you. He'd simply studied your face, changing into an expression that he wouldn't get to reject---not that he ever does because he had no other choice but to follow what you wanted because you were still his patron.

"Can you visit my chambers after dinner?"

He was quick to become uncertain over the service being asked. His thoughts hastily going to what happened in the middle of fornication a while ago; the risk of being exposed by your family for what you both decided to tumble through the afternoon, "But, Miss---"

His protests were cut short when you've distracted him with a delicate kiss to the lips, using it to your advantage as it left seeing him swallowing his apprehension down in the pit of his stomach. Kissing you back with a soft peck that got you sighing when he pulled away to wait for your answer, his complains never being risked to be told. Currently disoriented from the kiss you've given him out of the blue and from the feeling of being confused over what he should feel for letting you have him explicitly.

"My family won't be awake in the middle of the night,"

"Would...you wish to be ravished again?" he understood what you wanted. Another part of his services that he only gives you because you were artful enough to manipulate him into thinking that the idea was fine---that giving you his body and soul was fine.

Stephen had his utmost respect for everyone in your family because he was thankful for them to be employed in the household. Which is why he was even helping you in this part of favor that he surely could have no say about.

"Yes. Can I have you for the night?---I need you tonight,"

He gave a small smile, his fingers reaching for a couple of bluebells from behind. Completely helpless to be under your demands, "If you are in need of it, then I suppose it is fine. Will it help you sleep at night?" the latter slipped the flower behind your ear, his beam so precious with a soul valuable enough to be exploited or influenced by your manipulative ploys.

"Yes---Yes, it does. It'll keep me in deep slumber rather than sleeping like I never have slept at all,"

"---Then you can have me again if you want to---all night if you wish so,"

You've let him tuck the flower, appreciating how handsome and charming he sweetly smiled when you've taken his fingers and kissed every pad of it.

"Thank you, Stephen. You're amazing,"

"Anything for you, Miss."

There will be no place for Cassandra or any other women in his mind. You were determined to swarm his thoughts with only you---where he would worship no other woman nor let him have the desire to feel pleasure over others. From the moment he came into your lives, you've already marked him as your person when you were younger; having this toxic affection for him from the moment you've seen his sweet, seraph face. His personality and characteristics being adding more to your fixation when he was so kind to be gullible---fastening him in a physical-venereal connection that would aid to your benefit.

Stephen Colley was only yours and a puppy---your puppy that you would gladly take care of forever even if it means to be the bad guy in the house.

So, what’s cooking? LMAO. Leave feedbacks to give me power to write the second part. HA!

General taglist for Henry and his characters: @agniavateira, @iloveyouyen, @rahdaleigh, @silverkitten547, @henrythickcavill, @kaatelyyynn

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lovejustforaday · 4 years ago

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Sonic Youth Albums Ranked (Part 1)

There are few indie/alternative bands that I’d argue are as challenging and engaging, or as formative as Sonic Youth.

From their early days as a radical no wave project, to their mid-career as a hard-hitting noise rock band, to their later years as a mellow indie band with prickly guitar tones, Sonic Youth has reinvented the concept of both the guitar and rock music in general again and again. They’ve probably made at least fifty or so never-before-heard noises with their instruments. Combining these sounds with lyrics that regularly explore disillusionment, nihilism, social transgression, pop culture, feminism, abstract thought, underground scenes, and outsider art — it’s safe to say that Sonic Youth have always gone against the grain.

The members of Sonic Youth are obviously all musicians, but they have also been iconoclasts, satirists, and poets throughout their careers, creating music that demolishes both the conventions of rock as well as the social pretensions of the conservative American lifestyle.

Each member of the main lineup contributes something fundamental to the band:

-Guitarist/vocalist/de-facto leader Thurston Moore, the no-fucks-given anti-rock star icon and visionary (albeit he’s kind of a smug twerp these days)

-Bassist/guitarist/vocalist Kim Gordon, the reserved but sharp-witted feminist and multi-disciplinary artist

-Guitarist/sometimes vocalist Lee Ranaldo, the revolutionary master of bizarre guitar tunings

-Drummer Steve Shelley, whose soft and shy demeanor masks a deliverer of precise, high-speed rhythmic anarchy

I could go on and gush about this band forever, but I’ve decided to settle for writing a big nerdy list all about how I feel each Sonic Youth album holds up when ranked. With 15 proper records in total, there is a lot to digest. Likewise, I highly encourage you if you haven’t already to go listen to some of these LPs for yourself and formulate your own opinions about one of the most fascinating bands to have ever existed. This list is really just my two cents.

Note: we will be focusing on the 15 full-length studio albums recorded under the name “Sonic Youth”. This list does not include the s/t debut EP, nor does it include the “Whitey Album” or the SYR series since those are best understood as separate side projects. This list is going to be long enough as it is anyway.

15. Rather Ripped (2006)

Main Genres: Indie Rock, Alternative Rock

A decent sampling of: Noise Rock

From any other band, this is a perfectly decent album with a few nice, gratifying guitar tones here and there. But as a Sonic Youth album, Rather Ripped sounds like the band is on auto-pilot. This is the band’s only album that to my ears sounds like it could’ve been written by any number of other alternative rock bands at the time. It just lacks a certain essential edge that their music usually has.

It really doesn’t help the case for this record that Thurston Moore began having an affair at this point in the career, and it is disgustingly present in the lyrics in hindsight, with the offensively titled “Sleeping Around” and possibly even “Incinerate” both probably taking inspiration from his dirty little secret.

I usually separate art from the artist to a certain degree, but in this case it really does kill part of the experience, because I can’t help but feel that Thurston is having a stupid little giggle to himself by hiding his affair in plain sight and it’s really just kind of pathetic. Kim Gordon is my favourite member of the band, and to me she’s the epitome of an extremely cool person, which only makes the whole thing worse. Seriously, quit bragging old man.

Speaking of “Incinerate”, I can confidently say that I think this is the band’s most overrated song. Certainly not their worst, but I really can’t fathom how so many people consistently put this up there with “Schizophrenia” or “The Diamond Sea” as one of Sonic Youth’s top five songs when it’s honestly just so...by the numbers.

That being said, Rather Ripped is not ‘bad’ per se, it’s mostly just that it really lacks something the band usually has, which makes the project feel a little soulless. Still, the record has its better moments. “Pink Stream” is rather ethereal sounding, which is pretty rare in the band’s discography given their usual penchant for the bombastic and ear-shattering, or the ominous and unsettling. “Turquoise Boy” is also a nice mellow track that probably could’ve fit in quite well as one of many solid tracks on A Thousand Leaves, albeit most of those tracks would still trounce this one.

Rather Ripped is all-around competent; it’s a pretty consistent listen and a decent enough beginner-level Sonic Youth album in terms of accessibility. But there’s just nothing about this album that really grabs me like literally any of their other LPs. There’s almost none of the band’s personality on this record (save perhaps Thurston’s inflated ego). Perhaps it is best to call it their “least interesting” album instead of their “worst”. Honestly, you could just skip this one and you probably wouldn’t miss much.

6/10

highlights: “Pink Stream”, “Turquoise Boy”

14. The Eternal (2009)

Main Genres: Indie Rock, Alternative Rock

A decent sampling of: Noise Rock

The Eternal is the last LP Sonic Youth put out as a band. With context, the record has somewhat of a somber feeling. Even its name ‘The Eternal’ seems to suggest that the band might’ve known that it would be their last record, as if the album could be at least partially a reflection on the band’s legacy that will eventually go on to outlive each member.

The band really does sound a little burnt out at multiple points on this record, particularly in terms of Thurston’s vocals which can be best described as sounding ‘exhausted’. Again, like Rather Ripped, the music is certainly competent and enjoyable, but it’s also noticeably less adventurous than on earlier LPs. The album is also a bit more sluggish than most of the band’s past work, feeling just about as long as Daydream Nation or Washing Machine despite being well over 10 minutes shorter than either of those LPs.

I’ll be perfectly honest: if it weren’t for “Massage The History”, this record probably wouldn’t be all that much better than Rather Ripped. Kim Gordon gets to have the very last words on the record with this grim and cryptic requiem about hers and Thurston’s relationship, indicating that she was at least partially aware at the time that the two of them were growing apart.

This would be the last album Sonic Youth put out before Kim became fully aware of Thurston’s affair with a younger woman, leading to her divorce and the band’s inevitable breakup. The song is honestly kind of painful to listen to for that reason, but it is also tragically and morbidly beautiful. “Massage The History” is chronologically the last track in the entire Sonic Youth discography which stretches across 15 LPs over the course of three decades, and it’s a very worthy swan song for the band, if also a bitter reminder that most things cannot last.

“Malibu Gas Station” is another standout, a nocturnal alternative rock jam that sounds very much like a track from the Sister-Daydream Nation-Goo era, and yet another example of Kim Gordon’s capabilities as a member of the band. Really, Kim basically carries this entire LP on her shoulders in terms of the lyrics and vocals.

Nevertheless, I like this record for what it represents if nothing else, and I would still say that it is a level above Rather Ripped thanks to the album closer, and more on par with the next couple of albums on this list. However, I would never recommend that anyone start their Sonic Youth journey with this LP. You can listen to their discography in just about any order you want to, but I’d highly recommend that you save this one for last. The Eternal is a mostly bittersweet experience that is best appreciated after hearing the rest of the band’s output.

7/10

highlights: “Massage The History”, “Malibu Gas Station”

13. Experimental Jet Set, Trash, And No Star (1994)

Main Genres: Noise Rock, Alternative Rock

A decent sampling of: Experimental Rock, Post-Punk

Experimental Jet Set, Trash, And No Star came right after the modest commercial success of Goo and Dirty, and I think you can hear on this LP that the band is reacting to that success by trying to resharpen some of the edges that were smoothed out by Butch Vig’s production on Dirty. Basically, this sounds rather like Dirty but less put-together, less consistent, and a lot more raw.

I appreciate that they wanted to do their own thing and challenge expectations again, and you can really tell that the band is mostly playing around on this record, but in this case I gotta say that the songwriting seems to suffer a little because of that.

The album starts off promising enough with two major highlights. First, there’s a rare acoustic offering with the lo-fi opener “Winner’s Blues”, the first of many tracks that would appear on later Sonic Youth LPs proving that Thurston’s vocals can actually be quite soothing. Then there’s the winding, topsy-turvy patterns of “Bull In The Heather” where lyrically Kim mocks the infantilization of women in her usual snarky, sing-talking fashion. Later on the record, there’s also “Bone” which has a very sinister, bluesy swagger to it that I really enjoy.

But everything else from here on out is kind of a mixed bag. The main setback really seems to be the track lengths; it’s actually pretty weird for a Sonic Youth album at this point in the band’s career to be full of songs that are mostly only two or three minutes long like they are on Experimental Jet Set, Trash, and No Star. That’s not inherently bad of course, but a lot of these tracks really only sound like ‘parts’ of a Sonic Youth song; some really good ideas, but largely underdeveloped.

Take “Starfield Road” for example, which takes a whole minute to build up this really cool and bizarre turbulent sound storm, and then Thurston starts singing over it for a couple of bars until it all sorta just stops abruptly. This track could work in theory if it was structured differently. “Mildred Pierce” off of Goo does something similar, but with that track there’s pay off at the end with the sudden wicked, destructive breakdown which catches you off guard, but here there’s simply no pay off for the listener.

Combine the lack of complete songwriting with the fact that this is actually one of the longest tracklistings on any Sonic Youth album at 14 tracks, and you get an album that feels like it’s bloated with lots of filler. Mind you, there’s still a lot of great little moments on this LP, but very few of them come together to make great songs. It’s an excellent sampler of just how many different ways Sonic Youth can play with a riff or make weird new static noises, but with regards to songwriting, Experimental Jet Set, Trash, and No Star feels more like a collection of demo tapes than a proper album. Still, there’s some cool energy on this record and I’d say it’s a worthwhile listen for any diehard fan.

7/10

highlights: “Bull In The Heather”, “Bone”, “Winner’s Blues”

12. NYC Ghosts & Flowers (2000)

Main Genres: Experimental Rock, Noise Rock, Art Rock

A decent sampling of: Post-Rock, Art Punk, Beat Poetry, No Wave

This is a good example of why we can’t have nice things. Somewhere between A Thousand Leaves and this record, Sonic Youth had most of their gear stolen by some jackass, which effectively meant pressing a hard reset button on the band’s sound for at least one album.

Likewise, a lot of people say that this is their worst record, and yeah I get why those people feel that way, but I actually like NYC Ghosts & Flowers for the fact that it forced the band to undergo yet another major sonic transformation. It‘s certainly more consistently interesting than Rather Ripped or The Eternal, just a very strange album in general, and for that it gets some extra points. I should also mention that this is the first of a couple of albums where the band collaborated with the acclaimed avant-garde artist Jim O’Rourke.

With lyrics influenced by the legendary mid-20th century ‘beat poetry’ scene born out of the band’s own New York City, this is the most 'abstract' Sonic Youth ever sounded. You can hear hints of the band’s no wave origins on this record, but with all of the crude chaos of those early LPs replaced with cerebral tension.

It’s also more sparse than any of their other studio albums, even more so than the dark and intangible Bad Moon Rising. Unfortunately, in this case that also leads to some tracks like “Nevermind (What Was It Anyway)” feeling somewhat empty, or perhaps sometimes too monotonous or repetitive without enough sonically gratifying moments.

But there are exceptions, and the middle portion of this album is where the new formula mostly thrives. “Small Flowers Crack Concrete” is vivid post-rock art poetry, not unlike a more noisy, sporadic version of some of the songs off of Slint’s beloved post-rock classic Spiderland. “Side2Side” is very aurally pleasing, with plinkety guitar staccatos and Kim’s voice hopping from one ear to the other like some kind of noise rock ASMR.

“StreamXSonik Subway” is a freaky little track that sounds calmly menacing, and I really like the high-pitch computer-y bloops. But then right after that there’s the seven and a half minute title track “NYC Ghosts & Flowers” which could probably give me a headache if I didn’t distract myself with something else while I was listening to it; truly maybe the worst track of the band’s entire discography if I was asked to pick one.

Overall, I’d say that NYC Ghosts & Flowers is a very artistic and fascinating experience in the moment, but I don’t really end up remembering much of it an hour or two after listening to the record. It just doesn’t really stay with me like some of their other records, and I don’t often feel the need to revisit this LP. I think Sonic Youth does the whole ‘sparseness' thing better when they’re aiming to sound vast, haunting, or nihilistic, as opposed to this kind of small, cerebral, sit-down-in-an-empty-room-and-listen experience which I personally find a bit more suited to other bands.

That being said, I applaud them for taking a lot of risks on this one, and I genuinely like NYC Ghosts & Flowers for the moments where it really does seem to be on the cusp of something groundbreaking. It's also a pretty polarizing record for most listeners, so maybe you’ll love it.

7/10

highlights: “Small Flowers Crack Concrete”, “Side2Side“, “StreamXSonik Subway”

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I’m Watching You

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"What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck," George worried, tossing a boat down into the water. "Dream! Get in the boat!"

Dream drew his sword. Was this an actual emergency or just the stupidest Manhunt tactic known to mankind? He stepped warily across the shore; sand crunched beneath his boots.

George's cracked glasses slipped down his nose. The second he saw George's panicked eyes, Dream knew this wasn't a trick.

"I'm not joking, Dream. It has Sapnap and Bad!"

His stomach dropped. "What?"

George urged him again, "Get in the boat!"

Now was not the time to argue. Hastily, he jumped in the boat. "What?" he demanded, "What has Sapnap and Bad?!"

George's hands trembled on the oars. The two began to move at a respectable clip, but George continued to row as if, any second now, the monster that had taken his friends was going to jump out of the water and snatch him up too.

"It was... big," he began quietly. "Like a giant cloak made of void. It grabbed Bad first, and-- and Sapnap tried to fight it." He choked up. "All I could do was run away."

Dream's bones chilled. A giant cloak made of void? That sounded like...

A Watcher.

A sudden heavy wind threatened to capsize their tiny boat. Hellish howling of the abyssal End rended the air. The Watcher, in all its glory, loomed over the two men. Beneath them, all aquatic life fled from its shadow.

"Watch my body," Dream said. George didn't even have a chance to protest before his best friend toppled over, unconscious, and nearly cracked his head open on the side of the boat.

"Dream!" George shouted, shaking the other man's shoulders. "Dream, wake up!"

Dream twitched. The Watcher reached for George with its giant gaseous hand. George held his breath--

From Dream's chest, a concussive blast erupted. George looked up, and up, and up further still. Another massive "Watcher", as Dream had identified them, rammed itself into the first Watcher. Ripping and tearing with its gaping stardust maw, the second Watcher ate a jagged hole in the first Watcher's side which bled ichor and fumes.

Bruised and bloody, Sapnap and Bad fell from the hole in the Watcher's side into the water below. George frenetically helped them into his tiny boat, which then promptly capsized the moment the two Watchers shrieked at each other. The grinding, dissonant cacophony made George’s ears ring. As he struggled to tread water, eyes stinging and half blind with saltwater, roaring waves tackled him. His heart beat heavy in his chest. He knew he was panicking, but he was helpless to do a thing about it. He’d lost sight of Sapnap and Bad, head bobbing above and below the water as it was. Maybe he should just give up…

George’s breath wooshed out of his lungs. He wheezed at the impact, finally taking in lungfuls of precious air.

“Oh my God, what the--” screamed Sapnap. Sapnap was okay! George blinked water out of his eyes, searching for his friends. He saw Bad, Sapnap, and Dream’s unconscious body and oh no they were being carried by one of the Watchers. George was being carried by the same Watcher. He was so screwed!

When the Watcher which wasn’t holding them successfully landed a vicious slash on the other Watcher, it let out an ear splitting roar of triumph. The Dream Team’s Watcher replied in kind with a piercing screech: “MINE!”

In a thunderous clash, the two Watchers rammed into each other, melding like two blocks clipping into the same space. The other Watcher withdrew first, hacking up more ichor with a fizzing moan as the Dream Team’s Watcher ripped chunks out of its not-flesh and ate them savagely.

Just when George was sure he was about to pass out, the surviving Watcher landed on solid ground in time to watch its opponent dissipate into noxious gas and drift away. It set the four men on the ground.

“What the muffin,” Bad gasped.

George trembled, falling to his knees. He was going to die here. The Watcher looked down at its prey-- its massive not-eyes passed over George-- and fell upon…

Dream. He was still unconscious. George scrambled to his feet, placing himself between the Watcher and Dream. “You can't have him!”

Time dragged to a halt. The Watcher rasped a grating laugh, wrapping its unearthly visage around human speech as best it could. “Youuu... muffinhhhead...”

“What?” Sapnap breathed incredulously.

“Gggive me mmmy body backkk.”

Floored, the three conscious men could only stare. “... Dream?” George asked.

“Sssorry…” Dream seemed to shrink in on himself-- no, he was actually shrinking! All at once, the semi-cloud of Watcher bits whooshed past George and straight into Dream’s human form. As the wind settled, Dream groaned.

“Ugh… Ow.” He tried to sit up, but George and Bad had to help him.

Sapnap sat down on the ground with the rest of them. “Dream, what was that?”

Dream winced. “I… I’m sorry.”

“For what?!” George exploded. “You saved our lives!”

Dream drew back, before returning George's intensity. “I lied! I put you all in danger because I was too chickenshit to tell you who I really am: a MONSTER.”

“You're not a monster, you're our friend!” Bad insisted.

Dream hunched over, swiping a hand underneath his mask. It came back wet. “Nobody's born a Watcher, Bad,” he said quietly.

Sapnap shrugged. “So what?”

They all looked at him. He continued, “I mean, you're still Dream.”

“Sapnap’s right,” said George. “You're still the same person.”

Dream inhaled shakily, taking his mask off for the first time any of them had ever seen. His eyes were bright purple.

“You guys… really mean that, huh,” Dream laughed wryly. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“Something terrible, probably,” George said casually. Bad smacked him.

Dream cracked a smile. “Thanks, guys… It means a lot.”

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The Angel of Death Pt33

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It took five hours to shoot the video. By the time it was over Tris was exhausted but she’d learned a few things. First, her Nonna and Trixx were a perfect match and should never, ever be left together without supervision. They’d somehow managed to set Fu on fire for real and both had found it hilarious. Second, the Agrestes and Chloe were completely useless for creating a realistic murder but were very good at coming up with things to amuse themselves and distract everyone else. Third, somehow in this dynamic she was the adult in the room.

Fu, Wonder Woman, and Gina were constantly getting into disagreements. Mostly over things that didn’t matter, at all. Tris had to refocus them every ten minutes and still ended up planning everything herself. The Kwami were just as bad. Plagg and Trixx kept tricking the others and pushing their buttons. At one point Duusu had a full on meltdown and Tris had to spend half an hour calming the Kwami down while Fu and Gina yelled at each other about whether or not she was responsible for controlling Trixx. Adrien and Chloe kept giving out useless suggestions but at least they weren’t causing problems. Mme. Agreste seemed unsure who’s side she should be on and kept changing her opinion on everything which just spurred the others on to get her to agree with them. By the time they were done Tris was ready to murder all of them or just leave and never look back.

“Where are you going?” Fu’s sharp tone was less annoying than the looks of disapproval she got from all the adults. Were they seriously going to pretend to be responsible now? She felt her eye twitch and only barely kept her temper in check.

“To sleep for a few hours then look through possible contracts and decide which will give the most exposure and seem the least connected with anyone or anything in Paris. The whole point of this is to keep people from looking for me here after all.” Her tone was flat and cold. It seemed to stun everyone in the room for a moment. Tris didn’t even have the energy to wonder why.

“I can help with that.” Gina’s tone was confident and held a hint of demand. Tris narrowed her eyes at the implication.

“I don’t need help. I’ve been choosing and planning my own missions for three years. The last thing I need is interference from someone with limited knowledge who thinks they know better just because they happen to be related to me.” She wanted the words back as soon as she heard them come out of her mouth. While it was true, the hurt look her Nonna gave her made her stomach clench. She couldn’t apologize though. It would be a sign of weakness she couldn’t afford to have the others see. She couldn’t afford for any of them to see her as less than a ruthless assassin right now. There was too much at stake.

“And why are you taking the Box?” Fu’s question was slightly less demanding but she still let out a frustrated breath. Tris really hated having to explain things. Especially things she knew didn’t make sense to other people.

“If I leave the box with you one of them will likely try to take it from your care.” She gestured to Gina and Wonder Woman. Both pretended to look affonted at the charge but she knew better. “I don’t have the time, energy, or patience to talk them out of it right now, so the box will stay with me until I’m certain no one will do anything foolish.” She really needed to sleep so she could get her bluntness under control. She was never good with people but at the moment she couldn’t even try to empathize with them.

“And where are you planning on taking it?” The question came from Wonder Woman and Tris could only shoot her a bland look. Was she an idiot or did she think Tris was? If she was afraid they’d go after Fu for it, what could possibly make the woman think that Tris would just tell them where she was going?

“I would like to know as well.��Tris just rolled her eyes at Fu.

“Why so they can torture you for the imformation? Honestly, I can’t tell if you want to die or if you’re just that oblivious.” Everyone was staring at her now. With the exception of her Nonna all their expressions held shock. Gina just looked thoughtful and Tris wasn’t sure if that was good or bad at this point. She really needed sleep. “Mme. Agreste, I’ll follow you and Adrien home so I can retrieve your Miraculous. Same for you Chloe.”

That started a whole new round of arguments. Wonder Woman was insisting that she take the box and all the Miraculous while Fu bristled at her for daring to infringe on his territory. Gina was trying to calm them down while Mme. Agreste, Adrien, and Chloe all pleaded with Tris to keep their Miraculous. She could feel a dull ache start up behind her eyes and knew she was headed towards a full blown migraine at this point. Great, one more thing she didn’t want to deal with. As everyone continued yelling she reached into her vest and began fingering a canister, wondering if it would work on Wonder Woman as well as everyone else. After a few minutes she decided it was worth the risk just to stop this nonsense.

She threw a flashbang first, just to make sure everyone was disoriented, then popped the top on the knockout gas. Her mask had a filtration system in it so she remained standing while everyone else fell to the floor. She let out a sigh of relief before collecting all the Miraculous, including Fu’s just because she knew he’d come after her otherwise. Now for the fun part.

“Was that really necessary?” Tikki sounded confused rather than accusatory and Tris gave her a tired smile.

“Probably not but I’ve reached my limit of dealing with people so this prevented me from stabbing anyone.” Nooroo let out a small giggle before he caught himself but Plagg just roared with laughter. Duusu and Tikki couldn’t seem to decide whether to be amused or horrified. “I’m going to use Kaalki to get everyone home or somewhere safe unless there are any objections?” The Kwami didn’t say anything so she took that as permission. She dropped the Agrestes and Chloe at their respective homes then dropped Fu at a safe house with a note explaining where he was and why. As for Gina and Wonder Woman, she just left them in slightly more comfortable positions in the warehouse. She thought about taking them to the bakery but in the end she didn’t know enough about their relationship with each other to chance it. Once that was taken care of, she made a portal to her dorm room. Fu might look for her there, or Chloe and Adrien might come back, but she knew the others would assume she left Paris entirely and that was what really mattered.

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