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[shaba-the-art]

Allen vs The Roach of Evil

[mermaidgirl30]

✨Run Rabbit✨

A/N: This idea literally came out of nowhere today, so I had to hurry and write it real quick! This idea is based off the song “Run, Rabbit Run!” by Flanagan and Allen. The song would not leave my head, and then I got this image of Joel chasing reader through an abandoned mansion. This one is a tad bit dark, but I hope you enjoy! If you liked this work, please think of reblogging and leaving me comments 🩷 Thank you to @ozarkthedog for being my beta 🥰

Summary: At the beginning of every month, you meet Joel to play a little game of hide and seek at the abandoned mansion near Jackson. It’s not just any game of hide and seek though. It’s dark and it’s twisted. If he catches you, he gets to do whatever he wants with you.

Pairing: Dom! Joel x fem! reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY MDNI)

Word Count: 4.1k

Tags: Possessive Joel, hide and seek, cat and mouse, Joel chases reader until he finds her, Jackson! Joel, outbreak! Joel, smut, fingering, oral, unprotected p in v, cream pie, dirty talk

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The air is suffocating, the black walls are covered in regret and years of cigarette stench. The dim lights seem to shine down on you like a spotlight as you run as fast as you can through the lavish house. You can hear him calling you, stalking you in the dark shadows like a starving dog hunting to devour fresh meat. 

   “Can’t run from me forever, darlin’. You keep on runnin’, but I’ll eventually find you,” he chuckles as his deep voice reverberates around the echoing halls. 

   You cover your mouth, keeping your body down as you run run run past the expensive statues and monumental paintings of the abandoned mansion. Your throat is on fire the longer you run, your body aching like that of a dying man on his last breath of life. Your legs feel like they’ll give way at any second, but you have to keep going. You can’t give up. Not yet. Not when he’s right on your tail. 

   Tired. You’re so very tired, yet you keep running. Dragging your hollow body down the vine covered corridors of the wide hallways as you gasp for fresh air in your watered down lungs. 

   You fly around a narrow corridor and nearly trip yourself on a bed of dark green vines that bite at your ankles, threatening to take you down as Joel draws closer to you. 

   You can feel his overbearing presence, can taste the whiskey that bleeds inside his thick veins, can feel his large body already crowding yours as if he’s already caught you. He hasn’t caught you yet, but you know he will. He always catches you. 

   This was all a game. A dark, twisted game that started on a cold night in December. You remember the first time he chased you, the first time he tore through all your clothes the minute he captured you and devoured your entirety on that pitch black night. Now, every first Saturday of each month you’d meet him back at this abandoned mansion to play his little game. He called it hide and seek, you called it a deadly game of cat and mouse because you were the mouse, and cats always caught their prey. 

   It’s like you two are stuck in a never ending dance, two souls completely consumed in the other as you spin in circles until one of you collapses. You shouldn’t keep coming back, shouldn’t want to play his dark little games, but yet you come. Every single time, you come, unable to face the reality of a month without his touch, his taste, his growls. You’d let the man do as he wanted because how could you resist those charming, big brown eyes? You couldn’t, you just couldn’t. You were a moth drawn to a flame, and he was the brightest, most dangerous flame of all. Something you wanted to forever be branded by.

   Joel Miller was a fucking menace of society, but he was your menace. So you’d continue the game until one of you stopped breathing. 

   “Where are you, little lamb?” he calls as your breath scorches the vine covered walls. You continue running, twisting around dark corners, running down stone steps, and hiding behind crimson curtains. 

   The next wooden door you come upon is locked tight. No amount of shaking the golden handle or hurling your body into the door will make it budge. You turn your head from side to side. The only way out is from the way you came. The hallway that he is in. Fuck. 

   You gulp down a silent breath and make a run for it, even though you know he’ll be there waiting like a prowling wolf. 

   You take careful steps down the marble hallway and sneak around the cold corner until you see his dark silhouette shining against the reflective flooring. You gasp as your eyes go wide, but before you can run he reaches out a long arm and clasps tightly to your wrist. 

   “There ya are, little lamb. Thought you’d get away from me this time?” he smirks as he wraps his calloused fingers tightly around you and tries to pull you in. 

   “Haven’t caught me just yet,” you laugh as you somehow manage to slip out of his grip and make a run for it. 

   You run down some slippery stone steps and end up at the back of the mansion with vine covered long corridors and twisting mazes of green bushes. You run as fast as you can as the wind sweeps through your long hair, letting the brisk wind set your adrenaline on fire. 

   You manage one glance back and see just how fast he’s creeping up on you. He’s like a lion running after a gazelle, the hunter about to attack the prey with its bare claws. And he will destroy his prey. 

   You take a few more steps, but then you feel a hand claw at your shoulder. He takes you down on the hard floor as you come crashing down to the pit of your doom. Pain radiates through your body, but you brush it off as you crawl forward, trying to escape the man that will take you as his own. 

   “Where do ya think you’re goin’, pretty thing?” he asks darkly as he wraps a hand around your ankle and tugs you in his direction. You hear a squeak escape your mouth like a trapped mouse that just got caught by a giant cat. 

   “I’m running away from you,” you answer back as you kick and try to squirm out of his reach. 

   He obviously has other plans because he drags you back underneath him and turns you flat on your back as he pins your hands above your head, his hips and large thighs caging you in so you can’t break free. He won this round, like he always did. 

   “Didn’t think I’d catch you so soon, little lamb,” he chuckles deeply as the weight of his body hangs over yours entirely. 

   “You just caught me off guard,” you sigh as you see his dark chocolate eyes honing in on yours. They’re so captivating, so damn pretty that you can’t look away. He’s so gorgeous even when you should find him intimidating. 

   “Now you’re mine,” he smirks as his chocolate eyes become darker, more blown out as he hovers his plush lips over yours. “Just what am I gonna do to you tonight, hmm?” he asks as lust fills the void of his dark eyes, making you squirm with anticipation already. You know what you want. You want him. 

   “Maybe I should be a little rough with you, hmm? That what you want?” he asks with the tick of his sculpted jaw, his thick eyebrow raising as he looks at you like he just won the most valuable prize in town. 

   You shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t be feeding his sick mind as he plays his dark games, but you can’t help it. You want it just as bad as he does. You want him to be rough with you. 

   You look at him with wide eyes and smirk right back at him, challenging his dominant side to give in. “So be rough with me,” you whisper back. 

   You see his dark eyes grow large with need as he huffs out through his nostrils. “Open,” he demands as he grabs a hold of your jaw and squeezes, just enough for your lips to part open slightly. He bends his head down and inhales deeply as he spits into your mouth as you feel the warm spit cover your tongue. 

   “Swallow,” he growls as you fully oblige. You close your mouth and swallow as you taste his spit slide down your throat. All hot and moist as you taste him in the back of your throat. And somehow you think it’s so goddamn hot. 

   “Good girl,” he praises as he shifts his weight down and starts unbuttoning your faded denim jeans. 

   “Now, you’re gonna be a good girl for me, right?” he asks as he starts to drag the denim down your legs, feeling a wave of slick slide down your lace panties as your adrenaline kicks in. 

   “Mhm,” you nod as you watch him strip your legs bare, next going to tear off your sticky pink t-shirt while he hovers over the fine lace of your bra, his calloused fingers circling your back as he slowly undoes the clasps. 

   “Gonna let me taste every inch of you, little lamb? Gonna let me fuck you till you can’t take anymore?” he asks as he undoes the last clap and slowly starts to slide the bra free, leaving your full breasts exposed to the chilly night air. The only thing left is your slick covered panties, and then you'll be completely bare. 

   “Yes,” you breathe as he cups your breasts and slides his tongue along the crook of your neck, all teeth and tongue as he nips and bites at your flesh. 

   You can’t help the burn, can’t help the absolute need that courses through your body as his weight encompasses your chest. His hot breath bleeds into your lungs and it’s as if you can breathe fresh air for the first time. His woodsy, whiskey scent makes you dizzy as he slides his wet tongue along your bottom lip as he hovers his weight above you. He’s like a wolf that comes to feed on you in the night, and you’ll gladly let him devour you whole. 

   He snakes his hand down your abdomen and slides his hand underneath your ruined panties as he presses his thumb in between your folds, collecting slick as you groan at the feel of him spreading you wide. 

   “Open up, darlin’. Wanna give you a taste,” he whispers. He slides his thumb in your mouth, and you press your tongue around it, tasting the sweet saltiness of your own arousal as you let it slide down your throat. 

   He opens his mouth and sucks the rest of the slick off as he moans at the taste of you in his system. “You taste so fuckin’ sweet, darlin’. Wanna just eat you up,” he groans as he hovers his lips back over yours, inching closer and closer until you’re practically begging him to drop down on your lips. 

   “Please,” you whine as your hands fist at his green flannel shirt, desperate for him to get closer to you. 

   “Please what?” he smirks as his dark eyes weigh into yours, pools of lust overflowing the edges as his pupils now expand into complete darkness. A predator about to eat his prey up entirely. 

   You have to use all your strength to get any words out, desperate for his touch. “Take me, all of me,” you plead as your eyes search his black pits that burn you alive. 

   “Oh, sweetheart. I’m gonna take it all,” he smirks. 

   Before you have time to respond, he drops his lips on yours and fists your hair as he tugs hard and pries your lips apart as he slots in his wet tongue. He glides his tongue against yours and circles your mouth as you moan against him and drink his whiskey breath down. 

   He breaks apart from your mouth and nips playfully down your neck as he kneads your breasts together. His tongue comes down to circle each nipple, bringing them to life as they harden and pebble for him as you writhe underneath him in pleasure. 

   His experienced hands are everywhere, burning your skin alive as he skates his calloused fingers up and down your glistening body that’s now caked in sweat. He shoves your legs apart and slides the lace down your legs as he sits back and examines your entire naked body that’s on full display just for him. Glistening skin and slick coated folds splay out in front of him, and he looks like a mad man the way he’s looking at you. 

   His nostrils flare as his eyes grow wide, the big black pits scavenging your body as he drags a hand through his thick salt-and-pepper scruff as he groans out a heated response. “Goddamn, little lamb. You’re so fuckin’ wet and ready for me. I can hardly stand it,” he moans as he slides between your legs and pushes your thighs apart, his calloused fingers spreading your folds apart as he spits down in between them and starts running meticulously up and down your open folds as he starts circling your clit slowly. 

   You moan and writhe underneath his fingers, but he just presses a big hand to your stomach and holds you still as he works his fingers up and down your soaked pussy. And it feels so good that you want to crawl out of your own skin as the flames alight in your lower regions. 

   “Fuck,” you moan as he licks a thick strip from your dripping hole all the way to the top of your clit as his nose brushes against the coarse hair that sits above your clit. He inhales a large whiff of you as he groans and wraps his arms around your thighs as he holds you down against the cool ground. 

   “That’s right, little lamb. Gonna have you screamin’ my name by the time I get done with you,” he chuckles darkly as he dives back in. 

   His tongue devours you as he slides it up and down, drawing tight circles around your throbbing bundle of nerves as he sucks you deep into his mouth. He glides his middle and ring finger into your dripping hole and works them in and out as he curls up and hits your spongy walls again and again as his tongue feasts on your clit and his fingers go knuckle deep into your pussy. 

   Your eyes start to roll back as your head hits the hard floor, your body feeling like it’s floating on a cloud as hot heat starts to slide down the base of your spine. Close, you’re so close. Almost there. 

   He growls up at you as he demands your attention right now. “LOOK AT ME,” his voice echoes off the vine covered walls as his dominance sheds through the dim light of the hallway. 

   Your eyes snap up to find blown out dark pupils looking up at you as he sucks you in his mouth expertly. His nail beds dig into your thighs as one of his fists sit knuckle deep in your pussy. You’ve never seen him so wild, so much like a starving wolf that it makes more slick slide down his fingers as he pumps in and out of your drenched walls. 

   He pops your bundle of nerves out of his mouth as he gives you one more long lick as he growls up at you with pure dominance in his words. “Come for me, little lamb. Want ya to scream my name, tell me just who’s makin’ you feel good. Come on, darlin’. Show me how you break,” he smirks as he quickens the pace of his fingers and drops back on your clit as he circles circles circles until you’re seeing stars in your vision. 

   “Joel, I’m gonna… gonna,” you whine as you feel your orgasm start to break apart. 

   “Go on. Come for me. Be a good girl now and obey,” he growls as he pulls you back into his mouth while his fingers press up into the spongy walls as you feel yourself coming hard for him. 

   You clench up around his fingers and feel slick start to rain down his fingers onto your thighs as you throw your head back and scream his name as your moans echo through the long, dim lit corridor. Your body feels like white noise washing through it as your toes curl and your fingers slide through his tousled curls. 

   He groans as your fingers dig into his scalp while he licks up every inch of spilt slick in between your thighs. You feel your high start to come down as you take nice, deep breaths and focus on the buzzing in your ears. 

   Joel sits on his knees and views the mess that he made in between your legs as you splay across the floor with your legs still wide open for him. He must enjoy the view because he can’t keep his hungry eyes off you. 

   “Such a good girl, you know that? Now, gonna let me take ya all the way? Gonna let me fuck ya now, sweetheart?” he smirks as he starts unbuttoning his green flannel shirt, undoing the buttons quickly as he slides it off his thick arms and throws it in a heap next to the vine covered wall. His rock hard abs sit glistening in the night light while a happy trail of dark, coarse hair sits just above the waist of his jeans in a v shape. It makes you want to get on your hands and knees and crawl to him as you beg to have just a little taste of him.

   “Yes, please. Fuck me,” you moan as you push your breasts together as your center feels on fire for him. 

   “Oh, I’m gonna fuck ya deep, little lamb,” he smirks as he knits his eyebrows together in concentration. 

   He unbuttons his dark jeans and threads the leather belt through his belt loops while he shoves his jeans and boxers down his legs while he stands and hovers over you with his hard cock hitting the base of his hairy stomach as the tip sits weeping and swollen, just waiting to get inside you. 

   You lick your lips together and stare at the swollen tip as saliva starts to coat your mouth. You can practically taste the salt on your tongue, can almost feel the precum sliding down your throat as you beg him for just one more taste. He looks so delicious, and you want to just eat him right up.

   He smirks down at you as he sees you staring at his thick cock that screams your name. “Want a taste, little lamb?” he smirks as you nod your head mindlessly. 

   “Get over here then and do somethin’ ‘bout it,” he demands as he pulls you up by your hair and plants you on your knees in front of his large body. 

   “Go on then. Let me see how good you can choke on this cock, darlin’.” He flashes his pearly whites at you and wraps his fingers around your hair as you take your hand and start sliding it up and down as you spread the precum all over his thick length. 

   You lick the tip lightly and swirl around slowly as you tease him while your hand works up and down the base of him. “Fuck, there ya go,” he groans as you take him inside your mouth as you taste salty goodness drip down your throat. You take him deeper as you choke on him, feeling the drool coat his cock as you go back and forth on him slowly. 

   He grabs tighter to your hair and starts to fuck up into your mouth as you feel him bottom out at the base of your throat as it constricts around his thick length. You choke and gag around his length as he deep throats you over and over again. Your vision blurs as the tears lick at the corners of your eyes, but you don’t care. You love when he chokes you out, when his cock is deep in your throat as you hear his stifled moans get caught in his throat the more your mouth deep throats him. 

  “Fuckin’ Christ,” Joel growls as his thrusts become rougher and deeper, enough to where you’re gagging on your own drool as it coats your mouth as he slips deeper inside. 

   Before you think you can’t take anymore, he releases his cock from your mouth as a bead of drool connects from his tip to your lower lip as you choke for air with his fingers still firmly wrapped around your hair. 

   “Good fuckin’ girl,” he praises as he releases you and shoves you back to the ground as your back his the cold floor. “Now spread those legs, sweetheart. Gonna fuck ya nice and deep now,” he instructs as he spreads your legs and gets down on his knees.  He throws your legs over his shoulders and lines his cock up with your folds as he slowly slides the tip up and down your folds as your spit on his cock collects with the messy slick in between your legs. 

   “Jus’ relax now, darlin’. Let me help fill this pretty pussy up,” he smiles as he shoves his cock through your folds and fills you up. 

   You gasp at the stretch, he’s so fucking big that you never quite get used to the stretch. There’s a tinge of pain, but mostly you’re so full of him that all you can focus on is how good he’s making you feel. He fucks up into you deeper as he bottoms out inside you over and over again. 

   His body hovers over you as his lips nip against your neck as he slides in and out of you faster faster faster as you start to feel wildlife burn through your whole body. He folds your legs in half like a pancake as he fucks deeper inside you, making your walls squeeze his large length tight as you get close to your second orgasm. 

   You study his appearance, focusing on his knit eyebrows that are sewn together in concentration as he loses himself in you entirely. Sweat sticks to his forehead as his curls stick together in the glistening sweat. His broad back is flexing and tightening around you as your nails claw his tan skin, making him moan into the shell of your ear as he licks against the edge of your ear with thick pants leaving his mouth. 

   You kiss along the edge of his jaw, nipping at his scruff as you moan his name eagerly into the base of his ear as he speeds up his thrusts, bottoming out again and again until you can’t take it anymore. 

   “Joel, I’m gonna… fuck, I’m gonna come,” you pant out as he presses his forehead against yours. 

   “Come for me, pretty girl. Let me feel ya,” he commands as he thrusts up inside once twice three more times until you’re squeezing his cock with your walls and pouring yourself all over him. You moan his name and scratch your nails down his back as he moans back in satisfaction. 

   “Oh, that’s a good girl,” he praises as he continues rutting up inside you until he’s choking for air with his own tongue. 

   “Christ, I’m gonna come. Fuck, I’m gonna…” He doesn’t take long till he’s shooting thick ropes of come inside your walls as you feel warmth bubbling all inside you. He takes a minute to let it all out, releasing all his spend inside you as you breathe in his whiskey coated scent. 

   “Fucking hell, sweetheart. Can’t get enough of that sweet pussy,” he groans as he pulls his cock out of you and lets his spend slide down your milky thighs. 

   He collapses onto his back and pulls you into his side as you wrap a leg around his waist and inch your head up to the crook of his neck as your arm wraps around his broad chest. 

   “Some game, huh?” you pant as your exhausted body splays over the entirety of him. 

   “Some game,” he agrees as he rakes his fingers through your messy hair and kisses the top of your forehead as you relax all your weight into him. 

   “Think there’s ever gonna be a day where you won’t catch me?” you ask curiously as he smiles down and shakes his head at you. 

   “No, sweetheart. I’m always gonna catch you. Even if I have to run a couple miles to get to you. I’ll always catch you, my pretty girl.”

   You smile as he pulls you tight against his body, and you spend the rest of the night just lying on the floor in the abandoned mansion where this all started in the first place. A twisted game that ended in two lovers running back to each other again and again. 

   Maybe some games aren’t meant to be played, but this one was specifically made for you and Joel. The cat and the mouse who started off running away from each other, but it ended with both of you falling apart together. 

Tagging some mutuals who might want to read🩷 @milla-frenchy @vividispunk @littlevenicebitch69 @jasminedragoon @morallyinept @mountainsandmayhem @dugiioh @pedrostories @syd-djarin @laurrrra @joelmillersblog @joelmillerisapunk @amyispxnk @msjarvis @lotusbxtch @untamedheart81 @littlemisspascal

[muiitoloko]

I was thinking could you do another Phil Allen story, this time with a female character. I had an idea that his son’s girlfriend had a half sister and she comes over from the US to see her sister. She meets Phil because obviously her sister is dating his son. They get get to know each other and develop a connection, they embark on a secret relationship due to their fear of what his son and her sister’s reaction would be. They mainly meet up in her hotel room. Do what you want with that idea.

Title: Dirty little Secret

Summary: You knew this was worth it.

Pairing: Phil Allen (Blow Dry) × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut

Author's Notes: I absolutely loved your idea for Phil! It's such a juicy premise with plenty of potential for drama and intrigue. I've crafted a one-shot based on your concept, and I can't wait for you to read it! I hope you enjoy the story—I put my heart and soul into it. Let me know what you think!

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As you lazily caress Phil's chest, your mind drifts to the complicated web of emotions that entangled the two of you in a forbidden love affair. You're tired of hiding your affection for Phil, tired of sneaking around like teenagers trying to avoid getting caught. But Phil's reluctance to make your relationship public weighs heavily on your heart, reminding you of the countless obstacles that stand in the way of your love.

Being Christina Robertson's half-sister only adds fuel to the fire, as you come from the lineage of Phil's rival, Raymond Robertson. The tension between your families is palpable, a constant reminder of the divide that separates you from Phil.

The fact that you're also his son's sister-in-law from Phil's son, Brian Allen, makes your situation even more precarious. Brian's relationship with Christina only adds another layer of complexity to the mix, as your very existence threatens to unravel the delicate balance of their romance.

Despite all the odds stacked against you, neither you nor Phil can resist the magnetic pull that draws you together. From the moment you met, there was an undeniable chemistry between you, a spark that ignited a flame of passion that refuses to be extinguished.

And so, here you are, stealing moments of intimacy in the confines of your hotel room, the only place where you can truly be yourselves without fear of judgment or reprisal. It's not the ideal situation, but for now, it's enough to sustain you, enough to keep the flame of your love burning bright in the darkness.

But as you lie there with Phil, you can’t help but wonder how much longer you can keep up this charade. How much longer can you live in the shadows, denying yourselves the chance to be together openly and without shame?

With a sigh, you bury your face in Phil's chest, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne as you cling to him desperately. You know that the road ahead won't be easy, that there will be countless obstacles and challenges to overcome. But as long as you have each other, you're willing to face whatever comes your way, together.

When Phil gently tugs on your hair, turning so he's above you, a shiver of anticipation runs down your spine. His breath catches in his throat at the sensation. You can feel the heat of his body pressed against yours, his touch sending waves of desire coursing through your veins.

With a soft moan, you arch your back, offering yourself up to him completely as he leans in to kiss your lips with a hunger that leaves you breathless. His lips are soft yet demanding, claiming you as his own with each passionate kiss, his tongue tracing lazy circles against yours as he explores every inch of your mouth with a fervor that leaves you dizzy with desire.

But as his lips leave yours to trail kisses down your neck, your mind reels with the knowledge that this forbidden love affair could spell disaster for both of you. The thought of being caught in the throes of passion with Phil fills you with a heady mix of excitement and fear, your heart racing in your chest as you cling to him desperately, unable to resist the magnetic pull that draws you together.

His tongue flicks out to tease your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through your body as he sucks and nibbles on each one with a skill that leaves you gasping for breath.

You arch your back, offering yourself up to him completely as he takes you in his mouth, his tongue tracing lazy circles around your hardened peaks as he worships your body with a devotion that leaves you trembling with desire. Each flick of his tongue sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins, your hands tangling in his hair as you urge him to take more of you into his mouth.

With a low growl of desire, Phil complies, his mouth closing around your nipple with a fierce intensity that leaves you gasping for air. He sucks and nibbles on your sensitive flesh, alternating between gentle caresses and firmer tugs, each movement driving you closer to the edge of oblivion as you surrender yourself completely to the ecstasy of his touch.

And as Phil's erection pressed against your thigh, a surge of excitement rippled through your body, your fingers tingling with anticipation as you reached between the two of you to grasp his throbbing member. With a soft moan, Phil released your nipple from his mouth, his gaze locking with yours as he watched you stroke his cock with practiced ease.

His breath hitched in his throat as he felt your hand wrap around him, your fingers trailing over the rough but well-trimmed pubic hair that framed his length. Phil took pride in his grooming habits, always meticulous in his attention to detail, especially when it came to his appearance below the belt.

With a grunt of frustration, Phil pulls your hand away from his throbbing cock, his desire evident in the way he grips your wrist tightly, his eyes smoldering with need as he gazes down at you. "I like your touch, darling," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "But I need more than just that. I need to bury myself in your sweet pussy, to feel you clenching around me as I fuck you senseless. Feel your taste on my tongue."

You whimper in response, the ache between your legs growing more intense with each passing moment as you watch Phil lower his head between your spread thighs. His fingers part your lower lips with practiced ease, his tongue flicking out to tease your sensitive clit as he explores every inch of your pussy with a hunger that leaves you breathless.

You cling to his hair desperately, your hips arching off the bed as you chase the exquisite sensation of his tongue on your skin. Each flick of his tongue sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, your breath hitching in your throat as you surrender yourself completely to the ecstasy of his touch.

But just as you feel yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion, Phil pulls away with a mischievous glint in his eyes, his lips glistening with your arousal as he gazes down at you with a devilish grin.

"Sorry, darling," he says, his voice dripping with amusement. "But I can't have you ruining my hairstyle."

You roll your eyes in amusement at his antics, unable to resist teasing him in return. "Oh, please," you retort, your voice laced with mock indignation. "Your hairstyle was ruined the moment you woke up this morning."

Phil feigns a disappointed sigh, his hand pressed dramatically against his chest as he gazes up at the ceiling in mock despair. "Oh, the cruelty of fate," he laments, his voice thick with sarcasm. "To be blessed with such natural beauty, only to have it marred by a simple touch."

You can't help but laugh at his theatrics, the tension between you dissipating in the face of his playful banter. With a playful swat to his shoulder, you pull him back down to you, your lips crashing together in a passionate kiss as you lose yourselves once more in the heat of the moment.

With a low growl of desire, Phil's lips find yours once more, his tongue delving deep into your mouth as he claims you with a ferocity that leaves you breathless. You moan into his mouth, your hands roaming over his naked body as you revel in the exquisite sensation of his skin against yours.

But just as the heat between you threatens to consume you both, Phil pulls away with a reluctant groan, his eyes smoldering with desire as he mumbles something about getting a condom. You nod eagerly in response, your heart racing with anticipation as you watch him disappear into the bathroom.

Alone in the dimly lit room, you can't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of what's to come. The anticipation coils in your belly, aching to be released as you wait for Phil to return to you, his cock hard and ready to claim you once more.

And when he finally emerges from the bathroom, a condom in hand, you can feel your pulse quicken with desire at the sight of him. His body is a masterpiece, every line and curve a testament to his raw masculinity as he stalks towards you with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

With a wicked grin, Phil crawls back onto the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he positions himself between your spread thighs. His cock is thick and swollen, glistening with pre-cum as he rolls the condom onto his length with practiced ease.

You watch with rapt fascination as he sheaths himself, a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins at the thought of him filling you completely. With a low growl of desire, Phil leans down to claim your lips once more, his hands gripping your hips as he positions himself at your entrance.

And then, with a single, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, filling you to the hilt as you cry out in pleasure. Your walls clench around him, the sensation of him stretching you to your limits sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your body as you surrender yourself completely to the pleasure of his touch.

With each thrust, Phil drives you closer to the edge of oblivion, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate as he chases his own release. You meet him thrust for thrust, your bodies moving together in a primal dance of desire as you lose yourselves in the heat of the moment.

As the pleasure washed over you, your mind couldn't help but drift back to the tangled web of secrecy that surrounded your relationship with Phil. Despite the intensity of your connection, the thought of being his secret weighed heavily on your heart, casting a shadow over the ecstasy of the moment.

"Phil," you whispered breathlessly, your voice barely above a whisper as you clung to him desperately. "When are you going to tell Brian about us?"

Phil paused mid-thrust, his movements slowing as he processed your question. For a moment, his expression was unreadable, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt or hesitation.

But then, with a sardonic chuckle, he leaned back slightly, his lips curling into a smirk as he looked down at you. "Gee, darling," he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I must be really bad at fucking if that's what you're thinking about at a time like this."

You scolded him with a playful swat to his chest, your voice laced with annoyance as you chastised him for his flippant response. "That's not what I meant, Phil," you insisted, your tone firm with resolve. "I don't want to be your dirty little secret anymore. I want us to be able to be together openly, without having to hide like teenagers sneaking around behind closed doors."

But Phil ignored your protest, his movements becoming slow and deliberate as he continued to fuck you, his forehead resting against yours as he whispered words of affection in your ear. "But you love it, don't you?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "To be my dirty little secret, to have me sneaking into your hotel room and fucking you on this fancy mattress before I have to sneak out again like some kind of forbidden lover."

You couldn't deny the truth in his words, the thrill of secrecy adding an intoxicating edge to your passion as you surrendered yourself completely to the ecstasy of the moment. With a soft moan, you arched your back, offering yourself up to him completely as you lost yourself in the heat of his touch.

"God, Phil," you gasped, your voice thick with desire as you clung to him desperately. "Fuck me harder, make me yours completely. I want everyone to know that you're mine, that we belong together no matter what."

With a sparkle of mischief dancing in his eyes, Phil held your hips firmly as you wrapped your legs around his waist, the heat of his body pressed against yours as he intensified his thrusts. The headboard rattled against the wall with each powerful stroke, echoing the rhythm of your shameless moans as you called out his name in ecstasy.

"Oh, fuck, Phil!" you cried out, your voice filled with raw desire as he buried himself deep inside you, hitting all the right spots with each delicious thrust. "Harder, please, I need you to fuck me harder!"

Phil's lips curled into a wicked grin as he obliged your request, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate as he chased his own release. He knew just how to push you to the brink of ecstasy, his cock driving into you with a primal intensity that left you trembling with pleasure.

"That's it, darling," he growled, his voice rough with desire as he watched you writhe beneath him. "You like it rough, don't you? You like it when I fuck you senseless, when I make you scream my name until you can't think straight."

You nodded eagerly in response, unable to form coherent words as pleasure consumed you completely. With each thrust, you felt yourself spiraling closer to the edge of oblivion, your body teetering on the brink of ecstasy as Phil drove you to new heights of pleasure with each powerful stroke.

And then, just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, Phil trapped one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it with a ferocity that left you gasping for air. The combination of his relentless thrusts and the exquisite sensation of his tongue on your sensitive flesh sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, overwhelming your senses with pure, unadulterated bliss.

"Fuck, Phil!" you cried out, your voice echoing through the room as you surrendered yourself completely to the ecstasy of the moment. "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come so fucking hard!"

Phil's only response was a low growl of desire as he redoubled his efforts, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate as he chased his own release. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing with pleasure as he spilled himself into the condom with a primal roar of ecstasy.

As you tumbled over the edge into blissful oblivion, your body convulsing in the throes of orgasm, you knew that this forbidden love affair was worth every moment of secrecy and shame. In Phil's arms, you had found a passion that transcended the boundaries of time and space, a love that burned brighter than any flame, and as you clung to him desperately, you knew that nothing could ever tear you apart.

[providencehq]

Power House AU: I've absolutely loved all the additions and directions people took this post where Danny is captured by the Justice League and I wanted to share my general thoughts on where it would go after that but I'm also lazy so it's just this since I'm tired and don't want to draw.

The JL attempts to interrogate him but fails as Phantom is unresponsive for the majority of the time.

They struggle trying to identify exactly why he isn't responsive considering he has either fully ran from members or quickly attempt to fight them if they try to interact with him.

Somehow, someway, when they're moving Phantom to a new location in the Watch Tower to get a medical check since they're getting worried that after a few days, he's remained the same.

Phantom proceeds to freak the fuck out in the nicest of terms when he's taken to their medical wing and manages to slip out from whoever was taking him.

He's in full panic mode now and he NEEDS to get out even with the suppression cuffs on him so he's dashing blindly in the watch tower.

He manages to make way to the Zeta tubes and somehow manages to make them function and he's teleported away (not Danny's intention, he was just running and it went off at the worst time.)

He doesn't know where he's at on Earth but he's immediately running either way to get away.

Certain members of the League Zeta'd right behind him and are now looking for him.

Danny gets the suppression cuffs and collar and transform right before they can catch him.

They let him leave as they're informed by Batman that they have enough information on him that with a lot of leg work, they may be able to find who he really is since they have now both seen his human and "meta" side of him. Batman does reveal that due to something with biology, they won't be able to find any DNA matches and much of the video recordings of him are difficult to make out even if they're from the Watch Tower.

Danny escapes back to Central City and tries his best to return to a normal college life. He's slightly upset since they managed to pull him away, leaving him little time to study for an upcoming exam.

A few more weeks pass and Batman with the help of Flash manage to find out who Phantom is. A young college student in Central City and is funnily enough working at S.T.A.R. Labs as an intern. Bright future ahead and seems like no one who would have a potential in being a hero/vigilante but digging enough into his past they believe that if anything, it seems like another case of how the Flash came to be except a whole different set of powers.

They decide the best way to get Phantom is to corner him as a civilian in public.

Bart Allen, Hal Jordan, and J'onn J'onzz go as a group of civilians to intervene with Danny as he's leaving one of his campuses buildings.

They make themselves known to Danny and that it would be a mighty bad time to try to fight back or get away as they're all so exposed in public (not really, they're talking alone between some buildings). They make it known that they only want to ask questions and they have concerns about whatever is going on with him (being Phantom, his rogues, fighting the League, clearly fighting alone, etc.)

Danny decides the risk is worth it and tries to make a run for it before even speaking a word to them. Clearly doesn't work out as they expect him to either run or fight them. Barry manages to get to him and place suppression cuffs and collar back on him fairly easily before Danny could transform thanks to super speed.

They're not happy clearly with Danny still not cooperating but it's expected. The three inform Danny that he is now being held by the League until they can determine the best next step.

For the first time, Danny speaks to them and says "You can't do that! Finals are in two weeks! What the fuck am I suppose to do that? It's literally my second final semester!"

It doesn't work and Danny finds himself taken back to the Watch Tower to be once again interrogated. It's back to square one with Danny/Phantom. He isn't responding to any of their questions but this time rather out of a sense of protection of his self and mind, it's out of pure spite. They're making him miss his finals, of course he's going to give them nothing in return.

The most they're able to get out of him at one point is that why should he trust them? Why should he trust heroes who only care about themselves and their image? Even if he's young and inexperienced, he does his job and does it quick and they need to leave him alone.

It's implied he doesn't trust the older heroes in any regard and this is true, they only want to learn how he got his powers, where his rouges are from, and why he fought and ran from the League. Nothing else, nothing more.

Danny/Phantom doesn't trust the League in any regard so why should he even attempt to cooperate?

And that's all I have :)

[bethanydelleman]

Northanger Abbey Readthrough Ch 23

So the joke of this chapter, which I will admit to not understanding on my first read, is that General Tilney is deliberately showing Catherine everything he has renovated, so the newest and most fancy parts of the abbey, while all that Catherine wants to see is the old stuff. She's basically getting the brag tour and she wants the historical tour.

When the general had satisfied his own curiosity, in a close examination of every well-known ornament

Eleanor wants to take Catherine further, but the General is against it because "Had not Miss Morland already seen all that could be worth her notice?" The real meaning here is that nothing else is fancy enough for his pleasure, but Catherine's imagination is running again, "Something was certainly to be concealed"

The General’s improving hand had not loitered here: every modern invention to facilitate the labour of the cooks had been adopted within this, their spacious theatre; and, when the genius of others had failed, his own had often produced the perfection wanted.

General Tilney sounding a lot like John Thorpe here, but again, just more educated:

He told her of horses which he had bought for a trifle and sold for incredible sums; of racing matches, in which his judgment had infallibly foretold the winner; of shooting parties, in which he had killed more birds (though without having one good shot) than all his companions together; and described to her some famous day’s sport, with the fox-hounds, in which his foresight and skill in directing the dogs had repaired the mistakes of the most experienced huntsman, and in which the boldness of his riding, though it had never endangered his own life for a moment, had been constantly leading others into difficulties, which he calmly concluded had broken the necks of many. (Ch 9)

It's like the Thorpes were a nice warm-up for Catherine's discernment and now she's up against the real boss of liars.

As a mom, I can never read this without a bit of distress: by passing through a dark little room, owning Henry’s authority, and strewed with his litter of books, guns, and greatcoats. Litter of guns!!! What if a child toddles into this room, sir? I know there are no children about but STILL. Litter of guns, indeed.

Also, Catherine's general displeasure with this tour reminds me of Mary Crawford's speech about viewing houses in Mansfield Park:

“That she should be tired now, however, gives me no surprise; for there is nothing in the course of one’s duties so fatiguing as what we have been doing this morning: seeing a great house, dawdling from one room to another, straining one’s eyes and one’s attention, hearing what one does not understand, admiring what one does not care for. It is generally allowed to be the greatest bore in the world, and Miss Price has found it so, though she did not know it.” (ch 9)

I love Catherine being shocked about how numerous the servants are, since in Gothic novels only one or two are needed. Also, the note of how Mrs. Allen found that unrealistic. Catherine hasn't had to manage household staffing, cleaning, and cooking yet!. This is one of the things I liked about Emma 2020 by the way, the little touches they added with the servants always being around.

Catherine compares General Tilney to Montoni, and for those like me who have not yet read The Mysteries of Udolpho:

Montoni is a prototypical Gothic villain. Brooding, haughty and scheming, he masquerades as an Italian nobleman to gain Madame Cheron's hand in marriage, then imprisons Emily and Madame Cheron in Udolpho in an attempt to take control of Madame Cheron's wealth and estates. He is cold and often cruel to Emily, who believes him to be a captain of banditti. (Wikipedia)

Okay, Catherine. (Then again, it is weird that he just paces back and fourth for a full hour in the drawing room. Sit down, sir.)

Catherine sometimes started at the boldness of her own surmises, and sometimes hoped or feared that she had gone too far; but they were supported by such appearances as made their dismissal impossible.

Oh Catherine. This is the part where it's nearly impossible not to feel some secondhand embarrassment. I want to send Fanny Price or Anne Elliot to the abbey to straighten her out.

Also, here is some more information about those pamphlets the General is reading. He may be looking for traitors.

[rosie-love98]

The More I've Looked Up On Irene Cara, The More She Reminds Me Of Michael Jackson:

I had already posted this on Reddit. But, I'll post it here too.

-Both Came From A Musical Family: Joseph had his own band, The Falcons, while Katherine wanted to be a country singer. Plus, on Katherine's side, Michael's related to Stevie Wonder. Then there's Irene's family; her father, Gaspar, was said to have brought merengue to the States thanks to being a saxophonist. Not only that but (according to Discogs: https://www.discogs.com/artist/6491165-Gaspar-Escalera ) he was also part of a record; Dioris Valladares's "Pa Bailar Na Ma". As for Irene's mother, Louise, she wanted to go into show business but her own parnets (Irene's grandparents) forbade it. Irene also had a brother who performed opera.

-Both Joseph And Gaspar Worked In Steel.

-Both families were of a struggling background.

-If Irene Really Was Born In 1959 (Her Birthday's Been Up For Debate Over The Years), She Would've Been 6 Months Younger Than Michael.

-They Were Child Prodigies: As small children, both Michael and Irene had showed their musical talents. Irene was able to play the piano by ear (like Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes did in her own childhood), went to classes for dancing and music. Meanwhile, Michael would show off his singing voice and join the Jackson 5 at around 5-6.

-The Wizard Of OZ: While Michael played The Scarecrow in "The Wiz" film adaption, Irene had played the role of Dorothy on the stage. Speaking of Diana Ross...

-The Supreme: As Michael was known for his relationship with Diana Ross, Irene had starred in "Sparkle", where the main musical group was loosley based off of The Supremes. Irene would also spoof the said trio in her "Girlfriends" video.

-A Connection To "Fame": While Irene's known as "Coco" from the original film, Michael's sister, Janet, was a part of the TV adaption, playing the character of Cleo.

-They Had Many Friends/Coworkers/Peers In Common: Andy Gibb, Stevie Wonder, Dom DeLuise, Sammy Davis Jr., James Earl Jones, Louis Armstrong, Donna Summer, Luther Vandross, Mr. T, Debbie Allen, DJ Bobo, Molly Meldrum, Laura Branigan, Tatum O'Neal and many more!

-We Are The World/Cantare, Cantaras: When, in 1985, Michael was doing "We Are The World" with Diana, Stevie Wonder, Cyndi Lauper and other known singers for charity, the performers of Latin America wanted in too. So, gathering at the very same studio as "We Are The World", A&M, they performed the song, "Cantare, Cantaras" ("I Will Sing, You Will Sing"). Jose Feliciano, Julio Iglesias, Cheech Marin, Menudo, Ricardo Montalban, Pimpinela, and Yuri were among the singers for this. Along with Irene, of course. Just to be clear, both songs were in 1985.

-Both Fell Victim To The Media: With Irene fighting for her royalties that her record company had withheld from her, she was ultimately blacklisted. Lies had spread saying she was a drug-addicted (while Irene did do cocaine brought upon by her proucers to help with her energy, she did kick the habit) diva who was difficult to work with. Then there's Michael who had the worst slander done to him. With all of this along with their respective court cases, both had seemed more tired, world-weary and arguably reclusive. That said, they still didn't lose their love for music.

-Shared Interests: Charity work, Old Hollywood/Old Movies, drawing, swimming, and song-writing. They also had interests directing their own films and writing stories.

-Shared Personalities: Shy, reserved, kind, down-to-earth, spiritual, silly, independent, creative, hard-working/(arguably) workaholic, private, stubborn and (in TVTrope terms) "adorkable".

-They Were Included In The 1985 Documentary, "That's Dancing".

-Both Were Nominees In The 1984 Grammy's.

-Were At The Top Of The 1983 Billboard Charts (Link: https://djrobblog.com/archives/17370 ).

-They Could Both Pull Off The Moonwalk!: Ok, with Michael, we all should be fully aware of his famous move. But Irene can pull it off too (and in heels!) as seen in her "Solid Gold" performance of "Breakdancing":

And in her performance at the '84 American Music Awards (attended also by Michael):

-As Mentioned By DJ Rob Blog: Michael Jackson’s death, June 25th, 2009, was on the 26th anniversary of “Flashdance” beating out “Thriller” on the Billboard Charts. Coincidently, Irene Cara’s own death, November 25th, 2022 was a week after “Thriller 40” album was released to the public.

-Snow White: It's no secret that Snow White was one of MJ's favorite characters. He even had her an the 7 Dwarves visit him back in the 80's:

Fast forward to 1989 where Filmation had made their (technically second) sequel to "Snow White" in the form of "Happily Ever After". There, Snow White was voiced by Irene.

That's all I can gather so far. Though, I want to added some disclaimers--

*I was going to include their ALLEGED eating disorders but I've left it out due to not being entirely sure if either of them had suffered from those ailments.*

*I was also going to bring up DJ Bobo's song "Man In The Mirror" (which, judging by the lyrics, seemed to have been about Michael). But I'm unsure if Irene was among the vocals. I could've sworn I heard her singing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eEqMfk-xwks . *

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[mariacallous]

In a couple of short years, the Integrity Institute, a think tank founded by former Facebook employees, has become an influential voice on how to make social media safer. Its research on issues like election misinformation and online bullying have influenced European Union regulators and US lawmakers, and have become required reading inside tech companies. “We’re crushing it,” the institute’s executive director, Sahar Massachi, wrote in a December blog post.

But by March, when the nonprofit brought its dozen or so staff and research fellows to a small New York conference room for a strategic planning retreat, the mood was grim. As Massachi and cofounder and chief research officer Jeff Allen presented their visions for growing the institute, many in the audience stared at the ground or folded their arms, and few wanted to socialize after hours.

The institute’s rank and file had grown tired of hearing the founders’ sometimes dueling plans for the nonprofit, which left them unsure what to prioritize. They were drained by a fight in Slack over Israel’s assault on Gaza. And a few staffers knew that the institute’s external HR agency had just begun investigating Massachi after a number of workers alleged he was verbally hostile to women in the workplace.

WIRED’s account of the previously unreported tensions inside the Integrity Institute draws on reviewing internal communications, as well as interviews with several people familiar with the organization who asked for anonymity to speak about private discussions. Early last week, Massachi announced his resignation as executive director in a morning email that didn’t mention the investigation into his conduct. Allen, who was in Brussels for meetings with EU officials, sent his own email 15 minutes later that thanked his cofounder and said a transition plan was in place. “The work of the institute continues full steam ahead,” Allen wrote.

In a statement, Massachi did not comment on the external HR investigation or allegations about his workplace conduct. He says he resigned of his own volition after accomplishing his goal of building an organization that unselfishly serves the public interest. “Working hard to achieve that was not easy, and I'm looking forward to taking a break, and then working on the 2024 elections,” he says.

Behind the scenes, the institute is now trying to recover from an ironic setback. A smart bunch of do-gooders full of advice on how tech companies can create more welcoming spaces couldn’t get their own house in order. Challenges that have plagued the tech industry—namely content moderation and allegations of workplace discrimination—proved just as pernicious for an institution stacked with relevant expertise and under no pressure to make a profit.

[the-lost-girl-in-the-tardis]

The thin line between realities.

Pairing: N/A

Characters: Reader. Tenth Doctor. Other doctors mentioned.

Reader type: Gender neutral

Song: Roslyn- Bon Iver & St. Vincent

Warnings: N/A

An: Is this good? Hell if I know lol.

"Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Somethings are to strange and strong to be coincidences."

-Emery Allen

There is a storm outside. It rages and cries out. Light echoed by thunder. Momentarily it lightens your dark room. Brings forth lengthened shadows. It was a melancholy happiness the storm brings.

The dark curtains to your window were drawn back. Letting you look out into the night. Cold air seemed to fall from the window. Washing over your body. Barely held back by the fire in your hearth and the blanket around your shoulders.

You could still taste honey on your lips. The remints of your chamomile tea. There is the smell of wood smoke and lavender. There is the sound of rain in your ears. The crackling of your fireplace and the rumbling of distant thunder.

It is calming. Soothing to your tired soul.

You shift. Mutter a curse as your journal falls from your lap and to the floor. Picking it up the ink filled pages spill open. You flick through them. Fingers ghosting over letters and scribbles of drawings. The majority of the time it is just grocery lists. A snippet of a song you heard that you wanted to search for later. Sometimes its a recipe. Long to be forgotten until you spill open the contents of this well loved journal.

Now it is filled with dreams. Each one you've been having for the past two weeks. Each of them more fantastical than the last. It felt as if though you have lived entire lifetimes in these dreams. Seeming as if days passed as you slumbered in your bed.

The first had been something of your childhood daydreams. Aliens, another planet. You had ran your hands through purple grass and gazed upon bright orange skies. You smelled sweet, almost syrupy air breathed out from silver trees.

Now the man hadn't been there at first. When he showed up it.

It was something between exhilarating and down right terrifying. He wore a different face each time. Some young. Others old. Entirely different personalities. Yet each time you knew. It was him. That it was that strange man and his blue box.

You've never been in that blue box. The Tardis he called it. You chalked it up to your mind not being able to make something semi reasonable. These were only dreams after all. And even you had to admit that your imagination could only go so far. Strange blue aliens and all.

The journal was slowly filling with every detail you could write about these dreams. With it were sketches of him. The Tardis. Sometimes you tried to draw others. The planets they lived on. It often slipped away from you. Leaving you unable to recall the shape of some ones eyes. The slope of their nose. Even whether or not they had two arms of four.

You sometimes spoke of these dreams to others. You were met with laughter. Being told that you should write a book about these dreams. Some said you've always had a fanciful imagination. That your head was always in the clouds.

They were just dreams. Right? It felt real sometimes. His smile. The laugh lines that formed around his eyes. Sometimes you thought you could see the stars in those eyes. That you could behold the entire universe if only you could look long enough.

Thunder roared and you jumped. Pulled away from your thoughts you laugh softly. You stood. Rising away from the warmth of your armchair you went to the window and drew the curtains closed.

With a yawn you stretch. Popping your back as you twist and turn. You glance over to your bed. The pillows and thick duvet on your bed looked inviting. You fed the fire one last time before crawling into bed and curling beneath the covers.

Sleep never came quickly for you. You could lay there for hours tossing and turning before the sandman would come. You tried a lot of things over the years. Every trick and grandmas remedies you could try. You found it best to focus on yourself. Let your body feel the covers around you. Feel the weight of them. You would listen to the ambience of your room. The movement of the night just outside your window.

Then you would focus your mind on just one thing. A movie you watched. A song. A story you wanted to write. Lately it has been that man and his blue box. A constant on your mind. You could see them. Hear them.

One moment you are lost in thought. The next you are opening your eyes to a golden sky.

You give yourself a moment. A small chunk of time. Breathe in salty air. Then sit up. Brush your hands against the ground. Against soft moss. Small white flowers dotted it. Smelling of something sweet and marshmallow like every time it was disturbed.

You look out onto the horizon of a vast ocean. Waves rose and crashed against a cliff face. Mist brushed your skin.

You stood wiping your hands against your thighs. The air was cool. Raising goosebumps against your skin. It moved your hair. The fabric of your clothes. It smelled of the sea and something akin to pine. Reminding you of home.

Unlike home, twin moons hung in the sky. Hues of silver splashed against a purpling sky as the sun began to rise.

With a grin you spun on the spot. Drinking in everything this planet had to offer.

These dreams. You loved these dreams.

There was little to do but explore. Still in awe as you found small tide pools. Strange little creature filling them. And out there in that too large ocean was something like the blue whales of Earth but so much larger. They called, cried out their music as they rose and fell with the waves.

No two dreams, no two places were alike.

Well. There was that one time you visited the same dream. Like you had picked up where you had left off on a movie. He had been ecstatic. Dragging you off to one of the small shops and getting you the sweetest pastry you ever had. It was both strawberry and vanilla with a hint of something close to almonds.

The look on his face had been a proud one when you bit into it. You were sure you had looked like a little kid eating cake for the first time. It felt like it. And you were damned if you couldn't find a recipe similar to it. Failed attempt after failed attempt left you with a cupcake tin you would never be able to clean.

You walked on a stick in hand. You swung it about like it was a sword. Lost in some childlike part of you as you fought of alien pirates and saved the day.

You stilled as you heard a familiar sound. The only way you could describe this sound is like air gliding against itself. And there was only one thing it could come from. One thing. One person. You could never forget.

A grin so big it hurt your cheeks graced your face. You wonder who it could be this time. The old Scotsman? The one with the leather jacket and slightly to big ears? Maybe it would be the bowtie and fez? He was always high energy and ready to go. You also swore that fez was glued to his head. He often left you feeling more tired than when you had fallen asleep.

The air seemed to split when the Tardis appeared. When she finally showed through it was with the smell of too sweet marshmallow as the white flowers where broke.

Then he stepped out from behind the blue door. You laughed. Called out.

Sandshoes.

"Ah! Fancy seeing you here!" He had a grin on his face that rivaled you own. The end of his coat whipped around his legs with the breeze. "Hello Doctor." You spoke with a smile.

He said a word you didn't understand. It carried away in the wind. Brown eyes looked over the landscape. Drank it in. Then landed on you.

"Sorry?" You ask. He laughs.

"Ahh. Don't worry about it. Alright?" He pulls out his sonic, something you wouldn't really understand, and waves at the air around you. You shrug, chalk it up to him being weird again, and pull him towards the ocean.

The two of you do very little. Speak about past events. It feels weird to catch up with a dream. How your mind could make up so much about a person that was not even real. Even though he felt real. His body heat leaching through his clothes and to you from where your shoulders were pressed together. You could smell something spiced and warm. Whatever cologne he may where.

It. It was strange.

You gasped as a large silver fish leaped up into the air. The light catching its scales and lighting up every color and hue of the rainbow.

You could see the Doctor from the corner of you eye. Watching you rather than the fish. Studying you like he often does. And mostly when he thinks that you're not paying attention. And hey, in your defense the fish was really cool.

As the day fades into the night the two of you travel back to the cliff you first woke up on. The two of you sit side by side. Shoulder to shoulder and drape your legs over the cliffs edge.

Slowly the sun dips into the sea. With a flash of red the sky lights up. Hues of colors that just beg for an artists brush. You drink it in. Etch every last moment of it to your memory.

Still you are in awe as the first stars begin to appear. Dotting along a darkening purple sky. Cool air brushes over you. Steals the breath from your lungs. Your teeth chatter when you shiver. The Doctor says nothing. Drapes his coat over your shoulders. Tucks your arms into the sleeves.

You laugh softly. Almost melancholic when you say. "You know. For a dream? They always seem so realistic." You look up. The Doctor still had a hold on the color of the coat. You catch his eyes with your own. His face, though soft, held a sadness. Like pulling forth memories of a lost loved one.

"After all this time. You still think this is a dream?" He spoke quietly. Mumbling as his hand fall. He pulls out the sonic. Fiddles with it. You tilt your head. Pull the coat tighter around you.

"Well. Yes?" More of a question than an answer. "I mean. Alien planets, a blue phone box that can materialize out of thin air and travel where ever. " You chuckle. "Sound's more like a cheesy sci-fi movie to me." You bump your shoulder against his. "Besides . All this only happens after I fall asleep." You lean on the world after. Emphasizing it.

"After you fall asleep?" The Doctor repeats your words. "After. Of course!" He springs up and pulls you to your feet. You laugh as he all but drags you towards the Tardis.

You would never get over this part. The inside of the Tardis. She seems to sing when you enter. You give your a joyful hello. Run you hands along guardrails and walls. You spin and turn. Ever happy to return to her. She's stunning. Beautiful. And every other word under the sun that would never do her justice.

You let the Doctor run about and mutter to himself. Turning knobs and dials. He speaks to her. Tells her to hush. Wait. Repeat that. He turns to you. Strides over and closes the space between you. His hands cradle your jaw. He looks over you intensely. Turns your head side to side.

"What do you do when you go back? How do you wake up?" You shrug.

"I don't know? I kinda just. Go back to sleep? Close my eyes?" You laugh. "Tap my heels three times and say there's no place like home." You get a chuckle from that.

"Well I need you to do that. Ok? I need you to do that and." He pauses. Pulls something out of the coat pocket that you are still wearing. Its oval like and softly glowing as he turns it about in his hands. He places it into your. closes your hands over it. "I need you to do just that and hold onto this." Gently he presses his lips to the crown of your hairline. "I'm going to find you. There is so much I want to show you."

He pulls away and looks at you pointedly. You just click your heels together. The Tardis lets out a loud sound at that. The Doctor calls back out to her.

As he turns his head you close your eyes. Focus on home. Your bed. Listen for the sound of thunder that you had fallen asleep to.

"Y/n?" His voice. Your name echoes in your ears.

You wake to the sound of rumbling thunder. You sigh. Curl tight against yourself. Your room was cold and dark. Well. You could restart the fire and fix yourself something to drink.

When you sat up something brushed against the bare skin of your thigh. You moved the blankets only to see the very same thing the Doctor had placed into your hands.

You picked it up. Confusion rolled over you. Complete and utter confusion. How? Where you still dreaming? You had to be. You hand to.

It changed hues. Stuttering between blue and green before flashing to a brilliant yellow. You closed your eyes against it it was so bright.

Thunder roared. Lightning cracked and briefly lit your bedroom even through your curtains.

Then that noise. That...

You had never risen from that bed more quickly in your life. Your feet stung as it hit the cold floor. You were shivering and shaking by the time you made it to the widow. The curtains so violently pulled apart they rattled the rails. Your window flew open as it caught the wind.

There. Lightning. The air pulled apart. Again lightning.

The Tardis. Briefly. Your poor garden. Oh your poor garden.

You didn't bother with a coat or shoes. Running out your front door as the sky lit up once again.

The rain fell heavily. Soaking both you and him. The Tardis closed her door quickly.

Tears welled and fell. A gasping breath. This. This can't be real. But you were home. Awake. You. Him. Everything.

"Hello Y/n." The Doctor spoke. A smile on his lips. "Do you mind if we go outside? It's a bit wet out here." A sob broke through your lips as you ran forward. You feet brushed along wet grass. The smell of petrichor was heavy in the air. Overpowered by the smell of spice and warmth as you hug him. Your head cradled into the crook of his neck.

You shiver and shake. The cold biting against your skin. You don't move. Just hold him tightly. And he lets you. His hand moves up and down your back. His body slightly curled over you as if it would keep the wind and rain off of you.

"You're real." You tell him. "Oh you're real." Your voice wavers and breaks.

"I am." The Doctor tells you. "We are."

[angelofrainfrogs]

Spend the Night: Ch. 3

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: The familiar melody of Grandfather’s Clock chimes through the echoing halls of the Pizzaplex…

Charlie wakes up in her Puppet’s vessel yet again with one goal in mind: to stop William Afton’s reign of terror for good. She enlists the help of Glamrock Freddy, the emphatic leader of the newest iteration of the Fazbear Band. But there seems to be more to this bear than meets the eye—and the same goes for the mysteriously familiar kid the duo find tinkering with animatronics down in Parts & Service.

With some help from friends new and old, Charlie’s journey into the bowels of the Pizzaplex will unravel mysteries none of them ever expected. 

Rating: T

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Lights on

Keep them up or I’m gone…

Stay where I can see you

And be where I can reach you

Escape the trouble you’re into

Keep the lights bright, kid, or you will be through

~Lights On by Kyle Allen Music~

Freddy didn't hesitate, instantly hoisting Gregory into his arms and running as fast as he could, moving purely on the instinct to get the child to safety. He only started to process what he'd just seen after he started running, clutching Gregory close as he heard Chica move after them. Her loud footsteps trailed behind, which only made Freddy go faster.

She'd been perfectly fine until Gregory showed his face. Even if she registered him as an “intruder,” she shouldn't have started chasing him... It almost seemed like her programming reset at the sight of the child.

Freddy couldn’t deny it any longer: there was definitely some sort of glitch or bug infecting all of his bandmates.

However, the bear wasn’t able dwell on this too much, needing to get Gregory to safety immediately. He spared a thought for Charlie as well, hoping she was alright—though she clearly wasn't the focus of Chica's attention.

Charlie had been trailing them, trying to distract the chicken to no avail. It was when Freddy and Gregory almost reached the rockstar’s room that she made a last-ditch move, sticking out a gangly leg to trip their pursuer. Chica let out a scared squawk before hitting the ground, causing a metallic scrapping noise as she slid across the linoleum floors. Crawling over Chica’s momentarily incapacitated body, Puppet muttered an apology as she attempted to catch up to the boys.

Gregory had shrieked once, then shut his eyes as Freddy scooped him into his arms and sped away. “Don’t let her eat me!”

Freddy simply held Gregory as tight as he could without unintentionally cutting off his air flow. He winced as he heard Chica's distress and the metallic scraping, but did his best to ignore it. Soon they all made it into his room and he slammed the door shut behind Charlie.

“Close the curtains!” Freddy hissed, moving Gregory to the far corner by the arcade machine. He could see Chica coming towards them again, but he had a theory. “She went haywire when she saw Gregory—maybe if we cut him off from view she will calm down, or at least lose interest for the time being!”

Charlie was huffing, as if running had actually tired her out. She did as instructed, drawing the heavy red curtains shut save for a tiny sliver that she peered one eye through. Morbid curiosity prompted Gregory’s attempt to look out as well, but his vision was successfully blocked by both Freddy and the drapes.

Outside, the now-limping Chica grew more and more confused. Why… was she in the middle of Rockstar Row? Wasn’t she just talking with Freddy and Charlie in her room? And why was she hurt, too? Internal processing relayed to her that she has minor dents in her hip joint now, preventing her leg from stretching out smoothly as she walked.

“What the heck…?” she could be heard muttering, rubbing the sore spot briefly before deciding it best to walk back to her room.

“Freddy! All your friends are psycho!” Gregory accused as he was finally set down, plopping onto the orange couch.

“I am so sorry, Gregory,” the bear apologized, kneeling down and conducting a health scan of the boy. Thankfully there were no new injuries from their brief scare, only an elevated heart rate that was already slowing to a normal pace. “My friends are not themselves—I promise you that they would never do this under normal circumstances. As Charlie said earlier, they are just... sick.” He glanced at the Puppet, giving her a grateful smile before looking back to Gregory.

“But we still have one friend on our side!” He patted the lithe animatronic's shoulder as she came over to join them. “Thank you for your help, Charlie. Chica was faster than I expected...”

Charlie was surprised at the gentleness of Freddy’s pat. The genuine praise almost made the short scare worth it, along with the good health of the child under their care. When Charlie saw the look of upset still lingering on Gregory’s face—distrust, even—she assured him: “I was never updated with the new operating system. If this is a glitch, it’d never affect me.”

While she spoke, she comfortably leaned against Freddy’s side. It was nice to have friends again, even if one of them was still wary of her. After a moment of tense staring Gregory visibly deflated, convinced enough by Charlie’s and Freddy’s testimonies of their good intentions.

“What am I gonna do now? I can’t stay here—Vanessa’s gonna end up finding me,” he pointed out glumly.

“We are still getting you to a security office,” Freddy said, shifting so Charlie’s embrace was more secure. He didn’t mind her hanging off him at all—in a vague way, it almost reminded Freddy of a kid who’d found their favorite animatronic and just wanted to be close to them. Not that he assumed he was Charlie’s favorite, but it was nice to know that she was still comfortable with him despite how the other Glamrocks were acting.

“We need to go the Daycare and get that security badge,” Freddy continued. “I do not know what level clearance it will give us, but it will allow access to at least one office. They are designed to lock from the inside and be impenetrable to animatronics, so we will be safe in there.”

Unless the power goes out…

The random thought only crossed Freddy’s mind for a second, but it was enough to give him pause. He glanced down at Gregory, but his only urge was to protect. It was just a wayward concern; he was fine.

“So the plan is—” Charlie started, pulling away from Freddy as she slunk a protective arm around the kid now. “—we’re going to bring you to the Daycare, then we’ll find that pass!” She tried to promote the idea as if it were a piece of cake, despite the horrible way things had been going tonight.

Gregory eased into the notion of the more hands-on Puppet, no longer fidgeting at her embrace. He wondered briefly if robots could be touch-starved, but quickly banished the thought with a hesitantly optimistic look. “Y-Yeah! This should be easy with you guys here.”

“As easy as pizza-pie!” Freddy agreed, willing this to be true. “The only animatronic we have to be wary of is the Daycare attendant, although he is equipped with much more stringent child safely protocols than the others since he watches over babies and toddlers.” He gave the pair a reassuring smile. “I doubt he will be as easily affected by a virus, but we will keep Gregory close all the same.”

Freddy peered out the curtains, looking around intently. He was about to proclaim that the coast was clear when he caught a flash of white fabric, then a shining light. His eyes widened as he saw none other than Vanessa coming down the hallway, heading right for his room. The light caught Charlie’s attention and she joined him at the window, looking through the darkness and committing the night guard’s face to memory.

A rapid search through Puppet’s old criminal databanks to see if Vanessa matched anyone pulled up… nothing. Vanessa was clean. Maybe there was a chance that she hadn’t been behind this system glitch—could she truly just be doing a security guard’s job for once and actually trying to help a lost child?

Unfortunately, they didn’t have time to find out. Quickly pulling the curtains closed, Freddy ushered the others towards the back storage area.

“Vanessa is coming; hide in the back and do not make a sound!” Freddy instructed. “I will send her away as quickly as I can.”

With alarming speed, Charlie dragged Gregory through the door and into a storage locker. Her plush innards protected and kept him still, while also reducing the noise inside the locker—a good thing, since Gregory instantly started to protest to the man—er, robot-handling.

“Hey!” he yelped, unsure how he felt about being so immobilized.

Charlie simply fixed her hand over his mouth, squeezing him with gentle reassurance. “Shh.”

“Hello, Officer Vanessa!” Freddy said cheerfully as the guard stomped into his room without so much as a greeting. “To what do I owe the pleasure—?”

“Shut it, Freddy,” Vanessa snapped, poking her head into the storage area and scanning the room with her flashlight. Her gaze roamed over the boxes, extra merchandise, and lockers, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. With an annoyed click of her tongue, she backed out and faced the bear directly, placing one hand on her hip as she turned the flashlight on him accusingly. “You see a kid around here? Small, brown hair, blue shirt?”

“Ah—no, I am sorry.” Freddy shook his head, the amiable smile still plastered on his face. Despite his earlier claims of the animatronics' strict truth-telling protocols, he found it surprisingly easy to lie to the guard. “I have been in my room all night, as per staff instructions.”

“Ugh, great.” Vanessa rolled her eyes, already heading for the door. She certainly seemed like she was on a mission tonight. “Well, that kid is loose after hours… so if you see him come by, grab him and bring him to me, okay? The communication channels are down. Oh—” She whirled around, her hand on the door. “—but don’t wander around outside of Rockstar Row; you’re still on lockdown after that fiasco on stage earlier. Got it?”

“Understood.” Freddy nodded. The guard stared at him with narrowed eyes for a moment longer, then turned and rushed out to continue her search.

It was a few seconds after the door slammed shut before Puppet decided to open the locker. Gregory sat in her lap, folded cross-legged as he murmured curses aimed at the night guard.

“Language, Gregory,” Charlie reminded him, helping the boy to his feet before slinking out of the tight space. “Though I can’t say I blame you—Vanessa was awfully mean to you, Freddy…”

Charlie was aware that Freddy was just an AI. However, despite how simulated his feelings were, at some point they crossed a line and it was clear by the tilt of his eyebrows that people being unkind seemed to cause the big guy general discomfort.

“Yeah, ‘cause she’s a bad lady!” Gregory attempted to convince them both.

“She is certainly a bit more abrasive than usual tonight,” Freddy conceded. He ran another soothing paw over Gregory’s head, hoping to calm the boy down somewhat. He’d caught the tail end of his tirade of curses and wondered where in the world he’d learned such things… but that was a topic to address later. “But Vanessa is not bad; she simply wants to return you to your parents, Gregory.”

Even Freddy didn’t sound totally convinced by his own words. He met Charlie’s gaze, and though her expression was unreadable he could feel her mutual suspicion towards the night guard.

“I will keep your presence under wraps, though,” Freddy reassured, holding out his hand for Gregory to take again. “Hopefully once she sees what is happening with the other animatronics, she will be more inclined to help them first and pause her search for you.” With luck, Vanessa would notice the rampaging and rule-breaking robots and shift her focus to curbing their destruction.

Gregory felt conflicted. He didn’t want to argue with Freddy or the Puppet, his only friends in the Pizzaplex. But something about Vanessa just rubbed him the wrong way…

Charlie left their sides momentarily as she peeked into the hall. No sign of Vanessa or the Glamrock crew. Turning her head 180 degrees, she looked back at her companions and pointed to the exit.

“Good news; she’s already gone! Let’s hoof it to the Daycare before any of them see us,” Charlie suggested, shuffling back towards Gregory.

Better news would’ve been hearing that all the locked doors were suddenly broken, Gregory thought. But he perked up at their eagerness to assist. “Thanks for helping me, you guys. I don’t think my idea on reprogramming that dumb Map Bot would’ve done all that much…”

Those bots couldn’t think or act as swiftly as the Puppet or Freddy anyway. Gregory would’ve just been toting along dead weight.

“Yes… I applaud your resourcefulness, superstar, but how about you leave any mechanical repairs to Charlie and I from now on?” Freddy said, though by his tone it clearly wasn’t a question. He gave Gregory’s hand a reassuring squeeze and opened the door, stepping out into the hallway. “Alright, stay close by me, you two.”

He hurried out, Gregory in tow beside him and Charlie keeping watch as she’d done before. They made a beeline for the Daycare and thankfully made it without encountering anymore wayward animatronics or night guards. Freddy pressed a hand against a key pad, which caused the first of two large garage-style doors to open. As they neared the drop-off area, they passed a large metal pod with a bright blue lightning bolt emblazoned on the front. Freddy paused, blinking a few times.

“Hmm… my battery is at half charge,” he announced, voice echoing through the open space. “I should be alright until we retrieve the security pass, but I will need to recharge afterwards to be at peak performance; my battery does not sustain itself as well in Safe Mode.”

“Safe Mode, huh?” Charlie thought that would’ve come in handy back in the day. She spared a brief glance back at Freddy, watching as Gregory grasped the bear’s hand tighter out of instinct. “I’d offer to turn it off, but that could be the only reason why you’re not acting weird like the others.”

“No, you are right—it is best to leave my Safe Mode on for now,” Freddy agreed, completely understanding the Puppet’s concern. The last thing he wanted was to become a threat to Gregory as well. He couldn’t live with himself if another kid—

Freddy blinked again. If another kid… what?

The thought was lost in an instant. With a shake of his head, Freddy peered through the protective netting surrounding the play area and let out a sigh. Charlie watched as Gregory parted from them to try and sneak behind. His goal was to find the keycard after all.

“Don’t go too far ahead, Gregory,” Charlie felt the need to say, her eye catching movement atop the theatrical balcony towards the ceiling of the rainbow room.

“Oh, Sun closed the door again…,” Freddy murmured, looking around for the attendant. Whatever movement Charlie caught was gone by the time his eyes fell upon the balcony, Sun having not realized there were visitors yet and retreated back to his room. Freddy thought for moment, then offered a suggestion. “Gregory, would you like to take Charlie with you down the slide? That is the quickest way into the play area; the security office pass should be at the desk near the wooden doors. You will probably be able to grab it by the time I am able to get down there myself, since you are both so fast!”

He offered the boy a bright grin. He was hesitant to let Gregory leave his side of course, but with Charlie there to protect him surely he’d be alright for a few minutes. And besides, going down the slide and landing in a ball pit would help Gregory feel like a normal kid again, if only for a moment.

Gregory glanced to the bright plastic tube. Somehow the “Slide into fun!” sign made him uneasy. There probably wasn’t any fun to be had down there—just more robots trying their best to eat his brains. However, Freddy’s confidence in him allowed Gregory to approach the slide tentatively.

“You can count on us, Freddy!” Charlie assured, grasping onto the boy’s waist before flinging them both down. If they were going to be in potential danger, they might as well make their entrance fun!

Gregory gasped, though enjoyed the short ride before landing in the ball pit below. Upon their arrival, Puppet decided to look around. Freddy mentioned a Daycare attendant, and she thought it would be smart to gauge whether or not they would be safe enough to let near Gregory.

“Charlie, let me up!” the kid griped, but was shushed by his companion.

“Just hang tight; I’m scoping it out.” Charlie spoke in a whisper, gently covering Gregory with a few more of the plastic balls around them for good measure.

“But the ball pit smells funny!” he groaned as Charlie swam ahead in the sea of toys.

“Oh ho ho!”

Suddenly, there was a loud yell from the little stage. Summoned by the noise of plastic clinking together, Sun stepped out onto the platform. Before Freddy had a chance to call out on his long way around to the door, the lanky animatronic clasped his hands above his head and dove.

“Hello there!” Sun exclaimed, popping up in the pit directly in front of Charlie. The Daycare attendant was the tallest animatronic in the Pizzaplex they’d encountered so far, though his tendency to jump around and sway made this fact a little hard to tell at first glance. Sun looked Charlie over with a gasp, pressing his hands to the sides of his face—like him, this new animatronic wore a mask with a static expression.

“Oh, a new friend!” Sun cheered, reaching forward and shaking one of Charlie’s hands vigorously. “It’s sooo nice to meet you! I’m Sun! What’s your name?!”

In an almost comical manner, the Puppet’s arm wiggled like a piece of limp spaghetti in Sun’s grip. Eager, and maybe a little too friendly, but Charlie didn’t mind it. She attempted to shake his hand back, but there was no chance she could match his fast-paced rhythm.

“I’m the Puppet!” she laughed, the initial grasp of her face making her laugh. At least there was one other animatronic that looked like her now. “My friends call me Charlie. It’s swell to meet you!”

Maybe there was a chance she could distract the Sun while Gregory found the keycard…

“Is this where you live?” she asked, holding onto the Sun’s hand to keep him focused on her. “I’m new to the Pizzaplex; you should show me around!”

“Mmm-hmm!” Sun nodded, his whole body seeming to move with the gesture. “My room’s up there, but I spend most of my time out here in the play area! Are you going to work in the Daycare—?”

He stopped mid-sentence, catching movement behind Charlie. Someone else was in the ball pit, and they were a lot smaller than any animatronic Sun knew of. Without hesitation the Daycare attendant dropped Charlie’s hand and shifted past her before she could react.

“Well hello, little sunbeam!” he exclaimed, reaching into the colorful plastic to grasp Gregory under the shoulders and hoist him into the air. Unlike previous animatronics, Sun gave no indication that he was distressed by the child’s presence—in fact, this discovery only seemed to make him more excited, and he jumped from foot to foot with Gregory swinging gently in his grasp. “You're sure up late! Are we having a slumber party?!”

Gregory was ready to fight him, little fists balled up as he was scooped from the pit… but he sputtered for a moment at the cheery question. It was both a relief and confusing for Gregory to see the attendant in such a good mood and not attempting to rip his head off.

“Slumber party?” he asked tentatively. Kicking his little legs did no good to sway out of Sun’s grip. Those delicate mechanical hands held him firmly off the ground with no chance of escape.

“Uh… Right, I was going to take him to the security office! Me and Gregory were looking for the access cards. Right, Greg?” Charlie asked, hoping the boy would play along.

“R-Right! Yeah, I’m a lost kid!” Gregory said, putting on his best pair of sad puppy dog eyes.

Another gasp, another concerned little squeeze of Gregory's torso—not aggressive in the slightest, though Sun's grip wasn't going to loosen anytime soon.

“Oh no, oh no!” Sun exclaimed, carrying Gregory out of the ball pit. He began making his way towards the other side of the room, chattering all the while. “Don't worry, we'll get you all sorted and back with your parents in no time! Hmm... Although it's after hours, so you'll probably need to stay with the night guard for a bit.”

Sun paused, tilting his head as he tried to connect to Vanessa. To his surprise, he was unable to do so.

“Huh... the network’s down,” he commented, staring ahead for a moment longer before resuming his walk. “Well, that's okay! We do have an access card for the security office at the desk, although according to the rules neither of us is allowed to go back there! Charlie, you might not know this since you're new, but we have to follow the Daycare rules or we'll get in trouble! There aren't too many, though—but staying away from the security desk is one of them.”

Finally, Sun stopped near a stack of metal cans. “You can just wait here and play with me and Charlie until the night guard stops by on her rounds, okay?! Ooh, we're going to have so much fun!”

They were in a tight spot here. With Freddy most likely waiting outside attempting not to be caught himself and the promise of them surely being in trouble should they go behind the check-in counter, Charlie’s last resort was to pull a fast one on the friendly Sun. Meeting Gregory’s gaze as he peered down from Sun’s arms, she hoped her static, expressionless face would convey the wink she wanted to give him.

“Yeah! Gregory, you gotta show us how high you can stack those cans!” she said, suggesting something that would cause Sun to put him down.

“Seriously?” Gregory wanted to scoff. He was twelve, and this place was obviously for babies. For a second, he’d been sure the Puppet was serious. Though as she tugged on Sun’s pants, beckoning him astray, he got the picture.

“Oh… Ooohh, totally! I’ll build the biggest tower you’ve ever seen!” Gregory promised, turning his toothy smile on the tall animatronic.

“Come on, Mr. Sun! You gotta show me around the most spectacular attraction at the Pizzaplex!” Charlie’s words held some forced excitement, just wanting to get this over with—even if she did gravitate towards this area more than the rest of the attractions.

“Oh, um... okay!” Sun agreed, somewhat reluctantly setting Gregory down and letting Charlie tug him forward. His first instinct would always be to watch after the children in his Daycare, although seeing as how there was only one kid right now and he was clearly older than those Sun usually took care of—and therefore, more independent—he was okay showing Charlie around while keeping an eye on the boy.

“Wait, wait—there's just two more rules I have to tell you before you can play, little sunbeam!” Sun insisted, stopping in his tracks and causing Charlie to pause as well. “One: if you make a mess, please clean up after yourself! And two...” He seemed to freeze for just a second, head tilting ever-so-slightly off-kilter. It was a barely noticeable gesture, but it was definitely there. “...Keep the lights on.”

Another pause, then Sun returned to his usual demeanor, hopping excitedly. “As long as you follow those instructions, we're all going to be best friends!”

Gregory flinched at the sudden turn of Sun’s head, the sight only adding to the ominous rule. Okay, he’d definitely keep the lights on if he could help it. The thought of being swathed in darkness only reminded him of his brief brush with death at Monty’s claws…

“You got it, Sun!” Gregory assured as Puppet glanced around the huge dome-like structure of the play area.

Alright, her mind was made up. If Charlie’s fate was to remain in the Pizzaplex, she’d definitely love to stay here, slithering through the ball pits and resting inside the padded, foam and metal castle structures.

As Gregory was finally released and hurried off to play—or rather, look for his opportunity to slip behind the counter unnoticed—Charlie decided to ask Sun some questions.

“…You’re not afraid of the dark, are you?” she inquired, concern in her voice as she squeezed the tall animatronic’s hand.

“Oh no, no!” Sun let out a hearty laugh, shaking his head. “I'm perfectly fine with the dark—it wouldn't be good if I was afraid of naptime! It's just...” He trailed off for a moment, gazing upwards. It was hard to tell in the brightly-lit Daycare, but the ceiling was littered with glow stars that were one of the few sources of illumination when the room went dark. “When the lights go off, my safety protocols are amped up due to the children being asleep and extra-vulnerable. It's... basically like I have another mode, so to speak. Since I'm Sun, everyone calls him Moon!”

He gave another chuckle, though this was one noticeably quieter. “Moon can be a little much after hours though, which is why they keep the lights on nowadays.”

Though Sun couldn't fully recall what happened when he was in that state, he'd been lectured multiple times on being overzealous in thinking Moon saw “intruders.” Due to this, he'd ended up scaring away quite a few night guards before Vanessa got promoted.

Sun soon perked up, not wanting to worry Charlie with such vague concerns. “Oh, Moon wouldn't do anything bad though—it's just that some of the kids tend to be afraid of him, and I wouldn't want Gregory to be one of them!”

Charlie touched under the chin of her mask as she reflected on his words. “How considerate. Thanks, Sun.”

She appreciated that he was as easy-going as Freddy. With a hardy squeeze of his palm, Charlie laughed in remembrance. “I had a sleep mode as well. It’s sort of broken now, but the music box inside still works!”

She turned, showing off the turnkey that jutted from between what would’ve been shoulder blades. While she had Sun’s attention, Charlie figured she might as well attempt to slowly convince him that things weren’t going so well outside the Daycare. Heck, maybe he could provide some help in figuring all this out!

“Gregory told me earlier the other animatronics have been scaring him. Did you happen to see the bandages on the kid’s face?” she pointed out quietly. “He got those from running away…”

“What?!” Sun exclaimed, standing up after examining the Puppet's key with interest. If his expression could change, his eyes would be wide with shock. “I saw Gregory was hurt, but all his injuries were either healing or patched up so my first-aid protocol didn't kick in... But that can't be true that the others scared him—they're the sweetest friends ever!” He now had both hands free, which he immediately clasped together in front of his chest. “Is something wrong with them?!”

The reaction was so genuine, Charlie had only been able to muster a nod before consoling him. The poor guy just wanted everyone to play and have fun. He didn’t need this kind of stress, artificial as it may be.

“Freddy and I think they’re just sick right now. It’s good to see you’re okay, Sun… But that’s why we needed the security card!” Charlie glanced around, unable to spy Gregory as she leaned in and whispered to the attendant. “Gregory told me he’s wary of the night guard, too. Honestly, I don’t blame him…”

“Who, Vanessa?” Sun questioned, then shook his head. “She's grumpy, but she's harmless!”

Then he stopped. Charlie's comment about the access card made him think that something was going on that wasn't necessarily supposed to be... Standing to full height, Sun peered around the Daycare until he spotted a tiny figure darting behind the security desk.

“Oh no—hey, new friend!” Sun called, instantly starting towards Gregory. “That area is off-limits! You're gonna get us in trouble!”

“Yeah, Gregory! Be a good boy, gosh!” Charlie chided, watching as an annoyed Gregory was picked up and toted away back towards the jungle gym. She reached over and tussled his soft brown hair as he pouted up to her. What she wanted to say was: Be faster!

Gregory looked like an annoyed cat trying to dead weight and go limp in Sun’s hands, but the robot was far too strong for such a trick.

“I wasn’t doing anything! Honest!” he whined, the explanation falling on deaf ears. It was a clear lie; turns out Gregory wasn’t a great bluffer.

“You have to obey the rules!” Sun scolded, waving a finger in the boy’s face after placing him on the ground. Then he seemed to deflate slightly, gently patting the top of Gregory's head. “I'm not trying to be mean, you know—the rules are just to make sure everyone is safe!”

He spared a glance at Charlie, silently asking for her collaboration. The last thing Sun wanted was for Gregory to be upset with him, too.

Sun had a point. It wasn’t like Charlie was going to argue with the robot. After all, under normal circumstances he’d absolutely be in trouble for letting the kids run amuck! So, Charlie crossed her arms and remarked: “There’s plenty of better places to play, Gregory…”

“Okay! Okay, I won’t go back there…,” Gregory replied, scuffing the padding below his feet with a lazy kick. The moment that Sun turned his back, Charlie crossed her arms in an X formation. She hoped the kid would get her meaning not to try anything for a few more minutes, though it was clear to see that Gregory was growing impatient.

“There's so many things we can do to entertain ourselves!” Sun exclaimed, back to his usual cheery self. “We can draw, finger paint, and drink Fizzy-Faz until our heads explode!” He was slipping into dialogue usually reserved for younger kids, but that's who he was designed to care for, after all. He clapped his hands, bouncing from foot to foot. “Ooh, ooh—do you like glitter glue?!”

While all of this was going on within the play area, Freddy was biding his time just outside the wooden doors. They were locked from the inside, and even with his strength he knew he wouldn't be able to open them. He could hear most of the conversations and no one sounded distressed, so for now Freddy was content to keep watch for Vanessa or any of his bandmates. He just hoped Gregory was able to snatch that security badge soon; being so out in the open was starting to make the bear nervous and was giving him time to dwell on his thoughts... which he really didn't want to do right now.

Inside, the pair played alongside Sun—something Gregory may have warmed up to. But only because the experience was liminal for him. Having these robots entertain him, keeping him safe… It felt nice, even if he wouldn’t ever admit it out loud. They gathered together building towers of cans, laughing when Gregory knocked them down only for Sun to fix up the area by stacking them obsessively again.

“Hey Sun? What was that you said about glitter glue?” Charlie elbowed him softly, as if suggesting he find some. Despite the fun, she hadn’t forgotten their objective to find the access card.

“Right? I mean, you mentioned all that cool arts and crafts stuff! Where’s it at?” Gregory asked, understanding that it was time to try again.

“Oh! It’s over there!” Sun replied, pointing to a corner of the Daycare full of shelves. The glitter glue was up high, far out of reach of any grabby hands. He stood, eager to do whatever Gregory wanted; the boy really seemed to be having fun now!

“Do you want me to get it? We can make some cool projects!” He let out a small gasp as an idea struck him. “Maybe you can make something for your faaaavorite animatronic—that’s what lots of kids do!”

Then he froze, remembering Charlie’s comment. In a gentler voice, Sun added: “If there’s any you do like, that is—if not, you can make something for yourself! That’s okay, too!”

“You’ve definitely met three good friends, right Gregory?” Charlie said, hoping it would help ease Sun’s little slip-up. Not that it was his fault; he was just giving the kid some ideas.

Gregory offered a ghost of a smile. It was tired, definitely, yet so genuine it made Charlie’s heart melt.

“I definitely have! Uh… We’re gonna need some scissors and construction paper, too!” Gregory made sure to call after as Sun bounded towards the supplies.

Once Charlie placed the last can on the top of the pyramid they created together, she turned and watched as Sun stretched up to reach the high shelf. She was about to offer her help, when she heard the soft and cushioned sound of sneakers slapping against the rubber matting below them. Her head turned quickly, shocked at how fast Gregory broke into a dead sprint for the counter. He’d already ducked behind the thing before she could even react.

Suddenly, Charlie had a bad feeling. As she lurched after him, that sinking, twisting feeling inside grew. Its familiar sting reminded her of when she first woke up here—the sheer wrongness deep in her soul.

“Gregory, wait!” she yelled, dropping all pretenses of hiding their actions from Sun. If her gut was right, they might need those security protocols after all…

Sun whirled around at the shout, just in time to see a tiny hand pop out from under the desk and snatch up the security badge. He gave a little sigh of affectionate exasperation, starting to walk to the desk after the Puppet.

“Come on, little sunbeam, we already talked about this—”

His words were suddenly cut off with a choked-off gasp as out of nowhere the Daycare went dark. There was a soft chuckle from the direction of the main garage doors, though no one but Gregory and Charlie seemed to respond to it.

“Hee hee~ Are you having fun yet?” a feminine voice called in a lilting, sing-song tone.

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[starseedfxofficial]

The Hidden World of CPI and HFT: Advanced Forex Tactics You Can't Miss Navigating the world of Forex trading can feel like trying to assemble IKEA furniture without the manual—you think you've got it, but the moment you hit a snag, you're stuck wondering if the 'Allen key of knowledge' even exists. Well, consider this article your trusty instruction guide—one that comes with extra tools, a bit of humor, and some clever shortcuts the manual conveniently forgets to tell you. We're diving deep into how the Consumer Price Index (CPI) and High Frequency Trading (HFT) impact the Forex market. Stick around as we unveil those hidden, lesser-known tactics that set elite traders apart from the crowd. No, we're not here to tell you the same tired clichés; instead, we'll give you some juicy insider strategies, advanced tips, and a bit of humor along the way. Ready? Let's dig in. CPI, HFT, and the Forex Market: The Basics with a Twist Okay, let's quickly cover the basics: The Consumer Price Index (CPI) measures inflation, tracking how much the prices of everyday goods are rising or falling. Think of it as the government's way of keeping tabs on whether you're paying more for your breakfast cereal now than a month ago. But what most traders don't know is that CPI isn't just a boring statistic—it's a major market mover. It can make your trades sing or crash, depending on your knowledge of how to ride the wave. Then there's High Frequency Trading (HFT). Imagine the Flash decided to take up Forex trading. HFT is all about speed—thousands of trades being made in the blink of an eye, which sounds like something only tech geeks could understand, right? Not quite. Even if you're not a quant, understanding the impact of HFT on the market can keep you ahead of other traders when CPI reports hit. Why Most Traders Get CPI Wrong (And How You Can Profit) First off, most traders see CPI data releases as intimidating—they avoid trading during these times like they're dodging a conversation about politics at a family gathering. Sure, it makes sense; CPI reports can be volatile. But, here's where you can take advantage of the typical trader's hesitancy. CPI reports are rich in opportunity if you know where to look. When CPI is announced, high-frequency traders flood the market, but don't let that scare you. Instead, use it to your advantage. HFTs tend to create a flurry of activity, and while they make moves in milliseconds, those first few seconds following a CPI announcement can provide a clear pattern for you to exploit. The trick? Wait for that first burst of activity to pass. When the dust settles after that initial rush, a hidden pattern often emerges—like the tide going out to reveal a treasure chest on the beach. Many traders are scared off by that first burst, but you, dear reader, can find your entry point right after. It’s all about patience—not letting the Flash spook you while he’s busy darting all over the place. The Hidden Patterns That Drive the Market Contrarian Indicator Alert: Most traders tend to jump on news immediately. They see CPI rising and instinctively hit the buy button—but often that's exactly when the market decides to do the opposite. CPI and market movements aren't always correlated directly, and this can present a juicy contrarian opportunity. Sometimes, HFT firms pump prices in one direction to draw in overeager traders before abruptly reversing course. Knowing this, one ninja tactic is to trade the pullback rather than the initial reaction. It's like being the sensible adult who waits for a Black Friday stampede to end before calmly walking in to get the real bargains. A Witty Tale of HFT and CPI: The Hot Potato Game Think of HFT during a CPI release like a group of professional jugglers playing hot potato with market orders. They're throwing and catching faster than anyone else can blink. Now, for regular traders like us, it might seem like the best thing to do is stay out of the game. But the truth is, we can learn something important by simply watching the jugglers. In those critical seconds following a CPI release, HFTs provide liquidity but also fake movements. The key is not to follow the first burst but rather to watch how the market reacts in the next 10-15 seconds—that's where the real opportunity lies. It's like when someone tells a joke, and you only laugh once you fully understand it—just slower and more calculated, and often much more profitable. How to Predict Market Moves with Precision Let’s talk about precision. You might think predicting CPI's impact is all about numbers—which it is—but there’s more at play. Historical Patterns play a crucial role. Look at past CPI releases: The response can range from explosive movement to a brief spike followed by a steady correction. These historical reactions are your playbook. Sure, it's not foolproof, but as Mark Twain once said, "History doesn't repeat itself, but it often rhymes." Once you start identifying patterns from past CPI reports, you begin to see that the 'rhyming' part of the market offers just enough reliability for you to make calculated plays, while others are still figuring out which direction to turn. Advanced Tactic: Layered Entry Strategy During high volatility moments like CPI releases, Layered Entries can be a game-changer. Instead of going all-in at a single point (risky!), scale into a position with smaller orders. Enter at different price levels as the market moves in your favor. This tactic allows you to average your position and mitigate the impact of price shocks that are common during CPI. Imagine you've got five small pizzas instead of one large one—if someone steals one slice, you’re still left with enough to share. In trading terms, spreading out your entry points means you're never overexposed to a single price level that could leave you regretting things. The Forgotten Strategy That Outsmarted the Pros Ever heard of the fade strategy? It's a contrarian play that involves betting against the initial movement following a major CPI announcement. A lot of pros use it, but not many retail traders consider it because… well, it feels counterintuitive. But here’s the scoop: When CPI numbers drop, and there's a sharp, almost irrational price movement, it’s often caused by overreaction. Fading that move—essentially taking the opposite position—is a way of exploiting the market’s emotional herd mentality. It's like being at a crowded concert and watching everyone rush to one exit, only to realize there’s another door no one has noticed that leads straight out with zero line. High Frequency Trading Myths Debunked One of the myths floating around is that HFT has rigged the game entirely for retail traders. Look, I won’t sugarcoat it—HFT has an edge, but it doesn’t mean the rest of us can't carve out opportunities. Remember, HFT is about exploiting minuscule price inefficiencies, not market direction. Use that knowledge to avoid competing in their territory. Instead, focus on the bigger trends that develop post-CPI—these are the movements that matter for your bottom line. HFTs are like flies buzzing around; they’re fast and annoying but ultimately aren’t going to ruin your picnic if you don’t let them. Wrapping It Up: Trading CPI Like a Pro The CPI and HFT game might sound intimidating, but when you strip away the buzzwords and complexities, it's about understanding market psychology and the role that speed plays. Most importantly, don’t get swayed by the crowd or shaken by the initial burst of market noise—watch for the opportunity beneath it. Next time CPI numbers drop, remember these tactics: - Let the HFT crowd play their game; wait for the dust to settle. - Use the initial reaction to plan a more calculated entry. - Look at historical patterns for similar releases. - Consider fading the market overreaction if it feels overly emotional. And if all else fails, at least you can say you learned something new—even if it's just that inflation might not only impact your trading but also the price of your favorite breakfast cereal. For more insights into making sense of economic indicators and using them for high-frequency trading, check out our latest economic indicators. Want a more structured education? Our free Forex courses at StarseedFX can help you build on these strategies. —————– Image Credits: Cover image at the top is AI-generated   Read the full article

[gazellefamily]

ROSEMARY'S BABY (1968) "Polanski W of all time. Accurately portrays the horror of having to hang out with irritating elderly neighbors all the fucking time. The horror of throwing a party and all your friends keep telling you you look unwell and tired. The horror of thinking you've found an awesome apartment in NYC and then finding out there's a huge catch. Most mind-boggling is the interconnected real life web of Polanski, Satan, Charles Manson, John Lennon, Beach Boys, Mia Farrow, Woody Allen, Frank Sinatra, and probably the CIA somehow too. Like, I can draw you a graph but I'd look like that Charlie meme from ALWAYS SUNNY. I feel like THIS should be THE OMEN prequel" -Sonny Gazelle

"Pairs well with THE SENTINEL. NYC real estate nightmare horror. When you find an unbelievable deal, it probably shouldn't be believed. I lived in a rent-stabilized apartment for 11 years. Small catch: no sink in my bathroom. I lived with it. No devil baby in Rikki's belly, thankfully. Sonny you can also add Candy Bergen to that web - she was living with Terry Melcher when Chuck went hunting for him. Polanski...man. Ok if I say I love his films? or at least most of 'em? Am I cancelled? After I saw ONCE UPON A TIME IN HOLLYWOOD, I thought, 'Does Rick Dalton now act in all of Polanski's films!?' Thinking I would never have an answer, but QT actually answered that: no. Rick had the type of career where he showed up on MURDER, SHE WROTE by the mid 80s, which is fine but it's not starring in FRANTIC." -Tommy Gazelle

[livewireprojects]

The 12 Pains of Baconmas(I'm sorry for the mess)

So my first online friend after the ones I made on YouTube started to do their own things & I started to be active on old DA was someone that currently goes by Halotherebuddy.(Links to their carrd & BlueSky pages) They're not on DA anymore & some of their other accounts are abandoned or deleted.

I use to draw stuff based on things they were into with characters I had interacting with their's. One of the shows they liked was Monster & Robot about two characters of the same names in a world of monsters & robots were everyone likes bacon. Well they have a holiday called Baconmas that thanks to having not seen stuff in years I dunno if this replaces Christmas or if it's another holiday similar to it.

We thought it'd be funny to make a parody of the "12 Pains of Christmas" by Bob Rivers with Baconmas. Here are the images I made for the thing since I decided to post my old Sonic related ones.

I want to mention that this was back when I made crazy crossover shit. This went from only Monster and Robot characters & OCs to adding Homestuck & semi unrelated OCs.

I was originally going to give random info here & there but I realized the pictures are really confusing so I tried to describe what was going on. I'm going to repeat this but this is old, I don't remember the context of some of these nor some OCs(that belong to Halo) this is due to the fact while I'm in contact with Halo we don't talk on a daily basis & we don't talk about Monster & Robot anymore. I only saw like one or two episodes & Halo knew more than me.

I tried to scrap together context & info from my DA posts for these but they don't help much cause they seem to act like I'd still remember everything or something.(Also some laziness & tiredness was involved)

I'm sorry if this confuses anyone trying to look at this, this is just a post showing off past memories. A lot of the mess comes from younger me not fully being able to handle working on this but wanting to finish it up & the fact younger me thought it'd be funny to add in crossover stuff & my weird amalgamation things which adds to confusion.

These were all originally posted to DA in December of 2012(Apparently posted December 20th & December 21st)

For some context Mecha(the person you see at the top in the first two pics & rigging the lights) is Halo's OC, she's suppose to be married to Gart(Robot's older brother). Snow(the person holding a stick in the first pic) was my OC that for some reason I imagined being Mecha & Gart's adopted kid. The character in the third pic that has no idea where they are is a troll version(apparently named Allien) of Snow that was my one of Homestuck OCs. At some point I stopped using them & they became my OCs Kiku & Sammy.

I used semi gijinka Gart(he's at the top of the third pic) because I think I got tired of drawing him & drew him in human style. I made a comic that made context to it were an explosion while saving Snow led to Snow going blind & Gart having to be put in a new body.(This incident made him care about Snow as he only cared about Mecha in the past)

Page 1:

Mecha giving the day

Snow & some fankids looking for fireworks. According to the description it's a fankid named Izzy & her friends. Going off a later pic Izzy is likely one of Mecha & Gart's kids.

Page 2:

Troll Mecha & Mecha annoyed at rigging the lights for the factory

Still having trouble with lights, Snow is messing with a stick with a pet marf

Page 3:

Humanoid Gart listing the third thing

A drunk cop, Mecha still pissed along with a confused troll

Still looking for the firewood, Alucart(who in the middle pic below I misspelled as Al'cart) climbed a tree

The guy at the bottom of the middle pic's name is Wrent, I think he's meant to be Mecha & Gart's kid. Also I messed up the guy being mentioned's name his name is Alucart not Al'cart.

Allen is another OC that got a mix of things I was interested in at the time & is technically Snow as well. Like Snow & the HS ver he later became Kiku & Sammy. I think he might have been meant to be the "human" version of the troll OC cause there was meant to be a human ver & troll ver.

I got really tired at some point while working on all of this so things got lazy over time.

Page 1:

John(from Homestuck did the bucket prank on Gart & I'm near by

Monster & Alucart dealing with Baconmas cards, Alucart is I think messaging Snow. I dunno why but I kind of liked him & sometimes drew Snow being interested in him.

Mecha is getting even more pissed, the cop is still drunk & Izzy had to get one of her siblings(Wrent) to get Alucart out of a tree. Snow knows this won't end well.

Page 2:

Gart getting hit with a bucket, guessing I did that

For some reason light bulbs at Robot's work(a bulb factory) are exploding

Snow was asked to help & ended up drawing a certain game symbol that Alucart recognizes. Not sure how Snow managed to draw this since he can't see.

Mecha decided to call it a night, drunk cop & I dunno why Jane & Roxy from Homestuck are here

Wrent & Allen mention that the scene for searching for firewood is on standby due to Alucart breaking his leg

Page 3:

I don't know what the context for the character that has a "G" instead of "g" is about, I want to guess another fankid or chibi/kid Gart.

Halo's OC Tiki distressed about seeing her family

Normal Gart dealing with explosions in front of Robot. Robot dealing with Gart's Christmas cards, I dunno who is helping him with them I think she might be Aris but I dunno.

I gave up drawing the bar for the day

Mecha getting Snow prepared to go out into the cold instead of working on the lights

I ran out of space & decided to make a joke about it

Snow, Alucart, Wrent & some others helping with cards along within the middle at the bottom right Alucart losing at rock, paper, sissors.

Also the static is connected to Allen, I was complaining about Firework CS3 in the DA description cause it was hard to work on compared to when I use to use ImageReady CS.

Page 1:

Gart getting tired

Perry dealing with cybernetic charities

Tiki distressed, Robot & Gart(humanoid again) hiding from the exploding bulbs

Snow, Alucart, Izzy & others helping with cards. Drunk cop again

I think Gart showed up to either take Mecha home or see how she was doing & she's pissed. Meanwhile the kids decided to look elsewhere for firewood after Alucart recovered.

Page 2:

Gart wondering why he hears a radio(god teir mode Allen appearing) & then spit taking at Izzy wanting shit

Gijinka Perry & Tiki still scared, also more lights exploding

Alucart helping with cards again & I have no idea who this cop is, the DA description(which isn't helping) says he's a cop which is the only thing I know about him

Mecha is getting pissed again. Izzy, Emma(no idea who that is, haven't interacted with these characters in years) & Alucart are doing rock, paper, sissors & Alucart lost.

Page 3:

Gart having a bad feeling about something(or someone behind him he hasn't noticed yet)

Snow & Alucart trying to find a parking spot to go get firewood, for the decription on DA I apparently forgot he had a broken leg.(Also for anyone confused hot air balloons or at least air ships are common ways to travel in this show)

I apparently made a flashback scene for an excuse for the annoying kid, I also realized Izzy isn't a Gart x Mecha fankid after all.(The kid annoying him is Izzy as a kid)

I got really lazy at this point. Perry, Tiki & more lights.

Robot is helping Monster with the cards, Mecha learns Gart left her blinking lights & Alucart has no idea what aisle to go down. This was also during a time were I didn't fully understand heghts so Snow despite being Alucart's age is shorter than he should be.

I think at this point there was so much the only way to put everything in was by circle panels

Page 1:

Gart running for his life cause Allen scared him

I make a joke about Baconmas traditions, more charity stuff, Alucart got something that should come with batteries but doesn't, Snow got a new hat & more parking issues.

Younger Izzy panicking, Tiki wrapped up at home panicking, drunk needs toilet paper & more exploding lights. Also Gart gets forced to do the rest of the Christmas cards.(Apparently they're not all his they're his family's list & I guess Robot got stuck with one half & Monster helped him)

A past version of my self-insert Sonicsona & a kind of familiar running off to get Knuckles supplies for rigging the lights. For context I use to sometimes go by Izzy cause I thought it was interesting.

Karkat is here for some reason.

Page 2:(Final page)

For some reason Allen was able to disguise himself by going into an older form.(This was oddly inspired by Hana from Ojamajo Doremi, I stopped using this idea at some point)

I don't remember the context(at this point any context I use to know is long gone along with knowing who most of the OCs are), I got lazy again & for some reason John from Homestuck is here.

Monster & Mecha notice the drunk cop, this is the only reason I know he's a cop. Gart dealing with younger Izzy on a sugar rush. Perry got forced to help with donations.

Blaze worried about her in-laws, Eggman & Sonic hiding from exploding lights & Gart gives up on the cards.

Italy(from Hetalia) can't find a parking spot & Japan(also from Hetalia) wishes he hadn't been riding with Italy. Also I know this is out of order.

Anime Kirby with Lololo & Lalala needing help with rigging the lights while Mecha gave up on rigging the lights so is getting for some reason sought after firewood while telling Gart to stop bothering her.

For some reason I added Keroro into this.

Sorry for making everyone that decided to read this train wreck. As fun as it was to draw at the time & as nice as it was to go down memory lane this is a confusing mess without context/inside jokes

[the-firebird69]

She was the wife of Michael too and is not gone of course no she died. She was not in the movie but she died from old age no that's what our son thinks. She was working moving ordinance and it exploded. And there are people who wonder how it happened and people who are checking the scene it was in an underground facility no it was in the 8th ring and will and Bill say they detected something and we think we know who it is but they have to check they said and they have equipment too they do think it's the ship and it's happened before

Thor Freya

Olympus

Okay guys this is what it is I've been talking about it so he went ahead and hit her now the guy has to pay he's been doing this to people for a long time and he thinks there's nothing to pay about it and we have to make him pay

Mike tew

I agree it was sending troops now they're going to take that son of a b**** down

Mac Daddy

I've been holding my breath I want a piece of them and now's the Time to take it I can't believe this happened we are all so sorry Michael too

Justin

You can't help but feel bad because we knew her and she was helping our friend and my son-in-law a lot and matter of fact I don't know what he's going to do without her doing it

Ken

We've all had a tough time here and I think I have to start working again and stop being a jerk to him and I do understand what people are saying people need to do these things to help and it was not nice of what he did and Tommy f will have to pay and we're going around saying what we'll do if something happens you shouldn't do it to me it's not nice she didn't do anything to you

Lily

She was true is I don't think it just charged for my ship I know where I was when it happened I want people to calm down

Tommy f

Who become as soon as your stupid ship is out of here you don't have any right to sit there like that and we're going to go after you it doesn't shield them from anything all these stupid assholes are underneath it doing all sorts of dumb things I'm surprised you survive this is to threaten you I threatening him and all s*** out of here you're such a jerk

Sherry

What time are you doing this to people and it's not even your fight you got involved now it's your fight Tommy f

Mike tew

I don't believe it you struck again it's time to go away you're ruining our realm you're such an a****** and you're drawing more fire on yourself right now in a time when the empire could have been stepping in you're such a fool I'm so tired of seeing you stupid people screw up things that would have stopped the empire now it's going to be a nuisance and a nightmare and I should explain he says you're going to go ahead hitting each other again in a big huge hit each other fast and the empire is going to be sitting pretty and you probably won't have your damn stone chips you're a stupid s*** tummy f

Preston

I suppose I see the point they go after me harder and the ship's harder it's a group involved I don't need and it's really happy fighting each other

Tommy f

Have found this on my table 50 times today one more time and my wife gets it now I don't want you around you're a piece of s*** and you're threatening all of us with it and that's why you did it and you're trying to kidnap women all over the place that I saw it you got to pay for this you piece of crap

Tommy Allen

This woman was helping me and Michael too had started to turn into a monster again and she kept doing it and was faithful doing it for some reason I don't really know why but she was good at it and a lot of people have been falling down so now I'm left without an auntie I have beat this s*** out of you Tommy f

Zues

I can use that and beat him up

Hera

We're going to come in there and beat the s*** out of you Tommy f we don't like you

Corks

Is too

Trumps

Good let's. I'm here to say I'm going to help handle what's going on I'll have to have women do it he says I get that usually they stay out of trouble and they want to now they appreciate the word too and the confidence

Mike tew

Olympus

[earnono]

I've seen posts about it back in 2019 in twt I think? Most of the artists I followed back then were drawing them craazyy. Then dropped after a year after and moved on to Genshin HAHA.

2. I can't remember but it might have been the Golden Deer/Redraw Reigan memes that actually piqued me.

or that one sylvix micecraft video.

or it could've been those sylvain dancing vids.

I've started playing around late 2020.

3.) Golden Deer! (Wanted to try BL but I was denying about how I was interested in Dimitri just because he was blone and blue eyes prince knight and older sis was going for BL first. So I went with GD😂)

4.) Either BL or GD. I just like theire dynamics.

5.) I think Azure Moon is my fave out of all of the routes. It felt personal (I've did every route except BL/AM actually. I've only watched it thru older sis's playthrough.)

6.) Byleth! I know it's dumb liking supposed insert characters but I've done that before sadly. (I still love you Allen😔)

I never even knew he existed because I never saw fanart of him till older sis started playing.

Byleth is a strong and seemingly perfect person but deeply cares for his friends and allies. He's a really dependable person and wants to help people. He indulges in his students' favorite hobbies and interests and I find that cute. The gap between his supposed cold and unemotional side and him basically learning how to interacting with everyone is cute. He likes to fish and every food you see in the game he loves them except for pickled food for some reasons, it's so cute. To me his special charm point is his cute ahoge, it's all part of his cute gap. I find everything about him cute. I'm not gonna deny it anymore😇

EDIT: I FORGOT TO MENTIONED, Byleth is so sweet that he asked Manuela to teach him in how to sing and act like in a play because he wants to show it to his papa jeralt. Jeralt mentioned he always wanted to go see a play with Sitri but never had the chance and doesn't have anymore reason to go to. Like uwahhhh😭

I find it cute that he looks like his mama than his papa and it was implied that no matter how much he tries, he told Alfred (Engage) that he can't grow much muscles like his papa😆

Fave moment in FEH is that Shez was trying to compete on who's the better mercanary lead and Byleth just instantly agreed that he's the better leader. Then proceeds to surprise Shez even more by eating huge platter of food😂

Other characters I like is Dimitri (hehe), Sylvain, Ashe, Claude, Hilda, Linhardt, M!Shez

7.) Ignatz! I used him alot when I played VW and also 3Hopes, lettimg him debuff enemies and do chipped damage. I think he's a chill guy who sees the world beautifully despite the war going on.

8.) Enlightened One and Great/High Lord because Byleth and Dimitri hehe.

Mortal Savant is cool. I think doing both sword and magic is cool, it reminds me of Tales.

9.) Sword and Tome

10.) I haven't played in a while so I can't remember. I'll edit once I remember.

11.) I haven't played in a while so I can't remember. I'll edit once I remember.

12.) Chasing Daybreak! This version of the music is my favorite (Right here)

13.) Fishing and eating. Just honestly running around the monastery. I don't get tired doing that even if it might break the joy stick lol.

14.) ClauHilda. I find them cute and 3hopes made me like them more hehe. I will get their pop up parade figurines soon huhu.

15.) I don't ship f/w or girl's love tbh. But I do like F!Shezleth (F!Shez x F!Byleth).

Happy 5th anniversary to FE3H🥳🎉

Like the post and I'll answer the questions above hehe.

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"Four Years Are Given To Baldwin," Windsor Star. October 2, 1943. Page 5. ---- Accused Wheatley Bank Robber Convicted of Receiving Stolen Auto Tires ---- Four of the seven years in penitentiary asked by Crown Attorney A. D. Bell, K.C., for Allen M. Baldwin, 31, of London street east, were imposed by Mr. Justice Keiller Mackay in Supreme Court assize for Kent County in Chatham yesterday afternoon. Baldwin, Windsor man and native of Amherstburg, who is still facing a charge of armed bank robbery at Wheatley, was found guilty by a jury of receiving stolen tires.

LASTED TWO DAYS Jury's decision came swiftly after the case had been in progress nearly two days.

Baldwin had been positively identified by three witnesses as the stranger who had come in August to the garage of the Tilbury Auto Wreckers and offered to sell to Oliver Deziel, one of the proprietors, tires stolen from Roy Steele, of Steele Finance Company, Lincoln road.

Theft of 26 tires had been reported a few days earlier by the finance company. Thieves, using a truck to take away the tires, were frightened off when they were apparently returning to steal a second load. Windsor detectives, aided by members of the Ontario Provincial Police, stationed here, picked up clues at the scene of the crime which eventually led them to Tilbury and Baldwin.

Provincial Constables Prank Scott, Len Neil, and Ralph Gibson, and Windsor Detectives John J. Mahoney. and Alf. Carter, worked on the case.

SERIOUS OFFENCE Drawing attention to the seriousness of tire thefts in these times, Mr. Bell asked Mr. Justice Mackay to give Baldwin seven years in Portsmouth penitentiary at Kingston. The maximum for the crime, he said was 14 years. In passing sentence. His Lordship said he had concurred with the jury's finding and agreed on the extreme seriousness of tire thefts when rubber is scarce and a vitally needed commodity. Thereupon, he sentenced him to four years.

Baldwin, who has a previous criminal record, was defended by A. F. Gignac, of Windsor.

The convicted receiver appeared in court here for his preliminary hearing about an hour after armed robbery, of which he is accused of being a participant. At the hearing Baldwin was a little late and explained he "was unavoidably detained." After the hearing, bail was offered by Vernon Gates. who is also charged with the armed robbery.

Baldwin is due to face Magistrate Ivan B. Craig here next week on the Wheatley charge.

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