#where the hell is it i cant find it on steam >:/

[m0thisonfire]

You know it's bad when the Saints Row hyperfixation comes back

[south-of-heaven]

poly!judgement day x fem reader going shopping with their bonus paycheck and then they cant find reader and she ends up in the barnes and noble bookstore with a coffee and two baskets of books?

Barnes and Noble || The Judgement Day x Reader

Summary: You disappear during a shopping trip with your partners. They panic and you don't understand why.

You couldn't help it; the allure of the bookstore was too strong to resist. You had been wandering through the crowded mall with Finn, Damian, Rhea, and Dominik, on what was supposed to be a routine shopping trip. But then you saw it, the unmistakable sign of Barnes & Noble, and your heart practically skipped a beat.

You had always been a bookworm at heart, and the prospect of getting lost in the aisles of your favorite bookstore was too tempting to pass up. The shelves upon shelves of books, the cozy reading nooks, and the promise of a good cup of coffee in their café – it was all too much to resist.

Without thinking, you had mumbled something about needing to check something out and slipped away, disappearing into the bustling crowd of shoppers. Your intention was just to take a quick peek inside, maybe pick up one or two books. But as you stepped through the door, the scent of paper and ink enveloped you, and you were lost.

Time flew by as you perused the shelves, your hands running over the spines of countless books. You had lost track of how many books you had picked up, but it didn't matter. It felt like heaven to be surrounded by so many stories, waiting to be discovered.

Unbeknownst to you, your disappearance had set off a mini-crisis among your partners. Finn, Damian, Rhea, and Dominik had panicked at your sudden absence, fearing the worst. They frantically retraced their steps through the mall, searching for any sign of you.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they spotted you through the large windows of the bookstore, sitting in the café with two overflowing baskets of books and a steaming cup of coffee in your hand. They hurried inside, their relief palpable.

Finn was the first to reach you, his brow furrowed in a mixture of concern and irritation. "What the hell, love?" he scolded, his voice a mixture of relief and annoyance. "You can't just wander off like that without telling us. We were worried sick!"

You blinked up at him, completely oblivious to the chaos you had caused. "What? I was just looking at books."

Damian, Rhea, and Dominik arrived shortly after, all of them out of breath. They had been racing through the mall, each of them worried that something terrible had happened to you.

Dominik couldn't help but chuckle when he saw the state of you, surrounded by your literary treasures. "Well, at least we know where your priorities lie."

Rhea shook her head with a fond smile, her worry slowly ebbing away. "You and your books, Y/N."

You couldn't help but laugh at their reactions. "Sorry, guys. I just got carried away. But look, I found some amazing books!"

They exchanged amused glances, knowing that you were completely unapologetic about your impromptu shopping spree. In the end, they couldn't stay mad at you for long. After all, it was just another one of those quirks that made you, well, you.

As you all made your way back to the car, your two overflowing baskets of books in tow, you couldn't help but feel grateful for partners who cared so much about you. And even if your little adventure had caused them some panic, it was also a testament to their love and concern for you.

Finn placed a gentle kiss on your temple as he held you close, his earlier irritation melting away. "Just promise us you won't disappear like that again, okay?"

You nodded, leaning into his embrace. "I promise. But only if you guys help me carry all these books."

With a shared chuckle, you made your way back to the car, your partners still shaking their heads in amusement. It might have been a little chaotic, but it was just another day in the life of your unconventional, book-loving family.

[austinsastrology8991]

PLuto Aspects - respect him or he won't respect you - part 1 Pluto aspecting sun - SOME INtriguing ass people, but the more you dig into them the more you wanna find out. But I believe the soul reason they do this is because they are thirsty for power and validation. they are great at getting it tho cant hate these players but they can be frustrating, because the more you talk to em the more you wanna talk to em. Pluto aspecting moon - Real dark people, they are always quiet and hide or tone down there reactions towards others. I dont care how pretty they pretend to be everyone knows something is off with these guys, its like they portray an image too much, because they refuse to let anyone in. Pluto aspecting Mercury - Smart mother fuckers who'll never tell you everything but enough to make you rethink whatever it is you were thinjking. they want you to be believe they are average, but whenever you talk to them they can't help but impress you with what they know, then your like what else you know, then they act like they dont know shit again. kinda annoying but they are smart as hell Pluto aspecting venus - so beautiful but also not at all. honestly really frustrating because they are so hot but then you find out who there ex is and suddenly you think your better than them. but then you look at there face and fall in love all over again. smh i just wanna be pretty like yall but i got other bullshit going on. ehhhh i stilll love admiring them they are so beautiful seriously, and honestly i feel like they have to lower there standards because everyone is too afraid to approach them outta fear of rejection :/ Pluto aspecting mars - dominant peeps, they let you know that they know what the fuck is up. they dont even care if you disrespect them they'll still steam roll all over you. its impressive there will power, but its also annoying because they never listen. they are so focused on being the taker, so much so to the point where they refuse to be taken advantage of. which only makes it all the more likely because they are constantly taking advantage of others... this is part 1, part 2 coming

[zialltops]

honeysuckle’s & huckleberry’s

Cowboy!Joel (41) X F!Reader (25) | 4.7k | wip | explicit | 18+ minors dni | enemies to lovers | slow burn | au: no cordyceps outbreak

After four years away at collage, you’re finally home with the tools and knowledge to save your family ranch. That is, if their ranch hand would stay out of your way.

Or: Ranch hand Joel doesn’t know how to handle the return of his bosses prodigy daughter, her snarky little attitude, or her sinfully tight jeans.

a/n: phew this chapter was hard to write because all i want it for them to kiss already. these two are so at each others throats that i cant WAIT to write that in the form of the devils tango. please let me know what you guys think, comments fuel my desire to write🤍

Masterlink

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Chapter 2: Northern Attitude

Three days of bad weather pass before Joel is able to get the truck out of the snow to drag your car out of the embankment—but he chooses not to anyway. He’s spent the last three days working and avoiding you, because he can’t keep his head from spouting off about how much you piss him off and how good you look doing it.

And piss him off, you do. The morning after your first night home, Joel was shoveling off the steps and the front driveway when you came out of the house in a pair of pants that look like they have been in your closet for years because god damn, they are tight. He doesn’t miss the look on your face when you find your way into the snow where he’s working. “Like my stupid fucking shoes? I wore them so I’d look nice when I saw my parents—thought there was some delicious cowboy here to impress. But now they are all I have to wear because some bullheaded asshole left my car on the side of the road with all of my belongings in it.”

Him, being the bullheaded asshole instead of the delicious cowboy. He’s fuming, if he wasn’t already panting, he’s sure there would be steam rolling out of his ears right about now. He can't stand you. Cant stand your cocky attitude and the way you hold your hands on your hip’s—those sexy little fucking—Joel! “Should have known better than to show up in the middle of winter in those damn heels. You did that to yourself. You should know the only thing you’re findin’ here is cow shit and snow.” You cross your arms and look over his shoulder. “Yeah—nothing but bullshit here.” He turns to find Tommy, his eyes on your figure in your stupidly tight outfit, he’d always been the bolder of the two. “Nice shoes…y’know, they do seem practical, you’re a few inches above the cold, y’know? Don’t ya think, Joel?” You smile at him and Joel sees red, that trading asshole. “Y’know, I was still gonna pull you out, bullheaded asshole here was the one who insisted we leave you.”

If Joel was a better man, he’d tell his brother to fuck off—but he’s not, so he socks him in the mouth and gives him a nasty bruise and a split lip. Both of you hightail it away from the driveway and Joel gets back to his shoveling.

Since that day, it’s been a non-stop onslaught of demeaning remarks. You sneer at him when you pass him in the halls, so he sticks to the hunting cabin he and Tommy occupy for a whole day. When he comes in for supper, you sneer at him again. “What, do you just hide out all day, doing jack shit?” He started this, he knows that, and there isn’t much he can do since he left you for dead on the side of the road a few days ago. He huffs at you when he sits down across from you while everyone else gets their plates in the kitchen. His voice is somewhere between a whisper and an aggravated shout. “I’ve been taking care of the cattle, what the hell have you been doing all day, huh? With that big fancy degree? Hid in the house all day and do your nails?” The nails in question are a sharp blue color, a homage to the crisp skies as the sun sets amongst the gloomy clouds, radiating dark indigo across the plains. His stomach curls when his brain supplies the image of them wrapped around his cock—both your little hands, manicured and soft and—son of a—“Actually, I think I forgot to check the fences. Miss Lou, do you mind if I pack this up to go?” He did forget, and he should do that, but it could have waited another day. He really needs a reason to get away from your accusing eyes right now, away from the way you unwillingly make him feel ridged all over.

He checks all the fences on the half mile walk to the hunting cabin, eats his supper at the sad little table and tries (he fucking tries, okay?) to keep his hands off himself. It aches, aches when he gets hard, like a damn weight between his legs that makes him feel dizzy from lack of blood in his poor muddled brain. He gets crazy—can't stand the thought of another person having so much control over his senses that he can't control his own bodily functions. He hates that you’ve weaseled your way in to his weaknesses—pretty eyes, smarter than him, hard to get with an attitude. It pisses him off so bad that his body reacts before his mind can gain clarity enough to tell himself no. But how can he, when all he can think about is what this is doing to him.

He cant stop thinking about how much of a bitch you are, about the type of men you probably pulled while off in collage and how you expected some kind of Adonis and what you got was just Joel. Your disappointment in his mere existence does nothing to flag how hard he is when he finally gets his hands in his pants. It should be alarming how fast he’s got himself on the edge on the image of you glaring him down, blackmailing him just so he can be your own personal verbal punching bag.

What the fuck is wrong with him, that being treated like garbage gets him so worked up. Is it because he knows it's something he'll never have? Like nothing else in the world can, you’ve got him hot and stiff in his large hand, after three days of knowing you, his head tipped back against his pillow and his eternal gratefulness that Tommy is still eating supper at the main house. At least he wont have to witness the way Joel’s resolve goes down the drain when he thinks about those pretty eyes, those nimble fingers and that bratty little attitude. He cums when he thinks about your stupid fucking shoes and how angry you are at him that you’re stuck wearing them.

Tomorrow, he’ll tell you he still cant get your car out, even if all the fucking snow melts, just so he can watch you walk around in them for a little longer, so he can hate you a little bit more. Maybe his distaste will bleed out the want, but Joel has never been that lucky.

———

It’s damn late by the time Tommy makes it home—or maybe it’s not, but Joel's guilty hand found the neck of a bottle a few moments after washing it clean, so he’s completely lost track of time. Drowning his troubles was the best thing he could come up with, so he tipped the bottle back until it was empty and his head felt like it was in a fish bowl.

The door throws open when he’s leaned all the way back in a chair at the little dining table, his bottle sitting empty in front of him and his mind reeling. “Close the damn door, it’s freezing!” He doesn’t open his eyes, because he’s got the spins and the last thing he wants to do right now is throw up.

“Aint me.” He hears Tommy’s voice somewhere in the living room and he finally peeks an eye open and glances towards the door.

“You really are a piece of work, aren’t you?” It’s you, standing in the doorway and letting in all the cold residing outside of these walls. Joel attempts to lean forward, but his weight wobbles and the chair falls backwards on the hardwood. “This is why this ranch doesn’t make any profit. You spend your days drunk off your ass, don’t you?” Her tone is so accusing and snappy, if Joel had half a mind he would pull himself off this floor and give her a piece of it.

“S’the end of the day, I’m not workin’, ‘n I can do whatever I want.” He pulls himself up using the table and he stand there for a moment, trying to let his head catch up with the rest of his body. “I came down here to tell you I want my car out tomorrow morning first thing. But, by the looks of it you wont be good for a damn thing in the morning.”

He groans and walks over to the door on wobbly legs, his vision is blurry but the drunk part of his brain supplies that you walked all the way here with Tommy just to bark orders at him. So, Tommy is definitely a fucking traitor, getting cozy with you when he knows how irritating Joel finds you to be. Even if you look damn good with those wind bitten red cheeks that would look so good hallowed out around his—c’mon, Joel. “I’ll be up before you, smartass. I have livestock to feed, ‘sides, I told you I'd pull it out when I could. Snow’s still too thick.” Joel uses the door frame to hold him up while you look him over from the porch. “I wasn’t asking you to pull it out, Im telling you.” Telling him? Like he’s not his own goddamned person, who makes decisions around here of his own? Hank asked him over a year ago to manage the ranch on his own—he’s been the one calling the shots here for some time, so what gives you the right to stand on his porch and tell him what he’s going to do?

“You might be the all reining princess in their eyes, but do not push me, Honey. I’m not the one to fuck with,” your eyes narrow and your arms cross over your chest like that might somehow make him second guess his boldness. You take a few steps closer and puff your chest out, point your nose up at him with a hard glare. “What are you going to do about it, huh? Not a damn thing.” Actually, one thing does come to mind and it takes everything in Joels power not to grab you by your hair and bend you over the back of the couch, show you exactly what he’s going to do about it.

Instead, he stands there in the frigid air, looking down at you like a pissed off little mouse staring down an alley cat, so fucking brave that he questions if he’s an alley cat at all. “When you can run this ranch by yourself, then you can look down your nose at me, but until then, you’re going to need some taller stupid fucking shoes.” He wouldn’t have the balls to say these things to you if not for the whiskey burning through his veins. Actually, he’s been pretty weary of telling you off, because the last thing he needs is you telling your parents, who obviously would believe you over him. But right now? Fresh off half a bottle and a mind numbing orgasm? He has all the courage in the world.

“I want my car out. I want my things and my clothes. You have until tomorrow night, or my parents can find new ranch hands.” He scoffs and his anxiety only bubbles up a little bit—he’ll pay for it tomorrow, but right now he’s pissed. “Well you better hurry back there and get on it. I’ll tell ya what—I’ll even help you hang up the flyers, hows that sound?” Your face is beat red in an attempt to contain your anger, your eyebrows are drawn together in the kind of pout that makes Joel chub up in his sleep pants. He’d rather sleep out in the snow than to have you see the way your attempt at aggravation works him up, so he starts to close the door on himself. “Better get to it, unless you want to be the one up at four thirty to feed.” He closes the door, turns his body and lets himself slump against the wood. His palm finds the front of his pants and he pushes, attempting to quell the sudden rush of blood that makes his head spin more than the alcohol in his system. “Damn…she’s gettin’ to you, huh?”

It’s Tommy’s obnoxious fucking voice in his head, standing near the hallway to the two small bedrooms. “Fuck off, Tommy, you know how it is for me.” The younger man laughs, crossing his arms over his chest. “I'm just sayin’, it’s kind of funny. Nobody gets under your skin like that. Does fightin’ really do it for you?” His voice is dripping with amusement and Joel wants to punch him again. “It ain’t the fightin’.” Tommy rolls his eyes when Joel reaches into his pants to adjust the discomfort. “Oh, thats right. Your shitty attitude comes sometime after she gets your big ol’—“ Joel growls at him, ”Tommy, if you don’t shut the fuck up right now, I’m going to drag you out in the snow and beat your ass.”

It does the trick, because Tommy knows Joel isn’t kidding, he’s always been the stronger of the two, the one who’s always put Tommy in his place and he’s never been afraid to sock him square in his mouth when he runs it like he is now. “You know it bothers me when I can't control it. I can’t hide it. And she just—she—she’s one of them girls you know? The one’s that you don’t stand a chance with but they rub it in your face anyways and I can’t fucking stand it. It’s embarrassin’.”

He leans away from the door and makes his way over to the couch. When he plops down, his head finds his hands and he drags his calloused fingers through his curly, wind whipped locks. “What if you did stand a chance? Been a really long time since you’ve let yourself have anything.” Tommy finds the seat beside him and their heated argument shifts into a tender conversation, one brother to another, one man to his best friend in the whole world. “Ain’t about what I can have, tom, she’s Hanks daughter and I’m double her age, at least. This,” he gestures to himself vaguely. “This is the last thing a girl like her wants to get themselves tied up in. Can’t—one and done it like you can. Takes some…workin’ up to.”

Tommy pushes his shoulder with a small snort. “Always wondered how you got that thing in anyone.” He hasn’t wondered—he’s asked for years, and Joel being the closed off man he is, never had the heart to spill his bed-mates secrets. But there hasn’t been anyone for years, certainly not someone like you who can get him going faster than anyone he’s ever met. “Just—lots of…stretching. Things I can't do during a tumble in the hay, alright? And not everyone wants to deal with that—fuck know’s I don’t.”

Deal with the rejection of someone seeing him naked and kindly (or not so kindly) telling him that they aren’t interested anymore, deal with the look of shock women give him when he’s pressed up against them—when they feel it. He’s tired of it—so he doesn’t try anymore. Having you at his doorstep, flooring that desire in him? He can't deal with that. “I always thought it would be kind of an appeal to women, don’t they like that? I mean, I didn’t get your genes but I’m not doin’ too bad, they seem to like it.” Not doing too bad? To be normal, lead a normal life where he doesn’t have to bring anxieties to a moment he should only bring pleasure? “It ain’t all puppies and rainbows, man…nine times out of ten were good and they’re into it until I get my pants off. Then they hightail it out of there before I even have a chance to explain myself.”

It’s an embarrassing conversation to have with your brother, but Joel is grateful that he at least has someone he can talk about this with, above all else. The years he’s struggled, the supposed highs that only led to disappointment. It's been one minuscule moment of rejection after another, and he’s not asking for a lot, just to feel what everyone else gets to feel—normal, wanted, less like a freak and more like something to be desired. All for something he can’t change about himself, because believe him he wants to.

“I’m sorry man…I can’t relate, but I know how hard it is for you. One day, some crazy bitch is going to love your…terrifying dick.” He snorts loudly and rolls his eyes at his little brother. “Today ain’t the day, but thanks, Tom…” his head is still spinning and if he doesn’t go to bed soon, he won't make it out to feed before the sun hits the horizon. Tommy heads to his room, but Joel finds a blanket and curls up on the couch with a trash can at his side—just incase he needs to throw up before morning comes and he sobers up.

———

He does make it out to feed. It takes him an hour to get a hundred and fifty heads of cattle fed—he can’t wait till spring when they can be turned out to pasture, when half of them are sold off and the breeding season restarts. The cold, stand still winters drive him crazy on every ranch he’s ever worked, but this one more than most, because the cold is bone deep and there's you now, to drive him crazy in every possible direction.

When he’s done with the cattle, he takes inventory of the feed room, make’s a list to take with himself to town when the roads are cleared, then makes his way over to the stable. If there is one thing he can find solitude in, it’s snorting, fussing, grouchy ass horses early in the morning. They’ll kick at the stalls until he’s filled their feeders, snort cold air at him like they don’t want his company—he finds a lot of himself in the equine’s, misunderstood unless you get to know them like he has. He finds that his favorite place to be is in a saddle, pushing cattle through spring summer and fall, just him and them and all the trust in each other they have to offer.

Once they are fed, he finds his tack bucket and pulls open the stall to a young mare they’d bought last summer. She was ready to break this spring, but Hank had all but given up on the Morgan. So much so that he’d handed Joel her bridle one morning and told him “if you can get through to her, she’s all yours, son.”

She wasn’t a big horse, compared to others over her breed, but she had an untamable mane and tail that Joel has to keep braided or it becomes a rat's nest. She’s all over the place, spooky with a fear of water that Joel can't seem to help her get over. For such a pretty little Palomino, she sure has a lot of fight in her.

“Hey, pissy girl.” He hums when she flicks her tail at him, pulling her head out of her feeder just long enough to look back at him. He’s been the only person she lets in the stall since they got her, the only person who can give her a good brush down and stand behind her without getting a hoof to the chest. “Don’t look at me like that, okay? I had stuff to do before I could bring you guys breakfast. Besides, you’re gettin’ fat.” He pats her on her flank, watches dust come up under his hand. He starts brushing her down when he hears the stable doors come open. He knows it's not Tommy, because he’s in the north field checking on the heifers who are getting ready to calf. They still have a few more weeks, but it's good to keep track in the middle of the kind of storms they’ve been getting. The last thing they need is losing a calf to this kind of cold.

“Joel? You in here?” It’s Hanks booming voice in the desolate stable. “Yeah, I’m in here Hank!” He sets down the brush and steps out of the stall because he knows Hank won't come in it. “I was tryin’ to find you before my daughter did. She been through here yet?” His stomach drops and curls—did she tell him? About the argument they had on his porch last night? That he was drunk off his ass drowning his emotions like he always has? “I don’t know what she might have…told you, but it was at home—the cows were good, animals fed, I wasn’t—“ Hank makes a face and shakes his head. “Son, I ain’t mad at you for nothin’. I told her you’re allowed to have a few drinks when you’re done with your work. She can be very…aggravating, if anyone knows that it's me. I just wanted to apologize before she comes in a raging ball of fire because shes embarrassed about her shoes.”

Embarrassed? She’s embarrassed about walking around in those boots that make her ass look like it was sculpted by gods? Those damn shoes that can get him hard in an instant? “She’s embarrassed about them?”

Hank cracks a soft smile and puts his hands on his hips. “Most of that fire comes from a hurt place. She's all bark and no bite—“ Joel scoffs. “She just about bit my head off last night. I might have said some things I shouldn’t have.” Hank has always been understanding and kind the entire time Joel has known him. “I know, we talked about it. She said I need new ranch hands and I told her I don’t trust anyone to run this ranch but you. Don’t worry, I won't let her run you off. I really thought college would set her straight, but she’s still got that stubborn attitude of hers. Just—keep yourself busy and she’ll give up eventually. Don’t be afraid to defend yourself, either. I’m not going to get mad at you for standing up to her.”

Its more of a relief than he thought it would be to hear Hank stick up for him. You must have ran home to tattle on him, but knowing Hank has his back eases the anxiousness built up in him from the night before. “Anyways…when you see her, maybe Tommy can take her to get her things until we can get her car out, so she can get off of everyones back.” It’s going to have to be Tommy—there's no way in hell Joel can handle being in a car with her by himself with his current situation. “Absolutely, thank you Hank.” The man heads out the door with a genuine smile. “Don’t be too late for breakfast! Louise made fresh jam.”

Breakfast sounds like a dream to his empty stomach, so he gets back to the task at hand so he can spare himself a few minutes of downtime to eat before he gets back to work. He steps back into the stall, runs his hand across the top of his horse's back and sighs. “Maybe I should cut her some slack, huh Cersei? You’re kind of a bitch, but you’re still my favorite girl.” The horse nickers at him, flicks her tail and waits patiently for him to get back to brushing out her winter coat.

———

It’s breakfast when he finally sets eyes on you again, but you aren’t in those damn shoes—you’re barefoot like that's somehow any better. You’re barefoot in what looks like an old pair of your pajamas, like you just rolled out of bed when it’s already eight in the morning. “Look what the cat dragged in.” You sneer at him a little when he sits down across from you with his plate. Tommy hasn’t made it inside yet and Hank and Louise are in the living-room after they’ve already finished eating.

“I’ve been up for hours, what were you doing? Cant learn to manage a ranch if you sleep until eight in the morning.” Joel feels like he has the upper hand, and based on the look on your face, you know it too. “That’s what I have you for, to do all the grunt shit I don’t want to. I slept like a baby.” Joel on the other hand tossed and turned all night, willing away his morning wood for hours until he finally gave in and wrapped his hand around himself in the dark of his room under his soft quilt, where your prying eyes couldn’t reach.

It’s the only damn thing keeping him from chubbing up in his jeans, looking at you across the table in a pair of sleep shorts that ride up and leave little to his imagination. He thinks about how easy it would be to pull them aside and slip his fingers through your lips—if he would be able to get you wet. It’s enough to get him excited, so he tries to find a way out before it becomes too big of a problem.

“Where are you going?” He looks down at his plate, devising a plan to leave with it, so he can at least finish his breakfast. “Uhm…I have a lot to do today, figured I would get back to it while the day is young.” You push your chair back and stand as well, Joel’s eyes must have a mind of their own because they track up your bare thighs to the bottom of your shorts that have ridden up so much the fabric is pulled tight along the outline of your center—goddamn he can fucking see your pussy. He makes a sharp sound, choking on the spit building up in his mouth as it waters.

“You aren’t doing anything until you get my car out, you hear me? I’m not walking around another second like this.” You gesture to yourself—Joel couldn’t agree more. You need to wear clothes that fit you if he wants to keep his dick to himself. “Tommy is going to take you, he’ll be in soon.” You shake your head at him with a huff. “No, I don’t want Tommy taking me, he’s not the one responsible for leaving my car in the snow. You are getting my car out.”

He wants to argue some more, but arguing with you makes him horny and the last thing he needs is to be that worked up in a car with you for an extended period of time.

“Fuck—alright, fine—give me fifteen minutes and I’ll meet you at the truck.”

It’s a shit ass excuse to run back to the cabin and spend ten minutes jacking off as fast as he can fucking manage so he can control himself in the truck. It’s a futile attempt to control the way Hanks spitfire of a daughter makes him hotter than the surface of the sun.

You are going to be the death of him.

[hayleylatour]

Finding Peace 🕊️

Content warning-none yet, some smut soon. Future talks of pregnancy and options. (Time frame is 2021 into 2022) this is also my first fan fiction since Wattpad 2014!

Summary- Mia is a 24 year old new bookstore owner who’s best friend is dating the drummer of up and coming metal band Bad Omens Nick Foilo. Jess is known for trying to set Mia up on blind dates. What happens when Mia meets Noah Sebastian

Pairings- babydaddy!Noah Sebastian x OC (Mia)

Chapter One- Mia's pov

"Mia babes you gotta come to this party, its Halloween, plus is kinda a party for Nick's friends birthday" Jess begged me. looking at my phone screen to see her pleading pout and batting eyes. rolling my eyes I simply nod in agreement, knowing if I don't at least make an appearance I will never hear the end of it.

"I'll come but I really don't want you trying to set me up with one of Nick's friends. I'm happy being single okay Jess" I say putting the last of the coffee mugs in the cabinet. "I'm just wanting to focus on getting the hell out of the shit hole apartment and getting this damn shop done and ready for opening”

"Okay okay I promise! No trying to set you up, but can I just say these guys are HOT, babes its been forever since you've gotten laid, have a few drinks and see where the night takes you, I'm not saying you have to date or marry one of them but who knows you might really hit it off with someone" Jess continues to ramble but I lose focus on her words when I start thinking about the last time I got laid. damn its be awhile the last time was probably 6 months ago... shit she's right I need to get laid, like yesterday.

"fine. is this a costume party or can I wear normal clothes" I sigh while picking up my phone and walking to the couch to sit down.

After awhile of chatting with Jess, we hung up our daily hour long face time. deciding to get up and start getting ready for jess party. Pulling the shower curtain open I start the water, warming it while I do some quick skin care. I cant help but think about what jess said, its been so long since I've gotten laid.

"That's it, if one of these guys is as attractive as she says, you're going to fuck him, you hear don’t chicken out. have a drink, relax and blow off some steam" I blurt out looking at my reflection, pep talks never work but dammit if I was determined to make myself believe it.

after my shower I blow dry my hair and decide on a low bun before starting my makeup, keeping everything simple and clean, with a light brown dusting over my lids and a shimmery highlight in my inner corner, finishing it off with a quick winged liner. I make my way into the bedroom to throw on a pair of skinny jeans and my favorite bring me the horizon hoodie topping the look off with black vans and making my way downstairs to my car and off to Jess and Nick's house.

there's 4 cars in the driveway when I pull in, Jess and folios included. throwing my car in park I do a once over in my review mirror. as headlights shine illuminating my car, looking over I see a tall man step out and make his way up the drive. stopping he looks at me through the windshield. I've seen him in pictures before. Noah- Folios friend and band mate. dressed in tight black jeans and a while shirt topped off with a leather jacket, Noah makes his way inside the house. now or never Mia. make your move.

"Hey Noah, wait up!" I yell exiting my car and jogging up the drive. He quickly turns on his heel and smiles down at me as I reach him, Standing at least a foot taller than me. Fuck he’s taller in person. “Lead the way” He says extending his arm towards the door.

“MIA! You made it” Jess squeals detaching herself from folios side, everyone seems to stop talking and turn their attention to the screaming. “Ah I see you met Noah, happy birthday by the way.” Jess winks at me

“Hey Jess, can I talk to you for a minute” i mutter pulling her into a hug. She nods and leads us to her bedroom. Once away from the crowd i start to explain my plan to her. I’ll have a drink and hang out and be open to the idea of hooking up with someone, failing to mention Noah’s name and how when he looks at me my heart beats a little faster. Jess tells me that if it happens it happens but she thinks i need to blow off some steam and ‘what better way to do it than an orgasm?’

When we emerged from the second floor the guys are standing in the kitchen around a box of pizza. Noah has his back to me but I can see his shoulder length hair is tucked between his ears. Their laughter fills to house which makes relaxing into the evening a little easier.

“So Mia, what do you do for work exactly? Jess was telling us you worked at a bookstore.” Jolly asks leaning forward to set his bottle on the table.

“Yeah kinda, I own the shop down on 17th, ‘Ellie’s’ my grandma left it to me in her will, I’ve been renovating it since lockdown started. But now since everything is opening back up. I’m hoping to have a reopening around mid November. Fingers crossed, I’m still working on getting the last of the furniture out of storage.” I explain sitting up a little straighter.

“That’s so cool we’ll have to come see it sometime” Ruffilo says everyone chiming in with an agreement. The party goes on just as this. Sitting on the sectional till I notice it’s getting closer to midnight, I should probably head home and get some much needed sleep. Jolly and Ruffilo have already said their goodbyes, and Jess has gone to bed, leaving Noah, Folio and myself.

“Hey thank you so much for tonight, i think im gonna head out though.” I say standing from my seat. Nick and Noah stand as well.

“Yeah I need to head out to, I’ll walk with you. Tell Jess I said thank you and I’ll message you tomorrow” Noah says pulling him into a hug. “Mia you ready?”

“Uh yeah. I’m ready” I rush. Making our way down the driveway Noah suddenly stops, turning to look at him he smiles and reaches for my wrist.

“Ya know, Jess told me that you were wanting to hook up with someone tonight, and it is technically still my birthday if you want to im more than interested” he breathes pushing my back against the driver’s side door of my car.

“Your place or mine?” I whisper.

[desceros]

Hatred. That has to be the emotion Leo is feeling, Right?

Leo looks to the Tupperware of cookies next to his bed. Against his better judgement he opens it and pops one of them into his mouth. Immediately the buttery delight of sweetness hits his tongue. Making him swoon, making him cringe. "Too sweet." Leo clenches his hands into fists and presses them into his face. She is taking Donnie away from him, She is touching and taking what should be his to do based on birthright alone. He was the one who taught Donnie how to speak again, was the one who sat at his twins bedside as Donnie shook and cried and begged to be put back in that fucking hellish ship. NOT HER. She wasn't fucking here for any of it. So why. Why did Donnie have to go and choose her over him. What comfort could be found in some girl that Leo or anyone else in the family couldn't already provide. Leo is practically doing this chick a favor by allowing her this close in the first place, and She goes and breaks down every barrier this family has like its an Olympic sport. Healing them all like its easy. Like being helped could have been this easy all along. He should be bitter, he should hate her, and be doing his best to shut her out. Steer her away from the wounds Leo has diligently spent the past decade trying the guard. So why.

Why cant he stop thinking about her. The way she smells, the way she smiles. Why cant he help but want her close where she can be warm and inviting and so, so bright, And kind, trusting. so, so trusting and willing to do anything to be apart of this family. Leo can see it in her eyes. The little glints of past heartbreak and trauma that make her so pliable. Hell, he is half convinced that if April hadn't been the one to find her first she might have joined the first cult she bumped into. So desperate for belonging she would listen and trust any shred of friendship that was thrown her way. So desperate for belonging in fact, that when Leo touches her she accepts it like its nothing. Because what would Leo have to hide, right? He's old reliable Leo, your bestfriend. Totally not the type of guy to rub one out to you while your in the shower. Leo feels himself tense and grow wet at the memory. How the smell of her swirling with the steam in the air had intoxicated him to the point of damn near insanity. He had to do something about it. His hand pressed inside himself as he did his best not to leave a trace of the deed behind. Shame and euphoria heating him from the inside out. God its pathetic, Its maddening. She's fucking and taking his brother from him and Leo cant fucking stop thinking about how she might taste. How she might sound as he sinks into her, Imaging how she might tighten around him as he takes her by the throat and squeezes. His hands painting her throat in pretty blue bruises. He wants to hurt her, He wants to claim her. He wants her. God, he wants her. He wants to hold her close and protect her like he has been protecting the rest of them, with barred teeth and selfishness. He wants to sent her as his and mean it. Fuck, maybe he already does. Maybe he has been this whole time and has just never realized. Every touch, every caress, every teasing remark and every coy little twist of the knife, has actually been him craving something sweet.

Idk what happened the song started playing and I blacked out and then when I woke up I realized I had sent this to your inbox. Symphony Leo save me save me Symphony Leo

ohhhh that hit the spot

[chr0macide]

this shit is done because i cant think of anything else to write in it WOOHOO

this takes place right after Break In II: The Novelette (i.e. right after they leave the villain base for those who dont know what the fuck Break In: The Novelette is but i recommend reading all that if you want to understand this better) and its just about the miscellaneous shenanigans that occur while they try to get along with each other hooray

the ao3 link is up there but ill post the fic under the cut here as well for those who like to read on tumblr (this is about 4,000 words long split into 2 chapters)

Intermission

Chapter I – Road Trip

The kids stared down the elevator shaft. It felt like minutes had passed by the time they heard it crash on the lowest floor of the base. Nobody would be following them back up from there now. Larry let the segment of steel rope fall from his jaws as he climbed down from the service platform. He nearly stepped on Stephanie carelessly before Monica pulled her out of the way.

“Are you gonna to tell us where your safehouse is?” Prince asked skeptically.

Larry hesitated. “We need a car.”

Prince made a noise halfway between a laugh and a sigh. “Why mention your safehouse in the first place if we can’t get there?”

“What, you don’t have a car? How did you end up in the middle of the woods?”

“We had a car. It’s totaled.”

“There’s a garage at the east wall. We don’t keep the keys in there, but I can probably hotwire one of the vans,” Isaiah offered, motioning for everyone to follow.

They left the mineshaft’s rickety elevator and made their way back to the base’s entrance building. The tree branches stone-grey sky framed the barbed wire twisting around the edges of its roof. Prince couldn’t help but notice how loud their footsteps sounded, even when they were muted by the soggy dirt. It was dawn in the middle of a forest. Birdsong should have permeated the air, but aside from the gentle rustling of leaves in the wind, he heard nothing. It was too quiet.

Larry lingered behind the crowd, falling into step beside Bradley. “Aren’t your friends going to give you a ride home, Detective?” he prodded, his voice dripping with false concern.

Bradley ignored him. He was supposed to get to the road and call for transportation, but he had come to find that his radio was spitting out nothing but white noise, even after they’d reached the surface. Mary had likely jammed the signal before she’d confronted everyone.

It wasn’t any of Larry’s business, but he seemed to know what Bradley was thinking about. “No signal, hm? Not that it matters,” he chuckled quietly. The sound was like sandpaper scraping against iron. “How many people in your department do you think are spies, hm? They were never coming back for you anyway.”

For a second, Bradley felt stupid for agreeing to come here in the first place, but he brushed it off. Of course he knew there were double agents all around him, but the mafia had just as many spies in their own ranks as his police station did, and he wasn’t getting anywhere without intel. “Considering that none of them work for you anymore, their names would be useful, Mr. Clockturn.”

Larry huffed some steam out of his vents. Before all this, he’d put plenty of his own men in caskets for snitching, but… he scratched at the scars beneath his suit. Some of his valves still felt strange. “I’ll have to think about that.”

They came to the back of the base. The garage door’s circuits sparked worryingly as Larry forced it open. He flicked a switch. Sickly yellow light illuminated the only van stationed there, black with masks emblazoned on the sides. A set of rambars were affixed to the front. He waved Isaiah in and promptly smashed one of the windows, setting off an ear-piercing car alarm.

“What the hell, man?!” shouted Hadrian over the blaring.

Isaiah looked back at him. “What? We don’t have the key. Bradley! You got something I can strip the wires with?”

The Detective tossed him some pliers, but the noise cleared everyone else out of the building and away from the noise. Twado padded to the tree line and busied himself sniffing the cold air.

Hadrian crouched down next to him. “Smell anything interesting?”

The dog kept sniffing. He licked his nose and thrust it into the undergrowth, ambling into the bushes. Hadrian heard hissing. The foliage rustled. An orange cat sprinted out of the leaves with Twado in pursuit. The others in the clearing watched them race across the grass. “Is that Cheeseball?” Prince said incredulously.

The cat darted into the garage just to see Larry, annoyance evident in his narrowed eyes. He hadn’t forgotten that it had launched itself at his face like furry missile twice. Cheeseball skidded across the concrete floor and yowled, trapped between him and Twado. Stephanie ran after them and swept the cat into her small arms. “Cheese!” she squealed, but her face fell as soon as she realized how close she was standing to the automaton. She ran back outside with Cheeseball in her arms. The dog trailed behind her, still trying to inspect the unfamiliar animal.

Hadrian narrowed his eyes at the cat as Stephanie brought him to the rest of the group. Cheeseball did the same to him. They’d left him with a neighbor before leaving for their disastrous camping trip. “What is that thing doing here?”

“Maybe he snuck into the car before we left,” Prince guessed. He gave the cat a pat on the head. Cheeseball merely tolerated it. “I’m glad he jumped out before it blew up.”

Everyone stood in a circle as the surprise wore off. They had to talk, but nobody knew where to start.

There was a pained look on Monica’s face as she glanced at the garage. “So… we’re gonna hop in a mafia-branded van and let the serial killer drive us around?”

Uncle Pete scrawled something on his whiteboard. I think we should go with him. He’s telling the truth. This forest has plenty of abandoned places to hide in. I know there’s a homestead and an old powerplant here somewhere.

“No, this is stupid! We’re the ones who got him into this mess. How do you know he won’t kill us?” Monica protested. Prince pressed a finger to his lips and pointed at Larry. The guy was right there.

Bradley reached into the van to hand Isaiah his screwdriver before joining the group outside. Pete stared at him with his lips pressed into a thin line. Bradley stared back.

“What are you looking at me like that for?”

Pete’s marker hovered over his whiteboard indecisively. What did you find in the base?

“It’s confidential. No need for you lot to worry about it.”

The Headmaster wants them dead. I think we’re long past the point where they don’t need to worry, Pete wrote back.

Bradley scratched his overlarge moustache in thought. “It’s just going to put them in more danger. Imagine if he finds out what they know.” He shook his head. “Imagine if Larry finds out.”

He’ll understand.

“Ha! You think so?”

We’ll be fine. He’s not a time bomb, Bradley.

That was highly debatable. The Detective looked over his shoulder at Larry. They heard Isaiah curse from inside the van as the automaton seated himself on the hood, rocking the entire vehicle. Bradley sighed. “If you say so.”

He turned away from the garage and rifled around underneath his trench coat until he found one of the folders he’d escaped with. The edges were rough and the cardboard had turned yellow with age. Inside was a blueprint, and while the letters and pictographs were blurry after being photocopied so many times, Pete’s eyes flooded with recognition.

I’ve seen that before.

“Uh, I think we all have. Larry’s got one of those things in his back,” Hadrian pointlessly pointed out.

I mean this blueprint. I saw it a long time ago. It’s the original schematic for those things. I never had the chance to read it. What does it say?

“Most of these notes are very vague, but back when Larry was human, that key grew roots inside him. Over here, it says it strengthens whatever host it’s implanted in, but it disrupts certain functions of the brain. Especially the… well, I won’t bore you with the fine details, but mostly parts of the frontal lobe,” Bradley explained.

I guess that explains the bizarre personality shift.

“You talk like you used to know him,” Prince remarked.

I went to school with him. And after that, Purge University. He used to be so normal. I knew it had to be the key making him act weird, but

Pete stopped writing. Even if he’d been able to get his hands on the blueprint all those years ago, he doubted that he would’ve been able to help Larry. He shook his head at himself. Nothing we can do about it now. What else does that thing say?

Bradley’s eyes returned to the file, reviewing it thoughtfully. “Like I said, the notes are ambiguous. It says, ‘key cannot give you full control,’ but it’s not clear who ‘you’ is supposed to be. I’ll have to cross-reference it with some of the other intel I took, but I hope it doesn’t mean he’s a puppet… either way, it seems that his actions might not always be his.”

Pete waved his whiteboard. You get what I’m saying right? This isn’t really him. He was good man. He’ll help us.

Prince and Monica exchanged glances. Pete was overly optimistic, they thought. Sure, they could believe Larry used to be just some guy a long time ago, but what did it matter? Pete was old, and if they knew each other as kids, that meant he’d had that key for who knows how long. Years and years of criminal insanity. They could only guess how many horrors he’d perpetrated between then and now.

Bradley looked around at everyone else. “You don’t trust Larry, do you? Is that what all this is about?” he figured.

“Why would we?” Prince muttered.

“He’s a loose cannon,” Bradley acknowledged with a small nod, “but Pete’s right. About him helping us, I mean. Larry is no fool.” He closed the folder and returned it to his coat. “The Headmaster wants him gone, too, and even he can’t survive that alone. Certainly not during a purge. We’re the closest things to allies he’s got.”

Their Uncle looked at the words on his own whiteboard. His shoulders slumped. He wiped the words away with his forearm and wrote something else. I don’t know what Larry’s gonna do when this is all over, but Bradley’s radio can’t reach anyone. We’re stuck out here. Larry is the best chance we have.

The eldest siblings looked at each other again. This talk wasn’t over for them, but they supposed there were more urgent problems to worry about, and the car alarm had stopped shrieking. The van lurched again when Larry stood up, eliciting another expletive from Isaiah as his head struck the roof. He was scowling as he stuck his head through the window.

“We’ve barely got half a gallon of fuel left in this thing. We won’t make it,” he called out.

Prince knocked a row of jerrycans over with his foot. All empty.

Larry thought for a moment. He pried one of the tool cabinets open and grabbed some supplies. “Unlock the back. We might be able to salvage some gas at the old power plant.” He tossed the equipment inside. The padded benches at the edges hinted that it had been a police raid van before the mob had “repossessed” it. Larry walked to the front and shoved Isaiah over into the shotgun seat before cramming himself behind the wheel. He had to sit hunched over awkwardly, and even then, his head was still pressed against the roof.

Bradley and Pete climbed into the back. Everyone else followed them reluctantly. Twado wedged himself securely in between the front seats. He knew what kind of driver Larry was.

The top of the van scraped against the partially open garage door as he backed out. He brought the car around the front of the base, steering it along the path Prince and his family had come from. They reached the road and passed the fallen tree and the misshapen husk that used to be their car. Larry slowed the van down and eyed the remains. “What did you say happened to that thing?”

“It exploded. I think the tree crushed the engine,” Prince told him.

Bradley craned his neck to look at the wreckage. “Engines don’t explode. Someone planted a bomb in there.”

Prince didn’t reply. It felt like his life was getting worse every time he said something. Some criminal mastermind really, really wanted them dead.

They drove around the wreck. Charred scraps of metal crunched under the wheels. Larry sped up and rammed through the fake construction barricades. The impact would have sent Stephanie airborne, but Monica caught her and fastened the seatbelt for her.

“Who decided this guy was going to drive?” Prince complained.

Larry glared at him in the rear-view mirror. “Oh, are you the one who knows where the power plant is?” he sneered.

Isaiah sighed and switched the radio on. He tried tuning the frequency to a local news station. There was only static. He tried a different one. Nothing… but one of the music stations seemed to work. “No local radio. Your signal isn’t jammed, Bradley. I reckon whoever’s in charge of the purge this year knocked the power grid offline early,” he guessed. He put his feet on the dashboard and left the music on. It was better than listening to these nutcases bickering.

Larry grumbled. “Get your shoes off my dash, kid,”

“It stopped being yours a year ago, old man.”

“Tsk.”

Isaiah tapped his foot on the front window. “Who do you think the purge leader is this time?”

Larry shrugged. “Certainly not Miss Gearwise anymore… did you know she was supposed to kill me a year ago?” he laughed. “The Headmaster is going to be pissed when she tells him I’m still-"

A brief violin solo came through the speakers. Larry’s glowing eyes dilated. The van swerved dangerously, throwing everyone on the benches out of their seats. The automaton pulled his fist back and punched the radio hard, silencing the music and accidentally launching a shard of plastic at Isaiah’s eye. He slammed on the brakes at the same time. The tires screeched. Everyone ended up in a pile at the back of the vehicle.

“What the hell was that?” Prince yelled as everybody disentangled themselves from each other. Hadrian grimaced as he pried Cheeseball’s claws off his leg.

Larry didn’t respond immediately. He opened the door and staggered outside instead, smoke billowing from his vents. Isaiah had managed to end up folded almost in half underneath the dash, but he squeezed free with some effort and got out of the van as well. “Larry? You good?” he whispered, reaching out to steady him. Larry pushed him away.

“I’ll be fine… you drive this fucking thing. I have a migraine now,” he groaned.

He limped over to the other side of the van. Isiah took the driver’s seat. “Take the next right. I’ll tell you when you need to drive off the road,” Larry said. He put his head against the front window and shut his eyes.

Isaiah glanced at him. He didn’t know what Miss Gearwise had done before she’d decided to cut out his heart, and while there were clearly lingering effects, Isaiah wasn’t stupid enough to ask about what happened to him back in that base. Nobody else was, either. The ride was as eerily noiseless as the rest of the woods.

Chapter II – Last Stop

The power plant looked even more ancient than the base did. Prince could hardly see it at all through the vegetation ensconcing everything. The decay on the walls was hidden by thick blankets of moss. He could see through the broken windows that the insides hadn’t escaped nature, either; the walls were discolored by mildew and weeds had slowly inched their way across the grout between the floor tiles. Even the tips of the turbines were concealed by creeping vines. It would have been beautiful in an otherworldly kind of way if not for how grey all the foliage looked in the dawn’s pale light.

“You think there’s anything left to salvage here?” Prince said to nobody in particular as everyone climbed out of the van. There were a few somewhat car-shaped lumps of moss and flora in the area, but in a place this old, chances were someone else had already siphoned any gas left in them a long time ago.

Larry led them to one of the buildings, though nobody else could tell what it used to be. He pulled some ivy away from the entrance. The rusty hinges produced a grinding noise as he pushed the door open and ducked under the frame.

The inside was a labyrinth of scaffolding and handwheels and corroded pipes, some small and some more than large enough for a person to fit inside. With the windows blotted out by greenery, the only sources of light were the holes in the roof. Patches and ferns and grew on the floor wherever the light touched. The sound of dripping rainwater echoed through the boiler house.

Larry heaved a metal hatch on the floor away from the opening it guarded. “There were a few supply stores hidden here. I’m sure at least one of them still exists. The rest of you can wait up here,” he said as he descended the ladder.

The basement was completely lightless, but Larry stepped over the smashed machinery as if he could see just fine. He heard someone trip on a discarded toolbox and turned towards the sound, golden eyes glowing in the dark. Larry squinted in irritation at the sudden flood of illumination as Bradley decided to switch his flashlight on.

“It’s just a power plant, Detective. What are you expecting to find?” Larry snorted.

Bradley brushed the dust and debris off his trousers as he got to his feet. “This used to be one of the mafia’s fronts, no? You wouldn’t have caches here otherwise.”

“Psh. It was, 50 years ago. You’re just wasting your time at this point.”

The Detective shone his light around the maintenance room and did a quick once-over of the trash pile at his feet. He pocketed a bullet casing and a fragment of someone’s identification card. Larry felt an unpleasant combination of contempt that Bradley would waste so much effort on what must have been a cold case and respect that he could spot anything useful amongst all that junk.

“If you insist on being here, some of the supplies are behind this thing. Why don’t you get over here and help me move it?” Larry said, motioning to the tall steel crate at the end of the room. Bradley stood next to him. They slowly pushed it out of the way, revealing a cavity in the wall. Amongst the resources, they saw the fuel they needed, but Larry’s eyes narrowed. There were smudged footprints just inside. Fresh ones. The mud was still a little wet.

Bradley’s flashlight beam swept around towards the other end of the room and fell upon the figure above them, reclining atop one of the boilers. Like so many of his associates, the mafioso’s face was obscured by a mask, but they knew only one mobster with unnaturally enlarged muscles and orange-dyed hair.

“Hi, boss,” the Wadren waved. Bradley reached for the gun under his coat before remembering that he’d run out of ammunition months ago. “Relax, Detective! I’m not gonna hurt you,” the Warden laughed.

“Markus? How the hell did you get out of the base so quick?” Larry questioned. Mary had locked down all the exits except for the one they’d just destroyed. Anyone else who wanted to leave would’ve had to take the stairs all the way to the surface.

Markus smiled wryly beneath his mask. “You know how long I had to work at that shitty hideout? I remember override codes that even she didn’t know.”

“What happened after we left?” Bradley demanded, eyeing him suspiciously.

“After Larry woke up? Some people thought he’d take the base back”—the Warden gestured at the automaton—“and some people didn’t like that. I told them to calm the fuck down. Sure, Mary was a bitch, but there was no point, you know? I told them you’d never stick around after everything that… happened to you,” he said to Larry. “But you guys saw the fight.” He took a swig from the can he’d swiped from the cache. “No idea what their fuckin’ problem was.”

Larry chuckled at first, but… “Markus, you just abandoned your post right before the next purge.” Surely the Warden didn’t think he’d make it alone.

Markus sat up. “I was hoping I might ride it out with you,” he told them, looking both men up and down, “but you’re walking targets, now that you mention it. All of you. I’ll figure something else out.” He drained the last of his beer. “But hey, since we ran into each other, I think still owe you a concussion, Detective. How about a rematch?” he suggested, crushing his empty can between two fingers and tossing it aside.

Bradley gripped his umbrella a little tighter, but Markus laughed again. “I’m joking, I’m joking,” the Warden said. “It was you or me back there. I get it.”

Larry picked up a couple of jerrycans from the stash. If Markus had made it out of the base, others had probably followed the trail of functional elevators he’d left behind, and chances were that not all of them would be so friendly. “We need to leave before anyone else shows up. Are you going to help me carry these back up or not?” he asked Bradley.

Bradley picked up another can and passed it up to him as he stood at the top of the ladder. Markus waved goodbye. “See you guys later, maybe,” he said before Larry dragged the hatch cover back into place.

“Was someone else down there? We heard a lot of talking,” Prince inquired as he picked up one of the fuel cans.

“It was Markus. Don’t worry about him. He’s an alright guy,” Larry claimed.

Prince side-eyed him. “The Warden? He tried to dissolve us in your acid pit.”

“It’s not an acid pit. The substances I used were very alkaline,” he replied, because that was more important than Markus trying to kill them.

The troupe trickled back out of the building. As Larry started to refill the gas tank, Isaiah cast a sour look at the boiler house. “So, Markus made it out, huh? Thought I heard his stupid fucking voice.”

“Come on, Isaiah. I’ve had worse lieutenants,” Larry grinned.

“He was such a dickhead after you left. I get it,” he snapped when Larry opened his mouth to speak. “He didn’t like Miss Gearwise. None of your guys did after she took over. He didn’t have to make it everybody else’s problem.” Markus would toil all day if it meant nothing got done. Isaiah had been screwed over by his antics plenty of times, and he wasn’t the only one by a long shot. The only reason he was never demoted was that Mary couldn’t be bothered to find a replacement.

Larry shrugged. The mob was filled with all sorts of psychos like himself, sure, but Markus wasn’t one of them, despite his… abrasiveness. There were just as many regular people who were surviving in the only way they could. “He’s not a bad guy. An asshole, maybe. But not bad,” he said as he removed the spout of the spent can from the fuel tank’s opening and inserted a second one.

Near the boiler house, Prince and Monica were watching Cheeseball bat at Twado’s nose. As the pets cavorted and rolled around in the tall grass, Prince found that he felt jealous of them, in a way. They must have had no idea what was happening. He laughed at himself inwardly. Envious of pets.

In the silence, Prince’s own mind absorbed him. He thought of Hadrian as he saw him wading through the tall grass and talking to the animals as if they could understand him. Prince knew he shouldn’t be as surprised as he was by how normal he was acting. Plenty of people wrote his younger brother off as an airhead, too dense to realize when the world was burning down around him, but Prince knew he simply lived for today. Hadrian had once asked him why people bothered worrying about things they could never change. He had no answer.

Whatever happened to Hadrian would happen.

Prince thought of Stephanie, as he had so many times. She was only six. His little sister scarcely said a word since they’d been trapped in the base, and now that they were out, she was still the same way. How much did she understand what was going on? He had lost count of how many deaths she had witnessed. What would she become when she grew up? If she grew up?

As if on cue, Stephanie wandered over to them, dragging her teddy bear behind her. She reached up and tugged on Prince’s jacket. He crouched down. “You doing ok, Steph?”

“Are we going to die?”

Prince couldn’t do anything but stare at her for a second, but then he pulled Stephanie into a hug. He couldn’t look at her wide, hollow eyes right now.

“Are we?” she asked again flatly.

 “Larry is going to take us somewhere safe. He’s not as scary as he looks,” Prince lied. He turned his eyes towards the automaton to see that he had already been looking at him. Dried blood stained the front of his suit. He returned Prince’s stare unblinkingly. “We’ll all be fine. I promise.” The words tasted like ash. Larry was out of earshot, but he had seen the boy’s expression on a hundred different corpses. Prince saw the corners of his serrated mouth upturn into a thin smile.

Larry pulled the last jerrycan’s spout out of the fuel tank’s port and threw it aside. “Everyone back in the van! We’re done here,” he called out.

Prince felt like he was stepping into a hearse.

[mychlapci]

Im back again with more Rescue bots <3 i dub myself the chase / or Rescue bots anon because i will be sending more of this, or maybe some Pax <3

Heatwave eager to fuck chase the moment blades says he’s allowed to continue ‘facing with them. While on a mission to restore the generator or smthin Chase ends up getting pinned down and Heatwave doesnt hesitate to get the police bot to open his panels, Groping at doorwings and his panels <3

Boulder and Blades too busy to join in because theyre actually doing their jobs until the tell-tale flare of their speedster’s EM field disturbs them both, both of them spinning on their heels to look around- Chief noticing this and automatically being suspicious of where two of the bots are.

Chase on his front, heatwave propping and pounding into his still extremely sensitive valve, running hot the moment Heatwave carefully pulled him away from the team, his doorwings trembling as rough hands stroke over the steams and kibble. Chase digging his fingers into the dirt, trying not to scream, knowing that Boulder, Blades and definitely Chief would be annoyed, he knows that fucking in the middle of a mission is dangerous, they could be seen- be caught. And it just makes the poor policebot beg for more, the thought that they could be caught..Not following the one rule Chief set up for them that was: No sexual behaviour / and or sessions during missions. It just makes his valve clench down on the intruding spike. Heatwave knows this, and only pounds into his pretty bot harder, calling him beautiful, saying that he deserves this after carrying such perfect bitties for the three of them, But he wants some alone time with Chase, and even if he has to pound into the smaller bot’s valve until his valvelips are bruised and his node painfully swollen.

After awhile the two of them meet back with the team, Chase trying his best to hide a limp, his hud keeps on pinging, wanting to open his array so he cant get transfluid from the other two and ease the throbbing of his anterior node. He’d been taking all three of their loads for the last couple months and it’s a habit his frame doesnt intend to break anytime soon.

Does he get pregnant again? probably. Heatwave’s a smug bastard about it. Maybe he does the same to blades and now the team has two cranky carriers with over-protective coding and dealing with Boulder and Heatwave being even worse.

hell yeah, something about Chase, who is such a stickler for rules, getting off of breaking them really just does it for me. Of course he wants to follow the rules, especially if they're coming from chief Burns, but… when Heatwave smirks at him like that, like he's actually in a good mood for once, all his resolve breaks. He can always claim that he's still a little out of it after his carrying cycle, though he's worn that excuse out a little bit. It's not entirely untrue, though, after carrying the bitlets he has been a little distracted by his breeding drive urging him to do it again. Maybe that's why he really can't resist Heatwave. 

Chase with his face in the dirt and his hips in the air, trying to stay quiet as Heatwave pounds into him, tickling his fluttering door wings, slithering his hands over Chase's waist and reaching down to rub his spike… Heatwave is so rough with him, clearly rushing, constantly turning his head to make sure no one's walking towards them, he's hitting every single internal node so hard Chase is pretty sure he's going blind from his vision whiteing out constantly… They manage to overload and put themselves together before anyone finds them, but Chase is now having trouble keeping his panels closed. He's also convinced the transfluid is about to leak out soon and everyone will see...

Okay but… Heatwave knocking all of the rescue bots up. It's like a direct fuck you to the humans telling them to stop, for the love of god, reproducing constantly. Well, it's a fuck you only for a while, but he quickly realizes he might have not been thinking too rationally, as it turns out that he now not only has to do everyone's job, but he has three very horny carriers demanding transfluid. And his transfluid tank suddenly feels far too small to deal with this.

[itsmelloww]

House 🖤 in Dai Dark

I always had this HC that House loved Chidaruma , just based off little things here and there and my overthinking, then the highlight of last month for me was translating the Dorohedoro directory and seeing this in House's 'pie chart of the heart':

'I love Chidaruma' - HOW fucking CUTE ; I seriously cant ///////

Can't believe I was also right about that (its not like i had any actual reason to believe that anyways tbh...)

That being said, got me thinking a lot about Dai Dark and Damemaru Cause House was sorta important to the magic world, and yet we find House with Damemaru - so there are two possibilities:

Either the Magic World is no more so House found and settled with Damemaru

Or, House didnt want to 'abandon' Chidaruma, aka Damemaru, so he abandoned the Devils/Magic world instead and followed Damemaru (my fav option cause its cute<3)

We technically don't know for how long Damemaru has had his 'spaceship' anyways, so that's why I think both could go.

Either way we know that Chidaruma views House as 'his house', and I don't think Hayashida randomly had Chidaruma turn serious against Holey in that one moment - He didnt give a shit i mean until Holey started wrecking House, so there is a sense of property or form of bond there.

And then we know that as per canon House loves Chidaruma, so there you go.

(the devils are so funny to me in this panel i cant)

Whatever the case may be, I am very excited for the next chapters - Damemaru also saw House as an 'operating' system so have no clue what that meant? And how could he tell that it was 'running'? (telepathy again?)

I just figured that a science-y guy like Damemaru would surely be able to tell the difference between operating system and whatever the hell House is.

I guess this could give another alternative possibility where this house, aka the spaceship is not actually Black House, but something built by Damemaru that resembles Black House, and sort of Hayashida hinting at his memory as Chidaruma?

Frankly I don't think that's the case though - it sounds far fetched, and either way, there's also this panel from chapter 50 :

Like this is definitely acknowledging House's insane transformative abilities so I genuinely doubt what we see in Dai Dark is Damemaru's creation.

Anyways yeah!!

This was supposed to be a quick post to shoutout House being cute but I guess I can't stop talking (i near cried at work today so need to blow off steam ok)

I hope we get some views and insight on the 'spaceship' in chapter 52 acckkk I really need more.

I hope Hayashida doesnt follow the usual process I've seen in other series where we move onto the 'next arc' and revisit the topic 50 chapters later or ill die

[aanylah-c0m]

ZDINARSK HEADCANONS FULL PACK

FULL PACK OF ZDINARSK HEADCANONS AND CANONS

Enjoy Angels! 🕊🤍

HUMAN FORM HEADCANON

I don't have much to say about this but when Quaritch is watching the video of himself or his little memory card you can see a woman getting In of a link unit, here's the conversation, I got this off a website where I watch the movie so I will depict everything from what the subtitles say

Human Quaritch; "You're a recom now, Colonel..."

Human Quaritch; "Loaded with my memories and my charm"

Human Quaritch; "What you won't remember is my death...because It hasn't happened yet, and it aint gonna"

Lyle; "Damn right" 

Possibly Zdinarsk; "Hell yeah"

NOW I THINK this HAS to be Zdinarsk, why? Here's the second conversation, this is when Tysireya calls an ilu that's swimming by and swims away on it, and then the POV goes back up to Quaritch, Zdinarsk, Mansk, Kiri, & ofc Tuk.

Quaritch; "We can still get this done"

Zdinarsk; "Hell yeah" 

LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND TELL ME THATS NOT ZDINARSK oh right! YA CANT

GUM CHEWING / EMOTIONAL EATING & EMOTIONAL EATER

So a while ago I saw something where there was a headcanon about how Zdinarsk chews gum as a way to calm herself down? And how she's an emotional eater, I actually love this one and credits to @roxynmae & @fictionsonmymind for this since they're like 10000% responsible for it. 

HEADCANON LINK <333

Here's an Idea! How about with her being an emotional eater she eats what she feels y'know? Maybe a sad food for her could be like something soft or simple to eat. Like soup or oatmeal, something like that! 

I looked this up afterward and look-

Maybe a food for when she's angry could be maybe a hot food, not steaming but not warm either. 

Maybe she chews her gum hard sometimes when she can't get to crunchy or tough foods,

Z being an emotional eater suits her, and her liking sweet things is cool too. She most likely chews her gum so that way she has a way to calm herself and maybe something to keep her busy. 

Also, her having anxiety could be a possibility, maybe she gets jittery so chewing gum maybe overwhelms the feeling that she has to move around.

ADHD maybe???

I can relate because when taking my state test or whatever It's called I couldn't stay still when sitting down for nearly 4-5 hours. Sure most wouldn't like that but trust me the person behind me was probably so p!ssed with me moving every 5 seconds lmao. 

Later on I did fall asleep and woke back up when testing was over,

ZDINARSKS FIRST NAME / NICKNAME

Once again this was inspired by a post I saw with headcanons/canons of the recom's names

I sadly lost the @ for this headcanon but If I find them I will update this and put their user! 

CREDIT LINK BASE - INCOMPLETE 

 like her first name! It's cute and her name has a meaning in Arabic! 

COPY AND PASTED! 

Origin: Arabic. Meaning:Date palm; date. Tamara is a feminine Arabic name meaning "date palm" or "date." Derived from the Biblical name Tamar meaning "date" or "palm tree," this sweet moniker is symbolic of the beauty and fruitfulness associated with this tree.

She is definitely fruity alright lol, for nicknames she already has 2. 

Z-dog and just Z 

Z-dog is clearly heard when Lyle is telling reassuring him his squad by their names, 

Z is heard near the end of the movie, 

Lyle tells Z to go to another part of the ship.

She looks so pretty In this scene to omfg 

TATTOOS

This one is confirmed completely so this is canon!

Zdinarsk has many colorful tattoos on her arms, neck, and chest. They include:

A chimera on her neck.

An eagle on her back with the Latin motto "AUT VINCERE AUT MORI" which means "conquer or die". It also has the number 33 which is known as an "angel number" that calls for people to cleanse their life and mind of negativity.

Her right arm has a skeleton reaper on the bottom and an angel on the top.

Her left arm has a snake wrapped around a skull with "DEATHLESS" on it. The bottom portion is the most difficult to interpret as it looks very Hindu in nature with many strange symbols.

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CONCEPT DESIGN

On the ATWOW fandom website on Zdinarsks page there is an art gallery of her character design

There is also another concept design, I believe It was called the art of avatar book. 

Ok so from the OG design of Zdinarsk, her tattoos didn't change, but something very noticeable is that

She has cargo military pants but In her approved design she has shorts instead. She acuatually changed pants 3 times in the movie, when she is first seen you can see her in the mirror when Quaritch first wakes up she has on the same pants as everyone else, it has Project Phoneix on the side but shortened to Phnx I think.

Also with this design she has a hat, sunglasses, I LOVE how her sunglasses sit on top of her hat it's so cute.

In the second concept design photo her shirt is shorter than the first concept photo and her official design,

she has on gloves as well, And for some who didn't know Walker has gloves attached to her pants as equipment, cute detail right?

In the trivia section of her page, It says that James Cameron asked for her to look like this! 

So there it is! Zdinarks hair is a mohawk!! I never minded her hair but something to know Is that the Na'vi DO NOT have those fades you have when getting a buzz cute or etc, but Quaritch does? 

ANGER ISSUES

So It was silently agreed that Zdinarsk had anger issues, but when she is angry she will never take it out on people purposely. I'd like to imagine that when Quaritch started swinging after he woke up Z was worried about him. The conversation:

Lab lady; "Get security!"

Zdinarsk; "Grab him!" 

IN THIS PART THERE IS SO MUCH RUKUS IM NOT CONFIRMING THIS FAR DOWN!

Zdinarsk; "Put him down!" OR "Hold him down!"

Zdinarsk; "Colonel! Calm down!"

She sounded so worried and scared when he started swinging, and how when Quaritch said he was alright she was the second to let him and before losing contact completely. 

A mini side-note is when Quaritch goes to punch his ikran, when he fell Spider, Lyle, Alexzander (or brown), & Zdinarsk were the first to run to the edge of the cliff

"Thats becuase everyone was farther back"

I DONT GIVE AF IT EVEN SAYS IN HER PROFILE THAT SHE WAS A LOYAL SOLIDER WHO STUCK BESIDE HIM SHE CARESSS

SEXUALITY & GENDER

Everyone knows Z HAS to be gay, I mean LOOK AT HER 

Definitely Lesbain, I would say Masc but I don't see that part in her honestly. 

Maybe Alpha lesbain? heres the meaning -->

COPY & PASTED FROM WEBSITE 

Top of the lesbian food chain and don't they know it! With their razor-sharp jawlines, and buckets of s$x appeal, alphas manage to turn heads wherever they go.

Of course, this is just ‼️another massive stereotype‼️. And while it might seem that alphas have been blessed with a gift from the gods, truth is, anybody can be an alpha.

The secret to being an alpha is confidence. There is nothing more attractive than someone who's comfortable in their own skin and knows what they want.

WEBSITE- FR CHECK THIS SITE OUT ITS COOL 

IKRAN DESIGN & COLOR 

I found images of Z's Ikran ITS RAINBOW!!!

I LOVE this detail! You can't tell me she's straight now

RELATIONSHIPS & DATING

This has 2 sections so enjoy yourself 

TOXIC RELATIONSHIP 

If Z was ever In this situation I feel like depending on who the person was or how she felt about them she would either be p!ssed off and be like "Whatever btch" and just push that person away. Or she would maybe be sad about how the person becomes different and she gets sad. 

THINGS NOT WORKING OUT 

Zdinarsk would completely understand, she would maybe still ask If you two could be friends though or check up on the person. BUT If you are being difficult she won't care.

For example, If you are going through something and refuse to let her help you (and let others help you) she would get mad and try her best to help you but If you are pushing her away continuously she might just break up with you or grow distant. 

You better PRAY to ewya btch that she doesn't start talking to somebody else cuz If she does you can kiss her goodbye. If she even lets you lmao 

(Hope this isn't to toxic...)

Thats kinda it lol

Last thing I wanna say about Zdinarsk is her body shape and the way she looks, she is so beautiful and pretty. Like look at her body view

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I want to touch her thighs respectfully

Thank you for reading! And credit and sm love to the people I took Inspo from <333

This was so fun to make and I'm not even done talking about her

Friends; @dyingofcookies @multiversebaddie

[fairycosmos]

sorry for the #UKthings rant but ive gone private for mental health stuff but are trying to get my foot in the door with public stuff because i cant afford mental health over stuff like, having food to eat, but ohhhh my god. nhs please. next week will be week five of an eight week deal (maybe some kind of assessment? i'm not sure what the exact point is) where i have a meeting with a mental health nurse and there is nothing more demoralizing on my journey to more stable mental health than hearing from her that all it seems i do is push people away and reject help. i'm sorry that saying that i dont think downloading an app is going to help me!! especially since i've already got one that i have been using. lol. i've tried to determine what it is she can actually do to help me because i feel like this whole thing is wasting both of our times but all i really get is "well i'm a mental health nurse not a psychiatrist so i can't help with that" OKAY !!!!! what CAN you do!!!! god. god . chloe do you know what a mental health nurse's role is? do any of your followers know??? how am i meant to work with her best rn i really dont know...

omg no honestly i could go on about this FOREVER!!!! but for ur sanity i won't. i'm so so sorry they're messing you around like this when it comes to something as serious as your health - i've had very similiar experiences and honestly at this point i see our healthcare system as nothing but a cardboard charade rather than a system that seeks to provide genuine support to people but that's a whole other thing. i'm on like a million waiting lists for various different things and i think if i do end up getting through to someone it is very much going to mirror your experience i.e dull platitudes and empty promises. they expect you to download a mediation app and get over severe mental illness and the fact that you're struggling with that is truly reflective of them and the state of the country - not you or your ability to heal/get over things/whatever other bullshit expectation they force onto us. i haven't worked with a mental health nurse since i was like 17 for this exact reason like they do not offer the consistent, in-depth and intensive help a lot of us need and their answer to everything is to try yoga or drink more water and it's like, how are you even SUPPOSED to work with that?? one thing i will say is that venting to these people and just letting that be their position in your life - to let you get off some steam - is somewhat helpful but obviously doesn't confront the underlying issues. through this she may come to understand that you showing up to these frustrating sessions and talking IS you trying, is proof of you not "rejecting help." it's wild she would even imply that honestly. i genuinely hope you find a treatment plan that actually does delve into why you feel this way and what you can proactively do about it - which you do deserve, but i know it's not super realistic to think that the nhs in its current state is going to provide you with. it sucks and it feels so fucking hopeless, i've never even entertained the idea of getting serious help for yrs because of this and i totally get it. if you need a friend or someone to talk to about this, please don't hesitate to send me a message fr. i feel like we're in super similar positions rn and it truly is its own type of hell. x

[everything-is-out-to-get-me]

playing artificer is rlly fun now that im used to it!!!! its very unforgiving gourmand isnt so bad after all also apparently steam added a screen recording feature which is nice so liveblogging will probably be more fun

mostly artificer experience below

SO YEAH I REACHED uhh water way facility thing i forgot what it was called AND LATER LEARNED OH WOW THIS IS JUST SHORELINE BUT IN THE PAST i somewhat have an idea of the timeline of events in this game but its so cool seeing what the twomoon area used to look like

also eating is surprisingly easy as artificer, just get a spear and kill a bunch of squidcadas and ur good to go even the scavengers you can just keep exploding til you stun them and Eat their Cor p s es

theres still a lot of vultures though like oh mysgjeoidsj ITS LIKE THERES NO NORMAL VULTURES ANYMORE I SWEAR THEYRE ALL JUST KING VULTURES NOW and i am hoping that miros vulture is shaded citadel exclusive i think ill cry if i see it anywhere else also omg dream sequence.....

also noticed that you can still explode in this dream. makes me wonder like, why can bro explode. is that just . a thing all slugcats can do. like was there no radioactive science experiment gone wrong could artificer just do that since forever WATER FACILITY IS HELL THOUGH. ARTIFICER LITERALLY CANNOT SWIM AND DIES AFTER TAKING A SIP OF WATER . AND FOR SOME REASON THE SCAVENGERES HAVE DECIDED "YEAH THIS IS OUR HOME NOW" WHERE DID THEY EVEN COMEFROM and WHHYY???? ARE THEY HERE?? ALSO THAT BLUE LIZARD CAME OUT OF NOWHERE

i managed to somehow get a shelter righttt before the rain killed me and drowned and im close to this area now

apparently it should lead to five pebbles??? i can tell its 5p cause it doesnt have the circle on the forehead like two moon. i explored it a bit though but i think there's only dead ends in there also wow theres a lot of vultures here

istg this place has to be important though. like the blue glowing letters remind me of the rot like pebelbelbes.... where...are.you....

ITS STILL SO CHAOTIC IN WATER FACILITY THOUGH LIKE IT FEELS LIKE I CANT EXPLORE ANYWEHRULAEUR9WEU9R34RQUJIWE swimming KILLS YOU and thres VULTURES and SCAVENGERS ARE HERE TOO SOMEHOW and god forbid if i find a karmagate im gonna have TO FIND A SCAVENGER TO KIELAIERJSALDIJF

oh and gourmand is just in pipeyard now i guess

silly guy........... might actually get to five pebbles at this rate........... although i dont know what pipeyards is ive never been there so hoping its an easy region

[zapsoda]

Hey.

What is Postal? I find myself increasingly attracted to the Postal Dude and I would like to know.

Uh.

Everything I suppose.

hell yeah!! based! so postal is a video game franchise (and also movie). the games are typically first person or isometric shooters (although in some of the games you are presented with the option not to kill anyone).

the games typically revolve around this fuckin ginger (some version of him anyways) and his deal is that he just keeps wnding up in situations where everyone is trying to kill him.

if ur interested in getting into specific games ; postal 2 is the classic, its a banger, everyone likes that one. lil bit cringe and edgy and dated but its a lotta fun. the deal w this game is that you can kinda do whatever the fuck you want (main appeal). like it has tasks that you needa complete to progress the game. but you can do those at whatever pace or order you want and in the meantime just fuck around exploring the map. you can pick up cats in the game :33. you smoke crack to restore health. theres a piss button and a suicide button. lotta bangin dlc

the first game (postal 1), the april fools game (poostall royale), and the third game (postal 3) are all free 2 play. the first two are on steam theyre cute lil isometric shooters. the first one has a lot of appeal with the story going on. between each level theres these little bits of text like journal entries from the dude. i did not read these the first time i played it and thus i thought it was boring. (eheh). poostall royale has a girl version of the dude (huge win for bisexuals everywhere).

postal 3 is generally considered the worst game ever made by redditors and the creators themselves, so you can only play it if you pirate it (which is endorsed by the creators lol). i cant say much about this one my only experience with the game is a russian speedrun of it.

more recent games are postal 4: no regerts, and postal: brain damaged. i have heard mixed reviews of the former, but there is a drag outfit and you can pet animals so those are pretty enticing imo

the latter is GREAT. fucking gorgeous trippy silly game. the dialogue is unbelievably cringe. love this one. 10/10. been trying to 100% it. slowly.

the movie is on tubi its. unrecommendable. but. i have a soft spot for it, it was kinda funny sometimes to me... i hate what it did to zack wards place in my brain. its like. edgy 2003 type shit. Based 9/11 humor. take this as you will (maybe give it a try?)

on tumblr you may find many people referring to a version of the dude who is ripped and dressed in a blue and white striped tank top. this is shtopor he is from some russian version of postal 2 made by a different company. its called postal: corkscrew rules by many, but thats not the most accurate translation afaik. it never got an american release, however it did get a japanese release which was dubbed in english. game itself is utter shit from what i can tell but i have heard good things about the music (banger russian indie metal). i dont think i can mention this game without mentioning that the plot revolves around sexual reassignment surgery shenanigans. idk how to elaborate on this one its a lot. lmfao.

anyways. i focused mostly on the franchise itself rather than Him, i can elaborate on him more if u want. hope this was helpful nonetheless :-)))

[strawberryseeded]

veryveeeeeeeery personal vent :P

2day a had a HUGE breakdown ….ha.ha… of course it was abt my job. n my health.

i got out of work (after one of the WORST days in a long time) TEAR EYED n sniffling like stupid. started walking 2 get off sum steam .or something. walked (sobbing) til reaching the more commercial street n was like i deserve smt nice !! so i bought some air-dry clay. sobbed inside the store also (trying rly hard to actually keep my cool. it just was impossible). but got the clay. yay. got out n sobbed some more while walking. saw sum cute tees on a store window. thought i deserve this too !!!! is the money worth it if i feel like this????? no way in hell!!!!!!!!!!! but im Trying to make it worth it!!!!! rly cute tees btw, i ended up buying both of them 👍they were soooo cheap<3 *sobbing again as i write this! * *

pics of the tees :)

i actually couldnt find a pic of the chocolate one but its similar to the one i put here. just cooler(?)

anyways

when i got home 4 the 1st time i vented 2 my friends abt part of it, how tired and worried i was n they immediatly were like brother this is clearly somatization at play..,n i was likee hehe yeah maybe :P *keeps crying *

my mom got home sum hrs later, i broke down in front of her as wellll.......i was like mom this isnt normal this yr i got sick SIX TIMES since i started working, one time after another. i hv NEVER gotten sick so many times before tell me im not crazy n you are thinking the same as i am. she was like what do you mean. i answered MY JOB my job its getting me sick. she said you dont know that. maybe they arent related you werent sick last year and you had the same job. and what are you gonna do if not this, anyways? have you thought about it? i said No (crying) bc i HAD thought abt it, several times since last yr, but absolutely NOTHING has come to mind since then. which is the important part & what she was asking anyways.

i told her im not asking you to fully support me until i find another job. i just need you to agree with me that this isnt NORMAL.

her: you need to go to the clinic. get some studies done. go to therapy. then we'll talk. you can't quit your job, what are you gonna do in the meantime?

me: i dont Know!!! that's whats freaking me OUT!!! * SOBS AND SOBS*

her: well then TAKE THE NECESSARY STEPS to know what are you gonna do!

me: i get it but i can't stand to keep getting sick anymore!!

in the end we both went to the farmacy n she bought me a shitton of vitamins and cough syrup etc etc.

sighs.

idk

im so lost. i was so set on "enduring and search for smt else in the meanwhile".. it seemed like the perfect plan!!! but apparently the enduring part was... way harder than what i expected? (as u can see the search. did not bear fruits) which makes me feel really really pathetic ;_;

in general my job makes me feel rly pathetic and vulnerable and like im not cut for it!!! (and keep in mind i went to SCHOOL for it. it was my choosen career!!!) that's why everytime i talk abt it here im so vague abt it n just say i hate it or that it tires me out a lot, or that im gonna kms one of these days(lol) . irl its kinda the same i just try to sound more positive and like im a normal, functional member of society even tho i dont feel like that At all. bc if I dont its just SAD.

where was i going w this....

god. idk. i just. i fantasize everyday abt quitting. everyday. but i just cant. i feel so alone and useless, both when im working and also off the clock bc i just cant help but drag with me everything i think & feel abt the "worker me" everywhere i go.

wouldnt want anyone i love to ever feel this way.

anyways. u hv NO IDEA how much my eyes sting rn, they hv all day. idk if its bc i cried so much.. also im still sick so im rly rly tired..:( so im just gonna stop now.

i still have hope and dreams, despite it all! i just hv 2 yet find the way to turn them into reality.

[wygy10]

a lot of rambling about how i was hacked

so, like the title says, i say quite a bit of things i think.

god damn... past few days been exhausting

laptops been hacked, i hope i got everything off onto the new emails which i made on a whim once i noticed on my phone

reinstalled windows which was interesting lol

in theory the virus hacker shit is done dealt with i hope

last night was the first night in like 2 nights where i got actual good sleep

first night was the worst.. my anxiety was at its peek, my heart was racing like hell. i was scared like hell. tried to go to sleep at like 8am, couldnt so stayed up till like 10 or 12.. at which point i was so tired i went to bed.

night 2 i was also pretty nervous but not as badly thank FUCk. had my phone on me so i could look at my emails that were on it, an not the laptop part from one. an i chatted with my brother-n-law about one piece. i think that definitely helped, even if it was like.. 6 or 8 am

last night i finally reinstalled windows on my laptop an downloaded a few things (like steam an the mc launcher) and eventually went to bed at like quarter to 11am..

best sleep yet!

and wanna know the first sign i saw?

a fucking refund on enter the gungeon.

^translated

when i noticed it, immediately sent out the support thingy. sadly i cant get steam guard cause my phone is utterly doo doo, but whatever lol.

and god bless you april, thank you!

which i find kinda funny cause now i have the added to steam library thing twice lmao

now, sadly i think my epic account is lost because the email an username has been changed on that. an i noticed that the vbucks was like 1800 went down to like 500. which is a fucking shame cause i had that account since chapter 1 season 7, but whatever i guess :/

[horrorvampirebatbite]

stupid fucking cringe steam punk looking ass spider cunts who thought it was a good idea to unearth them anyway put them back im going to find and set off a zelda magic emp to just wipe them all out not even the blood moon can save them theyre dead its gonna be so powerful their entire souls explode and are absorbed into the void where theyre unattainable cant be revived and theyre suffering all the time theyre gonna wish they were still being mind controlled by ganons brain rot after my ultra emp is finished with them theyre going to dissolve into hell particles and get sucked into limbo for eternity where i will personally stomp them all out im going to splatter them with a fly swatter they are so fucked in my dark little world they stand no chance when the hyrules guardians all go missing just know they are in a worse place and im taking terrible and awful care of them