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castellankurze · 1 day ago

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The psyker's forearms had been replaced by simple augments - unadorned pipes leading to basic manipulators with fingers like cleaning rods that mimicked the shape of human hands. They sat limp in the man's lap. Apart from the occasional slow blink, he'd made no move to shift position for some time, his head rested against the back wall of the cell. He was a rangy thing, tall and lean, his long, unshaven face marked by pocks as if from terrible acne scars or perchance some manner of shrapnel, cheeks lined by reddened tear tracks. His hair was grayed. At a glance one might have pinned him as a man in his fifties, a tragic fate for one nine and twenty.

The man that pulled out the chair opposite and sat in it was much the opposite, blocky and square-faced, his eyes hidden by shaded lenses. The psyker showed little reaction as the Inquisitor pulled himself up to the table and set a dataslate atop a stand where both men could view the screen.

He pushed a button and a scene began to play, the sound filtered through the speakers barely loud enough to be heard. Gunfire flashed through the vista of a battlefield, the camra centered upon the figure of a man fallen to his knees. His arms were outstretched, though not in welcome but rather in horror, his hands clawed as if struggling to grapple with some monumental force.

Then it leaned into view. An abomination. A thing that should not have been. A long, inhuman face of horn and bone and cartilage and long, scythelike teeth, eyes glowing with a malevolence felt even through the small datascreen. A face large enough it could have been mounted to one of the Imperium's knight-titans, jaws parting as the bio-form closed in on the comparatively miniscule human. As its mouth opened, it began to howl, an unearthly sound of bone-chilling vibration that filled the world and made the dataslate's speakers crackle and between the two figures the air could be seen to waver and sizzle as invisible forces pushed- The Inquisitor jabbed another button and the scene froze. All throughout the playback, his unseen eyes had been locked to the figure across the table. He had studied the footage more than was sufficient to commit the scene to memory. The psyker had reacted to the display, at least to the extent that his own dull, sunken eyes had risen to watch the footage play out.

"Tell me what you felt," Kryptman said. Long moments passed in silence as the psyker's eyes drooped, bobbed upwards again, drooped once more. Kryptman didn't hurry him, watching his every twitch in the silence of the too-warm room as the seconds slid languidly by. Finally, a parting of the lips, a subtle swallow. "Mm...mfelt like," the man murmured in a dry voice, speaking as if for first time in his life, "I wwas..." blink "...an algae. Beinng... swallowed by a whale." A blink. A breath. "A whale that...hh-hhated me," he said, voice shuddering, "ffor being...too small t'be worth the effort. T-too small for the hunger it had, like...it could eat and eat and never stop eating, and it was desperate to have me even though it hated how worthless I was because it had to have me and anything else that could feed it because it was so hungry and it hated that I was the next thing to eat."

Like a tumbling rock down a mountainside, the psyker's speech had gathered speed and clarity until it abruptly seemed to reach the end and shut off. All throughout his tone was gray, exhausted.

Kryptman waited for several seconds more before resuming the playback. He knew what came next - the norn emissary miraculously subsumed in a tidal wave of fire and smoke as the rocket artillery dropped, even at the moment the camra picked up the distinctive wobble in the air around the psyker's outstretched hands. By some miracle of chance, the camra had stayed in place to continue recording as the smoke and dust cleared, a hazy outline of the psyker still knelt in place, hands held out before him, a crescent of clean ground around his body. It had continued to record until the reinforcements had found him, still rooted to the spot, arms necrotized up to the elbow by psychic permafrost.

Inquisitor Kryptman didn't wait for it all to play out. Instead he pressed buttons on the slate that stopped the footage and restarted it, but this time the gunfire was muted, all but inaudible. Instead a man's labored breathing could be heard as if he heaved directly into the pickup. This time, as the terrifying face of the norn emissary leaned close, a whisper could be heard at the edge of sound, entreating "Emperor protect me...Emperor...protect...me, Emperor..." The voice of the man that sat opposite him now.

He jabbed the button to pause the footage once more. "You called out to the God-Emperor," he said. "Do you credit His intercession for your survival?"

Once more the psyker's eyes wavered, and this time as the moments passed the corners of his mouth began to tremble. "No," the man croaked. "I couldn't feel Him. There was just Her. There was only Her." He began to sob, lifting his pipe-shaped augments from his lap and pressing the cleaning-rod fists to his eyes. Inquisitor Kryptman deactivated his slate, gathered up the damning evidence, and left the room.

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pesterloglog · 1 year ago

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Karkat Vantas, Eridan Ampora, Vriska Serket, Tavros Nitram

Act 5, page 2547

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CURRENT carcinoGeneticist [CCG] RIGHT NOW opened memo on board TEAM ADORABLOODTHIRSTY.

CCG: THIS IS AS GOOD A TIME AS ANY TO START A NEW MEMO.

CCG: IN FACT IT'S A BETTER TIME THAN ANY BECAUSE ACCORDING TO THE LAWS OF CHAT CLIENT PREDESTINATION I DON'T REALLY HAVE A CHOICE DO I.

CCG: FUCK.

CCG: IT DOESN'T MATTER, IT'S STILL A GOOD TIME TO DO IT.

CCG: PEOPLE, WE NEED TO GET ORGANIZED HERE.

CCG: SHIT IS GETTING SERIOUS.

CCG: WE ARE ABOUT TO EMBARK ON OPERATION REGISURP, A CUNNING PLAN DEVISED BY DOUBLE ARCHAGENT JACK NOIR TO EXILE THE BLACK QUEEN.

CCG: WE WILL NEED ALL HANDS ON DECK FOR THIS, EVEN THE IDIOTS.

CCG: AND ONCE AGAIN, A REMINDER

CCG: DO NOT TROLL ME IN THESE MEMOS FROM ANY POINT IN TIME OR IT'S AN INSTA-BAN.

CCG: ALSO A NOTE TO MY FUTURE SELF

CCG: IF YOU FEEL THE NEED TO SAY SOMETHING SMUG, DO ME A FAVOR AND SHOVE A THROB STALK IN IT.

CCG: JUST SIT THERE PATIENTLY AND WAIT FOR ME TO BECOME YOU IN THE DUE COURSE OF TIME, THUS IMPROVING YOUR INTELLECT DRASTICALLY.

CCG: OR, INTELLECTS PLURAL.

CCG: I FORGOT, THERE ARE A LOT OF YOU FUCKERS OUT THERE.

CCG: ALL OF YOU, JUST ZIP YOUR CHUTES. I MEAN SERIOUSLY, LIKE THERE'S NOTHING BETTER TO DO IN THE FUTURE???

CCG: IT'S THE FUTURE FOR GOD'S SAKE, A REALM OF ENDLESS FUCKING POSSIBILITIES.

CCG: NOW

CCG: BEFORE WE GET STARTED, LET'S TAKE A TOLL OF THE SITUATION AT THIS POINT IN TIME.

CCG: *MY* POINT IN TIME.

CCG: WHO'S IN SO FAR, WHO'S NOT, ETCETERA.

FUTURE caligulasAquarium [FCA] 3:11 HOURS FROM NOW responded to memo.

FCA: hey sorry for bustin in on the memo but i cant get ahold of you youre not answwerin

CCG: OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE.

FCA: gams advvice is fuckin useless all he told me wwas to enjoy a bevverage

CCG: NO, DUDE, DON'T DRINK THAT SHIT. IF IT WERE UP TO HIM WE WOULD ALL DRINK FAYGO AT ONCE IN SOME RITUALISTIC RAP CLOWN SUICIDE PACT.

CCG: BUT INSTEAD OF COMMITTING SUICIDE THE THING THAT WE ALL ACCOMPLISH IS BECOMING INSTANTANEOUS ASSHOLES WITH AWFUL TASTE.

FCA: i mean

FCA: its not evven that bad

FCA: its just soda but wwhatevver this isnt the point

CCG: THIS ISN'T THE VENUE FOR AIRING YOUR FUTURE PROBLEMS, COUNT SEA DIPSHIT.

FCA: i knoww i knoww

FCA: its just

FCA: i got a problem

FCA: wwith feferi

FCA: and im really kinda sittin here in bad shape about it emotionally speakin

CCG: OK, WELL

CCG: I GET THAT, I HEAR YOU BRO

CCG: BUT THIS IS STILL NOT THE RIGHT PLACE FOR THIS SO I'VE GOT TO BAN YOU.

CCG banned FCA from responding to memo.

CCG: BUT SERIOUSLY JUST GET IN TOUCH WITH ME IN PRIVATE ABOUT IT, OK MAN?

CCG: WE'LL GET YOUR SHIT STRAIGHTENED OUT.

CCG: OK.

CCG: IS EVERYBODY GOOD?

CCG: JUST GONNA SIT HERE FOR A MINUTE, LOCAL TIME, AND SEE IF ANYONE ELSE HAS ANY SHIT THEY WANT TO SCRAPE OFF THEIR BULGE ON TO MY CLEAN NUTRITION PLATEAU.

CCG: NOBODY?

CCG: GREAT, WONDERFUL.

CCG: I NOW OFFICIALLY DECLARE THE NONSENSE PORTION OF THIS MEMO TO BE OVER.

CCG: THIS DECREE SHALL BE BINDING AND LASTING.

CCG: BACK TO PLANNING REGISURP.

CCG: BEAR DOWN EVERYBODY, THIS IS FUCKING IMPORTANT, THERE IS A QUEEN ON THE LOOSE AND WE'VE GOT TO SHOW A BITCH THE DOOR.

FUTURE arachnidsGrip [FAG] 609 HOURS FROM NOW responded to memo.

FAG: ::::D

CCG: UN BE FUCKING LIEVABLE.

FAG: Kaaaaaaaarkat!

FAG: I'm sorry!

FAG: 8ut do you have any idea how funny this thing is? I mean this whole thing???????? I can't stop laughing!

CCG: HEY CAN FUTURE YOU MIND-PREVENT ME FROM HITTING THE BAN BUTTON?

CCG: I'M GENUINELY CURIOUS! GO AHEAD, TRY TO STOP ME I DARE YOU.

FAG: I'm not going to try, I'm just here to say this whole thing is ridiculous.

FAG: We didn't really need you to pretend to 8e a little angry general to get any of this done.

FAG: We kicked the queen out of there no sweat! It was easy. In fact, I did most of the work myself, right 8efore I found all the treasure and scaled all the rungs.

CCG: OH, ALL OF THEM YOU SAY?

CCG: FASCINATING.

CCG: HEY FORGET THE BAN BUTTON, USE YOUR MIND POWERS TO HELP ME LOCATE THE DESPERATELY ATTEMPT TO GIVE A SHIT BUTTON. WHOOPS WE BOTH FAILED, IT DOESN'T EXIST.

FAG: Hey, I'm gone. I just think you should relax.

FAG: You were wound up so tight through the whole adventure, and now here in the present you're a8out to explode. It's insuffera8le!

CCG: EVERYBODY, DID YOU HEAR THAT?? SUPERFUTURE VRISKA HAS AN IMPORTANT LIFE LESSON FOR US ALL.

CCG: WE DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT OUR PRESENT RESPONSIBILIES AND OBLIGATIONS!

CCG: BECAUSE AS IT TURNS OUT, IN THE FUTURE ALL THAT STUFF ALREADY HAPPENED. WE'RE OFF THE FUCKING HOOK!

CCG: TIME TO RELAX. LET'S ALL CRAWL INTO OUR COCOONS AND GET BUSY STIMULATING OUR AUTOEROGENOUS SHAME GLOBES.

CCG: FIRST ONE TO START A WANK FIRE GETS A SHINY BOONDOLLAR.

CCG: THIS IS AN ORDER FROM YOUR LEADER.

FAG: Hahahahahahahaha.

CCG banned FAG from responding to memo.

CCG: LATER, FAG.

CCG: TOO BAD THE ACRONYM WASN'T "HAG" INSTEAD, IT WOULD HAVE SUITED YOU MUCH BETTER.

CCG: INSTEAD OF THAT NONSENSE WORD

CCG: MAYBE ITS ASSOCIATION WITH YOU WILL COLLOQUIALLY CAUSE IT TO TAKE ON A NEGATIVE CONNOTATION, WHAT DO YOU THINK?

CCG: MAYBE FAG WILL BE "THE NEW BURN!" EVEN THOUGH IT REALLY MEANS NOTHING IN OUR LANGUAGE.

CCG: I DON'T KNOW, THIS IS STUPID, FORGET IT

CCG: OK I'M RAMBLING HERE, I'M AWARE OF THAT.

CCG: FUTURE ME, DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE WEIGH IN ON THIS, I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING.

CCG: IF I WERE FUTURE ME, WHICH I GUESS I AM, I WOULD READ THIS AND BE ALL OVER IT, LIKE DAMMIT KARKAT WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING.

CCG: GET TO THE POINT.

FUTURE carcinoGeneticist [FCG] 0:20 HOURS FROM NOW responded to memo.

FCG: YEAH PRETTY MUCH.

CCG banned FCG from responding to memo.

CCG: SO I'M SAYING IT TO MYSELF ALREADY HERE AND NOW, SO I WON'T HAVE TO LATER, GOT IT YOU TRENCHANT BACKBITING PRICKS?????

CCG: DAMN, I'M LOSING MY TRAIN OF THOUGHT.

CCG: MAYBE I'LL PICK IT UP AGAIN IN A FRESH MEMO LATER.

CCG: I DON'T KNOW IF THAT'S RIGHT THOUGH, BECAUSE I VAGUELY REMEMBER THIS ONE BEING LONGER THAN THIS.

PAST adiosToreador [PAT] 0:38 HOURS AGO responded to memo.

PAT: hEYY,

CCG: OH SON OF A BITCH.

PAT: i THOUGHT,

PAT: sINCE IT LOOKS LIKE, yOU'RE SAYING YOU'RE OUT OF IMPORTANT MEMO STUFF TO SAY,

PAT: uHH,

PAT: mAYBE YOU COULD HELP ME, hERE,

PAT: sINCE i DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU ARE NOW, bUT MAYBE HELP ME,

PAT: aBOUT A THING THAT HAS TO DO WITH A GIRL,

PAT: lIKE,

PAT: a ROMANCE THING, yOU MIGHT KNOW ABOUT,

CCG: YOU PEOPLE ARE IMBECILES.

CCG: ALL OF YOU.

CCG: I AM NOT POSTING THESE MEMOS TO COUNSEL YOU ON YOUR PAST AND FUTURE DATING PROBLEMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CCG: WHY ARE YOU ALL SUCH BASKET CASES. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY ANYMORE.

PAT: sORRY,

CCG: SHOULD I BAN YOU? WHAT'S EVEN THE POINT ANYMORE! ONE OF YOU STOOGES WILL BE RIGHT ON THE LAST ONES HEELS WITH ANOTHER SOB STORY.

CCG: JUST

CCG: HURRY UP AND TELL ME WHAT YOUR PROBLEM IS BRO.

PAT: oKAY,

PAT: i'M SORT OF, lYING ON vRISKA'S FLOOR RIGHT NOW,

PAT: lIKE, iN HER BLOCK,

PAT: lYING DOWN,

PAT: uHH, yOU KNOW, bECAUSE i CAN'T WALK,

CCG: OH NO SHIT REALLY???

CCG: YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS, WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN.

PAT: uH, yEAH, aNYWAY,

PAT: sHE TRIED TO KISS ME,

PAT: wELL, sHE DIDN'T TRY, sHE ACTUALLY DID,

PAT: aND THEN, kIND OF DROPPED ME,

PAT: aND ALSO WE ARE WEARING COSTUMES,

PAT: wOW, i'M NOT EXPLAINING THIS WELL,

CCG: THIS IS SO FUCKED UP, WHAT HAVE YOU GOTTEN YOURSELF INTO.

PAT: aND NOW, tO MAKE IT,

PAT: uHHHHH,

PAT: a LOT WEIRDER,

PAT: tHERE IS AN ANGRY VOICE IN MY HEAD,

PAT: i DONT THINK IT'S rUFIO THIS TIME,

PAT: rUFIO'S NOT THAT ANGRY,

PAT: hE'S ALSO IMAGINARY,

PAT: lIKE, a FAKE MADE UP FRIEND,

PAT: yOU KNOW, lIKE,

PAT: tHE WAY FAIRIES ARE, }:(

CCG: GOD, ACTUALLY I REMEMBER READING THIS BULLSHIT.

CCG: OR SKIMMING IT AT LEAST.

CCG: HOW COULD I FORGET???

CCG: MORE LOONEYBLOCK THEATER, AND HERE I AM DRAWING THE CURTAINS FOR YOU GUYS LIKE A DOPE.

PAT: aNYWAY, i THINK VRISKA IS UPSET ABOUT IT, aND SHE'S NOT TALKING OR ANYTHING,

PAT: wHAT DO i DO,

CCG: OK WELL, I CAN ADVISE YOU AND STUFF

CCG: BUT YOU DO REALIZE THIS IS A PUBLIC BULLETIN.

CCG: WE SHOULD BE HAVING THIS CHAT IN PRIVATE.

CCG: EVERYONE CAN READ THIS, EVEN HER.

CCG: I MEAN FUCK, SHE WAS *JUST HERE* TALKING YOU DUMMY!

PAT: i KNOW, i READ THAT,

PAT: bUT,

PAT: tHAT'S FUTURE HER, wHICH,

PAT: dOESN'T SEEM SO BAD,

PAT: mAYBE FUTURE HER CAN READ THIS, aND,

PAT: i GUESS,

PAT: kNOW i'M SORRY ABOUT IT,

PAT: i DIDN'T MEAN TO HURT HER FEELINGS,

CCG: WELL, FINE, IF YOU WANT TO BROADCAST A TRANSTIMELINE APOLOGY THEN FINE.

CCG: BUT YOU SHOULD REALIZE THE FUTURE IS KIND OF A WIDE OPEN THING, I MEAN SHE COULD READ THIS LIKE TWO MINUTES IN THE FUTURE AS WELL AS 600 HOURS.

CCG: AT THAT POINT YOU WOULD ESSENTIALLY BE TALKING TO PRESENT HER, COMPLETELY DEFEATING THE PURPOSE OF YOUR SPINELESS MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE APOLOGY.

PAT: oH,

PAT: yEAH,

PAT: i DIDN'T, rEALLY THINK OF THAT,

PAST arachnidsGrip [PAG] 0:08 HOURS AGO responded to memo.

PAG: Hi.

CCG: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.

PAG: Karkat, shut up! This does not concern you.

CCG: OK WHATEVER. MY MEMO, BUT WHATEVER.

PAT: uH, wOW,

PAT: hI,

PAG: Tavros, it's ok. Really.

PAG: So you don't feel that way a8out me! That's fine. I shouldn't have expected any different.

PAG: I can deal with it! I am not a wimp like you. I roll with 8ad 8r8ks all the time. No 8iggie.

PAG: In fact, I already have dealt with it. I was over here dealing with it while you were over there on the floor fooling around with your computer after a cute girl tried to kiss you for some reason.

PAG: As it turned out, fooling around with your computer to........

PAG: Go cry on future Karkat's shoulder a8out this????????

PAT: uM,

PAT: yEAH,

PAG: Hahahaha. You are a str8nge and funny 8oy, Tavros.

CCG: OH GOD

CCG: THIS IS

CCG: COMPLETELY HILARIOUS.

CCG: NOW I SEE WHY EVERYONE HAS BEEN RIPPING ON MY MEMOS.

PAG: Karkat I said shut the fuck up!!!!!!!!

PAG: Anyway, though totally unnecessary, your apology is accepted.

PAT: oKAY,

PAG: Now pick yourself up off the floor so we can go wring some fucking treasure out of this misera8le magic rock!

PAT: yEAH, i'LL TRY,

PAG: Actually, never mind, I'll 8e over there to help you with that too, kind of like I do with everything.

PAG: Just lie still and try not to start crying or anything, and w8 a few minutes for your timeframe to catch up with mine.

PAT: uH,

PAT: wHAT,

PAG: Exactly! I aaaaaaaam smarter than you. You see? You're learning!

CCG: FUCK, ENOUGH ALREADY.

CCG: THERE, GREAT, ANOTHER HAPPY COUPLE

CCG: IN WHATEVER HIDEOUS QUADRANT THIS BATSHIT PAIRING WILL SUSTAIN.

CCG: NOW OFF YOU GO.

CCG banned PAT from responding to memo.

CCG banned PAG from responding to memo.

CCG: HOLY HELL.

CCG: THIS IS EXHAUSTING.

CCG: I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT ANYMORE.

CCG: OK, MAYBE I'LL TAKE A MINUTE TO COLLECT MY THOUGHTS AND GET BACK ON TOPIC HERE.

FUTURE carcinoGeneticist [FCG] 609 HOURS FROM NOW responded to memo.

FCG: NO YOU WON'T.

FCG: THIS ONE WAS PARTICULARLY NAUSEATING IN RETROSPECT, I'M SHUTTING THIS DOWN.

FCG banned CCG from responding to memo.

FCG closed memo.

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#homestuck #karkat vantas #eridan ampora #vriska serket #tavros nitram #homestuck act 5 #page 2457 #homestuck act 5 act 1

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roachemoji · 1 year ago

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04 04

OKAY this is an.... okay woman??? BUT ALSSO THEYRE ALL RIGHT TO BE HESITANT LIKE. YALL HAVENT EXACTLY BEEN UHHHH ......... :/// HISOTRICALLY TRUST WORTHY??????

FROM

Dissociative seizures do be looking like that and YIKES THAT SHITS SO SCARY AKSDJHASJDH

Vecna literally said hey bby girl dont bottle things up <3 actually it will kill you <3333 !!! open up!!!!!!!!!! talk about it <333

LUCAS BABY BOY GOD IM SO GLAD YOU TURNED OUT TO !!! NOT !!!!!! HAVE TURNED THEM ON EDDIE N UR FRIENDS

ERICAAAAA BBY GIRL I LOVE HER SO MUCH BECOMING A HUGE FUCKING NERD !!!!! QUEEN SHIT. QUEEN SHIT. OH DON. DO NOT. WHITE BOY GOOD LORD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ARE THEY IN?? MIKE'S BASEMENT ?????? i forgot they were with Nancy i fOrgot she lived there too for a second AKSJDHAKJH

ITS SO FUNNY HEARING ABOUT THE VICTOR SHIT NOW AFTER SEEING THE MUTUALS POSTS IDKY I DIDNT EXPECT IT HAD TO DO WITH THIS. I KNEW THERE WERE LIKE ANIMAL DEATHS N MURDER B UT !!!!! NOT THIS

AKJSDHAKSDJH BE LATE TO THE 1 YEAR OLD'S BDAY PARTY MURRY IS RIGHT !!!!!!!!

like i KNOW he gets out but. i it bad my ass is rooting for him not to AHDKAJSH ID LIKE TO HOPE HES DIFFERENT YA KNOW !!!!!!! BUT IK HE PROBABLY WONT BE !!!!

MIKE JUST READING THE FROM OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN. sorry the way that Will looks at Mike like GOD. Mike is ??? dumb as a fucking rock sometimes my man is climbing over a glass wall to see the other side

I LOVE ARGYLE SO MUCH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MAX IS !!!!!!! SWADDLES HER UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GIRLIE IM SO SORRY

MY COMP FUCKING FROZE BUT WE'RE BACK NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Theyre. BOTH SO. the ouTFITS AKSJDH and fucking ROBIN AKDHAKSDJH she looks so uncomfortablE AKSDHJ GOOO GIRL GO ROBINNNN YEAHHH BABBEYYYYY I LOVE WOMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YURI <33333

i Hopper juts gonna BEAT someone's ass ???? KSJDHFKSDJFH YEAH OKAY SURE !!!!! GO FOR IT KING BEAT THAT MAN

oh my ass has to pause now the suspense is getting to me

COMPLICATED FEELINGS ROOTING FOR HOPPER BC I WANT TO BUT I ALSO DON'T BC I MEAN U KNOW KJDHAKJDHKAJSHDKASJH BLOWS UP THE CABIN BLOWS UP THE FUCKING EXPLDOES EXPLODES EXPLODES !!!!!!!!!! AKJHKAJDSHK EW HIS FUCKING

KING YOUR TOES ?????????????????????????????

BALD WITH HIS FUCKING DOGS OU T!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just like Vecna :pensive:

LUCAS' HAS THE BIGGEST BROWS I LOVE THEM

MAX BB ABSDKJSADH BA BY !!!!!!! OUGHGHAKSJDH BITES BITE SBITES BITES BITES (POSITIVE BUT SCREAMING) (NVM SPOKE TOO SOON)

every time i see a redhead with glasses my brain HONES the fuck in

o h DAMN KING. your eyes are crusty :(

HTE THE FUCKING. YALLA RE?? FLIRTING ???? WHAT WAS THAT AKSDJH. ITS NOT THE SAME WITHOUT YOU AND THEN HIS FACE OUASKDJHAKSJHD DAMN YALL HOLY SHIT. thats? YOuadsh are SAYING it out LOUD you are SCREAMING IT GIRLIE

BRO OHOLY FUCKKK HOLY SHIT KDSHAKJKDSJHKASJHD GIRL WHAT HTE FUCK HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOO AKHJDAK!!!!!!! OOKASHDAKH ALL THEIR ACTING IS SO FUCKING GOOD LIKE THE PANIC AND MAYHEM IN THIS LITTLE FUCKING CORNER ALONE

ARGYLLEEEEEEEEEEE

I KEEP FORGETTING HES BALD AND HIS TOES IS OUT !!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCKING SCAMPERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOOK AT HIM SKIMPERING!!!!!!!! NASTY

HOW DOES HE NOT HAVE FROSTBITE

MAN GET EMOTIONAL OVER PEANUT BUTTER MORE AT 11

OH DAMN TURNED HIM IN :(

skdjhkh wow !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DAMN Yuri u fucking suck RIP ENZO NO !!!!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD AND HE FUCKNG DRUGGED THEM DAMN. DAMN OK !!!!!!!!!! ewe wew ew ew ew ew

ewewewewewewe wewew >:(

MAX GIRLIE THIS IS WHY HES GOING AFTER YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! BC YOURE BOTTLING SHIT UP GIRLIE PLEASE LUCAS IS TRYING SO DAMN HARD AND YOURE PUSHING HIM AWAY !!!!!!!

OH OUR FIRST FLASH BACK !!!!!!! WITH THE LITTLE GUY!!!!!!!!!! WHY DOES HE JUST STAND THERE ALL SAD AKSDHAKJSHD HIS LITTLE EARS

HE WWAS A SENSITIVE CHILD (AUTISM)

fucking ENTRACED by the Creel shit i forgot i was live blogging AKDJHASKDJH

ougH THE BILLY LETTER feel things :/ complicated things <3

also sorry has Eddie just been in a boat house the whole fucking time ?

EW HER FUCKING EYES OUGHHASDJ UGH EW EWEW

BILLY'S VOICE STILL MAKES ME FEEL ILL LMAO

I WAS IT WAS MEI WAS HAPPY AND RELIEVED WHEN YOU DIED IM ADMITTING IT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IF MUSIC IS A KEY THEN HOW DID HENRY SURVIVE ??? I MEAN MUSIC HELPED VICTOR BUT HENRY WAS IN A COMA AND NOW HERES MAX BBYGIRL IM AKSDJHAKJH WHAT ROCK CONCERT IS PLAYING IN THE FUCKING GRAVE YARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EW THE GROUND SHOULD NOT BE OOEY AND GOOEY LIKE THAT AKDJHASJDH YOUR SOCKS ARE GONNA GET WET

EW GIRL HIS EGGS!!!!!!!!!! YOURE STEPPINGON HIS BABIES NASTY ASS

HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM - MAN WHO CANT DECORATE

WOW THE. SONG AND THE LYRICS. THE POSE. SERIOUSLY KAHSDKASDJH THAT WAS SO AKSJHDKASJH

RUN GIRL RUN YOU GOT THIS PLEASE PLEASEEEEEEEE

OOAHAHFKOUGHGGHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

intsrumental ending !!!!!!!!!!

Stranger Things Season 4 Thread!!!!!!!! 04 01

theres NO realistic way in hell some kid was chucking that shit every damn day and making it !!!!!!!!! bro would have smacked someone in the fucking FACE by now!!!!!

starting off with a freak ass routine gotcha gotcha gotcha !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

aGAGGLE OF BALD CHILDREN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

its been. 4 minutes and im already so uncomfortable with how they hold the kids hands to lead them around lmao

Brenner cant draw for SHIT girl if that was me id tell him i dont know bc its fucking UGLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YEAH. HES RIGHT.

GOD hes. i hate hate hate hate hate hate his fucking face it makes me so uncomfortable.

GIRL HELLO !!!!!!!!! DAMN LMAO

EXPLODES THEM EXPLODESTHEM EXPLODES THEM !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the TONE shift from the last season is really getting to me girlie like that last one didnt feel REAL and this one feels VERY present. even with the rainbow visuals in the room?

OUGHH GOD HES SO UNCOMFORTABLE.

HIS EXPRESSIONS ARE SO ???? HIS GASP SEEING A DEAD KID??? IDK HOW TO PLACE IT.

damn girlie what did you do !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EL'S !!!! FUCKING AUTISM ACCENT? LOVE HER. LOVE HER.

ARGYLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GODIM SO EXCITED TO MEET HIM !!!!!

I CANT PUT INTO WORDSS HOW MUCH I LOVE THE TONE SHIFT AND THEM BEING OLDER AND EL'S LETTER TO MIKE BEING !!!! SO.

THEYRE ALL SO BIG NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

KAREN LOOKS SO CUTE AND TED? KILLS HIM.

SUZZIIEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND DUSTIN <3333333 THEYRE SO CUTE

STEVE AND ROBIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PEOOPLE WHO LIKE BOOBIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK ING STE VE. BI MEN AND THEIR LESBIAN BESTIES ???

MAX IS NOT BEATING THE TRANS MASC ALLEGATIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOT NOW NOT EVER NOT IN MY HEART

UCAS LOOK SO FU CKING GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! HIS HAIIRRRRRR

WHO TH FUCK IS THIS ARCHIE LOOKING WHITE MAN ?????

THEIR PANTS ARE TEAR AWAY ? I GUESS THOSE HAVE A FUCKING USE .... WHEN IT COMES TO SPORTS ? BUT STILL KAJDSHKJHADS IM FU CKING KAJHDKJAHSD. THEY DIDNT DIE SO WE WOULD LOOSE AT BASKETBALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHUT UP

Lucas is making a good ass point butalso im so sorry he doesnt wanna be a loser nerd freak anymore :pensive:

the fu cCKING RUSSIANS LAKJSHDAKSJHDKJ HDAMN GIRLIE HOLY SHIT BE CAREFUL ? EW. EW? WHOSE THE LITTLE WHITE WOMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH ELL BABY YOU GOT THIS. YOU GOT THIS!!!! GO AUTISM GIRLIE!!!!!!!!

IM GONNA KILL. EVERYONE IN THAT ROOM. !! PLEASE LET HER JUST. OUGHHGH GODD. WILL TEARING UP TOO. FUCKING EXPLODE HER!!!!!! EXPLODE THAT FUCKING. BITCH HOLY SHIT ?

WILL IS.

MAX ?? QUEER WHATS WITH THE... GREEN SCRUNCHIE?? THAT THE OTHER GIRLIES HAVE

LUCAS approaching Max who... is the only one who is like ? LOUDLY suffering with shit after watching Billy die and be traumatized vs the core group not NOT being traumatized but handling it VERY DIFFERENTLY ? like they always "bounced back" and Max isn't

o h JESUS WHAT THE FUCK HELLO ?????? bro aksjdhkasjhakhkKJHDFKJSDHFKJH DAMN I WOULD NOT HAVE LEFT THAT BATHROOM HELLO WHAT THE FUCK

Eddie doesnt SOUND like i thought he would ???? AKDHAKDJH i forgot about the hanky code my mans wearing

dustiinnNNSFNKJKSJH DUSTIN. AKJSDH!!!!!! MIKE'S FACE.

Eddie's vibe is. AKHASKDJASHD like my ex boyfriend from highschool

MURRYYYY !!! MISSED HIM. LOVE HIM. RIP ALEXEI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

she has nIPPLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ARGYLE AKSJHDKASJH!!!!!!!!!! MOPEY DICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NANCY LOOKS SO CUTE!!!

ARGYLE CALLING HIM A FUCKING GOOD BOY KJHSDKAHADSKJHADSKJH YELLING

im sorry literally N OON wants to play DnD you just have to find the gay people !!!!!!!!!!!!!! (40 years from now)

Out h ere being Mentally ill in da Woods as you do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

what gay ass drugs are we selling!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh hes DRAMATIC fucking theater kid. that man's NOT STRAIGHT !!!! and also defenitely has ADHD. chewing on his fucking HAIR !!! stimming i see u !!

EL BABY GIRL IM SO SORRY I WAN T TO EXPLODE THE WORLD FOR YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WANT TO KILL FOR HER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOY SHIT . MAKE THEM PISS THEIR PANTS GIRL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OO OoOOO H BABAKJSHD I FORGOT HER POW ERS ARENT ,,, WO RK ING,,, ABY IM,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, THIS IS FUCKING PAINFUL.

tHE focus not having been on Will the entire time except for a snippet here and there is REALLY NICE ACTUALLY likE!!! IDK BUT IT IS. TTHAT MANS FIGURING OUT HES QUEER TOO

MURRY JADKASLASKLJSADKJ !!!! MY MAN ABSOLUTEL LOSING HIS MIND

sTEVE IM AKSDJHS SORRY GIRLIE LMAOOOOOO fuc kinggGGGG TAMMMYYYYY AKSDJAKDHAKJSDHKAJSHD ROBINNN GIRLIEE IM SO FUCKING SORRRYY. JDKLKJDLKJFDSJLKDF I WA NNA FUCKING.

ERICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BABY GIRL IS BACKKKK YEAHHHH FUCKING LOVE HER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND HER HAIIIRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I CANT WAIT FOR HER TO DESTROY EDDIE

DESTROY HIM DESTROY HIM DESTROY HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the fucking mountain dew cansssss his DM set up is so good

I JUST LOVE HOW DND IS USED AS FORESHADOWING BABEY !!!

Dusstin and Erica working together like THIS IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UGH. love u lady applejack <33333

FUCKING GET IT ERICA!!!! LUCAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASSSEEEEEEEEE

YYYEAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i thOUGHT he was tlking to like a lizard and not a guitar AKSJD

IS Chrissy just experiencing like a psychotic break ?? delusions??? I cant tell if its like. ACTUALLY happening to her or something to do with the UD ? Dissociative seizures????? DISSOCIATIVE SEIZURES AND THE UD ?????

FEEL LIKE ALL THE SPIDER VISUALS AND SHIT ARE IMPORTANT AND I JUST DONT KNOW HOW YET !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH IS THIS VECNA ? SIR !! YOURE. WET :/

BRO HELLO WHAT

KING WHAT DOES THAT M EAN

ASDASKJHD KASHDKASJH SORRY TO EDDIE WHO THOUGH YEAHHH A FRIEND :3c

GIRL WAHT THE FUCK EXORCIST SHIT HOLY HSHKJASJK LSHAJKHAD HE RE YEB ALLS!!!!!!!!! BROOOO AKSJDHKASHDKASHD

yeah so season 3 was. liike. different and now ? we're back at it!!!! we're back at it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALSRRIGH alright

ending with a half song again no lyrics inchresting

#bo posting #stranger things #st #live blogging #god fucking DAMN This is a good ass season holy shit

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myonepiece · 4 years ago

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Hi can I please ask for some headcanons of Ace and Shanks having feelings for a fem!S/O but they always reject their advances etc. until she decides to move on/leave because she’s heartbroken and thinks she’ll never be loved back;; like what would they do? tysm💜💜💜

ooo i like it i like it- you also chose some characters that work well with this prompt so thank you 😂💛

ace, shanks teasing their fem!crush and taking it too far so that she moves on thinking they don't like her

description: ace and shanks (separate) teasingly reject their fem!crush's advances until she moves on thinking they won't love her

-shanks is well known troublemaker, and it's not like he's going to stop any of his shenanigans with person he's fallen for, if anything they increase tenfold

-at first he didn't really think you liked him, he thought you had a flirty friendly personality like him, so he'd flirt with you on a daily basis- but they always held the truth, they weren't meaningless flirts and compliments he was saying what he was thinking because he knew you wouldn't know that

-and he had a lot of fun doing it

-then he found out from gossip spreading through the ship that you did like him, and he was thrilled, but he wasn't just going to make it an easy "get together", he liked the fun you two would have teasing each other and joking around, he liked the game

-so he decided to start messing with you in a slightly different way, that way being to make it seem like he didn't like you

-but of course once knowing everyone, including shanks, knew about your crush on the red head, and then having shanks brush off your normal teases and flirts, you immediately thought the worst

-that shanks was so disgusted that you thought of him like that, that he didn't want to keep messing around with you even when it's just joking

-everytime you'd throw him a compliment suggestive or not he'd give a quick thanks or just a half-hearted chuckle, or even ignore it and turn back to something else

-when you tried to sit next to him he'd scoot away a bit or get up and go talk to someone else

-he wanted to frustrate you so much that you just burst out a confession, he grinned thinking about it- having you come to him yelling about how he's been acting and saying something like "i'm sorry i like you!

-unfortunetly thats not how it goes at all, because instead of getting hung up on shanks you knocked some sense into yourself telling yourself that you don't have to waist time on him, that didn't get rid of your feelings, so you did decide to distract yourself... with other men

-you began doing the same thing shanks did, to a less extremity, but he noticed it and just thought you were trying to get him to break first

-he found it somewhat amusing but at the same time it didn't seem likeyou were sneaking glances or anything like that, things that proved you still liked him

-so he began to get annoyed and unnerved

-then you brought a man back to the ship, one you had met at a bar, and shanks had been sleepless that night so you and your "friend" had run into him in the kitchen

-his eyes widened slightly in surprise and then narrowed in realization, "what do you think you're doing y/n?" -"what do you think i'm doing." he got up from the table and glared at you while he walked over, "leave." he said addressing the man beside without his eyes leaving yours, but he had to pull his eyes off you because apparently your date hadn't understood shanks was talking to him

-"why'd you do that shanks?!" "why'd you bring here y/n?! just last week you liked me." his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and frustration but you looked up at him with surprise, "well you were ignoring me- very rudely- i thought you didn't like that i liked you."

-"i was just trying to get you to tell me yourself. i guess i went a little too far- but if it still matters, i like you too." his face softened a bit and a small smile appeared

-"well i don't see why you couldn't have just told me that." you crossed your arms pouting up at shanks and he took a step closer, leaning down so that his breath could be felt against your lips

-"can you forgive me?" a sly smile spread across his face before. his eyes fluttered shut and he crashed his lips into yours, melting against your own in a passionate kiss, his arm finding its way around your waist and pulling you flush against him

-when he pulled away he stayed close, watching your eyes with sincerity and guilt present in his own, "i'm really sorry."

-similar to shanks, ace thought you were just flirty and friendly to everyone and thats one of the things he loved about you

-but because you were the same with everyone- you actually weren't but ace didn't notice how you were always more touchy and affectionate and flirty with him- he thought he wasn't anyone special and he wwas just another friend

-and at first it was okay he didn't stop or change anything, but gradually over a few weeks he began to slowly grow away from you because he would always fele the happiest when he spent time with you and he'd feel perfectly content, but when he left he would always remind himself that he'd never get anything more, that he'd never get to stay

-he hated the quick but painful transition from "she looks so pretty when she laughs" to "i wonder if we'll still hang out like that when she finds a boyfriend"

-so he figured if he started distancing himself it would be easier to get used to you not spending as much time with him, like if he chose to not be as close to you he'd loose feelings

-and you noticed how he stopped going to spend time with you every chance he got, he stopped slipping his arm around you and sitting next to you when he was about to fall asleep mid-bite, he just started spending less and less time with you

-you'd still have your occasional moments together but they felt hollow like something was missing

-and you figured that ace just grew tired of you, that he didn't like you, that you didn't have a chance with him

-so you started distancing yourself too, doing the exact things ace did until the two of you were rarely talking despite being on a ship together

-marco was one who had watched everything and easily figured it out, letting it play itself out for a bit before he stepped

-ace had been complaining to him about you and how you had avoided him all week by talking to other people and running away when he was going towards you, so marco pointed out "did. you ever think that maybe she's doing that because you did andare doing the samething?"

-"well why wouldn't she just ask me about it?" "probably because she likes you too and now thinks you hate her."

-ace thought for a moment putting all. the pieces together and then marco could see the moment ace figured it out and realized what he had done, "oh shit!"

-ace ran out of marco's office towards your cabin knocking twice before he opened the door, "can we talk?"

-he stepped into the room where you were sitting on the bed and he closed the door behind him, "why are you avoiding me?" he could see your cheeks redden at the question and took that as a good sign, "i-is it because you like me?"

-you opened your mouth to say something but closed it and opteed to nod your heead sheepishly instead, a smile slowly appeared on ace's face and he said "i like you too!" before diving onto the bed once you had reached your arm out gesturing for him

-he crawled towards you captured your lips in a serious of soft sweet kisses, pulling away and wrapping his arms around your waist pushing you back on the pillows, "i'm - sorry - i - started - avoiding - you." he punctuated each world with an apologetic kiss somewhere on your face

#one piece x reader #one piece imagine #one piece headcanons #one piece fluff #one piece #shanks x reader #shanks imagine #shanks headcanons #shanks fluff #shanks #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace imagine #portgas d ace headcanons #portgas d ace #portgas d. ace x reader #portgas d. ace #ace x reader #portgas d ace fluff #portgas d. ace fluff

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insertmesoftly · 3 years ago

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Eridan x Loner Troll Oc (Whobie)

(I apologize for how erratic this post is, it’s not really a narrative so much as just a bunch of notes scribbled down for these idiots. I’m still posting them anyways cuz fuck it. I can be sorry and still do something :,D)

The Beginning of Their Friendship:

Me, before: Hmm this is a slow build friendship. Whobie tried being friendly because they noticed Eridan was a loner too without a place and they were severely snuffed. They do not like each other and Whovie avoids him but eventually Eridan is caught crying somewhere and he starts a spiteful argument doing everything to threaten then into shutting up and Whobie just yells back like 'Shit man stop being so fucking stupid, if you wanna talk about your feelings we can just hang in my room and chat. God damn it im miserable here too lets fucking bond.' And that's how Eridan is very forcibly abducted to their room. And he'd never admit it but he really felt. Relieved. Someone was noticing him. Someone finally insisted on talking to him. Ah. He's still a smug fucking asshole and sees this as 'OH you WANT me as your friend so badly? That's so embarrassing for you.' And Whobie let's him cuz it was somewhat true and they know he needs his pride over it.

Me now: Actually what if their first meeting was Whobie enthusiastically volunteering to help Eridan after everyone's been ignoring him and they themselves have been feeling left out all game. They pretty much fall into his world far from his Hive, end up journeying through it and possibly befriending an angel that follows em now, taking a long ass time and many dangerous paths before FINALLY REACHING HIS HOME! And as they run to it with an eager smile- they get shot and burnt to a crisp. Eridan was too careless and only saw their angel companion, shooting first then realizing his mistake, but not before the fire trap that was set got triggered and burned em. Now he stares at their charred body and deals with the panic of having killed a troll he doesn't know but that was the only one to come visit him in too long. He's shaking as he texts Karkat for info on how to revive a troll and he is absolutely disgusted by the response. Their meeting was not the best. But it's one neither will ever forget.

"Wwhatevver, charred lips. Remember wwho it wwas that savved you!"

"REALLY? REALLY? SAYS THE ONE WHO KILLED ME IN THE!! FIRST!!! PLACE!!!!"

Cute Miscellaneous Friendship Stuff:

- Imagine a cute wholesome scene from some other universe where they’re bffs and happy and Whobie gets the idea to ask 'What’s the worst thing I could ever say to you?' and Eridan is caught off guard and scared and Whobie reassures him it’s just to know what not to say because they'd never want to hurt him like that and he kinda calms down and they both share their greatest fears and make a pact to make fun of each other for anything and everything... but to never bring these things up. And they hold hands and stare at the sky and get a little closer.

- Eridan catches Nepeta and Equius making out and he is VERY offended and calls them out on confusing their quadrants, but Nepeta waves him off and says it just shows how good friends they really are that they can do this because it feels nice and not have it be weird, and that truly sticks to Eridan as he keeps glancing at Whobie wondering if it's true. He ends up waving it off most of the time… but… he keeps asking.

- A carnival date. *teary eyed* holdim hambs. Bullying each other in bumper cars. Trying to win each other prizes but sucking until Eridan gets to a shooting game and wins and he smugly keeps the plush hostage until Whobie can get them one too. By the end of the night they tried so hard and finally got a miserable excuse for a plush that is ugly and unwanted. They’re so ashamed of it and Eridan insults it but he switches plushies in a heartbeat and you can now pry it from his cold dead hands because Whobie tried all day for him and this was all he wanted.

Things Get Serious/ Where I’ve Left Off Cuz This Is Where We Stopped Reading For Now:

The order of the session had Whobie being helped out of their cave and starting the game thanks to Tavros. This is how they came to have a crush on Tavros while also having to deal with Vriska always being there and noticing and taking advantage to annoy them every step of the way.

Tavros is an oblivious dumdum that thinks Whobie is nice but weird. Whobie clearly tries a bit too hard to talk to him and they always end up giving Tavros mixed signals on whether they like him or hate him because of this. Eventually he sees em as a friend and this pleases Whobie greatly.

Eridan and Whobie have a pact to help each other with their crushes. Eridan's take up the most time cuz he has so many and a variety. From trying to catch Sollux's attention, to trying to show off to Nepeta, and a bit of trying to convince Karkat to hang out with them, they have their hands full with Eridan's problems. But on the off chance of Whobie seeing an opportunity, Eridan isn't above helping them in return, hearing them out and giving advice. He of course thinks this crush is absolutely pathetic and sad, tells Whobie so multiple times, but he helps anyways. Especially when it means distracting and making Vriska mad.

He had no particular feelings for this at first, it was just the business of helping a moiral out. Then the more the two end up bonding... he tries writing it off. Laughs nervously to himself. He can't possibly be going through this again. With a moiral! And yet. Sullenly, he relents that Whobie has been making progress with Tavros. Spending less time talking with him... Doing a lot of touching as they help him with his legs. He loathes it. And he acts huffy. Obviously jealous. Whobie takes it as him feeling lonely, so they suggested the three hang out. It... didn't end well. Eridan was a jerk the whole time, even pushing Tavros at one point and he made Whobie furious. They demanded he apologize. As if he ever would. He turned to walk away. He was glad they followed. They hold his shoulder and ask why he can't just be nice for once, for their moiral. Why he had to ruin a perfectly good way to keep both trolls they liked happy.

Eridan is aghast at being on the same level as to Tavros on their mind. He pushes their hand away and yells at them that if they really knew him they should've known he'd ruin this. It's all he does. He doesn't likebeing with other trolls! Whobie is done with his self-depreciation. Why can't he learn to at least coexist? Just keeping his mouth shut would've been fine!

This hurts him. 'You'd rather I stay silent? Fine! I'm not talking to you again! You're a coward in love with an idiot and you two deserve each other! I hope you'll be happy now!' And he storms away before he can cry in front of them. It was all unfair! He broods alone. Doesn't want to come out of his room. Glares at Whobie when he sees them but immediately looks away when they glance back. He hates seeing them closer to Tavros.

With how badly that went, Whobie immediately panicked and had a breakdown. Tavros helped calm them down and now Whobie has just been... way too clingy. They lost their best friend. This was all they had... anyone else would've been more annoyed but Tavros was ok with it. Whobie respected whatever limits he gave em ('Oh, uh, could you please not read over my shoulder? Thank you!' 'Um... I know you're being nice... and um, I appreciate the thought! But... I'm not sure what to do with a um... dead mouse... especially not one so uh... in pieces.')

This friendship progress culminates to a point where Whobie feels secure enough to try confessing and Eridan is beginning to get Grimdark... and then the awkward Tavros confession to Jade occurs. Everyone saw because of the projector Jade used. Whobie felt their blood run cold and they heard Vriska's laughter behind them. 'Better go comfort your 'buddy.' I'm sure he'll appreciate you a lot~' That's the last thing Whobie wants to do. They crawl to the teleporters and sit next to Eridan's for basically hours until he finally comes out of it. He trips over them and scrambles.

'What the fuck?! What are you-'

'You were right.'

Whobie isn't even looking at him. Still staring at the ceiling. Tears roll down. 'I was a coward and he was an idiot and I'm also an idiot and I wasted all that time just-' They're sobbing, wiping their face. Eridan feels keenly aware of how they're in an open space and he gets up and grabs at their hoodie, dragging them to his teleporter with a sigh and sending them somewhere private. He was fully prepared to make them suffer before accepting any apologies. To demand they kiss his shoes and call him a god.But those plans went out the window as they clung to his leg and kept apologizing. Spilling out all their emotions about how much they missed him and how they felt like no one could replace his friendship. They were such sweet words, the right words for his ears. He almost wanted to cry too. But he instead got mad at himself, knowing he gave in too fucking fast. He kicked them away. Then he crouched down and hugged them. Whatever had happened wasn't important. He was right. And now they're back and they learned their place. They know better than to ever prioritize someone other than him now. That was all that mattered.

Still don't know what to do for the massacre/death but this is where this train of thought stops. Bleh. Maybe he recruits Whobie. Maybe he makes em wait in the room for him and they're none the wiser, still lost in thought, only to get the biggest blows of their life as they eventually wake from a nap and look at their laptop to see all that happened. And now they're stuck in Eridan's room and stuck living without him.

#homestuck oc #homestuck troll #homestuck #homestuck eridan #eridan ampora #hs eridan #eridan ampora x reader #eridan x reader #eridan x oc #troll oc #troll ocs #homestuck trolls #hs troll

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blouisparadise · 4 years ago

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Upon request, here is a rec list of bottom Louis fics where Louis and/or Harry use drugs during the course of the fic. If you support our rec lists and want them to continue being made, please reblog this post and spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Lips Are Like The Galaxy’s Edge | Mature | 2365 words

Harry licks over Louis’ hole slowly, deliberately, and his tongue is like velvet and Louis’ skin is burning at every junction where Harry touches him and it’s all so good he thinks he might cry. He licks a few more times, moaning softly like he’s relishing the taste of Louis and that’s just, well, fuck.

2) Can You Feel The Fever | Explicit | 5113 words

Note: This fic is a sequel to this fic.

Tour has Harry exhausted. Luckily exactly what he needs is waiting for him in his Sacramento dressing room.

3) Read You Like A Book | Explicit | 8089 words

Louis realises Harry can read his mind. He’ll do anything to make Harry admit it. Set during the North American leg of the WWA tour.

4) Put You On Repeat, Play You Everywhere I Go | Explicit | 8290 words

Harry is a college radio show host and Louis is a contemporary dancer attending said college. After a drunk hook-up, naturally a whole bunch of pining, dedicated love songs and make-out sessions on dance studio floors ensue.

5) Keep It Sweet In Your Memory | Explicit | 17039 words

'How'd it go?' Harry pushes them into Niall's room and shuts the door behind him, so Georgia doesn't overhear.

'It was good. We just caught up, mostly... I may have done something a little stupid, though.'

And Niall's eyebrows are in his hairline at that.

'I mean. Okay, so I invited Louis out on Saturday.'

'Saturday? Your--'

'Yes, my bachelor party...' and then Harry has to explain himself, 'I just felt guilty. I think. He was like. Telling me he wanted to hook up.'

'He WHAT!?'

'No. I mean, not with me. Like. He wants to go out and meet people.'

'He'll hate that. He's too much of a romantic.'

'Yeah, well. Whatever his name was messed him up a little, it would seem.'

6) Never Understood What Love Was Really Like (But I Felt It For The First Time Looking In Your Eyes) | Not Rated | 18431 words

The one where Louis meets Harry at 14 and things don’t quite go as planned.

7) Ain’t My Fault | Explicit | 18690 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH.

AU. Liam posts an ad on the wrong section of Craigslist, Louis is pretty sure they’re gonna get murdered as a result, and Harry’s missing an avocado.

8) Kiwi | Not Rated | 24110 words

AU. Harry plays on Saturday nights at The Motley. Louis bartends on Saturday nights at The Motley.

It’s a thing.

9) Honey, Make This Easy | Explicit | 25483 words

AU; Harry’s sister recently passed away, leaving him with temporary custody of her daughter. Needing help, he hires Louis as a nanny and the boy turns out to be help in more ways than he expected.

10) Can’t Fool Me | Explicit | 30162 words

AU where Louis hates fraternities and would never be into a frat boy. And one of these things is definitely not a lie.

11) Captain Jack | Explicit | 31752 words

Note: Please take note of the tags and warnings on this fic before reading

Louis has been searching for something and Harry is there to give it to him. Drugs, sex, disappointment, and the tangled web they’ve woven that keeps them trapped in the same cycle.

12) Can I Make It Any More Obvious? | Explicit | 35560 words

AU where Louis does ballet and Harry is the epitome of everything Louis’ friends want him to stay away from.

13) Bluebird | Explicit | 39024 words

The 2,789 miles between New York and Los Angeles is a long way to go alone.

14) Another Hazy May | Mature | 41042 words

Louis is a terrible poet and Harry lives in the now and they have six weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. bookshop meets military meets summer romance AU ft. Marlboros, the backstreet boys, and underrated literary devices.

15) Looking Through You | Explicit | 41905 words

Just as Louis and Liam were starting out in the music industry, writing and producing for up and coming artists, a fateful meeting with new pop singer Harry Styles changes everything. Four years later, just as Harry is set to embark on his next world tour, a drunken confession causes a rift between once inseparable friends. As Harry tries to make sense of his feelings for Louis, he begins writing his next album to express them as it may be the only way to break through the walls that Louis has built between them.

16) Tangled Up In You | Explicit | 45152 words

Harry blinks once. And blinks again. And says, his voice dangerous: “Niall, did you get me a mail-order bride?”

Because what the actual fuck. It kind of looks like Niall’s just purchased a person. For Harry.

Niall blinks back at him for a few moments, before throwing his head back and howling with laughter. Harry throws a pillow at him. Hard. “No, what the fuck, Harry.”

“A prostitute then?” Harry also doesn't want a prostitute.

“Of course not!”

“A stripper?”

“No!”

Damn, he’s running out of ideas. He settles for launching another pillow at Niall’s head. Niall bats it away easily, still laughing. “Stop!”

“What did you get me, then?!” Niall must hear the tinge of hysteria in his voice, because he’s pulling himself together, trying to stop himself from laughing.

There’s still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, “I got you a professional cuddler.”

A professional…what. “What?”

17) Apples Always Fall (As I Do For You) | Mature | 54609 words | Sequel

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Louis is staying at his Aunt's farm in a small town in Minnesota for four months. To deal with the boredom that sets in a week into his stay, he starts working at the local apple orchard, owned by twenty six year old Harry Styles.

Louis quickly finds himself falling in love with the orchard, and he finds a family in Harry's friends Niall, Liam, and Zayn.

He also starts to fall in love with Harry.

Falling in love with him turns out to be the easy part.

18) Into The Midnight Sun | Explicit | 63525 words

It’s 1983, Harry embarks on his first world tour and Louis is a budding actor in LA. Life spent apart isn’t easily adjustable, but somehow they make it work.

19) Like Real People Do | Explicit | 64175 words

Louis didn’t ask for a lot of things. He didn’t ask for his entire family to die in a car crash that may or may not have been his fault. He didn’t ask to get powers out of that accident, either, powers that eventually led him into a two-year relationship with a man who was far more than met the eye. But one night, he chose to ask for a replacement to a broken camera from someone he hadn’t spoken to in a year and a half. He did ask for that. And that kind of led to everything else.

20) Liberté | Mature | 64603 words

AU. 1647. “Pretending you don’t have a heart is not the best way to not get it broken. It’s just the easiest.”

21) Pinkies Never Lie | Explicit | 83615 words | Sequel

AU in which Louis hates his job and loves Harry, Harry just wants a distraction, everyone else wants them to get their shit together, and Louis learns the hard way that new beginnings are only possible when something ends.

22) Baby Heaven’s In Your Eyes | Explicit | 120875 words

They couldn’t be more different if they tried. Louis Tomlinson is 17 years old and in his last year of the most prestigious private school in Doncaster. If there’s one thing that completely annoys him, it’s that there is a poor community college right across the street.

Harry Styles is 19 years old, and (once again) in his last year of college. He goes to community college in Doncaster. He never shows up to classes and if he actually bothers to, he’s either high or drunk; sometimes both. His skin is littered with tattoos and if there’s one thing he absolutely hates, it’s the snobby students attending the private school right across from his.

23) Saving Symphony Hall | Mature | 124766 words

Note: This is a sequel to this fic. This fic has been locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

“I think I have an idea,” Louis said. Slowly, and reluctantly, but with a growing sense of the inevitable. “God damnit, I think I have a really good idea.”

“Oh christ, that’s the problem-solving face,” Babs said. “Last time we saw that face, he sold a company.”

“Wait, what?” Zayn asked.

“Right place, right time,” Louis said. “Also, fuck my life,”

“What?” Zayn repeated. Niall patted his hand.

“I usually just roll with whatever Louis is about to do,” he said. “It’s better for us all.”

“That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”

24) I Only Ever Want You | Explicit | 180079 words

Note: This fic is the sequel to this fic.

Louis & Harry and Liam & Zayn begin to have sex in front of each other and a lot of kink-discovery results from that.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

#bottom louis #top harry #drug use #drug tw #larry #fic recs #blp #blp fic recs

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shoezuki · 4 years ago

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wwas thinkin. dream might actually be lgbt because while he's never said he is he's been v careful about not explicitly saying he's straight which is like... mega "im gay but i cant show it rn" vibes? and he does give me a little bit of a bi vibe. idk maybe its wishful thinking on my part but the possibility is there?? idk man i wish everything wasn't so damn complicated

THIS. will probably sound harsh but anyways

in my mind it doesnt matter if he’s lgbt anymore. or at least it doesnt change what already is in place. if he comes out as anything other than straight, without a doubt weirdass ppl aka rpf fujoshis r gonna take it as some ‘proof’ of dnf and treat him like something to fetishize and Consume.

like. i constantly see things cited as ‘evidence’ that he may not be straight. that one audio clip of him in his discord and saying something about ‘youtubers’ as a weird allegory for being Not Straight??? idfk. but like its already a part of ‘truthing’ the idea his sexuality is something people can speculate and consume like it’s a piece of media rather than. a real fucking person. which ofc is fucked up and isnt in Anyone’s right to do but. honestly they almost encourage it with all their ‘jokes’ and pandering. theyve amassed this audience in particular that If he were ever to come out it would end up fucked up

and like secondly? in my mind it’s safer to Always assume cc’s as straight unless said otherwise. especially when theyre at this calibre of popularity and making gay ‘jokes’ constantly. if we start saying that he Could be Not Straight, then would we be expected to let him have a pass on homophobic jokes under nothing but an Assumption? like. the idea in a sense that he cant be criticized or disliked for these jokes because theres Some Possibility that he Isnt Straight is jus kinda.... idk how to put it LHSKGH but its Wack.

like idk this PROBABLY sounds harsh but i cant tell. but in my mind shit’s already been fucked

#hard boiled egg #its a weird point in society where like. do we assume ppl are straight? do we dismiss all such assumptions? and how does that affect percept #i could get into it its somethin Strange but like #i only will say someone Isnt Straight if its said by them specifically #or even that like. if they say they arent sure thats the only way i could consider them with that 'maybe they Arent Straight' assumption #Anonymous

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the-actual-loch-ness-monster8 · 4 years ago

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Cirque du Freak Characters as the various things I have either seen my boyfriend do or been told he has done

Darren

Attempt a backflip in the front yard. Note, he did not complete the backflip, all he did was land flat on his back with an audible thud on the ground and then spring back up like nothing happen immediately after.

Larten

Got drunk on New Year's Eve, started crying because he loves me so much and attempted to propose to me while half asleep

Vancha

Got mugged by two guys outside of a bakers and successfully fended them off using only a skateboard

Darius

Threatened to hit his dad with a very large book bc he called me a little bitch and wwas very much going to follow through on that threat

Harkat

Can do this cursed thing where he can knock on his head and it geniunely sounds like solid wood and not feel it

Mika

Cursed his dad more than once at the age of 14 and it went about as well as you could expect

Kurda

Argued with me on multiple occasions about whether or not ghosts are real and yet this same man thinks scps have a higher chance of being real

Gavner

Spent most of his childhood punching trees because and I quote, "I wanted to be like Bruce Lee"

Arra

When skipping class in high school, when would run from teachers, there were occasions were rather than actually use the stairs, he would use the railing to parkour down them, complete with rolling at the end and then going back to running immediately after.

Arrow

He was laying on me and I was pretendinf to like... throw him and I thought he would just like climb over me to make it funny but instead he like launched himself over the couch like i actually flipped him

Vanez

Punched himself full force in the face and jumped over me while I was lying in bed, landing a ready to fight position all to prove the point that he could wake up in a second in the event of a zombie apocalypse

Steve

Made our german teacher lose it bc he said in german about some obnoxious kid in the class "man this kids mom fucks goats" or something like that

#cirque du freak #darren shan #larten crepsley #he is #not a normal man #i often say he is vancha in human form #steve leonard #steve leopard #gavner purl #darius shan #cdf

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piracytheorist · 3 years ago

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"cryptic merchant is cryptic, yet like the villagers and the hag is the only one not to lay a hand on him, so he listens to merchant" so now that I'm not sleep deprived I realise (other than the atrocious spelling and grammar, I'm sorry) what low standards for 'I'll listen to what you have to say' Ethan seems to have, like, remember with Moreau? He was taking the flask and suddenly Moreau sees him, 'I'll be taking this', then Moreau begs him to wait Ethan starts to go and stops like 2 or 3 times, listening to him, before M traps him and starts the fight. Idk nice little detail of 'I don't have beef with you until you put your hands on me... but if you do, make sure I don't get up again :) '

I didn't sum up Alcina/Donna/Salvatore's day because I totally forgot, but theirs was a normal af day with a new exotic food item / playmate / mother's attentions usurper's father that had to be dealt with; the only problem is that the food fought back and WON / playmate didn't exactly play by the rules (rule 1 to 2: die) / didn't let himself be dealt with smh :/

Speaking of Moreau! me, looking at his cute crown of sticks: Aww ( : me, reading the devs saying he made the crown from the bones of villagers (probably the ones he experimented on): wwA- D:

(fascinating lil detail but still, b r o )

((Also best of luck finding a better job; it's horrid that they were treating you like that and even paying you less wtf. Good riddance))

Very true that, about Ethan's very low standards about whom he'll stop and listen to. But in trying to find his daughter, he didn't have much choice than to listen to anyone who wasn't actively attacking him. The Duke was right, after all, when he said "You don't have to trust my words, but do you have any better options?" and he knew it. I feel that this adds to the whole horror element, of not knowing whom the heck to trust and whom to expect to backstab you.

But yeah, one of my fave things about Ethan is how he actually acts very rationally in trying to save Rose, trying to avoid confrontation as much as possible but once the other person has started the fight, Ethan won't hold back for one second. Like even how he starts the fight with Moreau, "Ugh, I guess I have to do this", homeboy just wants to get tf out of there but Moreau won't let him and well, he does have a gun.

"the food fought back and WON / playmate didn't exactly play by the rules (rule 1 to 2: die) / didn't let himself be dealt with smh :/"

🤣🤣🤣 I mean, Ethan had to follow a very simple instruction: die. And he couldn't follow it at all! I kinda love how Miranda, during her boss fight is all like "Die! Die! Die!" to Ethan and we're all like "How about YOU die? Hmmm?"

But yeah overall that was a pretty good summary of the other Lords' days. They had absolutely no idea who they were dealing with. Or what Miranda pretty much allowed to happen to them

And yeah, Moreau is like... I think perfectly shown as a deep water creature. On the surface he seems like a poor dude who got rejected by everyone else due to how the Cadou mutated him, but then you get to know more about him and you're like O_O oh. And the depth just shocks you, man. I mean I kinda feel bad for him (especially with the stuff he says during the boss fight) but also like... Jesus Christ he's horrifying. Again, the design and concept is amazing, but also shockingly so.

((And thank you! I do hope I get to find a better job soon, hopefully one that's part-time because I honestly can't handle wasting myself fr eight hours on a job I don't even like))

#Resident Evil #Resident Evil 8 #re meta #anonymous #ask and ye shall receive

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coldkryptonitecupcake · 4 years ago

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“Abomination”, Ch. 13

Sienna and Poppy quickly found an isolated spot in the Tower Annex. "First things first, don't you ever drop a bomb like that in public again," Sienna scolded. "Second of all, what? You mean to tell me you're related to a goddess?," she continued, throwing her hands in the air. "Did it not occur to you to maybe, I don't know, mention that?!"

Poppy clapped a hand over her friend's mouth and glared. "I am not moving this hand until you calm down." After a few moments of silence, she slowly lowered it. Sienna said nothing, though her frustration was still palpable. "Okay then," Poppy said. "Narvuk, you feel like explaining?"

The Knight sighed and sat heavily. "I was bborn to the Wizard who became Omnigul, long beffore she was Crota's Will. I wwas an Acolyte when she slaughtered her way to that position. My ssiblings and I joined his spawn, but I have heard nothing of them since. Omnigul became my prince's mate and consort. Savathun is Crota's aunt, thus my relation. She is family, though not by brood." Poppy gaped at him for a second, and Sienna had a look on her face like someone had asked her what a sterile neutrino was. The girls composed themselves and launched into questioning him.

"Why didn't you tell us sooner?"

"Why didn't you tell Eris or Zavala?"

"What do you mean, 'slaughtered her way'?"

Then Sienna asked the inevitable. "If you were part of Crota's brood, were you there when he took the Moon?" Narvuk hesitated, eyes darting from the exit to Sienna and back. "Answer the question, big man. No secrets in a fireteam," she ordered in a voice colder than a night on Mercury.

He sighed. "No, I was not thhere. But... I helped defend itt."

"From who? The Fallen?"

"You. Lightbearers."

Poppy's head snapped to look at him. Then she snatched Sienna's arm. "Sienna, can we talk for a sec?," she asked, already dragging the Hunter out of Narvuk's earshot. "If he's talking about what it sounds like he's talking about, we cannot tell Eris. Ever." Sienna gave her a puzzled look, but Poppy was already walking back to Narvuk and sitting down in front of him. "Hey, big guy, how many Guardians do you remember?"

"Nnot sure. Dozens? No, not dozen, what was it... hundreds. Maybe thousands. Whhy?"

"Shit. Shit," Poppy spat. "Oh, we are so fucked. Okay, Narvuk? I need you to promise me that you will not breathe a word of this to anyone. I swear, I'll explain, just promise me that," she finished, raising her hands to forestall any interruptions.

Narvuk dipped his chin, and Poppy let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. "Look, big guy, I won't lie to you. This is bad, for all of us. You fought in what we call the Great Disaster. After what happened at Burning Lake, the Consensus voted to launch a counterattack. Hundreds of us died final deaths, some of them our best and brightest. Eris was there, you know. She saw Crota kill Wei Ning, one of the strongest Titans this Tower's ever seen. They say the sky turned to green fire. If this gets out, DeMarcus isn't the only one who's gonna hate you."

"But whhy? That was my old life. Not who I am annymore."

"They're not gonna care, Narvuk! All they're gonna be thinking about is who they lost, and all that pain will turn into anger, and that anger? It's all gonna be pointed at you."

"That won't be the only thing pointed at him," Sienna interjected, sill looking out at the horizon. She turned to face them, one hand dropping to the hand cannon on her side. "We need to get him out of here. Now." Poppy shook her head.

"What about Banshee? He's supposed to have something for Narvuk in a few days, at the most."

Sienna cut a line through the air with her hand. "Not a priority right now. We need to get to the Hangar and get out ASAP. Narvuk, you think you can portal over there unnoticed?" The Knight thought for a moment, then nodded. "Good. We'll meet you there in a few minutes. Try not to be seen or start any trouble. Poppy, you're with me," she ordered, gaze now fixed on the doorway.

Narvuk began hastily conjuring a portal as Poppy stood to follow Sienna. He looked back, nodded, then stepped through. He emerged in a corner of the Hangar, out of sight to almost anyone. The corner was cramped, however, so he wedged his way out a little, but froze when he heard voices nearby. "-nce he doesn't have his fireteam around, we pop his Ghost and put him back in the ground. Clear?" Narvuk recognized the voice of DeMarcus as the Guardians around him murmured their affirmations. Through the equipment-filled shelf, he could make out the shapes of four or five others with the Titan. He edged closer, which was difficult due to his large frame.

As he inched past the shelves, DeMarcus resumed. "Look, guys, I know that I might be asking a lot, and some of you have your... misgivings." He gave a pointed look to a Hunter to his right, who put his hands up in a "don't look at me" gesture. "But one thing we all agree on is that the Traveler made a mistake when it chose a Hive" - he put such venom into the word that Narvuk could almost feel it - "to be a Guardian. It's just wrong."

One of the Warlocks raised his hand, like a child in a classroom. "What if this is a test? And the Traveler wants to see if we can see past what he is? If we fail, what happens to us then?" Just then, Narvuk's shoulder brushed a wrench enough that it shifted, scraping against the shelf. He froze as the group whipped around. DeMarcus leaned down to try and get a better view, but when saw nothing, he shook his head and turned back to his friends, only to see Sienna and Poppy coming around the corner into the Hangar.

"Time to go, boys," he murmured, already leading them away to the other end of the Hangar. As they passed the girls, most of hisgroup ignored them, though the Warlock who had spoken up gave a respectful nod that Sienna returned. After making sure the group wouldn't double back, the girls casually made their way to where DeMarcus had been.

"Big guy, if you're here, it's clear to come out," Poppy muttered.

"I wwould, but I'm a little stuck."

The Warlock turned to the corner and noticed the blue glow from Narvuk's eyes. She held in her laughter when she saw his predicament, mostly because of the pained look already on his face. "Alright, let's get you out of there," she said as she rolled up her sleeves and grabbed his arm.

After a few tense minutes of pulling (with some help from Sienna), they managed to get Narvuk free. He rolled his shoulders and grunted his thanks, not making eye contact with either of the girls. "Big guy, you alright? Getting stuck happens to all of us, nothing to be ashamed of," Poppy assured, waving him to follow her to the ship. He opened his mouth to say something, but though better of it and followed as quietly as he could.

Once he was as secure as he could manage in the back of Poppy's ship, Narvuk knocked twice on the wall to signal her. A few moments later, they were rocketing away from the Tower and into orbit. "So where exactly are you planning on going, big guy? There's Vanguard ops everywhere, except maybe the Tangled Shore, but Spider is... yeah, he's worse."

"Whhat is this 'Tangled Shhore'?"

Sienna spoke for the first time since the Tower. "It's a hive of scum and Darkness, a haven for anyone who doesn't want to be found. You're free to conduct any nasty business there you want, so long as you play by the Spider's rules."

"It's perfect. Let's ggo."

#destiny #destiny 2 #destiny fic #destiny fanfiction #ikora rey #destiny ikora #Zavala #destiny zavala #cayde 6 #destiny cayde #destiny hive #Hive Knight #OC insert #destiny eris #eris morn #destiny the game #tangled shore

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class-e-scrapper · 4 years ago

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[ @convenientkeystorage || Discovered a human relic.]

…Oh, man. That’s adorable.

There’s a little cube robot, and it’s looking at him with big binocular eyes, and it’s actually really cute.

Jack kneels, and takes a closer look. Too bad Wall-E can’t see his smile behind the sheet. “Yeah, sheet. Nice call. …who are you? I haven’t seen you around.”

Wall-E backed up a little as the other kneeled down, but not too far. Their small arms rested passively on either side of their body as they turned their head just a little more down. Both twitched up, Wall-E’s own form of grinning- as best as they could manage, anyway.

“.... W-.... WWa-ll-E!” They ‘beamed’ as they spoke, but there was still that errant glitch, running rampant over the word they managed to produce. They pulled an arm forward, pointing to a small little thing that said ‘Wall-E’ on their chest. They then pointed at the sheet-clad other. “... Hhhhooooo?” They shuttered their eyes. “.... Wwwwwho?” Better. Not perfect, but better.

#[lonely scrapper: walle]#convenientkeystorage #walle rp #disney rp #pixar rp #tf rp #[-*the sheet thing was too good to resist forever*-]

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coldlittlecuties · 4 years ago

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Kidnapped

First Post! Let's see how this goes....

Becky kidnaps Sam and Dean: Sam to try and make him fall in love with her by using a cliché fanfiction trope, and Dean to make sure he stays out of the way.

Word Count: 3704

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The first thing Sam noticed as he woke was that it was cold. Very cold. He heard his teeth rattle and felt his body quiver moments before he finally opened his eyes. He scanned the dark room for any sign of his brother. Sam could see a few barred, hole-in-the-wall windows near the ceiling that let in some moonlight and some falling snow from outside. That was when he noticed he was directly under one of those snow showers.

He was too cold to move much, but he was able to curl into himself. That's when Sam heard the chains clinking around him. The younger Winchester shuddered brutally as the icy metal hit his skin. He moved his hands under his armpits, hissing as more of him touched the chains. Sam groaned at the realization that everything but his boxers had been removed. Awesome.

"D-DDD-D-D-D'nnnnnn?" He mumbled. No response. The hunter let out a very shaky "brrr" when a gust of wind pushed more snow onto him. It was piled up all around and on him in little mountains, some of it melting then freezing back on him to create icicles. A door somewhere to his left opened just before he could call out again. Sam prepared to fight.

"Sammy?" a female voice called. Sam looked over as a small figure, completely bundled up in winter gear approached him.

"B-B-B-B-B-B-B-Be-eck-k-k-ky-y?" he chattered. The fangirl crouched in front of her idol, placing a gloved hand on his trembling jaw.

"Aww... Poor thing, you're frozen! C'mere: let's get you warm," Becky cooed, wiping the snow and ice off of the shivering hunter. Sam couldn't help but lean into her warm touch, even unwrapping his hands to hold zir arm. Becky beamed as she ran her other hand through his hair to clean out the frozen water. Once she was satisfied with it, she put her warm hat on his head, then wrapped her scarf around his neck, unfolding it to cover his shoulders too.

Becky gently uncurled the hunter's frostbitten fingers from her arm, kissing the knuckles on both hands before setting them in her lap. Sam's hazel eyes peeked out from behind the scarf to watch her pick his chains with a pin.

"Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Whe-ere's*huh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh* DDD-D-D-DD-D'n-n-n-n?" Sam pleaded.

"He's safe, honey. Don't worry," Becky assured. Sam's arms curled around himself and tucked under his armpits once the chains were off. "He's staying at a motel until the roads are cleared for driving. Until then, you're gonna stay with me and I'm gonna take care of you."

Now that the chains around his ankles were gone, Becky wrapped her arms around Sam to help him stand. His numb feet and shaking legs forced him to lean on her for support. Becky murmured soothing encouragements every time Sam took a step. Together, they ascended the stairs from the basement into the main room of the house. It was much warmer compared to the concrete wind-chilled cellar he was in, but just as dark.

"Stay right here while I go find some warm clothes," Becky instructed, setting him down on a couch in the living room. Sam actually whimpered as her heat moved away. He somehow managed to shudder even harder now that it was gone. Something soft wrapped around his shoulders. He weakly clung to the edges, trying to pull it tighter around his quivering frame. By the time his sluggish brain realized it was a blanket, another was draped across his legs.

Sam curled his knees up to his chest so he could overlap the blankets more. He then tried to blow on his hands to chase away the numbness. The little breath he could force through the scarf was weakened further by how much he chattered. Sam let out another whimper as a particularly strong wave of cold wracked his bones. All he could do was hug himself until it stopped. Thankfully, that was when Becky finally returned.

"How are you doing, Sammy?" she checked, sitting beside him on the couch. The fangirl wrapped her arms around the hunter and he instinctively huddled against her.

"S-SS-S-S-So-SSo-So-o-o-o c-c-cccco-co-old-dd," he forced out. Becky rubbed his back and shoulders, being very careful not to move the blankets too much.

"Don't worry, baby, I'm here," she soothed. It took a few minutes of coaxing to get Sam to uncurl his arms long enough for her to dress him in the thick and heavy down parka. He refused to take the blanket off, so he put his arms through the sleeves with the blanket tied around his shoulders like a cape. Becky pulled his hood up, then adjusted the hat and scarf so only his eyes peeked out. Then, she let him lean on her as she helped him into the sweatpants she found. Finally, Becky put socks and tennis shoes on his feet.

She couldn't stop herself from taking a moment to admire the scene in front of her. Her favorite character seemed so small and helpless as he sat there, all huddled up in the warm winter gear, shaking so furiously that she could still see his shoulders and arms quake. He kept making these little shivery whimpers and mumbling about the cold. This time, the only person who could help him was Becky. Not Dean, Becky.

"Okay, honey pie, we're gonna go a few blocks down to my place, sound good? Just lean on me and take it one step at a time!" She encouraged, helping Sam to his feet. Things were going well until Becky opened the front door. The rush of cold air and snow made Sam tremble so hard he fell over.

"Sammy!" Becky exclaimed, rushing to him.

"T-T-TT-T-T-To-o-o cc-ccc-co-o-o-old-d-d...," he protested, curling into himself and vigorously rubbing his arms.

"I know, baby, I know," Becky sighed. His rescuer quickly reached over to the other blanket, wrapping it around his upper arms so it could cover his legs too. Becky finally got him up and walking again. She didn't bother to close the door as they left. She was too focused on keeping Sam as warm as possible while they walked down the sidewalk.

Despite Becky's best efforts, he shivered and chattered unendingly. Each gust of wind nearly made Sam collapse into a trembling ball in the snow. He was so cold that every inch of him ached or was too numb to feel it. The young hunter wished his brother was with him. Dean, like all Winchesters, ran hot like a fire. He was also strong enough to carry his baby brother if need be.

"D-DDD-D-De-De-ean-n*nnn*...," Sam cried.

"It's okay, honey. Dean's going to come later when the roads are safe," Becky assured.

"... wwwwwa-an'm-mm-m'b-b-bbb-bb- *brrrr* -o-o-oth-thth-ther*rrrr*...."

"Shh.... You'll see him soon. I'll get you warm just as soon as we make it to that house over there," Becky promised. Sam didn't seem to hear her. He kept trying to call out for his big brother. Although, in his weakened state, the cries were more like quite pleas.

Becky and Sam arrived at her house after a few more minutes that seemed like hours. The walk didn't help Sam warm up at all; it just made him feel even colder. The hunter was shaking so hard that Becky had to rest him between herself and the wall while she unlocked the door.

Sam didn't wait for Becky to guide him in. He was so frozen that he'd nearly forgotten what it felt like to be warm. He unceremoniously fell across the doorway. The younger Winchester didn't bother trying to move. He just folded himself into the tightest ball he could make and allowed full body shivers to consume him.

He was so focused on the cold that he barely noticed when he was pulled into Becky's lap. She let his head rest on her shoulder while she unzipped his coat. Then, she pulled her idol close, wrapping her arms around him and resting her cheek on his head. Sam gravitated towards the warmth, and even burried his arms in the back of her sweater.

"How are you, my dearest?" Becky checked.

"FFF*FFFFFFF*-F-Fro-oz-zz-z-zen *bbb*bu-bbu'b-*bbbbb*-be-ett-t-t-terrrr...," Sam sighed. Becky massaged his back and shoulders as the violent shudders made him whimper in pain. The hunter relaxed into the touch, almost purring as his shaking began to slow.

"Y-Y-Y-Y-Yo-ou're ss-*sss*-s-so-o ww-wwa-warm-mmm *huh-uh-uh*," he commented while trying to bury himself deeper into his rescuer's warmth. Becky giggled, nuzzling his hair and planting a few lingering kisses.

"You're so cute, Sammy!" She cooed as the tall man kept trying to cuddle closer to her smaller frame.

"*SSSSS*-So-Sorry.... m'c-cc-co-old-dd...," he stammered. Becky giggled again.

"Do you wanna stay here or go to the guest bedroom upstairs?" She offered.

"BB-BBB-Be-Be-ed-d-d...," he requested. Becky gently helped Sam get to his feet. Even though the stairs seemed daunting, it was much easier than expected because Sam could hold onto the rail and Becky. Once they made it to the guest room, Becky lead him over to the desk chair. She quickly peeled back the covers on the bed before helping Sam over. She took off his shoes and parka before tucking him in.

"*thththth*-Tha-Thank yy-y-yo-ou...," Sam smiled. Becky nodded as she smoothed the covers over his quivering form. Despite the fact that the blankets were only a thin sheet and light blanket, Sam burrowed under them gratefully.

"Just lay here and focus on getting warm while I make you something hot," Becky insisted, tucking another throw blanket over the hunter. Once he seemed content, the fangirl made her way downstairs and into the backyard. She opened the shed door to smirk at the shackled man in front of her. Though he was fully dressed, his shirt and flannel offered little protection from the cold.

Becky watched the hunter with great interest. Unlike Sam, he kept pacing back and forth with the little room the chains permitted. His jaw clenched to stop his teeth jittering, but there was an obvious quake in his shoulders. No amount of blowing into his hands or rubbing his arms made a difference. Finally, he noticed Becky's presence.

"Wh-Wh-Wher-r-re's *SSSSS*-Sa-ammm?" He demanded, stepping forward despite his limbs being pulled behind him.

"Now, now, Deanie: Sammy's just fine. He's a little chilly, but I know just how to get him warm," Becky taunted.

"D-DD-D-Do-on't *tttt*-to-ouch 'immmm!" Dean threatened, struggling to reach her.

"Oh, please! What're you gonna do; turn into an ice sculpture?"

"I-II'll k-k-k-ki-ill y-*yyy*-yo-ou."

"You tell yourself whatever you need to keep warm. I'd love to stay and chat, but Sammy needs me," Becky sang. Dean muttered something that sounded like "bitch" as she skipped away.

Now that she didn't have to go out again, she removed her winter gear. She kept on her leggings and low cut midriff shirt as she began to boil water for a hot drink. Becky was startled by a loud *THUMP* upstairs. Abandoning the hot tea, she sprinted up to check on Sam. She skidded to a stop in the doorway to find the young hunter kneeling on the hardwood floor and trying to burrow under the blanket still around his shoulders.

"Sammy, what are you doing out of bed? I told you I'd bring you something soon," she chided, sitting beside her idol. Sam didn't respond. He stayed huddled in a ball, keeping his blanketed arms crossed over his otherwise bare chest. Becky realized his teeth were chattering too hard to get a word out. She was surprised they hadn't chipped yet!

"*huh-uh-uhhuh-uh-uh-uh*ppp-pa-pa-pa-pa-*ppppp*-pa-pa-pa *ngh!-huh-uh*...." After struggling for nearly a minute, Sam finally drew a trembling hand out from his cocoon to point at what he was trying to reach.

"Oh! You want the parka?" Sam nodded.

"Sorry, sweetie, but the parka's too thick. You aren't producing enough body heat to warm it up, so it would just make you colder. That's why your blankets are so thin: so the outside heat can warm you up," Becky explained. Her reasoning was little comfort to the hunter.

"Come, on! Back to bed," she grinned, moving to help him up. This time, Sam actually moved away from her.

"What's wrong, baby?"

Sam gave her his best puppy eyes which were even more effective with how much he was shaking and shivering. Becky felt her heart melt at the sight. She helped him onto the bed before enveloping him in a tight hug, snaking her arms under the blanket so she could feel his back. Sam melted into the hug. He was almost purring as Becky's heat helped his trembling slow. The hunter nuzzled into the crook of her shoulder, burrying his face in her hair, breathing in the smell of sweet coconut shampoo.

He was so sore from the shivering and so tired from his freezing experience that he began to drift off. It didn't matter that he was still quaking; all he could think about was that he was finally getting warm. Becky rested her head on his, gently rocking them from side to side. Sam closed his eyes and allowed the delicious warmth to lull him to sleep.

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His hands were numb. His feet were numb. Hell, even his face was numb. The rest of his body burned painfully in the frigid night air. Dean shook uncontrollably as he continued to fight against his shackles. He'd been kicking and pulling and thrashing ever since he gained consciousness. But the wood was young and refused to give easily.

With one last powerful tug, Dean broke through the beam that held him captive. He maneuvered the chain around his ankles over the broken wood before retrieving the key left just out of reach to taunt him. Dean had to blow into his hands and rub them together for a few minutes. Once the tingling sensation began to revive his feeling, he unlocked himself. He hissed slightly when he saw where the chains dug into his skin, and even created some freeze burns.

But that wasn't important. What was important - or rather, who was important - was Sammy. Dean didn't notice how the snow slithered into his boots as he trudged up to the house. His only concern was his baby brother. Becky hadn't bothered to lock the door after she went in, which saved Dean the trouble of kicking it down.

The house was quiet. Too quiet. The only sounds the older hunter could hear were his chattering teeth and stuttered breathing. Looking to his left, he found a tea kettle on the lit stove; he turned it off, hoping to remain undiscovered until he got Sam warm and safe. He could make Becky pay later. Dean held his numb hands up to where the fire had been so he could defrost his hands completely. Then, he began to search the house for his brother.

The bottom floor was an open floor plan with a bathroom and den to the right. Sam must be upstairs. Dean bit his tounge while he walked up to snuff out the sound of his chattering teeth. Even though he could easily take out Becky, he didn't want to push her to hurt Sam.

Dean walked down the hall, peering around the corner and into each room before moving on. As he stood in front of the last door, he heard muffled whimpering and tiny cries of pain.

Sammy.

Without a second thought, Dean stormed into the room. He was met with a very surprised Becky who had Sam curled up to her like an infant. Dean ripped her away from his brother so harshly that she flew off the bed. Sam let out a mewling cry at the loss of heat, but it was quickly replaced by joy.

Dean was here!

"DDD-DD-D-D-De-De-," Sam tried. Dean was sitting on the bed in front of him with his hands on his soulders.

"S-SS-Sam-m-m-my...," Dean replied, pulling his baby brother close to his chest. Even when he too was freezing, Dean radiated warmth. Sam wrapped his limbs around his brother, cocooning them in the blankets. The older hunter hefted him up with one arm, using the other to grab the parka on the chair.

Becky took advantage of his occupied state. She ran out of the room, closing and locking the door. As an added precaution, she jammed the dresser from the second guest room between the walls and in front of that locked door. No way they were getting out.

But Dean hadn't planned on using the door. He was going to carry his brother out through the window on his back. Now that Becky was gone, Dean could take more time to make sure his brother would stay as warm as possible for the trek back to the Impala. He set Sam down on the bed to bundle him into the parka. He added gloves, a scarf, hat, and the sneakers as well. The task was nearly impossible with how much they were both shaking, but as always, they managed.

"Wha-Wha-Wha-Wha-Wha-a-a 'b-b-bb-b-bou *yyyyyy*-y-," Sam asked.

"Y-Y-Y-Yo-ou *fffff*f-f-fi-irsttt," Dean insisted, wrapping him in a blanket as a precaution. He opened the window, shivering wildly when the snow and wind attacked him.

"*DDDDDDDDDDDDDD*...," Sam protested. Dean, thinking his kid was still getting colder, brought him another blanket. Sam shakily grabbed the blanket and pushed it back. Dean nodded, tying the blanket around his shoulders so he could help Sam up.

"C-C-CC-Co-om*mmm*me o-onnn," he encouraged. The brothers embraced one another as they shuffled towards the open window. Dean hoisted Sam up piggyback style, hoping it would be easier to carry him down. Sam wrapped his limbs tightly around his brother. He burried his face in the blanket as another powerful shudder rattled his teeth.

"C-CC-C-CCC-C-Co-o-o-old-d-d," he murmured.

"Ha-Ha-Ha-anggg o-o-onnn," Dean pleaded. He held onto his brother's legs with his left hand so his right hand could support their descent to the ground. The snow was thick enough that it cushioned their landing. But it was also cold enough and wet enough to soak Dean up past his knees. He had to cling to the fence post as shudders tore through him. It was a testament to how cold he was when Sam managed to slide down without him noticing.

Sam unhuddled from his blanket to wrap it around his big brother. Dean shakily pulled the blankets around him. His teeth were knocking together so furiously that he couldn't get more than a whimper out. Sam decided to bundle him up in the hat and scarf he was wearing. He unzipped the parka, hugged Dean close, then started leading them away from Becky's house.

He thought he saw the Impala parked a ways away, but it was too snowy to see properly. The brothers were so cold and so shaky and so frozen that they collapsed in the middle of the road. They huddled as close together as possible to conserve any remaining heat. The duo stayed there for several minutes when a pair of headlights shone over them. The boys were too frozen to notice.

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"Dean!? Sam!?" Bobby gasped. He ran over to the frozen brothers to check on their heartbeats. They were weak, but they were there. "Balls! C'mon, boys, let's get you warm!"

It took a lot of effort, but the older hunter eased both Winchesters up and into the passenger side of his truck. In the light, he could see how pale and almost blue they looked! Despite how out of it they were, they still clung to one another. Sam nuzzled into Dean's neck and he burried his face in his hair. Bobby wrapped the emergency blanket around them.

"Hang on, boys! I'll get'cha warm in no time!" He promised, cranking up the heat. The brothers just shivered in response.

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Dean woke up slowly, nuzzling into his pillow and snuggling into the warm covers. He still felt cold and shivery, but at least he could feel his extremities. Glancing up, he saw his baby brother --still a little pale and chilly-- but recovering. He reached under the covers to gently grab onto his hand. He was about to fall back asleep until he realized he had no idea where they were.

The older brother groaned as he tried to sit up. His muscles were so sore from the shaking and escaping that he flopped back down onto the bed.

"Hey, hey, hey! Take it easy, son! You've been through a lot."

"Bobby?" He asked, recognizing the nickname and tone immediately.

"How're you doing?" He asked.

"Is Sammy okay?"

"He's got a bit of frostnip on his fingers, toes, nose, and ears, but it wasn't severe. No damage at all. He's still pretty cold, but not nearly as hypothermic as earlier." Bobby explained.

"Thank you... for taking care of us," Dean said, tucking his brother under his chin as he starts to drift off. He heard his brother's breathing get a little staggered as he wakes up, then he shakes his head a little.

"*huh'NNSHH!*"

"Hey, there, Sammy," Dean smiles.

"Hey." Sam sniffles. "You ogkay?"

"Still cold and sore beyond belief, but better." Sam coughs and Dean hears the congestion moving around his lungs.

"You catch a cold or somethin'?" Dean asks, feeling his forehead.

"*heh-heh-PSHH! hih'GSHH! HEPSHhuuh!*"

That was all the answer Dean needed.

"Hey, we made it. We're okay now. Bobby rescued us!" Dean assured. Sam nodded then sneezed again. He shivered.

"De, I'b stdill code."

Dean doesn't have much time to come up with a solution. Bobby bundles a few warm coats around them since all of the blankets and towels are being used to defrost the poor chilly boys. Sam shifts, then sniffles.

"That's better, huh?" Dean checks.

"*heh...heheh...heh'SHHH!* Ngh... Cuddhul?"

"Don't think we could be much closer baby brother," Dean explains. That doesn't stop Sam from wriggling into his brother's chest. Dean sighs, making sure the covers are secure, then hugs his brother.

"Yeah, kiddo. Let's get you warm," he agreed. Sam hummed, then coughed, then started to drift off.

"That's it Sammy. Soak up the warmth."

#supernatural fanfiction #platonic #Bobby Ex Machina #cold weather #hypothermia #brother cuddles #cold!Sam #protective!Dean #cold!Dean #protective!Sam #coldstories

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> Consult an expert

xxforsaken-angelxx uh knock knock?

centaurstechnician D—> Greetings xxforsaken-angelxx hi im eridan makara the grinmaww im fuckin doin shit i wwas told you knoww things about helm recovvery

centaurstechnician D—> I am called the Engineer D—> As it happens, I know quite a bit about the subject D—> As helm installation and maintenace was my primary focus for six sweeps D—> And the rehabilitation of uninstalled helms the last four

xxforsaken-angelxx ok cool so youre just a funky miracle man

centaurstechnician D—> If it pleases you to phrase it that way

xxforsaken-angelxx no i mean it thats more rehab wwork than anyone here has

centaurstechnician D—> Indeed, do you know how much of their physique is compromised by the biowire’s intrusion? D—> As well it w001d be helpfoal to know how long they have been filly on life support

xxforsaken-angelxx purportedly the biowire aint fuckin wwith anythin an theyvve been there bout fifty swweeps, on full life support for a lotta that

centaurstechnician D—> According to whom? D—> Helms are %tremely bad at self reporting D—> And technicians are apt to overlook anything which does not interfere with the job D—> But assuming all you are dealing with is musc001ature atrophy, and not compromised limb function due to %cessive scarring and nerve damage D—> The I have a regimin of physical therepy %ercises to deal with each stage of recovery D—> As well as diet suggestions. D—> It will take them an amount of time to adjust to taking food by mouth again, and you will want to start with liquids, though a high protein diet rich in calories is imperative to recovery D—> I also suggest that perminant ports be replaced with silicone seating for comfort while moving and laying in any position

xxforsaken-angelxx according to the techs but thats fuckin useful shit

centaurstechnician D—> Are they currently on broad spectrum antibiotics and antivirals? D—> Restarting the immune system is an entire process involving transfusions and system boosters D—> They abso100tely will find their body treating every new thing as a possible intruder once it begins to ramp up D—> So you will need to watch for anaphylaxis, and have epinephrine ready, as well as simpler antihistamines and steriods

xxforsaken-angelxx youre a fuckin useful bitch yknoww that like i knoww wwere prepped for that one but youre less dodgy than the clowwn nurses

centaurstechnician D—> I am nothing if not usefoal D—> Helping to rehabilitate helms legally and freely is a dream > centaursTechnician has sent file exercise&diet.zip D—> My notes

xxforsaken-angelxx *hell* yes

centaurstechnician D—> I understand the subject is entering this affair willingly? D—> There may come a point, more quickly, or further along, where they grow tired of constantly struggling to do normal activites. D—> I have found a simple and uncomplicated short term and long term reward system helps with motivation, as long as you are entirely transparent about your motivations

xxforsaken-angelxx yeah they apparently wwould really like this to be a thing, so but tell me more about that?

centaurstechnician D—> Between keeping a private journal that remains private, and finding out what motivates them, new books? Food? Food is quite popular with psions in general because of their abnormally high caloric needs.

xxforsaken-angelxx i cant evven guess wwhat theyd like but wwe wwill cross that bridge wwhen wwe get there

centaurstechnician D—> once off the automatic regulation of blood sugar by the life support systems, many psions have reported feeling like they are constantly hungry, so food as a short term treat rarely goes wrong

xxforsaken-angelxx noted

centaurstechnician D—> feel free to contact me with any further questions

xxforsaken-angelxx actually heres one wwhat do you do like speech wwise

centaurstechnician D—> Are the vocal chords damaged? D—> If the voice is damaged, cybershades or glasses present an alternative to communication while strength and dexterity is being rebuilt in the hands

xxforsaken-angelxx theyvve refused to talk their wwhole service so i mean i fuckin assume an wwhat the fuck is a cybershades

centaurstechnician D—> It may be a form of protest, specifically. D—> Ah, hm > centaursTechnician has sent file cybershades.pdf D—> I apologize for the slightly rough instructions, this was pulled from a site where they discuss building one from cheap and spare parts D—> But it should still be usefoal D—> They are shades that present a HUD display of a computer interface, and work via a touch contact neural transmitter. D—> They can be both single or paired with a other device for increased computing power.

xxforsaken-angelxx ...thats cool as all shit

centaurstechnician D—> They are invaluable for giving some freedoms to those who have trouble communicating D—> And also for using your computing devices on then fly

xxforsaken-angelxx i wwould FUCKIN imagine

centaurstechnician D—> Language

xxforsaken-angelxx im a clowwn if i dont swwear then i shrivvel up like an unwwatered plant

centaurstechnician D—> I suppose if it is medically necessary I shall allow it

xxforsaken-angelxx i kneww youd understand

centaurstechnician D—> Of course D—> Let me know if there are any other pieces of equipment you need schematics for or questions I can answer

xxforsaken-angelxx one more thing any tips on like keepin someone not horrifically bored wwhen they wwont tell you wwhat they like

centaurstechnician D—> Give them the resources to seek their own entertainment. D—> Remember that they are probably very angry about the fate that was handed them D—> However they choose to express that anger is the only act of will they have taken for themselves from the shambles left to them of their abillity to act D—> You are not entitled to know anything about them D—> Give them the shades, allow them to order and ask for things on their own terms D—> They can find their own way. D—> As long as things are available to them if they choose.

xxforsaken-angelxx mm that makes sense not wwhat nymede wwants to hear though

centaurstechnician D—> There are many realities of dealing with people on the other side of a system you have benefitted from which are.. difficolt by nature

xxforsaken-angelxx shes been havvin a rough time wwith it but its easier wwhen i like fuckin knoww wwhat else to tell her to do

centaurstechnician D—> Feel free to direct her to me as well, if I can help, I will D—> I have been tasked with restoring Goldwave, as well D—> So I do have familiarity with the particulars of the implants used.

xxforsaken-angelxx yeah good fuckin point just might do that ...on a scale a one to ten howw much of a bitch is he to deal wwith

centaurstechnician D—> I believe he is doing his best to behave D—> Although I personally find him enjoyable enough. D—> perhaps a six, a nine if you are not me.

xxforsaken-angelxx thats about wwhat i thought but also i dont knoww howw the fuck you like him

centaurstechnician D—> My Red’s pale would rate him a twelve I’m certain

xxforsaken-angelxx ha

centaurstechnician D—> I quite enjoy his quick wit, and Strength of personality and determination

xxforsaken-angelxx i mean thats one fuckin wway to put it ...youre also wwith the serial killer bitch or somethin though so i dunno

centaurstechnician D—> I am Vriska’s moirail, yes. Ive known her since we were wrigglers

xxforsaken-angelxx im sure theres somethin there for you but i only knoww her for a lotta felonies so its questionable to me

centaurstechnician D—> I am curious about what intellegence about those procedings youve managed to gather

xxforsaken-angelxx not fuckin much i knoww there wwas a lotta murder an some fuckers head got stolen an our one heiress aligned ship that got ovver to the scene fuckin hated it uh she used transportalizer tech wwe dont havve

centaurstechnician D—> I apologize for my little prank with the letter, also

xxforsaken-angelxx OH YEAH THAT BITCH

centaurstechnician D—> :) D—> I’m told she killed every coolblood in the station

xxforsaken-angelxx yeah that she did fuckin brutally

centaurstechnician D—> There is nothing I can say which will lessen the impact of her chosen methodology D—> And I am not going to attempt to. D—> I’m curious, though, Grinmaw D—-> How many people have you killed?

xxforsaken-angelxx none zero none people

centaurstechnician D—> We have the privilege of having that in common, then

xxforsaken-angelxx not the up close vviolence type myself

centaurstechnician D—> Do you prefer a hands off approach, then? xxforsaken-angelxx eh, kinda im supposed to knoww wwar strategy type stuff an i like studyin it but right noww if i havve to actually use it then thatd be a bad sign to say the least centaurstechnician D—> I sincerely hope that your hands can stay clean.

xxforsaken-angelxx nice a you you too though centaurstechnician D—> Thank you

#ooc #logs.txt #this is a bunch of medical talk vis a vis helms #nothing nasty in particular but #thats the content warning its a bunch of medical talk about helms

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