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civilight-eterna · 7 months ago

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Fanfic Writing Questions

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Looks like 17, incidentally my lucky number!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

204,980 so far!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now, Arknights. If Ex Astris gets any more content though I'll probably lunge for it again. I'm also always open to writing Vocaloid stuff even though I'm a little embarrassed looking back at some of my earlier works. I don't write for RWBY or Danganronpa anymore. I've been kinda hurt by people in those fandoms and I'm baby (or was baby) so it kinda killed my heart for it.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1. From Hell to the Moon - 953 kudos My gigantic Touko/Komaru fic from back when Ultra Despair Girls had me in an absolute chokehold. I still love them but I kinda fell off from updating because I got a lot of comments like 'ughh i'm so sad this will never get updated' and the pressure got to me. 2. Between the Li[n]es - 425 kudos Another one I left on a massive cliffhanger for Danganronpa V3, my Miu/Kokichi/K1-B0 fic. I appreciate the support it received so much. I do enjoy writing robot sex. I fell off of updating because I made a friend in the fandom that kinned Kokichi pretty hard and seemed to feel like he was a much 'softer boi' than the way I wrote him and implied that my Kokichi was OOC and even though I didn't really believe it...well, you become your actions, so, by kind of, tolerating their interpretation it kind of neutered my own. We haven't talked in years. Sometimes I think about writing a quickie update chapter but I'm too into my other writing. As one comment put it: "came to nut, stayed for the feels", so I felt pretty damn good about the naughty scenes in this one. One of the more vulgar things I've published.

3. Other Side - 288 kudos My first fic for the RWBY fandom! I wrote it right after the Weiss trailer came out and we knew nothing, so a lot of the story is nothing like how the characters act now. I look back on it pretty fondly because it got me out of a pretty bad writing rut, but it's kinda bittersweet because I've moved on from RWBY. Still a sucker for Ruby/Weiss and I was overjoyed when Ice Queendom came out and gave them some spotlight. 4. Amor fati - 188 kudos My beloved golden child chenmiya fic. It makes me so happy to see this one climbing high into the list even though it's the most recent. A lot of tender love and care went into writing this and reading this is the key to my heart. Nothing excites me more than comments on this or any of my other chenmiya fics. It's basically my love letter to the ship. 5. Secondhand Smoke - 177 kudos One of my early entries into the ~problematic yuri~ genre from when Cinder/Ruby from RWBY had me by the throat. I got a lot of much-appreciated appreciation for writing these two and I remember this being the year that a bunch of my artist friends drew me Cinder/Ruby for my birthday! I'd never had anything like that happen before and I felt so loved.

5. Do you respond to comments? Sometimes! If you leave a lengthy comment I try to at least pop in and cry about how much it means to me haha.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Sour Grapes, easily. But is anyone surprised?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Definitely dodecatheon meadia. If ever I've written something I can consider to have a true fairytale ending, this is the one. This one really healed my heart too! I felt like I had a real fire under me while writing it and these girls have deeply affected me. I don't want to say too too much about it since some people are very likely still finishing the game. But it's also a new feeling to be the first fic in a tag!

8. Do you get hate on fics? Thankfully not really.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yeah, I sure do, almost exclusively-but I tend to have myself in this hostage situation of, "please make a 50k-100k epic to perfectly justify the characters having sex" that I occasionally escape containment from. I've gotten a little better at just laying the foundations quickly and getting to what I like to write, but it can still be a struggle because I get a little perfectionist with it. Which is funny because to me the 'perfect' smut doesn't exist, and it's made 'perfect' through the imperfections. I think the little bumps and hiccups and misunderstandings along the way are a lot more compelling to me than having everything go without a hitch, but there's definitely exceptions and different circumstances! Like when that's a big part of the story-like a character really really in control for another character's safety. When I write robot sex or medfet there tends to be a bit more detail about the safety side of things because I like to take the reader through the experience of safety too. I never turn right to the camera and go 'and now the safe way to do it is x' but I rely on the characters to express their expertise to each other, and their reassurance, and for the trust of the other character to speak for itself. haha, i rambled.

this is why for the lin/chen/amiya bondage i'm working on writing that i have a notebook with several pages of questions that lin goes through before tying people up. things like 'if you start to cry, does that mean you need to stop, or is that just what you need?'

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not really, the only one I've kind of written was the Ex Astris/Arknights one in dodecatheon meadia, based lightly off the fact that the games did a collab and I wanted to acknowledge them with the outfits of those girls from another world that they didn't quite get to know.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Oh, just once. But it was SO long ago and the person was pretty young I think and they were ashamed and took it down right away, so live and let live.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Some kind folks translated Sour Grapes into Chinese! I asked them for a link to where it ended up but I don't think they totally understood what I was asking. I was flattered nonetheless.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, I haven't. I do a lot of rping though still, though less publicly than I used to. I think if I co-wrote anything and published it it would have to be with @lanymme because she's my most trusted peer! When we talk about writing things and whenever she gives me feedback, she is so kind and spirited about it in a way that pushes me to do my best. Her encouragement is truly so earnest and even though I can be a little protective of my writing she has a really nice way about her of discussing how to make it stronger without making me ever feel like I'm not 'enough' as an author. I can't overstate how much I value her companionship; as an editor and a good friend and just lovely person overall. And when she leaves huge comments on my fics spotting all the little painstaking details I put in and mentioning them-what better satisfaction can there be as a writer? I always intend to do the same back but I am always just so floored and wiped out by the quality of her writing that I atomize before I can form cohesive thoughts. It just makes it all the more impressive that she can put together a fucking. bibliography of the story's moments and her reactions. So lanymme I hope you know how much I adore your style. /)///(\

14. What's your all time favorite ship? Chenmiya. I sort of felt inklings of it all throughout the beginning of the story and then chapters 7 and 8 sealed my coffin shut. Amiya sort of represents, I think, the idealism that Ch'en had wanted to believe in growing up. The world was really cruel and Ch'en adapted in her own ways, but she...rejects Amiya a bit because I feel like in her heart she can't let herself get too attached. She knows-or thinks she knows-that Amiya will lose hope and she'll feel that heartbreak all over. But slowly, her optimism and continued efforts to just...keep going, in a world that is cold, a world that shows her cruelty-it reaches Ch'en. And even though Ch'en puts up her front at first, Amiya's ultra-high empathy helps her understand who Ch'en really is, and she has the maturity to not begrudge her for the way she's processed things up to the events of chapter 7 and 8. As she puts it, "I saw the color of her heart", when talking about how Ch'en interacted with the kids in the slums that didn't have anyone else. And then she launches a rescue for Ch'en, and ends up so linked up with her memories and emotions that she just like. Becomes the other half of her soul in that fight. Amiya arrives with her optimism and hopes on the sheer chance that Ch'en is still alive and still needs her help and goes up the tower alone to find her and she does even against all odds. She talks about how she wants to cry when she sees her. In Ch'en's hour of need, Amiya arrives carrying the hopes of what she wanted to be herself, and they fight a battle where they are alone, saving each other, promising each other that they can do it, and they come out alive.

There are so, so so many more details about them. Ch'en's wishes for Amiya to call her by first name in a closer way, the way that Amiya shyly, obstinately continues to add some form of honorific for her. The way Ch'en inherited her abusive father's rhetoric and echoed his lines to Amiya to try to get her to distance herself from her in the beginning, only to apologize at the top of the tower and tell her she wishes she'd met her earlier.

But the main thing I always think about, at the top of the tower, is where black-snake-controlled Talulah puts Amiya in a prison of fire specifically to goad Ch'en. She wraps her in flames and says "I wonder how her melting flesh will smell"/something akin to that and Ch'en loses her mind and yells as her to "don't touch her!" and says "I'm the one you want, let her go!" etc., you know, all the good shit. So my interpretation of the scene is this: since the black snake can't make Talulah do something she doesn't actually want to do, I've always felt that the feelings behind that scene were of Talulah wanting someone close to her to really, truly understand how it feels to lose someone you love, and she saw Amiya to Ch'en as being someone analogous to what Alina was to herself. I think even if you read Ch'en's feelings for Amiya as non-romantic, Amiya was still so so dearly important to her to make her react that way, and that the black snake being cruel enough to try to leverage their relationship to, ultimately, kill Ch'en, who was Talulah's last tether to not losing control of herself fully-was so outrageously heinous. Ch'en could have killed herself trying to get Amiya out, which would have been what the black snake wanted most of all, since it couldn't quite urge Talulah to kill Ch'en directly, and it would have done so by preying on both Talulah's love/sorrow for Alina and Ch'en's love for Amiya.

scrolling up and seeing the wall of text i wrote and. yeah. there's still so much more.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Between the Li[e]s. Danganronpa fandom just hurts too much.

16. What are your writing strengths? Aside from dialogue, I think my other big strength is that I'm not afraid to write what I want even if and especially if it's fucked up. I also feel like another strength of mine is that the characters will take over for me, and get me to write them truly as they are without letting me change them. Even if that results in me writing things I'm very embarrassed and shy about writing.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I lack discipline. I need to get myself consistently writing more, but it's hard for me to make time to do it.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I don't tend to do more than a few phrases, and only then if it's a character's native language and I want them to call someone a cute nickname or something.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Princess Tutu. I was 13. it was the 4th of July. I was supposed to be in bed asleep. But I was using the string lights illumination to light up my journal and it was then for the very first time I felt the feeling of realizing that I could make anything happen that I wanted.

It was not very good at all! But I treasure the memories of having boundless energy to write with because I was just so excited to see something become real from something that had only till then been inside of me.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

dodecatheon meadia. maybe it's surprising because it's not one of my headliner chenmiya fics, but-it's a secret chenmiya fic if you squint!

and honestly even though the story of ex astris is a little patchy at times, by the end you feel just...gripped by the world building and by yan and vi in particular. so i remember writing for them, desperate to see the happiest ending i could make, weaving it in with the canon with as many of my favorite details as possible, and it felt so good. i wrote pretty much nonstop for a week straight and finished it. the feeling of just-DYING to write was burning under my skin after finishing the game and the satisfaction of finishing the fic was magical, even if it came with the usual...idk, 'fanfic post-partum' of sending your writing out into the world when it's all done.

tagging: @lanymme, @annierosaart, and anyone else who wants to do it!

#bunny talk #about me

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arlecchno · 2 years ago

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IM SO GLAD YOURE ALSO LOVING SUMMERS FIC IM LIKE ACTUALLY SO IN LOVE WITH IT (insert me going batshit insane) alsooo do look forward to more stupid banter in the middle of supposedly serious situations , they are the best and there are more . stan mcs little water creations tbh

bleh , honestly all my other writing works are old and i think pretty shitty at this point but i can link you to some if you really want (or i could write you a short story / drabble , i feel like thatd be less embarrassing on my part lmao , lmk if you want that) about my games though ... 1 2 3(WIP) the first two are well over a year old now , plus primarily unedited , so dont mind any possible grammar mistakes or generally terrible story flow (i swear ive gotten better since these 😰) and the third was also created last year (for a school project) , im slooowly chipping away at finishing the code haha ...

I ACTUALLY COMMENT ON MY OWN DOCS AS WELL !!! there arent much of them because .. well i havent wrote much outside of my private dms LOL

i also think it is insanely fun to comment on my own work

aand ive contacted my friends (aka my two and only true loves /p /hj) about the kinnie thing .. and one of them sent me this to fill out

youre not wrong actually haha , am i that easy to read ?

im an ambivert , i dont like seeking out social interaction irl unless its one of my close friends or im just that bored , but i do get really loud / energetic when i am comfortable (i think you can tell that by how much goddamn energy i put into these asks) but my "social battery" still drains relatively fast i cant handle people very well lmao honestly , my and cynos reasoning for making our terrible jokes align a bit , although most people (apart from my irl friends apparently ???) dont find me intimidating , my main motivation when i slip in puns is to get people to laugh at how terrible they are , because im well aware theyre pretty bad (or all my friends just have the same broken sense of humor i do) . but yeah , i guess now theres two people on my genshin kin list now why do i kin both of the artificial humans in the game -

lets play a game where we ask eachother random questions , so its easier to end things off lol , got a window in your room ? if so , rate the view it has !

- jellyfish

yes the summers fic is so good thank you very much for recommending me it 😖🫶

AND YOOO THOSE GAMES ARE CUTE HAHA i liked nel and akira!!! also impressive how you did 2/3 of them in scratch,, i've had very little experience with it from like a few years back when i took a computing class and damn was it hard as hell 😵‍💫😵‍💫 so kudos to you man

glad i'm not the only one who comments on my own fics on docs LMAO and like you said, it's insanely fun!!!

the way that you're technically all of the above in the bingo 😭😭😭 and that drawing is sooo pretty!£8483£!!£! is that you or an oc of yours? (either way i've been eyeing it ever since i started typing here, hehe)

sooo i basically predicted what you're like irl?

i think for the most part it's because i'm a bit similar to you in some sort of ways, i'm only ever close with my closest friends and can get tired by interacting with people sometimes 😞 but the downside is that everyone finds me scary HAHA 😭😭 my friends had told me a bunch of times on how intimidating i look, when i really just have a normal expression on my face... apparently they said i always look like i have murder on my mind 🚶‍♀️

you now have another addition to the kin list, congrats 🤗

GREAT GAME!!! i do have a window in my room but it doesn't really have a great view... i'm currently living in a shitty apartment for the time being and the only thing i see from the window of my room is my neighbour's unit from my apartment complex 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ so i'd probably give it a 3/10 T-T

now, a question for you! what's the most silliest thing that you currently own? (it can be a purchased item, a gift you got, etc)

hope you're having a great day jellyfish ^^

#h answers #jellyfish <3

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handcoversheart-76 · 4 years ago

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omg top 5 fav characters?

characters of all TIME? OH LORD UM I'm stretching this to ten because I am a god and I do what I want <3

1. tony stark : smart, rich, sassy white man, big time fuck boy, dilf vibes at the end, hes my primo type of MAN

2. spencer reid : smart, small, bi, needs a hug and probably a hospital visit because they keep TRYING TO KILL HIM. LEAVE HIM BE!

3. eliot spencer : imprints HARD and loves people with his WHOLE body. literally will protect his family from any danger and hates it when he can't :( copped two amazing ppl who love him for HIM 💫

4. five : tired grumpy old man who just wants some coffee and to save his family. literally that is it. sometimes he'll murder some people and that is 💫 cool 💫

5. lance mcclain : long long sigh. happy carefree goofy secretly smart baby who JUST wanted to see space and now he's fighting a War. he hides his pain behind his smile and it makes me :(

6. rapunzel : was abused and LIED to for her whole life yet somehow managed to keep her inner light AND stand up to her mother. miss badass princess I Love you <333

7. hiccup haddock : can't kill dragons but CAN ride them <3333 also has the BIGGEST heart and is a FUCKING DORK ! I LOVE him

8. steve harrington : literally just doesn't know how to stop loving people. collects children on the daily and loves them all with his whole soul. has a gay bestfriend and would die for her. I kin him <3

9. miles morales : MY SUNFLOWERR! sometimes I'll be sad and then think: miles is out there, and then I'll just :D

10. leo valdez : yet again, hides all his pain behind a smile, doesn't think he's important but things WOULD fall apart without him and he's so talented and powerful and SMART UGH.

#sorry sapphire u did NOT ask for all this but <3 idc #literally this is very telling about my personality Huh.#yeah yeah this is also my kin list how embarrassing.#honorable mentions include: blake from cm. everyone from sense8 and julie molina DUH #asks

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wulfstarbane · 2 years ago

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𓃢 🦴Greetings!🦴 𓃢

So like I have no idea how this works but hello ⁉️⁉️

I go by StarBane on here, I’m still figuring stuff out BUT. Here’s my lil about me thingy because yeah.

Don’t expect me to be active here, just testing different social media platforms out!

BYF!!

Please ofc read my DNI before you follow. I am darkkin, and do follow some satanic related beliefs. I sometimes do negative rants and vents, but nothing hugely around the topic of SH or $€w€r$lid€. I am also a minor, under the age of 16. If you are uncomfortable with these, don’t follow!

Therian identities:

•Coyote (psychological/questioning spiritual

Otherkin identities:

Zombie dog (spiritual/psychological), White werewolf (still sorta questioning identity as a whole)

Fictionkin identites:

Vanny (fnaf), Bonnie (fnaf), Huggy Wuggy (Poppy playtime) +questioning more

Otherhearted identities:

Cat (all breeds/types)

⚠️DNI LIST⚠️

•basic DNI, aka racist/homophobic/transphobic/abelist, ect

•K*nnies. Copinglinks+synpaths are fine!!

•Lesbian boys/gay girls

•people who kin IRL people (factkin)

•ZOOPHILES.

•ANYBODY, AND I MEAN ANYBODY WHO IS A MODERATOR/SUPPORTER OF THERIAN GUIDE OR A LYCANTHEORY FAN/FOLLOWER. I never want to interact with you guys again.

•Wild.Banjo supporters. We all know what she did and yet we pretend to forget about it.

•Opal.n.friends fans are cool, just please don’t talk about him here cause I ain’t the biggest fan of him.

•anti-Neopronoun OR harmful neopronoun user (Ex; BLM/BLMSELF, drug/drugself)

•Don’t talk about christianity on my page please. I’m fine with y’all following, but don’t do that dumb “God loves you, turn to him before it’s too late 🥺❤️✝️” shit.

•talking about weed/marijuana/any drug usage on my page

•People who are strongly against SFW petplay OR regression, or say that it does not exist. If you don’t like petplay I’m fine with that, but if you don’t like regression then FUCK OFF!

•people who mock harmless coping mechanisms

•NSFW accs (which I doubt any will be on here but- ya know. Gotta play it safe👍)

•POSER THERIANS!! Ya’ll make our community look like shit. Being a therian is NOT about masks and tails and running on all 4’s.

•Greymuzzles who mock/tease the newer/younger members of the community

•those who say therianthropy is a coping mechanism, or a disorder. It makes me uncomfortable and strongly invalidates us.

•those who invalidate other peoples therianthropic experiences

•Cavetown listeners.. (/j, Idc if you like his music lmao)

•people who misuse, mock, or OVERUSE tone indicators (ex; “LOL I will bite you! /j /lh /hj /pos /nsx /f�� OR “tone indicators are stupid. /srs”)

•Openly talking about disorders on my page. NOT saying that people WITH disorders can’t interact, I’m saying that I don’t know how to respond to it when talked about. Hope ya’ll can understand!!

•endosystems/people who fake disorders. Aka abelism.. it’s just wrong lmao. I was stupid and genuinely thought I had disorders before without doing barley any research. I’m embarrassed to even think about it. Just- don’t 💀👍

•fake claimers/reality checkers

•against safe cropping and docking with dogs/supports obesity in dogs

•ANTI-abortion. Idc what you say, it’s a clump of cells. Fuck off

•openly venting to me or others with no permission what so ever.. it’s weird and can make us all uncomfortable

✅please interact!!✅

•Therians, otherkin, furries, ect!

•Stranger things or Heartstopper fans! Stranger Things currently being one of my hyperfixations el em ay oh :)

•Fnaf fans, Poppy playtime fans, or really any video game fans!

•so called “Cringe” people. Cringe culture is DEAD!

•2010’s otherkins!! Ya know.. pre-TikTok online therian community :)

•FELLOW TEEN WEREWOLVES!! 𓃦

•basically everyone who isn’t apart of something on my DNI!

Idrk know what to say next help.

Have a good day/night I guess! :)

#therianthropy #therian #otherkin #alterhuman #werewolf #werewolfkin #coyotekin #therians #therian community

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mango-writes-with-ink · 4 years ago

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Hello ! I was wondering if I could request eli Clark x reader. Uh smut or angst if you’re comfortable with that. Fem reader preferably.

Of course! Lucky for you, Eli happens to be a big comfort character for me- he is Lowkey situated on the kin list too 😳

I’ll do a lil bit of smutty angst fo todae, as a painful treat!

Warnings: Angst, slight n/sfw themes, slightly chubby Eli! Bottom Eli, friends with benefits :(

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Never be her.

The feeling of Eli’s body beneath her was a breath of fresh air. His softer frame pulled flush against her chest as he panted and moaned into her neck, hiding his flushed face.

She wished it could stay like this. His body so close to hers, the sound of skin on skin as she dropped her core onto him again and again. A slow rhythm she had figured out through their various sexcapades.

Though this time, she held more... feelings. Confusing feelings, but feelings nonetheless.

She knew it was stupid, falling for someone who was only using her as a means of reliving something that never was- using her as a distraction. It was mutual however, then both consenting to the terms of being ‘friends with benefits’. But she just never realized how heartbreaking it could be.

Each moan of her name brought reality crashing down onto her- vaguely ruining the tempo her hips had created to make the masked man below her shiver in pleasure. ‘Was she the only sexual partner he’d had besides his fiancé? Was she the only one not to see his true face?’ She couldn’t help but think, her sinful ministrations slowing as she felt his hot seed within herself.

As they both got dressed and cleaned up, she paused to take in him. The way his brown locks stuck to his forehead, drenched in either sweat or sex she couldn’t tell. She watched as he pat the table in front of him lightly, looking for his gloves. Eli prayed for a moment to his deity before turning to her general direction. He was perfect to her.

But she was not perfect for him.

“Um- thank you, I really appreciate it...” Eli began, tightening the belt portion of his robes- he had always been so flustered after sex, no matter how many times he had seen her naked or covered in sexual substances. “I’ll take my leave now..”

As he began to head to the door, he felt a grip on his shirt sleeve, not tight. It was a loose grip, halfhearted and with no real energy behind it.

“Please stay...” she whispered, so bold as to look directly at the back of his head, waiting for him to turn around to face her. But he never did.

“I must get going, I’m sorry...” he wasn’t. He was uncomfortable, she concluded. And she was the reason.

“Oh I’m- i- it was stupid I’m sorry” she stuttered, tripping over her words in embarrassment.

His arm slipped from her grip, and similarly, Eli slipped from her room.

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//HERES this! It’s sorta kinda bad I’m sorry :,) but I hope you enjoy? :,) also I’m sorry I didn’t know if you wanted hc or a scenario so I - yeah..

#idv x reader #identity v x reader #eli clark #idv imagines

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bucksblr · 4 years ago

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tagged by @leonzhng thanks for making me dig through my most embarrassing crushes 😭✋

i’ll tag @highwarlockkareena @yibobibo @lan-xichens @purplexedhuman @aheartfullofjolllly @lanzhansmiles @nyx4 i feel like i tag you guys in everything i am so sorry please ignore this if u don’t wanna do it !!

putting this under a read more for reasons

MEN 2010 – 2016

literally nothing more embarrassing than falling on the same type of white man over and over again (with the exception of minho from shinee bless his heart)

tommy joe ratliff → he was the bass player for adam lambert during his glamnation era (think of songs like for your entertainment and if i had you) idk why exactly i liked him so much but i just did.... however i searched him up again quite recently and found out he’s one of those republicans that says the dumbest shit on twitter so Big Yikes

harry styles → “baby you light up my world like nobody else, the way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed, and when you smile at the ground it ain’t hard to tell...” and BOOM 13-year-old me was sold for well over two years

louis tomlinson → basically i liked harry most until around 2013 when for some reason i started to like him a little less, and i got more focused on louis tomlinson, and although i didn’t like one direction anymore louis tomlinson always had a special place in my heart

ashton irwin → so ashton is 5sos’ drummer, i discovered 5sos through one direction & i stanned them until late 2014

harries twins → the harries twins (jack & finn) are basically the reason i started spending a lot of time on youtube, they were funny and pretty and they just had good videos in general, so for almost two years i’d watch their content regularly

choi minho → my first steps into kpop happened bc i was watching videos on youtube (most probably the harries twins) and suddenly i saw the sherlock mv in my recommended videos so i clicked on it and then 14-year-old me proceeded to fall for minho like an idiot

brooks twins → still youtubers, the brooks twins were 3/5 of the janoskians (jai & luke brooks, beau brooks, daniel sahyounie, & james yammouni), an australian youtube comedy group that was active from 2011-2018 though i was only around from 2012-2014 (when jai brooks was dating ariana grande)

jc caylen → surprise! another youtuber! jc caylen was part of o2l (our2ndlife) a youtube collaboration channel on which each of the 6 members posted videos on a certain day in the week (mondays with connor, tuesdays with ricky, wednesdays with sam, thursdays with jc, fridays with trevi (my 2nd favorite member bc she participated on the x factor), saturdays with ricardo, and then they had surprise sundays every week) and i remember how much joy jc & the others always brought me with their silly videos

misha collins → up next, you might know him as the gay angel that was sent to superhell after confessing his love to the homophobic hunter on supernatural, it’s misha collins! basically misha was a huge source of comfort for me, and i even went around calling myself emmisha for almost two full years (cringe)

henrik holm → he played even bech naesheim in skam and my crush on him reached that level of ridiculousness where i actually tried my hand at learning norwegian (i can only remember how to introduce myself and some curse words i would make a great first impression on him)

MEN 2016 – 2021

min yoongi → okay so my baby steps into kpop happened through shinee’s sherlock, but i only got really invested when yoongi dropped agust d 1 because Holy Fuck y’know??

kim namjoon → oh man i remember thinking namjoon was cute and a very good leader and then BAM he dressed like THAT at the 2016 mma’s and i fell in love. hard

park seojoon → i started liking park seojoon whilst i was watching hwarang (you guessed it, i watched it bc of taehyung), although he wasn’t my favorite character by far, but he was very silly off camera & i liked that (i’m not that into him anymore tho </3)

kim seokjin → OH BOY LET ME TELL U i liked seokjin from the very beginning (i got to know bts in late 2014) and i always liked seeing him perform and be himself and god once i realized i had a crush on him it just hit me like a mf truck, and he’s still one of my favorite people to this day

jung hoseok → god fake love era hoseok really hits different.... also yes i know i have all of bts’ hyung line on my list BUT bts was a really big part of my life for almost 6 years soooo honestly they deserve it i still think they’re great guys

choi san → when ateez made their debut in 2018 i immediately fell in love with san, he was such an amazing dancer and he captivated me right from the very beginning, to this day he’s still my bias in ateez uwu

xiao zhan → AND THEN, OCTOBER OF 2019 HAPPENS AND I WATCH CQL AND... i fall in love with xiao zhan, something i’d never expected would happen bc when i watched cql for the first time i wasn’t as invested in the story, but i really really really liked xiao zhan and one thing led to another and now here i am as a xfx

wang yibo → the thing is, i’ve known yibo since eoeo except i didn’t know cql yibo was uniq yibo (bc i’d forgotten his name) and when i looked it up i can tell you my jaw dropped to the floor bc holy shit????? also he is very silly and i love him loads ok

lee minho → ah, the man who has been my skz bias since 2018, not only is minho my bias i also kin him (there’s a lot of aspects of myself that i see in minho and vice versa) and he’s very comforting to me

bang chan → honestly, it was only a matter of time before i’d fall for bang chan, i knew the moment i got into skz again that i’d start biasing him and, well, here i am, double biasing chan & minho

WOMEN

this list is shorter bc i’ve in general always had less crushes on women than on men??? blame society forcing me into thinking i was straight for a LONG time

ariana grande → remember the 2011 layout of twitter?? where u could not only have an icon and a header, but also a background and ur twitter page was smack in the center of ur screen with the big ugly menu bar at the top??? yeah ariana grande was always my background for my l*rr* st*l*n*s*n layouts

perrie edwards → this was right around the time she was dating zayn & little mix was breaking out into the spotlight, yeah i just really loved her

andrea russett → okay so remember o2l?? andrea russett was kian’s girlfriend for a pretty long time and they always did videos together and i always thought she was super pretty

lily collins → maybe i don’t like clary in tmi all that much but i sure liked the way lily collins looked

alona tal → MY BISEXUAL AWAKENING, it’s only when i saw alona tal in spn that i realized, fuck i might be gay

park jihyo → i discovered twice (my 2nd jype group after day6) through the like ooh-ahh mv and red-haired jihyo really did something to my heart (i just rewatched it and god zombie bang chan is so mf cute)

kim jisoo → when bp made their square two comeback i was immediately smitten for red-haired jisoo in playing with fire, it’s also when i realized she was my bias out of the four members

shin ryujin → the reason that i have blue hair is partially bc of ryujin and her amazing intro in wannabe :D

xuan lu → her portrayal of jiang yanli was SO ON POINT and she’s just such a kindhearted wonderful person wow i want her hand in marriage

lee yoobin → god i’ve known dreamcatcher from back when they were still called minx and ever since i’ve always looked at dami that bit more than the rest, i was also able to see dreamcatcher live in october of 2019 and the whole experience was just so amazing !!

FICTIONAL CHARACTERS

there’s a whole lot more than just these 10 but i wanted to fit the evolution into one (1) slide as best as i could lmao

peter pan → this movie came out in 2003 (?) and he’s honestly the first fictional character i remember ever having a crush on

legolas → i was really doubting between placing haldir or legolas here but i only really got a vague haldir obsession when i was like 14

zuko → LOOK. ZUKO IN ATLA? HOT. ZUKO IN LOK? HOT EVEN IF HE’S AN OLD MAN.

will turner → man was annoying sometimes but i really liked him and his relationship with elizabeth was cute

jo harvelle → gosh i can’t believe she’s the only female character in here???? yeah she was one of my two spn faves and i’ll never forgive the screenwriters for the way they killed her off

castiel → does your fave ever get sent to super hell for being gay? no? well. mine did

kili → fili and kili’s storyline tore my heart out, spit on it, and then laughed straight in my face, KILI WAS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE DWARF

howl → i only watched this movie for the first time in 2020 so i kinda fucked up the tl cause i watched cql in 2019 but shh, anyways howl with his blonde hair was good looking but howl with his black hair just hits differently. i want a howl

lan jingyi → MY BABY BOY, TINIE LITTLE BABIE WHOMST I MUST PROTECT ok no but seriously this kid. i love him a lot

mu qing → BARK BARK. that’s all (that’s not all i love him a whole lot and it hurts me to see so many people misunderstand his character and only see the bad parts of him when they can forgive others for fucking up (eg. xie lian himself & feng xin) but bc mu qing doesn’t deal well with emotions suddenly he’s the bad guy??? i s2g if ppl are gonna do to him what they did to jiang cheng in the tgcf la i will RIOT)

#thanks for the tag hanyi my hands hurt now </3 #tag game

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officialleotolstoy · 4 years ago

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Oh Dolokhov/Hélène Brainrot We’re Really In It Now, aka Dolokhov/Hélène playlist annotations!

I stole several songs from a playlist my friends have and I’m not gonna put those on this list, I won’t pretend I came up with those

The ship playlists (since they aren’t for canon couples) are very much based on my headcanons. We don’t get to see them interact literally ever so I’ve just extrapolated what I can. Several of these songs are at least alluding to sex, I don’t really think they actually slept together for various reasons I can enumerate if someone asks, but it’s more about the vibes of the song.

Casual Affair - Panic! At The Disco

It’s literally in the title. Bestie how much more explanation do you need? I don’t even like this song but it’s got the right energy

Those Nights - Bastille

“Aren’t we all just looking for a little bit of hope these days? Looking for somebody you can wake up with?”

Being drawn to each other because of mutual loneliness is a Thing in my interpretation of their relationship, and this hits the nail on the head.

But It’s Better If You Do - Panic! At The Disco

“Praying for love and paying in naïveté”

Again, mutual loneliness and desperation for anything resembling love. Also the “isn’t this exactly where you like me” bit fits because they won’t admit to liking each other outside of their weird intimate moments.

Hurricane - Panic! At The Disco

“Drop our anchors in a storm”

The circumstances of their lives arent super fun at the moment so they find refuge in each other but in a very weird kind of unhealthy way! “We are a hurricane” sort of alludes to knowing that you’re causing problems/your relationship isn’t great.

Almost (Sweet Music) - Hozier

“I’m almost me again, she’s almost you”

It’s about not really being In Love but kind of convincing yourself you are because it makes you feel better in the circumstances. I don’t think either of them were fully into their relationship for various reasons. Not as in they didn’t want the other, more that they were both too aware it would never work for long.

Hall & Oates - Satchmode

“I want to be in love again, with you”

This one’s about wanting the idea of love and companionship more than you actually like the other person, which I feel like kind of fits. This song is framed as one person in love with the other and one hesitating, but i think this works for both of them to hesitate.

Feel Something - Jaymes Young

“Touch me, someone, I’m too young to feel so numb”

The I have tried like six times and I can’t word why I think this song works. I don’t even like it, I skip it every time, but I think it’s got something to do with loneliness and desperation for love driving them to look for it in places they wouldn’t normally? Who knows. Send me an ask if u do.

Another Place - Bastille

“Don’t make promises to me that you’re gonna break”

They could never actually be together for SO many reasons and I think they’re both pretty aware of that. They have no desire to pretend that their relationship is anything other than what it is (“we only ever wanted one thing from this”).

When You Were Young - The Killers

“You sit there in your heartache, waiting on some beautiful boy to save you”

I do not think Hélène expected Dolokhkov to save her from anything except maybe monotony and loneliness, but this song slaps and if I can stretch the lyrics to work, I will

broken - lovelytheband

“I could be lonely with you”

Almost every song on here (including this one) is just. We’re messed up and I know we won’t really find love in each other but we might find solace for a while and be less lonely so uhhhhh wanna kiss me or what

Bleed Magic - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

“You stand up, stand up, before I drag you down”

They are NOT good for each other! Toxic relationships uwu

Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

I believe in bi4bi Hélène/Dolokhov

Enemy Fire - Bea Miller

“Sweet words from a serpent’s tongue”

This song is kinda complicated and parts of it don’t fit but the energy of “everything sucks including you but at least we can hide from the suckiness together” is sorta there. Originally I just added it for the soldier vibes because I was testing out songs but I realized i can fit some of the lyrics so on the playlist it goes

Angel of the Small Death and the Codeine Scene - Hozier

“Her sweetened breath and her tongue so mean”

They are horrible and cold to each other as a love language. This song is essentially just “Wow my evil scary gf is so hot” and you’re right Fyodor. She is.

Shut Up and Dance - WALK THE MOON

I won’t lie this one’s mostly a joke, I just think the vibes of telling someone to shut up as (maybe because) you’re falling in love with them is Dolokhov/Hélène energy. Ignore all the parts about wanting to be with her forever and her being his destiny that is not why I added it.

Lone Ranger - Rachel Platten

“I’m just gonna leave, ‘cause baby I’m a lone ranger”

I do not think Dolokhov was intending to stay with her forever at all. Very rude of him. However, she probably also knew it wouldn’t last forever, she’s not stupid.

House of Memories - Panic! At The Disco

“Promise me a place in your house of memories”

This is very much post-duel, their relationship has fizzled out but it was pretty important (do I mean emotionally or to the plot? I’ll never tell) and deserves to be remembered.

American Beauty/American Psycho - Fall Out Boy

“I’m the best worst thing that hasn’t happened to you yet”

SO MANY of these lyrics are so good for them like. Hélène’s beautiful Dolokhov’s a psycho... “you take the full truth and you pour some out” can you imagine them being open and honest with each other? Yeah, me neither. “We were pity sex” They were just sad and lonely! That was what allowed anything to happen at all in my head (not sex but bear with me it’s not my fault those are the lyrics). “All those dirty thoughts of me, they were never yours to keep” because Hélène is married to someone else, they really have no right to think of each other that way.

Sk8er Boi - Avril Lavigne

“He wasn’t good enough for her”

UNIRONICALLY THIS SONG. Hélène’s complaints about Dolokhov staying with them are just the quoted lyric. “They had a problem with his baggy clothes” yeah Dolokhov’s not as rich and bougie and the rest of them and he’s certainly rough around the edges. And then the skater boy ending with a successful music career vs Dolokhov ending with a successful military career and a great reputation and both the women in the songs having sad endings...I’m not wrong.

Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet - Fall Out Boy

“Does your husband know the way that the sunshine gleams from your wedding band?”

The affair vibes. The AFFAIR VIBES. And the concept of “I will never end up like him [the husband]/ behind my back I already am” in reference to using Hélène and deciding he hates her right after deciding she’s hot...okay! I see you kinning Pierre, Dolokhov. You ARE being just like her husband :/

You Give Love A Bad Name - Bon Jovi

“Shot through the heart and you’re to blame”

This is just Dolokhov’s massive I Hate Women monologue condensed. Stop blaming beautiful women for YOUR attraction to them maybe 🔫

Death Valley - Fall Out Boy

“Don’t take love off the table yet”

This is not a table sex joke this is not a table sex joke this is not a table sex joke this is n-

I didnt add it for that reason it was about a vibe but then. I realized. Now the original reason doesn’t even matter.

Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner - Fall Out Boy

“I’ll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake”

Tell me the quoted lyric does not SCREAM Hélène/Dolokhov. You can’t. Also “I’ll weigh you down I’ll watch you choke/You look so good in blue” really captures hatred as a love language.

This is Love - Air Traffic Controller

Ok I stole this from my friends’ playlist but I did want to explain it because it’s not JUST Dolokhov and Hélène in my mind. The whole jealous fool second verse gives me Pierre around the duel energy as well

Bad Boy - Cascada

“Be my weekend lover but don’t be my friend”

Bernie Sanders voice I am once again asking you to hear me out about the unironic meme songs on my War and Peace character playlists. It’s got the refusal to admit that she actually likes hanging out with him down. The line “after some time you just pushed me aside” referring to Dolokhov teasing Pierre about their affair because he got bored. “I dont need you in my life again”...YEAH I’m fairly sure they dont interact in canon again after that.

Hayloft - Mother Mother

“My daddy’s got a gun”

This song started playing on accident once when I was listening to this playlist and I was like huh. It fits though. The gun thing is twofold: 1) Though he is not her father, Pierre does have a gun in the duel and 2) I think Vassily would happily shoot Dolokhov for his relationships with Vassily’s kids. It’s also just the general forbidden love vibes mixed with the violence vibes.

affection - BETWEEN FRIENDS

“I’m looking for affection in all the wrong places and we’ll keep falling on each other to fill the empty spaces”

Have I been clear enough about my thesis that their relationship is based in mutual loneliness? Also, I like the acknowledgment that this is in fact the wrong place. I think they’re both very aware of that.

Walk Away - Franz Ferdinand

“Yes I’m cold but not as cold as you are”

This song is for them post-duel. Especially the “I cannot stand to see those eyes as apologies may rise/I must be strong, stay an unbeliever” because 1) I hear the word eyes, I think of Dolokhov and 2) I think she’s too smart to believe any apology he would give her, she knows he doesn’t really mean it. The song kinda reads as someone trying to convince themselves they’re happy that the relationship is over, which I think is definitely what happens for both of them.

Van Horn - Saint Motel

“Tell me do you hate me? Or do you wanna date me?”

Obsessed with the dynamic of “I like you but that’s embarrassing for both of us I’m gonna act like I hate you instead”

#war and peace #helene kuragina #fedya dolokhov #my post #w&p playlists #helenkhov #is that their ship name??? idk #someone tell me what it is ill owe u my life

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xthexrawringx20sx · 4 years ago

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who are your comfort characters? wanna talk about them for a bit? :)

oh my god thank you so much!!!!! i actually went to my computer so i can type better/faster with shaky hands lol

added a read more because it’s long

tw for: hallucinations/delusions, idk what else let me know if i need to tag it!

okay so...some of these are because i’m a dumb kinnie but yeah lmao

uh. basically the entire avengers group, but specifically the first movie time period. yknow the fanfictions about them all living in the same place and clint climbing around the vents and thor eating poptarts? yeah, that kind. kinda cringy but i used to vividly daydream living there and them all being my friends.

in a similar note, the most popular creepypastas that were involved in the “slender mansion” type of fanfic/headcanons are also super comforting! i used to imagine that ticci toby, ben drowned, and jeff the killer were all like. my best friends and we’d have huge cuddle piles or whatever lmao

the grunkles from gravity falls! i’m a dipper kin so i guess that makes sense, but even before i knew that they were super comforting. stan because he’s grumpy but still cares about his family, and also just...how easily he accepted people into his family (like when it shows how/why he offered wendy a job, soos, etc). ford because he’s weird!! and everyone’s pretty cool with that! honestly everyone in that show is comforting because they’re weird and it’s okay! seeing how he’d be so involved with whatever dipper was obsessed with made me so happy.

also winnie the pooh! it reminds me of when i was a kid and had sleepovers with my nanny (grandma) because i moved schools a lot and was bullied constantly so i never really had any friends. we’d watch winnie the pooh, chitty chitty bang bang, milo and otis, and sometimes random movies with jackie chan/abbott and costello/elvis because they were her favorite. also mary poppins! i remember she’d let me stay up late and watch whatever i wanted as long as i didn’t tell my parents about some of the games she played on her computer. that was my favorite, because i could watch adult swim and teen titans and goosebumps without getting in trouble

anya from anya’s ghost! i’ve mentioned this before, but she is such a big comfort to me. her negative body image, developing bad habits just to fit in, and forcing herself to change to just...disappear/be “normal” is so relatable. especially when she talks about how her mom is an immigrant from russia and she’s trying to leave all that behind. i really relate to that because that’s something i’ve experienced a lot and felt so alone with it (my mom + grandma are from germany). that distance from who you are, knowing almost nothing about your family, is hard. i’d hear classmates list off family members who were some of the first europeans in america, then i’d be able to back 1-2 generations to say something about germany, and on my dad’s side irish and native american. but that was it! and everyone on both sides of my family know almost nothing about our family past that because here it was a reason to be bullied or hurt. kids would joke that i was from space, or that i was a robot or a bad person and i was “hiding” stuff about my family. i dealt with horrible jokes about world war two. and once i read that book, i cried knowing that someone else understood. someone else felt alone, like that part of them that was supposed to be so important was just...gone. that someone else knew their parents + their siblings, their grandparents, and nothing else.

all of welcome to nightvale. all kin stuff aside, this is about the weirdness and how normal it is. but also, how janice is treated specifically. in old oak doors, when kevin is telling her dad about how they’ll basically “fix her” so she can walk, he tells him that she doesn’t need to be fixed. all my life, any sort of disability has been viewed as either my fault or something that needs to be fixed. my parents tried everything to cure my diabetes, and it eventually led to them blaming me for it at parts of my life where i was still coming to terms with it. i wasn’t diagnosed with anything for most of my life, my mom genuinely thought my scoliosis just “went away” along with asthma. disability was a bad word in my family, and still is. if i can’t fix the issue, i’m supposed to hide it/act like everyone else. they shame me when i can’t do a bunch of things because of my legs or back. they tell me every way i can fix it, even if those things will cause me more pain and suffering. it’s nice to see someone’s disability treated like a part of them, and not something that needs curing.

dan torrance from the shining/doctor sleep. especially doctor sleep. i know they’re not hallucinations, but when i saw it i just...felt so much for him. i’ve tried a lot of things to get rid of hallucinations. some of which i still struggle with. i kind of sometimes imagine him telling me that it’s okay, that they might seem real but that i’m in control even when it doesn’t feel like it. the part of the movies where he locks them in boxes? that’s one of my coping skills. it doesn’t always work but it makes me feel better when it does. i can’t always convince myself they’re not real. that’s the hardest part, so many of the advice i see involving hallucinations/delusions is making yourself believe they’re fake. but i can’t always do that! like right now, i know logically what is outside shouldn’t be there. but they’re there, they’re big and scary and very real. it helps to feel like someone’s there telling me “it’s okay, we’ve seen scarier and can make it through this”. not anything like “it’s in your head”, “they’re not real”, etc because they are and it makes me feel like i can’t trust people when they do that randomly.

that’s all i can think of right now, thank you so much it helps me a ton to just ramble like this! sorry it’s so long and probably a little embarrassing...have a wonderful day/night!!

#thank you!#hallucinations #tw hallucinations #tw delusions #tw psychosis #psychosis tw #i think that's all?#comfort characters #asks

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disembodiedapparition · 4 years ago

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Masterpiece

"Hello, everyone," Gerard Way began, his shifty hazel eyes darting through the crowd with nervousness, searching for a familiar face in the ocean of the inquisitive audience. "I'm here today to inaugurate this majestic gallery, which, admittedly, consists of a few of my own works" — a laugh reverberated like a ripple through the audience — "but also beautiful pieces from tons of other talented artists, like Kurt Cobain, Ray Toro, Bert McCracken..." he mindlessly listed off.

He had been coerced into "opening" for the gallery, the organizers clearly not caring about his tendency to stutter, or his crippling anxiety — "You're popular," they had reasoned. "Everyone will love you anyway."

So here he was, having around sixty simultaneous panic attacks, cheesily introducing their display of swirls and colors as the crowd scrutinized and judged his every move. As you can tell, Gerard was having the time of his life.

As he rambled on about the hard work and effort and time that everyone had put into the gallery — it's not like anyone really cared; it had become a mere formality at this point — his eyes stealthily raked over the crowd, scanning the variety of expressions on people's faces; boredom, interest, restlessness, a couple of eager relatives who were hoping their kin would be mentioned — you know, the average. Everyone at art galleries were just naturally boring, he reasoned. It was sort of a given that anyone who actually wanted to spend a good three hours just walking around and staring at brush strokes was.

His eyes suddenly landed on a young scruffy man standing apart from the crowd in total contrast; unlike the formally dressed men and women, who were clad in suits and dresses, he was wearing worn ripped jeans, muddy brown converse that had been defaced with black sharpie, and a tattered black hoodie — and Gerard wondered what someone like him was doing at some sort of fancy art convention like this.

He concluded his monotonous speech (which had surprisingly only gone on for ten minutes; really, it had felt like ages) and stepped down from the podium, as the crowd applauded, actually seeming like they'd enjoyed his half-hearted monologue; further confirmed by one of the managers patting him on the back and telling him that he'd done a great job. Gerard, however, was not focusing on the meaningless validation he was being showered with; instead choosing to occupy his thoughts with that of the young man who'd been staring at one of his comic book displays in the little corner in the back of the room.

Yeah, Gerard did comics too, and today was one of those rare events in which the managers had allowed him to put them up for display (after literally hours of persuasion, but whatever). They were in the back corner, where they wouldn't ruin the whole "abstract art" vibe they had going on, but still there, and that made him very happy — despite the fact that barely anyone ever spared a glance for the tiny superhero-themed stand in the dark shadows of the room.

He pushed his way through the chaotic swarms of art critics and interviewers, all flocking to congratulate one of the alternative scene's most popular artists — he wished he was liked solely for his artwork, but everyone knew his soft hazel eyes and fluffy black hair had a little to do with it as well; although he couldn't understand what was really attractive about him, as such. All he really did before leaving the house was brush his long fingers through his loose hair, pull on an Iron Maiden shirt or something, and yank on a (probably unwashed) pair of unfashionably faded denims — yet everyone claimed that he was an artist, he was only expressing himself.

He was making a statement.

Really, the press overanalyzed the hell out of everything he did — he could blink, and the press would conjure something up about how he closed his eyes to avoid the harsh reality of the dying earth, but opened them again to show bravery, or some bullshit like that.

Gerard finally got through the ocean of scrambling reporters and fans when one of his equally well-known peers caught the media's eyes, and they all rushed over to the latter; Gerard shot him a look of pity before wrapping his suit tighter around his chest, furtively scrambling to get near the enigmatic stranger. Which was quite funny, considering it was usually the other way round — with fans and paparazzi rushing for a photo with him, or an autograph, or a quote they could slap on the cover of their magazine.

"Hey, dude," he awkwardly started, causing the stranger to lightly choke on his coffee and whip around, his eyes settling in relief and mild irritation at the sight of the harmless looking artist who'd been on stage merely minutes ago.

"Oh my god, man, you scared me," he laughed, breathing deeply. His voice sounded playful, and his eyes were a cocoa brown, with tinges of eyeliner coating his thick lashes — Gerard immediately liked him.

"Sorry!" Gerard replied with a giggle, before pausing, rocking back and forth on his toes. "So, um, how do you feel about these..." he gesticulated erratically at the graphic novels lain open on the plastic table.

"The comics?" the tattooed man asked, scratching the back of his neck. "Dude, they were rad! I totally need to find this, uh—" he stole a glance at the cover of one of the issues. "Gerard Way guy."

Which totally made Gerard smile; he never really got any feedback on his books, apart from semi-interested kids, who'd been dragged along by their parents, flipping through the pages. An actual person who thought his comics were half-decent would be an angel in his eyes, to tell the truth — yeah, he was that thirsty for validation.

"Here he is," he laughed, as the guest's eyes widened and a light blush erupted on his freckled cheeks.

"Oh damn — that sounded stupid."

Gerard immediately shook the suggestion off, a wide grin overtaking his features.

"No really — it's fine. I'm so glad you like them, usually no one really bothers with this little stand in the first place." The stranger hummed, smiling at the illustrations on one of the pages.

"I usually don't bother with art galleries in general," the man admitted. "I mean, they're mostly filled with pretentious people trying to sell some blue blob in the midst of black smudged paint under the pretext of "deep thoughts", and a bunch of gullible, mainstream, rich people too focused on staying with everyone else that they can't understand that they're literally paying thousands for shit their kindergartener could do."

And Gerard couldn't help but choke as he realized that that was actually a perfect description of more than a few of the "abstract" paintings hung up in this place.

The man took a breath, looking at the snorting black haired man in front of him with a grin.

"Never seen comics at one though. I'll have to check out more of these places."

"Dude, are you not seeing how my managers attempted to completely hide the very existence of these things at a place as respectable as this?" Gerard chuckled. "Literally — they're actually so embarrassed that I insisted on keeping them here, a bunch of lowly comic books at their high and mighty art gallery — they probably wouldn't even be here if it weren't for the fact that I'm kind of the only reason half these people showed up."

Gerard realized his last few words sounded mildly egoistic, relieved when he noted that his new companion didn't seem to mind much, in contrast actually nodding along with him.

"Yeah, I bet at least half the girls are here because of you," he winked, causing Gerard's lips to round into a surprised O, shaking his head before a throaty laugh escaped his throat.

"Wha- no! They're not — they don't—"

The stranger burst out into peals of laughter at Gerard's flustered state, as Gerard slowly realized he didn't even know the dude's name.

"What's your name anyway?" he questioned, a grin tugging on his lips.

"Frank," he replied, while Gerard just laughed again at the contrast — the guy had such a childlike personality, yet he was called one of the most serious names in history, Frank — honestly, he was beginning to think someone had spiked one of the drinks he'd had tonight. Since when did he laugh so much?

Maybe it's because you're not hanging out with some boring wannabe Da Vinci for once, his subconscious told him, and Gerard proceeded to ignore that suggestion, and stick with his spiked drink theory.

#gerard way #frank iero #my chem #fanfiction #writers on Tumblr #short story #fiction #my chemical romance #mcr #mcr fanfiction

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imaginetonyandbucky · 5 years ago

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Cheesy One Liners

For the prompt: Imagine Tony walking up to Bucky in a bar and saying the most cheesy pick-up line ever in a jokingly flirty way, and Bucky likes it (and him) and flirts back seriously. (no powers au)

As Tony walked back around the bar from the bathroom, his eyes caught on a man sitting by himself, staring down at his glass like he was looking for answers in the alcohol. He looked melancholy, like he had just heard some bad news or was gearing himself up to give some. Tony caught Rhodey’s eyes from across the bar, held up a finger, and mouthed one minute. He slid into the seat next to the man and said, “Hey there, handsome. Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?”

The man looked up, surprised, and Tony felt his heart do a little flip, a little oh hey, as the man’s blue-grey eyes warmed and his lips quirked. “Well, if you feel like you need to make another lap, I’d hate to see you go, but,” the man bit his lip and looked Tony up and down, “I’d love to watch you leave.”

Tony laughed, delighted. He’d hoped to at least get the man to crack a smile, but he never expected him to play along. “Well, in that case, I’ll be right back,” he said with a wink. He slid off the barstool and crossed the bar to where Rhodey was waiting in a booth for him, feeling the heat of the man’s eyes on him the whole way. He leaned over the table both so that Rhodey could hear him over the loud music but also to make sure he gave the man a good view. “Rhodey, platypus, darling, can I have fifteen minutes to talk to the dreamboat at the bar? I think I really like this one.”

“Seriously? You said like, one thing to him.” Rhodey leaned around Tony to get a look at the guy and raised his eyebrows. “Alright, yeah, I get it. Fine. You have fifteen minutes and if you’re not back here I’m going to join you and start telling him embarrassing stories about you from college. I will be the opposite of a wingman, I will be an anchor man, making sure you crash and burn. I did not meet you here at this ridiculous bar to drink by myself.”

“Excuse you, it’s not ridiculous, it’s trendy.” But it was a ridiculous bar, some kind of silly gimmicky nonsense that would be popular for a month then they’d shut down, renovate, and reopen under a new name. This one seemed like it was an homage to the Great Gatsby or something; one of the bartenders was wearing a flapper dress and the decorator had put up Art Deco accent pieces like they’d been working on commission. Tony went back to the bar and sat back down. “Sorry about that,” he said. “I needed to ask my friend if I left my heart at the table, because when I sat down next to you I realized I had lost it.”

That surprised a laugh out of the man, and Tony had to grin because the man had a beautiful smile. Well, he looked like he had a beautiful everything, from the strong, long fingers cradling his glass to the shoulders stretching the material of his button down shirt. The man turned in his seat so he could face Tony and said, “What’s your name, beautiful? I need to know what my next of kin should say when the paramedics ask for cause of death.”

“Tony,” he said, holding out his hand.

Instead of shaking it, the man took it and pressed a kiss to Tony’s knuckles. “Please, call me James.”

Tony felt a thrill zip in his veins at the contact, and he knew he was staring at James’ mouth but he couldn’t help it. “Tell me, James, are you professionally sexy, or is it just a hobby? Because unless you have a permit, I might need to speak to the owner of this bar about you exceeding the recommended safety level of hotness.”

James smirked, his eyes alight with mischief, his earlier melancholy chased away. “Before you went to go talk to your friend, I was going to ask you if you were lost. We’re a little far from heaven to have an angel like you walking around and breaking peoples’ hearts.”

“Ooh, you’re good,” Tony breathed. James was still holding his hand, his thumb running over Tony’s knuckles, an absent gesture that was having the effect of focusing Tony’s attention completely on that single point of contact. “Can I take a picture of you so I can show Santa what I want for Christmas?”

“Only if you let me buy you a drink. Suddenly I’m feeling terribly thirsty and would you look at that,” James drained the rest of his glass and held it up, all without letting go of Tony’s hand, “my drink is empty.”

Tony made a show of thinking about it; he had a mostly full glass of beer at the table. But on the far side of the bar there was a dance floor, and the DJ was playing something low and plaintive with a lot of saxophone. “How about a dance instead?”

“My pleasure,” James said, pulling out his wallet and tucking some money under his empty glass. Sliding off the stool, he squeezed Tony’s hand as he stood as well. “If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?”

“Of course,” Tony said as James pulled him to the dance floor. “But as long as I’m holding you, I won’t hold a grudge.”

“Just as long as you don’t leave yet,” James said, using his grip on Tony’s hand to spin him once before pulling him in close. “I don’t want to get kicked out of Paradise before I have a chance to hold you in my arms,” he added, and despite the smile that hadn’t left his face since Tony sat down, James sounded completely serious.

Tony took a deep, shivery breath when he felt James’ chest brush his. “I like your shirt,” Tony said, running his hands up James’ arms before looping them around his neck. “What’s it made of? Boyfriend material?”

“For you, it could be.” James put his hands on Tony’s waist and pulled him close as they swayed together to the beat. Tony got goosebumps as his shirt rode up and he felt James’ hands brush his bare skin, and for a hot, breathless moment his stomach swooped and he wished James would keep going, would slide his hands inside Tony’s shirt and rest them against his back, stroke along the divot of his spine. He was so surprised by the intensity of the desire that he lost the thread of conversation. Thankfully, James seemed content to sway to the music, resting his cheek against Tony’s temple.

“Your friend is looking at us and tapping his watch,” James murmured as the first song ended and the DJ seamlessly switched to another one, this one with plaintive violins and a piano. “Does that mean we are out of time?”

“Yeah,” Tony sighed. He turned his head to rest his forehead against James’ neck for a moment before taking a step back. “I’m turning back into a pumpkin.” They dropped their hands and as they made their way to the edge of the dance floor, Tony made a show of checking his pockets. “Could you call my phone for me?” he asked, batting his eyes at James. “I can’t seem to find it.”

“Of course, darling.” Tony gave him his number and watched as James saved it under Tony and put a heart eyes emoji next to it.

As he dialed Tony’s number, Tony’s phone buzzed in his pocket. “Oh, I guess I had it the whole time. It must be the way you make the rest of the world disappear that made me forget.”

James’ hand came up to cup Tony’s jaw, thumb resting on Tony’s chin. “Can I kiss you?”

Tony waited a beat for the punchline, but when James waited, eyes steady on his, Tony realized he was serious. Heart pounding, he said, “Please,” and held his breath when James dipped his head. He pressed a kiss to the corner of Tony’s mouth, then his top lip, before tilting his head and covering Tony’s mouth with his own.

“Wow, you really are good,” Tony managed. He didn’t realize he had closed his eyes until he opened them as James pulled away.

“Oh, I don’t know about all that, but I’ll definitely do my best for you.” James ran his thumb over Tony’s bottom lip, then kissed him again before his hand fell away. James walked him back to Rhodey’s table, hand at the small of his back, and Tony felt himself blushing furiously. “Call me?”

“I will,” Tony promised, and he’d never meant anything more in his entire life. James offered him one more smile before he left, and Tony watched him leave the bar before sitting down heavily in the chair, air leaving him with a whoosh. “Holy shit.”

Rhodey raised his eyebrows. “You look like you got hit by a bus.”

“A devastatingly sexy, funny, sweet bus.” He pulled out his phone and stared at the number in his missed calls list. “How soon is too soon to text someone for a date?”

***

A few weeks later, James was thrusting lazily against Tony, spooned up behind him in a tangle of sheets, setting a deep, steady rhythm that was slowly driving Tony out of his mind. James kissed the back of his neck and ran a hand up Tony’s side to press a thumb under his shoulder blade. “What happened to your wings, angel? Did you lose them when you fell from heaven?”

“I met a silver-tongued devil that tempted me to sin,” Tony said with a smile, turning so he could capture James’ mouth with a kiss.

“Lucky devil,” James murmured against his lips.

#prompt fill #tony stark #Bucky Barnes #tony x bucky #winteriron #dracusfyre #no powers au #meet cute

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Darksiders Arthurian Tales Revisited

Chapter 25: Little Light of Love

Death and Morgen ignore the comment and the trip continues on as normal. The guard takes the time to whisper under his breath. Nergal sees him do so, but can't figure out what he said. He still keeps his eyes peeled on the man as they ride on. Arn is just admiring his knife now that it's sharpened as Esmie gives him a gentle ruffling of the hair. After some time, Death sees the token has reached their destination. From there the carriage stops near the front of the village. A few of the folk around are a bit concerned when the occupants each come out. Mostly towards Death and Nergal. Arn gets some suspicious stares but nothing too serious. Esmie takes him off to the side to avoid the staring a bit and he accidentally bumps into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you...okay?", Arn stammered as he focused on the lass in front of him.

"Yes I'm fine, no harm done.", She said waving it off.

Arn couldn't help but stare as he took in her features from her nut brown hair rolling down her shoulders, her wolf-like ears, and her tan complexion reminded him of the girls back home in Spain. What captivated him the most was her eyes that shined like fresh polished jade.

Course he was thrusted back to reality when she questioned him, "Um, everything alright?"

Arn cleared his throat before he answered, "Um uh, yeah. Yes. Everything is fine."

"You're new around here aren't you? I've never seen you before.", She asked quizzically

"Yes I am new." He responded nervously

"You got a name?" She inquired.

"Uh..Arn, and you are?"

"Anna. It's a pleasure to meet you." She said with a smile.

Arn stood awkwardly for a moment before she spoke

"You know this village has a few sights, if you want I can show you around."

"I..um, I kinda..." Arn tries to say only for Esmie to encourage him to accept.

"Ok" being Arn's response.

"Great. My shift ends late this afternoon, where would you like me to meet you?" She asks him.

"That carriage I arrived in would do I guess." Arn said after looking around.

"Alright. I'll see you then." She says happily before waving to him.

"See ya then." Arn muttered embarrassed before Esmie hugged him elated with her son's little date.

With that Anna hurries off blushing hard whilst Arn follows his Mother in the opposite direction. Being nervous as all hell and blushing just as much as Anna. Morgen happened to notice it and makes a note to allow him the time to achieve this little date. Flashing a wink to Esmie as the two glance at each other briefly. With that Morgen went to the small library in the village. Death couldn't help but notice how familiar she seemed with the place.

"That was fast. Guessing you got out more than I thought."

"Not really, I just know the place from my days as a knight. Although could we keep that on the low?" Morgen whispers to him.

"Right of course."

With that Morgen began searching the small library for anything on the Dream Realm and it's magic. Suddenly a Pixie flitted right in front of her face. "I thought you looked familiar, just needed that closer look miss. You looking for anything in particular? I've saved up quite the collection of spells for you over the years in case you ever came on back."

Death watched the Pixie in suspicion as Morgen answered her, "Yes actually. You wouldn't happen to have anything on the Dream Realm and magic from it would you?"

"Hmm that's an odd request. Can't imagine why you'd need it. But I've never known ya to use any new magic without good reason. So I'll look through the collection for you. May take some time though, so feel free to come on back again later miss."

With that the Pixie whistled and more of her kin came out from various spots. From there each one set to work finding the requested items where they could. Nergal remains near the carriage, looking around as he keeps a close eye on Morgen, the guard, and Arn. He felt the boy was acting a little weird. Part of him said it was probably his teen awkwardness showing, but he wanted to be sure. The guard found Nergal being so close to be annoying, so he had to think of an excuse to get away for a short while. Nothing to arouse suspicion though, just something so mundane he may not follow him.

"Ah this trip was a long one. Need to take a piss, and stretch my legs a bit." He said hoping that would deter Nergal from following.

Nergal just nods and places a tracking spell on him. One that tracks where he goes and can listen in on what he says.

The man finds a bathroom area to use and also calls someone with a crystal in his ear, "We've arrived. Be here before we leave."

Nergal hears every word through his spell however, no matter how brief he kept it, "That's right you fool. Now I have a reason to crush you."

He walks over to the guard as he's leaving the toilets and places a strange nightmare curse on the poor bastard. He then leaves him in a position that suggests he's high on one of the toilets. In truth he has sleep paralysis mixed with fever dream hallucinations. He ends up shitting himself as well unfortunately, as he sees everything melt and distort around him as something underneath him begins to try and devour him.

Nergal then warns Morgen through telepathy, "Careful we may have company soon."

"What sort, and how do you know this?" Morgen asks him.

"Your guard betrayed us."

"Shit. Who should we expect?" Morgen inquires.

"He didn't say. Just be safe sister, both of you."

"Thank you Nergal. Be careful about how you manage the guard." Morgen tells him.

"Hahahahaha...Don't worry. I've already taken care of him. Hahahahahaha!" Nergal informs her.

Morgen then grabs Death's arm as they walk around, "Nergal is warning us to be careful. Seems our driver was insincere and betrayed us. We should expect company soon."

"Fucking fantastic. Ok, where is that driver so I can personally see to...you know what you don't need to know the details."

"Nergal's already handled him, in quite an interesting fashion I imagine too. Given his laughter."

"H....Ah. Oh somebody bless that person." Death says suddenly feeling slightly bad for him now.

Morgen actually finds a certain path and smiles, "I know this old path, it actually leads to a favorite spot of mine. If you care to see it."

"Sure, sounds like a good idea given everything."

Morgen then leads Death down the path. At it's end is a wooded clearing with a hidden yet big cabin. Morgen checks it out and seems to get a solemn look as she runs her hand along the wood door.

Death naturally checks on her, "You alright?"

"Fine, just reminiscing. I've missed this old cabin, as me and my fellow knights often came here. I don't know if anyone is left anymore, but I'm sure they won't mind us looking around in here. Perhaps."

"I see. Well let's get inside then." Death says before looking for a way in.

Morgen however casts a brief spell before the door unlocks. She then goes inside with Death following her. There's a massive fireplace fit for cooking meals for many. Many covered yet comfy looking seats and couches that look fancy. Morgen stands in front of the fireplace and looks upon a massive portrait. She looks forlorn as she looks upon it.

"Your order I take it?" Death asks gently.

"Yes. I...don't know if...any of them are even alive anymore. I...wish I could've...said goodbye to them without a massacre.....without anyone having to die that night...." Morgen explains sadly.

Death places an arm around her, "I am sorry for that. I'm sure they were good people, especially if they served with you."

"They all were. Rogier is the older gentleman next to me. He was the closest thing to a mentor many of us had in regards to blade work. The boy next to him was his squire. I was...unable to save him. Uther butchered the boy....and I could do nothing. He was so young, I dare say he was younger than Arn."

"Oh I see. Perhaps we should find another room to occupy? That way you don't have to think about this too much."

"Right. That'd be for the best. Thank you for being understanding at least. I can hear Rogier telling me now about choosing a partner. And his often long list of requirements for any suitors sent my way." Morgen explains snickering a bit.

Death smiles a bit behind his mask and brings Morgen away from the room. Eventually the two come across a door with her name on it, and naturally they figure they'll check it out. Morgen uncovers the furniture inside, finding it untouched by any dust thanks to the covers. Death found another door that led off into stairs going down.

"Hey Morgen, where does this go?"

"Oh that? It leads to a personal bathing room. Granted it looks like a small cave in there, but I still enjoy the place. It's so quiet and private down there, and the water can either be warm or cool." Morgen tells him.

"Oh. I suppose it wouldn't hurt....to see it I guess." Death says a bit nervously.

Morgen snickers a little more and goes down the stairs. Death follows her and is slightly worried what may happen from here. Sure enough he sees what she was talking about. The entire place is covered in carved stone. Even a few stalactites and stalagmites are in the room, with holes in them for makeshift shelves.

"Ah great, this is reminding me of several things. Some good, some bad." Death admits.

"Oh my apologies." Morgen tells him.

"No problem. If you feel safe here then I'll have to feel safe here. Anyway so..who else knows about this place, that's alive at least?"

"No one I know of. Uther has never found it once. Can't imagine anyone of his loyalists ever coming across it either." Morgen tells him before deciding to see if the water system still works. Course for that test, she knows she should probably be nude.

So she goes to remove her clothing and Death immediately asks her in full surprise, "GAAAAHAH! What are you doing?!"

"Well I can't test this with clothing on now can I?" Morgen inquires sarcastically.

"A you could've at least warned me, and B you could stick your hand in it! You know, like a normal person would?"

"Since when have either of us been normal?" Morgen asks simply.

"I dunno when you were saying to that Aries fellow that you wanted a normal life? Why not start by partaking in behaviors such as, using you hand to test the water? Savvy?"

Morgen sighs with a hint of annoyance before placing her clothing that was off back on again. With that she makes her way upstairs with an ever so slight huffiness to her. Death is now very confused and wondering why she isn't just flat out telling him what's wrong.

"She does know she can just tell me what's on her mind, right? So why storm off all annoyed like I'm stupid or something? Surely I couldn't have missed something AGAIN." Death growls to himself in equal annoyance.

Then he hears a voice giving off mocking laughter, checking the water nervously he sees a green eyed reflection of himself laughing. Sure enough, Crom has come out to play again. "Wow....I'm honestly wondering....why I even bother trying...you do an AMAZING job at pushing folks away on your own.....that was TRULY BEAUTIFUL.. Hahaha."

Death tosses a rock into the water after him to shut him up, Crom just gives him an indignified look before saying, "Seriously ruining my mojo? Like you ruined her mojo? And I'm just talking to myself now, great."

"You want another rock lobbed at you?"

"So childish. Maybe you could instead think about things maturely for once?" Crom says coyly.

"One more word and I swear I'll..."

"Hear me out! Hear me out. Morgen was trying to catch your attention. She's probably in a 'certain mood' so to speak." Crom tells him.

"Get to the damn point!"

"Oh by the gods how dense are you? She's attracted to you and really wants to feel you. In MANY ways." Crom states.

"I do not want to discuss this with y.."

"I am a FERTILITY GOD. I deal with fire, sex, plants, and babies. I believe I know what I'm talking about."

"Why should I trust you? A being who JUST EARLIER TODAY possessed me?" Death inquires in a distrusting and angry tone.

"Maybe because without me helping you out in this situation you're going to get nada. Hey I pretty much feel what you feel because we share a body. And I can tell our bones have not been used in MILLENNIA. I NEED THIS! I AM A FERTILITY GOD THAT HAS NOT BEEN FERTILIZING ANY SOIL FOR YEARS! I! NEED! THIS! NOW!"

"You as always, truly disturb me. Hell how do I know you didn't enjoy LILITH?!" Death growls at him.

"Ugh...even I know when soil has been plowed too much. Not to mention...despite my mental state...I CERTAINLY WON'T STICK MY DICK IN CRAZY!"

Death then busts out laughing, "Little hypocritical for you? Don't you think?"

"Fine be that way. Have fun with her on your own."

With that Crom leaves Death alone again and Death himself heads back up after Morgen. Figuring if he's going to save her mood and perhaps make up for the blunder that was on his part, he'd better contribute somehow.

After a moment of thought he called out to her, "Water's warm, I'll be waiting. Don't want to have another hair incident."

Morgen shook her head, wondering why he thought that was supposed to improve her mood. Course Death meanwhile used the now growing steam in the room to his advantage. He gathered it around the bath itself and removed his own clothing in the meantime as he waited. Hoping she comes back down. Luckily she does so, and is pleasantly surprised by a sudden sweet smell in the air. As Death also chose to light an incense stick or two.

Morgen then hears him whisper into her ear, "Over here."

Course Morgen still can't see him, even when turning where she'd heard his voice, "So what's gotten into you this time?"

"Just thought I'd make up for my blunder earlier." He says from somewhere in the room, Morgen then hears him whisper in her ear again as he grasps a bit of hair gently, "Though you could've just told me."

Morgen turns again but is unable to see him still. Suddenly she feels his hand grasp hers and pull her in close to him. She quickly realizes he's nude and of course responds, "Well....I wouldn't say this attempt failed. That's for sure."

Morgen's just about to begin removing her clothing before a sudden heavy knocking throws them both off, "Oh COME ON."

"Of COURSE we had to get interrupted by someone." Death expresses with anger alongside her.

The two of them hear a voice they don't recognize shouting through the door, "LADY LE FAY, I AM HERE IN THE NAME OF OUR GOOD KING UTHER PENDRAGON. ON MY HONOR, I AM TO RETURN YOU TO HIM AT ONCE. YOUR COMPANION IS ALSO EXPECTED TO COME WITH US! IN CHAINS!"

"Why am I not surprised a pompous ASSHOLE is the one interrupting us?" Morgen asks herself in deep annoyance.

"Can I kill him now?"

"In time. We can't be reckless about this." Morgen says before helping Death get his clothing back on. Course she can practically feel how angry Death is on the inside. "Careful, you may add more steam to the room if you get any angrier."

"I was actually a bit excited about this I'm not going to lie. To have it FUCKED UP by this ASSHAT, is certainly going piss me off." Death tells her.

After a bit of time, Morgen came up to the door with Death. She also calls out to the man from earlier in a mix of sarcasm and rage, "To my Stepfather's oh so fucking important lackey, I would discuss this matter with you. You have NO IDEA what you've just screwed up right now. Believe me."

"Well something tells me you're whoring yourself out to a subpar organism." The man says arrogantly.

Morgen's eye actually twitches as Death growls in growing rage. He actually tells her, "Let him in, go ahead. I've got a thing or two to say as well now." Morgen then does so and Death immediately grabs the man and throws him across the room, "That's for calling me a subpar organism. I AM FAR MORE A MAN THAN YOU'LL EVER BE!"

Morgen in the meantime places a shield up to keep the other men out and asks Nergal, "Would you kindly handle these pests? They've interrupted something VERY enjoyable for Death and I. In fact we barely even got started, if at all."

"Hahahahahaha. Gladly. Do close the door while I take care of them." Is his only response before the men begin to see strange lights around them.

Death in the meantime grabs the man and punches him in the face, "And THAT'S for insulting the lady. How DARE YOU call her that?!"

"And how dare a filthy mongrel lay with a Princess?"

"Can I please kill him?" Death questions Morgen.

"You know what? Go ahead. I grow tired of his insolence." Morgen states coldly.

Realizing she's actually serious, the man actually begs for his life, "Wait my lady please! Reconsider your verdict! I uh....I can give you money...asylum...supplies...maybe find a way to get Barrcus back in your hands. Please my lady!"

"You would beg for your life on your hands and knees, to a woman whom you consider a whore? So unbecoming, and hypocritical."

"I may make your death quick, if you give us the location of where Barrcus is being held." Death expresses to the man.

"I-I-I don't know....I can find out and I will tell you! Please just let me live!"

"Who said that cowards die many deaths and brave men die only once?" Death asks.

"S-shakespeare." The man stutters out.

"Good words to live by, don't you think?"

"Wait please don't! I've cooperated!" The man pleads.

"And?"

"I t-thought you said I could live!"

"When did we make that arrangement?" Death asks.

He begins to panic and stutter badly as he looks at Morgen again. His eyes begging for mercy, like hers often did from Uther. She finally raises her hand, "Before we end you, we have a friend we'd like you to meet. Get Nergal."

Death nods and opens the door back up to see all the men have become statues made of diamond outside the cabin. He's a bit shocked, but calms his nerves enough to move aside for Nergal to enter.

"So, who's the sorry fool Uther sent after Morgen this time?" He inquires as his third eye is on full display.

"This gibbering idiot right here. We figured you'd want to talk to him, personally." Death informs him.

"I would indeed enjoy a small discussion. There anything I should know about? Any health or mental conditions?"

"Aside from obvious anxiety problems, he did call Morgen a whore. Albiet indirectly, but still." Death tells him.

"So delusions of self grandeur, how fitting. Why don't you two go back to enjoying yourselves? I'll deal with him."

"Ok then." Death expresses with a slight shudder, not wanting to know what Nergal is about to do.

Morgen doesn't either and follows Death back to the bath downstairs. Luckily the steam is still around and the incense burning. Both of them begin removing their clothes after they shut the door with magic. Morgen once she's nude searches around for Death again, who decides to play a briefer second round with her.

"Marco.", He whispers coyly in her ear.

Morgen snickers and replies, "Shouldn't I be the one saying Marco here?"

"Fuck...Polo." He says embarrassed nearby.

Morgen waits a moment and calls out after a giggle, "Marco?"

"Polo." Death whispers into her left ear with a snicker.

Morgen smirks and decides to use her feet to sweep around herself as she searches for Death. Again she calls out, "Marco."

"Polo." He says quickly to the right of her this time.

Morgen reaches out though and quickly grabs his arm, "Gotcha."

Death snickers and says, "Alright you got me, so where were we?"

He then pulls her into him again and holds onto her. He can't help but run his fingers through her hair a bit and just at the tip of his senses he catches a scent. Cautiously, he smells her hair whilst his other hand slowly runs up and down her body. He mostly explores her rear, back, and breasts though. Morgen begins gasping quietly as he explores around and blushes as he gets a whiff of her hair. Morgen brings her lips to his chin just below his mask, kissing the area gently. He then removes his mask before scooping Morgen up. She hears Death pull up a chair and feels herself being sat upon his lap. Both of her legs being placed on either side of his waist. Death then begins to sniff around her neck, then after finally getting attuned to her scent he starts to kiss her neck. Morgen begins to moan a bit now, and also begins to try and take in his own scent. Her senses aren't as strong as Death's, but she's still able to get it. Course feeling her face on his head was enough to get him going a little more. He wasn't satisfied with her neck anymore and gently brought her face down to caress it. Her eyelids flutter as he brushes her cheeks. Finally he brings her in for a sweet kiss. His free hand giving some attention to her rear with firm yet careful groping. He could feel her hands running through his hair as they kissed. Finally they broke from each other and began taking a few deep breaths. Death decided he was done with the 'formalities' and Morgen agreed with that. Death then carries her into the water and carefully begins insert himself into her. He's as careful and gentle as he can be, not wanting to hurt her after all she's been through. Morgen is also careful, as she doesn't want to cause him pain either. Course she's surprised by the feeling of a few barely noticeable ridges. As well as some slight bumps that seem to be pulsating. Each thrust is slow and deliberate, with what feels like a pulsed extension that shouldn't be possible but is. Death himself for his part noticed how tight Morgen was getting the more he continued. He couldn't tell if it was on purpose or not. Eventually after a few thrusts to help things along, he's as far inside as he'll get. Death makes sure that whilst he's using more strength to fight the water, that he's still careful with each thrust. He listens keenly as Morgen begins to moan louder, eventually screaming too. Luckily Nergal put a silencing spell on the door, so no sounds make it to him and his prisoner. Morgen eventually places both her hands on Death's chest to brace herself and match his thrusts better. Course Death is actually quite sensitive there, so it only eggs him on more. Morgen actually decides to lightly rub around his nipples as he thrusts harder and faster.

Death jolts slightly at her touch leading to Morgen asking him, "Are you...alright?"

"Fine fine...it's just that...area is a bit sensitive."

The sounds that do escape his lips, grunts, growls, and the rare quiet moan, let her know she's doing well herself. Finally they both reach their climax together, and with a final scream and loud grunt they finish. Death gently lays down into water with Morgen whilst she makes sure their finish ends up down the drain. Creating a current there until it's all the way down it. Once done, Death holds her close and leans his head back. Morgen meanwhile slowly falls asleep in his embrace, being thoroughly worn out after that.

"Gone to the moon and back, and brought back a beautiful glow." Death whispers as he lovingly strokes her.

He then hears a knock on the door upstairs, "You two finished in there by chance?"

"Yes Nergal we are. Ugh...just give us a moment." Death calls up to him. Death then goes to pull out and sees it's not as easy as he'd hoped it would be. "Ok give us a..little bit longer than a moment."

As Death is trying force himself out, Morgen wakes up still exhausted, "What...are you doing?"

"Currently trying to pull out." Death responds through gritted teeth.

Morgen decides to try and relax as best she can, which isn't easy given the fact there's an obvious knot now. Course Death isn't helping either as he's trying to essentially fight himself. Morgen eventually uses what's left of her current strength to lift herself up. Hoping to make that easier on him. She then braces herself against the sides of the bath before summoning her wings.

"Uh Morgen..be careful..your wings will be more fragile..if they're wet." Death warns her as he continues trying to force himself out of her.

"Shhh...just trust me on this. Relax yourself and I'll do so too. Once we're relaxed, I'll begin to hover and you work on pulling slowly and carefully. Sound good?"

"Ok." Death tells her before they work on this. Separating at last with a sort of 'plop' sound.

The man Nergal tortured currently has a third eye on him now. Death in the meantime decides to dress Morgen gently so that she won't wake. Once he's dressed as well, he uses a spell to dry them both off by collecting the water and tossing back into the pool. Finally he scoops up Morgen and walks upstairs with her.

Upon finding the man, Death freezes, "Uhhhhhh Nergal, what did you to him? He's just sitting there.", suddenly the man turns his head to reveal his new eye, "GAH! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!"

Nergal chuckles as Death jumps slightly, "Impressive isn't it? I made him a little more...subservient. That's all. The effects are only temporary, but they are effective for our purposes."

"Ok...but why does he have an eye on his forehead? Wouldn't that be you know...a giveaway for that? You know, like something's off because he has an eye on his forehead?"

Nergal shakes his head, "Always the worry wart. Close your eye would you please?"

The man does so and goes back to the blank staring into nothing. Death is still creeped out, then both he and Nergal realize his shouting didn't wake Morgen somehow.

"How did she not hear me?"

Nergal then examined her closely, "Please tell me you pulled out. Cause at least then I'd have a false read."

"WHAT?"

"You didn't did you? Please say you didn't finish inside her."

"LAST I CHECKED I WAS INCAPABLE OF HAVING KIDS! My daughter only exists or existed because she was born during the time of the horde's rise." Death tells him.

Nergal just facepalms, "Even if they did make you infertile, YOU HAVE A FERTILITY GOD IN YOUR MIND! Who's to say he doesn't have access to certain things within your mortal coil."

Death thinks about it for a minute and begins cursing himself in several tongues old and forgotten. All of which Nergal actually knows due to his own age.

"Watch your tongue. You'll want to keep your mouth shut if you don't want Uther finding out. Make sure to keep your mouth clean as well for the child's sake too."

"THEY'RE NOT BORN OR EVEN DEVELOPED YET!" Death shouts at him.

"Practice makes perfect."

"I HATE. YOU."

"No you don't. You have a strong dislike for me, but you don't hate me." Nergal says simply.

Death begins to pace as he tries to think of what to do. Eventually he sits down, takes a deep breath then inquires of Nergal, "If you can tell before anything has even come up, before any development has begun, could Verdak find out?"

"Verdak's a special case, he probably already knows without even needing to look upon her, or be in her presence."

"Aw shit." Death mumbles to himself.

"Yes 'Daddy Dearest' is already aware I have no doubt. The question should be, if he'll tell Uther or not."

"If he does Uther's going to explode! Even more so than before! Argh I am such an idiot! What was I thinking?!" Death yells.

"Pull yourself together man! As far as I can tell, he won't put Morgen in danger. Not after the sheep incident. And I also fear what might be happening to him."

"Wait what?"

"I've been feeling this small disturbance in the Dream Realm. Both sides are growing in power. As when one grows so does the other." Nergal admits.

"And I'm guessing that just makes things worse in this current situation?!"

"It can if we aren't mindful. For now Morgen won't be bothered as she's not that powerful. But if she's to defeat Uther, that will have to change. And with her growth, will come more dangers to her. She'll essentially become a target to Nightmares who are...far less safe and reasonable than I. They will KILL HER if given the chance. Until she gains enough power, she'll be a sitting duck. And her being with child will only make it worse if they end up with Dream Entity blood or as a Dream Entity themselves. She'll have an even bigger bullseye on her, and it won't be on her back."

"How can I keep her safe while she's growing in power? I'm not a Dream Entity myself, I can't truly fight these things. They can enter both our heads if they truly wanted." Death tells him beginning to panic slightly.

"You're going to need a prophet of Ukutome, or a disciple, someone that can channel his power." Nergal states calmly.

"Ok who the fuck is Ukutome?" Death asks still panicking.

"Easy Horseman. You'll retain more if you're calm. To start with, Ukutome is a devourer of Nightmares themselves. With the right wards, he can be alerted instantly when any dangers make themselves known. He's also devoured dark gods and goddesses that have tormented others like a Nightmare would. To alert him properly, you need a dreamcatcher. A specific one tailored by one who either worships Ukutome or serves as his current champion." Nergal explains.

Death shakes his head, "And where might I find them?"

Nergal sighs, "I do not know. The last known champion was within Arcadia."

"No....not the Arcadians..."

"No but...this one was in the area." Nergal tells him.

"They're dead, aren't they?"

"Yes, as far as I can tell. But not by Nephilim hands if it helps your conscience any." Nergal states.

Death sighs before saying, "So in other words....we're screwed?"

"Not necessarily. Barrcus is rather attuned to spiders for a simple Fae. Even a Drow isn't THAT attuned to them. Barrcus can speak to them, control their bodies, and command them to do his bidding. Something seems off about them."

"Well he did meet this spider tribe. I don't know where granted, but that's how he became so spider like as he puts it. He did that after Morgen injured him badly by what I hear." Death explains.

"Ah intriguing. I would hate to do this....but I must unfortunately go speak with this spider." Nergal tells him as he laughs nervously.

"Why are you afraid?"

"Remember, I did say he devours Nightmares. And it's NOT a painless process if you must ask. Secondly, he and my Father are....VERY MUCH ACQUAINTED. As Ukutome married one of Aries' other daughters. Hell he's the main reason why the Dream Tree is a thing still. Well...the one in the Dream Realm anyway." Nergal points out.

"So there's a possible chance you'll get eaten?"

"Yes. And for now I'd rather like to wait until we return to Titania's home before attempting this. That way I can return to a stable spot with healers close by. Although if you could get Aspen to bring herself over there it'd be appreciated." Nergal says.

"Right. Shall we head back to the carriage? Or do we still want to wait until Arn and his Mother are ready to go?"

"For the boy's mental state, we'd best wait until his date is finished. From there we can return. Besides, it gives Morgen and yourself time to relax more." Nergals tells him simply.

Death just nods and sits down on the couch he'd laid her down on. Gently caressing her face and apologizing to her softly every so often. Eventually he does fall asleep himself, with his hand on Morgen's face. Nergal then chose to head back to the carriage to check on things there. Meanwhile Arn is eagerly awaiting his date. Esmie had helped him look a bit more presentable while also making sure he wasn't going to be found out easily by anyone suspicious. She even helped him find a bouquet of flowers for the girl. A simple gift for a first date but one that's always appreciated usually. After that Esmie backed off so he could greet her in private.

Arn is extremely nervous as the sun begins to dip slowly past late noon, "Where is she?"

Finally he sees Anna running down the road to him, "Sorry Arn! Had to complete more errands than I thought."

"I'm just glad you showed." Arn told her with a smile.

"Again I'm so sorry." Anna tells him.

"It's fine truly...oh and these are for you." Arn says before revealing the bouquet behind his back.

"Wow these are amazing!", she exclaims before sniffing them.

"So...where would you like to go?"

"Oh well, my favorite place to go is in these abandoned ruins near the village. Papa always gets annoyed when I go there, but I still visit them anyway. There's so many amazing things there." Anna replies happily.

"Sounds fun. Maybe we can grab some food beforehand?" Arn inquires less nervous but still on edge.

"Oh yeah of course. Just this way is the most amazing restaurant. It's tiny, but makes great food I promise." Anna says with delight before leading him there.

Anna then wraps her arms around him, making his ears stand on end after they pop out in his surprise. Once he calms down Anna lets out a giggle. Joined by Arn's light chuckle as he began to escort her. Naturally Esmie is delighted and she smiles as Anna hugs him.

She's then surprised by Nergal, "Just so you know, once he's done we need to leave. We can't stay too much longer."

"I know I know. I'm just so happy to see him enjoying himself. Happy to see him being a young boy instead of a hardened warrior."

"Well unfortunately for the boy....the hardened warrior will need to be called upon soon." Nergal states bluntly.

Esmie sighs, wishing her precious pup had never been taken away. That he'd never been in this mess. That this fate hadn't been his own. But she also remembers that he's at least happy now. So she should try and be happy for him while he's out with Anna. Nergal notices her face and knows instantly what she's thinking. He can't feel much sympathy due to his limits, but he certainly wishes he could feel it and thus understand her feelings more.

"Sorry that brings you great pain. But a necessary evil is required." He tells her in an attempt to be more sympathetic.

The attempt isn't lost on her luckily, "You have a hard time with sympathy, don't you?"

Nergal notes her sympathetic tone and replies, "I need no pity. Emotions are often lost on me yes, but that's only because I cannot feel them. At least not with ease like anyone else can. I wish I could do so, but I cannot. I can't even fake them. Yes a truly tragic tale."

Esmie notes his effort at humor and offers a simple giggle for him, "You at least try, most cannot even be bothered to do so anymore. Especially in my line of work. You learn to keep your emotions in check, as otherwise your heart will keep breaking. Or you'll just be devastated by every horrible thing that happens to those around you, to those under you despite your best efforts."

Nergal nods in agreement before saying, "I'd like to hear the tale. If you're willing to share it now."

"The tale that is my life? Very well if you insist. May pass the time anyway." Esmie replies simply.

From there Esmie begins to recount her life's story. How she grew up a poor woman with a dream of earning great wealth. After many years of hardship her dream warped into her founding the Bounding Bunny, her own tavern and inn. Course as time went on she began to bring in girls from all walks of life to work for her so they could live and eat at the inn. Earning their keep by working as they each saw fit. Most girls worked their nights under the sheets, whilst others simply waited on customers. Both sides however still had problems, the occasional assaults and rapes were always so heartbreaking to learn about. Not to mention how it destroyed the girls each time. Esmie however then brings up how through one demon, she found a way to fix that problem. This demon brought his friends and his friends brought theirs, pretty soon she was a bounty hunter hotspot. Not only did those boys treat her girls right, they even helped them out from time to time and protected them. The demon who brought her this fortune was named Argus. Soon enough he found the love of his life on a trip to France, a lovely werewolf named Clawdette. He even spoke about her to Esmie a few times, with great adoration and more. Suddenly they made things official and Arn came along not too long after. Esmie squees for a bit about how adorable Arn was when he was a wee pup before expressing the tragedy of how he ended up in her care. How Argus and his beloved wife died in a sudden house fire, leaving their toddler pup all alone. Esmie immediately took him in to honor her friends' memories and swore she'd do all she could for him. By raising him as her own. Unfortunately Arn would be taken away from her and put into the slave trade one day. From there Esmie admits she'd been fighting through a pit of despair and growing hopelessness as she counted the days he was gone. That even though she's found her baby boy again, she feels she failed him and his parents. She feels like he may never be like the little boy he once was ever again, or even remotely close to it.

Nergal however, has his own take on it, "Heheh..so what you're telling me is you took a poor boy in after he lost his parents? Made sure that he had someone that would love him? A Motherly figure with unconditional love and kindness to give him? You gave him hope, gave him a reason to keep his sanity. Look at him now, he's on his first date. I'm sure, that both his parents would be proud of him. And, that they would be glad for you being there to make sure this could happen. To ensure he was alright after all that suffering he went through. You did not fail him, in the slightest. If anything, you succeeded. So if may I ask, what are you?"

Esmie shook her head suddenly as she'd been in deep thought as Nergal said those kind words to her, "Oh that? Well...I'm a Werebunny. Just capable of being in a hybridesque form so to speak. And believe me, it took a LOT of time to learn how to do that."

"I can imagine given how 'horrific' wererabbits can be. Yeesh, and I thought some of the Nightmares I knew were scary. You could definitely model a few nightmares off of your kind." Nergal tells her blankly.

Esmie snickers at that before saying, "Right. Also, gracias. Thank you truly for those words amigo. Really."

Nergal nods at her, "Glad I could...part some wisdom. As my title shows hmhm..."

"Ok that...was a cheesy joke."

"Wasn't intending on it, and everyone's a critic."

Meanwhile Arn and Anna had been enjoying their dinner together. It was a bit awkward with a long silence between them before Anna finally broke it.

"So Arn uhm....where are you from?"

"Huh? You wanna know where I live?" Arn inquires a bit caught off guard.

"Well where you were born, but where you live works too silly hehehe."

Arn sighs in exasperation before saying to her, "Well...I was born in France from what Mama told me. I...remember very little about it though. Mama herself lives in Spain, and...I'm hoping to go back there soon. I've...missed the place so much."

"You've been away long?" Anna asks.

"If it's alright I would prefer not to talk about it....it's not pretty." Arn tells her sounding a bit down.

"Oh ok, I'm sorry."

"Oh no problem. Anyway....what about you Anna? Did you always live here or were you born somewhere else like I was?" Arn questions her curiously.

"I was born and raised here. Like most others in the village. Although Papa says we came from Spain."

"Really? Do you ever visit Spain? Or want to?" Arn asks her getting excited.

"I've asked Papa many times, but he always says we have no money to go there. That our lives are here. But someday, I wish to earn enough money to go there. It's my biggest dream to see Spain for myself."

"Well uhm I'm not sure where you'd go first, but I'm up on the Northern coast if you ever want to come on down. The port town I lived at is truly lively and always full of joy most days. You'd probably like it there." Arn tells her with delight.

"I can hardly wait then, ehehehe. What about you? Do you have any dreams for your future?"

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Phancy Pheromones || Morgan & Jeff

Before Miriam, before the endless night, Morgan went to Dell’s Tavern...

(pheromones were released, but no witches are harmed in the writing of this chatzy)

Morgan’s face was starting to ache from smiling at the woman in front of her, and not in a good way. Sure, she had a star-crossed not-girlfriend she would much rather be with, but that wasn’t happening at the moment. So to ease her sanity, or at least to feel less like a pining damsel, Morgan continued to swipe and chat and on occasion, even meet. Unfortunately, the meeting part tended to implode.

Morgan’s date, a barely thirty admin assistant from the university with bright curls, seemed to be feeling the foreshocks for how the night was going as well. She kept checking her phone and when, at last, it sprang to life to the tune of the FRIENDS theme, she took the call faster than Morgan could say, “No worries! Do what you need to!” When she excused herself early a minute later, Morgan let her go with the lightest, most pitiful of hugs, and turned back to her margarita, ready to dunk her face right in. Maybe she was self-sabotaging, she thought glumly. Or maybe the universe really needed to remind her that, yep, still one hundred percent cursed.

She waved at the bartender. “Hey,” she said, not even hiding her pout. “Another one please?”

Jeff had watched the failing date a little painfully. He had seen it before, and he certainly would see it again, but the second hand embarrassment was always hard to watch. He was happy, though, that it at least didn’t seem like he was going to have to step in and throw anyone out. There had been far too many ‘blink twice if you need help’ or the ‘special drink order’ in his life time. He watched as the woman took a call and as he expected, dipped out as fast as humanly possible.

He had already been making the woman another margarita before he’d been waved down for one. Jeff was not a smart man, but he knew. He placed it down in front of her, and leaned on the bar, looking at her out with a grin. “Bad night?” he asked. “That’s alright, but maybe we should be a little careful with the margs, yeah? I’m Jeff.”

Morgan welcomed the margarita with a dejected sigh and began to slurp straight from the sugar rim. “Was it that obvious?” She said, lifting her eyes to the bartender. He was one of those big, stupidly chiseled types, the kind that probably moonlit as actors or bouncers and got the best tips from sad moms who liked men. But he seemed kind, and his name lit something in the back of her mind. “Jeeeff…” It was a little name, but that big slurp of margarita made it hard to finish. “Are you Jeff with the dog Jeff? Wait, like fa--” She stopped herself and covered her drink with her hand while her brain sloshed back into the right position. “We maybe talked online Jeff. Which would be making meeting you so great if I was less of a mess right now.”

He gave her a wary smile. “Only a little. I’ve seen much fuckin’ worse, let me tell you. Before you two came in, one couple threw their drinks on each other and I had to toss them out. Totally fucking public and embarrassing.” It was true, someone had been filming. But he left that out as she said his name, and he brightened slightly when it looked like they actually knew each other. Or, well, he had talked about his dog with her, at least. “No shit?” Jeff asked. “I have a dog. Lettie. She’s a mastiff.” He grinned widely at her. “Ah, don’t fucking worry about it, no big deal. What’s your name. I talk a lot about Lettie, you know.”

Morgan smirked, a little prolonged by all the syrupy mix and tequila. “Lettie! That’s her name. I have a pet too, she goes on walks, but she’s a cat. Oh, but me. I’m Morgan,” She said. “Morgan Beck. I sell rocks to people who don’t know better and teach frat boys to like reading. You told me about your coin and about your umm…” She gestured clumsily around her back. “But like not really? You’re a very nice Jeff, but you’re also very obvious. I still bet they’re really cool though.” Brain sloshed back enough into place, she took a sip from the straw, smiling at him with her bright blue eyes.

“Morgan!” Jeff said enthusiastically. “You helped me with my fuckin’ mime problem! The coin shit worked. With the coin.” He was still going to go find that stupid ass mime and beat the shit out of it, though. For Lettie. His eyebrows furrowed slightly when she gestured to her back, unsure what she meant, before his eyes widened. “Oh fuck,” he said, leaning in slightly and lowering his voice. “You figured out I have…. Well, you know.” Jeff shrugged slightly, wincing. “We can’t, uh, fucking tell people about that. Wait. How do you know about wings? Are you a fairy?”

“JEFF!” Morgan put out a hand on his face to shush him. And in that moment of contact, she realized even his beard was ridiculously perfect, like, better product than what she used perfect. “This is you being obvious! I’m two margaritas deep and I’m not even using the...F word. And don’t your people hate that word anyway?” She looked at him incredulously, shaking her head. She took back her hand, trying not to be too obvious about giving it a sniff. Jeff’s product smell or maybe Jeff smell was...really good. “Jeff, you gotta be more careful than that. You’re way too pretty to get Warden’d-d…” Morgan waved the word away. She was confident enough he got the point.

“MORGAN!” He responded instantly, almost jumping from the sudden contact. “Ah -” Fuck. Humans and their damn body heat. Jeff was glad he had fed before this otherwise he’d be tempted to take some from Morgan. He didn’t like feeding off people he knew. At least, well, not anymore. He shook it off. “Oblivious? That’s not - oh. Yeah. Fuck, I forgot again.” He frowned. Deirdre was going to be disappointed. “I’m a little new. Sort of. And I don’t get what the big fucking deal is, it’s just a - oh. You know about Wardens?” Jeff frowned, rubbing the back of his neck slightly. “I know about Warden’s alright, don’t fuckin’ worry. They killed my father. I’m up to speed.”

“Ob-vi-ous,” Morgan sounded out the word gently, although she was no longer confident about which one she had actually said. She wondered if by ‘new’ Jeff meant that whatever he was had been freshly activated, wings and all, but it seemed rude to ask in a busy bar. “Words have power,” she said, nursing her straw some more, eyes still fixed on Jeff. He had the brightest eyes, like little blue lanterns. “But you can reclaim things for yourself, that’s a real thing,” There was a very clever and very helpful speech to accompany that, but it fell out of Morgan’s head as Jeff frowned (it was a very pretty frown) and mentioned his father. “Oh, Jeff! I’m so sorry, that’s horrible! Did someone kill them for doing it? I probably can’t do it, but someone should. Could I do something to make you feel better instead?”

Jeff looked at Morgan a little doubtfully. He wasn’t even a real fae - well, he was, and he had the fucking wings and iron allergy to prove it. But he missed the memo where they were supposed to be better than everyone else. “I don’t think so,” he said with a shrug. “I’m supposed to remember so my fair- fae friend doesn’t get upset.” He though that was a good explanation as he looked back at Morgan, before his eyebrows shot up. “Kill them? The wardens? Fuck if I know. I was only called in to identify his body - asshole listed me as next of kin or something. We weren’t closed. You don’t have to - I mean, that’s kind of fuckin’, you know, murder.” Jeff said, thinking on it. He didn’t think the rules were the same for humans, and he wasn’t especially sympathetic to people that would murder his father just because he was Fae. Maybe murder was the right answer. He shrugged it off. “You know what would make me feel better?” He said, realized that Morgan was a little sloshed. “If you let me get you a glass of water.”

“Equivalent exchange, Jeff,” Morgan said with fond patience. “And it’s different when you’re doing it for payback, or to protect someone, even if that someone’s you. There’s probably other good reasons, but I can’t think of them right now.” She laughed again, encouraging Jeff to smile. Jeff really should smile more. Morgan propped herself up on her elbows as he mentioned something to make him feel better. She looked at him eagerly. “Water! Because I’m this close to being sorority girl drunk, right? Aw, Jeff, you’re so sweet! For you, yes, I will have water. So much water. A whole pitcher if you want me to!”

“You can’t think of them because you’re drunk,” Jeff informed her, with a wry grin. He probably should have been more annoyed, but he wasn’t. He liked Morgan, she was clearly a sweet woman and wanted what was best for not only him but for others. He hoped that the shitty world would be kind to her and give her a better date the next time she went out. He held up one finger to her, to tell her to wait a second while he grabbed a glass and filled it with ice water. “If you were a drunk sorotiy girl, I’d make fuckin’ Marty deal with you. You’re my friend. Why don’t we try one glass, for now, and then we can call you a car. I’m sorry, but I need your keys too.” Jeff said sheepishly, putting the glass in front of her.

“One glass? That’s easy.” Morgan took it in hand and started to chug. She was halfway through when Jeff asked for her keys. She put the glass down with a pout and fished the keys out of her pockets. “But I love my car! Will you take good care of her? She’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever had. Like crazy pretty, like the girl that gave it to me. It’s a Subaru.” She plopped them into his hand with a sigh. “Do you have a pretty car, Jeff?”

“Oh! Hey! Don’t chug, it’ll upset your fucking stomach!” Jeff said, quickly, shaking his head, but he relaxed when he safely took her keys from her. “Your car will be safe, I’m sure it’s very pretty, don’t worry. Your Subaru is safe with the bar, they won’t tow - ” Jeff stopped slightly, eyes narrowing as he looked at her. Girl that gave it to her. She was on a date a girl. Subaru. Jeff had been pretty sure Morgan was giving him the drunk cow eyes a half second ago, before he realized something. He hadn’t been paying attention to his fucking pheromones. He cursed, and leaned forward. “Morgan,” he said, carefully. “Look at me a sec. You, uh…. How are you feeling right now?”

Morgan moved down to a sip at Jeff’s insistence. Anything to make that big guy happy. She even made a show of it, holding the glass up for him to see. “Ooh, me? I’m feeling great! I’ve had so much tequila I’m not even sad anymore, and I have you! Sweet, pretty friend Jeff!” She blinked at him, lashes fluttering coyly. “And how are you feeling, Jeff? Are you feeling better yet? Because we can keep working at this if you’re not.”

Jeff stared at her a moment, before cursing again, running a hand down his face. She was definitely fucking pheromoned. Pheromones mixed with alcohol… Not great. He glanced at the clock behind him, and around the bar. It was quieting down too. Marty could survive a half hour without him. “Morgan,” he said, carefully, lowering his voice. “Fuckin’ look at me a sec - uh - you know what a Gancanagh is?” He asked. And then, “Nevermind, you’re drunk, I accidentally fucking gor you with my pheromones. I need to take you home.”

“A gang-a-roo-huh? Is this a, you know, the f word thing?” Morgan asked. She gasped. “Are you telling me your species?” She whispered, badly. “That’s so sweet! Jeff, I don’t even know how to pay you back for something like that.” She arched a brow, laughing. “Take me home? Seriously? You know, I’m usually way too gay for this, but you’re just like--the man, Jeff. If you’re in, I’m in.”

“Fuck me,” Jeff groaned, running his hands down his face. His fellow bartender glanced over, and Jeff just waved him off. “Marty, I gotta take this ‘ne home. I’ll be back to help you close up.” Technically, he was head bartender. He could do what he wanted. And Marty wasn’t an idiot, he trusted him. He looked back at Morgan. “Yes, I am,” he said, “Lower your fuckin’ voice - and don’t get any funny ideas. We’re not doing anything, I’m taking you home because I accidentally pheromoned you. Shhh, let’s go. I’ll drive your car home and take a car back.”

“Whatever you say, Jeff!” Morgan sing-songed. She slipped off her stool, clumsily. “You are the man, I’m just along for the ride.” She made her way around to the other side of the bar, legs shaking like a baby deer and braced herself on the end to meet him, smiling big. “But, you know, if you changed your mind, you could get to say you did it with a lesbian. And you’ll be nice to the pretty car, right? She’s fae-ry magical. You see what I did there?”

“No! No, stop that!” Jeff scolded, but he couldn't exactly be mad at her because this was his fucking fault. He almost groaned when she saw how she was walking, but he remembered his manners his mother taught him. He was going to have to help her to the car. Jeff held out his arm for her to grab. “Morgan, my friend, you will not be fucking saying that tomorrow. And also, you’re drunk,” he reminded her. “I did that. Very fuckin’ funny.” He started to very carefully lead her outside. “Subaru, right? What color?”

“No one says the same thing tomorrow,” Morgan said, feeling very clever in the moment. “Mm, yes, pherom-men-o-menomes. You’re gonna have to explain the details on that one later, and I trust you, because you’re Jeff! And it’s the red one! She’s perfect right? I love her, but ssshhh. You’re bad at keeping secrets Jeff, but sssshh. I trust you to do the thing though. You’re a good Jeff.”

“You might be right about that, but it’s different when - ah, why the fuck am I bothering,” Jeff muttered. He couldn’t believe he had done it again. It was different when he accidentally did it to the occasional too-drunk Karen, where he could shove them in an uber and feel a little bad about it later, but Morgan was his friend. “She is a nice car,” Jeff said, rounding to the passenger side to open the door for her. “What thing? We’re not doing any fuckin’ things. And yeah, I’ll explain when you have your head on straight tomorrow.”

“The thing thing!” Morgan said. She plopped into her seat and fumbled with the buckle and ran her hands fondly over the upholstery. “The um…” It was slipping out of her brain again, like so much margarita mix over the rim of a glass. “Well whatever it is, you got it just fine, because you’re the best, you know? Oh, but hey, can you um--?” She held the buckle over her eye, like an alder stone. “I can’t make my hands do the thing. I can’t do a lot of things without making a mess but you got me for this one, right Jeff?”

“No, no!” Jeff said, having gone round to the driver's side. “No thing thing either!” He was assuming all things were sexual in nature until specified otherwise. Abso-fucking-lately not. He glanced over at her. “Your seat belt? Ah - it’s going to make it worse,” he muttered shaking his head. Still, safety first. He turned the car on, and gingerly reached over pulling the belt across her and clicking it into place. Then he adjusted the seat so he could drive more comfortably, and pulled out of her spot. “Alright, you tell me where to go now. When I get you home , you have to drink a lot of fuckin water, alright?”

“Aye, aye, Jeff!” Morgan said. She gave him her address and settled into the comfy seat, still fondly running her hands over the upholstery. She gave Jeff her address and let him walk her inside, where she promptly collapsed face down on the couch. It was after a massive jug of water had materialized at her side (had she peeled herself off the couch like Jeff asked? Had Jeff gotten it for her?) and after she accidentally turned on the TV by rolling on top of the remote wrong, that something cleared in her head. Something not quite the rapid intake of tequila she’d had. Morgan sat up on the couch. She looked to the door. Looked at the water jug. Looked to her car keys. “...Did I seriously hit on a guy??”

#wr jeff #wr chatzy #wr jeff chatzy #phancy pheromones

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the-delta-42 · 5 years ago

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War Circle 2

Michael followed Caline into her apartment.

“Thanks for letting me stay until I’ve found a place of my own.” Said Michael, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment, “I’ll be gone before you know it.”

“It’s fine.” Said Caline, going to her computer, her eyes elsewhere.

Michael looked at her and frowned.

“Is everything alright?” Michael asked, walking over to Caline.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” Said Caline, unconvincingly.

Michael gave her a look that made her groan and turn to face him, “You know that Principle Damocles gave you a list of students that can’t be punished?”

“Yeah, some kid whose parents are bankers, the mayor’s daughter and the child of a diplomat, why?” Michael cocked his head.

“Two of them are in my class,” Said Caline, “and in order to punish them, I have to punish the whole class, it doesn’t help that Boaa and I have a mental link and he’s telling me to kill them every time I start to get angry at them.”

“So, you remain passive to prevent yourself from killing them.” Said Michael, Wynnter resting on his shoulder.

Wynnter looked at the Snake Kwami, “Boaa, you know that our main objective is to remain hidden, no matter what.”

The snake only said, “Meh.” Before he shoves three whole grapes into his tiny mouth.

“That will always scare me, no matter what.” Said Michael, watching Boaa’s jaw unhinge.

“It’s not the worst thing he eaten.” Said Caline, turning to face Michael, “I have some spare blankets in the closet, you can have the couch.”

Michael nodded, quietly walking over to the closet. Caline had the sinking feeling that Michael wasn’t telling her something.

Marinette quietly growled in frustration. Her dad and Michael did not last part on the best terms five years ago, Marinette didn’t remember what the argument was but she knew that it had caused the relationship between her father and brother to become very strained, to the point where Michael had ceased all contact with them until he reappeared a couple of days ago and even then, he avoided actually stepping foot into the bakery.

Marinette considered contact Toby and Skye, but Toby was on tour and Skye was in the middle of a case. Marinette huffed, thinking back to when she found out that Michael was now working at her school.

Marinette went stiff, Michael was close to Ms. Bustier, he was fond of her, Marinette had seen the type fondness once before and that was between her parents.

Marinette swallowed as she started to pull up a plan on getting her dad and brother on good terms again.

A floor below, Tom was quietly cleaning the kitchen of the bakery. Ever since that nasty girl from Marinette’s class returned, Marinette had started to become more stressed, from school, from being the class president, from her designs, from her duties as Ladybug. Tom frowned, he and Sabine had known Marinette was Ladybug for a while now, having caught Tikki as she was raiding the cookie jar in the kitchen. The little God had tried to pass herself off as a cat, that could float and was bright red covered in spots.

Tom was vaguely aware of the television reporting the day’s Akuma attack.

“An attempt to gain Ladybug’s Miraculous was foiled by two unseen before heroes who departed the scene shortly after the Akuma was dealt with.”

“Remove your hands from my kin.” Came a recording of the incident, Tom poked his head out from the Bakery and looked at the TV screen. The owner of the voice looked around Michael’s age and wore what looked like a casual suit under his trench coat, Tom squinted, noting that the amount of weaponry gave him a rather heavy-set appearance.

Chat Noir then appeared on the screen.

“At first, we all thought they were more Akumas,” Said Chat, “Given how they appeared out of nowhere.”

“What did he mean when he said kin?” Nadja asked.

“He said he was Ladybug’s older brother,” Said Chat, “from what he said, he and his friend have been in this for a while and came out of retirement.”

“Did they give a name?”

“He said his name was Timber Wolf and his friend was called Constrictor.”

Sabine turned the television off, before looking at Tom, “Michael’s come home.”

Tom nodded quietly.

Michael glared down at the computer on his desk, quietly grumbling as he looked at the data cache and the number of viruses he’d found.

“You’d think the guy before me would’ve taken precautions, but nooo, they just opened everything and didn’t bother to do updates, virus checks or even turn the bloody thing off.” Michael muttered, before his door opened, “If you have a problem with a computer, please mark the room and computer number on the board and I’ll get back to you.”

When Michael received no response, he raised his head, coming face to face with an Italian Brunette.

“Can I help you?” Michael asked, shortly.

“Hi, I’m having trouble logging onto the computer in the library.” Said the girl, making Michael frown.

“The only computer is the one the librarian uses.” Said Michael, leaning back in his chair.

“She said I could use it.” The girl quickly said, “I need it so I can print off my homework.” The girl had her hand over her heart.

Michael folded his arms and looked at the girl.

“What’s your name?” Michael asked, getting the girls eyes to light up, ‘Great, one of those.’

“I’m Lila Rossi.” Said the girl, making Michael close his eyes.

“Lila, do you know what a tell is?” Michael asked, opening his eyes and glaring at the girl.

Lila looked worried, making Michael think that she did know and was thinking she was screwed or that she didn’t know and thinking she was screwed.

“It’s a poker term, it’s often used to tell when someone is bluffing.” Said Michael, slowly getting to his feet, “It’s also used to tell when someone is lying. Now, I’m only going to ask once, what is the real reason you want to get onto a Staff member’s computer?”

Lila looked to the side, making Michael glance over at the list of students.

“You want to lock someone out of their account.” Said Michael, matter-of-factly.

“N-no, why would you say that?” Lila demanded, trying to act offended.

“You lied by saying that Librarian gave you permission to use her computer, you have a terrible poker face, coupled with an obvious tell, you then looked at the student roster, which has the students names as well as their learner IDs, so you could easily locate the account, you need a Staff members PC to access the files and, this is the best part, you tried to get sympathy because you couldn’t print off you ‘homework’ from someone used to yell at cadets for lying to them.”

Lila gave him a blank look.

“I was a soldier and besides, you wouldn’t’ve been able to change any passwords anyway, only members of staff can do that, which is why you came here, probably hoping that I’d just hand you control of my computer.” Michael stopped and looked down at the screen, “Why, in the name of fuck, have you not even started up yet?!”

Michael punched the computer, sending it off the desk and onto the floor.

“Well fuck.” Said Michael, as he looked down at the shattered screen, “Another thing, Ms. Rossi-”

Michael looked up at Lila, only to find that she’d vanished.

“Well, I should expect a visit from the Principle later.” Michael muttered, going back to his, now destroyed, computer.

True to form, Damocles came storming into the IT office.

“YOU’RE FIRED!” Yelled Damocles, making several students stop by the door.

“May I ask why?” Michael asked, casually leaning back in his chair, using his broken computer as a foot stool.

“Attacking a student.” Said Damocles, making Michael raise his eyebrows.

“Do you have proof of such an occurrence?” Michael asked, a small smirk falling onto his face.

“The student’s word is all I require.” Said Damocles, stiffly.

“Well, I have visual and audio recordings that will say the student is lying and that you fired me under false pretences and that you are inept at your job.” Michael responded, making Damocles fume.

“What recordings?” Damocles asked, a small crowed of student now hanging around the IT office, including Caline and her class.

“The security camera up in the corner and the tape recorders over by the cabinet.” Said Michael, “And before you say the camera’s broken, it was, I fixed it and the recorders needed testing and I know that at least seven of them work.” Michael’s expression then went cold, “And before you decide to ‘fire me’, I should probably remind you that no one wants to work at this school due to the Akumas running around and, that I can literally knock the school off the network for a good month, give or take.”

Damocles silently fumed, before turning on his heel and stomping out.

“Dickhead.” Michael muttered, turning back to the computer he was setting up.

The crowed slowly dispersed, leaving Caline and her class.

“Who’s that?” Alix asked, looking at Michael.

“That is the new IT specialist.” Said Caline, looking at the class, “Any questions?”

“Yeah, but who is he?” Kim asked.

“That’s my older brother.” Said Marinette, getting a double take from the class.

“You have a brother?”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell us!”

“How fast is he?”

“He’s kinda cute.”

Everyone looked at Juleka, who turned red.

“He can hear you.” Said Michael, not looking away from his computer, “Unless you have a question, I’d like to be left in peace before I lose it and destroy the computer.”

Caline quickly ushered her students back to their classroom, completely forgetting about the calming exercises that she had her class do. Michael quietly grumbled, as he continued to set up the new computer.

A couple of hours later, Michael heard a quiet knock on his office door. Looking up, Michael spotted his sister and a couple of her friends.

“Little one,” Said Michael, getting to his feet, “I’m going to assume that this isn’t a social call.”

“We need you to pull up Lila’s records.” Said Marinette’s friend, Alya, if Michael wasn’t mistaken.

“I’m not allowed to do that.” Said Michael, “Besides, what do you need them for?”

“Lila said that, um,” Alya stammered, struggling coming up with an excuse.

“Lila claimed to be Rena Rouge and Alya had the wake-up call that made her realise that Lila is lying.” Said Marinette, making Alya gape at her.

“Ah, so you want to debunk all her lies.” Said Michael, looking at them, “Unfortunately, her school records won’t be of much use, but I hear Google is a good alternative.”

A look of realisation dawned on Alya’s face, before she said “Oh.”

“Due to a line in my employment contract, I can’t punish her, even if I was a teacher.” Said Michael, leaning back, “So, I can’t help you directly.”

Marinette grinned, before dragging Alya and her other friend away from the office.

Michael could’ve sworn he heard Alya ask Marinette why she didn’t use a cover story. Michael smiled and shook his head, before turning a look at the computer, which had finally booted up. Michael’s face fell and immediately got on the phone.

“Barbra,” Said Michael, his tone grave, “could you send Damocles down here, please?”

A/N: Slow chapter, but the story will expand, but it will mainly follow Michael, Bustier and Marinette, other Characters will be part of the narrative but I’m just putting it out there, I have no idea what I’m planning with this.

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #caline bustier #ladybug #chat noir #tom dupain #sabine cheng #principle damocles #lila rossi #Delta writes #the war circle #war circle au

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ladyruina · 5 years ago

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First story on this site

Three weeks. It had been three weeks since promotion day and to be honest, I had no freaking clue what Promotion Day even was. Apparently once every month the facility selects someone to be “promoted”, the problem is that the people who don’t make the promotion selection get bare minimum notification. Turns out my sector was just informed that I was transferred to a new sector...no one even knew where I went ...explains what happened to Silica. Today, after three weeks, I woke up to a waiting room. Empty seats on every side and beneath my...tush. The same metal box I lived in for the past seventeen years after “recruitment” and would probably die in. The room had the same aesthetic as everywhere else in the facility, stainless steel walls and flooring with well lit bulbs. Couldn’t tell which type of lightbulb though I’d have to gamble fluorescent bulbs with UV integration, cheap, effective and keeps us alive for a little bit longer. Just how the facility likes it. As per my regular protocol when in an unfamiliar space without a commanding officer I entered a status I have titled, “eyes down, nose out of others business”. It’s embarrassing to say that it took a rough fifteen seconds before realizing that the marks of claws against the floor were EVERYWHERE. You adjust to this kind of thing in the facility, there’s always something clawing up the floors, crawling up the walls or eating your friends upper lobe… rest in peace Franklin. My mind defaulted to entity containment training, signs of anomalous activity identified, analyze the signs: three toed claws, they appear to be dexterous and agile similar to species of avians and raptors. Stage four determine if anomalous being has moved from the ar-, that’s when I finally looked up. Three seats down from me stood a humanoid figure, full combat armor with the exact raptorian legs and feet that produced the scratch marks but the entity was calm almost seemed like it was waiting, same as me save for a bit of an impatient air. It swiftly and repetitively tapped its talons against the ground. Naturally my first thought occurred. “Oh god, is promotion just code word for feeding me to an entity.” I scanned the room only to discover many more entities, some looked very similar to the raptorian entity, others were vastly different. Entities with helmets resembling felines moving from one individual to another, entities with creepy masks that were standing on the walls and ceilings to avoid the clutter on the ground, entities that had no eye holes but spikes at the back on the helmet that vaguely reminded me of bats. All were equipped with combat armor and....facility issue weaponry? Aside from that there were few other schmucks in the room that looked a lot like me, scared, panicked and confused. I looked over to the impatient one only to see it staring at me.

“Shit!” it said in a surprisingly human voice “I-uh, sorry about starin’. It’s always just so weird to see one of you in here.”

“One of...me?” I implored.

“Y’know, an unaugmented.” it gestured at all of me. “So… weird after you’ve gone through the process. So, y’know which one you’ll be?”

I hesitated. “What?”

“Y’know. Like a raptor, a bat, a cat. That sorta thing.” it seemed to be naming things off the top of its head. “I’m a raptor so you could learn the ropes with me if you end up a part of the pack.”

This fascinated me, I had never been allowed to examine or interview an entity that I had no knowledge of. So a part of me was excited despite realizing that at any moment this entity could unhinge it’s non apparent jaws and rip into my throat with it’s horrific unseen maw. Yet the pioneer sense of exploring the unknown just...overcame me.

“So what are raptors?” I asked.

“Well, you’re lookin at one.” it said in a smug tone. “We’re faster and more dexterous than the others. Only downside is that itchy to move sensation you get due to the energy boost they hook you up with and that these masks keep you alive.”

“I’m sorry what?”

“Heh. yeah, that’s what I said. Apparently The Fixer said that our oxygen has been made “inefficient” by the pollution of the modern world so we’re hooked up with some sorta super oxygen. Apparently it’s the kinda stuff dinosaurs used to breath so that’s pretty badass.”

“And that helps?”

“Gives us the energy to bounce off walls, literally.”

“Fascinating… are the other entities safe to converse with?”

“Ent-? Oh, them? Yeah most of em are chill, might get an extreme one or two but they should be reasonable.”

“Right, thank you.”

“Eh, no prob dude.”

I stood up and began to wander over to one of the “bats” who was standing in a group of its own kin. I began to raise my hand to greet it as I approached, a quick “hey” to get it’s attention only to be interrupted.

“Yes?” it said in a high pitched tone, turning to face me before it even should have known I was on my way. Apparently my shock was apparent as it recoiled quickly. “Right, sorry. I forgot unaugmented wouldn’t know about that. I heard you coming, you’d be surprised how easily you are to hear coming.”

“Echolocation?”

“Indeed! Along with some other traits.” It said “I’m basically omniscient with these mods! I can tell you anything about this room without even looking at it.”

“Hm.” I smirked. “How about this? What color is my shirt?”

It stared at me for a second before giving a light punch. “Cheating asshole.”

“Just wanted to see if you’re capable of processing color.”

“You could’ve asked.”

the amusement faded from my expression as I began to realize that what I said was quite apparently a sore topic.

“Oh...sorry.”

“Whatever.”

I began to awkwardly leave the company of the bats before slumping back into my chair. A few minutes go by and I’m bored out of my goddamn mind. Wish they left me a phone to check, or a magazine to read or a pistol to shoot myself with. Between the embarrassment of my slip-up and the boredom I think the lead would be preferable.

“Excuse me.” said a familiar voice. “I couldn’t help but notice multiple strains in your face aligning with stress that may be caused by the process of transferring to a new region. Is it possible that I may alleviate some of your stress through a formal discussion?”

I looked up, it was goddamn impossible. I heard she was transferred and she just never responded to any message from then on, I thought she either ditched me or… the far more likely scenario, eviscerated or incinerated.

“Silica?” the name of my best friend. “Silica is that you?”

The entity looked confused. “Curious. You have information on my title but records state that you were only stationed here today.”

“Silica. It’s me.” I said in a shaken tone. “Devin.”

“Devin…” she stared at me blankly, moments passed by. “Ah yes. We used to be close friends, is this information correct?”

“Yes. so you’ve been here this whole time?”

“Affirmative, Devin.”

“What happened? Why didn’t you respond to any messages I sent?”

Another brief silence. “I just checked my message log, I received none of them under the name of “Devin” or any related pseudonym.”

“Really?” this was...a bit heartbreaking to say the very least. “You had to keep in touch with Evelyn! I remember the day you got Evelyn’s contact address and you were a goddamn mess. Head over heels! Please tell me you kept in touch.”

Another goddamn pause. “Oh yes, Evelyn. I suppose she was very nice and pretty wasn’t she?”

“What are you talking about?!” the other entity’s started staring at me. I was getting loud. “You sound like you don’t care! You goddamn loved her and now she’s an afterthought?!”

“Please calm yourself. You’re becoming exacerbated and it may draw negative connotations towards you in future conversations with the other people residing in this room.”

I began to look over, the entities around me seemed...concerned. “S-sorry. I’m just hurt is all. It feels like you don’t remember...anything from back at Mind’s Edge.”

“Oh! That I can answer! I don’t!” she said so simply. My heart goddamn sank into the Mariana Trench and she said it so easily.

“You..forgot?”

“Don’t take it personally. Cat units have an AI planted into their brain in order to give them in depth data banks of medical procedures as well as a list of information that may be useful. This unfortunately has to replace long term memories which our AI assistants must remind us of. This also can lead to stunted emotional development. Fortunately though the emotional stagnation only caused depression in earlier Cat units. It also allows us to be proper care takers without having to worry about emotional errors such as becoming overly attached to the patient in therapy settings or panicking in active combat treatment scenarios.”

“I...need some time to process all of this.”

“Acknowledged. Please contact me or another Cat unit if you require any further psychological or physiological aid.”

“Y-yeah, got it. You got it.” That’s probably what I said. Can’t remember if it was actually what I said or not, I was in a haze. Every entity in this room was...a person? My best friend had forgotten about me. The whole world around me just faded. My greatest fear though was...what came next. My thoughts were cut short by the distant sound of heavy claws scraping against the cold metal rang out. As it approached, I could hear the sound of cloth being dragged across the ground. A voice spoke, both high and low pitched with a sort of rattle in its tone.

“Routine Procedures completed. Additional Augmentation scheduled.”

The door on the farside of the room opened.

“Devin.” The creature spoke “Devin Hale. Augmentation scheduled. Follow for Augmentation.”

#original story #fiction #science fiction #transhumanism

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