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peasantexchangeprogram · 9 days

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helloo since we're on the topic: top historical fiction (or adjacent) ? can be any time period I just really love your taste in shows/games/etc and am always on the lookout for history inspired media !

thank you!!! im rly glad im like. inspiring other ppl to engage w things im insane abt hudofajsdfdassfsad. anyways. i will probably expand that list bc i literally forgot every single thing i ever read. also i havent watched that many movies so far

ancient times: i havent really watched a lot of movies/series set in ancient times so far :(

rome HBO (2005-2007) (tv series) - OF COURSE. i personally think its one of the best series ever made. they combine political, miliatry history with the lives of every day people in an incredible way. they never let you once engage with the series through modern lenses. according to my teacher (a historian, archeologist & self described 'romaphile') its incredibly historically accurate, mostly the clothing, set designs, characterization, military practices, etc. except for the things they straight up made up, of course.

i really enjoyed gladiator (2000), i think its a masterpiece.

prince of egypt (1998) i guess?

all the asterix movies of course, all the animated ones and most of the live actions. but i wouldnt really call it historical fiction

ok i havent actually finished watching it for now but sebastiane (1976) - an erotic, x rated, gay interpretation of the martyrdom of st sebastian. its in latin also.

wait i cant believe i forgor about assassin's creed odyssey - so far the only one ive played. its so fun and incredibly immersive visually. especially pour moi who cries into the pillow about how ill never experience the ancient world. also you can b a faggot which is always fun. i have things to say about their portrayal of same-sex sexuality and slavery in classical greece but i get why they did that considering its supposed to like. appeal to a lot of people, and a more "historically accurate" portrayal (for example of pederasty or how common slavery was etc.) would b v difficult for a lot of their target audience. alas.

medieval and early modern era:

the name of the rose (1986) - my medieval history teacher literally showed us bits of this movie to teach us about monasteries and monks fhdosiasdjasd.

the borgias (2011-2013) - incredibly messy, lots of political intrigue, and so so fun to watch. about the history of the borgia family. filled to the brim with drama.

the three musketeers (1993) - my favorite adaptation, also coincidentally the one i grew up on. casting tim curry as richelieu was genius. he slays so hard.

i also like bbc's the musketeers (2014-2016) - a neat little series. very fun and entertaining to watch.

outlaw king (2018) - like i dont think most ppl heard of this movie. its about robert the bruce's fight to reclaim the throne of scotland. starring chris pine

vikings (2013-2020) - its fun. i havent watched the entire series tho. dont expect anything resembling historical accuracy

the northman (2022) - you will see something resembling historical accuracy

mihai viteazul (michael the brave) (1971) - a fun movie. very much romanian propaganda tho.

1670 (2023-) - such a fun series!!! incredible cast, shows respect to the actual history and the lives of historical people. really cute and funny.

caravaggio (1986) - a biopic about caravaggio.

wait i also forgor about pentiment - an intriguing, immersive, and incredibly beautiful video game! it has a lot of 'the name of the rose' vibes, with it being a medieval murder mystery taking place in a monastery. its incredibly touching and made me cry, and in the last few years i very rarely cry. also im 99% sure its an indie game? go support the creators!

vaguely-medieval/early modern fantasy:

mirror mirror (2012) - a retelling of snow white. a very fun movie imo, with incredible costume design. julia roberts plays the evil queen and she SLAYS. armie hammer is unfortunately in that movie.

stardust (2007) - one of my fave movies growing up. more modern-inspired but still.

the green knight (2021) - controversial i know but i actually loved this movie! i liked it both as a standalone movie but moreso as a 21st century adaptation to sir gawain and the green knight.

galavant (2015-2016) - !!!!!!! one of the most series ever! they manage to tackle such difficult concepts and conversations with a hilarious wit. so fun to watch. i listen to a lot of the songs still, and rewatch every once in a while.

disenchantment (2018-2023) - very fun to watch, especially the first season.

i also really liked the novel uprooted by naomi novik. its a polish-inspired fantasy.

modern era:

killers of the flower moon (2023) - of course. a masterpiece

aferim! (2015) - a romanian movie set in 19th century wallachia, about two officers, a father and son, who were sent by a nobleman to retrieve an escaped enslaved romani man. a lot of the people in the comments were calling the movie humorous and funny, maybe im missing smth (as im watching with subtitles n dont understand the original language) but it was a very difficult watch for me??

the handmaiden (2016) - need i say more

black sails (2014-2017) - a prequel to the famous novel 'treasure island'. not an easy series to watch. incredibly good.

the favourite (2018) - need i say more pt 2

the rabbi's cat (le chat du rabbin) (2011) - animated movie set in early 20th century algeria. a rabbi's cat learns to talk overnight.

the nice guys (2016) - a fun murder mystery set in the 1970s

o brother, where art thou (2000) - a retelling of the odyssey set in the southern us in the 1930s

victor/victoria (1982) - set in early 20th century paris. julie andrews pretends to be a man and takes on a job as a drag queen. extremely fun, extremely gay movie.

lady chatterley's lover (2022) - very much porn for moms but it was a nice watch imo

amulet (2020) - set in like. idk. sometime in the 20th century. this is a horror movie, deals a lot with misogyny, sa, and so on. i really like it, personally. a lot of people, mostly weird men, dont tho.

the great (2020-2023) - i have mixed feelings about this show. on the one hand, its really fun to watch. on the other hand, its basically ofmd for girls who have public mental breakdowns whenever someone claims corsets were oppressive. and theyre so weird about russians, jesus christ.

disses:

domina (2021-) - i just couldnt get into it, esp since i tried right after finishing rome hbo. it was kind of silly, and not in a good way. takes itself wayyyy to seriously.

i didnt like spartacus (2010-2013) - the dialogue was almost grotesque and the editing, especially the transitions, straight up killed me

damsel (2024) - holy fuck what a trainwreck of a movie. absolute waste of angela basset and robin wright. the only good thing were the costumes.

lancelot du lac (1974) - i just didnt like it at all. couldnt get into it. i guess it was way too french and artsy fartsy for me. a movie that was trying to say both too little and too much at the same time.

i didnt rly like bram stoker's dracula (1992) - i mean. it was a fine movie. it was definitely not the godfather. the movie itself was meh. the visuals tho? absolutely stunning

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kpchrs · 5 months

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Okay now I am intrigued, what are you controversial ships? 👀👀👀

(As a fellow crack shipper I will not judge you, I promise)

Well, my friend, you love Snowbaird as well. So I'm guessing you know AAAALL about it.

I have two more actually. I wrote them on my bio!

So the short answer is Caulscott from Life is Strange and Hellcheer from Stranger Things.

But the very, very, very long answer is... (Warning: rant and oversharing catharsis ahead. Spoilers too I guess. Read on your own risk.)

1. Caulscott

My descent into darkness started in October 2022, with this game called Life is Strange. I've forced people to listen talked people's ear off told some people my villain origin story, but I don't mind telling the tales again.

Ahem.

If you don't know, Life is Strange is a game about a girl, who one day sees an asshole filthy rich boy shoots a punk girl in the high school bathroom with a gun and finds out that - gasp! - she can rewind the time.

Long story short, it turns out that the punk girl is her long-lost childhood friend and they use this rewind power to search for punk girl's missing best friend.

They end up finding her dead and buried. And this filthy rich pathetic brat boy is one of her killers (I won't bore you with the fandom discourse whether it's true or not). It turns out that he and the mastermind have been doing horrible things to the girls in school. (The fucked up gist: drugging, kidnapping, photographing. The murder of the girl is accidental, the mastermind says.)

Well, the official couple of the game is actually the MC girl and the punk childhood friend. I don't ship them though.

But in the end of the game, I was overcome with the urge to read a post-canon fic so I searched for them and filtered things on AO3 (don't remember how). And I found something crazy at the top.

"WHAT?! PEOPLE SHIP THE MC WITH THE FILTHY RICH ASSHOLE???" said Kris calmly. "PEOPLE ARE CRAZY!"

"..................... 👀"

*marked to read later*

My friend, that fic turned out to be the MOST influential fic in my life. It altered my brain chemistry. It made me question my life. It made me reconstruct my mindset about myself and fiction. It made me see humans and morality very differently. I sound dramatic and I AM dramatic but I'm NOT joking.

The core story of this pairing is redemption and trauma healing (and mystery too, since it has time travel, yeah?). It turns out that the boy is abused, mentally ill, and manipulated by the mastermind. Though, ofc, I don't eXcUsE what he has done. (I'm tired of having to type disclaimers lol)

The fans focused on humanising him, fleshing out his character and characterisation, fleshing out his family (since his family is one of the mysteries), and pushing him into a healing journey.

It's a super crack ship. It will never be in canon. But, it's amazing? It's like I opened my eyes for the second time.

So this is it. This is the blueprint of my taste. This is what I love to see in fiction.

2. Hellcheer

Now for the second controversial pairing! So I'm into Stranger Things, yeah?

There is this moment in S4-E1 where a guy is flirting with a girl but then she gets murdered very gruesomely. The guy gets scared (duh), runs away, and gets suspected as the murderer. The end. They only had 5 minutes together, but for great reasons, it led to 3.1k fics on AO3.

Well, it is controversial though, because the girl is 4 MONTHS BEFORE 18 and the guy is 20.

That means the ship is pedo. The shippers are pedos. The actress is pedo for shipping it. (But the actor, they said, the actor didn't know anything. The actress pushed this ship to him.) Wait, what, the actress said the girl is actually 18? No, she's wrong! There's no proof! Actually, the girl is 16, you know! And wait, the guy is actually 21! That's so fucked! This ship is illegal! This ship is problematic! People need to know this! There are criminals in the fandom! Cancel people! Boycott people!! Harass people!!! JAIL JAIL JAI--

Yeah. Such a controversial pairing. Brrr.

*deep breathe in*

*deep breath out*

I'm sorry, friend. I did turn up the 💫dramatique💫 a little bit, but all of those were real arguments from them.

This ship is inherently wholesome. It's super wholesome. When I found the ship, I was like "OH, THANK GOD, I'm free from fandom judgment and scrutiny (at least here)! I don't have to walk on eggshells!"

BUT PEOPLE STILL FIND IT PROBLEMATIC.

WHY IS MY FANDOM LIFE LIKE THIS.

Yes, the controversy has died down, but we are still very wary with our co-fandoms. I often have to walk on eggshells still, even when I shouldn't have to. But overall, I'm still very safe there lol It's a wholesome ship after all.

The fanon is about stories of what could have been of them. Fix-It fics of them surviving are what people first wrote of them. But at the core, it's about a traumatised and emotionally abused sweet girl finding love and support from good people, including the guy, and she starts her healing journey whilst trying to escape from a toxic home environment. That's a comforting plotline, no? As I have said, I love shit like this. I love trauma healing stories. And I love angst and fluff. The ship has LOADS of them. (The ship also has loads of filthy dirty smut, because the core of the ship is also women's freedom of and exploration of sexuality. I actually don't favour smut even though I do read them, but I found that amazing and I'm so happy for them.)

3. Snowbaird

And, tadaaa, now I'm in a very controversial pairing once again! Yayyy!

Even if Snowbaird can be similar to the above ships in terms of villain character and a story of what could have been, its appeal to me is very different.

What fascinates me the most is Coryo's complex characterisation.

That's it actually.

I enjoy imagining the what-ifs and I love to challenge Coryo to get his happiest ending, but how hard it is to bend him to our will?

His core motivation is solid and strong and his fatal flaw is solid and wrong. The world he lives in is so fucked up his biggest fear keeps consuming him and he gets defeated by a song.

I'm lost. I don't really know what kind of timeline for this ship able to float, because it can't float! Coryo is so stubborn the ship hits the iceberg over and over and over again.

Floating ship is not my priority actually, but I find that I need to go somewhere. A purpose to stand on. But I haven't got the map yet. I'm still trying to search for what I desire in this journey.

For now, I'm still in my canon-compliant fics phase. I want to enjoy other fans' imagination first before making up my mind.

🎶 This ship is good, this ship is bad, this ship is alive back from the dead 🎶 Lol.

Thank you so much for the ask! It's very cathartic and fun to write. Let's talk a lot, Sara! (That's your name, right?)

Kris

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docilepillow · 3 months

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2024 January Media Post Thingy

i dont post on tumblr.com a whole lot i mostly just love to reblog but i wanna see if this novelty thing sticks because for like 2020-2022 i had like a text file i did that i stopped doing in 2023 or so for like video games in particular and i unno it was fun but i got distracted cus half that month i was doing retail anything special happen this year yet? not especially, but since soon ill be very busy with something that IS indeed special, and my bday, i may as well make a post now bc i feel like i will be preoccupied for the first good bit of febuary personally ( exciting life stuff ! ) last disclaimer is that at some point i would want to add movies and shows to this list when i get around to it , but for me december and january've kinda blended in that regard.. me and my friends watched Wonka recently and i was kinda so-so on that just cus' i think the original movies a certain way i guess. oops. i think there were other movies/ shows too and comics as well but once again, december-january blurr for me. Furthermore, any piece of media i pick out for this will also have a completely arbitrary doc-ism secondary title just because i feel like it. Enjoy! VIDEO GAMES! ! MARIO GALAXY 2 < SECOND ROUNDEST MARIO GAME >

I wanna say i spent from the first of january to the third on this game, but my Wii Menu calendar is a little fucked up....

Whoops! Regardless, i do have a bit of a background of not completely " gel-ing " with the original Mario Galaxy gameplay wise in my own friendgroup, to mostly dismayed reactions n junk. In short, i think artistically the game's merits are absolutely fantastic, but since i played it on the switch 3d mario collection some time after sunshine, i do think the control scheme is overall pretty limited, and that does apply to mario galaxy 2, i guess, but methodically, i think playing this game on a wiimote does make the limitation feel i guess more fair in terms of like camera control and deliberacy n stuff... the galaxy games and presentation are completely amazing works of art obviously and theres some good music here but i think between galaxy 1 and 2 i definitely prefer 2 mechanically. i enjoy the level scenarios more thats primarily it, i think. I'm so-and-so on how comets work and how many stars you need to get to get to the end ( I think how comets spawn is a little filler-ey and waiting for them to appear in a level i don't know it'll appear in was a little obtuse to figure out, even if i did eventually manage it and actually enjoy the challenges they offer. its mostly just really annoying comet spawning mechanics that were a drag. a very deliberately- controlling mario i guess and being more familiar with galaxy's control probably was why i was able to enjoy this one more ? Yay! I think i still enjoy 3d world more then this and most other 3D marios, though. It's a good video game and i liked the boss fights in it, theyre surprisingly cool and dynamic for what i'm used to from the mario series. I didn't do the special world, though. i wasn't compelled to go that far past the credits. ( You'd think this game's doc-ism title would come from it being the sequel to mario galaxy, and thus, second roundest, but honestly, i think in terms of the mario series scale, Mario Pinball Land has round mario in it, and galaxy 2's starship mario is definitely, i think, rounder then the comet observatory from galaxy one. That makes Mario Galaxy the third-roundest mario game! )

From around the 6th to the 13th, I ended up playing --- ACTRAISER RENAISSANCE < THE CEREAL-BOX GOD GAME >

actraiser is definitely a mixed video game for me, because i definitely see the merit in it. It's a very unconventional splicing of both sidescrolling and city-development game, a " remake " of a novel SNES/Famicom game with the same premise. You're like a big god of light guy who sends your soul into this little warrior guy who cleanses the land of monsters for around 6 different settlements to florish in with the assistance of a cute little angel friend and whatever area's flavor of local legend the game gives you after a story event or two to hold down the place from encroaching monster dens and such; and, apparently exclusive to this version, there's also little tower-defense segments that come in waves around four or five times per area, which in my opinion are kind of this game's weakest link, but not without like Some kind of merit. At the end of each town segment, there is also a big boss fight, usually tying into the story in some way.

( I think one of the things that genuinely pushed me to give the game a try was the cute angel design in it..... ) (I usually take an excessive number of screenshots whenever i'm playing on switch, just because doing so is very easy and i'm a sentimental freak ( For actraiser R, this is 148 screenshots ) ) ( If i continue doing this next month, i'll try to include the foresight to actually use my capture card for images, instead of taking pictures with my phone.. ) ( I think one of the things that genuinely pushed me to give the game a try was the cute angel design in it..... ) (I usually take an excessive number of screenshots whenever i'm playing on switch, just because doing so is very easy and i'm a sentimental freak ( For actraiser R, this is 148 screenshots ) ) ( If i continue doing this next month, i'll try to include the foresight to actually use my capture card for images, instead of taking pictures with my phone.. ) Some things i like that this game does, alot ---

i think it has a very very cool " world select " map. one very postive thing is that it updates in real time with your progress in the area, so you can watch it all expand from your little sky palace once you've done your buisness there. it's really satisfying and pretty... this game's got really good 2d art, i think. I've heard people be mixed on the sidescroller art in comparison, but i think it's got a charm to it. I think it's cute and while its probably more a budgetary limitation, i do like how everything kind of looks like one of those fantasy stills you can sometimes buy from arts and crafts stores. The framerate on them is like a bit lower then what you'd expect from a modern game but mechanically its still very responsive, which makes me feel like it's a stylistic choice to look more stop-motioney, i guess. Maybe im just a fan of ham, i unno.

In terms of the overhead segments, it's pretty basic and automated, which is fine by me, and perfectly workable for what it is, i think, conceptually ( they build out on your own but you do kind of " guide their hand " when it comes to where paths go, at least. It does lead to a weird meta thing being to zap your own people with holy lightning to destroy stuff you don't want though, which feels flavorfully odd for a benevolent god.... I guess it's fair enough

the main problem with the game is that the tower defense segments, the main major feature and addition of this remake, does kind of take the game's pacing and drop flat in the middle of it. They're usually decently long segments where you can only indirectly fight, and are kind of slow. They also usually need you to protect or have a certain number of buildings left by the end of it ( having all of your farms in tact by the end, defending the main temple, not having every house burned down ) which can be a bit more difficult then it sounds. i dont think the segments are bad or anything, there's just.... entirely too many of them??? like mechanically theyre fine they just happen every other second between story events and it feels kind of padded after like the second one in one area, and there's about 5 per area of increasing difficulty. i definitely think if anything could be reined back, it'd be that. I don't think the story is too special , either, the angel kind of just quips sassily about the story at you from time to time and your followers make requests of you at the temple, usually manifesting in the town segements as " have x number of y " or getting the population to a set threshold, or getting x number of resources. The structure of each area isn't shaken up too much, mostly just " new settlement, find a guy, guy isnt so sure about this lord of light guy but through fighting alongside u and some small character arch, they become a champion of yours or something and you meet the scary boss guy and kill them and weaken the big bad dark lords forces behind it all, but there were two segments i liked, both pretty late-game, with the ice wyvern and this guy named shemall whose only affront to you is having a more popular humanitarian ideology ( who actually becomes the dominant ideology in the segment leaving the church literally empty for a good portion of it , and is only tied into the status quo by the dark lord himself possessing the other temple and shit and starting a really really bad storm of eeevil , who i like a bit ) and a boss in the last area who was implied to once be a force of good but ultimately subservient to the bad guys will, which is basic but i tihnk neat. also they have cool designs. )

Shrug! I think it's neat but it has problems that bog it down! Waah! i dont regret playing it or anything but it's like a 7! ( It's kind of like a game you'd get in one of those cereal boxes, and it's a little cheap, but its endearing to me ? ) TOREE 3D < LEAST-CONSEQUENCIAL SPOILER AWARD >

finished this game the same day i finished actraiser, in one sitting. Ummm... i know this game's like a crowd favorite, and it's, like, solid, but i don't really have all that much to say about it ..... Like, it's an OK platformer, with like really great value for your dollar, but i don't really have all that much to say about it, endearment-wise. I think also that the VHS horror elements are largely unnecessary and are kind of whatever, but I know i'm not really the audience for it. That's the spoiler, i guess. Around the same time, in a date range I don't remember, I basically ended up completely reorganizing my room for Life Stuff, and ended up giving a really cool fan project a try, from a series i've always wanted to try more of, if not for the language barrier, in the form of -- STARFY ORIGINS ( Densetsu no Stafy ) < SPLASHABLE VIDEO GAME >

Waaaaaaaa ! i love starfy ( Stafy? ) You probably wouldn't have the background on it unless you knew me, but i'm a real DS head, and one of my earliest games on the system, one i have vivid memories with, was The Legendary Starfy, an " underwater platformer ", mostly known as being a kirby-like game in style, and being the last entry in a mostly untranslated series of platformers that're japanese-exclusive!

Essentially, what this means for me was that there was , for a very long portion of my kid-years, a bunch of video games out there that i knew i'd be instantly endeared by if ONLY i could play them ( since, even at the time, gba emulation for me was kind of mystical and out of my ability ) ; and , at least in my mind, that meant it'd have just as many lovable characters and such as the the starfy I got to play, anecdotaly meaning the only exposure i'd have to these games beforehand is ferverously looking up stuff on the starfy wiki and watching youtube videos of the final bosses and stuff; basically just lementing for years that " aww,, theres no translation. i guess it's just too obscure " with the rest of the starfy fans i've heard about online, until recently! I emulated this game on Vita and overall i'd just have to say its a cute, decently-novel-but-slightly-padded 2d sidescroller. I'd say it was like ok-levels of worth the wait, but im honestly just floored that a translation of the first game happened at all, and i think its awesome what's been done. It's selfish to want, but i'd really like to try the other DS starfy game sometime, whenever that's translated. It's honestly one of the few loose-end games i can even think of and mechanically that one's a whole lot more out there then this one, which, other then the novelty of playing this game i've only heard murmurs of for over a decade, is just kind of alright. kudos to the fan translators making this game work out!!! I wonder if the team that did this have plans for the others now that this game's been translated....

Wew, halfway down the list, i'm sick of typing, but i'll keep going with ---> DEATHSMILES < SCARY >

Cool bullethell shmup with really tight gameplay my friend endeared me to with a single screenshot and a slightly empassioned ramble i forget the exact context of

idk i think this green girl is neat and the arcade style bullethell gameplay's really fun on steam deck; i just think the girls should be like 7 years older each then what the game says because the loli aspects of this game are kind of uncomfortable and unavoidable and i don't like them at all... the gothic horror halloween aestetic the game has otherwise absolutely rocks and is just up my alley, though. i guess its just part of the style theyre going for, but it's a really unfortunate Japanese quirk you kind of have to just tolerate for the other Very Good aspects the game has gameplay and artisticly wise ( music and art direction is awesome )

the girl's dragon familiar is named booboo by the way. just thought that's important. LITTLE GOODY TWO SHOES < GAME **MOST** RESPONSIBLE FOR SINGLE-HANDEDLY HOME-WRECKING MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY THIS MONTH >

Another game my friend reccomended whicch is completely awwesome and my entire aestetic and i love it alot and i think its my game of the year unless something else comes around and im absolutely floored with it and i went into it completely endeared and its completely wrecked my vernacular and its so pretty and its so artistic and its so different and its so pretty and its so girl and its so gay and im Elise and im in the woods i like being in the woods this game has the best aestetic of any game ive played ever and it feels like no competition and ummmmmmmmmmm

idk just fucking look at it its so so so so good i love this games world so sooso osososoos s oso ososo o os so mcuh its so good it so nice its so charactered genuinely great little slice of life slash horror slash social sim game with admittedly some jank portions of it that piss me off a little bit but holy fucking shit this games aestetic is the best besy best best bersy tbest best thing ever made i think its really really good pelease watch this segment on youtube its so silly

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im not gonna type anything else this game Is its narrative and i dont wanna spoil anything but its great its got a lovely dark fable aestetic and i think everyone should play it especially if you like rpg maker horror type games / are gay as hell / love fairytale aestetics like I do

i like ummmm Lebkuchen by the way. if u wanna know what my ending is. there is some fucked up shit that happens in this game though despite how absolutely adorable it looks. everything in this game points to it being one of my favorites of all time or at the very least it will definitely poison my brain forever at the expense of my friends who havent played it yet. Waaah..... no i dont think talking about a fanmade pokemon rom hack after arguably a massive artistic achievement is disrespectful thats just how the month flows POKEMON ROWE < I broke it, oops... >

really cool open-world emerald rom hack, similar to crystal clear and the like. I've technically played it already, but this is the first time i've completed it, though i completely broke the game really early into it that undermined it in a way i didnt realize for about 7 gyms, before i accidentally nuked the overworld with a massive bug that scrambled my player's gender and made the overworld color pallete fuck-ey, which, im not ggoing tto blame the developer on, i'm summing that up to a cosmic ray or something. i think with time and with more polish i could see myself liking this more then crystal clear, but time'll see. ( Team was as below )

MIGHTY GUNVOLT < tie in video game i've ever played >

typing this like an hour ins making me realize this docism thing might not stick but mighty gunvolt is neat i guess i never finished it when i first played gunvolt and obsessed over that when it was new ( Mighty gunvolt came as a free download if you bought the first game digitally, you see ) because of the first boss, but now as a more experienced gamer, that's really just because the fire boss is kind of just a weird difficulty spike at the start that the rest of the game difficulty wise doesnt really match up to. It's a cute, very short ( i beat all 3 character campaigns in two hours , liesurely ) platformer styled like megaman, and that's all it really needed to be at the time. i wouldnt go out of my way to play it these days if it wasnt for my own baggage with the gunvolt series in general, and if it wasnt for my much greater affection for its sequel, mighty gunvolt burst.... I'm just gonna say if this game interests you , you really should just play burst instead. Even if you've played the latter before, you're really not missing out on much more then a moderately ok side scroller. it sure is a tie in demake on the early 3ds ! 6180 THE MOON

Surprisingly, this game's on alot of platforms? I just kind of chose it on a whim 'cus it was on the top of the list of H-SHOP stuff and i was looking for something short to play, but it's pretty artsy.

It's a puzzle-platformer where the gimick is that the ball wraps around the screen when you fall down or up, which works really well with the 3ds in my opinion. with the compression and stuff on the 3ds and how the game was laid out, it affectionately reminds me of a flash game you'd find on coolmath or the such, and its very relaxed ( if a little wonky ) . i dont have anything bad to say on it or anything its just a small little game i played on a whim. it's very minimalistic, if you're into that aestetic, you might like this. That's the last of the wholy " new " stuff i finished this month, and id say overall its a solid start for me, and kind of out of season ( very octobery-feeling game lineup in retrospect..! But that month's always usually crowded with obligations and stuff, so i doubt i'd be in a mood for them even at that time of year.. )

Also, i gave a try to cavestory on wiiware, first time i've played the game in a few years now since the switch rerelease! I think its just as fun as i found it when i first discovered it on 3ds, and, while i have a friend who adamantly disagrees, i actually really do like the OST of this version. It's a cute mutation on the games ost that in my opinion enhances the kind of forelorn vibe the game originally had, and i really like the blown up art of this version of cave story, even if it does have nichalis's hands all up in the matter. since it's unlocked from the start, i played the game on Curly Story till the true ending. I still love this game alot. Sometime i'll trick a certain individual into finishing it, i hope.

That's all i have to say! this is the first time i've made such a big post on any kind of social media period, so, hopefully its not unreadably disjointed or self-absorbed. Whatever!

play little goody two shoes

#media diary #video games #little goody two shoes #mario galaxy 2 #actraiser #cave story #mighty gunvolt #I hope i didnt put an excessive number of tags on this #shoutouts to marble and brim on discord for the game reccs #video gamer #docile pillow #Youtube

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wouldntyou-liketoknow · 3 months

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Hi, do you take requests for x readers? Im really wanting some natemare x reader (they/she pronouns) fluffy cuddles maybe a cute date? Protective and mildly possessive Mare has my heart lol hes so precious and i love him, maybe its a date and Mare left to get drinks or something and a creep wouldnt leave y/n alone so Mare has to step in etc? Its okay if not that and its okay if you dont write x readers too ^-^ thanks :P

Call me Lyxie or Lyx ^-^

(for anon, ill be either Lyxie/Lyx or ^-^ anon if theyre free :P)

Weeeeell, this is a tiny bit awkward, considering the role I wrote Natemare into for Goretober 2022 (sue me, I took inspiration from FNAF lore.) But I'm still happy to write for him again! I really appreciate your patience. Hope it's okay!

(I am SO, SO, SO SORRY this took such an incredibly long time to post! The Goretober stuff and my last-minute Halloween Special Story had already been keeping me busy, AND THEN CHRISTMAS SEASON CAUGHT ME SO OFF-GUARD THAT MY HEAD IS STILL SPINNING FROM IRL CHAOS. I guess I should've expected that, because Christmas is always like that, but whatever.)

(Also, this is kind of my first time writing an x reader type story, or one specifically in a romantic sense, at least. So, sorry if this comes across a bit awkwardly 😅)

(Trigger Warnings: alcohol, eating/drinking, unwanted advances/creepy behavior, body horror, slight physical violence, strong language. Please let me know if I missed anything.)

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You can be described as someone who’s skilled in rolling with the punches.

Now, rolling with the punches doesn’t always mean being able to understand things that really aren’t meant to be understood, but it seems you’ve got a certain knack.

If you didn’t, then how else would you have found yourself in a nice relationship with a banshee-esque spirit?

Yeah, your and Mare’s first meeting had been a little awkward, considering you’d been sabotaging a cult that was trying to hold blood rituals in his adopted brother’s name, but you two still became fast friends afterwards. (‘Matter of fact, the adopted brother in question is a pretty chill guy, too. Shockingly chill for an eldritch abomination in disguise, at least.)

Really, dating Mare has helped open up more of reality to you. Pretty much every aspect of the human world has a counterpart for no-so-human entities. (Yes, you sort of already knew about that, but thanks to Mare, you’ve been able to actually explore it for yourself.)

For example: the setting of your latest date.

Holy Water Distilling Co. was one of many establishments owned and controlled in Phantom’s domain.

By day, it was a tidy bar offering a pool table in one corner and a stage in the other.

By night, it was. . .well, the same thing. The only parts of it to change were the clientele, as well as certain items on the menu.

One particular evening, Mare just so happened to be up on the aforementioned stage, alongside a few of his musician-buddies. You, meanwhile, were seated at the counter, watching and listening as he performed.

(Not that you minded this arrangement. Mare’s affinity for music was what you initially bonded with him over, after all. You’d tagged along on his gigs before, and he’d never failed to make it a good time.)

Patiently waiting for him to wrap up his band’s last song so you two could enjoy the rest of the night together. . .

“Y’know, it’s always easy to find some nice toys in this place,” an unfamiliar voice whispers from just a few seats away. “But I never thought I’d see a worthwhile human around here.”

. . .and trying your absolute damnedest to ignore the stranger who just couldn’t seem to take a hint.

Similarly to Mare and Phantom, the stranger in question could almost pass for a human. Just not at the moment, since he’d obviously taken off whatever disguising veil he used (those were pretty popular among this crowd for many reasons).

His eyes bulged from their sockets, lacking both pupils and irises. Just two orbs a little larger than the average tennis ball, coming in a shade of dark pink that looked more toxic than fluorescent, ever-so-slightly rolling around in his head as he stared at you. The grin he aimed in your direction would’ve been creepy even without his particular mouthful of oily-looking needle-teeth.

You ground your jaw, feeling one of your hands curl into a fist on the bar counter.

The bug-eyed stranger seemed to catch onto that body language. Though you didn’t look at him, your peripheral vision still allowed you to see how his smile fell.

“What? I don’t get any gratitude for the compliment?” Mr. Bug-Eyes asked, his voice changing from smug to indignant in a heartbeat.

“If you really think that being called a toy is a compliment,” you finally murmur in a clipped tone, “then you’re in for a rude awakening.”

“Oh, c’mon. I know what girls like,” Mr. Bug-Eyes retorted. “I’ll just never understand why you’re all so repressed.”

“I think you’re mistaking repression for self-respect,” you observed.

You kept your focus on the stage, on Mare and his bandmates. You knew they were on their last song for the night’s performance. The music was winding down, but it was still awesome as ever. He’d asked for your help with lyrics and fine-tuning a good few times in the past, and that had been flattering enough.

But the fact that he was having such a good time singing the stuff that you helped him decide on. . .well, you weren’t sure when you’d stop riding that high, but you certainly weren’t complaining.

“Fine, fine. I get it: you don’t want things to move so fast,” Mr. Bug-Eyes piped up again, nudging his bar stool a few inches closer to you. He didn’t seem to notice how you automatically nudged your own chair a few inches further away. “Can’t I just get your number, honey? It’s clear you need someone to talk to.”

“I’ve already got that covered,” you replied. “That’s how having friends works.”

“That’s big talk for someone who’s here all alone,” Mr. Bug-Eyes sneered.

You feel your knuckles turn white. “I’m not alone.”

“Well, if that’s the case, your company isn’t paying enough attention to you.”

“That’s none of your damn business,” you hiss, trying to keep your voice down. Yeah, you weren’t shy about potentially clocking this guy in the chin if he tried anything, but you still didn’t want to cause a scene. Not when Mare was wrapping up his gig, so close to finally coming offstage and continuing his date with you. “I already told you: I’m. Not. Interested. If you were half the guy you think you are, you would’ve left me alone after the first time.”

Mr. Bug-Eyes gave a melodramatic sigh, and a sickeningly sweet smell permeated the air around you. It almost instantly caused the first stage of a migraine to flare along the bridge of your nose. You shook your head, blinking as your eyes grew watery way faster than necessary.

A chill raced down your spine as you registered the weight of a hand on your head, ruffling your hair.

You jerked back, slapping it away. “Get away from me!”

The quick motion, combined with the smell, caused you to lose your balance. However, instead of collapsing onto the floor, you felt yourself being caught. Despite your now hazy vision, it took no time at all for you to recognize the colorful tattoos adorning your rescuer’s arms.

Relief sliced through the awful type of adrenaline that was thrumming through your head.

From there, things moved pretty fast.

The environment around you was a blur as clouds of dark violet smoke poured from Mare’s eyes, from his mouth, through his skin itself.

Mare guided one of your arms to rest along his shoulder, helping you to keep up with his pace.

Cool nighttime air rushed past the two of you; you almost didn’t notice the deep whooshing sound of a heavy glass door being swung open.

And before you knew it, you were suddenly sitting down again. The weight of Mare’s arm was still around your waist.

“Deep breaths. Take deep breaths,” Mare coached. There was a slight echo in his voice; his pitch seemed a bit all over the place. That always seemed to happen whenever he had too much energy, good or bad.

You nodded, following those instructions. You raised a hand to knead at your temple. Then, after a moment of scrubbing at your eyes, you realized that you were now in a completely different part of the downtown area. If memory served, you were now a far distance away from Holy Water Distilling Co.

“Are you okay?” Mare asked, keeping a firm yet gentle hold on your hand.

You finally looked over at him. His eyes were pitch-black, the purple tear tracks on his face now branching out like veins or tree roots. His skin had turned a deathly shade of gray; if you looked closely enough, you could almost see the shapes of his teeth and skull through the barrier.

Despite his obvious anger, concern and fear were still present in his features.

“I’m okay. I’m okay,” you eventually reassured him. Your head still felt a little funny, but now that you were away from the scent, your senses were much clearer. You didn’t hesitate to hug him, resting your head on his shoulder. He returned the gesture tenfold, sighing.

The minutes dragged along, but you didn’t mind.

“Whoever that idiot was, I think I’m gonna have to kill him,” Mare murmured after you pulled away. The edge in his voice had died down a bit, and his features were slowly but surely turning less ghoulish, but his eyes remained dark.

“I won’t stop you,” you hummed, having long-since grown accustomed to his more monstrous side, “but could that wait a bit? Just until tomorrow?”

Mare squinted at you, understandably incredulous.

You shrugged. “I mean, you seemed really excited about the movie. The screening’s supposed to start in about. . .” You glanced down to check the clock on your phone, “. . .twenty minutes from now, I think.”

Mare’s eyes widened as a surprised snicker escaped his lips. “Priorities, priorities.”

You tilted your head as you rose from the sidewalk bench. “Consider it your reward for rescuing the damsel in distress.”

“Well, when you put it like that. . .” Mare was quick to follow, locking arms with you as you began strolling together.

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munamania · 6 months

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going to pointlessly ramble about the grammys just cause im annoyed and bored at work:

in no way is anti hero a song worthy of an award as stupid as the institution giving it might be. did a lot for fandom edits but stop giving that woman grammys just cause shes popular oh my god. that album sucked

ill keep these next two complaints separate. guts was fine but not good enough for album of the year are we kidding. i knew it was gonna happen and got preemptively a little bit mad. sorry olivia and her fans i love u girl but stop giving teenagers grammys it's really going to their heads. im tired. nowhere to be seen: the rise and fall of a midwest princess or javelin. ok. guts was better than harrys house as an album nominee by a decent amount... but not enough. come on.

boygenius being on there but not muna or chappell or paramore. once again. boring. sorry i still havent listened to the whole record but it's so obvious theyre getting up there because they had a lot of popularity skyrocketing this year and theyre the whitest/most vague and performative about their queerness. i am not saying the artists themselves and the way they behave is performative btw im just saying like. chappell has local drag queens at every tour date. muna brings out a variety of artists for their openers and brought a trans choir to one of their days at. wait was that in la. well regardless it was recent. im just saying they dont engage with the broader queer community as much like hurrah yay tits out but. be serious. they are not the best performers or lyricists.

i guess kill bill is fine as song of the year but the rest of these... why isnt speed drive on there if we're including barbie songs.

best new artist. im appalled chappell isnt there but whatever. as fine as his music seems im sick of hearing about this noah guy.

BEST POP DUO/GROUP PERFORMANCE. AND YOU PUT KARMA BY TAYLOR AND ICE SPICE. PLEASE BE SERIOUS. THAT WAS SO FORGETTABLE AND STUPID AND AWFUL. OH MY GOD WE'RE IN HELL SORRY TO BE DRAMATIC. FUCK OFF AND DIE I AM SO SICK OF SEEING THAT WOMANS NAME (sorry ice spice). WHY THE ABSOLUTE FUCK IS ONE THAT GOT AWAY NOT THERE (well apologies if it only counts feature songs usually...... whatever.)

the fact that fast car luke combs is on there. WHAT EXACTLY DID HE DO. HE TOOK A LESBIAN'S SONG AND SANG IT LIKE. OK. HE DID NOT WRITE THAT SHIT. IT'S NOT THAT GOOD OF A COVER. KYS!!!!

yeah whatever naturally charli wouldnt show up for best soundtrack on bottoms. and maybe it wasnt like THE best score ever but it was so much fun.

fast car is on here twice. im clenching my fists.

at least rush is on here i guess... why no other troye noms even.

best pop vocal album and u have olivia and taylor there. this is how u can tell pop music rn is in the shits. sorry. neither of them have bad voices theyre just singers not vocalists. not to be pretentious but if the whole category is about vocals.

i wont hate on them for this but olivia and boygenius are the only women you could come up with for the rock category. what about nova twins. ig their genre is weird but neither of them wholly fit it either. ok also their album is from 2022. whatever

best music video and they have rush but not got me started or whatever or one of your girls.... right. omg caroline rose is on here (not mv) i liked her one song

k well then theres a lot of others sorry to neglect but whatever. in conclusion. im sick. and tired.

#abby talks

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ambiguouspuzuma · 2 years

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Out of the Loop

Journal entry 542 15th June 2022

Well, it certainly wasn't the ideal start to a working day. It turns out that the storm last night has torn some panels from the fence, so that's something I'll need to get fixed, no doubt at great expense. Judging from the drive to work, there's going to be a waiting list. The roads were awful, too, traffic stretched as far as the eye could see, just because some trees had fallen down as well. At least work was straightforward, although I had to show Jonas how to do his job again. The same stuff I told him just a few months ago. Brain like a sieve, that guy, honestly.

Journal entry 542 15th June 2022

I don't really know how to say this, but Jonas has finally snapped. I was just making my mid-morning coffee when he cornered me in the kitchen and started rambling some absolute nonsense, even worse than his usual barrage of stupid work questions. It's not like I was having the ideal start to my day as it was - it turns out that the storm last night has done for some of the fence panels, so that's a direct hit to my savings, and I had to spend an hour in traffic because it decided to take out some trees on the way. With all that stress going on, I was really hoping for a straightforward day at the office.

I managed to excuse myself and ignored him when we were back at our desk, but then later on I hear he's been escorted from the building because he kept prodding people and shouting. Prodding! I've always joked that he's a few panels short of a fence himself, but I always thought he was just a bit scatterbrained, not... whatever this is. I actually thought he might be showing signs of improvement when I came in this morning, remembering stuff I taught him a few months ago without needing his usual reminder, but I guess a few hours of competency was all that bizarre mind of his could take. I wonder what will happen to him now?

Journal entry 542 15th June 2022

I have no idea how to write this entry. I don't really have the words to do it justice, so I guess I'll just be frank and state the facts.

Jonas is dead. He didn't show up for work this morning, and we assumed it must have been because of the storm last night - I was delayed in traffic for a fallen tree, and the garden fence is in tatters, so plenty of reasons he might have had to stay home or not been able to make it in - but then someone said he'd been found dead.

Even then we guessed it must have been a fallen roof tile, a tragic casualty of the storm, but the truth turned out to be even worse. He took his own life. They won't say how, but I don't think I actually want to know. How long have we shared a desk now? It has to be the best part of a year. I won't pretend that we always got on, and I did find him frustrating at times, but this is horrible. I would never have wanted this for him.

It's awful to think that I used to make jokes about his intelligence, his sanity, and all the while he was actually struggling with real problems. He needed support, not my mockery. Did he know how I felt? Was that a reason that he did what he did? If that's the case, I don't think that I'll ever forgive myself, but I suppose that all that I can do now is try to be a better person in the future. It goes without saying that I'll never speak ill of Jonas again.

Journal entry 542 15th June 2022

God, that imbecile Jonas has been creeping me out all day. Having a moron for a desk buddy is hard enough when he's focusing on work, but today he seems to be trying out a new party trick: guessing what I'm about to say before I say it. I tried my best not to encourage him, playing down the accuracy, but he was actually getting scarily close. Sometimes almost word for word. I don't know how he was doing it, but I didn't like it at all.

He actually said that he'd been to the future, lived this day before, something like that, so he knew what I was going to say, but that was definitely the weaker part of the whole act. If he's training to be one of those amateur magicians, he really needs to work on his patter. Probably best to focus on guessing cards and facts and things, too, rather than jumping in to finish every sentence. Even children must find that annoying.

Then of course I have to come home to missing fence panels, a legacy of last night's storm (which also doubled the length of my commute, thanks to some fallen trees), but I've got no energy at all to try and get them fixed. I'll look for someone tomorrow, although I bet they're already fully booked by now.

Journal entry 542 15th June 2022

I'm worried about Jonas. He was weirdly efficient this morning, getting his work done in half the time it should usually take - and that means a quarter of the time it usually takes him, given the number of questions he has to ask - but then spent the time he'd freed up researching electricity and the storm last night.

I thought I was badly hit - a few broken fence panels, one nightmare commute - but it turns out his building was actually struck by lightning. He kept asking me questions about how lightning actually works, as if I'd have the first clue. I'm pretty good at answering him on work stuff, often because I've already given the same answer before, but he seems to think that makes me an expert on everything.

"How can I recreate it?" was one of them, which is such a weird hypothetical that I don't think it even makes sense. Nobody creates lightning - unless I'm even more ignorant than I thought. I assume he didn't meant literally, but I'm lost as to what he actually wanted. Besides, even if I did know how to summon another storm, I certainly wouldn't tell anybody - least of all a maniac like him. I'm not sure my savings could afford any more damage like last night.

Anyway, he left at lunchtime for a dentist appointment he'd forgotten to tell anyone about - that's classic scatterbrain Jonas for you - so I didn't get the chance to ask him what the hell he was on about. I do worry about him sometimes, you know - whether he's actually not all there, beyond the jokes I make along similar lines. Hopefully he's just a bit shocked and excited by living through a freak occurrence like that. I guess I can always check in with him tomorrow.

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scullysexual · 1 year

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Emily lived au and is now an FBI agent lol.

I've had this idea in my head a while now and just got the urge to write it. Perhaps in the future there'll be more to this (since I really should not be starting ANOTHER multi-chapter) but depending on how well this is received, I may or may not write another chapter- idk yet. Anyway the premise is: What if Emily survived, became an FBI agent and began to investigate the X-Files in this year of 2022/23? That's pretty much it.

Also, thank you X-Files archive book for essentially being Mulder/Emily's case files for this fic. I will be depending you on heavily in the future.

This is definitely more Emily as the main character fic and m/s and msr in general is just in the background but m/s will definitely be making their appearances here and there- the xfiles are theirs after all.

Also, idk how the FBI works and I didn't do any research before writing this so I probably got tons wrong. I'm sorry

@today-in-fic

The gravel crunches beneath the wheels, signalling her arrival before she even got to the front door. In front of her, she spies a shift in the blind and the brief appearance of a face before it disappears and the blind shifts back to its original position. She was always so good at showing up unannounced.

Emily exits her rental, not bothering to lock the doors (benefits to living in the middle of nowhere) and climbs up the creaky porch steps. She doesn’t even need to knock. She listens to the familiar sound of a thousand locks be unlocked, a wisp of a smile gracing her lips at the memory of coming home from school in winter and having to wait what felt like hours in the freezing cold just to be let in, with November’s chill in the air she could almost be twelve years old again right now.

Eventually the door is unlocked and open wide, revealing Mulder, her father, in the doorway.

“Welcome home, Special Agent Sim,” he says.

A blush spreads across her cheeks and she turns her head down. The title still sounded brand new, like it should belong to somebody else, not little old ill her.

“I guess I never did thank you for fudging the medical records, did I?”

“They’re irrelevant,” Mulder says. “But I knew they wouldn’t accept you into the academy if they saw them so…” he shrugs the rest of the sentence away. “What brings you all the way here anyway?” He moves out of the way, allowing her entry.

She tries not to let the question sting. It’s just a question after all but since moving to DC finding time to come back to her childhood home just didn’t seem available, even phone calls had come few and far between. She told herself it was fine when Will was still home fulltime, perhaps her presence wasn’t missed as much but once her brother moved away to college she should have made more of an effort.

Stepping through to the living room, Emily sits down on the couch, followed shortly by Mulder.

“I have a question actually,” she says once he’s seated. “Before you left the FBI, did you bring any files home with you?”

A darkened look crosses his face. “What kind of files?”

“Just…files.” Her hands move to her lap, fingers fidgeting with each other. “Old files. Unsolved…cases.”

Mulder sighs. “You mean the X-Files.”

She knows her excited look betrays everything.

“Can I ask why you’re asking about them?”

“Curiosity?” Emily sighs. “I overheard people in work talking about them. There’s a rumour they might assign someone to them and if I could have the background on some past cases, see your methods, then I might be able to snag myself the job.”

Mulder stares at you. “This is the job you want?”

Truthfully, no, but her observation skills had been on point since she was a child. Hiding in shadows where nobody would think to look, Emily would observe and listen to what was being said. How many nights did she creep downstairs and overhear conversations between her parents about the X-Files? Knew how much they meant to Mulder, and to fall into the hands of somebody who didn’t care, files and cases that meant nothing to them, Emily couldn’t bear the thought while she was right there. These files, this department, it was almost like a birth right, she had to be the one to man them.

There was another reason too, a personal one. Her name was in one of those files. EMILY SIM. The little girl who bled toxic green blood, who was poked and prodded at, whose cyst scar sits at the back of her neck, hidden from all eyes. There was so much she didn’t know about herself, so much Mulder and her mother kept secret. These files could hold those answers if she looked hard enough.

She doesn’t say all that to Mulder, however. Not once had she brought any of this up before, perhaps waiting for them to tell her instead. They never did. Instead they fudged medical records and told her to stay safe, do not bleed that green blood.

“It’s only right, isn’t it?” she says. “For me to do it and not let someone who doesn’t care or has a totally different agenda investigate them?”

She watches Mulder think it over. Emily knew in his spare time he still looked into X-Files-esque cases but he was no longer a special agent with unique access, those he knew that had that access where all gone, it was just him and Scully with Mulder trying to do what he could from a computer with a dodgy internet connection. But then there was her- Emily- the key to unlock those doors.

“Follow me,” he says, standing.

She does so, venturing into his office. She lingers near the desk whilst Mulder heads over to the filing cabinet. She spies all his alien paraphernalia that clutters the space and smiles. This room was a museum of Mulder’s life, for all the stories it held, and for that reason it was her favourite room in the house.

On the wall she spies the poster. She wanders over to it. It was the same one that had sat in the basement years ago- Yes, she knew about that basement office of course- and now had found its home here. I want to believe stares back at her and she wonders if he does believe now.

“Here they are,” Mulder says, calling her attention back to him. She walks over to where he stands, one of the drawers open, files filing it completely.

Breath caught, Emily stares down at them. One file and all her questions could be answered. Her stomach twists uncomfortably at the thought. Maybe they kept it a secret for a reason, perhaps she didn’t really want to know.

“Not every file is in here,” he tells her and Emily nods. “Those that are were either saved from the fire or recreated by me or someone else. There’s also a lot of missing evidence or it’s been redacted and maybe there just useless but it’s all I have, all anyone has ever been able to find. Hopefully you can gauge something from them.”

She nods again and Mulder begins taking them out, piling them onto her outstretched hands. They did good, Emily thinks all down at the growing pile. There was more than enough here.

“And another thing.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t tell your mother you have these. She’ll kill me.”

There’s a smile on his face so she smiles as well.

“She hasn’t killed you yet.”

“True. But she would if she knew I was putting you in any danger.”

Emily frowns at that, memories of Dana making sure she was always safe and careful appear before her. It was like you were fragile, like you could be broken at any second. You didn’t want that anymore and in your own act of rebellion you chose the riskiest job you could think of, ticked field agent on your application, was handed a gun and chased bad guys for a living, one wrong move and out that toxic green blood would spill.

“I’m a big girl now,” she says, no hint of a smile or joke. Mulder looks at you with sadness that sends the guilt right down to her stomach.

She coughs, attempting to lift the dour atmosphere that’s entered the room.

“Where is Mom anyway? Working?”

“Yeah,” says Mulder, surprised at the sudden change in topic. “She’ll be home soon.”

“You should tell her to retire. I’m sure there’s somebody else around who wants to change kid’s lives.”

Mulder shrugs. “I keeps her busy.”

She makes a noise in agreement, clutching the files, ready to go. She got what she came for and even said hello to a parent, more than enough for the next year, if she remembers to ring in the next six months she can pat herself on the back and say well done.

“Emily,” Mulder calls and it stops her in her tracks. “You should stay tonight. You’ve come all this way and Scully would love to see you again.”

She barged back into their lives without so much a word, one thing on her mind, and was about to up and leave again thinking she’d done her bit, the least she could do is eat some dinner and stay for one night.

“Yeah, I will.”

.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.

The red files stare up at her, tempting her to open one, to uncover their secrets. She told herself to wait until she was in the comfort of her own house, but there pull is strong, just a little peak—

“There you are.”

Her hand snatches back from the file quicker than it approached it. Emily spins, coming face to face with her mother in the doorway, and shuffles slightly to shield the files with her body.

“You don’t need to hide them,” Scully says, she eyes the spot where the files lay hidden behind Emily’s body, like she can see straight through her daughter and to the contraband on the bed. “Mulder told me, I knew there was something he wanted to say.”

Emily relaxes, shifting to the side to reveal the files. Sadness passes across Scully’s face at the sight of them.

“Why Emily?”

Emily plops down onto the bed, worrying one of the edges of the files.

“Because it’s the right thing to do. If they’re really reopening them then it should be me who does it.”

Scully enters the room, picking up one of the files.

“Have you opened it yet?”

Emily shakes her head.

“You’re worried you’ll find your name in there?”

“Will I?”

Scully sighs, placing the file back down. “You’re file was lost.”

“In the fire?”

“Long before that. I tried to find it one day and it wasn’t in the cabinet anymore. Mulder doesn’t know what happened to it…Not that you need your file…”

Emily waits. She stopped getting her hopes up that her mother would reveal answers to her long ago. Now she just waits, never hoping, just waiting.

“Do you have a partner?”

No answers from Dana Scully tonight it seems.

“Do I need one?”

Scully nods. “It’s better to. This work can be…lonely. Sometimes it’s nice to have someone to be alone with.”

Emily nods. “I’ll find someone.”

“How long are you staying for?”

“One night,” Emily answers. “I really do need to get back.”

It’s Scully’s turn to nod then.

“You should visit more. It’s quiet here now that William’s gone to college and Mulder could do with the company.”

“Yeah,” Emily answers, an idea striking her. “I think I will visit more.”

“Good. We’ll call you when it’s time for dinner, okay.”

Emily smiles. She really could be twelve years old all over again.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

She watches Scully leave and once out of sight, picks up one of the files. It can’t wait until she gets home. Tonight she’ll read each one of them, as carefully and critically as she can. This department is hers.

.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.

Snuggled up in her old childhood bed, the bedside lamp casting the room in an orange glow, the wind howling through the trees outside, the files sit, unmoved, on the bed, a messy pile. Emily picks the first one up at random.

X129202 08/08/93.

TOOMS, Eugene Victor.

This case Emily knew of already. It was told to her as a bed time story of sorts when she was younger, the image of Tooms stretching his way down a chimney, like some fucked up Santa Claus, would stay with her forever. Some of the earlier cases were told to her as stories but her mother soon put a stop to them when Emily had become the unwelcomed member in her bed at night.

She was about to turn the page, to read the less redacted version of this story when she is submerged into darkness. She’d almost forgotten about this house and it’s power cuts always at the worst time.

An old habit, Emily roots through the top drawer in her bedside table in search of the candles that resided in her. Picking one out, she roots through her jean pockets on the floor for her lighter. In a quick, practiced motion, the candle is lit and placed beside the lamp. It was a poor substitute to the much brighter lamp but what was one to do? Satisfied, Emily picks up the file again, glancing over the front page. A shiver runs through her.

“It’s fine,” she says to herself. “Reading creepy old case files by candlelight. Completely normal.”

She turns the page. With the exception of a couple of names having been redacted, it’s mostly readable. Emily quickly reads through it, an echo of her mother’s voice sounding inside her head as she does so. She turns to the next page, the lifeless, soulless stare of Eugene Victor Tooms’ mugshot stares back at her. Another shiver as she curses poor light and bad 90s camera quality, she quickly passes over to the page next to it- Tooms’ lie detector test, on and on until she reaches the next Tooms’ file, the one that documents his demise. Good, Emily thinks, tossing it aside and picking up the next.

Halfway through reading the Peacock file does something hit the window startling Emily out of reading with a jump. She closes the file with a bit more force than necessary and puts it on the floor with the rest of them. She’ll read the rest in the morning. In daylight. With the sounds of her father pottering away downstairs and not the creaks and bangs of an old farmhouse in the middle of the woods.

#the x-files #the x files #txf fic #xfiles fanfiction #future fic ideas #scullysexualwrites

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notstilinski · 2 years

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The Quarry Starters !

Taken from the 2022 Supermassive Games video game, The Quarry! Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit! There may be some light spoilers!

“We’re just… We’re in geographic flux.”

“Guess it’s all part of the rustic summer camp experience.”

“Just another guy who didn’t want to admit that he was lost.”

“Is this guy, like, the all time scariest cop?”

“You really want to listen to the advice of some creep ass cop who told us in the middle of the creep ass woods to go to some creep ass motel?”

“Oh my god, if he called me ‘ma’am’ one more time, I was about to shove that badge up his dickhole.”

“You’ve seen Evil Dead, right?”

“I’ve waited for you. I’ve waited, yes. So I do hope our time together proves… enlightening.”

“There are secrets out there, you know. Secrets and lies.”

“Ugh, horror. I hate horror.”

“Well, I haven’t killed you… yet. And you’re still pretty pathetic.”

“Okay, okay. Let’s all put our little dicks away and get this show on the road, huh?”

“Time to let loose and vamoos this caboose.”

“I mean… in a way, ‘faking’ it is just being yourself, but louder.”

“Gotta understand the repercussions of your actions, buster.”

“Good grief. I’m outgrowing my own cliches.”

“Will humanity prevail? Or will we grow ravenous and resort to eating the flesh of the deceased like I saw in that one plane crash movie.”

“What? You got a gun, why can’t I get firecrackers?”

“Booty? Oh, uh, it means like treasure… Or butts.”

“I knew there was a secret sex dungeon around here somewhere!”

“Alright, well, it looks like a pit of eternal darkness so…”

“It is pretty spooky down here and it smells pretty unnatural so… Yeah. Okay. I’m coming back up.”

“You’re in danger. Hunted by a creature of indeterminate origin-“

“Where’s the fun in hunting that which is already dead.”

“Big jokes take big sacrifices.”

“Well, I hate to break it to you, but he just had his tongue down my throat, and he definitely knew what to do with it.”

“What’s this? A female in need? Fear not, fragile thing — For Hurricane (Name) is here!”

“I-I-I don’t even know what it was. It was so fast, and it was- and there was a hunter.”

“Looks like we have a choice on our hands. Do we snoop though someone else’s belongings, or do we open the spooky trapped door and die a horrible, painful death?!”

“You mean nine-one-one? Who says ‘ninety one one?”

“Okay, sure, but that’s because I really wanted a gun.”

“Okay, so maybe I was a little nervous when I arrived in an uncomfortable social situation and I overcompensated a little bit by making a bunch of jokes.”

“Well that bodes ill. Fucking hell.”

“I’m sick, (Name)… Why don’t you care about me?”

“I mean… dead people don’t usually jump out of windows and run into the forest.”

“You have no idea what’s going on here. Not a goddamn clue. You just stepped into Grade A, Double Prime, Go Ahead and Kill Yourself cosmic type shit. And your only option is to buckle the fuck up and do as I say. Do you understand?”

“I’m just trying to get us out of here, and I can’t get us out of here until I have some clue about why the fuck we’re in here.”

“It really did a number on you. Like, I’m surprised you’re not more messed up. Like I vividly remember the things teeth ripping into you.”

“So what? What do we do, really? We run off into the sunset, only to be stopped when I turn into a nasty ass monster and kill you. And eat you. And then I run off into the sunset alone with little bits of you stuck in my teeth.”

“So much for my depth perception.”

“We’re gonna fix you, (Name). Promise. I promise.”

“‘Fucking around where they shouldn’t have.’ That’s (Name)‘a middle name. This is very bad.”

“This isn’t a ghost story. It’s a creature features. It’s really happening, and you’re all in it.”

“You’re doing all of this for a boy?”

“Jesus, Mary and Jazzhands.”

“Trauma can bring people together.”

“Someone’s been eating there spinach.”

“So — You want to go into the collapsing nightmare tunnel first, or shall I?”

“I wish I could take it all back. I wish I could take it all back, but I can’t.”

“Hey, find me something sharp enough in the scrapyard and… we can make that happen.”

“Fuck this night. Fuck it all the way until morning.”

“YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM ME IN MY OWN HOUSE, FUCKER!”

“This isn’t gonna be too pleasant for you. I promise you that!”

“I ain’t ever been stabbed before.”

“I keep trying to fix it… Whatever this is… But people keep getting hurt.”

“We are being hunted by literal monsters and this is what bothers you?”

“Thanks. For… Uh… Not killing me.”

“The nights not over yet. These fuckers know we’re here, and they’re coming back first chance they get.”

“I kind of want an oil painting of me now.”

“Showtime, motherfuckers.”

“I wish I could tell you I’m sorry. More than anything.”

“Fuck! I just wanted one more night together. Is that too much to ask? Shit. Stop crying you big baby.”

“God damn this place has some uncool vibes.”

“Okay. I hope you got hat insurance, (Name) — Because I’m about to blow your mind!”

“You always have to oversell something to sell it! That’s capitalism, baby!”

#rp meme #roleplay meme #sentence starters #sentence meme #starter sentences #ask meme #ask prompts #inbox memes #inbox prompts #video game sentence starters #the quarry spoilers #i wish that i could some better quotes . some more serious / spooky ones

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Dritchet week 2022 Day 2: Promised Land

||(Day 1)||(Day 3)||(Last Day)

There's a Virus that is going that will reunite Deadlock to the mech that helped him.

Tw: for refereference of financial abuse. It happens in the last portion of the fic. And surgery for a lodge bullet wound at the beginning. While I tried to make more like a mechanic pulling out peices of the engine, it still something to weary of it.

He was saved by a space bridge engineer. Not a nurse, not a doctor, not even a damn medic. No just an of the so called neutral parties whom claim to only wish to help, but they never want to. Deadlock would have to bring up the law to force them.

So how pathetic must he be to still be weak for any mech with a soft touch. Deadlock has a reputation for fragging medics, but that wasn't entirely true. He also goes for former clockmakers or mechanics, or any bot who could make his engine purr properly. He's looking for a mech who could match the touch of the engineer, or at least get close enough.

So when a new viruse hits the Decepticon base he currently is stationed at. Many of his comrades give him a knowing look. High command managed to get some mechs who would come in to investigate the illness. The first order of business is that all personal would be quarantined until further notice. That's when the doctors will go into each individual room, and stay until they get an all clear.

At least three full days with a mech with a good touch all to himself. Yeah, they all already know that he's going to come out with another file in his folder.

A knock on the door, his doctor, his target. "Please stand stand back while I setup the sanitation ionization." That voice... "Good. I will now enter your room." The lock blinks three times red, turns green as the door opens and in comes in his doctor.

His doctor, that damn space bridge engineer. With a soft grey faceplate, a darker Chevron amongst pearlescent plating. If only he had his golden aura, then Deadlock would truly be in the well.

"Well, well." Deadlock moves to hover over him. "Surprise to see you here, doc." The mech flinches, guess he doesn't like being reminded that he isn't under the board. "Didn't imagine that they would manage to get someone like you to help us lowlifes."

"Don't say that." Ooo he's got a fire in him. "All bots deserve help." He leads Deadlock to the berth, guiding down with more than a suggestion than force. "Alright." he pulls out a medical scanner. It usually something you would notice, not until someone points it out. "Scans are coming out good." He rattles the thing as if it would suddenly change the results.

Deadlock gives him a smug look. Yeah he's done his best to make sure the mech's hard work wasn't undone. It wasn't for praise, since he didn't know if they would ever meet up again. If he was being completely honest, the idea of him being the last mech to touch him deeply sits well with him. "So green across the board, doc?"

"Hum. I wouldn't say that." He digs two finger into the swivel underneath his chassis. Fuck did that hurt, he tries to hold the cleanser back. "You have a deep cut here. Your suspensions are shot and the serpentine belt are five turns from snapping."

There's a small smile hiding underneath all that professionalism, one that Deadlock is more than happy to pull out. The mech then grabs his faceplate, forcing Deadlock to look at him and forcing his mouth open. He literal takes the words out of his mouth as he pops open and uses his flashlight. "You also have a chipped fang and your energon filter is almost full." He gets his fingers out of his mouth.

"I thought you said I was doing good." Deadlock lips are still pursued, like he was waiting for a kiss. Ratchet then pulls him back down and closes his mouth. He still has that small hidden smile, he was enjoying himself.

"In terms of the virus going around, you had no contact. And considering what you Decepticons do, only having one major injury, I say you're doing well for yourself." He makes notes on the scanner, angling it so Deadlock could have a better look. "Anything else you'd like to bring up? Sometimes diagnosis can't really get everything." He has his finger hovering over the save button.

"Yeah..." he moves closer. "See I have this thing on my lip." He gives him space to let him look at him. Deadlock returns the smug smile. "The only way to cure it is if you give it a kiss." He makes obnoxious kissing sounds, he probably would have chase the mech down but the gentle caress on chest stops him.

"Well I'll look into that too." The mech walks back to the entrance. "But first lets get all of these kinks in order." He stands by the door, not doing anything. Was he getting his bearing or did Deadlock come on to strong? "By the way." He looks back at him, and damn if that full smile didn't look good on him. "You should take this time to learn some manners and try asking for a date first, okay."

"How about your name?", and he walked out.

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"Oww." Deadlock whines as the mech pulls out the stray bullet that was logged underneath his armor is being yanked out. It is a good thing that the quarantine shields also block out sounds. Because the last thing he wants the team hearing cry about some little wound. Well it was more because that little wound was his fault.

"I put in five pain numbing chips." The mech uses his right hand to hold him in place. "Sorry, none of your files mentioned that you burn through them this quickly." He unspools more of the cords from the side of his body. Yikes he's pretty sure those aren't supposed to be out like this. "Okay I got it."

If he cried like a new spark, no he didn't. The mech starts to wipe down the cables he pulled out. His touch is still gentle... "So..." he looks down, wanting to see him work again. "What's my status?"

"Well I got the bullet out, though it is strange that it is a metal one..." it is true, sliver metal is expensive to get, and even more to use. However it has a better chance of slowing down a mech on the run, as normal energon shots instantly cauterize the wound. The down side is that they need a lot of training for proper care. One that Deadlock didn't have at the time he fired it. "But I don't want to start the other surgeries just yet. You still have to flush out the pain chips before I can use the blockers."

"Ohhh..." he feels heat growing up in his faceplate. Should he ask for the doctor's name? Or maybe he should ask about how the operation of his fang will go? He should at least say something and not lay here mute.

"Unfortunately I don't have any with me right now. So after this I'll have to go outside." He gives the joints that bend his leg a shake, like some kind of youngling. "That will give you at least more time to get some manners."

He gives him a scoff, "Says the mech who has his arms three meters deep in my internals." Then a yelp escapes his lips as said mech tugs a cord a little too hard. "Hey if I have to get manners, then you have to get better bedside manners."

"Excuse me?" Oh that fire in his eyes is back. The mech doesn't mess with his frame again, no he just keeps plugging cords back into their connectors. This time he gives them a nice rub.

"I'm just saying that it wouldn't hurt you to be a little sweeter to ya patients."

"Yeah." He finish putting everything back in his body. He pulls a bigger surprise by patching the wound and giving the still cooling metal a kiss. It was more of a ghost kiss than anything else. "Is this what you want? Me kissing your boo boos and rubbing your head like a good little mech."

"It would be a start." Deadlock takes the other bot's hand and moves them to his lips.

"Too bad." Before he could kiss them, they're snatched out of his grip. "Now I have to get those blockers. So just stay there and don't get up." The mech gets up and goes for the door.

"Wait." Deadlock knows he'll be back, but he has to get this off his chest. "How about I show you how nice I can be? Say over a nice dinner, my treat."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, once all of this is over. Just look for me and I'll take you somewhere fancy."

"Well..." sweet Primus he's considering it. "I don't really date my patients."

"Good thing once this is over I won't be."

"And I don't even know your name."

"Deadlock. The name is Deadlock."

The mech scans the door and stands for the sanitation system to clear him. He turns to walk away, and he almost leaves without an answer.

"Ratchet."

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After all the noise that was the virus running around the base, Deadlock finally gets to leave his damn room. More importantly he gets to go on that date he promised to Ratchet.

Buffing his armor and waxing his face. He wants to be extra tempting tonight, because despite his plan to berth the mech. Deadlock didn't make that happen, so better to have insurance.

He makes his way towards a high end bar in the middle of Praxis. As one of the few cities still completely neutral, it allows him to spoil Ratchet. That and the owner still owes him from saving his business, so he gets unrestricted access to one of the private rooms.

"I must admit." Ratchet comes from the corner of the street, looking up and examining the building. Neon lights bounce off his frame. "This is a pretty swanky place." When he's satisfied with where they would go to, he turns around giving Deadlock a smile.

"Well if it isn't Ratchet?" Before either of them could say another one to each other another mech comes in. He isn't much to look at, and Deadlock certainly isn't threatened. However, he sees that his date is tense and that doesn't sit well with him. "I'm surprised you can afford to go to a place like this."

"I can't." Ratchet wraps himself in Deadlock's embrace as if he could physically block him. For his part the con deepens the hug, flaring his plating to imitate the newcomer. "My date here is the one treated me."

The mech gives a hard look, evaluating if Deadlock could actually afford it or not. "Somehow I don't believe you..." Okay, this asshole is going to-

"That doesn't matter." Ratchet tries to lead them to the building, but he doesn't let him. Deadlock isn't going to let that mech talk to Ratchet like that. "That's the truth."

There's a sinister smile that passes through that mech's face. "Oh yeah." Then he moves to enter the club. "Then maybe you can convince him to pay for my drinks too." He laughs away or he could. Until he reaches to the bouncer and looks back. "By the way Ratchet." He waits for his full undivided attention. "That's going to be another 100, since you clearly can afford it."

As the mech is allowed to go in, Ratchet just shuts down. Deadlock realise that when he guids him to the pent lounge and sits him down at the seat that hits the corner. "No..." Ratchet says in nothing but a whisper. "I was so close."

"Hey." He won't let that mech ruin this date or let him get one over Ratchet. "What was all that about?" Deadlock is firm, he needs Ratchet to know that through thick and thin he wants to be here.

"Nothing... it's nothing."

"Try again." He slams his hand on the table, scarring away the minicon that was assigned as their waiter. Ratchet is still passive, nothing like that sassy mech he was stuck with for five days. "C'mon Ratchet. I want to be able to help."

"Oilslick." He doesn't change much but having a name is something he can work with. "I don't know how much you know about how sponsors work." Ratchet shifts his position to put his hands on the table to rub them and soothe himself. Deadlock puts one hand to join him. "But when you join the academy, they pay for your tuition. They do that to encourage more bots to join in. However it gets quite expensive." Ratchet shifts his hold to put his hands in between his, and darn if it didn't feel good. "To mitigate the cost, they sell the debt to places that will hire mechs. So not too strange to see mechs get stuck in as servants to the places they work. Most of the times the intrest rates are outrageous to make sure talents stay in one place."

"And he bought yours."

Ratchet nods but still doesn't look at him. "He got me at a discount." Deadlock does his best to keep his rage in line. "It's hard to get work when you have a record for malpractice."

He supposes that Ratchet thinks that this would shock him, and when he found out it did. How could any engineers have a touch like his, but he figured that not being a doctor would get you flagged by the Senate. "So he lords that record over you?"

"Yeah... calls me a financial lost. So he charges what he thinks I should have been making for him." He's starting to cry. "I was finally so close to pay it off. Just one more job I would have had the money. I could have gotten out of there."

Deadlock can't stand this. He was never good at being comforting, but for Ratchet- "There, there." He forces him into his embrace, letting him hide his shame between his frame. "It's going to be okay. We'll find a way to get you out."

"Huh?" Ratchet looks up as if he misunderstood what he said.

"I know this is our first date, but I need you to know I'm going to help you through this. Even if this thing between us doesn't work out. I want you to know that I will get you out of this." Ratchet field is erratic, he's scared to trust him. "You saved my life." He moves to pet his head. "Let me pay it forward."

It's a tall ask. To hand over years of gear and worry. To take the thing his worked the hardest at and to let go. However, if Deadlock can do this, why shouldn't he. If getting Ratchet to a promise land for a small fee. Then yeah it would be worth it.

What he failed to think about is how much the travel to reach there would take.

#transformers #maccadam #fanfic #ratchet #transformers siege #transformers wfc seige #seige Ratchet #Deadlock #seige Deadlock #dritchet #dritchet week #DRAtchet week #DRAtchet week 2022 #AU

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blairsanne · 1 year

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Boonies - Part 1

For the Deano Bingo 2022 event!

Prompts: Will Johnson - Meet-cute. Wanted - Will Johnson x female Reader 5198 words

Summary: You stumble upon a strange injured man in your chicken coop and decide to offer him a place to stay while he heals.

CW: Intrusive thoughts (including violent ones), brief discussion of wounds, mentions of scars, brief intentional harm caused (not graphic). (No sexual assault/non-con/etc.)

You woke with the sunrise, as you often did, the first rays of golden light straining through sheer curtains to warm your face.

The rain had been heavy the night before, and you wondered idly if you’d have a mess waiting for you outside. You stretched when you left your bed, and - with no real urgency - dressed for another day alone in the countryside.

It didn’t take you long to end up outside. Every morning it was the same routine of checking on the chickens and the garden, then picking something on the property to work on. Your great aunt had willed her estate to you, and slowly you were making your new home your own, enjoying the relaxed pace of a self-sustaining life.

The ground was still damp from the rains, but the sky was clear, so you mentally ran through the list of things needing doing. Maybe you’d work on something outside later.

However, when you stepped through the doorway of the chicken coop, you yelped and leapt back at the sight of a scruffy-looking stranger slumped against the wall, wrapped up in a sleeping bag.

Your high-pitched cry startled the man awake, and immediately he fumbled to put his arms up defensively.

“Shit- sorry- shit-”

You tried to steady your breath, feeling your pulse race at the surprise of someone else on your property. “Who are you? What are you doing here?”

He shrugged out of the bedding, but remained seated on the wooden floor. You noted his wince when he tried to move one of his legs, and his resignation as he leaned back against the wall again. “Will. Will Johnson. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

You nodded slowly. “Don’t get a lot of visitors out here in the boonies. Certainly not in my chicken coop.” “Boonies?” “Wop wops.” “Ah.” Will looked up at you and tucked his lower lip into his mouth briefly. “What’s your accent?”

You tilted your head, not quite ready to answer questions about yourself. “Why are you in my chicken coop?” “Ah, yeah. I- I had a bit of a fall, trekking. I figured this way would lead to town. Coop was shelter from the rain.” “House is right there.” You gestured in the direction of the cottage. “You could have knocked.” “I was hoping I’d be up and gone by the time you noticed.” He ran his hand over his mouth, trying to wake himself up a bit more.

You reassessed his appearance. He looked ill; perhaps from sleeping outside overnight, or something else, you weren’t sure.

When he readjusted again, you saw the grimace that he tried to fight. “Hurt your leg?” you guessed. He nodded and pulled his pants up on his right leg to reveal a bandage that looked in sore need of replacement. You winced. “I’ve got a first aid kit in the house. Can you make it there?”

He nodded, but hissed as he stood, and you could see in his posture how he favored his other leg, steeling his face as he pushed up against the wall.

You offered your name as he followed you into the house, and he nodded. “Nice to meet you.”

You rolled your eyes, tone somewhat sarcastic. “Yeah, I’m sure you’re thrilled, given the circumstances.” “Maybe despite them?” He forced a charming grin, and you were caught momentarily by the light in his pale blues and the way his cheeks dimpled.

You held the door for him, motioning toward the kitchen table. “Sit there and I’ll grab the kit.”

When you came back, he had pulled up his pant leg and propped his foot up on another chair to hold his leg out in front of him. He looked tired, and you detoured over to the sink to get him a glass of water before meeting him at the table.

“Here, you should drink this.” “Ta.” He accepted it somewhat reluctantly, but as he took a sip of the clean water, he realized how badly his body wanted it.

You crouched on the floor, then donned a pair of disposable gloves. His bandage looked pretty grody already, and you didn’t know what you were going to find underneath. Will hissed as you did your best to gently remove the adhesive - knowing you were pulling his leg hairs despite your best efforts.

“Oh shit. That’s-” You nearly gagged at the sight of his wound, then replaced the bandage without doing anything further. “Really bad. You need a doctor.” “No, really, I-” “It wasn’t a question, bud.” You pushed yourself up off the floor. “Wet wipes and a bandaid aren’t gonna save your leg.”

If it had been a normal wound, you would have tried to clean it up and do a patch job for him, but there was no question it was infected, and you didn’t want this guy going septic after his visit to you. You stepped away and grabbed a corded phone on the counter, dialing a number from memory.

Bud? Will stared after you, contemplating making a run for it, but knowing he wouldn’t get far.

It wasn’t that he disagreed with you, but the last thing he could bear to do right now was sit in a hospital again after recovering from his gunshot wound. He’d come out to the wilds to clear his head of everything that had happened with his mum and Kel Morrison and the girls, but it hadn’t exactly gone to plan. And now here he was pestering some foreign chick who lived out in the wops. Shit.

He watched as you stood with your back to him while the line rang, thinking how easy it would be to overpower you if he’d wanted to, his mind racing with his now-usual self-defense obsession. He could grab a knife from the block on the counter and hold it to your throat before you even saw him approach.

He shook his head, silently chiding himself. He didn’t need to do that; you weren’t holding him hostage. He felt like a maniac for being hypervigilant, but it was every moment around other people these days. That’s why he’d sought the solitude of nature.

“Hey Pete. Yeah.” You laughed softly at something ‘Pete’ said on the other line. “Uh, yeah- but listen. I’ve got someone here at the house who needs medical attention. He fucked up his leg and it looks infected. Think you could drop up? Sweet. Thanks.”

When you hung up and turned around, you saw your reluctant visitor giving you a nervous glance. You flashed what you hoped was a reassuring smile before opening your fridge.

“Pete’s gonna take a bit to get here, maybe twenty or so. You like eggs?” “Oh, you really don’t have to feed me.” You winced. “Yeahhh, well, I want breakfast, and I’m not gonna make myself food while you sit there injured in my kitchen and not feed you, so…” You raised a brow. “You like eggs?”

Will smiled and snickered despite himself, nodding reluctantly. “Sure. Ta.” “Great.”

He took a moment to check you out while you bent to pull things out of the fridge. He certainly didn’t find you hard on the eyes. Hot foreign chick in the wops. “So… Northern Hemisphere?” he guessed lightly.

You let out a small laugh, realizing you’d never answered his previous question about your accent. “Canada, yeah.”

He hummed. He wondered idly what would bring you to the other end of the world, but he decided not to ask. He didn’t know you, and you didn’t owe him your life story; he certainly didn’t want to give you his.

It took you no time at all to whip up simple scrambled eggs and toast, and soon you were sitting in one of the empty seats at the dining table, both of you enjoying your breakfast and some coffee. He was both relieved and surprised when you didn’t force conversation.

Will let out a small sigh, cupping his mug with thick, dirt-stained hands. It was nice to be indoors, eating a hot meal, after forcing himself over a great distance with an injured leg only to spend the night in a chicken coop to avoid the rain. Maybe it was his hunger talking, but your eggs had been delicious, and he was starting to rethink his total aversion to civilization.

When a loud knock rattled the front door, you were out of the room before Will could even process it.

You came back with a huge man in tow, wide and tall, with big, dark eyes, who looked like he could throw Will over his shoulder like a ragdoll. “This is Pete,” you gestured. “He’s a doctor. Pete, this is Will.” Pete nodded and put his hand out. “Pleased to meet ya.” “Yeah, gday,” Will breathed, shaking the large man’s hand.

“Let’s have a squizz.” Pete set down a bag of supplies and pulled out a thermometer that he instructed Will to put under his tongue. After nearly a minute, he took it back and frowned.

“Running a bit hot,” he grumbled. Will raised his brows. “I feel fine.”

Pete glanced to you, his voice turning sweet. “Get him a Tylenol, love?”

You nodded and moved into the kitchen to pull some out of the cupboard.

“Aw, no, really-” Will’s quiet protest died in his throat at Pete’s stern glare.

He took the pill from you and swallowed it down, feeling a bit like he was being held hostage. Of course it was by two benevolent strangers this time, instead of women on the run.

“Now let’s see the leg.”

Pete then donned gloves and knelt on the ground beside where Will had his leg propped up. He cursed under his breath when he removed the bandage.

You watched with interest as Pete carefully cleaned the wound and dressed it, asking Will questions as he went about what had caused the injury - a fall in the wops - and how long it had been like that - a few days, apparently.

“Right, well, you’re gonna need antibiotics, o’ course. And to keep off the leg as much as you can manage for a week or two. Plus keep an eye on that fever.” He scribbled a prescription onto his pad. “I’ll call this in. You live nearby, mate?”

Will rubbed the back of his neck, wincing as he looked down. “Ah, no, I don’t. Just nevermind the script-” You put your hand up to interrupt. “He can stay here. Just send Benny over with the pills when you can, eh, Pete?”

Pete gave a gruff hum of approval. “Right then.” He pointed at Will. “You ease up on that while it’s healing and don’t give her-” He pointed at you, keeping eye contact with Will. “-no trouble.” “Pete.”

Will nodded at Pete. “Thanks,” he mumbled humbly.

You escorted Pete back to the door, thanking him for coming on such short notice. He assured you it was no trouble at all. “Benny’ll be a couple hours I reckon.”

You nodded. “Just put it on my tab, eh, Pete?” you whispered. Pete patted your shoulder with his large hand and nodded, approving of your charity.

“Call if there’s any trouble.” You nodded, sensing that he didn’t mean medically, but didn’t push the topic. “Will do.”

When you got back to the kitchen, Will was nursing the last bits of coffee in his mug. He looked up at you with an apprehensive expression.

“You don’t have to let me stay here-” “Don’t be dumb.” You rolled your eyes, sitting down in a nearby chair. “Not gonna let you stay in the coop, now, am I?”

He let out a soft laugh, unable to meet your gaze. He rubbed his hand over his mouth, and you watched as his expression morphed into something that you interpreted as worry.

In truth, Will was feeling a bit pathetic. Not only had he hurt himself badly enough to need medicine, now he was taking advantage of the kindness of strangers.

“Hey, seriously, don’t sweat it. It’s just the way of life out here. We all take care of each other.” Your voice softened. “It’s nice.”

Will tilted his head to look over at you, and you swore they shined with wetness as he spoke, voice thick and quiet. “It is nice. Thank you.”

You were caught momentarily in the blue of his eyes, wondering if anyone had ever shown him kindness before based on his reactions.

You’d learned in your six months there just how important it was to be generous and helpful to others; your neighbours had helped you immensely, and for the first time in your life, you felt like you were truly part of a community - ironic considering the remote nature of where you lived.

You stood and smiled, nodding your head toward the hallway. “Lemme show you the spare room.”

He nodded and followed, bringing his pack with him.

You led him down the hall, pointing out the main bathroom on your way to the large spare room that was across from your own bedroom. A queen-sized mattress sat bare on a frame with a large, ornate wooden headboard. A matching wooden dresser with a mirror and two night stands rounded out the set, and there was a door to a small en suite off to one side.

“Sorry it’s a bit stuffy in here. Haven’t had a guest in a while.” You pushed open the window, letting in some of the fresh morning air. “I’ll make the bed. Feel free to shower. Towels are in the cupboard in there.”

Will set his pack down and nodded again, swallowing. “Ta. A shower sounds nice.” He opened his pack and frowned at its contents.

“Oh- Do you need laundry done? I can run it right away.” Before he could answer you, you were out of the room. You came back with a laundry basket half-full with towels. “Just toss whatever in here, I’ll get it going in a sec.”

“You don’t have to…” He trailed off as he realized you’d already left the room again. He sighed and shrugged to himself. Fuck it.

He pulled all of his clothing out of the pack and added it to the basket. Everything was damp and smelled at least as bad as what he was already wearing. If he was going to spend some time here, it would be only polite to try not to smell like something that had been left to decompose in the wilds.

You stepped back into the room with a heaped pile that you deposited on the dresser; a duvet, sheets, pillows, and a thick grey robe.

“You can use this bathrobe if you like, too. It’s roomy, so hopefully it’s big enough for you.” He watched you silently as you sorted the pile, swallowing as he once again took note of how at ease you were. Your back was to him, with no seeming concern for your safety at all, despite the three ways to take you out he’d already imagined, intrusive thoughts getting the better of him. One of his imagined scenarios morphed into climbing over you on the mattress, and he shifted uncomfortably as he watched you pull the fitted sheet out of the pile to start making the bed.

“I’ll help,” he offered softly, taking on the corners as you spread the sheet out. “Oh! Thanks.” You flashed him an easy smile and he looked away bashfully, though you caught that he’d smiled back automatically in reply.

“Love the print,” he quipped sarcastically, though there was no malice behind it.

You laughed, nodding at his seeming complaint about the floral pattern. “Sorry, that’s all I’ve got for this bed.”

“You didn’t choose it just for me? Suits me so well,” he continued to joke. He was trying to force himself to relax, and hoped humor would help, though part of him knew that it wouldn’t be enough.

You tossed him a pillow and case. “You too manly for flowers, nature boy?”

He raised his brows and nodded at you appreciatively, the mix of mock-offense and amusement in his expression making you grin.

“Nature boy,” he muttered, stuffing the pillow in the case. “Normally I make a chick buy me a drink before she gives me a nickname, but…”

“Well, normally I let a dude buy me a drink before I let him sleep in my bed, but-” You shrugged, spreading the topsheet out. The duvet soon followed.

“Sure I can make it up to you somehow,” Will suggested, and this time you caught the way his eyes moved down your body and back up to meet your gaze.

You snorted and rolled your eyes, not taking him seriously.

Will stepped into the living room some time later, freshly showered and wrapped in the large grey robe you’d lent him.

You couldn’t help but look him over, getting another good look at his sturdy legs that were not even half-covered by the grey fabric. He hadn’t closed it on top very well and as he sat down in the seat opposite you, it fell open to reveal a hairy chest marred by a few errant scars.

“Was a bit of work getting the bandage changed after, but the shower was great. Ta.” “Oh, I could have helped you-” “You’ve helped heaps already.”

You pursed your lips and took note of the stray locks of hair that seemed to want to curl at the edge of his face, the rest pushed back behind his ears.

“It’s no trouble.”

He raised a brow, voice soft despite his teasing tone. “You have a lot of strange men through the house?”

You snorted and shook your head, looking away. “Mostly Pete.” He laughed, finding your easy humor and relaxed attitude somewhat disarming.

You licked your lips, trying to push away your unchaste thoughts about the handsome vagabond who’d somehow ended up in your chicken coop. Even if it had been months since you’d been on a date, you told yourself it wasn’t right to think of him that way, since he was in need of help and you seemed to be the one to provide it. Still, your eyes wandered once again to his bared chest, bared legs… You cleared your throat and stood up suddenly. “Your clothes should be dry in a half hour or so. Make yourself at home in the meantime, but I should probably go tend to a few things before the day gets away from me.”

“Sure.” Will nodded as you left, then rested a hand on his thigh, leg bouncing as he tried to think of what to do next.

His mind raced with impossible scenarios; imagining what exits to use and scanning the room for any objects he could use to defend himself in the very unlikely event that he needed to do so. He pictured your build and tried to guess at how easily he could fight you off if you attacked him. He could probably take you, he concluded, certain his body weight and arm strength were enough to pin you down no matter what position you’d come at him from.

He imagined pinning you against a wall, then down on the floor, then over a table… He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and wondered idly if you had a boyfriend or not. You seemed to live alone, but that didn’t mean you were single, and…

He shook his head and ran a hand over his mouth. He wasn’t sure if the horny thoughts were more welcome than the hypervigilant ones.

He pushed himself off the couch and decided to go take a nap in the guest room you’d offered him, floral sheets or not.

Hours later, Will startled awake. He’d been having a nightmare involving Morrison, despite knowing the man was dead. He looked around the small room in confusion, his mind lagging before finally remembering where he was. He pushed the floral sheets aside and limped over to the window. Based on the sun, he guessed it was barely afternoon.

He looked down at the dressing robe you’d given him and adjusted it to be a bit more politely positioned before intending to go fetch his things. When he opened the hallway door, he smiled to see a laundry basket placed just outside of it. He collected it and shut the door again to give himself privacy, shaking his head somewhat at the perfectly-folded contents.

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Will found you not long later, announcing himself as he stepped into the kitchen.

You flashed him a smile before turning your attention back to your task of slicing cucumber to add to the salad you were making.

“Did you sleep okay? I didn’t want to wake you, so I shut the door.”

“Oh, yeah,” he lied. “Ta.”

“Good timing. I’m making a salad for lunch, I’ll be done shortly. Benny dropped by with the antibiotics while you were gone.” You gestured with your head. “They’re just on the table there.”

Will let out a small noise. “That’s alright. I don’t think I really need those-”

“Will!” He looked up as you put down the knife, surprised by the chastising tone in your voice. “You have to take them. You have an infection.” “I really don’t think it’s that bad.”

“Hey, I don’t want you keeling over in my spare room, okay? You gotta take your meds or you can’t stay here.” He scoffed. “That’s fine then. I’ll grab my things-”

He moved to step past you and you blocked his path. He tensed at your proximity, and the stern tone in your voice. “No, you’re staying here until you’re better. And you’re taking your meds.”

His nostrils flared, and his voice was low and calm despite how you’d gotten his back up. “You can’t force me to stay.”

You deflated, catching him off-guard when your body language became defeated, eyes cast downward. “Well, no, I can’t, but…” You chewed your lower lip. “You should really be careful. Infections can get bad, and if you’re out there in the elements it’ll only make it worse. You could end up really poorly…”

He let out a long sigh, your pitiful worry over him making him feel even more guilty than the thought of taking advantage of your hospitality had. He rubbed the back of his neck.

His voice was soft again, almost under his breath. “Yeah, fine, alright. I’ll take the bloody pills, christ.”

You looked up at him, and before you could say anything more, he tilted his head, wincing. “But at least give me something to do. I can’t lay around all day, I’ll go mental.”

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Will wiped his brow and sat down on the large log he’d been using to chop wood. He passed the axe between his hands, intrusive thoughts telling him various ways he could use it in self-defense.

You had agreed, somewhat reluctantly, to let him help you out with the various projects around the property - so long as he didn’t make his leg any worse. When you’d shown him the huge pile of wood in one of your sheds, he’d merely taken it as a challenge.

He rolled his shoulders, feeling a bit better after having done something physical. He wasn’t the sort to sit still, and having something like this to do would probably keep him from wandering off your property when you weren’t looking.

After catching his breath and cooling down a bit, he decided to take a walk of the lot to see what else he might occupy himself with.

Your fence was in need of repair - badly, in some places - and your chicken coop’s paint was peeling off in large flakes. On his way back to the house, he noted that you had moss growing on the roof. Probably stay off the roof while the leg’s injured, he thought to himself.

Tired and ready for a rest, Will stepped in the back door, instantly hit with the smell of whatever was in the large roasting pan you were pulling out of the oven.

His mouth watered and his stomach let him know that regardless of his pride, he should absolutely indulge in whatever you were making.

“Oh, perfect timing again!” you greeted him, grinning as you finished up the gravy you were whisking on the stove. “This is ready to be served. Take a seat.”

Will nodded, kicking off his muddy boots by the door. “Sure, ta.”

He hung his vest on the coat rack, then sat down at the already-set table, licking his lips as you delivered the meal. A perfectly seared roast surrounded by root vegetables was placed between your table settings and you sat down across from him.

“Hope you like venison.” “Absolutely.”

You insisted he serve himself first, pretending not to watch him try the first bite as you served yourself.

He let out a pleased huff through his nose, relaxing into his seat as he savored the rich flavor.

“Is it alright?” “This is the best bloody venison I’ve ever eaten.”

You laughed, and he looked up to see you tucking your hair behind your ear, cheeks rosy. “I’m sure that’s an exaggeration.”

He felt a strange tug in his chest to see you so bashful and pleased by his compliment. “It’s not,” he said simply.

You stared down at your plate as you poured the gravy, shifting slightly in your seat. “I like to cook. It’s nice to have company so I can make bigger meals like this.”

“Lucky me.” Will took another bite and let out a small sound. “Seriously, were you like a chef before, or-?”

You shared a laugh with him, then chewed your lower lip as you contemplated how to reply.

“I… was going to school to be one, actually. But then everything happened, and… Well it’s a bit far to try to go to school from here, and I get by, so there’s no need.” You perked up a bit. “But sometimes I have Pete and his partner over and I get to make nicer things like this.”

Will grinned, charmed by your enthusiasm. “You ‘get to’?”

“Yeah, I like cooking for others, so you’re sort of doing me a favor, actually.”

He hummed. “You’re making it real hard to say no to your hospitality.”

You laughed. “Then you should probably just accept it.”

He pursed his lips, scrunching them to the side slightly as he failed to think of a counter-argument. “Seems so.”

That night, when you were both getting ready for bed, you knocked on the door to the spare room.

“Come in!”

You opened the door to see Will sitting up against the headboard, under the floral sheets and duvet. He was topless, and this time you got a better look at his scarred body. In addition to the few marks closer to his collar-bone that you’d noticed earlier, there was a spray of scar-tissue stars across one side of his torso.

He caught your look and lifted the covers a bit higher, instinctively hiding them.

Rather than asking about them, you held up the first aid kit. “Pete said I should take a gander at your leg tonight before bed. Just to make sure it’s on the mend.”

Will only smiled, biting back his urge to argue. “Sure.”

He pulled the covers up to reveal his bare legs, and you questioned what he was wearing, if anything. He was just your type, and given your drought of eligible bachelors, the idea of a hot naked man sitting in bed before you was awfully motivating. You pushed those thoughts aside and sat beside his legs on the mattress.

You carefully removed the bandage, relieved when his wound looked noticeably better than the last time you’d seen it. “To be honest, I think you’re lucky you got treated today. You looked a bit ill this morning, but you seem much better now.”

He hummed in agreement, looking you over and noting the way you were avoiding looking at him now and the bashfulness in your features again. “Yeah. I feel heaps better.”

You carefully applied more of the ointment where you could, then covered it all up again. “There.” You glanced over to him with a soft smile as you closed up the first aid kit again. “All done.” “Ta. I’ll get out of your hair in the morning.”

You screwed your face up in confusion. “Pardon?” “I’m sure you don’t want a stranger in your house.” “So what’s your plan - sleep in barns as you trek back home? I meant what I said before.”

He laughed softly as you continued. “You heard Pete. You need to rest. Just chill, it’s fine.” “You shouldn’t let me stay here. You don’t even know me.”

You snorted and smiled at him. “We met this morning. You’re Will Johnson. And you need a place to crash, so that’s good enough for me.”

He shook his head, thinking you were being awfully naive. His voice held irritation that you felt was unwarranted as he chided you. “What I’m saying is you can’t trust everyone. You never know when someone dangerous might trick you into thinking they’re not a threat to you.”

Your smile faded and you narrowed your eyes. Maybe you’d misjudged him just because he was injured. Maybe you’d been fooled by his good looks into thinking he was just humble folk like your neighbours.

“Are you a threat to me?”

There was a sort of sadness behind his pale blues as he gazed up at you. “If I was, I’d just lie.”

You gripped his leg suddenly, applying pressure to his wound. He cried out in pain, but only turned his head - not making any attempt to push you off or hurt you in response.

You eased off and relaxed your shoulders, sighing.

“Sorry. But you don’t seem like much of a threat to me, taking that without even lashing out.”

He faced you again, and the pain on his face made you feel guilty. You held his gaze, but he found your expression unreadable.

His face hardened. “Lucky you.”

“Don’t be a dick. You shouldn’t threaten girls you just met. You never know when someone dangerous might trick you into thinking they’re not a threat.”

“Are you a threat to me?” he parroted back.

You shrugged and tilted your head. “That all depends on you, dude. Have a good sleep.”

You got up and left the room, shutting the door behind you.

He sighed and leaned back against the headboard, running a hand over his mouth. Maybe he shouldn’t have implied he was dangerous. Maybe that was a dick move, even if he’d just been trying to warn you that people might take advantage of your hospitality.

He didn’t know what to make of your response, though; hurting him on purpose just to make your point; not backing down. Maybe he’d misjudged your lack of fear as naivety when it was actually a justified self-assurance.

His mind raced with unlikely scenarios as he realized he might actually have been the one who’d gotten himself into a vulnerable position after all.

Who the hell are you?

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Part 2 here

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A/N: I've been working on this idea for a while, and there are future chapters planned/partially written. I don't know if they will be posted during Deano Bingo, though.

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