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frenchkisstheabyss · 13 days

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♰ ᗪEᔕTᖇOY ᗰE ♰

♰ Pairing: dom!energy vampire!yunho x sub!chubby!fem!human!reader

♰ Genre: smut/angst/vampire au/horror

♰ Summary: Life as a human pet to your vampire master means that feeding time is always a special occasion but you've been acting particularly bratty lately so your owner decides to make tonight's dinner one you won't soon forget.

♰ Word Count: 1.5k-ish

♰ Warnings: Yunho's your master so you call him that, he's also feral for you, pet names (my pet, princess, good girl, little human, etc), not so pet names (you get called a fuck toy and a whore. fun times), a sprinkle of degradation if you squint, he's literally draining you of your life force, bondage, strong language, dirty talk, body suspension, unprotected sex, creampie, a lil cum play, blink & you miss it breeding kink, reader's ultra wet, sub space, nipple play, tit sucking, edging, fingering, vaginal penetration w/ vibrator, major Yunie hand kink, rough/deep sex, he also kinda overdoes it on the feeding and thinks he killed you but girl you're fine.

♰ A/N: I'm a horror whore so honestly this is roughly 1.5k worth of vampire smut that exists for the sole reason that I wanna bang vampires and apparently I wanna bang Yunho too. Someone confiscate my laptop ASAP so I can stop being so unhinged. Thanks xoxo ♡

Your master’s favorite room in this sprawling gothic manor you’ve come to call home will always and forever be the dining room...

A dining room that only qualifies as one by way of being a place in which he consumes his food. Between these four walls, upholstered in dark scarlet velvet, you’ll find no table and chair set. No wholesome family photos adorning the walls. No plates or forks or spoons.

Though there may be the occasional knife depending on what your master’s in the mood for. But tonight it isn’t about the blood—something he draws from you on only the rarest of occasions. Tonight it’s about feasting on your energy, devouring the very essence of your soul, and the room is brimming with it.

Ornate light fixtures in each corner illuminate the darkness in an erotic red that seems to pulse around the center of the room where you dangle 4ft from the ground, suspended only by the intricately knotted rope your master’s decorated your naked body in. At your feet a tall figure looms, his presence dominant and imposing. He watches you intently, admiring the meal laid out before him.

You’ve pinned your hair up for him, making it perfect for tugging should you require any disciplinary measures. Your makeup is simple yet alluring, highlighting your features without overpowering them. The rope fashioned around your chest is a corset of sorts that binds your arms behind you, curving back around your breasts to lay them bare for him to see.

Your plush thighs are spread giving him a direct view of the vibrator humming away in your dripping core. The room is silent besides this and, of course, your mindless whimpering. You aren’t allowed to speak, you know better than to disobey this rule, but you can make all the noise you want as long as you control your volume. But that’s so hard isn’t it? When your master’s been edging you for this long—much longer than your ruined little brain can remember—it’s easy to lose control.

“My pet isn’t forgetting her manners, is she?” Yunho asks, stepping between your legs. Hands gloved in black leather stroke the ropes extending from your ankles up to the ceiling, the vibration of your trembling body quaking through his own. You can see him better now, your handsomely dressed master feasting upon you with those shimmering sapphire pools he calls eyes. All you want in this realm is to be good for him. To be rewarded with his love, his praise, and his touch.

Reaching between your thighs, Yunho spreads the petal soft folds of your pussy, sliding the hood of your clit back to expose the sensitive bundle of nerves. He brushes it with his thumb and your body rushes with a heat that radiates onto him like the rays of the sun.

“Mmm, you feed your master so well” he hums, licking his lips, salivating, “Such a sensitive little cunt.”

Biting down on your bottom lip, you choke your moans down deep in your throat, your stomach tightening at the stimulation. You raise your hips, desperate to truly feel his touch but the gloves won’t let you. That is the mortal torture of this night.

All week you’ve been acting like a brat, disobeying his orders and throwing tantrums to get his attention. You understand how powerful Yunho is, how important his duties to the vampire council are, but he’s been far busier than usual lately and all those long nights home alone became unbearable.

Yunho can tell how much you’ve missed him by how tightly your pussy clings around the vibrator. “Look at her, so greedy. I really have neglected her. Forgive me, little one” he coos, pushing it into you until your eyes are watering and your head’s thrown back in ecstasy.

Yunho slips the vibrator out at an agonizingly slow pace, stopping at the tip. He groans in delight at the unique taste of the energy you give off as he rotates it in small circles.

“You love when your master punishes you, hmm? Like having this gorgeous pussy tortured until you can’t take it?” he grins, stretching you wide to watch your juices drip to the floor. “That is why you’ve been acting up, isn’t it?”

You respond with broken, honeyed moans and drawn out breaths. Yunho’s draining you, your essence flowing from you like a fountain that feels deceivingly good as it leaves your body. Yunho’s eyes travel up your figure, stopping every now and again to lust after the tender flesh peaking through the ropes. His gaze settles where your breasts bounce against your chest, the rope pushing them up in such a way that your stiffened nipples are begging for his attention.

Yunho leans in, applying delicate kitten licks to your nipple, and hears how frantically your heart beats in your chest. “No coming yet, little one” he hums, taking more of your pillowy breast into his mouth. The bud hardens more against the texture of his tongue and Yunho takes it between his teeth, pinching it just to watch you squirm.

He shoves the vibrator back into you, angling it against your sweet spot, “That’s it, mmph, shit, keep feeding me. Give it all to me.”

The room begins to darken, the minimal lighting doing nothing to keep you from drifting into the shadows. Your bindings seem to fall away and with it the limits of your mortal form. You’re left floating in a space too euphoric for words, completely at Yunho’s mercy.

Yunho raises his head, your spit drenched nipple suctioned between his lips, and finds himself spellbound by your beauty. You are a work of art unable to be replicated by any other woman, human or otherwise, and you’re his. Forever his. Just knowing his claim to you is eternal makes his hunger for you reach ravenous heights and he’s baring his fangs, tearing his gloves off to feel your bare body in his palms.

Tossing the vibrator aside, he frees his cock from the dress pants it was nearly tearing through to get to you. With one thrust he’s buried within your walls, rolling his hips to feel the delicious ridges of your pussy around him. Your body tenses, unintentionally causing you to pull away, but he won’t let you get away that easily.

“You know the rules, pet. No running” he growls, grabbing your hips and slamming you back down onto him, “You’ll be a good little human whore and, ah, take my cock like the fuck toy that you are.” Keeping one hand at your waist, his other hand ventures around you activating every pleasure point.

Your body reacts with maddening excitement to the worship being poured into you by those large, marvelously veined hands. They're like magic, tiny sparks of electricity dancing along your skin at every brush of his fingers. Lacing his long fingers around the back of your neck, he licks the delectable tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Say my name" he whispers, fangs skimming your jawline, "And maybe I'll take mercy on you."

The next moan that escapes you is more fractured than the others as your orgasm tears you to pieces. You repeat his name over and over, “Yunho. Yunho. Yun…”

“No, no, that won't do. Louder. Scream it" he commands and you obey, screaming your throat raw with his name all over your tongue.

Yunho stills his movements, groaning as you ride him in midair, his cock glistening in your slick. You’re coming for what feels like an eternity when your lower belly swells full with his seed, warm and satisfying. When Yunho pulls back it’s overflowing, trickling from your core and down your immaculate ass. He takes two fingers, gathering his come and feeding it back into you, “You did well, my pet. I’m so proud of you.“

Gradually you come back from that otherworldly place, your awareness of your body returning little by little. Opening your eyes you realize that you aren’t strung up in the dining room anymore. Instead you’re submerged in water of some sort, a floral scent filling your nostrils. You wiggle your toes and they swish around in the water, bubbles dancing on the tips of them. Your vision balances out and you let out a sigh of relief at the familiar sight of your bathroom.

“Thank hell you’re up” Yunho cheers from behind you in the tub, wrapping you in the tightest hug. “I must’ve fed too much. I’m so sorry, princess. I could’ve killed you. I don’t know what I’d do if…”

“Master, I’m fine, really.” you swear, lighting up at the sloppy kisses he plants on your cheek. “I may not be like you but I’m still strong.”

Yunho rests a hand on your chest, his fingers making figure eights on your collarbone. “That you are. My strong, beautiful little human. I’m so sorry I neglected you,” he apologizes, hoping with all his heart that you believe him. “Your master loves you, you trust that don't you?”

You nod, smiling back at him, feeling safe and cared for in his embrace. “And my master is loved.”

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trashy-tries-writing · 1 year

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Hii there's absolutely no pressure but I love your writing and thought: what about Ravine working with the 141 on a mission where drugs are related and they need to find them (or something of that sort, I'm no expert in military stuff) and they bring a k-9 with them that is known for being aggressive and attacking if not treated with utmost precision, only for it to warm up to Ravine and snuggle up to him even tho he's the scary and "mean" one?

Pictures: Cooper with Ravine VS Cooper with anyone else

Dear Anon, I love your magnificent brain for coming up with this scenario!!! And thank you so much!🤗 Also no worries I don’t know anything about the military either :’)) I hope I wrote this how you imagined, do let me know 🙌

Warning: Mentions of drugs, PTSD, amputation, transplant- Probably wrong military name usages and stuff. Maybe OOC?💧

Let me know if you want a part 2 of this, where they chase down the drugs with Cooper 😀

Drug mission with an aggressive K-9 who only turns putty for the "mean” Ravine. The boys are conflicted about who to feel jealous of- Cooper or Ravine, both who usually don't let themselves be touched.

Ravine, who just finished his massacre, was sent to 141’s base once their mission to get intel turned into a drug chase. Along with the confiscated information, they found a hidden stash of high class heroin on the boat, therefore they wanted the soldier to join them.

Laswell had tracked the owner later: Caro Edgar, a well known drug lord that has been long enough on the wanted list. Price decided it was time they get the man behind bars- or dead.

Someone from the DATR (Defence Animal Training Regiment) was delivering their best narcotic detection dog to the squad per Price’s request. Some of the boys were ecstatic to have a little furry friend with them…

Until the dog actually came into the base.

The K-9, Cooper was a menace to deal with.

He bared his fangs at the men in front of him once his cage was open. Gaz, who was excited to greet their four-legged friend, took a sudden step and Cooper was already in his face, mouth ajar to bite his head off, if it weren’t for the chain being pulled back by the dog handler.

Soap flinched back from the sudden hostility and that owned him a bunch of barkings while saliva flew from the K-9’s mouth.

Safe to say, both men backed off and used Ghost as a human shield. Said man glared at the canine, his shoulders tensed. Price on the other hand looked at the soldier with a questioned look, who lent them the aggressive canine.

“I apologize but he is the only one qualified with the mission, the others aren’t ready or already on duty.”

For the past two days, they tried to get along with the aggressive K-9 but it wasn’t getting any better.

If they moved too fast, he barked.

Breathed wrong? He growled.

Too close and shifting wrong? Cooper jumped them if it weren’t for the chain stopping him. They had to fill his bowl and slide it over from a distance due to Ghost almost losing his hand the first time he tried to fill his plate.

Price was 100% certain that Soap was having nightmares of the dog ripping him to shreds while he slept. Gaz refused to come near the devil spawn and walked along the edge while pressing his back to the wall. His eyes never left the four-legged demon when he passed around it.

Ghost? He and Cooper had a glaring contest every single time the dog started barking and growling like a feral animal when they came across each other.

On the third day, Ravine finally reached the base and the dog hadn't lessened his bullshit which made the Task Force slowly lose it. Cooper made noises throughout the night when he felt like they didn’t suffer enough trying to take care of him.

The dog trainer admitted that she was a little afraid of the Belgian Malinois herself. The previous owner died on the mission so the dog was passed down to her. Cooper was one of the best K-9 they had so they had to keep him even if he was being hostile to the other dogs. They had to separate him into solo training with a group of supervisors to get the K-9 under control.

They were all currently all out in the open, trying to make Cooper listen to their commands. They couldn’t keep waiting due to the risk of Caro Edgar shipping a whole warehouse of drugs underground.

“Steaming bloody Jesus!”

Soap jumps back, close to losing his footing when Cooper jumps up to meet the man face to face.

“This isn’t going anywhere! We need a new dog damn it!”

Price sighs and opens his mouth to agree but notices the collar ripping from the sideline.

“Get away from him, NOW!!”

*Snap*

Cooper wastes no time to attack, Gaz who he seems to be running to, screams in fear and throws his body to the side. Only to reveal Ravine appearing from behind him, the men panic at the soldier staring at the report in his hands.

“RAVINE DUCK!”

Their hearts skip a beat when the dog comes slamming down onto him from above. Papers flew through the air as Ravine couldn’t even finish registering what Ghost was screaming about until a blur of black and brown came into his sight.

They run towards the fallen soldier, expecting blood to pour from his shoulders or any part Cooper decided to bite into.

But Ravine laid on the ground unharmed with a hand holding the front legs and the other grabbing tightly on the dog’s mouth like a muzzle as he proceeded to get the K-9’s face further away from his.

“That was close. You good mate?” Soap warily inches closer but stops when Cooper starts growling again.

“Aye.”

Ravine sits on the dirt for a moment before casting the dog to the side. As if the squad felt the change in their newcomer, they huddled together on the sideline with the dog trainer holding a brand new collar in her hands.

Cooper shakes his fur, his fangs out, ready to pounce at the threat in front of him. Ravine on the other hand stood calmly on his feet, his height casting a shadow on the dog as it came flying towards him.

“Sit.”

The dog flinches at his voice, hesitates for a split second then prepares to pounce, his jaw open-

“Sit.”

What some humans didn’t know was the highly sensitivity of a dog to pheromones. Cooper feels it, the malice from the stranger standing before him seems to grow and expand to an immeasurable size, all pointed at him and him only. Cooper was lost inside, alone, hunted down like a prey. If he didn’t listen now- he knew he was actually going to perish.

So he sat down, lowering as far as his body allowed.

Gaz glances between Ravine and the dog in worry. “He doesn’t actually think this is going to work, is it?” His hands feel sweaty as he wiped them down on his clothes, his eyes peeking at Ghost and Soap. “He wasn’t here to see how dangerous it is.”

“I don’t think he’s dumb to believe that.” replies L.T. with crossed arms, the thought of shooting the little menace crossing his mind if the mutt decided to take a bite out of him.

“Sit.”

They suddenly find themselves on the ground before they hear Price cackle loudly on the bench. Soap’s legs felt like jelly when Ravine ordered them- the dog with a tone he hadn’t heard him use before.

Ravine stared at the quartet on the ground and Price on the bench, curious what the Captain found so funny at him getting the dog to lay down. He might never know because they avoided looking into his general direction.

Soap laid on his back, his face in his palms, Gaz pushed his hat down to hide his expression and Ghost was lucky to have his mask on as he grabbed his arms while turning away, the dog trainer pushed her head into her knees that were pulled towards her chest.

And lucky Price, who was already sitting, continued to crack up towards the squad with the occasional whines being let out from Cooper in the background.

Ravine thought the Captain told a joke that made the others react so strongly and didn’t bother questioning it, to their relief. When everyone calmed their hearts, they mentally agreed to never talk about this situation ever again but they knew Price would never let them live this down.

They decided the little demon was Ravine’s responsibility now.

And at first they were glad to not have to risk their limbs anymore.

Cooper listened to every word Ravine spoke and slowly throughout the day, the dog started to waddle around without having to be leashed although he would still snap at the other’s who weren't Ravine.

What started out as an aggressive attack dog, turned in half a day into a puppy longing for affection and attention.

On the fourth day, 141 was slowly getting fed up.

At one point they were jealous that Ravine gets to be on the menaces' good side. He gets to ruffle the dogs fur, pet it while they get a face full of teeth and saliva. Along with Cooper sitting on his lap, his thighs making it look really cozy to touch, the K-9 performed tricks and wagged his tail like a love-sick puppy yearning for cuddles from the man.

As if the four-legged demon didn’t plan to give Gaz a nose transplant, a hand amputation for Ghost and PTSD for Soap.

Then they couldn’t approach Ravine without Cooper getting in between them.

They weren’t allowed to be near him and had to stay at least a good few feet away. They couldn’t even hand him things over without the damn dog scaring them, so Cooper could bring the stuff to Ravine like some newspaper.

At the meeting to track down Caro Edgar, Cooper decided to interrupt by going in between his legs and standing up to put his front legs on Ravine’s chest. He wouldn’t stop bouncing until his human put an arm around him, his hand laying on top of his head for scratchies.

Price’s content that Ravine was a help to get the dog under control. They couldn’t risk flunking the mission caused by a misbehaving K-9. He lets his eyes linger on the duo, a smile spreading on his lips when the faceless man doesn't repulse from the physical affection.

He wanted to go back to the report but noticed that no one was really paying attention anymore besides Ravine, who was looking at the documents on the desk.

Gaz is tempted to pull at its tail beneath the desk so the K-9 would stop bothering Ravine so much. He snaps his eyes away from it when Cooper looks directly at him. The menace threw his attention back to the man petting him when the smell of fear slowly radiated off of Gaz.

Beside Ravine sat Soap as he wondered if one day the slouching male would give him a hug too. For a while he stared at the demon disappearing and replaced by a puppy in Ravine’s embrace.

Ghost gawks at the mutt in irritation. He fed him and got his limp nearly bitten off and now the same mutt is squeezing his teammate’s chest like some paw toy. He knows that Cooper was given him side eyes and showing his sharp fangs to mock him. Ravine looks down to check on the K-9 and there it goes acting all innocent.

‘Cunt.’

On the sixth day, the dog trainer already left while the team wanted to get the mission done and over with, so they could immediately return the K-9 back to her.

Soap’s mind wanders around until he thinks aloud, his eyes following the dog wagging his tail at the tall man trying to train in peace. He grimaces at it for stealing his chance to bond with Ravine all to itself.

“Do you think that brat sleeps in the same bed as him?”

“I’m sure it does-” Gaz sips loudly from his bottle, his eyes glaring down at Cooper when the K-9 gets to snuggle closer to his chest before being pushed to the side, “Look at it! The dog gets to hug him before I even get the chance for Ravine to let me touch his shoulder!”

“I don’t even get a high five from him.”

“Me neither.”

Both turn their heads towards Ghost, silently edging him to answer the question. He sighs under his breath. “Negative.”

They all turn back to watching their friend from afar, occasionally cursing the dog under their breaths when they see how physical Cooper was getting with the man who was known to back away from people who wanted to touch him.

Even Ghost wasn’t that stingy.

Hell breaks loose when Cooper starts to put his paws on the man’s ass.

“ThaT’S IT-”

“Wait Soap, don’t dO THAT-!”

“JOHNNY DON’T-”

Terrified screams could be heard through the base along with a string of curses and a dog’s vicious barking. It ended with Ravine ordering Cooper to back off from his friends with a slight edge to his voice which scared the dog into laying on the ground shamefully.

On the other hand Gaz and Soap grin victoriously and pull faces at the dog behind the safety of the soldier’s back. Ghost silently curses the mutt for acting inappropriately while Price is hiding in the back, recording the whole situation to send to some people.

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sailoryooons · 2 years

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44 & 49 with Jin? Either him or the reader is completely oblivious to the other one being head over heals for them? Maybe? 🙈💜

hi bestie i am so happy you requested jin! i have so many fics lined up to write for him that i haven't gotten to yet and this is the perfect chance to give him some love. here is a little bit of pining and some idiots to lovers for you - i hope you enjoy!

☾ Pairing: Seokjin x reader

☾ Summary: You’ve been in love with your best friend Jin for as long as you can remember. You know everything about him – except that he is also entirely in love with you.

☾ Word Count: 2,333

☾ Genre: Best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

☾ Warnings: Light pining, fear of rejection, reader tries to gaslight Jin for 2 seconds about feelings, they're down bad for one another and are very dumb about it, recreational drinking, some explicit language

☾ Published: September 9, 2022

☾ A/N: This is me virtually kissing @here2bbtstrash for reading everything I write and making sure I don't post things with words that don't make sense and accidentally split heads open in the middle of scenes due to typos

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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“That isn’t yours,” Seokjin tuts, grabbing the ciders out of Taehyung’s hands and returning them to the fridge. The younger boy lets out a whine, making grabby hands at the drinks that Seokjin has confiscated. “Nope. Those are not for you.”

“It’s a party!” Taehyung protests loudly over the noise spilling from the living room into the kitchen. You smirk as you finish the last of your cider, tossing it into the rapidly-filling trashcan with a loud clink. “You can’t just reserve drinks! Who are they for?”

“Me,” you answer, crossing the space and opening the fridge. Seokjin leans on the counter next to you, smirking down at you. “Jin’s house rules.”

“His house rules only apply to you and it isn’t fair.”

You close the fridge, new bottle in hand. The glass is cold against your hand as you struggle to twist the top off. You grit your teeth, palm squeezing on the cap as you twist the bottle, but it spins, too much condensation built up to get a good grip.

Seokjin wordlessly grabs the bottle from you. You drop your hands as he pulls his sleeves down over his large hands to protect his skin from the twist-off. He pops the top immediately, a hiss sliding through the gap as he tosses the lid in the trash.

You shoot him a smile, ignoring the flutter in your stomach. Of course he can pop the top easily. Not only is Seokjin much taller than you, but he’s been actively hitting the gym lately. Though it’s hard to tell under the cornflower blue sweater hugging his broad shoulders and his narrow waist, his arms have gained a lot more definition.

Not that you’ve noticed.

As Seokjin’s best friend it’s your job not to notice stuff like that. But maybe you do anyway because it’s difficult to ignore the way his dark eyes crinkle at the edges when he gives you the bottle and you murmur a shy thank you. it’s hard to miss the way his fingers brush against yours, heating you from the inside out.

Chugging a bit of the cool, fruity cider does minimal damage control to cool you off. While you struggle to form a coherent thought, still flustered by the way Seokjin does things for you without asking and the way he smiles at you when you show gratitude, he’s already back to arguing with Taehyung about the special liberties that he gives you in his house.

It means nothing – at least not to Seokjin. You’ve always had special permission like eating food on the couch and being able to control what’s playing on Netflix or interrupting his gaming sessions when most of your friends are strictly prohibited from doing it.

You’ve been Seokjin’s number one friend since middle school, though. That’s bound to come with a few perks, especially at his drinking parties but most importantly, his dinner parties. It comes along with being close friends – you’re only awarded the specialty for being his longest friend.

It’s that simple.

You move to settle somewhere else in the kitchen – it seems to be where your closest friends have settled – but Seokjin grabs you by the waist, reeling you in like the fish you watch him catch every Sunday. He settles you in next to him, arm pressed against yours as he asks Yoongi a question about work.

Warmth blooms in you, spreading like the unfolding petals of a lotus. You know it’s not the drink, though you wish it was. You sip the cider, thankful that he’s not looking at you to see the way you put a tiny bit of space between you. The way that you avert your eyes toward the ceiling as you tip the bottle back.

Seokjin has always been really good at reading you. Yesterday he spoke to you for five minutes on the phone after work and by the time you got to your apartment and shucked your shoes off, there was a knock on the door.

He had ordered your favorite delivery to you without saying anything.

There are countless other moments like that: Seokjin sliding into a place next to you at a bar when someone is talking to you that you’re not comfortable with. Showing up at work happy hours to join you and get to know your coworkers. Reminding you of events for friends and work that you mentioned to him. Stocking your favorite cider in his fridge for a party because he knew you would forget.

You’re grateful for all of the ways he fits into your life. But for all the ease that being his friend brings, you’ve been struggling for years to figure out how to hide the way you feel. Your crush that started as a teen has spiraled into something more. Into something worse.

Because you are undoubtedly in love with him. You have been for a long time. But being his romantic partner has never been your role or even an option for you. So you shove it down like the trash at the bottom of the can Yoongi is stomping his foot into to make more room before changing the liner. You pretend it doesn’t exist like Jimin pretends Jungkook didn’t spill red wine on his white, cashmere sweater.

It's easier that way. It’s safer that way. And you know that when Seokjin leans around you, chest pressed against yours to open the fridge and pluck another beer from the shelf, it’s because he’s comfortable enough with you to invade your space. Knows he has permission to. It’s not to be nearer. Not to get a soft breath of scent that is… undoubtedly Seokjin, a mix of vanilla and something smoky with a touch of the spearmint gum he likes to chew.

You float through the party, enjoying yourself. A few drinks in and you feel warm, not enough to be drunk but the soft mellow before buzzed. You’re curled against the arm of the couch, feet pulled up as you listen to Yoongi tell you about his new project that he’s working on when you feel someone drop themselves next to you.

It’s easy to know it’s Seokjin without looking, so you keep your attention on Yoongi even though you smell the vanilla and spice. Seokjin puts his arm along the back of the couch, close enough that your spine twitches and you sit up a little bit, but far enough that you’re not exactly touching.

To anyone else that doesn’t know you, you wonder if it looks like you’re together. Thighs pressed against his, arm looped lazily in your space, shoulder dipping lightly against yours as he leans his head against the wall, pink-cheeked and smiling at something Taehyung is saying across the coffee table.

Yoongi is talking but you’re hearing nothing he is saying. Your heart is pounding, despite the fact you have been in this position next to Seokjin a hundred times. A thousand. Maybe more. But you smell him a little too strong this time and he’s just a little closer.

Heat creeps from your chest to your throat. Spreads through your face. You can feel how warm you are and before you know what you’re doing, you’re getting up and excusing yourself, thundering up his stairs and letting yourself into his room in search of the balcony.

The smell of Seokjin hits you immediately. His room is dark and warm. Soft grey bed sheets tidied on his bed, a gaming desk shoved in the corner with the mouse glittering a pattern of rainbow LEDs, a door leading to a bathroom where you smell a wax melt burning. But overall it just smells like him – a little musky, a little like vanilla, a pinch of spice.

Autumn air hits you when you step outside. You immediately notice that you left a pair of sandals on the balcony, making you smile.

You lean on the rail, blowing a long breath out. Inhaling a long one in. The metal stings against overly-warm flesh. It chases away the anxiety back to a place deep in the pit of your stomach where you can manage it for the rest of the night.

Another deep breath soothes your senses. You can faintly hear the party from the glowing window beneath the balcony. Closing your eyes, you tilt your head up to the night sky, letting the cool wind kiss your cheeks and the beads of sweat collected on your temples.

When the door behind you slides open, you grip the rail a little tighter, but you don’t open your eyes to turn around. You smell him – feel his shadow as he leans on the rail and yawns. You imagine he stretches like a cat, long-limbed reach toward the sky before rolling his broad shoulders.

You know every movement, every sound, every thought, every breath.

“What’s wrong?” You dread the question when you hear him ask. You hum in response, the sound upturned on the end in a question. “I feel like I’ve been chasing you all night.”

“How so?”

“You skirted around me when you came over today. You were like a polarly charged magnet in the kitchen, shifting the opposite way of me until I made you stand next to me. And I sat down on the couch for a total of five minutes before you made your great escape again.”

“I think you’re imagining things. I just needed some fresh air.”

“Don’t do that.” His serious tone makes you open your eyes in surprise, looking at him. His dark gaze is focused on you. There’s no high-pitched laughter now. No crinkling eyes or hand hovering over his mouth as he giggles. “That isn’t fair to me. I’m not imagining that.”

“You’re right, sorry. I just…” Metal bites into your hands as you clutch the railing and chew on your thoughts a bit more. “Stressed. Feeling a bit off.”

“You’ve been a bit off for a while now. Did I… do something wrong?”

“What? No. Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know, it’s like you won’t… you won’t let me close to you anymore.”

You frown. “I didn’t realize I was doing that, I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention.”

His dark eyes are searching for something. You squirm under his gaze, worried that he’ll dig out your greatest secret. So you avert your eyes to look at the moon, even as he continues to stare. “Are you – are you pushing me away because you know?”

Your brows pinch. Lips turned down. Glancing from the corner of your eye, you ask “Know what?”

“Like-“ Seokjin sighs and runs a hand through his dark hair. Your eyes linger, missing the way he struggles with his words for a moment as you’re distracted by the way the silver moonlight paints his skin. He looks beautiful – he has always been beautiful. “Like do you know how I feel about you? Is that… why you’ve been weird?”

Your world flips upside down. You turn to face Seokjin fully, your heart seizing in your chest as your mind catches up to his words. You’re about to snap at him, about to demand that he take it back because teasing you isn’t okay – but you see his face.

Seokjin stands with his hands loosely at his sides, eyes soft and round. Face open, vulnerable. You stare and stare and stare, your lips parted slightly as you blink and shake your head.

Like do you know how I feel about you?

It could mean a million things.

“What do you mean?”

For a moment, he’s silent as he scrutinizes you. Then, he laughs the sound surprising you. “You really have no idea do you? Holy fuck, Yoongi was right. Everyone sees it but you.”

“I don’t… follow.”

“I am so in love with you it’s stupid.”

Seokjin’s words hang suspended in the air like the stars above your head. Your breath quickens and your mind begins to race in time with your heart, a manic symphony. “You’re what?”

“I thought maybe you knew and you were trying not to hurt my feelings.”

“Jin – I – no I didn’t know, how could I know?”

“I don’t know, I thought it was just… obvious. I’ve felt this way for a long time. I’m all yours – I just thought you knew. You don’t have to love me back, I just-“

You don’t remember deciding to kiss him. One moment you’re standing in front of him, breathing in the night air through soft gasps, and the next your fingers are wrapped in the soft cotton of his sweater, pulling him in closer as you stand on the tips of your toes to press your lips into his.

Seokjin’s mouth is warm and petal-soft, a breath of surprise turning into a soft hum. His movements are in rhythm with yours, placing his hands on your hips and squeezing as he pulls you a little closer, opening your mouth a little more with his.

The world spins as he kisses you. He tastes like sweet cider with a hint of his gum, lips soft and slow as he licks into your mouth. Kissing Seokjin is everything you’ve dreamed of and nothing you prepared for, the breath leaving your lungs as you give up air to keep kissing him, to keep pressing into him.

When your lungs are screaming and it feels like your heart might explode from his admission, you pull away slightly, eyes closed, chest heaving. You stay like that, the warmth of Seokjin’s chest against your balled fists and the firmness of his fingers, imprinting on your skin and your memory.

“I… so you feel the same way?” Seokjin asks, a little nervous, voice a little hoarse. “Or was that an apologetic kiss? If so, I’d like to file a list of complaints so you can apologize more.”

Your laugh is reedy and light. “I love you too,” you admitted. “Give me the list of complaints. I’d like to keep apologizing.

#seokjin fluff #seokjin x you #jin fluff #jin fanfic #jin bts #jin x you #seokjin x reader #jin x reader #halis requests #bts fanfic

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airas-story · 11 months

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Repercussions of Folly

“I made a mistake,” Tony said. Stephen paused, taking stock of Tony’s tone of voice. Not desperate or terrified, so whatever his mistake was, it wasn’t about to break reality or anything like that.

“What did you do?”

Tony was quiet for a moment. “I made Peter and Harley paintball guns. And because that wasn’t enough, Ned and MJ showed up.”

Stephen grimaced, that was definitely a problem. “Yes, that would be—“

“Oh, that wasn’t the mistake. That was the prelude to the mistake,” Tony interrupted.

Stephen put down his book, because Harley and Peter with paintball guns was bad enough. How was that the prelude to the mistake? The two of them had probably already made a mess of the training grounds, ambushed half the Avengers, and accidentally ingested the paint somehow.

How he didn’t know, but he also didn’t doubt it.

Tony had hopefully foreseen that though and made the paint non-toxic for just that inevitability.

Peter and Harley were absolute menaces. That wasn’t even taking into account how much worse they were when being egged on, which both Ned and MJ would do, though for different reasons. Ned because he genuinely thought it would be a good idea, MJ because she liked to court chaos.

“What did you do?” he asked again. Because things could only get worse if that wasn’t the mistake.

“Look, DUM-E was feeling left out!” Tony defended, but the defense fell short. He knew exactly what he’d done and knew Stephen wouldn’t have any sympathy for him. “I couldn’t stand it. He was moping, dragging the fire extinguisher around like a teddy bear and making those little sad beeping noises he does when I throw out the oil-tainted coffee.”

“And just like when you throw out the coffee, you need to learn to resist. You don’t drink oil-tainted coffee to make DUM-E feel better, just like you don’t give DUM-E a paintball gun he can use.”

Though Stephen was, he admitted, curious to see how Tony had managed that when DUM-E had only the one claw. But he also didn’t put it past Tony to manage it.

“But, Stephen—“

Stephen shook his head, despite the fact that Tony couldn’t see it. “No. You do not give DUM-E paintball guns.”

“U felt left out, too.”

Stephen groaned. “Let me guess, your lab is a mess.”

Tony was quiet for a minute. “Maybe the whole compound? They wanted to join Harley and Peter and the others.”

Forget half the Avengers. Stephen was suddenly quite certain that every single one of them had fallen prey.

“Why, exactly, are you calling me?” Stephen was not, under any circumstances, going to be present at the compound until all paintball guns had been confiscated.

Absolutely not.

“Well, you see… I was hoping that, as my loving husband, you would help me with the whole ‘there’s paint everywhere’ issue. I’m making everyone who participated clean the training area by hand.” As he should. “But… uh, it’s a really big compound and there’s a lot of paint.”

“And why would I do that?” Stephen asked. “The mystic arts are not a cleaning tool.”

Tony scoffed. “You say that, and yet I saw you reenacting Fantasia.”

“That was once,” Stephen defended, automatically glancing to make sure that Wong wasn’t there to give him the evil eye again. “And you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t do the same in my position.”

Tony scoffed. “Of course I would.”

“Wong explicitly told me I was an idiot for that.”

“But he didn’t say you couldn’t do it again,” Tony pointed out.

That… that was actually true. It’d been implied, but Stephen was a professional when it came to ignoring implications he didn’t want to accept. Which Wong knew. Which meant that if he hadn’t specifically said not to, then really, it was almost the same as blanket permission to.

“Plus,” Tony added. “I’m having a hard time grounding everyone. Well, everyone minus Ned and MJ who I have no authority to ground. I need you to be the disciplinarian.”

Stephen scoffed. “No. Disciplinarian duties belong to you, because you’re the one who let this happen.”

“Exactly. They’re not going to take me seriously when I… might have joined in.”

Stephen closed his eyes. Of course, of course Tony had joined in. Stephen almost felt bad for all the other Avengers stuck in that compound with Tony and the kids. …Though if he had to guess at least half of them had given into the inevitable and joined in as well.

Children, all of them.

“Fine. But the moment someone tries to get paint on me, I’m banishing them somewhere unpleasant.”

“I have confiscated all paintball guns,” Tony defended. “If anyone gets paint on you, it’s not my fault.”

Stephen scoffed. “Oh, it’s your fault. If I’m pretending to be the disciplinarian, you’re going to get a lecture with the kids.”

“Fair enough,” Tony admitted. “Now come save me from the repercussions of my own folly.”

#ironstrange #fic #tony stark #stephen strange #this one got a little longer than expected #whoops

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The Spirit’s in It | Egon Spengler x nb!reader [2/3]

Summary: “I didn’t know psychology doctors also specialized in particle physics, is all.”

What you meant as a light joke to relax him did quite the opposite. He straightens, righting up his glasses one more pointless time. “I have a degree in nuclear engineering,” he states before walking out, leaving you confused and feeling like you’ve spent the entire time offending him unintentionally.

Warnings: dubious science, non-native writer, non-beta’d

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

And here's part 2! I'll probably post part 3 tomorrow so I can upload everything on Ao3. I realised this work is super underwelming compared to what I've been releasing lately haha But well, if one person like it that's all I'm asking!

I also love write all the different dialogues I have in mind for the Ghostbusters. It's like I can hear the voices of the actors in my head! It's all very amusing.

EDIT: I hate the third part so I'm rewriting it lmao

Fall, 1984

“What are they doing?” You mutter under your breath as you step into the psychology aisle of Columbia University. It’s the most animated you’ve ever witnessed Weaver Hall be.

Clutching your latest research papers, you stride to the paranormal studies labs, almost running into a green-shirted man in the process. You mutter a quick apology without looking back. Inside the lab, a few men are busy getting boxes on trolleys and carrying them out of the room. You clear your throat as you stand close to one of them.

“Excuse me, do you know where Dr. Spengler is?”

The man arches an eyebrow and shrugs. “No idea who that is.”

Putting down a box labeled ‘Electronics’ on his trolley with a loud crashing noise – which makes you wince, he starts making his way out of the room, smacking your flank in the process.

“You do know those items partially belong to the researchers working here,” you argue, clutching your side and standing in front of him. “You can’t just take them without permission.”

“Listen, I’ve been asked to remove this stuff, ok? So move out of the way.”

You swallow back your irritation, ready to conjure up every ounce of antagonism, but you’re halted in your need for confrontation by a giddy tone.

“Ah, Professor.”

You turn back to face an uncharacteristically smirking Dean Yaeger: a self-satisfied smug that would deserve to be wiped right out of his face. It makes you fear the worst.

“I’m sorry to announce to you that Dr. Stanz, Dr. Venkman, and Dr. Spengler have departed our university,” he declares, voice devoid of any empathy.

“Departed?” you ask. “Did they quit?”

“Oh no,” he laughs. “We’ve terminated their contracts. The psychology pole deserves better than three frauds ridiculing our university.”

It is, indeed, the worst that could happen. Baffled, you watch as the dean gives directions to the workers with a large smile. You’ve never wanted to hit someone more.

“Frauds?” you scoff, trailing behind him. “Dr. Stantz has a doctorate in parapsychology, so does Dr. Venkman. Dr. Spengler graduated from this very university and possesses several diplomas notably in nuclear engineering and psychology. What makes you possibly think they don’t deserve their places here?”

Another worker almost bumps into you. You glare at them.

“While I admire your lovely attempt at defending the undefendable, the decision is taken. This room will be emptied and used by actual scientists.”

The dean has started making his way out of the room, radiating self-satisfaction and throwing prideful looks at everything his eyes come across. You run after him, pushed forward by this revolting sight.

“Those files are their own research! You can’t take them away without consulting with them first! Yes, they were working for this university, but it’s still years of their work that you’re just confiscating.”

The smirk he gives you makes you regret your words instantly. “Since you’re so willing to maintain your questionable relationship with the three of them, you won’t see any problem with being entrusted with those files? I’m sure you can return them in person.”

“Questiona–” you stutter, but Dean Yaeger claps his hands obnoxiously.

“It’s settled then.”

Shit.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Accepting to take care of Dr. Venkman, Dr. Stantz, and Dr. Spengler’s stuff had been both your good deed of the month and a middle finger at the face of Dean Yaeger. Stuffing piles of boxes in your tiny car hadn’t been easy. Especially since the dean had decided to dump everything in front of the university, grinning all along, savoring his cruel little prank. It says a lot about the actual interest Columbia University has in the work of its researchers.

There were at least over thirty different boxes, filled to the brim with research papers, littered all around your apartment. Obviously, Yaeger had made sure to take back all equipment – broken or not, leaving you with pounds of paper stored in their cardboard containers.

That is to say, after a month, you're starting to regret it.

The cluster of your home is slowly but surely disrupting your peace of mind. It’s almost as if the air has been saturated by dust and cardboard specks, the lack of luminosity not helping. Browsing through research papers and ordering everything has been fun at first, your curiosity satisfied, but you couldn’t decently keep digging through personal stuff. Therefore, you stopped, and now you loathe the view of these boxes.

The problem is that you have absolutely no idea where the three men went, and even on your deathbed, no one would witness you ask the dean for information. You simply can’t believe they would just switch universities, despite it being the ‘logical’ course of action. Mainly because Yaeger would behave like a goddamn leech and talk shit about them ‘till all universities in the country know about their turbulent history. You hoped for one of them to drop by your department but no one ever showed up.

Opening the door to your apartment and immediately feeling dejected at the view of the stacked boxes, you let out a sigh, getting rid of your work clothes and falling head first on your couch. You grab the TV remote, zapping mindlessly before deciding to let the device run in the background as you stand up to prepare something to eat.

During the small amount of time you’ve spent with the doctors this month, you’ve learned more about spooky theories and proton cages than about their actual life stories. Well, sort of. Dr. Stantz was certainly the most open of them all.

“Have you ever experienced a paranormal experience before?” he had asked, one morning, as he leaned conspiratorially towards you.

“I don’t think so?” you replied.

He had then talked extensively about a plethora of incidents, most notably a sponge migration which he’d assured was clear proof of paranormal activity. You had simply nodded, not wanting to question nor deter his enthusiasm. You quickly noticed – despite Dr. Spengler’s eclectic choices of study which could testify about his interest in science in general, Dr. Stantz remained the most passionate of the two; his obsessions towards specific subjects going further than a simple craving for knowledge on a Sunday afternoon. He kept lending you books on the supernatural which you had to decline after a fifth one joined the pile on your bedside table. It made wonder if the man didn’t own a secret bookshop somewhere. It left you with a sour aftertaste, knowing you had some of his prized possessions in your bedroom but couldn’t return them.

Dr. Venkman was– well… he was something else entirely. If Dr. Stantz was eager to share clever insights, Venkman was eager to share made-up stories. The diplomas on the wall did attest to his title of ‘Doctor’ but he couldn’t be more detached from it. Oh, he was researching psychological phenomena alright, but never knowledge for knowledge’s sake or even out of pure professionalism as you could expect from a researcher. If psychology books were leafed through, it was for manipulation tactics and to weaponize the uses of sugary words. In that, he was talented.

“Is it my time to interview the case subject?”

It was your third time in Weaver Hall. Both Dr. Stantz and Dr. Spengler had looked up from their ‘ghost trap’ schematics as Venkman took place in the chair in front of you.

“You never do interviews,” Dr. Stantz had said, deadpan.

“I feel magnanimous today.”

Venkman was a case study on its own, a study you weren’t willing to commit to. You had trouble understanding his true intentions most of the time. In the end, he remained the most enigmatic of the three, despite a boastful, overly dramatic persona (All the world’s a stage!). In the end, you couldn’t genuinely despise the man when he was driving away nosy students and even nosier teachers with phlegm, or when, during his rare excursions in the lab, he would bring sweet treats and coffee.

As for Dr. Spengler, well… he was brilliant and devoted to his work. Alike Dr. Stantz, although sporadically, he would sometimes get caught in a tirade of explanations and postulates. Every day, you resented the apprehension that staved off your second meeting for he could make your neurons flare and burst into ideas that’d spin in your head fast enough to weave entirely new conceptions. You were somewhat drunk on the feeling, making you distracted which even your colleagues noticed, embarrassingly enough. It all ended up in a self-deprecating mantra that led you away from Weaver Hall and back to the arms of your students and lab partners.

Now, they are gone, and you have no idea how to reach out.

“Are you troubled by strange noises in the middle of the night?”

You know Dr. Spengler has spent his entire life either studying for new degrees or researching. Universities are probably all he has ever known, and that makes you wonder how he’s managing the whole thing. Maybe he was hired by another university; with his degrees, it shouldn’t be too hard, despite what happened. Damn it, you should have given either of them your number. What if he’s already halfway across the country by now?

“Do you experience feelings of dread in your basement or attic?”

What the–

You glide out of your kitchen, spatula in hand, almost falling as your sock-clad feet slide on the wooden floor.

“If you or any of your family ever seen a spook, specter–”

“You’re fucking with me.”

As the three of them stand inside your TV offering ghost-hunting services, it makes you wonder if they didn’t take things a tad too far – or too seriously, this time.

“Call the Ghostbusters! We’re ready to believe you!”

Well, you certainly don’t believe it.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Phoning the place has been like stepping into another dimension. You’ve been bombarded with words you’ve never heard in any discussion, except in Dr Stantz and Dr Spengler’s endless chatter about compendia and other mystical publications.

“Is your haunting an apparition, poltergeist, phantasm, wraith, banshee, demon, specter, tortured soul, or–”

“Excuse me but–”

“For your information, we do not summon dead family members.”

“I’m not calling for that–”

“Wait, hold, please. No Dr. Venkman I haven’t–”

And that was the end of the conversation. It left you with a strong puzzling sensation and a definitive confirmation of your aversion to discussions happening over the phone. The secretary never called back and you were secretly glad, leaving you time to summon all of your courage and go there directly. Which you did… eventually.

Funny how when you’re not searching for something, it comes to you from every angle. After discovering the strange choice of reconversion the doctors took, you were bombarded by advertisements, radio talks and covers of magazines. The men have managed to put all of New York in their pocket, and half if not as many ghosts in their traps. You’ve never been a firm believer in specters but Dr. Spengler and Dr. Stantz had talked extensively about them and their prototype to finally be able to catch one. You’ve been more interested in the physics aspect of it all; Dr. Spengler has been more than willing to explain and you’ve been more than willing to add your own theories.

You now stand in front of their headquarters, preparing to face them. And once again–

“Hey, it’s you!”

–it’s Dr. Stantz who nudges you in the right direction. The man smiles widely, face darkened by car oil and dirt, a crooked cigarette hanging from his lip. His uniform is equally as dirty, and he looks more like a mechanic than a ghost hunter… but no one has ever been a ghost hunter before so, what do you know?

“Hi, Dr. Stantz.” You smile. “It’s been a while.”

You can see he’s struggling to not pat your shoulder in a welcoming gesture. “Man, we thought we’d never get to see you again! Spengs’ gonna be so happy to see you!”

Somehow, you have trouble imagining Dr. Spengler overjoyed or overexcited. It’s not in his character.

“Come on!” He gestures for you to follow him. You’re barely inside that he has already strode through half the hall. “Sorry for the mess! It’s so hectic these days.”

“I saw the articles,” you say, taking in your surroundings.

At the front desk sits a fashionable lady whom you guess to be the secretary. She’s busy answering the phone, munching at her pencil and looking exhausted. She barely acknowledges your presence as you follow Dr. Stantz up the stairs.

The man never stopped talking. “Venkman is out right now; he wanted to check on one of our clients. The woman had blood dripping from her chimney, can you believe that?”

You clearly have trouble to. The blood part, not the seducing clients part.

Upstairs is as messy as the hall if not worse. It rivals the state of Weaver Hall. Dr. Stantz throws his extinguished cigarette in a nearby bin before grabbing a paper napkin to wipe his oily hands.

“Egon!”

Dr. Spengler appears from behind a desk, light on his forehead, and invested in organizing a large number of electric cables. “Ray, I found the problem with the Aura-Analyzer–”

He pauses when he sees you, which you can’t say that you did, blinded by the light of his lamp. “Hi,” you say, smiling while protecting your eyes.

“Oh,” he answers, turning it off. “Hello.”

The uneasy silence that follows throws you all the way back to your first meeting as if a month of socializing had suddenly vanished in the span of four tiny weeks.

“Do you have issues with a ghost?” he ends up asking, putting down his torch.

Your eyes widen in surprise, unsure of how to react. Dr. Stantz, however, lets out a strong laugh so you chuckle awkwardly to echo him. “No, no ghost.”

“It’s crazy that you came in today,” Dr. Stantz says, throwing away the dirtied napkins. “We have to improve the storage facility and we need to be able to boost the grid while saving as much power–”

As he speaks, he disappears behind a wall, the sound of running water overlapping his words. You stay silent, watching Dr. Spengler rearrange electric cables until his friend emerges from the bathroom, clean-faced.

“But anyway, Spengs can give you the big tour,” he declares, grinning. “I have a check-up to do at Tai Hong Lau! If we’re lucky, I’ll come back with dinner as well.”

This time, he gives you a clap on the shoulder before running to the stairs but turning back at the last minute. “You’re staying to eat with us right? The owner has the best Peking duck in town, I’m sure you’ll love it! See you later!”

And then he’s gone, leaving you alone with Dr. Spengler. The distance separating you makes the room feels even bigger. You clear your throat. “I see you were able to create your ghost trap after all.”

He nods. “The day we were… dismissed, we managed to have enough readings on our first supernatural encounter to finalize the prototype.”

“Incredible,” you praise before realizing how uncaring you might sound. “I mean, I’m sorry about the whole Dean Yaeger situation.”

Dr. Spengler shrugs, stepping out of the corner of the room he crammed himself in. “There’s nothing you could have done to change the outcome.”

You decide not to comment. There’s a certain tension behind his words that makes you think he might truly have been upset about the situation.

“So, what’s up with the… grid?” you ask, looking at the different types of equipment stacked in the room.

He does sound relieved by the change of subject. “The Containment System is the storage facility we use for paranormal entities. Lately, the growing number of stored entities has put a strain on the main chamber.” As he explains, he searches in a pile of paper, extracting a large sheet. “The simplest course of action would be to enlarge the room but in case of an exponential increase in psychokinetic energy, it wouldn’t be possible to expand indefinitely and I’m not even addressing the energy consumption problem.”

You saunter closer to him. Half of your brain is focused on how easily he slipped back into his rambling habits. Perhaps not all socialization has been lost, you muse delightfully.

“What’s the worst that could happen? An explosion?” you joke, hands on your hips.

There’s a moment of hesitation. You stare at him in disbelief. “Don’t tell me–”

“The system has a high-voltage laser grid.”

You gape at him for a second before clearing your throat. “Uh, you’ll have to tell me more I’m afraid.”

On the table, he puts down what seems to be the blueprint of the storage chamber. You study it from the side.

“PKE bounds together the negatively charged particles composing a ghost. Our two laser grids…“ He ignores your bewildered expression. “…prevent the entities from escaping.”

He continues, “But we’re completely dependent on the city’s power grid.”

“No redundancies?” you ask, starting to see the problem.

He shakes his head. “We had no way to generate our own power supply when we moved in – we still don’t, and we weren’t planning on a strong surge in PKE.” There’s a tremor at the corner of his eye, perhaps from tiredness. “It makes us vulnerable in case of a power outage.”

It all sounds very hazardous. “I’m surprised you still haven’t had Public Services knocking at your door, with you powering high-voltage grids and…” You throw another look at the blueprint. “…a penning trap of this size.”

Dr. Spengler looks up solemnly. “We have been drawing attention.”

That’s one way to put it, you think. “Won’t you also have problems with your… residents in there?”

“It’s complicated to assess the level of ionization inside the chamber,” he explains, lost in his musings. “I do daily samplings to monitor psychokinetic energy but it’s a time-consuming process and as minimum as it is, there’s still a risk of slippage. Stronger entities could attack the grid from the inside, despite the threat of–”

He comes to a sudden stop. “...perhaps I can just show you. If you’re willing to.”

Blinking away the feeling that is suspiciously looking like infatuation, you smile, trying to convey what you hope is a convincing agreement. “Of course.”

Dr. Spengler nods, putting away the scheme of the Containment System as you stare, unable to stop yourself. Funny how history repeats itself, you think, already picturing how you’re going to neglect your work just to hear him talk more. You can’t bring yourself to care the right amount. The concretization of it all – this whole Ghostbusters thing – is exhilarating. It was fascinating when it was mere speculations but now it’s all real. Right here, in an old firehouse in the middle of New York, are new forms of life; new not in age but in terms of discovery. Your work has always been focused on the future, so this is just another step toward it. It’s – funnily enough, all thanks to the past: the dead, the undead and the spiritual.

“Say, Dr. Spengler.” He turns back. “Have you been able to learn more about that psychokinetic energy?”

“Ghost energy can take various forms. I don’t have a clear idea of what it could be yet.” He frowns. “Which makes the improvement of the unit even more complex.”

“If you and Dr. Stantz are ok with the idea,” you say, heart beating faster. “I’d like to study this matter further. Apart from the effect on the valences, there could be laser-nuclei reactions that are worth looking into, as well as interactions between the entities themselves. Perhaps, it’s too soon to theorize about potential ‘ghost particles’ though...”

Dr. Spengler looks pensive for a minute, and you’re afraid he’ll chastity you – gently, but he just walks closer, extending an arm. “I’ll show you the unit, and we can talk about a new schematic.”

The ‘we’ is a heartwarming promise. “Lead the way, Dr. Spengler.”

As you approach the stairs, he has a small smile on his face. “Egon, please.”

You’ll have to tell him about his stuff at your place someday.

#egon spengler x reader #egon spengler #ghostbusters #ghostbusters imagine #ghostbusters reader insert #non binary reader

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bright-omens · 10 months

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ADHD Crowley Headcanons because I love them very much

ADHD Crowley lives rent-free in my heart. Also, I will be switching pronouns for him throughout this because genderfluid Crowley

He stims by moving his head from side to side (like a snake)

They vocal stim by doing a Scottish accent randomly

They'll just be chilling with Aziraphale in the bookshop and they'll both be silently doing their own thing

And then out of nowhere...

He'll just start saying random things in a Scottish accent, and he'll stay like that for hours until he gets a good amount of dopamine from it

His hyperfixation is stars and space, obviously

He sticks his tongue out as he does important things so he can focus more

She loves sorting things. If she ever needs dopamine or if she's just bored, Aziraphale has a bunch of boxes of little trinkets and things for her to sort and fidget with

Speaking of fidgeting, Crowley hoards fidget toys like there's no tomorrow

She just pulls them out of nowhere

She's in a meeting with Hell and getting bored?

*Fidget toy has been summoned*

All the demons in Hell find it so annoying because they'll take them away

Only for her to have even more than before

They've given up on confiscating his fidget toys

Listening to songs on repeat is a form of stimming, so I feel like they'd hear a specific Queen song and they're like "Oh, here's the song that I'm focusing all my energy on for either a week or the next 5 years"

They hoard blankets

If they get too stressed out they turn into a snake and slither around the bookshop

They will make random little noises in the silence, just to fill it

"Blop. Blop. Blop. Beep. Beeeeep. Beeeeeeeee-"

"Crowley, dear, will you stop beeping?"

Aziraphale doesn't care what sound she makes, as long as it isn't beeping

When Crowley is low on dopamine, she gets so incredibly depressed

She just sits and does nothing for weeks

Aziraphale usually tries to bring her out of it by taking her to space museums or giving her space books to read

It doesn't always work, but Crowley appreciates the effort

When he's on about a hyperfixation though...

Let's just say that he puts the "hyper" in hyperfixation

Aziraphale loves seeing him like that

All smiley and happy and bouncing around

Crowley could go on for hours about any little topic that interests him when he gets like that

#good omens #crowley #ineffable husbands #ADHD crowley #why is there an autistic aziraphale tag #but not an adhd crowley one?#that's dumb #anyways #crowley headcanons #crowley hcs #good omens crowley

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I just had an idea for story- Riddles mom come for like a PTA Meeting or family day and despises Crowley and worries for her precious little boy’s future if continues to be headmaster and for the plot just has Crowley arrested or removed as headmaster and replaces him.

She’s like Umbrige level of bad. She is in every class that Riddles in. Riddle is internally praying that this is just a bad dream. Trey is getting grey hairs. Confiscated Caiter’s phone. Probably installs alarms that makes a noise only cats can hear in the botanical garden so Leon can’t nap in there.

Like I’m just picturing an alchemy class where Adeuce and Grimm mess up a potion or cause an accident and it’s just … Bad.

Drags deuces mother, saying she can’t wait to meet her so she see what a laizy and horrible parent she is if her son can’t do basic spells and potions. After all Riddle master this when he was still in elementary school. Deuce is trying not to get mad, but when asks what his father would thinks and he mentions it’s just them Mama rosehearts would make a snide remark about how his mother being loose would explain her sons many short comings.

Ace might fight back- bad idea. “Do you think the real world be any different ? Who would ever hire a slob like you? I wonder where your parents went wrong if your brother was a model student.”

Then she turns to us, “I understand the previous headmasters decision to enroll you. Even with out magic you do manage to keep up better then your moronic friends. “ but she smiles at Yuu as says “control the beast or I’ll make sure that it won’t be a problem. If you can’t take care of something then you don’t deserve to have it.” Basicly says keep Grim under control or she’s sending him to shelter.

Big show down between Mama Rosehearts and Lilia. Calls him a horrible father and down right neglectful because of silvers narcolepsy. Idk came to but I’m curious what you think?

I love this concept. But also fuck this bitch.

Yuu tries to argue with her. "I don't have, Grim. He's a person and student just like everyone else!"

"That thing," the woman said glaring, "Is a mongrel. The only reason I'll allow it here is because it's admission is tied with yours and technically has not earned expulsion. Now I suggest you do as you're told and don't give me a reason to expel you both."

Despite the previous deal with Crowley, she won't make any agreement with Azul and forces him to shut down Mostro Lounge. She made a policy so Sam would stop selling certain items in his shop. She micro manages everything to the point where the Housewardens have no power over their dorms.

Pretty much everyone who is not Riddles friend takes it out on him. Everyone avoids him. He can't even rely on Trey or Cater anymore, because his mother kept them separate at all times. She even moved him out of the dorm and made him live with her in the headmages quarters.

Yuu is stuck. They're a ward of the school,and with Crowley gone, Ms. Rosehearts is technically their guardian now. If they outright fight back, she may just turn over them over to the system and Yuu can kiss any chance of going home goodbye.

However, she mostly only cares about Riddle. So late at night, everyone sneaks out of their dorms to hold secret meetings late at night at Ramshackle and discuss what to do. Everyone debates on the matter. Maybe they can get all the families like the Asims or Kingscholars to push for her removal. Maybe get Idia to dig up dirt and have her fired. Regardless of how, the Wicked Witch must go.

#twisted wonderland #headmistress rosehearts au

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dairy-farmer · 1 day

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Thoughts on the public school fag Tim au from not too long ago.

Tim being invited to the Wayne’s estate during the summer holiday, he goes shooting — he doesn’t know how to himself, but when they go out and shoot pigeons he sticks with Dick… who plies bim with regular shots of Hennessy from the silver flask he has hidden in his jacket pocket. By the end Tim’s barely able to stand, Dick’s loading man had to carry him back to the house early. When they returned back after lunch and a day’s shoot dick went up to change before dinner — to find Tim, still drunk, naked, and desperate for dick to fuck him.

It’s been a while, dick graduated that year and Tim’s been desperate for him since. Jason’s good, and Bruce has started fucking him too, but he wants Dick back.

(Also bonus for Tim becoming a fuck toy for the entire party staying at the estate for the shooting, by the end of dinner they’ve slowly peeled all his clothes off and he’s sat in the middle of the floor on his knees, naked, surrounded by drunk men in tuxes desperate to get their turn with the pretty boy begging for someone to use him)

😍😍😍😍!!!! tim accompanying dick while he goes shooting!!!

tim's in soft britches and riding boots with a nice tweed coat that dick had bought him because tim's family didn't much care for the sport of shooting or game hunting like the waynes did. normally dick would be accompanied by one of the dogs to go with him but ace was at the vet, titus was still a puppy that damian wouldn't let out of his sight, and dick didn't like any of the other dogs bred on the estate

dick's first year at university is over and he's finally home with his family and brothers and their sweet little pet that they've convinced his parents to part with for the summer. dick is the last to arrive at the estate and so everyone else has had plenty of time to unwind and relax with sweet timmy. but not dick. no, dick is still wound up with tension about life in university where he was on his own and didn't have anyone to bail him out in case his mouth got him into trouble (something he sorely unappreciated while in boarding school). and so maybe dick has a bit of a cruel streak coming back from university and seeing little timmy with his red. chubby cheeks and bright eyes. being away meant that dick had missed pheasant and partridge season but the gamekeeper had said some deer had been spotted on the east edges of the manor grounds. and with the ponds on the ground there was no shortage of ducks or geese.

taking tim with him was a natural move both because dick needed to be welcomed home and because he needed a picker-up for his ducks. sweet timmy is nervous around all the weaponry, so unsure and shifting from foot to foot in his new boots. while waiting for the game dick takes covert drinks from his flask, he'd nicked it off of bruce because his had been confiscated years ago with bruce having a strict policy against drinking and shooting. tim is so unsure and out of his depth that dick decides to take pity on the kid and offer the flash to his lips, tipping it back and watching tim's nose and eye scrunch up at the taste. it's cute and gets a laugh of amusement out of dick who keeps doing it to see that look again.

tim is as drunk as a skunk within the hour. he's small and his tolerance is basically zero. dick gets a few hearty laughs out of seeing tim stumble and fall all over. he ends up getting thrown over the loading man's shoulders like a sack of potatoes and carried home while dick keeps offering him the flask by pressing it to his fat, baby cheek.

dick gets washed up and tracks tim down to his room where he's supposed to be sleeping the drink off, only he finds him half naked on the bed, squirming and whining for dick. his babycunt is shiny with tim's wetness and his little fingers are rubbing against it, whining and rutting against them.

well dick knows an invitation when he sees one.

tim makes the exact same gasp and gutted noise as he always does when dick presses his cock in and sinks until he's fully sheathed. tim is looser when he's drunk, his body less resistant to penetration or the force of dick's thrusts when he immediately starts fucking tim fast and hard. tim just whines under him, making soft noises, and grinding his hips back against dick's. normally tim lies there and makes soft noises, his tight cunt twitching and tightening occasionally. but a drunk tim is a fun tim and a surprisingly horny one too.

it's a wonderful homecoming gift for dick.

#asks #answered asks #anonymous

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2010 Hakuoki SSL Short Story

Sorry this was a tad late, but I wanted to figure out what to call this and if I could get an idea where this story was first published since I remembered that this story was reprinted in one of the Otomate Maniax books... which took me a while to double check since I didn't remember where I had put them.

This story was originally published on one of the Otomate Hakuoki blog websites (link below). Although the original post doesn't have a specific "name" for this story, the reprint refers to this as "薄桜鬼ハロウイン企画" which translates to "Hakuoki Halloween Project."

Also, the tl I saw uses the word 'dim sum' which can translate to "snack", "candy", "dessert" and "pastry" (basically anything sweet)... so I've adjusted the word I used based on what fit the context better.

Anyway, enjoy!

2010 Hakuoki SSL Short Story

Translation by KumoriYami

Today was Halloween. The only girl at Hakuo Gakuen hurried to school with the sweets she made herself.

Yukimura： "I've always been taken care of by everyone, so I wanted to express my gratitude to everyone. But, where is everyone…?"

It appeared that she was completing ignoring the purpose of Halloween and thought of today as a day to "thank everyone" instead of playing tricks on people who didn't give candy.

"Ah———I don't have any more candy to give you!!"

Suddenly, I heard voices coming from by the school gates.

I hastily went over, and saw that Harada-sensei and Nagakura-sensei surrounded by students.

……However, after taking a closer look, the two's circumstances were really different.

Harada： "Hey hey, isn't today's a day for children to ask adults for candy? So you don't need to give me any candy, and should eat it yourself."

Nagakura： "Anyway, why are you all giving Sano candy! This is too unfair!"

The male students all asking Nagakura-sensei for candy, yet Harada-sensei was receiving candy from girls from the neighbouring Shimabara Girls' High School.

The students seeing how pitiful Nagakura-sensei was, were driven away the scene.

Yukimura： Harada-sensei, Nagakura-sensei. Um… I've always been looked after by you two teachers, so today I prepared some pastries…"

Nagakura： "What!? A goddess….. right now before my eyes, there's a goddess…!

Harada： "These are handmade pastries, for you make them especially for us, we can't refuse them."

Nagakura-sense was overjoyed, and to express his gratitude, Harada-sensei gave her a lot of candy.

During the lunch break, she met with Okita and Toudou, who were holding a lot of snacks.

Yukimura： "You two have done well, you have quite a lot of candy…. were those given to you by everyone?"

Okita： "It's because today's a day children ask adults for candy."

Toudou："I got these all from the teachers!"

One by one, the two described the snacks they received.

Toudou： "This is chocolate I got from San-san! He gave us so much."

Okita： "But it's the ten-yen bargain kind."

Toudou： "This red jelly was given Sannan-san! But I have the feeling that this jelly has a strange smell."

Oktita： ""Ah, I don't want this jelly. Heisuke you take it and eat it."

Toudou： "After that, this is the cake that Kondou-san gave us! Kondou-san is really spontaneous!"

Okita： "He said "today is the day to give children candy!" and gave this to ask before we could even ask. Kondou-san always treats me like a child."

Yukimura： "Um... will you be able to eat all that dessert?"

Okita： "There won't be a problem…… So, will you be giving me pastries that you personally made?"

Toudou： "Ah…. Souji, you're so cunning! I also…!

Yukimura： "Hehe, you both have a share, don't worry."

After giving them a homemade pumpkin flavoured cupcake, they smiled happily and once the two parted, she was found by members of the Disciplinary Committee.

Yukimura： "Both of you also received a lot of candy."

Saito： "No, these were not given by other people."

Kaoru： "They were confiscated from students who were making noises and disrupting the school morals because of Halloween."

Hearing those words, Yukimura slump her shoulders in dismay.

Yukimura： "So-Sorry, I——"

Kaoru： ""But, what we confiscated is too much for us to finish ourselves. Sorry, help us deal with some of this candy."

Kaoru and Saito handed over the desserts to a confused Yukimura.

Yukimura： Uh, um... is this okay?"

Saito： "It's fine. Otherwise these sweets will get spoiled… we just cannot waste food for no reason."

Yukimura： "I, I understand."

Kaoru： "…….So is one of those pastries to give to your older brother?"

Yukimura： "It's because today is Halloween. That's why I thought about giving everyone….."

Saito： "It doesn't matter if excellent students participate in these sort of activities."

Yukimura： "Huh? Is that so.....?"

Kaoru： "That's right. My lovely younger sister is special."

Yukimura, who didn't realize that these two people were being partial to her, silently gave the both of them pastries.

As she continued walking, Kazama stood in the middle of the hallway to talk to Yukimura.

Kazama： "My wife, do you know what day it is today?……. If you don't give me a treat, I'll play a trick on you."

Yukimura： "Ah, that's right. Please let everyone in the student council enjoy these."

Kazama： "It's undoubtedly Halloween, so it would be far too boring to let you go like this… These opportunities seldom come by, so I will be playing a trick on you."

Yukimura： "Huh.... HUH!?"

Hijikata： "Kazama…… You're not a kid anymore. Don't do such senseless things."

Hijikata-sensei, who just appeared from behind Kazama, swatted down Kazama's hand as he was about to reach for Yukimura.

Hijikata： "Every guy is is restless because of Halloween…………because Principal Kondou took the lead, even if everyone said "no", that wouldn't work…..."

Yukimura： "Th-Thank you for your hard work. Hijikata-sensei..."

Although Yukimura felt sorry that Hijikata had to participate in Halloween activities himself, she still gave him a pastry.

Yukimura： "This might be a bother to you… to thank you for looking after me, I made some pastries"

Hijikata： "……It's only natural that a teacher looks after students."

Even though he said that, he still held out his hand with a smile to accept Yukimura's pastry——

Hijikata： "......Hey, Kazama. What are you intending by putting your hand out?"

Kazama： "Naturally to have my share. I'm merely receiving this gift."

Hijikata was stunned as he looked as Kazama extended his hand as if nothing had happened. Yukimura smiled as the interaction between the two of them and handed them the pastries at the same time.

Hijikata： "Thank you."

Kazama： "Just look forward to my response."

Hijikata："......Seriously, what 【return gift】 are you talking about."

Yukimura, who had given everyone snacks to everyone, felt quite satisfied. Hakuo Gakuen's Halloween passed by like this.

End

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This was originally published on October 30, 2010.

original link: http://blog.otomate.jp/staffblog/2010/10/post-499.html

...I suppose this will be an exception to the content I post since I usually don't post content from the Hakuoki blogs onto my tumblr... though because of that, I've made this un-rebloggable.

#hakuoki #hakuouki #hakuoki ssl #hakuoki other translation #hijikata toshizo #okita souji #saito hajime #toudou heisuke #harada sanosuke #kazama chikage #nagumo kaoru #nagakura shinpachi

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MHA General Dorm Head canons

General Headcanons of life in the Class 1A dorm, _______________________________________________ SFW//Fluff?//purely domestic and friendship dynamics// (read more for long post) _______________________________________________ The main living area has one communal blue tooth speaker- it's constantly causing fights- and is the main tool for trolling and annoying everyone in the 1A dorm...

-There's constantly some two students fighting over who connects their playlists to play, (Denki and Mina mostly). Everyone agrees to have a shared Dorm playlist, Jiro ends up making this playlist and adds everyone's favourite songs and bands to keep everyone happy...

This however has been used for purely chaotic actions like - Kaminari playing Smash mouth (original -_-) at 2am after a dare gone wrong... Bakugou definitely made enough noise to drown out the speaker, and the speaker was quickly confiscated by Aizawa the next morning.

Jiro will practice her instruments, however she often still gets shy- so she always has an ear jack plugged into her bedroom door and if she hears footsteps close she immediately stops playing and gets flustered. She'll sit and wait for the traffic to stop before she continues. The class discovered this and now is extremely quiet so they don't throw her off, and so they can hear her amazing music through their thin dorm walls (they love their punk rock classmate so much!)

Everyone, both boys and girls have a silent pact that they protect (mostly) the girls' rooms from Mineta. Todoroki and Deku have unfortunately on numerous occasions caught Mineta outside one of the girls' closed dorm rooms, eavesdropping on their sleepovers. Let's just say Mineta backed right off after that, quickly realizing that he wasn't going to get anywhere with the strongest and talented boys and girls in the school breathing down his neck for being a creep. :(

Deku has a huge whiteboard on wheels in his room that Todoroki stole from general studies for him so he can right and erase notes as he pleases, Sometimes Deku will roll it into the main living room and use it for study sessions, -

Iida bought him nice, coloured whiteboard markers after deku’s one single black marker got harder and harder to read as he kept squeezing in more: "important notes and information" onto the one board.

Also with the whiteboard. - While Midoriya out training, Tsuyu, Tokoyami, Uraraka and Todoroki will draw little scribbles and cute sketches over it in the spare spaces, Midoriya hasn't erased any of them yet, and when he has to, he always takes photos of them before he takes them off!

The Dekusquad and the Baku-squad constantly having super smash bros tournaments on a friday night, however with an overwhelming skill gap towards the bakusquad; Sero and Kaminari will often jump and play for team Deku instead. The best super smash bros players being Sero, Kirishima, Bakugou, Todoroki, Denki, Deku, and Tsuyu is very good at playing exclusively, kirby.

Mock cooking shows with Sato, where Sato often tries to get his classmates to bake something edible while avoiding disaster..... Kaminari is now banned from using the oven and stovetop...

(I believe i've seen this written somewhere else before, but I live for this one so i'm carrying it on) Sero and Mina always have their dorm room open through the day so anyone can come in to talk or vent, and of course mostly chill. However only a few certain people have hammock privileges in Seros room.

Iida and Momo have made a copy of all of their notes combined across all classes, they got Midoriya to help organise it into a binder - that sits on the kitchen counter so anyone can use it to study or review notes they might have missed. It was mocked for about one week for being the nerdiest thing ever- but now Kaminari and Sero fight over who gets to use it and it's now the dorm room's ‘bible’.

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I love domestic and slice of life headcanons so this was a treat, I would write this stuff forever so feel free to request more!

Lowkey will write more on my own accord anyway

#my hero academia #mha headcanons #bnha #mha dorm headcanons #bakugou katsuki #izuku mydoria #midoriya fluff #mha fluff #class 1a #kyoka jiro #sero hanta

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A Review of my time in Skyrim's Prisons (Featuring some followers): Dawnstar Jail

This is the third part to my Skyrim Prison Review series. In this entry we discuss Dawnstar, a city plagued by nightmares caused by evil. I'm here to figure out if said evil is the result of having a shit prison system or not.

Arriving in my cell I'm greeted by a familiar sight. The amount of space afforded to prisoners in Dawnstar is practically identical to that of Morthal's cell. Could they have had the same interior designer? Whatever the case it makes Dawnstar's cell feel very indistinct (which is definitely not because the devs didn't feel like designing unique interiors that day. Definitely not). Included in the cell is very little beyond a trio of bed rolls for Sofia, Inigo and I to rest in. Inigo had been involved in our arrest this time (though not by choice). When we had arrived in Dawnstar we had checked in at the local inn, Windpeak Inn, and encountered much of the resident populace engaged in a drinks party. Apparently this party was to distract the people from the unending nightmares that has plagued them for many a night by this point. Sofia had insisted we join in this event and we did so. Inigo was reluctant at first but caved to peer pressure eventually. Rather worryingly that's as far as our collective memory goes. None of us remember what happened that night and no guards or residents told us. The only things we have as evidence of what happened are numerous splats of blood on the Dawnstar roads and a Giant's Club that was apparently confiscated from Sofia sometime after the guards caught us. Perhaps some stories are best left unknown.

Aside from the bed rolls for sleeping in, the only non-living thing in the cell was an old book tucked away in the corner. "The Wolf Queen - Book 1" was nestled in the gap between the wall and a wooden pillar. The first in a series of books concerning Potema, the famed wolf queen of the third era. Without any other objects of note and with Inigo's continued berating of Sofia growing more irritating to listen to I started to read. Included within the story is a detailed explanation of a lockpicking scenario, which offered valuable insight on the art and improved my lockpicking proficiency. This, I remember thinking, had to be a joke. They put nothing in the cell except some old bed rolls and a book detailing how to pick the cell lock and escape? Either they had put the book inside to entertain bored prisoners not knowing its helpful contents or it had been discreetly left behind by a thief who had previously resided in this very cell. Either way, the stark lack of pretty much anything in the cell at all spoke volumes for the management of Dawnstar Jail. Either they cannot afford to place things in the cell, or they cannot care to.

It was while I read the secret literature in my cell that a guardsman approached our cell. He told us that he was sick of listening to my associates argue between themselves and that if they did not cease their debate he would stop them by using Sofia to warm the guard barracks and Inigo to make a forth bed roll. It was clear the man was restless (what with the nightmares and all) and was beyond fed up with the noise. Personally I couldn't blame him, rude as he was. After Inigo and Sofia gave their word to becoming and remaining silent the guardsman left up into the guard barracks, presumably to get some food, drink, or a fool hearty attempt at rest. We in the cell took this as our moment to explore beyond our cell.

The vicinity outside our cell bore some strong similarities to that of its Morthal equivalent, but also some drastic differences. Like Morthal there was a writer's desk for legal documents which was equipped with the familiar writing quill, paper rolls and wine. Interestingly though next to this was what appeared to be a large barrel not too dissimilar to ones used to hold mead or other such alcoholic beverages. One would assume that this would drive Sofia to forcefully chain herself to the desk and not be taken away from it as if protesting against the at-the-time Stormcloak occupation of the Pale, and yet she did not. Likely because she was still recovering from the hangover brought about by the events of last night (Thank Ebornarm for these visual illustrations. I doubt I'd have remembered anything without them). Additionally worth noting is the placement of the prisoner belonging chests. Unlike the Dragonsreach Dungeons and Morthal Jail, the chests here are kept close by to where a guard is expected to frequent and out of the direct accessibility of a prisoner. This makes it much harder for the overly-ambitious prisoner to access their belongings and storm aggressively out of the prison using a steel battle-axe of fiery souls or the like.

Directly opposite the guard desk was a food table. Keen followers of formal logical reasoning will note that this means the table has food on it. Food which I don't understand. Surely if a peckish guard wants to eat something they can go upstairs to the guard barracks and get something in a short time or, better yet, bring something down when they start their shift. That is unless this food was meant to be given to prisoners but considering that a) we were not offered any food while in our cells and b) the guards were clearly not interested in giving us anything at all I seriously doubt the food was meant for us. Either way, Inigo helped himself to some bread.

Proceeding upstairs to the guard barracks we were greeted with a dual-level affair. The base level felt very... well... base, for lack of a better term. It remined me much of the Riverwood trader, and indeed the nearby Mortar and Pestle shop. The furniture and decoration was just as drab as the building layout on this floor. A guardsman had been sitting enjoying a late breakfast when we entered and we briefly exchanged words with the tired old goat wherein he expressed his extreme tiredness (which probably explains why he didn't attack us on the spot) when Sofia suddenly suggested a solution. Before he could respond she knocked him on his back and left him out cold. In her defence, he did get some sleep then, so it really was for the best.

The guards upstairs were not so weak from a lack of rest. No sooner had I arisen the stairs had their weapons been drawn and their fury let loose. Even the brief second trying to commit the visual of the room to memory let a guard get off a lucky swing of their blade. Not wanting to incur further injuries and fearing the captain's large weapon we bid a swift retreat. These guards were more alert than I expected. Perhaps the lack of rest had made them ore irritable and better at sensing shifts in atmosphere. Either way, it is to be commended. Such swift action is admirable in guards and other holds can learn a thing or two from these alert men and women.

To conclude this review, I felt conflicted leaving my experience with Dawnstar Jail. The guards here show clear skill and aptitude in their roles, but the bland design and complete emptiness of the cell bar some bed-rolls and a book probably not even meant to be there to begin with leave much to be desired and unlike Morthal, Dawnstar is not quite a nowhere shithole in the middle of a boggy, sweaty swamp next to a vampire den so there is far less room to justify certain shortcomings.

Final score: Four Steel Battle-axes of Fiery Souls out of Ten Steel Battle-axes of Fiery Souls

Thank you for reading this review. Next time We discuss Falkreath and see if its jail is as dead as the absurdly large cemetery and all the people that resides there.

#skyrim #tes v #tes v skyrim #dawnstar #Dawnstar Jail #Skyrim Prison Review #inigo the brave #inigo #sofia skyrim #part three #Everyone here is tired #I can see why place is mid af #I mean seriously it's so dull #But hey #at least they have that one Dark Elf priest people on this site like

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Gamzee Makara, Dave Strider

Act 5, page 2818

-- terminallyCapricious [TC] began trolling turntechGodhead [TG] --

TC: AlRiGhT My pInKeSt oF MoThErFuCkIn sTaR MoNkEyS

TC: ArE YoU ReAdY

TC: To gEt tHe hOrNs yOu dOnT HaVe

TC: CoNfIsCaTeD AlL LiKe tHe mOtHeRfUcKiN HoNkTrAbAnD ThEy aRe

TC: BeInG AlL IlLiCiT As tHe vAsT JoKe iTsElF

TC: AnD ThEn

TC: HaNdEd aT RiGhT BaCk tO YoU?

TG: what

TC: HaHa, SeE BrO, tHiS Is hOw i rOlL

TC: I SuPpLy tHe hOrNs tOwArD YoU, mEtApHoRiCaLlY SpEaKiNg

TC: SeE, lIkE

TC: ThAt's kInD Of a tRoLl mEtApHoR

TC: YoU GeTtInG YoUr hOrNs aLl hAnDeD To yOu, If yOu pEePs aNaToMiCaLlY WeRe sUcH To bE LiKe tHaT

TC: DoInG ThAt's tO MeAn lIkE YoU GoT MoThErFuCkIn sAsSeD OuT

TC: As iN TrOlLeD

TC: BuT BrO WhEn i tElL ThAt nOiSe aT YoU

TC: Im lIkE DoInG

TC: A DoUbLe mEtApHoR AlL ThE WaY

TC: AcRoSs sKaIa :o)

TC: BeCaUsE My hOrNs iM AlL AbOuT ArE ThEsE FuNnY HoNk hOrNs InStEaD oF hEaD hOrNs

TC: LiKe wHaT DoEs cLoWnS UsE

TC: AnD WhEn i'm aLl tO InViTe yOu tO GeT A LiTtLe mOtHeRfUcKiN SqUeEzE On

TC: It'lL Be a dOwNeD In, StRaIgHt fLaT, bOaRd sIdEd mIrAcLe iF YoU DoN'T GeT ScArEd sHiTtEnT ClOwNcArS

TC: ThAt's hOw wE PlAy tHe mOtHeRfUcKiN GaMe

TC: HoNk hOnK >:o)

TG: oh god thats right

TG: you were the best troll

TG: i remember now

TC: WhOa, I WaS?

TG: yeah

TG: i mean

TG: in the most ironic and hilarious ways possible

TG: but that really shouldnt even need to be said

TC: ShIt, I MuSt hAvE GoT To nOt rEmEmBeRiNg tHiS SoMeHoW

TG: it was months ago for me

TG: you did your bizarrely oblivious juggalo thing

TG: then bitched and moaned at me for ruining your religion or some horseshit

TG: like i guess a weird crisis in faith i dunno

TG: and then

TG: you kinda got over that i guess

TG: and we both proceeded to have one of the best rap-offs in the history of paradox space

TG: remember

TC: AwW MoThErFuCk, No :o(

TC: I MoSt sUrElY wOuLd gEt mY ReMeMbEr oN FoR A BiTcHtItS TiMe hAd lIkE ThAt

TC: My mInD'S NoT ThAt sHaRp nOw tHoUgH, iT'S BeEn aGeS SiNcE I HaD A GoOd pIe

TG: could be time shit

TG: you might not have had the conversation yet

TC: DoGg, I DoN'T KnOw tHaT Im aT A PlAcE To eVeN CoNtEmPlAtE FoR EnTeRtAiNiNg tHaT KiNd oF ThInG

TC: I DoN'T GeT TiMe

TC: I WaSn't tHe dUdE Of tImE

TC: I WaS ThE

TC: ThE MoThErFuCkIn

TC: BaRd oF

TC: FuCk

TC: I FoRgOt :o(

TG: do you remember if you watched any videos

TG: from earth

TG: that i might have sent

TC: nO

TG: dude i was telling you

TG: youve got to check this out

TG: trust me itll lift your spirits shit will all make sense to you finally

TG: youll finally figure out who you are and why you worship all this ridiculous clown bullshit

TC: Oh, MaN

TC: ThIs sOuNdS AmAzInG, i cAn't sEe hOw i wOuLdN'T Be aLl kIcKiNg tHe wIcKeD ShIt oUt Of sUcH KiNdS Of oPpOrTuNiTiEs

TG: and also why your planet has faygo for some baffling reason

TG: actually no nevermind it doesnt explain that

TG: that still makes no damn sense

TG: but like

TG: the thing youre looking for

TG: your dark clownish salvation or whatever the fuck

TG: your mirthful messiahs

TG: ahahahaha i cant even type that without lmao

TG: anyway theyre here dude

TG: check it out

TG: http://tinyurl.com/MoThErFuCkInMiRaClEs

TC: :oO

#homestuck #gamzee makara #dave strider #homestuck act 5 #page 2818 #homestuck act 5 act 2

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aeoki · 1 year

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Grand Slam - The Old-Fashioned Sports Festival: Chapter 2

Location: Unknown Characters: Tomoya, Hitsugi & NEGI

TL Note:

The name of the sixth of the Seven Mysteries of Yumenosaki (悪夢ノ咲) is difficult to translate as the details surrounding it hasn’t really been revealed (nor can I find any info online), so the name is a tentative one / subject to change!

If there is existing info regarding this that I’ve completely missed, please let me know so I can change it!

But to my understanding, the name can be read / interpreted a few ways:

1. Nightmare-no-saki / Akumu no saki: This is a combination of the word for ‘nightmare (悪夢 / akumu)’ and the school’s name Yumenosaki (lit. blooming dreams). The combined meaning would be ‘a blooming of nightmares’.

2. Aku Yumenosaki: Possibly a bit far-fetched, but it simply means ‘Evil Yumenosaki”.

< The video that was open on Hitsugi Kurone’s phone. Time and place: everything unknown. >

Hitsugi: “Hitsugi and~♪”

NEGI: “His big sister’s~...♪”

Hitsugi: “Pre-recording for “Broadcasting Accidents”...☆”

NEGI: *Clap clap clap clap*

“...Do you really need to include that? And do you even need me?”

Hitsugi: “Of course, I do! What’re you saying? Are you an idiot, Onee-chan!?”

NEGI: “I’ve been called an idiot by an idiot. Poor me.”

Hitsugi: “Onee-chan, you’re always someone I need! It’s lonely being by yourself, after all!”

NEGI: “I think it’s just wasting time. All that trouble to switch between us and editing the video so that it looks like we’re having a proper conversation… It’s just a waste of time.”

Hitsugi: “But if we’re erased, someone else will come across this video, right?”

“In that case, if we make it an amusing video, it might pique their interest and maybe they’ll watch right through to the end.”

“And when they finish the video, they might realise something, follow in our footsteps and look into things.”

“It’s a rare opportunity! So I want to make it something that people will regret not watching!”

NEGI: “You’ve completely turned into a “producer”, huh. Too much influence from Anzu.”

“Don’t get too obsessed. You’re not intending on creating more of me, are you?”

“...Well, nevermind, let’s start. Where should we lift off from?”

Hitsugi: “We’ll cut the beginning and re-enact the important parts!”

NEGI: “Gotcha~ Elohim Essaim, Elohim Essaim–”

Hitsugi: “Ia! Ia! Cthulhu! Fhtagn!”

“............”

Tomoya: W-What? He stopped talking.

The video didn’t freeze, right? The video’s progress bar is still moving slightly…

Hm? Something seems off about Kurone…?

Mayoi (Hitsugi): “Over here, everyone…♪”

Makoto (Hitsugi): “H-Hey, is this okay? What’s this place? Uuu~ It’s cramped, dark and scary!”

Yuuta (Hitsugi): “Don’t be so loud, Yuuki-senpai. The noises bounce off the walls and it makes the inside of my ears throb.”

Subaru (Hitsugi): “If your head’s pounding, maybe it’s because there’s not much oxygen down here! Ahaha ☆”

Makoto (Hitsugi): “What was funny about that sentence, Akehoshi-kun!?”

Sora: “HaHa~♪ HiHi~♪ HuHu~♪ HeHe~♪ HoHo~♪”

Tomoya: (W-What on earth is this…? Kurone is re-enacting everyone’s actions and words?)

(I wonder if he’s re-enacting the video that was confiscated from “Broadcasting Accidents”.)

(It seems like it. Akehoshi-senpai, Yuuki-senpai, Harukawa, Yuuta – And that’s Ayase-senpai, right?)

(Why is Ayase-senpai there? Ahh, I remember hearing that Shiratori had him go in his place since he also got sick.)

(I remember thinking I should have asked someone to go in my stead too.)

(I-In any case, why is Kurone filming this…?)

Mayoi (Hitsugi): “The Seven Mysteries of Yumenosaki.”

“First: The Odd Cenotaph. Second: The Blood-Vomiting Beast. Third: The Earth’s Requiem. Fourth: The White God. Fifth: The Dead Chatter-box. Sixth: Aku Yumenosaki[*] .”

“That’s all. There are only six of the Seven Mysteries that have been identified.”

“It’s said the seventh will appear when the rest of the Seven Mysteries are all triggered, but the details are unknown.”

Yuuta (Hitsugi): “You hear that a lot with other Seven Mysteries, huh~ The last one is always shrouded in mystery. Anyway, you sure know a lot, Ayase-senpai.”

Mayoi (Hitsugi): “Uh, umm, they’re well-known stories, after all?”

Yuuta (Hitsugi): “No, I don’t think they’re that well-known. No one knew about it when we were investigating it last year, so we ended up at a standstill.”

“We got a lot of ridiculous rumours instead, though.”

Mayoi (Hitsugi): “P-Perhaps someone hid them intentionally. They hid the real Seven Mysteries and spread rumours that acted as a decoy instead…”

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#grand slam

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getallemeralds · 1 year

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OKAY. UM. so it's been Literally Like A Year Or Two since i last talked about Rescue in any detail (?!) so you guys get some unhinged rambling about furries

...UNDER THE CUT, BECAUSE THIS GOT LONG.

Sol, he/him: woke up one day in a weird abandoned lab with no idea how he got there or literally anything at all. and then found out that thanks to Dubious Science he is now unable to be killed. which is very cool except for the "i dont know where i am, apparently i've been missing for HALF A YEAR, and also now my blood is BLUE????" thing. originally stressed, sarcastic, and distrustful, but once he's in a safer environment he turns out to be warm-hearted if awkward and has trouble expressing his feelings. technically undead. Rescue's set in 2017ish so he's, like. 20. likes spicy food, space, and Sonic; dislikes bright red, jello, and sticky things.

Zyd, she/her: fellow lab experiment with a lot of knowledge on the projects the lab was undertaking before being abruptly abandoned. fills Sol in on the whole "yeah you can't be killed anymore, have fun with that" thing, has a more extreme form of it where she literally can't feel pain but regenerates super quickly. comes off as very self-confident and driven, but is actually exhausted and wants to go back to a normal life as much as Sol does. this rabbit has trauma. likes horror movies, loud music she can yell along to, and citrus; dislikes being touched (with exceptions), harsh noise, and shirts.

Tank, she/they/he: literally just kinda Shows Up, does terribly at getting in Sol's good books, and is just kinda running around Causing Problems on accident. initial impression of being airheaded and naive, but that starts to crack eventually bc it turns out they're an anxious mess with a super low opinion of herself. oops! also they broke in but are very avoidant on Why. manages to blunder her way into becoming good friends with Sol afterwards. likes rhythm games (bonds with Sol over them), speedcore, and shrimp; dislikes getting talked over, romcoms, and needles.

Monty, he/him: third member of the Lab Experiment Gang, although Sol doesn't get to meet him for a while due to Tank knocking things off course. chronically ill and willingly volunteered hoping it'd help, became friends with Zyd, and then things went Terribly Wrong. nonverbal. prefers communicating through text (they confiscated his phone). was a theater kid. i BARELY talk about him and he didnt pass the sexy lamp test for an uncomfortable amount of time despite his friendship with Zyd being incredibly important. likes gardening, Portal, and trashy YA fantasy; dislikes bananas.

CY, they/them: WHERE. IS MY ART OF THEM. DID I SERIOUSLY NOT SAVE RECENT STUFF INTO THE RESCUE FOLDER AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA okay uh. CY is a hostile AI and the reason why the lab got abandoned - everything's in lockdown until they can figure out how to neutralize them, which is difficult when they've basically evolved into a virus that's taken over the lab's network and is trying to break through to the outside world. there is a lot more to them but they're kind of a mess. could probably be a notITG SRT villain.

Griffin, he/him: android assistant that is completely unaware the lab is abandoned because, like. the experiments patients are still there! somebody's gotta look after them! was very much not programmed to handle any of this and so is constantly frazzled and would like everyone to stop trying to break out, please. would also like everyone to stop trying to break IN, PLEASE, YES THAT MEANS YOU TANK. Zyd is very friendly with him, Sol has no idea what to make of him, CY fucking hates him. he's a... cat... dragon.. robot... thing..?

Seb: they/them, was named Sandblast until literally 5 minutes ago (originally was a Soundscapes character so theyre named after a song but got ported into Rescue years ago and i. never changed their name). trying very, Very hard to balance Griffin out, not really succeeding. has a lot of guilt about basically everything and is just trying to keep everything running smoothly. quiet and nervous. Wow I Wonder Which Leo Designed This Guy (it was pat)

there's also at least 3 more guys but one of them doesn't have proper art yet (Aloe, "sibling" to Seb and just kinda vibing her way through the whole situation), one of them barely has info at all and might be a backstory character, and the third one needs a huge overhaul. i swear to god ill do proper work on anybody that isn't the main trio (sol/zyd/tank) and CY someday

#leo chirps #leos ocs #if you read all this: congrats! why????#this took me over an hour please clap #oc: sol mathonwy #oc: zyd #oc: monty #oc: CY #oc: griffin #oc: seb #oc: TK #running to your Rescue

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catgirl-catboy · 1 year

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@crowssoul2

Tumblr was bitching about the formatting of this, so new post!

Behold: the plot of the prologue and Ch1 of my fanganronpa.

Our protagonist is the SHSL Seer. Like Hiro, but legit. Nobody knows where her powers come from in-universe, and half of the cast actively suspects her of either being some kind of supergenius or causing the shit she foresees. She doesn't really see the point of coming to HPA, since there's no way to train her powers and someone else could use the spot more. But her mom wanted her to, so… Also, she's punk and has piercings and short hair.

The gimmick is that all of the SHSLs come from different parts of the world, and get flown in. The planes are sabotaged and explode as soon as everyone gets off.

She meets a boy that knows nothing about himself. When asked if she has any idea of who he is, the only thing that comes to her is that he's fatally allergic to peanuts. Helpful, but not exactly informative. (similar to Sora, but he isn't an AI I promise!) In case she sees more information, he decides to follow her around.

The other Ults they meet: Two SHSL figure skaters (they are pairs skaters!), a SHSL camp counselor, a SHSL conductor (the musical kind!), a SHSL Art Forger, a SHSL conspiracy theorist, a SHSL competitive eater, a SHSL wedding planner, and more!

Our support and antagonist kind of switch places, its complicated. But in the prologue, as follows are the SHSL Valedictorian and the SHSL Stalker. The two of them are childhood friends and shared a plane. Everyone has heard of Val, and gets compared to her. Meanwhile, Stalker's alias is kind of infamous for exposing corruption and working for the highest bidder. However, it wasn't known that Stalker comes from two generations of Ults before her. (Stalker also uses he/she pronouns. One of them had to have my gender.)

Nothing happens, so counselor decides to have a campfire while waiting for help. There's a nice moment of everyone getting along. Then, Monokuma appears! Monokuma says that help won't be coming unless you kill each other, and that suitcases are delivered to their rooms. He also says that if nobody kills to escape, everyone will starve. Did I steal this motive from another, maybe! :) But its fun, so!

Val says they should spend the day searching. Its clear that she and Counselor have good leadership potential, while Stalker shows he doesn't take orders from the group, but is also very proficient with technology. (Its how he gets most of his information!)

Counselor decides to take a risk and climb over the electric fence that surrounds the airport. He doesn't make it, and gets bad burns on his hands in the process. (Counselor got his position because he managed to save a bunch of lives in a bear attack, and has a hero complex as a result.) He's injured throughout the rest of the game.

The group plans to keep all of the food in one place, but Stalker will not have it and demands her share upfront. She points out that if someone steals the food, or destroys it, she'd have nothing. Emboldened by her choice, several others including Val and Theorist follow her.

Others are annoyed that he prevented the group from working together, and didn't take a room to search while people divided them up. (instead, he gave information that Monokuma was likely controlled from a nearby location and about small blind spots the cameras have.)

In addition to what the group finds in the wing of the airport (there's a security with a statistically improbable amount of confiscated weapons), the class has whatever they brought in their suitcases, so long as it isn't a computer or other banned item. Amnesiac has nothing. (bitchy Stalker noises.)

Val wants to bury all of the weapons the group was given, but Stalker points out that would be pointless since almost everyone has something that could be used as a weapon anyways. He also admits to carrying a knife, which stresses the group out.

After a couple of days of nothing, the group food stash goes missing!

People blame Stalker, since she called it might happen while demanding food. She points out that if she planned on stealing food, she wouldn't have pointed out the possibility. Nobody believes her, since she's fatally blunt and does shit like that. (one of the major things that everyone hates her for is that she is actively trying to get along with Monokuma, and asking if this killing game was inspired by [X horror movie]?) So everyone (including Stalker) look for the food, but with no luck.

The group then demands those who hid their food to share it, with Val giving some, Theorist giving half, and Stalker flat out refusing.

A few more days pass, and the situation is getting dire.

People are complaining, while Stalker rolls his eyes and tells them they aren't starving yet. Wedding planner has had enough, and is chewing Stalker out about this. Valedictorian stays silent throughout this whole thing, but clearly feels conflicted. (Stalker is the people pleaser of the century, and is channeling Togami hard early game.)

Eventually, the body of the SHSL competitive eater is found slumped over airport security. He has bruises, but the fatal blow was a head injury. Stalker is,,, creepily calm about this, and immediately starts examining the body.

Everyone comes when the BDA rings except one of the NPCs. Eventually, they find them dead in their room of strangulation.

When the Monokuma files are given out, it is revealed that Competitive Eater died during the big argument everyone had, so everyone in it has an alibi. NPC died ~an hour earlier.

Then there's all of the intricate shit a murder case requires, but the important character driven details are: - Theorist actively hinders the group by coming up with off the wall theories like the victims not actually being dead, or the murder weapon being the missing food. - Missing food never turns up, despite them suspecting the food thief for most of the trial. - Val goes batshit insane when delivered a challenge, and single handedly wants to carry the trial. She's also incredibly smart. - Conductor (who is mute, and communicates via the monopad) is spoken over during trials due to tts being slow, which is a shame because he has good points. - Stalker is the other MVP of the trial, but has a tendency to overthink things. (At one point, he suspects the body was moved solely due to a lack of blood, instead of the killer attempting to clean up.) - The Male Pairs Skater is talked over by the Female one, and the two of them tend to disagree. (Not exactly like the twins, when its more introvert and extrovert dynamic rather than abuser and victim. He's just not as confident.) - Everyone listens to Seer due to her talent. Seer lowkey hates this, since she feels like she doesn't have as good of an idea of the case. - It is revealed that Stalker, who seemed like a very "only in it for himself" kind of person, gave half of her food to Val without Val knowing. When asked, says its because she doesn't like people owing her shit, and that it'd take a lot longer than this to die of starvation. - Eventually, it is revealed that the Competitive Eater killed the NPC, and then attacked someone who stumbled in on the cleanup. I imagine this'd be easy for players to metagame from Sayaka and Leon, but it stumps the players.

Due to the method of cleanup on Eater's body, the Art Forger comes under suspicion. This is a surprise, since everyone thought she was a bit of an airhead up to this point. (its revealed in her FTEs that the reason she knows nothing about real life is that she had a shitty father that never let her out of the house. Also, she doesn't know thats not normal.)

It was revealed to be an accident, she just meant to throw him away from her, but his head hit the security bench and he died.

She didn't even know about the other murder, she thought it was a random attack.

(another tangent, in my version Monokuma says its possible to survive every execution, and that blackeneds should try. It never happens.)

The whole group is giving her advice on how she could survive, and hoping for the best.

Then Stalker opens his fucking mouth, and gives a

"I don't blame for for the murder. That was a complete accident. But, the moment you tried to clean up that body, you put your life before the rest of ours. As a result, I hate you. Live or die on your own terms, it has nothing to do with me"

to EVERYONES DISBELIEF.

The execution is Monokuma tying the Art Forger down and slowly forcing paint down her throat until she throws up her stomach explodes. She's crying, its gruesome.

You might think this doesn't have a lot to do with her talent, and that'll actually become relevant to the plot later!

#my fanganronpa

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