#and I didn’t know how the translation notes worked at first so there’s a bunch of shit I missed

[leclerc-hs]

tachycardia! pt. 1 - cl16

pairing: doctor!charles leclerc x nurse!reader (alpha/omega au) summary: in which you don't always get along with the arrogant alpha doctor warnings: LIGHT a/b/o dynamics, angst??, none really (yet!), badly translated french, NOT PROOFREAD word count: 1.7k author's note: hi so this is the first part!! I'm thinking about turning this into like a "blurb" series, like i'll do a bunch of parts with them but they won't be toooooo long. emphasis on the LIGHT a/b/o dynamics because i am STILL leaning all about it but I'm sure the more I write the better with it I will get. I def will discuss more about it during smut scenes. let me know what you guys think and what else you would like to see happen between them!! don't be shy!!! xoxo

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IT WASN’T HATRED, per se, but more so the fact that you both knew how to get under each other’s skin so easily. 

The amount of time it took for Doctor Leclerc to make some sort of asshole comment as you entered the doors of the hospital was little to none. It was almost a predetermined ritual at this point. So common that you should’ve been more concerned with the premise that he might’ve memorized your schedule just so it’s his face you see first thing every time you arrive to work. 

You had made a solemn vow to yourself long ago never to become romantically involved with a doctor. Any doctor for that matter. The allure of dating a doctor might have seemed appealing in theory, but they tended to exude an air of pretentiousness, rudeness, and arrogance that left a bitter taste in your mouth. 

Doctor Leclerc was what you would consider the living embodiment of this, a constant reminder of the vows you made in the first place. Yet, the fact that he was probably the hottest fucking man you have ever seen, made it hard to not want to blur the lines sometimes. His chiseled features and commanding presence were sometimes a magnetic force, no matter how much he annoyed you.

So, you wonder why, even as you’re leaned against the nurse’s station with an elbow propped on it, you can’t help but stare at the muscles of his back poking through his scrubs and white coat, as he pours a cup of coffee into his mug. His massive shoulders rising and falling as he picks the coffee pot up and places it back down.

-

“Did he say something to you?” You ask as you press a tissue into the hands of one of your co-workers, April. You didn’t know that well, but nurses stuck together regardless.

“I’m fine,” she says, but the tears welling up in her eyes, made you know better. “I just need to stop being so sensitive.” The words hang in the air, a fragile façade masking the turmoil within, and you recognize the weight of her emotions despite her attempt to downplay them.

“He must have been a proper douche,” you remark, the water from the bathroom sink running over your hands as you meet April’s gaze through the mirror. “What did he do?” Your tone carries a mix of concern and frustration.

Her hesitance to disclose wasn’t rooted in desire to withhold information, but rather in a reluctance to escalate the situation unnecessarily. Aware of your tendency to stand up to Doctor Leclerc, she treaded cautiously. You turned back around to face her, an eyebrow raised as if you’re saying spill the beans already.

“Well,” she begins, her grip tightening on the crumpled tissue in her fist, “all I did was ask if the symptom the patient was experiencing was a common side effect of the medication we prescribed her, just to be sure.” You cross your arms over your chest, you can feel the agitation growing in your chest. “He wasn’t mean in front of the patient, but he pulled me aside after and told me how unprofessional it is to be questioning in front of a patient.” Her voice wavers with a mix of frustration and hurt.

Your lips press into a thin line as she recounts the encounter. “He then told me that I should’ve paid better attention in school and then maybe I would know the answer,” she emphasizes, tinged with a hint of bitterness. The word “maybe” lingers in the air, weighted with insinuation, as if Doctor Leclerc’s implication stung deeper than mere criticism.

“What an alpha asshole!” you exclaim, your frustration evident in the forceful wave of your hands. “Don’t listen to him.” You offer her comfort, a smile of reassurance accompanying your words, a silent vow to stand by her side.

April’s lips curl upward into a small, grateful smile, her eyes softening as she murmurs a heartfelt “thanks”. In that moment, her expression speaks volumes, conveying both appreciation for your support and glimmer of relief.

-

You saw him before he saw you. 

As you step through the doorway into one of your patient’s rooms, a pang of exasperation washes over you, accompanied by the silent question of what you did to deserve this particular form of punishment. It feels like a cruel twist of fate to find Doctor Leclerc attending to one of your patients, whom had just recently had a coronary angioplasty and a stent placement. Despite the urge to roll your eyes, you summon all your professionalism and force one of the biggest smiles onto your face. It’s a façade of warmth and cooperation, masking the internal tension brewing beneath the surface.

There he stood, a figure of authority on the opposite end of the bed, his arms folded across his chest as he chuckled at whatever anecdote your patient shared with him. His laughter, though genuine, seemed to echo with a hint of superiority. You can’t help but notice the subtle flex of his jaw muscles as his head tilts back briefly. The sight of his scruff and the contours of his muscular neck send a tingling sensation coursing through you.

You need to snap out of it! You repeat to yourself, a silent mantra echoing in your mind. You were so preoccupied with convincing yourself that Doctor Leclerc wasn’t unbelievably attractive that you failed to notice the scrutiny of two pairs of eyes now fixed upon you. The sudden realization jolts you back to the present, and you redirect your focus to the patient.

You didn’t need to glance at Doctor Leclerc to sense the presence of a smirk tugging at his lips; it was almost palpable, a silent acknowledgement that he had caught you staring at him. Distracted by him. 

“Glad you can join us, mon lapin.” My bunny.

You narrowed your eyes at him, a flicker of irritation igniting within you. That forsaken nickname—he just couldn’t resist. Ever since your first day, when you innocently showed up with a tote bag adorned with colorful bunnies, he had taken great delight in teasing you with it.

“Ne m’appele pas comme ça.”  Don’t call me that.

The patient looked up at both of you, eyes full of delight in entertainment.

His verdant eyes look at you for a few seconds, contemplating something, before looking back at the patient. “I’ll make sure you’re out of here in no time,” he assures the patient, his voice full of warmth. “I just need to check your vitals, and hopefully we can have you out here in a few days.” His words are reassuring, delivered with a blend of confidence and empathy that contrasts with the earlier tension in the room. Despite your reservations, you can’t deny that he provides great care for his patients.

“How has your medication been? Still uncomfortable?” You inquire, while Doctor Leclerc listens intently to your patient’s chest with his stethoscope.

“A little bit,” your patient murmurs in response, pausing between deep breaths as instructed by Doctor Leclerc.

“I’ll make sure you get another dose of aspirin to help ease the pain.” You promise with a tight-lipped smile as Doctor Leclerc removes the stethoscope from his ears.

“I think we need to reconsider the dosage,” you assert, meeting Doctor Leclerc’s gaze.

“We don’t want to risk any adverse effects.” His eyes, a much darker hue of green now, narrow at you, like he can’t believe you’re telling him what to do. “I’ve already adjusted his medication. It’s within the recommended for his condition.” 

He shifts his focus back to the patient, the darkness and annoyance that once clouded his eyes now dissipating. “Everything is looking great! I’ll check on you tomorrow morning,” he reassures the patient with a warm smile before bidding his farewells. As he turns to you, nodding toward the doorway, his demeanor shifts, and a lethal glare meets your gaze. Without a word, you follow him out the room, bracing yourself. You refuse to cower, meeting his glare with a steely resolve of your own. Each step you take alongside him is a silent assertion.

His touch on your elbow sends a jolt of tingles to your stomach as he swiftly turns you around, your back now pressed firmly against the wall. His gaze pierces through you with a lethal intensity. 

“Que pensez-vous faire?” What do you think you’re doing? He pinched the bridge of his nose in between his pointer finger and thumb, with his eyes scrunched as if he got a splitting headache in the span of one second. Like he was in pain. Did you know how strong you scent was? He wondered mindlessly, almost forgetting why he was so mad at you in the first place.

You thought nothing of his actions, too busy feeling the anger swell in the pit of your stomach.

Your eyes roll in exasperation, and your eyebrows knit together in annoyance at the audacity of this man. 

His eyes meet your again and can’t help but think how beautiful you look, even when angry. How he would just love to bend you over his knee and remind you who is in charge.

“Je veille sur mon patient.” I’m looking out for my patient.

He rests his hands on his hips, stealing a glance at his beeping pager before fixing his gaze back on you. His eyes, nearly black, pierce through you. “Non, tu essaies juste de provoquer une dispute comme d’habitude,” You’re just trying to start an argument as usual. He grits through clenched teeth. “His medication is completely fine, et tu le sais!” And you know it!

So, maybe you were trying to start an argument with him. Especially after April’s crying face came to your mind.

He’s so close that you can hardly think around his scent. It’s almost intoxicating.

“Don’t ever make April cry again.” You jab your finger into his shoulder, reminding yourself why you’re here in the first place.

He blinks, and you catch the glimmer of recognition spreading across his features. “Elle n’a aucun courage” She has no spine. He remarks before continuing, “She should learn from you. You probably have spare spines.” He steps back from you before striding down the hallway in opposite direction of the nurse’s station.

No matter how annoyed you were, you couldn't peel your eyes off his muscular back until he was completely out of sight. You scoffed at yourself. How pathetic am I? You questioned yourself repeatedly until you take in his last words to you.

Did he just make a joke?

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Classified Information #2: The Sound

From the Carpenter Foghorn Vol. 21, Issue 3

Uploaded by Christopher C. Buchanan 08/25/2018

Life Beyond the Stars? Carpenter State Researchers Capture Mysterious Sound from Space

By Troy M. Bauserman

Since Galileo first charted the moon’s phases, scientists have obsessed over a haunting question: are we truly alone in the universe? For many, all it takes is a glance through a telescope to answer that question. How could we possibly be alone in all that real estate? But the student researchers at CSU’s Department of Astrophysics and Astronomy may be closing in on a definitive answer. It comes in the form of a mysterious sound recorded from the very depths of space.

“There are all kinds of radio signals in space,” explains Sharon Ackworth, a PhD student working out of Carpenter State’s esteemed Weir Laboratory. “Anything that produces a magnetic field will also cast radio waves which we can pick up. And yes, you can translate those radio waves into sounds. But [our sound] is unique from say, a radio wave generated by an atmosphere, because it is a sound.”

“The Sound” as it’s come to be known in the department, is not wholly unique. NASA first captured sound from space in 2003, but sadly these noises remain inaudible to the human ear. “We know we have a sound,” Ackworth says, the frustration heavy in her voice. “We’re just not there yet—technologically—to hear it. Suddenly we’re in an arms race to be the first laboratory to amplify a cosmic sound into an audible range.” A feat that Ackworth notes sounds much simpler than it is, requiring state of the art audio technology to “turn it up” by millions of decibels.

As for what the sound may be, Ackworth hypothesizes that they’ve captured the sound of gas expelled from a black hole. Until we hear it with our own ears, however, I’m happy to believe that our little gray friends are finally reaching out to us from beyond the stars.

“I don’t get it,” Kayla cocked her head to the side as she watched Iris work at her laptop. “You can’t even hear it?”

“That’s the whole point,” Iris said, her eyes glued to the computer screen. “It was recorded before this software existed. Fuck, I can’t believe it’s even real.”

“I still don’t get it,” Kayla repeated. “So, we recorded a sound that isn’t a sound…sure. But if the technology exists now, why hasn’t anyone done this before?”

“Because,” Iris said, glancing conspiratorially through the glass walls of their private study room in the Carpenter State University Library. “The Department of Astrophysics and Astronomy shut down years ago. There was like a whole scandal. A bunch of fellows transferred out and their work was abandoned. After that, The Sound just kind of became an urban legend.”

Kayla leaned in behind Iris’ shoulder. Iris had pulled the audio file from the school’s archives and was now playing around with the sound wave in some fancy audio program that Kayla didn’t recognize (Her question, “What is that, Audacity?” had elicited a sharp snort from Iris). At its native frequency, the sound wave charted a straight line. But slowly, as Iris played with the program, small, periodic ridges interrupted the line’s straight path. It was satisfying to watch the sound take shape, even if Kayla didn’t totally understand the process.

“How did you even find it?” Kayla asked.

“It was buried in CSU’s private server. Bailey hooked me up with access.”

A knock at the glass cut into their conversation.

“Speak of the devil.”

Bailey DuBois entered the study room with her backpack slung casually over her shoulder. The small blonde adjusted her glasses on her nose as she said quietly, “Library’s closing in fifteen.”

“Cool,” Iris nodded.

“No, Iris,” She said. “Like, you need to leave.” Bailey did her best to look stern in the face of old friends, but she’d always been more comfortable with books than people. She glanced around to see if anyone was passing by, then said more quietly, “The confidential server is no joke, Iris. If someone finds out that I let you use my access…”

“Confidential?” Kayla squeaked.

“Relax,” Iris said. “We’re wrapping up now anyway. I copied the file to my computer so I can do the rest from the apartment.”

The tension released from Bailey’s shoulders. “So you found the file?”

“Sure did.”

Bailey stepped further into the room to join Kayla behind Iris. “That’s it?” She asked.

“It’s taking shape right now,” Iris said. “We’re going to leave, I just…I need to hear it first.”

“What are you even going to do with it?” Kayla asked.

Iris smiled then said, “I’m gonna put it in a song.”

Bailey’s laugh pulled Iris momentarily from the screen. “Why not?”

“I thought there wasn’t any sound in space,” Kayla said.

“Technically that’s not true,” Iris replied, turning back to her work on the laptop. “In a vacuum, sound waves can’t go anywhere. But the student who discovered The Sound hypothesized that it was sound moving through space gas or something.”

“Or,” Bailey said. “It could be aliens.”

Kayla backed away toward the glass wall, her arms crossed over her chest. “Is there any chance this thing is dangerous?” she asked. “I mean someone took the time to bury it on the very fucking private and spooky secret server, yeah? You remember what happened to those people in Cuba?”

“I’m pretty sure the government made that up,” Iris laughed, digging into her backpack to pull out a pair of wired headphones. “You can spot for me if you’re so worried. Take these off if I start bleeding from the eyes.”

“Honestly, it’s a moral imperative that we listen to it,” Bailey said. “For science.”

“And rock and roll,” Iris nodded.

Unspooling the cord, she slipped the headphones over her ears and plugged the audio jack into her laptop. She took a deep breath, said something campy like, “To infinity and beyond,” then hit play on the program.

From the Carpenter Foghorn Vol. 22, Issue 5

Uploaded by Christopher C. Buchanan 09/01/2018

“Weird” Weir Laboratory to Close Down: Dean Pulls Funding on Controversial Program Amid Rumors

By Teri Daniels

The Department of Astrophysics and Astronomy is closing down after nearly forty years in operation. The decision was announced in a press statement by Dean of Arts and Sciences Strickland Pierce. Though many departments have been forced to tighten their budgets in the wake of the economic downturn, the Department of Astrophysics and Astronomy is an outlier in Dean Pierce’s plan to maintain funding in STEM.

“It’s purely an economic decision,” Office Liaison Amanda Cline said on behalf of Dean Pierce. “A time of austerity forces us to make tough decisions. We’ve seen that in the elimination of other programs such as the Screenwriting major last year.”

But the decision comes in the aftermath of Dean Pierce’s souring relationship with program director Dr. Philip Weir, Jr. Dr. Weir, whose father bears the namesake for the Weir Laboratory, had endeared his students to his eccentric personality throughout the years, though his behavior had reportedly grown erratic in the weeks leading up to the department’s closure. Dr. Weir had attempted to publish an article in the Carpenter State University Scientific Journal purporting definitive proof of extraterrestrial life. He later barricaded himself inside of the Weir Laboratory with a dozen PhD students, insisting that he wouldn’t leave until he had proven the unpublished paper to be true. An anonymous source claims that the culture inside the Weir Laboratory was in recent years less of an academic community than it was a cult. Following the incident, Carpenter State University declined to press charges against Dr. Weir but dismissed him from his position.

Dr. Sharon Ackworth, head researcher at the Weir Laboratory, has vowed to continue Dr. Weir’s work. “It’s like losing your home in a storm,” she stated. “What can you do but pick up the pieces and move on?”

Kayla backed into the corner of the study room as she watched her friends take turns on the headphones. First Iris, trancing out, head bobbing to the cosmic tones, slowly back and forth on a swivel.

“Take them off!” Kayla cried after a few minutes.

A weak moan trembled from Iris’ lips as Bailey pulled the headphones from her ears. She’d never felt anything like that before. Though she turned to look at her friends, she only saw the outlines of their bodies. Her mind was somewhere else in the universe.

“You’ve got to hear to this,” she managed.

Bailey closed her eyes as The Sound washed over her. It was faint, an echo of something deeper that she knew was there but couldn’t quite hear yet. It was taking shape, just as Iris had described. Something was reaching out, something wanted to be heard. A message filled with pure, uncorrupted power.

“Music,” Iris said when she removed the headphones from Bailey’s ears.

“Music,” Bailey repeated. Her thoughts floated beneath a cosmic mist. Everything felt so still in that moment, as if the entire world had come to a stop. Everything except for Bailey’s heart, which was racing.

It wasn’t fear. It was arousal.

Iris must have felt the same way, because she leaned in close to Bailey, her hands pressing down into the arms of the chair as if it was the only thing keeping her upright. Her heavy breaths still moved to the tempo of The Sound. Bailey licked her lips unconsciously, fighting a sudden urge to make the space between them as small as possible.

And she would have if Kayla hadn’t interrupted her.

“Are…are y’all okay?” she squeaked from her corner.

“It’s like…we’re so insignificant,” Iris spoke through glassy eyes.

“So small,” Bailey echoed.

Kayla managed to get Iris to pack up her stuff and by the time they were outside of the library her friend had mostly come to her senses. Iris’ initial reaction had shifted to the practical applications of The Sound. “I mean, I’ll still have to play with the decibels but even at this level…wow. It’s not rock and roll, it’s like trance music. Imagine what it’ll do for the club scene…”

That night Kayla turned in her bed, images of her friends under the influence of The Sound ensuring a restless sleep. In the next room, Iris was wide awake as well, slaving away at her computer. She’d tried to sleep, but couldn’t tear herself away from her work. She continued amplifying The Sound until she found sound beneath the sound.

She was certain now that it was a voice. Distant and inaudible, like a conversation heard from the bottom of the ocean. But it was unmistakably something alive and something intelligent.

Iris’ desire to piece together the full range of sounds buried in this single audio file had driven her forward, but when she heard The Voice she was once again sucked into the black hole that was its Power.

Its? Who was it? A being that existed long before the earth and would continue to exist long after.

Fuck, why was that so hot? Why was she suddenly burning up? Why was she soaking through her panties? Iris thought of the look in Bailey’s eyes after she’d listened to The Sound and found herself growing hungry, not just for her friend but for everything. She wasn’t working anymore, abandoning the program to lean back into her chair and explore her wet pussy. But as her fingers rolled over her swollen clit, The Sound pushed through on its own, growing clearer in Iris’ ears as she neared orgasm.

It was unmistakable. An intelligent voice speaking in an unknown language. A message that was meant to be heard, its strange words mixing into Iris’ moans until she was repeating them herself. As she came to The Voice’s Message, Iris felt that some fundamental part of her existence was melting away, lost down some deep, cosmic rabbit hole.

What was left over would be remade by The Voice.

From the Carpenter Watchblog

Uploaded by Jamie Watt 05/22/2018

In Search of a Reclusive Scientist

By Corbin Arroyo

In the short, often strange history of Carpenter State University, few stories are stranger than the sudden meltdown of The Department of Astrophysics and Astronomy. Yet it’s an event that few talk about, buried in the shallow pages of a student newspaper and left there with no critical consideration. At its peak, The Weir Laboratory was an acclaimed research facility that made massive contributions to our modern understanding of space. Many of its student researchers transferred to more notable schools, but in my attempts to reach these former students, none were interested in discussing their history. None, save one, who remained in the area after the department’s closure.

Despite her proximity to Romero, Dr. Sharon Ackworth was not easy to track down. After a brief attempt to salvage the Astrophysics and Astronomy program, she left academia entirely. She now lives a few miles outside of town. Shrouded in a dense overgrowth of trees, you can only spot her trailer from the road if you’re looking for it. That’s how Dr. Ackworth likes it. Her small abode is a shocking contrast to the sanitary, fluorescent glow you may imagine in a science lab. Color has faded in every corner of this place, the wallpaper an off-white trending toward yellow. That’s what I can see of the walls, anyway. Most of it is papered with pages from spiral notebooks, margins filled with obscure and complex equations far above my English major.

Dr. Ackworth clears some space from a small table just off of the kitchenette. It’s cluttered with old cardboard boxes stuffed with files that I assume are everything she salvaged from her department. She later confirms that she took everything from Dr. Weir’s office. An entire history of a college department stuffed into a leaky, old trailer just off a dirty county road. Dr. Ackworth sips from a coffee mug that says “C8H10N4O2” on its face. My mug has Garfield on it. It sits untouched in front of me.

Dr. Ackworth is barely forty, but a long, thick tangle of rusty-gray hair makes her age difficult to track. Her face looks young. Despite her surroundings, her appearance, I’m certain she could pass for thirty. She doesn’t care about any of that. She hasn’t for a long time.

Her forthcoming account to me of the last days of the Weir Laboratory makes me question why she chooses to live in seclusion. She tells me that it isn’t necessarily fear that’s driven her away from Romero. After all, if she were running from something she’d at least leave the state. No, instead she’s just given up on being heard. In all the years that she’s lived out here, no one has cared enough to ask why.

“Everyone thought that [Dr. Weir] was obsessed with extra-terrestrials,” she remembers. “But that wasn’t the point of his paper. He wasn’t looking for fame or glory, he didn’t want to be the person to prove that aliens exist. It was a warning. At first, we thought The Sound was some sort of natural phenomenon, but we were wrong.”

The Sound that Dr. Ackworth refers to here was recorded by her laboratory in 2005 and became the major point of research in the last years of the Weir Laboratory. An actual sound recorded from the depths of space, one which Dr. Weir and Dr. Ackworth became obsessed with. Inaudible with regular audio technology, but not impossible to hear.

“It wasn’t just one sound though,” she continues. “As we worked with it, we found that it was cascading. Sounds upon a sounds, a voice buried beneath a deep, deep echo. And the more we listened to The Sound, the more it changed us. It burrows into your mind until it’s the only thing that you hear. It’s the only thing that you care about. And you find that it’s not just words, but commands. And you’re powerless to disobey them.

“It moved through the laboratory like a virus, infecting anyone who listened to it. The message was sent to prepare us. An arrival, in which its speaker would inherit the earth and all life that existed within.”

She takes a breath, grips her cup a bit tighter.

“[Dr. Weir] was the first to see what we were becoming. Our obsessive dedication to unlocking every detail of its hidden message terrified him. When he locked the laboratory down, it wasn’t to prove his theory or anything. It was containment. Until the The Sound could be properly destroyed, nobody could leave. He knew that such drastic measures would surely mean the end of his career, and he was right. Everything that you’ve read, the story about program cuts—that was all Dean Pierce’s spin.”

Watching Dr. Ackworth share her story, it’s clear to me that something really happened in that department, something that necessitated a cover up from the highest levels of Carpenter State authority. It drove Dr. Weir to destroy his own reputation, forced Dr. Ackworth to the edge of society. Things like this don’t happen without reason. Was it an evil message meant to prime us for extra-terrestrial conquerors? It’s hard to believe. But reality won’t diminish Dr. Ackworth’s feelings, the years she’s struggled to find anyone to listen to her.

I’m listening, Sharon. And I won’t stop until I find the truth of it all.

The preceding article was retrieved from online archives. It was initially removed from the Carpenter Watchblog by writer Corbin Arroyo at the request of the College of Arts and Sciences. It has been retained on the private server for documentation purposes.

Bailey hadn’t been herself since she’d listened to The Sound.

Even days after, she couldn’t shake it from her head. It echoed in her mind like a bad song.

At night she would drift off into a sleep weighted down by the same vivid dream. There was a figure deep in space. Deep, but not unreachable. It spoke to her, its words locked behind an unknowable language, muffled further by the millions upon millions of light years that separated her from it.

And yet she understood the meaning of its message.

Bailey would awaken, heart pounding, drenched in sweat. The first thing she saw was Iris. The image of her friend in the study room was burned into her memory. Those distant eyes focused on a power so far away, but still stronger than any human on earth. It was the hottest thing Bailey had ever seen.

Iris swung both ways, but as far as sexual orientation was concerned Bailey had never deviated from men. Iris would joke about hooking up, a kind of punk rock desire to make everybody in the room uncomfortable, and Bailey would always laugh it off. But now she drifted off into rough fantasies of Iris holding her down, dominating her.

She could teach me, Bailey thought. She could teach me to be a good flesh puppet.

What was that? Where had that come from?

Bailey tried to resist the urges that her late night fantasies conjured. She avoided contact with Iris, even went so far as to delete her from her contacts. Yet when Bailey wandered the library she caught herself peering through the glass walls of its study rooms. What did Bailey even plan to do when she saw Iris again? She feared to speak the answer into existence.

Work normally kept Bailey grounded, but now she found the library to be the hardest place to think. For her, it was ground zero. She was becoming something now and it couldn’t be stopped.

She was becoming a flesh puppet.

The thought made her drop in a quiet corner among the stacks, aching for release. The top floor of the library had a private bathroom where she would go on breaks to scroll Instagram. Locking herself in, Bailey was barely sitting down before she had her fingers buried in her pussy. Even awake she could hear The Voice, encouraging her.

“Fuck!”

Her cries were pure, unrestrained obedience.

The orgasm broke her. She remained seated, arms hanging limp like a doll’s, as The Voice’s Message filled the space where she had once had thoughts.

She came back slowly. A finger twitch, a jaw click, an eye roll. It was like something had crawled inside of her and was adjusting to its new home.

She took a deep breath.

It was time to see her friends.

The apartment door vibrated with the thumping sound on the other side. Bailey tried the knob and it creaked open. She was met with a mix of voices that she immediately recognized.

The first was Iris, confident and domineering, issuing commands between shallow breaths. The second, distant and hungry, was Kayla submitting to those commands, begging Iris to go deeper. The third voice—Bailey knew it but had never heard it. Not like this. It was The Voice, its alien words pumping through Iris’ sound system as clearly as Iris and Kayla’s cries.

Bailey found her friends in the living room. Iris had Kayla bent over the couch, taking her from behind with a large, black strap on. Beads of sweat trickled down their naked bodies. Kayla’s mouth was wide open, tongue dripping, glassy eyes rolled back into her head as she took the full force of her best friend’s silicone cock.

Bailey was driven to the floor by the massive weight of The Voice’s Message. She tore at her shirt, pulling her bra down to expose her breasts. With one hand she groped; pinching, twisting, rolling her fingers over her nipple. The other hand found its way down into her wet shorts.

Bailey’s moans mixed among her friends as she cried out the words that burned their way into her mind. They weren’t alien when they left her lips. A translated Message for the world to hear: “I am…the Birth of a new species! I will Prepare…my body and my mind for the…Great Arrival! I will Fill whatever need is…expected! I will Preach, I will Build, I will Breed! I will Shape the…soil to The Messenger’s Desires! I am a flesh puppet! My Submission is eternal.”

When Bailey looked up, she saw that Iris was speaking the same words, her eyes looking through her. Kayla too was trying her best to repeat the loop, but she struggled through the pounding. After the two finished, Iris stepped toward Bailey, leaving Kayla motionless on the couch, simply absorbing The Message that repeated over the speakers.

Though Iris spoke freely, her lips continued to move silently to The Message’s words in small breaks between her own. The effect was something uncanny, like a robot imitating a human’s speech patterns but struggling not to process all of the other data around it.

“I was wondering when you’d return,” Iris said coldly, approaching Bailey. “I couldn’t fight it for that long. I let it take me the night we found it. Kayla too. She was so scared at first, but she saw the way. How long did it bounce around your head?”

“So long…” Bailey moaned.

“And now that you’ve heard the complete Message, you know how much work we have to do.”

“So much…”

Iris slipped her finger beneath Bailey’s chin and lifted her head so that she could look down into those empty eyes. Empty, but so full of desire.

Bailey, staring down the face of Iris’ cock still dripping in Kayla’s sex, licked her lips.

“I am ready,” she said, her lips too beginning to move to The Message. “We must prepare my body for The Great Arrival.”

#hypnokink #mind control #brainwashed #hypno story #alien mind control #as promised about two months ago

[k2ntwo]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

A bunch of writers that I follow have already been tagged and responded @helloliriels @khorazir @7-percent @discordantwords @totallysilvergirl to name just a few. Now I have a few new things to read that I somehow missed the first time around as well as a bunch of old favorites to go and re-read. So much good fic is out there by so many talented writers!

In the spirit of adding to folk’s ever growing MFL list I’ll just pile onto the bandwagon with my answers as well.

 1.  How many works to you have on AO3?

56 although there are several collections of snippets that technically could be counted separately. On AO3 I'm KtwoNtwo.

2.  What’s your total AO3 word count?

496,860

3.  What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily Sherlock Holmes (most all iterations from ACD to Sherlock) and James Bond.  However, I dabble in a good number of other fandoms upon occasion.

4.  What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Metamorphosis

Conversations from Q-Branch

50 Reasons (The Q-Branch Edition)

A Rare Breed

Brothers Three

5.  Do you respond to comments?

Yes, even if its just a “I’m glad you liked it.”  The only ones I don’t respond to are the generic solicitations to join some random contest or fic publishing website.  Those get blocked and reported.

6.  What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Well, I don’t really write major angst but The Four Riders has got a bit as does the poem Gun in the Drawer though they both end on a hopeful note.

7.  What’s the Fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics have happy endings but probably A Toast to the Science of Deduction resolves the happiest of the lot.

8.  Do you get hate on fics.

Nope.  Only got one anonymous troll alleging trademark infringement due to a title.  I fired back a factual rebuttal: basically "there is no book by that name by that author, there is no lawyer by that name, you didn’t provide contact information and btw trademark doesn’t work the way you allege" then added a set of quotation marks to the title.  Never heard anything more about it.

9.  Do you write smut?

I have but I’m not terribly good at it.  Most of the time the characters look at me then politely, or not so politely, shut the bedroom door in my face.

10.  Do you write crossovers?

Oh God Yes!  Technically I think I write fusions, where both fandoms end up in the same universe, as opposed to crossovers but I’m rather unclear on the difference between same so I tend to just call 'em crossovers and leave it at that. 

11.  Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I could find or prove.  I did have a couple of strange search results pop up with my use name and some fic titles attached but the websites all seem to be defunct now.

12.  Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge.

13.  Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No.

14.  What’s your favorite ship?

Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

15.  What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There’s a fic based on a song by Abney Park that I’ve got an outline for but it never seems to go anywhere.

16.  What are your writing strengths?

I can merge and/or crossover all sorts of different fandoms. 

17.  What are your writing weaknesses?

Typos and punctuation.  Being slightly dyslexic I can’t spot the former and I never know if I’m using commas correctly or not.

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

I actively avoid doing so because I’d butcher it badly.

19.  First fandom you wrote for?

Emperor’s Edge by Lindsay Buroker.  I will admit that I wrote in my head, but never got around to put on paper, a number of Star Trek stories when I was significantly younger.

20.  Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

I like all of them for different reasons.  The one I’m most proud of however is The Emerald Falls my Study in Emerald inspired ACD Fic.

I'd love to have some of the artists/podcasters respond to this with whatever modifications are necessary to fit the medium involved. Hours of podcast or number of artworks as opposed to number of words for example. @podfixx @bluebellofbakerstreet if you haven't responded to this thing already and I just missed it.

#20 questions for fic writers #my fanfiction

[haknom]

universe — kim sunoo

pairing: bestfriend!sunoo x gn!reader

note: saw these photos on my feed and thought of this idea while i was freezing my ass off // was listening to universe by thuy while writing sooooo

warnings: i don’t think i proofread but wtv! wordcount: 643 words

“Aw man! You could’ve made that,” Sunoo whisper-shouted, pulling your attention away from your notebooks. “See, that one was better.” He leaned back in his chair as a gush of relief rushed through his body.

You peeked at him while spinning your pencil between your fingers. “What?” You questioned with squinted eyes. “Oh, am I too loud? My bad, continue with your studying.” He flashed you an eye-closed smile, ushering you to continue.

The two of you went back to doing your own things; you were studying while he was watching his laptop screen closely. His fists were held against his chest with a focused expression plastered on his face. It was quite a sight to see.

“You know, I rarely ever see you this focus. What’s so entertaining?” You asked, placing your pencil down beside your notebook. “Oh, this?” He gestured towards his laptop screen while pressing the space bar as you nodded. “Ah, I’m watching a basketball game. It’s a new season and I didn’t get to watch the first match because of volleyball practice yesterday.” He said while turning his laptop screen towards you.

You examined the clip in front of you; two members fighting for a ball as the other team members scattered around the court. “You seem to really love basketball, hm?” You smiled at him while his eyes glistened. Sunoo nodded fervently with a tight-lipped smile.

“Mhm, I love basketball so much. The teams, the thrill, and the excitement when watching make me feel really good about myself. Oh, and when they make really cool shots! You know, the silent ones? Well, they’re not actually silent but there's a subtle swish sound. Man, I love those ones the most. If I were to say which one makes me the most anxious, it would most likely be the ones that bounce on each side, those ones are the worse.” He shook his head as you stifled a laugh.

“The rules are quite confusing at the start, but just try not to be fouled out, you know? It sucks.” He whispered as if it was a secret.

“You know a lot about basketball but why did you join the volleyball team instead?” It was a good question. He knew a lot about basketball and seemed to enjoy it a bunch but you were also confused as to why he was on the volleyball team instead.

“Well, yeah I’ve always loved basketball growing up. I used to play during middle school and elementary but in high school, it just seemed… more of a competition than a fun game to play. Not that it stopped my love for basketball, but I thought trying out a different sport would bring back that fun experience for me instead of being under pressure all the time. Let’s just say, it did.” He ranted as you listened.

You didn’t mind how much he spoke on the topic, it was fascinating to watch his exciting expressions and his nonstop hand movements to ‘emphasize’ what he was talking about.

“Did I say too much? Sorry if I’m boring you,” he awkwardly chuckled. “No! No. You’re not, don’t worry.” You said with a reassuring smile. “Oh, it just looked like it since you were quite literally staring at me with no emotion…” Sunoo rubbed his nape out of embarrassment. “Ah, was I? That was my fault, really, I was listening. Hearing you boast about something you love is really entertaining and also quite adorable.” You said with a smile, returning to your notes.

How could you say that so calmly and leave him in a flustered state as if it didn’t even happen? Slowly, he retracted his attention away from you, shook off the previous statement, and returned to the basketball match on his laptop.

Little did he know, your heart was thumping just as much as his.

© haknom 2023 - do not copy, translate, or plagiarize my work on other platforms!

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[gasolinerainbowpuddles]

𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 ║ Chapter 1 - If the Moon Smiled

| ENDLESS NIGHT | series masterlist | main masterlist | | PAIRING(s): Joel Miller x fem!OC/reader, Ellie Williams x platonic!fem!OC/reader | RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 3.7k | CHAPTER WARNINGS: none | CHAPTER SUMMARY: Your next project as Jackson’s Community Coordinator looms on the horizon as you look to start Phase 1. It is your passion project, and one of your two newest residents is the key to getting it off the ground. The only problem is you’ve been asked to hold off until they’re ready for your integration process. How will you fill your time as you wait out the holding period?

║ＰＲＥＶＩＯＵＳ ║⋄── •✧• ──⋄║ ＮＥＸＴ ║

✧⋄⋆•✧⋄⋄⋆⋅⋆✧•✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆•⋆⋄── •✧• ──⋄⋆•⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧•✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧•⋆⋄ ✧ "𝙸𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙾𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐."                             ─ Sʏʟᴠɪᴀ Pʟᴀᴛʜ ✧⋄⋆•✧⋄⋄⋆⋅⋆✧•✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆•⋆⋄── •✧• ──⋄⋆•⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧•✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧•⋆⋄ ✧

“So that’s, what? Seventy five people roughly? Maybe a hundred if we’re smart about how we use the space?” you estimate. You scan the open, empty building, unsure of its past use. It may have been a small warehouse once upon a time, but you didn’t have much to go on other than the run-down metal framing that felt more like a cage in the noticeably barren space. A few derelict shelves and dingy, rotting wood pallets were the only accents to the vacant building. You scribble a few notes onto your signature clipboard before turning your attention back to your collaborator. “Seventy five? Yeah, I’d wager that. Not sure about the hundred mark. ‘Course I wasn’t exactly a fire marshal in my day,” Tommy joked. His nose crinkled into one cheek as his lopsided smile gathered his features closer. You brighten in reply and survey the space closer.The long neglected  building  might not be the most glamorous thing you’ve ever seen, but the more projects you saw to completion in Jackson meant fewer top-notch locations and buildings to choose from. You considered it an accomplishment of sorts that you had overseen so many growth initiatives as Jackson’s community coordinator - or was it “resident liaison” that Maria had bestowed as your title? you couldn’t really remember - that the first pick of the bunch for your newest endeavor was this obsolete structure.

It wasn't all bad. The most prominent and inviting element of the space had to be the symmetrical row of towering windows that lined the main walls. Natural light was unparalleled in what it brought to a room, and with Jackson logging so many gray, wintry days, it would provide some much needed figurative and literal shine to the community.

Your mind began to work in the way all of Jackson had come to know and value. Seeing the little pieces scattered and plugging them together until they fit or could be neatly rearranged into something else. You were good with people, but you were even better at seeing the possibilities and potential in them. You wouldn’t call yourself a “fixer” by any means, but you were undeniably effective and influential. Your talents also translated well into projects that cropped up around town. “Don’t reckon I’d exactly wanna have 75 people in here, though,” Tommy remarked. His expression had waned from self-amused to skeptical as he joined you in gauging the condition of the building. It wasn’t abandoned, per se, but it certainly hadn’t received the sort of upkeep needed to make it a viable entertainment space for the community to enjoy. “I know it’s not much to look at now, but we really need to prioritize another space where people can socialize. It’s not a population boom or anything, but Jackson has been growing steadily,” you mention as a reminder of what brought you to this building in the first place. You pause and take a moment to jot down another memo to yourself for later review. “It’s inevitable that we’re gonna end up having to make use of what we can, even if it’s . . let’s just say ‘suboptimal.’” You can tell Tommy isn’t shoulder to shoulder with your idea but doesn’t want to shut you down outright. You decide to double down on your petitioning, knowing he will come around once you can make him see the promise of the space. You do, however, have to remain realistic. “So, 75 people capacity on the lower end of the estimate. That’s not really much more than the Tipsy Bison. Plus, this place needs a lot of work.” “Now that I can attest to,” Tommy agreed. “Definitely some structure work on top of all the obvious updatin’.” Between the two of you, Tommy was definitely the authority on construction limitations and stipulations. You respected Tommy’s merits, professional and personal alike. His past experience with his family contracting business as well as all the work he contributed to Jackson had earned him a well-deserved rapport with everyone. “Still doesn’t solve the space problem, though,” you surmise. You breathe a contemplative sigh, lost in the brainstorming of your latest project. You swept your eyes across the dilapidated bordering on unviable space, landing on the large roller shutter doors lining the back wall. “What does this open up to?” you wonder aloud, making your way towards the exits. It was unlike you to not already know what was beyond the wall, but the thrill of intrigue at all the possibilities that lie in wait placated any qualms you had with yourself for not having explored it already. “Hm, not sure what’s out back. Not a whole lot goin’ on down at this end of town,” Tommy pointed out. “One of the things that makes it such a good spot. Nothing in the way,” you counter as you turned the knob of the rickety door in the far corner of the rear wall. The hinges made a shrill creaking sound as you pulled the door open. It served as an auditory reminder of how much attention and diligence this project would require.

Your eyes adjusted quickly to the sunlight thanks to the copious natural light the windows inside provided. What had once been a smooth, paved terrace was now a splintered mess of concrete spanning about 50 feet from the exit. Clusters of grass shot up between any fissure and littered the entirety of the strip until it converged with an overgrown stretch of brush, weeds, and greenery. A large tree loomed off to the right, the outskirts of the settlement in the distance behind it.

“Yeah, not much goin’ on,” Tommy repeated as he followed behind you. 

“It’s perfect,” you breathe. “You’re not bein’ serious.” Tommy’s brows scrunched together so tight they almost joined. He propped his hands on his hips, scrutinizing the unruly field sprawling in front of you both. “Dead serious,” you chirp. “How in the hell-,” Tommy starts to squabble. 

“So, the Tipsy Bison has about the same capacity as this building, which doesn’t work because too many people and not enough room is already the problem,” you rattle off without hesitation. You hop along the remaining solid fragments of concrete further onto the lot as you unveil your masterful resolution. “Yeahhhh?” Tommy drawls, still waiting for your proposal to make sense. You held back a grin. Being right is always more fun in the end when you have to work for it.

“So, we have what the Tipsy Bison has - a similar building capacity, but–” you pause for impact –“the Tipsy Bison doesn’t have THIS.” You gesture widely to the surrounding area. Tommy looked back and forth between the overrun spectacle you were proposing to him and to you a few times, searching for something to pin his faith on. His eyes squinted for a moment, looking as though he wanted to say something but thought better of it. Your emphatic smile finally evoked a response.“I’d say it’s a good thing the Tipsy Bison doesn’t have . . this,” he finished, a wrinkle to his nose adding the touch of disdain already present in his voice.

“Tommy,” you fuss. “When have I ever let us down?”

To that he cocks his head to the side and nods. “Can’t argue with that,” he concedes. “Never missed the mark yet.”

After being vetted and approved by Jackson’s leaders about 5 years ago to join the settlement, you took on your current role at Maria’s behest. Adjusting to life here was difficult for many - the reasons were as diverse as they were extensive - and it was an increasing need for someone to act as guide and intermediary for all the new faces cropping up. Within the first day of a newcomer’s arrival, you quickly became the face that embodied Jackson and the second chance at life it offered.

You made short work of getting to know people and pinpoint where they best fit into the enterprise of Jackson. Of course you gleaned any valuable trade or skill they possessed, but many readily volunteered their personal stories: what their life was like when the outbreak happened if they were alive then, what

kind of job did they have, what sort of things motivated them, what they hoped to get out of Jackson and give in return, what sort of things generated or shattered their loyalty, who their family was, how many of them had made it to Jackson with them, where they had come from, if they had an prior experience with other settlements . . . You were a helping hand and an open ear, and people couldn’t seem to help divulge all the things weighing on their minds. You had been told before that you had “kind eyes,” and maybe that, along with your small frame and stature, made you seem like just the right amount of trustworthy and non-threatening confidant. Whatever the case may be, you found that people tended to broadcast their inner worlds to you without much effort on your part. You knew part of letting their guard down so quickly was due to the relief so many felt once inside the safe walls of Jackson: they opened up simply because they could. And Jackson was all the better for it. 

Since joining all those years ago, you had taken a pivotal role in orchestrating a successful, thriving community. You were proud to have played a part in the beautiful settlement you called home. Being able to size someone up quickly and with devastating accuracy was an inherent skill you had utilized to its fullest extent, and it was what made you so invaluable. On a personal level, it meant you were never left guessing what someone was thinking or how they might be feeling; even if you didn’t know every gritty detail, you could come up with an adequate assessment. Tommy’s affirmation came as no surprise, but the usually easygoing and agreeable side of him was still on the fence with your proposed venue. “As much as I trust you know what you’re doin’, I really don’t follow.” Tommy studied the unruly greenspace and crumbling concrete underfoot as though if he stared at it long enough it would reveal its hidden potential so readily apparent to you. “We make it an indoor and outdoor spot,” you explain. “Uh. Okay. The indoor I get. Sort of.” He glanced back at the building as though he doubted his own appraisal. “The outdoor . . .,” he trailed off, glancing back outward. “I know it’s not exactly a tropical paradise here, but we can have an outdoor entertainment space regardless. It gets warm enough for long enough that it would be put to good use,” you contested. Tommy starts to debate that assertion, but you continue. “Plus, we can work outdoor firepits or fireplaces into the space to extend and maximize its use.” Tommy shook his head. “I mean, I would love for all of what you’re sayin’ to happen, but we just get too much snow here for it to work.” He isn’t totally off base with his concerns. Jackson got more snow than anywhere you had ever lived, and it was probably why nowhere in the settlement had a dedicated outdoor space for entertainment or socializing. Still, you knew there was a way to make this feasible.

“You know how igloos work?” you asked, making the final lap on your proposition.

“No fuckin’ way,” Tommy howled with laughter.

“Yes fuckin’ way,” you snip back with feigned indignation. “Seriously, think about it,” you urged. “We get enough snow, like you said. And it wouldn’t be year-round use out here, I get it, but with three different spaces we can more than accommodate a good sized crowd. Jackson’s headcount keeps going up, and we gotta get creative sometimes with how we’re going to keep pace with that.” “Three spaces?” Tommy repeats with a puzzled look. “Inside, of course. And then outside, a social firepit hangout . . thing, on the patio, and then converted into igloos over winter,” you summarize. “I can’t believe you’re actually-,” Tommy mutters audibly, a laugh reemerging. “So are you with me or am I gonna have to tell everybody you rejected it?” It’s an empty threat, but Tommy doesn’t want to even consider that sort of a cloud over his head. A resigned sigh marks your victory. “Alright. I surrender,” Tommy says goodnaturedly. “So when do you wanna start this thing?” You are peering up at the flat backing of the building, envisioning the flickering images of an outdoor movie night lighting its expanse. “As soon as we can. Gonna host an outdoor movie night to kick off the summer.” “An outd- What?” Tommy’s thoughts totter, following your line of sight. “Ah, of course. Good thing I was all in from the start.” You shoot him an amused, withering smile but relish in your win nonetheless. “So you wanna put together your team to build this thing or …?” Tommy noticeably perks up with a devilish smile. “My team? No, not quite. Not gonna be headin’ this project up,” he corrects. “What? But you just said-,” you blurt out. He holds up a hand to silence your appeal, and a crinkly-eyed grin tells you that you are in trouble. “I’m not the hombre you want for a project this big,” Tommy says, his words laced with mischief. “But I know just the guy.” You never much liked when the tables were turned, but you sat in silence waiting for Tommy to reveal his mystery man. As if the crinkly-eyed grin was bad enough, the eyebrow that sprung into his forehead assured you that Tommy took pleasure in giving your energy back to you, and you weren’t sure you were ready for whatever he was about to throw at you.

“Have you met my brother yet?” he asked with a deceptively innocent air.

Tommy volunteered himself to break the news to his older brother that he had been assigned as head of the build. You assured Tommy you were more than happy to introduce yourself and the project to his brother, but Tommy insisted. “Don’t worry yourself too much,” he chortled. “You’ll have plenty of chances with this one to put your people skills through the wringer.”

You weren’t entirely sure what he meant by that or why it seemed to bring him so much childish amusement. Tommy was perpetually good-natured and easygoing. It was something that you banked on when you helped him and Maria get together. Tommy’s brother wasn’t his twin brother, but you couldn’t imagine he’d be a massive deviation from the Miller brother you knew.During their short arrival and departure from Jackon several weeks ago, Tommy’s brother and niece flew under your radar as you had been preoccupied trying to orchestrate and implement a sustainable pig and bacon venture.

It had been a sort of pipe dream of Tommy’s, and you knew just about everyone would be thrilled if bacon became a reality. It was the small things people tended to value the most, the things that were so easy to take for granted before the outbreak happened, and bringing them back was well-received and improved morale.

It felt good to bring people happiness in this world that had fallen into complete desolation. Life inside the safety of Jackon’s walls offered something of a safe haven, but so many were well acquainted with the horrors that existed just outside its gates.

When you expressed your disappointment at having missed all the excitement, Tommy reassured you that they would be returning in the coming weeks or months. When they eventually did return, you stopped by Maria and Tommy’s to field any useful information from the pair on Jackson’s two newest residents as well as get up to date with Maria’s pregnancy.

Tommy made the odd request that you postpone the normal introduction phase you had all but mastered over the years. His reasoning was vague, but it was essentially that his brother and niece “needed a little more time to adjust” before your customary acclimation proceedings would be of any use.

Tommy tried to put you more at ease with the atypical initiation by explaining that even though their visit last time had been short, Maria had given them a rundown of everything and situated them in a house that they had since reoccupied. Sensing your remaining misgivings, Tommy added that they had “been through a hell of a lot” in their time away. You were hopeful Maria would help to fill in the gaps to Tommy’s chronicle, but she seemed hesitant to do so.

“They’re just a special situation,” she mollified. “You’ll still have your work cut out for you if you’re at all worried about losing out on a new challenge.”

Maria understood the way you almost gamified the successful transition of a new member. She was always shrewd like that, which is partly what made you apprehensive when you got the distinct feeling Maria didn’t much care for or trust her brother-in-law. She wasn’t as reserved when talking about the teenage girl, noting how she possessed a lot of great qualities. She felt her tongue was a tad sharp for what Jackson was used to, but she would do well if she leaned into her pluck and smarts. Overall she sounded like your typical teenager: combative, aloof, and in serious need of as much love you could pour into them.

Tommy’s brother on the other hand . . . Maria might be a bit firm and exacting in her discernment most of the time, but it was rare that she disliked someone. So far all you had deciphered was that Tommy’s brother was a tough nut to crack.

You didn’t completely agree with the revisions to your welcoming committee routine, but you respected Tommy’s request and kept your distance. You knew he wouldn’t have asked if he wasn’t truly compelled to do so. You may not have formally introduced yourself yet, but you acquainted yourself with his brother and niece nonetheless by way of casual observation.  You had seen them around town several times, and you watched in fascination each time as they almost orbited around each other with magnetic harmony. Their movements were so subconscious yet so deliberate. It was the sort of osmosis that only came from a deep, immutable connection, and you thought back to Tommy’s vague words about the scope of hardship they had endured together.

It struck you how you and your baby sister Caroline operated in just the same way. You often communicated in an unspoken language only understood by the two of you: the synchronous existence split between two bodies. An inherent bond further forged by the horrors of the outbreak. A tiny pang pierced your chest at the memory of her.You could see just from watching them they had been in isolation for a long time. The pair unconsciously checked in with each other on a regular basis, and after a few days Tommy’s niece had even started to wander a little bit, much to her dad’s umbrage. She was definitely a powerhouse as Maria had alluded to.

Being accustomed to their isolation unfortunately meant they struggled with basic social interaction. Their body language screamed get me out of here any time there were more than 3 people in their vicinity. Even if the world hadn’t gone to hell in a handbasket, you didn’t get the feeling either of them would have been social butterflies in any hypothetical alternate universe.

Tommy’s brother was incredibly protective of his daughter. The few goofy, shy smiles she reserved only for her dad were so pure it almost made your eyes mist over. It was during one of those times you thought you saw the corner of his mouth twitch ever so slightly in response, but you hadn’t seen him unmistakably smile once during your observations.

It was all austere surveillance on his part. His eyes darted as he scoped out Jackson, refusing to settle his sight on any one thing for very long. His daughter was also standoffish, but she carried a perceptible warmth to her that her father lacked. You caught her exchanging more than just a handful of words to the grocer and the canteen worker. Tommy’s brother mostly seemed to communicate in nods and grunts. It was sort of Neanderthal-ish to you, and it was quite comical to observe.

You ended up not minding your little secret spy sessions in lieu of the normal introduction phase. You had a reason to be on the lookout for them, so you didn’t feel too appalled with your newfound hobby of ogling Tommy’s brother. He was incredibly handsome. Even from afar you took in his graying brown hair and beard, his jawline as it clenched whenever his daughter started walking too far from him, the broad build of his shoulders and chest. You thought to yourself if even one corner of his mouth wasn’t so downturned all the time he would probably have every eligible lady in Jackson swarming him. A fleeting thought crossed your mind that you would really love it if you were the one that could make him smile. Your summary of your observations was: they were each other’s everything. 

In truth, they reminded you a lot of two feral bonded cats. There was no separating them, and if they even thought that was a possibility, claws out and blood drawn were on the agenda. As the window of postponement drew to an end, you had yet to determine what the exact technique would be for winning them over. You had gotten a moderate sense of who they were, but how well that would hold up once you actually spoke to them wasn’t conclusive.

You were beginning to understand what Tommy and Maria had meant when they told you your work was cut out for you. Your usual gentle but persistent prodding for new residents wasn’t going to cut it with these two. They weren’t going to let their guard down easily, and pushing it on them would only sound the alarm and send them running. You would just have to show them you could be trusted with their integration and let them come to their own conclusions about you. 

You knew once all was said and done, your sense of pride at their complete integration would be your biggest achievement yet.

Thank you to everyone who read all of that and is maybe even reading this! I am so happy to finally be posting this fic! I've been working on it for a while now, and I'm really excited for you all to read it. I already have the sequel in progress, and they are both VERY long fics. Oopsie!

As for the chapter title, I love me some Sylvia Plath. She will show up again as a chapter quote or title. What do you make of our EnNi Gal®?  She really has no idea what's in store for her. 👀💦 Joel certainly fits the description of "beautiful but annihilating."

Catch ya later,

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[fishermanshook]

Hello! Might I ask for yang! Eli Clark with reader who is a mirror? Like man lives inside the mirror and can't get out, the reader can travel from any reflective surface to another. How does Eli Clark feel when the reader ask him to smash the mirror so she can go out to the world?.

Hello Annon! I'd be more than happy to do that for you! (I apologise for how long this took me to write, I had a crap tone of school work I had to do 🥲)

Glass Prison (yan!seer x gn!reader)

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The Seer was know to be intelligent and kind with his own dash of mystery. He was someone who stayed loyal, still wishing for one day to be reunited with his one true love.

But all those thoughts and ideas would come crushing down the second you entered the picture.

—

He found you in a unused room in the manor, deciding to take a walk one day and stumbled soon it. His curiosity piqued and here he is, talking to someone trapped inside of a mirror.

He thought it was strange at first when his reflection didn’t show. It wasn’t until your upper profile replaced what should have been yours. Eli jumped back a bit at surprise, before letting his curiosity get the best of him.

He awoken you the second he started to speak, and it was as if it was love at first sight. (lol) You two immediately started conversation, with him asking you a bunch of questions. Like how long were you in there, how old you were, what’s your name, etc.

You asked him many questions as well. As to what year it was, what was this place, and his name.

You two became fairly aquatinted. And when your friendship continued to blossom, it wasn’t long until he was racing to his room as soon as his match finished just to speak to you.

Many would ask what the Seer was up to, why he would get terror shocked at the start do the match, why he would continue to lose despite his winning streak. He would just say he had more important matters to attend to, not ever daring to speak your name.

“No one else deserves to know of you my love, no one would treat you as kindly as I do. Everyone in this manor is harsh and cruel. Seeking unjust for those other then themselves.”

Eli would most certainly take the advantage of the fact that you don’t know how long it’s been. He would corrupt your mind, tell you false truths and never once mention others to you. All you need is him and him alone, right?

—

“Eli, my dear, I have something to propose to you.” You say, uncertainty seeping through your words.

“I know you’ve told me of the cruelty of the Survivors and Hunters of the manor, but I’ve been locked away in here for so long. I was thinking, maybe if you smashed my mirror hard enough, I may be able to break free.”

You spoke to him, as you did all those times before. But all he could do was look in disgust, how could you ever wish to be free? Not when he treats you so nicely, no. That just won’t do.

“My love, how could you ask of such a thing? Don’t you know what I’ve told you? These peo-things are terrible! You wouldn’t survive a day here let alone a year! And, my dearest, what if you don’t escape? What if you disappear? What if I can never find you again? What would happen to me? I’d lose myself to madness all over again! I love you my dear, but I’m afraid I can’t have you doing that. Don’t leave this mirror, don’t leave me.”

You shouldn’t have let him find you.

So take your breath, for it may be your last.

note: YOU GURS THUS IS SYCH ASS IM SORRYV

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Yours Submissively ~ Flee

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open! And I AM SO SORRY! Happy Holidays!

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“Sweetheart, come take a seat.”  Steve could see the anger boiling under the skin of his beloved.  This was exactly what he had been trying to avoid.  Fuck Sharon Carter for doing this to his girl but now he was concerned.  The HYDRA comment was concerning.  Belle allowed him to guide her to a seat.  

“Steve, what don’t I know?  I don’t understand why she would say these things.”  

“I know sweet pea, I can explain some of it. But I have a few questions.  Can I ask those first?” 

“As long as I get the truth, fine.”  

“What exactly did she say?” 

“She said she couldn’t understand how I weaseled my way into your life when I’m an orphan.  That I was the heir of a group who didn’t exist.  That my parents were murdered, and my dad was killed. And then she said those words.”  

Steve sighed and looked at his teammates. He looked back at his wife, noting that anger had turned to fear and anxiety.  He took her hands.  “Ok, baby, I don’t know why she said that phrase. That is something we are going to look into.” He looked at Bucky who nodded but Steve could tell he was holding back the ‘I told you so.’  

“Ok, but what about the rest of it.”  

“Sweet pea, I knew your father.”  

Belle felt like the floor was pulled from under her. “What?” 

Nat spoke up.  “He was an agent of SHIELD.  I worked very closely with him.” Nat has the decency to look contrite at the lie. 

“You worked with him.  You all knew him?” Belle tried to breathe. 

Steve took a deep breath.  “I met him when I first came out of the ice.  He introduced me to Nat and Tony right before the battle of New York. There was an incident on the ship we were on. Your father fought bravely.  

“He was fighting?” 

“He was, my love.  But unfortunately, the person he was fighting got the upper hand and he died. I am so sorry.”  

“How long did you know I was his daughter?” 

“Since that night we reunited, when you explained about your family.”  

Belle began to pace.  “My family.  My family that I know nothing about.” She saw a look cross Steve’s face.  “You know.  You know what Sharon is talking about, don’t you?”  She looked at the other Avengers in the room, Clint having slipped in as well.  “You all know.”  

Steve had a look of sorrow.  Had he been honest when they found out, maybe the look of anger, rage, pain, would not be crossing her face right now.  He sighed. “When the people tried to take you, there was a note delivered to Stark Tower.  The note asked for their heir to be returned.”  

“I don’t understand.”  

“Sweetheart, there is a reason Phil Coulson took you in after your parents died,” Bucky explained. “They were running and were in hiding. You somehow survived the crash and SHIELD took you in.”  

“Why?” Belle wiped away an errant tear from her face. “Who am I?” 

Steve looked into her eyes. “Your mother’s name is not Maria Davis.  Its Silvia Maria Pierce.  She was the daughter of Alexander Pierce, the former head of Hydra. You are the natural heir of HYDRA.” 

You could hear a pin drop.  Steve was sure Belle had stopped breathing.  

“Belle, honey,” Clint started, “please, breathe.”  

She got up and looked out the window, rain splattering the windows. “You knew this whole time and you didn’t think, maybe Belle should know.”  

“Sweet pea...” 

“Don’t fucking call me that,” she seethed.  “You all lied to me.  Does Tony know? Does Pepper? Wanda?” 

Steve looked to the floor. “Yes.” 

Just then, a figure in red and blue came in through the balcony.  “Hey guys,” as he pulled off his mask, “I don’t see any of...” he saw Belle.  “Oh.” 

“Peter?  You’re Spiderman?!?” 

“Belle, wow, umm, well...” 

“Lies.  I’m just surrounded by lies.”  She started to pace and began to panic. “You just let me out into the world, knowing this is way more than just a threat.  This is serious. Are they back?  Is HYDRA back?” 

“We don’t think they ever left.” Clint admitted.  “They’ve just been hiding.”  

“Hiding.  Clearly in plain sight since Sharon Carter has been in this building and she’s HYDRA!” Belle raged.  “You are all liars.”  

“Isabella, please be calm,” Steve implored.  

“Calm? I’ve give you calm.”  She slapped him. “That calm enough for you?  You had your former mistress in here, god knows what information she has taken; you continue to keep secrets from me.  Let me make it easier for all of you.  Stop worrying about me.”  She ran to the door.  “Fuck all of you.”  

Clint grabbed her arm.  That was going to be a mistake.  Belle swung around, elbowing him in the gut, broke the hold and kneed him before whirling out the door.  The elevator happened to be opening just as she made the lobby.  She pushed the button and the doors closed just as she saw Steve’s shocked face.  “Isabella!” 

Isabella took off her coat and pulled her hair into a bun.  She removed the glasses and the burner phone from her purse along with all the cash that she had.  The elevator doors opened to the lobby, and she sprinted out the doors, leaving the coat and purse inside the elevator.  She knew she had a limited window, but the rain would help. She was thankful for the boots she had changed into in the car as it allowed her to move.  She made it a few blocks over before jumping into a cab.  

Steve finally made it to the lobby but could not see his wife anywhere.  He glanced back to see the elevator door closing, spying her coat and bag.  He made it to the doors before they closed and checked.  Her wallet and phone were still in the bag, cash gone.  “Fuck!”  He picked up his phone.  “Bucky, she left everything.”  

Goddammit.  All the trackers were in her bag and coat.  Are the glasses gone? 

“Yes, dammit, her eyes will be covered now.” Steve ran a hand through his hair.  

Get back up here punk.  I’ve started the trace through the cameras. Steve took the elevator back up, picking up Belle’s things.  He could smell her perfume on the coat and inhaled.  God had he fucked this up. He could feel the ‘I told you so’ coming from the team but it would have to wait.  Finding her was more important.  He arrived on his floor.  

“Devon, you can go.”  

“Mr. Rogers, I’m sorry...” 

“No, none of this is your fault.  This was a long time coming.  Before you go, can you reach out to Tony and ask him to come?” 

“Mr. Wilson already had me call Mr. Stark.  He said he would be right over. Is there anything else, sir?” 

“No Devon.  Goodnight.”  

“I hope you find her, sir.  Mrs. Rogers is just upset.  She’ll calm down.  She just needs to get away for a moment.” The young woman turned and left.  

Steve walked into his office; the back panel now open to a bank of computers.  The balcony doors were now open, the Ironman suit now in sentry mode.  He saw Tony, Bucky and Nat all working a computer.  Steve walked over to Clint who had an ice pack to his ribs.  “Your wife had a mean punch.”  

“Yeah, I guess the self-defense lessons with Nat are working.” Steve shook his head.  “I’m sorry Clint.”  

“I’m not.  It's good to know that she can take care of herself.” He stood up, taking in a sharp breath.  “Sam got in his suit and is circling; Wanda and Vision have been notified but they are in London right now, so they are not a lot of help.”  

“Surveillance?” 

“Still nothing.  She’s good.  She has the glasses on which distorts her feature just enough that we can’t track it.  Especially the eyes.”  

“Fuck.  Bucky?  Anything?” 

“If she left her cards then she is using cash, harder to trace. She hasn’t turned on the backup phone I gave her.”  

“So, she’s in the wind?” 

“For now, yes.  We just have to think of where she might be going.” 

“She could be anywhere.” 

Belle wandered. The rain, the cold, the lies, they all confused her.  Her whole family lied to her. She had no home, no where to go. She found herself back in Jersey, walking the streets of her former home.  No one lived there anymore. She jumped back onto the subway, purchasing a hoodie on the way. She tucked her dark hair in and adjusted Tony’s glasses. She needed a reprieve from the world.  

“She was spotted!” Bucky yells running into the apartment’s living room.  “She adjusted her classes for just a fraction of a second.  She was on the subway, but I don’t know where she got off.”  

“What direction?”  

“Queens by the trains but there are a lot of connections from there.”  

“Fuck!” Steve sank back down to the sofa, head in hands.  “I can’t believe I did this. How could I be so stupid?”  

“Ok punk, relax, ok, yes, you fucked up; we all did.  We should have insisted that you told her the truth from the beginning, but we didn’t and here we are.  Steve,” Bucky put his hand on his shoulder, “we’ll find her, and we’ll make it right.”  

Steve looked at his best friend. “I can’t lose her.” His voice cracked.  

“You won’t. She just needs time.”  

Belle made it to the bar without any interruption.  Robert waved at her as she entered but instead of taking a seat in her booth, she went to the bar.  “Something strong Rob.  I just need the escape.”  

“You got it.”  

She sat at the bar, and she knew she was in line.  She needed to let go of these feelings.  When her name was called, she poured her heart and soul into the song.  

There's a fire starting in my heart  Reaching a fever pitch, it's bringing me out the dark  Finally I can see you crystal clear  Go 'head and sell me out and I'll lay your ship bare 

See how I'll leave with every piece of you  Don't underestimate the things that I will do  There's a fire starting in my heart  Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark 

The scars of your love remind me of us  They keep me thinking that we almost had it all  The scars of your love they leave me breathless  I can't help feeling 

We could've had it all (you're gonna wish you)  (Never had met me)  Rolling in the deep (tears are gonna fall)  (Rolling in the deep) 

You had my heart inside (you're gonna wish you)  Of your hands (never had met me)  And you played it (tears are gonna fall)  To the beat (rolling in the deep) 

Baby, I have no story to be told  But I've heard one on you, now I'm gonna make your head burn  Think of me in the depths of your despair  Make a home down there, as mine sure won't be shared 

The scars of your love (never had met me)  Remind me of us (tears are gonna fall)  They keep me thinking (rolling in the deep)  That we almost had it all (you're gonna wish you)  The scars of your love (never had met me)  They leave me breathless (tears are gonna fall)  I can't help feeling (rolling in the deep) 

We could've had it all (you're gonna wish you)  (Never had met me)  Rolling in the deep (tears are gonna fall)  (Rolling in the deep) 

You had my heart inside (you're gonna wish you)  Of your hands (never had met me)  And you played it (tears are gonna fall)  To the beat (rolling in the deep) 

We could've had it all  Rolling in the deep  You had my heart inside of your hand  But you played it with a beating 

Throw your soul through every open door (whoa)  Count your blessings to find what you look for (whoa)  Turn my sorrow into treasured gold (whoa)  You pay me back in kind and reap just what you've sown 

We could've had it all (tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep)  We could've had it all (you're gonna wish you never had met me)  It all, it all, it all (tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) 

We could've had it all (you're gonna wish you)  (Never had met me)  Rolling in the deep (tears are gonna fall)  (Rolling in the deep) 

You had my heart inside (you're gonna wish you)  Of your hands (never had met me)  And you played it (tears are gonna fall)  To the beat (rolling in the deep) 

Could've had it all (you're gonna wish you)  (Never had met me)  Rolling in the deep (tears are gonna fall)  (Rolling in the deep) 

You had my heart inside (you're gonna wish you)  Of your hands (never had met me)  But you played it, you played it, you played it  You played it to the beat 

Belle finished and made her way back out.  As it got darker, a place popped in her head where she could lay low. She called a cab and made her way back to Manhattan. She climbed the stairs and hit the doorbell.  

The door opened and its owner’s jaw fell open in shock. “Belle?!” 

“Hi Lila.”

NEXT

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YKWIM? — 001

synopsis — Kim Sunoo is irrevocably in love with Park Y/N. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew she was the one. However, things seem to be against him! Firstly, he’s an idol. Secondly, she’s also an idol! And finally, she’s Park Jongseong’s sister. However, Sunoo thinks his prayers have been heard! He just can’t believe that it had to take a scandal to be closer with his loml.

THE CAFE INCIDENT

Sunoo shuffled his feet, hands in his pocket as he waited in the line of a cafe beside hybe’s building. If you couldn’t tell; he lost a game of rock-paper-scissors and is now in charge of buying coffee for the group.

The lady ( she looked somewhat his age ) in front of him wearing a white sweater seemed to be in a similar situation as him. She was ordering a bunch of iced americanos and cafe lattes, all the while furiously typing on her phone.

After awhile, the cashier gave her a number: 67,500 won. Sunoo watched as she dug up her cash, wondering why she wouldn’t just use her card instead— only to become aware to the fact that he, too, didn’t bring his card with him and only had cash. His eyes drifted for awhile to sightsee the cafe’s interior. Only, the girl let out a frustrated sigh, making his nosy eyes come back to her.

“Ah, i’m sorry,” said the person, making Sunoo let out a small huh, because why does her voice seem so familiar? “i’m 1,000 won short. Would it be okay if I gave you the money later, instead?”

Feeling a bit kind today, Sunoo tapped the person’s shoulder, “I can pay for your 1,000, ma’am.”

The person turned around, “Oh, there’s no need—Enhypen’s Sunoo?” He swore a voice in his head went oh shit before he looked at her face closely and—oh? oh. OH.

She waved her hand to snap him out of his trance, “Excuse me?”

“Oh! Oh yes, that’s, uh—me. Yeah! I’m Sunoo.” He smiled, trying his best to not freak out right now— “le sserafim’s y/n?”

OKAY! Good, play it off casually— “Yes, that’s me” she smiled. ( Sunoo swears his heart melted right then at that moment. )

“Please, I insist!” Croaked Sunoo, as a last attempt to save his flailing heart in hopes to not embarrass himself right now—and before she could answer, he gave the cashier his money.

“Really—oh, thank you, let me pay you back later in the company!”

“There’s no need! Wait—let me just order my drink first..!”

It was safe to say that Sunoo’s head was a mess internally right now. With dealing with the drink order, and then with Y/n being so close to him right now. He didn’t know how he managed it, but he did! Not only that, but he also managed to invite her to go back to the company with him 🥳 !!

Y/n and him made small talk and exchanged numbers before they went their separate ways. So, it’s safe to say that it was a successful day for Sunoo!! Woohoo. If only they heard the camera shutter…

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DIABOLIK LOVERS CHAOS LINEAGE Stellaworth Tokuten Drama CD: “The Vampire’s Every Day: Board Game Edition ~ Kou/Yuma VS Carla/Shin ~”

Original title:「ヴァンパイア達の日常ボードゲーム編～コウ・ユーマVSカルラ・シン～」

Source: Diabolik Lovers Chaos lineage Animate Tokuten Drama CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Suzuki Ryouhei, Tatsuhisa Suzuki, Morikawa Toshiyuki & Morikubo Shoutarou

Translator’s note: This set of drama CDs has been incredibly entertaining so far and while this one definitely has some great moments as well, I am a bit sad to see that it follows a different pattern from the Sakamaki’s CDs. Instead of playing a magical board game in which all events from the game also occur in real life, they’re instead working as teams and facing off against each other. That being said, there are a bunch of hilarious moments, so I’d definitely recommend giving it a listen!

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The crowd cheers. 

*Clap clap clap* 

Yuma: Fuck yeah! We won this match too!

Kou: Mmh~! Victory is as good as ours now! …Well then, I wonder who we’re up against in the finals? 

Carla: …Your opponent would be us. 

Kou: Why are you two Founders participating in a gaming tournament organized by Kaminashi City’s department store…!? 

Shin: Why does it matter? Is there a rule that forbids us Founders from joining? 

Kou: I didn’t say that, did I?

Shin: I mean, you guys are participating as well despite being Vampires, aren’t you? What’s your motive? 

Yuma: What do ya mean? ‘s obvious! We have no win no matter what to get our hands on the prize!

Carla: Heh. I see. I suppose you two are also after…that. 

Yuma: Yeah, exactly! …Distributed only by Kaminashi City’s department store…

Carla: The exclusive, hand-selected goodie box, is it? 

Yuma: Exactly! We need to win that prize at all costs! He…Ruki is sitting at home, eagerly waiting for us to bring back that box which has both soy sauce AND detergent amongst other things.  

Kou: Mmh. I mean, it's not actually that serious of a matter. Anyway, Ruki-kun told us to bring the prize back home. It’s such a rare chance to get both soy sauce and detergent for free, so we definitely want to win to help Ruki-kun in his money-saving endeavors! So please, would you be so kind as to let us have the win~?

Shin: Haah? Don’t be ridiculous! We have our own reasons why we want that prize so badly. Right, Nii-san? 

Carla: Exactly…One of the items granted to the winner is a cured ham sample set. I need to get my hands on this no matter what. Therefore, we will mercilessly destroy everyone who stands in our path. Yes, for the sake of my cured ham…!

Yuma: Interestin’! We also made a deal with Ruki that in return for helpin’ him save money, he’ll increase the amount of side dishes at dinner by one! So in this match…Founders or not, we’re not losin’ to ya bastards!

*Diiiing* 

Yuma: So? What are we playin’? I’m pretty sure the final match has some kind of special ruleset? 

Kou: Mmh! Exactly! Let me see…According to the tournament’s official guidelines…

*Flip*

Kou: Seems like it’s a quiz of some sorts. 

Shin: Yup, you’re right. Come on, look at your feet. The ground looks like a huge board game, doesn’t it? First you have to spin this roulette over here, then proceed as many squares as the number you rolled, before answering the question written on there. If both of you can give a correct answer, you get to stay on that spot. If you get it wrong, you have to go back to the previous square you were on. I guess whichever duo reaches the goal first, takes the win. As for the quiz part, apparently it’s meant to test just how much you know about your partner. Well, I’m sure it’ll be a piece of cake with the excellent teamwork between Nii-san and I. Heh. 

Kou: Hehe~ We won’t lose in that regard either! …Right, Yuma-kun~? 

Yuma: Guess so. We’ve got a long history together, so we pretty much have a mutual understandin’ of each other!

Carla: Thoughtless fools. We shall give you a taste of your own incompetence. Let the match begin! Brace yourself, Mukami brothers. 

Yuma: Yeah! Bring it on!

Kou: Okay then~! The coin toss decided that Yuma-kun and I will go first. Yuma-kun, please make sure not to break the roulette when you spin it, okay?

Yuma: Yeah, I know! ‘Kay! Time to spin this bad boy!

Yuma spins the roulette. 

Yuma: One, two, three, four…Yup! This is the one! Let’s see…What does it say? ’Answer with your partner’s hobby’. …Hah! These questions are even easier than I thought!

Kou: Is it really? I’m expecting a correct answer now, Yuma-kun!

Shin: Hey! You can’t talk with each other once you’ve started writing down the answer, okay?

If you do, I’m getting you both disqualified on the spot!

Kou: Oh shut up! We know that! …Here, Yuma-kun. Write the correct answer on this board. I’ll also write mine, so make sure to get my hobby right, okay? 

Yuma: Yeah! Leave it to me! 

*Scribble scribble* 

Shin: …This quiz really is way too easy. I’m pretty sure he’ll actually get this one right. We might just lose at this point, so isn’t there some way I could…? …! Right!

Carla: Hm? What’s the matter, Shin? Did you think of something? 

Shin: Hey, Nii-san! By the way…Have you heard the latest rumor yet?

Carla: …Oi, no need to shout, I can hear you just fine either way. A Founder should know better than to make a fuーー

Shin: (whispers) Oh come on, Nii-san! Just play along with me for a sec! (talks louder again) Word has it that a certain Mukami Kou has been attending yoga classes at the school right across the station!

Carla: Hooh? Yoga, you say? I must say, he has a good taste. I have actually taken an interest in it as of late as well. Yoga is actually quite complex, you see, improving both one’s physical and mentalーー

Shin: (whispers) Sorry, Nii-san! I promise I will listen to your lecture on the benefits of yoga some other day! 

ーー No, no! I’ve just been spotting him by the station quite often during the weekend as of late, so I’m sure he’s pretty passionate about it! I was so surprised, I even double checked to make sure it was really him!

Yuma: …Hah? Kou’s goin’ to the yoga school? That’s a first for me though…I thought he liked dance instead? Don’t tell me…Did he change hobbies recently!? Ugh…I’m confused now!

Shin: Hehe…He’s hesitating for sure! You better it all wrong now, Yuma!

Carla: Shin. Which yoga school would you personally recommend to me? As a Founder, I do not want to attend just any run-of-the-mill yoga class. 

Shin: Yeah...Right. We can talk about that later, okay?

*Whistle* 

Yuma: …Fuck! I gotta make up my mind at some point! I’m goin’ with this as my answer!

*Scribble scribble* 

Kou: H-Hey, Yuma-kun? Everything alright over there? It looked like you were struggling quite a bit…

Yuma: Y-Yeah…! I’m fine! There’s no way I’d get this wrong ‘bout you!

Kou: Mmh, you’re right. I have faith in you! Let’s reveal our answers at the same time then! Ready…Go!

They both flip their boards around.

Yuma: Yoga!

Kou: Dance!

Yuma: Hah!?

Kou: Eh!?

*BZZZZT*

Kou: Hold up! Yuma-kun!? How could you get this one wrong!? When did I ever mention liking yoga!? 

Yuma: Ah!? B-But they were talkin’ ‘bout it! They said you’ve gotten hooked on the stuff as of late and have been attendin’ some kind of yoga school!

Kou: Why would you believe what our opponent says!? That was obviously a lie! This sucks~ Just how many years have we spent together now!? You idiot! Doofus! 

Yuma: Hah…? A lie…? Then, they…tricked me? 

Kou: So you actually did believe them…I can’t believe you fell for such an obvious scheme…I had faith in you too…

Shin: Hehehe…! You have to be pretty naive to fall for that. I guess this just proves that Vampires really are the inferior species amongst us. 

Carla: My thoughts exactly. It is simply laughable how you would believe the enemy over your own brother and ultimately fall for such a blatant lie. Now be a man and accept your defeat.  

Shin: …I mean, you kind of fell for it too, Nii-san. …Anyway, it’s finally our turn! We’ll show you two the true strength of us Founders! I’m going to spin the roulette now!

Shin spins the roulette. 

Shin: Five! Come on, Nii-san. Onwards we go!

Carla: Yes. 

Shin: One, two, three, four…and five! Let’s see…Our question is also ‘answer with your partner’s hobby!’

Carla: Heh. I see. That’s it? No big deal. …Shin. I can trust that you know exactly what my hobby is, correct? 

Shin: Yeah! Leave it to me, Nii-san!

*Scribble scribble* 

Kou: Fuck…It’d be so frustrating if this leads to our loss… …Hey, Shin-kun~ Did you know? Carla-kun’s hobby is actually bonsai art~!

*Whistle* 

Shin: You must be a fool if you think I’m going to fall for that.

Carla: Truly idiotic. I have only dabbled a little into the art of bonsai. 

Shin: Exactly! Nii-san has nevーー …Eh!? You actually have!? Hold up. My current answer is the correct one, right? Your hobby is actually still ‘that’, isn’t it!? I’m going to turn around my board now, okay? It’ll be fine, right!? Ready…go!

*Thud* 

Carla & Shin: Collecting paintings 

*Ding ・ dong* 

Carla: Correct. …Well, I suppose that was only to be expected. 

Shin: Phew, thank god…! I was sweating for a second there, but I guess we are the best after all!

Kou: Aah~ I guess they got one step ahead of it. 

Yuma: Don’t sweat it, Kou. It’s only the first round! We can still turn things ‘round, can’t we? So don’t give up hope and let’s keep goin’!

Kou: Yuma-kun…Mmh! The game has only just started! It’s our turn again now! Let’s push forward!

Yuma: Yeah! That’s the spirit! …’Kay! I’m gonna spin the roulette!

*Rattle* 

Yuma: Three! Let’s go. 

Kou: Yes~!

They proceed three squares. 

Yuma: So, what’s written on there now? 

Kou: Um…Let’s see…’How tall is the Kaminashi Tower? Choose the string with the correct answer.”

Yuma: Haah!? The fuck’s with that serious quiz question…!? It has nothin’ to do with the damn theme either! How are we supposed to know that!? 

*Tick tock tick tock tick tock* 

Kou: Uwah…They’ve even got that timer music playing in the background…This sort of thing always makes me even more nervous. 

Shin: Hey, what’s wrong, Mukami’s~? How about you stop dawdling and pick an answer already? Don’t tell me you can’t even answer such an easy question? 

Yuma: Aah…!? Don’t be grinnin’ over there! Shin, that bastard…I dare bet that he doesn’t know the answer either!

Kou: Aah, but what to do? I have no idea either! …Hey, do you know, Yuma-kun? 

Yuma: What makes ya think I do!? …Wait, hold up…But Ruki said somethin’ ‘bout the height of Kaminashi tower the other day…

Kou: Eh? Really!? Come on, remember it, Yuma-kun! Quick, hurry~!

Yuma: Don’t be ridiculous! Back then I honestly didn’t give a flyin’ fuck so I kind of just listened mindlessly and don’t remember any of it!

Kou: Poor Ruki-kun…At least pretend to be interested in the things he talks about every now and then…

*Whistle* 

Yuma: Time’s up already!? Aah, whatever! It’s probably this one! Ready? I’m gonna pull the string!

Kou: Go ahead! At this point, I just have to trust you! Pull it with everything you’ve got!

Yuma: Ready…go! There!

Yuma pulls the string. 

*PANG*

*SPLASH*

Kou: Waaah…!

…

Uu…This sucks…Why didn’t they tell us we’d get water dumped all over us if we picked the wrong answer? 

Yuma: Ugh…What did I do to deserve this…? 

Shin: Aah~ That was hilarious! Thanks for giving me such a great show! I guess winning this whole thing will be easier than we thought. Thank god we ended up against you guys in our final match. 

Kou: Keh…I can’t believe we haven’t earned a single point yet. I’m feeling really dispirited right now. 

Carla: It was only to be expected with us as your opponents. Well then, Shin. Spin the roulette for the next round. 

Shin: Good idea. I think it’s about time we end this farce. 

*Rattle* 

Shin: Six, huh? If we can get the question right, we’ll be right at the finish line! One, two, thee, four, five…six!

Carla: This square, huh? Shin. What is written on it? 

Shin: For some reason, it’s the only one in a different color. Let’s see…’Special square’, it says. 

Carla: What does that mean? 

Shin: Hmー I see…Apparently everyone has to compete for this one, including Kou and Yuma. 

Carla: I see. I suppose this is the ideal opportunity to show the overwhelming difference in power between us. Yuma! Kou! Both of you, come join us here!

Kou and Yuma walk up to them. 

Yuma: ‘Join us here’, my ass! Don’t be tellin’ me what to do!

Kou: What’s going on? Seems like you landed on a special square? What will happen? 

Carla: Apparently we have to undergo a trial in which we are confined to this area and must mercilessly hurl these sheer white solidifications of fat at the opponent’s vital points

Yuma: Hah!? I have no idea what you’re sayin’, mate!

Kou: Sometimes Carla-kun truly speaks in riddles, doesn’t he? 

Shin: Are you guys making fun of him!? It’s not his fault that you’re too stupid to understand him! Fine, I’ll explain it in a way that anyone can understand, okay? We’re going to battle it out in what you’d call a ‘pie throwing contest’ by human world standards. Whichever pair can collect the most points by hitting the opponent with these pies, wins. 

Carla: Furthermore, it says that whoever wins this battle, will automatically win the entire game. It would appear to me that we can settle the score with this. 

Yuma: Hah! I like the sound of that! Not only does it save a bunch of time, but the rules are nice and simple!

Kou: Guess so~! Yuma-kun, this could be our chance! If we can collect a bunch of points, we could run away with the victory!

Yuma: Yeah. They’ve really made a fool out of us the whole time, so I think it’s time we return the favor. 

Shin: Ah-ah~ I have to say, you sore losers really got lucky. Our victories from earlier are basically in vain now. 

Carla: Oh well, it is fine. All we have to do is win, regardless of the conditions. It is as simple as that. Our mission remains the same. 

Shin: I guess you’re right. As to be expected of Nii-san! You always know exactly what to say!

Yuma: Oi, ya fuckers! How much longer are ya gonna blabber on for!? Stop whinin’ and let’s get this battle started! 

Carla: Very well. As you wish, I shall have you succumb to me at once. 

*Ding* 

Yuma: Let’s get this party started! …Take this!

*SPLAT*

Carla: How insolent…

Shin: Hah…!

*SPLAT*

Kou: …Woah! That was close! …Time for revenge!

They continue throwing pies at each other. 

Shin: You’re only wasting your time…! Just admit defeat already!

*Woosh* 

*SPLAT*

Kou: Wah! We’re going to win this one no matter what…!

*SPLAT SPLAT*

Carla: I must say…You have some nerve to throw those fatty clumps at me. 

*SPLAT*

Shin: Hah…! 

*SPLAT*

Shin: Fuck! I can’t get any of them to hit…! Stop running around from left to right…! You pesky littleーー God!

Kou: Hehe~ You can throw in the towel if you want~ 

*SPLAT SPLAT*

Yuma: Ah…Fuck! You’re so damn persistent! Just give up already…!

*SPLAT*

Shin: Why don’t you two admit defeat instead!? 

*SPLAT SPLAT*

Carla: Shin. We are running out of time. Let us settle this with our next throw. 

Shin: Yeah, I know, Nii-san! This is the end for you two…!

*SPLAT*

Yuma: Hah! Why are ya talkin’ as if you’ve won already!? We’re the ones who will land the final blow!

Kou: Exactly! Let’s grab the win…and bring back home those prizes to Ruki-kun and Azusa-kun!

Yuma: Yeah! This is it!

*Woosh* 

*SPLAT*

Carla: Hah. Do not get ahead of yourself. As if we would ever lose to a mere bunch of Vampires. 

Shin: Let’s go, Nii-san! …Uwah!? 

*Thud* 

Shin: Owowow…What happened? My foot slipped…I’m covered in cream now as well…This seriously sucks…

Carla: Ugh…Shin…Shin!! 

Shin: Nii-san, what’s wrong!? It looks like you can barely breathe! …Wait? Uwah! I’m so sorry!! I stepped on the edge of your scarf!

Carla: Shin…! Please just…step…aside…

Kou: Hahaha! What are those guys doing? Yuma-kun, I think this might be our chance~! Finish it with those two pies in your hands!

Yuma: Gotcha! …Take this!!

*WOOSH*

Carla & Shin: …!? 

*SPLAT*

Kou: We did it! Right in their faces!

Carla & Shin: Ugh…

*DING ・ DING*

*Clap clap clap* 

Yuma: Phew…That was the bell signalin’ the end of the game. 

Kou: Hooray! Look at the scores! We turned things around and won!

Yuma: Yeah!

Shin: No way…You’ve got to be kidding me…

Carla: Ridiculous…How could I lose…?

Kou: Fufu~ Check that out, Yuma-kun! Their sheer white faces are a must-see!

Yuma: Ahaha! You guys look hilarious! I’m pretty sure I’ll remember this moment forever! Hahaha…

Shin: How dare you throw a pie in Nii-san’s face…I won’t let you make a laughingstock of him like that! 

Kou: What are you saying? His face ended up covered in cream because you tripped, remember? 

Carla: I cannot believe it…I lost to some lowly Vampires…

Yuma: You should just genuinely admit defeat. ‘Almighty Founders’ 

Shin: I won’t…I refuse to accept this…!!!

ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #kou mukami #yuma mukami #carla tsukinami #shin tsukinami #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag @missamyshay !! Sorry for the delay. Some of these questions were hard to answer, so I ran away, then came back, and ran away, and I apologize for the ramblings.

If anyone has any questions/asks, feel free to…well…ask.

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1. How many works do you have on AO3?

70 (Note: Many, of them well under 1K words and one shots. When something starts on Tumblr, it pretty much also goes over to AO3. Even drabbles.)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

163,518

3. What Fandoms do you write for?

The Falcon and The Winter Soldier - Marvel Cinematic Universe

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. One Quarter of a Year, 2. Language Lessons, 3. Welcome Home (the sequel to One Quarter of a Year), 4. A Front Yard Situation, 5. Bucky, Cass, and the King of Mardi Gras

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes. I don’t always immediately respond, but I eventually do. Why respond? Because I’m already surprised that anyone reads a thing I wrote. No one is required to leave a comment. They can read and go on to the next, and they do. But if someone reads something I wrote, and wants to tell me that something about it made them want to tell me about it what they liked or what touched them and/or ask a question, or in one case complain about it? It’s an amazing thing to me, so much so that a comment always sends me back to read WTF I could have possibly written that made someone feel this.

6. What is a fic you write with the angstiest ending?

I haven’t written one with an angsty ending. Yet.

7. What’s the fic you write with the happiest ending?

Hmmm…lemme think…

They’re all pretty happy, I think, but the most hopeful, heartfelt ending I think is at the end of Ndinawe when Sarah walks out of the therapist’s office building after her first ever session post-Snap/post-Return, and finds Bucky waiting for her with a little bunch of flowers.

I will leave it to readers to tell me what they think my happiest ending would be.

8. Do you get hate on fics.

There’s that one time someone liked, but complained about 6 words (2 short phrases) in a 300 word ficlet/triple drabble where Sarah and Bucky are in a very quiet and intimate moment, and he says something to her in isiXhosa, which we know he speaks. Then he says it in English, and then in Kreyol, which, in my headcanon, Sarah learned from her parents, who spoke Haitian Creole (Darlene’s family) and Louisiana Creole (Paul’s family). Because Louisiana.

This person was annoyed and couldn’t understand why anything other than English was being spoken even though the translation is in the story and a little Glossary is in the notes..

And when I tried to explain why I chose that and that in canon, Bucky and Sam both speak more than one language, the person commented back that didn’t want to read an explanation…which is why I wrote one anyway.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I write erotica. To my mind, smut is different. And I don’t like the word “smut’. Like how some people don’t like the word “moist”.

I write two middle-aged grownup adult people for whom Communication is important. Even if things are difficult or awkward, they still at least try.

Also, they’re perfectly able and willing to grab a Quickie, and I’ve written at least one Quickie, but in my stories so far, like to take their time when they have the opportunity. Someone once described it as making love “like adults: long, slow, luxurious”.

I think that’s the kind I write.

Maybe that didn’t describe the kind of “smut” I write. If anyone can describe it to me, please do!

10. Do you write crossovers?

Not yet. But I do have something in mind.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of and I hope not.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of, but I would actually like to try to do that myself with help from Google Translate, Language Tutorials on YouTube, and the assistance of native speakers.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes!! Bucky, Cass, and the King of Mardi Gras co-written with The @btwxsixesandsevens. The Paul & Darlene Ship Logs is a A Talk Like a Pirate Day day-long speed write, where @btwxsixesandsevens, wrote Bucky’s Journal entries and I wrote Captain Sarah Wilson’s personal ship logs. And also Snitches which was born from a funny “what would happen if” conversation with @shellyac75. I asked if I could embellish it, stretched it out and make a fic, and was given permission to play.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Bucky Barnes & Sarah Wilson (aka SarahBucky or BuckySarah) from the minute Bucky made it a point to let Sarah know that he was there, and he saw her. And she saw him, right back.

That having been said, if I’d known, when I was a kid, that I could make up my own stories about characters I liked, there is one ship that I would have filled my PeeChee notebooks with: Lt. Nyota Uhura & Spock. Yes, long before JJ Abrams made them a thing, I, in my tweeny brain, felt like something was possible there with those two. Nurse Chapel be damned.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I don’t have one of those. I have a couple of Finished For Now stories that I have plans to revisit and continue, though. They’re not WIPs though. Plus, I’d never not finish a story.

16. What are your writing strengths.

Beats me. Someone who knows about writing techniques will have to tell me. I have been told that when reading my stories, a reader can see where they are and what’s happening.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I overthink and I think I get in the weeds when I write. I’m hyper critical, so I find fault with everything I write. Someone else will have to tell me what my weaknesses are in my writing. I know what they are in my process.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic.

(See #12j I’m not afraid of it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The only fandom I’ve written for: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier.

That having been said, I may have inadvertently written a drabble/ficlet/thing as an answer to a question that was posed in a Firefly forum on Ravelry (a multi-use community website for knitters and crocheters) probably 20 years ago. People enjoyed it and one commenter said I should write fan fiction, which, at the time, I thought was ridiculous. If I can find it, I may post it on AO3 for shiggles, though the show is long gone. (I know that there are still Browncoats around.)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written.

This is a really hard question because I find fault with every thing I’ve written. Every single thing. And my answer can change sometimes a couple of times during the span of a day!

I’d rather people tell me their favourite, and why, (Soft suggestion: Please feel free!!) but if I had to pick one today right now:

One Quarter of a Year / Welcome Home

I consider these two a single story that has yet to be joined on AO3.

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Whew.

I am soft tagging @khululekile , @philtstone , @btwxsixesandsevens , @spinachgarden, @sarifinasnightmare and anyone who wants to jump in and play. Come on in! (If you’ve already been tagged, apologies! )

#asks answered #asks

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THAAAAAT’S RIIIIGHT! It’s everyone’s favourite time! Keef watches TFP and you just get the notes!

This is for season 1, episode 9: Convoy.

I write down the timestamps, but I watch Transformers Prime on Stan (an Australian streaming service) so they may be slightly off.

Also, I’ll warn, I don’t have a lot to say. (Not compared to other episodes)

~~~~Transition~~~~

00:03 - beautiful scenery- for fucks sake, Fowler.

00:05 - ✨walk cycles✨ I Will never not love the way the bots walk and I will never stop reminding you.

00:12 - hehe, height difference.

00:16 - good. (I don’t like Fowler, he’s unnecessarily rude.)

00:21 - hehe Dingus.

00:49 - Raf’s got his priorities straight.

00:52 - Miko’s reaction

01:14 - you already know that a bunch of children had to ask their parents what Propagate means.

01:28 - Optimus knows Fowler would be a reckless driver. But I can also imagine that it’s just generally very uncomfortable and unnecessary stressful for the boys whenever someone else is driving. If not, then I’m making it a hc.

~intro~

02:53 - WOOOOW FOWLER. JUST WOW.

03:07 - Optimus uses that T.H.I.N.K acronym and I will not hear otherwise.

03:18 - if the yellow dot is where the D.N.G.S is, why is it placed between two orange dots? Bee hadn’t moved in front of Optimus yet.

03:22 - I mean.. the truck’s obviously being escorted by two other cars. Why would they assume that all three are unarmed?

03:42 - that’s rich.

03:48 - damn right, Optimus! Shut him dooown! Also Bee, Get back in the lane.

03:55 - translation, ‘a worse evil’

04:15 - Bulkhead said that, but Stan decided Ratchet did.

04:29 - From what we know, most of the cons are greys, black and purples. These are green. The decepticons have a colour scheme going, why would there all of a sudden be a bunch of green cons??

04:54 - that was what Bee did in the first episode.

05:09 - why.. why was his window open?

06:33 - someone that knows transformers lore, could you tell me.. would Optimus be able to feel that?? At the end of the day, that’s still apart of his body.

07:04 - that made me laugh, ngl.

08:23 - Bee really ain’t doing anything, huh? Like they’re breaking in from behind and Bulkhead can’t do anything.

08:41 - oh yeah, forgot about Arcee.

09:03 - makes the whole thing a lot more twisted.

10:44 - FOWLER. WHEN WOULD THE BOTS HAVE GOTTEN AIR SUPPORT?!

10:51 - that’s what it’s like rocking up at school wearing your uniform.

12:23 - Transformers Running well never not be funny.

12:26 - they look like frogs on two feet.

12:37 - specifically watching Bee fight is so entertaining (not just because he’s a favourite, also because he’s really bouncy during his fight scenes.)

12:42 - Optimus moving as though the punch was a minor inconvenience.

12:43 - then he just destroys the con.

13:25 - the big eyes and the cute wave, I caaaan’t!!

14:01 - “I understand-” d o n k

14:12 - Isn’t Fowler able to.. see the fight? Wouldn’t he have seen Optimus get dinked off the cliff.

14:16 - he was taken down by some wood. If you know, you know.

14:25 - Arcee and Bee jumping is the strangest visuals ever.

14:27 - that’s just a group hug in a buttshell.

14:34 - I would love to hear the bloopers for this. How did the VAs manage to say ‘DNGS’ without dying of laughter.

14:37 - you’re telling me that they didn’t have a backup plan??

14:53 - It’s strange hearing ‘suicide’ in a show that probably has a large child audience.

15:00 - How Ratchet pronounced ‘yours’ sounds so out of character that it made me cry. He cares so much he forgot to be an old man.

15:01 - When you watch this scene, watch how Ratchet moves. Like it’s so appealing the way he doesn’t stop moving.

15:54 - did they seriously only have one person in the cart with the D.N.G.S? Seems very flawed.

16:58 - to be fair… yes. He’s right.

17:14 - I’m so confused as to why they went on the train in the first place. Yes it was a bad idea- OF COURSE IT WAS A BAD IDEA AND IT DID NOTHING!

17:15 - BIG TALK, MIKO! Raf was working remotely and managed to give them more time. (I don’t understand how, though, because it seems that they went a different route)

17:32 - quick shoutout to character design. Look at the detail on Optimus’s helm here.

17:55 - I’m pretty sure that the using a fire extinguisher the normal way is going to prove more useful than whatever Jack is planning on doing.

19:38 - Excuse me, but… what?. Just… what??? Also does anyone else see any parallel between Miko and Jack and Optimus and Arcee? Where Miko’s trying to think of different ideas of how to get out while Jack’s like ‘we may die, but I’m just gonna accept that’. And in Scrap heap Arcee was trying to think of different ways to stay alive and Optimus is just like ‘if I stay here and relax there will be an outcome. The outcome may be death, but I’m alright with that.’

20:09 - Optiman, Optiman, does whatever an Optimus can. Can he swing from a web? No he can’t, but he can stop a fraggin train. Look oooooout, Optimus aboooout.

20:28 - I may have laughed loudly when I noticed the unconscious guy.

20:49 - Silas really went ‘GG but-’

20:53 - no. What. The. Actual. Fuck?. When and where did he get that??

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So that was Convoy. Because the episode was more focused around the humans than the bots I always found the episode kind of boring.

But considering the episode is mainly about introducing MECH, it’s one that I would watch in a binge, but not one that stands out.

Although being a human focused episode, I thought that they came off either annoying, dumb and/or punchable (with the exception of Raf, he did a good job), particularly Agent Fowler. I hate him in this.

Also, could someone tell me if I should put screenshots before or after their related timestamp. Thanks!

#transformers #transformers prime #episode 9 #convoy #TFP reaction #TFP episode nots #TFP ep 9 #episode notes #tfp bumblebee #tfp raf #tfp ratchet #tfp #tfp bulkhead #tfp arcee #tfp optimus #tfp agent Fowler #tfp mech #I keep forgetting this one #maccadam

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Matsuno Family Diary! Part 4: Todomatsu goes to a New Year's Eve Party! Does not get Laid, has Zero Game! (Unofficial English Translation)

The following is an unofficial English translation of an official short story released online for members of the official Osomatsu-san fan club. If you want to read the original Japanese version of the story or enjoy the other things the fan club offers its members please consider joining: https://osomatsusan-fc.com/

In the room of the Matsuno family sextuplets there is a notebook hidden away behind a bookshelf. This notebook exists so that the brothers may, should they so choose, express the deep feelings and profound thoughts which weigh upon their hearts and minds so heavily that they can no longer be contained.

It seems that today someone’s hand is once again turning the pages….

January 5th, 2022, Todomatsu

5 days after New Year's Eve… Today, I would like to write about what happened to me… The day before New Years, I found this advertisement for a machikon* on the internet: ――――――――――――――――――― [Mainly meant for singles in their 20’s] (Akatsuka Ward)

“Before I knew it, I had fallen in love. I understood the word "fate" for the first time...”

New Year's Eve love-hunting machikon event! Free drinks and desserts!

Only you can carve out a new life for yourself!

Let’s start a new romance! The man of your dreams is so close by!

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I’ve had my brothers destroy any chance I had at love before it could even start to develop. So this new year’s eve I decided to go to this event in town in secret without any of them knowing.

But I didn’t have the courage to go alone! So I called a bunch of people trying to find someone who would come with me. I ended up going with an acquaintance who works for a major company. I thought, “Totty, you don't stand a chance, do you?” Shobon...**

I don’t think any of my virgin NEET brothers know this, but it’s so hard to be popular at these kinds of events. In fact, forget about being popular, it’s hard enough just getting girls to remember who you are! After all, there are plenty of men out there. If you call them afterwards and they say "Oh...who's this guy?” then there’s no chance of starting a relationship with them! That's why you have to be memorable to the girls.

Unfortunately, I'm a normal boy that you can find anywhere. I'm just an ordinary guy. A little bit good-looking, kind of smart, a tad witty, and overall just plain ol’ Totty. I'm not highly educated, nor do I have a high income…

But you know what? The whole night ended up being such a big victory for me! ! ! I Did it! Woohoo!

Yes, I realized I am a unique character. I have a special characteristic that once you hear it, you'll never forget it.

You see, I am…a sextuplet!

There are no other sextuplets around, I’m part of the only set in town! It’s so unusual! So that’s what I first mentioned in conversations right after I introduced myself! There was no shortage of things to talk about, such as “Can I see a picture of you guys?” or “When you get injured, do the others feel it?” Is that good? No, It’s great!!!

To be honest, I used to think of my five brothers as nothing more than stains on my shirt, but from now on I'll think of them as appliqués on my shirt! Thank you!

But you know…even though I was number one in the amount of contact information exchanged no one has replied to me yet… I guess being remembered doesn’t automatically mean you’re popular….

P.S.

I’m not to blame for the porno book thing

Translator’s Notes:

* A machikon is a type of speed dating party held in a city where you and a group of strangers (can be as small as 10 or as big as 100) meet up with the goal of potentially hooking up. You don’t get a lot of time to talk to each person so a good first impression is very important.

** Shobon means downhearted or dejected. I thought about changing it to something else, but I couldn’t think of an English word that truly captures how cutesy and punchable Totty is being as well as “Shobon” does so I ended up leaving it in. Like, the image of him sighing out “Shobon…” makes me want to both hug and slap him, and I wanted to convey that feeling as authentically as possible.

This Is probably one of my favorite Matsuno Family Diary entries. It really captures Todomatsu as a character: he wants so badly to be his own person apart from his brothers, but he also doesn’t want that and hates being alone and even when he spends a night away from his family he still ends up talking about them the entire time because despite thinking he’s better than them he still deeply lacks confidence in himself as an individual person. In conclusion, Todomatsu is a land of contrasts, bless his dry little co-dependent heart.

Up next: A Valentine's Day Existential Crisis with Choromatsu!

#todomatsu #osomatsu san #mr osomatsu #Matsuno Family Diary #choromatsu #translations #osomatsusan

[frasier-crane-style]

For reasons unknown even to me, I “watched” that modern Power Rangers reboot. Since the first thing to happen after the teaser is a bull getting jerked off, I decided to fast-forward until some, y’know, Power Rangers showed up.

-Not many notes about the teaser, which is just Zordon and Rita snarling at each other, except that this takes itself way too seriously for a scene involving a character named Rita Repulsa. They’re speaking in an alien language with subtitles, I mean, c’mon.

-Oh, and the Power Rangers suits are nanotech, like in the MCU, but when you turn them off, they disappear and you’re left naked. A tactfully shot, but fully nude, Walter White is perhaps not the epic and solemn moodsetter the director intended for it to be.

-After that--I swear to God this is true--the Power Rangers don’t become Power Rangers for a full NINETY MINUTES. That is the length of Mighty Morphing Power Rangers: The Movie, which features many, multiple scenes of Power Rangers and Zords. This is a two hour movie and you have to wait until the last thirty minutes to get actual Power Rangers. And it’s not a full half hour, it’s twenty minutes, because there’s a bit of epilogue and credits.

-So, basically, you know how it’s kind of lame that Spider-Man 2 and Superman 2 have these long lengths of the movie where the title characters stops being the title character and you get so much of them being a Muggle? This is the first movie and they’re putting you through that!

When they finally become Rangers and start piloting their Zords, they’re all going “ooh, I don’t know how this works! What does this button do?” Like, dude, this is first act stuff! Imagine if they made a Spider-Man movie where Peter Parker didn’t put on the costume until the last thirty minutes and he was having his final showdown with Green Goblin while trying to figure out web-slinging and shit! Insane!

-Aside from Billy, these characters are really bland. I’m sure there’s a long line of people to tell me how Zach being into hip-hop hasn’t aged well, but without shit like that, these Rangers are so generic and indistinguishable. And even Billy is a motormouthed babbling ‘nerd’, not the affectless scientist the old Billy was. Which is weird, because I heard this one is supposed to be canon autistic. I guess that translates to ‘adorkable’ for Hollywood. In high school terms, he’s way more of a spaz than a brain, which is a crucial distinction.

-Because all the Power Rangers content is crammed into the third act, they really speed-run through all the stuff you’d want to see. The Rangers spend all of five minutes fighting Putties, then they’re in their Zords for the rest of the action. This movie should’ve been called Zords!

-And their first fight is in this zero-G space where they’re totally CGI. I try not to be too much of a practical effects purist--I get the American Godzilla movies making Goji CGI because he’s a five hundred foot tall dinosaur. We should at least give CGI a chance there.

When it’s supposed to be people in suits battling man-sized monsters, but it’s just a bunch of CGI being rendered... yeah, I’m sure on some scale it’s higher production value than the show, but it’s just lacking in any charm.

Yeah, great, the new Ranger suits don’t have wrinkles, but it’s just so soulless. Lots of Disney live-action remake energy.

-Oh, and the fight ends with Billy coming in and blasting all the Putties with his Zord, so... what’s the point of being Power Rangers?

-As for the Zord fighting, it’s pretty dismal. This is no Pacific Rim. Mostly, the Zords just act as tanks, firing away at the Putties and Goldar (who... yeah, you know that shit. I’m not gonna get into it). And with these craptacular designs, I can barely tell Billy’s Triceratops and Zack’s Woolly Mammoth apart.

-In fact, the characters are lacking their Zord motifs altogether. In the original, they’re not just different colors. They’ve got little sabretooth tiger and T-rex design elements in their costumes.

I don’t know, maybe something like that is going on with these new costumes, but it gets totally lost in all the noise and business of these cluttered designs. I hate it.

Also, don’t those chestpieces look like unaesthetic hollow spaces to you? They were probably going for Iron Man, but why rip-off Iron Man instead of centering the power coins? Try to find them--they’re just about lost in a blur of glowy bullshit!

So we spend like ten minutes on the Zords fighting, then they turn into the Megazord off-screen with Billy naming it a Megazord in one of those lampshade-hanging ways instead of Megazord just being its name. He initially calls it a Mother Zord.

The Megazord fights Goldar (whose ‘liquid gold’ texture looks like absolute shit, barely rendered at all) for maybe a minute, since this is the big Super Saiyan power-up and not really a phase of the fight. No sword-fighting with the Power Sword or anything. So, again, Power Rangers movie where most of the action is the individual Zords running around Angel Grove.

Also, the Rangers aren’t all in one big cockpit together, they’re in these little capsules scattered all over the Megazord’s body, which seems more risky and a waste of a perfectly good chance to allow the actors to act off each other instead of all being off in their own Skype call. But whatever.

Rita is dealt with by being bitch-slapped into the vacuum of space, where she’s frozen solid, which is another example of this movie not being sure how camp it should be, and also... after she tanked the extinction of the dinosaurs in the opening scene, shouldn’t someone pick her up and put her in jail? It seems like asking for trouble to just leave her floating out there where she can land on another planet or be picked up by a spaceship and cause more problems.

Lastly, for being a giant T-1000 made of gold, Goldar is surprisingly vulnerable to being stabbed with swords. I’m not sure how that works. He’s a golem made of animated liquid gold. How would being stabbed affect him at all? If it were some super beam attack and he was basically atomized, okay, but don’t use the design principle of a Gelatinous Cube and then tell me it’s vulnerable to being shived.

Also, no kaiju blowing up while the Megazord strikes a pose. Fail.

#power rangers

[shiorinotshiori]

Finally Home (Eddie Munson x F!Reader)

After four years, you were finally back in Hawkins. It's your turn to reminisce in places you and Eddie went to, including The Hideout. It just happens to be the same day that your ex lover's band was performing.

A fic inspired by the song "Green" by Cavetown

Part 1: You looked so good in green Req Ending: YCSMNNLYDB

Warnings: Swearing, slight mentions of anxiety Notes: ' ' means it is the characters' inside thoughts (Y/F/I) means your first initial in your name Original Ending Word count: 3k

Again, sorry for any wrong grammars/spellings/typos/etc ashdasdhd. Please, leave a comment if you have any thoughts about the fic! I'm still new to writing hehe sorry

I don't give permission to repost or translate my work please have mercy

Four years. It’s been that long since Eddie last saw you, or even talked to you. Four years and three months to be exact. Eddie never lost count- he never did, because even after achieving his own life goals, he still couldn’t stop thinking about you. ‘How are you’ ‘Where are you right now’ ‘Are you happy?’ ‘Were you enjoying college?’ those are just some few examples of Eddie’s thoughts every night. He couldn’t deny that he spent too much time on thinking about his past relationship, thinking about you, after all those years.

During those four years, Corroded Coffin started getting attention, they were still not that big of a band but- Hawkins sure did start recognizing them, thankfully; they never got to move to another state because of funds issues. Their usual crowd of five drunks became a group of teenagers who enjoyed metal music, then from there- The Hideout became filled with lots of people with the same music taste. At first, the band thought it was impossible; four years ago, they were just a bunch of freaks with a dream but now, they were closer and closer every day.

You, you managed to finish college- you were smart, you had no distractions, you were just focused on graduating on time so you could finally go home to Hawkins again. Originally, you had no intentions of going back but, you knew you left your heart somewhere in Hawkins. You never found the energy to return during summers, it was always your family who came to you. Now, after crawling your way up to the finish line, it was time. You were home.

You left Hawkins and came back to the same town you knew, it’s like you never moved away for a bit. It’s still the small town you remember, as if nothing changed- but then again, four years was not a big jump. You did change, a little. What didn’t was your feelings for a man you used to go to Highschool with.

The thought of running into Eddie, if he was still here, scared you. Years of no communication brought you anxiety, you couldn’t help but feel the small ache in your stomach. What will you say when you see him? ‘I still love you after all these years I want you back’??? Of course not! You couldn’t help but think that- what if Eddie’s with someone now? Jesus, it’s been years, surely he moved on. He was the one who broke up with you in the first place anyway.

After dropping off your stuff at home, you decided to reminisce around the town- see the few little places you enjoyed. It just so happened to be places where you and Eddie went to- whether it was a date, a spot to smoke, or even an area you could just lay with Eddie. One was the lake, oh how you missed the tranquility of this place. It was yours and Eddie’s favorite date spot, I mean- it was called Lover’s Lake for a reason. You just stood there, wind blowing your hair, and you admiring ripples in the water. You were well aware that this wouldn’t help you move on, reliving memories with Eddie you treasured. But what else can you do? You like to think that you didn’t know the cause of why the long haired freak still flooded your thoughts but, your heart wouldn’t be able to deny.

You went and also visited the bench in the middle of the woods, you sat down and looked for something written, or carved rather, on the table. ‘E x (Y/F/I)’, there it was, inside of a poorly drawn heart. You couldn’t help but giggle at the memory of laughing at Eddie when you told him how cliché he was to have carved that on the table. You said it was something that middle-schoolers only did but, Eddie was always that extra. You lightly traced your fingers against the letters, smiling to yourself- you missed being that Highschool (Y/N) who was in love. Sure, things ended bitter but, you were still glad to have experienced those moments before it fell.

It was getting dark soon, you could see the orange rays of sunshine in the woods, indicating it was sunset. You thought of visiting another place before you go home- The Hideout. Yes, you were scared of seeing Eddie but you thought the chances were low, it’s been years, right? Fate wouldn’t play with you like that. Out of all the days, this couldn’t be it.

Imagine your surprise when you entered the building, it was packed with people unlike before. Last time you checked, only drunkards went in there but there’s a whole variety now. As you walked towards the bar, you noticed the stage was set up with instruments. You began to feel nervous, it couldn’t be them, there could be other bands, no? You ignored the lingering feeling and ordered a beer. “One beer please, thank you” you smiled at the bartender, she looked intimidating but also replied with you with a smile as she handed you the beer “You here for the band?” she asked.

“What band-“ you began but you were interrupted, interrupted with a voice that sounded so familiar. The same voice that never left your mind. “Suuuuuup Hideout?! Sorry for the long break but! We’re here to perform our last song for tonight.” It was Eddie- yep, fate played with you like that. You turned to look at them, familiar faces in front of your eyes on the stage. Gareth and Jeff… you also missed them. It’s been years since you last played D&D with them, or last played D&D for that matter.

“This last song- is not our usual genre but, I’d like to dedicate this to a person I lost during Highschool… uh, yeah so-“ the band started to play “This is called ‘Green’ by yours truly”. You knew you should stop staring and run for the hills but you couldn’t, it felt like you were in a trance as you watch Eddie sing. Absolutely nothing changed, he still looked like the same Eddie you met during Sophomore year. The same Eddie you fell in love with. Only starting to regain consciousness of what’s happening, you realized he was right- this wasn’t the usual genre they played; this song was slow and mellow. Nothing about it screamed ‘Eddie’. Eddie once told you how slow songs bore the shit out of him and now, he’s singing one. ‘The hypocrisy’ you thought and chuckled to yourself.

It was nice seeing Eddie, the previous anxiousness you felt was now long gone as you were mesmerized. Eddie, and of course the band, was great at what they do. You felt extremely proud of the man as you saw people enjoying their music. But only then you realized what he said before the song started, ‘someone he lost… during Highschool?’ you thought about it hard. You listened carefully to the lyrics, ‘you look so good in green’ that was one of the compliments Eddie gave you that you will never forget. It was when he first saw you wearing the cheer uniform when you were dating. How could you forget the day he went to a basketball game? And it was only because of you.

You found yourself staring at him, trying to blink away the tears as his eyes scanned around the crowd. The fact that Eddie still thought about you, made you wanna cry there on the spot. He fucking wrote a song, with the genre he hated, just so he could sing about you. God, the things Eddie did, and will do, for you.

Eddie was pouring his whole heart into the song, knowing it was the only way to get his feelings across. That was until he met your eyes- he almost forgot the lyrics he wrote as he stared in your eyes. He will never forget his fair maiden’s face, you’re still as beautiful as the day he met you. You were actually there- you were actually watching him as he sung the song only dedicated to you. He was panicking inside, what would you think of him now? That he’s a creepy ex who wrote and performed a song, for you, in front of a whole crowd. Eddie’s overthinking now, was he gonna come over and talk to you? Would you even like that?

Thousand thoughts were running thru his head now but, it disappeared the moment you half-raised your hand to offer him a little wave. Eddie’s heart started to beat faster, he might have a heart attack on stage right now. He couldn’t believe it, he smiled at you as both of his hands held the microphone stand. The song was coming to an end and he still hadn’t thought about what to say to you. Finally, it was the band’s time to say goodnight to their audience.

Corroded Coffin went backstage, Eddie started panicking again and his bandmates couldn’t help but notice the obvious panic on his face. “Man, what’s got your panties in a twist?” Jeff lightly place his hand on Eddie’s shoulder, his back turned away from him. Gareth watching the two as Eddie’s head whirled to look at them. “It’s (Y/N), she- she’s here!”

Gareth and Jeff’s body filled with excitement as their old friend was back. They didn’t even get the chance to say goodbye when you went to college. Hearing you were back, the two seemed thrilled, they were so excited to catch up with you- but their friend, was not. Eddie’s having a full-on crisis!

“What are you so nervous about? What’s wrong-“

“What? What’s wrong?! What’s wrong is that, that’s the same girl I broke up with! I haven’t talked to her FOR YEARS man! What am I supposed to do?! Go up to her and say Hi?!”

“Absolutely! Here’s your chance man, I’m tellin’ ya”

Eddie sighed and tried to remain calm, his friends holding him hostage, leading him to the backstage exit. From there he saw you, sitting at the bar, tracing your fingers against the rim of the canned beer. “Okay, mkay, I can do this.” He took a very deep breath before walking towards you.

“Hey-llo” Eddie mentally cursed himself for being so nervous he mixed ‘hey’ with ‘hello’. You turned to see Eddie sit beside you, it’s been like forever since you last saw him up close. Ah, those puppy eyes will still be the death of you. You chuckled, “Hi Eddie. You were uh- wonderful, up there. You actually got yourself a crowd now.”

“Yeah, well- years of hard work paid off I guess.” Eddie managed to let out a laugh, a timid one. You noticed he was just as anxious as you when you glanced down for a moment and saw him fiddling with his rings. You were thankful you weren’t the only one. It was hard to form sentences when you’re in front of your ex-lover. You bit your lip, turned your gaze to the bar, thinking of what to say.

“What about you, how was… college?” You let out a sigh of relief when you heard Eddie speak again, “Uhm, it was pretty boring… let’s just talk about you guys! I never thought I’d see the day that, the Eddie Munson, will sing a slow song.” Eddie tensed up, you just mentioned the song. “Uhhh, sorry. Sorry if that… made you… uncomfortable.” Eddie licked his lip.

“What? What do you mean?”

“Becaaaause the song was about- you?” You knew that it was about you from the start but, hearing Eddie confirm it made you blush. God, you were so thankful for the dim light. “But I- I liked it. Never thought I’d be able to be an inspiration to you Mr. Munson.” You teased.

It was Eddie’s turn to blush, he never told you, even when you were dating but, Eddie wrote a lot of song for you. He kept them hidden, thinking you wouldn’t like them but you were here now, telling him that. “D-don’t call me that. Sounds like my uncle, sweetheart.” He didn’t mean to let that pet name slide but it did. It was like a reflex for him and it stunned you. “Haven’t heard that in a while…”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to. Your- your boyfriend never called you that?” Eddie mentally cursed at himself, again. ‘Way to be subtle, Eddie’ he told himself. You raised a brow at Eddie, you knew that he was never slick with, honestly, anything. You were now aware that he was trying to know if you were taken or not, gaining a bit of a confidence, you decided to tease him.

“Nah… he did. But I told him he wasn’t allowed to call me that, only you can.” You thought that would make him smile but immediately felt guilty when you saw his face fell but, at the same time, you had a feeling that you weren’t the only one who hasn’t moved on. You started to feel giddy, and Eddie was the reason again.

“Oh.” Was the only thing he managed to utter. So, you quickly followed with “B-but not like it matters anymore, he’s an ex now anyway. It was just someone I dated for about… two months in uni. No big deal.” You explained with a nervous chuckle, worried that you were reading too much into it and that Eddie doesn’t probably care. He only nodded and stared at the bar’s display as if something about it was so interesting. He was pleased to know that you’re a free woman and it made him calculate his next move.

There was a long silenced that enveloped you two, you were slowly regretting telling him that. Eddie, on the other hand, kept thinking that it was now or never. He didn’t know when he’d be able to talk to you like this again so… he figured he was done running away.

You opened your mouth to say something but Eddie beat you to it- “I’m… I’m sorry for what happened between us by the way.”

“Eddie you don’t have to-“ Eddie raised his hand to stop you. “No (Y/N), you deserve an explanation.” The look on his face was serious so you just decided to listen. You were kept wondering after all, now you were about to learn the real reason you separated. You didn’t know what to expect and you were scared, scared that he might tell you the reason was because you weren’t enough for him or something.

“Your- your friends… said some things. That you… deserved better.” You frowned and thought what friends? Oh, the ‘popular’ crowd. You wanted to question Eddie but let him continue instead. “And I was young, I mean I wasn’t, I was a twenty year old High-schooler but- you get what I mean. It just.. got thru my head, I guess? Like I said, I- I was just a drug dealer in a band and you? You were you. You have a good life! I couldn’t bring you down with me, I couldn’t (Y/N)… I couldn’t let that happen.”

Imagine how embarrassing it was to cry in a bar, but you couldn’t stop your tears; thankfully, there weren’t as many people as before. But it hurt to know that Eddie thought so low of himself. Maybe you failed to show him how amazing he was when you were his girlfriend. You were hesitant but you cupped his face with your hand “I never doubted you, Eddie. I mean, look at you now! You actually got people to watch you! Because you’re so amazing… you’re so talented and I just- I regret it so much that I even joined cheerleading. I wish you could’ve told me because people there were such assholes and I wish I never gave them a second chance. If I didn’t, maybe- maybe there would still be an us, y’know? I’m sorry, Eds.” You offered a sad smile thru your tears.

Eddie leaned in to your touch and held the hand on his cheek with his own. “You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart. It was all on me. And-“ Like Eddie said, ‘it was now or never.’

“There could still be.” Eddie whispered, looking into your eyes. “W-what?”

Eddie let out a breath. “An us… look, I- I never moved on, aight? There wasn’t a day that I didn’t regret letting you go. But I knew that before I go back to you, I need to at least- I don’t know? Make sure that your future with me looks… promising?” You softly laughed at Eddie who’s trying so hard to think of the right words. Your heart warmed at the thought too.

“You were always gonna be the best for me, Munson. Even before.”                                                    

“Better than your ex-boyfriend in uni?” Eddie squinted his eyes at you, pretending to be upset which you find cute. You smiled at, assuming, your now boyfriend’s (again) silliness “Yes! A hundred times better! Y’know, he was sooo boring because- he wasn’t exactly the type to make a scene in a canteen. Not like you.”

“Mhmm. Good to know because I- love you. Sorry for wasting four years, princess.”

“It’s okay, I love you too. We have all the time in the world now, right?”

“’Course. If you think I’m letting you go again- be prepared because you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life, babe.”

You were so overwhelmed with love that you just had to kiss the son of a bitch. Eddie went and grabbed both sides of your cheeks with his big hands, you felt the coldness of his rings. He missed your taste so much that the kiss went a little aggressive, as if to make up for the lost time. As if to erase the moments you two weren’t together. You both pulled away from each other, Eddie’s hand taking yours to intertwine them. “Now, ready to reunite with the Hellfire? They also missed you.”

“Oh my god, yes! C’mon, we got a lot to tell them!” You bounced from excitement, standing up from where you were previously seated. Eddie quickly gave you another peck before leading you backstage.

Finally, you were about to meet up with your old friends.

Finally, you were back with Eddie.

And, finally, you were home.

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[ineffable-writer]

Ahh hello! I would love to hear more about your criticism of Babel and your experience in the field, if you're comfortable sharing <3

Ah gods, this is gonna get me crucified but sure. For some background, I’m a writer (working on historical sci-fi) and academic myself, and I’ve done a lot of academic work with language, so I’ve got some experience here.

First—it’s just not well written. It has a lot of other sins, but the characters use a lot of modern phrasing (“Nice comes from the Latin word for ‘stupid’”? Really? In 1828?) and even ignoring that the prose is so… on the nose. Footnotes which explain the obvious. Characters explaining their political beliefs at length. Lots of telling without showing.The whole thing’s written in exactly the patronizing tone the author seems to want to criticize.

The fucking footnotes, man.

I love linguistics! I should be enchanted by the footnotes! But it’s just a bunch of notes on etymology with little nuance. Again—the thing I quoted above—that’s 2000s-era-Republican-talk-show-host levels of reaching. How can a book about language, written by someone who should know better, have such shallow insights?

Etymology is great, but ultimately you can’t derive meaning from it, you know?

Second—the villains are caricatures. I don’t have an issue with every white guy in the book being a villain, but making them into caricatures actually does the patriarchy more good than harm. For such a tome, Kuang had room to make them so fucking insidious and didn’t take any of those opportunities. They’re just bad and racist.

Which—yes, some people are bad and racist. But the portrayal perpetuates the idea that racism is obvious and blatant. It’s not. I wanted to see some subtle racism—not just evil white men and a whiny, barely-tolerated white girl. (Why were they even friends with her? She felt like she was just there to prove a point.)

This is speaking as a Jew who is constantly frustrated by portrayals of antisemitism as obvious: if you want to engage with racism, engage with the insidiousness of it, you know? Mustache-twirling villains are a symptom! If you’re gonna write 500 pages about the evils of colonialism, engage with what it actually looks like.

The protagonists giving soapbox speeches don’t help the matter. I agree with them! I should be happy to listen to them! But I’m not. They’re literally preaching to the choir. Hell, it’s annoying when IRL friends speak that way—and again, who talks like that in 1828?

Third—(actually I’m gonna remove this point—I don’t feel like I can comment.)

Fourth—oh my god that tagline. “Every act of translation is an act of betrayal” are you KIDDING me. I know it’s just the tagline. I know it’s not the book. But it’s just so exemplary of this anti-academia mindset that drives me up a fucking wall. There are huge swaths of academia dedicated to language preservation, and translation is so huge for accessibility to other cultural worldviews! That line just fucking GETS me. It reeks of isolationism.

Like do you KNOW what translation can do for erased languages? I just. Ugh. It makes me so mad. I get what she was going for. I know that’s not the point. I just hate that tagline.

This whole book is anti-academic in all the wrong ways, I guess. It rages against the wrong people. I’ve spent so much time working with people on language preservation—there are SO many dying languages due to colonialism!—and nearly every young academic in the soft sciences is trying to do something revolutionary. It feels… I don’t know, it just reduces the whole environment into something that’s Twitter-levels of two-dimensional.

There’s a lot that’s wrong with academia, don’t get me wrong—I’m currently seeing some of the worst of it IRL—but she just didn’t hit it right. The whole book felt like she was fighting with a straw man when the real bad guy was like, right there.

I don’t know, I have a hard time explaining my feelings here. They’re very dense and complicated. I’m working on a response novella, actually, about the last three speakers of a dying language. It’ll explore my feelings better than I can do it here. I don’t think a direct analysis will do it justice anyway.

I think I hate it so much because I really, really wanted to love it. It had SO many things I was thrilled to see, and it just… failed. The whole thing feels immensely shallow. I haven’t even mentioned how lame the magic is, because the magic isn’t even worth mentioning. I was so looking forward to a really good take on colonialism and language magic, and instead I got something that’s well-educated but not insightful.

So—yeah. My slightly-fevery thoughts on Babel. There you go. I’m sure fans will pick this the hell apart, so please know that this has NOT been written at maximum capacity lol. I’m sure I’ve made some bad word choices.

Take this as good faith, y’all. I really wanted to like it.

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[Twisted Wonderland x Puella Magi Madoka Magica]: What to do when you reload in the wrong universe? [INTERMISSION ONE]

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Note: I need a little break in-between before I close my eyes and throw myself into the Heartslaybul chapter because my middle is still spaghetti bolognese.

But onwards:

So, this is just after they’ve gone their separate ways. And also after they managed to get Homura out of the infirmary by a now sincerely concerned Crowley, because he’s part bird, and more specifically part crow, and Homura is technically a child to him now. That and could you imagine the legal trouble/paperwork he’d have to deal with now that there’s a child at campus? Granted she’s 14 but that’s still ridiculously young.

I would like to say that Crowley being part bird is not canon at all, I just think that he should be part bird here so now he’s part bird.

Also, Crowley going “think about the paperwork” while also “oh god there’s a child who’s taking care of this kid shit I have to take care of a kid” is ridiculously funny in my head because I obviously have no idea how people actually work.

Yuu wants Homura to talk about what happened tomorrow. Mostly because he needs to get his own thoughts in order, and he doesn’t want to push immediately after such a highly dangerous event and also that weird event in the infirmary. Everyone needs to rest and recuperate first.

Since Homura came from his world, and she has all this fighting experience and magic too… Did magic, and subsequently the fantastical, real in their world? Were those hazy memories of that awful time, not too long ago in Kazamino…actually also real? Was the magic just hidden then?

But more importantly, how did Homura know how to fight like that? It was worrying, since most fourteen year olds he knew, girls in particular, didn’t know how to fight like that. Sure, some took some form of physical extracurricular, but to that extent?

Something wasn’t right. An Yuu felt like tomorrow, he’d be learning something truly awful. 

He’d seen Homura flinch at his touch at first. Had seen her snap immediately into action—faster than all of them—when those terrifying creatures were chasing them down. And, he didn’t think Homura realized it, but she was always on edge. Yuu noticed that, every single time they were together, she was always closest to the exit, and she never showed her back to him. The only time she did that was when they were truly in danger, and after that she was razor-focused on everyone and everything, body taut with tension. 

I know in canon Yuu is as clueless as the plot demands, but you see I took canon and ushered it out of the room. 

They really, really needed to have a nice long discussion tomorrow.

Grim is currently just not happy Homura didn’t let him eat the nice smelling rock. He’d try and eat it later, but Homura has “don’t mess with me” plastered all over her for him and Grim would rather not court death like that. He may be shameless and prone to rushing into things but he’s not going near Homura like that after he saw her obliterate a whole bunch of monsters.

Although, oddly enough, her left hand smelled…odd. Like something old, like a festering untreated wound, like strangely warm metal. Those ribbons in her hair smelt odd too, but in a good way. Like roses, and something soft and nice and warm.

Homura definitely isn’t as nice as Yuu/Henchman one, but she’s probably someone he could learn from. Even Grim the Great and Powerful could recognize someone stronger.

He has no idea why everyone’s so shocked about Homura being fourteen though, because it’s not like monster society norms translate well to human/humanoid norms. 

Now, let’s delve into the thoughts of the Heartslaybul boys now, shall we?

Ace is wondering where the heck did Homura come from in Twisted Wonderland, because a magicless normie like Yuu he can get, but someone so young (14?? Ace was pretty sure that when was 14 he was just goofing around like everyone else his age) with Homura’s kind of fighting ability and reflexes? Something’s fishy and he needs to know what’s up. Also the magical bow and shield, was that Homura’s unique magic? Magical weapon summoning? Plus, what kind of fourteen year old had such tight control over their magic? That was the kind of stuff you only saw with teachers, housewardens or seniors. Not a random fourteen year old girl. (To be fair though the mirror did say she had huge potential, but that still didn’t add up because potential doesn’t equal skill)

Yuu did say they’d talk tomorrow, so he’ll probably be able to get answers then.

Although, Homura was icier than literal glaciers when he first encountered her. It was hard to imagine her telling them anything, with her quiet demeanor and what little he knew of her. 

Speaking of Yuu though, the guy really tried his best to get them to work together huh. 

He tries to push everything out of his mind for now, the thoughts and problems of the Ace today can be the thoughts and problems of the Ace of tomorrow morning.

Deuce is literally ?????!!!!! right now bless him, he's so worried.

A reminder that he’s currently the only person who knows Homura is an orphan so he’s panicking on a whole different level than Ace.

HOMURA IS AN ORPHAN BUT SHE FIGHTS BETTER THAN ME is blaring through his head like a fire alarm. Deuce’s imagination is running wild and he’s concocting all sorts of wild tragic backstories for Homura. He’s feeling so bad for her, just thinking about her family situation and thinking about how he’d be like if he ever lost his mom is devastating. Like, did Homura become a delinquent because of her lack of parents? Did she fall into trouble that forced her to develop her advanced fighting ability and almost superhuman physical abilities?

Deuce is literally out of it for the rest of the day. He’s waiting for tomorrow to come faster so he can lay his own thoughts and fears to rest. Deuce also vows to try his best to be a good model student and subsequently a role model figure because there’s a kid now he has to be good. He low-key hopes that over the school year Homura will look up to him.

She doesn’t have an aura close to anything like a baby chick, but somehow she reminds him of a baby chick.

Basically, Deuce has already labelled Homura as “baby” in his subconscious.

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